We Scrub Up Pretty Good

Hey internet, here’s a picture of the Tall One and me before my friends’ wedding yesterday.  We scrub up pretty good if I do say so myself.

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Yesterday was an awesome day –

The run;

Our day started with a quick run into the town square and back (we were staying just out of town but the run was only about 4km).  Tall One kicked my arse – I’m putting it down to his long legs… I’m wearing heels in the photo.  Oh yeah, and our relative levels of fitness.

The wedding; 

It was perfect.  Small, intimate – only family and close friends.  Both bride and groom were beaming (beautiful!), and hearts melted watching the service.

The reception;

Again, it was perfect.  A relaxed, intimate family affair.  Good company, good wine, good food, and dubious dancing.  It was beautifully decorated house, with dining outside in the perfect Martinborough weather.  Tables nestled in the back yard, between the house and rows upon rows of grapevines.  And the wedding cake was an amazing fudgy chocolate cake that – despite the copious amounts of sugar – I ate two slices.  I had to, really.

What more can you want?

 

 

Like a Girl Scout

Out of town for a friends’ wedding. Looking at what I packed, I think I’m prepared for anything…

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I plan to make use of everyone of those pairs over the next two days – the runners especially, because we’re in a very pretty part of the Wairarapa and that scenery needs to be seen. On foot. At a leisurely jogging pace.

I Have a Confession to Make

I have a confession to make.
A really, sad, embarrassing confession.

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Oops! Well, this is embarrassing…

You know how I was gearing up to run the half-marathon at the Wellington Round the Bays this year, but had to pull back and decided to go with the 10km instead?

Weeeelllllllll, in all the changing-my-mind and work-getting-busy confusion, I forgot to register for either event.  And now all the places are sold out.  No on-the-day registrations.  I’ve missed out, through no ones fault but my own.

So I won’t be running with the 14,000-strong crowd tomorrow, but I know a lot of people who will be.  So, you might still see me cheering everyone on at the finish line!

I want to take the time now and wish good luck to Jay & everyone else who will be out there hitting the pavement tomorrow morning. Added bonus; the weather’s meant to be clear and cool – though I can’t promise the wind will settle before go-time!

Knowing My Limits

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I have limits.  I know them now, and I’m prepared to push them.

Limits aren’t permanent – they’re not a ceiling on progress.  Limits are just the tough part of the ladder where there’s a rung or two missing.  With a bit of a push and a jump, you can get over the hurdle.

But I’ve got to be realistic about it.

I won’t be running the half marathon in February. 

Instead, I’ll be running the 10km with the view of pushing myself harder over the shorter distance, rather than struggling with a half-arsed half-marathon.

My training just hasn’t been good enough to do a good job.

Yes, I feel stink about it.  But I’d rather be honest about it now, and be realistic about my goals.  It was always going to be tough, but I just haven’t followed a good enough plan to make the impossibly-hard be difficult-but-obtainable.

Remember, goals have to be SMART.

Specific
Measurable
Attainable
Realistic
Timely

I’ll be sticking to much smaller, achievable goals for now.

I Don’t Run With Headphones

ID-100207800Deep breath.  Keep calm.  It’s true;

The more I run, the more I hate running with headphones.

Why?  I’m not entirely sure.  Well, no.  That’s not true.  But I can’t put my finger on any one specific reason.

Running without music – without buds in my ears – is oddly liberating.

When running, the wind picks up and noise sort of… disappears.  Not forcing music into my ears means that I’m running almost in silence.  My heart beat being the only constant sound.  The sound of my feet hitting the ground grabs my attention when the patterns change.

Running without music has taught me a lot about how I run.

Now, I can pay attention to what I’m doing.  My posture.  My breathing.  My pacing.  How I feel as I push myself harder.  Identifying when I need to slow down, or go easy on a hill.

Running with music is peaceful. 

There’s no pressure to keep up with the beat.  To force your mindset to fit with the songs in the playlist.

Bonus points for:

  • No headphones slapping against your neck, or getting caught in your pony tail!
  • No pinching arm-band holding up your phone/MP3 player.
  • You can hear cars when they’re pulling up behind you (survival bonus, ding-ding-ding!)

Running without music has taught me my limits.

Have you tried running without music?  Did it gel for you?
Or are you a fan of having your music with you, and it keeps you amped as you run?