j-lyn's corner

Finally did a real recovery run. It was terrible. Everything hurt. I hate recovering.

8 miles @ Dimple Dell 1:08:30. A decent pace for decent gain. I was disappointed there wasn't more mud.

I am starting to be obsessed (again) with Flo Rida. Especially the song Whistle, which was brought to my attention again by a friend who commented that her teenager just explained to her what the song was about, and ruined what she thought was a song about whistling.

Oh, Utahn's. Really, that song couldn't be more obvious. 

In her defense, it is about whistling. ;) 

Jun's watch said 19.12 and mine said 19.21 and then the watches got in a fight and mine was bigger and awesomer so it won.

When did I become such a running gear junky? Once we started working in the ourdoor industry a couple years ago, my lil fam has accumulated a TON of gear, which we're always swapping out and upgrading. I actually know the names of different types of rope cores. Bleh.

Ah yes, this morning. Neasts came out and joined us, hooray! She's fun to run with, and she's super speedy. ScottW had to bail with knee issues. Jacob came, whined for 16 miles about how we were running too fast, then booked it down the last 3 miles. ...Yeah, pretty much true to form for him. Jun called me fat again. I cried.

 A lot of deep mud, deep thoughts on dying at Barkley, and so on. I swear a saw a mountain lion. Foxes aren't that big nor do they run that fast. 

My reverse shin splint again felt better after running than it did before. Tapering down too much mileage too quickly is apparently just as bad as adding too much mileage too quickly. 

Nice morning. 

9 miles with Jim @CC. It wasn't muddy. It was a light-hearted, trash talking sort of day, and full of fun. I was starving and ate all of the snacks I found in my car, vest, and bag within the first 20 minutes.

I got to run in my new running shorts! Woo-hoo! First thing I've bought for myself for running since lil Fish was born! :) They are lovely. When I ate the trail the first thought in my head wasn't about pain, assessing injuries, or etc- it was, oh no! My shorts! ha. But they didn't get snagged at all.

With about a mile-ish left, some mountain bikers were stopped out in front of us. Then they started pedaling down the hill. I looked at Jim, who laughed and said, "Go get 'em." So I did. I passed one, and got pretty close to the 2nd one before I decided to stop fooling around and wait for Jim. He was dying laughing. I must've been running @ a 4 min/mile pace. What fun.

There is talk about me running a buck-twenty five at Wasatch this year. What mischief. :) 

In honor of hitting 500 miles, the NERC club (in Logan) made me a present.

aw, yeah.

slightly more psyched to push the double jogger for 10 miles tomorrow. Core, back, and legs for an hour on weights today.   that didn't happen!

Not all training runs are fun. Some are downright awful. I tried to have a PMA as everything sucked all morning, thinking "if everything is awful now maybe it'll be great later." It's a lie.

I duct-taped the chunk of my achilles that's rubbed off. But then the duct tape crunched up and chaffed-- result: more skin loss.

There were several goat heads in the double jogger. Oh, no worries, I will fill them with our bike goo and pump the trailer back up. With two boys biking and crashing and crying this takes an entire hour. Once I finally get going one tire goes flat at mile 3. The next tire was completely gone at my turnaround at mile 5. The goo stuff is supposed to prevent this...?!

I wanted to charge my ipod so my kids could play on my phone and I could listen to music, but the charger is broken.  So I charged my Nook for them, which died at mile 4.I then lost my music. So the wind picked up to console me...as I ran against it.

I'm glad I didn't do weights late last night as planned. My core and arms are shot, and would've been worse if I had worked them yesterday.

So, pushing a trailer with two boys heavier than me for 10 miles isn't the best idea. Somehow I managed a sub 10 min/mile pace, and even passed a person or two (poor guys). It all worked out and I got a lesson on suffering.

Oh, and then I used the rest of my birthday money and got my nose pierced. I put in a pretty little moonstone. Based on other people's reactions to it, I'm not assured my husband won't flip when he comes home from climbing tomorrow. According to my kids, I'm the most beautiful mommy and the piercing makes me super cool. (They also think I should pierce both sides of my nose, then I'd be even cooler).

I'm having second thoughts on taking the double jogger out for a repeat adventure tomorrow.