Reading. Running. Knitting. Cooking. Embracing Geekiness.
While I have slacked on reporting, I haven’t slacked as badly on the actual training.
Both today and last Friday I did the bleacher run at Franklin Field. I make it a few sections further each week. This has become my favorite workout of the week. Not just for the novelty of running the bleachers but also for the camaraderie of the workout. Everyone cheers everyone else on. As I was struggling to do “just one more section” this morning, one of the veterans came by and ran up with me while another stood at the top of the bleachers and cheered me on. When I went for my next “one more section” and checked to see if they were calling everyone in, someone else, who had walked back to encourage us stragglers, saw me looking and said, “This is your time. Not their time. Don’t let them take your time away from you.” Exercise endorphins on top of all of that positivity…it’s addictive.
i did my 8 mile run on Monday. I took a new path that would take me through my parents’ neighborhood in case I needed to top off my water, which I did. That little detour added a mile to the route, so I really did 9, but I let myself walk a good part of the last mile. And when I got home, spicy cucumber lemonade popsicle. Yum.
Got my TRX class in, and a 40 minute tempo run.
I decided I needed to shift the training calendar a little. My long runs were scheduled for Sundays and I’ve just found that Sundays are my one day that I get to “sleep in” (sleep in = sleeping until 7.30, 8.00, if I’m feeling like a true lollygagger). So this week I moved some stuff around to accommodate a single day shift, and now Saturdays will be my long run.
So, tomorrow, it’s 10K with Achilles. Although Achilles runs always end up being longer than I anticipate. And that’s okay, because it’s supposed to be beauty-ful tomorrow, reasonable temps, low humidity. It’ll be awesome!
It’s senior year at St. Joan’s Academy, and school is a pressure cooker. College applications, the battle for valedictorian, deciphering boys’ texts: Through it all, Colleen Rowley and her friends are expected to keep it together. Until they can’t.
First it’s the school’s queen bee, Clara Rutherford, who suddenly falls into uncontrollable tics in the middle of class. Her mystery illness quickly spreads to her closest clique of friends, then more students and symptoms follow: seizures, hair loss, violent coughing fits. St. Joan’s buzzes with rumor; rumor blossoms into full-blown panic.
Soon the media descends on Danvers, Massachusetts, as everyone scrambles to find something, or someone, to blame. Pollution? Stress? Or are the girls faking? Only Colleen—who’s been reading The Crucible for extra credit—comes to realize what nobody else has: Danvers was once Salem Village, where another group of girls suffered from a similarly bizarre epidemic three centuries ago . . .
Inspired by true events—from seventeenth-century colonial life to the halls of a modern-day high school—Conversion casts a spell. With her signature wit and passion, New York Times bestselling author Katherine Howe delivers an exciting and suspenseful novel, a chilling mystery that raises the question, what’s really happening to the girls at St. Joan’s?
Disclaimer: I read this an an ARC through the Follett and Penguin Summer R&R program. Review, with lots of spoilers, after the break.
"I don’t recognize today’s song. What is it?"
“Huh? Oh. Yeah. It’s ‘Christine.’ Siouxie and the Banshees.”
“It’s goth. Like, really old goth,” Anjali tossed over her shoulder.
-from Conversion by Katherine Howe
Siouxie and the Banshees is “really old”? Excuse me while my hair turns greyer.
Bird-in-Hand Half Marathon Training
I’m a little behind in my training updates.
Friday: November Project at Frankling Field. Bleacher runs for 45 minutes. What do my thighs and Santa’s belly have in common? Well, after 20 minutes of bleacher runs, both shake like a bowl full of jelly. I made it about half way around the stadium. And lots of folks assured me that the uncontrollable leg shakes are totally normal for the first work out.
It was a tough work out, but fun to be in Franklin Field. And the view from the top of the bleachers was stunning.
Friday night we hit a Phillies game…training related because the tickets were a perk from the Broad Street Run. We found a concession with decent vegan cheesesteaks (although CBP needs way better veg options). And the Phillies won, so bonus!
Saturday Achilles work out. We meet downtown, not far from City Hall. So I get this awesome view of Billy Penn as I finish the run each week. I did about 4.5 miles, which was good, but I could not keep up with my athlete, which was a little embarrassing.
Sunday: My intent was to do my 7 mile run. But my bed was too comfy. So I took a rest day.
Today (Monday): Got that 7 mile run in. Friends of mine are out of town and I’m watching their cats. So I ran up to their house, fed the cats, and ran home. There has been talk of a summer version of the polar vortex hitting Philly this week and making things really cool and not humid at all. However, that has not happened. Today’s run was ugly. i chose to go the more challenging way, which meant lots of hills and a hilly, windy road with no sidewalks. I had to jump the guardrail a few times to let cars pass. The humidity really takes a lot out of me as well. But I’m owning my pace. A slow 7 mile run in the humidity is better than none. I’m grateful my body will let me go that far. And hopefully humid running will just make me stronger.
Theoretically, my friends have two cats, but Pippin is apparently afraid of me, so I only get to play with Clover, pictured above. Got home and had another pineapple basil popsicle. I think tomorrow I need to make the spicy cucumber lemonade ones.
And, I think I just committed to running the Philly Half in November with some coworkers. At least it won’t be humid for that one.