tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770309211934612432024-02-06T20:19:48.919-08:00Mrs. B.Webb Runs<b>the (mis)happenings of a vegan runner</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-80078149637973896442013-10-23T19:25:00.001-07:002013-10-23T19:25:10.167-07:00push through itToday's 5k training called for a tempo run, which was supposed to be 35 minutes total: 10 mile easy warmup, 15 minutes hard at 10k pace, and then 10 minute cool down. At first glance, it doesn't look so bad.<br />
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Until I started running. And then ish got really difficult. My leg muscles were feeling some serious pain through those 15 hard minutes, and so many times I wanted to quit. I'm not too sure why this was - I ran 6 miles yesterday, like I have so many times before. And I can reassure you there has been no super intense strength training. I guess it was one of those days that my body just wasn't in it.<br />
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So I ran to Starbucks and got myself an iced chocolate chai. It was <i>so </i>good, and the price was tasty too - $1 holla, courtesy of being a Safeway Club Card holder. So prestigious, I know.<br />
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So that's what I got for today! Sorry for the snoozefest - maybe tomorrow I'll share an amazing squash pasta sauce recipe with you that I made for dinner. Squash sauce. What a treat. ;)<br />
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<b>What is your ideal dinner?</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-47460147602172831112013-10-19T19:11:00.000-07:002013-10-19T19:11:30.811-07:005k = one week awayI have to say, training for <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/10/i-signed-up-for-5k.html">a 5k</a> is quite different than training for a half or full marathon. No 20 miler? No constant exhaustion? No unsocial life? It's really a pretty sweet deal.<br />
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Since I signed up for the race a mere four weeks prior to the race, I wanted to follow the first half <a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/training/50935/Advanced-5K-Training">Hal Higdon's</a> plan, which has worked out pretty perfectly. I'm feeling like I'm getting some good work in with the weekly speed work, and am glad to finally not be running the risk of over-training. You know, because this leads to <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/06/north-olympic-discovery-cough.html">injuries</a>, and generally just sucks. <br />
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I love how manageable the little 3-mile weekday runs are. I try to fit them in whenever I have to run errands or go somewhere and can get a ride back, which means I get a run <i>and </i>save on gas. Winning!<br />
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As I mentioned above, I have a serious problem with running by the seat of my pants (I don't really know if that metaphor fits but it's Saturday and this is how my brain rolls) and by how my body feels. This has led to many injuries and over-extension problems in the past, so I feel like following a training plan is just the right mechanism I need to reign myself in. I've also continued my <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/06/on-why-physical-therapy-does-body-good.html">physical therapy moves</a> that significantly reduce any knee or hip pain I feel. It's pretty amazing how connected and in-tune different body parts are. Like who knew that weak glutes can lead to knee pain? Oh, you did? Well cool, teach me something else... ;)<br />
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One things you don't need to educate me on is how to do brunch. I got it figured out.<br />
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<b>What's your favorite brunch item? Oh oh, and what is your favorite racing distance?</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-39331059703189589952013-10-17T06:16:00.000-07:002013-10-17T06:16:03.335-07:005 things to get you motivated to runWe all have our days. You know the kind of day I'm talking about - your brain is nice and foggy, there doesn't seem to be enough caffeine in the world, and the couch and Netflix marriage is the best relationship you've ever been involved in. It's these days that running is not my first priority - maybe not even my fourth. <br />
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Thanks to the Pacific Northwest beautiful Fall weather we've been having lately, I haven't had one of these sorts of days in quite awhile. But, I am prepared for when the un-motivation strikes with this little bag of tricks, which is essentially me yelling motivating things at myself - you can come up with your own script to target your own weaknesses:<br />
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<b>1. Imagine how good you'll feel when the run is over.</b><br />
No, <i>really </i>imagine. You're covered in sweat and salt, your heart is racing, your legs need to be intensely stretched. Remember what a freaking fantastic feeling that is? Go make it happen. The couch and "Orange is the New Black" will be there for you upon your return. When was the last time you regretted working out? Yeah, that's what I thought. <br />
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<b>2. Who cares about the weather?</b><br />
Sorry to break it to you, but the weather is always going to be around. And whether (confusing) or like it or not, pouring rain (all the time), scalding hot summers, and face-numbing winters aren't going anywhere. If you can't beat it, join it. Do what it is in your power to face the outdoors - put on a hat, load up the sunscreen, start your run at a different time, or wear 3 layers of fleece that are easy to take off as you sweat them off. Think about Scott <a href="http://www.chrismcdougall.com/book.html">Jurek ran for days across the desert with the Tarahumara</a>. If he can do that, you can run around town in a little rainfall. When was the last time you regretted working out? Yeah, that's what I thought.<br />
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<b>3. Load up your iPod with new music.</b><br />
Specifically, tunes with some dope beats. There's nothing like running and listening to your favorite song at the same time, again and again. There have been so many runs when all I listen to is one song on repeat, because that is my magic motivation for that run. That's partially how I got into running in the first place - I wanted to listen to my music, but was sick and tired of sitting around doing so while rocking in a rocking chair (true story-I'm a rocker). If you need some suggestions, <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/01/bringing-beatz.html">you're welcome</a>. <br />
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<b>4. Remember why you're running.</b><br />
That PR won't get any more realistic if you continue warming the computer chair. Reaching your goals isn't always easy, but if you put in the work and continue to jump barriers amazing things will happen. Like a PR. When was the last time you regretted working out? Yeah, that's what I thought. <br />
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<b>5. Wear your favorite running clothes.</b><br />
When I'm running in my <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-running-favorites.html">favorite yellow sweatshirt</a>, I feel pretty invincable. It's the equivalent of when I take a little extra time to dress up for work in the morning, and maybe even put on some blush. There's automatically this trigger that boosts my confidence level and makes me want to strut everywhere, until I'm brought back to reality after falling on my ass or spilling food on myself. Do whatever it takes to make yourself feel good, and it will make the run that much easier to start. <br />
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<b>6. Think about your post-run meal.</b><br />
Food is powerful, and makes me do crazy things like run 6 miles in the rain when I'm really not feeling it. Oooh, fajitas are in sight? Who cares, it's just Azteca (wait for it)....ok, just 6 miles. Or maybe you just bought some new protein powder that you want to try out. Or maybe there's a sweet bowl of Halloween candy that the neighborhood kids <i>surely </i>don't need <i>that </i>bad...<br />
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And after all that, if you still don't want to run or don't feel up to it...then don't. Succomb to the couch's sweet embrace and treat yo'self. It will make you even more motivated to get back out there tomorrow.<br />
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<b>What suggestions do you have?</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-87738089949802058582013-10-16T07:29:00.002-07:002013-10-16T07:29:30.053-07:00eat out in Pullman, WA: Paradise Creek BreweryLast weekend my entire family (minus my husband, who decided to go to the Husky game over stepping a foot in Cougar territory) ventured the 6 hours to the other side of Washington. While the rumors are true and there really isn't a whole lot to set eyes on, there is the city of Pullman, home of WSU, home of <a href="http://www.pnwcheese.com/2009/04/wsu-cougar-gold.html">Cougar Gold cheese</a>.<br />
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We went to visit my little brother who moved over this summer to attend school. How he grew into an adult and is living by himself is beyond me - I think trickery is involved, but I'll roll with it for now.<br />
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I had never been to the campus before, but <i>whoa</i>. It's beautiful. Granted, there is the Fall factor that lends a hand in making things beautiful, but I think WSU's grounds were pretty even before all the red and orange shades came into play.<br />
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While my Dad and brother watched the football game, us laaaaaaadies went to see a movie (Gravity, which fulfilled all my expectations and was awesome) and then grabbed some food at <a href="http://paradisecreekbrewery.com/">Paradise Creek Brewery</a>. Now, I love breweries. Not only do they typically have great beer, the food is always great and the atmosphere is fun. When traveling to a new town, I always looks up their local brewery. And if there isn't one, I do not go to the town. End of story, do not collect $200.<br />
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Paradise Creek did not disappoint. The three of us all ordered different things, and they were all delicious. I got the "southern thang" burger and doctored it up with the lentil patty (amazing), sans bacon. It was really the best decision of my life. Here's its selfie (lighting wasn't on my side):<br />
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But yeah, that deep-fried pickle sealed the deal. I could eat this every day and be completely content. Even the salad was phenomenal, and it was a <i>side salad</i>. My mom got the grilled cheese and my sister chose the lentil burger with the mac and cheese as a side. There are no words to describe that Cougar Gold cheese they use. Wait, yeah there are - creamydecadentgooeyomg.<br />
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Oh, and the beer wasn't too shab either. ;) <a href="http://beer.findthebest.com/l/18417/Oh-Beehave">Oh Behave</a> was my favorite, which unfortunately I could only handle a sip of thanks to the monstrosity that was burger.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-32177503109192793412013-10-10T07:43:00.000-07:002013-10-10T07:43:37.521-07:00i signed up for a 5kYUP! And when was the last time I raced a 5k? Ohh, <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/07/ragnar-northwest-passage-race-recap.html">July</a>, in the hot hot heat of Northern Washington. Thankfully, this time around should be a lot cooler, given that it's at the end of this month and will most likely only be about 40 degrees. It's a Halloween Run, and it actually starts at my Elementary School, which is pretty neat.<br />
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I signed up for this race 2 weeks ago, and immediately started following<a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/training/50934/Intermediate-5K-Training"> this plan</a> by Sir Higdon (who <i>else </i>would I trust?). I almost taked myself out of not following a plan and just running when I want according to how I feel and I realized that's probably not the smartest way to dive into it. My mileage would be all over the place, I most likely wouldn't get many speed workouts in, and I would probably get injured.<br />
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The weather has been gloriously sunny this past week, which only adds to my Fall excitement. This is my absolute favorite time of year, and nothing beats running in the chilly air under the orange-hued leaves. The outdoor temperature really seems to balance out my blazing physical temperature and makes me not sweat 10 gallons after 2 miles. <br />
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My goal for this 5k is finish in under 20 minutes. In July, I ran it in 19 minutes (I forgot to stop my watch so that's a rough estimate - it was give or take a few seconds) so I feel this is a realistic goal given that I haven't trained as much as I had before <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/07/ragnar-northwest-passage-race-recap_31.html">Ragnar</a>. <br />
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<b>When's your next race? OH! And I need ideas on how to dress up.</b> Obviously it needs to be running-approps, but I want to get in the Halloween spirit a little. I'm terrible at this sort of thing. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-17232789476131989162013-10-08T14:01:00.002-07:002013-10-08T14:01:38.228-07:00i completed a 3-day smoothie cleanse and this is my review of the whoooole ordeal. I realize that smoothie cleanses are the weird step-sister to juice cleanses, but smoothies are way more up my alley. They're more hefty, they don't strain out all the magic-for-you fiber, and you get all sorts of food groups in a day so that I never felt like I wasn't getting any essential nutrients (just essential <i>food</i>. More on that below). <br />
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<b>Some facts:</b> I used <a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/dr-ozs-3-day-detox-cleanse-one-sheet">Dr. Ox's detox plan</a>, because you know, he's the guru. It jived with me because there are actual food products in the dang things, and there were enough calories to keep me going throughout the day. I also completed this with 2 other friends, which was awesome because we got to complain to eachother about how hangry we were. Misery loves company, right?<br />
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I went to 2 different grocery stores to get the best deal on this truckload of produce, and my grand total per day was about $18.05. PRICEY. But put a price tag on clean innards and I guess that's what you get? <br />
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On day 1 I felt ready to tackle these smooths to the ground. I went grocery shopping the day before and got all my goodies, which invigorated me in it's own way. I love starting something new, and I <i>really </i>love challenging myself. Plus, this new, short-term diet of mine called for a bath - now there's something the Atkins diet was missing. Oh yeah, and carbs. <br />
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I can honestly say that every smoothie was good. They all had their own unique flavor, which was nice. I expected the green one to be really awful, but it wasn't thanks to the coconut oil and pineapple. My friend was even ballsy enough to say it tasted like a vegetable pina colada.<br />
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However, my ambition was short-lived once bedtime rolled around the first night. I was huuungry. And that's when I really started to hate this thing. Sure, I had a headache for a bit and would give my left eyeball for a cup of joe, but I expected that. I guess I had heard from so many people that juice cleanses don't really make you hungry, and I think that's BS because it just felt like I was letting my stomach talk for 2 days straight.<br />
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I went to bed on the second night telling my husband that I had to put everything in perspective and that I'm only experiencing something most of the world experiences on a regular basis. Which not only didn't help the situation at all, but made me feel really terrible for our planet. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, and you know what else makes me hungry? Green tea, which I was
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Now that I've told you how awful it made me feel, I probably don't have to say that I won't be partaking in such a thing again. I la-la-LOVE smoothies and still have one most days, but 3 days in a row without solid food just doesn't do it for me. I would be curious to try it again with maybe 5 or 6 drinks a day to see if that would be doable, since I know juice cleanses typically offer 6 juices a day.<br />
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That all being said, I was surprised with the fact that I still had energy and could keep my job for those 3 days. My brain was a little flighty since it kept reverting back to my stomach (ohh, the hunger!) but work was doable. <br />
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So that's that! <b>Have you ever or would you ever complete a juice or smoothie cleanse?</b><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-67024237243207401922013-09-23T21:15:00.000-07:002013-09-23T21:15:10.687-07:00music at McMenamins EdgefieldThis past weekend my boy and I took a little day/night trip 3 hours south to Portland, Oregon to accomplish 3 big goals:<br />
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1. Eat at <a href="http://nicholasrestaurant.com/">Nicholas Restaurant</a><br />
2. Hang out in the beautiful ground of <a href="http://www.mcmenamins.com/54-edgefield-home">McMenamins Edgefield</a><br />
3. Watch <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/id626872826">The National</a> send their audience into a giant awestruck stare<br />
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And guess what? ALL THE THINGS HAPPENED!<br />
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I've waxed poetic about Nicholas Restaurant <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/05/weekend-happenings-52713.html">before</a>, and I will do it again, hopefully at least another 82 times. It really is the best food I've had in a long time, including Turkey where much of this is the same cuisine. We get their vegetarian grape leaves and their Arabian Vegan Meze every time and I swear it only gets better. Throw in the complimentary pita bread (which they know have a gluten-free version of!) and it's un-for-get-table.<br />
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After stuffing ourselves to high heavens, we ventured off to McMenamins at the Edgefield, which is one of the neatest places in the Pacific Northwest. It's a brewery, winery, distillery, golf course, garden, hotel, restaurant, and concert venue all rolled into a gorgeous estate. It was raining off and on, but it didn't matter since there was delicious wine involved.<br />
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This was our second time watching The National, and they never forget their passion and love of performing at home. Home boys brought it, and it's definitely up there as one of my favorite concert experiences ev-er. It stayed dry the entire time up until the very end when it poured during the encore. It was very emotional.<br />
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<b>What's your favorite band to see live? And have you ever been to a McMenamins?</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-35283596698401106592013-09-22T18:20:00.002-07:002013-09-22T18:25:41.674-07:00fitting it inThis weekend was a leeeeetle bit of a whirlwind. I stayed up the latest I have in a long time (1am. IN THE MORNING) on Friday night which knocked me on my face so good that my 6 hours of sleep felt like 6 minutes.<br />
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If I did the math correctly up there, that means that yes, I got up at 7am Saturday morning, and not because I'm one of those people that can function fabulously on minimal hours of sleep. It was to fit in a run that I knew was important to me to squeeze in before we drove the 3 hours to Portland, OR that day. While I desperately would have loved to sleep in to get those beauty points, getting out and being active won out and I'm really glad it did. I mean, who needs beauty rest when the creasy pillow-face and sour stank morning breath come naturally? These things shan't be wasted on a gorgeous Saturday morning in bed.<br />
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Anyway, here's what a girl does when she was up until the wee hours of the morning and needs to get in some mother loving cardio in the later hours of the morning:<br />
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1. She lays out her clothes, asthma inhaler and shoes out the previous night.<br />
2. Upon waking, she wipes the drool off her chin, swabs a cotton ball over her mascara-covered eyes to rid them of eye boogers/leftover makeup, and brushes her teeth like a semi-decent adult.<br />
3. Finally, she stumbles out into the dawn after tripping on the concrete stairs. This girl is definitely not one of the graceful ones.<br />
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5 sweet miles later (I know the map says 4.5-dang watch wouldn't connect and I gave in to impatience), I felt no regret and was super happy I didn't listen to my inner sleepy-queen telling me to stay in bed. I was also completely tuckered me out for the drive, but good thing there's a little God-send called COOOFFFEEE. And good thing it was this little thing called FREEEE at the event we were going to.<br />
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Speaking of, I'll have more details on our little PDX getaway tomorrow - in involves music, vino and food so you should probably be here for it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-12755624184757744742013-09-19T07:12:00.002-07:002013-09-19T07:12:56.391-07:00how to survive a treadmill speed workoutI had my first track workout in roughly 5.6 months this week, and you know what? It didn't suck, which was unexpected. Speed workouts not only exist to make you extremely uncomfortable, but also to build your endurance and to help you run faster. You use muscle tissue that is typically inactive when you go on slower runs, which ignites it to become one with your body to enable you to become more efficient. (cited from <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/race-training/beyond-oval">this Runner's World article</a>.)<br />
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As I was panting along on the treadmill, I started pinpointing exactly what was making it so do-able for me that day. There have definitely been speedwork days that didn't "flow" as nicely, so there were items to compare and change up the next time I hit the treadmill for some <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/race-training/yasso-800s?page=single">Yassos</a>. Keep in mind that these tricks for <i>me</i>, so try a few of them out and figure what works for you. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sweaty girl that has been banned to the basement treadmill to run.</td></tr>
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<b>1. Eat a small, balanced meal 2 hours before you start your sprints.</b><br />
This gives your stomach some time to digest whatever you ate so that it's not having the party of 1999 while your struggling to get those laps in. This also gives your food time to be utilized for your run to provide energy, which is something you'll be begging for. I have learned that the standard peanut-butter and jelly sandwich or a granola bar & banana combo typically do the trick.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These babies are off <a href="http://joythebaker.com/">Joy the Baker</a>'s cookbook, that I love and cherish.</td></tr>
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<b>2. Drink water! All day!</b><br />
Yeah, I know you've never heard that one, but really it makes such a positive difference in your run. See that shiny face up there? That's all water loss from reserves that needs to be replenished. Water helps your muscles charge up for the workout that lies ahead, so make sure you're sipping constantly all day. I know the bathroom trips are less than ideal (unless you've bought stock in Pampers), but it's worth it. Just make sure there is a restroom nearby or else you'll be wearing out your legs before you even begin your workout!<br />
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I've discussed before my love/hate relationship with water, so if you are looking for H20 alternatives check out <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/nutrition-for-runners/natural-solution?page=single">this article</a>.My favorite non-water beverage of choice is<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004SRFYMK/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=7542856688&ref=pd_sl_9edu8trm3t_e"> this chocolate coconut water</a> by Zico - I get mine at Trader Joe's. <br />
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<b> 3. Get some good tunes going</b><br />
I can't stress enough how much music enables me to run. When I first started running, that was essentially what got me out on the road - I had some new music I wanted to listen to, but felt like I had to get moving in order to do that. My recent favorites are Wake Me Up by Avicii, Neo Violence by The Tough Alliance, and Not The Same by Tanlines.<br />
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<b>4. Wear comfortable clothing </b><br />
I sweat<i> a lot</i>. I run on the treadmill at my parent's house in the cool basement and I still glisten my fave off after only 5 minutes. I've learned that in order to stay as comfortable as possible I can only wear my sports bra and light, breezy shorts. My hair is tied up and I typically pin my bangs back (I lost all my bobby pins this week), because hair can get hot. It might take some trial and error to get the feel for what wears are most conducive for a good run in your treadmill environment, so start out by wearing a t-shirt and shorts and working your way from there. <br />
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I have a busy brain regardless if I'm running like a hamster, but I've found that treadmill workouts are the best times for me to plan and come up with ideas.By keeping my mind actively occupied, the sprints fly by a lot quicker than if I'm constantly staring at the screen willing the machine to magically break. I once planned a friend's baby shower in my head, and routinely think of fun weekend plans this way. Then when the workout's over, you can go back to watching Breaking Bad and take a nice mental break. Hallelujah.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-29880134315927683572013-09-15T17:18:00.001-07:002013-09-15T17:32:22.973-07:00fill up: green wrapsEvery Thursday I have a standing date with myself to get to our local Farmer's Market. It has really grown the past few years, and now houses many fruit and vegetable stands, along with those selling baked (some gluten-free!) goods, homemade aprons, fudge and a bunch of other neat items that are awesome. Oh, like honeycomb. I definitely got that as a surprise for my man, since he went ballistic when we had it for the first time in Turkey this summer.<br>
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Last Thursday I ended up buying a nice 50-pound bouquet of collard greens. It was pretty large...like, it couldn't even fit inside the poor bag the farmer was struggling to wrestle it into. The greens came out of the fight great - the bag, not so much.<br>
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When I was in line buying produce like a crazy person, a lady asked me what I planned on making with my greens bouquet that was the size of a petite toddler. I said something about sauteeing and baking, when my friend mentioned wraps. Then all the other things flew to the back of my brain, because wraps? YEAH. I had used greens before as taco shells, why not stuff 'em full of sandwich fixings as well?<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1YSzq35YXbYn4n-nI_R_3zN_L08-Mb74Uy86rEdueg4c5Mx_HbtuPhRBHNlq1fKnQGK4gh0PsbsmS1nLPI_ifh5y702GWlFsDRqGY-yZ0DRe870nu19czID5XDn_6DYBa9vd_DGa3uw/s640/blogger-image-1545044722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1YSzq35YXbYn4n-nI_R_3zN_L08-Mb74Uy86rEdueg4c5Mx_HbtuPhRBHNlq1fKnQGK4gh0PsbsmS1nLPI_ifh5y702GWlFsDRqGY-yZ0DRe870nu19czID5XDn_6DYBa9vd_DGa3uw/s640/blogger-image-1545044722.jpg"></a></div><br>
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These were fast and easy to prepare, and would be even more so if you steam the leaves in advance. If you're eating raw, however, I can see why you will opt out of the steaming action. In fact, when I used them as taco shells I didn't even bother cooking them first, and they were good as long as you don't mind a little extra crunch. <br>
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For the filling, I used some vegan cheese, which did its melty thing with the hot leaves and OHMAGAWSH, it was so good with some homemade pesto, tomatoes, and onions.</div><div><br></div><div>I will be making these again soon, most likely in about 4 hours. I have <i>a lot</i> of greens to use. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MYJUtigSPUUNw7mj74sVfKwOrEYk16HFJxcslPD62rj8h6W1w2xLVw37qpIXBQXctrKe9jlvzJfyqG3VSJSHRERdZVWG8Ea4eBroE3Jkx3OI0rDJGLFTC65h2OBBg3DpdanHXgqwziA/s640/blogger-image--2045659621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MYJUtigSPUUNw7mj74sVfKwOrEYk16HFJxcslPD62rj8h6W1w2xLVw37qpIXBQXctrKe9jlvzJfyqG3VSJSHRERdZVWG8Ea4eBroE3Jkx3OI0rDJGLFTC65h2OBBg3DpdanHXgqwziA/s640/blogger-image--2045659621.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Good thing greens are always in style. </div><div>
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Work has also been super busy, along with some random life things that need to get taken care of, which have all played into a very not consistent running schedule. I've been able to sneak some in when I can, even if it's just running a couple miles to meet a friend. Or to a friend's BBQ where I promptly stuff my face with a veggie dog.<br />
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One thing I <i>have </i>done differently is attend a couple of these <a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/cardio/focus-t25-workout.do">T25 workout groups </a>with my sister. Her co-worker does it, and I was feeling adventurous and went along. Honestly, I didn't expect much of a workout, but heeeeey jello muscles. The workouts only last 25 minutes, but every second I was sweating and breathing so hard I was afraid a lung would pop. You can pick a different kind of workout every day, which is nice for a little variety. <br />
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I've also been able to run a DOG, which is only a dream come true for me. There's something about having a little furry friend with me that is incredibly motivating for me to get running. Even if he does like to greet every single person for a solid 2 minutes while I have to pause my watch and tap my foot and act like I love to stop every 5 minutes. <br />
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GREEK LIFE FOR LYFE: stuffed peppers, Greek salad, pita brea, tzitzki, hummus, and toasted sweet potatoes. AKA, what I want to eat every day for the rest of my life. Let me know if you want any of those recipes. (Really, all you need to know is do <i>not </i>put lettuce in your Greek salad. No, no, no.)<br />
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Did you know that feta, similar to Champagne, can only be called authentic "feta" in Greece? While we were in France, we saw a lot of feta-like cheese, but it sure wasn't called that. <br />
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Enough of this nonsense talk - au voir and I bid you a happy hump day!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-1928123257372428232013-09-01T21:25:00.000-07:002013-09-01T21:25:07.432-07:00get into the grooveAfter being away from home for three weeks without adhering to any sort of schedule, I was a little invigorated to return home and get back into a steady routine. Traveling is exhausting, in the very best way. The mind is constantly working, soaking up new sights and information, and the legs are always on the go, covering mileage I never thought I would cover when I wasn't running.<br />
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Seriously though, there was so much walking. I now think that falling into bed at night with aching, twitching leg muscles and barking dogs for feet is one of that most fulfilling feelings ever. <i>I walked across Athens, and then walked the complete other way across Athens, and then came back and BAM, log those 16 miles in the book.</i><br />
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<i> </i>So yeah, now we're back, and aside from napping (er'ry day), doing laundry (2 tons of it), and scrambling around trying to restock our fridge, I've gotten a few runs in. It hasn't been too deathly hot around here, so I've been able to venture out after work.<br />
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I had so much energy my first day back at work, which was really unexpected given that I had only slept 9 hours after being awake for 30. (It must have been the outcome of eating all those calories I consumed while riding in planes the entire 2 days before.) That energy stuck with me on my first 6 mile run that evening, which was ab-so-lute-ly blissful - I didn't want it to end! It was one of those runs where everything feels fresh, from the air to my legs to my tunes. I had to tell myself to slow down a few times so that my thighs could be guaranteed to still work the next day.<br />
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It feels strange not training for anything at the moment, and simply running for the love of it. To have such a simple outlook on when and how long and why to run is pretty refreshing at this point, when I'm back at home and trying to get a routine going. I might just bask at this point for a little while longer and see what happens!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-35746784331305467892013-08-11T11:38:00.001-07:002013-08-11T11:38:29.986-07:00France-y Pants<div>My feet are tired. My eyes are dry, from wearing my contacts for hours and hours and hours. My brain is both tired and wired, from not sleeping and trying to sort through all these new experiences and sights. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixUUom0FjFF0FPZNMTHMObh0d5N1CXAzvVc7MPHUL3wHHgTsxXEjqDR5DzWVpWDO_H4kJlrmafY6nZ5inycH1S8EJgaDGV03TgQxTUaV_w4ldRMknLWiah2c38QKEutnjwHokqRXvfNc/s640/blogger-image--1933661566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixUUom0FjFF0FPZNMTHMObh0d5N1CXAzvVc7MPHUL3wHHgTsxXEjqDR5DzWVpWDO_H4kJlrmafY6nZ5inycH1S8EJgaDGV03TgQxTUaV_w4ldRMknLWiah2c38QKEutnjwHokqRXvfNc/s640/blogger-image--1933661566.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But, my heart is happy. My camera is chock full of pictures, from trying to capture every last thing I pay eyes on that I just can't forget. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mbRWWjHhJgf2-9LhWI0J00oAw5N9liKziUTzXp2JAd9b9ZA91Z7BTFEWI78HjFqZbt2m3VBLK6PuH_dgcacpLJNYRSfpfNhNdAwu1IhZq5KaJMZvhgneGIDCOOCEwMJ75808aNGey1c/s640/blogger-image-171980576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mbRWWjHhJgf2-9LhWI0J00oAw5N9liKziUTzXp2JAd9b9ZA91Z7BTFEWI78HjFqZbt2m3VBLK6PuH_dgcacpLJNYRSfpfNhNdAwu1IhZq5KaJMZvhgneGIDCOOCEwMJ75808aNGey1c/s640/blogger-image-171980576.jpg"></a></div><br></div>These past 5 days have been a busy, fulfilling blur. We have been walking all around France, or so it seems. We've walked at least 45 miles alone since Wednesday, and it doesn't seem that we will slow down anytime soon. There's too much to see and feel. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FJXbGMXbyl2BiwRw-vLXvThi8I5jtQaAVNRhvRwzOaSQERbHfY_i-vFtFWL6nlISsTn9JfV1owZNqFNEztXq9myczYwxpZL8HXFsxkg19cp75FBbibjRu57GGPaT3R799YKcVadTLtY/s640/blogger-image--1099604169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FJXbGMXbyl2BiwRw-vLXvThi8I5jtQaAVNRhvRwzOaSQERbHfY_i-vFtFWL6nlISsTn9JfV1owZNqFNEztXq9myczYwxpZL8HXFsxkg19cp75FBbibjRu57GGPaT3R799YKcVadTLtY/s640/blogger-image--1099604169.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Sure, we have had some fantastic food since we landed in Paris on Wednesday morning, sleepy-eyed with hollow stomachs. With Scott's gluten intolerance, it has been tough finding him a balanced meal, or at least one that doesn't focus solely on French fries (but hey, they <i>are</i> French, oui?) We have had our fair share of quick food, when hunger strikes after walking 12 miles and dinner still isn't for another 3 hours. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MwVsxMxZ49EqydvtMLgXozGX-dy2bYLRyAVTx3RMD0nLSdo9NrPlGpmCGWuIu1PL_R66m-IWuaJLP-HVydT4izWk1I-k0oEwjFgOBr2sisPh8T_IIJCA7G_YVlUhRmjATa4QjQWRYfE/s640/blogger-image-1973679170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MwVsxMxZ49EqydvtMLgXozGX-dy2bYLRyAVTx3RMD0nLSdo9NrPlGpmCGWuIu1PL_R66m-IWuaJLP-HVydT4izWk1I-k0oEwjFgOBr2sisPh8T_IIJCA7G_YVlUhRmjATa4QjQWRYfE/s640/blogger-image-1973679170.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But the best meals have been our picnics. We focus on he basics: bread, cheeses, lettuce, fruit, vino. Maybe some pre made quinoa salad. And then we sit on my scarf-gone-blanket and talk about how it can't really get better than that. <i>This</i>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRK14l-Uyin3UlyE6QsOpV_0VQrvd40WnXoqQHg6hhwAslh6F2gAqfk4YFF_7Fxsj48dZ99aK_dcUuFhKecHeiUt37ohsEoaX6FSMjO82FgOv1h2RwODTKRCafW2pOio0QsoTA2dpLFo/s640/blogger-image-1004575813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRK14l-Uyin3UlyE6QsOpV_0VQrvd40WnXoqQHg6hhwAslh6F2gAqfk4YFF_7Fxsj48dZ99aK_dcUuFhKecHeiUt37ohsEoaX6FSMjO82FgOv1h2RwODTKRCafW2pOio0QsoTA2dpLFo/s640/blogger-image-1004575813.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We leave for Turkey tomorrow morning for 6 days. France has been invigorating, and while I'm sad to leave, I know there will be so many other experiences to be had in Turkey. Like hot air balloon rides and sleeping in a cave. 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Sorry for the lag in updates, but there really hasn't been too much running going on my way after Ragnar. I've logged in some summertime evening miles whenever I've felt like it, which has been really lovely. <div><br></div><div>We're leaving for a vacation abroad today (!!!), so I made sure to get lots of exercise yesterday to try and tire myself out. 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Even in Greece! </div><div><br></div><div>Alright, I'm off to board our first plane. Paris, here we come!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-11645359552799622362013-07-31T06:57:00.001-07:002013-07-31T06:57:21.485-07:00Ragnar Northwest Passage | Race Recap COntinued | To-Do for Next Year... or whenever I decide to throw myself into the throes of the madness that Ragnar is.After I detailed my experience in <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/07/ragnar-northwest-passage-race-recap.html">recap 1</a>, I got to thinking about how different of an experience this could be every time I participate. The team, the different legs, the events - it all makes a difference and can quash any prior expectations I originally had going into the whole thing. <br />
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<b>1. Packing</b>! Pack all my running outfits in separate Ziplock gallon-sized bags, with the leg map printed out with them. This worked out great, and I was incredibly thankful for an easy pull-out-the-outfit-without-looking move, as well as having a place to put my sweaty, stanky clothes that I had just ran in. While there was nothing that I didn't bring that made my time any less great, there were a couple items I wish I had brought:<br />
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<li>A bag for all the swag! Mine ended up being shoved under the seat in front of me in an extremely disorganized fashion. Minor detail, yes, but I wanted my free Cliff shot blocks to be well-contained so I know exactly where to hunt them down the exact second I need them! #Ragnarspoiledbrat</li>
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Other than that, I think I did a pretty good job of appropriately packing. Baby wipes were a definite lifesaver.<br />
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<b>2. Expect ZERO sleep. </b>I had thought I would at least get a few hours, but that definitely did not happen. I got a solid one, which turned out to be fine since my adrenaline and the aforementioned shot blocks were running in my veins, making me an un-sleepable mess anyway. <br />
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<b>3. Embrace the finish line. </b>At this point, our whole time was sorta just "over it." I think had we all been closer friends, we would have been more into the fun finish line vibe of "let's get the pizza and beer and hang out and recap for hours," but maybe not. It's a long 2 days, so maybe this one just isn't bound to happen. We did manage to grab out medals (duh), more swag, and a legit Ragnar team picture.<br />
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4.<b> Get everyone's contact information. </b>More specifically, their phone numbers so that everyone can stay connected with whomever. This was something we should have done, and learned a lesson when one teammate was supposed to text another when I was finished running leg 12 to let them know to meet us, but accidentally fell asleep instead. Total first world problems, true, but it was a whole TWENTY MINUTES OFF OUR TIME! J/k, it was fine. Just another thing to take care of for next time.<br />
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<b>5. Stay hydrated and nutritioned. </b>This sounds like a dummy, but after having our captain visit the hospital for dehydration it's worth tucking away as a future reminder. While it may not even be hot out, your still running and putting your body through different habits that you probably aren't too accustomed to. The best thing to do is make sure it gets the water it requires (and lots of it) and good nutrients that won't make you feel like poo. I honestly felt like I was eating the whole dang time, but not once did I feel sick. The body runs on fuel, fuel that is what is going to help you woman-handle those three legs like a champ.<br />
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I hope this little series was of some assistance to you future Ragnarians! I truly had a great time, and the Northwest Passage route was drop-dead gorgeous. Feel free to drop me a line with any questions!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-164870025138733022013-07-24T08:33:00.001-07:002013-07-24T08:33:35.503-07:00Ragnar Northwest Passage | Race RecapWell, I made it! <i>We </i>made it. Team 12-pack/Team Ragnarasauras (yeah, somehow we ended up with two different names. We went with it). It was a fun, wild, eventful weekend that made me appreciate the regular occurrence of sleep I get in my life, and in a bed to boot!<br />
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Thanks to it being 94 degrees, conditions we are certainty not accustomed to, our fearless captain ended up in the hospital with dehydration after her first run. I ended up taking her second run, which was 8.9 "very hard" miles at 4am, a mere two runs after I had ran my 5 miles at 2am. It was seriously one of the most physically rewarding things I've ever done, mainly because I really didn't think I could do it. <br />
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Instead of giving you a breakdown of times, conversations, bat and rat run-ins and cray-cray 4am fog, I am going to spit out a couple posts: things I learned on this wild adventure and things I will be putting into play next year.<br />
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1. <i>Adrenaline pushes</i>. It's no secret that you run faster on race day, when you're completely immersed in the whole experience, but I didn't think it would be like that on my third (of four) legs at 4:30am going uphill in fog. My legs felt like rubber bands at that point, and I was wide awake and ready to run past any sucker that happened to be in front of me. Except there wasn't anyone, and that would have been a bad idea because man, my body was secretly exhausted at that point.Adrenaline was also the stinker that got me a 19:45 5k my first leg. Oops...not a good idea. There were black spots.<br />
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2. <i>Team participation is key</i>. Especially after the first legs, when the whole shebang gets <i>real</i>. You need support through and through - a driver, a navigator, a waterer, someone who won't fall asleep when the other team needs to be informed that they are on deck to meet us at the next exchange for their legs. Ragnar is great, because it turns an independent sport into a team activity, and having those 11 ladies backing you is crucial to making this a positive experience. <br />
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3. <i>Night running is awesome.</i> Um, yeah, la-HOV-ed it. My first night run I felt like I could have kept going forever (which I sort of felt like I was doing 2 hours later). Running in the dark is so much different than the day - there's so much more silence and serenity. The temperature was a million times better than it was during the hot, hot day, making for a very comfortable run.<br />
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4. <i>Be flexible! </i>There a thousand and one things that will not go the way you had planned, and it's important to move past it and figure out plan B stat. Sometimes even plan C. Sucky, but Ragnar lives on and will leave your team in the Northwest wilderness if you don't, so figure out a solution and get to it!<br />
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Got those baby wipes! Since I have already decided that I will not be showering (there's just too much involved), I have a feeling these babies (har har) will come in handy multiple times a day. More for my van mates benefit than mine, that's for sure. <br />
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Also key - the ziplock bags. I printed out each leg map with the outfit I'll be wearing into each bag to try and keep the whole thing organized and the post-run smell contained.<br />
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My mileage last week crept up slightly from the week before, which I'm happy about. My knee is feeling beautiful, and my runs have been pretty much pain-free, aside from the standard niggle here and there.<br />
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I've grown to really l-o-v-e running in the mornings when it's all quiet and stuff. Bonus: endorphins flowing all day long. Not a bonus: I'm physically more tired the rest of the day, which means I seem to rely way more on caffeine these days. This makes me feel like a sissy, but I'm alright with that.<br />
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Tuesday: 7.11 miles, 9:02 pace<br />
Wednesday: 5.23, 9:9:22<br />
Thursday: 3 miles, 9:27 pace<br />
Friday: 4.36 miles, 8:27 pace<br />
Sunday morning: 6 miles, 819 pace<br />
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Grand total: 25.71<br />
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Have a wonderful night!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-24054441617250123942013-07-10T07:46:00.001-07:002013-07-10T07:46:44.781-07:00Vegetable Lasagna (vegan | gluten-free)I'm here today with a recipe that stemmed from a serious problem - too much zucchini. I know, it was a toughy to work through, but I think I found the best solution possible.<br />
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My parents have always had a garden. As long as I can remember, my dad has planted and provided the required TLC to grow tomatoes, zucchini, squash, and herbs. The resulting bounty gets used pretty quickly, but sometimes they need a little help putting it all to good use, which is lucky for me.<br />
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I have adopted this gardening tendency, and while I'm not nearly as successful with it as my father is, I have been able to keep my tomatoes, lettuce, onions, rhubarb and beets alive this year. I harvested my first round of beets this week, and I felt <i>so </i>cool. Little did we all know that <a href="http://www.totallysevere.com/2010/04/everyone-loves-beets/">Dwight Shrute</a> had it figured out a long time ago that beets are totally the way to go. <a href="http://dougfunniesjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-4-part-2-doug-rocks.html">So did Doug Funnie. </a><br />
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So last night, I had two fat zuccs and three hefty beets sitting on the counter, and we had a little brainstorming session on what their fate would be. After crossing off a simple saute (too boring for these beauties) and zucchini bread (I needed dinner), I decided that the zucchini's lengthy physique would not only make for fantastic "noodles," but they would pair quite nicely with those beets when nestled together in some Italian flavors. <br />
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I instantly remember <a href="http://kblog.lunchboxbunch.com/2012/04/pesto-cashew-ricotta-pizza.html">this cashew "cheese"</a> recipe my sister and I had used for <a href="http://mrsbwebbruns.blogspot.com/2013/06/weekend-happenings.html">our pizza</a>, and realized then and there that a layered casserole of sorts would have to come into play. And oh MAN, it played hard. I can't wait for leftovers today. <br />
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This cashew cheese is so good. It has the same texture as ricotta, which makes it quite perfect for this dish. I found myself dipping leftover zucchini bits in it, so it makes a great dip as well. I also loved being able to use the entire beet, from the greens to the actual flesh. I don't particularly love the taste of beet greens, so this covered that up well so I was able to get all their <a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&dbid=49">amazing nutrients</a>. <br />
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<b>Lemon Ricotta Cashew Cheese</b><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><br />1 1/2 cups soaked and drained raw cashews (soak in salted water overnight)<br />1 tsp garlic powder<br />2 cloves of raw garlic<br />1/4 cup lemon juice<br />1/3 cup water + more as needed<br />1/4 tsp salt (or to taste)<br />dash of pepper<br />dash of cayenne<br />1 tsp mixed dried Italian herbs (optional)<br />a few dashes of ground flax seeds (optional)<br />small scoop of nutritional yeast (optional)</span><br />
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<b>For the lasagna veggie portion</b><br />
<i>Based off <a href="http://www.chow.com/recipes/30280-noodleless-zucchini-lasagna">this recipe</a></i><br />
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1/2 block firm tofu, diced<br />
1/2 cup diced onion<br />
2 Tb minced garlic<br />
red pepper flakes <br />
1 28 oz can diced tomatoes, pureed in a food processor<br />
Italian spices <br />
3 beets, cooked and cut into chunks<br />
1/2 cup cherry tomatoes, diced<br />
1 cup garbanzo beans<br />
1/4 cup diced kalamata olives <br />
1 large zucchini, cut into 1/2 inch strips<br />
beet greens, torn into chunks<br />
1/4 cup green onions <br />
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1. Make the cashew cheese sauce, and refrigerate. <br />
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2. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.<br />
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3. In a skillet, cook the onion, tofu and a splash of water over medium heat until the onion softens. Add in the garlic and red pepper flakes and cook for another minute. Add the tomatoes and red pepper flakes and continue to cook in low heat for 10 minutes to let the flavors mingle.<br />
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4. In a medium bowl, mix together the beets, cherry tomatoes, garbanzo beans, and olives. Add in 1/4 cup of the tomato mixture and stir all together.<br />
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5. In a casserole dish, pour all the tomato mixture into the bottom. On top of the tomato mixture, add in half the beet greens. Layer on zucchini slices, then cover with half the cashew cheese - I just sort of dolloped and spread it on each zucchini slices. On top of the zucchini, layer on half the beet/tomato/chickpea mixture, followed by the remaining beet greens, then the last layer of zucchini, then the cheese, and finally the remaining tomato mixture.<br />
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6. Cook for 40 minutes and let cool for 10. Garnish with green onions. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-57398701789343966562013-07-08T06:59:00.000-07:002013-07-08T06:59:23.484-07:00Ragnar Relay Northwest Passage PlanningThis past week our Ragnar Relay Northwest Passage team had our first team meeting. It was so fun to meet all the girls that we will be running with. I had only known two of the girls, one of whom is my sister-in-law, so it was great to hang out with the other girls that I'll be spending two straight days with.<br />
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We had a Ragnar veteran come to speak to us about all things important, who was a huge help. Get your butt light! Paint your van! Eat your snacks! We had so many questions, some that I definitely hadn't thought of. I can't believe it's now only 2 weeks away - which means I really need to get on the planning/packing bandwagon for this event. <br />
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<b>1. Can we shower? </b>YES! Total surprise to me. I guess some schools will be open, along with a couple campgrounds, so bring some change. Here's the thing though - I'm not <strike>our household's</strike> the world's biggest showerer. I don't want to get into details, but showering isn't a big priority for me most of the time. My husband, on the other hand, takes two a day. I consider it a nice form of balance, and keeping our water bill at bay.<br />
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Long explanation short: while I plan on being sticky sweaty and nasty hot, I highly doubt I will be taking advantage of this showering business. It sounds like a lot of work? (Who would have thought a girl <i>that</i> lazy would even sign up for Ragnar in the first place.)<br />
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<b>2. Can we eat? </b>YES! <b>Like, real food, not just Cliff bars and bananas?</b> Still a yes! Total relief. This was a worry of mine, since as much as I love snacking, runners need some serious fuel in meal-form. I felt sort of "duh" after this, since obviously we will be driving all over, past placed that sell real meals, soooo yeah. We can actually stop at those! Unless I smell too bad and am refused service (see number 1 above).<br />
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<b>3. Can we get our art on? </b>Yes! It's highly encouraged to decorate our two SUV's that we're bringing, so we can flaunt our team name, number of kills (when you pass people), and other such important things. Done and done.<br />
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In order to appropriately prep as best as possible, I've perused the internet for thoughts on what to pack and what to expect. <a href="http://sarahoual.com/">Sarah OUaL</a> has been a big help, who outlines all her relays <a href="http://sarahoual.com/onrunning/relaying/">here</a>, and <a href="http://mealsandmiles.com/">Meghann </a>and <a href="http://runroamrecycle.wordpress.com/">Erika</a> give detailed posts on what to pack <a href="http://mealsandmiles.com/2012/01/05/what-to-pack-for-a-ragnar-relay-race/">here</a> and <a href="http://runroamrecycle.wordpress.com/2009/08/22/ragnar-relay-packing-list/">here</a>. <br />
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<b>In relay running expertise you can provide?</b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-12568785735240261292013-07-01T22:00:00.000-07:002013-07-01T22:00:07.446-07:00weekly rundownI realize that it's 120 degrees in Death Valley, and that's truly a
blistering boil. However, as I stated yesterday, this late June/early
July heat is truly unreal for us here in the Pacific Northwest. I had to
create a rough summary of my day to portray exactly how bloody hot it
is here (and while it may sound like I'm complaining, that's really not
the case. Bring it on, sun.):<br />
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2am: Wake up drenched in 12 gallons of sweat<br />
5:15am: Wake up again, this time to one ridiculously beautiful sunrise. <br />
6:00am: Don't go running because I'm already sweating and tired from not getting any REM's last night.<br />
7:00am: Hair dries in three minutes<br />
8:00am: One grande <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/menu/drinks/brewed-coffee/orange-spice-iced-coffee">iced orange coffee</a> (it sounds weird, and it tastes weird. Go figure.)<br />
10:45am: Finish third 16.9oz water bottle-full of water<br />
11:30am: One hour lunch with my mom, straight in the sun's rays. It was lovely.<br />
2:00pm:
Four is the magic number my air conditioner needs to be on, which is
the highest setting and yet still not powerful enough to keep my armpits
dry. <br />
3:30pm: Jumped in a lake two minutes after arriving at a friend's house. <br />
6:30pm: Watered four wilting lettuce plants that were looking quite sad.<br />
8:00pm:
Ran three miles to the husband's softball game with one water bottle in
hand that didn't stay frozen for more than 13 minutes. <br />
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I LOVE IT. It makes my entire day feel more relaxed and stress-free. I
can't imagine if I lived in Arizona. Actually, I can, and it would
include me being unemployed because I would never want to get any work
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Play in the sun. Play in the sun. Work? Nah, play in the sun!<br />
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I did manage to squeeze in 24.71 miles last week when it was pouring down rain 4 days and pretty dang hot the other 3. <br />
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Tuesday: 5 miles, 7:58 pace<br />
Thursday: 6 miles, 8:46 pace<br />
Friday: 5.7 miles, 8:36 pace<br />
Sunday morning: 5 miles, 8:51 pace<br />
Sunday evening: 3 miles: 8:22 pace<br />
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Grand total: 24.71<br />
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am now off to convince my husband that it would be in our best interest
to sleep outside on the deck tonight. Did you guys ever do that growing
up? I'm pretty sure my neighborhood friends and I would spend more
nights sleeping outside together than we did inside apart. It was such a
novelty! Yes, I think I need to bring that back tonight.<br />
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The past 3 days have been so. Much. Fun. That, combined with the fact that's its only a 4-day work week anyway, has left me feeling completely unenthusiastic about that work thing tomorrow. </div>
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Oh, and given that the weather has been in the high 80's the past few days doesn't help my motivation either. We don't get this sort of sun in June! We're blessed with "Juneuary" until July 5th, and then summer is on. </div>
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This is exactly the reason why we were hesitant about planning our annual bocce ball tournament on a June Saturday. We knew there was a nice chance of it raining all over our bocce balls, but also knew that everyone would adapt just fine if that happened since rain is what we've evolved to manage. </div>
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Amazingly enough, the sun, oh sweet <i>sweet</i> sun, decided to do is a big one and but out loud and clear Friday and hasn't left us since. It made for an awesome lawn game day, as well as some sweet tan lines. </div>
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That little pool brought back <i>so</i> many memories. When I saw this I immediately imagined my dad doing the same thing 15 years ago. He probably had the same excited look on his fave, too. </div>
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Scott won one trophy and a good friend won the other after a long, heated (literally) fight for the gold. We now have a total of 3 bocce trophies in our household. It feels pretty good to be winning at life. </div>
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Sunday was an incredibly easy day for me while my husband spent 6 hours doing homework. He did, however, manage to sneak in a softball game and scored an awesome win. </div>
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I had ran there, and quickly realized .5 mile on that this body is not cool with running in this hot heat. I had froze a 16 oz plastic water bottle beforehand, which was completely warm by the time I had trekked the 3 miles to he field. I think I'm going to stick with morning and evening runs whenever possible. </div>
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<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/en/blog/4572775">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-23281964922321660362013-06-26T03:00:00.000-07:002013-06-26T06:58:01.892-07:00Poulsbo Beer Run | race recap In the past few years, breweries have cropped up out of nowhere here in Kitsap County, to my great pleasure. While I'm never the biggest beer drinker of a bunch, (unless I'm with my husband - he'll just have water, thanks) I love the atmosphere of breweries. Everyone is having a good time (and if you're not, you might want to think about just leaving because there is no un-fun allowed) and not only is the beer unique and interesting, the food is typically off the chain as well.<br />
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For whatever reason, three of these brew masters decided to build their small empire within miles of each other to make the perfect tri-beer-fecta. That is to say, perfect until you are to drink a rather high-quality beer at each while intermittently running amongst them. <br />
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Wait, it's not fair for me to start at the end of the show. It really was perfect for the first 3 hours. My sister, Brooke, and I arrived at the first brewery, <a href="http://www.valhollbrewing.com/">Volholl</a>, at 8:45am. We luckily started at the brewery that happens to be right
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post-race food and fun choices). The sun was shining, it was 70 degrees, and the Pacific Northwest could not have been in a better mood. <i>(Sidenote: This was also the day of Seattle's Rock and Roll marathon, so you know they were singing praises.) </i>The registration was great - quick and easy. We each got our bibs and a green dot, displayed prominently on our cheeks, which meant that we were to start in the 9:15am wave. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't remember what beers we got, but they were bomb. My brain was absent when I said I wanted an amber though, should have stuck to something a <i>leetle </i>lighter.</td></tr>
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We ran the first mile to <a href="http://www.soundbrewery.com/">Sound Brewery</a>, which was a nice downhill trek that seemed to go by in a minute. This palce had a nice set-up, with a small beer garden and some picnic tables posted up. You would think that we would have taken that as nature's gesture to say "here, sit down, stay awhile. Please. Nurse your beer." But we didn't. We were finished within 15 minutes and outta there.<br />
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Third stop was the Slippery Pig Brewery, which is down a little dirt road on a farm. It's my favorite brewery by far, which a cute outdoor seating area complete with comfy couches and a sweet wooden bar. The beers were right my alley, too - fruity and light. I went with a rhubarb-flavored one while Brooke chose kiwi. Oh, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries was passed around, which could also be 4th reason this place was my fave.<br />
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At this point, we knew the rest of our day was screwed. It was only 11:00, two hours after we had our first beer, and we were three beers deep. I realize this isn't a lot for many people, but for two girls who don't drink a ton this got us in a solid way.<br />
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Oh, and I didn't have breakfast (which never happens except for when I run myself drunk, naturally.)<br />
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Oh, and we kept forgetting to drink water while sweating buckets in that gorgeous sunshine. <br />
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So essentially, we screwed our own selves over but WHATEVER, it's a beer run.<br />
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Oh, lookey there, two sunburned drunk girls. I can't even remember what's sticking out of my bra. That's a sign of a good time.<br />
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No, but really, we had a fantastic time. What's not to love about beer, sun and run - and combined, at that?<br />
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We ate lunch at <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-loft-at-latitude-forty-seven-seven-poulsbo">The Loft</a>, and <i>ohmygosh </i>it was so incredibly delicious. It may have just been the ravaged state we were in, but that quinoa pita thing Brooke got was the best food I've tasted in weeks. I got a roasted veggie wrap that was also super good.<br />
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We too our time eating and downed the jug of water before walking back to my car...and then deciding to instead take a giant, 2-hour nap in the park o the waterfront.<br />
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What I'm trying to say in this post is I'm a total goal-completer. I completed a race, was drunk before noon on a sunny Saturday, and had some quality time with mi hermana. That's all I wanted to accomplish that morning, and I'm pretty proud of myself for being so productive.<br />
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However, there are a few things I would change next year:<br />
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2. Wear sunscreen<br />
3. Drink water, at least within the first 3 hours I'm beering<br />
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I'll leave you with a little advice on how to be a better friend (good thing all my friends are evil and are happy to let me drink sissy beer ;) ).<br />
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<b>What has been the most fun race you've ever ran? Do you have a "fun run" coming up soon?</b><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534506599651136891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177030921193461243.post-38087943431589798272013-06-24T19:00:00.000-07:002013-06-24T06:29:19.949-07:00the weekly rundownThis week left me feeling pretty drained, which I couldn't quite figure out because my mileage wasn't super high. I think physical therapy might be leaving me a little fatigued, which is funny because I don't do a whole lot of strength training. There are some squats and some booty/quad work, but nothing strenuous. Most of PT has been reconditioning my muscles and stretching, which leaves me feeling really refreshed. Stretching has never been my thing - it's so <i>boring</i>. Luckily I've learned that it's the peanut butter to running's jelly, so I need to stick with it.<br />
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Monday: 4 miles, 8:55 pace<br />
Tuesday: 6.5, 8:46 pace<br />
Wednesday: 3 miles, 8.54 pace<br />
Saturday:4 miles, 2 beers an hour pace ;)<br />
Sunday: 4 miles, 8:53 pace<br />
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*Sidenote: The picture above was taken Saturday at the beer run in downtown Poulsbo. It's a city that is filled to the brim with Norwegian heritage, and its downtown streets totally reflect that. You guy buy frozen lutefisk TV dinners, all the black licorice your heart desires, and <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/+uff-da+gifts">Uff-Da shirts</a>. I mean, what else did you ever want to own in your life?<br />
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Sunday we took on the outrageously fun role of babysitters for my sweet little niece. This girl is a <i>trip</i>, and not to be taken lightly. She's the only person I know who chooses just one topping for her FroYo. And the only one who makes me laugh when she plays s fun game of "let's scream really loud in the house for <i>hours</i>!!!" </div>
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