Friday, November 29, 2013

Have any of you ever seen that show "Parenthood?" You know, the one based in Berkeley where a beautiful, interesting, and intelligent 3-generation family lives, learns, laughs, and loves together? Well, that was literally my Thanksgiving. Except, do you remember that uncomfortable-looking weirdo who just sits in the corner and shifts every once in a while to indicate that she's still alive while everyone around her laughs uproariously about shared memories of the past? Oh, right. That character doesn't exist. And there's a REASON that character doesn't exist: that character is a wet towel. She's lame, yo.

I think you know where this is going. This Thanksgiving, I was that wet towel.

This may not need clarification, but my Thanksgiving plans didn't actually include crashing someone else's dinner. I was supposed to spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents. I won't go into details because it can pretty much be summed up by "poor health ruins everything," but when I walked into my grandparents' kitchen after a 9-hour trek from Eugene, my grandma very eagerly informed me that I would be "spending Thanksgiving with the _____ family this year!" I think she thought her peppy tone would confuse me into being excited about it. In her defense, it almost worked. But then I paused to take it in.

Excuse me? The _____ family? Who are these people? Oh, twenty generations ago so-and-so's brother adopted a son whose birth cousin got divorced and then married the milkman's stepdad, who happened to have the same surname as your great grand half-mammy? I'm glowing with family closeness right now.

Joking aside, it really wasn't that bad. But I had only met one of the attendees before, and that was when I was 8. The only shared memory we had to reminisce about was "Weren't you the sibling that read a lot?" Dinner was uncomfortable, certainly, but I survived. Shit happens, and they were very kind to take me in.

So that pretty much sums up what I've been up to, right? Oh. No? You guys are a tough crowd. Here are some pictures of California to placate you, along with a promise to write more in the (hopefully not-too-distant) future.

From a hike on (around?) Mount Diablo this afternoon.


View from I-5. Not too shabby for a highway, eh? 
Shasta, you looker, you. I want your snow.
Everybody loves goats. At the Lafayette Reservoir.
Don't ask me what that is, because I don't know.


This post brought to you by the RWH clan, Professor Amy and Coach Holly.

Just Like On The T.V.

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Have any of you ever seen that show "Parenthood?" You know, the one based in Berkeley where a beautiful, interesting, and intelligent 3-generation family lives, learns, laughs, and loves together? Well, that was literally my Thanksgiving. Except, do you remember that uncomfortable-looking weirdo who just sits in the corner and shifts every once in a while to indicate that she's still alive while everyone around her laughs uproariously about shared memories of the past? Oh, right. That character doesn't exist. And there's a REASON that character doesn't exist: that character is a wet towel. She's lame, yo.

I think you know where this is going. This Thanksgiving, I was that wet towel.

This may not need clarification, but my Thanksgiving plans didn't actually include crashing someone else's dinner. I was supposed to spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents. I won't go into details because it can pretty much be summed up by "poor health ruins everything," but when I walked into my grandparents' kitchen after a 9-hour trek from Eugene, my grandma very eagerly informed me that I would be "spending Thanksgiving with the _____ family this year!" I think she thought her peppy tone would confuse me into being excited about it. In her defense, it almost worked. But then I paused to take it in.

Excuse me? The _____ family? Who are these people? Oh, twenty generations ago so-and-so's brother adopted a son whose birth cousin got divorced and then married the milkman's stepdad, who happened to have the same surname as your great grand half-mammy? I'm glowing with family closeness right now.

Joking aside, it really wasn't that bad. But I had only met one of the attendees before, and that was when I was 8. The only shared memory we had to reminisce about was "Weren't you the sibling that read a lot?" Dinner was uncomfortable, certainly, but I survived. Shit happens, and they were very kind to take me in.

So that pretty much sums up what I've been up to, right? Oh. No? You guys are a tough crowd. Here are some pictures of California to placate you, along with a promise to write more in the (hopefully not-too-distant) future.

From a hike on (around?) Mount Diablo this afternoon.


View from I-5. Not too shabby for a highway, eh? 
Shasta, you looker, you. I want your snow.
Everybody loves goats. At the Lafayette Reservoir.
Don't ask me what that is, because I don't know.


This post brought to you by the RWH clan, Professor Amy and Coach Holly.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Hola amigos! Long time no talk! Is Halloween really here already? Have I already been in Eugene for two months? What year is it?

Life continues as always, but as my workload's increased I've had less and less time for blogs. I'm able to read a few on my walk/bus to and from school (so, about my bike... the piece of junk derailleur broke off, which I took as a sign - along with my hate for biking - that I needed to find a new means of transportation. Bus it is! Eugene's bus system puts New York's to shame), but I'm currently rocking a 232 unread count. Whoops. That's what Christmas break is for, right?

The fall colors have been killer and it's been a joy to run in them, although running on leaf-covered, uneven sidewalks can be unnerving. 





In hobby jogging news, I hit 30.5 miles this week! This surprised me as a busy schedule forced me to do a fair amount of run-juggling, something I'm still trying to force my anal-runner-self to be okay with. I'm typically a "run now, work will hopefully get done later" kind of person, but I've realized that in grad school, it needs to be "work now, running will hopefully get done later." I should turn that into one of those motivational Pinterest pictures.

I also completed my longest post-marathon run yesterday: 9 miles! On the one hand, it's depressing that it's taken four months to get back to that distance but on the other hand, the run itself was not physically taxing at all. It's nice to see I haven't lost all my fitness!

My higher mileage this week reminded me of something I wanted to share with you guys: don't forget the importance of slow, easy miles.

Some people think slow mileage is "junk mileage." They believe that every run should have a purpose, and from what I can tell, that's code for "every run should be hard and/or fast." I suppose that could work well for someone who only runs three days a week (these plans are typically of the "run less, run faster" variety), but I think that easy miles are every bit as important as tempos/intervals/what-have-you.

The Hansons taught me this. Did I even need to tell you that? The Hansons taught me everything I think I know about running. And under their tutelage, I became the queen of slow, easy running. The majority of my runs were done 1-2 minutes slower than my goal pace (9:44). At first, running 11:38 miles seemed insane, especially since I had always (stubbornly) considered 9:30-10:00 to be my "easy" pace. Yeah right, Jeano!

As my mileage increased and I hit one new running milestone after another, I realized that none of it would have been possible without my slow runs.

The Hansons talk about a lot of physiological adaptations that result from slow running, such as the recruitment of slow-twitch fibers, using more fat (and less glycogen) as fuel, bigger mitochondria ("does this training plan make my mitochondria look fat?"), capillary development, blah blah blah. I'm no scientist so these things are largely meaningless to me. I was most interested in the structural changes that occur, namely tendon and joint development that assist the body in handling the higher-impact forces of fast running. This is important for everyone, but I felt it to be especially important for my minimalist-ish self.

If you want to know more about the benefits of slow runs... Google it. Or go ask Coach Holly. She's all-knowing and all-seeing.

Wait, why am I talking about slow running again? Oh, right, because I had forgotten how important it is. For the past few weeks, I've rushed through the majority of my runs, either because it felt awesome or because I had shit to do. I ran much faster than usual for many of my runs for two or three weeks, and was suddenly shocked (shocked, I tell you!) to find that one day, my body just ached. A lot. Apparently, feeling great immediately following a run doesn't mean you're in the clear. Eventually, it will catch up with you, as it did me. The past few days all of my runs have been done at a slower than 11:00 pace. My ego's a bit bruised (it's much harder for me to run slowly in Eugene than it was in Anchorage, probably because there are so many runner studs here), but my body's back!

End PSA.

Question: thoughts on slow running? Do you run a lot faster when you run by a lot of people like I do?

Slow and Easy

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Hola amigos! Long time no talk! Is Halloween really here already? Have I already been in Eugene for two months? What year is it?

Life continues as always, but as my workload's increased I've had less and less time for blogs. I'm able to read a few on my walk/bus to and from school (so, about my bike... the piece of junk derailleur broke off, which I took as a sign - along with my hate for biking - that I needed to find a new means of transportation. Bus it is! Eugene's bus system puts New York's to shame), but I'm currently rocking a 232 unread count. Whoops. That's what Christmas break is for, right?

The fall colors have been killer and it's been a joy to run in them, although running on leaf-covered, uneven sidewalks can be unnerving. 





In hobby jogging news, I hit 30.5 miles this week! This surprised me as a busy schedule forced me to do a fair amount of run-juggling, something I'm still trying to force my anal-runner-self to be okay with. I'm typically a "run now, work will hopefully get done later" kind of person, but I've realized that in grad school, it needs to be "work now, running will hopefully get done later." I should turn that into one of those motivational Pinterest pictures.

I also completed my longest post-marathon run yesterday: 9 miles! On the one hand, it's depressing that it's taken four months to get back to that distance but on the other hand, the run itself was not physically taxing at all. It's nice to see I haven't lost all my fitness!

My higher mileage this week reminded me of something I wanted to share with you guys: don't forget the importance of slow, easy miles.

Some people think slow mileage is "junk mileage." They believe that every run should have a purpose, and from what I can tell, that's code for "every run should be hard and/or fast." I suppose that could work well for someone who only runs three days a week (these plans are typically of the "run less, run faster" variety), but I think that easy miles are every bit as important as tempos/intervals/what-have-you.

The Hansons taught me this. Did I even need to tell you that? The Hansons taught me everything I think I know about running. And under their tutelage, I became the queen of slow, easy running. The majority of my runs were done 1-2 minutes slower than my goal pace (9:44). At first, running 11:38 miles seemed insane, especially since I had always (stubbornly) considered 9:30-10:00 to be my "easy" pace. Yeah right, Jeano!

As my mileage increased and I hit one new running milestone after another, I realized that none of it would have been possible without my slow runs.

The Hansons talk about a lot of physiological adaptations that result from slow running, such as the recruitment of slow-twitch fibers, using more fat (and less glycogen) as fuel, bigger mitochondria ("does this training plan make my mitochondria look fat?"), capillary development, blah blah blah. I'm no scientist so these things are largely meaningless to me. I was most interested in the structural changes that occur, namely tendon and joint development that assist the body in handling the higher-impact forces of fast running. This is important for everyone, but I felt it to be especially important for my minimalist-ish self.

If you want to know more about the benefits of slow runs... Google it. Or go ask Coach Holly. She's all-knowing and all-seeing.

Wait, why am I talking about slow running again? Oh, right, because I had forgotten how important it is. For the past few weeks, I've rushed through the majority of my runs, either because it felt awesome or because I had shit to do. I ran much faster than usual for many of my runs for two or three weeks, and was suddenly shocked (shocked, I tell you!) to find that one day, my body just ached. A lot. Apparently, feeling great immediately following a run doesn't mean you're in the clear. Eventually, it will catch up with you, as it did me. The past few days all of my runs have been done at a slower than 11:00 pace. My ego's a bit bruised (it's much harder for me to run slowly in Eugene than it was in Anchorage, probably because there are so many runner studs here), but my body's back!

End PSA.

Question: thoughts on slow running? Do you run a lot faster when you run by a lot of people like I do?

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Weekly mileage: 24 miles (two 4-milers, two 5-milers, and one 6-miler)

I can't get over how awesome running was this week. I don't know if it was the weather, excess energy from studying all day, steroids, or a combination of the three, but I was definitely channeling a Xena Warrior Princess/Amazonian-type superwoman. Yesterday I checked my Garmin after what felt like a pretty easy 6 miles and was shocked to discover that I ran it at 9:50 pace, only slightly slower than my marathon tempos this past spring. I'm back, baby!

The changing leaves also made for nice running company.
Fern Ridge path. It's actually kind of a disgusting place, but it has its moments.

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Since classes started a couple of weeks ago, I've been trying to figure out where running fits into it all. I haven't had any trouble getting out there (in fact, I've never appreciated running more!), but there have been a few days where I've honestly had no idea when the miles were going to get done. More than once, I've left my house at 7:30, running clothes in tow, and returned 12 or 13 hours later with them unworn.* Those days, I'm forced to run in semi-darkness because Eugene is crazy and has, like, four streetlights. On a related note, I need to buy a headlamp.

Now, there is a very obvious solution to this. That hasn't escaped me. I am WELL aware that "running in the morning" is something that people do. While I sit around whining about waking up at the god-forsaken hour of 7:00 a.m., millions of other, much more hardcore people than I are busting out 20-milers at 4:00 a.m. I'm not that person, though. In fact, I'm the antithesis of that person. Waking up 3+ hours before I have to be somewhere (to eat, digest, run, shower, and commute) is my idea of hell.

In a perfect world, I'd incorporate my run into my commute to school. When I lived in New York, this is how 90% of my runs got done. It was a great set-up: running the five miles to work was quicker than taking the subway, and infinitely more pleasant. Running also meant that I could shower after entering an air-conditioned sanctuary, which was way better than "I just showered an hour ago but commuting in this disgustingly hot swamp that is New York has soaked my entire body in sweat." The very best thing about this situation was that I didn't have to wake up any earlier in order to get it done. Wins all around!

The thing about that job, though, was that I didn't need anything once I got there. No books, no brain... Nothing. A couple of times I forgot crucial pieces of work attire (one embarrassing day spent in spandex and a sweatshirt comes to mind. That shit doesn't fly in New York), but that problem was easily solved by stashing an extra outfit in my desk.

College, on the other hand, requires you to bring so many things. Computer? Essential. Micro textbook? Necessary. Macro textbook? Yep, need that. Oh, and let's not forget the stats textbook! And food. More food than a single human should be able to eat. Add clothes into the mix and you've got enough to fill a giant backpack and accompanying tote bag. There's no way that much stuff is going into my tiny running backpack. I don't have any place to store stuff on campus, either, so that's not an option. Oh, woe is the hobby jogger!

So what's a whiny, tired girl like myself to do? I'm not sure. For now I'm fitting my runs in where I can and hoping for the best. I'm also waiting for the hormones that allow you to wake up at 4:00 a.m. to kick in. That's what happens when you age, right? Or are you people just, like, better than I am?

*[I feel the need to clarify that my grad school strategy is to treat school like a job, which means work, work, work from at least 9:00-to-5:00. No mid-afternoon runs for me!]
 TOO PRETTY.

Happy Sunday, friends!

I'm Still Waiting For Those "Morning Person" Hormones To Kick In...

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Weekly mileage: 24 miles (two 4-milers, two 5-milers, and one 6-miler)

I can't get over how awesome running was this week. I don't know if it was the weather, excess energy from studying all day, steroids, or a combination of the three, but I was definitely channeling a Xena Warrior Princess/Amazonian-type superwoman. Yesterday I checked my Garmin after what felt like a pretty easy 6 miles and was shocked to discover that I ran it at 9:50 pace, only slightly slower than my marathon tempos this past spring. I'm back, baby!

The changing leaves also made for nice running company.
Fern Ridge path. It's actually kind of a disgusting place, but it has its moments.

 ----
Since classes started a couple of weeks ago, I've been trying to figure out where running fits into it all. I haven't had any trouble getting out there (in fact, I've never appreciated running more!), but there have been a few days where I've honestly had no idea when the miles were going to get done. More than once, I've left my house at 7:30, running clothes in tow, and returned 12 or 13 hours later with them unworn.* Those days, I'm forced to run in semi-darkness because Eugene is crazy and has, like, four streetlights. On a related note, I need to buy a headlamp.

Now, there is a very obvious solution to this. That hasn't escaped me. I am WELL aware that "running in the morning" is something that people do. While I sit around whining about waking up at the god-forsaken hour of 7:00 a.m., millions of other, much more hardcore people than I are busting out 20-milers at 4:00 a.m. I'm not that person, though. In fact, I'm the antithesis of that person. Waking up 3+ hours before I have to be somewhere (to eat, digest, run, shower, and commute) is my idea of hell.

In a perfect world, I'd incorporate my run into my commute to school. When I lived in New York, this is how 90% of my runs got done. It was a great set-up: running the five miles to work was quicker than taking the subway, and infinitely more pleasant. Running also meant that I could shower after entering an air-conditioned sanctuary, which was way better than "I just showered an hour ago but commuting in this disgustingly hot swamp that is New York has soaked my entire body in sweat." The very best thing about this situation was that I didn't have to wake up any earlier in order to get it done. Wins all around!

The thing about that job, though, was that I didn't need anything once I got there. No books, no brain... Nothing. A couple of times I forgot crucial pieces of work attire (one embarrassing day spent in spandex and a sweatshirt comes to mind. That shit doesn't fly in New York), but that problem was easily solved by stashing an extra outfit in my desk.

College, on the other hand, requires you to bring so many things. Computer? Essential. Micro textbook? Necessary. Macro textbook? Yep, need that. Oh, and let's not forget the stats textbook! And food. More food than a single human should be able to eat. Add clothes into the mix and you've got enough to fill a giant backpack and accompanying tote bag. There's no way that much stuff is going into my tiny running backpack. I don't have any place to store stuff on campus, either, so that's not an option. Oh, woe is the hobby jogger!

So what's a whiny, tired girl like myself to do? I'm not sure. For now I'm fitting my runs in where I can and hoping for the best. I'm also waiting for the hormones that allow you to wake up at 4:00 a.m. to kick in. That's what happens when you age, right? Or are you people just, like, better than I am?

*[I feel the need to clarify that my grad school strategy is to treat school like a job, which means work, work, work from at least 9:00-to-5:00. No mid-afternoon runs for me!]
 TOO PRETTY.

Happy Sunday, friends!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Weekend: success.




They grow oysters down there!

We got lost on a sketchy logging road and almost ran out of gas looking for a waterfall. At least the view was nice!

Four-ish hours and five trillion detours later, we found it!

View from the super awesome cabin.

Last week was the first of many, many long weeks and at its end I needed to blow off some steam. Translation: I had too much fun and now want to crawl in a hole and die. That is not my way of telling you how cool I am because I ravage my body, but rather my way of telling you that I'm considering doing something I haven't done in as long as I can remember: blow off my run.


What?!?!? "Jeano, you're a blogger, you're supposed to inspire us by telling us you REALLY didn't feel like running but then just shut up and do it!" My bad. You come here looking for inspiration? TERRIBLE IDEA.



That said, I may still go out and do it if for no other reason than if I don't, I'll probably fall asleep at 5:00 p.m., wake up at 9:00 p.m., and be up all night. But isn't that what grad students are supposed to do?


As of right now I'm at 16 miles for the week. I could bump that up to 21. Final mileage TBD. You know what's cool and not so pathetic, though? While hanging up my calendar last week, I decided to add up my total mileage for the year. I write each and every one of my runs down on that calendar as soon as I do them so I know it's accurate. 

 So how'd I do? Well, I hit 1,000 a few weeks ago! I was pretty impressed with myself. I've always thought it would be awesome to run 1,000 miles in a year, but I didn't really think I'd be able to do it in the near future. I guess I was wrong! This means that I could stop running for the rest of the year (not that I have any intention of doing that) and I'd still average roughly 3 miles per day. Badass!

Anyway, I had planned to write up a real post on a real topic, but I just don't think I can summon the energy today. Maybe later?


Question: What badass thing have you done recently? If you're Coach Holly, your answer is "I ran a trail 50k this weekend!" That's most definitely badass.

1,000 Miles

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Weekend: success.




They grow oysters down there!

We got lost on a sketchy logging road and almost ran out of gas looking for a waterfall. At least the view was nice!

Four-ish hours and five trillion detours later, we found it!

View from the super awesome cabin.

Last week was the first of many, many long weeks and at its end I needed to blow off some steam. Translation: I had too much fun and now want to crawl in a hole and die. That is not my way of telling you how cool I am because I ravage my body, but rather my way of telling you that I'm considering doing something I haven't done in as long as I can remember: blow off my run.


What?!?!? "Jeano, you're a blogger, you're supposed to inspire us by telling us you REALLY didn't feel like running but then just shut up and do it!" My bad. You come here looking for inspiration? TERRIBLE IDEA.



That said, I may still go out and do it if for no other reason than if I don't, I'll probably fall asleep at 5:00 p.m., wake up at 9:00 p.m., and be up all night. But isn't that what grad students are supposed to do?


As of right now I'm at 16 miles for the week. I could bump that up to 21. Final mileage TBD. You know what's cool and not so pathetic, though? While hanging up my calendar last week, I decided to add up my total mileage for the year. I write each and every one of my runs down on that calendar as soon as I do them so I know it's accurate. 

 So how'd I do? Well, I hit 1,000 a few weeks ago! I was pretty impressed with myself. I've always thought it would be awesome to run 1,000 miles in a year, but I didn't really think I'd be able to do it in the near future. I guess I was wrong! This means that I could stop running for the rest of the year (not that I have any intention of doing that) and I'd still average roughly 3 miles per day. Badass!

Anyway, I had planned to write up a real post on a real topic, but I just don't think I can summon the energy today. Maybe later?


Question: What badass thing have you done recently? If you're Coach Holly, your answer is "I ran a trail 50k this weekend!" That's most definitely badass.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

So this little vacation (by which I mean math camp) I've been enjoying is coming to an end. Gulp. We've had a lot of orientation events this week, and every time I tell an upper-level econ student that I'm a first-year, they get an evil grin of delight on their face, accompanied by a chuckled "You have no idea what you're in for." So if you never hear from me again, that's why. The end is nigh.

Running was awesome this week. The weather's really cooled down, I did some wonderful runs in the pouring rain, and all the little niggles that've had me worried since my marathon seem to have subsided. I do not let myself run with strange pains, even if they don't hurt that much, so I've really struggled to increase my mileage to where I want it to be. My weekly totals continue to hover around pretty low numbers (I'll hit 21 miles for this week - 5 runs, all easy), but my activity level has been high (I do a lot of walking here, which I love!) and overall I'm feeling really great.
These beautiful cedar trails probably have something to do with feeling great. See 'em and weep. Not too much, though; they only last a mile.

This was obviously not a rainy day. This was a beautiful day.
I think that's Spencer Butte, but I really have no idea. I have a terrible sense of direction here (that's what happens when you don't have mountains to use as a reference point).

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I do have a funny running story to share with you. Last weekend I managed to leave all my transportation (by which I mean my bike and my car) at some friends' place, so two of my runs this week ended there to allow me to pick one up (my bike doesn't fit in my car so it took two trips). Yesterday, I was on my way there when I happened to run into the people whose place I was heading towards (on a very roundabout, turn-one-mile-into-four-miles kind of route) and I got really excited. It was the very first time I had run into people I know off-campus!

When I made eye contact with one of them, I got a huge grin on my face. He looked away, though, so I figured he didn't recognize me in my running garb. They were far enough away that yelling at them would be embarrassing ("Hey, you guys, look at me, you know me, isn't this so exciting?!?!?"), so I just continued on my merry way.

The next time I saw them, I excitedly told them my story, expecting it to be met with "You were that hot chick running by!" But alas, no. Not at all. Instead, it was, "Wait, were you wearing ridiculous knee-high socks?! We made fun of you for the next ten minutes!"

Apparently compression socks aren't quite as mainstream as I thought, and some people think we wear them for purely aesthetic reasons. But hey, I educated them on the (alleged) benefits of wearing compression socks (which for me include preventing shin pain when increasing my mileage) and turned them around to my side. Jeano: fighting compression sock antipathy one run-in at a time!

Question: do people ever make fun of you for your compression socks/sleeves/what-have-you?

"You Mean YOU Were That Girl Wearing Those Ridiculous Knee-High Socks?!"

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So this little vacation (by which I mean math camp) I've been enjoying is coming to an end. Gulp. We've had a lot of orientation events this week, and every time I tell an upper-level econ student that I'm a first-year, they get an evil grin of delight on their face, accompanied by a chuckled "You have no idea what you're in for." So if you never hear from me again, that's why. The end is nigh.

Running was awesome this week. The weather's really cooled down, I did some wonderful runs in the pouring rain, and all the little niggles that've had me worried since my marathon seem to have subsided. I do not let myself run with strange pains, even if they don't hurt that much, so I've really struggled to increase my mileage to where I want it to be. My weekly totals continue to hover around pretty low numbers (I'll hit 21 miles for this week - 5 runs, all easy), but my activity level has been high (I do a lot of walking here, which I love!) and overall I'm feeling really great.
These beautiful cedar trails probably have something to do with feeling great. See 'em and weep. Not too much, though; they only last a mile.

This was obviously not a rainy day. This was a beautiful day.
I think that's Spencer Butte, but I really have no idea. I have a terrible sense of direction here (that's what happens when you don't have mountains to use as a reference point).

----

I do have a funny running story to share with you. Last weekend I managed to leave all my transportation (by which I mean my bike and my car) at some friends' place, so two of my runs this week ended there to allow me to pick one up (my bike doesn't fit in my car so it took two trips). Yesterday, I was on my way there when I happened to run into the people whose place I was heading towards (on a very roundabout, turn-one-mile-into-four-miles kind of route) and I got really excited. It was the very first time I had run into people I know off-campus!

When I made eye contact with one of them, I got a huge grin on my face. He looked away, though, so I figured he didn't recognize me in my running garb. They were far enough away that yelling at them would be embarrassing ("Hey, you guys, look at me, you know me, isn't this so exciting?!?!?"), so I just continued on my merry way.

The next time I saw them, I excitedly told them my story, expecting it to be met with "You were that hot chick running by!" But alas, no. Not at all. Instead, it was, "Wait, were you wearing ridiculous knee-high socks?! We made fun of you for the next ten minutes!"

Apparently compression socks aren't quite as mainstream as I thought, and some people think we wear them for purely aesthetic reasons. But hey, I educated them on the (alleged) benefits of wearing compression socks (which for me include preventing shin pain when increasing my mileage) and turned them around to my side. Jeano: fighting compression sock antipathy one run-in at a time!

Question: do people ever make fun of you for your compression socks/sleeves/what-have-you?

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Where's the time gone?! The past couple of weeks have been a blur. My program has us do a sort of math refresher before we start the hard stuff, so I've been math camp-ing for the past three weeks. It's been an awesome gradual, watered-down introduction to grad school and has left me with plenty of free time, which I clearly haven't used for blogging. Blogging's great and all, but when your choice is between blogging and, say, buying a mattress or going to the beach, blogging's going to get the shaft.
The beach!

This is what it looked like when we got there. It was a miserable first 3 hours, followed by a glorious 3 hours.


This dog's got nothing on Bailey.
Plus, there's the fact that I'm not training for anything right now. Training provides a very natural story arc, and when it ends it's up to the blogger to "come up with content." This is something I struggle with (any ideas?).

So in the absence of content, I thought I'd tell you the different ways in which I've been challenging myself via running. You mean I've been running? Yes!  This week I should hit 14.5 miles (and a hike! And 2.5-5 miles of walking/biking per day). Right now I'm focusing on running more days of the week as opposed to more miles, so all my runs have been incredibly short.

Anyway, many of my recent runs have been tests of fortitude, physical, mental, and social (I may have just invented "social fortitude" - someone alert the OED!). Let's count the ways, shall we?

1) Running with a running group

Man, guys. I gave the running group thing a sort-of-not-really fair shot and I've bravely decided to never go back, because quitting after one failure is what champions are made of. I went to a Monday night easy run that left from a local running store, and it was so incredibly awkward, the kind of situation I usually avoid at all costs. There were only 10-15 people there, and they all knew each other. That's my absolute worst nightmare. When everyone's already got their friends, what motivation is there to reach out to someone new? And when people are in the middle of an engaging conversation, what's the last thing you should do? Interrupt them to say, "HI I'M JEAN TALK TO ME PLEASE."

I stood around looking weird until we left the store and ran to and around Alton Baker Park. Of course no one was running at my pace so I mostly ran alone. The last mile, I was just about to make a wrong turn when a kind soul yelled that I was going the wrong way. She was nice enough to finish the run with me, but I can't say our conversation was remotely interesting. Aren't runners supposed to instantly connect because of their shared love of the sport?! We very quickly ran out of introduction topics, so I tried to talk about running. That definitely didn't work. My theory is that since I never talk (out loud) about running, I don't even have the vocabulary to do so. 

So, yeah. Running clubs can suck it. Maybe next time (there won't be a next time).

2) Trail runs

I haven't done a ton of trail running, but I've tried to do so once or twice a week. For example, last Saturday I hit up the McKenzie River Trail to see what it's all about. The first mile, I was incredibly disappointed because the trail was right next to the road, but after that it got really exciting. The views weren't anything to write home about,
Except this one

but it was awesome to run on a trail that didn't go straight up or straight down (*cough* Alaska *cough*). There were enough obstacles to keep my brain occupied, but overall it was a pretty flat run. Also, there were moments where you got close to the river and you were hit by the best cool breeze off the water. It took almost an hour to drive here, but I plan to head back when I can.

Another notable trail run was on Eugene's Ridgeline trail system. I was checking out a map and noticed that two points 1.5 miles from each other were the same elevation. That obviously means the bits between are flat, right? No. Wrong. It was more like a 400-foot gain over .75 miles. I was dying. There was a sign at the summit, which made me laugh because it didn't remotely resemble the kinds of summits I'm accustomed to. 

View from the summit. 

This looks more like a summit, but I took it from the trailhead.

3) Running in hot weather

Now, this is bordering on "complaining about weather," which I hate (but of which I am guilty at times), but I don't mean it that way. I just mean that because I haven't been sufficiently motivated to run in the morning, I've been running in 80+ temps, which has challenged me. From what I hear, Oregon's had an unseasonably warm summer, and those temperatures are continuing into fall. Although by the looks of it, rain is on its way! Anyway, running in warmer temps is a good way to make an easy run harder.

4) Running an hour after eating a foot-long Subway sandwich

Granted, this only happened once, but it was no doubt one of the hardest runs I've ever done. So, I'm gross and not at all embarrassed to admit that I've been eating Subway with an alarming frequency, especially when I was in the process of moving and didn't want to be burdened by groceries. Well, a couple of days ago I needed to get my run done and the sun was going down. Since it was just a 3-miler, I figured I'd be fine. WRONG. I never entered sharting territory, but I was so. incredibly. nauseous the entire time. It was scary. Don't do that. Oh, wait, you're too smart to do that to yourself? GOOD FOR YOU.

So there you have it. If you want to make your runs harder, try group running (wait, don't do that), trails, hot weather, and Subway.

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I've been the ultimate comment failure these past few weeks. I've managed to stay largely up-to-date with all your running doings, but I don't think I've commented on more than a handful. Will try harder!

Questions:
  • How do you make YOUR runs harder?
  • What do you want me to write about? Do you even care?

How To Make Runs Harder

Posted on by Jeano with 19 comments
Where's the time gone?! The past couple of weeks have been a blur. My program has us do a sort of math refresher before we start the hard stuff, so I've been math camp-ing for the past three weeks. It's been an awesome gradual, watered-down introduction to grad school and has left me with plenty of free time, which I clearly haven't used for blogging. Blogging's great and all, but when your choice is between blogging and, say, buying a mattress or going to the beach, blogging's going to get the shaft.
The beach!

This is what it looked like when we got there. It was a miserable first 3 hours, followed by a glorious 3 hours.


This dog's got nothing on Bailey.
Plus, there's the fact that I'm not training for anything right now. Training provides a very natural story arc, and when it ends it's up to the blogger to "come up with content." This is something I struggle with (any ideas?).

So in the absence of content, I thought I'd tell you the different ways in which I've been challenging myself via running. You mean I've been running? Yes!  This week I should hit 14.5 miles (and a hike! And 2.5-5 miles of walking/biking per day). Right now I'm focusing on running more days of the week as opposed to more miles, so all my runs have been incredibly short.

Anyway, many of my recent runs have been tests of fortitude, physical, mental, and social (I may have just invented "social fortitude" - someone alert the OED!). Let's count the ways, shall we?

1) Running with a running group

Man, guys. I gave the running group thing a sort-of-not-really fair shot and I've bravely decided to never go back, because quitting after one failure is what champions are made of. I went to a Monday night easy run that left from a local running store, and it was so incredibly awkward, the kind of situation I usually avoid at all costs. There were only 10-15 people there, and they all knew each other. That's my absolute worst nightmare. When everyone's already got their friends, what motivation is there to reach out to someone new? And when people are in the middle of an engaging conversation, what's the last thing you should do? Interrupt them to say, "HI I'M JEAN TALK TO ME PLEASE."

I stood around looking weird until we left the store and ran to and around Alton Baker Park. Of course no one was running at my pace so I mostly ran alone. The last mile, I was just about to make a wrong turn when a kind soul yelled that I was going the wrong way. She was nice enough to finish the run with me, but I can't say our conversation was remotely interesting. Aren't runners supposed to instantly connect because of their shared love of the sport?! We very quickly ran out of introduction topics, so I tried to talk about running. That definitely didn't work. My theory is that since I never talk (out loud) about running, I don't even have the vocabulary to do so. 

So, yeah. Running clubs can suck it. Maybe next time (there won't be a next time).

2) Trail runs

I haven't done a ton of trail running, but I've tried to do so once or twice a week. For example, last Saturday I hit up the McKenzie River Trail to see what it's all about. The first mile, I was incredibly disappointed because the trail was right next to the road, but after that it got really exciting. The views weren't anything to write home about,
Except this one

but it was awesome to run on a trail that didn't go straight up or straight down (*cough* Alaska *cough*). There were enough obstacles to keep my brain occupied, but overall it was a pretty flat run. Also, there were moments where you got close to the river and you were hit by the best cool breeze off the water. It took almost an hour to drive here, but I plan to head back when I can.

Another notable trail run was on Eugene's Ridgeline trail system. I was checking out a map and noticed that two points 1.5 miles from each other were the same elevation. That obviously means the bits between are flat, right? No. Wrong. It was more like a 400-foot gain over .75 miles. I was dying. There was a sign at the summit, which made me laugh because it didn't remotely resemble the kinds of summits I'm accustomed to. 

View from the summit. 

This looks more like a summit, but I took it from the trailhead.

3) Running in hot weather

Now, this is bordering on "complaining about weather," which I hate (but of which I am guilty at times), but I don't mean it that way. I just mean that because I haven't been sufficiently motivated to run in the morning, I've been running in 80+ temps, which has challenged me. From what I hear, Oregon's had an unseasonably warm summer, and those temperatures are continuing into fall. Although by the looks of it, rain is on its way! Anyway, running in warmer temps is a good way to make an easy run harder.

4) Running an hour after eating a foot-long Subway sandwich

Granted, this only happened once, but it was no doubt one of the hardest runs I've ever done. So, I'm gross and not at all embarrassed to admit that I've been eating Subway with an alarming frequency, especially when I was in the process of moving and didn't want to be burdened by groceries. Well, a couple of days ago I needed to get my run done and the sun was going down. Since it was just a 3-miler, I figured I'd be fine. WRONG. I never entered sharting territory, but I was so. incredibly. nauseous the entire time. It was scary. Don't do that. Oh, wait, you're too smart to do that to yourself? GOOD FOR YOU.

So there you have it. If you want to make your runs harder, try group running (wait, don't do that), trails, hot weather, and Subway.

----

I've been the ultimate comment failure these past few weeks. I've managed to stay largely up-to-date with all your running doings, but I don't think I've commented on more than a handful. Will try harder!

Questions:
  • How do you make YOUR runs harder?
  • What do you want me to write about? Do you even care?

Sunday, September 8, 2013

I'm still on a quest to find permanent housing, which is both fun ("Hey, it's kind of like you're my friends and we're hanging out!") and miserable. I have a tendency to get very attached to an idea and go for it without much (or any) thought. Consequently, every time I see a house I tell the people, "That's it, you're my top choice, just say the word and I'll move in." But then, a day later, they're totally not my top choice. At all. Like, I already know I can't live in a gluten-free, wholly local/organic, no hydrogenated-fructose-oil-syrup-whatever household. I KNOW that. And yet I heard myself telling these wonderful-people-but-totally not-my-future-roommates that "I love this place! I'll take it!" And then ashamedly emailing them later to tell them I'm actually not interested. I'm such an asshole.

Another great example of this is my bike. Yeah, I own a bike now - I guess that makes me a biker? Don't expect to see "Tri-ing Jeano" any time soon; biking sucks. If it weren't for the fact that it's faster than walking, I wouldn't have anything to do with it. Anyway, let's take a look at my bike-buying experience.

Scene: Jeano timidly speaks to angry Craigslist man on the phone, drives to his house, unsure if she's meeting an adorable curmudgeon a la Mr. Wilson or the decidedly less adorable BTK killer. Pulls up to his driveway, decides he's not going to murder her (yet), but is confused by the billion different bikes he has for sale.

Jeano: Are you moving? Is this a moving sale?
Old man: No.

Silence.

Well, that sure clarified things. Jeano takes a number of bikes for a spin and narrows her options down to two bikes. One bike is a great bike. Just your run-of-the-mill mountain bike, like every other she's ever ridden. The other bike is a road bike of questionable quality that must be from the early '80s. The gears, strange knobs between the handlebars, don't shift all that well, and the bike frame seems to be way too tall, but damn, it looks cool.

So which one did I buy? Like I even need to answer that.

That's my old, unwieldy, mostly functioning road bike that I'm sort of scared to ride long distances. It doesn't help that the seat has started rocking forward and backward while I ride it, to the point where I spend much of the ride with one hand pushing down on the front of it to keep it semi-level. I'm anxiously awaiting the moment it flips backward off the bike, taking me with it. Or, maybe I'll go get it checked out. Safety first and all that.

So there you have it: life, as done by Jeano.

Oh, and I'm also a chicken farmer now! By which I mean I have access to chickens.
You know, just taking the chickens for their nightly walk.

I can't claim to know what to do with them (Meagan, any pointers?), but they're a riot.

Let's not forget exercise. This was a pretty solid week for running, hiking, and (lolz) biking. My mileage wasn't dazzling, but I made it out for a trail jog the other day, two 3-milers, a 5-miler along the river, and a scorching hike up "Mount" Pisgah this afternoon. Garmin tells me I netted 995 feet elevation gain over the course of 1.4 miles, so I guess that's cool.


This is sort of like when a blogger takes pictures of their plate from six hundred angles; I take pictures of the same scenery from slightly different angles and hope people don't notice. Let's just call this a triptych. 


It's a big river. Taken on Friday.

I might go to a group run tomorrow night. Might. I'm already anxious about it so probably won't go. Running groups are scary. What I need is a personal running companion. Takers?

Life, As Done By Jeano

Posted on by Jeano with 17 comments
I'm still on a quest to find permanent housing, which is both fun ("Hey, it's kind of like you're my friends and we're hanging out!") and miserable. I have a tendency to get very attached to an idea and go for it without much (or any) thought. Consequently, every time I see a house I tell the people, "That's it, you're my top choice, just say the word and I'll move in." But then, a day later, they're totally not my top choice. At all. Like, I already know I can't live in a gluten-free, wholly local/organic, no hydrogenated-fructose-oil-syrup-whatever household. I KNOW that. And yet I heard myself telling these wonderful-people-but-totally not-my-future-roommates that "I love this place! I'll take it!" And then ashamedly emailing them later to tell them I'm actually not interested. I'm such an asshole.

Another great example of this is my bike. Yeah, I own a bike now - I guess that makes me a biker? Don't expect to see "Tri-ing Jeano" any time soon; biking sucks. If it weren't for the fact that it's faster than walking, I wouldn't have anything to do with it. Anyway, let's take a look at my bike-buying experience.

Scene: Jeano timidly speaks to angry Craigslist man on the phone, drives to his house, unsure if she's meeting an adorable curmudgeon a la Mr. Wilson or the decidedly less adorable BTK killer. Pulls up to his driveway, decides he's not going to murder her (yet), but is confused by the billion different bikes he has for sale.

Jeano: Are you moving? Is this a moving sale?
Old man: No.

Silence.

Well, that sure clarified things. Jeano takes a number of bikes for a spin and narrows her options down to two bikes. One bike is a great bike. Just your run-of-the-mill mountain bike, like every other she's ever ridden. The other bike is a road bike of questionable quality that must be from the early '80s. The gears, strange knobs between the handlebars, don't shift all that well, and the bike frame seems to be way too tall, but damn, it looks cool.

So which one did I buy? Like I even need to answer that.

That's my old, unwieldy, mostly functioning road bike that I'm sort of scared to ride long distances. It doesn't help that the seat has started rocking forward and backward while I ride it, to the point where I spend much of the ride with one hand pushing down on the front of it to keep it semi-level. I'm anxiously awaiting the moment it flips backward off the bike, taking me with it. Or, maybe I'll go get it checked out. Safety first and all that.

So there you have it: life, as done by Jeano.

Oh, and I'm also a chicken farmer now! By which I mean I have access to chickens.
You know, just taking the chickens for their nightly walk.

I can't claim to know what to do with them (Meagan, any pointers?), but they're a riot.

Let's not forget exercise. This was a pretty solid week for running, hiking, and (lolz) biking. My mileage wasn't dazzling, but I made it out for a trail jog the other day, two 3-milers, a 5-miler along the river, and a scorching hike up "Mount" Pisgah this afternoon. Garmin tells me I netted 995 feet elevation gain over the course of 1.4 miles, so I guess that's cool.


This is sort of like when a blogger takes pictures of their plate from six hundred angles; I take pictures of the same scenery from slightly different angles and hope people don't notice. Let's just call this a triptych. 


It's a big river. Taken on Friday.

I might go to a group run tomorrow night. Might. I'm already anxious about it so probably won't go. Running groups are scary. What I need is a personal running companion. Takers?
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