Thursday, December 9, 2010

Yoga and Running, Like Peas and Carrots


They say it takes 21 days to create a habit. I have about 19 runs to go before I create a new one of my own for the betterment of my routine. I feel like there have been a fair amount of bang-ups + hang-ups since this blog's inception. Well - prepare for another.

Early last week on my first real run post Turkey Trot. I went out Monday morning, enjoyed the view of the sun coming up over the Potomac - and all was right. That is until Monday night. I couldn't figure out what had happened to me, all of the sudden I had this painful annoying twinge behind my left knee. It was an obnoxious pang that can best be described as a joint that needed popping, but it wouldn't (nor did I know if popping my knee would be such a good thing).

As I'm making faces and trying to bend and straighten my leg to shake it off - hubster states, "did you stretch today?", and indeed I hadn't so I chose not to answer. See, he and I have this back and forth banter where he thinks he knows things, even things about that with which he does not participate (i.e. - he's not a runner, and as much as I've asked him to run with me, or even power walk our dog with me, he refuses). So therefore I don't take running advice from him. [sidenote: I'm not a moron though - I clearly know the importance of stretching, but he emphatically asserts that's stretching is mandatory both pre and post run, and while I'm sure stretching pre run is fine - we disagree on the mandatory factor. In fact in all the research I've done - i.e. Coach Jenny, former coaches of various sports, and fellow runners, all seem to agree that post running stretching is the more important of the two]. So while I know that I need to stretch after every run, it just hasn't become second nature or part of my automatic routine yet - and well, when it's still dark-thirty and I'm finishing my run and I'm thinking of my day and all that I must do and, oh shoot I'm going to be late for work.....the stretching aspect might slip my mind. But - I wasn't convinced that my twinge was in direct correlation with my lack of stretching.
So the next morning I'm at Equinox with my trainer "T-pain" - complaining of my issue and he's all - did you stretch? And I'm all, "aw cuss - not you too." So he stretched me out really well, so well that I may or may not have been screaming in pain, and I realized just how tight I had gotten.

Before the opening of Equinox, I did two whole glorious months of hot yoga at Down Dog Yoga. Footsy Friend Tess is a lover of Down Dog too - well back when she still lived in the district - *wipes tear*. Down Dog owner, Patty Ivey, was actually an avid marathoner and biker who says yoga "found her" a result of an awful knee injury from running.


During my first two weeks at Down Dog I could see and feel the way yoga was changing my body. My upper body was amazingly stronger because of the planks and chaturangas, my quads got that little muscular indention back because of all of the warriors and lunges, my back and everything else was so much looser, and my innards were being cleansed and rinsed (did you know that yoga did that? because I totally didn't). The benefits are basically immeasurable - and I never expected I would love it so much.
It was such a struggle when Equinox finally opened because I had totally fallen in love with this yoga studio [sidenote: I joined Equinox pre-construction because - hello - that gym is expensive and you gotta know where to find the deals]. I also know that my body needs more than just yoga (this goes back to me being a cross-training addict) to drop lbs. So I joined Equinox - and then about a month later, I joined running. But somewhere along the way - I failed to practice the "balance" that yoga so wonderfully taught me, I was working out by running and cross training in every other way - but I wasn't doing my yoga, nor was I consistently stretching after my runs. Don't get me wrong - Equinox has yoga classes, but they pale in comparison to the Down Dog classes. Sadly - I'm too broke to have both.
There is bookoos of support on how running and yoga go together like peas and carrots. I was uber excited when I found this article, Yoga for Runners, co-written by none other than Baron Baptiste himself (DDY is a Baptiste affiliate studio).
Now for the past four runs since my pang, I've been really diligent about spending a solid 5 to 10 minutes stretching post run, and I've forced myself to get up at dark-thirty two mornings out of the week that I normally wouldn't, to add a yoga class to my schedule. Slowly, I'm learning how to balance it all - all that I love to do, and all that my body really needs, oh yeah - and all the miles I have to run. Probably, for my own personal Zen, I'll return to DDY once a month or so (but ssshh...don't tell my husband because that would require spending an additional $18 - and as I've mentioned before he's tight careful with money. Oh - but he does think stretching is important, so maybe that will help my cause).
namaste,


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

What ever happened to predictability?

This week, my running shoes are (hopefully) hitting the streets of San Francisco,  but so far, they've only seen the treadmill in my hotel. I woke up early this morning planning to go on this run so i could squeeze in some sight-seeing...

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But instead, I encountered this when I walked outside...

So, I promptly made a U-turn and headed for the hotel gym - which, I have to admit, is a drastic improvement from what I normally would have done - which is this...

I'm here this week for a conference far too nerdy to confess the name of on the World Wide Web...

While I'm spending most of my days imprisoned in a conference center, I'm hoping to find a wee bit of time at night to explore the Golden City by foot, because I heart this town. I haven't visited San Fran since 9th grade when I pedaled across the Golden Gate Bridge as the grand finale of a 3 week bike trip down the Pacific Coast. Thankfully,  I've upgraded my sleeping conditions since that trip from this...
San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf Hostel
to this (though I could have done without the fire alarm going off at 1:30 in the morning + the circa DJ Tanner-era hair dryer + the never-ending club beat circulating the halls)...
CLIFT San Francisco
Today is packed pretty solid with some painfully boring exhilarating tech-y sessions, followed with a lil' talk from Slick Willie himself. Fingers crossed that I can break free afterwards for a jog mountain climb (seriously, these hills are no joke) around Frisco. 

And if any of our 3 readers out there (hi mom!) have some good running trail suggestions in good ole San Fran, send 'em on. Because right now, I'm feeling a little "lost out there and all alone" (okay, not really. but i couldn't resist another Full House reference. and i'm really excited about the fact that i'm actually watching Full House whilst IN San Fran... yes. clearly, i fit right in with the other nerds at this conference... sigh).





Kismet

So my 9th planet must have be in line with Mars and rotating in Saturn’s third ring or something like that because last Thursday, the Universe was with me - kismet! Liv + Sal were in each other’s heads all day long. The morning started with me sending her an email (although I very well could have told her through our cube wall that we share. But we do that a lot, email and gchat instead of using our words. Mostly because we’re probably not talking about things that are work place appropriate.)
 
So the email said basically to please not hate me or dis-own me as a co-blogger because I had not been pulling my weight around here. I was busy – busy decking the halls: 

And sitting in a box at the Verizon Center to see him (who I didn't realize is actually quite hilarious):

And making these: 

For this: 

Anyhoo – she responds (almost immediately) just like any bff would with “good timing, because I was just about to send you a snarky email saying as much.” Although I know she really wouldn’t do that because she would never was too busy with work. 

Then like thirty minutes later I forwarded her an email from the Lululemon running club about a run they were taking that weekend. (and a disclaimer that if she had already received that email it was because I so lovingly signed up her email address for all of Lulu’s emails and running club notices, ya know, because good friends just look out for each other to make sure their inboxes are properly flooded with crap). Not 30 seconds later, she shoots me a response, - “geez – I was just emailing you about this.”

And THEN the craziest of all crazies happened. My two favorite blogs in the history of ever were channeling our blog! First the Pioneer Woman has a guest writer who writes about our blog theme. (okay granted it would have been a little cooler if it was P-dubs herself that wrote about it – but whateves…it was on her website!) And Rants from Mommyland had a guest blogger the same day WE had a guest blogger, and they post a picture of the very. same. mantra.

Finally, to top it all off the day ends with me gchatting Sal with:

Liv: hey, before I forget - can I get a ride to work in the morning?
Sal: ha. was just going to ask you for a ride home from work tomorrow. no, I am not coming in in the morning, meeting downtown.
Liv: ah. Seriously - again with the ESP

And then we simultaneously realize, oh crap, now our carpooling plans for the next day are screwed.

See - Kismet.


The. End.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Luck Be Us Ladies

If only, if only we can win the lottery…then we can run 10 miles in April. Wait, whuck kind of lottery is that? Why, the lottery to enter the Cherry Blossom 10 miler of course!

We could probably think of many more lotteries we’d prefer to win – like the kind that involve us choosing the lump sum amount - but we'd also really, really like to be chosen for this one. After all, it adheres to our whole pre-training training plan.....and when there are kinks in my plans, I get a little testy.


This:
vs. This:
You know how the saying goes, April showers.... - ick
So we had choices - do we enter as a group, either we all get in or we all go home, or individually?And if we enter as a group how many people do we force convince to do it with us?

Here is the problem though, I have AWFUL luck! I never win raffles or drawings or anything of the sort. I'm worried my bad luck will keep the Footsy gals out of the race! But we're entered, all three of us as a group - Liv + Sal and Megs (a footsy friend you'll meet later when we make her guest blog for us). Now all we have to do is wait till the results of the lottery are posted on December 14th, and in the mean time I'll be searching for four-leaf good-luck cherry blossoms.


lylas,