Saturday, November 21, 2009

Running 20 miles

I did 20 miles today.

I was a little bummed about it, partially because the back of my knees started killing me at Mile 16. I took some Ibuprofen and decided that it would be better to walk it, particularly since I took the Ibuprofen; it would've be too easy to push it too hard. So I walked three of the four remaining miles.

What was interesting to me is that it wasn't the cardiovascular system that got me, it was the musculoskeletal system.

What I learned: I need to get more time on my feet. The 16 miles totaled about 3.5 hours. The remaining four miles was another hour.

They gave us these lovely "medal" keychains.

I wore my stupid club shirt, which I hate. I am not doing it again. There are psychological aspects of long runs; I hate the shirt so much that I swear it messes with me. Not that I'm opposed to looking bad for a practical reason; this thing just bothers me.

Nutrition: Walnuts and chia seeds in my water were my fueling. I had packed up a protein-and-carb-rich lunch to eat afterwards, but I left it at home -- so I gave the Whole Foods hot bar some business instead, as I was trying to eat as soon as possible after the run.

Icing: I also picked up some ice for an ice bath. Which was great.

Music: I used to not bring my iPod, in order to be social. I brought it today, and it was a good move. I could still be social, and it kept me more motivated.

Friday, November 20, 2009

What happens when a long-married woman answers the couple's questionnaire

My blogging buddy Amber did this little meme on her blog today, and since I haven't invaded my own privacy too much lately, I decided to follow. Of course, the people who usually answer these are cute twentysomethings with cute twentysomething boyfriends/fiances/husbands, so I figured I'd give them a taste of what they might be writing 10 or 20 years from now when I do Paul's and mine.

How long have you been together?
Since October '93.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We worked together during the summer of '88. We started working together again in August '93. We ran into each other a couple of times in the interim, but we weren't keeping in touch. (These were pre-Facebook days!)

Who asked whom out?
He asked me (of course!).

Whose siblings do you see the most?
Mine. They're closer and younger. We don't overwhelm them, as we do Paul's family; plus, there are cousins for the kids to play with.

Did you go to the same school?
Are you from the same home town?


No and no. But I went to college in his home town.

Who is smarter?
He says me -- and that he was surprised when he figured that out. To be fair, he met me once I had learned how to be less of a show-off. I say that he has a thoughtful intelligence that is much more subtle but just as valuable. I'm "quicker" and score higher in IQ tests; he's much more intellectually tenacious, and I envy and admire that.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
No one place. Most of the places where we eat out, I've dug up some kind of deal.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
The Caribbean when we first got married. Before we were married, we visited my family in Albuquerque. A few years ago, we drove across the country for three weeks. The kids came on that one, of course.

Who has the craziest exes?
Paul! He always says that he was drawn to women who appeared unique and independent. Oftentimes, however, that also meant more than a little bit crazy.

Who has the worst temper?
Paul. But, because I don't have a temper to speak of, it is very effective when I do let it loose.

Who does the cooking?
Me.

Who is the neat-freak?
Paul. But he's not excessively so. The reality, though, is that any time there's two people, subtle differences are going to be highlighted.

Who is more stubborn?
Paul.

Who hogs the bed?
Neither. We have a huge bed -- and no kids in it anymore!

Who wakes up earlier?
I wake up earlier naturally, when I don't have any responsibilities. Paul has to get up earlier to be at work at 7. He also suffers from insomnia, so he's up in the middle of night a lot.

Where was your first date?
We went to see the movie "Rudy," which was terrible and which initially scared me a little when he asked me to go to it because I thought he might be a big, rah-rah Notre Dame fan. Big, rah-rah Notre Dame fans were one of the kinds of men I avoided. But there was just nothing else playing at the time. And it was fun to make fun of. Then we went to a little diner near the theater.

Who is more jealous?
He's more possessive (particularly since I've lost weight), but I wouldn't call it jealous, as he's not worried. I'm more aware of when he has a female admirer, which he seldom picks up on. He finds it humorous when I tell him my "Being Out in L.A. As a Thinner Woman" stories, and they don't anger him.

How long did it take to get serious?
We were engaged within seven months, married within 15 months of dating. (And pregnant very soon afterwards.) We didn't live together until we were married. I got to meet his family (at Thanksgiving dinner) within a month.

Who eats more?
Before Oct. 2007, it was me. Now, it's Paul. (And he never gains an ounce!)

Who does the laundry?
Paul does his own laundry and he'll also throw in towels and sheets. I do mine and the younger children's. The older children do their own.

Who’s better with the computer?
We're about the same.

Who drives when you are together?
Usually me. I know L.A. so much better. Of course, that just makes the disparity that much greater, so he also tries to get out there on his own once in a while.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

City of Angels Half won't be happening this year

I think we all knew this, but now it's official.

Check out the website. There's a link to a press release announcing that it's becoming part of the Rock N Roll series -- and will be Oct. 24, 2010.

Vanity sizing and clothes frustrations

The scorecard from yesterday's self-indulgent try-on-clothes trip to
Anthropologie.

This gorgeous little number (check out the back!) did not fit in a Size 12, the largest size in stock. Grrrr. Not that I would've paid $100 anyway ...

So I'm 0-for-1.

But then, I found a flattering Size 8 blouse that fit, although it had a surprising gape at the neckline. Probably would've needed to get it tailored and/or find new underwear. That wasn't a strikeout. Let's call it a deep fly ball to the warning track. 0-for-2.

Another nice top in a Medium, which fit fine, although it was a bit low-cut. But I didn't want to pay $40 for it; I'm expecting price to drop further. 0-for-3.

Nice big cardigan, marked down 75 percent, so it's down to a cheaper-than-Target price. Two sizes: Small and Medium. I can tell why it's on such dramatic clearance when I realize that the Small is what looks best. The weird sizing is going to keep most Anthropologie shoppers away. But that puts me at 1-for-4!

It's so strange how inconsistent sizing can be, even within the same store. Admittedly, a lot is dependent on how fitted an item is -- and on the fact that I have clavicles and a tiny ribcage now, but the belly remains.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Race results

You know, I haven't posted my latest race times. Of course, I'm trying to be pretty mellow about them. But I went and looked them up the other day, and I'm posting them so I can find them later.

The Jet to Jetty 10K in August was my first and only 10K. It wasn't chip timed: 1:11.9.

The Santa Monica 5000 (5K) last month was my second, and my first was faster, primarily because I didn't realize how long 5K is with the first one. Here's the time: 33:42.4.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Thinking about maintenance

I'm thinking about doing a kind of maintenance while I train for the marathon, just because I don't want to have to be worried about numbers on the scale while I'm focused on getting in better shape.

What would that mean in terms of my eating? Not much. Still no sugar, wheat or flour. When I'm officially on maintenance, I'll be able to drink alcohol again. But I don't really need or want that at this point, so I'm not thinking about that.


Sweet Paul story:
He's reading me from the paper, "Kathleen, this says that men are six times more likely to leave their wives right when they've been diagnosed with cancer or multiple sclerosis." I'm not at all surprised by this, of course. Paul, however, is. "I wouldn't do that," he says. "Six times zero is still zero." When Paul says things like that, which could be a pull-at-the-wife's-heartstrings kind of remark, he's so matter-of-fact and logical that it's funny. It's a good thing I don't need or want my heartstrings pulled.

A quick two miles

I had another cold-ish run this morning, thanks to Paul needing a ride to work. If he hadn't, I probably would have wussed out.

This is going to sound strange, but keeping my hair loose and not in a ponytail kept me so much warmer. I remember that from last year now.

So, I did two miles. I forgot my timer, but it was about 24 minutes.

Monday, November 16, 2009

How Running Changed My Life

One of my favorite informational running blogs is the RunnerDude, who is a 40-something dad runner. He's full of great info.

Today, I have a guest post in his periodic series: "How Running Changed My Life."

A cold run

This has never happened before, but I was actually cold on my run this morning. Usually, after about five minutes, I'm pretty warm, so I never wear jackets or long sleeves. Today, my arms were cold.

I got 40 minutes in.

Another unusual thing: I almost got run over by the members of one of those bootcamp classes. I'm usually pretty deferential with other runners -- but these people were hogging the whole path, coming toward me and they wouldn't go into single file. One guy almost collided with me. So they got the prickly plodder. "Move over!" I said.

This morning, I already got my run in (after being a bit sluggish lately) and went to the market for tomatillos for my turkey-tomatillo chili for the crockpot. I'm going to be gone most of the day.

Paul has taken to calling me the "master juggler," particularly after yesterday, where I got girls to two simultaneous Girl Scout events. He says I'm violating the "Paul Rule," which is to Do Only One Thing a Day. Our lives would be pretty boring if I followed that one as well.