HAPPY HALLOWEEN, all! Love this time of year. Should be a low-key night for us here in Central PA. Enjoying our little one’s first Halloween at home.
No running last week. A chest cold slowed me down and no amount of screaming or shouting from Britney and Will.i.am. could get me moving.
Tuesday, Oct. 29, 2.29 miles, 19:50
Wednesday, Oct. 30, 6.49 miles, 1:01
Don’t know if I’ll make it out today or not. Temps are above average, but rain is on the way.
If you’re out and about tonight, stay safe and enjoy.
Enjoyed a trail run yesterday for the first time in a long time. I love running trails, but since the jog stroller obviously isn’t compatible, I hardly get out to enjoy them anymore. I’m tempted to call yesterday’s run a quick run. After all, I covered less than 2.5 miles. But trail runs are deceiving. They can be incredibly challenging regardless of distance. Even short distances require concentration and frequent changes in speed. Yesterday’s run reminded me of that slow burn I love to feel when I’m really pushing myself. Got to try to get more trail runs in before the winter snow makes them impassible until the spring.
10/8, 5.25 mile neighborhood run, 49:23
10/12, 5.71 mile neighborhood run, 55:43
10/14, 2.51 mile neighborhood walk/run, 35:14
10/15, 2.47 mile neighborhood walk/run, 34:07
10/16, 2.47 trail run, 25:43
I’ve told this story to a few friends already, but it’s still funny. A few months back I picked up a jog stroller for $40 bucks on Craigslist. I love running with my little one and now, thanks to my jog stroller, I have some serious appreciation for all the mama’s out there hauling these things along. They do glide nicely along, but that doesn’t mean the extra pounds from baby and stroller aren’t noticeable. I’ve even gotten a few compliments on my new, more shapely biceps.
I noticed, especially on longer runs, the stroller gets harder to push. I just figured I was feeling the burn. After all, I’m running. Between the baby and stroller I’m pushing at least 20 lbs. I’m just getting tired, burning calories, nearly reaching my runners high. Except that, I wasn’t.
Hubs and I took a walk a few evenings ago. He was pushing our little one along in the jog stroller when he says to me, “Your break drags.” And I’m all like, “What to you mean?” And he’s like, “The break on your jog stroller drags after a while. Can’t you hear that noise?” Turns out that pushing my jog stroller felt harder because it actually was harder. I never noticed the dragging. Once the clicking was pointed out to me, sure I could hear it. I typically run with ear buds so I never noticed it before. Hilarious, right? Just another day.
A few of my recent runs…
Saturday, 9/28, neighborhood stroller walk/run, 2.25 miles, 24:02
Monday, 9/30, neighborhood stroller walk, 1.79 miles, 26:16
Tuesday, 10/1, neighborhood run, 4.10 miles, 38:43
Thursday, 10/3, neighborhood run, 4.27, 39:21
Typically I wouldn’t call out whether it was a stroller run or not, but I’m a little concerned that my stroller pace is nearly the same as my non-stroller pace. This reinforces my theory that I only have one pace–slow–and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Been binge watching Scandal on Netflix ahead of tonight’s season premiere. It is so good.
Enraged, really? Ok, I’m being a little dramatic, but take into consideration that what I’m about to post pulled me out of a long blogging slumber.
Hubs and I just celebrated four years in Central PA and for the most part we love living here. We love the history. We love the farmers markets. We love all the quirky independent shops and amazing restaurants. We love the active lifestyle, parks, and open air concerts. And we love our little house in the country.
One thing we don’t love…the never ending ROAD WORK!! Seriously Central PA! How can we have so much road work and still have the world’s crappiest roads? I’m completely baffled. And while we’re at it, I never have understood why Central Pennsylvania won’t put shoulders on their roads. We live in an area heavily populated by Amish. THEY NEED SHOULDERS!! WE ALL NEED SHOULDERS!! The all-caps are meant to emphasize my rage.
You might be wondering, “why now?” After all, I’ve lived here for four years and never complained about the road work before. This is true. Until recent months, I didn’t have a young child with me in my car. A little road traffic was only a minor inconvenience or irritation. But now, there are feeding schedules. There a nap schedules. Strict schedules, Central PA DOT!! (I’m not actually sure this is DOT’s fault, but I’m feeling compelled to point blame.)
On Tuesdays, I head to market. The farmers markets in Central PA are treasures. The baby is fed. The diaper bag is packed. Three hours until next feeding and nap. Market is a mere 20-30 minute drive depending on traffic. I’ve got my grocery list. I know exactly which market stands I’m headed to. Shopping shouldn’t take more than 30 minutes tops and that includes browsing and a quick scone stop.
From my house, I take a detour to get to the highway. There’s road work on the main thoroughfare out to the highway. The road has been closed since April. Yes, you read that right…since April. No big deal. I’m used to the slight detour. I take the river roads to the highway. They’re more scenic anyhow. Not a mile down the road, I encounter my first road work sign. Luckily, it’s just tree trimming. I have to stop for the lane closure, but it’s early and the wait is short.
I make it nearly to the highway when I see the next road work sign. This time, it’s sidewalk construction and maintenance on the bridge. I take a deep breath and let it go. The morning is beautiful and I love driving over the Susquehanna on days like this. The sun shines down in all its glory on the rocky river. Traffic is slow across the bridge, but it’s not stopping.
Twenty minutes, one road closure and two road work areas later, I get to the highway where I see an electronic sign flashing…”Road Work Ahead. Expect Delays.” Seriously! SERIOUSLY!! It’s Tuesday. By this time, it’s morning rush hour. Road work during rush hour? Who’s brilliant idea was that?
We come to a complete stop, twice. We sit for another 20 minutes. I start to question whether farm fresh milk, vegetables picked yesterday, and grass feed pork are worth it. Hell, yes! The road work will not defeat me today. We’ve lost nearly an hour, but my little one seems satisfied in the back seat playing with her ducky and eating puffs .
We take the recommended detour to bypass some of the traffic where we run into…you guessed it, more road work. What the f$&k? You can’t do road work on the highway and the detour!! We stop, again. The baby is starting to get fussy now. I’ve lost track of time. We’re so close to market. So close.
We start moving again and roll into downtown Lancaster. All seems well, until…road work. Seems the whole of downtown is being resurfaced. I park the car. My soul is broken as I push the stroller over the road work at the crosswalks on the way to market.
Thankfully, the pain of the drive is a memory soon forgotten. Market is wonderful. There’s a soft glow encompassing the historic market building. The morning is cool. The sun is bright. Baby is happy to be out of the car. Life is good for few minutes.
And then we have to drive home.
I’m a person who’s motivated by rewards. Take a look at my new reward…
Ooo, pretty! Last month I ran the Capitol Hill Classic 10K–my first race since welcoming my little one into the world this past December. I promised myself a reward for running 6 miles before she turned 6 months. Welcome to my world Saucony Kinvara 3. I’d been drooling over them and was super surprised when they arrived in the mail one day. Hubs…He even ordered the right size (I always get my running shoes a size larger).
It was time to retire my Brooks Ravenna 3. Oh the miles they’ve seen. I love my Brooks running shoes. In fact, until I tried Brooks, I never thought a shoe could make much of a difference in my running. A pair of Ravenna’s, two Adrenaline’s and a Ghost later, still loving Brooks running shoes. There will certainly be more Brooks in my future.
Still, I’d heard so many good things about Kinvara that I was really wanted to try them. I’ve strayed from Brooks before. I tried a pair of well-reviewed Nike’s and New Balance shoes in the past, but for me, they weren’t anything to rave about. I’m super excited to get out and road test my new Kinvara’s.
I’ll be road testing something else on my next run, too.
Folks have asked how I’ve managed to go this long without a jog stroller. Truthfully, I don’t know. I typically avoid running during the cold months, so it wasn’t an issue during the winter months. While training for the Capitol Hill Classic, I squeezed in runs here and there–early mornings, late evenings, quick intervals with the walking stroller. I managed, but it wasn’t ideal by any means.
I picked this one up used for a steal. An InStep Safari jog stroller with a swivel front wheel. It has an adjustable handle, foot break, and pocket and basket storage. The canopy has a plastic widow that’s great for sneak peaks but can be covered to keep little ones safe from the sun. The canopy can also be pulled back. The seat is also adjustable and can recline for sleepy little ones (perfect for my little one who can’t seem to keep her eyes open any length of time in a stroller…It’s just so soothing!). I laundered some of the material and wiped the rest down with wipes. Hubs made sure the tires had enough air. Other than a little fading on the canvas, it’s in great shape. Can’t wait to use it.
Feeling pretty great. Ran the 34th Capitol Hill Classic last Sunday. That would be 6.2 miles before my little one turns six months old. So yeah, I’m feeling pretty great.
Race day was a gray and misty. The race was supposed to kick off at 8:30 am, but the line for packet pick-up rounded the block so race directors delayed the start slightly. Once the race got underway, I was feeling great. This was my first race since having my little one in December, and frankly, I was a little nervous. I didn’t get out to train as much as I normally would before a race. I’m still learning how to fit running into my new mommy schedule. I try hard to make it a priority, but sometimes life (or laundry, or dishes, or vacuuming…excuses, I know!) happen. Despite not running as often as I would have liked leading up to the race, I was still feeling pretty confident that I could cross the finish line not far off my average pace.
How’d I do? Finished in 1:03:20. 1,720 out of 2,365 runners overall, and 776 female out of 1,289. That put me at or about 10 minutes per mile.
So, what really made this a great race? I enjoyed my sister’s company along the way–and it took very little convincing to get her to race which leads me to believe there’s a runner in there somewhere. And for the first time, I got to greet my baby girl at the finish line. That smile always makes my day.
Can’t wait to run it again next year.