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PRS & BIG ARMS

PRS & BIG ARMS

    I took off way, way too fast at the start of today's 6.51 miler. Like, dang girl who the heck are you running from too fast. It normally takes me 2.5-3 songs to get from my house to main street. Today I was there in just under 2 songs. I was feeling great, I knew from the first few blocks that this run was going to be one for the record books. And yes it absolutely had everything to do with the fact that, 1. This was my first outdoor run of break, and 2. I was super self-conscious about the fact that I was wearing that damn light up hat. Like of all the things to be self-conscious about, (terrible form, the weird faces you make while running/driving the struggle bus mid run, the possibility of falling on your ass and making a complete fool of yourself in front of someone you know) I choose to be worried about how I look/what people will think of the fact that I am running around in a packers fluffy hat with Christmas lights on it. Makes complete and total sense...right?!

    I guess I thought that when I ran past people they would stare at me or make a rude comment or think to themselves, "Wow, what a weirdo!" Maybe none of these things happened. Maybe they all happened. Looking back now, I can believe that I actually cared that much pre run and at the beginning of my run about any of it. First of all, I'm just trying not to get hit by a car whilst running in the dark and setting PRs...so the hat certainly helps with that. Second of all, running around seeing all those lights in my peripheral vision...well it kind of makes you feel like a bad ass. And it pushes you to run way faster than you normally would for your first outside run in two weeks. Also, I am 100% sure that wearing this hat will protect me from all the wildlife that I am sure are out at that time of morning, cause the last thing I need right now is to get bitten by some creature and get rabies.

    When I was climbing my third (yes I know any amount of hills over one is to too much and honestly whoever designed this town included way too many) hill was when I fist realized just how fast I was going...and how well my body was responding to running fast. The faster I went, the better my form got, the looser my legs felt, and the more fun I felt I was having. By the time we were 2/3 done with my run and starting lap 2 I literally felt like I was flying down the sidewalk past Casey's (which I mean downhill, so DUH Caitlyn). That place is always super busy early in the morning...so I could definitely feel more eyes on me than usual. But, by that point, I was in the yeah stare at me all you want I am absolutely destroying this run mindset.

    The hardest part of the run was the last 1.5 miles when I was heading back up main street and getting ready to run back home. The one thing keeping me going, and going fast, was telling myself, "The faster you run, the sooner you're done." Well, that, and telling myself that Channing Tatum would for sure be at the finish line this time because I really pushed myself outside of my comfort zone on this run and gave 1,000% effort. When I finally hit stop on my Garmin forerunner...my first thought was, "Shit! There's no way I ran fast enough to hit any PR." I was completely expecting to see an average pace of 10:00 min/mile pop up on the screen. So, imagine my shock when the screen read, "NEW 10K PR" and 9:23 min/mile pace. I was so, so close to breaking out in a happy dance right then and there along the side of the road in the dark. My third mile was a freaking 8:46!!!! Like, what?!? Who's this running these crazy times?

    I know what you're thinking, after a run that good...who would expect to have an out of this world good lift as well (with more PRs....because why the Hell not?!)? Well, I was for sure still on that runners high, so I felt pretty much invincible when I set foot in the gym this morning. And I had the entire free weight area to myself, so I figured I might as well take advantage of that fact. I was able to put a 25 and 10 lb. plates on each side of the Smith machine and get one (really iffy/struggle bus) rep on incline bench. Again, I couldn't believe that I was actually able to do it and I am more than willing to give all the credit to T-Swift and those four songs of hers that I just downloaded onto my Ipod last night. Then, I decided I really need to work on my barbell bench, which I haven't done consistently since high school (yikes!!). Plus, your girl needs to get big(ger) arms...so I started out with just the 45 lb. bar, and upped the weight with each set. Before I knew it, I had a 25 lb plate on each side of the bar and I was mentally hitting the panic button. I had serious doubt about whether or not I'd be able to move the weight. No one to spot me. No one to convince me that I could actually lift that much weight...because #jacked. I took way too long of a water break, and went for it after what felt like a million deep breaths. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't pretty. But I got in my one rep max today. And damn it felt good to feel strong again for the first time in what feels like forever.

    On a completely unrelated note, I was on the verge of a freaking anxiety attack last night when I saw the view count for yesterdays post...and the fast that the blog overall got 52 views yesterday. 52!!! We got 80 views for the whole month of November. Damn. That wasn't the scary/anxiety producing part. I was super pumped about those numbers and the fact that 21 people decided that clicking on a post titled "Sunday Funday" was a good idea. Kudos to you people, because I always struggled to come up with intriguing post titles that will really grab your attention. No, what I was freaking out about is the higher than usual number of people from the U.S. who were perusing my blog yesterday. And I found it a little bit too coincidental that my number shot up right after I tweeted about wondering if anyone I know reads this thing. BAM!! You know have way more views than you ever have and everyone knows everything about every aspect of your life that you impulsively decided to share on the internet. Congrats Caitlyn!! Like, how do 25 random people from Portugal even stumble upon this blog and what could possibly have gotten them to click on any of your posts? I don't think any of us will ever be able to figure that one out.

    So, I guess there isn't any better way to end this post than to say HELLO to every person I know in real life who decided to take a huge (or maybe not?) risk a start reading all about my hot mess of a life. Bet, you've already learned way too much about me and completely changed your opinion of me. Or not. And, I can't forget about all of the especially cool individuals from Poland, France, Germany, and FREAKING PORTUGAL...who really don't have any personal investment in getting to know me better by reading this blog. Like, OMG don't you people I've never met totally think that someone (aka anyone, any television network) should give your girl a reality show. How awesome would that be?! Or really boring and awkward. Anyhow, wherever you're from and whether you "know" me or not, I appreciate the fact that you took the time to show this blog some love yesterday (and today, and everyday).

    Now, go set your own PRs and jam out to some T-Swift while you do it!!! Or whatever music gets you super pumped and motivated to give 100%.
HARDER, FASTER, STRONGER

HARDER, FASTER, STRONGER

Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday