Nike Women's Half-Marathon Packet Pick-up Extravaganza!

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I'll start with Tuesday's dinner, for whatever reason.

Salmon patty (from TJ's), mixed green salad, brussells sprouts

There's no exercise or running to tell you about. I started to get sick earlier this week and am now on Day 3 of cold meds. I have a stuffy/runny nose, a slight productive cough and a slight sore throat. The timing is not good with the fast approaching half-marathon. I'm a little nervous given my bout of pneumonia earlier this year. There's not much that could stop me from running this race but if I get pneumonia as a result I'm going to feel a tad foolish.

I wish having a cold were my excuse for no exercise but nothing stopped me earlier in the week. Oh, other than life. I'm distracted by life right now, it's really calling on me to give it my full attention, and the exercise has suffered as a result. So I'm watching the food intake a bit more because I know I'm not burning through the calories like I normally do. And I'm being patient with myself, comfortable in the knowledge that as things settle, which they are slowly doing, I will get back to my routine. I love my routine, I love running/biking/swimming/weight lifting and all the rest, I love hiking and exploring and everything that comes with being fit and strong. I'm not worried about slipping off the exercise wagon.

I was able to sneak over to packet pick-up yesterday. But unfortunately instead of traipsing in and getting my packet I got this.

SFPD Bomb Squad

Ugh, that's never a good sign. Turns out someone left a "suspicious package" marked "booby trapped" near the Union Square park where the Nike Expo was happening. We were delayed by a couple hours. So what did I do with my time? Thanked volunteers and chatted up my fellow runners.

Meet Omar and Max, two younglings volunteering "just for something to do".

I am so grateful to volunteers, without them, these races couldn't happen. Thank you guys, and to everyone who volunteers at events! Sometimes volunteering is hard work, sometimes it's more fun than work, but it's always time freely given so us participants can have a great day, which is much appreciated.

And then I chatted up the runner chicks who were also waiting for the bomb squad to clear us. Meet Stephanie and Vonzie!

Stephanie (in the glasses), Vonzie and I

Stephanie is from Upstate New York and also ran the DC Nike event. She's doing the half on Sunday. And this is Vonzie's 3rd SF Nike event (she's a local) and she's doing the full 26.2 miles! We had a nice time talking races gone by and about our hopes for this one. Stephanie was wearing the official Nike DC shoes, how cute are these! They have DC etched into the back of them, as you can see.

Before I knew it the police were clearing us to go in. Finally!

But then, no, not quite. They cleared us to get in line but not to enter the Expo. More waiting.

At least the weather was nice

I was happy to be in a good spot in line, some people were blocks away. We all kept busy talking runner-girl talk and spectating. Another hour went by and we were finally let in. I got my packet and was surprised to find I put myself in the 9:00 - 9:59 pace corral. What was I thinking? Must have been in a super-optimistic/somewhat delusional state of mind when I registered.

After getting my packet I walked around the expo a bit - fancy! This is only my second "big" race (the SF Rock-n-Roll being my first) and I enjoyed all the hoopla. I purchased a post-race shuttle ticket and then walked around checking out the show. They had a DJ and the music was blasting, tons of people everywhere, it bordered on a run-nightclub scene. I didn't wait in line to get my free shoelaces, I was already running way late. But I managed to take a few pictures.

Fancy running digs

The route - in neon. This thing was huge. Very cool.

I matched!

The last one is the window in the Nike store with all our names on it. Of course I had to find mine.

I haven't taken a picture of my bib and swag so I'll have to put that in my next post.

Last night I went to dinner with the group-entry women with whom I entered. I had a shrimp pasta dish and even dessert (butterscotch pudding - yum!). We had a great time talking race-talk: what to wear, Camelbak vs no, corrals, expected finish times, etc, etc. I slipped on my blogger duties and forgot to take a group picture but this is one fun group of women and I can't wait to celebrate with them! We are all meeting for brunch after the race (and I'll be sure to take a group shot then), which is going to be half of what drives me to the finish line. The other half will be the necklace and finisher's shirt. Oh, and there's always my blind determination too.

So that's it. Oh, wait, one more bit of joyous news. I started my period. Can you believe that?! I just had it a few weeks ago. What is this, a thing now that I'm always going to get it pre-race? That's not a fun tradition. Good thing I'm running with the Camelbak so I can carry my necessities. Ok, so I have a cold/cough and it's TTOTM and I've only gone on two training runs since the triathlon. Yes, blind determination will be needed. And cold meds. And ibuprofen. And my inhaler. And a bit of luck won't hurt. But determination, perseverance, that's what I need more than anything. Good thing I have that. In spades.

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The Promise of a Good Run

Happy Sunday! After posting to my local tri group that, well, here's what I said...

"Anyone running this Sunday morning? I'm having a hard time motivating myself to get out there and meeting up would be just the oomph I need. I'm hoping to do 10 miles or so. No need for us to run together, just meet up and get moving, maybe coffee after if we have time."

So I put it out there and within 30 minutes I had plans (thanks Dierdra!). The Tiburon by the Bay half-marathon group was hosting a course preview, with 6 or 8 mile run options and post-run yoga. No 10 mile option but I'm not complaining. They'd also be offering snacks after. What's not to love? So I signed up for that and got my lazy butt to bed early.

When the alarm went off at 6am this whole meetup run thing no longer seemed like such a great idea. But after some hemming and hawing I got up and moving. It was chilly outside, in the mid 50's. I know you mid-westerners (not to mention easterners) are laughing right now but for this born and bred California girl, that's cold!

A good-sized crowd shows up and we get briefed on the planned route. Though I've run in this area quite a lot, I've never run this route so I'm a bit concerned about getting lost. Hopefully I can keep up enough to have someone to follow. Before too long we're on our way. And it turned out all the rest this past week made running fairly easy. Oh and the weather! Once the sun started shining all was right with the world. Perfect running weather.

While running I overheard a couple women talking about the Nike half and wriggled my way into that conversation. Turns out they've done it multiple times and had tons of tips! We also talked about parenting little ones and running, and how the two compliment each other so perfectly.

I got to the 6-mile turnaround and briefly considered going to 8 - after all, I started with a plan to do 10 - but then figured, ah what the heck, the race is next weekend, 2 extra miles at this point won't make or break me. So I turned around and happily finished strong, running my last mile in around 9:05 minutes. I can't be sure of my overall pace because my Garmin died just after we stopped and I can't find the cord to upload/charge it. I'm pretty sure my overall pace was around 9:35, which made me happy.

After the run I partook (is that the past tense of partake?) in some of the treats and watched some of the women do yoga for a few minutes.

Post run milling. Check out that weather!

Urban Remedy juices - yum!

Urban Remedy snacks. This stuff was tasty!!

I guess people use the juices to do cleanses, which (so far) isn't my thing. But they're so tasty I'd enjoy them as a snack. Anyway, my Nike Sunday running peeps were meeting for breakfast so I skipped the yoga and got on that bandwagon.

We met up at the same cafe from last time but this time I went less healthy, with pancakes, an egg and bacon. And I had some great conversation about p90x, the joys of fitness and how finding what you love is not always the best advice, at least not for the new exerciser.

Mmm, pancakes!

Well, there you have it. I'm back home and showered, just waiting for Miguel to drop off the kids. They went with him to soccer this morning while I ran around Tiburon and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Life remains in flux over here but I'm happy to have burned off some stress this morning. I recently described food as my salvation but it's not. Running, exercise, moving my body - that's my salvation.

Vincent on Running

“If you hear a voice within you say "you cannot run", then by all means run and that voice will be silenced.” - Vincent van Gogh

Ok, so maybe replace the word run with the word paint and that quote will be a tad more accurate, but does the source of your doubt change the point? Not really. It still amazes me that I can be this far into my journey and yet slip into a hole of self-doubt and amotivation. The good news is, I can look at the past, when I have seen myself, time and time again, pull myself out of this hole, and not feel entirely hopeless. I remain in doubt, I struggle with fear of losing everything I've worked for, but a voice in the back of my head says, worry not, find the way you will, you do every time. Is it weird that the voice sounds like Yoda? So I try to stay in patience and faith.

I just posted to my local tri group looking for a running partner for Sunday. That ought to snap me out of this and get me moving. Nothing like a time and a place to get me off the couch.

Finally, I'm posting a draft of the new blog makeover tomorrow morning on my FB page. If you haven't liked me yet, head over and join in the fun.

Dead Last > Did Not Finish > Did Not Start

I know I've been on the quiet side lately. There's a lot going on over here and the blog has slipped a bit on the priority list. Self care has slipped a bit. I went on an 8 mile run over the weekend, followed that up by a 10 mile hike on Monday. Haven't done squat since then. Working on getting my brain in gear but when life interrupts, sometimes you just need time to re-align. Anyway, just wanted to pop in and say I'm still here.

I didn't get into the first round lottery for the Escape from Alcatraz triathlon. I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. There will be another round of lottery for all the spots not taken by the folks that got in. Though with the $25 lottery fee, I expect my chances are not that good. I will volunteer again though, that was an amazing experience.

The Nike half-marathon is next weekend. I'm not really ready. I plan to do a long run this weekend but the event itself is going to be a "wing it" sort of situation. And that's ok. I plan to just go, do what I can, enjoy the day for which I paid a hefty sum to participate, get my necklace and consider anything that gets me over the finish line a success. No time goals, no running vs walking expectations, no failure other than not trying. Dead Last > Did Not Finish > Did Not Start

On a lighter note, I'm in the midst of a blog makeover. I'll be sharing a preview on my FB page soon to see what you all think. One thing is assured, it will take some time to get used to. I was shocked by the change but I think on the whole it's going to spiffy things up around here.

And on a fun note, there are some really exciting things happening in relation to my blog. I am sworn to secrecy so I can't give any details but let's just say yours truly is going to be flown somewhere to do something that will lead to lots more people knowing my name! It's both exciting and scary but I'm ready to spread the news of hope and inspiration when it comes to weight loss and maintenance. I'll keep you posted, albeit cryptically, as much as I can.

On my Rump

So I've been doing a whole lotta nothing since the triathlon. I had a plan to run on Monday, an easy recovery run. Didn't happen. Then I had a plan to run on Tuesday, also an easy recovery run. Didn't happen. Today (Wednesday) I'd hoped to get in a run and hit the gym. Babysitter cancelled and, you guessed it, didn't happen.

And my eating has been entirely meh. Nothing to write home about. It's not out of control exactly, but it's not really under control either. Of course my weight is up by a few pounds...give or take a pound or two (in the up direction). Enough beating around the bush...I'm 143.8 pounds. And I need to be doing something about it. Scratch that, I want to be doing something about it. And pizza is not the something I should be doing.

It's not all doom and gloom around here. The evening snacking is back on track. My friend Michelle is texting me again and I survived a particularly difficult evening last night. Miguel was out and that is often a time when I want to munch. In my old life time alone with a kitchen meant I could finally eat whatever I wanted without worry of being observed. I don't know if that's why being alone in the evening makes me munchie or if it's something else but as I've said before, the why isn't so important. It's the how that matters.

Blah, blah, blah - I'm not snacking in the evening. And while my general food choices need some work, it's the momentum that needs to turn around. I think some of it might be post-race blues. I hear there is such a thing. And the bigger the race, the heavier the blues. I don't really have the blues, just a bit of a post-race slow-down perhaps. I've just been reminding myself that things will turn around, that my fire will re-ignite here soon enough, and that all will be right with the world again.