Good Luck OR Positive Thinking?

Hello Everyone!

It’s been awhile, I know, but I’ve had so many positive things happening in my life.  It’s been a crazy whirlwind and everything is starting to fall into place.   Lately I’ve been trying to think positively, rather than harp on the negative.  You can really get caught up in the stress which will ultimately make your problems a lot worse for you.  Recently, I did an Angel Card reading.  I know what your thinking, but I had my doubts too, but where I work there is a holistic healer who is all for this and told me I just had to try it.  So I did. Completely full of disbelief, I had to clear my head and think of a question I wanted to ask “the angels”.  Of course I stood there awkwardly, pretending I had some question.  Then it hit me, ” I want to be happy”.  Don’t get me wrong, I am always so happy & energetic (it’s my profession–PR), but recently I felt so weighed down.  Then, I had to pick from a deck of angel cards, whichever one “called out to me” even though they are all faced down and look exactly the same.  So I pick one, and what do you know I get Angel Indriel.  Basically, it says that people dump all of their problems on me, even strangers (true & true) and I need to learn to not let them get me down and take their problems with me & shake it off.  Spot on? I think so.  I’ve been trying really hard lately to just stay positive and not let my own feelings be affected by others and I honestly feel so good.  I’ve been on a lucky streak for almost a week now.  Guess I should play lotto.

A quick synopsis of my good luck  (in list form because I’ a crazy type-a personality):

  • Everything is going SUPER good at my job, we are booming in all of our facilities and literally are beginning to not have any openings.  Although it’s a problem, it’s a GOOD problem to have. (if you didn’t know I’m also a marketer)
  • I found the car of my dreams. After having my wonderful little Chevy Malibu for 6 years (the one my parents got me when I passed my road test) It was finally time to move on.  After test driving 10 cars, yes 10 I’m neurotic, I finally came to a decision, a 2012 Volkswagen CC. I always wanted it but never thought I’d be able to purchase it at 23, by myself.
  • I won a necklace from the amazingly talented, Erica Sara. I literally never win anything and  totally just entered on a whim.  It is gorgeous. I highly recommend purchasing one!

    My gorgeous Erica Sara Necklace! On the back it says Strength & Run Long.

  • My plantar fasciitis is almost ALL gone. Since my acupunturist was having a tough time curing me, she brought me to one of her friends & previous Professor’s who does trigger point acupuncture as well as had a multitude of experience with athletes.  I’m not going to lie, it hurt & I had to take 5 days off from running but in the end I think it was worth it.  I also changed my shoes. My acupuncturist asked my body, I know crazy right, what was causing my foot pain and apparently my body answered that it was my sneakers. I switched from my beloved Brooks Adrenaline’s to Asics Kayano’s and so far, I couldn’t be happier.
  • I’ve been on a kick ass run streak this week.  Normally I get so harped up on time and how fast I’m going that I end up freaking myself out.  All I want to be is fast god damnit. BUT I realize I need to just chill out and let my body run & trust in my training.  I’ve been stuck on the dreaded 10-min mile.  IDK why. It’s all in my head and now I know that.  For the past few nights I’ve been running at what I felt was a comfortable pace, not too easy but not where I’m gasping for breath, and guess what my Garmin was reading at a 9:07. See I’m crazy. Last night, I did my first ever mile repeats.  Mile 1- 10:04 (warm up), Mile 2- 9:17, Mile 3- 8:57, Mile 4- 8:34(woo-woo), Mile 5- (cool down) 9:30.  I was on such a high, but today I’m feeling wiped out.  Mind you I did this at 6:00pm in 30 degree windy weather, in shorts. I’m a genius, I know.  I just hate wearing pants but I learned my lesson last night since I had a chill I couldn’t get rid off.  Last nights run made me push myself a lot more than I normally do.  I kept repeating to myself, someone my brother told me, “You need to push yourself 100% in workouts, they should be harder than the actual race”.  I rarely ever do that b/c I’m always afraid that I’m going to push myself to far, but then do I ever actually know my limits? Nope. Lesson learned.

With all that being said, I’m still deciding on what Half I want to do in May.  The LI Half, horrible course but close to home, & the Jersey Half are the same weekend.  I know people doing both, but I just can’t decide. Stay home for a horrible course or travel for a beautiful/new course. What to do what to do. Training officially starts Monday!!! I’m so excited and nervous at the same time. My goal is a 2-hr Half. Scary to say that, but also embarrassing at the same time.  Only a 2 hr half.  I feel like I should be so much faster than that.Hmph.  I will be back up on posting a lot throughout it.  I want to document everything so if I do well,  I can look back and see how I improved/felt during training.   Also, coming up is my one-year anniversary of running!! February 18th.  Yay-yah.

 

Is anyone else running a spring half? Have you been having a good luck streak?

 

Until next time,

Run Hard. Run Long. Run Strong.

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Running Remedy

Got a headache? Go for a run

Stressed out? Go for a run

Bad day at work? Go for a run

Boyfriend/Girlfriend pissing you off? Go for a run

Ate too much last night? Go for a run

and the list goes on.

To me, and I’m sure many other runners out there running is our ” go to” when you have a problem. Yesterday, the mental running goal I made for myself was to go out for 3 mi easy.  I figured this would be a good start since I’m still taking it easy, it sucks, and it was basically a  monsoon out on LI.

Well things changed.

I did my 3 mi at 10:00min pace. It seemed like a little bit of a struggle, but whatever I’m still recovering. I stop, attempt to go do my cool down, and I’m feeling good. So what’s a runner supposed to do? Keep running of course! I did another 2 mi.  I stop, think, and say to myself keep going you feel good. Out for another 3 miles I went.  I needed this, I need running. I had so much on my mind–my review was the next day.  The next 3 miles were spent thinking.  I figured out what my game plan was for my review and what changed between my running from when I started back in February till now. Back when I started, I was like an eager puppy.  I just wanted to get out there and go, no matter how far it was.  Anything and everything was an accomplishment.  I loved testing myself and proving others or my training plan wrong, that I could run that extra mile.  By June, I was kicking butt. I went from running an 11:30 mile to a 7:06 and from being barely able to run a 1/2 mile to running 8 miles straight.  I was doing my 300m speed workouts at :45 which are now at :65(on a good day).  Things got weird.  I signed up for my first 5k and trained my ass off.  I wanted this. I knew I had it in the bag. Race day: I bombed it.  It was a cold and rainy day, the streets were filled with puddles, I was running in an inch deep of water and mentally I just wasn’t there, I checked out.  I ran it in a 31:54, the slowest 5k I had ever run.  I wanted to give up running.  For the next two weeks I bashed myself.  Then I signed up for my first half marathon.  Training went great btu the race itself was brutal. I ate wrong the night before and had a pinched nerve in my neck.  Clearly it had potential to be a great race, not.  But whatever, I took a much needed mental break and then tried to get back into the swing of things.  Hence tried.  I don’t know what happened to the Brianna that was so eager and just wanted to run fast and far.  Now I was so hung up on numbers, whether it be time, mileage, or weekly miles.  Running was still fun, but it was different.  I lost the spark.  I wasn’t exceeding as well as I used to during my runs and it killed me.  I was still pushing myself, but not like how I used to.  What was I afraid of? I used to tell myself “Keep going, the worst that can happen is you’ll throw up.” Now I’m to obsessed with trying to go fast or adding more miles that I’m not.  I know it’s all mental, but I couldn’t get out of my head.  Until last night. Those last 3 miles were the best out of the entire run.  I pushed myself, and thought back why am I doing this to myself.  Keep going, push, run faster.  I just want to go fast damn it! I thought to myself, all the greats surpass fear, pain, and speed why can’t I? (meaning of course that those feelings are all relative to every individual) So I began using some imagery, I pictured myself winning & running fast and what do you know? I started running fast.  I let go of every thought I had and just ran as hard and fast as I could.  The last half mile I thought about how Shalane won the Miami Half, how many feelings she had to overcome to get there mentally and physically.  I wanted to push myself, I wanted to go there, I want to PR again. I sprinted all the way home and felt amazing.  The only reason I stopped was b/c my legs felt like they wanted to go to sleep. First LR post injury, I’d say went great. It may not of been my fastest long run, but I’m back mentally and physically.  I’m going to use January to get back into the swing of things and get my mileage back up.  Come Febraury, it’s half marathon training baby and I’m going to PR the hell out of it.

My top two favorites for Houston, as if you couldn’t have guess already, are…

Until next time,

Run hard. Run long. Run strong.

Have you ever went through a running funk? How did you get out of it? Let me know!

3 Things Running Taught Me

1. Without Running I will go insane

2. I need running in my life more than I ever knew

3. I cannot continue to eat like a 300lb man and have bacon ranch sandwiches for lunch everyday when I don’t run.

 

I haven’t posted in a while because I was in a running funk and I thought I’d save you all from my pity posts about not being able to run. Three weeks ago I found out I had posterior tibial tendonitis. Which basically means I had really bad pain in the arch/heel of my foot whenever I walked/ran.  The first two days of not running weren’t so bad, I pretended they were rest days( see I’m really good at mind games), but when the pain was still there I started to FREAK. Was I going to lose everything I worked for?  Was my endurance going to be affected? If you didn’t know this already, I’m completely mental about running.  I think it’s because I went from not being able to run a half mile to running a half marathon in such a short period amount of time that I constantly freak out about losing my endurance just as quickly, crazy I know.

 

After speaking with the PT she thinks I either amped up my mileage too much in such a short amount of time or that I don’t stretch enough.  Personally,  I think know that  I don’t stretch enough.  Actually I rarely stretch at all.  I like to still think I still have my gumby 16-year old dancer body.  Shockingly I don’t, darn it. So a week goes by of not running and I’m starting to get so antsy.  I feel like everyone around me is getting their runs in– I swear all of a sudden people were running past my window at work throughout the day.  So I decided to ask the Acupuncturist who works at my job if she could help me out.  Turns out she could.  I’m not going to lie, the need she put in the bottom of my foot and my arch KILLED me.  She used STM on the needles in my knee, arch, and bottom of my foot. Twenty minutes later and BOOM I was back to normal.  Crazy right?  I tried running New Years Day, I did about 1.5 miles and my arch started hurting again. Womp,Womp. First thing Monday I got acupuncture again and my foot felt great.  We think the taping the PT did was forcing me to pronate which was causing another injury, so we decided to take the tape off and see how I felt.

Last week I went full force back into running.  What a stupid, stupid idea.  Can you blame me though?  I was SO excited to run again. My foot felt great until Saturday.  I had a long run planned, but only did 5 miles because my foot was bothering me. So far I’ve taken off Sunday & Monday, I’m trying to be a good little runner but it’s driving me insane.  I feel like my runs suck now from taking off and I feel all flabby and gross.  Am I crazy?  On a lighter note, I finally joined Daily Mile. Woo-hoo.  My goal for 2012 is to run 1,000 miles, do-able? I think so!

Some goals I’ve made for myself that I’d like to achieve in the next 6 months

1. Run a sub-30 5k

Clearly I was hot and took my clothes off and threw them on the ground.

2. Suck it up & Join a local running group, which hopefully will help with goal number 1.

3. Run the Jersey Shore Half Marathon with Rebecca & Kailey. Oh, and hopefully have some crazy PR like 45 minutes or so.  Gotta be ambitious, right?

Maybe I'll actually keep up with Rebecca this time

Maybe I'll actually keep up with Rebecca this time

 

I’m going to use the Mcmillan running calculator to get my booty in gear.  Has anyone else seen results from it? What are some of your short-term goals for 2012? It doesn’t have to be running related! Also, is anyone running in the 10 mile to the Brewery run on January 28th in Sayville? I don’t think I’ll be running , damn foot, but I’ll be cheering everyone on 🙂

 

Until next time,

 

Run Hard. Run Long. Run Strong.

How I started Running

I’ve been wanting to post for awhile now but couldn’t find the time/words to put this together.  This past Thanksgiving I ran in a local 5K.  To many people this may not seem monumental but any means but to me it meant the world.  Rewind back to February 18th, the first day I laced up my old Nike Shocks and went running with my brother (thanks RunKeeper).  My sole purpose for beginning to run was so I could race in the Manchester Road Race on Thanksgiving.  Actually, let me be honest my sole purpose to wanting to run in that race was so I could finish it with my college roommate and at the time best friend.  Of  course after watching my brother race and crush our High Schools records inspired me too but I really wanted to be able to run with her and prove to myself that I could do it.  I remember asking/bothering my brother ” Do you really think I can run 4mi after training for 9 months??!”.  Next thing you know, I’m running not 1mi straight but 2mi! What an accomplishment I thought.  The first night I ran 4miles straight it was a cold March night and I told my brother I was going out for a run. Forty minutes later I come running into the house and both my parents and brother have these worried looks on your faces “where were you, you were gone for so long”.  I didn’t even realize it, but I had done my first “long run” and beat my 4mile goal prematurely by 7.5 months. Four months after that I raced in my first 5K and then ran in a half marathon two months later.  What can I say, I like to challenge myself. I became addicted to running, the same girl that couldn’t run a mile in high school and faked being sick in gym.

Clearly I was hot and took my clothes off and threw them on the ground.

Unfortunately, I didn’t run in the Manchester Road Race this past Thanksgiving because my brother was running at the Nike XC Nationals the day after.  Instead, I ran in a local 5K race with one of my best friend’s since 5th grade.  It was sort of bittersweet in a way.  This race marked the reason why I started running yet I rarely talk to my college roommate anymore and instead I was running with someone who’s gone in and out of my life since I was 10, yet still consider a best friend.  The race was great, Kailey totally kicked my ass.  How could she not?  Growing up she was always the athlete and I was the dancer.  She’d teach me how to play lacrosse, which was more of a work out for her than anything- sorry kay!, and I’d teach her how to do body rolls and pirouettes.  Clearly we were meant for each other.  It’s funny, I remember being in 6th grade and she would make me go to “early morning sports” with her and I would try to sit out 1/2 way through but nope Kailey wouldn’t let me.

The siren went off and Kailey and I took off running/weaving through the crowd.  It was such a rush.  I kept up with her for about 3/4 of a mile before my stomach started to tighten.  I figured oh it’s just a cramp run through it.  Mile 1- 8:42, shit, shit, crap, I thought to myself.  You see, I hadn’t done any speedwork since before my half in October.  I was enjoying my runs and letting them take me wherever I wanted them to, which usually is an average 5-6 mi a day at a 10:00 pace and a nice long run around 10mi at a 10:30 pace on the weekends.  This 8:42 freaked me out.  How could I hold this pace? I knew I’d PR from my last and only 5k prior mainly from the amount of endurance training I had been doing, but in my head I thought I’d be PRing by yanno’ a minute or so, not 5 minutes.  Mile 2 came and went I was still cruising when my stomach tightened up more.  I slowed down, figured I’d massage the cramp out.  Before I knew it I was at the long straight away– in my head I pictured myself sprinting down this long-ass stretch, so I tried( why not right).  Nope, wasn’t happening.  My stomach dropped and I felt like I was going to puke.  I slowly jogged to the last 100 meter when I saw my Dad screaming ” Get up there!! You can do it!!”.  Crap, I thought now I gotta try and sprint.  I start sprinting and then before I knew it, I’m crossing the finish line throwing up.  Literally dry-heaving across the finish line.  What can you say, I’m classy.  I staggeringly look for a garbage can, none in sight.  So I just started throwing up where I am and Kailey comes to the rescue.  I guess you kind of have the bond with someone who you’ve known for 13 years that they don’t care that your puking and still rub your back.  Shortly after my parents and brother find us.  It was pretty embarrassing since I’m standing there puking after a 30 minute 5K( which was still a PR) when my brother holds one of the top 5 fastest XC 5k times in New York.  I still don’t know what happened, but I’m pretty damn pissed that I could of had an insane PR of 5 minutes if my lovely stomach would’ve held up.

The next day, Kailey and I went for our first trail run together and had a blast.  It was awesome to run with someone since normally I run solo.  The miles flew by and I think we kicked ass in the trails.  We proceeded to some drills on the track and made plans to do another race together in the near future.  Did I mention she moved 45 minutes away, boo Kailey boo!! It totally sucks that we’ve rekindled our friendship when she lives far away, but everyday we’ve been pushing each other to stick through the Runner’s World Run Streak!  I even got her to say YES to a half-marathon.

Why Kailey & I are twins/meant to be together

1. We became BFF’s b/c she asked me to go to safety patrol with her (clearly we were cool)

2. We were born a day apart from each other

3. We really like sour cream and onion dip

4. We made theme songs to our friendship while jumping on a trampoline.

5. Kailey thought I looked/danced like Britney Spears, If that doesn’t make someone a best friend than I don’t know what does.

6.We ended up majoring in the same field.  Ironic?

7. We love running, especially together.

The end of the year is near (oops didn’t mean to rhyme) and I’ve been thinking about what my goals are for 2012.  What are yours?  Let me know, I need some inspiration on some cool new races I’d like to do!

My NYCM Recap

Alright, so I lied.  I didn’t run in the New York City Marathon and I don’t have a recap.  Instead on Sunday I drove, well I didn’t drive I was the FRONT passenger–sitting the back makes me nauseous, 26.2 miles and tasted wine along the North Fork of Long Island.  I did plan on checking in on the marathon numerous times throughout my adventures BUT unfortunately I only did this twice because umm the wine kinda took over… woops.

Wine + Nicole + Me = Best friends

Sunday started out a little slow because as usual, I thought I knew exactly where we were going when in actuality I never do and just think everything looks familiar. hehe. So my friends and I finally arrived at Pindar, my favorite.  We had a great time and before I knew it I was drunk.  Yes I know pathetic.  This is what happens when you don’t drink for 7 months due to training/running.  You see I’m THAT dedicated that I would risk my tolerance to alcohol for running.  We left and headed towards Duckwalk.  I think we ended up staying here for a lot longer than we planned but whatever it was FUN.  Did you know if you tell people it’s your birthday they give you massive amounts of FREE wine, yes FREE.  At this point,  I was telling my friends to call me Bella Swan and I wanted to talk in a British accent.  Embarrassing I know.  Apparently I’ve been watching too much Twilight for my own good. SIDENOTE: I’ve finally got my boyfriend into Twilight–SCORE.  Next on our list, well  I guess my list b/c apparently I’m demanding of mozzarella sticks, onion rings, and cheese fries when I’m drunk.  Training say what?  So we headed to the only place the would have all that– The Harbour Front deli in Greenport. YUMMY. I ate so much that I sobered up… Just a little. We left and our DD, Jenna, was the one that fell.  The word “fell” is even being nice, she ate shit.  I couldn’t stop laughing my cheekbones hurt so bad.  Two little old ladies luckily were there and grabbed each side of her and lifted her up.  SORRY JENNA. I wish I had a picture of it, if you were wondering she was a trooper and survived with no bruises. Next we headed to the Carousel ride.  Yup, I’m 23 years old and wanted to ride on the Carousel– mainly because A. I was drunk and B. If you catch the golden ring you get a free ride.  Apparently the Carousel gods didn’t know my  I didn’t get a golden ring. Darn. We must have made the ticket seller’s day because she asked if I could bring all my friends back.  ALL my friends? Didn’t she know they were all there with me… LOL After running around, literally I have a thing with racing people everywhere now that I’m a RUNNER, we left and jammed out to great music.  First on the playlist was Leather and Lace– which was played approximately 30 times followed by some of my 10th grade favorites, Glass Jaw, The Early November, At the Drive In, Underoath, and Finch. Good times. We all sang along and I made up words as I went along– what can I say I’m a natural born free-styler.   All in all, 23 you’ve been good to me.  I had a great day and even better friends.  I’m so thankful for them.  It’s crazy how just in one year so many things can change.  I’m looking forward to 2012 and all the PR’s it will bring me 😉

Since I’m not an early riser I get to do all my runs at night. I love running at night it’s the best feeling.  Tonight, I will be doing a much needed speed work out.  I feel like I’ve lost all my speed from training for the half marathon- I know I’m being dramatic but seriously when I go out for a few miles I feel so sluggish.  I just want to be fast damn it!  For my cool down, my good friend Ashley will be joining me! I’ve recruiting her to becoming a runner 🙂 I’m looking forward to having someone with me!

DEAR LONG ISLAND, I need more running friends! Love, Me

See Ashley? The girl second from the left? She's going to become a runner today.

Some last running accomplishment’s I’d like to achieve are:

1. Run another half marathon in under 2:15

2. Volunteer at a local race– runners are so inspiring.

3. Run a mile in 6:45– I know this migh

t be a tough one.

4. Redeem myself in a 5K- 31 minutes is not going to cut it anymore

5. Suck it up and run at one of the local runs Sayville Running Company hosts. I don’t know why I have such anxiety over this.  I think I’m still in the mindset of I’m not a runner and will be in the back straggling by myself. See what 22 years of not running can do to a person 😉

What are your last-minute 2011 fitness goals? I want to hear it!

Day 2- 8X400’s… or so I thought.

So my run didn’t start off too well. I tried sneaking out the door without my brother knowing and of course as I was leaving, he was walking in!! Originally I was supposed to do 8×400 which is sprinting 8 times around the track. I got to 3 and was shot. Obviously I was very upset with myself and my brother said everyone has off days so we’ll try something else, which he says with a smirk on his face which I know all to well.

So he takes me to some cross country trails, makes me run down these 90 degree hills, okay maybe I’m exaggerating a little they were probably like 75 degrees but still!, and then do lunges up them 4 times. My legs were burning!! Then I stupidly told him I felt okay so he takes me deeper in the trails and has me do hill repeats on the SECOND highest point on Long Island!! Then I finished it off with a 1.5 mile cool down throughout the trails.

All in all, it ended up being a good running day and I learned to listen to my body. If I’m not feeling good doing a speed work out, I need to kick my own ass and do something else!