Saturday, January 30, 2010

"Run Less Run Faster"...I despise you.

So I promised more reviews for you all this time around. Might as well start with the book I just finished:

Run Less Run Faster

By Bill Pierce, Scott Murr, and Ray Moss

What's it about? So the book lays out a training system for running marathons (or halfs, 10Ks, 5Ks or whatever) that is based on a method called "3Plus2", 3 days of running and 2 days of cross training. The theory goes by dropping your "junk miles" and running just 3 days of intensely focused training (a speed workout, a tempo workout, and a long run) you are allowing your body more time to recover and training with a purpose on the days you run. The cross training days help you maintain your fitness without continuing to stress the body in the same manner as running.

What I think about this theory? Love it. Actually, I kind of already abide by it through my own personal flex time running that has evolved into 3 days of focused running and one easy run. Although, I'll admit I've been lax in the past about the cross training (it was always at least ON my schedule dangit, that counts for something right?).

But besides the whole "3 Plus 2" at the core of this workout, one of the things I like best about the basis of their training program is that the long runs are run nearly at marathon pace. I LOVE THIS. Personally, I could not ever quite figure out how my body was suddenly supposed to run a minute or more per mile faster on race day as opposed to during training runs as a lot of other programs I found suggest. Now I get why those programs wouldn't want to run you that hard. You are after all running 5-6 days a week, but that's the beauty of this program. You get a chance to rest and recover, so you CAN run your long runs nearly at race pace, but still have enough time to recover and continue training without burnout or injury. (YAY)

What else is in this book? Charts, charts and more charts. Want to see how your 5K best time translates into a 1/2 marathon? Or how about what you marathon time would be if you were 10 years younger? Or what pace you need to run to run a sub 4 hour marathon? This book is loaded with charts, as well as complete training schedules for someone just getting into running, or aiming for a 5K, 10K, half, full marathon, or a Boston Qualifying time. There's also a no nonsense, I don't have a lot of time so just give me the meat and potatoes set of stretches and strength training exercises for runners and a section on performance factors that includes running injuries, nutrition, and weather.

What don't I like about this book? The training programs are based on scientific studies conducted at the Furman Institute of Running and Scientific Training (FIRST) which is FANTASTIC. (Actual progress scientifically charted, who'd have thunk it?) But personally, I'm not interested in the detailed explanations of scientific experiments. I get bored and antsy which leads to a strong urge to skip ahead and get to the training programs. That's just me though. I'm sure my husband LOVED those sections and I can definitely understand why those sections need to be in there. A lot of runners are hardcore about running lots of miles and so the authors have something to prove so to speak. But for me...blah. I'd rather watch the three episodes of Chugginton we've got taped for the nine millionth time.

So why is it that I despise this book? Because, for crying out loud, I already wrote my training program for the next 6 months and now I've been force to go back and redo it. Errrr...frustrating...but in the long run I think it will be worth it. Maybe I'll have to come back here in a couple months and update how it all went eh?

Final thought...I highly recommend checking this book out if you get a chance. I mean who doesn't want to run faster with less risk of burnout and injury right?

Another final thought...I am constantly referring to this book as Run Less Run More which I realize makes absolutely no sense, but somehow I can not seem to stop myself. If you hear me say that in public or if I type it in a future post by accident (b/c I surely will NOT catch it) whisper or email me ..."faster, Kelly, faster" so I know I've screwed it up and don't just keep talking about how you can run less and run more.

Really the last final thought I swear...This book got started with an article in Runner's World a few years ago. You'll have to forgive my delay on finding it. I don't think I read RW back then. Better late than never though right?

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

OH NO!! I missed my 100th post!

I mean, we should have had a little blog party or something for that right? I totally did not even realize I was writing my 100th post last time. It wasn't 'til I got back on to write a new post and do a little editing that I realized I let it slip by without even a mention.

So I looked back a little as to where we've been together. I mean I've dished out some secrets (10 to be exact, see the sidebar for more) explained treadmill dots, been given signs from God and brought to light the little known Gatorade Conspiracy. There's been Port-a-potty wars (which caused port-a-potty ads to show up on my blog for months to follow) chin fat, thwarting by shoelaces and mysterious kid poop.

We've addressed the greatest immediate threat to my sanity, pretend running, running snobs, and the problem with runners. And while we must never forget that I AM in fact faster than a speeding mosquito, I am also, sadly, capable of lying when a PR is on the line, cheating for a cause and requesting do overs. I reviewed E-Gel for you (and am thinking maybe I should do a few more reviews for you all this time around). Introduced you to the my 3 year old bunny hoppin' marathoner, Mighty Mole Man, delayed onset chaffing, my Polish (or Kenyan, still debatable) running partner, fat pants, and my sister, whom for a moment I considered might be the devil.

It's been interesting to say the least. Who knew that this stay at home mamma of two little girlies would have so much to say about running (ok probably eveybody who was forced to listen to it until you all came around.)

And on this momentously missed occasion, I would just like to say thanks to you all for your support. Whether you read and publicly follow or just stop in from time to time, every time I get a new message in my email from blogger alerting me to a comment, a little smile comes over my face. I have just as much fun reading all your insights as I do writing these posts so thank-you for frequently cracking me up and making my day. I consider you all my running partners of sorts and look forward to chatting more with you in the next 100 (or 101) on things like night running vs day running, exploiting my child's weaknesses to run, butt cramps, post pregnancy jiggle and of course more running mom secrets.

'Til next time...

P.S. Did you known my blog originally started over at Runner's World? My first 3 posts were over there until I moved over to Blogger so that I could do a bit more. You won't see these in my archives anywhere so here's the links: And so it begins...; Holy Heck! What do you mean there are going to be hills on my flat course?!; Must you fart during my run! What can I say, I liked exclamation points back then (still do). Also realized I must not have known there was a spell check on those early posts. Oops!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Salute to Eric

This entire post is as promised dedicated to the highest fundraiser from Run4Cathy. And that thoughtful, selfless person is a good friend of mine named Eric (which happens to be purely coincidental as the sole determination of blog post dedication was dependant upon one thing and one thing only...funds raised. In fact, I almost would have preferred it to have been someone I didn't know. That way I could have made up an entire fictional persona for the winner which while it may not have been accurate, it most likely would have been funny. Instead I am faced with the challenge of making this interesting AND accurate as I will most certainly see this person again and be forced to stand face to face with my own shortcomings should this post end up a bust. Then again knowing Eric, he might not sell me out if I enhance the facts a little here or there.)

But truly there are no words to describe the sheer and utter awesomeness that is Eric's fundraising prowess and all efforts to verbalize it would certainly fall flat. So instead I will paint you a picture using the five most awesome video clips I can find on youtube, a video montage of AWE if you will (and I promise to keep them super short since I know personally any video over about a minute that I am sent I save for another time which almost always inevitably results in my never watching it).


DISCLAIMER: I am in no way advocating monster a$$ kickings nor child profanity.


Disclaimer: Kid is ok which is part of what makes this so awesome. Furthermore, I am now morally opposed to chopsticks.


DISCLAIMER: Um...yeah...I got none for this one.


DISCLAIMER: I am in no way making fun of funerals, singers, or confirming that the above singer is in fact a crack head. But as a musically challenged person myself, I can sincerely appreciate the sacrifice he made in an attempt to honor the deceased and make the deceased's friends and family laugh, despite the complete and utter humiliation he put himself through.


And just so you know...this last one here is TOTALLY up Eric's alley. Thanks again to Eric and his awesomeness and to all who participated in the Run4Cathy. You guys are the best!

'Til next time...

Saturday, January 16, 2010


You know what happens when you jokingly call your sister the devil in a public blog post? God sits up and takes sides.

That can be the only possible reason for my recent unbelievably stupid injury. And I'll give you one guess where it

I got hit by a car...door...being opened by...myself. (See I told you this was a stupid injury).

These are the facts as I know them. Being that I am the victim, perpetrator and sole witness to the event at hand, I'm afraid you'll have to take my word for it.

We parked the car. I got out and shut the door. So far so good. I opened the rear passenger door, unbuckled my singing 3 year old, helped her down (it's an SUV) and...shut the door without successfully injuring anyone. Now with hands free, I made the fatal move of attempting to retrieve my purse/snack/toy/diaper bag from the front passenger seat I had recently occupied (and mind you, successfully operated the door of said seat just minutes earlier). Handle problem. Handle pull...still no problem. But we were running a little behind (as usual) and so I pulled the door pretty hard to open it quickly without giving myself time to get of the way (pure genius, I tell ya).

Did I smack my head? No. Shoulder? Nuh uh. Hip? Nope. It was my right calf, right side. And I didn't exactly smack it. No no. I am far more talented than that. I injured my leg with only the smallest portion possible of the door. The bottom corner. Which though it may not be sharp and I was in fact wearing pants, somehow it was still able to do some serious damage. Actually, since the door wasn't sharp, it wasn't successfully able to pierce my leg, rather only able to shave off a layer of skin which is probably a good thing otherwise I'd have been a mess with not even a princess tattoo band aid handy (note to self: band aids should necessarily go in the diaper bag).

Now upon examination, the actual point of contact between door corner and my calf looked to be the size of about an inch. However since the door did not completely break the skin, the bleeding took place internally. Which I realized a little later that night, following some cross training (stationary bike 30 min) upon re-examination. A purple and red puffed up bruise about the size or your hand (ok hand...I don't know how big yours are. Maybe I should go with something else? Hmmm....let's say orange) had appeared.

It gets better though. Monday AM, I got up early and put in an easy 3 miles (I was so proud of getting up early:-) but more on night running vs morning running another time). The leg was sore some but not too awful bad. That was until...wait for it (this is even better than the car door)...I walked into the corner of a bench....a big my hallway...that's been there for weeks...AND...hit the same calf. Nice. Now I didn't hit in exactly the same spot but pretty much mirrored it on the other side.

Still, Tuesday AM, when the alarm went off at 6:00, I got up to run again (go me!!), but found with the first few steps the leg just wasn't right. It felt like the two injuries had merged and the whole calf up through the back of the knee hurt. Now, maybe I could have walked it off a bit. I don't know. But I run on a tight schedule on Tuesdays, trying to get my little girlie girl to pre-school on time and I really didn't factor in the extra few minutes required to do so. So I took Tuesday off.

And Wednesday was already scheduled off day so....

Then came Thursday. The leg still kind of hurt and was starting to display a variety of interesting colors (so much so that I believe my sister's exact words when I showed her were "Oh God. That's disgusting."), but the truth of the matter on Thursday is that I really wanted to see the new Office (which wasn't on yet dangit, Jan 21st if you're interested...wait...that's next week. YAY!) and there was a (small) bowl of (multi-grain) cheddar chips (Meijer brand, pretty good btw) that had my name on it (since I was the one who put the chips in the bowl in the first place). Besides even though I am not a doctor (nor do I play one on tv) I'm pretty sure the correct medical treatment for two freaky weird injuries on the same leg close together resembling something of a rainbow is to NOT run and to instead take a couple days to recoup, let weird vibes travel somewhere else, and indulge in a little snackage. I mean I know I read that somewhere once. Probably somewhere REALLY credible too like or

But the good news is, I'm back at it. Leg is fine. Although it still looks pretty sick (good thing it's winter). But I ran a hill workout yesterday and a tempo run today. Now I've just got to cram a long run in tomorrow, then I'll be back on the schedule Monday. So all's well that ends well I suppose.

And the lesson learned from all this: When your sister gives you brownies, just say thank-you.

'Til next time...

Watch your doors!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Run 4 Cathy Slide Show

Finally! The highly anticipated slide show from Run 4 Cathy. My apologies that it NEVER ends and just keeps replaying. I have spent forever trying to get it to stop at the end to no avail. Hopefully you didn't get stuck in a vicious slide show circle there. And also sorry about the teeny tiny Natasha Bedingfield video in the corner. It's so small I figured we could live with it (actually it's kind of a cool video, just click on it if you want to see it bigger). Other than that thanks so much to the super awesome Run4Cathy runners (the ones you see & the ones you don't) who ran and raised some much needed funds for my sister-in-law, who is doing GREAT btw).

Also FYI: dedicated post for the highest fundraiser is still to come. I'd do it now, but then this post wouldn't be solely about him or her as promised now would it? Plus I totally reek from my tempo run (at a 9 min mile pace. Swear. But don't ask how many miles, just remember at one point it was well above 10...ok maybe even 12min miles.)

'Til next time...

Monday, January 4, 2010

My sister just might be the devil

I'll be brief.

There can be only but one reason for sending me an entire plateful of moist delectable brownies chock full of M & M's just ONE day...nay...make that just 15 hours after I publicly declare war on my fat pants. And surely, it is evil.

Mind you, this from the woman who did NOT take a break from running over the holidays and IS in fact a reader of this blog. She has probably well worn out her skinny jeans by now.

Well played there Sis. Expect your Moose Munch to be arriving shortly.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

The Return of the Fat Pants **Sigh**

I know I know. I can't believe it either. But yes, it's true. The fat pants are apparently making a comeback and this time I have no, "hey...I just had a baby so layoff!" kind of excuse (more like I've just had enough Christmas cookies to feed a small baby...elephant. And who can run when you're full of cookies anyway?)

Now in my defense, I don't fill them out completely just yet. I suppose you could say I'm just wearing them for comfort sake. You know, to relax (or breathe) in. I still technically fit in my skinny jeans. Ok, maybe I should rephrase that. I can still put on my skinny jeans (in a suck it in, hold your breath and whatever you do, do NOT even consider bending over sort of way.)

But this, my friends, is what happens when you don't run for 3 weeks AND that 3 weeks happens to fall on the busiest eating season of the year. Now, I knew this when I decided to officially grant myself a break. So really this is all my own fault and I realize that (isn't that the first step? realizing you've got a problem? :-) ) Honestly, I knew this was the risk I was going to take. But still...REALLY? Just 3 weeks til I have to start wearing the fat pants again, I mean how many months did it take to run though suckers into fall off mode? Hmmm? I'd say about 9ish. Something does not quite add up there. Am I wrong?

Anyhow, before I reach the point of no return, I figure it's time to get back to it. So, I've made the official (as in typed) schedule through April up to the next race. Tonight was the first run of the new year, a big 3 miles, which went far better than expected. Pretty much still running at the same pace I was before. So perhaps all hope is not lost after all. Though we'll see what the legs have to say about that tomorrow eh?

Oh and as for why I wasn't running or in need of a break. Blah, blah, blah. I'll spare you all the details partly because I don't want to sound like a whiner making a bunch of excuses (SHOCKING!! ME whine, make excuses. That just never happens here right? ;-) ) but mostly because I know there's some running Nazi out there that will come back with how over the same 3 weeks I granted myself a break, they were unexpectedly transferred for work feeding starving children on a remote and unnamed island jungle where not only were there no running trails, but also ferocious wild beasts who would chase you straight into the guerrilla warlords waiting to capture you for forced labor of sorts. And of course there was the intense heat that left you with no other option but to run at 4:00AM in the pitch black darkness because there were certainly no street lights. Then there was the hail, let's not forget about the constant hail the size of golf balls. AND on top of all this you forgot your running shoes! But still, you ran. I know. You're out there. Just waiting to call me a pansy. Rather than give you the chance, I'll just say, I needed a break. So I took one.

Now it's back to battling the fat pants and training for the next race, the Martian Half Marathon. Where I'm thinking under 2 hours would be nice. Ambitious? Yes. Doable? I think so. We'll see...

'Til next time...

May this new year bring you success in your running goals or at least have fun trying!