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Sunday, July 24, 2011
Nike Running Shoes vs The Rip Stick
Not to say that I haven't been running (although nothing over 3 miles) and that I haven't been swimming (although nothing over a half mile) . . . but definitely Half Hearted.
And then tonight . . . I had FUN.
I decided to invite my 11 year old son and 8 year old daughter with me on my twilight run. My son hopped on his Rip Stick (variation of a skateboard) and my daughter hopped on her bike and away we went.
First, let me say that when you are running along side a bike and a Rip Stick, you just naturally run a little faster. So I was feeling pretty good about this little family exercise outing. And then my son challenged me to a race going uphill on his Rip Stick.
When was the last time you raced an 11 year old doing anything?
It's kinda fun.
I will tell you the Nike Running Shoes won . . . although I'm pretty sure my son got the better workout. On a Rip Stick, you almost exclusively use your abdominal muscles to power yourself forward. Using your legs to run is far easier.
Tonight, I was reminded of a great piece of fitness advice I once heard: Have Fun! If it's not fun, you won't stick with it.
So, I stopped thinking about my pace, my form, my old bones and I just had good, old-fashioned fun.
Who knew?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Because I Can.
Monday, March 7, 2011
"You can do anything you set your mind to, man." - Eminem
Saturday, February 26, 2011
New Shoes, Double-Digit Mileage and Other Good News
Monday, February 14, 2011
Medieval Torture Devices and other interesting developments
At. All.
IT Band was on fire by mile 2. The next 7 miles were pretty ugly, but big thanks to my running buddies in the back of the pack who "leave no man behind"! I made the whole 9 miles, but it was definitely time to regroup and come up with a new strategy!
My running coach wants to "re-fit" me for my shoes (oh! Keith, were you wrong?Say it isn't so!). That happens Tuesday morning.
This afternoon I saw my doctor to confirm the self diagnosis of IT Band syndrome - and, yes! I have one unhappy IT Band. Are you wondering what the heck is an IT Band? Glad you asked - see the lovely pic below:
The part that's circled, that's the part that's ON FIRE when I run. (And P.S. - I wish my gluteus maximus looked like that! ) So - what are the wise words of my running coach and doctor?
1. Rest the inflamed soft tissue (check, haven't run since Saturday).
2. ICE the inflamed soft tissue (check, but this stinks because ice is cold and I hate cold).
3. Stretch!!! (check - and no complaints, it feels good)
4. Foam Roller . . . otherwise known as a Medieval Torture Device. Don't know what this is? Take a look:
I don't care how innocent it looks . . . it is a little cylinder of evil. You lay it on the floor and then you lie on top of it, with the offending muscle against the foam and then you roll the foam along the muscle, with your body weight as the pressure. Like deep tissue massage you give yourself. It works but it sucks.
5. NSAID or Motrin (Check, check, check - but no more children's chewables - those are another form of evil).
Today, my doctor said that if all these things don't bring pain relief, he can always give me a shot of steroid into my hip, right where the IT Band begins, before the big race. UUUmmmmmm????
Probably won't be choosing this method of pain relief.
The only bright moment in all of this? My doctor referred to me as a "high performance athlete" today. OK, I was laughing because HELLO!! I'm no Lance Armstrong . . . but it still felt good to hear . . . bless him.
The lesson in all of this for ya'll: STRETCH your soft tissue people.
Friday, February 11, 2011
The Shoe Saga continues . . .
I expect a blister or two since I will be running 9 miles in brand new shoes tomorrow morning, but hey - blisters are better than a crippled knee (IT Band).
And if I have both blisters and a crippled knee after tomorrow's run . . . . well, you'll read all about it in the next blog.
Keith, you better be right about this . . .