Wednesday, October 09, 2013
I know, that doesn't make any sense, but hey, it's late and I'm basically taking today's post from my sister who posted on this same thing earlier.
My Fairy Run Mother has been a busy, busy fairy, signing us up for race after race after race. Our fall and early winter are filling up with races and it's starting to feel a bit crazy (or cray-cray as my youngest is fond of saying). First I'll share the line up and then I'll reveal how bad this really is.
I recently mentioned that we are training for a half marathon in January. Upon further inspection we discovered that the race was part of a trifecta of races so we decided to jump in with both feet.
First up, a 5k THIS Saturday. The Hometown Heroes Race in Riverside (which is local as I've mentioned before). This race benefits and honors fallen and wounded Police heroes. So excited to be a part of this inaugural run. Funny story about this one. I'm telling my husband about this new race and he interrupts me and says "I know about that one" and starts to tell me what I was going to tell him AND THEN SOME. My non-running husband had the inside scoop on this one and knew more than I did! He laughed at the look of amazement on my face and when I asked he explained that a member of our church, who happens to be a police officer, was involved with this race and had told him all about it. Who says the church ladies have a lock on talking. The church men chit-chat as much as we do if not more-lol.
After that we get a short running reprieve until November 2nd when we have another 5k. This time the Awesome 80's run in San Diego. This one should be fun and easy and just a great time.
Not much of a break before the next one on November 10th, this time a 10k. This run is the Mission Inn run. A return to the location of my first, horrible half-marathon. At least the 10k route does NOT go for several miles down a hot, windy, dusty, wind tunnel of a river bed. That was the WORST and by running the 10k instead of the half we get to totally skip that part. This is the second race in the trifecta.
A bit of a break now before we head to Pomona on December 14th for the Holiday Half Marathon 5k with the kids for a kids race. This is a race I've done two years now and am very excited for this new year. This will also be my son's second 5k and my sister's first year joining us at this race. Always a fun time multiplied this year.
Finally, January 11th it all culminates in the half-marathon running through orange groves. Finish this one and we receive a special medal for completing the trifecta of races.
So, there is our running schedule through January. Five races in four months. Crazy!! As I said the other night, this training combined with diet and other exercise had BETTER result in a lighter me or this schedule just might kill me (not really, smart enough to stop if it gets crazy, but think this can work).
So, wanna know just how bad I have racing fever? Tonight, just about 45 minutes ago I was looking at the web site for our local parks and recreation district (aka Valley-Wide Parks and Recreation). I was SUPPOSED to be looking at possible dance/gymnastics/martial arts classes for my kids. Youngest got to go to dance with a friend tonight and is enchanted and I'm trying to find out just how deep we'll be in debt if we sign each child up for their heart's desire. In my searching I stumbled upon the posting for this year's Turkey Trot. $10 for a 5k and $7 for each kid's 1k. I've done the Bunny hop twice now and it is a fun, small, no big deal, race. Just a bunch of people out for a run in the hills at the same time. I'm thinking we should do this race too. Guess what though? This race is on November 16th. So, to sum up, I'd run a race on November 2nd (5k), a race on November 10th (10k) and then another 5k on November 16th. 3 races in 15 days, along with half training meaning that I'd probably have to cover some miles sometime during the day of both Saturday races (or at least one of them depending on how the schedule is going). Crazy?
So, how many races can a woodchuck race, if a woodchuck would run races? I don't have the answer, but I'm starting to wonder how many races a mom could race is a mom took her kids with her and made them run too :).
Thursday, October 03, 2013
So, today was my second (well, would have been third, but missed one) run for the Half-Marathon training. Plugged my phone in last night, made sure it was charging, went to bed. Almost didn't wake up in time this morning-EEK. Kitten came in and licked me awake. This is her new trick, when she is ready for some attention she comes and licks me until I wake up and pet her, she does it at all hours of the night, there is no set schedule and it's really annoying. Since she does it at all times I tried not to pay attention and tried to go back to sleep, but before I could accomplish the task middle child (the early riser) comes in "Mommy, can I get up now?" "What time is it?" Sounds of medium sized feet creepy across the bedroom to the clock so she can see it. "5:12" "WHAT?!?!?!"
"Yeah, you can get up, when Grandma get here tell her I'll be right out, I'm getting ready." "Okay."
And so started my morning. Hubs set the alarm last night and I asked if it was set, but didn't look at it. While I was getting ready he checked the clock to see what happened....he set it for 5:50 instead of 4:50-lol!! Good thing the cat and the kid woke me up. Evidently Grandma was running a little late too because I did manage to get dressed except for shoes and socks before she arrived :). Guess what, though. Phone wasn't charged!! What the HECK? I'm convinced it is the charger that is the problem now, because I used a different outlet and it's been plugged in all this time and it still isn't charged. So, I get to call AT&T AGAIN and demand they fix this. But, still, the phone was more than 50% charged last night when I went to bed so why would it lose all that power, just sitting there in about 7 hours? I don't know, I think it is a conspiracy to keep me off my paces.
Which was the part of the workout this morning that I totally spaced on...I was supposed to finish with 4x20 sec paces and just totally didn't even do it. I think I was distracted, besides, with no phone I had no way to time 20 seconds.
The rest of the workout went okay though, had my music the dog only stopped us three times instead of five or six. Got home in good time, it was all okay.
Got home, sat down for a second, the kids were dressed and ready for school and we were good to go except it was still a little early. Then middle reminded me that they wanted to ride their bikes today. Oh yeah.......hmmm. Well, my bike got stolen (nice, huh?) so that meant I'd be on foot. Long story short, the school has requirements about the ages of students who can ride bikes or scooters by themselves. The student has to be 4th grade or older to ride or scoot to school by themselves, walking is fine at any age, but not anything involving wheels. I kind of get it. The wheels can harm those on foot and it takes a level of responsibility to understand how NOT to hurt the pedestrians and how NOT to hurt yourself, especially if you are arriving during a burst in traffic. So, all this means that if youngest wants to ride I have to be with them. Which, being the type of mom I am, my kids don't escort themselves to school or home again, period. There have been MULTIPLE failed kidnapping attempts in the time since my son started there in Kindergarten and one of my kids isn't going to be the one that is finally a successful kidnapping attempt. Okay, sorry, I digress, rant over, sorry, take the safety of ALL children very seriously and while our area isn't a slum it also isn't sheltered from real life. So anyway, bikes, scooters and me on foot going to school. Son decided he would walk with me, middle took her bike, youngest had a flat and opted for her scooter.
It is .6 miles to the school (I really like that fact). Once I came home again I'd done an extra 1.2 miles above the plan for the day. I walked instead of running. We walked quickly to school because we lost quite a bit of time with the bike juggling and deciding who was doing what. I walked even more quickly home, I was thirsty and needed the girl's room by this point-lol.
The kids agreed that for the home trip it would be okay if I picked them up with the car. Thanks kids, I appreciate it. Next time we'll go round trip, but for today I've already gone an extra mile, two might be too much :). Looking forward to cooler mornings and afternoons so that we can do the bike, scoot, walk thing more often and I can fit in lots of extra miles :).
Today's plan: Later, do the yoga I didn't do yesterday because my tush is kinda feeling that extra mile. Do a bunch of laundry, which counts as strength-lol. No really, because our washer works fine, but the dryer died. So, I have to wash the clothes at home and then walk the wet load to the community machines about 100 yards away. If you've ever toted a wet load of laundry for any distance at all you will know that I'm giving my arms a good workout-lol. If you haven't, try it. Next time you do a load, put it in a basket and take it for a spin around the house. You'll understand soon enough how much a wet basket of laundry weighs :).
Okay, on with the rest of the day....have a good one everyone :).
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Yeah, it just isn't the best way to start off training for a half marathon, but here's the scoop.
I mentioned how sister created this AWESOME plan that I quite literally stole (took it right off her table) and it IS an awesome plan. The tricky part is she added a day of running! I know, right? What WAS she thinking? Lol....hey I agreed and actually had the plan to have a day 4 on my schedule too, part of what I loved about her plan is that it read my mind. I'm just NOT used to getting up on Monday and working out. It isn't a part of the schedule!! So, you guessed it, I did not do Monday's workout. I DID work really hard in my girls' room all day so I burned calories, just not according to plan.
Last night I updated my ipod with some "new" running songs (not new, old, just haven't been on my running playlist for a really long time, or ever). I plugged in my phone. I set out my gear (pants, shoes, socks, headband, shirt and sleeves (arm warmers in case it was too cool and needed the extra warmth for a bit). I was READY to run in the morning. What I didn't do was plan or pre-track my route. I knew the direction I wanted to head and I figured I'd use my phone to track distance and time. I figured this wouldn't be a problem since I JUST received a replacement phone for the phone that wouldn't hold a charge and then just went all black screen on me and wouldn't turn on no matter how much I charged it.
Waaayy too early this morning the alarm went off, I got up, got dressed, got all together and then realized I left the phone by the bed. Went to get it and BAM no charge!! What the HECK. I hate this phone's charger. It is two pieces, with a usb cord plugging into a standard plug, making it easier to use the phone with a computer, but the plug DOES NOT stay in the wall outlet. I've tried to alleviate this by being cautious and using an extension cord which sometimes holds the plug better than the wall outlet. Obviously I wasn't careful enough last night. Crumb-bum!! Well too late to do anything about it now. I just had to go for my run and try to do my best as I went.
Going back and using dailymile.com to track my run after the fact it turns out I did a darned good job estimating the one mile warm up distance, overshooting the mile mark by only .04 miles. Wow, totally impressed with that :).
I overshot the 2 miles of more intense effort by .12 miles. Again not too bad considering I didn't map it out :).
Finally, I hit the 4 mile mark for total workout distance RIGHT ON THE FRICKIN' HEAD!!! Dang I'm good-lol.
Unfortunately I have NO idea how I did on my paces. No clue at all, but based on effort, I put forth more effort during my warm-up one mile than I normally do for a warm-up without crossing into high exertion territory. I pushed slightly during the run phase, not too hard, but enough that it felt right for the pace I was aiming for. Maybe I was having a sluggish day though and was much slower than I felt.
What I determined though, is it really doesn't matter too much. :) It is just day two. I have some time to get the paces down and hopefully my phone won't play this trick on me too often so I can keep a better eye on things in the future. At least now I know my four mile route is a good one :).
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Before I get to the insanity part I have to brag on my daughters for a moment. Son is doing great and I'm sure will have something to brag on soon, but this week belonged to the girls. First awards assembly of the year and oldest daughter (middle child), who struggles with much of what is involved in school, got the Citizenship award. She has been going out of her way to help with anything she can. She helps the lunch ladies clean up after lunch, she holds the door for the entire class when they are leaving the classroom and turns lights on and off for the teacher. So proud of her for going the extra mile. Youngest also got awards, two reading awards because she has been reading up a STORM. Then her teacher stopped me when I was on campus this morning and told me how impressed she is. The class (2nd grade) is doing a unit on fables, fairy tales and folktales. This week they were to write a few sentences of their own tale. Daughter wrote her entire story, The Three Little Mice and the Big Bad Cat. One part of the story has the first little mouse building his house of cheese and then eating it so he got caught by the cat because he had no house. The teacher explained that the HOPE was that by the end of the unit every student would have a story written. Daughter completed the final assignment about half way through the unit. She is my super creative kid who wants to grow up to be a teacher and an author who illustrates her own books. She also got praises from her best friend's mom. She was at a play date at their house and was playing a game with her friend and in the mom's words my daughter was "kicking" her daughter's "butt". My daughter told her friend that "just because I am winning doesn't mean you aren't good too." This melted the friend's mom's heart. She was so thankful for my daughter's kind attitude and words. She threatened to steal my child-lol. So proud of my girls, moments like this make me think there must be SOMETHING I'm doing right, but truthfully, they sort of just came that way. It's just who they are :) Boasting over, on with the show :)
So, a little while ago I got this urge. An urge I haven't felt for awhile. I've been keeping on with my running. Not too seriously. I missed a lot of days during the summer. I've been getting slower instead of faster and I've just kind of been in a running rut.
I'm not sure why, but suddenly I knew what I had to do to break out of the rut. It is time to run another half marathon. Oh my goodness. I'm insane.
I mentioned this to my sister when I suddenly had the desire to run the same half I did as my first half. Long story short, it was HORRIBLE. The route was terrible, the day was HOT, there wasn't enough water on the course, which was okay because there weren't enough porta-potties either and if I'd had more to drink I might have needed something that simply wasn't there. It just was NOT a great race so I have no clue why I was suddenly possessed with the need to repeat the experience. Anywayy, I went to FB asking my workout group (aka my sister-lol-there are other members but I knew she'd answer before anyone else if anyone else responded at all) to virtually smack some sanity into my head.
She did a fine job reminding me of the horrors (she was there she knew) and that the time frame was all wrong. The end result though was several options with better timing and better locations. These possibilities were considered for a week or two then, about a week and a half ago (maybe two weeks) my sister found the PERFECT race. It is "local". Let me quickly explain those quotation marks...we live, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. Now, our town has grown considerably since we first moved here 33 years ago, but we still live in the middle of nowhere. We have two Wal-marts and multiple Starbucks, but our "mall" is a joke and to do any REAL shopping you have to leave town, which is made more interesting in the fact that there is no freeway through or at the edges of town. You MUST travel at least half an hour in any direction before you find a freeway. Considering this is Southern California, the land of freeways, it makes us quite unusual and qualifies us for "middle of nowhere" status. Local does not mean IN TOWN around here. Local means less than an hour away. So, at 45 minutes away this race is local.
The venue is interesting. Our area has a long heritage of agriculture and a part of this route goes through historic orange groves. The price is right at under $70 for the half it is a downright steal. This includes shirt and medal as well as on course support, etc. All the normal stuff. It includes a 5K distance for our mother and a kids' race for my children (they've become quite addicted to being able to do a kids' race when I run (I love it!!)). In short, it was the complete package, the perfect solution, you could hear the heavenly choir and see the light beaming down from heaven. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but my football team won tonight so go easy on me.
Recently I printed a handful of plans, but while at my sister's tonight (for my little grand-niece's birthday party) she showed me the plan she had completed, which relied heavily on the plan I was going to use for the basis of my training, so I quite literally stole her plan and ran with it. Okay, I didn't run, I left when the party was over and just walked away with it, but I did literally take her plan :). She saved us the trouble of e-mailing it and then reprinting it, she'll just reprint a new copy for herself....isn't she wonderful? Say "yes".
So, it is official, we are in training, for a half marathon, in January, in Riverside, on a Saturday (I try to limit Sunday races and our mom is quite opposed to them) and it has all the features we want. In addition, I just won a gift card for one of my favorite running supply stores (Road Runner Sports). I don't know how much it is for yet, they didn't say and are mailing it to me, but in any case it'll go towards SOMETHING for the new training schedule, either new shoes or new compression socks or just compression calf sleeves.
So, I have gone quite crazy and am LOOKING FORWARD to torturing myself for the next 3 months. Seriously, looking forward to it!! See you on the roads :).
If you happen to live in the So Cal and want info on this race it can be found here:
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Today I feel like my grandma. Normally this wouldn't be a terrible thing. My grandma was an incredibly talented person who dedicated her life to teaching music. Not a bad life. She was devoted to her husband and she raised some pretty awesome children. She had just one major issue. Of all the wonderful things her grandchildren remember about her we also laughingly remember that she was, above all other things, a hypochondriac.
She adored Marcus Welby, MD and was guilty of coming down with the disease of the week. She had her real ailments, among them, she once had a shingles outbreak that caused me to fear this illness from an early age and she died with Alzheimer's, not knowing who those around her were.
One of my earliest memories of my grandma was her pill bottles. She had this collection of 28 or 30 or so pill bottles. They were lovely pill bottles. Clear glass with a glass top and rubber stopper. At the start of each month she sat down and filled each bottle with her "medicine" and she would faithfully empty each pill bottle, one a day for the month. I think she also had a pill sorter for other things she had to take. I still have no idea what all went in the bottles. Some things were OTC others prescribed. I think I can identify one of her pills as Vitamin E. I remember the clear, oval pill and think, now that I've seen Vitamin E that it very much resembled that.
She spent a lot of her life believing she had one ailment or another. The family's favorite illness that she had a chronic case of, was "morningitis". That was its official name, "morningitis". Mornings made her physically ill. It wasn't that she didn't go to bed at a decent hour, it was morning itself. We fondly remember these quirks. They were a part of what made up grandma and we all love/d her dearly. She was a wonderful grandma, but a bit quirky.
Today I was at the local health food store and looking at all the MANY bottles of pills, vitamins, minerals, oils, homeopathic remedies and more. I was AMAZED at the variety of things available. I knew I was after a few certain items, but could see where I could easily get sucked in until I was filling little pill bottles at the beginning of the month and taking an entire bottle of pills every single day. As it is this is where I'm at right now, these are the things I've researched and looked into and decided have a really good chance of actually helping my health. Things where the evidence is stronger than anecdotal. As of today here are the pills I swallow...Thyroid as prescribed by MD, Vitamin D as prescribed by MD (dosage is high-ish and knocked me on my butt, still wondering about that one) Fish Oil (with a nice citrus flavor added), Vitamin B-12, and Cranberry. Next paycheck (this stuff is expensive) I'll be adding one more for thyroid support. SHEESH. Can you see where I'm starting to feel like my grandma?!
The thing I keep telling myself is that I'm not taking pills because I am sick (although in a way I am), but because I want to be healthy. Beyond that though I am looking at the supplements to be just that, supplements. They are not in place of nutrition, but to enhance it. My grandma dieted quite well, but her day to day food consumption wasn't exactly what we would consider nutritious now. Her house was definitely a meat and potatoes house.
While it is a bit of a struggle and I've pinpointed a fondness for cheese that HAS to change, I am not depending on pills to save me. I am taking on a multi-front war. I'm attacking from all sides.
I'm doing fairly well at cutting sugar. I've kept caloric beverages at bay. I'm resisting MOST sugary snacks/desserts. I'm not living in a desert so Monday night is dessert night, where I get to indulge without too much guilt as long as it is ONE serving of something luxurious. Tonight hubs made a chocolate cream pie. My piece was exactly that, ONE piece, not half the pie. Dinner was baked potato bar. I had a small tater, didn't eat the entire thing and supplemented with a HUGE serving of the MOST delicious salad. Kale, quinoa, pistachios for crunch, dried cranberries and a little feta (see there's that cheese again, considering I had a bit of cheese at lunch (bad planning) and a little more on my baked potato, it was cheese overkill today) all topped with a HOMEMADE dressing. Yes, I did it. I made my very own dressing for my salad. It was SO yum!! I read it wrong and accidentally put one TABLESPOON of mustard instead of one TEASPOON of mustard. It turned out DELISH though. I guess I really like mustard-lol. I just need to plan better and limit my cheese and then limit myself to the fresher type cheeses like feta, goat, and mozzarella. I'm planning meals more and fewer items are coming from a box.
It isn't a war won in one day, but I'm pushing the line of attack forward and finding that I don't enjoy taking pills, even ones that are pretty colors (my vitamin D is a gorgeous green, I told hubs it's like swallowing an emerald), but I DO enjoy kale. The stuff is downright yummy. I don't enjoy fish oil, even caps that smell pretty because they have citrus added, but I DO enjoy Kefir. I don't enjoy cooking, but I DO enjoy digging through cookbooks and internet sites looking for things my family will enjoy and planning the meals. I also enjoy when they tell me the really like something new. I don't enjoy having to cook breakfast. I DO enjoy the thought of a warm bowl of steel cut oats (which I MUCH prefer over instant oatmeal) sprinkled with a SMALL portion of dried fruit (fruit=good, dried fruit=concentrated sugar, so less has to be more), just enough to add sweetness without sugar and flavor without chemicals.
So many things to enjoy I think I can tolerate being like my grandma in the one way I never thought I would accept (just a little though, I still don't have a need for 30 pill bottles to sort my collection). :)
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