Marine Corps Marathon Training – Week 3

I will not be anywhere near these guys


Week 3/18:

  • Monday – Rest Day
  • Tuesday – 3.20 miles – 35’21″ – 11’03″ pace
  • Wednesday – 5.0 Miles – 53’39″ – 10’44″ pace
  • Thursday – 3.0 Miles – 33’18″ – 11’06″ pace
  • Friday – Rest Day
  • Saturday – 9.0 Miles – 1:44:47 – 11’39″ pace
  • Sunday – Dog walk and rest

I actually followed the training plan to a T this week, even on the days I was supposed to run.  I didn’t modify the schedule at all and I call this a win.  Those 9 miles were hard, lots of walking, lots of stopping, lots of wondering why the hell I am doing this in the first place.

I’m eager to get my mileage up because I know that once I see this isn’t impossible, I’ll feel better about it.  This coming week, my mileage jumps a bit, which is totally fine.  I have to push myself at some point.

I was very surprised at myself on Saturday.  I got up at 5:45 and was out the door by 6:15.  6:15!  I hope that continues.  It will make this whole training thing easier.

Have a great Monday!

Reflecting Before 30 – Day 1

It’s Thursday!  Almost Friday.

I had the weirdest dream last night, that turned into a nightmare.  I’m not going to share it with you because it was seriously so disturbing.

I’ve been on this kick lately of listening to songs that I was obsessed with when I was in middle and high school.  I’m talking Blu Cantrell “Hit ‘Em Up Style”, Macy Gray “I try”, James Blunt “High”, Toad The Wet Sprocket, Mariah Carey (The entire Fantasy album).  It’s bringing me back to the moments where I would sing along to these songs in my car while driving around alone.

I used to make mix CDs of love songs from the 90′s and drive around thinking about the guy I liked (It was pretty much the same guy through Middle School, and then the same guy all through High School – yeah I ‘went out’ with other people, but nothing could touch these guys).  It usually ended up with me tearing up thinking that they would never see me as anything other than the person they ignored.

I was so desperate in high school to just fit in anywhere.  I wanted someone to care, so badly.  I wanted to feel like I had friends.  I wanted to be wanted by a guy for more than what I had already experienced.  I wanted so many things that to others were just afforded.  I watched girls and guys at school dances and thinking, why can’t that be me?  Why can’t I know how to dress.  Why can’t I listen and like the cool music?  Why can’t I look like them?

Why am I so much less.

I believe this was Sophomore Year Fall Formal

I tried, i mean I couldn’t wear the dresses that others wore, because I was so incredibly uncomfortable with being girly.  I didn’t know how to do it.  This dress and all the others were picked out by my mom, because I had no idea what I was doing.

Can you find me?

Can you find me?

I never learned when I was younger to be less critical of myself, and thus it continued into college, and now adulthood.  The fact is, everything did work out as it was supposed to.

I still have my best friend, and we are closer than ever

I married my soulmate

I have an amazing support system of sisters

And the best parents anyone could hope for

It’s time to move on.


Tuesday Morning Run #RunHappy

I DID IT.  I got my butt out of bed at 5:20, fed the dogs, laced up my shoes and went out for 3-ish miles.

photo 1


I finally got to wear my reflective vest!  You know, because wearing one while running inside might make you feel cool, but not more visible than you already are.

I set out, at first nervous, then I felt good, then my legs sucked, then the heat was getting to me (It wasn’t actually hot, I just told myself it was) and then my evil thoughts crept in.  I need to learn to banish those.   I slowed quickly.  Most likely because I have been running, yet again, on the treadmill, and not breathing right, and being lazy, and tired.


I found this…

Trash Treasure

Trash Treasure

It was SO cool.  I stopped to inspect (and of course take this picture) and then thought about what kind of crossfit workout that would be to carry this beast home while finishing my run.  Before I threw on my gloves, pounded my chest, and activated beast mode, I took a whiff of air through my nose.

Death.  It smelled like actual death.  It also, upon further and closer inspection, had a mysterious stain.  All of these reasons are most likely why it is on the curb for trash pick up.  But I wanted to make sure.

I resigned to only have a slightly parkour run, so I jumped on and off some curbs and hurdled some sprinklers to make myself feel better.

It was not the best run, it was def. not my fastest or most comfortable.  But, it was mine, and it was done prior to work and that, my friends, enemies, lovers, and family is all that matters.

The face of accomplishment

The face of accomplishment

Nothing spectacular planned for today, but work, and then a doctors appointment.  I plan on going home and sitting on my ass, because hey, I earned it this morning.  I just really hope in all my exhaustion that when I do get home I don’t immediately lace up and try to run again.

HAH.  Who am I kidding.  I’m not going to forget that this is done.  PLEASE.



Late Fabulous Friday and “It’s Been 2 Weeks”

  • Change This Week: -1.4
  • Total Lost: -4.2
  • Goal the Week: Keep on Keeping On

It was Friday July 4, so I didn’t feel like Blogging.  I really just wanted to sleep and eat all day.  So we pretty much did that all day.  After I saw that I had seen that I lost weight.

Gotta keep it up.

It’s been 2 Weeks, since we let Moody Go.

It feels so fresh.  It stings when I think I see him out of the corner of my eye, and he’s not there.

This picture breaks my heart

I think about where he could be, who he is being taken care of by, if anyone.  I want to desperately believe in that animals go to heaven, and we will see them again, but part of me doubts it.  This is the part of me that I hate.  I get so wrapped up in my faith and then something from logic interrupts my thinking and I immediately think the worst.

All I want is just one more time.  All I want is to have him, in my arms, for just one moment more.  I want to feel his fur, his warmth, and his little wet cold nose on me.  I would do, give, whatever, anything.

It doesn’t help that for some reason I keep listening to the most depressing music.  (Someone should not allow me to listen to Bon Iver music, because I am starting to think he agrees that life is not worth it.)

I actually resent Italy.  I really do.  I mean I loved the trip and am so thankful that I had the ability to do it, but I would have traded it all for Moody to be back.  I missed a week with him because I was on vacation.  It hurts so much.

Moody Dog Post Eye Surgery

What hurts more, is that I keep thinking that I let it go too long.  I hope that he doesn’t harbor any ill feelings to me for being selfish and keeping around.

I hope he knew how much I loved him.  I hope he knew the light and love he brought to me when I needed it the most.  I can feel him when I am between sleep and wake in the morning.  I can feel him as I go to sleep.  I can feel his love and devotion in our new dog Schnoozie.  I can feel him, but I know it’s fading.  I know I won’t feel him always.

That is the day I will hate the most.

Marine Corps Marathon Training – Week 2


Week 2/18:

  • Monday – Rest Day
  • Tuesday – 3 miles – 31’31″ – 10’30″ pace
  • Wednesday – Rest Day – Felt like crapola
  • Thursday – 5 Miles – 53’42″ – 10’44″ pace
  • Friday – Rest Day
  • Saturday – 3 Miles – 32’47″ – 10’56″ pace
  • Sunday – 9 miles  because I suck

I know I’ve got time, but I am really thinking hard about what my costume should be.  Like ‘UMERICA and go all red white and blue?  Disney Princess?  Struggling Runner (this won’t need a costume, as it will be me anyways).


I missed my long run this week.  Why?  Well, Saturday night we went out, and I had every intention of not getting plastered and then I did.




For the majority of the corporate/government/non-retail or food service world – tomorrow is a holiday.  I know, I know.  There will be people working. I know.  I did that every.year. when I worked at Starbucks.  I totally feel your pain.  Now, being in the type of job I am in, I have tomorrow off.

I am thankful for tomorrow off, because this week needs to end.

Tonight, we are heading to Coastal Flatts with my friend Lisa for dinner.  This will kick off the weekend in a great way.

I need some happy times in my life right now, and seriously that song, ‘Happy’, makes me feel better for the duration of it, but you can’t hit repeat on it forever.

Today I’ll be running 3 miles, and then tomorrow morning I am going to get up and knock out my 5 miler that I skipped yesterday.  Sunday, will then be 9 miles.  I plan on just taking the route I did last weekend for 8 miles and elongating it by milling around a bit towards the end.  I don’t want to stray too much farther from my house, because last week, I essentially limped home, but I still gotta get the mileage in.

Food wise, I am just trying to make good choices.

Mentality wise, I am trying to count my blessings, and forget the trials I have.  I am trying to focus on the now, and not the rest of my life.  It is not easy, as I am sure you all know.

Thank you for everyone who reached out yesterday asking me if I needed help, or just sending an encouraging thought.

…Then My World Became AMAZING

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July Goals

A new month!  A new start!  A clean slate!

Where the heck is this year going?

So here are my July Goals…

  • Continue to track honestly with Weight Watchers.  I think I say this weekly, but I really want to stick to it now.  With marathon training, I know it will be hard to keep hunger in check, but I also know that I can still refuel properly with healthier choices.
  • Marathon Training.  I do not want to miss workouts, because they are crucial to the success of me not dying on the route.  So I am aiming to not skip any unless something horrid happens.  This will mean switching the days around a bit, but I will still cover the mileage each week.
  • Long Runs.  Get up early so I don’t have the crap fest that I did this past weekend.  I have to come to grips that soon I’ll be doing 15+ mile runs, and that will require me to get up early so my entire day is not wasted or ruined by a long run.  I know it’s not ‘wasted’ but I hate not being able to hang with the husband on the weekends.
  • SUNSCREEN.  I got burned on my run, badly.  So I need to not do that again.  With my pale skin and the fact skin cancer runs rampant through my family, I shouldn’t be testing this.  PLUS sunburns cause premature aging.
  • Mental Stability.  Continue working towards the correct medicine regime, and therapy.  Looks like I will be joining up with an Intensive Outpatient group for mental health.  Sounds scary.  Makes me sound scary.  Makes me sound like I am unstable.  Makes me feel like I have no control over things, but I am told by both my Psychiatrist and Therapist are like “You need this.”  I hate admitting that my Bi-Polar is controlling my life.  I hate that I feel mortified that this is my life.  But I also know there is no way around it.
  • Dog Walks.  I gotta get back out and walk the dogs.  I feel like I’ve been putting this off because of the loss of Moodster, as it will be odd as a 3 dollar bill, but at the same time, I can’t do that to Blarney and Schnoozie.  Moody wouldn’t want me to.  I hate that his stroller is in the basement.  I hate that his bed is in a closet upstairs.  I hate that I lean down from my side of the bed and he is not there.  I hate that I have to grow from this.  But I have to learn from it.

It is so weird living without Moody, and I hope with time that will get better.

To start out July Here’s My Menu and Daily Plan:

  • Breakfast: 1 Slice of whole wheat toast, 1/4 smashed avocado, 2 eggs, and 2 strips of bacon with grilled onions; coffee w/ milk
  • Snack: Water (need to hydrate!)
  • Lunch: Salad – romaine, zucchini, onion, bell pepper, tomato, cheese & balsamic dressing
  • Snack: More water – Happy Hour with company so I’m having one drink
  • Dinner: Garden Salad – Romaine, Zucchini, Onion, Bell Pepper, tomato, Cheese & balsamic dressing (yes, like lunch)

Activity: Running 3 Miles

I’m working on it.

Marine Corps Marathon Training – Week 1

So it’s begun!

It actually started for me on June 23, 2014, and the next 17 weeks (18 including this one) are going to put me through my paces to get to that freaking finish line.


Well, that’s the start line… you get what I’m saying.

Week 1:

  • Monday – Rest Day
  • Tuesday – 3 miles – 32’40″ – 10’53″ pace
  • Wednesday – 5 miles – 54’30″ – 10’53″ pace
  • Thursday – 3 miles – 32’45″ – 10’54′ pace
  • Friday – Rest Day – Thank you God.
  • Saturday – Rest Day – Wasn’t feeling well
  • Sunday – 8 Miles – 1:29:27 – 11’11″ pace

I would like to add more strength training, which was my goal originally, and I think once my long runs hit double digits, I might scale back to running 3 days a week and then strength training twice a week.

We’ll see how I feel.

With regards to food… I’m open to suggestions.  I bought the Runner’s World Cookbook for runners, and while everything inside looks amazing, I have no idea what I am doing when it comes to building a meal plan.  Do I need a plan?  Can’t I just eat when I am hungry?

Why can’t bagels be their own mandatory food group, along with frozen yogurt, and beer?

Training Specs:

  • Footwear – Brooks Ghost 5 & 6 (I’m waiting till I get closer to the race to break in the 7′s)
  • Clothing – Mixture of Nike and Old Navy Active
  • Hydration – Depending on run length, Camelbak (60 oz) or my water belt (32 oz) – I need to learn to run without a crap load of water, since I am pretty sure neither of those are allowed in the race)
  • Terrain – Mixture of outside (pavement, sidewalks) and treadmill (ugh)
  • Other Gear: Garmin 210 watch, iPod shuffle


Fabulous Friday – Week 3

  • Change This Week: -0.8
  • Total Lost: -2.8
  • Goal the Week: Right direction.  Moving on.


It’s hard to get up in the morning when all you have to do is work.  It’s gonna be even harder to get up tomorrow when I have to run 8 miles.  I am aiming for being out of the house by 6:30 am.  I want it over and done with as fast as possible.

My Route

My Route

It’s actually more than 8 miles, but I figure jogging the last bit won’t be that big of a deal.

I say this now.

I am going to do this.  I am going to do this.  I am going to do this.

I have to keep psyching myself up for it, so that when it actually is 6:00 am tomorrow, I can get  up, let the dogs out, feed them, and get ready to run.  I’m planning on trying out the Nuun and Normal Water tomorrow during the run – about 16 ounces of each.  I’m also going to carry my credit card with me so that I can buy a bottle of water if need be.  This is a smart thing that I have never done.

I will set out my clothes tonight, and get everything ready so I can just grab and go before my body realizes what is happening.

This is going to be interesting.  Very interesting.