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!
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.
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:
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.
I will be playing Andrew WK in my head for the next 5 months.
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!
So I had a few mentally dark days two weeks back after getting nailed by that car. I’d also really been hating running after Chicago. I hated running before Chicago because I wanted to be fast so bad. I was listening to “Born to Run” on audible and some of the best ultra runners and regular runners to just ran out of joy and success comes later. That being said you can still be wrestling with exhaustion, persevering through physical fatigue, and have the mental capacity to remain happy and want to finish. Why did I do so well in Lehigh Valley last year? I had fun all summer! I ran with friends, I ran 50ish miles a week or less, I ran slowly, even my long runs were 8:40-9:30 min miles on average, and I did a TON of hot yoga. Then I hit 3:21 during race time. Chicago I ran my long runs 7:30 min miles ran 70 miles a week and kept having weird panic attack’s only to pull a hammie and work over a year for a 2 min PR. Whaaaaat.
So to get over my “fuck running” feelings and despite my coach’s disapproval I decided to run Austin for the joy of it. It wasn’t easy or perfect or fast, but I saw the city and some funny shit and burned off some tacos – left without injury. Ok cool!
So the race shirt was cool- sponsored by under armor the race was small-ish. On my instagram everyone seemed to have run Houston a few weeks prior – looks like that’s the Texas Mac daddy of marathons. Here’s the shirt
It’s probably the cutest slogan I’ve ever seen. “RUN RUN RUN”
Got there early and peed – the start line was cool. No pop music to start – we got “danger zone” and when it was time bright smoke shot from the top of the lights from big smoke machines – it was the coolest start to a race I’ve ever seen. Still pretty dark out when we started off.
OK so the problem of my GI stems from how this was a “fun” race. Yes my period flow was on uncomfortably heavy, yes I was wishy washy about the race since I signed up for it. Yes because this was a fun race I didn’t go by my normal three day carb only plan. The night before I had an omelette and vegan ice cream even though I knew damn well I should have bagels with jelly or pizza w no cheese like Chicago or a burrito w rice and beans maybe some tofu like Lehigh. But no. My dumbass went in on adding extra avocado and vegan chocolate ice cream named after a metal band or whatever. It was damn good too.
So was I shocked I had to stop at EVERY porta potty the next 11 miles!? Eh before I realized what I’d done- yeah I guess – but I knew better and I just didn’t bother. Luckily I ran first few miles a little fast so they were still clean when I got to them.
Austin tx looks a lot like Bridgeport. I saw a few guys running shoeless and a girl w a Daria tattoo.
I almost dropped out because of my GI issues – thinking I’d finish the half and even if I didn’t get a medal it would be done and thinking how lucky the half marathoners were.
Then not to sound corny but then I started thinking about being happy again, my stomach was pretty much done being disagreeable, and maybe I was the lucky was because I had a chance to see the WHOLE city not just the south and west. I was capable to have a diff opportunity than them and all I had to do was keep it moving. So I did and ended up with an extremely fun and surprisingly comfortable last 13 miles. The times weren’t my best but it was first marathon that I had negative splits.
The only thing I hated was the snack bag. I couldn’t get a freaking banana?? Weird Cheetos Oreos and a fruit cup ? Straight to garbage. The end.