Winning Spiel

I just wanted to show you all something that came in the mail for me yesterday! πŸ™‚

Yes! πŸ™‚ You see how it’s all crumpled? That’s because I read it and jumped up and started screaming and jumping around! πŸ™‚ And as if that’s not awesome ENOUGH:

It’s a medal! For fourth place! And it’s personalized! This is like my biggestΒ achievementΒ in my entire life! πŸ™‚ I feel like I have finally accomplished something that I can really be proud of! πŸ™‚ I am just so excited about this! πŸ™‚

And the other awesome thing is that this medal makes me look back and realize how much I have improved in my own PERSONAL running. Also, it gives me momentum to keep striving for better! I truly hope that at some point in each of your lives, you can win a medal for something that you truly care about, be it a race, or a speech tournament, or a basketball game! Winning is awesome. But it’s even better when it really means something to you and when it’s something you’ve worked for! πŸ™‚

Okay. I’m done with that little spiel! πŸ™‚

Today I did 10 100-meter sprints with my brother and a friend. It was awesome. When I do sprints by myself I don’t run as fast, but when I’m doing sprints with a 5′ 10″ guy as my competition? That’s when I actually SPRINT! So I definitely got my workout for the day! πŸ™‚ I love working out with guys cause they are super tough and fast and athletic and when I work out with them I get BETTER! πŸ™‚


So what’s the thing you are most proud of at this point in your life?

I’m a runner AND a coach!! :)

WARNING: I am in an insanely happy mood, so if you’re grumpy then you might not want to read this post! πŸ˜‰

Yesterday, I ran 6.2 miles. That is the farthest I have gone in a long long time! πŸ™‚ I think the best part of that is that I ran sub-8 minute miles the entire time! I came home, drenched in sweat and smiling! And limping. But I stretched so all is good! πŸ™‚ Anyways, it was a beautiful hot day and my iPod played awesome music! Have I ever told you how I sing along to the songs on my iPod as I’m running? I think I have. It’s quite a sight. I ran on the trail and it hurt my ankles a little but I’m hoping to strengthen my ankles and shins so that they are strong enough to run on trails.

This would be the victorious “I just finished 6.2 miles” look!

I’m planning on signing up for a 5K today or tomorrow and I am hoping to dominate!! πŸ™‚ If any of you have checked out my “Me, Running” page, the race I want to sign up for is the first one on that list! I ran it last year but I have gotten TONS faster since then! Anyways, that’s in two weeks. But the reason I’m bringing that up is because James, my younger brother, is already signed up for it! He’s going to run it too!! Remember when I took the ACT? Well, that same day there was a 5K across the street from my house that the elementary school was holding. James ran that race and that was when he got into running. So, he trained for awhile and he got money from all our relatives and some friends so that he could enter this race. I was insanely jealous of that because….races ARE expensive. πŸ™‚ Anyways, so for awhile, he’d run with my mom and they were all training and he got his money and signed up, etc. But then, he kind of lost interest. The race was still like a month away and he just found other things to do. Now, we have about two weeks before the race and Mom goes, “James!! Aren’t you signed up for the race?! You need to train!”

So, guess who got volunteered to help him train.

If you guessed me, you win!

Apparently, since I’m the runner of the family, I’m also the coach!

I really don’t mind. It’s insanely fun for me. For him? Not so much. But for me, it rocks! I ride on my bike behind him, listening to my iPod and singing the songs so James will be “entertained”. Today, I got a couple of weird looks from people which made me laugh.

Self-portraits ftw!!!

Please enjoy the picture because it’s really scary to take a picture of yourself, when you are riding a bike with NO functioning brakes with one hand, behind a little boy who keeps STOPPING.

Which brings me to the second reason it’s so fun! I get to scream, “RUN JAMES!!!! KEEP GOING! DON’T STOP!” And eventually, “JAMES I AM NOT KIDDING! KEEP RUNNING! GOOOOOO!” I think the next time, I’m going to need to roller-blade or something cause it’s really hard to get him to run when I’m on a bike. Like at one point I had to get off my bike and run with him (holding his shirt) so that he’d start running again. Then I ran back and got back on my bike.

Maybe I am taking this whole training thing a LITTLE too seriously, but I feel like if he’s going to run, then he should RUN!!!! He comes home and he goes, “She only let me take ONE break!” I was like, “James. If you want to run, then you RUN, you don’t take breaks!” Well actually, he didn’t want to run, but I made him. Whatever. He’s always happy with the results though. When we got home, I mapped it out and he’d run approximately 2.3 miles and he was so proud of himself! πŸ™‚ And I was proud of him. The little whiner. πŸ™‚

Here he is!

He’s a cutie. And at the race, he’ll run the whole thing without stopping, thanks to my hard-core training!! πŸ˜‰


Today’s Run

I am sorry to say to you all that I didn’t run four miles today as the majority polled.

But I have an explanation!!! I always do! πŸ˜‰

All day, the results for the poll were three miles at 50 percent and 5 miles at 50 percent. I was REALLY hoping that if anyone else voted it would NOT be for five miles!! πŸ™‚ Before I went on my run I couldn’t find my piano music for my recital tonight. And I freaked out. So, I was searching all over. Eventually I found it but by then I was so upset that I just left and went on my run. Without checking the poll one last time.

So I just ran three miles. When I set out on that run, I wasn’t planning on running five miles. Here’s why: my legs are really tight. Sometimes this happens. And I’m pretty sure this just means I need to stretch more…but right about now I am REALLY wishing I had a foam roller.

I ran three miles. In 22:28. Which means that I sped up yesterday’s pace by 10 seconds. Of course I also only ran three miles and I am pretty sure that there wasn’t a fourth one inside of me! πŸ™‚

Tonight is my piano recital! Please be praying that all will go well! I will post a picture later alright?

Well I’d like to show you all something! πŸ™‚

There are the results from yesterday’s poll! πŸ™‚ I was really excited that people ACTUALLY voted!! Now I am pretty sure that the poll didn’t show up for everyone. I’m not really sure why…but if it doesn’t show up for you than you can refresh the page. πŸ™‚ Now, one of my readers suggested that I “run as long as you can, as fast as you can, that way you can’t let yourself down and it will give you a good work out each time” and I have to admit that this is a VERY good idea but…I need serious motivation some days and you guys are really good motivation! πŸ™‚

Here are my splits of the day! πŸ™‚ Four miles. Just like I promised!! I am so seriously glad that four won out over five by one vote because I was DYING by the end of today’s run!

I just went over to the track with a couple friends after my class! It was really fun. They did one of Abby’s many workouts and I ran. And ran. And ran.

I have to say I am not super pleased with my pace but like I said yesterday I’m just going to try to not complain because I can’t expect to be super fast after this past weekend…

But I really hope my pace starts increasing again…or decreasing….GETTING FASTER. πŸ™‚

Do you guys have favorite pump-up songs? I’d love to add some to my running playlist!! Make sure to leave a comment below with you personal favorite pump-up song! πŸ™‚

So, today I ran six miles.

It was a really pretty day for running!! πŸ™‚ The sun was out, it was cool. The wind was a LITTLE strong but… I didn’t really mind! Not nearly as bad as it had been on Monday.

I told myself to just go slow because I wanted to run at least six, maybe seven, miles. Apparently, slow is no longer in my running vocabulary.

Okay that sounds REALLY stuck-up. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I have a certain amount of energy pent up inside of me and I just have to run my heart out until it’s gone. I have no pace meter whatsoever.

Anyways, so I ran my six mile run and… PR’d. Again.

I do realize that I am coming across as kind of bragg-y. But here’s why I am so thrilled about this. See, there are those runners who are always improving. And they are like amazing runners who run fast for long distances. Yea.

I’m not those runners.

At all.

I kinda hope that someday I will be. I mean, even though I’m improving, I’m not AMAZING.

Anyways, so then after my half-marathon (obviously a BIG improvement over my start where 1.5 miles may as well have been a half-marathon), I declined. Rapidly. So, I realized in January that this spring was going to be “catching-up” time to the rest of the running world. I mean, this past winter was an improvement for ME cause I didn’t run at all two winters ago.

So, my point in all this is that I wasn’t expecting to be fast. Or to be able to run far. I do realize that it’s April now. So technically I’ve had enough time to train for a half. I mean I COULD be farther along. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

I am just so psyched by how much better I have gotten, BETTER than I ever imagined I would be. Β And I gush about it on here! πŸ™‚

So, just to clear things up, I’m not trying to be boastful (well, maybe just a little!! I mean, I need SOMEONE to appreciate my awesome ness!!! πŸ˜‰ Just kidding…) or condescending. I am just… “alerting you all” to the facts of my running career. YEAH!! πŸ™‚ That’s what I’m doing!

How’s your running going?

A Truly Bubbly Post

So today I would like to talk a little bit about bumps.

Er, no.

Not bumps.

Like walls.

You know how people will be like, “UGH! I hit a wall in my training!” Or their school, or their job, or whatever they are having issues with.

Kinda like, a hill that they can’t get over?

Everything seems to be getting harder, or just staying the same.

Well, I can relate to that.

Because you see, this is exactly, and I mean, EXACTLY, what running is.

You start out and you stink.

So obviously from there you can only get better and better. But then, after awhile, you hit a wall, so to speak, and you don’t seem to be Β improving and it’s kinda disheartening.

You see, after my half marathon, I REALLY declined. I mean I hurt my knee so I had to take a break. So, I went from thirteen miles to three miles. And then, winter came. And unlike last year, I did run through this winter. But I hate running in the winter. And I never really get better at running during that time…

So this spring has come as a serious surprise to me.

I was expecting it to be the time to get serious, maybe shave a couple seconds off my PR, add a couple miles.

But not get fast.

I mean, YES I WANT to be fast, but I didn’t really think it would happen like this.

I guess I figured that over the years I would eventually get down to a faster pace and maybe be able to snag a scholarship for college. But, I still had three years for that.

But nope! Here I am, running fast. Running hard. Being in better shape than ever. Am I gloating? Am I glowing? I’m sorry. I just had a fantastic running day.

Okay, so here’s how it all started. Last night. I’m laying in my bed, drifting off to sleep, making plans of grandeur for my running tomorrow (which would be today). See, this is what I was thinking: “I should run nine miles tomorrow!” I kid you not. Where did I come up with the idea that I would be able to run nine miles? I have no idea. I get these weird energy spurts at night time. I am going to do one of those midnight runs some time cause I would rule.

Anyways. This morning I dragged my sugar-stupored (go away, red squiggly lines, that is TOO a word), tired self out of my comfortable, warm bed. And I did not have one single molecule inside of me that wanted to run even one mile, much less six (or nine). Β But, by the time I got to biology class, I had convinced myself that I was going to run today. Whether or not I truly wanted to. So, at two-ish I figured I might as well get it over with. So, I went.

It was a beautiful day for running. The wind was a bit strong but other than that it was great.

I knew I was running too fast but I couldn’t stop.

I even felt like I was going slow but I was running a 7 minute pace. Then I slowed to a 7:18 pace for the rest of my run. I PR’d at three miles and told myself that I could slow down now. If I had run a 9-minute pace I still would have an overall average pace of 8 minute miles. So, I “slowed down”. But I didn’t. I kept running a 7:18 pace. At one point, I was running into the wind and it picked me up and blew me BACKWARDS, but other than that the wind wasn’t that bad.

It felt awesome.

Well, I was doing it a horrible-awesome. After I finished, a satisfying-awesome. And now? An awesome-awesome.

So what are the results?

My 5K is 21:39 and my 8K is 37:36.

And this goes to show that all you need to do is get over the hill. And then, you’re home free! πŸ™‚

Rock on!