1. June 25: FULL
2. July 9: Muddy 10K
3. July 17: HALF
Line your bowl with half of a banana, sliced into four spears.
Place Skinny Cow on top.
Get your PB ready! Spread it on top of Skinny Cow or place four spoonfuls around the perimeter of the cow.
Top with vanilla whipped cream.
Drizzle with chocolate syrup and add a dash or two (or three or four or five) of sprinkles.
Enjoy while you read blogs and watch America’s Next Top Model! (Other trashy TV is acceptable.)
I only get 60 minutes for lunch. So when I choose to run during that time, I have to make every second count. I’ve been doing this for a couple years now off and on, and I’ve learned a few things…mostly the hard way.
1. BRING MULTIPLE RUNNING OUTFITS.
Long pants and shorts. Short-sleeves and long. Rain jacket. Hat and headband. Sunglasses. I learned my lesson on Thursday. The weather report called for rain, so I packed my long tights, a long-sleeve shirt, my hat and my rain jacket. When 11:30 rolled around, it was sunny and warm! I lucked out because I’d thrown a tank in my bag, so I wore that under my rain jacket.
Except I got hot pretty quickly, and had to remove the jacket and tie it around my waist. Unfortunately, my running tights are low-rise and my tank was barely long enough to cover my tummy. I felt all over the place with the jacket swinging around and feeling the breeze on my post-baby belly. Not good. Wish I’d had a pair of capris in my bag, too. You live, you learn. So learn from me. Two sets of clothes. Especially during volatile seasons like spring or fall.
2. WEAR LAYERS.
Not on your run. For your work-wear. You will be hot when you get back in the office and not want to put your clothes back on. However, most offices don’t appreciate workers walking around in their undies, so put your first layer on after your run, and as you gradually cool off throughout the day, you can add the top layers of clothing back in.
3. PACK CLEANING SUPPLIES.
Okay, so you are not going to be as fresh as a spring meadow after your run, but you don’t have to stink. My trick is baby wipes. These are easy because we buy the ginormous box of them at Costco and I can just grab a pack and toss it in my bag. These are perfect for wiping away all your…ahem…sweaty areas.
(If you’re a woman who is particular about your makeup, you might want to bring face-washing supplies and your makeup bag. I recommend getting a separate set you can just leave in your workout bag. I sort of don’t care because I sit at a computer all day and don’t meet with people much, so I don’t reapply my makeup. And I wear mineral makeup, so it doesn’t clog my pores or melt off or anything.)
4. DO AS SUPERMAN DOES.
To save time, wear your running clothes in the morning under your work clothes. I’ve worn capris under jeans, I wear my running socks, and I sport my sports bra. Nobody’s the wiser. It shaves a couple minutes off my changing time so I have more minutes for running! Just don’t forget to pack undies and socks to change into afterward!
5. GIVE YOUR GARMIN A HEAD START.
This one is courtesy Mel (Tall Mom): If you can, put your Garmin on the windowsill to search for satellites while you change into your running clothes. Then you won’t be standing out in front of your office waiting, waiting, waiting…
Optional, but highly recommended: Find someone you can run with at lunch. It’s too easy to get sucked into checking your Facebook status and blogging.
Your turn! I’m sure there are lots great tips out there. What do you do?
The sun was shining on Friday and I felt like being outside. When the sun comes out in Seattle, you gotta take advantage. But I couldn’t go running because I ran Wednesday and Thursday. I wanted to ride my bike.
I have a mountain bike. It’s been hanging in the garage for more than three years, which I realized when I did the math on my son’s age, plus pregnancy before that and…yikes.
Anyway, if I wanted to ride the bike, then I needed a bike trailer to tow my child with. I wanted one last year, but we had a gym membership, so I rode the bike inside. I did a quick search on Craigslist and found two for sale in my own town! A couple hours later, I had a bike trailer.
|Digging into his snacks and
we haven’t even left yet!
It took some effort to get my bicycle off the wall of the garage, and I had to be brave and figure out how to use Mr. T’s air compressor to fill up the tires, but I did it! And then I took the axle off and attached the necessary parts for the trailer. After I was done connecting it, we were ready to ride! Well, once I got T Junior some things to do, a snack, his music, etc. Then we were off!
The sun was warm. I had to take off my pink raincoat and stash it in the back pocket of the bike trailer (so handy!), so I rode in my pink You Go Girl! t-shirt and my black capris! The pink trees are blooming — they look like cotton candy and I love them. Their floral scent is light but strong, though, and when they bloom my nose is sort of suspended between sneezing like crazy and not sneezing at all.
I didn’t feel like loading the the bike in the van and going to the paved trail, so T Junior and I roughed it out on the gravel trail by our house. The trail that’s slightly downhill on the way out, which means it’s slightly uphill on the way back. For some reason, I didn’t think that would matter.
The way out was glorious. We were high on a new adventure! And we were going slightly downhill. I’d set my Garmin to “bike” and I was cruising with a 30-pound child in a who-know-how-heavy trailer behind me. Even the first three times I had to stop to see what in the heck he was whining about didn’t bother me. Mostly it was his helmet. (I took it off – we weren’t going alongside a road with cars or anything. What do you do? Do your kids wear helmets in the bike trailer?)
Anyway, I was feeling good and I was thinking we could go for more than a total of 5 miles. We were getting close to the 2.5-mile mark. But then T Junior started whining more. “Mommm-eee. My bottom hurrrrrrrrts.”
I turned around. “Mine, too,” I said. “We’ll go back now.” Poor guy. It was pretty bouncy on the rocky dirt and gravel trail.
On the way back, I was dying. Slightly uphill in loose gravel. I was spinning my wheels and barely moving. And my child kept whining, but I couldn’t hear him over the gravel. Just, “Mommmm-eeeee. Mommmm-eee!” Argh. “T Junior, be quiet. You can tell me when we get there!”
The smile had left my face. This was freaking hard! I was huffing and puffing, and yelling at my whiner in between. After about a mile of this, I’d had it. I slammed on the breaks to turn around and give him my “Mommy’s serious eyes,” but even though the bike stopped, my body didn’t and I had to sort of jump to the side and then the bike started falling on me and then…
I landed in the gravel on my left glute and elbow and hand, and sort of slide back. Luckily the bike trailer’s hitch has a swivel on it, so the trailer stays put if you fall. I jumped up and looked around. Thank goodness nobody had witnessed me yelling at my child, then falling off my bike.
Serves me right, though. I’m supposed to be working on patience and, obviously, that’s no going too well.
I got on the bike, my left hand stung, but not that bad…just three little scratches. I wondered what my butt cheek looked like, though.
|A picture of my hand scratches because
you aren’t getting one of my backside.
My glute muscles were screaming at me anyway, but somehow we made it back to the park, which is where I promised T Junior we would go.
|Happy to be at the park!|
Once we got there, I apologized to my son for yelling at him, then we headed for the slide. I texted Amanda, who is hard-core training for a tri, because I sort of felt like a badass for accomplishing the whole bike thing and “surviving” a fall!
Fast forward to Monday. I was ready to ride again. But this time we went to the paved trail. It looked like rain, so I put the plastic cover down over T Junior. He was better this time, but I still heard, “Mommmmma. Mommmmma.”
I stopped about 2-miles into it. Got off, went back. “Yes?”
“I don’t want to go by the Grinch.”
I was confused, looked around and saw this guy:
|Photo from almost exactly one year ago.|
I giggled. “Oh, that’s not the Grinch, honey. He won’t hurt you.” Back on the bike for a quarter-mile. Had to wait at a light. OK. Back on bike. “Mommmmma. Mommmmmeeeee.” I ignored it. “Mommmmeeee. Mommmmmeeeee.” Maybe something’s really wrong. Off the bike. Walked back there.
I lifted the plastic flap to the side. “Yes?”
“I want to tell you a story.”
OMG. I didn’t even say anything. Just put the flap down and went back to my bike, rolling my eyes and laughing inside.
The way out had been into the wind, and I was super excited to turn around. Guess what? The way back was into the wind, too. What the hell? I was slow. But I’m not out to win any awards, just a little cross training. But, HELLO, jelly legs! Quads were shaking so bad, I could barely get the kickstand down.
Biking is way hard, runners. Way hard.
When was the last time you rode a bike? How did it go? Do you think it’s more difficult than running?
Five miles on the schedule today. One of those was to be a time trial, as per Jeff Galloway’s marathon training plan. I love these little time trials because I get to push myself, and I like that I’ve improved so far with each one.