Queen Bee Half-Marathon Playlist

1) Lose Yourself: Eminem

2) Believer: American Authors

3) Firework: Katy Perry

4) Wild, Wild Love: Pitbull

5) Raise Your Glass: Pink

6) Love Runs Out: One Republic

7) I Don’t Wanna Be In Love: Good Charlotte

8) Clarity: Zedd

9) Titanium: David Guetta

10) Daylight: Maroon Five

11) Don’t Stop Believin: Journey

12) Feel this Moment: Pitbull

13) Here Comes the Sun: The Beatles

14) Just Give Me a Reason: Pink

15) Low: Flo Rida

16) All About That Bass: Meghan Trainor

17) Shake it Off: Taylor Swift

18) Black Widow: Iggy Azaela

19) Cool Kids: Echosmith

20) Eye of the Tiger: Survivor

21) My Sharona: The Knack

22) Hey ya!: Outkast

23) How Far We’ve Come: Matchbox Twenty

24) I Write Sins Not Tragedies: Panic! At the Disco

25) Fighter: Christina Aguilera

 

 

 

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14 Sleeps Till Go Time

This past Saturday I set out on my last long run before the trifecta I have my self set up for. It was an emotional morning as I did not want to get out of bed, I did not want to run. I have been extremely tired and in general not feeling well. Most days it’s all I can do to pull myself together. But, mind over matter I got dressed and headed to my newly custom designed 13 mile course. The goal for the day was to complete the distance with as little walking as possible, I allow myself to walk through my water stops but that’s it.  I recall thinking on a right turn down Main Street in Florence only 4.5 miles to go, and I digested that thought. There was a time when I couldn’t run a mile, let alone fathom 13, and in this moment I was encouraged by having so little left ahead of me. The final incline proved to be the killer, driving up it I never realized it was so steep. But 2:40 after I started I was done, 13 miles in the log. Admittedly I was exhausted, I cried, I celebrated…alone.

This next two weeks is comprised of 4 short runs (4-5 miles each) and one 8 miler on Saturday, two yoga classes and a cycle class “if” I don’t have an interview (I hope I have an interview). The on the night of my 14th sleep I will pick up my race packet and I will accomplish one task I set out to, early last year. It’s been a long journey, one filled with many lessons:

shoes and socks are more than shoes and socks

regardless if I finish first or last, I am miles ahead of those who dare not take a step at all

sometimes I cry the whole route, and when I finish I am spent and revived

music (for me) makes all the difference in the world

I will never be the best or worst

injury can affect a person in many ways, but the choices available are: give in or let it make you stronger – faciaitis, runners knee, shin splints, aching knumb toes, several hamstring & groin pulls – stronger I am

and most importantly never saying never. Because I was the fat, ugly, slow kid who had a philosophy of hit the ball long and hard, so I didn’t have to run fast and slide. I am still not fast, but I have endurance and a heart that never gives up.

 

 

 

 

Hudepohl 14K Brewery Run

The Hudepohl 14K is the third leg in the Brew Hog series promoted by the Flying Pig marathon group here in Cincinnati. The 8.8 miles takes the runner past the historic sites of the breweries that once filled our city. Starting near the Ohio River behind the Christian Moreline Lager House and wrapping up behind Great American Ballpark.

I was blessed with a very mild morning, in Cincinnati, roughly 65 degrees at start time on the river. I had decided that this event I would try something new, I was going to start at the back of the pack instead of the middle. I find the enthusiasm and motivation of the middle of the pack intoxicating but to my own detriment as I try to keep up with that group, burn up the first mile or two and end up exhausted before I reach the end. By placing myself at the rear of the field I gave myself the chance to come out at a slower pace, one that I can maintain saving my energy for the last mile; to my credit this worked beautifully. At each mile marker I glanced at my watch to see that I was where I wanted to be, not knowing the elevation of course ahead of time I only had one mile that was over my desired pace and it was pretty much all uphill, but I didn’t stop I pushed myself and was ever so thankful when I reached the top. As the playlist, thoughts of my daughters, and my self-love pushed me to the finish, I stopped my watch as I crossed the finish mat as I usually do with tears in my eyes, 1:45:16. My goal was to run the distance and for my pace to be under 12/mile. Done and done.

Three weeks until the Queen Bee, this next Saturday will be my final long run as I being to taper after that. My body feels good, aside from needing a shower, breakfast and a nap Saturday I didn’t have any pain or discomfort. I have prepared for this all summer and I CANNOT WAIT!!!IMG_2822

 

 

 

 

 

Zucchini Pizza

I love pizza. Every gooey, cheesy, thick crusted bite of fatty deliciousness, really – who doesn’t? It’s one of our goto dinners, especially with our commute and not getting home most evenings until 6 or later, it makes meal prep the last thing I want to do. Plus, everyone will eat pizza without any fuss. Now pizza and weight loss rarely go in hand – every food plan will say indulge occasionally with a slice of pizza. Who eats one slice? Let’s be realistic it’s more like 3-4, I honestly just like cheese but as a compromise we usually get some kind of meat and a veggie. I know I can add a salad and make it healthier, but it’s pizza. So in an effort to make pizza healthier I looked for some alternatives and last night I made this: Zucchini Crust pizza. The prep was super easy – I shredded 4 small zucchini in my food processor in the morning and let it drain in strainer bowl (Pampered Chef nested colander and bowl set FTW). The mixed it with one large egg, 1/2 cup shaved Parmesan cheese and 1 cup grated mozzarella. The sauce is just a tomato sauce.  I decided to keep it simple this first time (in case it wasn’t so great we didn’t waste a bunch of toppings).  The crust I baked for about 30 minutes until it was golden at the edges, then we added the toppings.

The proof was in the taste test, it was very good and with some toppings it would be a very satisfying dinner, I am thinking chicken, basil and mushrooms. 50% of my children asked me to make it again and the other 50% asked for skeby-o’s with meatballs. I call it a win.

 

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Zucchini Crust pizza

 

12 miles and Sliding into Om

Saturday 4 am, pull self from warm cozy bed.

12 miles planned, a daunting thought to me. I have done 10 several times this year, but 12 seems like so much more. I decided on this early run time because the humidity has been so thick, I can handle the heat, I love to feel “hot” but hot and damp is just brutal. It was cool as I deposited water at my two-mile markers and started out the first lap of 3. The first 4 miles I felt really slow but when I made it back to the beginning I was very pleased with just a touch over 44 minutes, as much as I’d like it to be closer to 40 I know if I push it too hard I will injure myself or leave nothing for the last few miles; I felt good. The second 4 miles I did two out and two back just to make it a little different and add in more hills, a pit stop at the Speedway and I hit a wall. 8 miles in and I wanted to be done. I knew at that point I had two choices, run the opposite direction of my car forcing myself to finish or toward my car and potentially giving up when I got to it in lieu of going one more lap. Opposite it was. I headed down HWY 18 following what I know will be part of the Honor half marathon in November, taking a couple of loops around the mall and then heading back, my watch died so I had to use Runkeeper on my phone for the last bit but I know I was within .1 of the 12 miles. Feeling accomplished and proud that I didn’t give up, my reward was heading down to Great American Ballpark where I participated in their “Sliding into Om” promotional event.

It’s no secret that I love baseball, it’s a very special part of my life and my relationship with my father so when I learned photo 1of this oppophoto 2rtunity I had to do it! Admittedly it was a little emotional, I have been on the field before but only the warning track and in the dugout. The view from the field is almost as amazing as from the stands. I unrolled my mat and slipped off my shoes, my feet so tired. Clenching the grass with my toes I could feel the dampness that still clung to the thick, sturdy blades and the  clean smell I associate with grass. People trailed in up until the last moment and then we spread out and the class began.  A new instructor brings a new perspective on my practice. There was music in the background and I felt the benefit of this post-run. My hamstring tenderness was eased as did the tension I have been having in my right shoulder. I got a glimpse of myself on the big screen; before I knew it the hour was up. Next year I will take the girls with me, there were several littles in attendance and I think they would have really enjoyed it.

 

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