Two weekends in a row of being confined to my small twin bed, propped up with pillows and an elderly tabby cat at my feet, outdated lap top whirring away and keeping my legs warm. I go from my awesome Friday morning lakeside runs to feeling like a paraplegic. Ugh… homework I hate you.
One more week until my first half marathon ever. I’m feeling pretty confident I can keep a good pace, and maybe, just MAYBE run it in 2 hours. I put down on the registration form that I would run it in 2:30, and so far clocked myself at around 2:07 for 21.2km. Yesterday, I ran 20km in 1:50 – beat my personal best by about 8 minutes! Insane! If I can keep that pace from next Sunday, I’ll be pretty happy. But then what? I really look forward to those Friday runs, training rather than just getting exercise. Cocincidently, my mom and I were talking about going to Maui again this January around the time of the Maui Oceanfront Marathon…how amazing would that be to do? Would it even be possible to train in Victoria’s crappy winter weather for four months to run for a full four hours in Maui weather? I almost feel like a half would be too easy for me in four months if I kept up this training pace. Maybe…just maybe.
I knew I would fall behind in my goal of writing one post per week. It’s okay though, because not much has happened. Just a lot of school, running and eating. I heard that people new to marathons tend to gain weight when you train, which makes sense to me now, because I am constantly ravenous it seems. All this running seems to justify my recent indulgences coconut gelato… calories in, calories out, right?
I’m fairly excited about my writing classes so far. Our assignment for my creative non-fiction class is to write the first two chapters of a novel we may or may not end up writing. I have an idea, but I’m not sure if it will transfer into a novel…maybe a nice short story though. It’s nice to finally have the opportunity to write… it’s funny, I always get jealous when I hear about young authors winning awards or having their work published…but really, I haven’t even attempted to write anything that wasn’t a school assignment, cover letter or blog post. The only publishable piece I wrote was a magazine article on an obsessive compulsive disorder for a women’s health magazine. Of course, being an assignment – that I actually ended up getting %100 on – I never did anything with it other than hand it in to the teacher. I might put it up on here, because it’s something I would like others to read, more for the information than anything else.
Web design class is a thorn in my side – not because I don’t understand technology, but because I like to learn and know things right away by clicking around rather than reading directions. Honestly, who actually reads the manual? I like to figure things out on my own in time, but we don’t have that luxury in class, so I better hurry up and understand how to put my html files on the web properly. Also, if anyone has a Dreamweaver key they would like to donate to me, I will love you forever 🙂
Back to running – today was the last big run before the half. Everything felt great, had loads of energy and minimal knee pain. I would still like to get some of those technical running capris with the knee support…it’s also getting chillier in the mornings, and shorts are not warm enough. Ran a 22km in 2:12, and I think I was about 2:07 for the half marathon mark. I want to be at 2:05, or even 2, but I don’t think I can muster that unless the route has less hills…which reminds me, I should probably take a look at the route to see what to expect!
I wonder if two days of Beerfest will set me back in my training..I don’t even like beer, why did I go both days??
Love the homemade capes (one had “Dirt Bag” written on the back). Other costumes included a giant banana, lots of lederhosen, and a panada. Beerfest on Saturday has basically become a pre-Halloween party – which is fun and all – but if you are in it for the beer, Friday is your best bet; less people, less debauchery, more beer and shorter line ups.
Some of the highlights for myself, a non-beer drinker, included the black cherry and raspberry beer at Lindeman’s booth (an Australian brewery), and the Jamaican Hibiscus beer – both of which we will begin carrying at Cascadia Liquor. They are 11% and taste more like a sparkling juice than a beer, which was fine by me!
Prior to checking out Beerfest on Friday, I ran 20 km at Elk Lake in 1:57. My goal is to do the half marathon in 2 hours…I’m so close!
I started out a lot faster than previous runs, which might be why I felt decent until the last 3 kms, then things started to hurt. I also swallowed a massive bug – sucked that thing right down into the back of my throat. I downed a bunch of water but I swear it was still alive, trying to make its way up out of my throat for at least a kilometer. I tried coughing it up (in an effort to conserve my water supply – I was only 10km in at that point) but that started to throw off my breathing and make other runners look at me with concern…ugh. I thought at the end of my run I would cough bugs up everywhere, a la The Green Mile. Thankfully, I regained my focus and forgot about the bug just long enough to finish my run.
This Friday will be a 22 or 23, then I will start to taper down from there. I don’t know what I’m going to do when the race is over…I love having something to work towards!! I’m going to sign up for the Bear Mountain 10 km I think, I heard that run is pretty grueling.
By the way, if any of you haven’t found this website yet, you should check it out – http://www.walkjogrun.net/ – I uploaded some of my routes on there, although the distance seems a bit off. It’s a searchable database of cycling/running/walking routes in your area that shows distance, terrain, times, calories burnt, etc. using a Google map. I was hoping to find another 20km route NOT on roadways, but no such luck yet. Looks like it will be Elk Lake again this Friday!
I’m sitting in ‘my spot’ at UVic, the one that is always vacant in the first few weeks of school until others with food and a lap top discover the greatness of the convenient wall outlet/ability to snack/sprawl out on the carpet combination. I have a two hour break before my next class, then another hour break before my last. Lap tops are a great way to waste time.
So far I’m feeling excited about my classes. The prof teaching journalism is all about the investigative reporting and unearthing corruption…the class will get divided into ‘beats’ and will investigate random stories via the net, conduct interviews, all of that fun stuff. I was scared all we would be doing is writing “Life as a Student” stories for the Martlet or something. I definitely have some ideas for conspiracies I’ve always wanted to look into (I think it’s far too convenient that dermatologist recommend a ‘shot glass’ amount of sunscreen be applied everyday, and that magazines do feature after feature about sun damage and oh, by the way, we recommend these products and OH LOOK, there’s an ad for that product every women must have on the next page! anyways…)
My next class was an anthropology class about AIDS. All lectures, all notes available online, one $10 textbook, all journal articles available online, two tests, one final and a research proposal. I love classes like that; I’m not into group work or presentations whatsoever…I always end up doing the majority of the project because a) I don’t trust other people to do their share and do it well, and b) because other people usually don’t even bother doing their share to begin with. I also hate public speaking. That’s why I want to be a writer…I have things to say, but like to hide behind a computer to say them.
I think I will be posting a lot less, since school and work will be taking up the majority of my time. That said, though, I will post all my journalism and other writing work. I am taking a long nonfiction class, as well as a web design course run out of the english department. I have an awesome idea for a website (for all of you Vancouver Island runners/hikers/bikers, you will love it!) that I hope to get up and running out of that class.
Speaking of running, I ran a 16km last week and beat my 10km time by 8 minutes! I headed out to Elk/Beaver Lake, with about 30 other runners (well, not WITH with them, but everyone seemed to have the same idea as I did that morning). I had one of those Cliff Shots this time, and I swear that gave me a boost; I actually started sprinting for the last 3 kms, and finished in 1:27. I ran a 1:23 13 km the other day…not bad!
Tomorrow I will be doing two laps of Elk/Beaver Lake, so a 20km, then heading to the Great Canadian Beer Festival to pile back on those thousand or so calories I will burn by running for two hours. I’m supposed to be tasting beers and taking notes for the liquor store I work at…and I don’t really even like beer. Somehow I scored saturday tickets, too…might have to hit the gym tonight to make up for this weekend.
I was on a random hour long journey across the Internet this afternoon and came across this on Flickr. Very Salvador Dali-esque. I have no idea how the photographer does it, but it’s pretty cool and creepy at the same time. It almost looks like there is a person wrapped up in there, hovering like a ghost. Definitely check out the rest of his floating cloth photos…tres amusant.
Me: “Just did 13 km today, it felt great, no knee pain or anything!”
Mom: Look of concern. “Oh that’s too much, why would you do that? You have knee pain? Why are you running?”
So much for encouragement from my mom.
Myself and the girls hiking Mt. Finlayson
Why am I running? Because I can. Because it keeps me healthy. Because I know if I need to run for my life from a crazy knife-wielding person I can. Because it keeps me sane . And also because I can’t seem to excel at any other sport requiring hand-eye coordination or a team player attitude.
I found my elementary school teacher report forms not long ago, and read with conviction how “Brianne excels in reading, writing and math, but needs to participate more during P.E.” One report from a grade four teacher said that I “pretend to get tagged out all the time and sit down even when I haven’t.” I had to laugh at that – that is definitely something I can see my 10-year-old self doing!
Things didn’t change at all when I got to middle school – it just got worse. I could barely run for one minute without getting cramps. I hated the dreaded ‘Dunford Run’ on Fridays, where students had to run four blocks in a square; if we beat the teacher, we got a six. Every minute after that one point was taken off, and the group of girls walking in last (myself included) would get zero. I think I never had higher than a C- in P.E. throughout my secondary school years – shitty, considering I actually had decent grades otherwise.
It wasn’t just running I couldn’t do, it was any team sports. I hated them all. I hated being so bad that I would let the team down, or looking like a fool because I didn’t know what I was doing. I tried at the start, but couldn’t pick it up as fast as others could. It’s not like I sat around at home doing nothing; I loved rollerblading, biking, hiking and swimming on my own time or with friends. The thing I didn’t like was the team aspect – I like doing things for myself, beating my own goals and seeing how far I can push myself. Individual sports, featuring myself – go Team Bri!
That’s the beauty of running. Yes, you can compete against others, but most people I know that run do it for themselves, trying to beat their best time rather than beat someone else’s. Not to place the blame elsewhere, but if teachers taught running the way I think of it now, maybe I would have tried harder.
My parents never pushed me into extra curricular activities; actually, I think they were quite relieved I didn’t want to do anything on a team or with other people (saved them major $$$). The problem is they got so used to me not doing anything physical that now they can’t understand why I would want to start. Every time I head downstairs in the morning with my helmet and bike gloves on, ready for my hour-long bike into town to work, my mom gives me this oh-that’s-too-much-for-you look. When I told them I entered the half marathon, they barely acknowledged it. Maybe I’m looking for the approval I missed out on by missing out on team sports. Sure, I got accolades for my good grades and various honor roll awards, but it’s a different feeling having your parents cheer you on from the sidelines of a sporting event.
I guess I’m too old to be looking for that kind of approval – really, I should be focusing on graduating university and getting an awesome career and moving out…but I just can’t help but be a little disappointed when I come home, sweaty and flushed from a 13 km run, to my mom telling me that maybe I’m doing too much. Then again, all that makes me want to do is try even harder to show them that I can do too much, and even more than that.
After going through some old travel photos today, I decided to make this super delicious dessert my friend Janine and I had basically every night on our journey through Thailand in 2005. A friend sent me this recipe, and most versions I’ve found online are similar to this. Nothing beats the real thing, but this is close. I used jasmine rice instead of black rice, and bananas, peaches and blackberries ( fruits all found conveniently within the vicinity of my house) instead of mangoes. Totally brings back memories of sitting in busy storefront houses/cafes in Chiang Mai, with their cheesy checkered red-and-white plastic table clothes, miniature napkins and plastic carnation flowers set on the tables…
Mango and Sticky Rice
1 cup white rice (jasmine, sticky or black rice)
2 cups water
1 can (398ml) coconut milk (not cream)
2 tbsp sugar (or to taste)
pinch of salt
2 medium mangoes
Wash the uncooked rice to remove starch
Add water and bring to a boil, the turn heat down to simmer with lid on (watch to make sure it doesn’t boil over)
While this is happening, heat the milk in a separate saucepan, making sure it doesn’t come to a boil
Add salt to the milk and along with the sugar to taste
When the rice has finished cooking, add half of the coconut milk and remove from heat
Mix the coconut milk and rice together and let stand approximately 5-10 mins or until all of the milk has been absorbed
Before serving the mango, cut it into bite-sized pieces. Place the sticky rice in a bowl, adding as much mango as you want on top. Pour some of the remaining coconut milk over the top to serve. Yields at least 6 servings.
Today is my “rest” day. I would like to lounge around in the courtyard with some trash magazines, expose myself to some UVB rays and drink diet coke all afternoon, but there’s cleaning to do.
Yesterday I tackled the Jeep interior; carpets were pulled out, taken to the Co-Op and powerwashed, a colony of something growing underneath the front seats was scrubbed away from the paint, and the basin of the Jeep was rinsed out. I must invest in a soft top for next summer… I don’t want to deal with these carpets again!
Training has been going well, but I feel I need to step it up a notch. This week I did three 30 minute runs on the treadmill, one 35 minute run on a hilly route outside, a two hour bike ride, a one hour 10 km yesterday at Elk and Beaver Lake, and two 30 minute strength training sessions. I only have about seven weeks left until the half, but only so much time in the day to dedicate to running… what’s going to happen when school starts and I have homework on top of work and classes? I guess I’ll have no social life?
Speaking of running, I now have a glorified fanny pack, aka a “hydration belt”, to help me get through longer runs. I ran with it yesterday, and actually it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. I love the fact I don’t have to hold anything while I run – keys, phone, and gel in the pack, and two bottles of H2O on either side of my hip. Other items on my wanted list for running: Ironman watch, capri running pants for knee support, comfier sports bra. I thought running would be a cheap sport for me to get into…
More on running. A friend sent me this to get inspired, it’s kind of neat.
I finally got around to reading some Tom Robbins again this summer. I highly recommend “Jitterbug Perfume” if you want to take your brain on a super sensory journey. I find his ideas seeping into the everyday, and it’s fantastic. Here are a few of my favorite quotes, not just from Jitterbug but some of his other books as well:
“Real courage is risking something that you have to keep on living with, real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one’s cliches.”
“The author isn’t altogether certain that there is any such thing as exaggeration. Our brains permit us to use such a wee fraction of their resources that, in a sense, everything we experience is a reduction. We employ drugs, yoga techniques and poetics – and a thousand more clumsy methods – in an effort just to bring things back up to normal.”
“Poetry is nothing more than an intensification or illumination of common objects and every day events until they shine with their singular nature, until we can experience their power, until we can follow their steps in the dance, until we can discern what part they play in the Great Order of Love. How is this done? By fucking around with syntax.”
“The Middle Ages hangs over history’s belt like a beer belly. It is too late now for aerobic dancing or cottage cheese lunches to reduce the Middle Ages. History will have to wear size 48 shorts forever.”
“Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life’s bittersweet route.”
“The hour was 4:00pm, the day Monday, the month September. Late September. So late that you had to look closely to distinguish it from October. Dip a slice of bread in batter. That’s September: yellow gold, soft, and sticky. Fry that bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process. A hint of chilled marmalade in the air.”
“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on – series polygamy – until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”
“Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.”