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Blend Practice 5K

preblendThis is how the Blend Practice 5K went for yours truly.  I ran my race on Sunday morning, while the weather was on the rise.  I started out with a long sleeved wicking shirt over a running tank, but ditched the long sleeves not even a mile into the run.  But I’m getting way ahead of myself, here. Let’s rewind a little bit.

I was more nervous for this race than any sort of “official” race I’d run to date. After much hemming and hawing, I decided this had something to do with self-imposed pressure.  My mind was down with playing games all weekend long, especially on Sunday morning as I was preparing for my 3.1 miles. 

I had made a fairly short and sweet playlist for the Blend 5K.  I chose songs that I knew would keep me moving even if I didn’t want to be moving. 


I tend to hold on to lyrics and use them to fuel me through the rough patches. Young the Giant’s “My Body” was a must on this playlist. I restarted it at least four times during my run.

young the giant

I ran a simple out and back course in a neighborhood I was familiar with, having run in it a time or two before. It’s flat, like woah, and near the water, which is often a welcomed running scene.  I walked for about a quarter mile to warm up before starting my playlist and setting off along my route.

I started out WAY too fast here.  I was running sub 9 for the first half mile before I realized I wasn’t doing myself any favors. I tried to tell myself that I could run smart from this point forward, but I was having a hard time finding the pace I needed and wanted to run at consistently. 


Not too long after my first mile, a car and I played chicken trying to get one another to go first, as it was backing out of it’s driveway, and I was waiting to cross.  I stopped jogging in place, eventually, and paused my watch.  It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but the uber-quick rest was a taste of something I wanted more of – and eventually I was stopping after every few minutes of running to walk for a bit before starting the cycle again. 

Not a big deal, I know.  I started to get really in my head about the whole thing and was being down on myself about a less than stellar performance when I realized I had the opportunity to turn this poor “race” into a strong speed training run. 

I continued running 3.1 miles, but I stopped my feet, and my watch, to stretch, adjust, and recover after pushing myself for several minutes of hard running.  After changing my mindset and declaring it a speed workout, I kept up with that sub 9 pace, bringing me in under my goal of 30 minutes.  It just wasn’t a true 5K PR because it was 30 minutes of speedy running with recovery seconds in between.

The kicker of course, is that speed workouts like my Blend 5K experience are the exact training methods that are going to help prepare me to run a SMART sub 30 5K this July.  I think that means I won this practice race. But- no!, seriously; all of you who ran it with us won this race, too.  That’s the best thing about this community: once we hit the top, there’s no stopping us…

jason mraz

Well, onto 15K Training: Let’s discuss!


I ran a great four mile, slow and steady, run about town on Monday.  I left me feeling really confident about being able to finish my race next weekend.  My current goal for the race is to PR.  My current 15K time is 1:51:37.  I will be ecstatic with any time, of course, but I’d preparing mentally for sub 1:50. [When I started training for this 15K, I was thinking about training for 1:36. That seems RIDICULOUS right now.]

I’ve been toying with the idea of running sans Garmin the past few weeks.  As I told her in the comments, when I saw that Meghann posted about a Garmin-free run last week, I knew I must fit one in my schedule soon.  I’m looking forward to running without being slave to the pace-space on my wrist.  I am anticipating a mind-game free run this week!

I’m also making sure to take one full rest day this weekend before my last pre-race long run on Sunday morning.  I made sure to write “Yoga for at least 20 minutes!” in my day planner for Thursday.  It’s one of my goals for this week to do one of the “Yoga for Runners” podcasts I recently downloaded from ITunes [for FREE!!] to add a little something new to my weekly workouts.


And oh my word – I have already preplanned and drafted my training plan for post 15K.  I’ve made some decisions I’m very excited about and will most likely be sharing soon.  Don’t want to over kill on the running talk in one night. Hmmmm. Never thought I’d be the kind of girl to say that.

9:15 for Hours

I’ve always loved Norah Jones.  Her lyrics are sprinkled through memories of my time in college and young adulthood.  Her sweet voice serenading my days, helping me to slumber, aiding the conversation scene at the coffee shop, making chores more bearable as she plays throughout my first apartments.

And I’ve LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED Norah’s “Sunrise” since I lived in Texas.  I remember listening to it the day it was released, in my friend Lacey’s fancy new BMW as we drove around town, letting the warmth of the sun fill the car via the sunroof.  With frappachinos in our hands and smiles in our hearts.

I’ve continued to love it.
I’ve continued to sway a little bit, each time I hear it.
I’ve continued to feel the warmth of the sun, each time I catch the end of it as I am entering the grocery store or the pharmacy, even in the depth of winter.
And thanks to a twitter conversation, I’ve continued to think of my friend Katy, who equally loves the song for similar reasons, the last 239809 times I’ve heard it.

But today, it came on first, as I put my “Songs to Think to” Playlist on shuffle at work.
And I actually started to think about the words.
Specifically the first verse:

Sunrise, Sunrise,
Looks like morning in your eyes
But the clock’s said 9:15 for hours
Sunrise, Sunrise,
couldn’t tempt us if it tried
Cause the afternoon’s already come and gone

Things in my life have no doubt been changing the past few months.

And one of my most WELCOMED changes, are the few times the boyfriend stayed over on a Friday night when I purposely make NO PLANS for Saturday.  This has NEVER, in my ENTIRE LIFE, been something I do. I plan things.  Even on the weekends. I have to do lists. For each day at work, each afternoon at home. Each Saturday and Sunday.  I stay busy. I don’t make plans to “do nothing and just let things fall into place.”

Except, I suppose that is a lie. Because now I do.

Because Nicholas and I realized quite quickly that we are opposite in this regard. I am a planner, and he is a “go with the flow” guy.

We have learned the art of compromise. (We are still learning, and the education is a beautiful thing)
And the best compromise thus far?  Not planning things after asking him to sleep over.
Falling asleep next to him after a night of kisses and deep conversations about life, and fear, and goals, and shared stories of childhood, and dreams, and holiday traditions.  Then waking up at 6:00 AM. Then 7:30 AM.  Then 9:15. Then  11. And so on and so forth.  Continuing conversation in between the slumbers. And staying in bed and talking and cuddling and discussing and drifting in and out of sleep and not facing anyone else until it seems to almost be supper time.

It is the most glorious feeling in the world and, surprisingly, (mostly, I suspect, because it has only happened two or three times) I have yet to feel like I’ve wasted the day.  It’s another exercise in the “to be not to do” existence of this summer.  I embrace these sweet moments of waking several times. Because nothing, NOTHING feels better than waking up and knowing there is someone right next to me.   A Saturday morning with several wake ups, and several doses of this feeling?  SO MUCH BETTER than a Saturday morning of doing “things.” Even the very best things.  Because sometimes, nothing is the best thing.