Saturday, February 12, 2011
I've just about started Induction several times now, but something has come up each time. We have a holiday here on Monday, and I'm finally over being sick. Soooo ... today was .
So far, so good. Wish me luck!
Monday, January 24, 2011
I needed a little pick-me-up after recent events, and I got to thinking about how far I need to go to reach my goal weight. As I thought about the journey, I imagined it as a literal trip. I thought it might be fun to physically represent this metaphorical journey, so ...
I'm going to walk/wog across America! (And maybe parts of Canada, if it works out.) I plan to begin next week when I'm (hopefully) not sick anymore. This week, I want to see who's with me, and plan where we're going. Anyone fancy a visit? Let me know so I can include you on our route! Want to join me? You can walk/wog/jog/run/march/row/elliptical the distance, or do four times the distance on your bike/skates/skis. I'm going to break the miles down by destination and week, and we're going to wander across America, gaining friends and memories, and losing pounds!
I've set up a Spark team (It's on my page.) I can't wait to see who joins me, and where we'll go. I feel myself getting really excited and leaving my unfortunate January behind. Yippee!!
WHO'S WITH ME?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Whew. Ok. I've been putting this one off because I wasn't sure how much I wanted to say or how I even felt about things. But here goes --
I've been talking about the Goofy since 2008. I signed up in spring, 2010 when my knee was looking strong and all things seemed possible. Unfortunately, things didn't go according to plan, and my knee has never completely come back. I only walk now, not "wog", and the knee struggles with anything more than eight or nine miles. So my 1/2s are do-able with a bit of teeth-gritting, but not fulls.
I decided not to do the Goofy (1/2 on Saturday and full marathon on Sunday) before we even traveled. I planned ot do the 5K with my BFF, do the half on Saturday, and cheer her on in her first full marathon. It's been ages since we really got to spend time together, and forever since we visited without children around, so I was psyched.
I arrived at Walt Disneyworld very late Wednesday. I thought BFF was arriving on Thursday morning. Unfortunately, she arrived closer to dinner time. The Magic Kingdom just isn't all that magical by oneself, I'm sorry to say. She arrived, we went to the expo, and it was bittersweet to receive all the "stuff" associated with the race and the encouragement from the well meaning volunteers who thought I'd be racing both big races.
We had a blast in the "Best Friends 5K" on Friday. Woody and Buzz hosted, and spirits were high. We saw lots of people in fancy dress. It was fantastic to spend time with my friend, and time limits be darned -- we just walked, took lots of silly pictures, and enjoyed ourselves.
My BFF and I were at Epcot when we finished the race, and it was just too tempting. We played in the park all day, and I logged 28000+ steps. Big mistake. The next day, I could feel that I just didn't have much "juice". I lined up and prepared for a tough few hours.
For some reason, friends who finish around my time received higher corral placements than I did. Because of the wave start, many of them started 30+ minutes ahead of me. Disney said we needed to maintain a 16-minute mile. I averaged 16:07 per miles for the first four miles. ...
... which meant I was mere seconds behines the pacers at the 4-mile mark This did not stop them from physicaly preventing me from continuing the race. For the love of 28 seconds, they frog marched me and those others behind the pace onto a bus, where our numbers were recorded, and then a woman PHYSICALLY CUT OFF MY CHRONOTAG so that I couldn't get back into the race. It was like being drummed out of the army. I was utterly humiliated, and it irritated me even further when I later saw how many other people averaged a much slower pace than I did but managed to finish because they had started earlier. My suspicions? I requested an XL shirt, and they assumed I was slow. Had I requested a S, I might have finished the race. Many people sobbed the whole ride back. I kept up a conversation with another determinedly pleasant women and tried not to think about it.
The bus took us to an area parallel to the finish line and after race area. In a mockery of the finishing ceremony, we disembarked, and walked a gauntlet of silent, solemn volunteers, who handed us race towels and MEDALS. I know what some of you are thinking, right? I'm a bling 'ho. I was happy, right? It's called a Finisher's Medal. You don't get one for showing up. It made me sick. I thought about handing it back to them, but the situation was so uncomfortable -- why make it worse?
When I returned to the hotel, my BFF was on the phone. I thought she would ask me about it, but instead we planned the rest of the day. I tried really hard to not dwell on it and ruin the weekend, and also keep her positive for her big race, but it was a hard for me when she suggested multiple times that I should line up with her for the marathon, even though I'd get pulled. I don't know if she was asking for support, but it didn't make me feel good, and combined with some other things, it left me with the impression that I think more of her than she thinks of me. I hope I'm wrong about that.
The good news? Her race went really well. She finished strong and had a lot to be proud of. I was at the finish line to see her come across and was super psyched when she finished in under five hours.
We had a good day in Hollywood Studios the next day, and then it was time to leave WDW. I was feeling icky. It was a little bit emotional and a little bit physical. Still, I hooked up with DANIMITE2 and her DH and went to Universal.
Wow! I loved visiting with my dear Sparkfriend, and it was huge fun to wander the world of Harry Potter. The only downside? I couldn't fit comfortably into the Hogwarts ride and ultimately opted not to ride rather than face the humiliation of being asked to get off. It's a new ride. One would think it was sized for people today. Still, it was another reminder that I'm not at the weight I should be.
We ate at the Three Broomsticks, and I discovered that butterbeer is one of the great delights in life. Yum!
I felt ill by that night, and by the next morning, it was clear that I was sick. I drove down to the Everglades as planned but spent the whole time in bed in the hotel, too feverish and sick to go anywhere. Keeping to the plan, I flew to Savannah to visit my father. The poor man. I was in bed almost the entire time. We did visit Fort Pulaski, which was fun. The NPS is following history. At this point in the Civil War (Janaury 20, 1861), Georgia was flying a "secessionist flag" but hadn't joined the not-formed-yet Confederacy. So we saw a white flag with a red star flying proudly over the fort. So clever. The NPS is going to show events in "real time" over the next five years. If I lived in America, I would definitely frequent these places to "live" the action. We also strolled through my absolute favourite cemetary Bonaventure Cemetary. I find it relaxing and beautiful, and if I ever wanted to be buries somewhere, it would be there!
Now I'm geting ready to return home. I'm still sick, but at least the fever broke a couple of days ago.
It wasn't the holiday I'd hoped for, but maybe I hoped for too much.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Summer lasted until a few weeks ago, but winter arrived with a vengeance yesterday. I wish I could find the words to convey the energy in the air. The rain falls so heavily that all the roads are flooded, and the wind whips about as though determined to uproot everything on the ground. Everywhere, one sees broken branches and uprooted trees. Every time I see more patio furniture fly by, I think , Aunit Em! Auntie Em!" hahaha
I feel so sorry for the poor sailors on the ships in the harbor down below, braving the angry sea. Giant swells are pounding the shoreline. They're scary but strangely thrilling.
Mr. MacDuff is funny. He has a little slicker, but he simply doesn't care for wet weather. When I take him out for walks, he runs from covered spot to covered sport, looks pathetic, and tries to shame me into bringing him back inside!
Sadly, these storms make Sparking difficult, as I keep losing power, bugger all. Still, I can't help but admire Mother Nature's raw power. Our world truly is amazing!
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
When I was racing every weekend in November, I was thinking ahead to the big Goofy race weekend in Walt Disneyworld in January. I know I'm not ready, and I've almost accepted that Goofy is going to have to wait until another year when I'm healed and fit. Still, I had intended to go full monty this month, making training my top priority and go into WDW weekend in the best shape I can be.
At the same time, it's been a strangely crazy intense time in every aspect of my life. The Special Tribunal for Lebanon is rumored to be handing over the case to the judge to issue indictments. For those of you who know what I'm talking about, things are very tense here right now. I'm working a lot to get as far as I can as fast as I can in case things turn ugly and works grinds to a stop.
After years of working in a dingy, grotty dump of an office, I finally found some cash and had it redone. Good-bye gross stained poop-coloured capet - hello gorgeous PVC flooring. So long furniture I -- literally -- swiped off a rubbish heap, and hello brand spankin' new fancy furniture. I have a big L-shaped desk with a matching triple bookcase, and a hot red sofa and matching chair. My old coffee table was, I kid you not, a lump of wood that we'd lacquered black. Now it's an ultramodern, super cool little number. Aiyeee! I also cleaned up all the random junk, and my office is clean, beautiful, and uncluttered for the first time in ... well, since I started. I've noticed that I have more energy when I work now. Isn't it funny that my environment affects me so?
It got me to thinking. My home and life are also cluttered, and they drain and distract me. I don't want to lose focus on my fitness goals, but re-doing my office has made me see how much my environment affects me.
I'm cleaning and decluttering my house. It's exhausting. I feel how unfit I am because I get tired so easily, but it's more than that. Just looking at all the "stuff" sucks the energy out of me. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not a hoarder by any stretch. It's just that I live in an open loft that has no storage space. Everything is out in the open, and it is just all too much.
Finally, I have a long mental to-do list. Constantly running it in my mind to try to stay on top of it is draining and distracting me as well. it just seems never ending. Again, it's not time management. I have great time management skills. What I lack is the energy to make the best use of my time.
Sooo, I'm trying to balance my need to clean and de-clutter my home with needing to get those things on my mental to-do list done with the fact that I only have a few weeks until I try to complete the race I've been gunning for since I first began training for races back in 2008. It isn't going to be easy, but I'm trying to make a plan to get a little further on each goal every day. I want to welcome 2011 feeling better about myself mentally, physically, and emotionally.
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