Wednesday, October 27, 2010

We Have the Power to Change Ourselves

I admit, I stole this from Kara Goucher's blog. But, I loved this video and could not help but to repost it. We all have the power to change ourselves and be the creators of our own happiness. However, coming to this realization and then sticking with it is the hardest part of it all.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Registering for Boston Marathon 2011

Monday, October 18th has been set as a reminder on my Outlook calendar for the past few months. Any time I scrolled forward to that week, I would see a little box on that date, set for 9AM, and marked "Register for Boston". I honestly was unsure of whether or not I would run Boston when I marked my calendar; afterall, it is less than three months after my due date. After an email from Mary a few weeks prior to the registration, I determined that I would register and then see how I felt postpartum. I have never had a child before, so I honestly don't know what I am in for. However, I felt like I needed something to work for, and Mary agreed to coach me through my recovery during those months.

Thus, Monday came and I opened up the BAA website right at 9AM. Of course, as we know from all the stories, the site was completely overwhelmed with people trying to register, and it was not working for me. I went back to my work, and looked at it a few hours later, using a website that my friend Jen posted on Facebook. (And, Jen is due in November with her first so she is just as zany as me!) During the process, I noticed that I checked a waiver stating that they were not allowing deferrals for this year for the first time. I hesitated at continuing, called my husband and father asking them to both promise to help me train for this thing by assisting me with childcare, and then clicked on. Nice- I was registered and thinking that I either had set myself up for a tremendous athletic feat or tremendous pressure three months postpartum.


I received texts, emails, phone calls, tweets and Facebook messages all day reminding me to register. Boston.com reported at lunchtime that the race was half filled, and in the evening, the messages turned into sad blurbs from friends and tweeters who did not make it into the race. I felt guilty for registering, knowing that on race day, I won't be 100% recovered from having the baby, and knowing that I will be 100% involved in the baby rather than marathon training. But, I realize that I cannot let my guilt get in the way. I earned that spot at Boston last year, and I have not been able to race this year as I have been pregnant since the marathon. I deserve a marathon.

Needless to say, I do think at time, "What have I gotten myself into?" Really, I don't have any idea what it is to be sleep deprived and have a screaming infant. But, in the back of my head, I know that having something that is so selfishly for me during this time will help me get through those months and help us adjust to life as a new family. And, I know I made a wise decision to have a running coach during this time. Mary has three kids and gets what I yet don't, so working with her will give me the confidence that I can make it to the finish line on Patriot's Day.

Boston 2011 will not be my best marathon- I have no illusions about that. I do feel that it will be the most challenging and rewarding though. And, it will be great to have Baby Ramsey at the finish line to greet me.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Playlist with No Name

 

Playlist from class this morning- definite focus on hills today

 

✓    Thunder Road    4:48    Bruce Springsteen   


✓    Ready to Go    5:01    Republica   


✓    I Don't Wanna Be    3:38    Gavin DeGraw  


✓    I'm Free (Moby Remix)    3:43    The Rolling Stones & Moby   

✓    Unbelievable    3:31    EMF   


✓    Gimme Shelter    4:34    The Rolling Stones   

✓    Animal    3:32    Neon Trees   

✓    Sweet Child O' Mine    5:56    Guns N' Roses   

✓    How Far We've Come    3:31    Matchbox Twenty 

✓    I Run for Life    4:22    Melissa Etheridge   


✓    Here With Me    3:27    Dido    No Angel    Pop        3

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

There’s No Place Like Home

 

Despite my recent world travels, there is no place like home. Courtney and I ran all over Europe, including an amazing predawn run along the Seine in Paris. But, at home, I looked forward to one thing. The first morning I was back to Hingham, I did one of my most favorite things- I ran with Cisco the dog.  He is such a great running partner. 

 

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I know I am wearing a sweet outfit…. I am sure my husband appreciated my look when I showed up wearing more neon than the late 80s to the Presidential Fitness Challenge for kids that he helped to organize. (I am also sporting bright pink socks if it is not apparent in the picture.)

Cisco and I traveled almost four miles, and then I went to the gym to run over four more.  Slowing down my speed has made the pain I have been experiencing really subside.  Now, running is really enjoyable.  I feel like I am accomplishing so much.

Though I did not wear my lovely outfit, I was in all my spandexed glory at the gym.  I belong to a gym where many girls do the elliptical while talking to each other and wearing sweats with words on their rearends.  It is certainly not the most fancy place, but it is inexpensive, and I don’t really know anyone there.  Therefore, I get there, do my workout and get out.  Efficient!  Lately, I have been definitely receiving stares there, like who is the crazy pregnant lady in spandex running on the treadmill.  But, since I don’t know anyone, I really just do not care.

Needless to say, I was SO pumped that I ran almost 8 miles that day.   I have not been able to run that far in months…. but now I realize that I probably could have been was just holding back. 

I was reading the new Runners’ World today and loved the article on Bart Yasso.  It stated that he accepted his limitations as he struggled with Lyme Disease and who “when he realized he couldn’t run fast anymore, ran slow and found joy in that.”  This thought really resonated with me.  Running for me right now means surrendering to the limitations that my body is placing on me.  Yet, instead of making me more frustrated, running has made me more forgiving of myself. 

Friday, October 15, 2010

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Running in Rome

 

I love visiting new cities, and one the of many perks of my full time employment is this opportunity.  Arriving in a new city means new explorations and new experiences, and should life be measured  by these, it is wise to treasure each one.

Since 2007, I have traveled to Europe each fall representing my institution.  Running in each city has become somewhat of a tradition.  I have run past the Prado in Madrid, along the banks of the Seine and most recently in Hyde Park among many others.  For the first time,, I was able to experience running in Rome.  My work travels brought me here, and I immediately seized the opportunity to add this marvel to my list.

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Courtney, my travel partner, and I decided to forgo our run on Friday.  We worked straight through the day (yes, I promise we do work on these trips) and could not resist the call of Italian pasta for a late lunch.  Needless to say, being just a few days short of 6 1/2 months pregnant, lunch was quite necessary.  After filling ourselves full of lovely Italian carbohydrates, we spent much time walking and traversing the city. 

However, Saturday morning we needed to run.  We headed from our hotel and into the Villa Borghese.  This park is quite hilly, and I must have looked like quite the site as my pregnant belly in all its spandex glory slowly trudged up its hills.  Though I did not manage another 10K, we did complete 5 miles in 48 minutes.  Clearly, the hills and all our walking from the day before slowed me considerably.  The mission was complete though, and we ended our time in Rome in a fitting manner.

I sit on the train to Milan right now, wondering when my next run will be.  What will I encounter next?

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Another 10K

Just when I thought I would have to start cutting down, I have managed to run two 10KS this week.... Typically, that is nothing in a week. However, I am finding that if I go slower, I have less issues with the pelvic stretching. Go figure! Who knew it would be that simple.

I am still in London, but my colleague Courtney had her I Pod sensor to measure the mileage. We ran through Kensington and into Hyde Park, visiting Peter along the way.



Peter Pan is so magical- love him!

All in all, we completed 6 miles at a 9:15 pace. I was super impressed with myself again. And very grateful to Courtney as she was willing to run with me and the belly.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Running in Kilometers

 

One week home, and now another two weeks back in hotels….. Although I hate leaving my husband and golden, I am terribly lucky that this trip brings me to Europe.  Right now, I am in London, where the weather is misty and the hotel gym is not that bad! 

I spend a lot of time in the fall visiting hotel gyms.  Some are downright terrible and do not even deserve the gym moniker. Courtney, my travel partner, reminded me of the time last fall when the gym at our hotel in Paris was heated.  Yes, it was about 95 degrees in there- like running in the middle of the day during the summer!  Others are amazing- the Sheraton gym in New Orleans comes to mind. 

A challenge is always presented when running on a treadmill in a country that is not the US; the darn thing is in kilometers.  I am dreadful at math, so trying to figure out how many kilometers equals a mile is awful.  But, trying to calculate how many kilometers per hour equals how many minutes per mile is a whole other disaster, and one that I cannot figure out still after all these travel seasons.

However, the kilometers per hour dilemma gave me a break from focusing on the numbers.  Being pregnant, running on the treadmill means a constant reminder of how much slower I am pace-wise and how I am only hitting 3.5 miles when I typically have completed four.  Without even consciously choosing to think these things, I do it as the NUMBERS are directly in front of me.  Today, when I was running on the treadmill at the hotel gym, I received a much needed break from this mind game as I could not calculate the numbers.  Yes, I was faced with it at the 5K mark and the 10K mark, but it only happened twice.  Other times I could not figure it out and was forced to ignore it.

Numbers are a great training tool.  We know how many miles we should run on a long run during training season.  We use splits to help us determine a predicted race time.  Numbers assist us with goal setting. 

I am an athlete in a bit of a rest period right now.  And, not being able to see the numbers gave me two gifts today.  First, I was able to give myself a break mentally.  Second, my run was just for pure exercise and enjoyment.  I ran because I could.   I ran because I liked it.  (And, my whole issue with the stretching ligaments in the pelvic area was not as bad because I was not pushing as fast…. talk about learning to listen to your body!)

How many times have I let myself become wrapped up in the numbers game with running?  How can I use the next three months as a time to focus on running by feel rather than running by the numbers?  So many things to consider…..

On a less serious note, pictures from after the workout today…. the belly is getting huge….

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And, a lovely sweaty shot of me after the run…..

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I promise I do clean myself up at times…. Here is a picture from our friend’s wedding this weekend. 

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