tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43127813024619631532024-03-13T05:30:59.173-07:00Super AthleteOne Woman's Quest to Make Her Belly Smaller Than Her BoobsA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-50338671454526190762012-07-15T09:10:00.001-07:002012-07-15T09:10:56.667-07:002012 TriathlonI did it! ...and I beat my time from 2008 by 17 minutes!<br />
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Final results:<br />
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2012:<br />
Overall: 1 hour 43 minutes<br />
Swim .25 mile: 9 minutes 43 seconds<br />
Transition 1: 4 minutes 5 seconds<br />
Bike 15 miles: 53 minutes 47 seconds<br />
Transition 2: 1 minute 38 seconds<br />
Run 3 miles: 34 minutes 17 seconds<br />
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2008:<br />
Overall: 2 hours 0 minutes<br />
Swim .25 mile: 17 minutes 16 seconds<br />
Transition 1: 4 minutes 59 seconds<br />
Bike 15 miles: 1 hour 2 minutes<br />
Transition 2: 2 minutes 57 seconds<br />
Run 3 miles: 32 minutes 36 seconds<br />
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<a href="http://www.aladyrevealsnothing.com/2012/07/triathlon.html" target="_blank">Click here to read about 2008.</a><br />
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I have to say, seeing people's ages on the backs of their legs is kind of a blessing and a curse. As you pass them, or they pass you...all you can do is look at their age and either congratulate yourself or beat yourself up. If somebody who was older than me passed me I was like, "aw HAIL no". But if a younger person passed me, I was OK with it.<br />
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This is what you get when you ask Summer to take photos for you:<br />
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A big thanks to my best bud <a href="http://www.hobosiren.com/" target="_blank">Summer of HoboSiren</a> for getting up super early, taking photos and cheering. It was great to see your face along the course, Ma.</div>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-84015771724780210302012-05-15T22:10:00.002-07:002012-05-15T22:10:50.517-07:00"Toughen Up"<div style="text-align: justify;">
Last night I went on my first training ride with my MS150 team. (Accepting donations for MS research <a href="http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Bike/MNMBikeEvents?px=11029959&pg=personal&fr_id=17515" target="_blank">here</a>.) We biked 25 miles! I met a new friend named Laura and we rode together and got to talking about how expensive it can be to get into biking and running. Suddenly you need all this gear. Take, for example, padded butt biking shorts. I'm one of the few that has the good sense to cover up that shame with my famous <a href="http://www.aladyrevealsnothing.com/2012/03/kadys-dating-tips.html" target="_blank">pajama pants,</a> but I wear the padded butt shorts underneath. Anyway, mine are actually "tri shorts", which means I bought them for a triathlon I did a few years back and they aren't as maxi padded as bike shorts, to make drying easier. Think mini pad. I was telling her all of this, and how I refuse to pony up the $50+ it's going to take to get the extra maxi padded butt shorts.</div>
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At that EXACT moment in time, we crossed paths with a man who had no legs, and was laying down on one of those cool bikes that is powered by a hand crank. I guess I was staring at him in sheer awe and pride as I told her all about my butt padding, and at the moment of contact as we rode by this man, and I was looking right at him, I concluded my story by saying, and I quote: </div>
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"So, I guess now it's 'toughen up, old friend'", referring of course to my crotch.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-43833849316290736542011-07-29T09:21:00.000-07:002011-07-29T09:21:50.117-07:00Another day, another 3 milesI had to walk a little bit today on my 3-mile run, but that's OK with me. I'm running along Rocky Point Road, which has absolutely no shade and no points of interest and it's asphalt and sometimes it's just plain boring. <br />
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At least my iPod was up and running. But for the first half-mile, the setting for 'shake to shuffle' was on, meaning you can just shake the thing and it puts on a new song. WELL, when you're running, that's about the dad-gummest most annoying thing in the whole world. Every three paces a new song. And then me, trying to keep the iPod as still as possible, while running. $%^&*^! <br />
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Finally I decided to fix the problem. Usually I just live with things as they are and suffer. But I went into the iPod menu, found the settings, found the place where it says 'shake to shuffle' OFF, and VOILA! I could listen to PJ Harvey's new album in peace. <br />
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Except it's not really for running, and as much as I love her, I had to let her go in favor of the playlist that I made when I hiked Machu Picchu. A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-83003248823062609802011-07-26T20:18:00.000-07:002011-07-26T20:18:32.168-07:007/26I ran three miles today, and I hated every minute of it. My iPod wasn't charged, and so I took to counting light poles to pass the time.<br />
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In four languages. Because that's all I could think of. English, Spanish, German and French.<br />
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ein, one, un, uno<br />
two, dos, svei, deux<br />
trois, three tres, drei<br />
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Sometimes you can make a sentence. For example...Four. Four fier cuatro quatre (cat). "Cat fear for cuatro." Or Eight. Ocho eight ocht huit. "Oct Ocho ate wheat". <br />
Or sometimes they are all almost the same: Like...six. Six, sex, seis, six.<br />
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BORING.<br />
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But, three miles! Just 10.1 more to go in 6 weeks.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-52461342605622478292011-07-21T16:20:00.000-07:002011-07-21T16:20:07.545-07:002.5 Miles. Just for ShowIn a town where you need to go and get the mail to "see and be seen", going out to the Highway for a run is kind of a social event. <br />
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But not really. I was originally just going to run one mile, but saw not one car on the highway, so I kept running, hoping to see Justin Timberlake drive by, but it didn't happen.<br />
In the end, I ran 2.5 miles. Alone. Somebody honked. Turns out it was the cook at work. I'll call that a limited success.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-64665697397807822462011-07-20T10:29:00.000-07:002011-07-20T10:29:31.149-07:00It's Time for Another Hexum Half-MarathonUnfortunately there aren't any half-marathons in these parts. So I'm just going to create one, naturally.<br />
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I clocked it in my car the other day and I found a great little course, basically from just past my house up to my job. Why so ambitious?<br />
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Because I ran one mile yesterday and I'm obviously insane. I haven't run since New Zealand. Literally. That was March 2010. So yah, this is going to be fun. I talked to my boss and she's on board...so I have less than two months to train and also completely organize this thing. Now, to scare up some runners and some volunteers and some prizes and the ambulance crew and some water stops. This'll be easy, right?A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-56823834740732609762009-12-21T12:59:00.000-08:002009-12-21T13:00:24.506-08:00The InternOn Friday, I ran/walked 3 miles in 35 minutes, and the Intern seemed impressed. Then we did another Ab Set. But I was toast after running and so I just stretched while he did hundreds and hundreds of crunches.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-92051125693092980832009-12-17T22:20:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:39:40.225-08:00Working out with the InternI don't really like to work out alone. I don't want to walk ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE PARKING LOT to my Lifetime Fitness and so when my regular work-out buddy Felicia couldn't make it to the gym today I was a little depressed because I knew that meant I wouldn't go either. But I'm fat right now and I'm going to Mexico in about a month, so I casually asked the hot, young, 23 year old college-graduate intern that I have been sexually harrassing for the past 6 months if he had a membership to Lifetime, knowing full well that he did. "I'm going at 3pm," he said, and so of course I told him I was going with him. I also told him I'm a social exerciser and need somebody to at least walk over to Lifetime with me. I agreed to work out on the treadmills. We walked over and when I got out of the changing room, he was already running, with a quarter-of-a-mile on the display at a pace of 8 mph. I walked for about 5 minutes and then casually sped up my machine until we were stomping, right. left. right. left. at the same pace. Depressingly I realized that my machine was only at 5.6 mph to his 8. These darn short legs! We ran "together" for about a half mile on my machine and then he left to go 'lift'. Lift. Doesn't that sound amazing and gorgeous? I saw that he had run 1.38 miles on his machine. In his absence, I ended up run/walking because it's been a while since I have run, and so I was glad when he came back by for a drink of water, I was on my short little run section of the run/walk. "You really picked up the pace!", (6mph) he mentioned and then walked toward the water fountain. Thank you for noticing...and thank goodness he hadn't come by 10 seconds earlier, as I was on the 2.8mph walk that lasted about 8 minutes. When I finally reached 2 miles (30 minutes), he asked if I wanted to do an Ab Set. "YES PLEASE", I answered, not really knowing what that was, but it sounded romantic. And it was. Until we did side planks, me facing the wall and him facing my clenched, shaking butt. Wonder if he'll want to work out tomorrow?A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-68880210182584286832009-08-13T20:07:00.000-07:002011-09-13T18:35:16.826-07:005k Pub RunTonight I went on the most fun 5k ever. It started at Costello's in St. Paul, and basically went from pub to pub to pub along a 5k route. I have never drank so much beer. But the running sort of made up for it.<br />
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FUN!<br />
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Matt and Laurissa and ol' Gentle Jim came with and there were a total of maybe 30 runners. The pubs didn't know what hit 'em. Everybody got a real kick out of it...30 runners stopping into the pub for 10 minutes and a couple pitchers to share.<br />
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I met an Army dude back from Iraq, a 50 year old who has run 23 marathons and was just in Cape Town, a 31 year old graphic designer who put the whole thing together (an old homeless-y type dude at the first pub told her she "had nice shoulders" which was the weirdest compliment I had ever heard), a girl named Anne who I accidentally kept calling Amy, Tom from my marathon class three years ago, an older guy who I made fun of because he kept stretching... It was great. One pub we actually bought two pitchers of margaritas.<br />
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We rounded it all out at Cosetta's Italian place right by McGovern's. And now I'm home, and I feel very thirsty.<br />
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I don't know why I hadn't ever discovered drinking and running before. My two favorite things. Just kidding. I hate running.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-23680231731933088842009-07-25T12:00:00.000-07:002009-07-25T12:05:15.265-07:00Not a ton to report hereDid a strength class on Monday where I did 1,000 squats as per usual and then was too busy at work to do anything for the rest of the week.<br />So today I ran 3 miles and then biked 5. It was alright, the weather is perfect. I gave a guy a high five but he didn't get it and I ended up just slapping his hand anyway. Idiot. Sometimes I get deliriously happy when I'm running, and I just sort of expect that everybody else should be too. Also the music in my headphones makes me want to dance, but you can't dance while you run, but you can pump your arms in a sort of white-boy dance and so that's what I do. Also, I sing. I can't help it. Today, it was Madonna, that song about 'please don't say you're sorry, cuz I dont wanna hear, blah blah, can't take it anymore' and then I forget that other people can only hear me sing and they can't hear the song in my headphones, so it's like a-capella singing out of breath and out of tune.<br /><br />Well, like I said, happy when I run.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-6622803070281917422009-07-19T22:10:00.001-07:002009-07-19T22:15:04.834-07:00So we ran 8 miles on Saturday!Thank goodness Anna came over on Friday for girls' night and we drank tons of wine and then on Saturday morning, felt a little groggy but ran 8 miles anyways. We did a little walking, but not too much. From my house to the Rose Garden at Lake Harriet and back is precisely 8. Anna was also sick with a cold so I'm super proud of her for even going, plus this is the farthest she has ever ran!<br />She did the half marathon relay in Maple Grove, so 6+ miles was her longest run.<br /><br />Anyways, my hips and knees and ankles and shins were SORE. But I drank lots of booze again on Saturday night (as anyone who is in training will tell you, it's important to drink lots of alcohol.)<br /><br />Then today Murphy and I rode bike for 5 miles. That loosened up my leg muscles a little bit. They were super tight.<br /><br />Tomorrow I have my 20 minute core class, followed by a 2.2 mile run around the swamp by my office...this half is coming up fast, but I'm not too worried about it. I am so lazy. Now that I have run a marathon, I think of a half marathon as a "breeze", and "no big deal". I know that sounds weird, but it's kind of how it is. Even though the running lots of miles is kicking my butt.<br /><br />Anyways, next Saturday we plan to do 11 miles and then the following Saturday is the big event.<br /><br />PEACEA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-12777404529932026662009-07-08T16:57:00.001-07:002009-07-08T16:59:46.782-07:00Strength trainingI just did 6,985 squats and tomorrow I will not be able to walk.<br /><br />Not really running that much...I ran/walked two miles in the Falls. Went to Big Vic and back one day with Nancy and Laurissa. It went really well. it's always nice to have people to talk to.<br /><br />Today the instructor in strength training actually did the whole one hour routine. I was super-impressed.<br /><br />The half marathon is only like 3 weeks away. I am up to five miles (last week.) I am not running any long runs this weekend because I'll be in Rochester. So on the 18th I'm going to run 9 miles and on the 25th I'm going to run 11.<br /><br />I hope.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-63424070091797756052009-06-28T20:33:00.000-07:002009-06-28T20:39:48.399-07:00Didn't run six...But I did run 5! And I found the other shoe to the shoe that I found the other day! Two Shoes. Men's. Steve Madden's. Size 10ish. Located at 50th and cedar, if you're in the market for a pair of shoes.<br /><br />Also the shorts are still there. They are just shredded. Weird. And I found a pair of pink big undies today too.<br /><br />The reason I only ran five is because I set my alarm to get up at 6:15 and go run with my old running club, but snoozed until 9, and then called Kasey to see if she minded me picking up Murphy at 10:30. I went out, and actually had a very decent run. I have been walking a lot because I'm not quite up to speed, but today I didn't walk very much at all. I took about three 25-yard walk breaks. Not bad for five miles. I'm going to try to run more than just once a week and that should help too. I ran two miles on Saturday and that really helped today's run. So I'll try to keep that going. Tomorrow I have core class again and then Tuesday it's Pilates. Wednesday and Thursday I'll try to put in a morning run, just a shortie.<br /><br />Random thought on the run today:<br />Maybe I could have tried to bring Murphy WITH me, in the jogging stroller?<br /><br />Also, Murphy and I rode 7 miles on the bike this evening.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-17616220015059677562009-06-27T20:22:00.000-07:002009-06-27T20:25:15.257-07:00Ran two miles todayWas supposed to run 6, but my schedule got in the way.<br /><br />But I ran two. I saw a pair of shorts on the trail, and a shoe. One shoe.<br /><br />I always find it so interesting when people lose one shoe. Or a pair of shorts for that matter. Were they in a fight and somebody threw somebody's shorts, or shoe out the window to get mad? Were they about ready to make mad passionate love in the park and the shorts came off in the dark and they couldn't find them? Did a dog drag them around and onto the trail?<br /><br />It's kind of weird.<br /><br />And then I imagined myself bringing cookies to the guy who bought my piano, and wondered if he would think that was weird.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-47123088977783026762009-06-23T16:22:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:32:23.519-07:00Core ClassYah so the teacher for my Monday Core Class is a huge Nazi and she makes you do stuff that she's not doing. Now, I get it, they teach 7 classes a day probably, and they probably work out a little bit in each one, but the whole "Come on!" "Keep going!" would be easier to take if she wasn't like having a sandwich in the corner criticizing my every move.<br /><br />20 minute class. Easy right? WRONG. I am SO SORE today, in my back. Because of the two minute planks which actually ended up being 8 minute planks. I didn't even really do them for more than like 30 seconds at a time, and today I can barely walk.<br /><br />But I really enjoyed today's Pilates class. The teacher gives 4 levels of strength, so you just pick which one you want to do and everybody does their own amount of reps and you BURN your stomach the whole time. It was awesome. I couldn't keep the huge ball between my feet though, which was kind of embarrasing. Also, my hipflexors are that of an 80 year old woman, from running, so some moves I can't even do. For instance. Down on one (right) knee. Other (left) leg straight out to the left. Now put your right hand on the matt about shoulder width out, and lift your left leg and do ten circles clockwise. Now ten circles counter clockwise. Now pulse. Pulse. PULSE! I had to sit that one out, because of all the clicking and cracking in my hip bone, ew and ouch.<br /><br />Tomorrow, core class again! I expect to lose 100 pounds by Friday.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-66943762747582046612009-06-21T19:33:00.000-07:002009-06-21T19:38:20.953-07:00Woohoo!I couldn't procrastinate any longer. Had to do it. So I did! Ran around Lake Nokomis and then down to the stoplight by Fat Lorenzo's and then back home. 4.5 miles. Good enough!<br /><br />One funny thing that happened is when I was running by the beach on the north end of the Lake, there was a tiny little Latino Boy whose family was having a lovely Barbeque was crouched down by the trail. He had a skateboard in front of him and he was pushing it back and forth sort of revving it up and I knew he was going to try to shoot it out onto the trail just as I ran by, but he made a critical mistake and made eye contact with me and so then he felt bad and didn't do it. <br /><br />Also a lady on a bike zoomed past me and it really scared me because she didn't yell out that she was coming (On your left!) and she came up on my right. I was like 'wwoooh!" and she just shook her bitchy head because I was on the bike path and so therefore it was all my fault. I felt mildly better about the situation when I got up to the stop light and there she was, running a red light. So I decided she was just rude anyways.<br /><br />I feel like a million bucks!<br /><br />Yes it's only 4.5 miles, but that ain't too shabby. And tomorrow marks my first core fitness class during lunch.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-7163717577437566912009-06-20T17:51:00.000-07:002009-06-20T17:54:33.322-07:00what the?So I didn't run 5 miles today. And my stomach is hanging WAY over my pants, right now I'm naked except underwear and I can't see the underwear if you know what I'm sayin'~<br /><br />So I didn't run because I had to watch Kasey's kids and also because it was like 100 degrees. I'm going to run tomorrow *wink*<br /><br />For exercise today I ate two bowls of cereal, 4 french fries, an ice cream cone, a bowl of ice cream with Kasey's homemade toffee sauce on top, and ravioli with veggies. Also I drove around in my car for 3 hours dropping Karley off in Ham Lake.<br /><br />August 1st. That's like 40 days away. EEKA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-81762976387795788292009-06-19T14:10:00.000-07:002009-06-19T14:25:21.544-07:00Working on my FitnessSo...in 2009 I have run a total of 7 miles. I signed up for the Urban Wildland Half Marathon on August 1st, so I'll try to blog how a crazy person trains for 13.1 miles in 6 weeks. It can be done I think.<br /><br />I joined Lifetime Fitness yesterday! So today I dutifully went to a spin class. At noon, right smack dab in the middle of my work day. This is a huge big deal for me, because I have spent the last 6 months working so MUCH, with never so much as a piss break, so I am so EXCITED to be able to get away from my desk and actually take a lunch.<br /><br />But, I HATE the gym. I hate the dirtiness of it. I hate the sweatiness of it. <br /><br />My inner Pollyanna will say that there is a bright side. The instructor motivates you like crazy and the music is always ridulous and awesome.<br /><br />So, the spin class was just like you see in the movies! A bunch of people on fake bikes with towels around their necks, biking and pedaling and 'spinning' for an hour. And the guy goes "UP!" and everybody stands and pedals. And then he goes, "ADD SOME LOAD!" and then you turn this little knob and suddenly you are going up a hill! (but not really). And then he says, "think about your GOALS!" and I actually said out loud "FLAT STOMACH!" but the music was so loud so nobody heard me. haha<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-qVi2WR3ps/SjwBouMQKzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/bcKqrP1hbmk/s1600-h/spin.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-qVi2WR3ps/SjwBouMQKzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/bcKqrP1hbmk/s320/spin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349152256515124018" /></a><br /><br />I was sort of going down hill because my bike seat pointed forward and down and it was hard to stay on it. Also I'm used to a normal outside bike that coasts. These bikes don't coast. if you stop pedaling, they WHIP your legs forward and that happened to me like ten times and then my feet fell out of the pedals a few times too.<br /><br />And I forgot water.<br /><br />But, it was fun and stay tuned for more updates on the training. I plan to run 5 miles tomorrow, if my legs will let me.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-77711584215837346602009-02-03T15:41:00.000-08:002009-02-03T15:44:10.365-08:00Motivation?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-qVi2WR3ps/SYjWiztzjPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jp6NT6H6gv4/s1600-h/half.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-qVi2WR3ps/SYjWiztzjPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jp6NT6H6gv4/s400/half.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298720855087615218" /></a><br /><br />Today I got an email for the Urban Wildlands Half Marathon in August. I am really ready to get in shape again. <br /><br />But then somebody brought a bag of Lay's Potato Chips to the office and some creamy dip and I took a bath in that and spent the afternoon in the Chip bag, rolling around and taking 5 minute snoozers.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-64196583171352045602008-12-12T17:24:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:25:01.108-08:00My first Marathon, Twin Cities Marathon 2006I finished in 4:53:01 (my goal was 5 hours 15 minutes!). So I'm still limping around but glad it's over.<br />That translates to 6,103rd place. Out of 8,191 finishers.I was the 2,101st woman to finish out of 3,195.I was 638th in my division (women my age.)<br />Those numbers are nothing to be proud of, just for your information. I told my nephew Miles that I got first place.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-22687474864892095242008-12-12T17:20:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:23:40.979-08:00Wells Fargo Half Marathon May 2007It was mayhem. Flying tree branches, farts on the bus...where do I begin? I ran into Anne, Michelle, Jill and Marie at the start, and ran the first mile and a half with Jill and Marie. Jill said we did the first mile in 9:50. A little too fast for me, so I dropped back and decided to stay somewhere in the middle of them and Anne and Michelle giving me time to stretch or walk if I needed it. Unfortunately Anne and Michelle weren't very far behind, so my plan was foiled. Anne ran ahead and Michelle and I stayed together for the rest of the race. We both stopped for about 10 minutes at the ALARC water stop and chatted with friends. It rained for about the first 6 miles or so. When we were running right next to the lake at around 10 miles the wind was so bad I was holding onto my visor. Leaves were flying everywhere and tree branches were flying around. Someone said they saw a tree fall at one point. We joked about getting hit by a tree at mile 12. Wouldn't that be a bummer?We finished when the clock said 2:36:something which I was very happy with. We only walked for brief periods to take some water and/or get up a hill. They bussed us back to the start and a woman told us she and her friend counted 20 hills. 20 ups and 20 downs. And if it was an up then a flat spot and another up, she only counted one hill. So it was a very hilly course. And then someone dropped a** and the whole bus (which already stunk like sweat and armpits) filled up with the stench of the inside of someone's colon.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-73553222249598993532008-12-12T17:19:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:20:21.985-08:00Grandma's Marathon 2007Well, I finished. Here are the official stats:<br />6980 People finished. I was 6388th.2565 Females finished. I was 2251st.<br />My clock time was 5:39:19, but my actual chip time was 5:33:28.<br />A couple of notable items:<br />The female winner, Mary Akor, who is exactly my age (30), finished before I hit the half-way point.<br />Last year when I trained for Twin Cities I logged a total of 314 miles. I finished that marathon in 4:53:01.This year, while training for Grandma's, I logged a total of 155 miles. I wasn't able to train as hard due to some injuries.<br />I got mentioned on KFAN on Friday. Not by name, but I was at Famous Dave's where they were broadcasing. Dan Barreiro and I were chatting and I mentioned that I had run Twin Cities and the last six miles were so emotional for me that I couldn't stop crying. I cried for the last six miles and couldn't stop. So, during his broadcast, he was talking about how runners always want to tell you about their bowel movements or gastrointestinal issues during the marathon. He said, "I just talked with a girl, who told me she blubbered the last six miles. She said she was sad, happy, emotional, in pain, feeling awesome, and it made her cry. That I can deal with. Tell me about that. Don't tell me about your poop problems." (or something to that effect.) If he only knew me, right? Also I met Chris Hawkey, he was running his first marathon and cohosts the KFAN morning show with Mike Morris. He was very nice and I actually got to have dinner with he and his wife and their kids as part of a larger group on Friday night.<br />I also got a signed copy of Dick Beardsley's book, Stay the Course. He was speaking at the DECC and signing books. He is the course record holder. He ran Grandma's in 2:09 I think in 1979 or something and no one has ever beaten that record.<br />When I got to the starting line I had to go to the bathroom, so I stood in line at a biffy behind about 40 people. When I finally got in there I tucked my sunglasses in my waist pack, and of course they fell on the floor. Right below the urinal. In a puddle of pee. Thank goodness I had a purell wipe, or I would have had to throw them away. Entering the starting area was very surreal. There were 7500 people. People as far in front of me as I could see, and people behind me as far as I could see. This of course is when I jumped up and down to see, because just standing there, I saw someone's back, and someone's chest in front of and behind me. haha<br />I ran the first six miles in one hour (or, 10 minutes per mile). So I definitely went out of the gate too fast - my overall average was about 12:47 minutes per mile.<br />It was HOT. And SUNNY. The temp at the start of the race was 66 degrees and finished in the high 70's. I really like it to be in the 50's or maybe 60's for a long run.<br />Burt Carlson is 81 years old. I saw him throughout the race, sometimes me passing him, sometimes him passing me. It was his 25th Grandma's, and his 287th Marathon overall. Still I felt like if I didn't beat him I was going to have to give up running forever. Well I did beat him. By like five minutes, too. Take that ya ol' sucker!<br />I met Al Franken. I saw him along the course twice. The first time it was too late and I didn't get a chance to say hello, but the second time I saw him I was on the same side of the road as him. I introduced myself and we shook hands. That was pretty cool. I felt bad because his hands were like perfectly dry and soft and I was sweating like a pig, had rubbed vaseline under my armpits to prevent chafing, had wiped my sweaty nose (not the snotty part of my nose, but the sweaty part of my nose) a million times, had high fived about 500 runners, in other words my hands weren't clean. At all.<br />I saw two ambulances, one lady down with people hovered around, another lady delirious and not able to put her shoe back on. I saw a guy running with the American flag, I saw a guy running backwards, I saw a girl with huge underwear over her shorts that said "granny panties". I saw two speed walkers. I saw a bunch of "50 staters" - guys who had run a marathon in all 50 states. It was such a fun, cool experience. I'm glad it's over though. A big Thank You to Marie Moore, who ran the entire race - every single step - with me and she never minded if I needed to stop and rest or stretch or whatever.<br />My sister Kasey came to watch me, and she saw a guy whose shirt said "Phillipines". So she screamed at the top of her lungs "GO PHILLIPINES!" and then her husband Ben told her that his shirt actually said, "Phillipians 3:16".<br />Stop here if you don't like my potty humor stuff.<br />On Sunday, the day after the race, Kasey and I went to the public hotel restroom quick and when we walked in were hit in the face with the most horrible stench you have ever smelled. We walked around the corner to find a pile of what looked like vomit on the floor of the first stall. Upon further inspection, it wasn't vomit at all. Somebody had to go number two and didn't make it. There was stuff on the floor, the toilet, everywhere. We went back into the hallway and informed a janitor, and he got on his walky-talky and we heard him say he had a "code brown" in the ladies room. How funny is that?<br />For the results, go here <a href="http://www.grandmasmarathon.com/">http://www.grandmasmarathon.com/</a> Click on Race, then results. My bib number is 3167, and its under Kady Hexum.<br />Love,KadyA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-13136878240023598212008-12-12T17:18:00.000-08:002008-12-18T22:55:54.996-08:00Twin Cities Marathon 2007So here's my marathon story:<br />TCM set a record yesterday for being the hottest race ever. And it was. The temperature at the start was in the mid-70s and the dewpoint was in the90s. 10 degrees warmer and they would have cancelled it. 7215 people finished. 900 people who started didn't finish. The Chicago marathon, also held yesterday, was cancelled 3.5 hours into the race due to heat, and the temperatures there were not as hot as they were here.<br />My friend Mark was working as an emergency radio operator at the Mile 9 Aid Station. He said that there were 24 ambulance calls and 300 drop-outs - and that was just between mile 9 and 18. And - apparently the sweep bus (drives along at a 6-hour pace to pick up slow runners and those who want to quit) left 7 people behind at mile 17 because she was going "too fast". A woman ended up picking them up in her own personal van. One of the radio guys that Mark worked with said that this race had the highest drop-out rate of any of the 20 TCMs he had worked on. Also, they ran out of water at the water stop at mile 23 at 11am. I didn't get there until like 1:00. They were pouring water from nasty, muddy, half crushed milk jugs into cups, and people were standing there, in chunks, waiting for water. MMM...muddy water at mile 23. So refreshing. I'm thinking they were filling them up with somebody's hose or something.<br />I placed 6252 overall, 2334th out of 2829 females, and 405th out of 485 females in my age group.<br />My offical chip time was 5:31:04.<br />If you all remember my Grandma's marathon story, a certain old codger by the name of Burt Carlson (in his 80s, has run 4,000 marathons, my arch nemesis)reared his ugly head again. I couldn't shake him. We were neck and neck...finally I pushed him to the ground, spit on him, and finished a full 9 minutes and 14 seconds ahead of him. Seriously this guy is awesome. I think he was the oldest entrant...not completely sure on that one, but there were only 4 "over-80s" in the race who finished. 2 of them beat me. You better watch it next year Greg Prom and Lloyd Young! If you have a next year. Is that mean? I'm just kidding!<br />Also I'd like to point out that Mary Akor, or the woman exactly my age who won Grandma's Marathon this year, dropped out at mile 5. I guess she just didn't have what it takes to be a champion, like me.<br />They busted a guy cheating at one of the lakes, apparently he tried to take the short way around. Dummy! Or maybe he just took a wrong turn? I think if you're going to cheat, you ought to remove your race number when exiting the course. At least that's what I do.<br />I had a very good run overall. I beat my time from Grandma's by 2 minutes. I stayed very hydrated throughout, and other than being extremely sweaty, the heat didn't affect me too badly. My major complaint aside from having to walk down the stairs backwards is that I have three huge blisters, so huge that I technically have 13 toes today. The one on my pinky toe looks like lego-man hair. I can hardly walk, and did nothing today except watch the entire first season of 30 Rock on DVD.<br />Oh, by the way, you've heard of these guys who get bloody nipples from their shirts chafing them? Well, we saw a guy with a bloody nipple on his back. Or a mole. Whatever, it was gross. I felt so bad for the guy. Also, is it too much to ask the water stop people handing out water not to stick their fingers IN the water you're about to drink? If you ever want to run a marathon, you have to get over any germ issues quick. You're wiping sweat off your face every five seconds, and sometimes snot, and then some little kid wants a high five. If I had a kid, and we were watching a marathon, I would kabosh any high fiving real quick. FYI to you parents.<br />Special thanks to Jim Crandall, my running buddy, for staying with me every step of the way and helping me run a very difficult race. I forgive you forwriting JIM so big on your shirt that nobody even noticed my little KADY, thus eliminating any "GO KADY!" cheering.<br />Here's a link to my photos.<br /><a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=16pedly5.7xjaybap&x=1&y=gx16jk">http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=16pedly5.7xjaybap&x=1&y=gx16jk</a><br />KadyA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312781302461963153.post-39466825463334080762008-12-12T17:17:00.001-08:002012-07-13T10:21:14.555-07:00Triathlon July 2008<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I found out that my wave (Females aged 30-34) would start at 9:19. Three hours to kill. I went home and took a nap. Then it was time to get down there and get ready to go. I arrived at the swim staging area and about 5 feet from shore there were several people, seemingly crouching down and all I could see was like 15 people, just from the shoulders up. So I go, "IS THIS THE BATHROOMS? AHAHAHAHA HA HA! ". No response. Then I got in and there was a drop-off and I realized that the people were standing, not crouching. During the swim, rounding the corner, I screamed out that the bouie looked like a "BIG ORANGE HERSHEY'S KISS!" Nothing. While I was biking, a woman and I were passing eachother for a few miles. The last time when I passed her I said, "IT'S LIKE WE'RE DANCING!!" Crickets. They wrote all of our ages on the backs of our legs so you could see people's ages. I passed another 31-year-old on the bike and yelled out, "GO 31! WOOO! 1977!". At least she gave me a pity, "Right now I feel 100." Then I passed a 64 year old guy and sang the whole way past him, "WILL YOU STILL NEED ME WILL YOU STILL FEED ME, WHEN I'M 64!" He said nothing. That one made me feel really dumb because it took me longer to sing the song than it took me to pass him, so I was still singing it for a while after I was already ahead of him. And then I thought, What if he thought I was being mean? Think about it. Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? Embarrassing. Everytime I passed a cheering section I would yell dumb things like, "CAN I DO IT?" And some would say "YES YOU CAN!" But most of them looked at me with a big question mark. Lesson of the day? I think my main problem is that I don't give people a chance to realize that I'm talking to them. I just approach talking all loud and "in your face" and they just don't hear me because by the time they see I'm talking to them I'm already done saying what I had to say. Right? It can't be because I'm annoying. Right? Mom, you still love me, right?</div>
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