Monday, November 24, 2014
It would be so easy just to write off this last month of the year. Especially with the holidays. Especially with being pregnant. I really kind of checked out for a few days. It started Thursday, and went right on through the pint of Ben and Jerry's I plowed through last night in front of the TV.
My gym is definitely trying to help keep us motivated. We're doing a two week fitness blitz starting next Monday, and then we've got this game of sorts called Shape up. Basically, for certain activities you get to mark off a shape, and you try to mark off all the shapes for the week. So this morning we did cardio intervals, so I get to mark that one off. Tomorrow I'll get a shape for yoga. Stuff like that. I think she's having a drawing or something on New Year's Day for people who complete it.
So far I've been managing to maintain my weight. Even with some not so stellar habits. I really want to get back on board with some more fruits and veggies in my diet. I need to make sure I'm eating at the top of my calorie range, basically. I think the general rule of thumb when you're pregnant is to add about 300 calories to your day. I really shouldn't be gaining any weight right now. The baby weighs about a quarter of an ounce. In fact, no one would bat an eye if I finished the first trimester a couple pounds lighter than I started it. I think the big key is to make sure I'm just keeping a balanced diet of carbs, protein, fruits, and veggies. I do need to be mindful of carbs and empty sugar. There's no cause for concern yet, and I've never had an issue with my blood sugar, but I'd like to be proactive in not doing anything to encourage gestational diabetes. Sometimes GD is a crap shoot, but being smart about food can help, too. I've got just over two weeks before my next appointment. I'd like for it to be a positive one!
That being said, I'm definitely planning on enjoying Thanksgiving. We're hosting this year and it will be a little over a dozen people. My mom is helping me by bringing some of the dishes. We've got a 22 pound turkey roosting in the fridge! Thankfully the grocery store had turkey at 49 cents/pound, so we only paid ten bucks for it! I have no idea where everyone will sit, but I'm sure we will have a good time!
We've got a cookie exchange coming up at work. I think I'm going to participate and just play it smart. But I'd like to do some baking for my friends as a cheap and cheerful way to supplement gifts, so it would be fun to get ideas for different cookies. I have no idea what going on for actual Christmas yet. I'm going to try not to take everything too seriously. I figure, if I eat well the other 34/35 days left of this year, then 2-3 days won't completely undermine my efforts. It's all about moderation and living life, folks. :)
I've got two more races this year. A charity 5k Thanksgiving morning and a Tacky Light Run next month. It's about four miles. I think they jokingly call it a 6k. Hopefully it won't be wet like last year's. It was still fun, but it would have been even better if it had been dry.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful day. It's supposed to be almost 80 here. And then we're going to maybe get snow on Wednesday. Snow! In November! In Richmond, VA! Crazy. It's always an adventure here in the good ole' RVA.
Talk to you soon!
Monday, November 17, 2014
Saturday I started in my first half marathon. I've been training for this sucker since about mid-August. I put in the miles and the training time and I was ready to go and also just ready to have this thing completed and no longer looming over my head.
Friday is almost worth it's own entire blog. It was my dad's 60th birthday, who lives in Hampton, which is about an hour and a half drive from Richmond. So my step-mom arranged for us to meet for dinner in Williamsburg, about 45 minutes away. Reservations were for 7:30, but none of us got there until 8:00ish. My husband and I carpooled with my brother and his wife and two of the kids. Dinner was an uncomfortable debacle. Dad was already drunk by the time we got there, so it was pretty uncomfortable. Let's just say Dad is pretty intense and somewhat guilt-trip style inappropriate when drunk. And I was sitting beside him, so I got to watch him put away the better part of a bottle of wine while we were there. Anyway. My brother took some back way home without filling up before we left civilization. There was a few tense minutes where I thought we were going to run out of gas before finally reaching an open station with about a mile or two left to go according to their van's fuel countdown. I got home after 11, and in bed by about midnight.
Saturday morning I was up at five, my friend got to my house about six, and away we went! It was a balmy 26F outside. Despite all that training and prep work I did, I had a hard race. There were times out there that I just felt like I hadn't trained once for this thing. My legs never really got warmed up, and by the fourth mile, they just felt like lead bricks. Actually, I was ok for the first three miles or so, the sun was to my back and was warming up the TWO pairs of black pants I was wearing, the under layer actually being a pair of thermal running tights. But when we turned the corner off of Broad onto Belvidere, the sun was no longer warming my legs up, and that's really where my trouble started.
The mile and a half or so through Bryan Park was hard. That's the hilliest portion. Elizabeth and I actually trained for a good amount of time there. And it's good we did. Even prepared as I was, those hills about took me down. Right before we turned into the park a car crept up on us. I just knew for sure they were coming to take us off of the track. At that point I realized we were also dead stinking last. The policeman driving the car pulled up beside me about halfway through the park and I looked at him and asked him if he had come to scoop me off the road, and he told me no, he just wanted me walk in the middle of the path instead of the side because he was afraid I was going to sprain my ankle. He finally had to abandon us outside of the park, when our course joined up with the full marathoners.
The rest of the course, about five miles or so we finished beside the marathoners. I would have to say, that those people are my personal heroes. I have no idea how they get up the strength of body and spirit to RUN 26.2 miles. And so many of them were so encouraging and supportive. They would run by and shout "good job" or "keep going" or "you're doing great". The marathon coaches would come give us high fives. It was a pretty emotional experience.
We hit the mile 10 marker, which was the furthest I had ever gone. And it took every ounce of fortitude I had left to keep going. I just had to take it mile by mile at that point. This was the hardest fought personal victory I have ever had. We got to the last tenth of a mile or so, which is all downhill, and spectators and folks that have finished their races are all there cheering every one on, and it's just that last little push you need to get over the line.
We came across the line, dead last, and we got to one of the people handing out medals. Of course at this point, all they had in their hands where the marathon medals. And the guy we landed in front of, when he realized we were wearing half marathon bibs said, "hang on, I have medals for you!" And ran to a box and pulled them out and put them on us. I cried and kissed mine. Then we got our finisher hats and blankets. And food. You can't forget the free. mostly cold pizza and still semi-frozen bananas they have for the finishers!
So all in all, there were some moments that it was highly questionable I was going to finish. I started out at a 16 minute/mile pace, and finished at a 22 minute/mile. I felt gassed out and exhausted, and there were times I wanted to lie down on the side of the road, curl up in a little ball and cry. But I'll be damned if I didn't finish. I may have been last, but I finished. Elizabeth and I went to lunch after, and I wore my medal into the restaurant. Because that's how my cheesy butt rolls. I'm totally wearing my shirt Friday to work. There's a few pictures below.
My official time was 4:40:26.
Elizabeth and I freezing our butts off waiting to start.
Somewhere in the first three miles. You can tell it's the beginning because we're still smiling!
I'm deads!! Goofing off after we finished.
My medal, for my hardest won victory.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
I have no idea how one gracefully goes about announcing these things, so here we go:
I'm pregnant! Say hello to Fergus the Fetus.
It's still pretty early, I'm not due until June 13th. I definitely plan on hanging around here, staying active and making this the best and healthiest experience it can be. So far it's been going pretty good, and for that I'm grateful!
And before you ask, yes, I'm still doing the half on Saturday. I saw my doctor Monday and since I'm walking it and I've been training, she's completely ok with me doing this thing!
Thanks for letting me share my news with you!
Monday, November 03, 2014
Well, ok, I still have the actual race to do, but I officially finished my half marathon training yesterday with a ten mile walk! This Saturday I'll probably do a little four or five mile taper, but the hard stuff is finished! I don't know that I've ever finished an official training program before. I end up petering out about 2/3 of the way through. I always do my event, just never fully train for it. And I can't tell you how many times I've started C25k and never finished it. That will certainly be a goal for next year.
There's just 12 days left to my first half! And while I'm just so so ready to have this thing done and no longer looming over my head, I think I'm finally starting to get excited for it as well! I still don't know if I'll ever do something like this again, but I can't wait to see what dashing across that finish line will feel like!
Monday, October 27, 2014
My weekend was filled with super quiet, and super excitement!
Saturday I took as a full on rest day. Between exercising during the week, half marathon training and general housework/chores, I hadn't had a real day off in close to three weeks. And I was feeling pretty run down by Friday night. So much so that we were in bed with the lights out before 10:30. The hubs had to work Saturday, so after I got up around 8:30, I settled down into the recliner where I proceeded to camp out with a blanket (we still haven't turned the heat on yet, so it was sitting in the mid-60's in my house) and the kitties. I even napped for an hour or so at one point. Napped! I never nap! I did get up and feed myself, but I didn't have an all day eat-a-thon or anything. Hubs got home and we ended up renting a movie on demand and ordering Chinese. Which is like totally living large for us these days.
Sunday we hit the grocery store, did a few things around the house and then we got to participate in the best thing ever! Virginia just about two weeks ago overturned the ban on gay marriage. Which means that my husband's moms, who have been together 29 years, finally got to get married! They had a small, simple, and heartfelt ceremony with a few close friends and family. One of their cousins got ordained for the ceremony and actually got to marry them, which was pretty cool. Hubs got to be their ringbearer and I was the DJ for the ceremony. It was lovely.
Afterwards we went out to eat, where I proceeded to eat too much dessert. I really paid for that in the middle of the night. I ended up skipping the gym for the first time in FOREVER to try and grab a couple extra hours' sleep. I'm doing alright this morning. Just trying to make sure I keep pumping water into me and eating my usual foods. Lesson learned, I should have just shared with the hubs! I forget sometimes that I can't eat like the old days anymore.
I hope you have a great day, I'm working on turning mine back around!
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