Weekend Fun

I hear that it is like snowing in Northern New York.

On the way to the gym.

Reasons why I love not going to a school in the same state as I go to school.  

I digress.

I suppose you might want to know about my weekend?  Or if you don’t, well I’ll still ramble away because I’m highly fascinating.

Let’s see here as I mentioned in my last blog, Justin came down to visit and run a 50k.  So we drove (by we, I mean me) drove Lorraine down from college to home (a 12 hour drive).

Along the way we got some salmon that was cooked in guiness!  Yeah…we stopped at an Irish Pub while lost in Pennsylvania.  It was like I was destined to get lost there (if you know me I like one and one beer only…take a guess ;))

I swear I'll stop taking photos with my phone...well uh no I don't.

We stopped along the beach and went for a lovely run (I guess there isn’t those in Upstate New York).  In easy runs sometimes we stop and take photos.  Duh.  Justin wore his garmin and we trucked along at roughly at 8:30 pace.  Not too shabby for stopping and taking photos and wondering a beach.

Wild hair...I don't care. After 11 miles of joy.

Like I said yesterday, Just did really well for his ultra debut.  4:07 in a 50k which is fantastic.  This was a real kick off to his new training so he is super happy.


After a year long nap (um..I was more tired from my 18 miles than Justin was from his 31), we went to go look at Christmas lights along VA Beach boardwalk.  You drive along the beach boardwalk with festive lights.  Please enjoy my terrible photos.  True story.

The neverending lights.
antitan camera flash.

Question for you:

  1. 1.       What did you do this weekend?
  2. 2.       Have you ever had friends come visit you from school? 
Unplanned 18 Mile Jazz

Hello blogging bffers.  As some of you may or may not know-one of my buddies came down to run a huge 50k in my area (no I did not run that dear god) and so I have been playing good hostess (or at least trying to be).  I’ll write up a weekend post sometime soon.  🙂

I have to say that my blog is becoming very running focused lately, but in all honesty that is what I’m doing currently right now.  So that is how the cookie crumbles.  I’ll post other random things too…eventually.  Anywho-

Enjoy this photo of me pointing to VA after my long long drive home.

Today I ran 18.23 miles and yes that .23 is important.  I went to spectate the Seashore 50k (the race that my friend from school Justin was doing).  He finished in 4:07, but that is for another blog.  Since I wouldn’t really be able to watch the entire race, the dad and I thought we would do a run out there while Justin was running.  It was only supposed to be between 10-15 miles (well that is what my day called for) but the daddykins had other plans.

You see the real plan in his mind was to run two loops of an eight mile track.  I was going to switch into my flats at mile 8 (granted I felt okay), have a gel and delayer.  Perfect-I thought so. 

We watched the start of the 50k at 8am, and then went back to the car and got ready for our run.  The first few miles were uneventful-I just told dad about my last few weeks of school, he asked me if I had a new boyfriend yet (as he always does) and he talked about home life.

Around mile 4, we decided to go a different loop and kept going straight in the park.  No big deal because we could still loop around.

Around mile 6, my dad in his glazed eyes said “are you feeling good today?”

“Decently,” I replied.

“want to run to the hot tuna and back?” (the hot tuna is a bar on the oceanfront which is about 9 miles away from where we started”

“Let’s do this shit.”

And that is how it happened.  We ran the 9 miles there and back.

Things I did during this run:

  1. Ran the last 3.1 mile stretch of the race I got my stress fracture at.
  2. Drank an entire bottle of Gatorade without getting sick.
  3. Hit a huge wall at mile 16.
  4. Saw the leaders holding a  7 minute pace for a trail 50k.
  5. Had a 70 year old man tell me I had a nice ass.
  6. Never delayered and ran the entire run in my Newtons
  7. Jogged the entire area where my 20k will take place in January (the one I’m gearing up for)
  8. Saw many of my DM friends do awesomely.

Oh and yes this was my longest run to date (previously 16.25 miles).

Where does this take me in my running now you ask?

I’ve had 3 back to back 65+ mile weeks (this week will be closer to 80 actually).  That means I am taking a cut week and running between 30-40 miles of easy running to let my little muscles regrow and blossom.

Maybe I’ll get into the pool but that is a big maybe.

Questions for you:

  1. 1.       Do you take gels?
  2. 2.       Do you ever spectate races? 
Injury Chat and 73 Miles

Last night after calculating my miles (because I’m a little behind schedule and didn’t calculate last week), I realized this…


It’s kind of a big deal in my life, so much so I decided to post about it.  Pre July 12th (ie injury..), I ran every single run as hard as I could and ran roughly 50-55 miles weekly.  Every run was at a 7:10-7:30 pace weather my body liked it or not.  Want to know how I accomplished such a feet?

I did a lot of runs on the treadmill where it didn’t matter weather my body wanted to go fast or not.  My ass would be flying off the back and smashing glass if it didn’t.  I began to love the treadmill (but only because it forced me to run fast).

Even though I was running (count this 20 LESS miles) weekly than I am now…I was more tired.   As a running n00b, I learned my lesson with that injury.  Don’t get me wrong I won’t sugar coat it and say I didn’t cry every other day, but it did teach me a lot of life lessons.

Not every run you do needs to be a PR (in fact wouldn’t that take away from PRing?).  Your body only possesses a certain amount of energy…no need to waste it all in practice every single run.

I know a lot of my blogging bffs are injured right now, but I promise you-you will get through it and you will run/swim/cycle to where you once were (and faster).

It may suck now (believe me, I spent a solid month crying), but you will get through it.  It’s 1 or 2 months of your life.  The average life span is roughly 78 years (it was on my exam today ;)) and 1-2 months is not going to make a difference, I promise.  As you may know, I have been racing again and not gone personal bests yet, but I am very close to honing into them and feeling the best I have ever felt in 99.9% of my runs.  I can guarantee you if I were to run a half right now I’d PR that thing like it was my job. 

Getting injured was probably a pretty good thing for me, because it showed me more and faster is not always better.  I can run 2 miles in 20 minutes or 2 miles in 12 minutes, and the thing is…I’ve still run 2 miles.   I’m still going to improve and most important, I’m still going to be happy.

Just thoughts that entered my mind today when I ran.   Stay Strong my friends and listen to that awesome body of yours, you will make it through your injuries. 

Question for you:

  1. 1.       Have you ever been injured? 
Potato Pancakes

Okay, there are so many things wrong with this picture.  You know when I post a blog on a Saturday-it’s a big deal.  And when I post a recipe on a blog post-also a big deal.   I don’t share a lot of recipes (especially not savory ones) I was reminded the other day to make potato pancakes and I’m so glad!

So now that I have gotten you to think this potato pancake recipe is pretty fantastic, I’ll actually post it.

Potato Pancake Recipe:

Think a savory and delicious potato pancake of flavor.

Potato Pancakes! 

Potato pancakes are perfect for carb loading for your next big race…or just eating for a savory breakfast. You know I’m all about quick, easy, recipes. Potato pancakes meet all of these criteria.

Potato Pancakes Ingredients:

1/3 cup flour
1 egg
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 cooked, baked potato (or even leftover mashed potatoes or sweet potatoes)
Seasonings I added to the Potato Pancakes: garlic salt, salt and pepper. cayenne powder and onion powder (be creative to your own liking)

Instructions for Potato Pancakes:

  1. Slice or grate potatoes and chop up cooked potato and place into blender or food processor with roughly ½-1 cup of water depending on size.  I used my magic bullet and made it into mashed potato consistency.
  2. Mix eggs, flour, baking powder and other random flavorings with an additional ½ cup water.
  3. Add potatoes and onions to flour mixture in a large bowl.
  4. Add more water if necessary to make into pancake-like consistency.
  5. Mix and cook potato mixture on a large skillet over medium to high heat (slightly higher than normal pancakes). I’ve found adding vegetable oil or olive oil to give them more crisp.
  6. Fry until golden brown.

Eat and/or devour your potato pancakes.

I chose to top my potato pancakes with guacamole, sour cream, and salsa.  They were more or less like giant pancakey French fries.  I think next time I make potato pancakes I’ll add corn or other random things.  By next time-I mean tomorrow I’ll be eating more potato pancakes

Question for you: What is your favorite way to eat a potato?

Keep your Friends Close<3

A good friend of mine passed away over break…

And I got to find out…Through my schools email. 

Thomas was truly one of the most inspirational people I have ever met.  I originally met through my ex a few years ago but we didn’t really become close until second semester of last year.  Both us were kind of lost and we would often bump heads in the gym and chat for a while.

Thomas had MS (disease that affects the spinal cord and brain).  Within 3 years, he literally lost all of his muscle mass.  He went from being roughly 225 pounds to about 150.  Im not really sure I can find anyone else that worked as hard as he did in the gym to gain it back.  I’d always see him in the gym lifting while I was running on the treadmill.  He was one of the few that stayed in there the entire time I did my long runs.

Though out this semester, we stayed in constant contact.  We would get lunch often or bump heads in the gym as always.  He would always tell me that I ran really funny but it worked for me and then tell me an inspirational story of his own bank of tales.  He would watch football and cheer for the Patriots (and by cheer-I mean he yells as much as I do when watching football) while I would run or lift and watch the Panthers.  Good thing we never actually were within yelling distance when they played each other.

Anyways-keep your friends close.  You never know what can happen in a second.   So here is to one of the most inspirational people of my life. 


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