There’s Just Something About Yoga Teachers

After proclaiming high and low that I’m just so dang healthy and I never get sick…I got sick twice in a month!

The first one knocked me out, but after a few days, I was recommitting to a healthy 2013 and getting back to running post-injury and I was doing okay with it until I got all sniffly again, then the throat, then the exhaustion, then the sinuses, oh the sinuses. And that crap hung around like a bad ex-boyfriend! Boo.

Finally, I decided the sick was not going to win and I was going to do what I could, so yesterday I ran and took one of my favorite yoga classes I hadn’t seen in far too long. It wasn’t completely awful and the warmth of the room helped me sweat out what seemed to be left. I woke up feeling better today, so back to the gym I went to run and – yay! – do yoga.

The thorn in my side about my perfect gym has always been the lack of yoga classes that fit my schedule on M/W/F. Yesterday I checked the schedule and saw a HOT yoga class added on Mondays and Wednesdays at 4:30 with a teacher with a great local reputation. Mind blown. My whole training plan just opened up!

I took the class today and I’m so happy! It’s a great addition and the instructor deserves his great reputation. And some of the cougars in the class agreed and I might have had a little giggle to myself about it. And then he told me my bridge pose (an ankle grab variation) was “beautiful” and I may or may not have blushed a little. There’s just something about those instructors, you know? Pop culture is on to something.



Full Steam Ahead

You know that healthy choices are a lifestyle, not just a passing phase, when the day after an awesome triathlon you’re at the gym.

Don’t get me wrong, I rested on Sunday, I ate In-N-Out and my mother’s customary post-race chocolate chip cookies (and even milk, which I have been really good at swearing off recently), but on Monday, I wanted to go to the gym. If my body said no, I would have listened, but it said, maybe just sweat a little.

I was tired after the race, but felt good and it wasn’t until Monday mid-day that my knee started to feel a little tweaked, so I decided against the yoga class I had my eye on and went for a swim instead.

A leisurely swim in the outdoor pool in my cute bikini (but still goggles and cap) – I got a sweet (not) runner’s tan sunburn on Sunday, so I figured I could raise my heart rate a little, while getting some evening-out sun, then I got out and read my new library book in the last of the afternoon warmth. It was pretty delightful.

Marquee was, in my mind, the end of race season, but it’s really not. I’m doing Pat’s Run on Saturday and a six-mile obstacle/mud run on one of my favorite holidays, Cinco de Mayo! Then I’m done. Well, maybe. I’ve still got my eye on a non-traditional triathlon in June, but that’s dependent on a few different things lining up.

I thought I’d have to focus on not losing steam for these tail end events because in the past I’ve gotten a little off track after a big race, but I really think it’s a lifestyle now.  After swimming on Monday, I got in a morning run on Tuesday and started using my hot yoga Groupon yesterday (what a great class!).

Ask me again in September when it’s been over 100 every day for three months and I might have a different answer about how physically active I am and want to be, but for now, my steam is going nowhere.

An Off Week

Last week I was going to go to yoga after work, but instead I went to Starbucks and got a coffee light frap and a chocolate croissant.  Yum.  I don’t do afternoon treats very often, which I guess is good, because I enjoy them more when I do.
In the week after my half-marathon, I decided to take a break and I let my body decide if I was going to work out.  My quads were pretty tight for a few days post-race, but other than that, my body felt pretty good so the week turned into more of a mental break, which was just as necessary!
I still had a training schedule – my next triathlon is now less than six weeks away! – but I told myself it was okay if I did them and it was okay if I didn’t.  Most of the workouts were light recovery-type seshes anyway, so I wasn’t missing any crucial training time.
My body and brain decided to run five miles on Wednesday and take Rigo to the greenbelt to run two on Sunday, but mostly my body and brain decided to read the Hunger Games series, watch Gossip Girl and lay out by the pool.
I usually have major missed-workout guilt, to an extent that I can admit sometimes is unhealthy, so relieving myself of that guilt was wonderful and probably a good reminder to not be so hard on myself.
I was a little concerned about what would happen when I wanted to get back to it, but my motivation bounced right back on Monday and I’m rocking my new training plan!

A Knee Update

As I expected (or at least hoped), my knee is bugging me because of my IT band and my doctor believes it’s because of weakness in my hip. 

His prescription is physical therapy for strengthening exercises, foam rolling to continue to lengthen the band, cross-training and…

Drumroll please…

Returning to running in two to three weeks with a slow build back to my desired weekly mileage! 

I feel much better knowing and having an action plan.  And I feel better after seeing my x-rays.  My joints look great and I’ve got a lot of miles left in these wonderful legs of mine.

Oh, and I was the youngest and most fit person in the office.  By a lot.  Oh well.

{Diagram and Iliotibial Band Syndrome information here}


Remember this girl?  The one who was all, “I’m going to make February my bitch.”  I guess I didn’t expressly say it in my new month resolution post, but my plan was to work out every day in the pretty little month of February.


My motivation didn’t go anywhere, but my common sense kicked in.  I was taking a break from running because of my knees.  I thought the pain that came on after my race would go away with rest, but resting from running is not resting.  Going about my day-to-day activities left me grimacing and the thought of working out filled me with dread.

After googling, “when should you go to a doctor for a sports injury?” I realized that the correct answer is “when you google, ‘when should you go to a doctor for a sports injury?'”

I want to get back to running like yesterday.  I want someone who understands that motivation and I want someone who will help me prevent future injuries.

So…I am seeing a sports medicine specialist tomorrow.  I picked him because his waiting room is destined to be filled with hot baseball players and golfers he works with serious athletes. 


I imagine this means he will laugh at me and say, “aww, you hurt your little knees running 13 little miles? I’m so sorry.  Now suck it up, stretch, foam roll and get a massage for that tight quad.”

One way or another, this detour is going to get back on track.

Longest Run Ev-ah

Today I ran my longest run ever (I’ve pretty much been saying that weekly since I started training for my first half-marathon back in December).  My training called for 12 miles, which I did last week as well, but I recently read about the benefits of running OVER the race distance by a bit and decided to step it up and go for 14. 

According to my Garmin, my LONGEST RUN EV-AH was 14.5 and I did it in 2:53, which is a little slower than my goal race pace, but it felt good (save a slight ting in my knee) and I feel emotionally ready as well. 

So what do you do after completing your LONGEST RUN EV-AH?

You change clothes because you’re sweaty, but don’t shower because you’re going to continue to sweat for a while.

You hydrate, but knowing that you’re not going to want to move for a while, you bring back-up.

You throw your legs up on the wall for a while.

You make old-lady groany noises when you move.

You catch up with the ladies on Wisteria Lane while icing your knee and eating a banana.

You think, did I REALLY run for almost three hours straight today?

You wonder how difficult it would be to add 12 more miles to get to a marathon.

You wonder who decided 26.2 was the ultimate (apparently the distance run from Marathon to Athens to announce the defeat of the Persians, although that’s up for debate and the standard distance wasn’t set until 1921).  And you decide you are happy with your own goals for now.

You stretch.  You roll.

You finally shower and are kind of amazed your legs don’t refuse to stand for the duration, so you shave them for being so awesome.

You eat a piece of pizza, carrots and a clementine.

You finally order that RoadID you’ve been eyeing because somewhere around mile 10 you came across the aftermath of bike v. car (he was fine, mostly just – understandably – pissed off).  You also look at helmets and swear to always wear one once you finally get a bike.

You go to your parents house to watch the Steelers dominate [the second half anyway], continue to ice your knee and eat fish tacos.

You pee A LOT because you’re drinking so much damn water.

You finally look into just what might be wrong with your knee and what might be a better treatment.  Unfortunately I think it’s my IT band, but my training is tapering off, so if there’s any good time to have to deal with it, now would be that time and I think I can rest it enough between now and race time (two weeks!).

You find Miss America on TV but fall asleep before the end even though Miss Arizona is in the final group and that NEVER happens.