a friend of mine is paying herself a dollar for every mile she completes. i think that is a brilliant idea! so far this month, i have logged 15 miles walking with my friends michelle and amy.
how many miles have you performed?
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
i haven't been running
i am starting to miss running a little bit, but i think i needed a break. i also decided not to do the georgetown to idaho springs half marathon this weekend.
maybe it's the heat. maybe it's pure laziness. i don't know.
what i do know is that i have been walking instead which i have really enjoyed. it makes me feel strong. call me crazy but i think i am going to head back into running stronger than before.
do you take breaks from running? how long do they usually last?
maybe it's the heat. maybe it's pure laziness. i don't know.
what i do know is that i have been walking instead which i have really enjoyed. it makes me feel strong. call me crazy but i think i am going to head back into running stronger than before.
do you take breaks from running? how long do they usually last?
Thursday, July 12, 2012
confession
this confession isn't going to shock anyone.
i am a slacker.
it feels good to throw it out there. get it off my chest and out in the open. i know that i know. you know that i know. now i know that you know. hopefully there is some karma in there.
i have an obstacle course run in two weeks that i have done absolutely nothing to prepare for it. 3 miles. 11 obstacles. mud.
am i likely to have fun? probably.
am i likely to find other slackers as unprepared as i am? possibly.
am i likely to want to do another one? maybe.
am i likely to complete all the challenges? probably not.
this morning, i set out to prove to myself that even without training, i would still be just fine. that i could do 20 push-ups no problem. at 7, i fell on my face in a heap of disgrace. disappointing, to put it mildly. at least i did the army crawl convincingly enough that my dog joined in. (or maybe i looked so pitiful, she just felt sorry for me. i am not going to speculate.)
what can i do in the next two weeks to get me ready for an obstacle run? any super-human tips to be able to do a pull-up by then?
**do you have any fitness confessions to make?
i am a slacker.
it feels good to throw it out there. get it off my chest and out in the open. i know that i know. you know that i know. now i know that you know. hopefully there is some karma in there.
i have an obstacle course run in two weeks that i have done absolutely nothing to prepare for it. 3 miles. 11 obstacles. mud.
am i likely to have fun? probably.
am i likely to find other slackers as unprepared as i am? possibly.
am i likely to want to do another one? maybe.
am i likely to complete all the challenges? probably not.
this morning, i set out to prove to myself that even without training, i would still be just fine. that i could do 20 push-ups no problem. at 7, i fell on my face in a heap of disgrace. disappointing, to put it mildly. at least i did the army crawl convincingly enough that my dog joined in. (or maybe i looked so pitiful, she just felt sorry for me. i am not going to speculate.)
what can i do in the next two weeks to get me ready for an obstacle run? any super-human tips to be able to do a pull-up by then?
**do you have any fitness confessions to make?
Monday, June 4, 2012
deadwood mickelson trail half-marathon update
this was my first run that i completed without wearing mascara. i survived. i don't recommend it.
the alarm went off at 4:30 and i was not ready to get up. the night before, i slept awful. awful. but i got up and got ready. i ate breakfast (orange juice, v8, blueberry bagel with butter, a banana). m came over and we drove up to the race bus.
the race bus took us to the start line (my sister-in-law j was on the same bus as us). at the start line, we did the porta-potty thing, grabbed some fuel (bananas and bagels) to carry with us and stood around waiting. i ran into several old friends, including my friend t.
the start was great! it was a little different than last year with the placement of the running pace signs, but overall, i liked it. we agreed to walk the first mile before starting to run. guess what? we did!!! i actually stuck to my plan for once! m and i didn't talk much. both of us were listening to music, but it was nice to have companionship. the weather was perfect.
i started to run out of steam at about mile 9. instead of running 2 minutes, walking 1, i was running 1 minute, walking 2. not sure if it was the heat or what, but check out how red my [mascara-less] face was. i could tell i was holding m back. i told her if she needed to to go on ahead but she stayed with me.
at mile 11, m took off and i finished alone. the last 2 miles went by pretty quickly. the nice thing about m going on ahead was that she was there at the finish line to take pictures of me. it probably should have been the other way around since this was her first half marathon, but oh well. :) it's all about me, people.
m's time was 2:53:34, which is a 13:15 minute mile. awesome job! mine was 2:59:25, a 13:42 minute mile. crazy the difference 30 seconds over time will make. last year, my time at this half was 3:34 so i was happy to break the 3 hour mark. by the way, have i mentioned how much i like medals? yeah, i like them.
i think this is the best i have felt after any half. yay, progress.
the alarm went off at 4:30 and i was not ready to get up. the night before, i slept awful. awful. but i got up and got ready. i ate breakfast (orange juice, v8, blueberry bagel with butter, a banana). m came over and we drove up to the race bus.
the race bus took us to the start line (my sister-in-law j was on the same bus as us). at the start line, we did the porta-potty thing, grabbed some fuel (bananas and bagels) to carry with us and stood around waiting. i ran into several old friends, including my friend t.
the start was great! it was a little different than last year with the placement of the running pace signs, but overall, i liked it. we agreed to walk the first mile before starting to run. guess what? we did!!! i actually stuck to my plan for once! m and i didn't talk much. both of us were listening to music, but it was nice to have companionship. the weather was perfect.
i started to run out of steam at about mile 9. instead of running 2 minutes, walking 1, i was running 1 minute, walking 2. not sure if it was the heat or what, but check out how red my [mascara-less] face was. i could tell i was holding m back. i told her if she needed to to go on ahead but she stayed with me.
at mile 11, m took off and i finished alone. the last 2 miles went by pretty quickly. the nice thing about m going on ahead was that she was there at the finish line to take pictures of me. it probably should have been the other way around since this was her first half marathon, but oh well. :) it's all about me, people.
m's time was 2:53:34, which is a 13:15 minute mile. awesome job! mine was 2:59:25, a 13:42 minute mile. crazy the difference 30 seconds over time will make. last year, my time at this half was 3:34 so i was happy to break the 3 hour mark. by the way, have i mentioned how much i like medals? yeah, i like them.
i think this is the best i have felt after any half. yay, progress.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
colfax half-marathon update
do you ever wonder what the f*ck you were thinking when you signed up for a race? (yes, i know this is a christian blog, but seriously? sometimes an eff-bomb feels good.)
when i went to bed on saturday, i wasn't sure i was going to participate in this race. in fact, i didn't even set my clothes out. may 20th is the two-year anniversary of my dad's death and i was feeling pretty emotional. actually, the whole month has been pretty difficult, emotionally and physically.
my alarm woke me up at 4:10. i turned it off and decided i wasn't going to go; i laid in bed and cried. by 4:30, i drug myself out of bed to shower and get ready. my dad would not want me to use him as an excuse not to complete something i had committed to. i wanted to be down at the start line by 5:35, but because i wasn't prepared, i didn't get there until 5:55. luckily, it ended up being the perfect time. the race started at 6 and my corral (g) started at about 6:10.
this half-marathon was a humbling experience for me.
you know how when you decide to walk, any running you do is a bonus? well, i decided to walk the whole thing. i started out with a group that was walking. it was a slow, sustainable pace and would finish before the four hour cut-off.
ten minutes into the walk, i started running. it was not something that i decided - it just happened. i was not running fast, but i was not walking anymore. after that, the first six miles became a blur. i was alone inside my head thinking about my dad.
at mile seven, i sat down on the sidewalk and bawled. several people asked me if i was okay and if i needed a medic. i replied (while crying) 'no, i'll be okay. my dad died. i'm going to finish, i just need a minute.' i was vaguely aware of their faces as they moved on. i am sure they thought it was weird (ahem, awful, ahem) that i was out there running a race, not realizing that i was actually talking about a two year anniversary. thank you to anyone who stopped and made sure i was okay! after, i don't know, 15 or so minutes i was calm enough to get up and run again.
the rest of the course, i was more aware of my surroundings. i waved to all the spectators, volunteers and police officers along the way. there were a lot. the course took us in and through a firestation, getting high fives from all the firefighters. there was also a cute motorcycle parade around mile ten. some elvis impersonators at mile eleven. i think i missed most of the 'sites' that this run is known for in the beginning of the race.
i was passed by about twenty people, who were walking when i was running. apparently, some people can WALK faster than i can RUN. how's that for humbling? :)
at mile twelve, i stopped running. pretty abruptly because the person behind me almost ran into me. (sorry about that, dude!) lots of people were encouraging, saying 'almost there' or 'just one more mile', but i was pooped. all that angst or sorrow or whatever energy had disappeared.
when there was .1 mile left, the marathoners joined us half-marthoners to the finish. yet another humbling experience to realize that they doubled the amount of miles i ran, but in the same amount of time. yikes. i ran to the finish line and received my finishers medal. i really am a fan of races that give out medals.
the clock time was 3:20, but my official chip time was 3:09:03. i honestly can't believe that this run was slower than the platte river half when i ran all of it but first ten minute and the last mile. oh, well. i guess my focus was not on time or pace. this race felt... not easier, but perhaps, took less concentration?
anyway, dad, i hope i made you proud.
when i went to bed on saturday, i wasn't sure i was going to participate in this race. in fact, i didn't even set my clothes out. may 20th is the two-year anniversary of my dad's death and i was feeling pretty emotional. actually, the whole month has been pretty difficult, emotionally and physically.
my alarm woke me up at 4:10. i turned it off and decided i wasn't going to go; i laid in bed and cried. by 4:30, i drug myself out of bed to shower and get ready. my dad would not want me to use him as an excuse not to complete something i had committed to. i wanted to be down at the start line by 5:35, but because i wasn't prepared, i didn't get there until 5:55. luckily, it ended up being the perfect time. the race started at 6 and my corral (g) started at about 6:10.
this half-marathon was a humbling experience for me.
you know how when you decide to walk, any running you do is a bonus? well, i decided to walk the whole thing. i started out with a group that was walking. it was a slow, sustainable pace and would finish before the four hour cut-off.
ten minutes into the walk, i started running. it was not something that i decided - it just happened. i was not running fast, but i was not walking anymore. after that, the first six miles became a blur. i was alone inside my head thinking about my dad.
at mile seven, i sat down on the sidewalk and bawled. several people asked me if i was okay and if i needed a medic. i replied (while crying) 'no, i'll be okay. my dad died. i'm going to finish, i just need a minute.' i was vaguely aware of their faces as they moved on. i am sure they thought it was weird (ahem, awful, ahem) that i was out there running a race, not realizing that i was actually talking about a two year anniversary. thank you to anyone who stopped and made sure i was okay! after, i don't know, 15 or so minutes i was calm enough to get up and run again.
the rest of the course, i was more aware of my surroundings. i waved to all the spectators, volunteers and police officers along the way. there were a lot. the course took us in and through a firestation, getting high fives from all the firefighters. there was also a cute motorcycle parade around mile ten. some elvis impersonators at mile eleven. i think i missed most of the 'sites' that this run is known for in the beginning of the race.
i was passed by about twenty people, who were walking when i was running. apparently, some people can WALK faster than i can RUN. how's that for humbling? :)
at mile twelve, i stopped running. pretty abruptly because the person behind me almost ran into me. (sorry about that, dude!) lots of people were encouraging, saying 'almost there' or 'just one more mile', but i was pooped. all that angst or sorrow or whatever energy had disappeared.
when there was .1 mile left, the marathoners joined us half-marthoners to the finish. yet another humbling experience to realize that they doubled the amount of miles i ran, but in the same amount of time. yikes. i ran to the finish line and received my finishers medal. i really am a fan of races that give out medals.
the clock time was 3:20, but my official chip time was 3:09:03. i honestly can't believe that this run was slower than the platte river half when i ran all of it but first ten minute and the last mile. oh, well. i guess my focus was not on time or pace. this race felt... not easier, but perhaps, took less concentration?
anyway, dad, i hope i made you proud.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
is it possible?
it is possible that my second half-marathon is few days away and i feel LESS prepared for this one?
Sunday, May 6, 2012
back to the beginning
my weight is exactly where it was 2 years ago. exactly. why was i able to maintain all last year, but struggle with gaining this year? i am up another 3 pounds from here.
i bet it has something to do with my food choices.
the nice thing about logging my food is that i can see trends. normally, i am pretty proud of my trends. not so much right now.
my top food list includes:
Krispy Kreme Chocolate-Iced Glazed Donut
Oregon Chai Tea
Pacific Gold Turkey Jerky
Claussen Pickle
Campbell's V8 Original Vegetable Juice
Idahoan Instant Loaded Baked Mashed Potatoes
Kraft Mac and Cheese
French Bread
Dipping Oil with Spices
Mexican Restaurant Order of Chips and Salsa
Restaurant Fruit and Cheese Plate
Restaurant Blue Cheese Dressing
McDonald's Filet of Fish Sandwich
Pizza Hut Pepperoni Pizza
Smashburger Sweet Potato Fries
Eel and Avocado Sushi Roll
Taco John's Apple Grande
Moscato Wine
what happened to my veggies? my fruit? my healthy dairy? instead, i have been snacking and eating out. and gaining weight.
i bet it has something to do with my food choices.
the nice thing about logging my food is that i can see trends. normally, i am pretty proud of my trends. not so much right now.
my top food list includes:
Krispy Kreme Chocolate-Iced Glazed Donut
Oregon Chai Tea
Pacific Gold Turkey Jerky
Claussen Pickle
Campbell's V8 Original Vegetable Juice
Idahoan Instant Loaded Baked Mashed Potatoes
Kraft Mac and Cheese
French Bread
Dipping Oil with Spices
Mexican Restaurant Order of Chips and Salsa
Restaurant Fruit and Cheese Plate
Restaurant Blue Cheese Dressing
McDonald's Filet of Fish Sandwich
Pizza Hut Pepperoni Pizza
Smashburger Sweet Potato Fries
Eel and Avocado Sushi Roll
Taco John's Apple Grande
Moscato Wine
what happened to my veggies? my fruit? my healthy dairy? instead, i have been snacking and eating out. and gaining weight.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
setbacks
setbacks happen.
like last year, when i sign up for a half-marathon and start training, only to find out that i would be having abdominal surgery 2 months before the event and couldn't run for 6 weeks after surgery. it stinks, but i coped. i changed my goals to walking it instead of running it. after all, it was out of my control.
unlike last year, my setbacks this year have been more mental than physical. skipping a long run because of laziness. shrugging off a short run because of business. pretending it doesn't matter if i don't log the miles.
it does.
this last week, i have been down and out with a cold. the whole week. mentally, i have been chomping at the bit to get outside and run; physically, my body is betraying me. it makes me wonder why i allowed myself to slack off when i was feeling well. why didn't i take advantage of that time?
like last year, when i sign up for a half-marathon and start training, only to find out that i would be having abdominal surgery 2 months before the event and couldn't run for 6 weeks after surgery. it stinks, but i coped. i changed my goals to walking it instead of running it. after all, it was out of my control.
unlike last year, my setbacks this year have been more mental than physical. skipping a long run because of laziness. shrugging off a short run because of business. pretending it doesn't matter if i don't log the miles.
it does.
this last week, i have been down and out with a cold. the whole week. mentally, i have been chomping at the bit to get outside and run; physically, my body is betraying me. it makes me wonder why i allowed myself to slack off when i was feeling well. why didn't i take advantage of that time?
Monday, April 16, 2012
platte river half-marathon update
5:40 - beep, beep, beep. it's the annoying machine telling me that's it's time to start my day. i can't say i hopped out of bed, but i hadn't really been sleeping anyway.
6:30 - time to leave the house. i think i have everything i need - hat, m&m's, water bottle, race bib. (i realize later i forgot gloves. awesome. luckily, 't' had an extra pair in her car.) i have not been training with a hat but if it rains, i will need it, so i wear it and pretend to like it. there is snow on the ground, but the sky is clear. i eat strawberries and a peanut butter cookie in the car. i should eat more, but my stomach is a nervous wreck.
7:00 - roller hockey championship game for oldest son. they win. he is awarded 'highest scorer' plaque.
8:30 - i meet my friends at the race start. we are so cute. (by the way, i forgot my timing chip in the car and had to run back for it.) it's cold, but there is no rain.
9:00 - race start. i have been training with the jeff galloway method of running 2 minutes, walking 1. i start off with 'm' in the third wave, but she is much faster than me and running continuously. 't', 'r' and 'e' were in the second wave. i keep up with 'm' for the first mile, but can't continue that. thanks 'm' for keeping me company.
mile 1 - i feel good but i am not sticking to my plan and i know i am going to regret it later.
mile 2 - water station! i've already polished off my bottle so i get a refill. i keep my eye on a girl doing a walk/run method. we are about the same pace and keep passing each other.
mile 3 - it is hot. i am cursing the extra layers i put on. i pull off my gloves. i pull out my baggie of m&m's and eat 10. yes, i counted.
mile 4 - water station! i've polished off my bottle again so i get another refill. i meet my pacer girl 'g'. we decide to run together, but she wants to run without walking. i agree. (in the back of my mind, i'm thinking it's a terrible idea. why don't i ever listen to myself?) the wind is blowing against us and provides a nice breeze.
mile 5 - not much memorable about mile 5. i think i still felt pretty good.
mile 6 - water station! i've polished off my bottle again. (see a pattern here? foreshadowing.) this station has girls scouts handing out thin mints. i take one, get a refill on my water and eat 10 more m&m's. the wind is getting old.
mile 7 - i hate the wind. seriously. plus it is starting to get cold again. i put back on my gloves. 'g' and i go back to run/walk.
mile 8 - water station! pottty break! i need another water refill. this station has gu, which i grab but do not use since i've never tried it before. 'g' goes ahead while i use the facilities, but i catch up. the wind has really picked up. my face feels sunburnt. it's not though - it's from the wind.
mile 9 - i'm cold, i'm sick of the wind and i am ready to be done. i eat 21 more m&m's. i ask 'g' to just walk this mile.
mile 10 - water station! i fill my water bottle and debate using the porta-potty. i decide to hold it. i really shouldn't have drank all that water at the beginning. i am feeling the regret of too much water and not enough walking breaks. oh yes i am. the wind blows off my hat and i get to repeat a part of the trail as i go after it. awesome. 'g' wants to get back to running, but i can't so she goes on ahead. thanks 'g' for keeping me company.
mile 11 - lovely wind. lovely rain. lovely uphill path. lovely feeling of needing to pee. the rain isn't a downpour; it's just enough to be annoying. i run 30 seconds, walk 30 seconds for a while, but i am just too tired to keep it up. i decide to walk. my hat blows off again. and again. and a third time. i get to chase it each time. dang it! i thought i was done with running! the last tenth of a mile has tons of motivational posters that bring tears to my eyes. it is not because i am miserable and want to quit. *that is my story and i'm sticking to it*
mile 12 - water station! another potty break! at least there is no line. (i had a tough time standing back up though.) i eat 10 m&m's. my hips hurt. i hate life in general and running in particular. at least the rain quit. but the wind. the wind is against me. literally.
mile 12.8 - i feel this particular hill deserves its own update. hill. very, very steep hill. oh, and i lose my hat and get to chase it again. at least i am going downhill for a few moments... but wait, i have to walk back up.
mile 13 - i try to run from this point on, but i just don't have anything left. i wait until until they announce my name at the finish line before sprinting the last 20 or so seconds. my friends are cheering for me (they all finished about an hour earlier), and i see the hubby and kids. success! i got my medal and the pain went away for, like, 1.2 seconds. (see the smile?)
the official time was 3 hours, 4 minutes. i was hoping to finish with a better time, but 1) i didn't follow my plan for walking breaks (which helps me run faster while feeling more refreshed); 2) i fell behind in my training by three weeks; 3) i did not do enough of my longer runs outside and my hips could tell; 4) the wind (i am not making excuses. much.); 5) although i ate well the night before, i think my fuel was a little bit lacking; 6) i was genuinely tired from being up so early.
oh, and i will never run with a hat again. grrr!
6:30 - time to leave the house. i think i have everything i need - hat, m&m's, water bottle, race bib. (i realize later i forgot gloves. awesome. luckily, 't' had an extra pair in her car.) i have not been training with a hat but if it rains, i will need it, so i wear it and pretend to like it. there is snow on the ground, but the sky is clear. i eat strawberries and a peanut butter cookie in the car. i should eat more, but my stomach is a nervous wreck.
7:00 - roller hockey championship game for oldest son. they win. he is awarded 'highest scorer' plaque.
8:30 - i meet my friends at the race start. we are so cute. (by the way, i forgot my timing chip in the car and had to run back for it.) it's cold, but there is no rain.
9:00 - race start. i have been training with the jeff galloway method of running 2 minutes, walking 1. i start off with 'm' in the third wave, but she is much faster than me and running continuously. 't', 'r' and 'e' were in the second wave. i keep up with 'm' for the first mile, but can't continue that. thanks 'm' for keeping me company.
mile 1 - i feel good but i am not sticking to my plan and i know i am going to regret it later.
mile 2 - water station! i've already polished off my bottle so i get a refill. i keep my eye on a girl doing a walk/run method. we are about the same pace and keep passing each other.
mile 3 - it is hot. i am cursing the extra layers i put on. i pull off my gloves. i pull out my baggie of m&m's and eat 10. yes, i counted.
mile 4 - water station! i've polished off my bottle again so i get another refill. i meet my pacer girl 'g'. we decide to run together, but she wants to run without walking. i agree. (in the back of my mind, i'm thinking it's a terrible idea. why don't i ever listen to myself?) the wind is blowing against us and provides a nice breeze.
mile 5 - not much memorable about mile 5. i think i still felt pretty good.
mile 6 - water station! i've polished off my bottle again. (see a pattern here? foreshadowing.) this station has girls scouts handing out thin mints. i take one, get a refill on my water and eat 10 more m&m's. the wind is getting old.
mile 7 - i hate the wind. seriously. plus it is starting to get cold again. i put back on my gloves. 'g' and i go back to run/walk.
mile 8 - water station! pottty break! i need another water refill. this station has gu, which i grab but do not use since i've never tried it before. 'g' goes ahead while i use the facilities, but i catch up. the wind has really picked up. my face feels sunburnt. it's not though - it's from the wind.
mile 9 - i'm cold, i'm sick of the wind and i am ready to be done. i eat 21 more m&m's. i ask 'g' to just walk this mile.
mile 10 - water station! i fill my water bottle and debate using the porta-potty. i decide to hold it. i really shouldn't have drank all that water at the beginning. i am feeling the regret of too much water and not enough walking breaks. oh yes i am. the wind blows off my hat and i get to repeat a part of the trail as i go after it. awesome. 'g' wants to get back to running, but i can't so she goes on ahead. thanks 'g' for keeping me company.
mile 11 - lovely wind. lovely rain. lovely uphill path. lovely feeling of needing to pee. the rain isn't a downpour; it's just enough to be annoying. i run 30 seconds, walk 30 seconds for a while, but i am just too tired to keep it up. i decide to walk. my hat blows off again. and again. and a third time. i get to chase it each time. dang it! i thought i was done with running! the last tenth of a mile has tons of motivational posters that bring tears to my eyes. it is not because i am miserable and want to quit. *that is my story and i'm sticking to it*
mile 12 - water station! another potty break! at least there is no line. (i had a tough time standing back up though.) i eat 10 m&m's. my hips hurt. i hate life in general and running in particular. at least the rain quit. but the wind. the wind is against me. literally.
mile 12.8 - i feel this particular hill deserves its own update. hill. very, very steep hill. oh, and i lose my hat and get to chase it again. at least i am going downhill for a few moments... but wait, i have to walk back up.
mile 13 - i try to run from this point on, but i just don't have anything left. i wait until until they announce my name at the finish line before sprinting the last 20 or so seconds. my friends are cheering for me (they all finished about an hour earlier), and i see the hubby and kids. success! i got my medal and the pain went away for, like, 1.2 seconds. (see the smile?)
the official time was 3 hours, 4 minutes. i was hoping to finish with a better time, but 1) i didn't follow my plan for walking breaks (which helps me run faster while feeling more refreshed); 2) i fell behind in my training by three weeks; 3) i did not do enough of my longer runs outside and my hips could tell; 4) the wind (i am not making excuses. much.); 5) although i ate well the night before, i think my fuel was a little bit lacking; 6) i was genuinely tired from being up so early.
oh, and i will never run with a hat again. grrr!
Monday, March 26, 2012
less than three weeks to go
yesterday's run: mind felt good, lungs felt good, legs felt good. heart felt like it was about to explode. i am starting to get really worried i won't be really for the half in april. does anyone use dailymile to log their exercise? i could really use some encouragement over there.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
the last zumba update
what do i say here? i'm done. i think i gave it a fair shot, and it is just not for me.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
long run
last week while my husband, brother and sister-in-law where up partying with friends, i went to bed early so i could get up and complete my long run. it was supposed to be 5 miles, and i got to 4.68 before my time was up. i was pretty happy with that.
this week is 6.5 miles and i am procrastinating. why am i procrastinating when i know it will feel so good once i am done? i wish i knew the answer to that.
Lord, help me this lent as i am preparing for your death and resurrection to put the procrastination behind me. help me to rise above.
this week is 6.5 miles and i am procrastinating. why am i procrastinating when i know it will feel so good once i am done? i wish i knew the answer to that.
Lord, help me this lent as i am preparing for your death and resurrection to put the procrastination behind me. help me to rise above.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
another zumba update
it's been a month. i have another month to go. i still don't like it. i wish i did. i'd rather go dance at a bar and use my own 'moves' and listen to music i know the words to. still, i can see the appeal because i really don't feel like i am working out when i am there.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
weekend weakness...
i love the weekends. they don't love me back. during the week, i am more structured about my schedule. during the weekends, i go with the flow. going with the flow sometimes means i don't have time for a run.
take this weekend: i was at a scrapbooking retreat with some girlfriends. we had a great time, eating, drinking, laughing, hanging out and cropping. what i didn't make time for was exercising. according to my jeff galloway training i was scheduled for a 4 mile run. ha. not going to happen.
and now i am behind. sigh.
next weekend my brother and his family come into town and i have a 5 mile run scheduled. i know that making the time to get away is important, but i put it off until it is too late to do.
**do you have some tips that you can share to help me make time for exercising on the weekend?
take this weekend: i was at a scrapbooking retreat with some girlfriends. we had a great time, eating, drinking, laughing, hanging out and cropping. what i didn't make time for was exercising. according to my jeff galloway training i was scheduled for a 4 mile run. ha. not going to happen.
and now i am behind. sigh.
next weekend my brother and his family come into town and i have a 5 mile run scheduled. i know that making the time to get away is important, but i put it off until it is too late to do.
**do you have some tips that you can share to help me make time for exercising on the weekend?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
frustration
at the beginning of december, i was 10 pounds lighter than i am now. how is that possible? how could i have let myself gain 10 pounds in a little less than 2 months? i saw the scale creep up to 124 and said 'that's okay, it's christmas.' i saw the scale creep up to 127 and said 'that's okay, i am going to start eating healthier again soon.' i saw the scale creep up to 130 and said 'that's okay, it's probably water weight.'
hey self! i am here to tell you that it is NOT okay! stop making excuses!!!
hey self! i am here to tell you that it is NOT okay! stop making excuses!!!
Monday, January 30, 2012
all signed up
i think i might be just a little bit crazy. i am signed up for three, count 'em three, half-marathons in three months. how did that happen you ask? well, let me tell you how i lost my sanity.
last year, my first half-marathon was the deadwood mickelson trail. my sister-in-law has done it for several years now and i was supposed to run it with her. instead, i ended up having surgery in april and just walked it. i was proud of myself for walking it, but i told myself that i would run it this year instead.
june half-marathon - check.
a few weeks later, a friend of mine, danika, sent out an email asking for friends to run the colfax half-marathon with her. i checked the calendar and i had just enough time for training so i agreed.
may half-marathon - check.
finally, my friend from high school, trina, sent me a message on facebook asking me to join them in running the platte river half (she ran it last year with friends). i will only be at the 10-mile mark in my training, but i am a sucker for a 10th anniversary medal. :)
april half-marathon - check.
yep, mental.
last year, my first half-marathon was the deadwood mickelson trail. my sister-in-law has done it for several years now and i was supposed to run it with her. instead, i ended up having surgery in april and just walked it. i was proud of myself for walking it, but i told myself that i would run it this year instead.
june half-marathon - check.
a few weeks later, a friend of mine, danika, sent out an email asking for friends to run the colfax half-marathon with her. i checked the calendar and i had just enough time for training so i agreed.
may half-marathon - check.
finally, my friend from high school, trina, sent me a message on facebook asking me to join them in running the platte river half (she ran it last year with friends). i will only be at the 10-mile mark in my training, but i am a sucker for a 10th anniversary medal. :)
april half-marathon - check.
yep, mental.
Monday, January 2, 2012
this is the picture...
i started couch to 5k in may 2009 with my friend amy. i joined myfitnesspal (a calorie counting website) in november of 2009. i knew i was only two pounds from obese and 'something' needed to change, but i wasn't serious about either one.
this is the picture that changed my life. it was taken in march 2010. it convinced me that what needed changing was *me*.
i cringe at this picture; i hate how i look. before this picture, i could rationalize that i still looked as good as i did in high school ...college ...my wedding day ...after i had kids. i would tell myself people couldn't tell i was overweight. in fact, some of the people in my life were telling me how 'small' and 'petite-looking' i was. really? this picture smacked me right in the face with the reality that i had let myself get fat.
i.was.fat.
so i lost 30 pounds in 2010 and it felt really good. i maintained that throughout 2011 (i wanted to lose more but seemed to sabotage myself). i need to lose 15 more pounds to be in a healthy weight range. 2012 is my year.
that picture made me sad but it also motivated me. without that picture, i would still be in denial.
do you hide from the camera or have a picture that you hate? does it motivate you to change your life?
this is the picture that changed my life. it was taken in march 2010. it convinced me that what needed changing was *me*.
i cringe at this picture; i hate how i look. before this picture, i could rationalize that i still looked as good as i did in high school ...college ...my wedding day ...after i had kids. i would tell myself people couldn't tell i was overweight. in fact, some of the people in my life were telling me how 'small' and 'petite-looking' i was. really? this picture smacked me right in the face with the reality that i had let myself get fat.
i.was.fat.
so i lost 30 pounds in 2010 and it felt really good. i maintained that throughout 2011 (i wanted to lose more but seemed to sabotage myself). i need to lose 15 more pounds to be in a healthy weight range. 2012 is my year.
that picture made me sad but it also motivated me. without that picture, i would still be in denial.
do you hide from the camera or have a picture that you hate? does it motivate you to change your life?
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