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Still Running

I took a little break from the blog while life things happened after the Marine Corps Marathon, but I'm still hitting the pavement.

I ran a Turkey Trot 5k with my brother-in-law on Thanksgiving day,

Our first race together! (And I have bed-head.)

the Brandon Half Marathon two weeks ago,

I cut that one a little too close!

the Let It Snow 5k for Girls on the Run last weekend,

I hijacked this pic of my friend Karen and her running buddy; I'm toward the back with mine.

I finally replaced my overly worn shoes with the newest Brooks Ghost (7),

At last, I get a wide shoe with good colors!

I went back to my bootcamp class this past week after a seven-month hiatus (ouch),

It's easy to smile when all the hard work's over!

I made a bike change that I've been wanting to do for a while--I sold both my road bike and my cruiser and bought a hybrid (if you ever want to know where NOT to try to sell, ask me),


I'm so excited to ride again!

and I ran (sort of) the Say No to Drugs 10k (a.k.a, the Scientology run) this morning. I was having a fantastic race for the first half, but then I started to feel a pain in my right-side abdominals, and all of a sudden I couldn't keep going. I had to pull over to the side and was practically doubled over in pain. I knew my abs were over-sore from the bootcamp workout, but I didn't think that pain would affect my run. However, I was also probably dehydrated, so I guess my muscles just seized up. I had to grab my right-side abs with both hands and stretch them vertically along my torso in order to keep moving. It was an awkward, painful, slow finish. But I had a great 5k and loved hanging out with friends afterward.

Just focus on those first three splits...

In one way, it's nice to not have a rigid marathon schedule to stick to; I can do whatever I want. But on the other hand, I struggle a bit more with accountability. Hence all the signing up for races. I'm actually surprised that I've kept up my weekly running, though my mileage is less, and I'm not running much in the mornings these days. It's been cold--like 40s--in the mornings for a while now. That's not tank-top running weather. But evening running is perfectly fine for me now. And in good news, my foot is bothering me less and less. 

With the holidays coming up and then a tonsillectomy scheduled at the start of January, I'm sure things will get off course even more, and I'll have to just accept the lack of structure and temporary break from running and working out. Mid-January, I should be rarin' to go and ready to train for spring races!

Comments

shirley said…
Bed head or not, I love the photo of you and Jonathan. "Girls on the Run" looks like a great program, have you worked with them before? I want a pair of those shoes. They look comfortable. You make me smile when you say it's cold at 40 degrees. Tonsillectomy?
Lee Davidson said…
Actually, Shirley, Anna got me involved in Girls on the Run through her former job, years ago, so I've volunteered with them a few times. And through this last event, I might have an opportunity to do more work with them. Shoes a very comfy! Yeah, yeah--I lost my Ohio blood years ago :) Tonsillectomy because I have tonsil stones, which may be the culprit of my pain for the past year+ :-/

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