Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Short and sweet today. I got some really good zzzzzzzs last night but still woke up soooo tired. The alarm went off to get me up and ready for my walk this morning. First thing I do is go into the bathroom and check my phone for a message to see if by some stroke of luck my sis had sent a message canceling!! I was so prepared to just crawl back into bed and pretend there was nothing waiting for me!! No such luck and I went and had a great walk, so glad I didn't just crawl back into bed. It was another one of those gorgeous, clear mornings where we could see a million stars since we walk while it is still dark. Had a great rest of the day too except we had to go to the store. I've been to the store everyday this week and was kind of looking forward to not going today, but hubby calls and says he needs razors, why he didn't know this Monday or Tuesday I don't know, but anyhow....We have this cool new store in town-WinCo. I am sure some of you have heard of it but for those who haven't it is kind of a hybrid store, a cross between your standard grocery and a Costco or Sam's Club, and there is no membership needed. Anyways, both daughters have been and have had the honor of selecting a small bag of candy for all 3 kids to share from the bulk bins. Well, today was son's first trip and we found ourselves, once again in the candy isle!! UGGGGHHHH!!!!! I was VERY good and did not go visit the Jelly Belly section, but I can't stop thinking about those rainbow bins of gooey goodness!! Would somebody just burn all the candy in the world and help me out???? Gotta find a way to make it through Halloween. I am thinking we will be one of those families who hand out a small party favor instead of candy. I HATED those families when I was a kid, but seriously, I would rather my kids come home with bags full of inexpensive toys they can play with for a few days instead of 10 pounds of candy I feel obliged to help them eat. After all that much candy can't be good for them right? Think they would fall for a story about thier candy falling into the oven and melting into one big inedible mess? Hope everyone had a good Wednesday.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Well, I've counted it up and this is my 16th week running. I can't believe I've been running for almost 4 months now. Our running schedule is a little off because my sister/running partner did the local Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure on Sunday so we are maintaining an every other day schedule for the rest of the week until she can have Sunday off to get us back on schedule. So instead of running yesterday we ran today. Today was the "short run" at about 2.5 miles or so and it was an awesome run. I mentioned yesterday that the past couple of weeks had been rough in the health department in our house and last week I only ran once, on Thursday and barely made it a mile and a half before I had to give up and head back. So today was my first "real" run in more than a week and it felt really good. I was definately ready to quit by the time I reached the "finish line" but it felt so good to be running again.
Today's run gave me some time to reflect on some of the things running is doing for me and teaching me.
The first thing running has done for me is the obvious one-my cardio/respiratory system is SOOOO much more fit now than it was 4 months ago. Even after the 2.5 run I am winded, but not gasping, and even though I was ready to stop when it was time it was not long before I felt like, if I wanted to, I could run even more.
Second, running has improved my balance!! I have to credit running with the fact that I did not go SPLAT this morning!! We run outside and I generally run to the right side of the sidewalk because, for some reason, there are fewer sections to make you trip there. Well, not far into our run this morning I found myself running to the left and sure enough-there was an uneven section of sidewalk and my left toe found it. As I am thrown off balance and thinking "this is going to hurt", my body reacted on its own and saved me from what was sure to be a nasty fall. I know it was nothing I did, either an angel grabbed my shirt and pulled me back upright or running has improved my reflexes and balance. Maybe it was a combination of the two, but in any case I did not fall when I really probably should have.
Third, running has taught me patience. I REALLY want to be a good runner. Right now there is not much about my running that can be called actually good. I am slow, my form is sometimes awkward, somedays I feel like I am running flat footed and I can only go 3.1 miles on the good days. However, I think back to where I started, unable to run for 60 seconds without thinking I would die and I can see so much progress and I kow that all I have to do is stick with it. By the end of the year I will be doing 3.1 miles consistently, working on gradually upping it until we get to 5 miles 3 times a week. Next year I will be in a 10K and even if I end up walking some of it I will know that by my second 10K I will be walking a lot less of it. Patience is a virtue and sticking with it will pay off in the long run.
Fourth, mile 2 is a bugaboo. Mile 2 and I have become foes. If I were Batman mile 2 would be my Joker. If I were Superman mile 2 would be Kryptonite. Mile 2 and I just don't get along. Every run I can go that first mile just fine. Hey, it's only a mile, right? But then mile two sets in and I want to stop. I want to say far enough. I want to sit down and take a break, maybe have a snack before starting again (hehe). But, running has taught me that just like any trial, or rough spot in life, if you keep moving you will get past it and if you can get past the trial then the reward will be sweet. Right about the time mile 2 ends I get into the zone and lots of days once I am in that zone then I know that the rest of the run will be "gravy"-nice and smooth and enjoyable. Today being the first real run in over a week the time I spent in the zone did not last very long. The good thing was though, that the zone was there at all. Running reminds me that this is life in general. There are mile 2s all over the place, but hang in there and mile 2 will end and when it does there will be a period of time when life will generally be good, sometimes that period of time is long, sometimes short, but it is always there when you leave your own personal mile 2.
Fifth, keep your eyes on the short distance. Our mornings have gotten quite cool and it makes for very pleasant running but it fogs up my glasses!! I wear glasses and I wear them when I run even though I could probably have a fine run without them. I am not too blind and I need them for distance so the important things, like trees and walls I might run into, are visable even without my glasses. I just never think to take them off before starting a run. But that is okay because it has taught me a lesson. Some runs, when my glasses are not fogged, I find myself looking far down the road and saying "uggh that turn is still so far away" or "Dang, Kristen and Daisy are waaaaay up there" (my sis is a better runner and is always way ahead, but that is okay because someday that won't be true anymore!!). When my glasses fog I am forced to focus on the closer distances. I can't look way down the road and see how far it still is. I can only see where I am at the moment and the progress I am making in that moment. How many of us get discouraged with our progress by looking way down the road and saying to ourselves "the weight I want to be is still so far away" or "my friend is doing so much better than I am, why am I still way back here". My fogged glasses remind me every morning to knock that kind of thinking off. It is not productive at all. We should all spend more time looking at where we are now and examining the progress we have made or are making in this moment. I am sometimes surprised when I do glance around and see that I am actually much farther than I thought I would be. And that is true for running and weight loss!!
I am so glad I am running and a part of the Spark People community. I am truly enjoying this journey and the things I am discovering. Plus, the endorphin rush at the end of a good run is a total rush and an awesome way to start the day!! :) Happy Tuesday all!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I really need to get a schedule down that lets me get on spark daily!! Thanks to all my friends who keep checking on me even though I have been absent lately. The good news is that I am still working out and making progress. Last Wednesday I slayed another dragon!! The three mile dragon!!! We went for our usual "long run" on Wednesday last week and I started out thinking "is today the day I run the entire 5K?" and I set out with the mindset that I would at least do the 2 miles that I had accomplished on Saturday and again on Monday. Well, long story short, when I hit the 2 mile mark I told myself "hey it's all gravy from here and I am riding the gravy train all the way home"!! I kept running and I kept running and I didn't short myself on the cul-de-sac where it is so easy to cut the corner and make it easier. On the last stretch my sister returned after completing her run to finish the route with me and I just kept going. I told her that I had to tell my behind that if it would just quit complaining and keep running it would turn into a rock hard runner's a** (sorry sometimes I use words with myself I would normally not use in public). My tush told me it didn't care about being rock hard it just wanted to stop running. I showed it who was boss and ran all the way to the drive way!! WOOO HOOOO I ran the whole thing!!! I am a runner!! The really funny thing was when I read an article in Runner's World magazine describing almost the same experience. I was tired of calling myself a runner and having my best accomplishment being 2 miles. Well, no more!!
This weekend was also the much anticipated Summit Hike in Idyllwild. We left right after the kiddies got out of school to go camping at one of our favorite spots, Idyllwild State Park. The campground is about 45 minutes from home but feels a world apart. We set up camp and had to break the sad news to our son that we would not have a campfire for roasting marshmallows for s'mores due to the high fire danger all campfires were banned. We ended up roasting the mallows over our propane campstove though so it all worked out. On Saturday we waited for my sis to arrive (she didn't camp due to a daughter recovering from flu symptoms) and then it was off on our hike. We started out with Mom, sis, myself, husband, all three of our children and Baxter, our beagle all in tow. At a junction point husband and daughters (5 and 3) broke off to take the very easy hike to the Nature Center where the girlies would have a blast and Mom, sis, my son (age 6) myself and the dog all took off for our hike. We were lulled into a brief sense of security when we were joined on the trail by another family with children. I figured that maybe we had over estimated the hike if others with kids were also braving it. Then my sister mentioned that there was probably another branch off where we would seperate to go on the more difficult hike. Sure enough, it wasn't long before we were all alone on the trail. Nailed to a tree at the head of our trail there was a simple wooden sign that said "Steep Trail". We should have taken the sign more seriously!! At first it seemed like the trail was nothing that we had not tackled before. But then we started going up and up and up. The trail was STEEP in places!! And the rocks!!! Oh my goodness, I read that there were areas where you had to scramble over rocks, but oh my!! But after many breaks for water and fuel we started to see the mountain flatten out and lo and behold we were on top of the world!!! Literally we were on top of the mountain. I will have to post pictures later, but we looked in front and behind and there was no more mountain to climb. It was spectacular and the view was worth the climb. Going down was quite possibly even steeper than going up and there were even more rocks to climb over. Just as I didn't feel like I was really a runner until I broke that 3 mile barrier, I now know that until Saturday I was not a hiker. NOW I am a hiker!! So is my 6 year old!! He was amazing!!! I do not know how many 6 year olds could have taken the same hike and done as well. He was our little trail guide, leading the way and telling us where there were difficult spots to watch out for. I was also proud of my little beagle. He has never gone on a long distance hike before and he did a great job. There were only a couple of times when he insisted we take a little break. The sad thing was, I was not expecting to bring him on the big hike, I thought he was just going on a short hike, but when the young ones decided to go to the nature center the dog had to come with us out of necessity. I didn't have any water or dog treats for him. The water bottles I toted had big, wide lids and he was able to drink water from the lid of one of the bottles and I shared my MOJO bar with him. Which he now seems to be addicted to!!! Everytime I opened my pack he got excited expecting more MOJO. For those who have not yet enjoyed this marvelous treat it is a trail mix bar by Clif Bars. The one I shared with Baxter was Peanut Butter and Pretzel-mmm peanut butter...that's what got Bax so excited-the peanut butter. Unlike most of the Clif Bars the Mojo is crunchy and salty sweet-very delish!! I think Clif Bars is missing a market and should cross market their Mojo for people and dogs!!! I got two bites and Bax finished it off over the course of the hike and then stole the wrapper from my pack when I sent it on the ground and licked the wrapper clean!! (Yes, I got the wrapper back and disposed of it properly.) Before we made it off the mountain our quads, hams and glutes were fried and felt like jello. My son said his legs felt like jello that had been eaten!! We made it back to camp safe and sound and thoroughly spent and ready to plan the next time we would take that same hike (early spring next year when the creeks will be running and add a whole new dimension to the hike).
Today, Monday, it was time to go back to the regular routine and run for 2 miles (our current short run). We warmed up and got running and almost immediately my legs started to complain. Every muscle in both legs started screaming at me to stop. They were more sore than I realized and strongly protested my putting them through that type of torture. I really wanted to stop and walk, my muscles really wanted me to stop and go back to bed. I kept going though and I pushed and pushed and my muscles settled into a more muted form of protest and I was able to make it to about 1.5 miles before my tush joined the chorus and I still ignored them all. Saying that every step today was agony would be a slight exaggeration. Even I know that agony is not okay and you really should stop, but it was indeed very difficult to complete today's run. I did it though and now I know that I can do 2 miles under very extreme circumstances! Tomorrow is a simple walk and then Wednesday it is 3.1 miles again-can't wait!! If I could run 2 today then I know that I can run 3 on Wednesday when most of the Lactic Acid I accumulated has left my poor little leg muscles-which are becoming quite defined by the way. I was shaving the gams the other day and was shocked when my calf muscle refused to give way under the pressure of the razor!! I rewarded myself for all my hard work with a new running top!! Very cute pink with grey accents, long sleeves for the cooler weather that is gradually arriving and a little reflective paint on the back to make me a little more visable. Well, this has been one heck of a missive and it is time for beddy bye so good night and if all goes well I will see you all tomorrow!!
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