People, I am still not over Daylight Savings Time. I couldn’t get to sleep until 3:00 a.m. last night and woke up late this morning, missing my planned 6:15 a.m. long run with Aimee in the process. Ugh.Another negative consequence of DST continuing to kick my ass is that I’m late to the Weekend Update party. But I’m here, finally! And thanks are again in order to Tara for hosting the link-up. Please pay her a visit over at Running ‘n’ Reading.
My weekend started out fabulously with the news that my friend Katy received confirmation that the Chicago Marathon accepted her guaranteed registration entry. Hooray! This means we’ll both be there come October.
Notice I didn’t say that we’re running the Chicago Marathon together. Terrible Microsoft Paint job aside, we don’t run the same pace and she’ll likely finish with a sub-3:30. Katy is a total badass mother runner.
Some day I too hope to be a total badass mother runner (TBMR), which is one reason I continue to take Pilates group equipment classes twice weekly. I went to a class on Saturday morning even though I’d already done one during the Friday lunch-hour. Whaaa? Who am I these days?
Even more amazing was that I passed up my Saturday ritual of going to Costco with and instead took my son to a rock-climbing gym. The rain started falling on Saturday and my son, much like a puppy, needs his daily exercise. He couldn’t go play catch in the rain with my husband, so I had to get creative.
We went to Edgeworks Climbing Gym in Tacoma. I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided to participate… even though I haven’t been rock-climbing since 1999 (!) and I’ve since developed acrophobia. (I don’t know if I really have clinical acrophobia–I just know that heights freak the hell out of me.) I figured rock-climbing would just be another great arm workout on top of the 2 Pilates classes I’d taken in fewer than 24 hours.
My son and I got all rigged up in our harnesses and sweet rock-climbing shoes and then he took off, fearlessly climbing up one of the many faces in the gym. I observed him climb a couple of times before I decided to go up on my own. And you know what? I loved it!
It was thrilling and more than a little scary, especially when I reached the top of the first face, but I did it! And I learned I much prefer rock-climbing to bouldering–even though rock-climbing took me higher up, I felt more secure because I had ropes that would catch my fall. With bouldering, one wrong move or bad grip and you’re falling (no more than 8 feet, but still).
We were there for a little over and hour, at which time my hands were tired, sore, and red. It was a wonderful workout!
On Sunday, the rain fell even harder. Aimee wussed out on our planned run, so I ran solo. I dressed for a hurricane and took off, expecting to hate it–my first run in the pouring rain since probably October. I quickly surprised myself because I ended up having a blast. Listening to music helped, but it was fun to get out there and get completely drenched.
The puddles were massive.
I ran only 3 miles because that’s the only distance my coach wants me to run right now, but I ran that last quarter mile at a snappier pace than I’ve run since January. It felt great, and I didn’t experience any tweaks.
That afternoon, I went to rehearsal for Tacoma City Ballet’s “Cinderella,” which we’ll perform in mid-May. I play a guest at the royal ball, which means my costume includes a big ball gown and a powdered white wig. I know.
Well, I do love going to ballet rehearsals. Yesterday’s rehearsal was special because it was the first time we rehearsed with the other dancers in the scene. Despite rehearsing our part several times before yesterday, I experienced performance anxiety and forgot much of my part during the first run-through yesterday. Ugh. It’s a good thing we have almost 2 months left to practice!
How was your weekend? Did you run a race or run for fun? Have you ever gone rock-climbing? Have you ever done ballet?