Treading Lightly
Treading Lightly

WOD of the week

After taking more than a week off from running, just lacing up my shoes felt amazing. I haven’t run in San Francisco since September and when I got the chance to run I couldn’t resist. Running the Embarcadero is the kind of run that makes me fall in love with running all over again. The smell of the bay, the hundreds of other runners weaving their way through everyone, and the stunning views of the city just can’t be beat.
San Francisco Marina sailboats2

I meant to only run 3 miles to take it easy on my shin, but I felt great and I was desperate to do my favorite run to the ballpark.

AT&T Park giants stadium the embarcadero
I accidentally did 4 amazing miles and hit a milestone, 400 km.
nike plus 1
nike plus 2
I can’t wait to make runs in SF a part of my weekly routine.

Celebrating Goals

One of the best parts of setting a goal is being able to celebrate when you meet it. My goal wall is a constant reminder of what I’m working for, and every time I mark something off I’m encouraged to get the next one. When I meet my goal I add the event or success to my wall in some way. It commemorates the experience and reminds me of the success I have had in the past.

Goal Wall goals bucket list
running bib pr personal record
Without celebrating, each goal is just one more thing on a huge list of seemingly endless tasks. Congratulate yourself for your achievements whether by treating yourself to something or even as simply as letting yourself feel proud of what you have done.

Listen to your body

“Ouch. Ouch. Bad. Ouch.”

It turns out your body speaks pretty loudly if you listen to it. For the last three weeks I have had a slight “twinge” in my right shin. I had slipped while doing box jumps at CrossFit and completely bashed my right shinbone into the plywood box. If the lump I still have (three weeks later, I swear) is any evidence, I hit it pretty hard. I originally attributed my pain to the throbbing of my new shin growth as I ran, and really, it only hurt for portions of the run on and off. I pushed through it and cursed myself for being so clumsy.
But last week while building into my four-mile run (I’m currently training for a 10k, and this was my longest distance since August) that twinge got a whole lot louder. I tripped and just barely caught myself from falling at the 1-mile mark. Something pulled down the front of my shin into my ankle and I stubbed my toe, but I figured I really only lost a bit of pride to the drivers who watched my flailing and kept going.
Bad idea, I desperately wish I had been smart and walked home then and there. My calf and shin started to hurt and cramp with every step. I took walking breaks, tried to rub out my calf (all while looking around for anything even remotely close to being a foam roller in the middle of San Jose suburbs), and slowed down. It didn’t make a difference, my whole lower leg was suddenly angry, and it was being incredibly clear about it.
I walked most of the rest of the almost three miles before going home and icing. When I woke up the next day with a leg still aching while walking down stairs, I crossed my Saturday long run (set for 5 miles) off my calendar. When Saturday rolled around and my leg was still hurting, today’s run got the ax too.
As much as I desperately want to run and I feel the pressure to stick to my training plan, I decided to play it smart and listen to my body. I want to run the entire 10k in two weeks, but it’s a virtual race and walking isn’t too shameful. I’d rather still be able to at least walk at that point, so the few days of rest is worth it.
Instead of heading out for a run tonight I will be married to my foam roller and ice like clockwork. And after some amazing yoga today, my leg feels a bit better and I’m mentally ready to sit on the side-lines for a few more days.

Moving Beyond Fear

I am worrier who is quick to fear. In the past I stayed well inside my comfort zone because everything else was just too plain scary. There have been a lot of things I almost didn’t try that I am thankful I did, most notably rock climbing, yoga, running, and CrossFit.

I started yoga in high school as part of an elective class. It took me a while to go to an actual studio, but once I got over not knowing anyone, and the teacher, I enjoyed it quite a bit. Now four years later I work at a yoga magazine and I do yoga on my own and in a class multiple times a week.

I used to stand on an eight food ladder and feel like I was way too far off the ground. After watching hundreds of other people climb at my gym, I decided it was time to stop being afraid and do something fun. For the first few weeks I would make it about 3/4 of the way up the wall before I wouldn’t be able to go any higher. Now I climb the highest walls at the gym, and I don’t let climbing next to a ledge or on overhangs stop me. I even look down every now and then. Next up, climbing outside.

But more than anything else, CrossFit has pushed every one of my limits. I nearly didn’t take the fundamentals class because I was afraid of not knowing how to do anything (isn’t that the point of a beginner’s class?) and not knowing anyone who would be there. I had lifted weights a bit as training for sports, but even the lingo used in CrossFit seemed confusing and impossible to me. It actually took me three months to finally sign up. I am so happy I did I cannot put it into words. I’ve never had so much confidence in myself or felt as great as I do now. I have met so many amazing people at the two gyms I train at, CrossFit Sunnyvale and CrossFit San Mateo.

Crossfit pull ups kipping pull ups pull-ups crossfit sunnyvale

Every day at CrossFit I have to get over a fear. I’ve learned to not count how much weight is on my bar and instead just try it (besides, I’m terrible at math, so it’s best if I count it all at once). The first time I ever did a lift at body weight I could not believe it. Never did I think I could move so much weight. I’m learning to not let a number scare me or stop me from trying. Even if I can’t move the bar, at least I tried and it becomes my project until I can. But there is nothing like the feeling of lifting a heavy weight or making it through a brutal workout. It makes me feel like I can do anything.

Things still scare me. Putting that extra five pounds on the bar, trying a new arm balance where the chance of failure or face-plant is high, just about every new climbing route, and running further, longer, or faster. But every time I let myself be afraid and then push past it I end up with a new experience and an irreplaceable feeling of satisfaction.

Race Report: Bronco Bench 5k

To stay motivated and on track for my running goals for 2013 I decided to sign up for the Bronco Bench 5k on campus. It’s a small race that runs through and around Santa Clara University.
running 5k race race bib nike running
It was also the first race I did without my running buddy (who has recently been side-lined by an injury), and I set out to just do my best and hopefully run faster than I did in September at my first ever race. I started the race a little faster than my normal training pace, and I was careful to slowly pick it up. About a half mile in the crowd had spread out a bit and I could see a professor who is absolutely beloved on campus up ahead of me. Unbeknownst to him, I decided then and there I wouldn’t let him beat me (Sorry Father Tracy!). I’ve never set my sights on a single person before as a way to motivate myself, but it turned out to be effective for me this time.
It took me two and a half miles to catch and pass him. A few minutes after I passed him I rounded the corner to the last stretch to the finish line saw my roommate. While she cheered for me all I could say was “I’m going to hurl!” but I took off sprinting anyways. I didn’t throw up, I did PR at 23:53 (a 7:42 minute per mile pace and three minutes less than my last PR), and I even won my age group (Females 21-30).
I did not expect to win anything (even though it was a super small race with about 250 participants), it was still a great feeling (although I have to admit I had walked home before the awards and my roommate is actually the one who picked up my prize and called me to let me know I won).
It feels great to know that I can still push myself to win races like I did when I swam competitively in high school. It’s also nice to know that all of those miles I’ve been logging are making a difference.

New Year, New Goals

After wearing my barefoot running shoes around campus and to work (I was a lifeguard at this point) I was inspired to try running. I had read “Born to Run” and what had once been a punishment on the sports teams of my past became a way to relax, find peace, and push my own limits.
Night Run
A year later I ran my first race. But that wasn’t without setbacks. A busy life, shin splints (ironically not from running), and a time consuming job distracted me from running. By the time I stood at the starting line of my first race I felt like I had started to run for the first time at least three times before.
For my first race I chose to run a low-key, high-energy race, Firefly Run with my running buddy. I loved running with so many other people who had all trained thinking of the day they would run in this race. They were there because they loved running, and their cheers and talk on the short 5K course made it an amazing experience. Not to mention that it was at night and felt more like a Bike Party than a race.
Firefly run night race night run
Throughout my first real year of running I learned more about myself than actual technique or sport. I no longer let myself make excuses to not go running and I never return wishing I hadn’t left. Running has taught me to be content on my own and enjoy the companionship of others. You can run from your problems, but at some point you have to return home, take off your sweaty socks, and confront them.
Last year I ran 153 miles. More than I have ever run in my life, and yet less than some marathon runners will do in a month. This year I want to double that. I want to finish the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. But more than anything I want to remember to take time for myself and to prioritize my goals.

New Year’s Reflections and Resolutions

Lose weight. Remember to floss every night. Give up an hour of TV a week. Stop swearing. Eat more vegetables.

New year’s resolutions are everywhere and everybody seems to have one, even when they claim otherwise. As the calendars turn over it’s hard to resist the urge to reflect on the past and look toward making your future even better.
Even though I think procrastinating less, spending more time with friends and family, and making my blog into what I imagine it to be would be great things for me to focus on this year, I have no new year’s resolutions. Why? Because 2013 is overwhelming and life-changing enough for me. This is the year I graduate from college and for the first time in my life, no longer call myself a student. In 2013 I will have my first post-grad job, move into my own place, and follow my passions instead of follow-up on my homework. In the meantime I will be redesigning this blog, training for my first half-marathon, chasing PRs in CrossFit, and hanging in there for my last few months of college.
With that said, it doesn’t mean that the new year isn’t a great time to evaluate how we live and how we can make ourselves and our impact better.

Eat and Run

More than a year ago I fell in love with running thanks to Christopher McDonald’s “Born to Run.” Nothing was more instrumental in getting me out of the house, into some barefoot shoes, and into the peace and comfort that a run can provide. Because of this book and the fact that Scott Jurek has clearly proven the power of a well planned vegan diet, I decided to read his book, “Eat and Run: my unlikely journey to ultramarathon greatness.”

Image courtesy of effpearlman.com
While I personally think running more than a half-marathon is insanity, hearing Jurek’s story of how he became engrossed in ultramarathons was eye opening. But more than anything what I got out of it was an even deeper appreciation of food not only as fuel, but also as medicine for the body. His clean, whole foods, vegan diet is what was truly inspring for me.
With CrossFit, running, cycling, swimming, yoga and everything else I like to do, I worry I’m not giving my body enough fuel and protein to rebuild. After hard CrossFit workouts I can be sore for days. After reading “Eat and Run,” I have a new appreciation for speeding my own recovery with pure, wholesome foods instead of trying to find some sort of magical supplement that makes it all better.

Jurek’s story kept me intrigued as I completely devoured his book. I bookmarked just about every recipe to come back to and try later, and when I am outside wanting to turn around and just go home or staring down the weight on a heavy lift it’s easy to think of all of the things he’s accomplished and push myself a little bit further.