Friday, December 21, 2012
Back in the USA! A wonderful trip exploring the Christmas Markets along the Rhine from Basel to Amsterdam, marred only by the horrible news from Connecticut.
After sleeping for 12 hours, I had my regular breakfast of peanut butter on ww toast with OJ and coffee.
This is what the breakfast buffet looked like on the River Concerto.
I began each day with lots of fresh fruit, yogurt, oat cereal, scrambled eggs and cheese and a few strips of bacon. I avoided the pastries, pancakes, waffles, syrups, deli meats and assorted sausages. With all the fresh citrus available, there was no need for my morning orange juice either.
Lunch and Dinner were from the menu:
Appetizer, soup, entrée, dessert with a salad and pasta buffet available as alternatives or additions. I always included salad (so many types of fresh vegetables and fruit!!), but I skipped the pasta. More on this tomorrow.
This was an amazing AND healthy trip. I gained only 2 pounds and I bet some of that is due to the salty airplane food on the way home. Now it’s time to get back to real life. No one to ask if “Madame would like more coffee” Sigh!
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Today we leave for our cruise - Christmas Markets on the Rhine.
I’m at the bottom of my goal weight range.
I won’t overstuff myself and I won’t drink any alcoholic mixed drinks.
However, I will
Enjoy the local culture – sights, food, wine and beer
Run a few miles in each country (Switzerland, France, Germany, The Netherlands)
It may be a VERY few since it’s really really cold over there right now.
Visit the boat’s fitness room daily for some treadmill walking.
(small room, too hot to run)
Too cold, too hot – I sound hard to please, don’t I?
I’m taking my tablet so if there’s connectivity, I’ll even try to post.
SP keeps me accountable.
Thursday, December 06, 2012
Yesterday I wrote about my innate sense of “good enough.” I should also add that I try to train so that I CAN hit another level when I need or want to. I refer to this pace as “escape the mugger” speed. There’s another gear in reserve. I know it’s there because occasionally I’ll take off with the field in a race and not realize until the 1 mile mark that it was a personal record mile. That’s not smart in a race, but in case of danger, that’s when to give it all you’ve got.
Growing up in Brooklyn I was taught early on to minimize my chances of being a victim.
I learned to:
Walk confidently and with purpose
Not walk close to buildings or parked cars
Avoid known dangerous areas
Be aware of my surroundings
Even now I never listen to music when walking/running outdoors.
My Mom told me to sing when walking home from the bus stop at night.
“Muggers never bother anyone acting STRANGE!” LOL
I don’t know if any of this was responsible, but fortunately, I never had to deal with a mugger. However, my daughter did. When in college and out running on a Sunday morning, a guy got out of a parked car and grabbed her. She fought him off and ran to the 7/11 for help, returned with the police and they caught the guy.
So along with my “good enough” reasonable pace, I also do interval training and strength training too. I know there’s no way to be 100% victim-proof, but I want to give myself every chance I can. I’m not naïve. I know I’m not faster and stronger than your average criminal, but maybe the extra effort needed can discourage him.
It’s the same mindset that makes me lock the deadbolt on my door. I can’t stop a determined burglar, but if I make his job more difficult, maybe he’ll decide it’s not worth the time and trouble.
In any case, I want to do what I can for my health and also for my own safety.
Be careful out there!
(Thank you to LOLATURTLE whose comment on yesterday’s blog entry prompted my topic this morning.)
Edit: There’s one more time I’ll go for that higher gear. If in the last tenth of a mile before the finish line, I see a woman who looks like she’s in my age group, then you’ll really see me kick it in. I really do like to win stuff.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
I want to be healthy, active and fit. I want to make my grandchildren proud, but how I feel at the end of the race, or workout or even at the end of the day matters to me too.
I certainly don’t want to feel like I’m about to drop dead. I once said that my goal is to be able to smile for the camera at the finish line.
So how hard do I push when I see the finish line ahead? I’ve been told that I don’t “leave it all out there.” When you see me happily running around after the race is over, talking to anyone who will listen to me, I understand where people get that idea.
I think I’m a competitive person. I want to do well. I even want to win stuff, but I have this innate sense of “good enough.”
My weight is “good enough” (right in the middle of recommended BMI).
My running pace is “good enough.” I’m not any slower than I was 25 years ago, so I guess that counts as improvement.
My weekly mileage is “good enough” (15-25 miles per week)
My run/walk ratio is “good enough. Even at my best, I walk 1 minute in every mile even though I could push through. I sip water, wipe my nose and check my heart rate (I am a senior citizen, you know). In Saturday’s 5K (32:15) I walked a total of 8 minutes. It’s a tough course.
Come to think of it, this attitude extends to other areas of my life as well.
When out and about and need to eat, I’ll choose Subway. It’s not perfect, but “good enough.”
When there’s absolutely nothing in the fridge to cook for dinner, I’ll choose a Healthy Choice steamer. Again, for me, “good enough”
I don’t beat myself up about lack of planning either although I will resolve to update that grocery list.
Probably this also explains why I never had or will have a perfect body. I never was or will be an adult champion athlete either although I was pretty good as a kid.
There’s only one problem with “good enough.” As society lowers its expectations of what’s possible to achieve in weight and level of fitness, am I just buying into the false self esteem?
I’ve written before about how vanity sizing in clothes, bigger dishes, bigger furniture and supersizing of portions have distorted what we think of as normal. A whole generation is growing up thinking that there’s something wrong with women who wear size 0-2-4. That’s what healthy weight women used to wear, but it was called sizes 8-10-12. That group includes Marilyn Monroe!
There are even “age graded” calculators for race times. Based on my age and gender my 32:15 translates to a 24:02. That makes me feel good, but doesn’t alter reality.
“Good enough” is absolutely fine with me as long as I don’t deny reality or define “good” as the lowest common denominator. Maybe I can be better than I am? I wish I had considered this 30 years ago.
I wrote the above post before reading the following article.
Scary title – “One Running Shoe in the Grave” Yet upon reading it carefully, I think this is one more sensational attempt to make me feel good about not putting in too much effort. The article contains relevant research about the VERY FITTEST OLDER ENDURANCE ATHLETES! 99.9% of us are NOT in that category. More than 30 years of sub 8 min/mile pace and more than 25 miles per week? Is anybody here in that group?
Often after weight loss women hear “you don’t want to be anorexic do you?” I hope the title of this article doesn’t become another excuse to justify sitting on the couch.
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