Thursday, October 02, 2008
I am so excited this morning. For the first time since I've been on this spark people journey, my RHR (resting heart rate) measured 49 this morning! I started checking my RHR just over two years ago when I started running, when it was in the mid 70's. While going through the C25k program, it dropped weekly until the low 60's. After the C25k program, it continued to lower as my fitness improved and my weight dropped. It mostly stays in the low to mid 50 range now. I had it at 50 a few weeks ago, but have never measured into the 40's before.
My RHR tells me more about my body than just the number. If I've had a hard workout, it's likely to be higher the next morning. If I notice a higher number without a hard workout, I look at other things going on in my life. If there hasn't been extra stress or work or other reasons, then I make sure to take measures to prevent whatever might be coming my way (flu or cold). My RHR will tell me before any other symptom shows up.
To take my RHR, I wake as always without my alarm, and find a position in bed where I can take my pulse along my neck while watching the clock. I count for a full minute, and most mornings do it more than once, til I feel like I'm ready to get up. The odd morning, I fall back to sleep while counting. That's okay - probably needed the rest anyway if that happens. But most mornings, its count the RHR, stretch the back, and then up and at 'em.
Have a great day everyone! I'm going to bask in the glow of a number I've been trying to achieve for a long time - a RHR in the 40's.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
October has started out with a bang, and a four mile tempo run this morning, and a one-mile walk (warm-up and cool down). I also biked to work. With the cooler fall weather, getting out seems so much easier. The sky is dark now when I'm heading out for my runs, and the stars greet me like old friends... Orion, Big and Little Dippers, and Cassieopia.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The picture above is a Dahlia, that I grew in my garden this year. It blooms in the fall, and as you can see, it is a gorgeous flower. This year, I had these yellow ones, some pinks, some purple, some a creamy orangy color. But this yellow one was the most perfect one of the bunch, and on Friday morning when I was taking pictures of the Sunflowers, I paused to take one of the Dahlia too.
Saturday night, we had our first frost of the fall. At the very first sunlight on Sunday morning, the Dahlia's were all black and droopy. They can't take any frost at all, and their beauty is fleeting. Some years, I don't even get to see any of the flowers, as the frost comes prior to them opening.
So yesterday afternoon, as I was cleaning them up, and chopping down their stalks and leaves and making mulch into my garden, I had to wonder why I even bother planting them. They are alot of work, and they have only a small window of opportunity to shine each year.
I started to think that there are many similarities to the journey I'm on right now to be healthier.
* The bulbs need to be brought into the house for the winter, as our cold Canadian winters would kill them dead if they were left in the ground. This is similar to how I need to put myself to bed each night and make sure to get the proper rest my mind and body needs.
* Each spring, the ground has to be tilled, and the right blends of fertilizer have to be added to the soil, to bring the proper nutrients to the plants. This is similiar to how I need to go about feeding myself. In order for me to grow strong and do all the things I want to be able to do, I must try to find the right combinations of food and nutrients that will provide me with enough energy for my daily activities. I need to "eat to live", instead of "live to eat".
* The wind moves the stalks, sometimes making them bend almost right over. This is similiar to how I must move my body, and that the more I move, the stronger I become. Sometimes, I need to bend and move even more than I'm capable of, just so that I can become as strong as I can.
*The rain brings greatly needed moisture to the ground, and the Dahlia's soak it up as much as they can. When there is no rain, I provide the water, as I know the flowers will wither and die without it. Water is necessary in my life too, and that is one of the things I am very conscious about getting enough of.
* The sun provides a gentle encouragement to reach for higher heights. I need to constantly search for the things that will make me happy. Setting goals, and then taking the steps to accomplish them is time well spent.
* Bloom when you can, as the time can be short, and you never know when it will be gone. This really is a metaphor for life. We don't know when the next "bad" thing will be coming our way, so we need to really take advantage of the time that we do have, and shine like nobody's business.
.....that's what we have. Make the most of them. You never know when your frost will come.
Friday, September 12, 2008
I love my sunflowers in the garden. This morning I was looking out the window and saw those puffy little tiny clouds, and wanted to take pictures of the sunflowers against that sky. It is all so beautiful, I can hardly believe my luck in living where I live. When I see pictures of the war-torn countries all the same drab color SAND, it almost makes me cry to think that they never experience the colors I get to on a DAILY basis. Just this morning, the sunrise was that pastel pallette, all sky blue with pinks and oranges and reds.
Perhaps I'm just seeing things through rose colored glasses this morning. Elsewhere in the world, they may think that our winters are all one color -- WHITE.
Harvest is going very well, and we are over half done. Grain crops are finished, and all that is left is the canola. With skies like the one we have today, there won't be any rain stopping us for now.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Well, it's amazing what will make the news in this small, rural town. Yesterday, while I was at work, the local reporter called me up and asked if she could stop by the house after work. It seems that she overheard someone at the church garage sale asking me about the half-marathon. The reporter figured it was a big enough deal to find out more information.
So she was in and I showed her my two 10k medals and the picture of me crossing the finish line at the half. There is now going to be an article in the local paper -- which by the way, is produced in a larger town about an hour away. I'm really curious about the spin she's going to put on it. She was at the house for about 30 minutes, writing furiously on her little pad. I emailed her the links to the races, so she could get particulars and spellings, etc.
I never thought that *running* would make me a celebrity. After all, I still plod along as slow as ever. But in the 2+ years that I've been doing this now, I'm not as scared as I was in the beginning of people seeing me. All my rookie runner friends have given me the confidence to be seen in public, even if I am not the best runner on the planet. And I thank you for that.
You just never know what will be considered "news-worthy"!!
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