Alright! I'm back! After over a week of radio silence due to my phone's desire to take a vacation from me and stay in Jeremy's car for the week, I am here and ready to tell you about our trip to San Diego!
If you'd rather look at pictures than read, there will be another post following this one with just pictures, but beware it's mostly just shots of animals at the zoo and me taking pictures of Jeremy and Jeremy taking pictures of me. Pretty entertaining stuff.
Also, I feel that I should explain that we were staying in Coronado which is directly across the bay from San Diego, literally like a mile away. Coronado - while some think it's an island - is an isthmus (narrowly connected to the mainland). So it's sort of its own little village but is very very close to SD proper.
So here goes:
Sunday August 21 -
J and I wake up at 4:30 to get to the airport for our 6:30 am flight. We leave late because that's how we roll, then we have to stop to get gas, then we have to wait 10 minutes for the shuttle to pick us up in the parking lot, then we wait in a long line to check our bags, only to be "those people" who are called to the front of the line because if we aren't our flight is going to leave without us. We literally get through security, walk to the gate, and get directly on our plane. We were lucky enough to have a whole row of seats to ourselves so I laid down on the first flight and tried to get some sleep, but it was just a quick flight from BWI to ATL so there wasn't much time. We landed in ATL and caught our next flight to SD. We landed in SD quite early, got our rental car (a red mustang which got a lot of comments from strangers throughout the week, which annoyed me because I don't like people), and headed to the Hotel del Coronado, where we'd be staying for the week. I highly recommend the Del - it's amazing.
For lunch we ate at the Burger Lounge in Coronado by recommendation of the Laufers (Thank you SO MUCH, it was delicious!). After lunch we lounged on the beach for a while, and by lounged I mean Jeremy bothered me until I agreed to get in the FREEZING OCEAN with him for a few minutes, which isn't so bad because your body goes numb very quickly and then you can't feel anything anymore anyway. After our swim session we went back to the hotel room to shower & change, then went to Miguel's for dinner. Miguel's gives you free chips & salsa while you're waiting to be seated, and then once you're seated they give you free queso along with the chips and salsa. So basically, it was heaven. After that we went back to the hotel room and both promptly fell asleep before 10 pm on the end of the bed watching tv. This became a pattern.
Monday, August 22 -
On Monday we got up ridiculously early due to the time change and went to Hash House a Go Go for breakfast by recommendation of a colleague from UA. This place. Was. Ridiculous. Jeremy had the chicken & waffles and Lizzy, I know this will break your heart, but he said the c&w there was better than that of Miss Shirley's. I know those are fighting words, but to settle it, you're going to need to go to Hash House and try theirs and then report back. I'll go with you. The portions were huge and the food was delicious. This place had a line out the door at 10 am on a Monday - new theory - no one in SD actually has a job.
After Hash House we went to the San Diego ZOOOOOOOOO! It was awesome! People say that the Columbus Zoo is the best because it has Jack Hanna, but let me tell you, SD is SO MUCH BETTER! Seriously the best zoo I've ever been to in my life. I am obsessed with Koala bears and I thought long and hard about the potential of stealing one from the zoo and wearing it on my back the rest of the trip like a backpack to pass it off as something other than a stolen Koala. I'm still perfecting my plan and may execute it one day, we'll see. If you have any eucalyptus plants in your backyard let me know, you may be called into service.
After the zoo we went back to the hotel and lounged on the beach some more for the remainder of the afternoon, then for dinner we went to the Village Pizzeria on Coronado. You may also notice a trend of Jeremy and I not leaving Coronado unless forced. We really enjoyed how much was available within walking distance of the hotel, so we took advantage of that convenience as much as possible! After the pizza I had my first experience with Moo Time Creamery which Jeremy later described as "crack for Bridget." They have a flavor there called Brownie Batter that is basically Gooey Brownie in ice cream form. The rest of the trip was basically laid out after that moment as a plan to GET MORE MOO TIME. There was no other priority. None. Jeremy also bought a surfboard on Monday but that had nothing to do with Moo Time so I didn't particularly care. Except that the store was across the street from Moo Time, so I was ok with it.
Tuesday August 23 -
On Tuesday we spent the entire day at the Del or nearby in Coronado - aka we didn't drive anywhere that day. For breakfast we sort of accidentally ate at the hotel buffet (long story), which was delicious, but I'm not sure it was $60-for-two-people-to-eat-breakfast delicious. Although I will tell you I had the best cinnamon roll there I have EVER had in my life. Molly I didn't get to try the Con Pane rolls, but have you had the ones at the Del? Because they're amazing. I wanted to eat like 15 but I restrained myself, figuring maybe we'd be back before the end of the trip, but Irene had different plans for us. More on that later. After breakfast we went down to the beach. I spent all day lounging around reading while Jeremy was surfing. I was also texting Lizzy at this time and learning about the earthquake that the East Coast had because it missed me. I don't know why it has to be so dramatic. I'm just glad none of you were hurt. Tuesday night at the Del they had a wine tasting - 10 wines (1 oz each) for $10, which seemed like a great deal to us! We had a good time there but there were 3 other couples there who brought their children - which was kind of lame. On many levels. After wine tasting we went back to Burger Lounge for Round 2 of burger deliciousness. What can I say, we find a food that we like and we stick with it. We're committed that way.
Wednesday August 24 -
Both of us had gotten a wee bit too much sun by Wednesday, so we took the day off from the beach. We didn't get breakfast on Wednesday because we slept in and then drove up to La Jolla to check out the local scene up there. I really wished I'd had my cell at this point so I could have texted Molly asking for food recommendations in La Jolla, but alas I did not, so we found a local mexican place and chowed down. After chow we drove around La Jolla some more, then drove to Black's Beach which supposedly has some great surfing - but all I saw were naked people on the beach. We didn't stay there long.
After La Jolla we drove down to Ocean Beach and waited for the farmer's market to begin at 4 pm. We observed the surfers on the beach and generally just watched hippies be hippies. Lots of crazies in OB. When the farmer's market began we strolled from stall to stall inspecting their wares. Jeremy got a bottle of creepy green smoothie natural blah blah made from lettuce and other disgusting things that one wouldn't want to drink, and I got 13 mini donuts that were fried right in front of me. I'll let you decide who wins.
After OB we drove down to the Silver Strand which is the thin strip that connects Coronado to the rest of SD. There's a base down there, Molly was that your base or were you at the other base? I think Jeremy's parents were at that one. I got to see the house where Jeremy and his family lived until he was 13 which was really cool! When we returned to the hotel we got cleaned up and then went to have dinner at the pizza place again. I'm telling you, we are really creative. After pizza I got more Moo Time, then we went to get a drink at the hotel's "Late Night Happy Hour" from 9-11 pm, which was a really nice option to have.
Thursday August 25 -
On Thursday we woke up and went to Cafe 1134 for brunch (another Laufer recommendation). We both had delicious burritos and then went to the beach. More aimless lounging on Thursday, and then Thursday night we were supposed to go to a concert by the San Diego Pops (an outdoor concert, they were doing the music of the Rolling Stones). We had tickets and everything, but then we got super un-motivated and like the lazy jerks we are, we skipped the concert and opted to walk around the Gaslamp District instead. The Gaslamp District is in downtown SD and is kind of touristy, basically an area close to Petco Park with lots of bars and restaurants and shopping, really nice to walk around in. I know, I know - we skipped a concert and then had dinner 2 blocks away. Doesn't really make much sense. Anyway, we went to dinner at a mexican restaurant where I had a margarita the size of my head, and then we drove back to Coronado and I got - you guessed it - more Moo Time. I CANNOT BE STOPPED.
Friday August 26 -
On Friday we got up and drove back to OB so Jeremy could surf in some larger waves. When we got there and parked the car we learned that a Great White had been spotted twice in the water near the pier in as many days. I gave Jeremy a pat on the back and told him I'd watch him from my beach chair. We ate at a local cafe that was really good but the name of which I don't recall - and as we were eating we learned that our flight home for Saturday afternoon had already been cancelled due to the threat of Irene! So, much of Friday was unfortunately spent on the phone with Delta trying to get a new flight home :( Friday night we went back to the pizza place 1 last time - again, creativity.
We originally were just going to stay in SD until Sunday, but then we couldn't get our room for another night at the Del, so we bumped our flights up earlier to try to get to Baltimore before Irene did. We were originally supposed to stay in SD until 1 pm on Saturday and be back in Baltimore by midnight. That did not happen. We left San Diego at 6:30 am on Saturday (which means no more cinnamon rolls at breakfast for Bridget, and Jeremy waking Bridget up at 3:45 in the morning which is not the morning and is basically just the middle of the night).
When we left San Diego to fly to Atlanta, our flight from Atlanta to Baltimore was still on time. When we landed it Atlanta, it had been cancelled. So that was cool. We spent 4 hours in the Atlanta airport trying to figure out when we could get home. We almost got on a flight off of standby to DC that afternoon, but the clerical error of some idiot desk attendant bumped us off the list. I not-so-secretly didn't care about being stuck in ATL, though, because it meant we got to see Noodle! After we found out that we were definitely not getting out of ATL until Sunday, Noodle came and picked us up at the airport and took us back to her apartment. We didn't have any of our luggage or anything, which was sad, but Noodle got us a great room at the W and we were able to freshen up before going to dinner with Annie, Josh, and their friend Richard, which was a great time. After dinner Jeremy and I were exhausted and hit the sack in anticipation of our 5:45 am wakeup call the next morning to make it to the airport in time for our next flight. Our flight to Baltimore, you say, right? Wrong. Irene made us fly to SAINT LOUIS and then to DC. St. Louis. Not east. West. WTF, Irene. So we hit STL, then from STL went to DCA, where my mom picked us up and drove us up to BWI so Jeremy could pick up his car - and my phone :)
Our luggage made it to BWI without us (rude) so it was delivered to my apartment building at 5 o'clock yesterday morning, which is a totally normal time to deliver luggage, right? All I have to say is thank God for buildings with a concierge because if he had tried to deliver it to me I would have cut him.
So! That's the story! I hope I haven't bored you all to tears. SD is beautiful and I highly recommend that you all visit soon and take me with you :) The weather was wonderful, the food was great, and I'm looking into how to become one of those mysterious people who live in SD but appear to not have a job.
It's been raining in Baltimore for days. It rained all weekend (apparently, I wasn't here for the whole weekend) and it rained all day today so when I got home from work, it was quite cool outside and I thought it would be perfect to go for a run - since I hadn't run in over a week (what? who said that?). Yeah...I did my 15 mile run and then...didn't run..for...a...week. Oops. I mean...I've got nothing.
So I went for a run after I walked and fed Mugsy. I bought a couple of these bones for Mugsy this past week and he LOVES them. I bought him peanut butter filled and cheese & bacon filled. He has been working on the peanut butter filled one for literally days. So all dog owners out there - buy these for your doggie! He or she will love them! And them having a bone to chew on = them not bothering you for a while :)
So anyway, with Mugsy chewing on his bone, I went out for a run intending to do 4 miles. I trotted around the Harbor and felt pretty good, but it wasn't as easy as I was hoping it would have been because I thought my legs were well rested.
I went over towards Canton and ran some hills, which I was happy to fit into the run, and I ran into Jeremy walking his dog which was nice. I would include my splits from my Garmin but I couldn't seem to remember to hit the lap button after every mile so I don't really have any good information - but you know they were all slow. I probably ran between 4.25-4.5 miles in the end. It just didn't feel as good as I thought it would have. So once again - a reminder that I need to stick to my training plan more closely. Because I'm really not sure I'm in good enough shape to run this marathon. And it's 2 months from today.
So. I'm running scared. But I guess running scared is better than not running at all, huh?
I am going on vacation next week for an entire week and I have many hours of flying in store for me (BWI -> San Diego and back) so I am looking for book suggestions that I can download on my Kindle for the trip. Any suggestions? :)
This will probably be the most shocking thing I ever post on this blog, but it happens to be true, so I need to share it with you.
I have given up caffeine. Officially. I think. Forever. For now.
Caffeine has always really affected me - it made me feel really strange if I drank too much of it, and I could never sleep if I drank it after 5 or 6 pm. I'd been feeling really anxious lately, and I realized that maybe all the caffeine I was drinking was contributing to the feelings of anxiety. So I figured it was worth a shot to stop drinking it - especially given all the other studies you can read online (the internet will scare you away from doing basically anything, I'm pretty sure) about how bad Diet Coke is for you (and Diet Coke was my caffeine vehicle of choice). Now, don't get me wrong. I love Diet Coke. And I fully support everyone who drinks it. And I wish I could have kept drinking it. But I have felt more calm/even keeled since I stopped, so I'm going to keep going with it for the time being to see how it goes. It hasn't even been a week yet -- I had my last one last Thursday morning - but it's almost been a week. I think once I make it past 2 weeks I will be pretty sure that I can do it for the foreseeable future.
I want to get to a point where I can enjoy a Diet Coke when I really want one, but my fear is that once my body really gets over the effects of caffeine that I'll be even MORE sensitive to it when I have it occasionally. Thoughts, anyone?
Also, Friday (the first full day w/o any caffeine) was awful. AWFUL. I had a terrible, terrible headache and wanted to kill everything that moved. So that sort of convinced me that I really should stop drinking it because "kicking the habit" was so awful - so it made me feel like it really did have a big effect on my body.
Miles 1 and 2 were combined because I forgot to reset the lap - so they were 23:36, or about 11:48 per mile.
Mile 3 - 11:43
Mile 4 - 11:55
Mile 5 - 11:47
Miles 6 & 7 - also forgot to reset the lap, so they were 23:46 combined, or about 11:53 per mile
Mile 8 - 11:46
Mile 9 - 11:37
Mile 10 - 11:59
Mile 11 - 12:21 (included walking)
Mile 12 - 11:49
Mile 13 - 12:15 (included walking)
Mile 14 - 11:31
Mile 15 - 12:13 (clearly I was half dead at this point)
So - 1632 calories burned (should have been more like 1500), 2:53:31 total (I am slow), Average heart rate of 167 bpm (finally coming back down).
I need to get faster if I want to finish this marathon before I turn 28.
I've been trying to remember all week to put my Garmin in my purse when I leave for work so that I can blog and include my split times, but I have been forgetting all week. And yes, I could blog from home, but where's the fun and procrastination and laziness and delinquency in that? That's what I thought.
Anyway. I ran 15 miles on Saturday morning. I was terrified. I ate pasta on Friday night and tried to hydrate sufficiently for the run (but can anyone really ever hydrate sufficiently for a 15 mile run?). I didn't fall asleep until around 11:30 or 12, then I got up at about 6:30, walked the dogs (both were there), and set out on my run. I thought about turning back roughly 1321499134 times during the run. Or breaking it up into smaller chunks. Or quitting marathon training and just running the half instead of the full. But I kept running, I just kept saying to myself "just finish this mile then you can decide" and then I'd say "well you just finished that mile without a problem, you can keep running."
I went over into Canton first and then came back towards my apartment - that loop was 6 miles. I ran into my building and up to my apartment to use the bathroom and refill all my water bottles. I then ran through the Inner Harbor, Federal Hill, and up to Locust Point where Under Armour is. I passed UA this time without refilling my water bottles and ran to Fort McHenry (the site of the run where I basically died due to overheating). Screw you, Fort McHenry, for tearing up your asphalt trail and forcing me to circle the Fort on the grass, which was slightly refreshing for my legs but really annoying overall because I had to keep looking at the ground and couldn't raise my eyes to take in the beautiful scenery before me. Anyway, when I looped back around to pass UA again, this time I stopped, hit the restroom, and refilled my water bottles again. Oh, and I'd been eating Clif Shot Bloks every 30 minutes, which worked pretty well. I ate at least a pack and a half if not two packs (I had one full pack and two partial packs). I'm thinking about trying GU or Clif Shot Gel this weekend (which means Annie gets to witness the glory if my stomach rejects them...yay!).
ANYWAY. I was running through the Inner Harbor for the 2nd time when I hit 13.1 miles and then almost burst into tears (you have no idea how emotional you get when you're running long distances) because I had just passed the distance that had previously been the furthest I'd ever run in my entire life. The last two miles were spent on a high basically just being super excited that I was officially running further than I'd ever run before with every subsequent step I took. It felt pretty awesome. When I got back to my apartment building I was still a couple tenths of a mile short of 15 so I circled the block a few times until the Garmin finally tipped over the distance marker.
me giving the sun the double middle finger around 7.5 miles because it wouldn't stop shining directly on me and making me overheat
me giving a homeless man the $10 I'd put in my fuel belt in case of emergency around mile 14.6 because I was on a runner's high and so proud of myself for having run that far (sue me, but I don't normally give homeless people money, especially not ten dollar bills, I'm sorry)
me "run-dancing" through the Inner Harbor on my way home because I was almost done and I was listening to some good music (Nikki Minaj's new song Super Bass, pretty sure I listened to it 5 times during the run, highly recommend that you download it). It was probably embarrassing but I really didn't care.
So my body was pretty pissed afterwards. My toes still hurt. I'm not sore anymore, but I was the rest of the day Saturday through Tuesday. But I think that run really did more for me mentally than it did physically, because I proved that I can run further than 13.1 without dying, and once you've run 15, 20 doesn't sound that bad, and when I run 20 I'll be ready for 26.2 (that number still strikes fear in my heart, though).
I'll add my splits once I find the motivation to either blog at home or put my Garmin in my purse.
Only facing ten this weekend, and Noodle will be in town and has agreed to run them with me, so I'm looking forward to that!
1) My dog decided to ride the elevator by himself today. I always take him for a morning walk, and this morning in the elevator on the way back up to our apartment, I took his leash off (I often do this so I don't have to do it while he's trying to get into the apartment). So I got off at the 6th floor, as normal, and he...didn't. I turned around and yelled his name and tried to throw my arm between the elevator doors to no avail. I hit both the up and down elevator buttons but it was no use. It was gone. I spent the next 3 minutes hitting all the buttons only to have the OTHER elevator come multiple times. Finally the right elevator comes back and my dog is...not on it. Meaning he could have been ANYWHERE in the building because I had heard that elevator go by multiple times since I had lost him. So I get on the elevator and ride it down to the lobby, thinking that whoever found him must have taken him down there. Nope. So I get back on and stop on every. single. floor. until I finally find him on the 10th floor, sniffing around outside the elevator. Totally normal. I just cannot imagine what the people who got on/off the elevator before he decided to get off thought! So my morning started with quite an adventure.
2) I'm going to attempt to run 15 miles tomorrow morning. I think I will get up around 6 to try it, and I think with water/food breaks it will take me around 3 hours to complete (don't judge me!). Which means that tonight I need to make a pretty awesome playlist to run to. Any song suggestions?
I've said this before, but it's still true - one of my favorite parts of any song of all time is the part of "I still haven't found what I'm looking for" by U2 when they say:
"Well I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one, bleed into one
But yes I'm still running"
So yes - I'm still running. Were you worried? How kind of you. I will chronicle two runs in this post because I've been too lazy to post since Saturday.
This weekend I was here:
which was The Great. I got to see a lot of my friends (I wish I had put the pictures from this weekend on this computer so I could post some of them to the blog...maybe I'll add them later, just to entice you to check back). It's always hard going back to Columbus (by Always I mean the two times I've been back since I moved). I didn't leave Columbus because of the city or because of the people - I left because of the job I had there, and I figured it was about time I try something new. So when I go back, it's hard because it's not like I'm thinking to myself "Wow, sure glad I escaped this place!" Instead, I'm thinking "Wow, I really miss my friends and I miss the fact that everything is so CHEAP and SAFE and CLEAN here." Anyway, grass is always greener, right?
So I arrived on Friday morning and spent the rest of the day hanging out with my friends Heather and Jared (apparently Jared reads this blog, Hi Jared!). On Saturday morning I needed to run 12 miles (commence dry heaving) so I got up at 5:45 (sick, I know) and drove across the city to meet up with my old running buddies from the Columbus Running Company at their store in Dublin. I got there at 6:30 and Kathy, Annette, Lisa and I set out to do 8 miles together. These were my splits for the first 8 miles:
1 - 11:19
2 - 11:49
3 - 11:46
4 - 12:06
5 - 11:26
6 - 11:46
7 - 11:38
8 - 11:27
By mile 8 we had arrived back at the store to meet up with the rest of the group, who congregates at 8 am, divides into pace groups, learns where the water stops will be, and sets out for their run. I was able to refill my water bottles on my new fuel belt (that pink one was just too large and therefore too bouncy and I couldn't deal with it. So I bought another on Friday night). This is my new fuel belt:
It is the RunLite 4 from Amphipod. I like it much more than the Nathan Speed 2 I previously bought. More bottles, easier access (they just snap on and off), a little mesh pocket in the front as well as the larger pocket you can see attached to the back, so lots of storage. Plus you can customize the length of the belt, meaning that the fit is much much better for me than the Nathan belt was.
Anyway, moving on. I refilled my water bottles (I'd drained all 32 oz out of them in the first 8 miles), ate some more Clif Shot Bloks (I'd finished an entire pack by that point, so 6 bloks over 8 miles), stretched a little bit, and was ready to go out for the remainder of the run. Kathy and I went out and did the last 4 of my 12 together, and the splits looked like this:
9 - 11:15
10 - 11:11
11 - 10:40
12 - 11:10
Overall, it took me 2:17:42 to run 12 miles (that only includes the time I was running or walking on the course), I burned 1351 calories (I think that is overestimating how many calories I burned, it should have been closer to 1200), my average pace was 11:28/mi, and my average HR was 169 bpm.
So, what did I learn from reviewing my splits? I can run faster than I think I can. I let myself get away with bullshit slower running because it makes me panic less. I need to push myself to be faster. Had I been working the way I should have been, I should not have been able to run the last 4 miles at splits that much lower than those in which I ran the first 8 miles.
Also, I wasn't as sore as I should have been afterwards. Yes, I fueled appropriately. Yes, I stretched - both of which mean that I shouldn't be too sore. But had I really pushed myself, I would have been more sore than I was. And I know long runs aren't the place to push yourself to the limit, shorter mid-week runs are, but still. I think I need to step it up. Sigh.
SO - I ran 12 miles on Saturday and had a great time catching up with my running buddies and then felt free to eat and drink as much as I damn well pleased the rest of the weekend! Which was great since I was visiting all my favorite haunts in Columbus.
Moving onto the 2nd run that I will recap in this post - I ran this morning. I had planned to meet up with my friend Brigid again, but she had a headache and couldn't come out. Luckily, I missed her message telling me that, which meant that I got my butt out of bed and got dressed and went downstairs to run. After 10 minutes I figured she wasn't coming so I set off on my own. This meant that I didn't have my iPod, which was kind of ok with me. Maybe I would have run faster with some music, but I was feeling Saturday's run this morning and needed to be mentally "there" to check my pace and tell myself to slow down when necessary - today was more a recovery run than anything else.
So, I ran 3.84 miles in 45:02. My average pace was 11:45/mi (I didn't stop my watch when I slowed down to walk at two points, one because the dock was slippery, the other because I WANTED TO), and my average heart rate was 165 bpm. It says I burned 427 calories, but I should have only burned about 384 calories (I assume that I'm burning 100 calories/mile while running, pretty standard). I'm starting to tell you guys this stuff so that hopefully I will be so embarrassed by how slow I am that I will run faster. Let's see if it works. My splits were:
1 - 11:10
2 - 12:02 (Includes walking)
3 - 12:11 (Ditto)
4 - 9:36 (this was only 0.84 miles, so had I run a full mile and kept the same pace, it would have been 11:26)
Overall, this run went well. It was nice and cool (only about 77*) when I went for the run, and the humidity was somewhat in check because we had a thunderstorm last night. I enjoyed running w/o my iPod for once, but I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon. I do think that music helps me run faster.
So. Yeah. I'm still running. I have to run 15 miles this weekend - probably Saturday morning. But...I...no. Do not want. But I must. Remind me why I signed up for a marathon again?
Also - the answer to the question "How do you run so far?" is clearly - "Slowly." I am not fast. At all. Now you know my shameful secret. But whatever - your medal looks the same if you finish the marathon in 3 hours or 5.