Thursday, April 02, 2009
Adorned in my new hot pink workout shirt and black shorts, I marched straight back into my closet because the pair of socks I'd quickly grabbed turned to be blue and white, interrupting the color theme I had going on. I laughed as I picked up a pair of pink and white socks, I mean, what the heck was I thinking, caring about how I looked at the gym, where I was about to get grossly sweaty and smelly!!!!!
One of the bennies of exercising is that it's excellent time for thinking while your body pumps away. Here are some things that I know that I do and I'm interested in finding out how many of you are gym fluffs too, or other stuff you can add to the list!
You know you're a gym fluff when...
1. You drive to the gym. - Okay, so mine is 3 miles a way, which is a totally walkable/runnable distance, but I just plain refuse to! My excuse is, I need bumpin music to carry me to the gym, so I can be appropriately pumped to sweat. Maybe you don't buy that, but I'm convinced!
2. While looking for parking, you stalk gym members walking to their cars, which are located in primo locations (aka "super close to the entrance"). - I just have to say this: after sweating at the gym for a couple of hours, the LAST thing I want to do is climb to the fourth level to my car!!! If only they had one of those golf carts to take me to my ride...?
3. You get annoyed when the car in front of you snags the only primo parking spot in view. You drive off with a fear in your heart that you might have to park in a spot so far away that you need to call a cab just to get to the gym. Even worse, the car who was behind you, snags another primo spot that opened up just after you left. - Grrs!
4. You get really really excited about your new and very cute workout outfit. - If I'm going to look like I got run over by a bus after a workout, at least my outfit looks cute... Right???
5. You do a quick hair check in the locker room before going to your workout. - Refer to #4!
6. You spray a dash of perfume before your workout. - It's just me secretly hoping it would sweeten the scent of my sweat. Heck, I even take a quick shower and change into a new outfit after cardio so that I'd attend my yoga class fresh as a daisy!
7. You consider taking the elevator at the gym. - I haven't yet, but it's the first thing I think about after spending some good hard times on the bike. I mean, c'mon! I can be a real hazard going down the stairs and there's no make up good enough to cover a black eye I'd get from tumbling down the stairs. Vanity rules.
8. You have a pretty water bottle. - :):):)
9. You wear make-up during your workout. - Okay, so I used to do this, until I started breaking out from it.
10. While shopping for fitness wear, you put back a shirt because it's not your "color." - ha!
Are YOU a gym fluff? Which of these do you do? What other things can you add to the list?
(hey, at least we're active, right??? LOL!)
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
In celebration of my fifth year of being a non-smoker, DH got me this LOVELY gym bag I've been wanting for awhile now!!!
Er, confession time: Actually, ***I*** bought the darn thing and told him about it later. Better me tell him about it than have him find out when he sees another charge on the credit card at a sporting goods store. Again. Um... hee?
While "assisting" DH in shopping for my present, I also grabbed a few other goodies! I mean, I smoked on and off from when I was 12 years old (yes _twelve_) until 18 years old, at which then I started smoking about a pack a day until 24 years old. So seriously, the following would be what I consider an appropriate celebration for reaching a 5-year milestone, for I wouldn't even be able to walk a block without bowling over if I continued the habit today! :):):)
My lovely new workout shirt. It almost matches the bag!
My new very cute water bottle.
Do you see a common theme yet??? LOL! Other goodies I got in a different visit over the weekend:
For the semi-long runs. Sadly, it's not pink but that pink water bottle fits oh-so-nicely in the sack, so it doesn't totally break my theme. Whew!
Provides the perfect 4:1 ratio in carbs and protein for speedy recovery. Oooh this totally makes me feel like a real athlete now!
Think that's crazy? Wait til I celebrate my one year anniversary of exercising in July... Or my first year anniversary of being a runner in August!
It feels so good to celebrate LIFE. Booyah!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sooo I've been absent for awhile SP, but I'm happy to report that I NEVER stopped exercising!
Inspired by LILHLFPINT ( www.sparkpeople.com/mypage.asp?id=LI
LHLFPINT ), I made a 2009 resolution to accomplish 10,000 fitness minutes. Instead of logging it in to SP, I actually started using an Excel spreadsheet instead so I can make nerdy reports and plan my workouts. By the end of today, I will have 5488.54 minutes total for the year, with only 4511.46 left to go!!! (When I reach this goal, I may extend it to 15,000 minutes)
I am still running. Since I recovered from the extraction, illness and etc, I've missed gym days here and there, but I have NOT missed a run, it is the ONE thing I look forward to and heaven forbid if circumstances like rain attempt to railroad me from a run! OMG. Did I just type that? I would NEVER have thought I'd say anything remotely like that back and before I first started working out. Well, actually, when I *don't* work out, I become a teary, irrational, depressed mess (think: PMS times 10), so I really don't have a choice. But still, "go me"... right?
Speaking of running, I'm still planning on going the full 26.2 at the Long Beach Marathon this October!!! I'm reading a lot of great books on preparing for it physically, mentally and emotionally. I thought about joining a team to train for it, but I recently discovered that I'm more of a solitary runner. Running with other people is fun, but I really really REALLY enjoy hearing the rhythm of my stomping, the pattern of my ungraceful breathing and getting hopelessly lost in the "zone." As a person who thinks of herself as her own best friend, I lust in the certain freedom attained in solitary activities, and so it's with this thought that I will proceed by training alone. Or maybe I just haven't met anyone I can really run with... Who knows, we'll see!
By the way, I celebrate my FIFTH year as a non-smoker this week!!!!!!!! It hasn't been easy (esp around drinking), but as time grows, the difficulty shrinks. Anyway, the five year milestone is an important one, as the chances of relapsing into the habit shrinks drastically, as do risks for things like stroke, lung cancer, etc. GO ME!
Well, that's it for now. I'm gonna finish my (healthy and ENERGIZING!) lunch and then I'm off to the gym! Ohhh the gym. Move over Baskin Robbins, I have a new favorite place!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Oh man oh man oh man.
I have this tendency to where I am social and in a celebratory mood when things go great; however, when things go bad, I run, hide and exhibit hermit-like behavior! I suppose it's my way of dealing with things... Licking my wounds feels soooo good sometimes.
After my $3000 dentist appointment described in the last blog (and that's after my insurance kicked in!!!!) on Feb. 4, one of my extractions became heinously infected. A trip back to the dentist that following Monday earned me antibiotics. The next morning, I woke with minor itches, but by the end of the day, I had full-blown hives ALL over my body!!! It's a good thing there is a dentist on-call 24 hours a day... That night I got another batch of antibiotics, but the following morning (Wed.), my eyes were nearly swollen shut. NOT GOOD! A trip to my regular doctor got me double doses of Benedryl every 6 hours and I was mandated NO EXERCISE until the hives were gone, about a week or two. Ok - Benedryl does the rashes good, but I swear it left me high for days and days and days - I was slurring like a drunk!
Fortunately, I *finally* stopped itching for the most part yesterday. I still have minor itching here and there at times and there's this weird unattractive scaly thing that's on my body. DH called me a "sexy reptile" at one point. LOL Men!
After being laid out for about a month, plans of course have to change and goals need to be revised. Here are mine:
In all this, I of course had to bow out of the 10k. Even though I was doped up in Vicodin and 4 Advils at a time, there was no way I could have run it. The Firecracker is an event that I planned on running two years in a row and it broke my heart this year - again - I had to cancel my plans. But looking on the bright side... There's always next year! (I did get my goody bag though heehee)
The HM is what caused the majority of my tears, heartache and the main reason why I hid away from everyone. How am I supposed to just jump back into to training after taking all that time off??? I remember laying in bed late at night realizing that I had to not give up, but postpone this goal. There was no way I could make the May 2 race. I had to bow out. For now. It was at that moment that I felt the weight of bricks leave my heart and stopped fighting these health problems, and instead, patiently waited for all these ailments to go away. Much more pleasant.
Pre-holiday weight: 106 lbs
Holiday weight: 111 lbs
Post holiday weight: 108 lbs
Current weight: 111 lbs
ARGH - I can't believe I'm still talking about holiday weight!!! Looking at the bright side, I did pretty well considering I didn't exercise nor track my food. I'm optimistic.
According to a Jeff Galloway book, you lose 100% fitness after one month of inactivity. After going on an itsy bitsy 3 miler today, he's not wrong!! Arrrrgh. My breathing was much labored and according to my heart rate, I of course exerted much more effort today than I did in January. I'm not too hung up on it though... Introducing regular runs should get me back into my regular mileage in about a month or two. I can also tell that I've gone "soft", but I'm not too worried about that either.
Slowly but surely! 3 miles today, 3 miles Saturday... 8 miles total next week and adding a mile a week until I start marathon training in mid-April!!!
The HM had to go, but not the marathon!!! Sun. Oct. 11 is the date and I AM SO EXCITED!!! (Is it so bad that I'm looking a lot forward to endless bowls of pasta? HA!)
After scratching the HM plans, I realized that I needed to give my attitude a serious make over. I am an extremely goal-oriented person, but when it comes to losing weight, focusing on it makes it only as a means to an end. What about maintenance and lifestyle? I finally stopped being so hard on myself for gaining back to my holiday weight... Anyway, what's the big deal anyway? I'm still down about 15 pounds! From now on, I need to focus on lifestyle first, looks second (if it's even on the list). I like to run, so as long as I'm running, I will trust the process to keep my weight down. To support my running, I will cross train at the gym, so if I get a hard body from that, I will treat that as a bonus, but I will appreciate the additional cardiovascular and strength building benefits (which leads to stronger/better running and injury prevention). I will stop the stupid psycho thoughts in my head that guilts me when I want to eat a treat. If I want it, I will have it! - but only in moderation. But again, I love running, so I will eat to support my running as well as meet nutritional goals. (The eating part I'm not as worried about - this month proves that eating well is just apart of me now) BOTTOM LINE: Stop trying to look like some supermodel and TRUST THE PROCESS.
I have the following stuck to my bathroom mirror. My mission is to recite it every day until April 1:
Well that's it for now... Oh and by the way, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE COMMENTS!!!!! I was so unbelievably down, I am moved to tears that you all took the time to write to little ol' me.
And now... I am off to catch up with all my SparkBuddies!!! I can't wait to read what you guys have been up to and be inspired by you all!
And to those who added me recently as a friend, I look forward to getting to know you all!!!
Friday, February 06, 2009
Tuesday was a great day. For the first time in more than a week, I woke up clear-headed and ready to go - I was back, good riddance bug!
With great delight, on Tuesday and Wednesday I ran to the gym and worked out to my heart's content - about almost four hours worth on Tuesday and almost two hours on Wednesday almost! I had so much fun. I heart my gym.
My pleasure came to a screeching half on Wednesday afternoon.
Thanks to a mean little kernel I accidentally chomped on last Friday at the movies, I cracked two teeth. That afternoon I managed to get to a dentist, who put a temporary crown on one, but set me up for an appointment this past Wednesday to put on the other crown.
Wednesday afternoon came and I sailed into the office, still high from my awesomeincrediblysuperwoohoo workout. The doctor broke the news that I needed *two* crowns instead of one, a filling and two wisdom teeth extractions (with a future appointment for a third and final wisdom extraction). I felt like a trooper, putting my complete faith in the drugs, and said "Go ahead, Doc! Give it all to me today, as planned."
By the end of the 3 hour appointment, I was drained and exhausted, not even able to comprehend the instructions I needed to follow to care for the extractions. (Except for the part where the Dr said absolutely NO working out for 24 hours and liquid diet for 48!) The pharmacist at CVS could barely understand me with my puffy cheeks as I got my Vicodin. Eating soup was difficult; due to the anesthetic at all four corners of my mouth, I was more *wearing* my soup instead of eating it. Bliss came finally when I was knocked out with Advil and Vicodin.
Thursday was atrocious. I skipped my scheduled run as per the Dr's instructions, but I was so torn up, I could barely make my day constructive without painkillers, which made me a little woozy. Not myself, the pain that came on got me to tear DH a new one over stupid silly stuff. Vicodin and me were BFFs.
I'm finally allowed to workout on Friday (today), but the last thing I want is to be bobbing on the treadmill with this pain, still! I feel hopeless, helpless... I consider bowing out of Sunday's race.
And so I sit here, a little bugged. I've never wanted to workout sooo bad! And this liquid diet: If I have to drink one more bottle of Ensure, I will go rabid. And my eyes... so puffy from all the crying I did since Wednesday afternoon.
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