Wednesday, July 25, 2012
As a result of BLC19 I am down 7.4 pounds and 6.25 inches. Not huge numbers but the toning has made a huge difference.
Monday, June 11, 2012
With 5 1/2 weeks left to BLC19, rather than beginning to coast, I am refocusing my attention and adjusting my plan so I can continue to see postive changes in my health and weight.
I have signed up for back to back half marathons, 9/30 & 10/7 and began my training plan last night with a 6.75 mile run in 89 minutes. I have located 5 5K races locally between now and then, the first of whcih is this weekend. I will be running 3-4 days a week and averaging 16 miles/week to begin with. On my off days I plan to get back to biking and kayaking, as well as incorporating ST. My ultimate goal for my back to back HMs is to finish both of them in under 3 hours and at least one of them in 2:45 or less.
One thing I've noticed as I age, (I'm currently 50) is that I can no longer jump right up from a squatting position without the aid of my hands pulling or pushing me up. One of my goals for the next 5 1/2 weeks is to change that. It's not that my legs are weak. My running proves different. It's simply that I have lost teh strength in the muscles for that particular movement. Considering all the knee trouble I've had all my life, and subsequent surgeries, this is just an activity I haven't really focused on. Well I'm focusing on it now.
On the diet front, I have recently incorporated the clean eating concept in to my lifestyle and I will continue to do so, focusing on fruits and veggies, since that has always been my weakest link.
While I have lost 13 pounds so far this year, I am not satisfied with that. So far I have never been able to get below 170 and stay there for any length of time. My WL focus will be on finally changing that. When I began my journey, several years ago, I was just shy of 200 pounds. I got stuck in the 180s for quite some time and the same has been true for the 170s. Well I've overstayed my welcome and will be moving on down the line to the 160s and then the 150s and ultimately somewhere between 138 and 145. Can I do it this year? I'd like to say yes but I'd also like to be successful so I'm not going to focus on the ultimate goal. Instead, I'm going to take it a step at a time. Right now that step is 160ville.
So there you have it, my goals and plans in a nutshell. Sounds simple enough, but we all know that saying and doing are two different things. Rather, for me they have been. I'm about to change that!
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Let's get the worst part out of the way first.
Not pretty, I know, but that's about to change. (In my defense, that's an Enell sports bra I'm wearing and it's TIGHT!)
Ok, enough excuses. I'm pleased with my results from last round but I'm ready to strive for more specific goals than just losing inches and pounds. It's time to reclaim my waist line. I found it last spring and kept it til early November when some personal issues got the better of me and I drown my sorrows in all things NOT GOOD! Now I'm totally pissed at myself for losing ground and I'm ready to take back my toned body again.
My goals for BLC19 are:
1) lose the flab off my mid section
2) eat MUCH cleaner and healthier than I ever have before
3) not allow personal issues to take over
4) become reacquainted with ST
5) conquer INSANITY
6) get back into yoga and reclaim my flexibility
7) TONE AND TIGHTEN EVERYTHING!
8) train for another HM
9) see if I can achieve a sub 30 5K
10) unclutter my house
How will I accomplish these goals? By breaking them down into smaller goals and reassessing my progress every two weeks.
So by Week Two I will have:
* begun INSANITY
* got my weight down to 174
* tackled at least one room in my home and blasted every inch of it until it's spit shined and sparkles
* completed one 10 mile run in 2:15 or less
* set aside two days a week to my yoga practice
* begin exploring new options for whole foods
Week Two - Revisiting my goals
I have fallen way too short of most of my goals.
* Haven't yet started Insanity.
* Although I haven't tackled one room and blasted it, I have done a good once over through several rooms and plan to conitue on that effort tonight. It's a slow but sure process and I am making some headway.
* Haven't set aside two days for yoga.
* The weather has not been cooperating for my 10 miler but I did finish a 4 miler in 45 minutes flat, which was excellent for me!
* I have been exploring many new options for whole foods and will continue to do so. I am finding it challenging to come up with meal ideas that my family will like but I refuse to give up on the whole food option for myslef, no matter what. I have noticed that it isn't easy to find much variety locally, other than the expected fresh fruits and veggies.
* My weight was down to 175 last Saturday but TOM and IBS combined to bump the scale back up again and as of today I'm exactly the same as I was last week. 177.2
What I've learned from all this.
I HAVE to take control and stop allowing life to get in my way. I need to plan and carry out a true - set in stone - exercise plan. Now that my HM is behind me, I haven't really set a new plan into effect but if I want to change the way I look and feel, I need to be proactive! I also need to continue to look for whole food options and recipes and plan ahead for meals away from home. I don't want to come back here in two weeks and find I am still at square one. The changes start today!
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
After months of training, planning and prepping to meet 3 of my Sheriffs - Marilyn, April and Sarah - in Lake George, NY
for my second HM, let's just say it wasn't at all what I had been hoping for. Thankfully having the three of them there with me helped me get over the disappointment of a less than stellar race experience. We had a wonderful time together which eased the blow of my race experience.
We woke to fabulous race weather. Comfortable temps, sunshine and a light breeze. PERFECT! We all slept well and felt ready to tackle the hilly course.
I was off to a great start (according to Marilyn I was running a 9 minute mile to begin with) but by two miles out I was praying for a porti potti. Marilyn caught up with me just before the 3 mile mark when I was forced to walk til I finally found a porti potti just a bit further down the road. I thought I would be fine cuz usually once the runners trots have hit and been relieved, I'm good to go. I could still see Marilyn when I came out and kept her in view for the next 4 miles, when another wave hit me and I had to stop again. Apparently that's when Sarah passed me cuz when I was a 1/2 mile or so from the turn around, I met first Marilyn and then Sarah, headed back. I was confident I could catch up and finish with them but I was hit two more times, once so bad that I was forced to walk for 4 miles between porti pottis and I was just about to chance stepping off the road and hoping not to be noticed when I finally saw another one. By the time I was 2 miles out and had hit the last porti potti I was so disgusted with my run that I barely ran after that. I finished in 3:07, which was 10 minutes over my runkeeper time from last year. I was shooting for 2:45 and I think I could have done it if it hadn't been for my bowel issues. I was so discouraged!
This is my mile by mile time.
Mile 1 - 11:02
Mile 2 - 12:32
Mile 3 - 14:40 - first pp stop
Mile 4 - 13:15
Mile 5 - 12:57
Mile 6 - 13:00
Mile 7 - 13:57 struggled because I needed the pp
Mile 8 - 14:45 second pp stop
Mile 9 - 14:09 struggled because I needed the pp
Mile 10 - 15:33 forced to walk
Mile 11 - 15:58 forced to walk
Mile 12 - 16:41 forced to walk to final pp stop
Mile 13 - 15:18 At this point I figured I needed better than a 7 minute mile to break 3 hours and I knew that was impossible.
The majority of the second half of the race I fought with cramping and feeling like I was going to lose it. And as if that wasn't bad enough, somewhere around the 10 mile mark, I stepped wrong on the rough road surface and felt a pain shoot through my ankle. Thankfully I was able to walk it off and today it seems just fine. In fact the only real soreness I have is in that shin. At first I thought it might be from the hills but it's only one leg and same one that suffered the ankle issue, so I'm thinking rather than spraining my ankle, I may have just pulled something in that lower leg instead. Most likely because I have been working on strengthening my ankles throughout my training, so it held up and the weaker area took the brunt of the injury.
All was not lost however. I learned a few important lessons from all this, so although I'm still ticked with my run and my resulting time, I was able to take away a few positives from it.
First, I can run faster than I imagined I could and I'm anxious to see what I can do in my next 5K. Judging from my first three miles, it looks as if I could have pulled off a sub 30 5K, esp. without the porti potti stop! Something I NEVER imagined I was capable of, esp on such a hilly course.
Second, I think it's time to stop putting my head in the sand and talk to my doctor about the possibility that I may be suffering from IBS.
Third, I am very anxious to run another HM ASAP just to prove to myself that I can do it and be proud of the resulting time!
Fourth, I know that everyone has a tough run eventually and I guess I'm fortunate to get it out of the way early in my running career and to go forth from here knowing I can conquer even the worst variables.
So although it wasn't the HM I was hoping for as I trained over the past 4 months, I survived and I'm anxious to prove to myself that this was the freak, not the norm.
Friday, February 03, 2012
Sigh.... today has been a bittersweet day. I watched my oldest horse slowly leave our world. This is only the second horse I've ever lost and I lost them both to old age. They were the best of friends when they were together and if he had lived just 5 more days, he would have died on the anniversary of her death.
Now they are together again and I know they are very happy. Ironically they both lived nearly 30 years. I had both of them from the time they were youngsters. Bravado, the one I lost today, was only a year old when I got him and Katrina was 2 months when I got her.
Those of you who I have known a while may remember me talking about my old fella that loved the babies. Well this was him. He had my two weanlings in with him right up until he went down this morning. I had to move them to another paddock because they couldn't understand why he wouldn't get up. They kept nudging him and even grabbing his blanket with their teeth and pulling on it. Heartwrenching!
He will be dearly missed but I've suspected this was coming for a little over a week now so I was ready to say goodbye. He had so many wonderful quirks about him. If anyone forgot to latch the stall door, he would open it. He wouldn't come out but he preferred not to look through the bars. As I mentioned, he absolutely adored the babies! Whenever I weaned one, we would put it in with him to help ease the separation from their mama. He was so gentle but he also demanded respect. He was very good at patiently teaching them manners, while loving them. Very much like a loving grandfather.
He definitely had a soft spot for the girls on the farm. It was not at all unusual to come in the barn and find him in a box stall with 2 or three mares and maybe even a foal or two with him. He would not allow any of the geldings to enter the stall with him but the mares and the babies were always welcome.
Bubba also loved his people and if you asked him for a kiss, he would promptly reach his muzzle to your lips and allow you to give him one. He was more like an oversized dog than a 900 pound horse. On just about any summer day, people driving by would see our big grey lawn ornament. We allowed him to roam free when ever we were home and he would graze peacefully on the front lawn, walking up to say hello any time one of us walked by. When he missed his friends in the paddock, he would casually walk back to the barn, open the stall door and let himself back out to the pasture.
God makes a few horses who are wise beyond their years and Bubba was one of them. Wise and gentle and patient and affectionate and I could go on and on.....
Bubba at his best, babysitting a weanling.
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