If you’re joining me on my April challenge, the Buff and Bendy Challenge, today’s push up day! Head on over to my YouTube channel for instructional videos and other how-tos all challenge long!
If you’re joining me on my April challenge, the Buff and Bendy Challenge, today’s push up day! Head on over to my YouTube channel for instructional videos and other how-tos all challenge long!
If you’ve been keeping up with the Buff and Bendy Challenge, you’ll notice that we’ve added tons of instructional videos to the YouTube channel. What’s missing? Awesome running tips. Today, we’re highlighting running form and talking about how to run with the most efficient form. Check it out here (running form video)
Or, visit me on YouTube and clicking on the Buff and Bendy Playlist. Stay tuned – more great videos are coming!
I love MarathonFoto. I am grateful to them and their camera crews for sitting on the sidelines of races in the heat, cold, snow, wind, and rain for hours just to captures pictures of runners who zip by without a thank you. I am grateful to those people who sit on a curb from 5am until well after noon just to snap some pictures. I am sure it’s a tough job. I certainly don’t want to do it. But, there’s one thing that the MarathonFoto photographers consistently do that drives me crazy – call it my race photo pet peeve if you will – they cut obvious groups off in pictures.
I’ve now run several races as part of a couple or a group – and made it obvious I was part of a duo or a small group. Yet, in the vast majority of MarathonFoto pictures, they only capture part of the group. I don’t think it’s unclear that my comrades and I are together. We wear obviously matching costumes, hold hands, run extremely close together, etc. To no avail. MarathonFoto captures one and half of us. Every. Single. Time. I understand that runners are moving quickly and there are lots of us, but I’ve walked several races with mom where we were not only moving not zipping along at a 6-minute mile, but were also the only athletes around.
Take for example, this recent race with my mom. Completely matching outfits. Running side by side.
My mom has the same image as part of hers, but with just half of my arm in it. When we were looking at the images, I said, “Hey, that’s my arm”. My arm has a starring role in my mom’s race photos. It’s dark, so I give them credit on that one. However…
Most of the time I don’t end up buying the images. The whole point of wearing matching outfits, holding hands, and doing a race together is to have pictures together – not a picture of my mom’s arm and me doing a race together.
Just for fun, here are a few more classics.
As funny as these shots are, wouldn’t it be nice to have ones with us both in them? I think so. Of course, until I pick up the camera myself, I can’t complain. It’s a tough job and someone has to do it – one and a half runners at a time.
Looking for an amazing April challenge to jump start your fitness, or to add a little spice to your usual routine? My friend from Bikram Yoga Downtown Hartford and I devised a great one for you – lots of variety and lots of yoga. I love it and you will too! Not local to the Hartford, Connecticut area? No worries! Print out the challenge board and keep track of your progress! Join me on my Facebook page for updates, motivation, and more!
Here’s the calendar as a PDF for those of you who want to join the challenge! Buff and Bendy Calendar
If you’ve been a long time follower of this blog, you’ll know that I reviewed Drip Drop ORS a while back. I enjoyed Drip Drop in its original Lemon flavor. Recently, the nice folks at Drip Drop contacted me and asked me to review their latest creation, a berry flavored version of the classic ORS.
Drip Drop is an interesting company – evolving not from a beverage company but from a desire to provide an effective rehydration solution for medial uses. The developer hoped to create an effective hydration solution to help solve the crisis of dehydration in developing nations. Through scientific testing, their product line was developed. The sports drink is an extension of their mission to provide great-tasting hydration to everyone.
In the years since my last review, Drip Drop has grown. Now used by the US Special Forces and a variety of elite athletes, its profile as a company and as a hydration solution has evolved. Drip Drop is now available across the country in most Walgreens stores and is becoming a preferred electrolyte drink.
It worth note, as I said in my last review, that I dislike most salty-sweet electrolyte drinks. I generally don’t like salt and find most all sports drinks a disgusting combination of sweet and salty. Drip Drop is different. It doesn’t try to be sweet. It’s lightly flavored, but in a natural way, not in a “let’s dump in a ton of sugar to cover up the taste way”. The berry flavor Drip Drop is actually quite tasty. Drip Drop contains no artificial flavors, colors, or preservatives and is 98% natural thanks to their proprietary blend of electrolytes and sugars. I enjoy knowing that I’m getting my hydration needs met, but without sugar, coloring, and flavors like “blue ice” added to my drink. The berry flavor is light, more cherry flavored than blueberry flavored and easy to drink. I enjoyed the flavor and found it refreshing. It actually tastes like berries, not sugar pretending to be berries.
Drip Drop is highly effective. I’ve used it during workouts, after workouts, and even when I had the flu. It’s easy to drink, gentle on my stomach, and provides effective hydration. I find that a relatively small amount works well for me and effectively prevents cramps, the first sign of dehydration for me. Given that Drip Drop is a powder that’s easily mixed in water, it’s easy to store, transport, and use on the go. I can slip one foil packet in my race supplies and mix in just what I need – a whole packet for a whole bottle of water, or smaller amounts for cups of water. It’s a great solution.
Overall, I enjoyed my sample of Drip Drop’s berry flavor and would highly recommend it to anyone looking for a hydration drink that’s simple, effective, and has a fresh taste. Buy your own on Drip Drop’s site, or at an authorized retailer.
Now that mom’s a half marathoner, we’ve been on a quest to find interesting races that we can to together. Given that mom is a walker (granted, a fast one, but a walker), we are always searching for races that advertise as being walker-friendly, or that have a good cut off time suitable for walkers in interesting locations. In our quest to find interesting races that fit the criteria, we identified the FirstWatch Sarasota Half Marathon as a contender. Once we leaded about the area, we signed up immediately. A run over a bridge, on a key, and through stately homes, all ocean-front? Yes, please!
Mom and I decided that the best plan was to stay overnight in a hotel in Sarasota (terrible, I know) and enjoy the area before the half marathon. We found our place easily and set off to check out the area. It’s gorgeous. For those of you who haven’t been to Sarasota, look it up on a map. The whole city is right on the water, with keys along the coast. It’s amazing. The city also seems to enjoy art, as evidenced by the amazing art installations all along the city sidewalks.
After enjoying some time in the city, admiring the enormous statue of the kissing sailor, it was time for our early bed time. Race morning dawned early, with clear skies and crisp air. It was approximately 68 degrees at race start, perfect racing conditions. Mom and I snapped a few quick pictures, then set off.
The course went along Route 41, the waterfront main drag and immediately headed out toward the Ringling Bridge. The view over the bridge was amazing – stately homes, bobbing boats, and water as far as the eye could see. Next, the course wound through St. Armand’s Circle, the little shopping area and center of St. Armand’s Key. It was lovely, old Florida style. Next, it was back up and over the bridge. By this time the sun was up and the day was bright and clear. The course continued back along the main drag, past several well-staffed aid stations, and right past the Ringling art museum. It’s a funny pink building nestled in the midst of a small neighborhood. The neighborhood was an eclectic mix of beach cottages, vacation homes, and lovely waterfront mansions, complete with their associated compound behind firmly closed gates. Each section of the neighborhood had its own little park, all of them water front. As we wound through the homes and past the parks, we were treated to great views and friendly spectators. About halfway through the neighborhood, we passed a fabulous art deco school. Sadly, I wasn’t fast enough to snap a picture, but it was a great piece of Florida architecture. The neighborhood section was calm, quiet, and shady. All along the way we encountered great characters – only in Florida does a race marshall bring his own parrot.
Once out of the neighborhood, it was just another mile or two to the finish line. Both mom and I loved the course. It was perhaps the best designed course I’ve ever run. It was just perfect. The hills were manageable, even for Floridians, the views spectacular, and the shady neighborhood positioned at just the right spot. There were cheering fans, great water stops, and friendly people all along the way.
At the finish line, volunteers greeted us with our medals (a lovely abstract dolphin) and water. There was a huge finish line party with a live band and tents on the water’s edge. Perhaps the only thing not wonderful about the First Watch Sarasota Half Marathon was the post-race food. It was not good at all. There were bagels (plain and raisin), a few muffins that looked like they wilted in the heat, and a disgusting-looking melted yogurt parfait. There were lots of parfaits left over. The yogurt was warm and runny and even these starving half marathoners couldn’t bring ourselves to eat it.
It’s worth note that the race really was walker friendly. Mom and I were far from the last walkers and the spectators and water stop volunteers were cheerful, plentiful, and happy to see us. We enjoyed all the same amenities as runners. I felt welcomed and encouraged as a walker.
Overall, I loved the First Watch Sarasota Half Marathon. Not only would I do it again, I would recommend it to anyone looking for a well designed course with great views. And though it’s hilly for Florida, anyone who conquers the bridge is rewarded with a great view.
I rarely talk about pace here, mostly because it simply isn’t that important to me. Once upon a time I was much faster, but knee surgery happened and things are different now. Slowly and steadily, I’ve been working on my speed. I would love to get back to where I was pre-surgery, but that seems pretty far off sometimes. I’m older, living in a hillier climate, and, frankly, not in prime racing shape. But I’m getting faster. Lately, my biggest problem hasn’t been my speed. It’s been my brain.
8:20 used to be my long run pace. I love 8:20. It feels great. It’s easy and smooth and it’s my “happy pace”. I finally saw 8:20s in training last fall. Then, I hit 8:20s consistently in a half marathon. But every time I made it, I quickly lost it. It started with little tendrils of panic. I worried about being able to maintain the pace. Then, the voice in my head took over. In a matter of minutes, I went from running comfortably to full-on panic. I convinced myself that I couldn’t keep it up. I couldn’t run 8:20s for more than a mile no matter how easy it felt physically. No matter that I’d been running consistent 7s in my private training runs and hold it for a couple miles. Put me around people and I panicked.
Today, I ran a great local race. I set out with one goal – run below 8:20 average miles for the first 4.5 miles. Then, at the enormous hill at 4.6 miles, walk up the hill and ease my way to the finish line. The first mile started a little slow and that familiar feeling of panic set in. I prevailed over the voice in my head telling me I couldn’t and hit an 8:25 first mile. My second mile was 8:10. Going into the third mile I started to think. Physically, I felt great. I was easily running along, chatting off and on with a nice man near me. I was talking and running and feeling fine physically, but the mental part was a struggle. I spent the next mile trying to convince myself that if I could *talk* at an 8:20 pace I would be fine. And I was fine. I sailed through the third mile and into the fourth. I came upon some hills and ran them easily at 8:18. I made it to the foot of the big hill and could hardly believe it. My average pace was 8:22. Goal achieved, I eased my pace and floated to the finish line. I had broken the 8:30 barrier. Next up, a half marathon at 8:30 and a 5k in the 7s. Speedy former self, I’m coming for you.
Lately I’ve been traveling a lot. Some travel has been work and some has been personal, but I’ve been away from home a lot. I normally enjoy travel, but I think I’m reaching my travel limit. I’m reliant on my routine to get in my runs and to follow my nutrition plan. Those runs and meals are what keep me on track, organized, and sane. Without my precious fitness routine, things start to get off track. I’m doing my best to stick to my routine. I’ve been running and working out in all variety of hotel gyms. Some were excellent…
And some were not. I’ve run in industrial areas, commercial office parks, and along residential streets. I have devised airport fitness routines and even do squats while I’m on breaks in meetings.
I have had amazing, delicious food in wonderful restaurants. I’ve partaken of many of my favorite treats, including fabulous barbecue at Jim N Nick’s in Atlanta.
All in all, it’s been fun. I’ve been lucky to make it home despite pretty difficult and snowy travel conditions.
I’m home for a while and glad to be back in my own house. Today I’m back on my routine. I am headed to the gym to visit the treadmill tonight, and crossing my fingers spring comes quickly.
It’s been a crazy time – I’m writing this post while sitting in the tenth airport I’ve been in in the past three weeks.
It all started with my amazing whirlwind trip to all lands Disney for the Tinkerbell Half Marathon and the Disney Marathon Weekend. That vacation was quickly followed up with two work-related trips. I haven’t been home on a Monday in a while. It’s a crazy time and it’s been wreaking havoc on my usual diet and exercise routine.
First off, work trips usually involve lots of snacks, mostly of the unhealthy variety.
Airport travel practically requires my favorite Starbucks refresher…and maybe the occasional treat.
I’ve also been spending much more time in airports than anticipated thanks to winter weather.
Eating healthy on the road is a challenge. I’m adding extra lettuce and pickles to my burgers and substituting veggies for every side I get in a restaurant (though Southerners have a strange definition of what constitutes a vegetable…but the macaroni and cheese *was* good). As I sit here in the airport, surrounded by pretzels, candy, and bad Chinese food, I keep thinking about apples. I would love a nice, crisp apple. It will be the first thing I eat when I get home.
All this travel also means I’ve had to get creative with my workouts. In addition to squeezing in a run whenever I can, I’ve developed some new airport fitness tricks. Yes, I’m that crazy lady doing squats at the gate. Hi. My name is Rachel and I do body weight exercises in the airport lounge.
My favorite airport workout is my terminal power hike. While waiting for a flight, pace back and forth through the terminal at top speed. Each round, switch suitcase carrying arms to ensure an even shoulder workout. I can usually get several rounds in before the TSA gets suspicious and I have to change the routine. Just last week I walked for over and hour back and forth through a construction area at the Dallas airport. It isn’t pretty or high-intensity, but it’s something. I’ve also experimented with some airport intervals – run to flight, walk around slow people, stop at gate to learn gate changed, run to next gate, repeat.
I love to travel, but I think I’m ready for a few nights in my own bed and a few runs through my usual neighborhood. Just one more trip to go until that dream becomes a reality. Until then, it’s time to fly.
What’s a girl to do when one Disney race just isn’t enough? The Goofy Challenge. This year, I decided to run the Goofy Challenge during the 2014 Disney Marathon Weekend. If you’ve been reading, I already recapped my fun at the expo and in the half marathon.
Sunday was marathon day and the day started very early, much to my dismay. When the alarm clock went off at 2:45am, it took all my energy to move. My legs felt fresh, but my head, throat, chest, and even my eyebrows hurt. The cold/flu that I had been fighting had won. I was sick. Sick sick. And I had 26.2 miles to go to get my Goofy medal. I dragged my sorry self out of bed, complained a lot, and got on with getting into my costume and getting to the starting line.
I warned my family it might not go well. I might DNF. Of course, they could barely hear me since I had completely lost my voice. I hauled my bedraggled self to the starting corrals. Honestly, the rest of the race is a bit of a blur, thanks to my feverish and sickly state. Here’s what I remember (some of which was triggered by a quick post-race review of the pictures I took).
Mile 3 – I couldn’t take my Goofy vest flopping in the wind. I left it along the way.
Mile 5ish – My parents were waiting for me at Cinderella’s Castle. I took a quick picture, assured them that I wasn’t dying, and told them I wanted to finish. I had tested a walking pace and I knew I could walk a 15-minute mile without feeling horrible. I would finish or I would be picked up by the golf cart. Either way, I wasn’t giving up.
Mile 6 – On the back side of the Castle, I took a great picture (my favorite from the whole weekend) right before things got bad.
Mile 8 – The wheels fall off. I’m mostly walking. I’m the crazy lady you see hunched over on the side of the road, resting. That banana was a really terrible idea. It will be a while before I can eat bananas again. It was the low point of the race.
Mile 10 – I had decided early on I wouldn’t go farther than 10 if I were going to DNF. I had a decision to make. I stopped on the side of the road near the waste water treatment plant. I thought about all the training. I thought about my poor, sore siblings and friend willing to take a bus to Wide World of Sports to cheer for me. I thought about how much my mom would worry and how hard she had worked to fight through cramps in her first half. I continued on. I texted my family to tell them I would finish. I was doing it.
Mile 11 – Apparently I took a picture with an owl. I don’t remember this. I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my own two feet. I hate running.
Mile 12 – Things start to look up. For no discernible reason, I start to feel better. And, then, the best thing ever happened. Expedition Everest was open. I could ride my most favorite ride.
Mile 13 – Buoyed by my ride on the best ride ever, I trotted along. The next several miles went by quickly and I found my self on Osceola Parkway, or, as I call it “The Highway to Hell”. I hate Osceola Parkway. It seems to go on forever. I can probably thank my sickness for this, but this year, I wasn’t bothered by it. I trotted along happily. No doubt I looked a little like Dory from Finding Nemo – randomly talking to myself and getting overly excited about the little things I passed (dude with a Stick! Joy! Random lady with animal crackers! Outstanding! A palm tree! etc.).
Mile A lot – My family! Yay! My brother and sister-in-law were waiting for me in Wide World of Sports with a sign. Joy! Then my other sister-in-law and my friend in Champion Stadium.
Mile 20 – Finally! I made it to 20. I knew I would finish. I can’t begin to describe how happy I was. I wasn’t as sick, was running well, and felt strong. I loved Disney, the marathon, my fellow runners, everything.
Before I knew it, I was entering Hollywood Studios, where one of my wonderful Twitter friends had made a sweet sign.
And then it was over. I floating along on a cloud of running love for the last three miles and it was over. I have the pictures. I ran through Epcot. I waved at cameras. I think I saw my dad. Maybe my poor addled brain had just given up. It’s all a vague blur of people and color and the lagoon at Epcot. When I crossed the finish line, I had one clear thought. I love Disney. And I can’t wait to do it again next year.