Monday, June 04, 2012
I love June. End of the school year, time at home with the kids, usually not crazy hot yet, the whole state is excited about summer. It's so great to see people out and about.
We've been biking as a family a ton lately. Not the toughest workout, but super fun. We've been exploring different neighborhoods and find a different park to stop and play each time. We sometimes stop for ice cream too. Summer is the best!
I got in my first real road bike experience last week. 12 miles. I loved it, but I'm still not confidant on the bike. I get scared when I get going with any sort of speed and I'm constantly worried about cars. Some idiot texting and driving or something. I'm going out with a group next week on bike trail for a 20 mile training ride so I hope that helps.
I met my goal of getting in one swim a week in May. I'm really proud of this because I didn't know how we were gonna make it work and we did. And then yesterday instead of doing my long run in the humidity, I went and swam 1 MILE. I swam a freaking mile. My shoulders feel awesome. Next week I start my 3 swims a week, one will be in open water. No ends to grab onto. No lane lines to watch. This should be a new challenge!
And then there's running. I need to take the time to blog/journal all the ups and downs that marathon training has been. It truly has been an incredible journey. I don't care how cliche that is. I've done a few long runs with my new best running buddy, one of the Irongirls. We've gotten very close in the past few months. Training will do that to ya! She took me on this crazy HILLY 18 mile run and we had a blast, talking the whole time, good pace. Then the next week we barely made it 12 because of the weather. I was dehydrated and crabby and awful. That was supposed to be my 20 miler. oh well. smart thing to do is add an extra week into a training schedule so you can make up workouts. The next week I did 20 with DH. It was hot again. I did not hydrate well again. I walked the last mile and was almost in tears by the time DH came back with water. (I had sent him ahead around 17.)
That was a real turning point in my training because instead of getting upset with myself about a "bad run" or doubting my ability to run 26.2, I celebrated. I mean, I had just run 20 miles. That's pretty incredible. And I definitely gained some mental toughness because of the experience. Now I'm not worried about the weather for race day. I know I can do hot. It may not be pretty, but I can do it. I also have 2 time goals now. I know what you're going to say; This is my first and the goal should just be to finish. Obviously that is the primary goal. But I have times in my head too. One for over 70 and one for under 70 degrees.
Other running news...
last week I ran 5 miles in 40 minutes. I barely said a word the whole time. I just told DH that I wanted to push the pace and he' have to entertain me. He did that AND pushed the double stroller. He's incredible. And I'm getting faster.
This morning I got up at 4:30 to get in that long run that I missed yesterday. holy dedication to this race. The first half of the run was horrible and i mean, horrible. And the second half was beautiful and energizing and made for the perfect start to a week. I love how a run can do that; just flip itself around and surprise you.
The marathon is in 12 days. Hello Taper! I love you.
Happy June to all of you!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
I wrote up a little something about my marathon story. It's supposed to be under 300 words. This is 309. Any suggestions for editing, adding, taking out, changing, etc.
Thanks for any help!
I grew up watching my dad run. I rang cow bells on Summit, held ďGo! Dad! Go!Ē signs for many fathers to smile at, and tried on all his medals in the basement when no one was watching.
I gave running a few halfhearted tries in my teens and twenties. It wasnít until after my second child that running changed my life. I needed something more effective than hours in the gym to get that baby weight off. My husband helped me fall in love with running. He pushed the double jogger AND coached me. We planned runs around naptime and gradually increased distance as we explored our city. That runnerís high finally clicked in. I was hooked.
A year ago we celebrated Fatherís Day with the Lake Como 5K. My siblings, their partners, two joggers, 4 toddlers, and of course my dad. That was my first race. Now I was really hooked.
My dad has run so many marathons that he claims to have lost count. I wonder how thatís possible. He swears that Grandmaís is his favorite. He knew I had the racing bug so he reserved a place in Two Harbors way back in August. Since then Iíve run 4 half marathons, been a good MN girl training outdoors through this mild winter, and learned about fartleks, GUs, compression socks and foam rollers.
On June 16 I will be running my first marathon with my husband and my dad. My sister will run her first half marathon. My sister-in-law would have liked to join us but she is due with baby #3 on race day. This is sure to be a great day for my whole family.
I love racing: the energy rush, the community of people doing something healthy together. All of that is more important than any amount of baby weight that I lost.
Monday, May 14, 2012
This is the title of my personal pity party I've been having too often lately. Now, I'm not fishing for compliments. Or needing anyone to tell me that I don't need to lose any weight. I am pretty confidant with how I look and feel and have for about a year now. I feel even better with what I can do. I am an athlete and I love it.
But... why I am stuck at 148? I know that I'm a different 148 today than I was last July. Clothing and measurements prove that. And I really don't want to lose a lot more. 5 pounds. 2 pounds even! I just want to wear that pair of size 4 jeans that are hiding in my closet. I just want to look a little better. There are some pinchable areas that I don't like.
Here's the deal: I know why I'm not losing any weight. I don't want it bad enough. I am in training mode, not weight loss mode. I indulge in the extra piece of chocolate or cookie or homemade bread. I don't binge or overdo it, but I'm not creating that deficit. And I am fully aware of it. For the most part, I can predict my weigh-ins. I know when it's an up week or down week. It's been almost a year of bouncing around this weight so I'm familiar with the numbers. I know what it takes to see 147.4 and I know how very easy it is to jump up to 149.8. This maintenance business isn't easy!
And here's when I get snotty. And judgmental and whiny. While yes I certainly have had more sweets in the past few months or the extra helping at dinner, I eat incredibly healthy. Super foods, lean proteins, whole grains, good fats. And I am crazy active. I ran 18 miles on Sunday morning and it felt great. I teach HIIT classes, which forces me to regularly get in ST. (finally!) I swim once a week, I go to Zumba or Bodystep once a week for fun. I bike with my family at least twice a week. I have a job where I am on my feet and moving for most of the day. I have 2 toddlers. I get home and am chasing them around the backyard. I'm gettin those fitness minutes!!
We rarely get fast food or even eat out for that matter since DH is a chef and cooks incredible healthy and delicious meals at home. This weekend I didn't want to clean the kitchen so I biked to Jimmy John (sub shop) I got us turkey on wheat bread, mustard instead of mayo. Hold the cheese, and add avocado. A pickle instead of chips. No pop. I know this is not how most Americans order their fast food. And for whatever reason it irritated me last week. I don't want to judge what other people order. I don't want to be that annoying person peeking in your grocery cart. But sometimes I am. And that's when I start to wonder; why am I not skinnier? I mean, for the amount of things I say no to, shouldn't I be thinner?
I know this is awful, but I can't help it. At my workshop last week, my team went out to lunch and got hot dogs and onion rings. I stayed behind, went on a walk and ate my packed lunch. And I'm glad I did. That food would make my stomach hurt and I would regret it the next day. But I was still annoyed. Annoyed that other people can eat whatever they want when I am so very careful every single day.
Vent over. My guess is that other sparkers feel this way too. We're doing SO much and working SO hard. Why aren't the results bigger? I guess if it were easy, everyone would do it, right?
Ready for my positive spin? Yes, I'm still at 148, but I have not gained anything since marathon training began. From everything I have read, it is nearly impossible to lose weight while training for an endurance event. AT least I haven't gained the typical 5 racing pounds. Maybe all my "nos" are paying off. And I know I'll go up the week before the race with a serious carb load, but I also know I'll go back down again.
June 17: back to weight loss mode. For one week. Then it's triathlon training mode. Oh well! This whole racing lifestyle is way more fun than being a size 4 ever could be!!!
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
bummer, can't rotate here. It's not sideways on my iphone. oh well...
This is right before the Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon. I'm in the middle of my Irongirls!
Since I had such a crappy run at Get Lucky in March, I signed up for this so I would have one more racing experience before the marathon. wow, what a good call that was.
A bad run can really get to you mentally. I did my best to put a positive spin on it, but it rattled me. Sunday's run did the opposite. I think I am still on a high.
I started slow. Behind the 2:00 pacer and made myself stay there for more than 2 miles. There were so many hills. Short hills. But steep hills. And just when you finished 3 hills and thought it was over you turned and hit another set of hills.
The course was along a beautiful residential area for parts, lots of water, gorgeous houses, people sitting in their driveways with coffee cheering us on. Very cute. I don't know this area at all and I have always said that I like running familiar routes. It surprised me how much I liked running the unknown.
Anyway somewhere before mile 3 it was getting super crowded and I realized that it was because I was so close to the pacers. The 2 hour HM is a major milestone so it was a busy area. It was sooner than I told myself I would step it up, but I didn't like being so crowded. So I took off. And I am going to brag here: I flew! I just kept passing people. I felt great and all of a sudden we're at mile 5. I thought back to how dead I felt at mile 5 at Get Lucky. This time I felt great! So I had a Stinger waffle (you must try these!!! so much better than GUs for me) and then kept flying.
I'd set my sight on a girl with a cute outfit and run her down. And then another. And another. So many Lulu tops to choose from!! This is how I entertain myself. There were lots more hills. And then there were more hills and then we're suddenly at mile 10. Since I was feeling so great I thought I might catch the 1:55 pacer. We started in waves so I was 5 minutes behind that group's start time so I knew it was a stretch.
I took a GU, well part of a GU and kept kicking it. Yes, up and down more rolling hills. Then my shoe came untied and I gave myself to the count of 5 to fix it. I still felt great. I pushed a little too hard around mile 11 because I had to pull back. But the end was great and I was so happy and I immediately saw my Irongirls and they were screaming all crazy for me. Apparently the 1:55 pacer had just come in before me and they knew I wanted under 2. 1:54:08. I like to finish in the top half of my age group and that was top 25%. I'm sure I've already said it, but I am so so happy. With the time, the experience, the way I felt during the run, the finish line feeling and how I feel about it now. It was an awesome race day.
All the experts say start slow. Everyone on Spark says to start slow. I finally started slow. And it worked. go figure, right?!
This is why I run. This is why I race. The energy, the strength, the community, that runner's high. love it.
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