Tuesday Blues

The past 24 hours has been quite a series of unfortunate events starting with the crapping out of my hair dryer.


My grand mother gave me this thing when I was in like 7th grade so it has been a miracle to last this long but I was so bummed.  Plus (and I am not one to complain about my hair because I honestly believe it is god’s gift to be) but once I decide what I am doing with my hair I have to commit.  So after getting out of the shower for a bit I let it dry some and brushed it out.  Once it is brushed out, letting it dry in it’s natural curl is a hot mess so today I got to have hot mess hair!

Then after leaving with plenty of time to get to work I got half way there and realized I forget my id.  So I had to turn around to get that making me rushed as always to get there on time.


Mid morning, while cleaning up some equipment I managed to get a pretty good amount of bleach on my favorite dress pants not realizing the clorox wipes we use are ones that will ruin your clothes…awesome.


Once I got home I started to study for a while and decided I would finally make my much needed grocery store trip after run group tonight to find I had forgotten to get my wallet out of my CI’s locker so not only did I have none of my stuff but I wouldn’t be able to get groceries for another day.


I tried to hard all day too to not let the little things get me down, be grateful for life, blah, blah, blah but after enough little things add up it just starts to make you a little downright angry.

So I ran.  Solution to all problems right.  I went to the group, met a new girl that lives less than two blocks from me and had a great time (well until they all went for a drink and I couldn’t because I was penniless and ID-less).  But for that hour of running I didn’t think much about the tribulations of the day, just about getting to know the girl next to me and running my little heart out!

Fingers crossed for a slightly more fortunate day tomorrow!

Push It To the Limit

Last night was my first run with Philly Runners Run Club.  It was quite chilly but I made the mile and a half trek to get to the art museum and met up with about 7 people from the group.  The run for the night was 8×400 intervals so we set off for a warm up jog down Kelly Drive to the starting point.

Along the way I talked to two of the runners about running Boston.  They were both training for it and they had each run it a few times before.  Just chatting with them about it for the mile or so warm up got me so excited and ready to take on these intervals…I thought.

The guy that seemed to run the group paired us up based on estimated speed so we would have someone to push against and with.  This was good and bad for me.  I have a ridiculously competitive personality in this kind of thing and of course I had to win.

The first one, we stayed together and ended up running a 1:20, faster than either of us thought we could.  Though to be honest, I have never really done 400 intervals not on a hill so I had no idea really what my time could or should be.  By number 5 I was pretty sure I was going to have to call it at number 6.  My calves were fasciculating while I was running to the point that I wasn’t sure if they would hold me up or give out while I was running.  When he lined up for 7 though, I couldn’t quit so I went out, knowing if I did 7 I was going to do 8 to get back.

There is absolutely no way I a) would have done that many reps tonight (I haven’t started officially training and speed work yet) or b) pushed myself any where near that hard if I was alone.

I have always been an advocate of running with a group for the social aspect, the safety aspect and the enjoyable miles that just fly by but I hadn’t ever participated in one that helped me really push myself to the limit.  As much as I am dreading this workout next week, I know that it will be so helpful once I finally do start training in a few weeks.

Tomorrow calls for 13 miles and I am meeting the same group to get them in.  It is supposed to be raining but much warmer (~60) so I will gladly accept that trade off.

Have a great long run tomorrow or Sunday, and go find a group to help push you to your limit!