I went to ladies night at Charm City Run tonight and spent a small fortune.
I wanted to know why my foot falls asleep toward the end of my run. Turns out my shoes are too small. That surprised me because I was already wearing a half size bigger than normal. She suggested I get wide shoes, because my current shoes were too tight around the toebox.
Now I can't wait to take my new shoes out for a test run. I would have gone out for a bit when I got home tonight, but there was quite a storm brewing outside. So I have to wait until tomorrow.
While I was waiting to pay for my goodies, I drooled over the 13.1 and 26.2 stickers. I almost bought a 13.1 but decided to wait. I need to finish 3.1 first!!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Me? A runner?
I've always been fascinated by those who run.
Back in high school, during field hockey practice, I hated running laps around the field, the suicide drills to increase speed, the cool down jog at the end of practice. I still remember one practice, my senior year, somehow I made it ahead of the pack. In front of all the girls who were faster than me. And I finished the warm up laps first. I was exhilarated. After the season ended, so did my running, for a time.
In college, I decided to go out for the track team. I considered myself to be fairly fast and thought I'd make a good sprinter. I wound up on crutches my first semester due to patellar-femoral syndrome, and after the first week of practice in the spring, it flared up. I decided that maybe track wasn't my thing. In the remaining years, I watched all the lacrosse players taking long runs before the season, the track teammates looking long and lean. Finally, senior year arrived. I had a burst of motivation one beautiful September day and went to the gym. On my way, I ran into Coach Medina. I felt a wave of embarassment flood over me as he walked over.
"Hello, Stacy!" He said, in his unmistakeable and endearing Dominican accent. "Come run with us again!"
I don't know what made me do it, but I did. I ran the 55M and the 200M indoor track and the 100M and 200M in outdoor track. Very slowly. But for the first time in my life, I felt like a runner.
And then I graduated.
And put on 15 pounds.
I made feeble attempts here and there to start running again. But I started too quickly...got too discouraged. And quickly quit.
So, here I am, 10 years, two kids, and 30 lbs later. So, am I a runner? Time will tell, but I sure hope so.
What have I done so far? I joined a training program to get ready for the Baltimore Women's Classic on June 22. I've been loosely following that program for a month. When I started, I was gasping for air after 2 minutes. Now I can run a mile without stopping. It is a very slow mile (average pace is approxmately 13 minutes per mile) but running a mile is running a mile whether you are fast or slow.
Back in high school, during field hockey practice, I hated running laps around the field, the suicide drills to increase speed, the cool down jog at the end of practice. I still remember one practice, my senior year, somehow I made it ahead of the pack. In front of all the girls who were faster than me. And I finished the warm up laps first. I was exhilarated. After the season ended, so did my running, for a time.
In college, I decided to go out for the track team. I considered myself to be fairly fast and thought I'd make a good sprinter. I wound up on crutches my first semester due to patellar-femoral syndrome, and after the first week of practice in the spring, it flared up. I decided that maybe track wasn't my thing. In the remaining years, I watched all the lacrosse players taking long runs before the season, the track teammates looking long and lean. Finally, senior year arrived. I had a burst of motivation one beautiful September day and went to the gym. On my way, I ran into Coach Medina. I felt a wave of embarassment flood over me as he walked over.
"Hello, Stacy!" He said, in his unmistakeable and endearing Dominican accent. "Come run with us again!"
I don't know what made me do it, but I did. I ran the 55M and the 200M indoor track and the 100M and 200M in outdoor track. Very slowly. But for the first time in my life, I felt like a runner.
And then I graduated.
And put on 15 pounds.
I made feeble attempts here and there to start running again. But I started too quickly...got too discouraged. And quickly quit.
So, here I am, 10 years, two kids, and 30 lbs later. So, am I a runner? Time will tell, but I sure hope so.
What have I done so far? I joined a training program to get ready for the Baltimore Women's Classic on June 22. I've been loosely following that program for a month. When I started, I was gasping for air after 2 minutes. Now I can run a mile without stopping. It is a very slow mile (average pace is approxmately 13 minutes per mile) but running a mile is running a mile whether you are fast or slow.
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