The Continuing Adventures of Toots and Sally: Two Women. One Marathon. A Dream.
your dog looks at you as if running with you is better than chasing squirrels…
That’s the kind of run I had. 5 miles at an easy pace, and do I mean easy. I stopped a few times so that “Guinness could say hi to some other dogs,” and just to enjoy being out. I have 11 tomorrow. Youch. At least tomorrow is Champagne Sunday. Sometimes it’s the only way I can make myself get out the door.
I saw Claudia on the path yesterday! I was doing a three and Guinness was bringing me along to be Welcomer and Greeter. So, we know that at least 2 TAS-ers are running! Peep, you’re excused, however, so we will not bring the wrath down upon you. We won’t even smite you.
Runs are going somewhat smoothly, but mostly I am glad to be outside. I love snow and the sun has been out a few days recently, so it’s a great combination for me. Today I did 1600 repeats. I had some doubts about it, but everything went somewhat smoothly. I didn’t puke once!
Next profile to come…“The British Runner.”
That’s today’s run, number 7 of 30! (I skipped yesterday, more on that in a minute.)
The big bell curve there is when I ran into Sally and Dawg. Yay!
Anyway, I’m showing you my uber-slow pace not to shame myself (I can do that on my own), but to give a question some context. See, in the last couple of months, I ran….maybe four times. And I gained upwards of ten pounds. So I’m going slower than ever, plus…
SHIN SPLINTS.
They’re bad, people. The pain isn’t constant, only at the end of my runs, but still, holy cartwheels. Definitely didn’t think this would be a problem when I decided on that 30-in-30 plan.
I’m now icing and stretching, doing heel and toe walks, etc etc. But in the interest of 1. running and 2. not getting a stress fracture, here’s my question: What would you do if you had wicked shin splints?
I’m continuing to research online and think that, in addition to the ice packs, I’ll take this next week off, and then cut back to running every other day. Thumbs up? Thumbs down?
Thanks, y’all.
I’m rubbing my hands together with glee! Wickedly. Can’t complain; our landlord has a snow blower for us to use.
3, dawg, snow, uff da!
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” -Bill Watterson
Okay, snow/sleet….I actually ran my allotted 3 miles today.
I so love running in a snow storm…it was invigorating.
It was enlightening.
Dawg did so so well running…
It was good.
My first day of marathon training consisted of two glasses of wine and a 1/8 piece of chocolate cake, whist watching “The Biggest Loser.”
It’s a good thing I’m not running a marathon.
That’s what I said on the phone to Coworker #1 when I called to get Lumpy at work. I was supposed to do 5, slightly miscalculated, did 4.7, of which I probably ran 4.4, unintentionally.
If any of you folks in the Minneapolis area are considering running between 50th and Lake Harriet on the creek path, DON’T. It wasn’t even close to cleared.
All in all, yow. I ache. Yet, I have a sleeping dog at my feet when I’m on the couch, and I have a great sense of accomplishment. I thought I would have walked much more, but I did what counted and I had fun which has always been the tough part of training for me. Nope, my post was not witty like Lumpy; I still have Spanish homework and icing to do! Cut me some slack! heh. Happy running, all.
I am sorry that I hated you, Pheidippides… No really…I am.
At least as long as it will take for you and whatever “running deities” you’ve convinced to conspire against me. 
I’m just being honest…
So yesterday was my first day of marathon training. A rest day. My kinda training day!
Today, was my supposed to be my first “actual run” training day. It was/is not to be. As luck–or the vengeful hand foot of Pheidi (see above)–would have it, I managed to pull a variety of muscular elements on my left side during my REST DAY! No, really…
A small slip on some snow covered ice, while taking Dawg out for some potty time and I’m done. Thankfully the shovel jammed under the car tire saved me. However, left knee, ankle, side, arm went all ka-ka. See diagram below. OI…
So, I am sorry that I hated you, Pheidippides…really…I am.
Starting tomorrow, I’m going for super-short runs (like, 15 minutes) every day for a month. Every day! Barring ice storms, extreme sinusitis, and broken limbs.
I’ve got my non-schedule schedule printed out and my woolies hanging on the door.
Physically it’s easy, but in that mental/habit-forming way I really need, it’s a challenge. Hooray! I think.
(Anyone else a LOST fan? I am so excited for tonight, holy crap.)
As I run around the lake, it feels and looks like the snow is flying horizontally and pelting my eyes and face no matter what direction I am running.
Today starts the new training season for the June 6 marathon. In that spirit: “The secret to a rich life is to have more beginnings than endings.” I must have any awfully rich life, then.
Today’s run? 3 snowy miles. Snowy eyelashes, very snowy dog, frozen upright and swooshed bangs (it was très sexy!), red, red face, and very little knee pain.
