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Running Envy

I miss lacing these guys up for fun reasons.

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You know that feeling of excitement and anticipation and a little bit of dread (I even miss that part)  before a run? Because you know it’s going to take you at least a mile to get into it but that once you’re in the middle of mile two you’re going to feel amazing and by mile three, you’re going to feel like a superhero.

Or, at least, that’s how I feel when I run.

Well, ran.

I love that feeling — the sense of a strong body and power and the feeling that I can do anything if I can run six miles and still feel like I could keep going at the end of it.

Of course, it’s now been over a year since I’ve run six miles, and it’s been almost a year since I ran at all. December 11, to be exact.

(Which, yes, DOES mean my birthday is coming up, thankyouverymuch for noticing…)

Anyway, it’s been almost a year, so I’ve obviously had running envy for a while now. I’ve mentioned it. However, I’ve noticed my jealousy even more than usual lately. I think it’s the whole “mobilly-challenged” thing.

(Side note: mobilly challenged? Is that right? I just asked the entire office at work how to spell that and nobody knew. I swear I’m smart. Sometimes.)

Anyway. Running Envy. It doesn’t take much.

Honestly, all I need to do is look down at a sidewalk and I get a little sad.

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However, I’ve done this before — I get a little too wrapped up in what I can’t  do that I end up not even doing the things I can do.

Stupid.

I’m so predictable, too. Because, for the past few weeks, I’ve been sort of slacking off on my PT exercises (predictable) and haven’t picked up my weights once (also predictable).

There’s nothing wrong with my arms, friends. Nothing.

Anyway, I decided to get my act together today and change that. So, this morning, I woke up at 6:30, went to the gym, did my 15 minutes on the bike, came home, did my leg PT exercises once (I’m supposed to do them four times a day), lifted weights for 30 minutes (woohoo!), and then did my leg PT exercises again.

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It’s ridiculous how much better I already feel. And it’s not like this is a new lesson, or anything. This is a lesson I’ve learned before.

Anyway, I think I’ll easily slip back into this routine, so I’m not worried about this whole feeling-sorry-for-myself-and-not-doing-anything-to-help-myself thing continuing. I think the trick is waking up early to do these things, just as I used to do for my workouts. I have to think of this as my new workout because otherwise I get lazy about it.  I never (well, very rarely) get lazy about working out, so it’s just going to be a matter of a little mind trick.

That makes sense, right?

I do, however, want to mix up my arms & abs  routine a bit, since I’ll clearly be focusing on them. So — What are your favorite arms & abs exercises?

 

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Guest Post: Catherine from Jig and Jog

Hey guys! Remember how I asked for guest posts a while back about dealing with injuries/ weight loss/ anything else inspiring and along those lines? Well, here’s my first one! Catherine is a fellow LA blogger and a fellow injury-ridden athlete, so she’s a pretty perfect guest poster for KWH. Enjoy!

Hello!  My name is Catherine, and my blog is Jig and Jog.  I write about my life in Los Angeles, attempting to eat and make healthy choices, and the process of training for a marathon and the path to become an Irish dance teacher.  I wanted to write this guest post for Kaitlin because I’ve gone through injuries in the past and her story has really resonated with me.

Athletes of all kinds train and compete through pain and injuries. It’s a mark of strength, it measures your bad assness, right?  Dancers especially are notorious for not taking care of their bodies properly, and for ignoring and dancing through injuries.  I was absolutely no exception to that rule, and it took a huge toll on me both physically and emotionally.

I have spent the past 19 years of my life involved in some degree with Irish Step Dancing.

I began dancing when I was 10 years old, and found, for the first time, something I truly enjoyed doing that I also had a strong natural ability for.  Irish dancing, is extremely hard on your body. It is a very high impact art/ sport, with dancers experiencing up to G force levels of pressure on their feet and joints. [Catherine gave me this articlefor you to check out.] So, considering this level of impact, I was lucky. I made it through most of my competition career with a couple of mild sprains and tendonitis in my ankles and knees which was diagnosed by the time I was 13.

When I first started dancing, Riverdance had not yet been anything more than Eurovision song contestant, and there was little if any warm up and stretching involved in my early dance education.  Irish dancing has evolved at an incredibly rapid speed, sadly gaining athleticism before technique, which is a recipe for injury.  In competitive Irish dancing, the highest competition you can compete at is The World Championships.  This is the Olympics for Irish dancing, and qualifying is no easy feat.  It took me ten years to reach my goal of qualifying to dance at the Worlds.  In preparation for my big competition debut, I was taking Irish dance classes four to five nights a week, doing pilates twice a week, and taking tap, jazz, ballet and pointe at the local community college. I was doing everything I could to make sure I was ready.
So, when I went to the first local competition of the year, a mere three months before I was scheduled to leave for Scotland and twisted my ankle, I figured, it was no big deal.  I dropped out of the rest of the competition, I went home, and I iced my foot.  Instead of resting any more than that weekend, I went right back to my hectic routine of six days a week dancing.  About a month later, I woke up and couldn’t put any weight on my left foot.  A trip to the podiatrist confirmed that I had in fact, torn ligaments in my foot.  The doctor looked at me and said, “No dancing for six months, and we need to get you into physical therapy right away.”  My response was “I’m leaving for Scotland in 3 weeks, so you do whatever it is you need to do to get me dancing, and then I’ll think about taking a break.”
Seriously.  When he realized there was no arguing with me, we did three rounds of cortisone shots and off to Scotland I went.  I ended up rolling my ankle again while practicing in Scotland and danced, in a huge amount of pain.  My dad walked all over Glasgow looking for Icy Hot and tape and instant ice packs, and I taped myself up and accomplished a goal ten years in the making.  I danced on the stage at the World Championships.  After the competition, I should have taken a break, I should have gone into physical therapy.  I’m sure you can guess I did none of those things.  I took maybe two weeks off, and then it was time to prepare for Nationals in July, then it was time to prepare for Regionals again in November.  I was 20, and all I could see in taking time off, was my window of opportunity closing.  Taking time off in your 20s seemed like dance suicide.  So, instead, I powered through, and never fully healed.  When I moved back to Los Angeles I decided Regionals in 2005 would be my last.  I would officially retire after I qualified for Worlds again.  Sadly, that didn’t happen, and I was in so much pain, I pulled out of the competition after the first round.  I resolved the competition my dance school hosts in March would be me last competition, and in some ways it really was.  I ended up with a huge stress fracture across the top of my foot.  All because I never let myself heal properly back in 2002.
After that injury, I had a bit of an emotional breakdown.  I didn’t have insurance at the time, so I could only afford about four physical therapy sessions, and it looked like I would never dance again.  I took a year and a half off before I was able to go back to dance in teams only.  No more solos for me, which was really difficult to come to terms with.  My entire life had become Irish dancing, I didn’t know how to be someone who WASN’T an Irish dancer.  In fact, I didn’t really know who I was without dance.  I struggled, a lot, in the years since breaking my foot. It took several years before I was able to really accept that I wasn’t JUST an Irish dancer, and that dance didn’t need to completely define my life, and that it was okay.

In the last year and a half I have started running, which until I completed my first half marathon last September, was something I never thought I’d do.

Now, I’ve finished two half marathons, and am training for my first full marathon this October, and my third half marathon in January.

It’s been a wild ride, and even though my knees still bother me, it’s a new outlet for me, which is great. It doesn’t completely fill the void that was dance, but it certainly helps, and lucky for me, I’ve been able to go back to dance.  Certainly not in the same capacity as before, but I do perform with a small company, and I am currently working toward sitting the exam to become qualified to teach Irish Step Dancing.  So, my dance plans may not have always worked out exactly as I’d hoped, but in the end, I couldn’t be happier with where I am.

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Kaitlin With Rehab

Yesterday afternoon, as I was working on a project that required me to go through a bunch of old pictures, I came across these.

I don’t know which makes me more depressed: the fact that I had just been running in two of those three pictures, or the fact that I was in such better shape because I was running.

Since then, due to a winning combination of injuries and their consequences (the subsequent abundance of time off from the gym, having to take it easier at the gym when I have been able to work out, feeling like giving up,  getting lazy with my diet because I felt like giving up, etc.), I’ve gained some weight and lost a whole lot of muscle.

I see those pictures and I just feel SAD because I miss that girl.

I don’t know if you can really see the difference or not, but I sure as hell can. This is me now:

And yes, I did purposefully choose pictures in which I was not smiling and in which I looked particularly bad.

So yes, I am pouting.

I don’t feel like myself. I feel like a noodle. I feel out of shape. I feel like I’ve lost some control. Most of all, I feel as though I’m missing one of the most important parts of how I identify myself: my athleticism.

I’ve been feeling fairly lost as to how to get it back (and, if I’m being honest, still feel pretty lost). My body is just such a mess right now, between the crazy knee issues and the Sciatica that’s resulted.

I have had so many injuries in the past year. Let’s recap, shall we? I’ll include the races, too. That’ll make it more interesting (slash… give you a sense of my absolute stubbornness and stupidity — really, one and the same here).

Injury/ Race Recap 2010-2011

March 2010: I “ran” my first race, a Mud Run 5K.

I didn’t really run a ton of it because I was getting over some injury (I honestly don’t even remember what it was, but I think it was around my foot? And I’m pretty sure it was my left foot.).

April 2010: I twisted my left ankle during a tennis lesson. I was out of commission for about three weeks.

Over the summer, I started training, pretty hardcore, for my upcoming 10K.

September 2010: I ran the Santa Monica 5000 10K. Best experience of my life.

On a runner’s high, I signed up for two more 10Ks. I kept training. I was running 4-6 miles three or four times a week at this point.

I even toyed with the idea of doing a half.  (Really, it’s almost ironic now).

October 2010: I developed Achilles Tendonitis on my left side. I started to notice that I was experiencing runner’s knee, primarily on my left side but also on my right. Soon enough, I found myself out of commission for about a month.

November 2010: On my first test run (on a treadmill for three minutes in new sneakers), something happened to my left knee. That day, it started clicking. I kept running on it.

A week later, after running the Turkey Trot (carefully, but I still ran it) the clicking turned into a lovely crunch. No real pain, though. Just a weird sensation.

December 2010: I kept being careful about my knee and didn’t run on it much. I was “saving myself” for the Christmas Run on my birthday — which, yes, I ran.

That was the last time I ran. It felt great, though, and I honestly had a hard time (at the time!) relating the knee issues to running. After all, it never hurt when I was actually running.

As you know, my knee has significantly worsened since then, despite physical therapy, cortisone shots, etc., etc., etc. We’ve since learned that the clicking can primarily be attributed to little meniscus tears. Oh, and I have Patellar Femural Syndome. And Patellar Tendonitis.

Etc., etc., etc.

It’s been really fun. No, really.

I especially liked it when I realized I couldn’t do P90X.

Oh, and…

June 2011: I now have Sciatica, too.

Okay, so…  Returning to the point.

I need to do something about my weight/ fitness/ missing athleticism. I miss the old me.

While I am well aware that it’s going to be hard because I’m facing the obstacles of metabolic issues and my inability to kick my own ass at the gym right now, I still feel the need to try. HARD.

The result: New project! REHAB. Today, I started Rehab, Day 1. I will be recounting it all here on the blog as I go along.

First order of business: cutting out ALL crap. I’ve gotten a little lax about this. No more processed foods! I don’t even believe in that junk, so I don’t know why I stared to eat it.

This means I am NOT ALLOWED to take handfuls of goldfish or animal crackers from the office kitchen.

Office friends, consider yourselves on alert.

Perhaps more importantly, I went back to the gym today. Actually, I started three days ago, and I’ve already improved. On Monday, I swam 20 very slow, careful laps in 25 minutes. I used to be so much faster, but I’m working on being smart about this stuff. On Monday, all I wanted to do was see if my body would react badly to light pool exercise.

It didn’t. In fact, I started to feel a little better.

So, today, I went back. And, with a little more faith in my body’s ability to handle it, I wen a little faster and harder.

My friends, I have hope.

Keep your fingers crossed for me, ‘kay?

Rehab, Day 1

25 laps (freestyle) in 25 minutes

Ahh, endorphins. Not like I used to get from running, but it’s a start.

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An End in Sight

Soooo, I have some news.

It’s looking like I’m going to have to get surgery on my knee.

On Tuesday morning, I had a doctor’s appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. I wasn’t really sure what to expect — I just knew that  it was my follow-up appointment, roughly a month after I got the cortisone shot. When my doctor and discussed the so-so result of the shot, however, he gave me two options: live with my knee issues, knowing my knee won’t get better (and will likely get worse), or get surgery. The surgery is our last resort, after trying months of physical therapy, months of rest, and a cortisone shot — all with minimal results.

He basically told me that while the surgery isn’t necessary in the way removing a burst appendix is necessary, it’s necessary if I want my old quality of life back.

To me, that’s necessary. Point, blank.

Anyway, I felt a sense of calm wash over me as he explained the surgery and the results it will bring. I know most people probably don’t react that way to hearing they need to get surgery, but I’m not even scared at all. I feel so much relief in knowing that there might be an end in sight to this half a year of knee issues.

I mean, is it so much to ask for the body of a person my age?

The surgery won’t fix everything (there will still be a little clicking, though there should be less), but it will smooth out a lot of the cartilage, meniscus and alignment issues I’ve been having. My doctor said that I should be able to run again about six weeks after the surgery.

We’ll see about that. I will take it very slow — I really question whether or not I’m meant to run, no matter how much I love running or how badly I want to call myself a runner.

One thing I have very firmly settled on is that if I do get back to running, I will not be running long distances. I will stick to 4-mile (max) runs, I imagine, and won’t go back to doing those six or so per day that I was running. In other words, I think I might have to stick to 5Ks as my race level, not the 10Ks I was previously focused on or the half marathon I once dreamed of.

Having not run at all since the race on my birthday, heck, I’ll take it.

But we’ll see where this all goes.

By the way, I know I haven’t really been mentioning it lately, but I have been working out a lot! I’ve just been working out around my knee. Here’s how it’s been breaking down lately:

Monday: 10 min elliptical + 45 min boot camp (which is essentially strength training + cardio drills)

Tuesday: 65 min elliptical (or off)

Wednesday: 10 min elliptical + 45 min boot camp

Thursday: 65 min elliptical (or off)

Friday: 10 min elliptical + 45 min boot camp

Saturday: 60 min elliptical + 1-2 hrs strength training with the trainer

Sunday: yoga (or off)

I’ve been doing 4-6 (usually 5) days of exercise per week and it feels fantastic.

In other news, I’ve only managed to have a real dinner one night so far this week.

On Monday night, I ended up getting home late enough from work that I just didn’t really feel like making dinner. Mark the best roommate ever, roasted my brussels sprouts for me so they’d be ready when I got home. What a gem, right? So, anyway, I had some roasted brussels sprouts for dinner. Not exactly well-rounded, but at least I got my veggies in, right?

I had a “real” dinner on Tuesday night. I had the remainder of the brussels sprouts with two eggs.

And yes, that was in terrible nighttime lighting.

The brussels sprouts were tossed with EVOO, salt & pepper and were roasted at 400 degrees for about 45 minutes. I topped them with a little Garlic Gold, parmesan & romano, too. The eggs were fried over-easy (in non-stick spray) and topped with salt, pepper and some light shredded cheese. Simple and delicious.

On Wednesday night, I went straight from work to a screening of a movie some of my friends made. I was able to tide myself over with a tiny bag of airplane peanuts that I’d stashed in my purse, but that’s all I ended up eating. When I got home around 11pm, all I wanted to do was go to sleep!

I’d show you my breakfasts (I’ve had one of those every day), but I’m not allowed to.

Have you ever had to get surgery for a sports-related issue? I’m curious to hear about your healing processes.

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She Runs LA

Remember how I used to run?

Remember how I used to run races?

Man, those were the days. I miss them.

Well, believe it or not I’m signed up for another race. You’re supposed to run it, but thankfully, they’re letting me walk it, given my knee issues.  Plus, I get to do it at my convenience in a 24-hour period and enter it digitally. It’s called She Runs LA. Here’s some info, as told to me by their PR company:

Share the Fun, Share the Passion, Share the Run! Join us for She Runs LA: Powered by Nike +.


She Runs LA: Powered by Nike +, kicks of the first ever digital, all women’s race in Los Angeles. On April 27 at 4:00 pm, women all over LA are invited to run to complete a 10K (6.2 miles) within 24 hours and sync their run on nikeplus.com using a Nike+ device (IPhone, ITouch, Nike SportsBand).  This run is like no other; women all over LA can choose their own location and invite their friends to join the run and the fun!

Afterwards, Nike is throwing a full on Hollywood red carpet bash to celebrate all participants’ 6.2 mile run in style, at the NOKIA Theater in downtown LA on April 28 at 7:00 pm.  Nike has pulled out all the stops for a night of show-stopping fun; Red carpet, live musical performances, celebrity and Nike athlete appearances and more.

A portion of the proceeds will be donated to Students Run LA, a non-profit organization, whose mission is to increase access to the sport of running for underserved youth across LA Unified School District.

Below are all the details:

–        Register for She Runs LA event at signmeup.com/sherunsla and find out more at www.sherunsla.com. Registration fees are $35 for high school and college ID holders, and $50 for the general public.

–        Run a 10K and sync on nikeplus.com between 4PM on 4/27 and 4PM on 4/28. Celebration event to follow on 4/28 at 7PM in downtown L.A.

For those of you in & near LA, are any of you planning on doing it? Let me know!

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Christmas Run

My birthday started out pretty perfectly, if you ask me! I mean, is there a better way of starting out being 25 than running a fun 5K with your friends… and PRing? I think not!

To back up for a moment… the preparation really started the night before when I carbo-loaded with some Pad Thai…

… while I was making my race day t-shirt. You’ll see that in just a minute.

The 5K didn’t start until 9:15 am in Santa Monica, so I got to sleep in until 6:30 on race morning! This is rare, since most races start earlier and/ or are farther away. I actually could have slept later, but I was wide awake at 6:30 (I know, I’m crazy).

I made myself some toast with white chocolate peanut butter, but I only ate one piece.

Truth be told, I have finally learned my lesson. I’ve gotten a stomach ache after every race (this one included), and all three times it was because I tried to eat before the race. Never again. I’m going to have to figure out how to fuel for longer races, though, because I think running 13.2 miles on an empty stomach might not be the smartest idea.

Anyway, Chris came over to the apartment and he, Mark and I hit the road!

Once we got there, we parked kind of far away (whoops) and picked up our chips and bibs.

Oh, want to see my shirt? The front:

And the best part, the back:

Cool, right? That shirt is the best idea I’ve ever had. More on that later.

Anyway, it was so wonderful to be at a race with friends. Mark, Chris and I were all really excited and I was thrilled to be sharing the experience with them.

This race was, hands down, the most completely packed race I have ever seen.

Despite being so popular, this race was, unfortunately, kind of disorganized. For instance, there was no bag drop (which is where we had planned to meet up with Amanda and Katherine, so Katherine was initially stuck with a bag that she had to find somewhere to leave. Also, Amanda was registering that day and was not warned ahead of time that she needed to pay in cash… so she had to run to an ATM a mile away (so she ran 2 miles before the race even began!) to get some cash.

Somehow, in the masses and despite all of these issues, we still managed to find both Katherine and Amanda.

Katherine was there to PR, so we bid her goodbye and let her head up to the front. Amanda and I were planning on running at least part of it together, so we stayed together and the boys stayed with us, too.

Check out the massive crowd at the start line:

Before we knew it, it was time to go! There was no preamble… suddenly, the horn went off and people started moving.

This is where having the shirt I’d made on got really cool. All throughout the race, people kept yelling “Happy Birthday!” to me. It had me smiling the entire time. People – especially runners – can be so friendly and supportive. I had a blast.

The best part? When these two (and Amanda) SANG to me!

That was amazing. Seriously, amazing. And it was right at the beginning of the race, too! What a way to start.

This was a particularly good race for me. I knew, even beforehand, that it was going to be. My body felt great. I didn’t once notice my knee or my achilles tendon.

Amanda and I had originally planned to run together, but our natural paces started to set us apart and so we agreed to go our own ways after about 3/4 mile.

Mile 1 was pretty uneventful, race-wise, though it was a lot of fun to spend most of it with Amanda and to be sung to!

Mile 2 was… interesting. Much of it was along Venice Beach, where many of stands were being set up, many homeless men were about and yelling at us, the scent of incense was strong, and the scent of weed was even stronger. Running through those smells was kind of difficult (read: gross), but it was also a little bit funny.

At the end of mile 2, a girl named Holly tapped me on the shoulder and said, “It’s my birthday, too!” That was pretty awesome. I wished her a happy birthday, told her about the blog, and took a picture with her. I look CRAZY (I was really excited), but I’m going to post it anyway because it’s so cool that we were both running the race on our birthday.

Yes, we were still running while that was taken.

Happy birthday, Holly!

Lesson learned, by the way: from now on, I will have my blog address written on my shirt! I told both the singers and Holly the address, but I can’t imagine they remembered it just from being told while running.

Anyway, when I saw the sign indicating that mile 3 was beginning, I decided to push myself and run even faster. This was a great call (since I got a great time), but I did get a little bit worn out. By the time there were only .2 miles left of the race, I tried to sprint but didn’t have enough left in me to truly do so. Still, I ran even faster, even if it made me feel a little bit sick. Crossing that finish line felt wonderful, especially when I saw that I had PRed.

As I was running to the finish line, I saw Katherine, Chris, and Mark, all of whom finished with incredible times! And, while my time wasn’t quite in the low and mid-20s like theirs all were, my time was incredible for me! I PRed with a total time of 33:55, which gives me a 10:56 average pace. This means I crushed my previous PR from the Turkey Trot (just a few weeks ago!) of 36:15, which had given me an 11:42 average pace. So, I improved my total time by over two minutes and improved my average pace by almost a minute per mile! Not bad, huh? Especially for having two injuries and not doing any training.

Right after finishing, I quickly joined Katherine to wait for Amanda. Right before Amanda showed up, this guy, carrying his dog, did.


Isn’t that adorable? Lots of people cheered for him.

Amanda came soon after, and Katherine and I finished the race with her. I loved crossing the finish line again with them!

It was also so great to reunite with the boys and to hear how amazingly fast they both ran!

My friend Vera also came to cheer us on, which was so sweet of her. I love having supportive friends! Here’s a (squinty) group picture of all of us:

That’s Katherine, me, Vera, Chris, Amanda and Mark.

We all went to brunch on the beach together (per my request), but after everyone else had ordered, I realized that my stomach was feeling kind of sensitive and I didn’t end up ordering anything.

Instead, I munched on a Clif Bar that I’d packed.

I felt a little stupid (since brunch was my idea and all), but it was definitely the right call for me. Plus, even though I didn’t order anything, it was still nice to sit and chat with friends.

I had such a perfect birthday morning. Running a race with friends is awesome and it just felt amazing to start out a new year by doing something both healthy and fun. Chris told me I’m one of the only people he knows that would think “Hey, it’s my birthday, I think I’m going to run a race!” but I think more people should – it was fantastic. I wish I could do a race on my birthday every year.

By the way, you can read Katherine’s recap here and Amanda’s recap here.

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Back in the Game

I have the most wonderful news ever: I ran this morning! Not for a race, not on a track, not on a treadmill… just a normal 3.58 mile run around my neighborhood.

I’m back in the game. And I feel fine.

It was the most wonderful feeling to lace up my sneakers and head outside to my regular starting point. Actually, no – the most wonderful feeling was finishing the run and knowing I was okay.

It was supposed to be a 4 mile run, but I felt little twinges in my knee and my achilles tendon and decided I’d rather play it safe than sorry. Plus, I’m out of my old running shape and 3.58 miles was far enough for me! It’s hard to believe I feel as spent after 3.58 miles as I did a couple of months ago after 6, but – hey – I’ll take it. I’m just glad I’m not more out of running shape than I am!

Anyway, I’m thrilled. Like, really, really, really thrilled. In case you couldn’t tell.

This morning’s run was interesting, too, because a lot has changed since I last ran around my neighborhood.

  1. The leaves have finally started changing, so it’s really beautiful right now.
  2. Christmas decorations are out! It’s funny that, in Southern California, points one and two happen pretty much simultaneously.
  3. Daylight savings time has happened, so I don’t have to wait for the sunlight anymore.
  4. It’s cold now! At least in the morning, which is when I run. I’m officially wearing layers on running mornings.
  5. Now that I’m avoiding hills, my runs will be kind of boring. I live in a very hilly area so I just kind of repeat the same streets over and over again. But I’ll take boring runs over no runs at all!
  6. I ran on the street instead of the sidewalk today (mostly), per doctor’s orders. I never realized what a difference it makes, but my knees felt 100x better on the pavement than on the sidewalk. I noticed it more since I was comparing the feelings side by side and actually paying attention to them. I could only stay on the street for so long (once it got later and more cars were out, I was better off with the safety of the sidewalk), but it was a good lesson for me and my temperamental knee.

Anyway, even though it was chilly, it still felt incredibly appropriate to come back and make a smoothie. It was kind of all I wanted.

Into the mix went:

  • 3 ice cubes
  • big handful fresh baby spinach
  • 1 heaping tbs nonfat plain greek yogurt
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened almond milk
  • 1 scoop Greens & Whey
  • 2/3 cup fresh blackberries
  • 1/2 frozen banana
  • 3 frozen peach slices

On top:

  • drizzle melted coconut butter
  • Go Lean Crunch! Honey Almond Flax

Other good news – I won Julie‘s Healthy Homemade Granola in Tina‘s Holiday Bake Sale! Woo!

25 Days of Good Deeds for Christmas, Day 7

Today (and yesterday), as I’ve said, I covered the desk of a friend and co-worker at the office so that she could take a mini-vacation to spend with her visiting family.

Tuesday Morning Workout

5 minute walking warm up

3.58 mile run in 43:28 minutes, giving me a 12:06 mile

5 minute walking cool down

lots of stretching and icing!

My pace has slowed quite a bit, but I’m sure it will improve soon. I just need to get back in running shape!

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