So I asked him what he thought of people, generally -
Hmmm, I wonder how they’d taste.
Ladies and gentlemen: my boyfriend.
I think he won the internet
Let’s get down to business
I know that some of you are more interested in the nitty gritty of my schedulesand plans. Knowing that every single one of us has entirely different needs, I wanted to share mine. Partly because this way, I can get all excited about Wednesday when I finally get to start running again!
This is all early days, but it really is time to begin thinking about upcoming races, with the ultimate goal being the Sydney Marathon in September. So, mucking around with this awesome new find of periodisation (dividing the racing season into three categories), and adding in some light weeks, this is a rough draft of where I’m headed.
Did I mention I like structure?
I’m all ears guys – and many of you have been there, done that.
So I’m a bit obsessive. And sometimes that’s great. The OCD tendencies in most runners are what get us over the line. It gets us through sticky tempo runs, and drags our lazy behinds out of bed when the alarm goes off at ‘what the hell were you thinking’ o-clock. Basically, it makes us awesome.
Awake before the rest of the world.
Sometimes it’s also good to learn to be less obsessive. This whole break thing, for example, is going to make me a better runner in the long term, and its giving me time to recharge. I’m also looking at it as a way to relax, deal with less intensity in my life, and have fun with friends.
This morning, I ran a race (don’t freak out Cait – I very calmly jogged 4km in about 40 minutes).
This is my friend Va – it was her second race. Ever. She inspires me every day.
Just after the drink station
Here’s the thing though. I am neurotic. And I have this wonderful split personality in my head that spends half its life saying
Be strong. You are disciplined enough to do whatever you want. Go for it.
And the other voice, that responds with,
Well, yes, but at what cost? Have you considered chilling the hell out?
That second voice is one I have acquired over time. I’m fairly sure that piece of my brain was missing when I was born.
Sometimes, the winning voice is easy to determine.
Have to get up early? Just do it.
Want to run 10km? Just do it.
The need to work extra time at the end of the day to achieve more before the day ends? Chill out.
Then there are situations where the voices just fight.
Right now, those voices are fighting over me. We know that I’ve dealt with an eating disorder. I know that it’s just one of those things that might play on my mind forever. A lot of people deal with that voice telling them to lose weight, go on a diet, exercise more, whatever. My voice likes to aim for the Nicole Ritchie circa 2006 look.
I’ve gotten pretty good at telling that voice to shut up.
The problem with a break from running is that without that high intensity exercise all the time, I find myself looking for clues that I’m about to explode out into elephant territory. Clearly it’s not going to happen, but it’s there. A constant, irritating voice asking why I’ve ‘let myself go’ so much over the last two years, lamenting the fact that I ever started running and turbo-charged my appetite in the first place, and asking why disciplined Kate can’t just take action and freakin’ deal with the situation.
While it may sound very first world and of no real consequence, for me and plenty of others, that voice is paralysing. Nothing is enjoyable if all you can focus on is the size of your thighs.
So I’m taking action.
If I’m going to take some time off running, I’m going to come back to it with a much more measured attitude. I’m going to get my training in order, but I’m also going to get my food in order. Over the last few months, my good old fear of carbs has been creeping back. And worse, counter-acted by ‘you’re an idiot brain’ with chocolate or ice-cream to compensate. In sum, the whole food thing just isn’t working for me at the moment.
Look, it’s still part of a healthy diet…but it probably shouldn’t replace half a meal.
Ever the pro-active neurotic runner chick, I recognise that I’m going down a crappy road, so I’m booking myself in to see a sports nutritionist.
We can’t always do it alone, and I intend to pick her brain until I figure out what my body needs, how to manage it with my lifestyle (i.e. not waiting until 3pm for lunch between work and work), and how to enjoy dessert without feeling guilty or going all in for the binge.
Let’s get this shit sorted.
Does food ever bother you, or do you just go with the flow?
I went blog hopping this evening before writing my post, and I have to have an impromptu ‘best post introduction’ award – Rachel, at Busy Mama Fitness, smashed it out of the park today. On shaving her armpits?
I used to be able to go a week between shaving my armpits and now within a day, it’s ‘Trouble with Tribbles’ under there
So where did we leave off before I got lost in a sea of small children who can’t read or talk good? Oh yeah – lol, YOLO. Don’t EVER say that in public. Unless you’re the Lonely Island. And not the bad kind with palm trees and Gilligan.
Since Saturday, I have discovered a new breed of speed training: the tempo interval.
What the hell? There’s tempo, and there’s intervals. Both are evil. So when yesterday’s program called for ‘tempo intervals’ of 10 min tempos and 2 min recovery jogs, it seemed a little bit rough. Especially first thing in the morning.
As it turns out, it’s the world’s best workout. A nasty tempo – with the sweet relief that a normal tempo relentlessly denies.
Want to give it a shot?Do 10 mins, just above your tempo pace, followed by a 2 min recovery jog. Repeat 3-4 times. (f you want to check out your times, or figure out the right tempo pace for you, try the MacMillan Calculator).
There will be sweat…
I covered about 8km in 40 mins, and holy wow was it a good workout.
So, we’ve rambled on and now we’re here. I thought I missed the point of this post, but there it is – go try Satan’s favourite new trick- tempo intervals.
Major confession time. I spent an hour or so this morning playing neopets. I think I have a problem.
Mr The Rake likes to talk about alcohol as the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems. Like the dag I am, I think running is way better. The problems? Beware the injured runner. BUT you get the endorphin rush of an awesome, awesome workout. And you can casually drop into conversation that you’re just heading out or a lazy 20km, and people look at you with respect (or or begin to back away slowly).
Do not mess with the run
This morning is a case in point. I have been feeling like shit all week. Everything’s been difficult, and the whole sleeping thing isn’t really working out for me.
So this morning, I decided to run 2 laps of the bay. If you don’t happen to live within 2km of my house, that means that I ran about 17km. And the rain was torrential. At some points the combination of wind and rain was so bad that I was running with my eyes shut. Can you just picture me there, on the bridge, running blindly into a headwind? Hot stuff. My soaked-through shorts were enjoying gravity as much as Yogi Bear loves a picnic.
Rain = no humidity, so it was the best run I’ve had in ages. And over 1 1/2 hours, the world’s woes cease to mean very much.
You know those runs that just make you feel like you could run forever? That you’re invincible? That there’s a reason you lace up those shoes each day?
Today I had one.
At 6am, I left the house in the dark, and headed straight into torrential rain. The cars splashed me as I passed. No-one was on the road. I was drenched. I had directions written on my arm. I got lost.
At 7am, I met my running group and ran with them around Olympic Park, mapping the course of the Color Run.
Everything about it was perfect.
So that’s a high for this week’s long run, right?
15km later, and fully carbed up again, guess what I’m doing? Heading out to the mountains for another 24km tomorrow. I am S-M-R-T.
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I am Kate, a 24 year old Aussie living in Sydney. During the week, I run a business and spend time with my other half – Mr The Rake. In every spare second in between, I run.
I started Run With Kate to track my progress as I worked toward running the Melbourne Marathon.
I ran it. And I kept running. Running has helped me to overcome anxiety and disordered eating. It’s given me new friends, new goals, and a totally new outlook on life. Join me as I share my running adventures (and stupid stories) and share your adventures in return.
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