running week of 3/20

Last week I added some new moves to my lifting routine and was sore all weekend. I read this article in a sponsored post by Runner’s World about doing burpees, and even though the article was a little silly, it made me want to do burpees. (Realization: burpees are hard.) I also did some additional squats and jumps (see “LEG DAY” below) so my long run Saturday ended up being a shorter run.

Monday: weights (mostly upper body) + treadmill 4 @ 8:37. I did 6×400 (best split: 1.48; worst: 1:54)
Tuesday: 6 @ 9:06. My splits were kinda fun: 9:37, 9:15, 9:15, 8:56, 8:56, 8:37. (But I was trying to run as a progression so…)
Wednesday: weights (mostly lower). I’d planned a PM run but scrapped it at the last minute.
Thursday: 6 @ 8:56
Friday: weights (LEG DAY) + 30 burpees + treadmill 2 @ 8:50
Saturday: 8.7 @ 9:33. I was sore and tired from the week so this ended up being a more leisurely run than usual. I stopped to talk to a friend, stopped to use the bathroom. I’d planned on running 10 but ran out of time before swim lessons (again) and I was perfectly content with stopping early.
Sunday: 30 burpees

TOTAL: 26ish

We’re leaving town Thursday for just two nights, and we’re cramming in a lot of stuff in just a couple of days (mostly driving) so I probably won’t run while we’re gone.

That’s it!

Running week of 3/13

Last week was a “rebuilding” week after taking eight days off due to illness. I felt a little rusty and only ran ~22 miles but I’m pretty much back to my 100% this week (emphasis on my).

Monday: weights + treadmill 2 @ 8:54. Groggy AF.
Tuesday: 6 @ 9:09. I ran watchless (but tracked on runkeeper) as a sort of fitness test and was pleased to find I could still run.
Wednesday: AM weights + PM 4.8 @ 8:42. I ran down to our local Runner’s Forum from my house for a group run/homebrew tutorial/Brooks shoe demo. I ran in the Brooks Launch and they were okay but Definitely Not Kinvaras. I had an Irish stout, a green cupcake and a slice of pizza. I also got a fun copper mug from Brooks and a Great Fermentations pint glass I won in a raffle! Aaaand then I had to run home carrying them in my hands like some kind of super ambitious lush. (8:56 average :P)
Thursday: Unplanned rest day. I hosted a playdate at my house that involved nine toddlers and a lot of buttercream frosting and I never got around to running.
Friday: weights + 3 @ 9:05.
Saturday: 5.8 @ 8:47. I wanted to run longer Saturday but I ran out of time before the kids’ swim lessons so I just ran faster. Really proud of these splits: 9:23, 9:04, 8:51, 8:44, 8:30, 8:01.
Sunday: REST

I kinda feel like I should apologize/acknowledge that my running log of pitiful ~6 milers is the boringest ass blog ever but I’m not smart enough to offer any technical insight and I’m having trouble coming up with anything even remotely funny or profound so what I end up doing is just logging miles. I did however, do 6x400s today and I am also culling together a race schedule for the rest of the year that includes a few goal races and a few fun runs:

  • 10 miler: April 8 (Just because it’s cheap and I want to do a race.)*
  • Pride 5k: May 20*
  • Noblesville 10k: May 27 (I haven’t done a 10k since 2013 and I have almost no chance for a PR but I want to see if I can come close.)
  • Monumental Mile: June 1 (This is a big maybe. I don’t want to spent 20+ bucks to crappily race a mile a few days after racing a 10k.)
  • Zionsville Half: June 11 (Only 40 bucks!)
  • Hops ‘n’ Flip Flops 5k: August 19 (Mostly a beer thing.)
  • Indy Half: Oct 7 (In which I will try not to race.)*
  • Monumental Half: Nov 4 (GOAL RACE)*

*I’ve actually registered for these. 😛

So for those who like to read race reports from average runners, your content is forthcoming.

Week of 1/2 and 1/9

We prepped for freezing rain Friday (and by “prepped” I mean “bought a ton of alcohol”) but surface temperatures stayed above freezing and it didn’t rain as much as predicted so we lucked out. But you never regret buying too much alcohol.

I luv u aldi

I meant to get over here early in the week to do my training report but I never got around to it and now the week is over so I’m gonna have to drop the last two weeks on you again.

Last week was pretty uneventful. The weekend was rough. Codie has been cutting her 2-year molars for what seems like weeeeeks and she woke up every couple of hours Saturday and Sunday night. Lucky for all of us she has been sleeping a lot better this week *knock on wood*. (Except for last night when she was awake from 2-3:30 a.m. for no apparent reason…guh.)

Sunday 1/1: 3 @ 9:47 (outside) I usually don’t run Sundays but I felt obligated to run on the first day of the year to prove that I wasn’t too hungover to do it.
Monday 1/2: lifted things; climbed 60 stories on the stairclimber and sweat approximately 300 gallons.
Tuesday 1/3: 6 @ 9:42 (outside) I did a progression that I am pretty freaking proud of: 10:26, 10:06, 9:55, 9:36, 9:23, 8:46, 8:18! And my heel didn’t hurt afterward which makes me even happier.
Thursday 1/5: 5 @ 10:04 (outside). There were a couple inches of snow on the ground, which I was prepared for, but I was underdressed (I was thinking it was going to be more of a warm, early-winter snow rather than a frigid, dead of winter snow) and even after I was back inside, I could not get warm. I had a hot coffee and then resorted to a hot bath in the middle of the day, much to the bewilderment of my kids.

My eyeballs are frozen.

Friday 1/6: weights + 2 @ 9:17
Saturday: 1/7: 6 @ 9:06. I was hoping to make this a longer run but I was on the treadmill and exhausted from a weekend of no sleep and totally wasn’t feeling it. Probably started out a little fast too.

Total: 22 miles

This week I set an arbitrary goal of 30 miles and accomplished that, but it probably won’t happen again.

Monday: weights + 2 @ 9:18
Tuesday: 6.35 @ 9:27 progression.
Wednesday: Weights + 2. I know I ran, but I forgot to log it in Runkeeper. I can’t imagine it was anything extraordinary.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thursday: Double run day! I ran 8×400 @ 1:59 (with .25 recovery jogs) on the treadmill in the morning for a total of 5.25 and then went out for a group run in the evening (5.3 @ 10:47). Day’s total: 10.55. I would actually have liked to have done a couple more of the 400s but it was unbearably hot in the gym that morning (some freak HVAC thing) and I was ready to throw up and pass out. On top of that, there is NO COLD RUNNING WATER anywhere in the gym (except the water fountains) so after sweating buckets I had to take a hot shower. It was really gross, you guys.(I usually don’t shower at the gym but I had to be somewhere right after.)
Friday: 3 @ 9:39. Friday was a lifting day but I skipped most of the leg stuff so I could still run.
Saturday: A brutal 8.1 @ 10:05 on the treadmill. My pace doesn’t look that bad, but that doesn’t include the multiple times I paused the treadmill to stretch and drink water and then check my phone just to put off starting back up again. It was awful, you guys. My legs were trashed from the heavy running week and if we’re being honest I was a little hungover. At mile 7, I decided I was done – 30 miles be damned – but then I sat down, drank some water and stretched again and decided I could suffer through one more mile.***

Total: 32 miles!


I haven’t run a 30 mile week since last May and I don’t plan on doing it again any time soon. With my current schedule and lifting routine, it’s really not sustainable long-term. I’d have to drop a lifting day or do a double every week and I just don’t see that happening consistently.


I’ve been running outside a little more and my heel seems to be cooperating. Sometimes it’s a little stiff in the evenings but the rolling takes care of it. I’d like to get to where I’m running outside exclusively but since the treadmill is so much easier on my heel, I’ll probably ease back in that direction gradually. I’m probably going to do a St. Patrick’s half  marathon in March, I found a code for 10% off. I still need to choose and register for a February 5k.

***So yeah, due to shitty math and forgetting to log my mileage in runkeeper  I thought I was only at 21.9 for the week, which is why I insisted on running 8.1 miles on the treadmill when I was feeling like garbage. I could have run 6.1 and still hit 30 for the week. But…since I’m probably doing a half in March, it’s not a terrible idea to commit to long runs again. 😀

Last week’s running

Last week was pretty light on the mileage since the kids and I were both sick, but I ended up with a couple of decent workouts and don’t feel like the whole week went to waste.

Sunday, Monday and Tuesday: Nothing. Not even walking.
Wednesday: 4.85 @ 8:49. Heh, I overdid it a little. I was excited to run again after a few days off and a local running store was holding a group run to let people try new models of Sauconys. I ran from my house to the store and then did three with the group (in the new Kinvara 7s and they were glooooorious!) and then ran home. Bonus: the running store had water, Gatorade, beer, fruit, and sandwiches from Jimmy Johns, AND a couple people I knew were there so it was a good time. (Side note: I’ve lived here for 10 years but it’s hard making friends when you’re in your 30s. Also, I’m something of an introvert so I have to balance my desire to have friends with my aversion to interacting with strangers. Basically, the novelty of running into people I actually know has not worn off yet.)
Thursday: Weights. I spent a while doing my hamstring PT exercises before my workout and then did a nice long slow weight routine. I even sort of enjoyed it.
Friday: weights + 3.3 @ 9:50. I went to the gym with the intention of just lifting but after my workout I impulsively decided to go outside for a quick run. I didn’t have my Garmin so I just ran by feel, which was interesting since I never, ever do that. My pace was pretty much what I thought it would be.
Saturday: I got up at 6 a.m. to run but Codie woke up at 6:15 (after also waking up at 2 and 4:30) and I was really tired so I stayed home with her and pushed my run back to Sunday.
Sunday: 10 @ 9:26. I slept in and headed out for my run at around 7:30 a.m. I was feeling ambitious so I threw in four miles at HMP for good measure (9:04, 8:57, 8:47, 8:58). It was a bit cooler Sunday and I had an absolutely fantastic time. Real hints of fall! SOON.

Total: 18 miles

I have two more weekends before the half but this weekend we are camping at a blues fest (SANS CHILDREN and OMG I am SO EXCITED [obligatory statement about how I love my children]). I want to do some longer runs this week because I know if I run at all this weekend, it’ll be short, and probably hungover. I’d like to do a 12 mile run before the race but this isn’t my goal race so if it doesn’t happen, [shrug]. It might be interesting to see how I hold up in a half with my longest training run only 10 miles.


so can I just write you a fucking novel right now?

I meant to publish this several days ago so that I could write a fun, lighthearted and obnoxious 2015 blog recap for you tonight but, story of my life, neither one of those got finished in time so you’re getting this. A dodgy consolidation of both. Here are the TLDR bullet points:

  • I lost a friend
  • Both of the kids got sick
  • Husband and I went on a one-night, whirlwind mini vacation/early New Year’s celebration last week and spent a night downtown while my parents stayed with the kids.
  • We saw The Force Awakens
  • Kenzie saw her first movie in a theater (NOT The Force Awakens)
  • I drank a lot
  • I didn’t run very much


And now here’s the long version…

Yeah so, I found out late Christmas night that one of my friends died. I was scrolling my newsfeed while drinking wine in the kitchen when I saw a picture of him that an overzealous mourner had posted to his page barely 24 hours after it happened with the caption “RIP.” So the shitty thing about Facebook is that sometimes you find out your friend is dead via Facebook. But the kind of cool thing about Facebook is that sometimes you get to see a lot of people (like, hundreds) coming out of the woodwork to offer their condolences and share their photos and memories.

Brian and I were friends back when I lived in Texas. He came to my wedding in 2005 but I hadn’t seen him in 10 years, so hearing from everyone who knew him, from childhood all the way to the present, helped me feel more connected. He was a kind, funny, tremendously talented writer and all around cool dude and I think he probably had a couple of brilliant novels in him if he’d just had more time. I’m still sad and stunned.

And now I’m going to try my best to segue into holiday shit without sounding too much like a self-absorbed ass twat. We had a nice time. The kids got a ton of gifts and were spoiled absolutely rotten by their aunt and grandparents. And we took advantage of all the free babysitters and did some fun adult things. We’re basically the luckiest people on Earth. I mean than sincerely.

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I mean just look at them.

Kenzie got to see her first real movie theater movie. It was The Good Dinosaur and it was kinda good. Kinda weird. The dinosaurs were farmers, and also there were humans living in the same period as the dinosaurs so it was sort of obnoxiously inaccurate, but Kenzie liked it, so I guess that’s all that matters.

popcorn is all that matters

Popcorn is all that matters.

Then the next day, husband and I sneaked out after breakfast to go see The Force Awakens.

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We thought it was dope, but apparently we got ripped off.

Also, I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it here, but the last few Christmases, we’ve gotten sick. Last year, my husband, mom and sister-in-law experienced the joy of a holiday stomach bug. This year it was bronchiolitis and ear infections.

The week of Christmas (Monday? Tuesday? I can’t even remember anymore) Codie had a really rough night. She could not physically stop coughing long enough to fall asleep, so I nurse/rocked her for hours and hours until she finally passed out around midnight. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic AND nebulizer treatments AND a steroid. She improved tremendously in just 24 hours but the steroid made her go fucking berserk. She was too wacked out to sleep, basically running around in circles like a crazy person and she’d scream if I tried to rock her or lay down with her. She didn’t go to sleep until after 11 p.m. Christmas Eve and was up before 5 a.m. Christmas morning.

Here she is discovering her gift from Santa about three hours early.

Here she is discovering her gift from Santa about 3 hours early.

After that horrific night I made the executive decision to put an end to the steroids and the following night her sleep improved by 1000000%. She slept 13 hours without waking up once.

Naturally, as soon as Codie was feeling better, Kenzie came down with that garbage. She woke up the day after Christmas barking like a seal and blowing metric shit tons of snot all over the place, so we did the most reasonable thing possible and left her with my parents so we could take off on a date night downtown. But, well, we paid for the hotel in advance and…my parents insisted? (She did see a doctor– we are not total jerks, I promise. And she’s fine now.)

We like to party but we don’t like crowds so we rang in the new year a week early! #introvertlifehack. We hopped around to a bunch of different breweries and bars, including the Slippery Noodle which is Indy’s oldest and best. We ate a ton of delicious bar food and closed out the night with vodka martinis and then a giant plate of nachos. It was really quite romantic.
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I managed to stick with my KEY runs during the holiday week (a tempo, a “faster” run and a “long” run) but I scrapped a couple of the easy runs. I could have done them, I just didn’t.

Last week:
12/22: 3 @ 9:29
12/24: Tempo w/ 4 @ 8:47 (6 total)
12/26: 3 @ 9:19
12/27: 5 @ 10:17

This week so far:
12/29: 3 @ 9:10
12/31: 6×400 @ 7:19 (5 total)

My tempo miles were supposed to be at around 8:43 pace but I was up late with the baby the night before and then had a couple proseccos at breakfast (Star Wars pregaming, DONTYOUJUDGEME) so I would have been pleased with anything under 9:00.

Today Yesterday, for my last run of 2015 I did 6×400 @ 7:19! I did it on the treadmill and I am 100% certain I never would have come close to that pace running outside. During the last 400, my legs felt trashed.

The Year In Running

I didn’t start keeping track of 2015 mileage until June, but I’ve done about 600 miles since then. I’m not as fast or as strong as I used to be but I enjoy running just as much, if not more. There are NO MARATHONS on the horizon for me, but I am hoping to log a 5k and half marathon PR in 2016.

And in everything else

As far as everything else in 2015 goes, it was an incredible year. I am still trying to figure out this whole parenting thing, but I am so lucky to have a) fallen in love with a guy who loves his daughters to pieces and would do anything for them and b) these precious few years that I am privileged to spend at home with those girls. I think a lot about people who have struggled to have children, who have struggled through the loss of children and who struggle more than me to give their children the kind of life every child should have. I am so much luckier than I deserve to be. My goal for 2016 is to just try as hard as I can to take care of the people around me and to make every moment count.

this is my baby

Even when that moment is watching my baby pee on the carpet behind the curtain in my bedroom.

I love you guys. happy new year.

Carbs are the path to the dark side

So in my last post I mentioned that I had gone halfass paleo and so I thought I owed you an explanation about that. I still drink beer, and I haven’t started doing crossfit or reading Ayn Rand so you can relax. I should also mention that I really don’t even know what paleo means, except that I guess it probably has something to do with cavemen. And like, macros?

Anyway, what we decided to do what stop eating so damn much bread and pasta and donuts and that’s pretty much it. But PALEO is so much trendier and page-viewy, you guys.

Here’s the back story. Right after Codie was born, I lost about half the weight I’d gained (pretty much water, baby and placenta) and then stopped. And then I actually GAINED some weight. I mean yeah, I was eating donuts every day but WHAT THE FUCK. Who gains weight AFTER the baby comes out? When Kenzie was born, losing the weight was easy. I breastfed, I ran, I ate food like it was my fucking job and somehow I still lost weight. So naturally I thought the same thing would happen after Codie was born, despite hearing some lunatic shit about the weight being harder to drop after the second baby. Not MY special snowflake body.

Then my husband and I watched a documentary called Fat Head. It was sort of a counter/follow-up to Super Size Me where this asshole proves than you can eat nothing but fast food and LOSE weight. He was really sarcastic and condescending and shitty, and probably a libertarian. But what he said was accurate. All carbs do in your body is turn into sugar. And sugar is what causes obesity, diabetes and heart disease. (More about this here.) It was obvious, but it was kind of the impetus we needed to start eating better.

So we started doing that. No bread, no pasta, no rice or potatoes. Fewer sugary treats. But I eat all the meat, vegetables, fruit, nuts and cheese that I want. And I still drink a beer every night. Because I like to drink my carbs. And it is working. I’ve lost 5 or 6 pounds and I’d like to lose about 5 or 6 more. (My husband, seemingly effortlessly, has immediately lost 10 pounds. Rude.)

As far as running goes, I think it has affected my speed a little bit, but not much (meaning, I’d be almost as mediocre regardless). I do make sure to fuel properly with carbs and electrolytes on the days that I do longer runs. I’m not so strict that I am willing to sacrifice energy for the sake of losing weight. And when I do start seriously marathon training this summer, I’m going to go back to loading up on bread and pasta.

TL;DR, less sugar, more meaty salads. Still beer.


Weekly running and beer wrap-up: this won’t take long

So the other day I acted like it was the end of the world because my toddler threw up one time and I had kind of a bad cough, and I should have just kept my damn mouth shut because immediately after that all hell broke loose. I need to just not say things anymore.

I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say I filled prescriptions for cough syrup, anti-nausea medication and a chewable probiotic…

and eye drops.

Day 24: I'm thankful that Bob Costas removed the awful stigma associated with pink eye allowing my toddler to avoid playground degradation.

Day 24: I’m thankful that Bob Costas removed the awful stigma associated with pink eye, allowing my toddler to endure this illness shame-free. #sobrave #stoptouchingyourbutthole


On Friday after the family quarantine was lifted, I ran four miles on the gym treadmill and then went for a dismal jog outdoors on Sunday, and I dutifully logged these both on my spreadsheet because remembering is hard.

Monday .5 mi warmup + weights 0.5
Tuesday OFF + Green Flash Double Stout 0
Wed OFF 0
Thursday OFF + Left Hand Milk Stout 0
Friday TM 4 mi progression 4
Saturday OFF + Bell’s Winter White 0
Sunday 3 outside 3 7.5

I was able to do the treadmill miles at ALMOST a 10:00 pace (like 10:06) but I still find it infinitely more difficult to duplicate that effort outdoors. My three miles outside were at more like a 10:30.


There were more beers than runs last week, which kind of makes me feel like a worthless piece of shit, but I’m telling myself that those several days I spent doctoring my kids and waking up every hour of the night earned me every drop (even though I would have drank the beer either way).

The Green Flash Double Stout was the front runner and the Left Hand Milk Stout was a close second. And since I’ve been drinking stouts almost exclusively lately, Saturday night I switched things up with a Bell’s Winter White Ale. It was very pleasant but it left me wanting something a little heavier.

green flash double stout

Final thoughts

As someone who doesn’t even like to carry my car keys with me on a run, the extra 15-20 pounds or so I’m still carrying is really annoying me. I feel like I’m wearing a lead jacket when I run. I’m making some progress, but it’s slow going. This week I hope to get serious and do at least 12 miles (um…typing that almost made me cry), hopefully more like 15.

And I’m on the hunt for the world’s best winter warmer.