Guess what I’m writing about? BEING TIRED. It’s an ongoing theme. That being said, I got some glorious knocked-out sleep last night (unaided by Nyquil, mind you!)…although I did wake up no less than three times in a heart racing panic thinking that someone was breaking into my apartment. Not to mention the dream where the Nazis were taking people into their camps and demanding that we all turn in our iPhones…what would social media have looked like in the 1940’s?
Well, that’s a bit off topic.
One of the main points I have to say about working night shift is that I’m tired a lot…because I haven’t mentioned that before, right? Anyway, plenty of people say, “Oh, wow, it must be REALLY easy to train with your schedule…you can always run when the sun is up!” I hate you all. But really, on my days off it is quite nice, and on the nights that I work, well, the sun is up, but it depends how tired I am. I just worked five nights in a row (never. again.), so I was all gung ho for the first two nights and then spent the next three nights on a work-eat-sleep rotation. Apologizes to my co-workers for being a bit too grumpy on that fifth night.
And because I’m grumpy (well, not so much anymore, I just drank some coffee), I’m going to share with all of you things in the running world that make me more grumpy. Because although I do think that I am a happy runner in general, sometimes not so much. Away we go, things that make me grumpy/running pet peeves.
people who run with their hair down. This less so makes me grumpy as I do not understand how you can do this. I can’t even run with my hair in a ponytail because that annoys me, my hair must be tied up as tight as possible in a bun/knot/French braids etc.
the emphasis on looking cute while running. My running clothes might not match. I might wear the same San Francisco Ambassador shirt/Boston/Nuun Hood to Coast shirt over and over and over again. (Without washing most of the time…sorry?) I don’t need frills or ruffles on my running tights. I don’t want flowers on my shirt. The sparkly headband is just to keep my bangs out of my eyes. I sometimes look like death in my race pictures because if you’re dropping race pace (especially in shorter races…), I’m be impressed if you can still look cute because I certainly do not. And most importantly…
the increasing list of running “essentials.” One of my favorite things about running is how simple it is. I like that I can walk out my door and just go. I’ve seen some lists on the internet/blogs about people’s running essentials. These lists include anything from running shoes (agreed) to compression gear (ehhh). I’m not fully sold on the use of compression gear (especially when comparing how compression-y [it’s a real word, I’m a nurse, okay?] [okay, mm Hg…] they are to my medical grade stuff) for most people. It certainly isn’t an essential. Things that I consider essential: Shoes, whatever works best for you whether it’s Brooks (my favorite!) or Vibrams (if you must…). If you’re female: a sports bra (for obvious reasons). That’s it. Otherwise, just get out the door. I like my Garmin but I could obviously run without one.
gear getting fancier and fancier. Trust me, I love my sweat wicking material clothes. They really are fantastic, and I have a nice pair of running socks (meaning…thin as possible, just like I like my men) that I like. However, I started my running career in cotton tshirts and Soffe shorts. (Anyone remember those?) And you know what? I survived. I still ran fast, and I actually kind of liked when my shirt was impossibly heavy from being full of sweat. Badge of honor. You don’t NEED Dri-fit clothes. You don’t NEED the fancy socks. You just NEED to get out the door.
My first marathon…in a cotton shirt.
taking pictures on the run. I’m going to assume that this is a function of social media/blogging and the ease of having a phone with you that takes pictures. Before Facebook/blogging/Instagram took off, I’m pretty sure people didn’t run with cameras to show everyone that they ran along the Hudson. Maybe they did, I have no idea. Are you running in a new city? Okay, fine, snap some shots. A pretty run you want pictures of? Great. Your four mile route you run every day and could run with your eyes closed? STOP THE PRESSES. Literally. Just run, you don’t always need a picture to prove it.
people who cannot deal with being passed. This mainly applies to the men of the world. Guess what? We all run different paces. Sometimes, some of us are doing recovery runs. Other people are doing speed work. We pass each other. If I run by you, then you speed up to run by me, I get your little trick, and I bet you’re not doing a fartlek. Calm down everyone, pace is personal.
not paying attention while wearing headphones. Studies have been done that show that more people get hit by cars while wearing headphones. SHOCKING. Right? My own personal study shows that I’m more likely to run into you if you’re wearing headphones because you don’t hear someone coming behind you when you decide to change your course or make a turn, etc. Be aware of your surroundings, it’s important! (And that car will cause you much more trouble than I will…)
running six-across. I run with friends often. Sometimes, big groups of us run together. I started my running years on the junior year and high school teams where I learned to run in two person lines. When we had more space, we’d sometimes run three or four across (so crazy, I know) and refer to ourselves as a semi-truck because we took up so much room. In other news, don’t do that. Be respectful of others in the road, especially on busy time in your local running place. (For me, that’s Central Park when EVERYONE is training for fall marathons. I will not comment further on the charity groups that seem to take up the entire road. Oops, I just did. Sorry.)
hydration/fueling obsessions. Guess what? Staying hydrated is important. So is fueling properly. I will drink my nuun and water. On long runs (like 14 miles and up-ish), I will take some fuel. Anything below that and we all need to calm down. Don’t wear a Camelbak. Don’t take a gel before the Fifth Ave Mile. (Seriously, saw it happen.) Don’t blame a bad workout or race on the fact that you ate Goldfish crackers the night before, and that was a “new food.”
stopping in the middle of a road/race/at a water station. Betsy talked about this during our last run together, which happened to be during the ten miler in Central Park. You know when you’re coming through a water station and the runner in front of you comes to a dead stop/walk and you nearly plow into them? That’s not fun for either of you, right? First of all, if you’re coming to a stop/walk, look behind you first and maybe pull over to the side as necessary. Second (and lastly?), some time ago, people would put their hand in the air to signal that they’re going to stop as a warning to people behind them. LET’S BRING THAT BACK. Okay? Starting right now. Practice it on your run tonight as you approach stop lights or something.
Well friends, that’s off to a nice start and I feel better getting that off my chest. But you know what? I love running so much that these things don’t bother me that much, and running in general makes me less grumpy. After five night shifts, I had last night off and then I’m back for one night tonight then off for almost a week. That’s nice. I slept for a few hours after getting off work yesterday then work up and got ready to run. As I was drinking my coffee, my fellow UESer Abbe asked if I was running before work. Well, no…because I’m not working, but I am running soon!
After finishing my coffee and changing out of my pajamas and into my running clothes, I met Abbe for her four mile speed workout (at her half marathon pace) followed by the rest of my long run for the week. Since working all weekend isn’t conducive to a long run and I needed a cut back week, I did 12 miles. My legs were definitely tired and running 7:30’s with Abbe didn’t feel as easy as I would have hoped, but you can’t beat this:
Shorts weather in January. 12 miles feeling easy at just under eight minute pace. I’m a fan. It’s even warmer right now…56 and cloudy, so I’m about to head out for an easy eight. It will be glorious…then one more night of work. I can do anything for twelve hours.
Tell me…your running pet peeves? I can’t be the only one…