September52011

Lost weekend….

It was a Lost Weekend in a couple of ways.

First: I think with the crazy adrenaline rush of school starting a day earlier than I’d planned, set me up for exhaustion. I know I make it look easy, but it is hard¬†to teach when you’re not planning on it.

On top of that, I taught two Spinning classes and a Pilates on Tuesday night, did school all day Wednesday and got called to sub a body sculpting class before my Spinning class that night. By the time Thursday rolled around, I was a mess: exhausted, run-down and definitely coming down with something.

I subbed out my Friday night Spin so I could get up at an unholy hour on Saturday to run a 10K in Harlingen.

Problem was, I didn’t have an address, just the location. When I googled “Harlingen Sports Complex,” the top hit was “Harlingen Sports Center.” I figured it was an honest mistake.

Unfortunately, the address led me to an abandoned warehouse area in the heart of the still-sleepy city. It was the sports center, all right, but not where I was supposed to be.

Unsure where the heck the actual place was, I headed out to the Harlingen Soccer Complex, with the naive hope I would encounter my destination nearby. I mean, they zone stuff together, right? Apparently not in Harlingen.

There were dozens of soccer families filling the parking lot and the smell of wood-fired barbecue filled the air. It smelled like towns in interior Mexico and made me nostalgic for those places.

Not wanting to waste the moment, I decided to run my own damned 10K. No $20 registration fee or crappy T-shirt, but it was OK.

I set up my iPod with the Nike chip (runners: this is a great invention for motivation and keeping track of your progress) for a 10K and began plodding along the semi-paved trail that encircled the vast complex.

The worst part about running, for me, is the boredom. As in, “are we there yet?” I knew if I ran circles around the park, I would get bored and quit. So, I ventured out onto the bike lane on the road and ran a mile or so to a traffic signal and ran back.¬†

It felt like forever, but eventually I finished. It wasn’t a particularly stellar time, but I was glad to have finished. I’m supposed to be running a half-marathon next month in Austin, but I have doubts I will do it. May wait until December for the Fiesta Marathon in McAllen and do a half then.

I need more time to train.

Meanwhile, though, I have spent the past two days blowing my nose and hope that come tomorrow, I will actually be ready for school this time.

May102011

I am crazy or something.

Ran 5 miles at noon today (in the 90s). Then taught Spinning and Pilates this evening.

Trying to get ready for Beach to Bay relay next weekend in Corpus.

Eeesh.

Meanwhile, I am in the midst of finals week and starting the miniterm (***JOSH, you need to return “Sad Song of the Yellow Skin” ASAP, please.***)

After that, it is three months of working out and coming up with stuff to do.

The fall is going to be hellish. Gonna enjoy it while I can.

April102011
In Austin yesterday morning. Me (on the left), Yvonne and Adriana, ran the Shape Diva Dash. Three-mile obstacle course run. Doesn’t sound too bad, but to this flatlander, the hills here almost killed me. We had to walk across a rope, climb ropes, run through tires and rebound from a half-dozen inner tubes covered with trampoline — in the water (utter hell). It was a lot of fun. Legs are still sore today. Making the drive home in a few hours….

In Austin yesterday morning. Me (on the left), Yvonne and Adriana, ran the Shape Diva Dash. Three-mile obstacle course run. Doesn’t sound too bad, but to this flatlander, the hills here almost killed me. We had to walk across a rope, climb ropes, run through tires and rebound from a half-dozen inner tubes covered with trampoline — in the water (utter hell). It was a lot of fun. Legs are still sore today. Making the drive home in a few hours….

February62011

another post about a run. skip if this ain’t yo’ thing.

Ran my second 10K yesterday. It went much better than the first, mainly because I had an idea of what to expect. Secondly, it was an out and back course and in the city where I live, so I knew the route well.

The morning was cold: in the 30s, so I prepared by wearing a hat, gloves, long-sleeved jersey and a shirt under it, along with running tights. Had a major kickass mix on the iPod and felt ready.

A bunch of high school boys from Edcouch-Elsa’s Junior ROTC were next to me. Their coach led cheers and chants and their enthusiasm was contagious. Flags from other ROTC groups fluttered in the cool wind.

Everything started off well, but by Mile 2, my iPod died. Maybe it was the cold and it went on strike. I didn’t want to fool around with it too much because I was trying to beat my time from the last time.

I gave up on music and settled for the ROTC kids’ cheers and encouragement to each other.

At 5 miles, my left knee started hurting, but I figured it had to do with the cold, so I just pushed.

Got into the stadium at Mile 6 and was a little disappointed that 60 minutes had already passed. That was my goal.

I crossed the finish line at 1:04 minutes, shattering my previous time of 1:08. Hopefully, next time, I’ll shear off four more minutes.

The other thing that kept me motivated is that I have a pretty big birthday coming up on Saturday and I wanted to ring out the old year in style. And I did.

:)

January82011

crushed that like a bug (sorta)

Ran my first 10K this morning. That’s 6.2 miles for you non-metric types. It was the farthest I’ve ever gone. From Port Isabel, over the longest goddamned causeway on earth (complete with a 1.5-mile incline) and over to South Padre Island.

On paper, it sounds pretty easy. I mean, I’ve been there, done that with 5K’s, how hard could a 10K be?

It was. I’ll admit to having walked in a few spots, mainly because my head was shouting, “Hey, dumbass, you are only halfway there!”

Around the 4-4.5 mile mark, “I was like, ‘fuck this. Why did I sign up for this?’”

But then as you round the final bend, I got a kick and ran faster. I heard this guy behind me coaching his son, and it was inciting me to follow along.

I finished in an hour, 8 minutes, which is pretty respectable.

And, mercifully, the weather was perfect.

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