Sunday, March 09, 2008
Today, I finished my third 8k. Unfortunately, my performance was a crushing disappointment.
I was not able to beat my previous time. In fact, I was a whopping 40 seconds per mile slower. When I figured out my pace time, the news devastated me. I feel like I've made no progress at ALL when it comes to running.
I kept looking at my watch each time I passed a mile marker, and I was pretty fast at miles one and two. By mile four, the running was over; and I was so sapped I wasn't even walking as fast as I normally walk the dog. To make matters worse, the frigid air was wreaking havok on my lungs (not only does it exacerbate my exercise induced asthma, but I think I've caught my husband's cold). It seems that, averaging out over distance, my running speed is pretty much the same as my walking speed, the main difference is my stride and the amount of pain afterwards. If I can walk 16 minutes miles with NO exhaustion and NO pain, why am I killing myself, running AND walking, to get 14 or 15 minute miles? I start out faster, but can't sustain it, and slow WAY down. On top of that, my retarded gait leaves me sore for a day after.
So, I'm thinking the 8k will no longer be an event for me. My new tactic will be to increase my DISTANCE when walking (10ks, half marathons and marathons), and focus on speed only at very short distances (5k or less). Maybe this will help me find my pace, find my stride, and heal my ego.
Friday, March 07, 2008
I am sore. I am sore everywhere.
Okay, not my legs really, but everywhere else.
What did I do today?
It isn't listed as cardio. The closest things as far as motions would be shoveling or raking, and I chose raking, due to no throwing motion.
I came to work and unloaded a shipment of Camillias. An 18 wheeler full of them was sitting in the middle of the field when I arrived at work, and I jumped right in. We unloaded hundreds of Camillias.
After that, my duties were active but random for about an hour. Then, I picked up a broom and started sweeping of the patio.
The patio is MASSIVE. It's kind of like a parking lot: a big asphalt blacktop.
I swept at a fast and furious pace for HOURS ON END. People commented, and accused me of "working out". I was asked if I might be on speed. So, when I say I was working at a fast and furious pace, I mean I was a high speed sweeping machine. I kept the pace up for 5 hrs.
And I also counted about an hour of "heavy cleaning" this morning, before I went to work, because I flooded the basement and cleaning up a flooded basement is "heavy housework".
And my abs are still sore from my Roanoke trip.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
I just got back from Roanoke, Virginia's "No Tree Left Behind" arboriculture symposium.
I had a great time, and as usual, I thoroughly enjoyed all the lectures and speakers. Trade show and convention lunches, however, leave a lot to be desired. Not only is the food weird, but lunch is very lonely. I really look forward to getting to know more people in my industry, so I'll have someone to sit next to, and talk to, in the future.
The highlight was (once again) Dr. Ed Gilman of University of Florida. The lecture wasn't as in-depth this time as it was back in January (MAHSC symposium), but as always, I found his research inspiring. I was able to buy his book, and had him sign it. Briefly spoke with him and Dr. Bruce Fraedrich. Tried not to behave like a star-struck tree geek.
I also enjoyed the field demonstration with Jeff Kirwan, about how to measure large trees. I volunteered to carry the data collecting devices for his demonstration, which led to some lively exchanges between us (trust me when I say Jeff will probably remember me).
All in all, an enjoyable and educational day.
Even the extra hard bed in my hotel room wasn't a total wash- it was great for doing abdominal crunches (I did say it was extra hard, right?). I did so many exercises, comfortably, that I made myself sore. And sore abs are a GREAT reminder of progress.
Maybe it is my recent weight gain (you heard me), maybe it was boredom and insomnia, maybe the time is just right, but my attitude over the past two days has taken a dramatic turn in a positive direction. I'm feeling energized, inspired, and motivated. I feel as if I'm BACK. I've got the "eye of the tiger" again.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
I passed. I passed the big scary exam to become an ISA Certified Arborist. Done.
It feels great to follow through on a New Years resolution. Especially because I reached my biggest goal in February.
I finally went to an orthopedist concerning my ankle injury from back in December. It did not go well. Frankly, I think it was a waste of time and gasoline.
After filling out a ream of paperwork and explaining how to spell my name, I was called in (not by my correct name, so much for all my explanations), sat down on a chair, and x-rayed.
Then, ushered into a small room to wait again.
The doctor was a brusque man with a thick tuft of graying hair and ruddy round cheeks. He took one look at me, made a catalog of assumptions about my health habits and lifestyle based on what he saw, and his years of experience (i.e.: preconceived notions), and approached our dialogue from that vantage point.
Okay, I'm fat. He saw. The cat's out of the bag.
What he did not see was the TREND. He ASSUMED it.
He obviously pegged me for a middle aged housewife who spends most of my time in a chair, eating, and gaining weight; and that my exercise is limited to mall and boutique strolls.
Carefully speaking in third person, he emphasized the importance of 'people' exercising, and 'us all' losing weight.
I cleared my throat.
"Well, last year I lost over a hundred pounds..." He interrupted me. "So, you had the bypass?"
He, puzzled: "So, what did you do?"
Now, THAT question is ridiculous. I said it wasn't surgery. You're a freakin' DOCTOR. You tell ME how I did it! (Dumbass!)
In my most deliberate and deadpan tone, I replied, "the other way."
I fully did NOT expect this from an MD, but there it was, that glazed over look that people get when the diet and exercise concept smacks them in the face. Or, maybe it was that look of realizing what an asinine question he'd just asked me.
I continued: "so I lost over a hundred pounds, and I typically walk ninety to one hundred twenty minutes every morning."
He immediately changed the subject back to my ankle injury.
Soft tissue injury doesn't show up on x-rays. The bone doesn't look fractured, and after our little "lifestyle" exchange, he didn't spend much time with me. I have severe pain, but not constantly, so no prescriptions.
He told me to buy some arch supports.
Like I told ya, waste of time.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I thought, because there were no conferences for these two weeks, that I'd be able to jump down to Florida and visit my brother for a few days (and do the 10k in my hometown).
I have been trying to use the slow season to my best advantage: education, business stuff, taxes, and housework. Well, it just goes to show you what FOCUS and GOAL SETTING can do. I have created a ton of work where there was none! Now I'm trying to not be stressed out over it, breathe deeply, and persue the opportunities.
It's looking like FULL STEAM AHEAD in all areas.
I have my first two clients of the new year, and several promising prospects to expand my business this year.
I am quickly becomeing buried in a sea of paperwork.
We had another construction contractor come over this week to look at our poor house. He just dropped off his proposal.
My husband guessed that it would be in the $8000-10000 range... I almost dropped my coffee and said I bet it would be 20-25.
I hope HE wins the bet.
Holy crap, I hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew.
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