tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41215143196320212512011-04-21T16:57:40.912-04:00Going from squat-diddly to marathoner by December 31, 2008 won't be easy, but at least I've got my camera (and a little bit of a sweet tooth) to keep me company.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361925076515521387noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121514319632021251.post-32698227066942857512008-09-10T21:20:00.004-04:002008-09-10T21:56:12.778-04:00

As I read back through the posts I've made here, I realize that I've come a long way in the past nine months or so.For one, I've run distances I'd never imagined being able to do, starting with that first two-miles. The main reason? My frame of mind. I've worked hard to overcome several mental barriers -- namely extreme perfectionism. In all my life, it wasn't until only a few months ago that I

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I went eight (8) miles yesterday. You should be so very proud. The weather was beautiful, and the humidity was low (and so was the Run-O-Cam's battery) -- a marvelous day for a long easy run out on the open road. But after the first four miles, I was tired and had lots to do. I had run well and since it was already getting late in the evening, I was going to just pack it up and go home.But I went

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There are days when I have to fight tooth and nail with my psyche to run a full mile. There are days when the *other* things in life outweigh working out. There are days when I'd rather gouge my eyes with spoons rather than put on my shoes and go for a run.And then there are days like today, which seems to be headed for one of the above. You know, when my head just isn't in it. But I was kindly

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In case the running thing doesn't quite pan out.I'm Training to Ruin a Marathon

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It's been almost a week, I know, I know. Oops.Quickly then, I'll just say the 5K was a good run, generally fun, though mostly uphill which kind of sucked. But our time was right about the same as the last one, which had been mostly downhill (maybe even better if it hadn't been for awful cramps in Kelly's stomach and calf that required a few minutes' walking). Surely this is a sign of improvement.

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Just a quick note here. I'm in the middle of trying to pack up a small bag of clothes and shampoo and soap and stuff for the short overnight trip we'll be making up to Kelly's, and find directions to parking for the event. She and I (and Adam, too!) are running in the OUT FOR BLOOOOOD 5K tomorrow morning in Baltimore (you really need to say it like that). I'm really excited because of the name.

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The solstice might be a few weeks away yet, but summer's already peeking around the corner. It wasn't quite as hot as it will be, but it was hazy, and I ran two miles yesterday in a cloud of tangible humidity, with deer flies jumping on my arms--those suckers land on you while you're moving! And they won't go away! They don't bother me quite as much as those damn sand fleas though; at least you

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If things hadn't turned out so...um... unexpected, I would have gone jogging in Savannah and I would have seen sights like this: And this:And the crossing signals would have spoken to me, telling me things like, "Wait...Wait...Wait...Now safe to cross Bay Street...Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven..."But instead, I spent much of my free time here, fighting the urge to pack up and go home: And that's all I

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Haven't *you* ever taken a risk to achieve a dream? Have a great weekend. I'll see you when I get back from Savannah!

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It's going to be a weird week because Thursday at 0500 we'll be in the car and driving out of the parking lot, embarking on a 10-hour drive to Savannah. Hopefully all this running will have paid off when I put on my fancy new dress.Hence, I didn't bother making a running schedule for this week. Heck, since when have I adhered to my schedule anyway? Since I'll be in the car all day on Thursday AND

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My first two weeks of marathon training have gone pretty well, except that I've skipped both of my long runs. For that reason, I'm starting over this week.The first week, I skipped because of excessive soreness from being overly active during the week, and this past one I skipped because I didn't have time, and I mean that. I *really* truly did not have an hour to spare unless I skimped on sleep,

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Have you ever had those workouts where you work really hard and push yourself to finish even though it totally sucks and you do it and you should feel really good, but afterward you just want to go home and crochet a blanket for your mother-in-law?I realize I've been really bad at blogging lately, for no other reason than that I'm busy, and it's a lame excuse. And I'm sorry. So today will be a

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After a week of WIFLing, I've decided to start my first week of official marathon training this week. It's a 16-week-long schedule, so I figure that if I start now I'll have a bit of time for the inevitable slip-up/catch-up. And maybe by planning to be ready for a marathon a month and a half ahead of time, I won't be having any last-minute dear lord, I am not fit for this panicking. Or at least

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By the way, I felt I should mention that today is my HALF-BIRTHDAY! This is, of course, a very important moment of the Sarahthon, because I am exactly halfway from 25 to 26, and in many ways it feels like a point of no return. Ain't no turnin' back now.

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I'll say this much: the hills are bitches.That statement alone really could sum up my reflections on Saturday's 10K, but a person doesn't start a blog to be so succinct.The event was a run/walk for St. Mary's Hospice; my parents participated in the 5K fun walk, which is why you see them in the photos below (left to right: Kelly, Mom, me, Dad).Of course as you know, Kelly and I participated in the

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Here I am jogging the first of 6 miles yesterday evening -- photo courtesy of Keith, who operated the Run-O-Cam, carried water, kept me company, cheered me on and calculated the percentage of the total distance that I had completed, all while following on Rollerblades. And I'm sure you'd like to commend me on a good show of perseverence in the face of procrastination. Why, thank you; you are too

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I got to talking with my friend's fiancé, Dave -- the crazy-runner-man -- over this past weekend, and he suggested that I should go out today and jog very slowly for 6 miles, since the race I'm running this weekend is twice the farthest distance I've ever run. Makes sense. Then he said, "or just do 5," when he saw the look on my face. I was supposed to do 6 miles on Sunday, but Sunday was really

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I told myself I'd take the Run-O-Cam out this past weekend and bring back something wonderful to show you. Alas, I confess, I haven't been out running because IT'S COLD AND RAINY. I don't know if cold and rainy can still qualify as an excuse for a hardcore aspiring amateur marathoner -- but dude! It's cold and rainy.Rest assured, I am still cutting it up on the treadmill at the gym (at least *

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ME: Your only two stars so far this week are for resting.ME: SO?ME: It's a little pitiful, Sarah. Do you really deserve stars for resting?ME: Yes! Resting is a crucial part of any physical training program.ME: So is physical training.ME: ...ME: ...ME: ... So is resting.ME: *sigh*

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I got back on the road yesterday evening, albeit briefly and for the first time since the 5K. After the race, I was bothered with mild shin splints yet again, so I made the switch to my second pair of shoes, which are practically new. Although the run was not without pain, I could feel a definite difference in support with the newer shoes (which is exactly the same as my other pair of shoes, but

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We arrived at Kelly and Adam's house around mid-afternoon on Saturday. After trekking another half-hour north and back to pick up our race packets, we spent a quiet evening at their house, watching movies on TV and eating a fine meal of chicken, broccoli and couscous prepared by Kelly. And then I realized I FORGOT MY EARMUFFS. The weather forecast for Sunday called for chilly, windy weather in

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So here we are: the day before race day. Yesterday Keith and I took a 2.5-mile walk around the neighborhood. Spring is definitely on the way, with all the daffodils, crocus, forsythia and Bradford pears in bloom.I'm hoping to finish the race in 35 minutes or less, as there is a St. Patrick's Day parade that follows the same route starting 45 minutes after the race and I would hate to get lapped

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I know, I've been a bad blogger. It was an unusually busy week/weekend, and with the time change, I'm feeling a little jetlagged. Or DST-lagged.Sunday I went for a ~2 - 3-mile run with Kelly. It felt pretty good, and was nice for both of us to have a chance to run together once before the big day! (And my shins are feeling pretty good, too.) Kelly found out from her aunt and uncle -- who've run

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361925076515521387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121514319632021251.post-7270663232037812302008-03-03T09:55:00.004-05:002008-03-03T10:15:28.253-05:00

On Saturday night we drove up to the Outback in LaPlata (did you know they're building a Texas Roadhouse up there?!! Heck yeah!) for a belated Keith's grandmother's birthday dinner, with all the Maryland Ehmans: Gma Shirley, Gpa John, Aunt Julie, Greg, Linda, Kelly, Adam, Keith and me.There were, as usual, many conversations criss-crossing loudly across and around the table, in the middle of the

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If I could wish for one thing, it would be to finish the St. Paddy's Day 5K with a bit of dignity, half a muffin and a large strawberry daquiri. Alas, I have been unable to follow my special 5K training plan because of my whiny shin tendons, who get all inflamed every time I try to run a little. So as it is, I may just get the muffin and strawberry daquiri. Oh, I'm sure I'll finish the 5K. But it

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361925076515521387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121514319632021251.post-81224670842302810742008-02-22T11:38:00.003-05:002008-02-24T08:41:46.177-05:00

Shinsplints

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I ran two miles today. It hurt. A LOT. I've also confirmed what I knew to be true in the first place, but chose to carefully ignore because it's cold outside: I'm going to have to start spending more time running on the road, because it took me by surprise. The asphalt doesn't move.Besides sheer frustration with the running being so HARD, the horrid sound of my own rasping breath began to

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It's official: I am registered for my first 5K run on March 16 in Baltimore. It's ON now.After some careful research, I've decided on the marathon I will attempt to attempt: the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington DC. The "People's Marathon," whatever that means. Maybe that it's not just for Marines, but people too. Or because the people demanded the Marines give them a marathon. Or maybe they

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It's hard to blog when you hardly get a moment to yourself. That is what I am struggling with this week--it's stressful to constantly be around other people. The result is that I become nervous and a bit irrational; this morning I woke up in a panic thinking it was Thursday and I would be late for a meeting, then relaxing slightly realizing that it is only Wednesday--four times.I meant to start

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I know I've been absent from blogging. It's been a busy week. But hopefully you will find it in your hearts to see that 14 hours of painting and two days of moving office furniture that can only be described as "effing heavy" count toward my fitness goals, one way or another. I was planning to start 5K training this week. I was also planning to register for a 5K this week. So far I haven't done

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Jen and I went out for the second installation of our Monday-Wednesday Lunchtime Walkification, and this time Curtis came along too. Here's Curtis trying to banish a rock from his shoe, and Jen--who/whom you may not have recognized without her clever headwear. (It's whom by the way.)

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Good Ness, it's nippy outside today! I'm off to a good start this week, thanks to Jen, who suggested walking at lunchtime on Monday and Wednesday. And I'm grateful for it (the good start) after a poor, unenthusiastic finish last week. I barely made it to the gym on Friday, and didn't even think about going out on Saturday, although I am tempted to give myself a star anyway because climbing up and

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You are looking at the face of a woman who, with every molecule in her body, absolutely, resolutely did not want to go to the gym tonight, but who, against her conscious will, forced herself to go anyway. And she is now exhausted. She hated the treadmill tonight. She loathed the very act of moving. And as she walked, then ran, then walked, then ran, then walked, she detested marathons, and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361925076515521387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121514319632021251.post-12556636908687568102008-01-21T14:30:00.000-05:002008-01-22T15:43:43.654-05:00

On Saturday, Keith and I decided to bundle up and take the run-o-cam out to St. Mary's Lake for a hike on the 7.5-mile lakeside trail. Neither of us have hiked this trail before, which is silly since we don't live more than 10 miles away from it. Still, it was a pretty easy trail, with only mud and some particularly aggressive tree roots to really slow us down--the length of it being the most

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Tonight I crossed over to the other side. Despite the cold and rain and general meteorological ickiness, I left the house.And went to the gym.Like one of those people.Some days I am truly amazed by the things I am capable of doing.

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Sorry for the light posting this week: I was planning on posting Tuesday night after I got home, but ended up on the phone all evening with Jen B who was having the one of the most terrible weeks imaginable. I was then going to post last night, but got home late from WIFLing at mom's and ended up on the phone with Jen B again for a short while as she called to tell me the MOST EXCELLENT NEWS that

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Keith called me at work today to ask if I wanted to go with him to the gym tonight. That's right: He called to ask me. It must be a cold day in hell.* I started on the elliptical machine, which I normally hate, only today I realized how amazingly well the darn thing works every leg muscle I own, and consequently the cardiovascular system. Then I got on the treadmill--because I can't stay away!--

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Tonight I went over to my mom's house and we completed the NYC Ballet workout 1. I don't think we'll be auditioning for The Nutcracker any time soon. In fact, we would probably get thrown out of class for not properly respecting the spiritual art experience of the ballet dancers and making smartass comments to accompany the disembodied Bavarian male voice's instructions: "In dis stretch, you

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Even though I know it's just a tease, the warm weather and later sunset (well, that's not a tease) made for a pleasant evening of aerobic goodness.Now as it turns out, perfectionism is a psychological condition. And after a very careful and highly reliable self-diagnosis via the Wikipedia article, I think I can safely state that I am perfectly pathological and neurotic. Apparently this is

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Well, I must say that in the first six weeks of the Sarahthon, I have done an excellent job of failing tremendously. However, please note the clever use of oxymoron to emphasize this point and keep in mind that at least my writing has not suffered as much as my waistline. And thighs. And ass.I had hoped to avoid going into New Year's Resolution territory, so I won't. I once made the mistake of

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Yesterday, as I walked outside to do my workout, I noticed that it was extremely windy. I tried to capture the essence of the wind by photographing the choppy water: (But it doesn't seem so impressive when it's standing still.)And as I fought to walk a straight line against a strong gust, I thought to myself, screw this. So I went to use the treadmill at the gym instead, which does not make for

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Yesterday I completed my first workout that included running. Ten minutes of it. Total. And it was freakin' hard. I've never felt fatter than when my legs were tired of running and my feet came down harder on the ground than I intended them to, and it seemed as if the entire earth was quaking with every Thud. Thud. Thud. But of course that's only because I was moving at a prolonged intensity that

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This is her:Jen A, the woman that totally, amazingly sacrificed an extra 3 hours of sleep to go race-walking with me on a cold, drizzly Saturday morning, after having stayed up half the night at work constructing a Yeti Ice Lair--all so that I would not have to endure my first race experience alone. You can almost see real runners there in the background.I totally forgot to pack the run-o-cam (

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361925076515521387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121514319632021251.post-45346785796775263922007-12-05T14:37:00.000-05:002007-12-05T16:13:34.093-05:00

I walked today at lunchtime, despite the snow, because I am officially registered for a 5K walk on Saturday! Jen A signed up to do it with me, which is one of the many reasons why I LOVE JEN; it's not as scary to know that even if all the little old power-walking ladies leave me behind, I will have a good friend to be young and slow with. The walk also reminded me of why being outdoors in winter

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That's right. I am at this very moment insanely out-of-body because I have sitting in front of me (at this very moment) the registration form for a 5K run/walk that is taking place on SATURDAY .... FOUR. DAYS. FROM. NOW. And I sat for a while trying to decide whether I thought I could run it, and decided that it is probably a safer bet to walk--because I *know* I can walk 3.1 miles in a decent

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I did walk on Tuesday, as you can see from the gold star I earned on the schedule above, and the photo posted below.I did not go yesterday as it was late and I had work to do when I got home. And today I forgot my shoes. Tomorrow I will probably be cleaning all day for Jen B who is coming to visit. But *Saturday* she and I are planning to go on a long walk, so maybe it will make up in part for

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It's official! Today I completed the first workout of my marathon training--a 30 minute brisk walk--despite the overwhelming urge not to because it was gloomy and dark. As you can see from this blurry one, I *was* actually moving.I wanted to start with 30 minute walks for several reasons. First of all, I haven't been running in a very long time and didn't think it would be a good idea to destroy

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It arrived today by way of a seemingly pleasant enough delivery man: a Panasonic Lumix FX-30, hereafter known as the Run-o-cam. I will overlook Panasonic's use of Bank Gothic for the Lumix's logotype and instead focus on the joy of so much picture-taking wonderfulness packed into a cell phone-sized device, which will be my lovely companion on those exhilirating workouts (and undoubtedly,

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You'll see that I've added a "Challenges" section to the sidebar, where I plan to list any upcoming races and runs I intend to participate in. First up is the 22nd Governor's Bay Bridge 10K Run, which goes from Kent Island to Sandy Point State Park. Sister-in-law Kelly suggested it, in lieu of the Marine Corps Historic Half (half-marathon) which filled up before we could register. Freakin

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The name marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, a Greek soldier, who was sent from the town of Marathon to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated in the Battle of Marathon. It is said that he ran the entire distance without stopping and burst into the senate with the words "Masters! Victory is ours!" before collapsing and dying due to exhaustion. (Wikipedia)...Nothing--

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