This past weekend, I did something awesome. I ate lunch under a weeping willow in the Boston Public Garden. I woke up Sunday morning knowing I had to do a 4-mile run, but as the cool breeze blew through my … Continue reading
You know when people give you the same advice over and over and over again, and you just think to yourself, “I KNOW ALREADY! GEEZ!”? That has always been me, so you’re not alone. (And if you honestly listen and implement every bit of advice you’re given, you are inhuman and should donate your brain to medical science.) But, one fateful day when I decided to give one piece of running advice a chance, I unfortunately showed myself that all of those people had been right all along. Continue reading
I’m taking a quick break from food and paleo-related posts to make an announcement of seemingly un-epic proportion, but one that I feel is epic for me:
You may have noticed a new item in my blog’s sidebar (and, if not, check it out)… I’m officially registered to do the Boston-area Tough Mudder! A former college classmate of mine shared a link on Facebook for it, saying she’s formed a team and is looking for anyone interested in joining them. I haven’t seen this girl in ages, and I wouldn’t blame her for forgetting who I am, but I’d wanted to do this race ever since I completed the Cincinnati Muidathlon last summer.
The Mudathlon was a ton of fun (even though I got a foot-long cut on my back from barbed wire!), but I did it alone. Also, I didn’t really work on any strength-training, so when it came to the monkey bars, climbing over 7-foot tall walls, and anything else involving upper body strength, I was pretty much screwed.
With nine months ahead of me, I have more than enough time to prepare for this… I hope! Even so, I’m pretty terrified! The difference between the Mudathlon and the Tough Mudder are few, but great: Mudathlon was about 3 miles while the Tough Mudder can be anywhere from 10-13 miles; the Mudathlon obstacles are a challenge but not that hard, while the Tough Mudder obstacles are plentiful, designed by folks in the British Armed Forces (so I’ve been told), and are bit more intense (see here, here and here).
So, I have some strength-training I need to do. My teammates are mostly Crossfit-ers, which is intimidating, but they swear they won’t leave me behind on race day! I still want to prove it to myself that I can at least do one or two monkey bars! Time to get back to BodyRock.TV!
This race isn’t just about being a glorious badass; proceeds go to a good cause. If you’d like, please help out my team by donating to the Wounded Warrior program! Here’s their pledge, to show that they are seriously legit:
To support the needs of injured service men and women, Tough Mudder offers special discounts to participants who raise funds for the Wounded Warrior Project. The Wounded Warrior Project hopes to achieve the following: 1) To raise awareness and enlist the public’s aid for the needs of injured service members. 2) To help injured service members aid and assist each other. 3) To provide unique, direct programs and services to meet the needs of injured service members.
Expect updates on my training during the next 9 months!
I had originally wanted to title this post as something like “Getting Back Into Running, Part I” or something to that effect; however, this race* I did on Sunday was so un-race-like that the running was honestly secondary! * I … Continue reading
I left off at the point in my life when I was moving 1000 miles from my home state of New York to start my new job in the uncharted world that is Northern Kentucky/Cincinnati. I’d made a futile attempt to continue the Couch to 5K running program upon arriving in my new home-away-from-home… but that just didn’t happen. Continue reading
This is the start of a multi-part series, the length of which has yet to be determined, where I’ll be talking about the ups and downs (and more downs…) that led to my “learning” to run. Believe it or not, it’s more than just “left foot, right foot, repeat”! Let me make it clear that there are two kinds of runners: those who are born runners, and those who become runners. I’m definitely the latter, as I started my running regimen when I was very, very overweight and could barely run one minute without begging for death to take me!
But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s begin! Continue reading