Happy Anniversary B&B!

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It’s our 1st Anniversary!

When we took the leap of faith to launch Burpees & Bordeaux a year ago we didn’t know where it would go. We knew we wanted to share our journeys – the highs and the lows, we wanted to share solid research backed information, and we wanted to share our love for fitness (and wine). Little did we know we would connect with some of the most bad-ass women in the industry, grow not only as friends but also fitness professionals, and also expose our most vulnerable selves. We are so grateful for each and every one of you who read our blog and support us in our journey. A special shout out to our friends, our families, and significant others who support us day in and day out! Thank you to our friends at lululemon RF for letting us reach more individuals and all of the Tone It Up- Long Island girls who always come out to support us.

We love you all and can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for us!

Xo, Louise & Pam

Fitness Friday: Photo Finishes

Let’s talk about race photos. You either love them or you hate them. I am still deciding. I get excited a day or two after a race when there’s an email saying, “your race photos are ready!” But clearly I was not ready for the camera. While they are a great memory from your race, they’re not always the best shots. All my running friends out there know they have some pretty bad pictures. Take these as an example…

When you see the cameraman, things are a little different. Suddenly you perk up. Oh I love running. Running is wonderful! And you get excited- like arms flailing excited. Hands in the air, giving 2 thumbs up, and a big this-doesn’t-hurt-smile.

Don’t be shy, your friends do it, too!

It’s the ones where you don’t see the cameraman that you need to be careful. Those candid shots will get you! You are focused. An athlete concentrated on making it to the finish line and the seconds are ticking by. Sometimes things get can a little ugly.

Now, finish line photos are a whole different ballgame. You know someone is taking your picture. Somewhere… The race is over and there is water straight ahead. You are happy and relieved and tired and sweaty. Smile, you’re done!

There are the good…

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the bad…

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and the UGLY.

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OMG. THAT PICTURE. My posture… my face… PR’s hurt.

It haunts me. This photo is by far the roughest looking thing I have ever seen. And I just shared it with all of you! That, my friends, is what a PR looks like (a.k.a. death). Which brings me to my point. Since the Beach2Beacon 2015, I have set out on a quest to redeem myself in my race photos. All the pictures above were taken during races I did over the past year. It has been my mission to take a good finish line photo to make up for all the bad ones.

Tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of this picture and the opportunity for the ultimate redemption! Stay tuned for my Beach 2 Beacon 2016 race recap next week- complete with photo finish 🙂

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We couldn’t let Pam get away without sharing some race photos!

Think you have a worse race picture??? Share it with us on Instagram by using the hashtag #BBRacePhotoChallenge and tag us @burpeesandbordeaux! You will be entered to win fabulous prizes 🙂 Winner will be chosen next week!

Xoxo, Louise

 

Race Recap: Queens 10k 2016

Dear NYRR, you can do better.

I am a huge fan of the NYRR races and I have been a member for several years. I typically highlight how amazing they are from how flawlessly they run bag check to how promptly they start races. You also know from previous race recaps that it really doesn’t take a lot to satisfy me as a runner. This Saturday, however, I left disappointed.

I ran this race last year as a member of Team for Kids and I was looking forward to running it again. I learned a few lessons from last year which included making sure you buy parking it advance, arriving earlier than you usually would for a race, and be ready for the heat.

I headed into the city on Friday to pick up my race bib and a parking pass. The line wasn’t too long; I probably had about a 8 minute wait time. The first stop was to pick up your tank top (I love races that do tank tops instead of t-shirts). However, I was shocked to find that they were already out of small tanks. It didn’t affect me personally because I needed a medium, but this was pretty early on a Friday afternoon. I was surprised that they would be out of a fairly common runner size so early on. The second stop was for our bib numbers and it was smooth and fast. Third stop, parking aka the ultimate nemesis of the Queens 10k. I purchased my pass for a whopping $23 because I knew that meant I would be in Lot G and that it would allow for an easier race morning. Little did I know what would unfold the next day!

Friday night I had a concert with my best friends to see Jason Aldean. I knew that I wasn’t running the 10k for time because right now PRs are not my focus. Looking back, I should have definitely drank a little more water and charged all of my accessories like I always do before a race.

Saturday morning came and I got moving around 6:30am. My friend Amanda who was also running agreed to be at my house around 6:45am. We jetted off towards Citi Field shortly after. We made great time until we got to Citi Field around 7:40am. It was an absolute stand still, no one knew what to do next, and no one knew where to go. I didn’t panic yet because I knew where Lot G was and that we would definitely make it in time. Slowly but surely we get to the side of the stadium and I’m feeling good because Lot G is in my site. Joke is on me, because they were not letting anyone in Lot G. Nor could the attendants blocking Lot G tell me anything except to move along. So now I am upset. Why did I travel to the city to prepay for a parking pass and now I had to wait in line with everyone who didn’t prepay to go to an unknown lot. We continue to creep along as 8:30 ticks by and the race fires off. At this point I also realize my Garmin is dead, I left my Ipod at home, and I have no more water in the car. Finally we park and begin to jog to the start line. The NYRR staff was very helpful on directing us where to head and I wasn’t that upset about the warm-up because my coach wanted me to run 7 miles anyway.

The course was pretty much like I remember from last year. The weather was steamy, the course was a little tight, and I literally couldn’t wait for each mile to pass. I stopped at every water station to hydrate and tell myself it was only a 10k. I am so grateful for the water gods that sent the people with the hoses to cool us down. I also tried to keep my eyes peeled to the ground for those pesky potholes that come along. The best part of the race occurs once you make it past the highway and the scenic tour begins. You run past the Queens Museum, Citi Field, the Uni-sphere, and some remnants of the World Fair. Once you crossed the finish line it was a dead standstill with a very narrow finish chute and empty tables of water. Not exactly what a hot, tired, and sweaty runner wants to see after running a 10k.

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It was really concerning to see so many runners down. I saw around 5 runners down, some of them getting sick and others just unable to move. Luckily they were all being attended to and I was happy they were getting the help they needed. I did however spend a lot of the race contemplating what contributed to this unusually high number and to thank my body for all it does.

The best part of the race: my shiny medal, the 9+1 credit, and the Italian ice man that was 20 yards past the finish line. Marathon training kicks off in just under two weeks and I can’t wait to settle into a routine again.

**Since the race ended, NYRR has issued an apology for the parking incident and they are going to reimburse us for the parking fee. An apology can fix most relationships and I appreciate them acknowledging their mistake.

 

Have you ran the Queens 10k? What was your experience?

Xo, Pam

Race Recap: UAE Healthy Kidney 10k

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I finished.

That is about how I will summarize yesterday’s run. One of my favorite quotes when it comes to social media is “never compare your behind the scenes with someone else’s highlight reel”. We often only post the good- the PRs, the weight loss, the muscle definition- and we exclude the bad – legs that feel like lead, the emergency bathroom visits, the muscle aches and more.

Two weeks ago, I had a perfect race. I felt strong, fast, and unstoppable. I hit all of my splits and I ran my goal time. Yesterday, I just wanted to make it to the end. This past week I’ve been fighting a bit of a cold, I’ve been running on less sleep than usual, and my stress level has been a little elevated. Not only that, but I had a killer week of workouts and my body was sore and tired literally from my toes up to my the top of my head. When my alarm went off I almost hit snooze. But then I thought “why am I doing this? why did I start?”. I am trying to push my limits to become the best runner I can be and to enter marathon training season ready to do work! I also really like shiny medals and collecting dry fit shirts. So I rolled out of bed, gathered my items, and headed out to catch the 7:06am train from Lynbrook.

It was smooth sailing to get to the race start. I hopped the E train from Penn to 72nd, walked over to the bandshell to grab my bib number, checked my bag, used the porta potty, and headed to the start line. Waiting in the corral I knew I just wasn’t feeling it. My body felt heavy and tired but I told myself it was only 6 miles and to take one at a time. The gun sounded and we were off for just over one clockwise loop of the park (which is the opposite direction that I am typically used to). My body felt so tight and heavy but I tried to settle in.

IMG_1767I knew that I was going to have some hills to climb and they wasted no time starting. It wasn’t until we descended Harlem Hill and we had the climb for what felt like the entire mile 3 that my body was like “I’m over this”. I wanted to walk to be quite honest but then I found these two runners in front of me. One was an older gentleman and one was a female around my age.  They both had tanks with a slogan that I can’t quite remember but it was a program for addicts to become athletes. I’ll never know if they were running for themselves, a loved one, or just to support the cause in general, but the energy they gave off was contagious.  The gentleman was being so motivating and encouraging and every time he dropped a one liner, I pretended he was talking to me. I ran behind them for at least another mile before I realized that I was officially “the creepy girl in the purple tank running behind them that looked like she was dying”. So on a downhill I ran up beside the gentleman and was like “hey, I just wanted to thank you both for being so motivating and inspiring today. I really wanted to walk back there but instead I hung onto your energy and I really appreciate it”. Then I decided to run in their vicinity for the last mile instead of right behind them to reduce the awkward level.

The last 800m is identical to the NYC marathon finish and it really brought up a lot of emotions. It allowed me to remember the big picture and that all of these tears, sweat, and calluses are going to be worth it come November. The duo ran up beside me for the last 400m and we kicked it up a notch. Suddenly, the girl stopped running and said go ahead without me. WHAT?!?! My new gentleman friend and I turned around and we were like no way- the finish line is literally 200 yards away. This moment is really engrained in my memory.  Sometimes we fear success. What if actually achieve the things that we thought were impossible? What do we do once we have stepped into the unknown? What happens next in this unfamiliar territory? Watching her shake off her doubts and to cross that finish line together was the highlight of my day. I say it all the time but running is so much more than a physical activity. The memories and experiences I have shared on the concrete have been life changing. I’ll never know what their stories are but I know that they became a part of mine. My garmin says I finished the race with a 55:43 for 6.26 miles  and a 8:54 average pace. Post race I grabbed my bag (which NYRR does flawlessly), a frozen orangeade, and I hopped the subway back to Penn with my shiny medal in hand.

This Wednesday I jet off to Miami for my fitness retreat with the Tone It Up girls so be ready for a 305 explosion.

Xo, Pam