Last week, after running my first 10k I was REALLY lazy. I'm talkin' laying around, watching episode after episode of Dexter, eating whatever I wanted, and going for a run twice. The first run was pretty decent. We went right after work on Tuesday and ran 4 miles. Thursday, though, was not great. About 1.25 miles in, I looked at Steve and was like, "I'm tired. I want to walk". I don't know why I just had no desire to run. So instead, we walked for a little bit. The good thing about our walk was that we could talk about our plans for the house and what we needed to do before closing (that's in 2 weeks!!!!). The bad thing was that I just felt terrible that I had no motivation to run.
Saturday, though, was my turnaround. We woke up at 6:30 (thanks to the dog and to my trusty alarm) and got ready for our long run. Knowing that we'd be going on a crazy long run, I knew we needed to eat something other than the usual few bites of a Clif bar. We both ate some cheerios and then went out to run. The weather outside on Saturday morning was INCREDIBLE. There was a slight chill in the air and it was nice and sunny. We started out a little after 7:30. We decided we'd go all the way around White Rock. When we started out running, it took us a little while to get in the groove, but about a 1/2 mile in I was feeling fabulous. My breathing was easy, my legs felt strong, and the wind was just right. All in all, I ran 7.5 miles. I did it in about 1 hour and 23 minutes, which equals out to about 11 minutes per mile (which is AWESOME-to me, at least). We walked the rest of the way to have a good cool down. Though our next run, we're going to need to wear a belt so that we can replenish ourselves. I know we were both feeling pretty hungry about halfway through the run.
I guess I'm just really excited again. After having my little "problem" for 2 weeks, I was feeling a little overwhelmed about whether or not I thought I could pull off running 13.1 miles in December. My feelings have certainly changed after my run on Saturday. Considering that the weather is only going to get cooler from here, I know that I'll be able to handle the longer runs. When it's hotter, the heat just zaps my energy and my will power. I'm also going to sign up to run the 8 mile Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving! I've been wanting to run that race for at least a few years now. And before I was only going to run the 5k...but now I'm fully confident that I'll be able to run the 8 mile with no problems (considering the weather will hold up).
Now to get back on the healthy eating, drinking, working out wagon. I'm hoping to have some time to hit the gym tonight with Steve. We've been slacking when it comes to lifting weights...and I've been REALLY slacking when it comes to cross training and doing some ab work. I may have to start getting up early every single morning to get all the working out in that I need to, but I'm feeling empowered and motivated. Plus, I wanted to lose 13 lbs (more like 15 or more now) before my race in Dec. I've got 2 months and 2 weeks, so I think it's do-able.
So there you have it! That's what's been going on here. Get ready for posting of some pictures of the H-O-U-S-E that we're in the process of buying!!! I've been reluctant to post them because I was (and still am) afraid that things would fall through and that we wouldn't get the house-but so far, so good! If everything goes as planned, we should be closing on the house on Thursday, Oct. 15th!!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
I Did It!!!
I ran my first 10k race on Saturday! I was pretty skeptical all week. I flipped flopped a few times every day last week thinking, "Oh, I probably should push myself. I should just rest" and then I'd get mad and go, "No way! I paid good money to run that race and I trained hard! I'm doing it!" So Friday was my official decision time. I decided to do it and I'm so glad I did!
I woke up at 5:30 Saturday morning and started preparing for my run. I had some breakfast, washed my face, put my gear on. And then Steve, Anna, and I headed out the door. Since we live literally a mile from the Arboretum, we just walked the trails down to the race. I left Steve at a place where he could stand with Anna, while I walked on to where all the runners were piling up. I really wish he could have been with me on my run, I felt a little bit alone. But luckily I had my iPod, so I turned on some Randy Rogers and just tried to calm myself down (I was pretty anxious). I went and stood in the 10 minute + group and waited for the race to begin.
When the race started my heart started beating so fast. I watched as the faster runners went ahead and wished that someday that would be me up in the front of the pack. It felt like forever until we got to the start line. When I finally hit the start line, an overwhelming since of calm washed over me and I just started running. You wouldn't believe how much you have to concentrate and be aware of your surroundings at the beginning of the race. Everyone is just so packed up. It's like being in a sardine can. So you have to watch where you run, try not to trip over people's shoes or run into a runner, while trying to pass someone else. It was great to see Steve though. When I saw him I got a huge grin on my face. It's so encouraging to have him support me through this and let me do this on my own. Yes, I felt alone at the beginning of the race, but to know that this was MY thing, that he wanted me to have this experience on my own, was so amazing.
I started following these 2 ladies about 1/2 mile into the race. They were keeping a really good pace for me (not sure what it was-maybe an 11 minute mile pace) and so I focused on staying behind them until about 2.5 in. At that point, I decided I wanted to go a little bit faster and passed them. I think they may have been running the 20k anyway, so I'm glad I passed them when I did. By the time I got about 2 miles in I could see the first pack of runners already on their way back to the finish. I looked at them with longing. How can you run so fast? It must be incredible to have that kind of strength and energy!
There were 2 major hills in the course. There was the one I always encounter when I train on my long run days and then another one about .5 mile after that, which took us through a neighborhood for about a quarter of a mile. I made it up my first hill without having to walk, but that took all I had! Then when I saw the other hill, I got a little overwhelmed. I noticed a ton of people walking up the hill and about half way up decided I'd walk for a minute, too. I wish I hadn't. I probably could have paced it up the hill if I had just thought more positively. Oh well..what can you do? You live and you learn. I may be running that part of the race though more often...I think it's been really beneficial to run those hills when training instead of just staying on the main flat trail.
After those hills, I kept running. I can't tell you how good it felt to pass people. I know that sounds mean...but it just made me feel empowered. There were a few people I kept passing and then they'd pass me and we'd just do this merry-go-round. It was a little annoying with this one guy. He was sweating up a storm and he'd run really hard for a while and then the next thing I knew, I'd be passing him as he was walking. Then about 2 minutes later, he'd run past me again and I'd catch up to him not 2 minutes later-walking. Seriously, the guy was not pacing himself at all. There was also this other girl who kept the same pace as me. We'd pass each other a few times. I almost looked over and introduced myself and asked her if she ran around this area because she'd probably be fun to train with since we seemed to be at about the same level.
Towards the end I just kept focusing on how much farther I had left to go. I was most looking forward to seeing Steve again (since the race was a loop for the 10k-ers). And once I saw him again, it gave me even more strength to finish what I started! He told me later that I looked great and that I looked strong. That made me feel good. I can't remember exactly how I felt, but I remember thinking "I'm so tired. 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes" It was hard. But honestly, at about the last .15 of the race, I could see the finish and there were all these people around and I was determined to finish strong. So I did. It felt so good! I'm just really proud of myself.
A little over 2 months until my 1/2 marathon....so I really have to get on that. This next weekend, I'm pushing up the long run to 7.5 miles. Got to get the show back on the road! :)
Here is the result page:
http://results.active.com/pages/searchform.jsp?posted_p=t&numPerPage=100&page=2&rsID=84236&eventClass=10K+Open&division=F+25-29&queryType=division&pubID=3
I woke up at 5:30 Saturday morning and started preparing for my run. I had some breakfast, washed my face, put my gear on. And then Steve, Anna, and I headed out the door. Since we live literally a mile from the Arboretum, we just walked the trails down to the race. I left Steve at a place where he could stand with Anna, while I walked on to where all the runners were piling up. I really wish he could have been with me on my run, I felt a little bit alone. But luckily I had my iPod, so I turned on some Randy Rogers and just tried to calm myself down (I was pretty anxious). I went and stood in the 10 minute + group and waited for the race to begin.
When the race started my heart started beating so fast. I watched as the faster runners went ahead and wished that someday that would be me up in the front of the pack. It felt like forever until we got to the start line. When I finally hit the start line, an overwhelming since of calm washed over me and I just started running. You wouldn't believe how much you have to concentrate and be aware of your surroundings at the beginning of the race. Everyone is just so packed up. It's like being in a sardine can. So you have to watch where you run, try not to trip over people's shoes or run into a runner, while trying to pass someone else. It was great to see Steve though. When I saw him I got a huge grin on my face. It's so encouraging to have him support me through this and let me do this on my own. Yes, I felt alone at the beginning of the race, but to know that this was MY thing, that he wanted me to have this experience on my own, was so amazing.
I started following these 2 ladies about 1/2 mile into the race. They were keeping a really good pace for me (not sure what it was-maybe an 11 minute mile pace) and so I focused on staying behind them until about 2.5 in. At that point, I decided I wanted to go a little bit faster and passed them. I think they may have been running the 20k anyway, so I'm glad I passed them when I did. By the time I got about 2 miles in I could see the first pack of runners already on their way back to the finish. I looked at them with longing. How can you run so fast? It must be incredible to have that kind of strength and energy!
There were 2 major hills in the course. There was the one I always encounter when I train on my long run days and then another one about .5 mile after that, which took us through a neighborhood for about a quarter of a mile. I made it up my first hill without having to walk, but that took all I had! Then when I saw the other hill, I got a little overwhelmed. I noticed a ton of people walking up the hill and about half way up decided I'd walk for a minute, too. I wish I hadn't. I probably could have paced it up the hill if I had just thought more positively. Oh well..what can you do? You live and you learn. I may be running that part of the race though more often...I think it's been really beneficial to run those hills when training instead of just staying on the main flat trail.
After those hills, I kept running. I can't tell you how good it felt to pass people. I know that sounds mean...but it just made me feel empowered. There were a few people I kept passing and then they'd pass me and we'd just do this merry-go-round. It was a little annoying with this one guy. He was sweating up a storm and he'd run really hard for a while and then the next thing I knew, I'd be passing him as he was walking. Then about 2 minutes later, he'd run past me again and I'd catch up to him not 2 minutes later-walking. Seriously, the guy was not pacing himself at all. There was also this other girl who kept the same pace as me. We'd pass each other a few times. I almost looked over and introduced myself and asked her if she ran around this area because she'd probably be fun to train with since we seemed to be at about the same level.
Towards the end I just kept focusing on how much farther I had left to go. I was most looking forward to seeing Steve again (since the race was a loop for the 10k-ers). And once I saw him again, it gave me even more strength to finish what I started! He told me later that I looked great and that I looked strong. That made me feel good. I can't remember exactly how I felt, but I remember thinking "I'm so tired. 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes" It was hard. But honestly, at about the last .15 of the race, I could see the finish and there were all these people around and I was determined to finish strong. So I did. It felt so good! I'm just really proud of myself.
A little over 2 months until my 1/2 marathon....so I really have to get on that. This next weekend, I'm pushing up the long run to 7.5 miles. Got to get the show back on the road! :)
Here is the result page:
http://results.active.com/pages/searchform.jsp?posted_p=t&numPerPage=100&page=2&rsID=84236&eventClass=10K+Open&division=F+25-29&queryType=division&pubID=3
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
When Life Hands You Lemons...
You rest. For a long, long time.
I had a really rough couple of weeks. I mean, I was down. Trying to stick to my plan and our workout schedule, Steve and I went for a late evening run Thursday night (the 3rd). It was seriously the worst run of my life. I had eaten dinner earlier, but that just proved to be too much on me. I kept getting cramps and wanted to stop every couple of minutes. Steve thought I was a jackass for not stopping. I was determined to push through the pain and just finish our run. On top of that, we didn't get to go very far because it started raining and there was just a little too much lightening for comfort. I think we went about 2.5 miles. It was a pretty good run, though as far as time. I don't remember the time off the top of my head, but it was at least a 10 minute mile. I'll take that, even with the painful cramps.
My next run was Saturday the 5th. It was another crappy run. I was miserable the whole time. I think it was just a little too humid for me and maybe I didn't eat enough before I left to go run. I finished the 6.88 mile run in 1 hour and 20 minutes with an average pace of 12 minutes per mile. I was really disappointed in my run. I thought for sure I was doing better than that..oh well, I guess. At least I finished it right?
Afterwards, though, I hit a snag. A big one. A snag so big it left me laid up in bed for a week. I still haven't been able to run and I honestly think my first run back in the game will actually be the 10k on Saturday. I'm hoping that this snag will have gone away by then and that I'll be just fine. Honestly, if I have to walk some during my run, I'll do it. I just can't let it stop me anymore. I feel like my problem was affecting every single aspect of my life. I couldn't work. I couldn't do anything. I'm just tired of letting it run my life and affect my plans. Here's hoping that my run on Saturday will be flippin' amazing and I'll actually do better after a 2 week break! ::crosses fingers::
On the plus side of things, Steve and I went house hunting on Saturday. It was my first excursion out of the apartment since the week before. We found a house we really liked and put an offer down. Of course, the seller countered and we re-countered and finally---he accepted! Now I have to schedule an inspection, which I would like to be done ASAP and then the appraisal. I am really hoping this is the one. We both feel really good about the home. It's move in ready, updated, and perfect for what we need right now. So hopefully, on October 15th, Steve and I will be closing on our first home! :)
I had a really rough couple of weeks. I mean, I was down. Trying to stick to my plan and our workout schedule, Steve and I went for a late evening run Thursday night (the 3rd). It was seriously the worst run of my life. I had eaten dinner earlier, but that just proved to be too much on me. I kept getting cramps and wanted to stop every couple of minutes. Steve thought I was a jackass for not stopping. I was determined to push through the pain and just finish our run. On top of that, we didn't get to go very far because it started raining and there was just a little too much lightening for comfort. I think we went about 2.5 miles. It was a pretty good run, though as far as time. I don't remember the time off the top of my head, but it was at least a 10 minute mile. I'll take that, even with the painful cramps.
My next run was Saturday the 5th. It was another crappy run. I was miserable the whole time. I think it was just a little too humid for me and maybe I didn't eat enough before I left to go run. I finished the 6.88 mile run in 1 hour and 20 minutes with an average pace of 12 minutes per mile. I was really disappointed in my run. I thought for sure I was doing better than that..oh well, I guess. At least I finished it right?
Afterwards, though, I hit a snag. A big one. A snag so big it left me laid up in bed for a week. I still haven't been able to run and I honestly think my first run back in the game will actually be the 10k on Saturday. I'm hoping that this snag will have gone away by then and that I'll be just fine. Honestly, if I have to walk some during my run, I'll do it. I just can't let it stop me anymore. I feel like my problem was affecting every single aspect of my life. I couldn't work. I couldn't do anything. I'm just tired of letting it run my life and affect my plans. Here's hoping that my run on Saturday will be flippin' amazing and I'll actually do better after a 2 week break! ::crosses fingers::
On the plus side of things, Steve and I went house hunting on Saturday. It was my first excursion out of the apartment since the week before. We found a house we really liked and put an offer down. Of course, the seller countered and we re-countered and finally---he accepted! Now I have to schedule an inspection, which I would like to be done ASAP and then the appraisal. I am really hoping this is the one. We both feel really good about the home. It's move in ready, updated, and perfect for what we need right now. So hopefully, on October 15th, Steve and I will be closing on our first home! :)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Getting Stronger
So this weekend was a success.
Saturday was my long run. The night before I set my goal, which I thought was a pretty lofty ambition itself, for 6 miles in 61 minutes. I didn't want to be too ambitious because I knew if I didn't make the time I'd be a little disappointed. But I thought I could do it. Steve and I set out on our run around 7:30 Saturday morning. The weather was beautiful. It almost reminded me of San Francisco. It started off pretty well. I kept looking down at our Nike iPod adapter and being shocked that we were coming in at under 10 minute a mile. The hardest part for me was when we hit the bridge by Mockingbird. I was really struggling. The sun was beating down on us and it was starting to get hotter. Eventually, we made it to the halfway point, grabbed a quick sip of water and continued on our way. But about 1/2 mile after the halfway point I was still out in the sun, and started to not be able to catch my breath. I was probably going a little too fast, but my legs just didn't want to slow down. Steve convinced me to walk for a minute, so that's what I did. I probably walked about 45 seconds and then decided "Ok, I've got it under control. I've got a goal to reach, let's go!" There's another hard part and that's the hill coming back from the 4 mile marker. Oh my gosh, that hill is a doozy. It kicks my butt every single time. But I pushed through it and continued running. After that hill, it's pretty "easy-breezy". As "easy-breezy" as a 6 mile run can get :) Only one other "hill" and it's just a gradual incline that takes a few minutes to get through. The last mile is probably the best because it starts off downhill, in the shade, and the rest of it is pretty flat or downhill. When we got closer to the apartment and the 6 mile marker I felt my lungs open up and I knew I had it. I kicked it into high gear and left Steve in the dust. :) I finished my run at a 7.5 minute mile (I held that for about a quarter mile).
All in all, we ran our 6 miles in 60 minutes and 2 seconds. An average pace of a 9.58 minute mile and we ran a total of 6.24 miles.
To say I'm not proud of myself would be a complete lie. I think I'm still reveling in that run. I can't believe how well I managed to run it. It's my longest run to date. The longest run of my life. :) And I am just so stoked that I finished under my goal. I'm also really excited to know that had I gone another .16 mile, I would have gone the distance of a 10k.
Sunday, I cleaned our apartment. I vacuumed. I dusted. I even cleaned the baseboards...they were FILTHY. I cleaned our bathtub and swept and swiffered the floors. Then I went to Marshalls and Ross. I bought myself some more athletic socks for $6 for 3 pairs, a really cute hot pink Nike jacket for colder weather running, and a fun white, pink, and green Nike windbreaker/rain jacket for when I want to run and it's raining out. I also got this cute hot pink Puma baseball cap for keeping the sweat out of my eyes. Those jackets were orginally $65+ and I got them for $20 a piece! Gah, I could shop all day in Ross and Marshalls. I'm pretty positive that's where I'm shopping when we buy our house. After I managed to do some damage to our bank account, I went home and hopped on the Wii Fit. I did some hula hooping for 15 minutes and then unlocked this "free step" where I can do "step aerobics" for 10-20 minutes but watch TV at the same time. So I did that for 30 minutes and burned some calories.
We didn't get to bed early enough Sunday night to feel good enough to wake up early and run Monday...but I'm kind of glad we didn't. My calves were killing me yesterday and it took me all day to figure out why! That stupid "free step" I did on the Wii! Seriously, I was massaging my calves all evening after work, they were so tense and sore.
We did manage to get up this morning and go for a 4.17 mile run. We ran that in 40.37 seconds with an average pace of 9.38 minute mile. Pretty good. Another great run. Another beautiful morning. My legs felt so powerful. It's the first time I was running and really started to notice how my legs felt. I just felt so strong and almost light. My breathing was amazing and I probably could have held a conversation the whole time.
As we were on our way back from the halfway point, two bicyclists came by and I heard one of them before they passed us say, "runners" to alert the guy behind her. I don't know what caused it but I started grinning from ear to ear. I'm a runner. Yes, I am. I guess I just still have that feeling of "oh, I just try to run" "oh I'm not that good" "Oh, I can't even run all that fast". Why the negative attitude? Why the mental block? I don't know. I'm sure part of it stems from a very unfortunate event that is burned into my mememory when I was about 8 or 9 years old running back from my neighbor's house. A car passed by and someone yelled out their window, "Run, fatty, run". I guess sometimes I still feel like that chubby little girl, who never really ran, who wasn't really into sports, who would rather spend all day on her swing set, than try to swing a baseball bat. I've just never been athletic and it's hard to look at myself and consider that maybe now I am. I still look in the mirror and I still see my stomach with zero definition (of course, actually doing crunches could remedy some of that), I still see big hips, and a jiggly butt. I guess I'm just going to have to realize that "athletic" comes in all shapes and sizes and that yes, I am athletic, even if I'm not a size 2 and even if I don't weigh 115 pounds!
Saturday was my long run. The night before I set my goal, which I thought was a pretty lofty ambition itself, for 6 miles in 61 minutes. I didn't want to be too ambitious because I knew if I didn't make the time I'd be a little disappointed. But I thought I could do it. Steve and I set out on our run around 7:30 Saturday morning. The weather was beautiful. It almost reminded me of San Francisco. It started off pretty well. I kept looking down at our Nike iPod adapter and being shocked that we were coming in at under 10 minute a mile. The hardest part for me was when we hit the bridge by Mockingbird. I was really struggling. The sun was beating down on us and it was starting to get hotter. Eventually, we made it to the halfway point, grabbed a quick sip of water and continued on our way. But about 1/2 mile after the halfway point I was still out in the sun, and started to not be able to catch my breath. I was probably going a little too fast, but my legs just didn't want to slow down. Steve convinced me to walk for a minute, so that's what I did. I probably walked about 45 seconds and then decided "Ok, I've got it under control. I've got a goal to reach, let's go!" There's another hard part and that's the hill coming back from the 4 mile marker. Oh my gosh, that hill is a doozy. It kicks my butt every single time. But I pushed through it and continued running. After that hill, it's pretty "easy-breezy". As "easy-breezy" as a 6 mile run can get :) Only one other "hill" and it's just a gradual incline that takes a few minutes to get through. The last mile is probably the best because it starts off downhill, in the shade, and the rest of it is pretty flat or downhill. When we got closer to the apartment and the 6 mile marker I felt my lungs open up and I knew I had it. I kicked it into high gear and left Steve in the dust. :) I finished my run at a 7.5 minute mile (I held that for about a quarter mile).
All in all, we ran our 6 miles in 60 minutes and 2 seconds. An average pace of a 9.58 minute mile and we ran a total of 6.24 miles.
To say I'm not proud of myself would be a complete lie. I think I'm still reveling in that run. I can't believe how well I managed to run it. It's my longest run to date. The longest run of my life. :) And I am just so stoked that I finished under my goal. I'm also really excited to know that had I gone another .16 mile, I would have gone the distance of a 10k.
Sunday, I cleaned our apartment. I vacuumed. I dusted. I even cleaned the baseboards...they were FILTHY. I cleaned our bathtub and swept and swiffered the floors. Then I went to Marshalls and Ross. I bought myself some more athletic socks for $6 for 3 pairs, a really cute hot pink Nike jacket for colder weather running, and a fun white, pink, and green Nike windbreaker/rain jacket for when I want to run and it's raining out. I also got this cute hot pink Puma baseball cap for keeping the sweat out of my eyes. Those jackets were orginally $65+ and I got them for $20 a piece! Gah, I could shop all day in Ross and Marshalls. I'm pretty positive that's where I'm shopping when we buy our house. After I managed to do some damage to our bank account, I went home and hopped on the Wii Fit. I did some hula hooping for 15 minutes and then unlocked this "free step" where I can do "step aerobics" for 10-20 minutes but watch TV at the same time. So I did that for 30 minutes and burned some calories.
We didn't get to bed early enough Sunday night to feel good enough to wake up early and run Monday...but I'm kind of glad we didn't. My calves were killing me yesterday and it took me all day to figure out why! That stupid "free step" I did on the Wii! Seriously, I was massaging my calves all evening after work, they were so tense and sore.
We did manage to get up this morning and go for a 4.17 mile run. We ran that in 40.37 seconds with an average pace of 9.38 minute mile. Pretty good. Another great run. Another beautiful morning. My legs felt so powerful. It's the first time I was running and really started to notice how my legs felt. I just felt so strong and almost light. My breathing was amazing and I probably could have held a conversation the whole time.
As we were on our way back from the halfway point, two bicyclists came by and I heard one of them before they passed us say, "runners" to alert the guy behind her. I don't know what caused it but I started grinning from ear to ear. I'm a runner. Yes, I am. I guess I just still have that feeling of "oh, I just try to run" "oh I'm not that good" "Oh, I can't even run all that fast". Why the negative attitude? Why the mental block? I don't know. I'm sure part of it stems from a very unfortunate event that is burned into my mememory when I was about 8 or 9 years old running back from my neighbor's house. A car passed by and someone yelled out their window, "Run, fatty, run". I guess sometimes I still feel like that chubby little girl, who never really ran, who wasn't really into sports, who would rather spend all day on her swing set, than try to swing a baseball bat. I've just never been athletic and it's hard to look at myself and consider that maybe now I am. I still look in the mirror and I still see my stomach with zero definition (of course, actually doing crunches could remedy some of that), I still see big hips, and a jiggly butt. I guess I'm just going to have to realize that "athletic" comes in all shapes and sizes and that yes, I am athletic, even if I'm not a size 2 and even if I don't weigh 115 pounds!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
5:30 AM Run
Well another log for me. Steve suggested I start logging every run and the times for it since it will help me put things in perspective when I look back on all that I've done.
Today we got up and ran 4.03 miles. We ran it in 40 minutes and 38 seconds, with an average pace of 10 minutes and 2 seconds.
Of course, the way we go on our early morning runs is primarily pretty flat so I think that helped with my time. We'll see how I do on Saturday when I do my long run and I go a different way on the trails with more hills.
I'm pretty proud of Steve. He's been dealing with a sinus infection for the past week or two, so him being able to keep up and even run the 4 miles with me was impressive. He told me later on when I was making us breakfast that he had said, "I think I need to stop" about half a mile from the end but kept going. That's really impressive! :) I'm kind of glad I didn't hear him when he told me because that probably would have encouraged him to stop.
Yesterday I took Anna on a 2 mile walk. We were going to go to the gym, but that didn't end up happening. We really need to work on that. It's not that hard to go down to the gym for 30 minutes...it's just really hard to motivate yourself to work out in the evening. Especially, when Steve comes home hungry and ready to eat. If I'm going to work out in the evening, I'd rather do it right when I get home, instead of waiting around. There's more chance of talking myself out of working out if I don't.
Today we got up and ran 4.03 miles. We ran it in 40 minutes and 38 seconds, with an average pace of 10 minutes and 2 seconds.
Of course, the way we go on our early morning runs is primarily pretty flat so I think that helped with my time. We'll see how I do on Saturday when I do my long run and I go a different way on the trails with more hills.
I'm pretty proud of Steve. He's been dealing with a sinus infection for the past week or two, so him being able to keep up and even run the 4 miles with me was impressive. He told me later on when I was making us breakfast that he had said, "I think I need to stop" about half a mile from the end but kept going. That's really impressive! :) I'm kind of glad I didn't hear him when he told me because that probably would have encouraged him to stop.
Yesterday I took Anna on a 2 mile walk. We were going to go to the gym, but that didn't end up happening. We really need to work on that. It's not that hard to go down to the gym for 30 minutes...it's just really hard to motivate yourself to work out in the evening. Especially, when Steve comes home hungry and ready to eat. If I'm going to work out in the evening, I'd rather do it right when I get home, instead of waiting around. There's more chance of talking myself out of working out if I don't.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wow!
So I got this e-mail in my gmail box last night right before I left work.
It was titled: Love the Half.
www.lovethehalf.com
I was intrigued so I opened it and 2 minutes before 5:30, I scrambled to search for the website to find out more about it.
I just started following the founders' blogs and so far I'm impressed. First of all, I think it takes so much dedication and passion to start up a running based club for people who want to stay active and achieve goals. Even from reading their blogs and their website, I can see it's not about being the fastest, it's not about bragging-it's about achieving the goals you set for yourself, to succeed, to be the best you can be, to just run and be happy.
So there's this challenge for them and I'm seriously considering joining them. I would love to be a part of something where I'm constantly challenging myself and continuing to do what I've been enjoying doing. So far for me, training has not been a burden. It's been a source of happiness for me. Every day I run, I feel amazing. Every time I improve on something that I have struggled with in the past, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride.
Anyway, I just wanted to say it makes me excited to see this and it makes me excited to think about all the things I'm capable of achieving if I put my mind to it.
It was titled: Love the Half.
www.lovethehalf.com
I was intrigued so I opened it and 2 minutes before 5:30, I scrambled to search for the website to find out more about it.
I just started following the founders' blogs and so far I'm impressed. First of all, I think it takes so much dedication and passion to start up a running based club for people who want to stay active and achieve goals. Even from reading their blogs and their website, I can see it's not about being the fastest, it's not about bragging-it's about achieving the goals you set for yourself, to succeed, to be the best you can be, to just run and be happy.
So there's this challenge for them and I'm seriously considering joining them. I would love to be a part of something where I'm constantly challenging myself and continuing to do what I've been enjoying doing. So far for me, training has not been a burden. It's been a source of happiness for me. Every day I run, I feel amazing. Every time I improve on something that I have struggled with in the past, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride.
Anyway, I just wanted to say it makes me excited to see this and it makes me excited to think about all the things I'm capable of achieving if I put my mind to it.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
When Procrastination Sets In...
We all have those mornings...the mornings where you wake up and you think "I'm going to get up...in...oohhh, 5 minutes." 10 minutes go by and you think it again, "I promise I'm going to get up in 2 more minutes..that's it! 2 more minutes". That's how I feel every. single. morning. It never fails. The trick is listening to that voice in my head or ignoring it. Lately...or for the past 25 years, I've listened to it more than ignore it. Today I decided to stop. Oh sure, it's not going to be a 100% turn around and I'll have the days when that little voice of procrastination wins over, but I'm just so tired of the excuses.
Last night around 8:15 (I kid you not) I fell asleep on the couch. So when I woke up around 8:45 I was like, "Dude, I'm going to bed and I'm going to wake up at 5:00 and go for a 4 miler". It felt great going to bed so early...but of course once I knew I was going to be waking up at 5:00 it took my mind about 45 minutes to quiet down enough for me to fall asleep. Then I woke up a few times completely drenched in sweat to the point that I almost thought I might be sick. My theory for this is that Steve likes it about 75-78 degrees in the house when he's sleeping. Whereas I can't sleep unless the thermostat is set to closer to 69-70 degrees. Naturally, since I went to bed so early, it was Steve's job to turn the thermostat down. So anyway, I woke up at 4:58. God, that's early. I quickly grabbed my phone, turned off the alarm, and laid back in bed deciding my next course of action.
Here were my thoughts (I am not crazy. I know you guys have the same quiet conversations with yourself when you're deciding to get up or to push snooze about 10 times, don't deny it):
"Do I get up? I could go back to sleep for another hour and a half. That would be nice. What if I am getting sick? Steve's been fighting something for a few weeks now. What if I got whatever he has? It might be better for me if I do rest...But I don't feel sick...Ok, ok...just think about it. Dude! You signed up for a friggin' 10k! Get your a$$ out of bed!! You're not doing yourself any favors by making excuses. Just get out of bed and put your workout clothes on, get your contacts put in, put your ipod on your arm, shoes on your feet and go! You'll feel so much better once you do".
This thought process lasted a whole 15, almost 20 minutes. Finally, I got up. I can't keep making excuses or I'll never get anywhere. I even left Steve in bed (since he's been sick) and went by myself (of course, I took Anna with me).
Basically, the point of this post is for me to see that I just LOVE to self sabotage. I did it with applying for a job at schools. I do it with working out. I do it with just about everything in my life. So what do I do to conquer that? First of all, I get up when I don't want to. Who LIKES getting up at 5:15 in the morning? I sure as heck don't. Who LIKES getting out of their comfy beds? Not me. Who LIKES or ENJOYS setting a goal and never achieving it? That's not my style.
So here I am. 4 miles later, as well as 4 hours later, proud of myself for getting my lazy a$$ out of bed and running when I really, really, really didn't want to. Naturally though, once I started running...ok, who am I kidding, about 1 mile into my run, I felt great. It took way too long to hit my stride and to not feel like turning around, but once I did I. was. running (said like Forrest Gump). I jammed out to whatever was playing on my iPod, I said "good morning" to fellow nutzo's out there also working out when the sun still hasn't touched the skyline.
I guess I'm also posting this for people who think it's not possible what I'm doing. I'm posting this because I know I can't be alone in my feelings of, "I could just put this workout off until..." and then that "until" never comes, or when it does it's 2 months later and you have to build back up to where you were in the first place. Seriously, my "until" has been practically my whole life. I'm tired of making the excuses. I'm tired of the self loathing that happens when I decide not to go for that run or not to go for a stupid little walk with my dog or not to go the FREE flippin' gym that's seriously a 2 minute walk from my apartment. There's no excuse for it. There's no excuse for letting myself go from an almost size 6 to a size 12. Luckily, it's whenever I hit this point that I re-evaluate where I'm at and decide to start working out again. Right now, I've made it back down to the 8...would be perfectly happy if that's where I stayed, but kind of hope with all this running that somehow my middle gets whittled down just a little bit.
When I have days like this, it makes me wonder why I couldn't be a good personal trainer. I think I could do it. I think I'd be really good at it, too. You know why? Because I know what it's like. I know what it's like to not be able to lift weights. I know what it's like to not be able to run a single flippin' lap around a track. I know what it's like to yo-yo diet/weight/motivation, I know what it's like to finish a workout and be on cloud 9 because oh. my. gosh. I just ran for 3 whole minutes on the treadmill! I mean, seriously. There are these people out there who are personal trainers who've never been there. They don't know what it's like to be unmotivated, to not know what's healthy to eat and what's not healthy. My momma wasn't raised to cook us healthy meals. All throughout my childhood I remember fish sticks, personal pot pies, huge hamburgers, big helpings of spaghetti, pancakes fried in oil. I think it's the people who can identify with others that are the most successful. So maybe that's a calling. It certainly isn't an unattainable goal.
Last night around 8:15 (I kid you not) I fell asleep on the couch. So when I woke up around 8:45 I was like, "Dude, I'm going to bed and I'm going to wake up at 5:00 and go for a 4 miler". It felt great going to bed so early...but of course once I knew I was going to be waking up at 5:00 it took my mind about 45 minutes to quiet down enough for me to fall asleep. Then I woke up a few times completely drenched in sweat to the point that I almost thought I might be sick. My theory for this is that Steve likes it about 75-78 degrees in the house when he's sleeping. Whereas I can't sleep unless the thermostat is set to closer to 69-70 degrees. Naturally, since I went to bed so early, it was Steve's job to turn the thermostat down. So anyway, I woke up at 4:58. God, that's early. I quickly grabbed my phone, turned off the alarm, and laid back in bed deciding my next course of action.
Here were my thoughts (I am not crazy. I know you guys have the same quiet conversations with yourself when you're deciding to get up or to push snooze about 10 times, don't deny it):
"Do I get up? I could go back to sleep for another hour and a half. That would be nice. What if I am getting sick? Steve's been fighting something for a few weeks now. What if I got whatever he has? It might be better for me if I do rest...But I don't feel sick...Ok, ok...just think about it. Dude! You signed up for a friggin' 10k! Get your a$$ out of bed!! You're not doing yourself any favors by making excuses. Just get out of bed and put your workout clothes on, get your contacts put in, put your ipod on your arm, shoes on your feet and go! You'll feel so much better once you do".
This thought process lasted a whole 15, almost 20 minutes. Finally, I got up. I can't keep making excuses or I'll never get anywhere. I even left Steve in bed (since he's been sick) and went by myself (of course, I took Anna with me).
Basically, the point of this post is for me to see that I just LOVE to self sabotage. I did it with applying for a job at schools. I do it with working out. I do it with just about everything in my life. So what do I do to conquer that? First of all, I get up when I don't want to. Who LIKES getting up at 5:15 in the morning? I sure as heck don't. Who LIKES getting out of their comfy beds? Not me. Who LIKES or ENJOYS setting a goal and never achieving it? That's not my style.
So here I am. 4 miles later, as well as 4 hours later, proud of myself for getting my lazy a$$ out of bed and running when I really, really, really didn't want to. Naturally though, once I started running...ok, who am I kidding, about 1 mile into my run, I felt great. It took way too long to hit my stride and to not feel like turning around, but once I did I. was. running (said like Forrest Gump). I jammed out to whatever was playing on my iPod, I said "good morning" to fellow nutzo's out there also working out when the sun still hasn't touched the skyline.
I guess I'm also posting this for people who think it's not possible what I'm doing. I'm posting this because I know I can't be alone in my feelings of, "I could just put this workout off until..." and then that "until" never comes, or when it does it's 2 months later and you have to build back up to where you were in the first place. Seriously, my "until" has been practically my whole life. I'm tired of making the excuses. I'm tired of the self loathing that happens when I decide not to go for that run or not to go for a stupid little walk with my dog or not to go the FREE flippin' gym that's seriously a 2 minute walk from my apartment. There's no excuse for it. There's no excuse for letting myself go from an almost size 6 to a size 12. Luckily, it's whenever I hit this point that I re-evaluate where I'm at and decide to start working out again. Right now, I've made it back down to the 8...would be perfectly happy if that's where I stayed, but kind of hope with all this running that somehow my middle gets whittled down just a little bit.
When I have days like this, it makes me wonder why I couldn't be a good personal trainer. I think I could do it. I think I'd be really good at it, too. You know why? Because I know what it's like. I know what it's like to not be able to lift weights. I know what it's like to not be able to run a single flippin' lap around a track. I know what it's like to yo-yo diet/weight/motivation, I know what it's like to finish a workout and be on cloud 9 because oh. my. gosh. I just ran for 3 whole minutes on the treadmill! I mean, seriously. There are these people out there who are personal trainers who've never been there. They don't know what it's like to be unmotivated, to not know what's healthy to eat and what's not healthy. My momma wasn't raised to cook us healthy meals. All throughout my childhood I remember fish sticks, personal pot pies, huge hamburgers, big helpings of spaghetti, pancakes fried in oil. I think it's the people who can identify with others that are the most successful. So maybe that's a calling. It certainly isn't an unattainable goal.
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