Monday, June 10, 2013
Well, this morning I managed to step on my scale and get a pleasant, happy surprise.
Alright, so my lowest I ever saw was 183.4 - but I'm not going to quibble over under half a pound.
I had an awesome, active week last week.
Last Saturday was the Decker's Creek Half marathon. Monday was a recovery day. Tuesday was a 18 mile bike ride. Wednesday was an Insanity day. Thursday was a 15 mile bike ride. Friday was Insanity. Satuday was the Mud Run. Sunday was a 5 mile hike with Jack.
Last Saturday I weighed 187. As of this morning I weigh 183.8. 3lbs last week! This is the stuff that crazy talk is made of!
It just goes to show the power of tracking, activity, and reflection!
This weekend is going to be my first without a race in a while. This is good because the mountain of laundry in my house has been accumulating since the beginning of may and I've run out of questionable fashion choices and clean underwear. I really am working at tackling my house, too. It's in need of more than just a little spring cleaning.
The plan for tonight is to get to the store (I have pretty much no food in my house...) and to get one load of laundry done.
That's about it from here, I hope you guys had as much success last week as I did!
Saturday, June 08, 2013
This may be the fastest I've ever put up a race recap ever.
I cannot hold in my opinions and thoughts on this race.
So, without wasting any more precious time.
Race: Dirty Girl 5K Mud Run
Cost: $50 - $80+
Weather: Overcast, 70+ Degrees
Start Time: 11AM
If you're the running type, or know someone who is, it is impossible to miss the latest trend: Mud Runs and Obstacle courses. They speak to people's inner daredevil, child, and adventurer. The idea is simple, throw a bunch of obstacles at people and plot them over a course. Some of these races are timed and highly competitive. The Dirty Girl Mud Run (DGMR for the sake of simplicity) is not.
DGMR bills itself as a female-only, untimed, obstacle course run by a for-profit company that makes cash donations to local breast cancer charities where races are held.
First and foremost while the race can be registered alone, I believe going it alone is an easy way to ruin it if you are even a little introverted. There are groups of girls everywhere, dressed in costumes and uniforms, and making lots of inside jokes. It felt like high school all over again.
Second, do not go to this intending to run or race in any form. Ever. At all. End of story.
The obstacles are challenging enough for someone who's lightly active; but, if you're someone who does any sort of crossfit routine or wants to 'feel' challenged - I don't think you're going to find it here. There are a few crawling obstacles, a few climbing obstacles, and a slide. The most fun ones in my opinion were the Barn Raiser (you climb up one side and bounce down the other) and then the final mud slide where you climb up one side and slide down into a giant mud pit.
There was one obstacle I walked around (the cargo net) because my fear of heights made it a bit too scary for me. Also, I refused to wait in line to slosh across a muddy pool. Seriously. The line was around 50 people when I came upon it and it had nearly tripled in size when I looked back again. Other inconveniences included rocks (lots of rocks. Like gravel...) in the crawling obstacles and an expensive race that feels very no-frills.
At the end of the race was a donation point for muddy shoes (unless you actually wanted to take your disgusting kicks home.) What I didn't think about was the fact that I didn't have my clean shoes in hand. I would have to walk about a quarter mile to get my gear. In bare feet. On gravel.
Then there was the hour wait to get my stuff.
I didn't bother washing up, I just got some grub and then rode the shuttle back to my car.
I was, in short, unimpressed with this race. I probably would have had more fun with a group or if I would have been able to run for more than a minute without coming up on a 20 person team that was walking. I didn't feel like I was able to challenge myself and I didn't feel like I was able to have fun on my own. In fairness, the girl who was nice enough to help me get registerred offered to let me join her group; but, frankly, I'm shy.
IF you run this you must:
1. Plan to get disgusting.
2. Not want to run a 5K
3. Be in a group or be extroverted
4. Bring clean shoes / flip flops
Friday, June 07, 2013
So this morning was unusual.
I actually felt flipping compelled to look at myself in the mirror. Half nekkid.
Seriously, how often do you do this?
How often do I usually do it? Never. I may stop in front of a mirror in the morning to make sure my clothes actually match or check my hair on the way out the door; but, to stop and look at myself? The thought alone makes me nervous.
It almost always starts the same. I catch a glimpse of some part - my waist, my shoulders, my collarbone. I think about how those parts look so much better now. How I can actually see that tell-tale bone leading to my shoulders or feel my hipbone or the solidity of my oblique muscles from so many miles run. And then my eyes land on something so much easier to pay attention to. I see the place where the elastic of my skivvies presses into the fat at my hips. I see the dimples in my thigh where cellulite hangs like an enemy that just won't quit. Then there's the moment I turn around and look at my rear end and that angry, straight line across rather than the round upturned curve that a butt 'should' have.
It's so, so easy to let my mind stay there. To let it fester on the negative.
This morning, for all of three minutes, I marveled at what I saw. I allowed a quiet celebration in front of that mirror.
I could flex my thighs and see where the muscles were and where the fat was slowly being taken over by them. I looked at my calves, which are strong and solid. There was a moment of reflection, thinking about how I used to be able to lift the mass at my back and along my ribs - and where I can now just pinch. There's strength in my body. There's muscles that have worked and will continue to work. I can appreciate the curve of my waist and the slowly fading cellulite at my hips and thighs. It's not gone, maybe it never will be; but, I think of the fact that I actually go out in public in skirts shorter than my knee and have considered wearing shorts.
I'd imagine that there are a lot of you that know what it's like to out and out refuse to wear shorts regardless of the weather. You don't want to show the world the dimple, ripple of neglectful and terrible care for yourself. You don't want to be judged. Better to have it be a mystery beneath capris. Believe me, I've been there.
The problem is, that not only do we hide ourselves from society, but we don't let ourselves even look at the good parts. We don't stand in front of the mirror and take stock of what we have worked so hard for.
This morning I celebrated. I saw those strong obliques and I saw thighs that are able to carry me for 13.1 miles. I saw collarbones that scream victory and upper arms that support me as I blaze down the trail on my bike. I even looked at my butt - that line which seemed to threaten to run all the way around the outside of my thighs is slowly relenting to the muscles I'm building above and below it. Today I loved my body, I allowed myself the moment to appreciate what a work in progress is - it's not only a reminder of work left to be done, it's a testimony to accomplisments already made.
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Admittedly, my Streak is four days long - but that is better than 0!
This morning started off with what I am calling the perfect bike ride. A friend of mine from the running club has been kind enough to meet up with me on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. We usually go for runs, but her knee was bothering her after Decker's Creek, so we decided to bike instead. It was AMAZING.
First off, it was a nice, cool 65 degrees. Second, the trail was mostly empty due to threat of rain. Finally, when it did start to rain it was a light mist which felt so refreshing! Really, the company was great and the ride itself beside the river was inspiring. I felt like I could have kept going for YEARS.
Yesterday I had my monthly follow-up call with people from the study. For a very long time I had professed to doing all the things right and not knowing why the scale wasn't moving. Well, I finally admitted that I must have been doing something wrong. I think it came down to two things - First, a reduction in activity from where it was when I was most successful and second continuing to eat the same as I had when I was more active. Combine the two and of course the scale isn't going to move.
Right now I feel like I'm on fire. I'm back to 185.2 this morning which means I have once again banished 189 from my consciousness. That was a scary, scary number to see and I never want to see it again. Here's hoping this downward trend continues!
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