Wednesday, May 28, 2014
So I haven't been completely lazy butt these last few months. I decided last year that I was going to finish a half marathon this year and I was going to do it in under 4 hours. My training sucked over the winter, my last blog sort of explains why. But I had signed up for it and refused to back out of it.
I did the Colfax Half Marathon with my Aunt this year. It was by far one of the hardest things I've ever done, physically and emotionally. It's not the first time I've experienced some strong emotions during a run, I swear running helps me solve a lot of problems. The weather was perfect and we were off. Somewhere around mile 3 ish we went running through the zoo. I have to be honest at this point I considered just quitting. I was tired, it was hot and I felt like I just failing at it.
But I kept going or at least I was trying.
But I kept going. I just kept thinking I can do this. My legs aren't tired, they will keep going, I just need to get my brain on board. At mile 6 I was making pretty good time for me just about an hour and half at that point. I knew I wasn't the fastest, I knew I was behind most the pack. I was in a little group though, and we were pushing each other.
The best moment came though when I saw my hubby there at the 6.5 mile marker. He had to walk a long ways to get there, he has trouble in the sun, and it was hot. Plus he finds the races extremely boring. But he was there and he was waiting for me. I don't think I've ever found such a boost of energy as I did there. I ran over to him and gave him a big kiss. He told me how proud he was of me. I barely made it away before I was fighting back tears. It sounds stupid but it amazing knowing that someone was there just cheering for me.
That buzz only last to about mile eight. We got to run through a fire station which was really cool. Those men and women cheered us on like we were the first runners through.
Mile 9 and ten were so hard, they were up hill and it was just a killer. Again I thought about sitting down and just giving up. It would have been so easy, they had police and medics who would have taken me back and helped me feel better. But I kept going. But I was wearing out and fast.
I made it to the finish line though. I didn't give up, I kept going.
I wasn't fast, my official time was 03:46:38. I made my goal though, maybe not by a lot, but I did it. I finished my half marathon. It was hard and horrible and wonderful all at the same time. I have some blisters still healing on my feet but it was incredible. Hubby met me at the finish line and took care of me. I did something I thought I couldn't. It was pretty awesome.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I've been gone and away from here for about six months. My work outs have suffered and over all I've just been unhappy. After getting sick in October it felt like things just sort of slid from there. I spent most of winter sick, it seemed like I would get better for a week or so and then I'd be sick again.
I saw my doctor a few times and was just told that they were colds. Then allergies hit in the early part of spring. It just felt like my body was in revolt. It made working out hard, it made wanting to work out hard. I found myself slipping back into some of my old habits.
Being sick meant I wasn't always reaching for healthy food options. Somewhere along the way it just seemed easier to slip back into some old habits.
Family life has sucked, fights over money, over stupid things that just adds up. While I was making some changes it never crossed my mind that in some ways my husband was feeling left behind. I was spending all this time running, going to the gym that he was feeling left out.
Part of why I started this process to begin with was that my father had a massive heart attack, it was a wake up call. We found out that his arteries in his neck are pretty bad. We've been dealing with that, my mother in law has had two surgeries in the last month. Life has been crazy and again things like being healthy and getting enough sleep just get swept under the rug.
I'm changing that though, I'm going to start over again. Get back to basics. Today I got back on here, admitted that I've fallen and now it's time to get back up. That being said I will be posting probably later today, my recent accomplishments in the last month. Not all things have been bad, but it's time to get back on track again. I was doing so great for so long, I just have to remember to make time for me but that it can't be all consuming either. From one extreme to the other isn't good.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
In the middle of October I did the Rock N Roll mini marathon. It turned out to be sort of a big mistake. I had no idea that the morning of I had caught a nasty cold. The weather was freezing, I knew I wasn't feeling a 100% but I figured that was just my nervous trying to get the best of me. It never got above 32 for the day, and yet I was walking around in a tank-top and I was a bit warm. Looking back now, I realize I was running a fever. By that evening I was curled up in bed with an even higher fever and I felt horrible. I spent the next week in bed just sick as could be. I ate whatever made my throat feel better. It wasn't healthy and I still don't think I made a wrong choice.
However, I can see how I started to slip back a bit. I got sick Oct 20th. I spent a week in bed and another week still suffering from coughs and runny noses. The gym, yeah right I could barely tie my own shoes without hacking up a lung. Again puddings, ice cream, warm 7 up all those things I was beating came in because it helped my throat feel better.
I ended up with on top of the cold a lung infection which I am still getting over. It's been a rough couple weeks. I haven't been working out at all, even though my doctor said that I could begin to get back in the swing of things but to listen to my body. I've been eating like crap, and I think soda is trying to make me drink it again.
I need to get back into the swing of things, thus why I am back here to try and get my butt back in gear. I know what I need to do I just need to do it.
Monday, October 14, 2013
I've been struggling for almost two weeks with sore calves. So I've been taking it easy, picking different workouts, wearing flats, stretching, foam rolling all that stuff. It's helped big time, my right calf finally feels normal again.
There use to be a time though I would have just ignored it and kept going, I didn't care about my injuries. Now I find myself caring cause I have plans and I don't want to be injured for them. I don't want to miss out because I'm injured.
I think I used to use those injuries as my excuses, my cover for not really wanting to go out and be apart of life. It was easier to sit out on the side lines. They hide the real reasons I felt I had to sit out for.
Not anymore, now I nurse an injury, try to make it better in a safe way. I don't want to miss anything so I work hard to prevent injuries as well. So maybe I have taken the last two weeks a little easier than normal but my injuries are doing better and I am looking forward to my race this week.
Yes I signed up for another race, it's four miles. After October I doubt I'll want to run much outside so I figured I'll get it in now. It will be fun, and while I've been taking it easy I still plan on giving it my all. It will so be worth it.
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