Monday, September 22, 2014
We have Twitter!
Andrew and I are now on Twitter together! In additional to our individual accounts (I'm @nessabegood and he's @215fitness), we have added @AndrewNVanessa. Why? We are making strides towards our wedding plans! Sure, some items are a little more critical like maybe an officiant, BUT our new account will allow our tech savvy guests to get play by play updates. We also offer witty commentary and maybe an occasional photo. What more can you ask for? Consider following us.
In our other wedding planning news, we have crossed off a few things from the list. We have a wedding website, a venue, a date, and we booked our fabulous photgraphers Wil and Gen of Reiner Photography. I can now be rest assured that pictures of whatever this amounts to will be fabulous.
Our list of to do's is extensive, but I am not pressured with practically a year to go, and other priorities on my mind like hello have you seen these shirts?
I am loving this and plan to make my own. It takes the guess work out of trying to remember when I use one or two e's. And with nearly a year to wear it I think I will get enough use out of it.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Our First Long Run
I feel like the recap of Andrew and I's first long run could also be an article on "How not to do a long run" or "How one poorly planned long run can lead to intense dehydration and heat exhaustion." The good news is we survived and neither of us went to the hospital! The bad news is, we had a horrible post workout.
So let me set the stage, it was one of the hottest days of August and intensely humid. Knowing this, we postponed our run an hour. Yeah... that made pretty much little to no difference in the conditions outside. We also did not hydrate well before our run. The day before we had been at the beach and the hours leading up to the run we maybe had 40-50 ounces each. Not a good recipe for a successful 13 miler.
Andrew set the course on map my run as usual, and the route had as pretty much running North East Philly from south to north, then west to east. I set the pace of our runs and knowing we had a long journey ahead and may be mentally out of our comfort zone I was pretty conservative. We started out great. When we were nearing the halfway point I felt like our slow starting pace really allowed me to get my second wind.
However, the heat was doing its work and by the time we were nearing a stretch of road near a Wawa I was scouring the ground for change to buy water. (Note to self: Always bring cash on long runs) Andrew and I settled for a bathroom break and some water to splash on our faces. Clearly we thought we were superheroes with incredible endurance to not take that as a sign we should head home.
We pressed on and by the last three-five mile stretch we were taking a lot of walking breaks. It was hard for me not to find an excuse not to stop. "Oh I have to change the playlist on my ipod." "We have to watch for that car going 10 mph a mile down the road." "Hill!" Still determined, we did more than a jog back the last 1000 yards or so until we got to the house.
Andrew could not get the door unlocked fast enough, first thing I did was sit down and remove shoes. My feet looked pretty massacred for the longest run I've done in my minimalist sneakers. I had blisters on the insides of my feet and the tops of several toes, not to mention the just throbbing pain. Nothing, however, was as driving as the thirst. And yet, as hot as I was, it was a struggle to drink a good amount of cold water. My body was just screaming for me to rest so in between swigs of room temp water Andrew and I managed to lie on the floor.
We felt terrible, not how you should feel after an amazing accomplishment like running nearly a half marathon. Our bodies were revolting on us, tired and most of all thirsty. I could barely eat more than a nice cold peach from the fridge and some saltines. I made myself get in the shower where I spent most of my time letting the water run on my sore muscles while trying to keep my very blistered and bleeding feet away from the water that felt like alcohol on an open wound.
We decided we couldn't do much more than go to bed. I drank a ton of water and despite it being 78 degrees in the house was bundled up in my winter robe. I felt like I had the worst hangover of my life, complete with nausea that eventually led to actual vomiting just before I settled in for the night.
We had all the signs of dehydration but luckily felt 100% better when we got up the next day. Now we've done our research and completed a successful 11 mile run with minimal recourse. I'll recap that one in the coming days. Consider this post a warning and lesson in what could go wrong without preparation, it definitely taught us a lot!
So let me set the stage, it was one of the hottest days of August and intensely humid. Knowing this, we postponed our run an hour. Yeah... that made pretty much little to no difference in the conditions outside. We also did not hydrate well before our run. The day before we had been at the beach and the hours leading up to the run we maybe had 40-50 ounces each. Not a good recipe for a successful 13 miler.
Andrew set the course on map my run as usual, and the route had as pretty much running North East Philly from south to north, then west to east. I set the pace of our runs and knowing we had a long journey ahead and may be mentally out of our comfort zone I was pretty conservative. We started out great. When we were nearing the halfway point I felt like our slow starting pace really allowed me to get my second wind.
However, the heat was doing its work and by the time we were nearing a stretch of road near a Wawa I was scouring the ground for change to buy water. (Note to self: Always bring cash on long runs) Andrew and I settled for a bathroom break and some water to splash on our faces. Clearly we thought we were superheroes with incredible endurance to not take that as a sign we should head home.
We pressed on and by the last three-five mile stretch we were taking a lot of walking breaks. It was hard for me not to find an excuse not to stop. "Oh I have to change the playlist on my ipod." "We have to watch for that car going 10 mph a mile down the road." "Hill!" Still determined, we did more than a jog back the last 1000 yards or so until we got to the house.
Andrew could not get the door unlocked fast enough, first thing I did was sit down and remove shoes. My feet looked pretty massacred for the longest run I've done in my minimalist sneakers. I had blisters on the insides of my feet and the tops of several toes, not to mention the just throbbing pain. Nothing, however, was as driving as the thirst. And yet, as hot as I was, it was a struggle to drink a good amount of cold water. My body was just screaming for me to rest so in between swigs of room temp water Andrew and I managed to lie on the floor.
We felt terrible, not how you should feel after an amazing accomplishment like running nearly a half marathon. Our bodies were revolting on us, tired and most of all thirsty. I could barely eat more than a nice cold peach from the fridge and some saltines. I made myself get in the shower where I spent most of my time letting the water run on my sore muscles while trying to keep my very blistered and bleeding feet away from the water that felt like alcohol on an open wound.
We decided we couldn't do much more than go to bed. I drank a ton of water and despite it being 78 degrees in the house was bundled up in my winter robe. I felt like I had the worst hangover of my life, complete with nausea that eventually led to actual vomiting just before I settled in for the night.
We had all the signs of dehydration but luckily felt 100% better when we got up the next day. Now we've done our research and completed a successful 11 mile run with minimal recourse. I'll recap that one in the coming days. Consider this post a warning and lesson in what could go wrong without preparation, it definitely taught us a lot!
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