Hello! I hope you like the updated look of my humble little blog! I've been wanting to change the background and spiff it up for awhile, but I haven't because - I admit this is pathetic - I was afraid the background watercolor I loved so much would disappear from my options. I figured, what's the point of having all these lovely options if you never take advantage of them? And I made the change! I also was overexcited by seeing my best friend Moe's blog awesome new look :) As usual, she inspires me.
Well, I'm exhausted and just dragging. I'm near the end of my workday, but that's mainly because I decided to push a few items off until tomorrow. (Oops! I'm still striving to be a better worker...) Why am I so tired, you ask? Because my weekend was awesome! Here's the highlights:
Friday night, Eric was still out of town (at his brother's graduation from NYU with his MBA), so I went to the outlet mall en route to Dayton. My mom joined me for awhile, then we made the remaining trip home, where we had dinner with my dad at a tasty Mexican restaurant. I ordered carnitas and they were so deliciously tender, falling apart at the slightest touch from my fork. And they came with a spicy yet refreshing tomatillo salsa. Mmmm! I stuffed myself then flipped through a few magazines before bed. Since I usually spend my weekends at Eric's apartment, it was strange to sleep at home, in my small, uncomfortable bed. Plus I'd forgotten just how loud my parents leave the tv's when they fall asleep. Oof.
Saturday, I putzed around in the morning, even sitting outside in the glorious sunlight with my book, and just as I was about to get a shower before getting Eric from the airport, my relatives from Kentucky stop by. They were in town because my uncle and my cousin are making custom cabinets for my other aunt and uncle's remodeled kitchen (it's going to be incredible, a dream kitchen). So I hung out with them for a bit, had a rushed shower, and picked Eric up from the airport. For the first time ever, there was an airport security fellow who walked up and down the curb outside the doors to the airport, telling people they were not allowed to be stopped at the curb unless their party was visible outside. Um, okay, whatever. I made 5 circuits of the airport, all at an excruciating 15 mph. Actually the slow speed made it hilarious when other cars were also circling - a parody of a car race, all of us jockeying for position in slow motion. Ha!
For the remainder of Saturday, Eric and I just relaxed. He even napped, despite his aversion to calling it a nap. Silly! We made a rather fabulous dinner on the grill - barbecued chicken breast, oven roasted potatoes & onions, and - wait for it! - cornbread! Mmmm! Sadly, the cornbread tasted a bit soapy. I wasn't sure if the mix had gone a bit rancid or if it was just some off-tasting wheat flour (my first few bites of wheat flour products often taste soapy). Regardless, I ate more than a few pieces of that cornbread over the next few days! Manning came over, we played Wii Bowling, and called it a night early on.
Sunday, I helped Eric prepare the store for a running form clinic. It was one of the first major, non-school associated events he's held in the store, and he said it went really well. There are even videos and pictures of people at the clinic on their Fbook page.
Sunday night, Eric and I trekked to Columbus for Rock on the Range, a two-day rock festival held in Columbus Crew Stadium. This event marked the first time A Perfect Circle performed live in several years. A Perfect Circle is a musical collaboration between several top artists, but what brought Eric, and in turn myself, to the band was the singer - James Maynard Keenan. He's the singer for Tool and for his more recent project, Puscifer. All three acts have tremendously different and incredibly awesome sounds. We've also seen Tool and Puscifer in the past 2 years, so we were awfully psyched for the chance to see A Perfect Circle! After enduring a band neither of us really cared for and a 40 minute stage change...A Perfect Circle came on. Ohhhhh man, I was so excited! Oddly, though, A Perfect Circle didn't allow the jumbotron screens to show their performance. Nor did they have any visual elements other than a backdrop banner (their circular logo in black on a plain banner), various colored lights, and a little bit of smoke. It's an enormous departure from the stunning visual elements of Tool and Puscifer. I was disappointed...then I realized I was so focused on the band, straining to see Maynard's outline (he doesn't like to be front and center like most singers. he typically hangs out in a back corner. but even his stance his so compelling, you're focused in on him without trying) or watching Josh Freese, the drummer, swing his arms high overhead, almost like Animal from The Muppets. It didn't matter that they didn't have movies and theatrics - they were there, they were performing, and it was awesome. So many people left during the early part of their show; obviously other people didn't feel the way I did. Probably because they hadn't come to Rock on the Range specifically for A Perfect Circle. Probably because the other bands used all sorts of visual elements - movies/images on huge screens, playing on the jumbotron screens, even shooting bursts of fire (ooo! aaaa!). Those people didn't know what they were missing! After the show, Eric performed magic. We made it out of the parking lot in about 5 minutes and were on the highway within 10 minutes. Seriously, that's magic!
With the late show in Columbus, I'd decided to take Monday morning off. I had intended to go into work in the afternoon, but, upon hearing that the owner of Red Carpet had saved us 3 spots for Monday night's special event (an extremely popular singer who could imitate numerous other artists, like Elvis or Frank Sinatra), I decided to take the whole day off. Wooooo! Sweet, sweet freedom! I spent most of the day baking things I hadn't had the chance to make last week, and spent a little bit of time outside in the sun (I have a very lobster-ish coloring to my chest, stomach and arms!). Then we fell into our usual Monday night routine - pick up Manning, go to Red Carpet, and quickly put in an order for wings and tall mugs of ice cold PBR. Mmmm! Life is good! The owner had reserved our seats with 3 nametags that all said "PBR". Apparently, we're known as PBR. And I like it! Just as the singer started his second song, the power in the entire bar went out! Severe winds and thunderstorms were sweeping across the area, remnants of the horrible storms that had caused tornadoes in Missouri earlier. The singer, who was blind, immediately quipped "Now you know what I feel like!" Ah! Hilarious and somewhat scandalous. Obviously he was comfortable with his blindness, because he kept making jokes. Let me tell you, I was so glad we had so many people in the bar with us, more than the average Monday night. Tea candles were set around the bar and the taps still worked, so we drank our PBR by candlelight in companionable darkness. :) A rare experience, but an awesome one! After 30 minutes, the power returned and the night went on. We were there until 12:30! Ah, way too late for this girl, who has to wake up at 6am to make it back to Cincy before traffic gets too crazy. It wasn't too late, though, to give Eric a surprise - I'd found cupcakes at DLM with Batman decorations! He was so excited and we both fell asleep quickly, full of PBR and happiness.
So I'm tired today, but it was from such a good weekend, I won't even think of complaining about my tiredness!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I'm Trying to Lure Spring Back to Ohio
Is it spring?
Last week, I thought it was. Plenty of sun, some breezes, bright blue skies with puffy white clouds scudding across, brilliantly green grass, a full complement of verdant green leaves on trees, little poofballs of baby ducks and geese crossing the street en route to the pond, and bursts of rain. Spring was here! And especially welcome after a particularly chilly spell the previous week.
I think Spring went a little overboard, though. The humidity shot up, so that even draped in front of a fan, I was still sweating...without even moving. Blurgh. But far more welcome than any winter weather behavior. The rain bursts morphed into monsoon season, and several days went by under entirely gray and wet skies. Blurgh again. What was Spring doing??? It's supposed to be mild, warm and sunny with a little bit of rain. Definitely not this.
Spring must have gone off to sulk, because winter came back with a vengeance. The low temps felt even colder after those few days of sun and warmth and even humidity. No sun, just rain and gray skies and oh-so-cold temps all day and night. I became a human popsicle. We don't control heat in our apartment, and it had been turned off for the year, so our apartment felt like an igloo. Probably colder. Our heater (aka the gas oven) barely helped. This was NOT spring!
The dramatic changes in season have wrecked havoc on my appetite. I'm craving my warm weather foods - fruits and vegetables at their peak, herbs, ice cream. Okay, I crave ice cream regardless of season. (speaking of ice cream, Jeni's Splendid Ice Creams has a new seasonal set out, called Ohio Loves You. I can't wait to try the Rockmill Ale + Apricots and the Rhubarb + Lime Cardamom!) I'd even filled planters with basic herbs - cilantro (for salsa and thai), mint (for fruit and thai and, if I feel brave, peas and pasta), basil (for tomatoes and thai)as well as a mini tomato plant (salsa and bruschetta) and a jalapeno plant (salsa again). Cold weather changed my tastes back to ooey-gooey cheesey dishes.
Today it's a tiny bit warmer and, at this moment, there is no rain. It's almost sunny (just get out from behind those clouds, sun!). I think Spring is returning. And hopefully it's here to stay. Because I want my herbs and fruits and veggies. I want my sun and my warmth back. I don't want to be a popsicle anymore!
To celebrate the possible return of Spring, I am making a new cookie tonight: Strawberry Shortcake Cookies from the magnificent Martha Stewart. They incorporate fresh strawberries and cream together, along with some of the fantastic and highly addictive crunchy sugar crystals on top. Mmmm! I also have a strong desire to make another batch of Alton Brown's Peach and Rhubarb Cobbler. There's tons of lime zest in the biscuit part and it just sings Spring in your mouth... And to really make my point, I'll be enjoying Rivertown Brewery's Spring Wit Beer - orange, coriander, and unfiltered wheat beer. Ahhh, perfection. Come back Spring, I'm making all your favorites!
Last week, I thought it was. Plenty of sun, some breezes, bright blue skies with puffy white clouds scudding across, brilliantly green grass, a full complement of verdant green leaves on trees, little poofballs of baby ducks and geese crossing the street en route to the pond, and bursts of rain. Spring was here! And especially welcome after a particularly chilly spell the previous week.
I think Spring went a little overboard, though. The humidity shot up, so that even draped in front of a fan, I was still sweating...without even moving. Blurgh. But far more welcome than any winter weather behavior. The rain bursts morphed into monsoon season, and several days went by under entirely gray and wet skies. Blurgh again. What was Spring doing??? It's supposed to be mild, warm and sunny with a little bit of rain. Definitely not this.
Spring must have gone off to sulk, because winter came back with a vengeance. The low temps felt even colder after those few days of sun and warmth and even humidity. No sun, just rain and gray skies and oh-so-cold temps all day and night. I became a human popsicle. We don't control heat in our apartment, and it had been turned off for the year, so our apartment felt like an igloo. Probably colder. Our heater (aka the gas oven) barely helped. This was NOT spring!
The dramatic changes in season have wrecked havoc on my appetite. I'm craving my warm weather foods - fruits and vegetables at their peak, herbs, ice cream. Okay, I crave ice cream regardless of season. (speaking of ice cream, Jeni's Splendid Ice Creams has a new seasonal set out, called Ohio Loves You. I can't wait to try the Rockmill Ale + Apricots and the Rhubarb + Lime Cardamom!) I'd even filled planters with basic herbs - cilantro (for salsa and thai), mint (for fruit and thai and, if I feel brave, peas and pasta), basil (for tomatoes and thai)as well as a mini tomato plant (salsa and bruschetta) and a jalapeno plant (salsa again). Cold weather changed my tastes back to ooey-gooey cheesey dishes.
Today it's a tiny bit warmer and, at this moment, there is no rain. It's almost sunny (just get out from behind those clouds, sun!). I think Spring is returning. And hopefully it's here to stay. Because I want my herbs and fruits and veggies. I want my sun and my warmth back. I don't want to be a popsicle anymore!
To celebrate the possible return of Spring, I am making a new cookie tonight: Strawberry Shortcake Cookies from the magnificent Martha Stewart. They incorporate fresh strawberries and cream together, along with some of the fantastic and highly addictive crunchy sugar crystals on top. Mmmm! I also have a strong desire to make another batch of Alton Brown's Peach and Rhubarb Cobbler. There's tons of lime zest in the biscuit part and it just sings Spring in your mouth... And to really make my point, I'll be enjoying Rivertown Brewery's Spring Wit Beer - orange, coriander, and unfiltered wheat beer. Ahhh, perfection. Come back Spring, I'm making all your favorites!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
But why is all the rum gone????
The name of this blog is Hops, in reference to hopping through the ups and downs of life. We hop from one thing to the next. We hop up hills and down hills. And as you've heard, I don't like running...so I'll hop along (ha!)
Okay, to be honest, I did have something along this train of thought in mind when I named my blog. Something about the ups and downs of life. But I also wanted to be light-hearted and simple. The word popped in to my head and stuck.
I also had a vague notion of talking fairly regularly about beer. Or wine. Or cocktails. Whatever drink struck my fancy. This was also around the time I was contemplating becoming a homebrewer of beer. My coworkers and I brew beer, and I'd really enjoyed it. I wanted to develop a new hobby or two and thought homebrewing was an excellent choice - I could brew AND drink AND share my brew! Fun all around! Sadly, I never purchased the requisite equipment and I'm still looking for a place I'm allowed to brew and ferment. Maybe one day I'll find it.
So the name Hops came from a philosophical approach to life and a desire to talk about beer.
And you know what? I haven't talked about beer!
So here's a few fun facts about me and beer...
*When I first began drinking, beer was not all that tasty to me. I preferred the highly carbonated and highly sugared Smirnoff Ice Triple Black (absolutely disgusting to me now) or a mixed drink (coke and vodka or rum). Before long, though, I actually began to like beer. Now I love beer. And my appreciation for different flavors of beer is constantly improving - for example, I didn't like IPAs or other hoppy beers when I initially acquired a taste for beer (cite: the inability to drink a single bottle of Stone's Arrogant Bastard between Moe and I, despite much determination to do so!)....but now I do!
*I love trying new brands and new types of beer. Especially if it's made by one of my favorite breweries (My roommate Kayleigh realized she and I continually buy different types of beer from our favorite breweries much more than other breweries. She loves Brooklyn Brewery, I love Dogfish Head, Bells, and, more recently, Rivertown Brewing Co. from Cincinnati). Sometimes I discover an awesome flavor. Other times....well, it takes awhile to drink them. On a very rare occasion, I have given my beer to someone else to finish for me or - the horror! - have thrown it out (I recall a particularly bad batch of Brooklyn Brewery's Black Imperial Stout. It was flat and metallic and absolutely abhorrent).
*Brewing is a ton of fun. Similar to cooking and baking, I really enjoy making something I can enjoy and I can share with others. It's like my personal form of magic :) Except I don't think we've brewed any beer that is magically delicious....but we might! Don't give up hope yet!
*I am NOT a beer snob, despite what Eric says. I will drink and, more importantly, enjoy and crave an icy cold PBR. I will try different beers, though, and get excited about some of them. It's not my fault if some of them are microbrews and more expensive. :) Seriously, though, I do enjoy all types of beer - microbrew, homebrew, national brewery, international...
Now, to talk about beer I've been drinking...
Yuengling Lager: Oh, the sweet glory of Yuengling! Our recent trip to Tennessee afforded Eric and I the opportunity to purchase some Yuengling and smuggle it back into Ohio, where it isn't available. I savor each and every can (sorry, I bought cans because I could get more cans for the buck), holding a mini-debate in my head to decide if the day or meal is worthy of the Yuengling. It's so perfect for summer and fall....but I'd drink it anytime! Amber colored, light, crisp, but a distinct flavor, compared to traditional American lagers like Bud Light. Add in the fact that its not available in Ohio and you understand the obsession I share with hundreds, if not thousands, of Ohioans. Rumor is that Yuengling may be sold in Ohio by 2012!!!! Of course, variants of this rumor have existed for years, but apparently there are actual news stories supporting the credibility of this momentous occasion. I can't wait! Hopefully my love for Yuengling doesn't diminish with increased availability.
Rivertown Brewery, Wit Ale: Rivertown is a local Cincy brewery (apparently we have a rich tradition - Morlein, Hudepohl, now Rivertown) that I only began seeing in stores within the last year. I tried their Brown Ale last fall and enjoyed it. So I tried their Winter Ale and loved it (which did not seem to be the shared opinion. Most people did not like it because of the strong molasses and cinnamon flavor. I think it's perfect for a winter ale.). Then I bought the sampler pack and am working my way through it (Hefewizen was too sour for my taste, but the Hop Bomber was a marvelously balanced hop and ale flavor...mmm!) Anyway, the Wit Ale is a Belgian-style white ale with orange and coriander. It made me think of Sam Adams similar type (sorry, I can't be sure of the name, but I know they have one). It's got a little heft/body to it, but not too much. That in addition to the citrus flavor make it an excellent spring beer. I think it'd be a little heavy in my stomach during the hot summer months.
21st Amendment Brewery, Bitter American: Let me tell you, I am in love with 21st Amendment brewery! I thought they could do no wrong...until I had their Fireside Chat winter ale (not my favorite...it was donated to a fellow beer aficionado). Aside from that one beer, I have thoroughly enjoyed anything else they produced. I'm incredibly eager for their summer beer (Watermelon Wheat) to come out - it's PERFECT! The Bitter American is one of their short term offerings, available for only a few weeks. It's a twist on an American Pale Ale, so its hoppy. But it also has more spices and malt than typical APA, so it has a distinctively different taste. Not spicy, not sweet, not hoppy...but a refreshing blend of all three things. It's got a little more body/heft than the Rivertown Wit Ale and I'd say it's more body than the typical APA, but it remains lighter than a dark beer. It's another good spring beer.
When I've sampled some new beers, I'll let you know! Don't say I haven't written about beer!
Oh, and as a clever ending... Bottoms Up! ;)
Okay, to be honest, I did have something along this train of thought in mind when I named my blog. Something about the ups and downs of life. But I also wanted to be light-hearted and simple. The word popped in to my head and stuck.
I also had a vague notion of talking fairly regularly about beer. Or wine. Or cocktails. Whatever drink struck my fancy. This was also around the time I was contemplating becoming a homebrewer of beer. My coworkers and I brew beer, and I'd really enjoyed it. I wanted to develop a new hobby or two and thought homebrewing was an excellent choice - I could brew AND drink AND share my brew! Fun all around! Sadly, I never purchased the requisite equipment and I'm still looking for a place I'm allowed to brew and ferment. Maybe one day I'll find it.
So the name Hops came from a philosophical approach to life and a desire to talk about beer.
And you know what? I haven't talked about beer!
So here's a few fun facts about me and beer...
*When I first began drinking, beer was not all that tasty to me. I preferred the highly carbonated and highly sugared Smirnoff Ice Triple Black (absolutely disgusting to me now) or a mixed drink (coke and vodka or rum). Before long, though, I actually began to like beer. Now I love beer. And my appreciation for different flavors of beer is constantly improving - for example, I didn't like IPAs or other hoppy beers when I initially acquired a taste for beer (cite: the inability to drink a single bottle of Stone's Arrogant Bastard between Moe and I, despite much determination to do so!)....but now I do!
*I love trying new brands and new types of beer. Especially if it's made by one of my favorite breweries (My roommate Kayleigh realized she and I continually buy different types of beer from our favorite breweries much more than other breweries. She loves Brooklyn Brewery, I love Dogfish Head, Bells, and, more recently, Rivertown Brewing Co. from Cincinnati). Sometimes I discover an awesome flavor. Other times....well, it takes awhile to drink them. On a very rare occasion, I have given my beer to someone else to finish for me or - the horror! - have thrown it out (I recall a particularly bad batch of Brooklyn Brewery's Black Imperial Stout. It was flat and metallic and absolutely abhorrent).
*Brewing is a ton of fun. Similar to cooking and baking, I really enjoy making something I can enjoy and I can share with others. It's like my personal form of magic :) Except I don't think we've brewed any beer that is magically delicious....but we might! Don't give up hope yet!
*I am NOT a beer snob, despite what Eric says. I will drink and, more importantly, enjoy and crave an icy cold PBR. I will try different beers, though, and get excited about some of them. It's not my fault if some of them are microbrews and more expensive. :) Seriously, though, I do enjoy all types of beer - microbrew, homebrew, national brewery, international...
Now, to talk about beer I've been drinking...
Yuengling Lager: Oh, the sweet glory of Yuengling! Our recent trip to Tennessee afforded Eric and I the opportunity to purchase some Yuengling and smuggle it back into Ohio, where it isn't available. I savor each and every can (sorry, I bought cans because I could get more cans for the buck), holding a mini-debate in my head to decide if the day or meal is worthy of the Yuengling. It's so perfect for summer and fall....but I'd drink it anytime! Amber colored, light, crisp, but a distinct flavor, compared to traditional American lagers like Bud Light. Add in the fact that its not available in Ohio and you understand the obsession I share with hundreds, if not thousands, of Ohioans. Rumor is that Yuengling may be sold in Ohio by 2012!!!! Of course, variants of this rumor have existed for years, but apparently there are actual news stories supporting the credibility of this momentous occasion. I can't wait! Hopefully my love for Yuengling doesn't diminish with increased availability.
Rivertown Brewery, Wit Ale: Rivertown is a local Cincy brewery (apparently we have a rich tradition - Morlein, Hudepohl, now Rivertown) that I only began seeing in stores within the last year. I tried their Brown Ale last fall and enjoyed it. So I tried their Winter Ale and loved it (which did not seem to be the shared opinion. Most people did not like it because of the strong molasses and cinnamon flavor. I think it's perfect for a winter ale.). Then I bought the sampler pack and am working my way through it (Hefewizen was too sour for my taste, but the Hop Bomber was a marvelously balanced hop and ale flavor...mmm!) Anyway, the Wit Ale is a Belgian-style white ale with orange and coriander. It made me think of Sam Adams similar type (sorry, I can't be sure of the name, but I know they have one). It's got a little heft/body to it, but not too much. That in addition to the citrus flavor make it an excellent spring beer. I think it'd be a little heavy in my stomach during the hot summer months.
21st Amendment Brewery, Bitter American: Let me tell you, I am in love with 21st Amendment brewery! I thought they could do no wrong...until I had their Fireside Chat winter ale (not my favorite...it was donated to a fellow beer aficionado). Aside from that one beer, I have thoroughly enjoyed anything else they produced. I'm incredibly eager for their summer beer (Watermelon Wheat) to come out - it's PERFECT! The Bitter American is one of their short term offerings, available for only a few weeks. It's a twist on an American Pale Ale, so its hoppy. But it also has more spices and malt than typical APA, so it has a distinctively different taste. Not spicy, not sweet, not hoppy...but a refreshing blend of all three things. It's got a little more body/heft than the Rivertown Wit Ale and I'd say it's more body than the typical APA, but it remains lighter than a dark beer. It's another good spring beer.
When I've sampled some new beers, I'll let you know! Don't say I haven't written about beer!
Oh, and as a clever ending... Bottoms Up! ;)
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Farthest I've Ever Run (aka my first 10k)
I'm not much of a runner. Until the last few years, running was a necessary evil I had to do each summer to prepare for soccer in the fall. And running was the punishment meted out at practice. Running was never good or fun. I would spend hours each day mentally persuading myself to go running, and more often than not, I would find some pathetic excuse to get out of running.
Upon graduating college, I wanted to change my perspective of running. I wanted to like it, to do it everyday (or almost everyday). My intent was to stay in some semblance of athletic shape. I have a huge fear of becoming a blob-shaped person. Ugggh.
I knew to make this drastic change in my mentality, I'd have to get excited about running. So I thought "I'll run races". I knew I wouldn't be fast - speed has never been present in me, despite numerous "acceleration" training camps I attended. I just wanted to finish the race, keep going farther and farther distances. Maybe even a marathon one day.... I mean, all the pictures of people who run marathons show people in pretty good shape, right? (Fact I found out later: There are people who don't look like runners who can run. Far. And fast.) Plus, as a bonus, I thought I could slim down my huge soccer legs.
Well, four years later, I'm still trying to change my mentality towards running. I openly admit I haven't spent four years consistently on this - I've taken a LOT of time off exercising (bad!) So far, I've reached the point where I know running is good for me, I want to do, I even write up basic training plans, and I can run more than I thought....but I still don't like running and have to convince myself to do it. Oops.
It doesn't exactly help that my boyfriend Eric and his friends are all runners. Compared to them, I run at an elephantine pace and I run such meager distances. Of course, they don't say that, but hearing them talking about doing an 8 mile training run at 6:30 pace.....I know where I stand.
And it's incredibly silly, but I also want to run because I don't want to be left behind by Eric and his friends. I may not run as fast or as far, but I can run too. Perhaps going out for runs at the same time can become a tradition. We've done it before - we run the first quarter mile together, then Eric peels off for another 6 miles much faster than I could imagine while I plod along 2 more miles back to the apartment. I want to have activities we can do together and I hope that this - something so important to Eric - can be one we share.
Hmmm, I went off on a tangent, didn't I? I was supposed to be telling you about the race I ran this past weekend...
There's a huge marathon (and all it's associated shorter races) here in Cincy called the Flying Pig. It's a big deal and tons of people, native or out-of-towners, participate in it. A few months ago, my mom signed me up to do the 10k race with her, which is 6.2 miles. My mom does a combination of walking and jogging, whereas I normally try to run the entire distance. (Side note: I am so incredibly proud of my mom for being physically active and for doing these races. I don't care if she walks, hops, roller skates, whatever - I'm impressed she's doing anything and doing it consistently. I want to be like that when I get older!) I wrote out a training plan where I'd run 3 days a week for a month or two in advance. Okay, I copied the exact training plan from Women's Health magazine where you only have to run 3 days a week and you'll optimize your weight loss (intervals, hills, that's where it's at!). I had my plan. And then I didn't follow it at all. Oops. I actually don't think I ran more than twice in the month prior to the race. Oops again. I was screwed.
Here's why I was panicked: I have never run more than 5 miles at a time in my life. And I've only done that 3 times (2 Turkey Trots and one random race this spring with Eric's elite running team). The last time I ran 5 miles, I wanted to collapse around mile 3. So how am I, without any training, going to run 6.2 miles?????
Certain I was doomed to fail, I set two basic goals for myself for the race:
1) Run the entire time. Not fast, but just keep running.
2) Try to finish around an hour. That would mean I was running a slow but steady 10 minute mile pace.
I woke up at 5:45am the morning of the race, and left Dayton with my parents at 6:30am. I tried to sleep a little more in the car, but never really dozed off. Mom and I hopped out of the car at a corner near Great American Ballpark, where the start line was situated. With 20 minutes to go, we joined the long line for the row of Port-a-Lets. With 5 minutes to go, we left the Port-a-Lets and attached ourselves to the back of a rather large crowd at the start line. And then....we were off!
After a quarter mile, I dashed off from mom, running, so as to meet goals 1 and 2. We wove out of downtown Cincy, crossed a bridge into Newport, Kentucky, ran along the main street in Newport, then turned around to run along a parallel street closer to the river (at this point, we passed a Hooters restaurant where I overheard some dudes say "There should totally be a beer stop here!"). We crossed another bridge, but, instead of heading back to Cincy (like I thought we were), we entered Covington, Kentucky and ran through it. I think I ran my strongest here because of all the people out on the side of the road, cheering us and playing music from their cars. I felt, as I rarely do when running, good. We crossed a bridge back into Cincy and, on that bridge, I ran faster than a train for a few minutes! (The train was only going about 2 miles per hour, but I was still faster!!!!) Then we wandered through a part of downtown Cincy, past our start line, and looped back around to finish on the other side of Great American Ballpark. The last mile was hard for me. I kept setting small goals - catch that person in the yellow shirt, okay now catch the lady in the blue shorts. And on each of the hills on the course, I repeated in my head "crush that hill, crush that hill". I did NOT want to walk! I wanted to meet my goals. I kicked as hard as I could when I saw that "Finish Swine". And I crossed it, head down and chugging along, at 1 hour and 2 minutes! Woooohoooooo!!!!
It was the farthest I've ever run, and I did it! I even have a medal with a pig (turn it over to see its bum!) to prove it!
Now I need to get on my training plan.... I can run some more races up in Dayton to get participation points for Eric's elite team. And hopefully I can get into better shape. And maybe, just maybe, I can start to want to run :) It's gotta be a positive feedback loop, right?
Upon graduating college, I wanted to change my perspective of running. I wanted to like it, to do it everyday (or almost everyday). My intent was to stay in some semblance of athletic shape. I have a huge fear of becoming a blob-shaped person. Ugggh.
I knew to make this drastic change in my mentality, I'd have to get excited about running. So I thought "I'll run races". I knew I wouldn't be fast - speed has never been present in me, despite numerous "acceleration" training camps I attended. I just wanted to finish the race, keep going farther and farther distances. Maybe even a marathon one day.... I mean, all the pictures of people who run marathons show people in pretty good shape, right? (Fact I found out later: There are people who don't look like runners who can run. Far. And fast.) Plus, as a bonus, I thought I could slim down my huge soccer legs.
Well, four years later, I'm still trying to change my mentality towards running. I openly admit I haven't spent four years consistently on this - I've taken a LOT of time off exercising (bad!) So far, I've reached the point where I know running is good for me, I want to do, I even write up basic training plans, and I can run more than I thought....but I still don't like running and have to convince myself to do it. Oops.
It doesn't exactly help that my boyfriend Eric and his friends are all runners. Compared to them, I run at an elephantine pace and I run such meager distances. Of course, they don't say that, but hearing them talking about doing an 8 mile training run at 6:30 pace.....I know where I stand.
And it's incredibly silly, but I also want to run because I don't want to be left behind by Eric and his friends. I may not run as fast or as far, but I can run too. Perhaps going out for runs at the same time can become a tradition. We've done it before - we run the first quarter mile together, then Eric peels off for another 6 miles much faster than I could imagine while I plod along 2 more miles back to the apartment. I want to have activities we can do together and I hope that this - something so important to Eric - can be one we share.
Hmmm, I went off on a tangent, didn't I? I was supposed to be telling you about the race I ran this past weekend...
There's a huge marathon (and all it's associated shorter races) here in Cincy called the Flying Pig. It's a big deal and tons of people, native or out-of-towners, participate in it. A few months ago, my mom signed me up to do the 10k race with her, which is 6.2 miles. My mom does a combination of walking and jogging, whereas I normally try to run the entire distance. (Side note: I am so incredibly proud of my mom for being physically active and for doing these races. I don't care if she walks, hops, roller skates, whatever - I'm impressed she's doing anything and doing it consistently. I want to be like that when I get older!) I wrote out a training plan where I'd run 3 days a week for a month or two in advance. Okay, I copied the exact training plan from Women's Health magazine where you only have to run 3 days a week and you'll optimize your weight loss (intervals, hills, that's where it's at!). I had my plan. And then I didn't follow it at all. Oops. I actually don't think I ran more than twice in the month prior to the race. Oops again. I was screwed.
Here's why I was panicked: I have never run more than 5 miles at a time in my life. And I've only done that 3 times (2 Turkey Trots and one random race this spring with Eric's elite running team). The last time I ran 5 miles, I wanted to collapse around mile 3. So how am I, without any training, going to run 6.2 miles?????
Certain I was doomed to fail, I set two basic goals for myself for the race:
1) Run the entire time. Not fast, but just keep running.
2) Try to finish around an hour. That would mean I was running a slow but steady 10 minute mile pace.
I woke up at 5:45am the morning of the race, and left Dayton with my parents at 6:30am. I tried to sleep a little more in the car, but never really dozed off. Mom and I hopped out of the car at a corner near Great American Ballpark, where the start line was situated. With 20 minutes to go, we joined the long line for the row of Port-a-Lets. With 5 minutes to go, we left the Port-a-Lets and attached ourselves to the back of a rather large crowd at the start line. And then....we were off!
After a quarter mile, I dashed off from mom, running, so as to meet goals 1 and 2. We wove out of downtown Cincy, crossed a bridge into Newport, Kentucky, ran along the main street in Newport, then turned around to run along a parallel street closer to the river (at this point, we passed a Hooters restaurant where I overheard some dudes say "There should totally be a beer stop here!"). We crossed another bridge, but, instead of heading back to Cincy (like I thought we were), we entered Covington, Kentucky and ran through it. I think I ran my strongest here because of all the people out on the side of the road, cheering us and playing music from their cars. I felt, as I rarely do when running, good. We crossed a bridge back into Cincy and, on that bridge, I ran faster than a train for a few minutes! (The train was only going about 2 miles per hour, but I was still faster!!!!) Then we wandered through a part of downtown Cincy, past our start line, and looped back around to finish on the other side of Great American Ballpark. The last mile was hard for me. I kept setting small goals - catch that person in the yellow shirt, okay now catch the lady in the blue shorts. And on each of the hills on the course, I repeated in my head "crush that hill, crush that hill". I did NOT want to walk! I wanted to meet my goals. I kicked as hard as I could when I saw that "Finish Swine". And I crossed it, head down and chugging along, at 1 hour and 2 minutes! Woooohoooooo!!!!
It was the farthest I've ever run, and I did it! I even have a medal with a pig (turn it over to see its bum!) to prove it!
Now I need to get on my training plan.... I can run some more races up in Dayton to get participation points for Eric's elite team. And hopefully I can get into better shape. And maybe, just maybe, I can start to want to run :) It's gotta be a positive feedback loop, right?
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