So I Joined Meetings


I changed my account to Monthly Pass yesterday, and will be going to my first meeting tonight.  I’m nervous as a hooker in church, but I’ll get through it.

I’m leaving work at around 3 to get home and get my run over with so I can be at the center by 5.  I’m thinking this will hold me more accountable than just online has.  I think the idea of going each week will keep me on track.

Just have to get in the door.

Menu:

  • Breakfast: 3 eggs, zucchini, bell pepper, onion; coffee w/ milk
  • Snack: water
  • Lunch: Chipotle – lettuce, veggies, medium salsa, corn salsa, barbacoa, cheese
  • Snack: more water for my run
  • Dinner: Pork tenderloin with zucchini pasta

Activity: 3 miles this afternoon.  I should have done it this morning, but sleep was needed.

I’m missing Moody something fierce right now.  I keep thinking his little 11 pound body will be next to my bed.  I keep thinking that I have to mix his food.  I keep thinking I have to get his shot ready.  I keep thinking he’ll be asleep next to me on the couch.  I miss his presence.  I miss his fur.  I hate that I know I won’t ever hold him again.

Moody and Jason

Moody and Jason

Breaks my heart.

I’m hoping that this new turn I am taking in my life will be exactly what I need.  I hate waiting, even though I think I am being really patient.  I’m fighting really hard, I’m trying to be strong.  I’m trying to see the progress, no matter how small.

I’m really trying.  In running and mental stability and weight loss, really trying.

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!

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.

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Prepared.

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.

BUT.

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.

#Runhappy

#Runhappy

Marine Corps Marathon Training – Week 2


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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).

Ideas?

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.

 

Onward.

My Workout Schedule Whilst Training for a Marathon


We are 128 days out, guys.  128.

My training officially starts on Monday, but I figured I would start getting in the groove now.

  • Sunday: Lifting
  • Monday: Rest
  • Tuesday: Run (normally, nothing special)
  • Wednesday: Run (about 2 miles more than Tuesday’s run and race pace… whatever that is)
  • Thursday Lifting
  • Friday: Rest
  • Saturday: Long Run

The lifting days will most likely be “The Firm” DVD series.  They have one called High Def Sculpt, which I love.  Actually, it’s the only DVD I’ve done, even though I have like 6 to choose from.

The running will be a mix of run/walk because I’m not kidding myself.

I am rarely prepared for races, or I am too prepared.  I either carry nothing with me – this is when water stations tend to not have water – or I carry everything with me, and then after 4 miles I’m like ‘GAH’.

Did I really think this get up was a good idea? Not pictured: Thermal shirt underneath blue shirt. It was like 40 degrees that day.

I am never mentally prepared for a race either.

what in God’s name have I done.

Don’t you like how I have a shuffle under my shirt, AND an armband for my phone.  That totally didn’t become annoying almost immediately.

I have this overwhelming fear of coming in dead last, but I never do – mostly because there are walkers – but I never do.

Annapolis Half Marathon

I do believe that running is mostly mental.  I am not saying if you are a positive person, you can simply go run a marathon, but it helps.  Mentally training yourself is just as important as physically training yourself.

I’ve added strength training because every time I talk to runners, they also strength train.

It can’t hurt, right?

  • What races are you doing this year?
  • What training plan do you use?
  • do you carry a lot of crap with you when you run?

 

Running While Living On The Face of the Sun


I know Washington DC is not the hottest place on earth.  I get that.  I mean it’s not like this…

This person is not moving because their body has melted to the surface.

Death Valley, CA (HuffingtonPost.com) – Hottest Place On Earth – has reached 134 Degrees F.

Gross.

But, I am not one to live or like living in hot temperatures.  My people are from Europe.  Not the bustling party towns of Greece or Italy, where there is sun, but the quieter rainy countries of Ireland, Scotland, and England (May be not quieter, but it’s hard to talk when you’re drinking Whiskey to keep warm).

So when I see this….

Hell.

Hell.

All I can think about it jumping into our commercial freezer in the basement and dying that way.  I’d rather die cold I’ve decided.  You kind of just shut down and fall asleep.  Where as with fire and heat, you are awake.  YOU ARE AWAKE.

So the first thing I thought was – I’ll just bring extra water and wear my thinnest running garb and a hat.  I’ll be fine for 5 miles.

Then Jason said no.

So then I was like “I’ll run on the treadmill” and Jason smiled.

For those that don’t have a protective partner, or the free use of treadmill… here are some running tips from MyFitnessPal.com.

myfitnesspal hot weather running

Guys, this is so easy.

Of course, I think lists are always lacking, so here are my additions:

  1. Make friends with kids.  Kids have moms.  Moms go grocery shopping.  Kids get a Popsicle from their moms.  Thus, you will get a Popsicle.
  2. Force someone who doesn’t run to go with you.  You will surely do better than them, which will make even a jog around the block seem like victory.
  3. Just Sleep Instead.  Sleep is crucial to running and recovery.  Take the day off for a nap.  You deserved it for that run you did in January when it was about 7 degrees outside.
  4. Run in Your Underwear.  Seriously, who cares what you look like.  You are running!
  5. Sing Journey The Entire Time.  Seriously.  It might work.
  6. Shave Your Head.  I mean, you are dedicated to this, right?  Summer is long, your hair shouldn’t be.
  7. Leave coolers with beer along your route.  Nothing too dark or heavy.  A nice wheat beer should do the trick.
  8. Curse.  Loudly, and frequently.  Unless you are around your children friends.
  9. Run through sprinkler systems in people’s yards.  I’m sure they won’t care.
  10. Stop running and take up swimming instead.  Who wants to run anyways.

Why Turkey Bacon, is in fact, Not Bacon


Whenever the husband and I deviate from the normal shopping trip to Wegmans, our mecca, we end up getting food that is similar to what we normally eat, but, really, not as good.

This past weekend, we ran out of time and had to hit up the Harris Teeter for our weekly trip.  This is no cut to Harris Teeter, but when you are used to Champagne, Budweiser just won’t cut it.

I eat bacon and eggs for breakfast everyday – I’m spoiled like that – because it’s a lot of protein that fills me up.  I learned this from talking to someone about how my protein drink in the morning didn’t do much, and how all I wanted were Donuts.

(FYI TODAY IS DONUT DAY – FREE DONUTS AT DUNKIN DONUTS)

This person was like, “Uh, eat actual food?”  So I did.  It’s worked out well.  I used to be a real freak and not eat pork.  I had a bad experience one time with ham and since then I’ve stayed far away from it.

Well, that changed with Bacon.  I love bacon.  I normally buy the Wegman’s Brand of center cut thin slice  no sodium bacon.  It’s pretty much my jam.

Well Harris Teeter does have bacon that is from pork, but it was all thick cut and expensive.  So I veered back to an old friend of Turkey Bacon.

Do you know what it’s like to eat real Italian Food in Italy, and then go to Olive Garden?  That’s what this experience has been.  The Turkey Bacon was great when I didn’t know any better.  But now, it’s flavor is a bit lacking, it’s dry, it doesn’t break apart well, even when crispy.  It kind of makes me hate breakfast.

WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE I LOVE BREAKFAST.

(I also love Brunch, Lunch, Second Lunch, Dinner, and Supper.)

So I sit here with my pathetic breakfast of dry turkey and eggs and wonder, why?

Then I think about the people who don’t eat bacon at all.  I understand moral objection to eating meat, and I’m not downing on Vegans or Vegetarians, but I tried that for like a day and have never been so hungry before in my life.  Granted I was doing it wrong.  I was eating lettuce and bread with Peanut Butter.  I’m sure if I added actual food it might have worked.

Until dinner with my husband, who refuses to not have at least two animals slaughtered for every meal he has.

I will live through this, but come Sunday, on our shopping trip to Wegmans, I will be buying multiple packs of actual, real to life, amazing bacon.

National Running Day


First Off… I ran outside yesterday in the heat.  It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t amazing either.  After saying that I would run this morning, and then promptly sleeping through it, I decided today would be indoors.

I’m doing 2 miles at lunch and 2 miles after work.

It’s National Running Day and there are a lot of specials going on… If you live in a city that does the Rock N’ Roll Marathon/Half Marathon race go to their website – you can save a lot of money today to sign up for next year’s races.

I, of course, signed up.

It was good.  I had to stop a bunch to catch my breath, cool off, not get dizzy, drink water. I think I need to just start running with a gallon of water.  Even 3 miles in this heat makes me thirsty like a, well thirsty person.

I covered the 3.1 miles and then lazily walked (dragged) myself back to the house where I almost went into shock after getting inside to the air conditioning.  I promptly guzzled more water and let the dogs out.  I sat for a good bit just trying to cool down and then decided on a cold shower.

It was spectacular.

What was not spectacular was this:

I’m the big dummy who didn’t put sunscreen on.  LUCKILY I had Burt’s Beeswax After Sun treatment that I slathered on immediately following my shower, and it seems it healed up most of it pretty quickly.  I don’t really tan after a sunburn so much as the section of burnt skin just kind of becomes discolored. Kind of gross.

Anyways… Yesterday was my first day COMPLETELY 100% BACK ON PLAN.

I tracked everything and I mean everything.  I was down 2.4 pounds this morning from yesterday – which leads me to believe that I am retaining water like whoa.  But I also think it’s because crap food gets stuck in your system (if you catch my drift) and causes many things like weight gain, bloat, gas, indigestion, and annoyance.

It was liberating to run in a tank top.  I know that doesn’t seem like much to people, but it really is to me.  now once my legs don’t clap together when I’m running, I’ll be sure to add shorts to this equation.

Today’s Plan:

  • B: 2 eggs, 2 strips of bacon, (1 slice of banana bread… whoops) Iced coffee with Milk
  • L: BIG SALAD with tons of veggies and chicken, FF dressing, Yogurt, apple, baby carrots, diet coke
  • D: ANOTHER BIG SALAD with grilled chicken, feta, and bacon
  • After Dinner Drinks with cohorts from my program at school

It’s gonna be a good day people

Props Where Props Are Due


I had another great day yesterday.  I tracked everything, I worked out a lot, and I went to bed without folding and getting a snack.  I need to up my water though, because that is still a hard task.  Which is odd.  I used to be able to guzzle down like 200 oz no problem.  Gotta get back in that habit.

The red circles are exercise

The red circles are exercise

That was yesterday’s read out from FitBit.  I love this little gadget.  I really do.  It makes me feel awesome to see the steps and the calories burned (that’s overall even while I’m sitting, so don’t get too excited) and how many miles I’ve traveled.  It will be awesome to see the read out after the marathon. :-)

Grades were finally posted to PatriotWeb for this semester, and while I knew I had received A’s in both classes, I wanted to be sure.

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And now I am.

Go Me.

Today’s Plan (Which is tracked already!)

  • B: 2 eggs, 3 strips of bacon, iced coffee w/ fat free half and half
  • S: Banana
  • L: Turkey Salami and Cheddar wrap, pop corners, apple, yogurt, snapple
  • S: water
  • D: Baked chicken and a baked potato cooked with EVOO
  • Activity: I’m supposed to run 3.1 miles.  I am going to attempt to make myself do this outside.  Please send me messages at like 3:30 pm EST and tell me to run outside.  (Twitter or Facebook will do)

I can’t believe a week from today I will be traveling to Italy with Jason.  It’s so weird, so surreal, and so abrupt.  We planned this and booked it like 6 weeks ago – and I ignorantly was like “I can totally lose 30 pounds by then” – HAH.  I’m aiming to look better by my birthday.

Last thought:

brooke birmingham sbs watermark

Unless you have been living under a rock the past few days, you know who this gorgeous woman is.  Her name is Brooke and she has become famous overnight for standing up to Shape Magazine for their ill treatment of her story.  After losing 172 pounds, this woman should be celebrated, not told to cover up.

Read more about her at one of the many outlets that have picked up her story:

Defeating the Scale Tuesday – Week 9


  • Starting Weight: 190.8 pounds
  • Current Weight: 13.6
  • Week Difference: + 1.4
  • Total Difference: +2.6
  • Emotion: Meh

Not really defeating the scale, am I?  I just got my paper tracker and my FitBit zip so I am using those now.  I am so pissed at myself.  SO PISSED.  How.  Did.   I.  Let.  Myself.  Get.  Back.  Here.

Oh I know how:

  1. I didn’t track honestly.  I would track Breakfast and lunch and possibly snacks and then say eff it by the end of the day.  Then I would eat what I want and act like it was no big deal, when really, the pain of it was festering.
  2. I dropped my activity level.  A few years ago when training for the Half Marathon I was running about 30 – 35 miles a week.  I could eat a bit more liberally.  But, since I have pretty much abandoned the training (For the past 4 or so halfs and pretty much every other race) I haven’t been able to continue keeping the weight at bay.
  3. I let myself comfort myself with Food.  Bad day? FOOD.  Crappy Week? FOOD.  Great day? FOOD.  Awesome week? FOOD.  Oh and let’s not forget the bored eating.
  4. Alcohol has become a staple that it never was before.  I used to laugh when people told me that when they started Weight Watchers and cut back their alcohol, they lost a ton of weight.  I used to think “I don’t drink that much.”  Well that’s changed.  I drink too much, too often.  I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck most weekends.
  5. My desire seems to be gone.

I want to lose weight, but that doesn’t mean I am ready to lose weight.  Which blows.  I’m trying to push myself in that direction because I am tired of the way I look, the way I feel, and how low I see myself.

Today, after seeing the read out on the scale, I forced myself to wear heels, nice pants, and a new top I bought.  I forced myself to look nice, in hopes that the confidence boost in my nice clothes would help.

It’s a new day, it’s a new week.  I will conquer it.