It's All Uphill from Here: Four Courts Four Miler

I have always been confused by the phrase, "It's all uphill ( or downhill) from here."  What does that mean?  Does uphill mean that we are climbing to a peak and things are going to get better?  Or does it mean that as we go uphill, it's going to get harder?  Likewise, does downhill mean that it's easy?   Or is downhill mean bad, like heading into a valley?
On Saturday, I ran the Four Courts Four Miler in Arlington as part of my short distance racing series.  It is an out and back course - check out the hills.  I did a lot of practicing with hills in preparation for finishing with a 2 mile climb: lately, all of my long runs have finished going uphill.  Yet, Sarah also referred to that last hill as "soul crushing."  Yikes!  Still, I was rested from my trip to Florida, I was excited, I was ready.
Although on race morning, I was lucky I made it to the start in one piece:

• I dropped one of my lucky "V" earrings on the carpet as I was getting ready and it took 20 minutes to find.
• I realized a few blocks after I left my apartment that I left my pocket rosary at home and had to run back to get it.
• I dropped off my bag before my warm-up.  Normally, when I finish my warm-up, I strip down to my race outfit and change into my racing flats.  But on Saturday, when I went to pick it up, all of the bags were just tossed in a giant heap with no sense of organization.  1500 people were running this race: I tried to sort through the bags to find mine, but after 10 minutes, gave up.  
• Not only was I running without my facing flats (which I know I've only been using for 6 months, but now I absolutely love them), but I was running without my trusty pink visor - something I've worn in every race for almost 3 years.  

So, needless to say, I was a little unnerved at the start.  I knew I was going to take out the first two miles (the downhill) really hard, and then just do my best to hang on as I made my way back uphill.  It was sunny, windy and a little chilly.  I hopped and jumped around, ready to go.  And with the gun, we were off!  I just did my best to fly down the hill.  I used to be really bad with downhills, and really just "brake" and slow down.  Now, I am learning to be more aggressive on them.  I went through mile 1 in 6:08 - what?  Sarah told me not to freak out with that first mile split, so I just went with it.  I got through 2 miles in 12:40, and was pretty pleased.  But, at the turnaround, we were running into the wind, and it immediately became evident how hard that climb back up would be.  Luckily, at the turnaround, I bumped into an old MCM buddy of mine, Brian, who I haven't seen an a year.  We yelled and waved, but that was it.  And it was all uphill from there.  I am pretty good on hills, but this was a whole other beast.  I could not believe how tired I felt as I was going up the hill.  I managed to pass some people, but I was just going all I could to move forward and upward.  Seriously, this was more challenging than the Newton Hills and Heartbreak Hill in Boston.  In that final mile, my sense of pushing for a goal time went out the window, and the only goal was to just cross that finish line.  And I did, but it didn't feel pretty.

27:03 (6:46 pace - talk about a positive split)

8th woman (out of 873)

3rd in age group

45/1511 overall

I was exhausted when I finished, but I still went and did my 2.5 mile cool down (ended up running with the girl who came in 7th, and we commiserated about how hard that race was).

Cheers!  Happy St. Pacers Day!

There was a big after party, which I decided to go to, even though I was a little bummed.  I was so glad I did, because I found out I came in 3rd for my age group!  They gave me a Pacers pint glass, which is cool.  And, I bumped into my friend Brian, so we were able to catch up.  At that point, Sarah (my coach) texted me to see how it went.  I wrote back, explained the racing flat debacle and how hard the race was.  She texted me back and said that the winner (who is a 2 time Olympic Trials qualifier and a teammate of hers) ran this race at a pace slower than a 10k last month.  That was actually a big relief, because I also ran this slower than my 10k pace.  It was a hard race!  And Sarah concurred, saying that it was important for me to get out and race, but the time was not indicative of my current fitness, and that there was a reason why we hadn't made this a goal race.  

So, in the end, I was pretty pleased with my performance, once I was reassured that this was a hard race for everyone.  Additionally, I do tend to get so caught up in the numbers, that I need to remember that yes I am doing a great job, and that not every race is perfect.  We don't always get perfection or dream races.  If that was the case, the ones that went really well wouldn't feel as significant.  And, I need to remember that a lot of people only dream of that time, and I am fortunate to have already reached that kind of pace.  Yet, I will not be complacent.  I am harnessing all of my energy for the Scope it out 5k in 2 weeks.  If I can take out a couple miles under 6:30 pace, I am looking hopefully at cracking that magical/mythical 20 minute barrier.  

So, it looks like it is all uphill from here - in a good way!

My running partner

I tend to run alone, and that is usually fine.  Running is often really good "me time" and I do great thinking while I’m on the road.  I have rarely found someone who I can get into a running groove with, or someone who wants to run when I do.  And that is normally no problem, but since running is sometimes my favorite part of the day, it would be nice to share those precious moments with someone.

I do have a semiannual running partner, my dear friend Jenny, who just visited in Florida for a mini-vacation!  We met in 2009 and worked together for two summers.  When we met, she was a swimmer and I was a runner, and we managed to rub off on each other in a very good way!  Since then, I ran with her for her debut marathon (MCM 2010), and paced her for part of her BQ (MCM 2011), and she has got me swimming in the pool! 

She is now a very dear friend of mine, and aside from running she is just very important to my life.  So, I visited her and her family for a few days, and one of the greatest, purest delights was been the fact that we were able to get in some good runs in together.

            This was the trail that we did some of runs on.  Slightly sandy/gravely, no traffic to deal with, and just very pretty.  Very different structure from my DC runs.  My runs normally do go by fairly quickly, and I’m back before I know it, and returning to my busy life.  But these were runs of swapping stories and remembering distant (and distance) runs together.  We’ve run together up and down the East Coast: in NY, DC, and Florida.  I’m sure we’ll expand westward and perhaps even out of the US at some point in some sort of destination race.  But for now, we were content to have those little moments: an hour of sweat and stories.

            In some ways, we are an unnatural pair.  We are separated by over a decade, she has a family of her own, and I am just starting out in the professional world, she was trained as a swimmer, and I as a runner.  She is a Floridian and succeeds in the heat, whereas I, the Yankee, thrive in cooler weather.  But as polarizing as some of those opposites are, we are a pair that makes sense to us.

            I had a fabulous trip.  It felt like spring training.  Nice weather, a mini vacation with not much to do other than train and relax.  I have managed now for over a week to consistently get 8 hours of sleep, which is something I am finally learning how to do.  You would think it would be so easy to just do that: after a day of running around (literarily), grading, reading, driving, and everything else, sleep would come naturally.  But I’m not always good about it.  Either I stay up too late, or wake up in the middle of the night.  Yet lately, I have hit a groove in the sleeping realm, which I feel strangely proud of.  And given that I am entering a cycle of back-to-back-to-back races, good sleep is absolutely essential.  Race 1 is Saturday: Four Courts Four Miler.  I am so excited.  My last race, (my rust-buster Love the Run You’re With) was almost 4 weeks ago, and I am looking forward to getting out there in better weather conditions, with another month of good training under my belt, and testing out the wheels!

Me and Jenny in Jupiter, FL

            I’ve gone on and on for a while, so it is time for me to close.  But it’s a good sign – I am happy and have a lot to chatter about.  And I was sad to get on the plane today and hug my running partner goodbye.  I know it will be awhile before I see Jenny again, but another road awaits us, and the knowledge of another path will keep us running until we run into each other again.

The gift of time

I am on Spring Break from Mount Saint Mary's this week, which is a relief.  I get 6 hours back just from not having to drive up there, plus all of the time spent into teaching, preparing for class, etc.  The time off has really been a gift.  My whole Tuesday and Thursday have been completely different, because instead of getting everything done in DC by 2:30 (when I leave), I have the entire day, plus, I am truing to get ahead in writing my lectures.
Now, today, March 1st, the weather is beautiful in DC (yesterday, it poured on Leap Day, so I think this was our reward for getting through that).  So beautiful that I actually have been working outside for most of the day.
I feel incredibly fortunate.  Among many other reasons, I really do think I was meant to work in the academic profession.  The flexibility of this job is tremendous.  I started grading this morning at 7AM - I didn't need to punch a clock or report to anyone.

Shannon Rowbury doing a nice job demonstrating what I did today

At 9, I mentally punched out and went for a 4 mile run.  I also did a bunch of drills too - something that doesn't always fit into my schedule, but today it did. High knees, grapevines, butt kicks, and even this hurdle walk thing (obviously, I am fortunate that the track I use has hurdles nearby).  And I was back at home by 10AM and back on track with grading.
Tonight, I did work later than 5, but I did it out of my home today.  And obviously there are drawbacks to this too.  Your work does come home with you, you never really feel "done," but there are many many advantages to this system too.

Sun, iced tea, and a good book - who could ask for anything more?

Exhibit A: the picture.  Being on break meant I could sit outside on my teeny porch and work outside.  Outside?  Fresh air?  Heck yes!  I was playing my Motown and grooving to the Supremes while reading about fifteenth-century Italy.  That's what everyone does on a sunny day, right?  I really was smiling - I just felt content.  The weather was terrific, I was getting good work done, and things just felt in sync.
There are some parts of grad school that are lonely and dreary - I will admit that.  But today, I definitely felt the perks - the independence, the good reading (which all reading is good reading, right?), and the flexible schedule.
And by the by: 158.5 miles for February and 174 for January.  I hit a new swim PR on leap day: 40:25 for my 2000 yard swim.  Now if I can get my 10k run to match that time, I'll be all set!

Working on speed at the track and trails

This month, I have really been honing in on speed, both on the track and in my tempo runs.  Next month, I have 3 races:
3/10: Four Courts 4 Miler
3/17: National Half Marathon
3/25: Scope It Out 5k

The goal race for the month is not actually the half, but the 5k the week after.  The half might serve more as a workout than a race.  It is my goal this year to crack into the 19s for the 5k, and I am hoping to get to that point very soon.

I have had 2 tempo runs lately that went really well.  2 Saturdays ago, I did a 10 mile run with 6 miles averaging 7:12 pace (finishing around 7:00 for the final mile), and it felt great.  Doing these tempo runs on the trail with marked miles and no road interruptions has been terrific.  I feel like I finally understand how to do them now.  I'm not perfect (and sometimes I blow up with them...read on) at them yet, but much better than I was at them a year or two ago.  This Saturday, it was a 10 mile run with 5 miles of tempoing.  I started at 7:10, then 7:00, 6:52, 6:36, and then errrrrk (you have to hear a car screeching), 7:01 for the last mile.  I definitely went out way too fast in that fourth mile, but at least I am learning how to really stretch myself in these runs.  The thing that was funny was that between last Saturday and this Saturday, a huge tree fell and blocked part of the trail.  So when I got to that part, I stopped my watch, and had to swing over it (practically like getting over the saddle of a horse), and then keep running.  An unexpected obstacle!  But seriously, I keep learning a lot about how to do good tempo runs.  I've heard that it takes 2 years of consistent running to really hone in.  So, if the tempo runs are just starting to come together now, that means a few good years ahead of me as I continue to learn how to do them.

And then my true love of the week - Tenacious Tuesdays on the Track!  Every Monday night, I go to bed so excited about the track workout that awaits me the following morning.  The time I spend on the track is one of the highlights of my week.  I tend to have the track all to myself, which is definitely helpful.  It is my private time, and generally tends to be a little victory for me that gives me a boost for the entire day.  And this is one of those moments when I am really grateful for the flexible schedule that comes with academia.  Each Tuesday morning, I get up, work for an hour at home, then go to the track, and then continue on with my day.  I don't have to get up super early, but because I teach later in the day, I have the time in the morning to do the workout.  Anyways, cycle 2 of spring training is coming to a close this week, so this is just a quick summary of a few of those workouts.

2.5 mile warm-up; 4x1 mile; 2.5 mile cool-down (2 days after a 5k race).  Start the  miles at 7:05  and cut-down 5-7 seconds per interval; 500 meter jog between intervals; 2.5 mile cool-down.  7:00, 6:57, 6:47, 6:39.  Total: 10 miles


2.5 mile warm-up; 2 x 1.5 mile workout, 2 x 800; First 1.5 mile is composed of 3 continuously run 800s.  It is easy, hard, easy.  2 lap jog; The second 1.5 is hard, easy, hard.  1 lap jog between intervals. 2.5 mile cool-down.  The goal is to keep the 1.5 rolling along evenly (even though there are pace changes), so on the first one, make sure to ease up enough the last two laps so that is about the same time as the first two laps.  Total: 10 miles

 This was my best go at this workout ever (I've done this one probably about half a dozen times): 

2 x 1.5 mile: 3:25, 3:13, 3:25
 3:13, 3:25, 3:13
 (so, a little fast, but was able to be fairly consistent with the switches - certainly much more than I have in the past with this workout)
2 x 800: 3:13, 3:10


2.5 mile warm-up; 2 x 2 mile, 2 x 800; The 2 miles should be run evenly.  Aim to run 13:50 for the first, jog 2 laps, and 13:40 for the second; jog 2 laps.  On the 800s, aim for 3:20, 3:17.  1 lap jog between each.  2.5 mile cool-down.  Total: 11 miles  
This was today's workout, and I was really proud of it.  I did the 2 sets of 2 miles in 13:41 and 13:31 and man, felt tired.  I regrouped and recouped, and then did the 2 x 800 in 3:21 and 3:14.


Now, this made for a great month of speed that I hope I can apply in next month's races.  I feel like I'm really learning to apply myself/stretch myself/push myself with these workouts.  They are going faster than I could have anticipated, and by the time the next workout rolls around, I am rested and ready to go!  Seriously, those runs are some of my favorite hours of the week.  It's like a little victory for me.  And so even if a class doesn't go perfect, or research is a bit slow, I have that win to remind me to keep at it!

Great days are here

Last week was pretty stellar (and yet was so busy that I haven't had time to write about it).
Now, I do not want this to be read as me bragging.  But, shared joy is the best kind, right?  That's my philosophy, at least, and I have felt joyful.
I found out last Tuesday that I am returning to my summer job as Academic Dean of a gifted children's camp in Santa Cruz, CA.  I have been working for this program for years (this is year 7!), but last year was my first time on the West Coast.  I absolutely loved it, and am so pleased and grateful that I have been given the opportunity to return again.  So, from June to August, I will be in sunny beautiful Santa Cruz.  I am very excited and very much looking forward to another year with the program.

Just in case anyone forgot how beautiful Santa Cruz is...

And if that wasn't enough.  And I was pretty happy to begin with - I had thoughts of California dancing in my head.  I got an email from my department chair asking to meet with me to talk about next semester.  In the meeting, he asked me if I would teach an upper level history class at our university.
I was beyond thrilled.  Only advanced graduate students ever get to teach classes of their own at my school, and I never thought I would get asked to teach a class.  The chair said that they were particularly excited to have me teach.  Me?  I feel like I have spent a good chunk of my grad experience looking up to the big dogs - people who really seemed to have it together, and I always hoped that I would get to that stage at some point.  And apparently now, the department feels comfortable assigning a class to me.
I am really excited about getting the opportunity to teach at my own university.  This is going to be excellent.  And it is a relief too - because it shows that the people who know me best in academia feel that I can take the full reins of a class.  It is a great moment in my (young) career.

A few years ago, my dear friend Jenny sent me a poem she wrote as a means of assurance when I was going through a rough patch:

Life is funny sometimes,
Life is great,
Life throws you a curve 
to test your strength
Enjoy your victories
remember your lessons
Great days are here
Sometimes, we just have to look for them!


When she first wrote that, I couldn't believe it.  I felt like I had trouble finding great days.  But great days are here, and for that, I am grateful.  My running is going well (more about that in a separate post), my school stuff is going well, and I have good family and friends to support me.  Great days are here, and I am enjoying the victories too.

A different kind of thinking

On Friday morning, I was in my university's pool, putting in another 2000 yards and staring at that black line.  I was planning some of things I was going to accomplish for the rest of the day as I was doing my laps. After school, I was back in the weight room, getting my session in, and while I was pumping up (you have to hear Arnold saying it), I had a thought:
"I think differently depending on the type of exercise I'm doing."
Is this true for others?
Before I get slapped with the crazy sticker, let me explain.

When I am running outside, I am on beautiful trails, or near the National Mall, or the Capital Crescent Trail.  All places filled with distractions - tourists, monuments, runners, various buildings, etc.  So, when I run, my thinking is very fluid.  Something will move me to contemplate something or remember an old event of friend, and I'll run with that thought (pun intended) for a while, until the next distraction comes along.  There's a nice ebb and flow between random thoughts (like recalling old memories) and things (like my dissertation) that need careful consideration.  When I am done running, I can't necessarily recall of those tangential things that have come to mind.  But my head is clear, and I am ready to move on with my day.

When I am swimming, there are no distractions.  No people, no buildings.  Just that black line.  The black line does not inspire creativity or spark any distractions.  It is unchanging and it is in my line for vision for 2000 yards.  So, when I swim, as I'm going back and forth, my thoughts are more rhythmic and precise.  I can plan my day out clearly, I can outline ideas for a meeting or a paper.  Nothing gets in my way, as I am counting laps carefully - there is no room for fluffy thoughts in the water - only precision.  This was why I called my swim the "swim to modernity" as I was preparing for my comprehensive exams - I ran through the AD timeline in my head 0-2000, in 25 year intervals.  And I get so much planning done underwater!

 

And I have different thoughts when I am weightlifting in the gym.  Now, if you've seen me - I am not a force to be reckoned with.  I can't bench a jillion pounds or max out (whatever that means), but I do enjoy weightlifting (and strength/core work) 2-3 times a week.  I think it makes a better, stronger runner.  My back is stronger, my legs are stronger, and maybe my arms are even stronger (although they are more scrawny than anything).  But, when I am in the weight room, I tend to be the only girl there.  And I am surrounding by a bunch of hulking guys in wife-beaters, grunting their way to muscular glory.  I am not grunting, but I am working hard.  And I've gotten a heck of a lot stronger.  In most of the free weight exercises, I have doubled the weight I used when I started doing this three years ago.  But, if you've seen me lately, I'm not preparing for the Olympia competition either.  I always feel a little sheepish in the weight room - like I need to prove myself. I can prove myself on the road - I can run fast, place high, and no one doubts what I am capable of.  And in the pool, I am starting to at least not appear like I am drowning.  But, in the weight room, I am sure that I do not look like I can do much damage.  So, half of the thoughts in my head go into drill sergeant mode:, "Come on, come on!  Lift!  Lift!  more, more!  You call those curls?!  Come one!"  But at the same time, I am eyeing all of the guys in the gym, who are probably doubting that I have any physical capabilities.  And my thoughts when I see them are "Oh yeah?  You think you're so tough?!  Come on, let's go!  I'll see you on the track and put you to shame."  Okay, a bit intense (or insane.

But I've proved my point, right?  Those are three very different frames of mind.  So, I am really curious - does anyone else think differently during different kinds of workouts?

Day-Glo, me say Day-Glo

Day-glo comin' and me want to run home.

You know you could find me in the fog, in the snow, the rain, the dark, anywhere!

I have never had a running vest, and I've been contemplating getting one for a while.  Finally last week, I broke down and got this nice orange Saucony vest.  It even comes with a removable flashing light to clip on.  And nice side pockets too for my phone and keys.  It arrived on Wednesday, and I tested it out on Thursday morning's 8 mile run.  It was a little drizzly outside, and the vest was perfect.  It packed heat in well, kept me warm and dry, and illuminated me for well, all of DC to see!  I'm sure my parents are happy, because now I've acquired a few pieces (pink visor, pink winter jacket, and now this) of running clothes that ensure drivers on the road see me.  

And in other news.  The weeks are just flying by!  With teaching,  I am just finding the time going by so fast!  I am starting to develop a routine in terms of preparing lectures, putting together power points, and figuring out a good lecturing style.  I found this video on the Reformation, which I used to open class on Tuesday - so yes, I also like to inject a little humor here and there too. And I'm starting to master the driving part - 140 miles roundtrip twice a week!  It turns Tuesday and Thursday into pretty fast-flying days.  By the time I get home at 9PM, I am pretty beat and before you know it, the week is over.  

And with that, I am just trying to keep my head down and plug away.  Plug away on my dissertation proposal, plug away on teaching, and plug away on running and training.  It seems like that is the best way to go -- head down, focused, and making sparks fly in the way they should.

Love the Run You're With 5k - Rust buster 2012

Like the fall, I am having a spring racing season with a bunch of shorter races - no marathon - all about getting fast.  I have been training regularly since the beginning of January, and wanted to test my fitness so far.  So, this morning, I ran the Love the Run You're with 5k by Pacers on Pentagon Row.  I volunteered at this race in 2010, but had never done it.  Sarah set this race up in my schedule as a "rust buster:" a race to just get out there and hammer it out as best as I can.  My training has been pretty consistent, but again, have only been following a formal schedule for 5 weeks.  Last fall, my rust buster came after 10 weeks.  But I was trying to remind myself that I've gained good fitness and have been consistent with training.  I was not planning on running a PR (20:23), but was hoping to just stay sub 21 minutes.  

It's funny, when Sarah scheduled this race, she said, "Maybe you'll have a 60 degree day, or have to deal with the pain of the a 5K and 20 degree weather :)"" 
Well, she hit the nail on the head with the latter.  This morning, it was 25 with 22mph winds! This made the windchill about 15.   This was a lot colder than we've had in DC, and a heck of a lot windier!  I had on 2 shirts, tights, and gloves, plus a jacket and another pair of pants that I was going to wear for my warm-up and then strip down.  So, I trotted it out in my 2.5 mile warm up, and found it pretty hard to move!  The wind was insane, and I'm not exactly big enough to push back with the wind.  I was hoping that in the race, I could tuck behind someone and have them block me a bit.
I found a buddy of mine before the race and we chatted, shivering away, anxious for the gun to start.  He said that he was hoping to run under 21 as well.  And then we were off - thank goodness!  The first half mile had such a steep climb - it definitely took a lot of work to get up that hill!  I got through the first mile in 6:38, which felt really fast.  I had looked around earlier and recognized some of the elite runners, who were way ahead of me, but I knew I had to be in the top 10 women.  There was a turnaround at the halfway point, and as awkward as it is to fly (or in my case, awkwardly stumble) around a cone in a 180 degree turn, the turnaround meant I could count the number of women in front of me.  I figured that I was in 7th or 8th.  I passed a couple of women at mile 2, and had slowed to 6:50 for the second mile.  I figured that that was the hardest one, and that I probably still had a little gas left.  And I worked really hard to pass some men and women and moved up to fourth place.  Wow!  I even caught up with my friend, Caldwell, who ran sub 20 last fall, and passed him.  Finally, the downhill was waiting, and I tried to just fly down, but some girl buzzed by and I could not go any faster.  But, I was still really excited as I crossed the finish line: face frozen but still a big smile.
20:41 (6:40 pace)
5th woman (out of 961)
33rd person overall (out of 1454)
This was great!  That was the highest place I've ever finished at a DC race.  I didn't catch my split at mile 3, but it must've been around 6:35 pace, so I was really motoring toward the end.  When I did my rust buster in the fall, it was 80 degrees, and I finished in 21:02.  This time, it was 60 degrees colder and I showed great improvement!  And while it wasn't a PR, when I texted Sarah to let her know how I did, she said that she was pleased, and that the effort was close to my PR time.  And she said "Good things are in store for some better weather racing!"  

I also came in 2nd in my age group (actually, 5th, technically, because the top 3 open winners were also 19-29), which meant at $15 gift certificate to Pacers.  And because it was a Valentine's Day themed race, they had different bibs for those who were single/in a relationship.  I was the fastest single lady!  I feel like that's a nice little title - something to impress the fellas, right?  And they gave me a little hand towel for that.  The giveaway was a blanket (a nice change from shirts) - so now I have a fleece blanket with the race theme (see above) on it.  Definitely nice to have something toasty to wrap about today.
They had a nice after party too, so I even had a mimosa!  Lots of celebrating to do!  They even had karaoke after, and I sang "You can't hurry love" - that was a first.  
So, the 2012 spring racing season is on and off to a good note.  Can't wait for more races in the spring!

Perception/Aging

Do you remember when you growing up, and you thought a particular class or grade was hard?  For example, algebra was the hardest thing EVER and when you were in the middle of it, you thought nothing could be harder than dealing with (i) - that imaginary number or freaked out when your answer suggested a negative square root (I did).  And then you finished that year, with only some battle scars, onto the next challenge.  There are a number of classes throughout my years in school: math, science, Latin, that just seemed like the hardest thing ever.  And while many of those classes still have horrific memories attached to them, they are also in the past and I am on to bigger, better things.

It's not just hard classes that stick in my mind like that.  I remember starting new jobs and the first weeks  of a new job: learning the new system, meeting all of the new people, and wondering if it was all ever going to click/feeling completely overwhelmed.  I remember that especially when I started as academic dean of my summer academic camp.  It all felt so whirlwind, and then eventually, things clicked and it worked.  The bar constantly keeps getting raised, and it seems like a new challenge is always waiting in the wings.  And that is a good thing - I like challenges, and while it seems tough in the beginning, knowing that I've gotten through previous challenges successfully gives me the optimism that I need to work my way through the next one.

I am in the middle of trying to clear the bar again.  I am in my third week of teaching a history class (my first class of my own) at Mount Saint Mary's University - a dream come true.  I've been wanting to teach for so long, and now I am!  It is really exciting and I am loving it so far.  It takes a lot of time to prepare my lectures and get everything ready for class, but it is great.  One of my favorite things about teaching European history (specially medieval or early modern (1400-1850) is that since it is typically less studied here in America, students don't know a ton about it beforehand. So, part of what I get to do is surprise them with all of these interesting things.  It's a ton of work, but I love it - which is good, since this what I want to do as a career!

The thing that I was most nervous about with the new job was not the job itself, but actually the commute.  I live in DC, and the university is 70 miles away.  This is the first time I've had a car in DC, and the first couple of times back and forth was absolutely terrifying.  I don't have a ton of driving experience (I've never needed a car), and so to go from driving my parents' car to the mall at home to almost 300 miles a week (I teach there twice a week) was a big leap.  White knuckles and sweaty palms for sure.  When I first started, the semester seemed so long and looming - I couldn't believe how much driving I was going to do.  But now, a few weeks in, I am settling into the routine and starting to think "Oh, it's not so bad."

It is funny how our perception on the difficulty things can change as we age.  And even when the challenges seem hard now, I am sure in a few years we'll all be thinking "That wasn't so hard."

Peaceful Tempo on the Capital Crescent Trail

Today ended week 3 (hardest week of a 4 week cycle) of my first cycle back.
Monday: 2000 yard swim, strength/core training
Tuesday: Track workout: 2.5 mile warm-up; 2k cut-down (8:40); 2 lap jog; 4 x 1200. 5:15, 5:12, 5:02, 5:12 500 meter jog between each;  2.5 cool-down. Total=10.5 miles
Wednesday: 3 miles AM, 6 miles PM - 9 miles = first time doing doubles in a long time!  
Thursday: 2000 yard swim, strength/core training
Friday: 5 miles
Saturday: 9 mile run with 4 miles of tempo
Sunday: 12 miles
Total: 45.5 miles
Highest mileage in a while!  The whole week went pretty well.  I have been keeping all of my 2k swims under 45 minutes, so I am glad to be consistent with that.  Not looking to do anything with those swims right now, other than to supplement my running, but I do like to try to get a little faster as I progress.
Now, to make a long story short, my tempo run did not happen yesterday.  There was an issue getting out to the marked trail (I am so bad with directions), and must've missed the entrance to the trail (it's far off from the regular road) on one side (I am used to entering on the Bethesda side of the Capital Crescent and I tried to enter on the Silver Spring side, which is closer to where I live).  I swear, I am not a dope - I just mess up directions and finding stuff.  So, I just ran 9 miles easy instead, and said that I would include the 4 mile tempo in my Sunday run.  So...
I went out to the Bethesda side today, and I swear, the weather we had this weekend was perfect running weather.  Yesterday it was in the 50s and today in the 40s.  God was smiling down on the runners, I'm sure - it was absolutely gorgeous.  So, my plan was to run a 2.5 mile warm-up, 4 miles of tempo (starting at 7:40 and working my way down to 7:20), a 2.5 mile cool down, and then just 3 miles easy to get in 12 altogether.  As soon as I started my watch for the 4 mile tempo, I felt so alive and great.  There was even a big bridge (read: hill) within the first mile, and I just felt like I was flying - and I was - 7:19!  This was faster than what I was supposed to finish, but I think with Saturday's bloopfest, I was so anxious to do my tempo run!  Got through the second mile in 7:14, and I just felt like I kept passing people - no one was going to beat me today (even though I'm sure no one else thought I was trying to pass anyone).  With 2 miles left, I knew I still had more and more in the tank - 7:00 for mile 3! As I was going down my second bridge, a biker was coming up and looking at the view over his shoulder - coming too close to me!  I barked out "Look forward!" and he veered out of my way.  I was on fire and that little bit of adrenaline really did it for the last mile 6:46!  So, I averaged about 7:05 overall for the tempo.  Was really pleased - a very solid first tempo for the year.
And the reason that I wrote that it was a peaceful tempo was that it was so quiet.  Even though there were people on the trail, it was very quiet and even my head (where there is always a lot of chatter) was quiet too!  It was probably the most relaxed I had felt all week, and maybe that's why it went so well!