Finding Sidewalks after Finding Nemo

So Nemo happened. On Thursday night everyone and their brother seemed to be having a panic attack. Most of the world’s panic stemmed from figuring out how to ration their 17 loaves of bread to last until Sunday. Would 8 RedBox movies be enough (true story, I saw that happen)? How can they be out of Cheetos?!?

milk and bread outage

Mine was more DPW focused. How fast would the plows get out on the roads? Would local businesses adhere to the 6hr rule and shovel their sidewalks? Should I get a Boston Sports Club membership for a day just in case of a treadmill emergency?

To help ease some of this anxiety, I headed to CrossFit on Friday morning for the 6am party. At least if Nemo swallowed all the roads up over the next 36 hours I would have gotten some quality back squatting in. The plan was also to get in 4-6 miles around lunch time before the snow really started to come down, but after a good 1:1 with Coach B that morning, I decided not to beat up my body out of a fear of what if it snows and the roads disappear forever.

And so it begins...

And so it begins…

I had already planned on pushing out the usual Saturday long run to Sunday since my dependable weathermen from Channel 7 said that venturing outside was not a smart decision. So Saturday was spent sleeping in (til 8am!!), baking unhealthy things (just because I happened to have the ingredients), snow shoveling out our cars, and having a few beers to celebrate all our serious hard work..

So it snowed?

So it snowed?

Snow Forts! Memories! Can I play?

Snow Forts! Memories! Can I play?

Shoveling rewards nicely

Shoveling rewards nicely

From seeing what the roads looked like on the news (because during a snow storm there is news coverage ALL. Day. Long.) and from what I could see right around our apartment on Saturday, I knew Sunday’s planned mileage probably wasn’t going to happen.  I wanted to get in 17. I decided to just shoot for 10. Seeing as though I had no clue what the rest of the city really looked like I decided when I ventured out down my what seemed to be unplowed street, I would do at least 6 and see how it goes from there.

Well, I’m surprised I didn’t throw in the towel after the first mile. I headed up to Broadway and there were zero sidewalks. None. And the street was slush. Awesome.

At mile .5 I took a left and in an attempt to get onto the makeshift sidewalk, I slipped and fell. Nothing serious, I bounced right back up, but it was enough to mess with my head for a bit.

At around mile 3 there was a group of runners all finishing up at the Tufts gym and some had BAA jackets on. Head, thank you for returning to the game. Knowing there were other Boston bound or Boston been-theres out running in this mess was enough to help me make a mental comeback.

From there it was a decent run. Sidewalks were few and far between. However, anyone getting anywhere this morning was walking in the street and the cars that were out were going slowly due to the amount of foot traffic in the streets. A majority of the run felt like I was in a winter wonderland obstacle course, with most sidewalks being treated like an agility ladder to keep my footing and the leaps necessary to get over the slush oceans separating the crosswalk from the curb. But it was also fun to be able to see the aftermath of the storm in all different parts of the city.

Oh Mass Ave, you haven't met my friend The Plow? Awesome.

Oh Mass Ave, you haven’t met my friend The Plow? Awesome.

Davis Square looking nice and clear (and completely blocked off to any thru traffic which made my life a million times easier :)

Davis Square looking nice and clear (and completely blocked off to any thru traffic which made my life a million times easier 🙂

Final mile down a side street that seemed to just be waking up to discover it snowed..

Final mile down a side street that seemed to just be waking up to discover it snowed..

In the end, I got in 10 up and down miles. They were by no means pretty but it felt good to be outside moving. It helped that the sun was shining and temps had increased about 15 degrees since the overnight 7 degrees we were holding down.

Now you go: What do you do when the weather interferes with your workout? Did you also have to deal with Nemo? Anyone break out the board games? 

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Thou Shall Honor the Rest Day

Last week was pretty great in terms of getting workouts in. Tuesday and Thursday were running days (5-6 miles each day) and Wednesday, Friday, Saturday were CrossFit days. And this week’s CrossFit workouts were pretty killer, with Saturday’s being the one that literally left me on the floor for a solid minute after it was done. I thought I was going to die from an overdose on burpees.

Still catching my breath...

Still catching my breath…

Chrissy sent me this. True Life.

Chrissy sent me this. True Life.

Sunday was a planned rest day. Monday I woke up feeling not as refreshed as I would’ve liked. I guess 6 days in a row will do that. So I packed a bag for CrossFit, and figured I would see how the day went. Well 5:30pm came, I was still at work and my energy levels were not screaming “woohoo lets go lift heavy things!” So I texted my sister looking for either motivation or for the OK to take a (Gasp!) 2nd rest day in a row. I was so happy when she gave me permission to skip the workout. Her response held weight, as someone who I didn’t think knew the meaning of rest between CrossFit, learning how to do surgery on feet, and constantly having to fill divots in her yard thanks to Khole’s (her husky) digging. She said she recently took a couple days off and the result was a kick ass workout.

Chrissy: She's new to rest days too

Chrissy: She’s new to rest days too

And so I rested. I went home, I sat on my couch, I watched Jeopardy – I know, I seriously know how to rage. When the alarm blared at 5 o’clock this morning, thanks to me being a good rester (I know, not a real word) I didn’t feel the need to throw it out the window. Instead I got up, strapped on the Garmin, and hit the streets. It was a pretty awesome morning. Temps were in the high 40’s, there was no wind, and only a little bit of drizzling rain left. Mass Ave was busy with runners, which always makes being out there so early in the morning more fun knowing you’re not alone. I got home after 6 miles feeling really great and thinking, no wonder Chrissy got into med school, she’s so smart!

Between double rest days and an awesome run this AM, the day seemed to fly by and I had a good amount of energy. So much so that after a quick pit stop home to let miss Bailey out, I headed straight to CrossFit. Deadlifted like whoa tonight and it was awesome (I apologize for my overuse of the word awesome, I get overly excited sometimes).

Now, I know the past couple weeks this blog has seemed less Katie-born-to-run and more Katie-born-to- sometimes-run -and-CrossFit-and-eat-holiday-food. But Boston Marathon training officially starts next week so mentally prep yourself for lots of run reports soon enough.

Now your turn—Do you rest enough in between workouts? Have a good run lately? Training for anything? Happy Tuesday!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

Best moment of this morning’s 27 degree run? Turning the corner off my street and seeing the Somerville Public works people out decorating the lampposts for the holidays. Winning! (do people still use this term anymore? I know, Charlie Sheen is so last week.)

Wreaths! Lights! Bows! Oh My!

Wreaths! Lights! Bows! Oh My!

The holidays are one of my favorite times of year. Even when people are having a bad day, when Bruce Springsteen’s “Santa Claus is coming to town” comes on the radio, all of the sudden things seem better. That school of thought also applies to running in sub-freezing temperatures. Today’s pre-sunrise run included ear muffs, gloves, running tights, and a sweatshirt (I know all you lightweight, dri-fit people are probably cringing but sometimes when it’s this cold out a good ol’ hoodie is so cozy to run in). When I checked the temps after my alarm went off at 4:55 and read 27 degrees and 13mph wind, the tiniest part of me wanted to get right back under the covers and hit the snooze. BUT—a bigger part of me got really excited about listening to the Glee Holiday radio station on Pandora for the next 45 minutes – so off I went!

 

It helped that this past weekend kicked off some serious holiday sweating. Saturday was “Formal Wear Fran” at CrossFit. Those not familiar with CrossFit, “Fran” can be a bitch. And she doesn’t get any nicer when you try and attack her in a strapless dress. (“Fran”: 21-15-9 reps of Thrusters and Pull-ups for time). Despite the dress, I PR’d this workout by 2min 15 sec compared to when I did it (in normal workout attire) back in September. Yay for getting stronger! There was also a Paleo Potluck cook-off holiday party afterwards where I ate lots and lots of really awesome (and good for you) food!

Formal Wear Fran. We sweat with class.

Formal Wear Fran. We sweat with class.

 

Sunday was the Cambridge Yulefest 5K. This was really cool because I only heard about and signed up for this race because of a Twitter shout out. Dani, a really cool tweeter who’s always tweeting about different and fun ways to be active and healthy, posted that she was looking to fill the last couple spots on her team for the race. I figured why not, and without knowing much else besides the date, said most definitely count me in. The team was the Slumbrew Humbugs, which is instantly cool since it was a brewery’s team (representing the Somerville brewing company—who’s beer by the way, is fantastic) Everyone on the team was really awesome and welcoming to me with the Hi-I-know-nobody-here look I’m sure I was wearing.

So mini race recap:

-Weather: Freezing and cloudy

-Course: Started in Harvard Square. Loop, relatively flat with a couple hills thrown in

-Hangover: Slightly present thanks to a late night with too much red wine

-Other runners: Awesomely decked out in holiday swag from Santa hats to full on Reindeer gear. There was even a marching band that ran together, playing instruments and singing Christmas carols the whole way.

-My run: Finished in 22:43. Was only going to run this as a fun run then felt OK so tried to push out a PR halfway through. No PR, but was the top female finisher on my team so that was cool!!

28 seconds slower than 5k PR on Turkey day. But still such a fun run!

28 seconds slower than 5k PR on Turkey day. But still such a fun run!

Awesome race. Bonus: Cousin Eddie was on my team!

Awesome race. Bonus: Cousin Eddie was on my team!

Post race was all you could drink beer in a heated beer tent. Needless to say it got packed pretty quick (beer is the reason 99.9% of runners run…trust me, there was a poll). I stayed for one since I needed to try the Slumbrew booze—I tried the Happy Sol which was awesome. Even more awesome? Just for running on their team, I got to take home a giant bottle of it! Moral of this racing story: Thanks to Twitter and Blogs meeting people from the Internet is not as creepy as it sounds. In fact, it can introduce you to a whole lot of cool people!

Team Slumbrew Humbugs!

Team Slumbrew Humbugs! (Team Photo credit goes to Dani, team captain)

 

I want to know: Are you more of an Elf or Grinch this time of year? How are you staying active over the holidays? Have you ever met up with internet friends?

Eat Happy, Run Happy

Wow, it’s been almost 2 weeks since I’ve last blogged. Since then we’ve had Halloween, a snowstorm, and a presidential election! Don’t worry I’m not getting political on you—more important things, Halloween workouts! A CrossFit Halloween workout is exactly how it sounds—spooktacular.

Costume Encouraged WOD @ CrossFit. Teamed up with Christine to tackle this one.

 

CrossFitting Tinker Bell

Buy in for WOD, bobbing for apples. Option to run 400m if you were not a successful bobber…..

…well after a few tries, 400 it is!

I was good this Halloween; I didn’t have one piece of Halloween candy. I think this is the first Halloween in my lifetime that has happened. Now, before you go patting me on the back, this doesn’t mean I went all chocolate free or anything. Quite the opposite. While I was almost a perfect Paleo follower, last week was a chocolate chip fest for some reason. I somehow justified it because I was putting chocolate chips in almond butter and dipping apple slices in it (that makes it healthy right?….no—so wrong). Anyways, all that time I was getting chocolate-wastedddd (yes, I just made a “Grown Ups” reference) I was feeling more “blahhh I just want to nap” than “Hoorah lets go workout and attack the day!” I still got out there to run and WOD but wasn’t feeling the usual fantastic endorphin rush. While a beautiful surprise floral delivery to my office definitely brightened my day, I still wanted to nap.

Someone’s campaigning for husband of the year… 🙂

So Saturday I started with the right mind set—and meal. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know!

My staple breakfast: Egg whites & hot sauce, fruit, turkey bacon, coffee, and water. Not gourmet, but oh so good.

Saturday was an awesome day of sweating. The weather was gorgeous. Started out at CrossFit and a great team workout with Jill and Hannah. Then stayed for 45min of mobility. Then headed to Brighton for a run date with Jess. We set out for a lovely 5 miler around the reservoir and through Chestnut Hill. It felt more like early September outside instead of mid-November. No complaints here!

Sunday was an unintentional rest day as it was full of exciting things like laundry, grocery shopping, brunching, and football. So I woke up Monday feeling refreshed and ready to go. I laced up the Brooks and hit the pavement by 5:30. I didn’t have a route planned but I DID have a new playlist. So I just went and rocked out. I was planning on around 6 miles. I got to the first bridge over the Charles and the sun was just trying to make an appearance.

Gooood Morning Cambridge!

I was feeling good so I figured I would run for a while along the river. Well, combination of running on rested legs and the unseasonably warm temps got me caught up in the run and before I knew it I was 5 miles away and realized I still needed to run home. Woops. It didn’t help that I was supposed to be home well before 7am so Mr.-Born-to-Run could use my AAA card to get his car towed to fix the battery. All of these factors resulted in a very fast 5.5 miles home (yay negative splits!)

Wouldn’t you want to get up at 5am for this view??

So my planned 6 miler turned into a 10.8 miler. A Monday morning long run, dropping Ryan at the car dealership, and still making it to work by 9? Yep, I’d call that a successful start to the week.

Moral of the story, my body performs better when I don’t have dark chocolate running through my veins (no matter how strong our love is) and I am at my best in the morning, and need to plan to get back into my 5am wakeup call routine.

Do you have any nutrition vices? What’s your favorite time of day to work out? What were you for Halloween? I wanna know!