j-lyn's corner

Somehow conned JM to run with me in the bitter cold. Such a strange run, started with warm beautiful sunshine. Lots of laughter, race planning, and the usual trail tales. Ended with running miles through a cold, shaded canyon.

The hardest part of the run was opening and starting the car. I had no dexterity in my fingers. After getting the car started I sucked on my fingers until I could at least wiggle them before driving home.

Out by my house (by the SLC airport) it's supposed to be the coldest it's been in 20 years. Fantastic.

Gets me all excited for my token early/late runs this week. 

 I'm going to need a few more packages of hand warmers.

This morning (aka the great whining session).... Hmm. The stats:

10.6 miles on post-holes of despair whining, crying, and trash-talking. Somehow managed to summit the twins and get back down, although I almost succeeded in getting jun lost. Since that took the bulk of my morning (almost 3 hours) and I was running out of time before preschool was over, I went home, laced on my road shoes, and ran on a running path that had the perfect 1-3 inches of snow on it.

I can't say it sucked. I can't say it was good either. It was fun to trash talk and laugh with jun. The run portion was entirely awful. (not sure how much running was done, there must be a better name for "suffering movement in snow") The last 9 I went slower dreaming of water, bacon, and showers.

 Jun did a more in-depth blog entry here: http://jun.fastrunningblog.com/.

I blame him entirely. He also suggested that I would die of dehydration on the side of a trail with vultures pecking my eyes out. This would be after goading him into doing something stupid.

How flattering.

Recovery run with the track club and a few extra for good measure.

I am so used to bathroom trail etiquette. Good thing the extra miles were at a park. (Albeit a park with lots of sledders...)

Song of the day: Out to Get You, James 

Ran in Logan. Cold Logan. I was tempted to run at 4am with fellow crazies, but I had this brilliant idea of actually sleeping in til 8am.

Then my kids and husband got up 5am (and if you know me and my sleep disabalities, that means I'm up too.) I should've woken up an hour and a half earlier....

I think I'm fighting a cold. Or I'm sick. Or it's the inversion. Or I'm allergic to dairy and I'm eating too much of it anyway. Who knows?

4 miles and some lame WOD while my laundry was going at my parents. I need a longer run and tomorrow is my mandatory rest day.

I was reading this training blog, and the writer suggests that every run have a purpose (i.e. tempo run, speedwork, recovery run, fartlek, etc).

Ok dude. Tuesday my run was to enhance my suffering capabilities and see how slow I can move. Today the purpose was to forget gloves and lose complete feeling in my hands and see how long it takes to regain feeling so I can drive home from Logan. See, my runs have a purpose.

PS: New blog post: http://jennilyneaton.blogspot.com/2013/01/running-lies-exposed.html 

Song of the day: Everyone thinks I'm a liar/ No one knows the truth/ If it was a bigger fire/ I would be on the roof: Submarines by The Lumineers

Ran at 4am with JK. JM was sick, bummer. I even brought coconut-oatmeal sugar cookies. I discovered they taste fantastic frozen.

Lil Fish was up puking all night. He was so tired, I would have to hold him up otherwise he'd lay his head in the throw-up bowl while still puking.

I could've snuck in another 3-4 miles, but I was eager to get home and take care of my little guy.

I think we summited Mount Wire. Or Mount Aire. Vancott? haha. Something like that.

I'll make myself do some core and strength tonight, probably about 45min.

Today: Fake Plastic Trees, Radiohead  It's been a while since I watched that vid. The lead singer looks exactly like the guy I dated when I was 14 who introduced me to this song...