|Dedicated to my mom, who died way too young at 61 of heart|
failure from idiopathic cardiomyopathy.
It seems like just 2 weeks ago I was commiserating with Sweet Baboo of how this seemed like an unusually long summer and warm fall. Then this week someone turned the heat off. This is awesome, because I'm much more likely to get out of the house when it's cool out.
Last weekend I completed the 50k at Hennepin--Sweet Baboo ran the 100 miles in 22 hours and HEY, WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. (but seriously, he's like from Krypton and shit). The Hennepin 50k started at 5 pm and the sun set 90 minutes later. That left 7.5 hours for me to run through the dark and rain.
Of course, my Garmin does not last until I finish a 50k, so I have to switch to my Apple Watch after about 6 hours. So this is the result:
Illinois is the 46th state I which I've completed a marathon or longer.
It was chilly, but luckily most of the rain held off until 11:30 at night. I managed to do a run-walk the first 16 miles or so, and then after that I had to Walk. I'm just not in the best shape right now, although I do have pretty sturdy feet and legs. They carry me, just not quickly.
It was also disappointingly not a real "trail". Most of it was blacktop. I'm definitely losing 2 toenails. Himself, the Baboo, is still recovering from what to me would be a sprint for 22 hours.
The week prior to my run, a coworker talked me into taking a Barre class, which I tried, and liked well enough. It's a combination of ballet conditioning, pilates, and yoga, and it's tough. I like that I can reserve a spot in a class, and that the classes are capped.
It also makes me feel like a bit of a cliche, a woman of a certain age packing my sticky socks, capris, and tank top into the back of my white SUV and heading there after work... It is a LOT tougher than I imagined, and I discovered after my first barre class that 1) I have no upper body strength, 2) Even my lower body isn't what I would call "strong", and 3) my core--well, fuggetaboutit. I went to class once before the run, and twice during the week.
The good news is that owing to my constant wearing of high heels going up on my toes ain't no big thang. I have good balance, too.
I discovered after I put this in manually that my Apple Watch has a "yoga" setting, which I'll use for future workouts. I burn a whopping 200 or so calories in an hour, according to Garmin and Apple.
For the record, I am, without a doubt,
the largest person
in every barre class I've been in so far. It doesn't help that like many exercise classes, there is a large wall-sized mirror so I get to look at myself trying to work out at my heaviest weight since 2005
This morning, my class was full of 19-year-old sorority sisters trying out the class. Literally. Happily, most of them were struggling. Sorry, but yes, I am that petty. If I have to look at your size 0 ass bent over in front of me in exercise class, you had better be suffering.
I spent the week in recovery going to barre class and started my new painting class, as well. More on that another time.
At work we've had a series of webinars on the Mediterranean diet and I've discovered that for the first half of the day, I'm basically on it. Then it all falls apart as they start bringing in sheet cake, donuts--holy shit, hospitals are the unhealthiest places to work EVAR.
I discovered in the webinar about the existence of these:
Tomorrow, I go back to running my 2-3 miles every morning, hopefully working my way up to 4-5 miles on most days. My plan for Barre class it to do it for at least a month to help get my arms and core back into shape.
I canceled the marathon double I was supposed to do next weekend in MD/NJ. No way am I ready for this. I did, however, sign up for the Black Canyon 50K. Actually it's like a 55k or a 60k. Aravaipa Running does put on a good race--I have to admit that as much as I hate Southern AZ. This will be my 3rd attempt at what should be an easily finished run for me. The first year, there was a series of freak rainstorms. The second year, 2018, I started seeing double. By the time I was checked out and rehydrated, I'd missed the cutoff for leaving the aid station. so 2019 is it.
I have 4 states left. I hope to get them in 2019.
Meanwhile, at work, things are settling down nicely and the pain in my neck and shoulder has dissipated with the exit of my toxic coworkers. I can turn my head and everything. Next step is to reverse 6 years or so of stress eating hospital food.