Monday, July 23, 2012
Can you tell me the best Spark-advice you've ever been given?
What one thing have you learned that you feel is VERY important to pass along and share with someone who is just starting out on their own Spark journey?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Monday, July 09, 2012
That's the closest I can come, at the moment, to an acceptable blog title.
I appreciate the message, goodies, and notes - thanks gang.
I'm well-ish. I spent several good hours at OHS this weekend, and the rest of the time at home, mostly inside away from the heat. I'm struggling, truth be told. I'm trying to find a way back to where.. I was going to say "where I want to be" but right now I'm not even sure where I want to be. Not here, in this headspace certainly.
I hope you're all much Much better, and continue to be so. It's hard for me sometimes to be around the positive and successful when such is not the case for myself. I don't like to vent or whine or bemoan my own situation, such as it is, so it's easier/better for me to be quiet. Bear with me. I'm laying low, which is ok for right now.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Ok, I'm getting my fitness ducks in a row. I'm running consistently now when I'm supposed to be. I guess actually DECIDING that YES I AM going to run the PHM in October was what it took (and Holly's reaching out sure helped as well) to get me committed to the plan.
This is the start of changing up my routine to work around our training classes with Maggie. I ran last evening, and while mile 1.5 to mile 2.5 was killing my shins for some reason, I worked through it, slowed down, and loosened up those muscles and was able to finish the whole 4 mi run in a respectable manner and pace.
Now, to rein in the eating component. My face has been informing me lately, via breakouts, that I'm eating too much nut butter. Making our own nut butter at home is great! However, it does NOT mean I can eat it by the craptonne (new metric measure). It means I can only eat it in moderation, and pigging down half a bowl with half a box of Wheat Thins (low fat, mind you) is not a healthy way to deal with an urge to snack.
Yesterday, I went over my calorie range by about 60 cal. That, my dears, if a far sight better than the 600 cals over previously! I'll take it as a sign of positive progress. If all goes well, I'll be down within the middle of my range today, and I won't feel deprived or starved or compelled to clean out one side of the cabinet of snacks because I'm "hungry".
I'm up to 240.2 again. I'm not happy about it, but I'm working on it. I've decided I can use the scale again as one tool among many to help with my progress. I kind of kicked it to the curb a while back and ignored it completely, which.. Hello?! I believe contributed to the broadening of Eunice and her new friends, Bertha and Betty. Sigh. They've taken up residence below my belly button now and are in the form of a spare tire. Time to evict all of them, post haste!
Training runs -
Eating healthier, within range -
At least 8 cups of water a day -
Feeding my soul with puppy love -
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Thursday morning, 5 a.m., 3 mile run?
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
I did not realize how long it's been since I last blogged. I've been dealing with the typical (for me lately) struggles and ughs. Let's get those out of the way now, shall we?
That's enough of that.
Weekend before last.. that would be the weekend of the 9th and 10th.. was a great one. Bill and I were lucky enough to meet up with Sususuzzzie and her DH, and Roxit22222, to do the Grand Floral Parade walk on Saturday. You can check out either of their blogs for a glimpse into the event. It was wonderful to get to meet Susie and her DH, even if it meant we subjected them to oddly long wait times in-between all the action LOL
That Sunday, we then did the Run for the Love of Dove 5K. Bill hasn't done much in the way of running since The Event (as we're calling it now) and even his walking stamina has declined a good bit, so we had planned on simply walking it slowly together. As it happens, they needed a sweeper crew, and we were happy to oblige. That simply means we were the last people to cross the starting line, and we walked the route at a steady 20 min. mile pace to keep the whole shebang moving along so police could open the roads once we were past. We even got to carry big bundles of balloons so participants could see us and make sure they kept ahead of us. We enjoyed the walk, and got to see a lot of great dogs have so much fun with their owners.
The week following was sort of a blur. I'd started, previously, trying to 'steal time' in the mornings to get in some sort of exercise before having to get ready for work. That lasted one week. I ended up so tired I had to give it up. I know, you wouldn't think just getting up a half hour earlier would wear someone down so much, but it's not really the getting up time that zapped me. I don't know about you, but for me, it's nearly impossible to get to bed while it's still light out and expect to be able to sleep. I gave up the plan and sort of wallowed for a bit.
Then Saturday the 16th was my first group run back with the Galloway Tribe. It was a warm morning, but not hot. It was an easy 3 mi run. I hadn't gone any maintenance runs the previous week, or month or whatever. I was hoping I could slide in and pick up where I left off.
I did alright the first mile and a half, keeping pace with everyone. Once we turned around though, and started back, I started falling behind, further and further. I didn't have water with me, but then I don't carry water for a 3 mi run as I don't normally need it. I did this time, and even though it wasn't HOT it was warm enough to tax me. Add in the additional pounds bouncing around on my body, lack of preparation, lack of consistency, lack of anything even remotely resembling being a runner and... POOF! I sucked.
Holly is our pace group leader, and to her credit, had the whole group walk up the one hill involved on our route, and dropped back to walk with me once we reached the top. We chatted a bit - she really was one of the reasons I was back with the group after my 5 months hiatus. Her encouragement brought me back, her encouragement kept me going (well, that and my shame at being such a lame*ss and conking out on such an "easy" run..), and her encouragement gave me a lot to think about.
Sunday, I spent the morning with Kashmir and hundreds of our closest running friends! LOL I volunteered at the Vancouver USA Marathon and Half. It was great! We got to work the bag check, and had spurts of activity prior to the Marathon start, and then again prior to the Half start. Of course, as the finishers started trickling in, our business picked up once more, but my shift ended at 11, so I eventually had to pull myself away around 11:20 LOL It was a great time for a good cause. I'm really enjoying the volunteer opportunities I'm taking lately. More on that in a bit...
Anyway.. the whole weekend, run/walking with Holly.. working with Kashmir.. staring in awe at the winner of the Marathon (who finished 26.2 in 2:34!!!) the whole thing helped me realize... I want to run again. Like, really. I do. I haven't WANTED to for so long, I'm kinda hesitant to say it out loud, like I'll jinx myself again or something, but.. it's out there.
I'm signed up for the Portland Half in October. I will never go into another Half like I did the Rock'n'Roll last month - unprepared and stupid. I was very lucky I didn't hurt myself doing that race as I did. I will do the Portland Half (from now on to be known as the PHM) as a Galloway runner, and that means putting in the miles and effort.
Sounds all cream-cheesy-easy-peasy goodness, right?
Yesterday was Tuesday. That's one of my maintenance run days.
Yesterday was the start of TOM.
Guess who didn't want to or feel like going for a run?
I texted Bill about my dilemma. His very wise words to me.. either suck it up and do it, or don't.
The man had a point. I was either going to do it or not. I could whine about cramps and wanting to eat the entire world, or I could put on my gear and get the h*ll out the door and see what I could do.
I chose the latter. In fact, I was psyching myself up to run to such a point that I missed my usual turn while driving home LOL I didn't have to go too far out of my way to get to the house, but it made me chuckle to realize that visualizing a new route allowed me to zip right by the turn.
I got my gear on and got out the door. I headed down the new route (still within the neighborhood, just a different approach/route) and concentrated on not going fast, just going. I'd been doing :45/:45 intervals before, but the group runs :30/:30, so that's what I'll stick with for now. I kept a good steady pace for the first 2.5 miles (better than Saturday!) but then finally started slowing down and feeling the effort. While I was feeling winded though, my body seemed to start feeling better. I guess I was finally warmed up as I was ready to finish. Figures.
No it wasn't a great run in any way, shape, or form, other than.. when I was done, I felt good, and I felt like a runner again. For like the first time in a very L_O_N_G time. I wish I could bottle that feeling, or record it somehow so the next time I whine at Bill that I don't feel like running, he could make me look at that snapshot in time to remember "oh yea, I DO like how I feel when I'm done so it's worth doing".
Thank goodness there's no limit on the number of times we get to resume this journey. Note the word 'resume' and not 'restart'. I didn't stop. I just wasn't making forward progress. I was dithering about off the beaten path, but never straying too far away. Eating a full sleeve of Ritz crackers.. half a dozen slices of cheese.. two or three servings of pasta at once.. not good choices, but not the end of me and my world as I know it.
In amongst all this, I'm extending myself out beyond the normal boundaries of my world. We've enrolled one of our Lhasas in a Reactive Rover class. Maggie simply goes BONKERS when she sees another dog out on a walk, to the point where it's nearly impossible to walk/drag the 13 lb growling snapping snarling buzzsaw away from the situation. She's totally unpleasant and unruly and embarrassing. We'd LOVE to be able to take her (and the other two) out in public for things like the Doggie Dash or Run for the Love of Dove - dog-friendly events, or even walks on the waterfront, whatever. She's just not socially acceptable from OUR point of view and we want to help her change that. As she's the most alpha of the three, we feel the other two will hopefully, easily, fall in line with the changes we can effect in Maggie.
The classes are every Thursday evening.. which means I won't be able to run Thursday after work. I have a plan, though. I'll be coming in to work a bit later than usual this Thursday, so I can run before work. Next week, I'll switch up my run days to Monday/Wednesday, gym days to Tuesday/Friday, and leave Thursday for Maggie-Bug training.
In addition to that, I'll be taking my first training session to volunteer for the Oregon Humane Society. That's where we found our Bubbie. I'm aching to make a career change, to get out of IT completely and into the veterinary field somehow. I'd LOVE to be able to go to school to become a Vet Tech, but right now the available courses are day classes. I cannot afford to give up my job to go to school (in my mind at least, right now). Instead, I can volunteer at OHS 12 hours a month, give something back to the community, do something that I think I'll enjoy, and learn lots of new things.
Yesterday, I made good choices. Better than the ones I made Monday. Today, I'm aiming for better choices again. Good healthy food. Proper portions. Needed nutrients. Actual weight training. A brisk walk. There are my choices today. Choices that will help change me, improve me, sustain me.
All these changes must add up to something new. A new phase in being me. Being me, only better. I hope.
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