The Ultimate Run Nerd Weekend

Here's what's going down this weekend in my neck of the woods.

Saturday morning - Rock 'n' Roll Seattle half marathon spectating. Cheering on Sarah Robinson and Andrea Duke. Followed shortly by post-race brunching. I'm really in it for the pancakes, Bloody Mary's and bacon... well and to see a serious throw down of speed by those two ladies. If you need me post race I'm hopeful to have my face buried in something delicious from Portage Bay Cafe. Likely this:

Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon/evening - Cathleen and I are taking this show on the road and heading to Portland to watch really fast people run in circles at the Portland Track Festival. My sights are set on these events with some of the Oiselle elites but I'm also excited to watch the women's 10k and all other high performance events on Sunday.

My goal is to be sufficiently hoarse by the end of the weekend. I'm pretty good at cheering so this should go swimmingly. In case you forgot here's proof that I like to do serious spectating of running events (stolen from this girl's blog of the last EPIC cheer session). Who else is spectating races this weekend?!


Just Because You Gave Up Your Garmin....

Doesn't mean you stop obsessing over numbers and data and miles and, and, and... 

Case in point - THIS.YES.ME.


This, of course, could take me on a HUGE tangent but I want to point out that I've never worn my Garmin to simply track my 'health and fitness' level. I don't run just to say I did my 'cardio' for the day. Yes, I'm somewhat justifying my obsession.

I realized last night that I am now a slave to my Fitbit. Kick one habit, get another? I got rid of the Garmin because I wasn't 'training'. I didn't need to monitor every run - tracking pace/distance. I just needed to run. Yet here I was, checking my overall 'exercise time' when I crossed the known mile markers on my typical route. Pace, noted. Distance, noted. In response, - insert all the air quotes here - I started picking it up because my pace was slower than where I wanted it to be.  I set out to do a long run, no specified distance just a rough range of time. And here I was judging that run one mile in because I happened to look down at my Fitbit.
So then it got me thinking - wearing the Fitbit and using the exercise mode while running is defeating any and all notion I had of just doing whatever I can on that day. Oh, and the kicker for this obviously data obsessed person, the exercise didn't even log once I synced it with my phone post-run. That sh** is just flat out annoying!

Side note aka rant: Dear Fitbit, if you're going to have a mode that tracks time exercising make sure it syncs, ALL THE TIME. This has happened to me on multiple occasions. It makes me unreasonable irritated. It also makes me want to chuck my Fitbit out the window because in reality I don't really give a damn about steps and all the other jazz hands that come with fitness trackers - JUST TIME MY RUN. If it were not for the fact that my work incentivizes (is the plural form a real word?) my activity level I would not be using this thing. Sure, it's motivating on my laziest of days, but let's be honest, there aren't many of those. It was novel at first and I was super dedicated to get ALL THE STEPS but now it's meh.

ANYWHO. There's really no point to this post other than to say quitting run data is HARD. And trust me, I haven't even quit all of it. I still use my Garmin for workouts at the track. And to be frank, I'll use my Garmin whenever I want. Leaving it behind wasn't really about trying to go all Zen on my runs. It was just another way to silence the inner chatter for now.

So, there you have it. Now you know. The Fitbit - just another piece of technology that I'll semi un-use. This was the best story EVER. You're welcome.


Giving Myself Grace

Things in my running life are not going well. That's the plain, simple, and honest truth. I've searched high and low for explanations but have yet to find one. To say I'm discouraged, frustrated, fed up would be an extreme understatement. To tell you I'm finding the silver lining and embracing new adventures would be a lie. This one fraction of my life (and yes, it's a big fraction no doubt) is tearing me down at the moment and I'm trying to find the balance between letting it - allowing myself to feel defeated - and coming out on the other side OK and ready to embrace what comes next. I'm getting closer to the latter. All with a positive attitude... there's work yet to do. ;-)

So what's the deal?! I know you want answers just as much as I do. I am not injured. In fact, at the moment NOTHING even hurts. All of the niggling Achilles/posterior tibialis issues are simply gone. Upside? But my body, my body just does not want to bounce back. And it really hasn't in the past year.


Cluster - Birch Bay 5k Race Report

Last weekend I jumped into a local 5k, had a complete cluster of a start and race but came out of it with a slow a** time (for me... blah blah) and the win. I'd call that a success... or something.

Preface: Last week was TOUGH! Coming off a week of work travel, followed by a fantastic weekend visiting with family and my friend Steffanie in Portland, I was super fatigued and borderline sick. To put it mildly, I felt run down. And by 'run down' I mean I left work mid-day Tuesday because I didn't feel well and then proceeded to pass out on my couch for 2.5 hours. Yeah, not okay. Needless to say - I didn't really run all week.

Side note: Admittedly, this cycle of extreme fatigue has been par for the course around these parts for the better part of a year. Awesome. Yes, I think something is up with my body and I'm trying to figure it out but as of right now I don't have any answers... so maybe it's just all in my head.

Longer preface: Since coming back from Hawaii my running has been... ... lackluster. It comes in fits and spurts. I honestly don't know where to begin with this. I've switched up my training plan, keeping it a bit shorter in total mileage and slightly more 5k specific. My head has been in it - excited to train, excited to run fast. But then came the crappy workouts. One after another. I swear, the more I've tried to run fast, the slower I've run. So in the last couple of weeks I've thrown in the towel. Let's just all jog it out...