Video killed the blogger

Two weekends ago Clay and I took Joe-bizzles to one of the walking trails at Griffy Lake and as we drove down the monstrous downgrade that lead to the lake, it suddenly occurred to me that this area would be the perfect new place to run. Aside from running on the wooded trails themselves, trying to jog up the twisted, windy road we were on would be a welcomed change for this runner girl.

I made up my mindas soon as my body was fully recuperated from the mini, I was going to attempt to run up that hilly road.

And that attempt was made last night.

Wanting to do something different for my blog and have my big, fat face showcased in motion, I came up with the genius idea of taping my "before" and "after" experience of tackling the hill and documenting how I fared with my new work out. I've only introduced hills to my running regime in the last 6 months, so while this road might look tame to all you seasoned runners out there, this was intimidating for me. My thighs typically like to be on flat, level surfaces at all times ... or in bed.

When I decided to film myself post-workout, I didn't really consider that I would be a hot, red-faced mess that could barely breath, let alone speak. Not to mention, talking to myself on camera makes me nervous. If I'm going to be rich and famous one day, I really need to work on my stage presence.

Like a true insecure athlete, I totally overestimated the length of the hill and totally underestimated my running abilities. Driving down the hill for the first time, I guesstimated that it would take me a solid 20 minutes to run up that beast and probably about 15 to run back down (when you run downhill you're not running so much as ... falling). However, it only took me between 17.5-18 minutes to run up and back and according to my GPS, each way was about 1.10 miles. Not too shabby! Actually, once I got past the first three tenths of the hill, the incline was steady and didn't feel quite so traumatizing to my legs.

Since running up and down the hill only put my mileage at about 2.25 miles, I decided to run on the wooded trail where I normally walk Joey. Surprisingly, that 1.6 mile hiking trail was far more difficult than the road (with the added hazard of tripping over exposed roots and branches). Very little of that trail is level, so for the first half of the jaunt my thighs were burning from running uphill and on the second half my thighs felt like jello as I tried to navigate the dangerously sharp drop-off. The drop-off was so steep, I had to awkwardly spread my legs and shimmy down the path like a crab so I didn't fall over.

After the trail, I continued to run around the lake to make an even 5 miles and discovered that there was an entirely different area of wooded trails and paved roads ... much, much hillier paved roads. During the last 2 minutes of my run, I approached a terrifyingly steep road that made my first hill look like a bunny slope. Running up it was so painful that I wasn't jogging so much as I was crawling in agony. But, being an internal masochist, I made the mental note to run that hill again next week.

In all, my 5 mile workout took 44 minutes and 1 second. Considering the brand new terrains I ran on, an 8:48 min/mile pace is juuuuuuuuuust fine with me. There was no walking, only crab-like scuttling on the downhill slopes of the trail. Sure, I felt ridiculously sick for the rest of the evening because my body's initial reaction to anything new is to immediately get nauseous, but it was well worth it. I feel the strongest as a runner not when I get blazingly fast finishing times, but when I push my body to the limit. I'm a bit of a fitness freak and I'm not afraid to admit it.

Looking forward to the next challenge!


  1. I LOOOOOOVE this post! The videos of you before and after were great ... you should do more things like this! And I really do wish I was as physically active as you ... as I write this ... sitting in bed on my laptop ... drinking bud light ...


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