Blog Shmog...with no name.
Monday, August 22, 2011
SO...I bought another IPOD. One that will be specifically for working out so I can put it on random and whatever comes up will be something I won't feel the need to skip. Ya know, good hardcore, motivational music. Any suggestions?
Now for other news...
I am all over the place doing all kinds of things. I feel spastic. I am doing Zumba, Yoga, Running, Biking, Hiking, Walking, even Boxing...anything I can to get me moving. It's random and unscheduled but I am at least doing something even if it is inconsistent right now.
This weekend I went hiking with the hubz and decided I wanted a bike to ride osome of the trails. And now I am picking up my new bike on friday and plan to ride as soon as I get it home. Not only that but he wants one too, YAY!! I am stoked.
For my 50 state. 50 races. I am doing NC Sept 3rd (8k), then I am doing TN the weekend after thanksgiving (5k) and Florida I am planning. I got to get in touch with Wendy about that Disney one we talked about in NYC. MUST DO THIS SOON!
That will put me at doing 5 states this year. Right on target considering. Next year I will hit more but not too shabby for my first year of ones that will count.
I did calculate today that in total at the end of the year I will have officially ran in 10 races. I am doing multiple ones where I live to support good causes and to keep me training. There is one in October I talked my mom into doing...which is huge given her current health standings. It's a 1 mile run with a pet and its Paws for a Cause. Money goes to cures for cancer which she had. So we are excited about that and literally just cant wait to get out there with her. I'm sure I will cry...
Speaking of that...Since starting my 50 races. 50 states. mission...I have cried in every one of the races that I did going towards this. When I run alone and I hear my feet hitting the pavement and realize I am doing this...it hits me. It's not a lot and I am usually smiling. But at least 1 tear falls and I embrace it as growing back into the athlete I once was. Becoming a little more like I was before when I rarely even noticed what size clothes I wore, or how my body looked. I just knew how it looked because I was healthy and taking care of myself. I want that again so bad that when it hits me I am working towards it, I get emo.
I can't wait to see what the rest of this year brings. I have extremely high hopes that it is going to bring lots of lessons in self motivation, strength, and power. I mean after all, I am on the right track at least.