Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Power is a very idyllic concept. Those who possess it can be presented with some hard choices. Some become corrupted by it. Some fear it. I think I fall into the latter category, although I am not certain why that is. It was suggested that I might be afraid of abusing power if I had it, but I'm not sure that's the case. I think it's more that I fear the gravity of it. The responsibility. Who am I to have power over anyone else, their choices or their decisions? And now the truth surfaces. Who am I to think I am worthy of any kind of power? So it's a self-esteem thing? I'm not worthy of the responsibility that comes with power?
But wait. What is it we are actually talking about? For me, it's not about having power over anyone else, their choices or their decisions. It's about having power over me, my choices and my decisions. That's all the power I really have. What I have taken a long time to figure out is that I give others way too much power over me. I do that, not them. They don't have the power over me. I am giving them power over me. It's my choice, my decision, and it always has been.
Every time I stand at the starting line of a race, the same thought crosses my mind. "What if I can't do this?" I don't think I've ever asked myself, "What if I can?" A beloved friend of mine, after running her first half marathon and accomplishing many other life goals in short order, said she was getting a tattoo of her new mantra: actually, i can
I have come to the realization that I too have a mantra, and I never allowed myself to recognize or believe it.
actually, i am
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Based on the Sparkpeople featured article on Facebook www.sparkpeople.com/resource/motivat
ion_articles.asp?id=1849 , I have decided to document answers to the questions presented.
What will be different and better?
I will be able to buy clothes in any clothing store I choose, as opposed to being limited to specialty stores that carry my size. I will have balance in my life where eating is concerned. I will be able to indulge in rich, decadent foods in moderation without guilt because I will feel confident that I have nourished my body properly as a norm.
What will you be doing on a daily basis?
I will be waking up with my alarm the first time it sounds, with plenty of time to get ready and put my best foot forward each day. I will be exercising each day, utilizing the outdoor trails, on-site gym at home, and health club. I'll take my doggie the off-leash dog park two-three times a week on days he is not attending day care, so he can socialize and exercise daily. I will have a repertoire of nutritious meals to choose from, with healthy snacks readily available.
What new habits concerning food and exercise will you be practicing daily?
I will track my food intake and movement. I will eat 5-8 fruits and vegetables every day, and make healthy substitutions. The first substitution will be to replace my nightly ice cream habit with homemade fruit smoothies.
Who will you be in your new strong, trim body?
I will be an amateur athlete and active traveler, taking full advantage of exploring new places and experiencing them to the fullest. I'll run races, hike trails, climb mountains, walk walls, swim oceans, bike cities, and jump from high places.
What will you be capable of that you might not be now?
I'll run a sub 5:30 marathon, and a sub 2:45 half. I will be capable of entering a triathlon or century if I choose to. I'll walk onto an airplane with grace and pride, and sit in my seat with confidence. I'll be able to see my toes without bending over.
Statement of Commitment
I commit to love my body by feeding it nutritious food, moving it daily, wearing clothes that fit and pampering it with things that feel good and promote health.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
This was a bloody HUGE race! I thought Portland was big. This was more than double the size. In Portland there were 23 pace corrals. In Seattle, there were (at least) 47. When I found the start line, about 5 minutes after the initial gun at 7:00AM, they were lining up pace corral 8 with the line going back as far as the next block and stretching around the corner. I figured it would have been an hour before they got to my pace corral, and I noticed people from other corrals starting to sneak in through a break in the barricade. The predicted high temp yesterday was supposed to be 70F, but ended up actually reaching 78. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and I, without my sunscreen, was feeling the urge to jump in early to avoid running at high noon. Not wanting to be too obvious, I waited until I saw more people getting the same idea. I jumped in around pace corral 15, and crossed the start line around 7:25AM.
I learned really quickly that everyone in this pace corral were runners, and not walkers, so I felt the pressure to keep jogging, despite the fact that everyone was passing me in droves. I was starting to feel guilty about my decision, and reminded myself that I was trying to avoid the hottest part of the day. As I passed the mile marker 1, my GPS was right on target. I ran the entire first mile without stopping and my pace calculator told me I did it in 13:03. I was feeling awesome, and told myself to "just keep swimming" until my body told me I needed to walk. The roads started to incline slightly around 1.5 and my heart started to race, so I slowed to a walk at that point. According to my GPS, I had made it to all the way to 10K with a pace of 14:42/mi (well under my goal pace of 14:57 per mile), but the 10K sign was still a tenth of a mile in the distance. Even so, I was still well under goal pace, and figured I was going to nail this race near 3:15:00.
Unfortunately, the second half of the race was filled with hills, with the final one being a 7-8% grade one half mile from the finish line spanning a tenth of a mile. I had not recovered from this by the time I saw the finish, and for the first time in my race career, walked across the finish line. My official finish time was abysmal.
Even though mile 1 signage matched my GPS, each time I heard the voice prompts tell me I was at a new mile marker, the next corresponding sign was getting further and further in the distance. I'm not sure why this phenomenon exists, but in every race I have run this season, the signage never matched the technology. Some have been more off than others. In Vancouver, the signs were consistently about 0.3 to 0.4 away from the GPS readings. In Portland and Sequim, it varied at random between 0.1 to 0.4, but in Seattle, the markers were slowly getting further and further away, until the finish line was 0.5 of a mile beyond my GPS. According to my data, I reached 13.1 miles in 3:26:54. It might seem like small change, but it's important to me, fo some unknown reason.
My official splits are as follows:
5K 45:23 (14:38 per mile)
10K 1:33:20 (15:01 per mile)
10mi 2:37:23 (15:44 per mile)
Finish 3:33:27 (16:17 per mile)
Whichever mileage is the accurate one, I gotta do something about this trend. I thought I was just running out of steam in the last few miles, but according to the official splits I was slowing down the entire time. I know I definitely need to do some hill training, and some speed work. I also need to get lighter. I need to look up some articles on split times and find out whet else I can do to keep myself from running out of steam.
Other things I want to remember from the race:
* Do not count on King County Metro Transit to update their Trip Planner to reflect road closures and route cancellations due to well-established events. Expect chaos.
* Seattle is dumb when it comes to event planning. Apparently, someone thought it would be a fine idea to have a large marathon with street closures on a Saturday, the same day that three cruise ships would dock, a Mariner's Game would be scheduled and the Solstice Parade would be happening.
* Seattle PD will be belligerent and rude when directing traffic. I hailed a cab (loudly) and the officer directed it to move to the left lane away from the curb I was standing on. When I asked the officer if I could get in the cab that I had hailed, she yelled, "I'm not going to hail a cab for you!"
Thursday, June 20, 2013
After a long workout yesterday that left me physically spent, and confident that I had done something right as a result, I woke up today quite sore. My legs and lower back were sore, as well as my pectorals and biceps (likely delayed from Monday's weight training). I had grand plans for repeating my efforts today, but instead found myself sleeping until noon and being lazy for much of the afternoon. I decided around 6:00PM that I would head to the gym for Yoga, in the hopes that stretching might be what the doctor ordered. I misjudged the start time of class my 15 minutes, and not wanting to walk in late and disturb the class, I chose to do my weight training circuit and a smattering of cardio. I feel so much better now! The movement oiled my gears and helped to work out the stiffness. Consistency is key. I'm easing into a more ambitious regimen, which will hopefully help me sustain it for the duration of the summer.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I have 10 weeks in front of me to focus on my nutrition and fitness. I am hoping to bust through a plateau, experiment in the kitchen with meals I can prepare ahead of time for easy access throughout the work week, and start a container garden with non-GMO, non-hybrid, organic seeds. I am also going to try out a bunch of different group fitness classes to change up my routine. So far:
Yoga is love.
Spin bike seats are built by sadists.
Swimming with proper form is effing hard!
Working out for long enough can make me as tired and sore as if I'd ran a half marathon.
To be continued...
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