I haven’t been here since April!?

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So I think this has been my hardest marathon training cycle so far. YES. I know April was a long time ago and I haven’t updated at all. I committed to traveling and seeing some shit this year so the expense was quality training for Hartford and New York. Smashing my knee in June put me out of sprinting and stretching my right side IT band area for almost 2 months. Weird tendinitus from all the walking in London, Scotland, and New York also put me back two weeks. Anyway New York is still on and I’m feeling ready. Finally!

Six weeks. Three of peak and 3 of taper. Update soon!

How Do Ladies Do This Shit Without a Functional Bra?

It is very distracting to do yoga on the beach in an actual bathing suit. Minus the wave dilemma, the sports bra was a better experience. Thank god I was the only person on the whole beach. I’m not willing to say there were boobs in my experience or not, I’m just saying how can you be mindful of a pose when a nip is about to pop out?

Mid upward facing dog, trying to open that chest and get a little back bend, then it gets cut short because oh god there is a boob! Again, just using my imagination. Totally have no idea what that would be like. I mean barely even have boobs anyway.

Ladies are on Instagram in their teeeeeenie tiny little bras and thongs, and I had a full coverage bathing suit and was wildly uncomfortable.

This concludes my yoga on the beach series. Will I try it again? Sure. Probably. Maybe with a mat, maybe on another beach. Hey! Maybe I will hit Long Island Sound this summer and do some yoga and see what happens. Maybe more clothes. Hope you enjoyed me being stupid. I love yoga, and I love the beach.

Until then, you’ll be able to catch me at my yoga studios, and you’ll even catch me at the park this summer! And FYI, I’ll be fully dressed.

Other funny experiences coming soon anyway at Crossfit, and the beginning of marathon training. Namaste.

Waves are Rowdy, Sand is Hot, I Need a Mat.

I’m going to tell you right now that beach yoga and photography made me feel foolish. Just in case you haven’t caught that yet. My experience made me feel like I was unreasonable. I mean it was a nice quiet beach and I had nowhere else to be. I’ll admit the photography wasn’t necessary. At all. I have one great video where I’m flowing and huge wave came up and I had to chase it to get my phone before it drowned. With that, I leave you with this:

 

I Would Show You a “Fancy” Pose, but I’m Dying

I love looking at other people’s complicated and sophisticated yoga poses on the beach. Show me how bendy you really are. I think it’s so cool! Obviously the physical part of yoga is just a small piece of a bigger puzzle. Therefore, I can’t compare myself to others based on their physical practice. It’s not healthy. Sometimes we all do it anyway. I think. I DO have funny stories of me doing stupid shit that prohibits me from obtaining ultimate bendiness. Let me tell you about it.

Anyway. Here is my warrior 2 with eagle arms, and that’s because from jumping on the bed and sleeping funny and sitting on airplanes, my shoulders actually felt like they were going to pop. After a huge long $50 90 minute Mexican massage, I still had a knot the size of Montana next to my spine were I landed in bed-jumping a few days prior. I may never actually jump on a bed again.

I DO win extra yoga points in my head for attempting to cure this horrible problem by breathing into that knot and acknowledging that ignoring it will not help. Always pay attention when shit hurts. I learned that the hard way. Also knew attempting a pose I’m not ready would be silly.

Can you hold poses like warrior 2 with strength, love and integrity? That to me, is good yoga. Can you notice what makes you uncomfortable and accept it? That’s what’s up.

Next Class is 12pm at http://www.igniteyogact.com

Beach Yoga: So Many Of My Favorite Poses Are Sitting On My Bottom

I feel like my last post was pretty insightful. Now let’s get a little silly, but still realistic.

A towel never would have withstood the wind, and I didn’t even mess with attempting to bring a mat on the plane.

One of the problems I encountered during my beach flow is I just really wanted to lay down and flop around. I will mention something about waves in another post- but the sand was WAY too hot.

Too hot for my feet, never mind if I was going to try sitting down for a forward fold or butterfly. All poses that I would have liked to do sitting down, had to be attempted standing up. This includes getting kinks out from sitting on airplanes to get to Mexico City and then to the beach.

The conclusion and point is, my practice usually includes me rolling on the floor in my sweats, so in this way beach yoga was not good for my low-key (maybe sometimes lazy…) yoga lifestyle.

Come practice with me Wednesday’s 6:30, Sunday’s at 12pm @ http://www.igniteyogact.com

Run to Explore: Mexico City

There are a lot of reasons to run. I’m not training for anything right now- all I have to do is run to see some shit. It’s glorious.

My first day running in Mexico… It was dark at 6-6:30. At the hotel the front door was guarded with a gate, a security guard, and two cops on the street. I had one foot out the door so I took off. The buildings are beautiful plus my favorite thing to do when I travel anywhere is run and watch the sunrise.

I have a list of things to do when I run in sketchy neighborhoods. This includes blowing snot rockets if someone gets too close, keeping my phone in my bra, huffing/puffing/looking more like I’m having a heart attack than I really am, or just running faster.

When I lived in Worcester and ran- I would do sprints past the crack heads who would try to say inappropriate things or grab me on Main Street. This was until I decided to re-route all my runs to NOT go I that area. Needless to say- none of that happened in Mexico City.

Ran a shorter amount the first day because I had no idea how much we will walk, plus I didn’t sleep so hot and my neck hurt. Saw a homeless guy’s dick while he was peeing in some flowers. Cute old ladies planting flowers, a bunch of people walking to work. Regular city. Lots of runners too.

High altitude and pollution made it a little weird and hard to run. New York marathon will be a breeze compared to this. Took pics at street corners because otherwise how do we differentiate running adventure pictures and tourist pictures? I’ll blog about these adventures later- topics include why I love running alone on vacation and top ways to stay safe running in the hood. Running in a cool place still makes me feel better that I didn’t qualify for Boston this year. Running around Mexico City in solitude is a win, too.

During my hot bus trip to and from the pyramids I sat next to a very nice woman from Panama. She was an English professor at a University and was doing some site seeing before a conference.

She told me about the angel of revolution sculpture downtown, along with a picture of the angel from her hotel room. “Here is my bed, here is my feet, the tv, and a view of the angel looking at me through the window! What a view!” She showed me the World Cup soccer balls, and her selfie with the ball from Panama. She had come to Mexico City alone and her family was a little nervous for her, too. Either way, she told me to go see the Reforma if I had a chance.

Considering my most recent run was a little sketch, as was my solo walk the night before, I decided to head for a different part of town.

I ran from my hotel around 6:15am. This time the gate wasn’t across my hotel door. Good sign. I opened maps, didn’t see anyone’s penis, same amount of police presence, and headed for downtown. I think in retrospect the shiny District would have been a little more comfortable for a hotel.

The buildings were SO shiny. How many times can I use the word “shiny” in this post? The soccer balls were beautiful too. It took me an extra mile of getting lost on wrong streets to get there, but three miles in I took a halftime to stop and look. Didn’t find USA. Feel a little stupid about that but I looked at each corner and Jess was waiting for me to get breakfast.

I loved running in Mexico City.

Beach Yoga Lesson 1: Find Stability When Something Is Slipping Out From Under You

 

If you want to read my beach yoga insights- cool! As always, I like to share my good, bad, and funny thoughts about stuff. I love yoga. BUT I like to keep it real. I have the words “Hold your ground” tattooed across my belly. Those are Gorilla Biscuits lyrics about being yourself even if it means you don’t find in with everyone. This post is about holding my ground physically in sand but also in terms of sharing this experience with people. I tried yoga on the beach this week in Mexico.

Practicing beach yoga for me was more uncomfortable than running in downtown Mexico City at 6am. This blog will always be more of the tone “This is what I’m up to. Here is what I’m learning and I want it to help you!” Rather than “Look at what I can do!”

As you can see- I am wearing a bathing suit! My personal practice I like to roll around in my sweatpants (more on that in a later blog), but yes I am a female who likes to wear a bathing suit at the beach! Actually, I’ll talk more about that later too! Cool!

Of course being a relatively shy, married, and personally conservative low-key person I had to decide whether or not it was something I wanted to post. I’m going with “yes.” For a few reasons. First, I just have a regular kind of athletic body and I’m not a stick. I don’t have a six pack. My spirit animal is a bowling ball. I like eating food. Secondly, it’s not like I’m in the studio wearing my bikini. That would be weird and I hate that idea.

Before I know it I’m in a weird freshly-dug grave-looking/sized hole. I don’t know why but I found this to be ironic and funny.

I have a brand new respect for people who can do inversions in the sand. Especially if it’s hot, and definitely if there are waves! That shit is hard to do! I can’t do a hand stand yet, and even holding down dog in the sand which tricky.

Inversions have kind of been on my to-do list beautiful so who knows. Maybe one summer I’ll have a handstand in the blue waves. Or not. Honestly who cares?

In all seriousness it was interesting to find foundation and stability when something is literally moving out from under me. Especially when I was also hot, uncomfortable, and the sun was starting to burn a little. Hold the pose, finish the sequence? Or say, “Fuck it I knew I’d hate this. Let me sit by the pool and run in the morning!”

That translates into life like most of the stuff on my mat. What subtle adjustments can you make when you feel unstable in your life? Whether it’s physical like changing your routine, or immediate like taking a deep breathe in a moment?

Sometimes a voice inside my head makes me feel corny like “What business do YOU have doing yoga and showing people? You’re not that bendy and you look weird. Don’t share those pictures keep your practice private.”

So physically yes it was hard to hold poses at the beach. Mentally it was challenging to stick to the idea that it was OK to share something like this with people. If you like doing something, or you’re trying something new or challenging – I say share it with people.

Running Goals Now that I’m Feeling Better- Hartford Half and (Oooh yeah!) NEW YORK CITY

I will be playing Andrew WK in my head for the next 5 months.

Annnyway!

So I’ve had a few great runs! My fitness and speed aren’t what they were – but hopefully everything bounces back quickly.

Feels like coming back from hamstring is going to be 🔥🔥🔥! Thinking goal for hartford half 1:27. Goal for NYC maybe 3:10-3:15. I don’t believe this is an easy course but with enough prep, timing, recovery, rest- it’s doable. 22 week plan for NYC.

June first starts “real” training, a two week site seeing break in Scotland (mileage moderate no speed/intensity work or 12+ milers) another “off” week or two for trail Ragnar in August.

Mini taper for Hartford half marathon October and full three week taper for November. Have to account for getting very busy at school and peaking when shit starts to hit the fan at work.

I wrote 2 whole blogs about running in Mexico City and one of them disappeared and I’m pissed.

Have a good week!

Caught TWO friends to go out for a 14 mile Sunday long run in my favorite corner of CT. NOW WE ARE BASICALLY A RUN CLUB. My friend ran his longest run ever!

So far for run club names we got “Bad Decisions” and “Punishers.” I am taking suggestions for run club names! Brief summary of interests include: complaining about running then running anyway, procrastinating, trying not to die, killing/wasting time, beers (if you know me you know I like my recovery beers in the shower- can’t speak for them), dinner, tacos, Big Macs (that’s all Billy), dinner, punk bands.
I knew I had to go between 14-16 today, and Billy already ran a 12 so he was good for 14. I talk about Nate on a semi-regular basis because he’s been my running buddy for a while now- we trained together last year and ran the Ragnar together. He also used to own the first Crossfit I went to in Hartford- Nor’easter. Billy and his wife are my friends at Triton. After showing interest in my last few races, he signed up for the Providence marathon too! As did Nate. Billy hasn’t been doing long runs yet so he’s more optimistic about everything in general- even when he’s adjusting to the higher mileage which can be painful. Then again, I am adjusted and parts of the run are painful for me (attn: right thigh, right ankle, right IT band, right hammie.)
They are both full time workers and busy cool amazing dads- so understandably it can be hard to get a run in with three tight schedules. Even though running in the winter is aggravating as fuck (although it is better with some daylight now!) they’ve also both shown interest in really racing something maybe in the fall- and I believe they could both easily qualify for Boston if they have a good 18 week cycle with speed work and mid-tempos (almost impossible with ice and snow) and run a nice fall race.
So those are my current long-distance running friends this season! Long runs with friends are great because they go by faster. Another favorite past long-run was with Melanie and Alison from Alison’s house to the brewery when they were training for the Hamptons and I was training for Lehigh. Sometimes it’s nice to zone out to music or a podcast- but running adventures and joy really come with pals. I run better races when I do fun runs.
That being said, this course was literally a walk in multiple parks but it was definitely no walk in the park (haha.)  AND our conversational pace around multiple huge mountains with 2-3 climbs on it ended at 14 miles with 8:51/min mile pace. YEA!!
If you’ve been following my Instagram or my running journeys the past few years you’d also know I LOVE Hubbard park, Ragged Mountain, and the creepy forests, graveyards, farms, resevoirs, and orchards in between. SO many ghost stories and urban legends. Just last week Nate and I agreed that Hubbard park has the creepiest woods in the state. And he mountain biked all over the place for years so I feel like he’s a good validator of that statement. Maybe somewhere near Dudleytown is creepier. I’ll talk more about that some other day.
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So this was our course. I was just so happy to not be running on the goddamn Farmington trail. I am SO sick of it. I have the whole freaking thing memorized from New Haven to Avon. I ran it ALL summer. 18 weeks. Just about every 12 miler and longer. That’s 3 times a week I would run various legs. Fuck. Anywhere between Skiff street in Hamden and the Southington dog park I could tell you which tree is what mile, how far we went, how fast we are going (without my phone), where the slight hills are, my favorite intersections, where I got hit by cars, point out the worst porta-potty in the state, you get the idea. That will also be discussed this summer I’m SURE.
SO I was having the time of my life site-seeing mountains, snow, trees, houses, birds, all those other things I mentioned. After I ran the 16 miler through New Haven before Austin and had a blast I knew mapping runs and site-seeing were parts of the journey that made running fun for me. Nate was NOT having a good time and getting stressed out because we were running on several main roads with kind of a lot of traffic. Also respectable. That being said I’ve been hit by TWO cars on the linear trail in crosswalks and ZERO times on the shoulders of highways. So there’s that. We’ll have to hash that out when the snow melts and the trails are acceptable.

Lastly- my friend Billy PR’d his running distance. He’d been growing as an athlete with normal marathon challenges- his shoes, running form, winter training in ice and darkness, transitioning from Crossfit, and now is the part where for the next 3-4 weeks he’s going to be running further then he’s ever ran before. That can be a lot. Every new season the first cycle of long runs seem impossible and I definitely remember my first 15 miler! All of them really. So here he is- victorious! We are watching Nate running longer because his Garmin was .2 miles short of our iPhones (haha but now Nate’s outnumbered so I don’t have to over run.) Now it is time for a recovery beer. 9 weeks til Providence!

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