Tuesday, October 04, 2011
See ya September. So glad that month is over. I love my job, but the first month is hard in the classroom and this year was more stressful than others.
My husband is still not working because of his hand injury and that has been a big source of stress and sadness and lower intensity workouts for all of us.
I was focused on training for my race, not weight loss.
OK, there are my excuses. Pieces to each that are valid, but I took advantage of each one. I kept reading about how hard it is to lose pounds while training. That may be true. But you know what else makes it hard to lose pounds?? Snacking on high calorie trail mix every night while watching TV. And yes, you need proper fuel on the long run days. Not proud to admit how often I ate whatever I wanted and told myself, "I just ran 9 miles. It's fine."
My husband, the chef, the wonderous food miracle worker, cannot use one hand. His boss has been bringing us dinner once a week. This guy is also an amazing chef, but does not slash the calories of a fabulous meal like DH does. I did not enjoy the meals with portion control. At least once a week I have been indulging. BIG time. And last week he brought homemade pound cake. That devil. It's gone and I'm moving on.
I know that it's all about the food for me. I have always liked working out and now I am completely head over heels in love with running. When I finally got the nutrition part in order, the pounds dropped. surprise, surprise. Well, I have let the nutrition slide. And I keep saying that it's time to get serious, but I don't change any behaviors. Writing a Spark blog or status doesn't magically make you lose 5 pounds. Spark points? yes. Real pounds? nope. Too bad, huh?
Yesterday I changed my behavior. I went back to smaller snacks, one portion at dinner. No seconds! And no evening snacking. Tea after 7. That's it. And that's what works for me.
And because I love pics from pinterest.com
Sunday, October 02, 2011
I did it!!!!! Apparently training programs work. I followed Hal Higgdon (who I saw, BTW, at the Expo on Saturday and I was a little star struck) Anyway, followed one of his HM plans. We missed a few runs because of weather, injury and children. I justified all that because the race wasn't a full half. *only* 10 miles. It was a good idea to overshoot for training. Then it isn't such a big deal when life happens and running can't be number one.
I worried and planned and cleaned and double and tripled checked everything all week long. We went to the Expo to pick up our packets and it was SO MUCH FUN. You can reach out and grab the energy.
The race started early and it was cold. Good to know that the reflector stripe on my coat works!
The race itself was good, not amazing, but good. I stared too fast and felt tired at mile 4. Right when the hills started. Fabulous. And it was crowded. But then we rounded a corner and tons of spectators/supporters were there with their funny signs (Worst Parade Ever!) and crazy bells and that carried me up the first big hill. The 2nd half of the race was better because I finally let myself slow down. My husband got a bit ahead of me, but came back so we could cross the finish line together. awwww. He is a sweet guy. It was a great moment for us.
The post race atmosphere is just as much fun. We got a 10 minute massage, danced a little, ate bananas and soup broth and raisin rolls and more yummy stuff. We found all the family and friends and hung out for a bit. Then everyone took off and I decided to put another 8 miles on my legs. I know, I know...
The marathon started an hour after the 1o miler and I told a friend that I would wait at mile 22 and jump in for a mile. They usually pull people off the course that don't have the right bib. So I head back up the race path and got to see all the jackrabbit elite runners heading into the last mile. This may have been my favorite part of the day. The winner finished in 2:13. I saw the next 4 guys fighting for 2nd. And they were fighting! So close to each other and all sprinting. I felt like I was at the Olympics or something. Being that close to uber athletes was breathtaking, These guys ran 5:05-5:30 miles the whole time. FOR A MARATHON. how crazy impressive is that? Next up was the first female finisher. She was stunning. Talk about muscle motivation.
I walked at least 4.2, but more like 4.5 miles to get back to 22. I got to see lots of runners for different places in the race. I wish I could explain how beautiful and powerful it was. I finally got to 22 and it seems that is a tough place for people. There were lots of tearful runners, more walkers than I expected and those laughing and looking gorgeous.I saw runners of all sizes, runners with loads of gear, runners with none. Young, old. All marathon runners.
My friend was having a tough time and asked me to stay with her. So I ran the last 4.2 miles with her. For the second time that day! It was fun. The cheering crowds and breathless runners was all the motivation I needed. She finished strong and looking better than she did at 22. I was happy to be there for her and happy that I got to experience that. It certainly gives me some insight into the feelings involved with the end of a marathon.
After my race. I felt great. My goal was 80-90 minutes. I knew 80 would be very fast for me. Chip time says 87:13! I am super proud of the run. 8:44 pace for 10 miles. And then I ran some more! And now my legs are sore and tired.
It was an incredible day. Thanks for all the Spark love and support. It has meant a lot to me.
more pics coming soon from my dad's camera...
Sunday, September 25, 2011
I think many of us need to remind ourselves of this. I've read lots of blogs lately about not being instantly happy when that goal weight is hit. The fear, the reality, the disappointment. I am STILL at 148 and there are days that the number really gets to me. It can dictate my mood for an entire day. blech.
Then there are days like yesterday. Days where I feel so good. strong. fit. healthy. Happy! 148, 140, 158... Those numbers didn't matter. What was amazing was the 9 mile running date I had with my husband. That's right! No stroller to push, no kids to entertain. Just us. We went to the River Road where we first started running longer distances. That was where we ran 6 miles a few months ago, when I wanted to fall over after 6 miles with pride & exhaustion, where I first felt like a true runner. Yesterday the weather was a perfect 62 degrees, the leaves are just beginning to change, the water calm. Believe it or not, Minnesota is gorgeous and has fabulous weather at times.
There were a few moments when I wanted to stop. But for the most part, I was giddy with runner's high. I wanted to yell at everyone we passed, "Hey! Are you training for Twin Cities?? I AM!!!" The marathon (and my 10 mile race) is next weekend and I am excited to be a part of something so cool. I am happy that this is where I am in life. This is how my family chooses to spend our time, energy and money.
Would I be happier if I weighed that magical 140 goal number? I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. What I know for sure is that 9 miles in 80 minutes makes me happy today.
1. This week I focused on core. I tried a new class at the gym, which was a big change for me since I am such a Bodystep/HIIT addict. Wed. morning I went to a pilates/yoga fusion class.
2. Last week I focused on legs. I continued to work on great form for lunges.
3. My goal was a 2 minute plank. This just in!!! 2 min, 9 seconds and my abs are still sore as I type this. success!
I know that's not a plank, but those are great abs.
Morals of the story:
Enjoy life today.
Spandex running tights and a new pair of Asics are just as sexy as heels and skinny jeans.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
This is a lifestyle, right? That means that just because I have 2 young kids, a husband that still can't work due to hand injury & can't help at all with 2 said kids or household crap, and I returned to work full time while kids started new daycare... all of that doesn't mean I can stop working out or start eating junk. Believe me, I wanted to this week. I really really wanted to.
Instead, I squeezed in workouts when I could because I know it's the best way to handle stress. And because it's important to me and I feel good during and after a good sweat session. We schedule many other things in our lives and wouldn't dare miss those appointments or meetings. Why should we skip something that is good for ourselves? I am making myself a priority. When I feel better, I have more to give to everyone else in my life. I win, my family wins, my school community wins. So, I worked out this week. Even when I was exhausted.
The 10 mile race is in a few weeks (I wish it was a half-marathon because I am sick of saying, "No I'm not running the marathon. It's only 10 miles.") No ONLY belongs in that sentence, but I keep down playing the race. must stop doing that!
I've been following a HM training plan and I want to sound cool and say I'm running a real half.
Anyway, last Sunday was supposed to be 11 miles. We made it 6.5. boo. fail. oh well, move on. The success is that I got in a hilly run and a speed work run later in the week. On workdays. When I wanted nothing more than to sit and drink wine and/or watch my own kids play. So there. I'll call the running week a success. We're doing the 11 today and then tapering off. And here is what all my dreams look like lately:
stolen from pinterest. beautiful NYC race.
Because of my running obsession and training, I haven't given enough time to ST. I'm doing PMP, but I knew from the beginning that I would have to be OK with less than 100%. That is something that's hard for me.
The first challenge comes and... gulp. 2 hours of ST this week. -Fail. Not gonna happen.- That's my first reaction, right? Then I had to take a deep breath or 8 and think about what I *could* do. I reread these Yoovie words a few times:
"No it will not be easy, THAT is why it is called a challenge. If I told you that you had until the end of the week to do 15 minutes total of free weights, it would be so ridiculously easy, that it wouldn't do much for your body."
Monday was the first day for students and it was the hardest first day I have had in 9 years of teaching. I wanted to cry myself to sleep it was that bad. Instead I looked at my fun, fabulous, fitness calendar and did 20 push-ups. I got in bed at 8:30!! and told myself that tomorrow would be a better day. And it was.
Tues. Better day, but pure exhaustion. Ran 6 miles. Instead of sitting on couch after kids were in bed, I made up a few ST circuits of my own and pushed myself. felt good.
Wed. Running/XT rest day, but made myself do more ST circuits. Kept thinking, "This is why it's called a challenge!"
Thur. Ran 4.5. Did a few push-ups and worked on planks but nothing to write home about. But! better than nothing
Fri. HIIT class at the gym, focused on form and really pushed myself during lunge/squat track
Did I meet the 2 hour goal? No. Is that a failure? No. I did so much more this week than I would have without the PMP challenge. What About Bob? fans:
"I'm baby steppin. I'm doing the work." I'm doing the work day in and day out. No matter how hectic life gets.
Say it with me ya'll:
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
I really wanted to make chocolate chip cookies tonight, but I knew I'd just eat all the dough so I had a small handful, yes small, of chocolate chips and brushed my teeth. Now I've got a Friends marathon on and am catching up in the Spark world.
Going back to work has been great and exhausting. Running has been a huge release. Free therapy. seriously. This says it better than I can:
"My motivations to run change on a regular basis (talk about living in the present moment!). Some days I run for the grass-fed cheeseburger; some days it is to meditate; some days it is to sing along to music no one but me wants to hear; some days it is to breathe; some days it is to train for something I never thought I could do; some days it is to help my friends train for something they never thought they could do; some days it is because it is just so darn beautiful out not to." Chrsity Ackley Zuzelo on anothermotherrunner.com
I read this with my jaw dropped because it is exactly how I feel. word for word. The race is in less than a month and I actually feel ready.
Onto my next challenge... PMP! I was going to pass on this one, but how can you after reading Yoovie's blogs about it? I need ST help so I guess I'm about to get it. Plus, I'm regretting not doing BLC 17 (I miss you Warriors!!) so I need something SP to keep me accountable.
So that's cardio and ST. Then there's the food issue and it's same old same old for me. Good choices, just too much. I've been sitting pretty at 148 for about 7 weeks now. I'd call it a plateau, but let's be honest, it's not. I have not been putting in the work. I think part of that is cuz I feel good right now. Here's proof of the new jeans I bought last week
fuzzy phone camera pic, but I had to share. It's been a long time since I liked what I saw in a full body pic. I'm getting lots of compliments and I'm happy with my body, for the most part.
If it weren't for SP, I would definitely settle where I am now and keep working on maintenance. But I see your pics and read these amazing blogs and it makes me want more. So I'm going to dive into PMP and really work on some ST. I want to reshape my body.
let's do this!
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