Posts tagged running

I’m pretty excited to be this at the chicago marathon.

I’m pretty excited to be this at the chicago marathon.

this right here.

happy tuesday morning. happy marathon training.

haven’t run in weeks, but I should probably start training for this whole marathon thing, shouldn’t I?

I am
completely,
painfully
unmotivated.

it’s sad.

if you don’t have answers to your problems after a four-hour run, you ain’t getting them.

christopher mcdougall | born to run

this book has been carried everywhere I’ve been — all over the city, to the beach, hospitals and tracks and office buildings, on the bus ride to visit my parents — since it was recommended to me a few months ago. the first few chapters were so perfect that I’ve refused to finish it. I read tiny pieces every once in a while, whenever I find myself needing inspiration. just absolute perfection. if you haven’t read it, you should. trust me.

[this.]

[this.]

shutupandrun:

Friday the journey begins. 5 marathons in 5 days for @msruntheus. Jordan said that fear is an illusion. Right now the fear of running my farthest distance is palpable.
Thank you, friends, for the encouragement over these long training months. It gives me fortitude.
I won’t let fear decide my fate. We run for a cure. http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/rarzon/msruns
Photo by @l10_lax

get ready to be impressed.

shutupandrun:

Friday the journey begins. 5 marathons in 5 days for @msruntheus. Jordan said that fear is an illusion. Right now the fear of running my farthest distance is palpable.

Thank you, friends, for the encouragement over these long training months. It gives me fortitude.

I won’t let fear decide my fate. We run for a cure. http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/rarzon/msruns

Photo by @l10_lax

get ready to be impressed.

after months of stalling, I finally found these babies, the best sneakers anywhere ever. like hugs for your feet.

after months of stalling, I finally found these babies, the best sneakers anywhere ever. like hugs for your feet.

[this weekend.]

I was scheduled to run an ill-advised 13.1 miles in dc on sunday.

earlier in the week, I’d been told that my knee hasn’t been functioning properly because I dislocated my kneecap about three weeks ago.

but it wasn’t going to get worse. and it didn’t have to stop me from running.

so I switched from running to strengthening and hoped that would make up for my lack of proper training.

and I prepared my mind for the possibility that I would have to walk thirteen miles. I spent friday in a state of suspended disbelief about the run. I had no idea what I could do, what my body would do, what my brain would let me do.

saturday night, I met up with friends for greek tapas and a glass of wine. when the night ended at 2:45am, after one glass of wine [and five glasses of champagne], I remained unconcerned — if I couldn’t run, I was going to enjoy the city and friends I haven’t seen in a year and a particularly adorable navy boy.

I was completely wrong about my body and my mind and myself — I shouldn’t have questioned what I could do. I did not walk thirteen miles. my knee somehow felt better as the run went on, and it has almost completely stopped hurting.

the running was intentionally slow. there were two of us, and neither was willing to leave the other behind. and I certainly babied my left leg. but I walked away knowing that I could have run faster and farther. I can easily run better.

and I walked away looking forward to the brooklyn half.

now today, as I’m checking my nyrr account, listening to here comes the hotstepper, and contemplating my next few months, I’m thinking, can I run three marathons this fall?

I’ll be at chicago (10/13).

[two weeks later]

I’ll be at mcm (10/27).

can I do new york city (11/3)

[one week later]?

danielle and I are about to run thirteen miles together, and I think we’re both right in this headspace, channeling this attitude.
neither of us has trained.
she’s battling hip problems.
I dislocated my kneecap three weeks ago (not a meniscus tear, as I previously thought).
and yet, I honestly feel like I may actually be able to finish this run (I decline to use the word race as I’ll be racing no one).
running doesn’t feel awesome, but it gets better as the run goes on. I did four miles easily last weekend. I did seven miles not-so-easily on wednesday. and I otherwise completely abstained from running and instead focused on strength training and yoga.
and I feel like that can carry me.
anyone who knows me at all knows that I’m not much for feeling. give me evidence any day. and yet, I’m ignoring the evidence this weekend. I’m going to spend sunday morning briefly forgetting that I haven’t run much in the last three weeks, that I’m not in any way trained for a half marathon, and that my knee is struggling.
this weekend, it’s all about thinking and feeling. thinking I’m going to finish. feeling really positive about the whole thing.
so cross your fingers or make a wish or believe really hard or do whatever it is you do when you need a little luck, and then send it our way.
no matter what, we’re in it together, we’re in it for fun, and we’re pretty damn excited about it.

danielle and I are about to run thirteen miles together, and I think we’re both right in this headspace, channeling this attitude.

neither of us has trained.

she’s battling hip problems.

I dislocated my kneecap three weeks ago (not a meniscus tear, as I previously thought).

and yet, I honestly feel like I may actually be able to finish this run (I decline to use the word race as I’ll be racing no one).

running doesn’t feel awesome, but it gets better as the run goes on. I did four miles easily last weekend. I did seven miles not-so-easily on wednesday. and I otherwise completely abstained from running and instead focused on strength training and yoga.

and I feel like that can carry me.

anyone who knows me at all knows that I’m not much for feeling. give me evidence any day. and yet, I’m ignoring the evidence this weekend. I’m going to spend sunday morning briefly forgetting that I haven’t run much in the last three weeks, that I’m not in any way trained for a half marathon, and that my knee is struggling.

this weekend, it’s all about thinking and feeling. thinking I’m going to finish. feeling really positive about the whole thing.

so cross your fingers or make a wish or believe really hard or do whatever it is you do when you need a little luck, and then send it our way.

no matter what, we’re in it together, we’re in it for fun, and we’re pretty damn excited about it.

oh man. these.

oh man. these.

today I went to nyu sports med to have my knee checked out.

within the first five questions, the receptionist asked if I was single. then she took my picture.

so I’m pretty sure they’re running a dating service on the side.

“Tomorrow 4/17, thousands of runners, non-runners and people who believe in hope and peace will run and walk as a visible symbol of our love and support for the people and runners of Boston…the idea is simple, gather friends, pick a place, wear blue and yellow, take a picture with a “Run for Boston” sign and post here. Join in this simple gesture to show Boston that we are all standing with them.”
if you’re looking for a place to run or a group to run with, join the north brooklyn runners tonight at 7pm in mccarren park for an easy two mile run. meet at the north side of the track near the trash bins (and feel free to message me with any questions!).

Whiskey and Goats Milk: What I considered safe.

I am not a professional runner. 

I am though, a runner. 

The reason I run is because its the only thing that will slow my mind down. The reason I run is not because I’m worried about my dress size or an excuse to eat pasta. The reason I run is because going for a good long run gives me the same feeling as getting an A on my math tests as a kid. The reason I run is because deep down I am a little kid and this is the same as hearing that my mom is proud of me. I run because I can do it any where, listen to anything, look how ever I want, and be with as many people as I want to be with. I run because its a solo sport that I do with other people around me. I run because it brings strangers near me in a silent, race beating heard. Its the closest thing I imagine wolves feel when they run in a pack. 

I run until my lungs burn and my knees blow out so badly I barely can walk down steps for the next two days because it makes me feel safe. It makes me feel a live and safe in a way that drinking, drugs, sex and ice cream doesn’t. Because it brings myself together while other runners around me are brought together. 

What has happened today in Boston isn’t just an attack to innocent people, its an attack to people who strive. Its an attack to people who want to live and want to feel like they are living.  This is more than an attack because it was an event, it is an attack to every person who believes that running is safe and good. Not only have people been physically injured  these terrorists have stripped us of ever feeling safe again. As someone who runs, as a amateur runner in a big city, these people have ripped the mask off of my therapy. They have exposed something that I always believed was going to be left untouched. To me, its that same gut sinking feelings I got when i saw the towers fall, or crying children in Connecticut leave their schools… its amazing how the little things, the little safety nets people build for themselves can be ripped down so easily. 

Not only are my thoughts and heart out to the runners and supporters of the Boston marathon, my heart and thought goes out to those, like me, who find sanity in running. And I will never forgive those whoever abducted my sanity and brought the unnecessary madness that when I run, I try to run away from.

— mari de monte

[run, darling, run.]

[run, darling, run.]

there is a boy
still asleep in my bed
so I am going
running.

[that’s a little poem I just wrote.]