Monthly Archives: January 2012

Adventures in running

After my last blog post where I described nearly missing the Santa Monica- Venice Christmas Run, I had a revelation. I have some great stories about running. Okay, not exactly stories. More like adventures. No? Mishaps? Yep, that sounds about right.

I set out on my runs with the best of intentions and then things happen. I fall and proceed to laugh at myself with people around watching me (yes, this happened two weeks ago) or get lost or decide 2 miles into a run that I’d rather be shopping and stop at the mall (pathetic.). You get the idea. So why not blog about my adventures/mishaps? My hope is that this will be a weekly blog post (don’t hold your breath!) on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. But that’s a lot of commitment so we’ll see.

Two Fridays ago, it was a beautiful day here (shocking.) and all day I was checking the clock and praying for it to be 3:30 when I could make a mad dash to get home and throw on my running clothes. Friday runs have become my ABSOLUTE favorite workout of the week. I like to do a good 5-7 miler down by the beach. It’s a perfect way to start the weekend! And if the weather is great, it’s even better. It’s my new thing okay?

So I get home, rush up the stairs, thrown on my running stuff and head out. (Back story: I had some adjustments made to my running prosthetic a month or so ago and its been hurting me. Same with my walking leg. Lots of pressure on my knee which resulted in a bruise I can’t seem to get rid of. I won’t get rid of it if I keep walking and running. OOPS.***) I love running on the boardwalk out to the Venice Pier. Once I’m there I enjoy a few minutes of the sunset and head back towards my apartment. (I’m so zen. Hah.) This is roughly 3 1/2 miles from my house.

I got about a mile and half into my run when my running leg started hurting my knee. But I refused to turn around. I thought oh its only another two or so miles then I’ll take a break if it’s hurting and then head back. So I pushed through the pain. I was really into the run and feeling good by the time I got to the pier. I took my usual few minutes to be thankful for where I live and then decided to head home. For some reason I chose to take streets this time and not stay on the boardwalk. After running about another mile (4 1/2 or so at this point. KEEP UP.), I was dying. I was having a seriously hard time running. And I was not happy about it.

First, I slowed down thinking that might help. Then I tried to walk. It’s pretty difficult for me to walk with the running leg so that hurt even more than running. And then I realized I had another 2 1/2 miles to go. This run, then walk, then run thing was not panning out. It hurt and would take me forever to get home. And I had plans people!

There were basically two options (the third- calling a friend- was out because I didn’t have my phone): ride the bus or catch a cab. Well the bus was out too when I realized I had no money.

And there I was hailing a cab on Ocean Avenue because I couldn’t run any further. Not my proudest moment. The driver probably thought who is this lunatic with one leg half running/half gimping a long on the side of the road? Ya well it’ll be a good story for him to tell. Plus he was nice. I was sniffling a lot. No I was NOT CRYING (I was actually laughing which probably made the driver think I had just escaped from a psych ward). I just get a runny nose when I run (DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ANYONE ELSE? It drives me crazy.) Anyway, he gave me a tissue. How nice.

There you have it. I had to take a cab home because I could not finish my run. Ridiculous. I was pretty scared to run last Wednesday but it was a great one. No cab fare required.

***BY THE WAY: This story is not meant for sympathy. I like to laugh at myself and thought it was hilarious the whole way home in the cab. So if you are feeling bad for me. Stop. It’s annoying.


A long hiatus

I haven’t blogged in quite some time so I’m feeling a little rusty. Have patience, people.

Why has it been so long? Oh, well life got in the way. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been training and blogging is constantly on my mind. I mean on a daily basis I say to myself, “You should blog about this.” But I don’t.

Anyway, after the season wound down I did a lot of relaxing. Well maybe not a lot of relaxing (if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile you know I can’t really relax). More like exercising for me and not training with a race in mind. It was nice to be able to decide my workout 10 minutes before I got to the gym rather than having the next 6 weeks of workouts planned out. I also ran. A LOT. And just kept running. I found myself running for me because it felt amazing. Plus I was really enjoying running at the beach during our sunny California January (anyone jealous out there?).

Here’s what I haven’t blogged about (Get over it, people! I can’t tell you EVERYTHING.)

1. TriFit held a spinathon to benefit CAF. So fun. So great. Thanks to everyone who participated. It really meant a lot to me that I was able to connect my two biggest supporters, TriFit and CAF!

Yes, I’m sweaty. I had just been on the spin bike for 2.5 hours. Check Lindsay, my supportive cousin coming through as usual, in the background.

Gina and I after the spinathon. Can not express how grateful I am to have met her!

2. I did the Santa Monica-Venice Christmas Run (5k) in December and felt I had come full circle. This 5k had been my very first last year. Crazy how time flies. And how many miles of running I’ve put in since then. I’ll never forget how nervous I was then. This year’s race came full of silliness. The story goes like this: I went out on Friday night with some friends, thinking my race was Sunday. Maybe I stayed out late. You decide. My phone rang on Saturday morning at about 745. It was my friend, Liz, from my Pi Phi alumnae club asking me where I was. I was at home in bed of course! The race was Saturday. Oops. Not only did I want to be there to run with Liz, but I knew Gina and Bernard and everyone else from TriFit would be there. So I rolled out of bed. Oh, but my car wasn’t at home. So I ran (SPRINTED) from my apartment in Santa Monica to the start line. It was 2 miles away, people. Two miles before my 5k. I’m nuts. So I get there. I’m sweaty but laughing. I was disheveled to say the least.  Then, I ran the 5k. Then, I had to run home. Remember? No car? 2 miles? Ya. It was an adventure.

3. New Year’s came and went and I didn’t make any crazy resolutions like I did last year (remember I told myself I would do my first triathlon?).

4. The Ducks won the Rose Bowl! YAAAAAAA. And I was there. (Special shout out to my cousin, Jeff Palmer (59), who is their long snapper.)

5. The winter issue of The Arrow (Pi Beta Phi’s magazine) came out. I’m featured in the “Alumnae Spotlight” section. It feels like an honor to be a part of the magazine, I’ve read about so many amazing women in this section in past issues! Pi Phi meant so much to me in college and I’m still count many of those Pi Phis as my closest friends!

So there you have it. You haven’t missed much. I promise to blog more (I’m lying right now.)!

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