Ibuprofen – does a body good

It appears yesterday’s run has left me with a minor ankle sprain. I felt it begin around mile 15 when I started landing on my heels hard at the end of my foot-falls. I had to consciously imagine each step I was taking in my run… was as if I was running through snow.

When all else fails – that image is what helps me maintain my proper (for now, what I think is proper) form while running in my VFFs. I do want to purchase CHI / POSE running books and DVDs, but that will have to wait until I have a job.

Maybe this week I will actually give barefoot running a shot. While I don’t have paved roads or sidewalks – the neighborhood across the way does.

I used to run barefoot as a kid and even into my teenage years through my backyard all the time. I really want to give it a shot.

In the meantime – four ibuprofen have numbed my foot. bliss.

Edit to add: I think I know where I initially hurt my ankle. When I volunteered for the Trail Run Marathon Saturday morning,  I had to run a duffel bag that weighed at least 40 lbs out a mile to get the water to the marathoners for the first water drop.

Although I’m used to running that trail – I was NOT used to running with a very heavy duffel bag! I remember landing too hard at times.

… and then the long run on top of that… yep I was definitely landing too hard the end of my run. Live and Learn! At least it’s still a fun journey.


Out and back again for 18 miles

Today I joined two friends for an out & back run of 18 miles. I ran with my regular running partner and her trainer friend joined us. This woman is very fit, about 15 years younger than me and turns out – a great pacer!

She liked to run on the gravel side of the path, and I found that her cadence is similar to mine. So I’d listen to the crunch crunch crunchof her shoes on the gravel as I envisioned my VFF covered feet landing light as a feather on the tarmac.

This picture is from a couple weeks ago, but in the same area:

hot air balloon

hot air balloon


We didn’t see him out this morning. It was overcast for the first hour or so, and then very sunny the last bit.

I need to remember my small camera on runs. There are so many interesting things to see while running. Walkers, Roller-bladers, runners, and some guy on a self-propelled three-wheel stand up trike contraption.

My friend S. is training up for her first full marathon in October. She ran with me while I was training for mine, and I am happily returning the favor. Albeit in my Vibrams. Every new long distance is a new Personal Best for me in the Five Fingers.

Next week we’re scheduled to run 13 miles, so we’re going to join a local half marathon event to do it in! This will be my first official race in the VFFs and I’m looking forward to it

9 out - 9 back

9 out - 9 back

Here’s our path on the map today. I’m using my phone for GPS tracking, but still really really REALLY want a Garmin 205 Forerunner!

3×5 + 2 = 17 VFF miles

Sunday I ran around the West Watershed loop three times with my running partner. We met a mile out, ran to the parking lot… ran our three loops and then ran back where we met at the end.

The elevation is up & down and actually quite fun. Very different from our normal, mostly flat, out & backs at the Park.

I’m standing at the top of a different hill on this shot. I actually can’t access the trail ahead immediately from this spot – have to go around another mile to get there.

trail loop

trail loop

This was my longest VFF run so far. Fifteen miles on the trail, two miles on pavement.

This weekend I’m volunteering for a Trail marathon to be held here. I saw a lot of runners ‘practicing’ for the marathon on Sunday.

Exciting times!

Need help to your car?

It’s very nice for grocery bag-boys (most of the time they are boys) to ask if you need help out to your car. But why oh why do women who have three bags and a gallon of milk respond “Yes?”

lazy lazy lazy. Lady. You picked up the items off the shelf and put ’em in your cart. I’m sure you can make SOME effort to place the bags from the cart into your car.

Once you get home how the heck do you get your bags into the house? Kids? Spouse? Osmosis?

Squishy Bread vs. Killer Bread

“You are what you eat”, isn’t that how the saying goes?

I have fond memories of days in my youth when my mother would take us to the bakery with her. This wasn’t the mom-n-pop local bakery but the big Hostess one to stock up on Twinkies, CupCakes, Ding Dongs, and don’t forget the Wonder Bread.

My favorite thing to do with Wonder Bread was eat the crust, then roll the bread into a ball and pretty much turn it back into dough. I’d then eat the little dough-ball mini bite by mini bite until it was gone (what can I say – I was 5 at the time). It appears they’ve even snagged my memory to display on their website!

Fluffy, mushable, toastable and squishable – these are the bread types you remember from your childhood

There was never a hide-nor-hair sign of wheat, let alone whole-grain, bread. I truly don’t recall ever being introduced to wheat bread in my youth. When ordering at a restaurant if ever presented with the question “white or wheat” of course I’d pick ‘white’. What the heck would I want textured bread for? Wasn’t bread supposed to be smooth and squishy?

Thank goodness things changed for me as an adult. I actually have to thank my husband. He enjoyed wheat bread and introduced me to simple wheat bread – then bread with actual oats on the top. Bread with Texture! Who’d have thought?

Then last year I turned a new leaf and became truly health-conscious. I became aware of what I was eating, what made up the foods I was eating – what my body was using as fuel to power my running and every-day life. I was finally able to say “Good-Bye” to the little girl raised on CupCakes and Ding Dongs as a reward system. You don’t reward a fine-tuned machine with junk!

Did you know that some (make that a lot) of wheat breads use High-fructose corn syrup (HFCS) as an ingredient? When I discovered this by label-reading I’d constantly look at labels of bread, even if I checked them the week prior. You never know what’s going to change.

Then one day I happened upon a bread with the tag-line “Just Say NO to Bread on Drugs”  I knew immediately this was the bread I was looking for (I still read the label and as promised – no drugs!)

I had discovered… Dave’s Killer Bread. The bread is amazing. Our favorite is Powerseed for PB&Js and even dessert! I enjoy a piece or two of Blues Bread for toast & jam before heading out on a run. It’s a pleasure to eat, fills you up, very very tasty… and is good for your system! It’s not the squishy bland bread we were raised on … this bread has character and that’s something for an inanimate object.

Check out the products and ingredients and heck – the overall site in general. We were lucky enough to meet Dave himself over the weekend at a local Food Fair. In the words of my DH:

Got to meet Dave, who is the guy behind the great North West’s best bread, Dave’s Killer Bread. Cool guy, great bread. If you think being a fan of bread is weird, that’s fair. It is out of this world bread though. Dave has a cool story too, inspirational second chances. 

A question for you: Do you prefer ‘Squishy Bread’ or ‘Killer Bread’?   Now replace ‘Bread’ with ‘Body’ and think about it.

After all – we are what we eat. Right?

KillerBreadMan with Oboros

KillerBreadMan with Oboros

 Learn more about the bread and the amazing backstory on Dave’s site Dave’s Killer Bread and on Twitter.

9 miles with 18oz of water

This afternoon I meant to run about three to four miles. I don’t need my CamelBak for that short of distance so I filled my 22oz bottle of water not all the way full, wrapped a bandanna around my hand+bottle since I don’t have a fancy hand-held bottle at this time… and was off!

As I ran down the power-line trail, I decided to stay on it instead of veering off onto the running / horseback trail. Turns out I ran farther down the power-line road than I ever had before. And by down I really mean down steep!

By the time I reached the bottom of the power-line trail (mile 2) I figured I’d just keep going instead of turning back up. Although I enjoy running in my KSOs, I can only take so much limestone gravel at a time.

Miles 3 through 6 were a mix of street and sidewalk running. I was very pleased with my progress during mile 5-6, as I stayed a pretty consistent pace during the ascent. 

down & up

down & up

I found the North trail entrance at mile 6. It was pleasant to duck back into the trees away from cars for the rest of my run. I encountered one other person… she looked like a runner who was walking a puppy off-leash on the trail. I don’t have a problem with that, but I feel like I should have reminded her this is a Bear, Cougar & Mtn Lion wildlife preserve. That puppy was so dang cute and definitely snack sized!

Throughout the run I would sip every so often on my water bottle, thinking how I’ve relied on my CamelBak for so long. I do like it – but maybe I should up the requirements of needing it on “long” runs. Nine miles used to be long… now my definition is more like 13? We’ll see.

On a VFF / KSO note: Since I thought I was going to run short, once again I failed to wear my Injinji socks. My KSOs are a size too big. Reason = I tried them on the day I ran 20 miles for the first time. Felt like I was getting a nice massage on my feet. mmmmm.

In the end, a couple new blisters showed up from the rubbing. I felt them starting up at mile 4. Maybe it’s a mental thing… ‘Mile 4’ being the magic “I need my socks!” number.

Good news is that the blisters have already gone down since I drained them (the safe way – I’m not letting blood blisters fester ever again) showered, applied lotion and socked up my footsies.

My form felt natural. Still need to relax and just let go sometimes.. hips forward, etc. The few times I walked I made sure I continued to pick my knees up. I think it’s time for me to read up on POSE/CHI walk+running.

round she goes!

round she goes!

And in the end: My water lasted me all the way to mile 9, where I finished off the last swig.

I used to not like water. Now it’s pretty much the only thing I drink. Cool, Clear, Water.