The Journey to Five Miles

August 2010

August 2012

October 2012

October 2012

November 2012

November 2012

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December 2012.  The first mile back.

December 2012. The first mile back.

A little further.

A little further.

March 2103.  First 5k.

March 2103. First 5k.

 May 2013.  Memorial Day 5k.

May 2013. Memorial Day 5k.

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June 2013

Five.

Five.

10 months and six days (last Sunday) after a freak accident with glass and a partial ruptured left Achille’s tendon, I ran 5 miles.  I was so happy while I was running I waved at every person I passed.

I’ve missed you, running.  Welcome back to my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mom’s Special Day

One time, I decided to do something insane and run 26.2 miles with my mom.  You kind of have to be insane, or at least have something slightly wrong with you, to want to run a marathon. I don’t know how well anyone’s first marathon goes, but I wouldn’t say that mine was awesome, or that I felt spectacular at the end.  Quite the contrary.  It’s totally true that the race starts at mile 20, when you’ve gone further than you’ve ever gone.

When I had a complete mental breakdown at mile 25 and was sobbing uncontrollably about why some idiot put a hill in the last few miles of the race, she just nodded and we trudged on.  I said the F-bomb more times than I ever have in front of my mother and she didn’t even flinch.  The last few miles of a marathon are a completely acceptable place to curse like a sailor.  Than again, I think almost any time is perfectly acceptable to curse like a sailor.

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We finished that race, and then went on to do more together.  Almost every race I’ve run has been with my mom.  It feels weird when I run a race without her now.  The first race I ever did with her was the Bolder Boulder in 2007.  We all wore matching Spongebob Square Pants nighties and even made it onto the big television in the CU stadium.

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We ran the Horsetooth Half marathon and survived the hills together.  My feet were on fire during this race and were quite painful, but my mom once again stayed with me.  I have a bad habit of hurting myself during long distance race training…  There was New Belgium beer at the end, an excellent motivator when running long distances.

 

 

 

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Then there was that time where a freak shard of glass sliced my left Achille’s tendon.  My mom had a house rented and was driving out here before I knew it.  She waited through my surgery, took me home and fed me.  She woke up every four hours with me to feed me Vicoden and anti-nausea medicine.  It was a rough year last year for me, but I am lucky that my mom was there to take care of me.

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I am not with my mom on her special day, but if I was, I’d be whipping up a huge feast, complete with sangria and her signature pomegranate cocktail.  I am so very lucky to have a mom who sets an incredible example for me, my sister and brother, who can run circles around me and is a fabulous cook.  See you in a few weeks, Mom!  I love you!  Happy Mother’s Day!

Control

Title Nine Mother’s Day Run, May ’09

I’ve been thinking a lot about food and losing weight recently.  One lingering habit I have left from my disordered eating is associating exercise with weight loss.  There is definitely some merit to this claim, that exercise can help one lose weight, but my inability to exercise does not mean automatic weight gain.  In all honesty, the first thing I thought of when I found out I could not walk for 6 weeks was, “How will I exercise?”  Getting up to go for a run in the morning is so ingrained in my mind that it has taken quite some time adjusting to a new morning routine.

For me, my disordered eating was always about control.  There are very few things that one has direct control over and deciding what to eat is one of those things.  Exercise is another thing you can control.  When I discovered that exercising rapidly increased the amount of weight I lost, I started to exercise quite frequently.  I am glad I started the habit of regularly exercising, but my mind set when I started was not a healthy one.  Exercise should be something you enjoy.

My first Bolder Boulder.  Yes, it was early.  

My injuries this year added an enormous amount of stress to my life, and as a result, I have slipped a little back into my habit of trying to tightly control what I eat.  I have lost my control over exercise, so food is the only thing I have left to control.  I know I have slipped a little into my old thinking, but the fact that I am cognizant of this pattern makes it different than when I had disorder.  I don’t think that restrictive eating is “healthy” any more and recognize that when I start to have those thoughts, it’s time to adjust my thought process.  I also can recall exactly what it feels like when I don’t eat enough, and I never want to feel like that again.

My body is trying to heal and I need to give it all the fuel it needs to do that.  Now is not the time for me to be over-thinking my food choices, when there are more pressing issues at hand.  Remembering that food should be a friend is better than treating it as a necessary evil.

Post Vacation

Taking time off is nice, but it’s a rude awakening when I have to head back to work, and that work involves long, exhausting hours.  I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, and then it backed over me again.  It feels like I was never gone.

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I did manage to make a pretty stellar dinner on Wednesday night for us that included lava beans.  I have never cooked with them and after chatting with some friends at work, I made them into a salad with arugula and pickled red onions and radishes.  The salad dressing was made from some of the pickling liquid, with a little dijon mustard and some extra virgin olive oil.

I served the salad with roasted chicken and smashed red potatoes.  The only way I could make this dinner was by not sitting down when I got home.  The second I sit on the couch with my computer, it’s all over and I lose all motivation to cook anything other than eggs and toast.  It was pretty nice to sit down to this meal together, since we both had super long days on Wednesday.

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I had to do a competition for school on Thursday morning and my contribution to our group was this salad.

Grilled scallop served on top a bed of arugula and watercress, with a sesame chip, roasted red pepper and a lemon honey dressing.  It wasn’t anything to fancy, but it tasted good!  We only had two hours to cook, so I tried to keep things simple.

It’s been a pretty cooking filled week, but I did manage to get a run in this morning.  I ran every day I was on vacation and I wish I could continue to do that.  I feel so worn down when I work that it’s just not physically possible some days.  Any way, I was glad to get a short and relatively pain free run in this morning.

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Happy weekend!

 

 

 

 

An Open Letter to the Athletic Chef

Dear Athletic Chef:

I am a recent culinary school graduate and am working at my internship right now.  Although it has been an enjoyable experience so far, I have one question for you.  How is it that you manage to be an athlete and a chef?

I used to run 5 days a week and I used to run for hour or longer runs when I did.  I’ve trained for a few distance races and really enjoyed training for them.  Now, I feel like I can never train for one again.  I tried to maintain my fitness level while I was in school, but it just didn’t happen.  I had super early classes and I was working full time.  I had homework to do and a 35 minute commute to school and a 45 minute commute back.  Now, I am on my internship and I am on my feet for 9 or more hours a day, often times standing in one place prepping food.

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My knees are killing me, but then again, I’ve always had bum knees.  My quads are so tight that I can’t squat without uttering a groan that sounds like I’m 80 years old.  My calves have been in pain since day one of my internship and after rolling out pizza dough for 2 hours straight, my arms felt like they were going to fall off.  My whole body aches when I get home from work sometimes.  I’m just plain exhausted!

I know I signed up for this lifestyle voluntarily and that it is a physically demanding job.  I also know that the culinary world is not forgiving and often times I will work long hours and not be able to do everything I’d like to outside of work.  But, can’t I keep my running?  It’s the only thing that keep me sane.  I had a bad day at work on Friday, working my first shift on the line.  The only thing that made me feel better was going for a hard, hot run the next morning.  I paid for it later at work when my feet were screaming at me, but I didn’t care.

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Isn’t it possible to remain reasonably fit and still work in the food service industry?  Tell me your secrets, please, because I am very frustrated and a little disheartened.  Last year at this time, I was recovering from running my second marathon.  Now, I get sore when I run 6 miles.  I’ve been doing some yoga, which is a nice change of pace from the frantic energy of a kitchen.  I bought some compression socks that seem to help the soreness in my lower legs and I wear padding around my bunions so my toes won’t ache as bad.  Surely, there must be some way to incorporate running into my life.  Thanks for listening to my ramble.

Sincerely,

Sarah

Running Playlist

50 degrees.  Not a cloud in the sky.  Light breeze.  Favorite music.  There is really nothing better than pounding the pavement with my shoes.  Here’s what I listened to this morning:

Telescope Eyes: Eisley.  I haven’t listened to this in a while and forgot how much I liked it.

Stop This Train: John Mayer.  I know he’s a giant tool, but this was pre-tool/ass hole stage.

Chiddy Bang: Opposite of Adults.  One of my absolute favorite songs to run to.  Fast and up beat.

Lights: Ellie Goulding.  Helps me keep a pace.

Florence and the Machine: Dog Days.Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father/ run fast for your children, for your sisters and brothers.”

Talk that Talk: Rhianna & Jay-Z.  “We’re heading to the top, if you’re comin’ come on.”

Closer to Fine: Indigo Girls.  I’ve seen them twice in concert.  And I’m going again this summer.  “Darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable.”

Crossroads: Cream, x2.  Who doesn’t like Eric Clapton, especially when he’s singing a Robert Johnson song?

Stereo Hearts: Gym Class Heros & Adam Levine.  Cute song, and this was the song playing as I pulled into the parking lot on my first day at Johnson & Wales.

And one final song that I didn’t listen to while running, but when I got back.  Dedicated to an old friend of mine who left the world way too early.  It was his birthday on May 4th.  May the 4th be with you!  ha ha

Giving Thanks in March

Who says we only have to think about what we’re thankful for in November?  It’s too easy for me to forget about all the great things going on in my life, so I’m giving thanks in March.

I’m thankful for my friends I’ve made at school.

Boba tea time!

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We're so photogenic!

I’m glad I met a group of people so willing to help me out, whether it be carrying something heavy, giving me the soft vegetables to cut or helping me clear plates, they’ve been there for me through this whole hand thing.  They’re fun to get boba tea with, sleep through Food Cost with, drink at happy hour (or at noon) with and I can always count on the boys for a corn joke.

I’m thankful for still being able to run.  I would go insane if I couldn’t run.  No matter how busy I am, there’s always time for a run.

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I’m thankful for this drink. Seriously, this was invented for me, the world’s biggest Anchorman fan.  Did you know there’s a sequel coming out?  Yes, I will be at the midnight showing.

Oh, hell yes!

 

 

I’m thankful for my kitchen aid mixer.  It is just the most useful, multitasking appliance that I’ve ever owned.  Thanks Mom and Dad Santa Clause, for getting me one of the best things I’ve owned.  It made the cinnamon raisin bread I’m currently baking.

 

I’m thankful for my friends and family and boyfriend.  They make life so much better.

There’s a lot of things to be thankful for, more than all that negative stuff going around.  What’re you thankful for?