What a week, I tell ya.Sunday November 17 – Rest Day I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I managed to piss off every member of my family by first forgetting that I was supposed to go dress shopping with my sister for her wedding next year, and then realizing that I couldn’t breathe through my nose and had a slight fever and shouldn’t leave the house. I apparently, “ruined everything”, and they didn’t go as a result. While I apologized to both my mom and little sister, it didn’t seem to help and no one is talking to me still. While I get that it’s an emotional time for the bride to be, I wish when things happened between me and another person in my family, the rest would stay out of it. Like my dad! He’s great at not getting involved. Monday November 18 – 3.1 Mile Run – 32’17″ – 386 Calories This run was fun, but I didn’t want to do it. I hate how on Mondays the last thing I want to do is exercise but it’s the one thing I need to do. I need the stress depletion and the centering that a run gives me. Although I was coughing, sneezing, and generally miserable (hence the slowness in my time) I still felt better afterward. I came home and stood underneath the hot shower for about 20 minutes, and that made me feel better. What also made me feel better was lots of tea. I went through 10 bags! Tuesday November 19 – Sprints on the Treadmill I had actually thought about taking a rest day, but I promised myself a “speed workout” once a week, to see if this helps with endurance, and by golly, I am not going to let myself down. I’ll call this my HIIT for the week. Plus Thursday (when this was originally planned for) I have to go back to the doctor for my TB reading, and this will not allow me enough time before class to get a workout in. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought. I did 20 minutes and then was exhausted. I guess HIIT is supposed to be short, so I don’t feel horrible about how small the workout was. I mean I did something. I just wish I could easily be like “Hey I’m going to go run hill sprints for like an hour.” I am not sure if people do that, but it sounds bad ass. Wednesday November 20 – 3.1 Mile Run (On Treadmill) – 33’57″ – 474 Calories (6 APs) I wanted to run this outside, but by the time I got home I was so tired, and unmotivated, and it was dark, and I was annoyed, and didn’t want to do anything. I figured me doing SOMETHING was in order, so I took a really slow run on the treadmill (slow for me). I set the speed at 5.6 and just jogged while watching Tuesday’s Biggest Loser episode. I really like watching that while I work out because it’s like I’m working out with them (kind of). I plan on doing strength training once I’ve finished my races for the year and I think Wednesday will be that day while I watch B.L. Thursday November 21 – Rest Day My legs were not feeling it today. I was tired, and I was planning on working out at my work gym and I just woke up not wanting to. I was disappointed in myself for not working out but then I realized that I have to listen to my body when I know something isn’t right. Friday November 22 – Sprints on Treadmill – 387 Calories (5 APs) I pretty much copied the workout from Wednesday, except I just went longer. It was only 25 minutes and then a cool down of 5 minutes. I felt pretty good after this workout and am realizing if I stick to these speed runs I can improve my time overall. The burst of high intensity for a short amount of time and then recovery is great. I wish I could do all runs like this. I mean I guess I could, but that would be kind of tiresome. I am wiped after these workouts more so than I am after a half marathon. Saturday November 23 – MCM Turkey Trot 10K race – 1:03:11 – 871 Calories (14 APs) I really didn’t want to do this race. I was not dressed properly for the waiting around aspect before the race and really just wanted to get started. Once the gun went off and the race started I zoned out. I just ran. I didn’t look at my watch for pace until mile two. I knew I was going faster than I should be, but I also knew that there was no harm in walking when I had to. Granted, I walked a lot more than I had to, but I was trying to save my hip from certain pain that would occur, eventually. Recap here Sunday November 24 – Rest Day/Prep for Thanksgiving I did not prep for Thanksgiving. I did rest, however. I went and saw Catching Fire, and then went grocery shopping. That was my big day! Weekly Totals: Miles: 16.80 Calories Burned: 2395 Goals for Next Week: Miles: 20.00 Calories: 3000
I woke up Saturday Morning wishing that I hadn’t signed up for this race. The weather called for rain on Saturday all week, so I was pretty happy to see that it was in fact not raining, but sunny outside. This was the first good thing I had seen that day. I got out of bed, hobbled downstairs, as my calves were like “NOPE. We aren’t going to work right for you.” This is why stretching after exercising, and in general is a good idea folks. I took care of the dogs and then made it back upstairs to where Jason was about to jump in the shower.Me: I was going to shower Jason: Why? Me: Because I need to shave my legs. Jason: Why? Me: Because I am wearing capris to the race. Jason: You do know it’s freezing outside, right? Literally freezing.
I did not know this. I found a pair of my Old Navy Active Capris because I figured my under armor cold gear ones would be “too much” for the race, and then threw my sports bra and Tech Shirt for the race on. I figured I’d be good with my Northface jacket until I started the race.
This was mistake 1.
We traveled down to Quantico Marine Corps Base – where the race is – and then I realized half way there that we were going to be super early, because I thought the race started at 8, when it didn’t start till 8:45 am. Jason was not amused. We stopped at Panera to get him breakfast and I simply sat and drank my coffee, trying not to be nervous. We arrived and I immediately ran to the bins that they have at this race with old MCM shirts. I found my size and pulled it over me. It was a Marine Corps Marathon Finisher shirt from 2011. I did not run this race, nor did I finish it. I immediately remembered what another runner told me about wearing shirts of races you didn’t do, and how it’s bad luck. Well that was enough for me. Plus I didn’t want any race photos showing me in that shirt, so I took it off. Behind the porto johns with Jason blocking the view as I disrobed. Fun morning.
We waited – me freezing, Jason smartly in layers, and the kids fun mile started. The child that finished first did it in 5’32″ or some crazy number like that. Way to make me feel slow, kid.
Then it was our turn. I begrudgingly handed Jason my Northface Jacket, after many minutes of going back and forth as to whether I would just run with it or not, and then moved to center of the pack. I was sure I would get trampled, even though I was kind of toward the end, so I braced myself for that. The two women behind me seemed like they were out for blood, as they were both trying to PR. The men in front of me, just wanted to finish. I just wanted to live through the start line as it funneled a bit at the timing board because the MCM thinks that’s funny, apparently. Let’s see how many people get trampled having to go from 16 feet of width, down to 8 feet.
“HAHAHAHA” – The Marines.
I got through with minor incident of being elbowed by one of the bloodthirsty women and then started my trot. I was first thinking about the Marines who give their lives and limbs to protect us on a daily basis, and how this race is not hard in comparison. I let that thought travel with me to Mile Two. We hit a water station just before, which I promised myself I would walk through, because I wasn’t carrying water, and there was no chance in hell I was planning on winning this race, or my age group.
Jesus passed us going back towards the finish area at this point. I say he is Jesus because a.) I predicted when seeing him at the start, that he would in fact win the race, and that he was the Son of God because he fit the Americanized version of Jesus (Beard, Long hair, Lean Muscular Body) – I was strangely attracted to him, which made me feel bad, but I am sure Jesus was a hot dude. I am comfortable in my religion saying that.
I made it to mile three and was kind of surprised. Nothing hurt, but I was tired, and I pushed too hard and my breathing was off. So I took a walk break and texted Jason.Me: I just passed mile 3 Jason: You’re Making Great Time Me: Yayyyykjdfkj
I had started running again and wasn’t sure what I actually texted back, but I believe the aforementioned text was accurate. mile 4 came up quick and I just kept going, but a slowed my pace. I remember from last year there being a killer gravel hill around mile 5 – but that never happened, so I think they either changed the course, or they built something there that we had to run by as opposed to around. Mile 5 came and I was like “WAHOOO” because that meant we were almost done.
I get that way around the last mile, even if it’s like a 5K.
Then the side stitch. Stupid side stitch had to happen right when I was running by a group of cheering marines, and I swear they were all judging me. I had my music up loud so I could hear them say things like “WEAK” and “WHY AREN’T YOU RUNNING?” I have no confirmation that these words were uttered but I believe they were.
This is when I texted Jason with “I think I’m dying.” I needed something to push me through. According to my Garmin I had 0.60 miles left, give or take, and I knew I had to run through the finish to not feel like and idiot, so I took a walk break up the last hill. An Officer in the Marine Corps was at the top, and he high fived me when I got there and said “I walk up this hill too.” That made me feel better, even though he was most likely a big fat liar. Except not big, or fat.
Then I saw it. They use the arches from the Marine Corps Marathon so it, for a brief moment, felt like I had finished the marathon – But not really. It was dehydration and pain that made me think that. I kept running, and decided I would not go in an all out sprint like I usually do at the end of races, because at that point my mind was on the Turkeys. The Turkeys that give their lives (have them taken, actually) every year for us at Thanksgiving. How brave (scared) they are and how we never actually thank them.
Thank you, Turkeys. Thank you so much.
I passed the finish and immediately started looking for Jason. I was handed a ‘Warrior Chip” with the race logo on it and a bottle of water. I then was handed gatorade. I love those volunteers and how they just know what we need.
I was then handed a bag with random food in it, and then I was released into the family area where Jason found me and was smiling.
“I just want to leave” – Me
We walked to the car, and I wondered if I had actually PR’d or not, but really I didn’t care.
It was a great race, which the Marine Corps always puts on. They are organized, friendly, amazing, and give us major praise for completing things that seriously aren’t as hard as the sacrifices they make on a daily basis.
Thank you, Marine Corps. Thank you so much.
- Yesterday’s workout was cut short, I knew I didn’t have enough time by when I got home. I decided something was better than nothing. I did 20 minutes total with the following break ups: Warm Up (5 minute jog at 5.5 mph)/ Intervals (30 seconds at 8.0 mph/90 seconds at 5.0 mph x 5)/Cool Down (5 minute jog at 5.5 mph). I burned 286 calories or 3APs and felt great. It was a big sweat session and I definitely felt I worked harder than the calorie output stated, which is fine. It’s all about how you feel and not what numbers say. I was dripping with sweat for about 20 minutes afterward (which made getting ready for class fun).
- Then it was time for class. I showed up and went into the room and after waiting for the professor to show up we barely had a class. It lasted about 1 hour and 30 minutes (for a 2 hour and 40 minute class). I wasn’t complaining, but I was hungry. I left class came home and had toast and milk and felt like a 5 year old all over again. After prepping for bed I was asleep almost instantly, and then woke up about 6 times throughout the night having to go to the bathroom or just being restless. Up at 5:50 this morning to get to work early so we could get through some things in the database before the rest of the world shows up to the office.
- I had a bit of a break yesterday. I mentally became overwhelmed and pissed off, and sad all at once, and it was scary, annoying, painful, etc. I just wanted to hide from everything (my job, school, Jason, running). I am honestly thinking that I should drop one class this Spring semester and totally focus on getting myself in a good place mentally. I think I am biting off more than I can chew and I am thinking that it’s going to catch up with me – possibly already has. Jason, bless his heart, said “Next week is Thanksgiving, you can relax!” but with 12+ people coming to my house for dinner on Thanksgiving, I would hardly call that relaxing.
- I have a race this Saturday which I am nervous about, but also really excited about. I love the racing atmosphere. Everyone is excited for everyone else, and at least at my pace, we are all really encouraging. There really is no competition with those around us, only internally, and everyone is so uplifting. I was told by numerous people in the holding area after the race that I was amazing, and look what I just accomplished and how great I was. I must have looked like I was really suffering, because I’m pretty sure everyone thought “This must be her first race, ever. Like, ever.”
- I’m back in the mindset of pace doesn’t matter, and I am happy there. Yes I would love to be able to run faster – like my Husband’s coworker who can run like 5 minute miles, but that’s NEVER going to happen. It’s just not in my genes or make up – AND I’M GOOD with that. I never want to be that person that becomes so competitive with my pace that I lose the joy I have found in running.
- I’d say my eating is back on track. I don’t know what I was smoking last week, but it’s not that hard to do if you plan, and have a crap load of veggies and fruit in the house. It really isn’t. You know what’s hard? Chemo. Drinking water over soda or having an apple over a candy bar is not hard. You have to keep these things in perspective.
- I can’t believe there are only 34 days till Christmas. Let that sink in.
Plan for the day:
3.1 mile run after work – outside in the freezing cold and wind.
So yesterday after work I decided that it would be good to get my recovery run in. I should have done it on Monday (as most articles I found said to do it with in 24 hours) but I could barely stand let alone walk or even think about running. Tuesday it is, then. I came home and threw on every cold weather item I had, since by the time I got home and was ready to run it was 44 degrees outside. So I had the following:
- Running dry wick gloves
- Under Armor Pull Over in reflective Pink (half Zip)
- My DailyMile T-shirt on top
- Under Armor running tights with fleece lining
- Knee high Reebok socks
- Jason’s Virginia Tech Knit Beenie
I was ready to go. I also was carrying a water bottle (completely not needed) and my Spi-belt with my phone in it. I began my trek and felt injured almost immediately. Because of my paranoia and my slowness I decided to change up my route since there have been a few ‘indiscretions’ in my area (as the Manassas City Police put it) and I didn’t want to add to the list.
Since my ‘close call’ last year with those two men who decided to ruin my running life outside, I’ve been pretty much steering clear of trails, cul-de-sacs, side roads, and any side of the street with a white van. I actually felt bad yesterday because I straight up tore across the road when a guy switched sides of the road suddenly and began walking towards me. It turns out he lived in the house I was in front of, but my insanity didn’t realize that.
There was another point that freaked me out, when I stopped to take pictures of the sky and sunrise for my Instagram (trying not to be 100% selfies anymore) a man walked up behind me and said “Isn’t it beautiful?” I shrieked and ran away. I’m sure he thought I was insane, and of course I think I am.
It’s a crap shoot really. I need to wear reflective gear because it’s getting darker earlier, and that makes me more visible, but then I also feel like a target. I know that is a victim mentality, but it’s really hard when you’ve already been a victim. Being a person who last year was ‘almost attacked’ as the police put it when I called, and then a survivor of rape from years ago, I am on edge when things feel “wrong”. I get these gut feelings that something isn’t right, and I never can put my finger on it, and 99% of the time I never find out what it is, or nothing happens – but it’s there. Always. Walking to my car on campus at night is most troubling, even with a million people around and calling Jason till I get in my locked car, I feel on edge. What would he be able to do on the phone?
Some might think I am being over dramatic, but for the past 11 months I haven’t been running outside except for races, my training and speed have suffered, and so have my legs. So for me to go outside, run a loop in my neighborhood, and not be constantly looking over my shoulder, is hard. I run with mace, I did run with a tazer my sister got me, but there were close calls on me tazing myself, and a lot of people at work think I should buy a gun and run with that (Please. No. I think that would scare me more). I thought about getting a dog to run with, but now with my old man Moody being so old and stuff, I can’t imagine bringing another dog into the house while he is here. I don’t want the added stress, lack of attention, and confusion brought to him, so I don’t need a running dog now.
Blarney is fat and may be I should bring him. I could try that today. I run slow enough that he could just trot next to me, and smile, and laugh, and bark at squirrels.
Plus he is so intimidating.
So there is my conundrum. There are no running groups near me, and frankly I’ll lose motivation if I have to drive to meet one (unless it’s a weekend). So I will just be looking over my shoulder, and praying for a protective bubble.
Oh and I am pretty sure I am going to gain a crap ton of weight this week, because although I have been tracking, I have also been eating my feelings and stuff.
To end this on a positive note – my run yesterday was great. It was cold but nice, and I felt good at the end. My legs are a lot better this morning, but I am pretty sure I caused trauma to my toes, the tips of them are sore, and I am sure I am going to lose some of the nails – At least it’s winter boot season!
I will preface this by saying I am still in shock that I ran a half marathon yesterday. CRAZY.
So morning start: 3:30 am came really quick and Jason and I were not amused. I got up fed the dogs and decided to document how I looked:
I prepped my table of things: Race Bib, Water Belt, iPod and headphones. I had all of my clothes upstairs but this was the rest of the importance. Then I went upstairs, washed my face, attempted to go to the bathroom, and then I got dressed.
I decided to take a page out of BitchCakes book and wear makeup
Then we were off, coffee in tow, we left for the race. Jason was dropping me off at Mount Vernon (Sup George!) where the start line was. Then he was driving to National Harbor in Maryland, where the finish line was. Yep, I’d be running from Virginia to Maryland – which doesn’t seem like a big deal, but at 5:30 am when we said goodbye, it was kind of blowing my mind.
I arrived at the start at 5:30 and was like “Okay, now what?” I stood around for a few moments, before realizing the generator that was powering the big lights on the field, was emitting heat through the fan in the back. Well, guess where I stood? YEP.
I quickly made friends. An older guy who was running his first half, a woman in her 30′s who was running this for the first time (but not her first half), two middle aged men who were running it, and very anxious and scared, and then a younger guy (most likely younger than me) who this was his first race period. He had volunteered last year for this race and then decided to train and run it. Kudos to him. We all hunkered down near the generator and waited the next hour and half. At this point I was cold, and hungry. The younger first timer kept my attention with random questions and anecdotes, until he left for the bathroom about 20 minutes before the start. I ended up walking with one of the middle aged men to the corral, and there was no consoling him. He was scared. I tried to assure him that all he had to do was get to point B, and that was it, but I think it fell on deaf ears.
After a horrible rendition on the National Anthem, we were off. The elite runners tore off like they were on fire, and we never saw them again.
Then it was me, running, alone. Yes there were people around me, but I find it easier to forget about them and just run. I got through the first mile (without knowing it, because there was no mile marker sign) and then hit mile 2. I was feeling awesome. Nothing hurt. Mile 3, 4, 5, nothing to comment on. I was still going on. I was talking to a couple of people around me at this point, and then 6, 7, 8 came and went. We were now on the Wilson Bridge path to the side of the road. It’s blocked by a massive wall, so there was no need to close down the lanes, and it was kind of awesome that we didn’t ruin 495′s day by having to do that. Then suddenly Mile 9 appeared. I looked at my garmin and it had only been 8.69 miles… I was calling bullcrap on that. But then it took forever to find mile 10. They had simply place the marker wrong. Which isn’t that big of a deal unless your entire well being and speed is relying on the mile markers, and my it was that point when I crashed. It was mentally damaging.
I reached for a gu, that was not there. I had left them in the mug on the counter. I cursed outloud and then saw the damn hill I had to do next. The entire way up I am asking Jesus to not let my hamstrings shred like I am sure they were doing. I was in a lot of pain, I had no energy, and my pace had dropped from sub 10’00″ miles to 11’12″. I was so mad. HOW HAD I LET THIS HAPPEN. At this point I just wanted to finish. Mile 11 came and I was crying. The girl next to me said “Read your shirt. Let that push you.” It was my TEAM 413 shirt. I fully threw everything I had at that point on God and said ‘Just get me across that finish line. Mile 12 – and there was a water stop. I didn’t grab water because I knew if I stopped running I would not start again. I waved at the kids and my face looked like a horror film villian, so children, I apologize if I scarred you for life. We were on loose gravel at this point, which is never fun, and frankly, dangerous when you have the balance of a weeble-wobble like I do. I made it back to the side walk and saw people cheering.
At this point I knew I was close. THEN BAM. The Mile 13 sign. just 0.10 left, right? THAT WAS THE LONGEST 0.10 OF MY LIFE. MY WHOLE LIFE.
I saw Jason, and he was the exact umph I needed. He snapped a bunch of – I’m sure – horrible pictures of me in pain, not smiling, and dying. At this point I was like “WHERE THE EFF IS THE FINISH LINE.” I came around the next turn and there is was. Normally I can sprint at this point, but my legs wouldn’t do it. They just couldn’t
I’m shocked that I did it. I immediately began to weave and wobble, and until a nice Race Volunteer named Steve grabbed my shoulders from behind me and led me to the medals, water, gatorade, and bagels. He gave me a towel and told me I did great and then asked if I could walk. I blankly and I’m sure almost robotically said “Yes?” and he smiled and walked away. Thanks Steve!
I made my way over to the gate and found Jason. I was like “Wanna leave, I’m done.” He smiled and we began walking to the car. As I was walking away with him I said “I ran the first 9 miles without stopping.” and this woman turned around and said “You are my hero for that. Thank you so much. That is amazing.” I was floored. A complete stranger.
I saw the first timer walking with his family and thought about saying hi, but he was so excited, he was telling his mom he ran it in under 2 hours. Good for him. I decided to let our little conversations end on the route. Good luck with your next race, where ever you are!
We had to walk up stairs or a ramp – I decided to run up the stairs because I am annoying. Jason was not amused. We got into the elevator, and then into the car and it all hit me. ”I just ran a half marathon” and Jason said “Yes you did.”
Although it is my fourth race, I felt like this was the most awesome. I had a blast, felt strong through most of it, and just really showed myself what I can do if I try. It reinforced my want to run outside and forget the treadmill for a while, and I am sure in doing so I’ll be able to crush my time from this race come March when I run the Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon.
Oh yeah, and I PR’d this time. I shaved 2 minutes and 44 seconds off of my best time which was at the Annapolis Half Marathon last December.
I’ve got the bug again, and I want to sign up for every race possible, but I am hanging tight. I have a 10K in a couple of weeks, and a 5K in December. I’m relaxing with races till March, and then we’ll see where the course map takes me.
Thank you for all the kind words, ‘likes’ and applause for me yesterday. It was truly an epic event.
- Week: 1
- Difference: -4.8
- Total Pounds Lost: -4.8
- Emotion: Elated
I technically started on Monday, so I was going into this weigh in with the thought that it wasn’t a whole week, and don’t get discouraged, and you did great these past 4 days.
I hopped on the scale and BAM.
-4.8 pounds lost since Monday.
I feel like I am on the biggest loser and Jillian is happy I lost anything.
I’m so incredibly ready this time, and so incredibly driven this time. I’ve got this. I’ve totally got this. I know this is first week honeymoon period talk, but really, the idea of this working out, is something I can visualize now and not mere think about in a dream like state.
I’m so incredibly excited – and thankful for my husband for telling me to try it again (not because he wants to me lose weight, but because he knows when I work the plan of WW, I am successful, and he knows that me losing weight will be a step in the right direction of me becoming healthier inside and out.)
Oh I’ve needed this day. I’m a bit nervous about today because I am running 9 miles outside. It’s my last long run before the Half next weekend, and while I’m like “I ran 12 miles a month ago” that was a month ago, and I am pretty sure all that endurance is gone. At least the mental portion.
Plus that 12 miler was on the treadmill – YES THE TREADMILL.
This 9 miler HAS TO BE OUTSIDE. I don’t know where my love of running outside went, I mean yeah after my safety was questioned it kind of sucked, but I think it’s because I’ve gained weight. I think I am self conscious and don’t want to be seen by others when exercising. This is why I need to run reallllllly early or realllllllly late.
I wish I could go out this very moment, but I have a ton of work to get done and I already ‘scheduled’ my run for noonish today. That is before school lets out, and people start coming home from work. Given my recent running paces this should take me around 1.5 hours to complete (I’m slow) and then I can move on with my day (I see something naughty in my future).
- Did you survive halloween and all the candy? There is a TON left at house. MOST of it is going with Jason to work.
- What is your workout looking like today?
- Plans for the weekend?
MCM 10k Recap
Yesterday I laced up my running shoes at 4:00 am and headed down to the DC National Mall for the Marine Corps Marathon 10k!
It’s a great course, mostly flat, and it’s filled with marines – very attractive marines – ALL CHEERING FOR YOU. I don’t trust my balance with my camera phone whilst running so I didn’t bother trying to take it out and snap any pictures. May be next year…
Here is the course map. It starts on the National Mall and then weaves through DC to the Memorial Bridge. You “BEAT THE BRIDGE” and then wind into Crystal City. I didn’t think the Bridge was a big deal, gradual incline and then decline, but then I realized that the bridge was the middle of mile 20 and the beginning of mile 21 for the marathon… so for them, those runners it was beating the bridge. For us, 10Ker’s it was mile 2… no biggie. Once in Crystal city we wove around the “downtown” area of it and then under an over pass and then over the same over pass we just went under – if that makes sense. Then we hit Washington Blvd. MY FAVORITE part of the race because you pass 3 sides of the Pentagon. It’s beautiful, and the sun was right behind it so it almost glowed. This is also where the concentration of Marines were Screaming for us. I had a group of marines see what my shirt said, and they broke through the crowd to run with me for a few minutes -Scaring me that I was about to get tackled for some reason – but really they just wanted to pat me on the back and say that Jesus was pushing me, and that he would get me through to the end. This was around mile 5, and my lack of running over the past few weeks was eating at my hamstrings, so I needed that. Once they were done ‘lifting me up’ symbolically, they jumped off the course and continued to scream for me until their screams melding in with everyone else. For those of you who couldn’t read my shirt in the above photo – I found these images online to show you what it says.
This is the front
This is the back
I knew what was coming as I saw the mile 6 poster. I knew that this god forsaken hill would be there in just mere moments. What I didn’t remember from the previous year, was how long it was. I remember it being steep, but not long. I was gunning it but everyone else was slowing down which made for me sprinting to the finish impossible. Oh well.
After crossing the finish line another woman came up to me and said that my shirt got her through the last mile. This happens at every race I wear it to – which means I will wear it at every race now.
We muddled through the finish area, where really all I wanted was my medal and my new cold water that they had – I’ve gotten over the whole finish line picture thing – and then I wanted to find Jason.
Jason is amazing. He got up at 4:00 am with me, drove me to the metro, went with me to the race to stand in the freezing cold for like 2 hours and then hung around until my slow butt got across the finish line.
Never complained once.
We left and then once we got home I showered, we got Jimmy Johns for lunch, and then went grocery shopping for the week. We dropped everything at home and then headed to Barrel Oak Winery for a few hours with my parents for a Belated Celebration of Jason’s Birthday. Tipsy off wine and the high of racing, we headed home where we didn’t eat dinner, and just had a beer before heading to bed at 9:15 pm.
All in all it was a great day. Getting up at 4:00 am seems like nothing in comparison to what those Marines go through. Running 6.2 miles was a trip in the park – almost literally – compared to what they have to endure. All the men and women who serve our country on a daily basis and put their lives on the line so that I can run free in these races should be held on a higher stage than any of us civilians. The soldiers I saw throughout the race, running with prosthetic limbs and battle scars were so incredibly heartbreaking and inspirational.
MCM 10K 2013 – 1:07:46 (PR of 9 seconds from last year, but not my fastest 10k time ever)
After much discussion, thought, and failures, I’ve rejoined Weight Watchers as of this morning. The number on the scale is terrifying and I am done playing games. I’ve pre-tracked today and tomorrow, giving me an advantage to simply look at what I have planned and go from there. I’m incorporating the Drop 2 Sizes Workouts and my running with this, and I think – I KNOW – this time I will be successful.
I’m looking forward to seeing the changes and feeling the effects of taking care of myself. I dropped my old username and started new. I don’t think I’ll jump back on the message boards, because they don’t serve a purpose to me anymore, but I have my group of ladies who keep me supported and inspired.
It’s Monday. What more needs to be said? I’m working then heading home to work out and then heading to Ikea. Fun times.
Give It To Me:
1.) Did you Race this Weekend?
2.) Do you have inspirational shirts you wear to race in?
I think with many things in life, there is a blurred line between wanting the result and being committed to getting the result.
Getting an A on a paper in school, doing well on a project at work, keeping your marriage on the right path, moving to a new location, finding that dream job, being happy, and of course losing weight.
I think on and off over the past 5 years of my weight loss journey I have flirted with wanting to lose weight (When the pounds kind of come off and then I plateau) and being committed to losing weight (when the pounds simply drop). I realized this morning that pretty much for the past year I have been in the wanting mindset over the committed mindset more so than not. This is troublesome because frankly, you would think, that if you want something bad enough, it should just happen right?
I’ve got an arsenal of blogs that are motivating, inspirational and exactly what I need to hear constantly being updated in my reader – SO YOU WOULD THINK IT WOULD JUST CLICK RIGHT?
Well, it does and then it doesn’t. It clicks when I am reading it. It clicks for hours afterward. I am motivated, content, and ready and then something (Anger, Depression, stress, boredom) hits and I’m back to my old ways.
That was until I read the post from Run Roll Repeat today. She went home and was surrounded by temptation of fried food and still managed to stay on track. I was like “HOW?” and then I realized. She is committed to losing weight, not just flirting with the idea.
Then I started thinking about other people’s blogs I read.
Runs For Cookies Lost over 100 pounds, and has kept it off. She runs Marathons!
She’s Losing It is an incredible blog about a mom who got incredibly fit while still being a mom
Healthy Tipping Point is of course my go to for running advice and recipes that are both delicious and healthy. She is informative without beating it into you.
BitchCakes is one of my biggest role models. She lost 100 pounds and is now training for the NYC Marathon this year. She is kick ass, and it still curvy and didn’t try to fit herself into some skinny mold.
The Spicy Simmer is a great blog with cooking and CSA goodies. She has amazing mouth watering recipes and a great personality. Very motivational in the kitchen.
You’d think with all of this wealth of knowledge, I’d be set.
The fact is, I am set. I have more than enough ability and knowledge with these few blogs to master whatever I want in my weight loss journey.
The commitment just hasn’t been there. I can run and run and run and lift and lift and lift alllllllllllll I freaking want, and it will make no difference if I eat like crap. I need to be mindful. I am going to be mindful.
I have tracked my day out, and I am planning on a run this afternoon once I get home. I am excited to start lifting next week after the Half Marathon is over. I am also working to clean up my diet. I know I eat mostly healthy, but I am not eating the right things to keep me satiated.
I’m also not drinking nearly enough water. So here starts my plan of being committed to losing weight. Come hell or high water. I just want to be back to where I was this time last year (about 10 pounds less), and then I can work from there.
- Breakfast: 1 slice Ezekiel Bread 1/2 TBSP of Better n’ Peanut butter, Yogurt and blueberries & Coffee
- Snack: WATER
- Lunch: Southwest Salad (Ready Pac brand), Yogurt, Apple, Turkey Muffins
- Snack: WATER
- Dinner: Spinach and Feta Turkey Muffins & Mac and Cheese (Light)
- Activity: 2-3 Miles on treadmill
LET’S DO THIS.
Our coffee machine broke like a week ago, so we – in our broke state (THANKS TUITION AND CARS) are saving some cash and using the French Press(es) we have already. It’s actually kind of nice. The coffee tastes cleaner, and smoother, and even sweeter. It’s a nice change from the normal way of things.
I was going to run yesterday but that didn’t happen. My legs were really bad yesterday afternoon so instead I soaked in scalding water and Epsom salt.
Run To The Finish gives the low down with a comparison to Ice Baths (WHICH I HATE):
The ice bath…it’s one of the most dreaded and most loved long run recovery tools. I will admit to having tried it a few times, but that was back when I lived in Kansas City and it was like 32 degrees outside to start with…so yes I really, really hated it.
At that point, I turned to Epsom salt baths after my long runs and for the most part I haven’t looked back (except after that 19 miler in 100 degree temps here). It’s very likely that I will embark on more ice baths next year when the temps rise with my distance, but for now I am going to stick to the Epsom salt.
Helps your adrenaline glands ensure they have enough magnesium, which they likely do not after a run because it causes so much stress on the body.
Who’d a thunk?
So this whole Government Shutdown thing – I know it’s the big elephant screwing up people’s lives, but I really don’t want to hash through it here. There are people on both sides and frankly, I am not gonna drum up anymore drama here than I already have (you are more than welcome to find me on Facebook and see my rants there )
- Breakfast: Yogurt, Blueberries, Coffee
- Snack: Banana
- Lunch: Salad, Yogurt, apple, Turkey Muffins
- Snack: Protein Shake w/ Water
- Dinner: Ezekiel Bread w/ Peanut Butter & Iced Coffee
- Activity: 3 Mile Run
There is a chance that race might be cancelled for Sunday…
From Wilson Bridge Half Marathon: WE WILL BE MAKING AN ANNOUNCEMENT ON WEDNESDAY MORNING ON THE STATUS OF THE 2013 WWBH. At this time, we are in full preparation for a race on October 6.
I hope it still happens. Worked too darn hard for this!
- Is your job furloughed because of the shutdown?
- Do you French Press your coffee?
- What are you doing to be active today?
Last night with the amounting stress of not being able to get the New iPhone 5s, my husband and I were forced to drive home from Tysons Corner Mall empty handed. For whatever asinine reason this kind of set me off. I’m not saying that I am actually stressed about this, but it was a glimmer of something to look forward to this afternoon and it didn’t happen.
We were sitting on the couch watching the new SVU episodes, and I just turned to Jason and said “I feel like I have no control.”
That is what it has felt like. It is as if everything I am doing is for nothing. All the studying, the preparing, the running, the attempt at eating healthy, everything. It’s getting me nowhere.
He simply said to me “But you do have control. That is all you have.”
He was, and usually is, right.
I have to accept things as they are if I ever plan on moving forward. I have to accept what will happen if I don’t pass this exam, and I have to be okay with it. So this is what will happen in list form if I don’t pass:
- I can’t start my student teaching until Fall 2014
- I will have to remain at this job until late August of 2014
- I will be able to take classes next semester towards my Masters – they will just be electives
- I will be able to save more money up in order to help when I do leave my current position
- I will have more time to adequately prepare for my exam which I can then take again in December 2013
That list isn’t so scary, right? I mean, yes, I had plans to quit. I had plans of being employed in my new career in fall of 2014. I HAD PLANS. But that’s the problem. They were my plans.
I spent a good portion of last night praying after Jason had fallen asleep and simply asked God if I am working on his timetable. If not, could he please put me on it. I asked for peace with whatever type of path it is, and I asked for comfort in knowing that if this all gets delayed (in my mind, right on time in his) that I will not find myself as a failure. I think that is my biggest problem right now. I am terrified of this somehow making me a loser or a failure if I don’t follow some arbitrary plan I have for myself. It will mean I don’t progress with my current program group, and while that is sad, it’s not the end of the world. I can live vicariously through them, still meet them for drinks, and still hang out, and get there insider info.
I have to accept some other things too:
- I’m never going to get where I want to be with my weight until I accept myself as I am now. It’s difficult, and daunting, but I have to love myself as I am in order to want change. Hating yourself makes this whole eating healthy and working out thing seem like punishment or a chore. It makes everything seem like work, and no one likes work.
- I can not have certain things in the house no matter how much I tell myself at the grocery store, that I can exercise restraint. Nope, I can’t. I can’t have cereal, ice cream, desserts, pretzels, etc. I have to get this through my head.
- I SPEND WAY TOO MUCH MONEY. I need to stop doing this because frankly it’s just stressing me out more, and making things harder on Jason.
- Being Self Deprecating is only cute for a while – then you just become annoying. I have crossed the threshold into annoying, and it happened a long time ago.
There are many more things, I am sure, but right now these are at the top of my list. I am going to work on making these a reality in my life, and only then will I be able to change.