- 17th November
- 10th November
On Thursday night I went to a BodyPump class at my gym. I only vaguely remembered from two years ago that I needed an assortment of equipment for the class, but I couldn’t remember what exactly.
I nervously chatted up a few girls who were waiting for another class to vacate the group fitness room, and they agreed to help me out with my setup. It turned out that one of my former co-workers, Shahaf — whom I didn’t even know went to my gym — was setting up his equipment right next to me, so he helped me out! Sweet!
For BodyPump, you need:
- an aerobic step (just to lie down on, as far as I can tell)
- a mat (to place on top of the step)
- a barbell
- plates of various weights to put on the barbell
- thingies to secure the plates to the barbell
- free weights (optional; you can also just use loose plates)
As far as how BodyPump works, the Wikipedia page explains it far better than I can. There are 10 sections, called tracks, each set to its own music: warm-up, squats, chest, back, triceps, biceps, lunges, shoulders, abs/core, and cool-down/stretching.
Between each track, you adjust the amount of weight on your barbell to prepare for the next track. I had no clue how much weight to use at any point. Shahaf was so nice and would tell me stuff like, “Add more weight for squats,” “Use less weight for triceps,” etc.
It’ll take me a while to get the hang of the weight changes. The squats and lunges felt a little too easy (yay, strong legs!), but I used too much weight for chest and triceps and had to pause/skip reps because my arms felt like they were going to fall off.
BodyPump is definitely a great workout — I just stopped feeling sore TODAY — and it’s really fast-paced and fun, so I’m excited to continue going twice a week. Beast arms, be mine!
I ran three treadmill miles right after the class, which was… interesting?… but I endured it because I was able to watch “Say Yes to the Dress”! I got so excited to finally try on wedding dresses after being engaged for 13 months.
On Saturday, my mom, Aaron’s mom, and I had an awesome girls’ day visiting two bridal shops and having lunch.
I went into the first shop with a very definite vision of what I wanted, and left with a much more open mind! The first few dresses I tried on were gorgeous on the hangers, but very blah on me, so I started trying different styles.
Little by little, as I discovered what I liked and disliked about each dress, I carved out a new vision. The very-helpful and sweet sales girl picked out one last dress that fit the new criteria, and as soon as I walked out in it, I started crying… the moms started crying… and even two women who were there with another bride started crying!
It was the first dress I could really see myself getting married in. Whoa.
At the second shop, I had a much better idea of what looked good on me. It took only a few seconds to know when a dress didn’t work. And then… we found another one similar to the first tear-jerker dress, but different in some awesome ways! So now there’s another front-runner.
I also tried on some really gorgeous, over-the-top, but really not my style dresses. I wish I could share some fun pictures! But Aaron is firm on not wanting to see ANY photos of me in any wedding dress before the big day. Hrmph.
I got measured at each of the shops in case I decide to call and order either of the dresses I really liked, and I strangely wound up with totally different measurements — different from the ones I took of myself a few days ago, and from each other:
- Bust: 33.5
- Waist: 27
- Hips: 39
- Bust: 35
- Waist: 28
- Hips: 38
- Bust: 35
- Waist: 29
- Hips: 35.5
I understand why my own measurements would be wrong (eh-hem, no clue what I’m doing), but why would the measurements between shops be off by a full inch to an inch and a half each??
For my official record of progress, I’m gonna go with these measurements:
- Bust: 35
- Waist: 28
- Hips: 39
Anyway, I have another bridal appointment next Saturday and two more the Saturday after that. I’ll either find another dress I love even more than the first two, or choose one of those two! Exciting stuff.
And definitely not as drama-filled as those crazy moms and daughters on “Say Yes to the Dress.” Yikes.
- 7th November
Current weight (via the Withings scale):
5:00 is a stupid time to wake up, isn’t it? I got up an hour earlier than usual so I could get to work earlier, leave earlier, and make my way to the gym in time for a Body Pump class tonight.
Might as well take advantage of the free classes! Plus, I’ll get some high-intensity strength-training in. I tend to wimp out/not really care when I lift weights on my own.
As for my weight, I’m fine with it, but I know there are a few extra pounds (made up of Rolos, Skittles, etc.) that I don’t need.
Current measurements, in inches:
Left thigh: 22.5
Right thigh: 22.5
Left calf: 15.5
Right calf: 15.5
I have no idea what’s “normal,” so I have no real commentary. I just wanted to have baseline measurements.
I may not be the most accurate measure-er, though, since I thought for sure my right calf and possibly thigh would be bigger than my left calf and thigh. The hip measurement might be low, too. I’ll have Aaron measure me next time for more precision and objectivity.
5:20 a.m., straight out of the shower. You are welcome.
I definitely see a difference from the photos I posted in March and April, when I was really on-point with my eating. I had a narrower waist (but no measurements to prove it) and a flatter stomach back then. Maybe it’s just me? But I know I can do better and feel more confident with a little extra mindfulness.
So there’s my baseline! I’ll check in every two weeks, methinks.
Cross your fingers that I survive Body Pump tonight! I tried it a few times in May 2011 while I was training for my first half-marathon with the American Cancer Society DetermiNation team; our well-connected coach set up some complimentary classes for us at a local gym.
I just went back and read my first impression of it. I had forgotten there were SQUATS.
- 6th November
It is no coincidence that on Monday, November 4 — the day after Daylight Saving Time (did you know it is “Saving” and not “Savings”?) ended, I booked two round-trip tickets for Aaron and me to Maui.
For a total cost of $10.
Mileage plans are so awesome.
Speaking of our honeymoon, we’ll be IN KONA DURING THE 2014 IRONMAN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS. You better believe we’ll be spectating it. Best honeymoon EVER!
Sorry, I’m getting sidetracked.
With a beach vacation on the horizon (and wedding-dress trying-on starting THIS WEEKEND), it’s time to buckle down on my eating.
I’ve had the “I can eat whatever I want because I just ran a marathon!” mindset since the Chicago Marathon, which is really only valid for like one or two days after the marathon. Three-and-a-half weeks later… not so much.
All of my meals are healthy, but my main downfall is candy at work. Between the hours of 1 p.m. and 4 p.m., when the workday is feeling loooong, I will not hesitate to grab the following:
- Chocolate-covered raisins: I can eat a million and convince myself they are healthy-ish because RAISINS.
- Starburst: Pinks and reds only. Unfortunately, my office stocks the “Fave-reds” pack, which has ALL PINKS AND REDS.
- Skittles: Like Starburst, these give me that instant, fruity-flavored sugar rush. I can never have just one “fun-sized” pack. (They should rename “fun-sized” to “a little less diabetes, maybe.”)
- Rolos: The office stocks these little 340-calorie bags of ‘em. I start out thinking I’ll just have a few Rolos, and them I’m all YOLO, life’s too short for just a few ROLOS. Whole bag, gone.
Oh my god. It must stop.
Tomorrow, I’m going to start using My Fitness Pal again (you can follow my food diary here). MFP doesn’t always deter me from snacking on candy — you’ll definitely find plenty of Starburst in the archives — but it does help me see how many empty calories and grams of sugar I’m consuming with my little candy binges.
I’ll also post my starting weight and measurements, not because I have a specific goal — I’m happy where I am now and all my clothes fit wonderfully — but just to see what happens when I rein in my food choices.
I obviously won’t deprive myself of delicious Thanksgiving and Christmas foods when those holidays roll around, but I don’t want to use the whole holiday season as an excuse to eat like crap.
I just want to feel great in a bikini in Maui! OK? OK.
See you tomorrow!
- 6th November
- 30th October
I have a fake training plan! That is, a training plan I’ll follow just to stay in running shape through the fall and winter, not to actually prepare for a race.
It’s Hal Higdon’s intermediate half-marathon training plan almost exactly, except I’ll do strength training on Tuesdays and Thursdays instead of Mondays and Thursdays. Also, I won’t do any 5K/10K/15K races like the plan calls for. I just want to run with no pressure!
It looks mostly like this:
Tuesday: Easy run + strength
Wednesday: Speed work
Thursday: Easy run + strength
Saturday: Race-pace run
Sunday: Easy long run
I really loved my T/W/Th and Sa/Su running schedule for Chicago Marathon training, and since I’m already in that groove, I decided to stick with it. Running multiple days in a row used to wreck my legs, but I discovered that when I actually do easy runs on the easy days, my legs are fine. Imagine that!
I completely bailed on cross training and strength training for Chicago — I just focused on the miles in order to prevent back-to-back marathon training burnout — and now I miss my arm muscles! Come back to meeee.
Cross training still sucks and I don’t care about it. At least not until I train for the Eugene Marathon! (Well, we’ll see.)
I am so, so, so happy speed work is back in my life. I kind of dread it, but then I love it during and afterward.
I worked from home today, so I was able to get out during daylight hours for a run rather than do this on the treadmill. I did a one-mile warmup with 4 x 400 m (a quarter-mile) fast with 400 m recovery in between, followed by a one-mile cool-down.
Seeing 6:XX pace on my watch is really scary for me, even just for a quarter-mile. I have seen that, umm, never-ish?! I didn’t feel like I pushed all out, though, so I’ll assume it was OK.
Fun fact: Three years ago on this day, October 30, the very first photo of Aaron and me together was taken. We were just friends (and co-workers) at this point.
That was my third 5K ever and the first one I ran in under 30 minutes. I was so, so happy.
That was also the very first month of my blog’s existence, so I had like two followers. Are you guys still around??
Anyway, that night, Aaron and I went to a Halloween party. I was a lobster and he was Natalie Portman from V for Vendetta (…bald). Naturally, that’s when we shared our first kiss together.
Three years, hundreds of miles run and biked, and many foregone carbs later:
- 30th October
How ‘bout a boorito? Join us on Halloween for a totally tasty treat, no tricks.
I fully expect to see pics of all of your Booritos tomorrow.
Don’t let a girl down. I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.
Ummm, we totally did this last weekend, before it was cool.
But obviously we’re not above doing it again for $3 Chipotle.
- 28th October
I’ve been slacking hardcore on blogging. Let’s go real quick-like:
- I joined a gym last Tuesday for the sole purpose of running weeknights on the treadmill in order to avoid being attacked by creepers in the darkness.
In my area, this is a real concern. Choice quote from that news story: “The victim described him as looking ‘methy’ with very bad teeth, sunken eyes and a wiry build.”
- I asked the gym sales guy if the treadmills automatically reset after 60 minutes. His response was: “Hmm, I don’t know. I’ve never known anyone who wanted to run for longer than that.” Ha. Hahaha.
- I have appointments at two bridal shops on November 9 to fiiiiiiinally start trying on wedding dresses! My mom and future MIL will accompany me to provide emotional support and/or judgment. Unfortunately, I can’t post any photos, even of reject dresses; Aaron doesn’t want to see me in any wedding dress until our actual wedding day. Aww.
- Running! I have been doing it. One four-mile jaunt on the treadmill last week, and then outdoor running on Saturday and Sunday.
I did 5 miles on Saturday and ran into Aaron at a stoplight as he was completing 64 miles on the bike.
Fancy seeing you here!
We kept a casual, conversational pace and had lots of fun chatting about all things running + more!
I already knew the Lauren in blue from Hood to Coast and Rebecca in the Oiselle sweatshirt from our pre-Chicago brunch, but the other Lauren and Becky are new friends! I’m glad they let a Devon crash the Lauren/Rebecca party.
Photo taken after the run. The girls then grabbed coffee at the shop behind us, but I kept on running home since I had afternoon plans. Prior to changing into dry sweaters/jackets, Lauren and Rebecca were also wearing the Oiselle flyer jacket that I wore. I got it in my Hood to Coast swag bag and it’s perfect for running in the rain!
I picked up the pace for the four miles home. First double-digit run since the Chicago Marathon!
I can’t believe the race was two weeks ago. I still have a pretty intense post-marathon high.
Not to mention autumn-running high. Can the leaves just stay this pretty forever?
- 21st October
I took five full rest days after the marathon. I also spent the latter half of last week feeling incredibly exhausted — crashing hard at 8:30 and in bed by 9, when I normally go to sleep around 10:30.
I thought I was getting sick, but an overly paranoid trip to the doctor proved I was just fine. Honestly, I think I was extra lethargic (on top of normal marathon recovery) due to the lack of exercise!
Saturday morning was my triumphant return to running. My legs felt brand-new. Did I really just run a marathon??
It was weird to just run without a plan — no particular number of miles or pace to hit. I had been looking forward to relaxing my running after the marathon, but now I think I’ll create some sort of fitness maintenance plan to see me through the fall/winter. I actually like having a schedule to follow so I don’t have to make decisions on the fly! More on this later.
On Saturday evening, Aaron and I attended his cousin Debra’s wedding. It was a formal affair, so we got all fancy-like.
I finally got to wear my Banana Republic LBD! I’m obsessed with this dress because it’s simple and classy, yet stretchy enough so I can comfortably move and dance! I will wear it for years to come (or for as long as I can fit into it… TBD).
This pic is blurry because Aaron hates having his picture taken, but check out that natty slim-cut suit. Yow!
The wedding was at Chihuly Garden and Glass, which is directly under the Space Needle! It was a stunning setting.
The wedding guests had the opportunity to tour the Chihuly museum during the cocktail hour and reception. The blown-glass sculptures are just incredible and definitely worth a visit when you’re in Seattle!
The whole Pass family was looking spiffy for the occasion.
Aaron and his beautiful sisters, Erin and Lauren. They are his steps, but I think they look a lot alike!
Greta and I killed it on the dance floor. And by “killed it,” I mean we actually killed the art of dance. Ruined it forever. Sorry.
Our wedding is going to be so embarrassing for everyone involved. Get excited.
Congrats, Debra and Mark! What a crazy-beautiful wedding.
Just two glasses of wine and plenty of food in my belly meant that I was NOT hungover the next day, so I was up early on Sunday for a run.
Wedding cake carb-loading for the win.
Aaron and I then spent our afternoon finally shooting our engagement photos (after a year of being engaged!) with the very talented Kali Leenstra.
I was extremely nervous because I feel really awkward in front of cameras, but Kali is such a pro that I think it went well. I literally said: “We are relying on your talent to conceal our awkwardness.” No pressure!
I can’t wait to see how the photos turned out in a month or so. For now, we just have this pic that Kali snapped on her phone at the end of our session.
Fall is the best. :)
- 19th October
Chicago is one helluva town.
This race could not have gone any better. I was calm beforehand. I was on my game during. I was so elated afterward.
Did you see a girl at the finish line laughing deliriously aloud to no one? That was me. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
THE NIGHT BEFORE
Aaron, his mom Greta, his stepdad Mark, and I waited two hours to get into Kuma’s Corner for burgers. I needed to rest my legs, so we had some nice family bonding time while sitting on a dirty Chicago sidewalk. Memories!
The burger I ordered was amazing, but pretty much a gutbomb. I mean…
…yeah. I knew it might make for a horrible race, and yet I took the cheesy, creamy, medium-rare gamble. (Spoiler: It shockingly paid off. Pretzel bun for the win?)
I think I went to sleep around 10 that night and woke up at 5:15 on race morning. Our hotel, the Silversmith, was a mere two blocks from the start line at Millennium Park, but I wanted to have plenty of time to eat breakfast, digest, go to the bathroom, etc.
My breakfast was this simple, perfect meal (minus the toast) from Corner Bakery Cafe, which I had purchased the day before and stored in the mini fridge.
I had to eat it cold, but in terms of stomach-friendliness and similarity to what I would normally eat before a long run at home, it was a big win.
Since we were already so close to the start line, I made it my mission to take care of my bathroom business at the hotel so I wouldn’t need to line up for the pre-race porta potties. Another big win!
Aaron and I headed to the start line around 6:50.
The sun was rising and I was trying, rather unsuccessfully, not to cry. I always get so dang emotional before these things.
Aaron walked me as far as he could before I gave him my jacket and we said our goodbyes. More tears.
I failed to bring throwaway clothes, so I was a little chilly in the 48-degree morning air, but I quickly warmed up thanks to the mass of humanity around me. Trying to squeeze thousands of runners into a corral with a one-person-wide entrance = fun times.
I looked around Corral D a bit for Sharon, but didn’t find her, so I just stood around awkwardly and retied my left shoe about a billion times to achieve the perfect tightness. So important.
At one point an older Korean man approached me with his phone outstretched, gesturing as if he wanted me to take a picture of him… but it turned out he wanted to take a picture WITH me. Um, sure? A nearby runner proceeded to take at least 20 photos of us from different angles until the man was satisfied. He gifted me with a keychain from Korea in return, then proceeded to initiate photo shoots with other random runners in the corral.
He came all the way from Korea to run Chicago and didn’t seem to speak a word of English, but damn it, he was making friends and memories. It made my heart happy.
ERMAHGERD, THE RACE!
I expected it to take 10-15 minutes from the 7:30 gun time for me to cross the start line, but the corrals moved quickly and smoothly, and my Garmin shows that I started at 7:36!
My race plan was to run the first 20 miles or so between 9:10 and 9:15 pace, and then pick it up from there if I felt good. That was it. I truly wanted more than anything to have a good race, to feel strong and capable, and to never give up more than I wanted any specific finish time.
Mile one was a wee fast. I tried reign in my excitement and settle into an easy, steady pace.
My cheer squad first appeared at mile two!
Greta was registered to run as well, but had to drop out due to an ankle injury. I’m so grateful she still came to Chicago to have a fun vacation with us and cheer me on!
I felt great at mile two, obviously. I am that insufferable runner who is smiling in practically every race photo, but I was truly smiling much of the time during this race! I’ve read that smiling relaxes your whole body, so it’s great to bust out a grin if you feel yourself tensing up while running.
And Chicago made it easy for me — the crowds were energetic from mile one to 26, with nonstop cheering, cowbells, vuvuzelas, music, and hilarious signs (“Don’t stop running — you’re not the government!”) to keep us runners entertained. It was by far the best crowd support I’ve ever experienced, and it played a huge part in helping me stay positive and motivated throughout the race!
Love it when it looks like I’m power-walking.
Mile four was a little fast and mile six was a little slow (my slowest of the entire race), but other than that, my pace stayed steady. I took a vanilla Gu at mile 4.5 and a chocolate one at mile 9. I skipped the first few aid stations and just sipped my watermelon Nuun, but around mile 10 or so, I began grabbing water at each aid station so I could sip a little and dump the rest on my head. There were zero clouds in the sky and the sun was climbing higher above the buildings. While it was by no means hot yet, I wanted to make sure to stay cool.
The whole time, I was really looking forward to seeing Aaron and Greta again at mile 13. I had planned to take another Gu at 13.5, but started wanting it a bit earlier, so I was in the midst of eating it when I saw my cheer squad.
Even Gu does not prevent me from waving.
You may notice that I carried my sunglasses the whole time. I figured I would eventually put them on once the sun got higher, but I never did! My mighty Nuun visor was enough. And, oddly, I didn’t mind carrying them.
Mile 13 was awesome because of (a) the boost I got from seeing Aaron and Greta and (b) the fact that I crossed the 13.1 timing mat at 2:00:47, which was the moment I KNEW I could break four hours.
During my training, I tried to run a negative split for every long run to teach my body how to run faster when tired. But could I actually pull it off over 26.2 miles?
I didn’t question myself like that during this race. I knew that if I stayed positive, nothing could stop me.
I saw that my mile 13 split was a little fast and forced myself to slow down. I knew I needed to keep churning out the miles at a comfortable pace in order to save some juice for the end. I kept telling myself these things over and over:
"This is a 20-mile warmup for a 6.2-mile race."
"You have plenty of time later to pass all the people who went out too fast."
I ate my fourth Gu between miles 17 and 18. I had packed three vanilla and three chocolate into my shorts and fuel belt, but the vanilla tasted so much better to me, so I kept reaching for those all in a row.
I was nervous to hit mile 20 because that was where I fell apart during Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll. I knew if I could get through 20-22 without hitting a wall, I would be golden.
Enter: the Alexi Pappas mantras.
Alexi Pappas is a pro runner who did a series of epic cheers for her friend Jordan Hasay while she raced a 10K on the track. I have watched the video of it (seriously, watch it) numerous times and repeated some of the mantras to myself during training. They came through for me in a big way during this race.
"YOU ARE A MERMAID!"
"YOU’RE HUUUGE! YOU’RE GIGAAANTIC!"
"NEW LEGS, BABY GIRL!"
I could not believe those splits. I. Was. Killing. It.
Every time my legs started to feel tired, I just told myself, "NEW LEGS, BABY GIRL!" Also, my left IT band started to feel just a bit tight during mile 22, so I gave it a stern talking to — "Nope, not today. Absolutely not." — and then ignored it.
The last 6.2 miles are truly all mental.
I saw Aaron and Greta again at mile 21.5-ish and wanted to let them know I was having a great race, so I chose this facial expression to convey that:
Thumbs-up on one hand and Gu #5 in the other. Whole lotta crazy on the face.
Apparently Aaron’s cousin TJ, who lives in Chicago, was at mile 21 with them, but I was too cracked out on excitement to notice.
Thanks for coming, TJ!
I was shocked that I had zero stomach trouble during this race. Usually the thought of energy gel becomes completely repulsive somewhere after mile 20 and I either have to force it down or go without, but the stars aligned for me that day and made Gu taste like buttah.
Either late in mile 22 or early in 23, I ran into my Seattle friend Kristin! I was all like, “OH HAI GIRL!” and she was all like, “I’m hurting,” and I was all like, “Nooooooooo!”
I tried to be motivating without being too annoying and said something like, “We’re at Green Lake right now! We’re just running three miles around the lake! We’ve done this hundreds of times!”
We didn’t talk much, but at some point I told her I thought I could finish under four hours. Just before we reached the mile 24 marker, she said something like, “Go ahead — get your sub-four.”
I felt terrible for leaving her, but I knew it was now or never for me to kick it to the finish. (Kristin wound up PRing with a 4:05!)
I have no explanation for what follows other than that once I knew sub-four was within clear reach, I wanted it so badly. I cranked it up to suicide pace for the last few miles and never looked back.
You know how when you’re super tired, you think you’re running fast, but you’re really not? Somehow, some way, I was actually running fast.
This is why I am so proud of this race.
Pure adrenaline pushed me through these last miles. My lungs were feeling the effort, but my legs were flying. I had to weave around lots of runners who had slowed down, and I saw plenty who were walking or hunched over on the sidelines.
I felt really awful for those runners because, man, I’ve had that race. But thanks to a combination of factors under my control (good training, a positive attitude) and factors out of my control (ideal weather, strong stomach), this race, for me, was fucking unicorn magic.
I sprinted across the finish line with my arms in the air and the biggest, stupidest smile on my face. I stopped my Garmin at 3:59:17, but my official time was 3:59:13 — a nine-minute PR and sub-four by the skin of my teeth!
It actually took me a few seconds to really believe that I had done it and that I could stop running. I was afraid that my sub-four was a mistake and I actually had a little farther to go. When I realized for sure that I was truly done, that’s when I started maniacally laughing out land, completely drunk on endorphins.
Go home, Devon, you are drunk!
I was amazed by how good I felt after finishing. I have a history of winding up in the medical tent after marathons, but for the first time, I actually walked like a normal human being to get my space blanket, medal, water, swag, and a legit finisher’s photo!
Third marathon. First marathon finisher’s photo. That in itself was an achievement for me.
We all had to keep walking for-e-ver — at least a mile — to get to the area where we could meet up with our family members. I finally made my way to the big sign with the letter “P” and did not see my peeps, so I borrowed a kind stranger’s cell phone and called Aaron to make sure they knew to meet me there. It took them a while to get there after traipsing all over the course on foot. They were just about as tired and sore as I was!
Best. Spectators. Ever. And the cutest, too!
How many photos of me with my medal is too many?? OK, last one.
You deserve a medal if you made it through that recap. I hope it didn’t come off all like, “OMG I’m so amazing at marathons!!!” because I fully realize that I just happened to have a really good day, and my next marathon could just as easily be crap. (Please no.)
But, I do think it made a huge difference to focus mostly on having a good, fun race rather than hitting a specific time. Wouldn’t you know that taking my main focus off the time is what led to me hitting the time I really wanted all along.
Very clever, life. Very clever indeed.