Monday, August 20, 2012
Rocking it at the Daughtry concert from the second row, woo hoo.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Don't ask me what the heck made me think way back to my elementary school days, the safety patrols, remember them? Students patrolling the halls to make sure there was no running and helping kids get off the school bus. CONFESSION: We secretly called them safety nerds, lol.
I was never a safety nerd, but I secretly wanted to be. I'm starting the adult version of the safety patrols called the Post-it-Note Patrols. Yep, I'm a post-it nerd and I'm sure I'm not the only one out here in SPARK land that is a perpetual post-it note pasting poo-bah.
If you were to walk in my house and take a look around you would see that the "Post-It-Note Patrol" has been on duty. I've been a little lacking in motivation lately, I have been keeping with my routine, but found I am just lacking some old fashion GUSTO. I had to come up with something to get my rear in gear. Something to remind me to get up, keep moving forward and just plain ole get off my butt and DO IT !!!!!
The big ones in the middle are for my TV room and kitchen - to STOP mindless snacking after dinner. The rest are for daily motivation and are placed throughout my bedroom - nightstand, bathroom mirror, etc. A daily reminder of what I need to do.
I'd like to enlist your help, I'd like you to part of my post-it-patrol.... Send me a couple one-liners that I can write on a post-it note, I want to personalize then with your name on them, for example....
Skinnypowell1 says.... Give it Your Best.
You know I think about all of you often, daily even, so seeing your "name in lights" on a post-it is going to remind me that YOU want to help me succeed. So pen me a post-it. Thanks yall.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
A fisherman would say...A bad day fishing is better than a good day at the office.
From a runner's view it would be.....
The weather here has been horrible...rain, thunderstorms, high-heat, humidity, yuck - so I have been on a short hiatus from my running. 10 days of no running, OMGEEEE, that was the unthinkable. I don't think I could have made it another day without getting in some running. Weather is not an excuse. [I would gladly trade the heat for some cooler weather, no snow though]
I donned the running gear last night after work and hit the pavement. It was about 90 degrees, with 80% humidity, a real steam bath. Started out slow and decided I was just going to do whatever I could for an hour, mileage didn't matter, just getting out there to do it. About half way through my Garmin battery died (DUH Lisa, you're supposed to charge it) so I was mad that I couldn't track my run and my HRM wouldn't work either, dang it. (NOTE TO SELF: charge the darn thing beforehand). Whaa, whaa, whaa - my fanny pack kept getting twisted, the volume button on my iphone headphones is broke AGAIN, and I just couldn't really get comfortable and settle into my run, until about a 1/2 mile from home. I should have just kept going after that but I was just in one of those "moods". When I got home and tracked the run the old fashioned way (how barbaric) I ended up just shy of 4 miles and only about 40 minutes, how did I ever survive without my Garmin anyway?
During my run I thought about my good ole SP buddy BOILHAM (Vic) - he runs in the heat of Florida (not envious of that). We have a little inside-joke about running like a chick when it's hot outside (and in NO WAY is that meant to insult women, lol), While I was slogging along I thought "Gee I'm running like a Vic ChicK", hahahahaha. Hey Vic, we could patent that saying and come up with t-shirts and all sorts of merchandise, just include me as a partner in your new merchandising business. I can see it now...a sea of t-shirts at races and sports shops with the logo.....
I finished up my run, a little disappointed at the things that hadn't gone right, but I had done it, no excuses. I kept my pinky promise to SAMI199 and just got out there.
A bad run is better than NO run at all.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Quick blog just to let everyone know I'm still here and that I haven't quit Spark, etc. Life has been crazy busy, big family wedding with lots of relatives in town for the upcoming weekend and week. Hope everyone is well, I'll stop in when I can. My love to you all.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
"A journey of a 1,000 miles begins with a single step"
Lao-tzu, Chinese Philosopher
Celebrating 1,000 miles. Saturday I hit the milestone of running 1,000 miles. I can't remember when I officially started tracking mileage but I'm guessing it's been since Sept/Oct 2010. It's been a long road to rack up this many miles, but I am proud to say that I have accomplished it.
I was first introduced to the running community when I was a kid, probably about 8 or so. My dad was a runner and I went to all of his races as his cheerleader. He ran track in high school, then moved on to running with a local running group, then on to ultras, even 250-mile mountain races. I always wondered "why would anybody want to inflict that kind of torture?" He was always running, he even carried the torch for the Police Olympics back in the 80's. Dad was quite the runner back in the day.
He would sign me for to run the one-mile fun runs at all the races he ran, and I absolutely hated running, I mean HATED IT !!!!. I was never any good at it, but I did these one-mile runs to keep dad happy, but he never really knew how much I really HATED IT, lol. I grew clever as I approached the teen years, hmmmm, how could I get out of running these silly little one-mile fun runs? I volunteered. I would volunteer at all his races - from packet picket to water girl to clean up crew, I did it all and I didn't have to run, pretty smart eh?
Now fast forward 32 years....
At 246 pounds, dad suggested I start walking to get the weight off. So I walked, and walked, and walked. I would walk night after dinner and every day on my lunch hour, even walking and reading a book at the same time, just to keep the ole body in motion. Then dad mentioned the nasty word...... RUNNING. Are you kidding me, a fat lady running? So I decided to give it a whirl, just to see if by some chance I would like running now, I mean I hated it as a kid, but I took a stab at it.
I'd walk for 3 minutes, run for 30 seconds, dang...I wasn't getting anywhere doing that, or so I thought. But I kept at it until I could actually run for 30 seconds. OK, this is not too bad, I thought.
So now I'm up to attempting to run around the block - 1.5 miles around the block. Took a while to conquer this with the 3 minute walk, 30 second jog, oooh how I would be out of breath and my legs burned like someone had set them on fire, feeling the quad/hamstring burn, youch. WOW, this was really hard. Do I quit or keep at it?
After months around this same 1.5-block, I did it...I could actually jog the whole way without stopping, that was quite an accomplishment. I had made some serious progress for a 246-pounder.
I kept doing this same routine a couple times a week, worked out at the gym and dropped about 70 pounds. Dad then told me I should step up my running game, it was getting a little easier since I had lost the weight, so what the heck, I'll keep at it.
My first 5K was in Sept. 2010.... I can't believe I ran the whole thing, yeah. Now should I do another 5K to see if I can better my time? I guess, so I ran a couple of 5K and the time started getting better. Ohh, there's a cool 10K race for Halloween, you get to run in a Halloween costume, that sounded like fun, so Sis and I took the challenge. We did it - a whopping 6-miler, running the whole way without stopping, dang....WE ROCKED IT !!!
A Valentine's Day 14K, should I do that one? There are supposed to have hot firefighter dudes passing out flowers to the ladies at the finish line, hmmmm could be fun. So I trained and trained and trained. I had never run anymore than 6-miles during training and by the time I hit mile 7 I couldn't feel my legs anymore, but I kept going - I DID IT !!!!!!!!!! 9-miles and a cheesy carnation given to me by a "woman" firefighter, what the heck? where was the shirtless muscle man firefighter dude?
Kept up with my running after the big 9-miler for a while, but I was losing interest in running, it was starting to get hot outside and knew I didn't want to run in the heat, so kinda took it easy for a while. Ended up having foot surgery, so that forced me to take a break. I remember I couldn't wait to get the clearance from the doctor to run again. Then another setback - gall bladder surgery, uggh. But I kept getting back out there, I had missed running. [Did I really just say that?]
I set my sights on my first half-marathon in Nov. 2011. Sis and I made a pact that we would do this together. About 4 weeks into our 12 week training, she injured her back, so no running for her. So I kept on training alone, boy was that lonely. Should I forget about it or keep going, could I do it without her? All kinds of doubts starting filling my head....13.1 miles is way too far for me and I just don't think I can do it. The more I doubted the more resolute I became, I kept at it. I'm gonna do this. Then about 2 weeks before race day, my knee started collapsing on me, what the heck was happening. I tried to run the training plan best I could but still was having pains. Race day came and I ran the first 10 miles ok then the pain hit, I dragged myself the last 3 miles in tears, why???? Because I want to be a runner and I wouldn't give up. Finished the race, and I thought I was finished with running, 13.1 is far enough.
The injury sidelined me for about 3 months, but back at it again, and have been since January of this year. I've got a full race schedule for the next few months and a repeat of my first half-marathon again this November, looking forward to a RE-DO. After that it's on to training for a my first full marathon in March 2013, have I totally lost my mind? My answer to this question follows:
Running keeps me always challenging myself and keeps me believing that I CAN go further and faster (not as fast as I would like). I push myself beyond where I thought I could go, it helps me see and know what I made of. A feeling of accomplishment. I look at people around me and I see some who have started running and then quit, some that used to race that aren't racing now...but I'M STILL HERE, taking pride in what I do, one run at a time. 1,000 miles behind me, always looking forward to the runs ahead of me.
Never judge a person til you've run a 1,000 miles in their shoes and remember they have started their journey with...one step at a time.
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