Weight loss is a funny thing. It's so easy to gain the poundage and such a struggle to lose it. I haven't been one to really write about my own issues with weight, aside from saying I gained some from having kids and yadda yadda yadda. Who doesn't?
A few months ago, I got on the scale and realized that I wasn't happy. It wasn't just a number that made me unhappy. It was the realization that I was just doing enough to get by and to maintain wherever I was at the time. I knew that I could do more and I was determined to do more. So, I started running again. Running was never really an easy feat for me. But this time, I was determined to do it right. I know that running 3 miles does NOT equal deep-fried chimichanga goodness (or badness as the case may be). I started making the little changes in eating. Instead of buying cookies and sweet stuff at the store, I'd buy more fruit and veggies at the store. I realized that I have a sadist love/hate relationship with brussels sprouts. For example, I loathe them when they're bitter. But I have to keep eating them to find the ones that I love that aren't bitter. There's a glimpse into the inner workings of my brain. I also found that whenever we go out to eat, it's okay not to eat everything, and probably better that I don't. It's okay to have whatever it is that I want...so long as it's in moderation.
It's not always easy. In fact, there are days when all I want is to lay on the couch, eat chocolate an watch my soaps. But I know that it doesn't do me any good. I've also learned to not beat myself up whenever the best laid plans go astray. For example, yesterday I wanted to run 6 miles in the morning. However, I woke up and realized that it wasn't going to happen. I haven't been sleeping so great and I was exhausted. I actually slept well, but I was just bone tired still. So I didn't run the 6 miles. Chalk it up to life happening. I'll do 3 later on this afternoon and feel good about it. I've decided that if I start training for the San Antonio marathon and I'm just not feeling the full, then I can always run the half and I'll still live and still be happy about it.
The other day my mom and I went shopping. I had looked in my suitcase and thought about the clothes that I had back home and found that most of my shirts are either race t-shirts (the "hey-look-at-me-I-ran-a-5K/10K/Half-Marathon/etc." kind of shirt) or just beat up not so nice shirts. As I was trying on different shirts in the stores, I had to buy a size smaller in all of the shirts. It was a good feeling. We went into another store and found a really cute pair of trouser jeans. I don't have any and had been wanting some for awhile. The saleswoman recommended trying them on a size smaller than what you'd normally wear. I thought surely she'd be kidding, so I grabbed my normal size and the size smaller. Well whaddaya know...she was right. I looked at the tag and was shocked. I hadn't worn this size since Mark and I got married 10 years ago. Now I really didn't need the jeans, but hey, when it's a single digit size...I needed the jeans.
This blog isn't intended to be a pat on my back or brag about losing weight, so I'm sorry if I've offended or come across a bit conceited. The running has helped me gain my self-confidence back and helped realize that I really can do whatever it is that I set my mind to. I've lost weight before and gained it all back and thensome. This time is different. I feel like I have the tools in my pocket to keep it off and to keep my life going in the right direction. Whenever I see a number on the scale, I'm pretty sure that it will be the last time that I see it. To date, I have lost 15 pounds and with about 10 more to go. :)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Strange Closure
I'm trying not to blog for every single run, but today has been a really interesting day for me. It's been one of those days where everything seems to come full circle and I realize how grateful I am to be where I am. Let me rewind a little bit.
January 22, 2009. Yep. I'm going waaay back to the beginning of this horrid year. I don't know about you, but this hasn't really been the best year. This date is one that will stick with me probably for the rest of my life. It is the day that God and all of my guardian angels were looking down on me. That Thursday morning started off like any other morning. I left the house with both kids in tow and picked up Gavin's friend, as it was my morning to take the boys to school. I decided that morning to take an on ramp that I usually avoid like the plague. I don't know why I took it and to this day, I still can't tell you why I took it. As I got on the on ramp, there was a car that was stopped on the on ramp. Traffic is usually pretty bad on I-20 in the mornings and that morning wasn't any different. For some reason, I thought that I could merge around the stopped car and on to the freeway. I looked behind me, hesitated for a second and then gunned it...thinking that I would have enough time. I was wrong.
I was hit by an 18-wheeler on the driver's side. The 18-wheeler was going about 60 miles an hour. I was going about 30. The force of the impact sent my 4Runner spinning. I swung around, hit the stopped vehicle on the on ramp, spun around 2 more times before stopping short of an embankment. The 18-wheeler went down the embankment and stopped short of going head first into a ditch. Traffic on the freeway came to a dead stop. I looked in my backseat and immediately checked on the kids. I was so grateful that they were all okay. Both of my kids and Gavin's friend were okay. I stepped out of my car and surveyed the damage. I had never in my life been in something like this, let alone be the CAUSE of something this bad. Two people came running up to me and I could hear the sirens in the distance. I was shaking and could only say that I was so sorry and ask if anyone had been hurt or killed. I was completely shocked when all of the parties involved WALKED AWAY from their vehicles. No one had been seriously injured. God and my angels watched over me that day. I was lucky to be alive and so very lucky that my kids, Gav's friend and the other 2 drivers were also alive. Needless to say, this is something that has stayed with me over the past year and is something that I don't know I'll ever completely get over. I have not blogged about it until now because of insurance settlement reasons and because of my shame and embarassment. It isn't something that I'm proud of.
Fast forward to today. We were on our way to drop off some things at a consignment shop and then possibly meet up with some old friends that were in town for the Aggies/Georgia game for lunch. We were 3rd in line at a stop sign when the person in front of us plowed into the back of the person in front of her. We immediately pulled over to make sure that everyone was okay. The driver that hit the car was shaking badly and had injured her left leg, neck and back. The driver of the car that was hit stated that she felt all right. We stayed until the police came and Mark wrote a statement for the police report. It's just amazing how one distraction or one stupid decision can impact so many different things and so many different people. We weren't able to meet our friends for lunch, however, on the way back we took I-20. I asked Mark to drive by the scene of my accident, as I haven't had the courage to drive by it since it happened. As we approached the scene, a very similar incident took place and the vehicles in front of us almost merged into each other. Kind of eerie, but it was good closure for me.
What does this have to do with a run? It has everything to do with it. The accident came 8 days before my first marathon. I didn't know if I could go through with it and I didn't know what to do. I have an amazing support system. People supported me in my most stupid and shameful moment. It also reminded me that I am still alive and able to run. Today's run was not a great run. Every joint in my body hurt and I feel like crap. But I'm alive and able to feel like crap. I'm alive and able to say, "Crap run today, but there will be a better one next time."
January 22, 2009. Yep. I'm going waaay back to the beginning of this horrid year. I don't know about you, but this hasn't really been the best year. This date is one that will stick with me probably for the rest of my life. It is the day that God and all of my guardian angels were looking down on me. That Thursday morning started off like any other morning. I left the house with both kids in tow and picked up Gavin's friend, as it was my morning to take the boys to school. I decided that morning to take an on ramp that I usually avoid like the plague. I don't know why I took it and to this day, I still can't tell you why I took it. As I got on the on ramp, there was a car that was stopped on the on ramp. Traffic is usually pretty bad on I-20 in the mornings and that morning wasn't any different. For some reason, I thought that I could merge around the stopped car and on to the freeway. I looked behind me, hesitated for a second and then gunned it...thinking that I would have enough time. I was wrong.
I was hit by an 18-wheeler on the driver's side. The 18-wheeler was going about 60 miles an hour. I was going about 30. The force of the impact sent my 4Runner spinning. I swung around, hit the stopped vehicle on the on ramp, spun around 2 more times before stopping short of an embankment. The 18-wheeler went down the embankment and stopped short of going head first into a ditch. Traffic on the freeway came to a dead stop. I looked in my backseat and immediately checked on the kids. I was so grateful that they were all okay. Both of my kids and Gavin's friend were okay. I stepped out of my car and surveyed the damage. I had never in my life been in something like this, let alone be the CAUSE of something this bad. Two people came running up to me and I could hear the sirens in the distance. I was shaking and could only say that I was so sorry and ask if anyone had been hurt or killed. I was completely shocked when all of the parties involved WALKED AWAY from their vehicles. No one had been seriously injured. God and my angels watched over me that day. I was lucky to be alive and so very lucky that my kids, Gav's friend and the other 2 drivers were also alive. Needless to say, this is something that has stayed with me over the past year and is something that I don't know I'll ever completely get over. I have not blogged about it until now because of insurance settlement reasons and because of my shame and embarassment. It isn't something that I'm proud of.
Fast forward to today. We were on our way to drop off some things at a consignment shop and then possibly meet up with some old friends that were in town for the Aggies/Georgia game for lunch. We were 3rd in line at a stop sign when the person in front of us plowed into the back of the person in front of her. We immediately pulled over to make sure that everyone was okay. The driver that hit the car was shaking badly and had injured her left leg, neck and back. The driver of the car that was hit stated that she felt all right. We stayed until the police came and Mark wrote a statement for the police report. It's just amazing how one distraction or one stupid decision can impact so many different things and so many different people. We weren't able to meet our friends for lunch, however, on the way back we took I-20. I asked Mark to drive by the scene of my accident, as I haven't had the courage to drive by it since it happened. As we approached the scene, a very similar incident took place and the vehicles in front of us almost merged into each other. Kind of eerie, but it was good closure for me.
What does this have to do with a run? It has everything to do with it. The accident came 8 days before my first marathon. I didn't know if I could go through with it and I didn't know what to do. I have an amazing support system. People supported me in my most stupid and shameful moment. It also reminded me that I am still alive and able to run. Today's run was not a great run. Every joint in my body hurt and I feel like crap. But I'm alive and able to feel like crap. I'm alive and able to say, "Crap run today, but there will be a better one next time."
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Channeling Your Inner Sailor...
Three simple words: Play. Mario. Kart.
Flashback to 1997. The era of boy bands like N'Sync and Backstreet Boys and the rise of Britney Spears. The light in that darkness was the advent of the N64 by Nintendo. Along with that came a fabulous racing game called Mario Kart. I remember the first time I played it. My friend, Jody, was a Resident Advisor for one of the floors that a majority of my friends lived on. Since he had the distinguished honor of being an RA, he also had the power of persuasion and managed to get his hands on the keys/code to one of the conference rooms in a building. So, what does one do when wielding such power?? Have a Mario Kart party, duh! He is quite tech savvy and managed to feed it through a projector, so the screen was the size of the wall. It was awesome. We all took turns and it introduced me to something else: the mouth of a Mario Kart player.
When one plays Mario Kart, it's as if that person becomes possessed by a potty-mouthed sailor. I never thought it actually would happen, but alas...it does. When you get a bunch of college kids together, add in your beverage of choice (generally alcoholic) and Mario Kart, you get what could be considered the best naval recruits ever. Words and phrases fly out that would make Andrew Dice Clay blush...(e.i. Your mom's a wh*re and her cookies suck., Your a$$ is grass and I'm the lawnmower, etc.--these are two examples of the more moderate phrases). It made for good times.
Fast forward to 2008. Most of us have graduated, married, had a couple of kids and moved on in life. However, we all learn that most of us have the new Nintendo gaming system--the Wii. We also learn that Mario Kart will be released in this year for the Wii. What is even better is that we can race against each other via the wonders of wireless internet capabilities...no matter where in the world we are...we can race. Oh how wondrous it is to be a college nerd all over again!!! We buy the Kart and race...and what do you know? Those blushy-make-you-want-to-wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap phrases rear their big, ugly heads all over again. What's the big deal?? The big deal is that unbeknown to you, your then 5-year old is still awake of 8:30pm in his room and can hear you yelling at the top of your lungs. Yes, dear friends, in those moments, we are the parents that we gawk at in Wal-Mart. The ones that inadvertently teach our kid horrible phrases.
Gavin loved Mario Kart and he's quite good at it. However, he has a real knack for recalling things that are said. For example, in sheer frustration during one race, he yelled, "DAMMIT!!!" at the top of his lungs. We turned off the TV and he burst into tears. We had the "bad word/language" discussion with him and then secretly vowed to either wait until he is fully asleep to play or just try to watch our own language. It worked well until this evening...when out of his mouth we hear, "I'm on you, b!tch!!". We stopped the game and asked him what he said. He tells us that he said, "I'm on you, Peach!" and we have him say it so we can tell if he's lying to us. Since we've been living in South, our kids have grown into the southern accent. Turns out that with his little bitty twang, the word "B!tch" and "Peach" really do sound one in the same. Poor kid.
So lesson for the evening is two-fold: 1) If you ever need to learn how to speak the language of dirty comics or dirty sailors, play Mario Kart. 2) Be careful of what you say...it really will come back to haunt you.
Flashback to 1997. The era of boy bands like N'Sync and Backstreet Boys and the rise of Britney Spears. The light in that darkness was the advent of the N64 by Nintendo. Along with that came a fabulous racing game called Mario Kart. I remember the first time I played it. My friend, Jody, was a Resident Advisor for one of the floors that a majority of my friends lived on. Since he had the distinguished honor of being an RA, he also had the power of persuasion and managed to get his hands on the keys/code to one of the conference rooms in a building. So, what does one do when wielding such power?? Have a Mario Kart party, duh! He is quite tech savvy and managed to feed it through a projector, so the screen was the size of the wall. It was awesome. We all took turns and it introduced me to something else: the mouth of a Mario Kart player.
When one plays Mario Kart, it's as if that person becomes possessed by a potty-mouthed sailor. I never thought it actually would happen, but alas...it does. When you get a bunch of college kids together, add in your beverage of choice (generally alcoholic) and Mario Kart, you get what could be considered the best naval recruits ever. Words and phrases fly out that would make Andrew Dice Clay blush...(e.i. Your mom's a wh*re and her cookies suck., Your a$$ is grass and I'm the lawnmower, etc.--these are two examples of the more moderate phrases). It made for good times.
Fast forward to 2008. Most of us have graduated, married, had a couple of kids and moved on in life. However, we all learn that most of us have the new Nintendo gaming system--the Wii. We also learn that Mario Kart will be released in this year for the Wii. What is even better is that we can race against each other via the wonders of wireless internet capabilities...no matter where in the world we are...we can race. Oh how wondrous it is to be a college nerd all over again!!! We buy the Kart and race...and what do you know? Those blushy-make-you-want-to-wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap phrases rear their big, ugly heads all over again. What's the big deal?? The big deal is that unbeknown to you, your then 5-year old is still awake of 8:30pm in his room and can hear you yelling at the top of your lungs. Yes, dear friends, in those moments, we are the parents that we gawk at in Wal-Mart. The ones that inadvertently teach our kid horrible phrases.
Gavin loved Mario Kart and he's quite good at it. However, he has a real knack for recalling things that are said. For example, in sheer frustration during one race, he yelled, "DAMMIT!!!" at the top of his lungs. We turned off the TV and he burst into tears. We had the "bad word/language" discussion with him and then secretly vowed to either wait until he is fully asleep to play or just try to watch our own language. It worked well until this evening...when out of his mouth we hear, "I'm on you, b!tch!!". We stopped the game and asked him what he said. He tells us that he said, "I'm on you, Peach!" and we have him say it so we can tell if he's lying to us. Since we've been living in South, our kids have grown into the southern accent. Turns out that with his little bitty twang, the word "B!tch" and "Peach" really do sound one in the same. Poor kid.
So lesson for the evening is two-fold: 1) If you ever need to learn how to speak the language of dirty comics or dirty sailors, play Mario Kart. 2) Be careful of what you say...it really will come back to haunt you.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Third Time's a Charm?
High-ho, it's off to the gym I go! Mush! Tally-ho! No pain, no gain! Suck it up!!
There are so many different euphemisms that can be used to try and give yourself motivation to hit up the gym. I'll admit it. I fell off the fitness wagon. Okay, maybe not so much of a fall as a flat-out refusal to jump back on the wagon in the first place. They always say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Fitness speaking, I must be well on my way. :)
I've found that motivation is really my biggest issue. I need to have an end goal and then have another goal following that. It's kind of a vicious cycle really, but I think it may be the only way to keep me on track. In order to kick start myself, I decided to sign up for the Get Fit! Challenge on base. It's a 12 week program designed to help you make better eating choices and to help kick start more physical activity. I did it last year and I enjoyed it. They changed it up a bit this year, but the overall goals are the same. I also decided to sign up for a half marathon. I loved the first half of the Mardi Gras Marathon, so I went ahead and signed up for the half. I also found out that the Rock N' Roll franchise is going to be taking over the Marathon, so it will be it's inaugural year. How cool is that? I ran the last MGM and get to run in the first RNR MGM! :)
So wherein lies the problem? In the fact that my wide bottom has been quite happy sitting on the couch the summer. However, there were a few people on Biggest Loser last night that had really motivating and relatable stories. There was a gal (Abby) that has been through a horrific event. 2 years ago, she was a wife and a mother to a 5 year old daughter and a 2 week old son. Then, in the blink of an eye, her husband and children were killed in a horrible traffic accident. Yet, she has the courage to get up in the morning and to want to make a difference in her life...including losing weight and getting healthy. There was another guy that was a football player and once he stopped playing football, he kept eating like he was playing...thus gaining weight. I am so in awe of Abby and her strength and determination. If she can get up everyday and make the choice to do something good for herself, then there is no reason why I can't either. I can relate to the football guy...when training for a marathon, you have to eat carbs to help with your energy stores. When you aren't training, you don't need as much food. Unfortunately, my brain didn't get that memo. Either that or it did get and just chose to throw it away.
This morning, I got up, dropped my kiddos off at school (one kicking and screaming) and did something to better myself. I went to the gym. I jogged for 2 miles and thought I was going to die. It made me sad that I have let myself get so out of shape, but it made me that much more determined to get back into shape. I did weight training and although my arms and legs are like jello, I know that it will be worth it in the end. It's always painful jumping back on the wagon. But at least it slowed down long enough for me to jump back on.
There are so many different euphemisms that can be used to try and give yourself motivation to hit up the gym. I'll admit it. I fell off the fitness wagon. Okay, maybe not so much of a fall as a flat-out refusal to jump back on the wagon in the first place. They always say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Fitness speaking, I must be well on my way. :)
I've found that motivation is really my biggest issue. I need to have an end goal and then have another goal following that. It's kind of a vicious cycle really, but I think it may be the only way to keep me on track. In order to kick start myself, I decided to sign up for the Get Fit! Challenge on base. It's a 12 week program designed to help you make better eating choices and to help kick start more physical activity. I did it last year and I enjoyed it. They changed it up a bit this year, but the overall goals are the same. I also decided to sign up for a half marathon. I loved the first half of the Mardi Gras Marathon, so I went ahead and signed up for the half. I also found out that the Rock N' Roll franchise is going to be taking over the Marathon, so it will be it's inaugural year. How cool is that? I ran the last MGM and get to run in the first RNR MGM! :)
So wherein lies the problem? In the fact that my wide bottom has been quite happy sitting on the couch the summer. However, there were a few people on Biggest Loser last night that had really motivating and relatable stories. There was a gal (Abby) that has been through a horrific event. 2 years ago, she was a wife and a mother to a 5 year old daughter and a 2 week old son. Then, in the blink of an eye, her husband and children were killed in a horrible traffic accident. Yet, she has the courage to get up in the morning and to want to make a difference in her life...including losing weight and getting healthy. There was another guy that was a football player and once he stopped playing football, he kept eating like he was playing...thus gaining weight. I am so in awe of Abby and her strength and determination. If she can get up everyday and make the choice to do something good for herself, then there is no reason why I can't either. I can relate to the football guy...when training for a marathon, you have to eat carbs to help with your energy stores. When you aren't training, you don't need as much food. Unfortunately, my brain didn't get that memo. Either that or it did get and just chose to throw it away.
This morning, I got up, dropped my kiddos off at school (one kicking and screaming) and did something to better myself. I went to the gym. I jogged for 2 miles and thought I was going to die. It made me sad that I have let myself get so out of shape, but it made me that much more determined to get back into shape. I did weight training and although my arms and legs are like jello, I know that it will be worth it in the end. It's always painful jumping back on the wagon. But at least it slowed down long enough for me to jump back on.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Joni Mitchell Had it Right...
...when she wrote/sang, "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got, 'til it's gone..."
It's so easy to get caught up in life. We work. We play. We travel. We make money. We lose money. We pay bills. Such a seemingly endless cycle and what a vicious cycle! How few and far between it is that we really stop and think.
There are days that I whine about having to get up at the buttcrack of dawn. Days when my kids drive me crazy with incessant questions and talking. Days when work seems almost endless. Days when my husband doesn't come home until sundown or later. Days when I get angry because I meant to do something, but didn't do it. Days when things don't go the way that *I* want them too.
But then some things happened. Life changing things happened. Not to me directly, but to people that I love and I care about. I felt so helpless and so powerless to stop the chain of events that inevitably follow. My mind became mush because I wanted so much to be there, to try and take away their pain and to try and make it better--even if it can't be made better right away. I needed to stop, think and put things in perspective.
Sure I have to get up early, but I am so grateful that I wake up every morning. Every day is a new day...full of hope and full of possibilities. My children drive me b-a-n-a-n-a-s, but I'm so grateful that I was able to have them; that I can hear them; and that they still have the innocent curiosity about them. Work is busy, but I am grateful to have a job when so many others may not or may be struggling. My husband may come home late, but I'm grateful that I have him in my life and that he IS able to come home at all. So many of my friends and family do not have that choice right now--their spouses are NOT able to come tonight, tomorrow night or the next night...maybe in a few weeks or months. I shouldn't get angry at the things that I can't or didn't do, but be happy for the things that I did do and still can do. Things won't always go the way that *I* want them too, but that's the beauty about life--it's not about me, it's about ALL of us. :)
Instead of looking at life wistfully and longingly for the things that we don't have, we should be looking at it as being full of possibility and grateful for whatever it is that we DO have. Sometimes when you don't realize how much you have when you have it, you miss it that much more when it is gone.
It's so easy to get caught up in life. We work. We play. We travel. We make money. We lose money. We pay bills. Such a seemingly endless cycle and what a vicious cycle! How few and far between it is that we really stop and think.
There are days that I whine about having to get up at the buttcrack of dawn. Days when my kids drive me crazy with incessant questions and talking. Days when work seems almost endless. Days when my husband doesn't come home until sundown or later. Days when I get angry because I meant to do something, but didn't do it. Days when things don't go the way that *I* want them too.
But then some things happened. Life changing things happened. Not to me directly, but to people that I love and I care about. I felt so helpless and so powerless to stop the chain of events that inevitably follow. My mind became mush because I wanted so much to be there, to try and take away their pain and to try and make it better--even if it can't be made better right away. I needed to stop, think and put things in perspective.
Sure I have to get up early, but I am so grateful that I wake up every morning. Every day is a new day...full of hope and full of possibilities. My children drive me b-a-n-a-n-a-s, but I'm so grateful that I was able to have them; that I can hear them; and that they still have the innocent curiosity about them. Work is busy, but I am grateful to have a job when so many others may not or may be struggling. My husband may come home late, but I'm grateful that I have him in my life and that he IS able to come home at all. So many of my friends and family do not have that choice right now--their spouses are NOT able to come tonight, tomorrow night or the next night...maybe in a few weeks or months. I shouldn't get angry at the things that I can't or didn't do, but be happy for the things that I did do and still can do. Things won't always go the way that *I* want them too, but that's the beauty about life--it's not about me, it's about ALL of us. :)
Instead of looking at life wistfully and longingly for the things that we don't have, we should be looking at it as being full of possibility and grateful for whatever it is that we DO have. Sometimes when you don't realize how much you have when you have it, you miss it that much more when it is gone.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Man down!
Distance: 2.02 miles
Time: Didn't pay attention
Route: Treadmill
I have been having trouble with my right knee again. That little booger has been giving me trouble since about November. When I ran the marathon, it flared up at mile 9 and went numb at mile 14. At mile 22, everything started to hurt, so nothing really mattered. :) Well, it's been 3 months since then and it's still giving me issues. So, tonight, I decided to go ahead and walk on the treadmill - but on an incline--8%. We have no hills in Shreveport. Okay, I lie. We have at least one decent hill by Gavin's school in the South Highlands area. But, it's a pain in the ass to get to, so the treadmill it is.
I started up and it was decently busy in the gym. I've had a lot of mental issues as well, lately. Not crazy issues, but just a lot of thoughts..."Do I really want to do another one?" "Should I run Bay to Breakers?" "Should I walk it?" A lot of hemming and hawwing. I'd like to try and run it, but I'll just leave up to how I feel on Sunday.
As I was hitting mile 2, there was a guy on an elliptical in front of me. One second he was on there...the next second, he was down on the ground. Poor guy fell off! I immediately hit the stop button to make sure he was okay. He said he was all right and that he was more embarrassed than anything. I told him that I have a strong tendency to fall while running on flat surfaces, so I know what he felt like. At least he laughed. :)
Time: Didn't pay attention
Route: Treadmill
I have been having trouble with my right knee again. That little booger has been giving me trouble since about November. When I ran the marathon, it flared up at mile 9 and went numb at mile 14. At mile 22, everything started to hurt, so nothing really mattered. :) Well, it's been 3 months since then and it's still giving me issues. So, tonight, I decided to go ahead and walk on the treadmill - but on an incline--8%. We have no hills in Shreveport. Okay, I lie. We have at least one decent hill by Gavin's school in the South Highlands area. But, it's a pain in the ass to get to, so the treadmill it is.
I started up and it was decently busy in the gym. I've had a lot of mental issues as well, lately. Not crazy issues, but just a lot of thoughts..."Do I really want to do another one?" "Should I run Bay to Breakers?" "Should I walk it?" A lot of hemming and hawwing. I'd like to try and run it, but I'll just leave up to how I feel on Sunday.
As I was hitting mile 2, there was a guy on an elliptical in front of me. One second he was on there...the next second, he was down on the ground. Poor guy fell off! I immediately hit the stop button to make sure he was okay. He said he was all right and that he was more embarrassed than anything. I told him that I have a strong tendency to fall while running on flat surfaces, so I know what he felt like. At least he laughed. :)
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Sometimes you just have to suck it up...
*I ran this on Thursday night*
Distance: 5.01 miles
Time: 56:03
Route: Treadmill
For some unknown reason, I have avoided running 5 miles like the plague. Which is kind of funny considering I ran 26 almost 3 months ago. I haven't done 5 since then and honestly, I felt like it was pulling teeth. But, I'm proud of myself...I sucked up whatever my issue was and just did it.
I had a crazy day on Thursday with Lauren and work, so I definitely needed the release. It was very quiet at the gym, so I popped in the headphones and off I went. I completely zoned. My shins started hurting, but I just kept going. That's one of the things that I remember from training last year...sometimes, you just have to suck it up and it will get better. Luckily, around 2 miles, the pain dulled out and pretty much went away. Everything else felt pretty good. I started to feel a little winded at 4 miles, but just kept plugging away on the last mile. When I had finished, it was nice to have hit those 5 miles. I feel like my body has started to remember what this whole running thing is all about again.
Sometimes you just have to suck it up...because you never know what'll happen when you do. :)
Distance: 5.01 miles
Time: 56:03
Route: Treadmill
For some unknown reason, I have avoided running 5 miles like the plague. Which is kind of funny considering I ran 26 almost 3 months ago. I haven't done 5 since then and honestly, I felt like it was pulling teeth. But, I'm proud of myself...I sucked up whatever my issue was and just did it.
I had a crazy day on Thursday with Lauren and work, so I definitely needed the release. It was very quiet at the gym, so I popped in the headphones and off I went. I completely zoned. My shins started hurting, but I just kept going. That's one of the things that I remember from training last year...sometimes, you just have to suck it up and it will get better. Luckily, around 2 miles, the pain dulled out and pretty much went away. Everything else felt pretty good. I started to feel a little winded at 4 miles, but just kept plugging away on the last mile. When I had finished, it was nice to have hit those 5 miles. I feel like my body has started to remember what this whole running thing is all about again.
Sometimes you just have to suck it up...because you never know what'll happen when you do. :)
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