Monday, January 23, 2012
Ok, I'm REALLY out of the loop around here, but new things are starting and I'm including being back to sparking more as part of the new beginnings.
Biggest news for me, for those who didn't hear through FB, is that I put my notice in at my job. I've really enjoyed working there, but the damage it was doing to me physically just wasn't worth it, plus it wasn't really in line with the goals I had for going back to work. I may try something else (I have a possible job lead) but only if doesn't conflict with certain other goals I have, like getting back into shape. So, I already wasn't scheduled to work today, but although my boss wants me to be available for the next week or so till a new batch of employees gets up to speed, he didn't schedule me at all for the next schedule period (Wed, Jan 25 through Tues, Jan 31). SO... I'm looking to really work on getting back into shape!
To start things off, hubby and I got back to the gym this morning. My right heel hurt after half an hour on the elliptical but I took some anti-inflammatory, and it's feeling fine now, which is a nice quick recovery for how it's been doing. I was actually looking into a sprint triathlon for this April but... well, between how my feet have been doing and that I am really out of shape and overweight again, and haven't run for a year and a half... I decided I'd best be wise and not push it. I'll shoot for it in a year.
My hubby's brother wants us to hike Mt. Whitney with him in about a year and a half. YIKES! Ok, that's a bit scary, considering I have a long way to go to get into shape again, and this time I won't have a trainer helping me. However, I think I can do it, and am sure going to go for it! I'll be digging out my old workout journals and recreating a lot of the workouts I did at the beginning with Brad. That should help. I'm COUNTING on it to help anyway.
In the meantime, we'll be doing some local hiking, as soon as it warms up, up at Mt. Charleston. Apparently, even when it's REALLY warm down here in the valley, it can still be freezing up there, so we'll have to wait awhile, which timing wise should work out well for me to get a base going before trying something that strenuous.
So, new year and maybe not NEW beginnings, but back to previous beginnings! I'm ready to get back into shape!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I'm trying to remember many things. Things like:
I ALWAYS feel better after I exercise. It is so hard to remember this when I'm trying to get to it though. Maybe I need to stick a post-it on my computer to remind me. And even though I'm realizing my butt hurts now from that darn bike seat today, I felt a sense of positive emotion this afternoon that has been in short supply lately.
Even if my butt hurts tonight, if I keep getting back on that bike it will adjust. It did last time. It will again. And it isn't as bad as it was last time, because now I know better how to sit on the seat to avoid the worst pain.
I am capable of tremendous things. Things I NEVER ever thought I could do. Like run. And enjoy it. Even 6 miles! and complete a triathlon. I am stronger and tougher than I tend to think I am.
If I can do these things, I can work up and stick to an exercise plan on my own, without Brad. I miss working with him (watching BL reminded me of training with him) but I learned what I need to know. And if I can't remember, I've got my workout journals and I can go back and recreate the workouts he had me do.
I exercise for far more reasons than simply weightloss.
My body finds good food choices more satisfying than sweets and junk food.
I'm sure there are other things I need to remember, but for now this will do.
I'm into baby steps right now.
A little exercise several times every week. Some stretching.
Trying to make better food choices. More water. Leaner protein. More complex carbs. More vegetables. More fruit.
I just keep telling myself that what's important, what life is all about, is progress. Not perfection. Just some progress. A little progress each day, each week, each month, each year.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
20 min bike ride
10 min walk with 1 short SLOW jog (1 lightpost to the next)
5 min stretching
35 min total
So, I've GOT to get myself back into the swing of fitness things. In my effort to get fit I want to be sure to find a balance between consistency and obsession. It seems like consistency is hard for me to find without that total focus almost to the exclusion of everything else.
So, I'm starting a fitness streak. It may not be a hard workout but I will do something, at least 10 minutes, at least 5 days a week, maybe 6. I won't blog about it every day but I'll report on my activities every few days or so.
So, to recap:
1. At least 30 min of exercise 5-6 days a week
2. At least 5 min of stretching after every exercise session
3. Account for my activities by blog here 1-2 days a week
4. Keep a running account of how long I keep my streak alive.
Lets see how long I can keep this up, now that I've made myself publicly accountable.
Monday, February 07, 2011
For those of you who know I'm a runner, this is not what you might be expecting. I didn't do a race this weekend, though one of my favorites was on Saturday, the annual Make-a-Wish run. I'm just not back at the point where I could run a significant portion of it, and I couldn't bring myself to walk a race I've run the last 2 years. I know it's a silly matter of pride, but there you go.
Another reason I didn't do the race though, was because I was recovering Saturday from Friday, a difficult day where I attended the funeral of a good friend of mine who had been killed the week before. Friday was a long, emotional day. Saturday was a definite mental health day for my husband and me.
Because of my husband's religious position as well as being a good friend of the man who died, he was the final speaker at the funeral, and shared the following poem. I'd heard it before, and while it was very appropriate to our friend, I felt it was also very appropriate to my own situation right now and so I decided to post it here so I could have ready access to it. I found this version online, and am crediting it to the most often credited name, though there are a few variations in the ones I found. It's entitled The Race. (Hanky warning!)
by D. H. Groberg
"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"
They shout at me, and plead
"There's just too much against you now.
This time you can't succeed."
And as I start to hang my head
In front of failure's face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race.
A children's race, young boys, young men
Now, I remember well,
Excitement, sure! But also fear,
It wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race,
Or, tie for first, if not that,
At least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side
Each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad,
that he would be the one.
The whistle blew, and off they went
Young hearts and hopes afire
To win, to be the hero there
Was each young boy's desire.
And one boy in particular,
Whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the head and thought:
"My dad will be so proud!"
But as they speeded down the field
Across a shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win,
Lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself,
His hands flew out to brace
And 'mid the laughter of the crowd
He fell flat on his face.
So, down he fell, and with him hope
- he couldn't win it now -
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow.
But, as he fell, his dad stood up,
And showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said:
"Get up and win the race."
He quickly rose, no damage done,
- behind a bit, that's all -
And ran with all his mind and might
To make up for his fall.
So, anxious to restore himself
- to catch up and to win -
His mind went faster than his legs;
He slipped and fell again!
He wished, then, he had quit before
With only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now;
I shouldn't try to race.
But, in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his father's face.
That steady look that said again!
"Get up and win the race."
So, up he jumped, to try again
- ten yards behind the last -
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought
'I've got to move real fast."
Exceeding everything he had
He gained back eight or ten,
But trying so, to catch the lead,
He slipped and fell again!
Defeat! He lay there silently
- a tear dropped from his eye -
"There is no sense in running more;
Three strikes, I'm out, why try?"
The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind; so error prone
A loser all the way.
"I've lost, so what's the use," he thought
"I'll live with my disgrace."
But, then he thought about his dad,
Who, soon, he'd have to face.
"Get up!" an echo sounded low,
"Get up, and take your place
You were not meant for failure here,
Get up, and win the race."
With borrowed will, "Get up," it said
"You haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this;
To rise each time you fall."
So, up he rose to run once more,
And with a new commit
He resolved that win, or lose,
At least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now
- the most he'd ever been -
Still, he gave it all he had,
And ran as though to win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling.
Three times he'd rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner,
As he crossed the line first place,
Head high, and proud, and happy.
No falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race.
Even though he came in last.
With head bowed head low, unproud,
You would have thought he won the race
To listen to the crowd.
And to his dad, he sadly said,
"I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won!" his father said,
"You rose each time you fell."
And now when things seem dark and hard,
And difficult to face.
The memory of that little boy
Helps me to win my race.
For all of life is like that race
With ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win,
Is rise each time you fall.
Friday, December 10, 2010
I went for a walk today. I decided that I would combine running an errand with getting some exercise in finally, so I walked to the market for a few things I needed to get for a dish I was asked to bring to a church party tonight. I didn't need too much, so walking home carrying my groceries wouldn't be too onerous.
Anyway, for some reason the whole way there and back I had this song from Sound of Music going through my head. I really couldn't figure it out at first... but I finally realized that not only is the chorus to that song a great walking rhythm for me, but it also was talking about what I finally realized I need to do to get back to running.
Namely, start at the very beginning. The VERY beginning.
It's not only a very good thing to do, for me it's the only thing to do. I went running a couple of weeks ago with a friend, and felt awful. My right leg went numb from the knee down, I was gasping and huffing for air, and ended up hobbling the last mile, and then feeling awful for the next two weeks (allergies, and to be fair, a LOT of people were suffering with allergies during that time...) I tried run/walk intervals on the treadmill at the gym a little bit before that, and a wise friend (the one who really got me started in running - you know who you are!) told me I was jumping back in at a semi-difficult level, not a beginning level.
Anyway, so what's the very beginning for me? I'm going to start with walking 30 - 45 minutes 5-6 days a week for at least 2 weeks before I add ANY run intervals in at all, and when I do they will be short (like 30 sec - 1 min length) and interspersed with 3-5 min walk intervals. But first... walking.
On my walk today I saw a woman out running and instead of feeling bad that I've gone so far downhill from where I'd gotten to, I found myself smiling and looking forward to being there again. So... DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO!!!! Here I go!
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