“I have been through some really terrible things in my life…..a few of which actually happened.” - Mark Twain
While I've been having some wonderful training runs even as cold as it is outside right now, I find myself coming to the same line of thought... What do you do if someone you love seems to live in a fantasy world? Not the dreamy type of fantasy either. But a world where any and every one is out to get you at any given moment. Where everything that has ever happened in that person's life had happened to them - s/he has always been a victim. Where they are only able see the bad things - almost as no good exists.
Even in light of this world - s/he claims to be jubilant at the strides made. Which would be more convincing coming from someone without tears streaming down his/her face.
What if other people in this person's life see there is a problem, but feel helpless to stop it? Do you follow in their steps, or do you keep with it even though your emotional well-being is at stake as you will become the latest perpetrator of the day, week, etc.
What do you do?
What do I do?
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Am I a 10 yet?
So, my chief objective for this year was to "Be a 10 in 2010". Weight loss wise I feel I've done a fine job. Yes, I have about 10 more pounds to go till I make it to my perhaps idealized 145, but 60 pounds down isn't something at which you should scoff. I'm proud of that much. I'm proud that I've been able to exercise consistently for, oh, about 8 months. That I've taken control of my eating - instead of letting it control me (even though it IS getting really hard to stick to my calorie budget when there are SOOOO many sweets about).
What I am disappointed in though.... is the fact that I am severely lacking in self-confidence. I've never been so insecure. Even though I know I'm not as big as I once was, I can't convince myself that I actually look thin. I've always been this curvy girl.... and now the curves just don't seem dynamic enough or something. I mean my waist never seems small enough even though my stomach is flat. There are times when my "saddlebags" are extremely noticeable. My body fat percentage is ONLY in the fitness range. My BMI is ONLY 22.9... When will it feel like enough? When will I be good enough for myself?
Self-confidence comes from within. My lack of self-confidence is my own fault, but I have to say that it certainly doesn't help when I see all these magazines and Victoria's Secret catalogs with models SO thin. I mean THEY look thin. I just feel like I still look so big by comparison. I mean in my mind the fact that I'm a 6 going on a 4... just isn't good enough. That's sick.
My main goal for 2011 is to work on my self-image. This has prompted me to start looking for articles and the like to get me in this positive frame of mind... to accept my body as the unique thing of beauty that it is. One of the articles I've come upon is from Glamour of all places: "These Bodies are Beautiful at Every Size"
Sure, I can see where it's more aesthetically pleasing to look at thinner people... it seems like an insane industry where I would be bordering on being "plus-sized". I always thought it was stupid that being a 12 made you plus sized when I was a 12 and I still think so. It's good to promote a healthy lifestyle for men and women, but if the bar is set so unrealistically high so that you must be SUPER thin to be recognized for being fit, doesn't it seem to logically follow that people just give up? I mean we have more overweight and obese people in this country than ever before. Yes, I know I personally overindulged in food, so that even when I exercised, I was still getting too many calories, and I don't doubt that people need to learn a bit more self-control.... but I must admit that it's reassuring when people realize that we need to re-examine how we as a society define beauty.
What I am disappointed in though.... is the fact that I am severely lacking in self-confidence. I've never been so insecure. Even though I know I'm not as big as I once was, I can't convince myself that I actually look thin. I've always been this curvy girl.... and now the curves just don't seem dynamic enough or something. I mean my waist never seems small enough even though my stomach is flat. There are times when my "saddlebags" are extremely noticeable. My body fat percentage is ONLY in the fitness range. My BMI is ONLY 22.9... When will it feel like enough? When will I be good enough for myself?
Self-confidence comes from within. My lack of self-confidence is my own fault, but I have to say that it certainly doesn't help when I see all these magazines and Victoria's Secret catalogs with models SO thin. I mean THEY look thin. I just feel like I still look so big by comparison. I mean in my mind the fact that I'm a 6 going on a 4... just isn't good enough. That's sick.
My main goal for 2011 is to work on my self-image. This has prompted me to start looking for articles and the like to get me in this positive frame of mind... to accept my body as the unique thing of beauty that it is. One of the articles I've come upon is from Glamour of all places: "These Bodies are Beautiful at Every Size"
Sure, I can see where it's more aesthetically pleasing to look at thinner people... it seems like an insane industry where I would be bordering on being "plus-sized". I always thought it was stupid that being a 12 made you plus sized when I was a 12 and I still think so. It's good to promote a healthy lifestyle for men and women, but if the bar is set so unrealistically high so that you must be SUPER thin to be recognized for being fit, doesn't it seem to logically follow that people just give up? I mean we have more overweight and obese people in this country than ever before. Yes, I know I personally overindulged in food, so that even when I exercised, I was still getting too many calories, and I don't doubt that people need to learn a bit more self-control.... but I must admit that it's reassuring when people realize that we need to re-examine how we as a society define beauty.
Bouncy bouncy...
I am chilled to the bone. Two times in a row I've gone out running when the temps were below 30. The wind has been unforgiving, and particularly aggravated by the experience have been my hands. I tried wearing my super nice North Face Denali gloves, but.... I've determined that they can only do so much to keep my hands warm when they get soaked with sweat. Of course, now that I've decided against running that half in February, my typical runs are only about 20 minutes right now, so if I could actually FIND them, those gloves might work just fine for now. Oh well, I'm just hoping for a nice pair of running gloves come Christmas....
So why did I decide against the half? I mean I really would LOOOOVE to run a half-marathon, but after that short bout with Achilles tendinitis (it lasted only about a week or so after I cut back on my training a bit), I began to question whether it was too much too soon. However, I guess it really just comes down to the fact that I wasn't really feeling it. For now, my next event will probably be the GumTree 10K, which will be the first Saturday in May. Having said that, if I can find an event before then... so much the better I think. Guess I need to keep my eyes open.
As I've been out running these last couple weeks - when I haven't been trying to convince myself that I still have feeling in my extremities, my mind has been going wild with all kinds of thoughts. Just rehashing all too familiar themes.... "Blood ties don't make us family", "How will I possibly deal with the onslaught of delicious sweet treats this holiday season?", "What makes some people so mean?", "Why do I feel so doggone bad about myself?"....
The topic that has come up most here recently relates to relations. For, oh, about 10 years, I had not seen or had anything much do with pretty much everyone on my momma's side of the family. I'd spent most of my vacations when I was younger down at my grandparents'. I loved them. I loved when I got to spend a little time with my cousins while I was down there, as they never ventured into our part of the state. When it was one-on-one, or thereabouts, it was wonderful, but when the "family" got together... My dad and I would essentially be pushed out of the way as if we were some sort of outsiders. In spite of this, I enjoyed getting to come down if for nothing else but to wrap my arm around my grandmother's shoulders and have her wrap her arm around my waist as we'd take whatever goodies Momma had brought for her over to their trailer. It was such a simple thing, but as I said, it just made the trip worthwhile as far as I was concerned. Probably about my junior year of high school, we stopped going down there quite as much - or at the very least, I didn't go down there for every major holiday. Once I got to college, I'm not sure I even went down there for Christmas. Then just before I got married, my grandmother died. Once she died, my desire to have anything do with most all those other people was gone.
That sounds harsh, but by and large, we just didn't have much in common. Almost all of them live within say 30 minutes of each other, so they are geographically closer and they seem to wander in the same social "circles". Education wasn't necessarily a priority, but God knows, hunting sure is. In fact, I don't think there is a male on that side of the family who doesn't live to hunt. The womenfolk are either wonderful cooks or skilled "traffic" directors. As much as I appreciate good Southern cooking, I loathe being herded. I also do not like the way women are essentially treated as subservient to men at such events. I am a traditional sort of girl and I have my own views, which can be a bit misogynistic to be quite honest, but I do not care for people who would force their ideas and beliefs on me, and there seem to be quite a few at such gatherings. Last Sunday was no exception. I was relieved that my baby was so restless, which allowed me to play outside with him during most of the party as I don't think I would care to be trapped in a small room with that lot even though some people in the crowd were among those dearest to my heart.
I'm not antisocial, but I prefer my social encounters to be meaningful. Being in a mass of people under this guise of family togetherness is counterproductive. If I'm not particularly wanted or needed in a particular situation, I'd do just as well to avoid it all together, and that's precisely what I intend to do for the remainder of my days when it comes to such gatherings.
I feel I've spent my life looking for a family to call my own. One where I really felt like I could be comfortable in my own skin. Where I was good enough just as I was. I've been blessed to know so many kind-hearted people in my life, and it's not unusual for me to adopt people into my family even if we don't stay in the closest contact - I mean that's nothing out of the ordinary for me, but still.... It's just a weird experience....
So why did I decide against the half? I mean I really would LOOOOVE to run a half-marathon, but after that short bout with Achilles tendinitis (it lasted only about a week or so after I cut back on my training a bit), I began to question whether it was too much too soon. However, I guess it really just comes down to the fact that I wasn't really feeling it. For now, my next event will probably be the GumTree 10K, which will be the first Saturday in May. Having said that, if I can find an event before then... so much the better I think. Guess I need to keep my eyes open.
As I've been out running these last couple weeks - when I haven't been trying to convince myself that I still have feeling in my extremities, my mind has been going wild with all kinds of thoughts. Just rehashing all too familiar themes.... "Blood ties don't make us family", "How will I possibly deal with the onslaught of delicious sweet treats this holiday season?", "What makes some people so mean?", "Why do I feel so doggone bad about myself?"....
The topic that has come up most here recently relates to relations. For, oh, about 10 years, I had not seen or had anything much do with pretty much everyone on my momma's side of the family. I'd spent most of my vacations when I was younger down at my grandparents'. I loved them. I loved when I got to spend a little time with my cousins while I was down there, as they never ventured into our part of the state. When it was one-on-one, or thereabouts, it was wonderful, but when the "family" got together... My dad and I would essentially be pushed out of the way as if we were some sort of outsiders. In spite of this, I enjoyed getting to come down if for nothing else but to wrap my arm around my grandmother's shoulders and have her wrap her arm around my waist as we'd take whatever goodies Momma had brought for her over to their trailer. It was such a simple thing, but as I said, it just made the trip worthwhile as far as I was concerned. Probably about my junior year of high school, we stopped going down there quite as much - or at the very least, I didn't go down there for every major holiday. Once I got to college, I'm not sure I even went down there for Christmas. Then just before I got married, my grandmother died. Once she died, my desire to have anything do with most all those other people was gone.
That sounds harsh, but by and large, we just didn't have much in common. Almost all of them live within say 30 minutes of each other, so they are geographically closer and they seem to wander in the same social "circles". Education wasn't necessarily a priority, but God knows, hunting sure is. In fact, I don't think there is a male on that side of the family who doesn't live to hunt. The womenfolk are either wonderful cooks or skilled "traffic" directors. As much as I appreciate good Southern cooking, I loathe being herded. I also do not like the way women are essentially treated as subservient to men at such events. I am a traditional sort of girl and I have my own views, which can be a bit misogynistic to be quite honest, but I do not care for people who would force their ideas and beliefs on me, and there seem to be quite a few at such gatherings. Last Sunday was no exception. I was relieved that my baby was so restless, which allowed me to play outside with him during most of the party as I don't think I would care to be trapped in a small room with that lot even though some people in the crowd were among those dearest to my heart.
I'm not antisocial, but I prefer my social encounters to be meaningful. Being in a mass of people under this guise of family togetherness is counterproductive. If I'm not particularly wanted or needed in a particular situation, I'd do just as well to avoid it all together, and that's precisely what I intend to do for the remainder of my days when it comes to such gatherings.
I feel I've spent my life looking for a family to call my own. One where I really felt like I could be comfortable in my own skin. Where I was good enough just as I was. I've been blessed to know so many kind-hearted people in my life, and it's not unusual for me to adopt people into my family even if we don't stay in the closest contact - I mean that's nothing out of the ordinary for me, but still.... It's just a weird experience....
Monday, November 22, 2010
Down... But NOT out!
Okay, so another lesson has been learned... Walking extra miles on top of any increase in mileage running can be problematic. Brad had been quick to acknowledge that his hip flexor was out of sorts at the beginning of last week, so he took the week off from running to prevent further injury. I, on the other hand, had started feeling some tension in what I suppose is my Achilles tendon perhaps on Monday, but as it got better after I got moving or even when I massaged it a bit after the fact, I shrugged it off as a "no-pain, no-gain" situation. So, I continued with my running normal schedule - well besides the fact that I had to run on the treadmill on Monday and Tuesday due to inclement weather. After my normal rest days on Thursday and Friday, I embarked on my longest run alone Saturday, as I've already mentioned that my husband has far more sense than I. I pushed myself and managed to get a little over 8 miles in the allotted 1 hour 20 minute time frame. However, any bliss I might have felt over this feat was rather short-lived.... mainly because a knot arose just an inch or so above my left heel and walking felt even more painful than it had before.
I was devastated at the mere suggestion my husband made that I must abandon running until my tendon is all healed up as it could take anywhere from a couple weeks to a couple of months, and I'm terrified that I might use this as an excuse to gain weight again (especially as this is an eater's "best" time of year IMO). After some more research, it looks like as long as I cut back on my mileage and my speed, I should be okay. I'll be trying to be a bit more diligent about my post-run stretches, although apparently I have to be mindful not to stretch TOO much or else I'll cause myself more problems. So... that's pretty well it.
As an aside note, I can only wonder if you were as unsurprised as I was by the Surprising Ways You're Gaining Weight? I mean, as far as I can tell, there's very little in the way of new information when it comes to nutrition and what not.... but... seriously? Ugh. For the record, no one will guilt me into eating this Thanksgiving or Christmas.... when I splurge, it's because I want to. If I EVER bring my own entree to a dinner party, you will know I'm insane and should be committed. That's part of the holidays. Yes, there are things you shouldn't eat, BUT if you FREAK OUT about every little thing that goes in your mouth every single day.... it is my firm belief that you have lost your mind (unless of course there's like a medical reason to be so obsessive). These Eat-Clean tips for November 2010 are a bit better, but again, #2 strikes me as a bit psychotic if you bring your own food for your own consumption.
I was devastated at the mere suggestion my husband made that I must abandon running until my tendon is all healed up as it could take anywhere from a couple weeks to a couple of months, and I'm terrified that I might use this as an excuse to gain weight again (especially as this is an eater's "best" time of year IMO). After some more research, it looks like as long as I cut back on my mileage and my speed, I should be okay. I'll be trying to be a bit more diligent about my post-run stretches, although apparently I have to be mindful not to stretch TOO much or else I'll cause myself more problems. So... that's pretty well it.
As an aside note, I can only wonder if you were as unsurprised as I was by the Surprising Ways You're Gaining Weight? I mean, as far as I can tell, there's very little in the way of new information when it comes to nutrition and what not.... but... seriously? Ugh. For the record, no one will guilt me into eating this Thanksgiving or Christmas.... when I splurge, it's because I want to. If I EVER bring my own entree to a dinner party, you will know I'm insane and should be committed. That's part of the holidays. Yes, there are things you shouldn't eat, BUT if you FREAK OUT about every little thing that goes in your mouth every single day.... it is my firm belief that you have lost your mind (unless of course there's like a medical reason to be so obsessive). These Eat-Clean tips for November 2010 are a bit better, but again, #2 strikes me as a bit psychotic if you bring your own food for your own consumption.
Monday, November 15, 2010
6 for 6
When my hubby and I woke up on Saturday morning in our hotel room, we were certainly in for a big day. In honor of our sixth wedding anniversary, we decided to go up to Nashville to watch a Predators game, but as luck would have it before the puck dropped, we had our longest run yet ahead of us - an hour and 10 minutes. Around here, we are something of an oddity when we run, but in Music City - just off the campus of Vanderbilt University, we were in good company. Regardless of the time of day, there was someone out running, which was just amusing to me. While many of these runners ran along the side of the road, we opted to run in Centennial Park, which happened to be right across the road from our hotel. It definitely provided us with a change in scenery, even if we had to run about 6 1/2 laps to fill up our goal time but it was definitely beautiful. The one mile loop was the track of choice for quite a few runners and walkers of all skill levels on Saturday morning, and even some sort of instructor led training toward the end of a run.
Once we clocked our time, we stopped by the McDonald's between us and our hotel for one of the biggest breakfasts I've had in some time - two breakfast burritos, a hash brown patty, a medium orange juice, and a yogurt & fruit parfait. It amazes me that I would have downed such a breakfast without a second thought not so long ago, but at least this time I'd "earned" the calories - the rest of the facts don't impress but what the heck... Travel usually brings out the big eater in me anyway. Sort of figured it'd take the place of breakfast and lunch anyway. For whatever reason, Brad decided he'd try a McGriddle, even though he's never expressed anything but disgust at the idea of it since the time of its release. His bad opinion was confirmed after the "taste test", but apparently, the feeling was mutual, as his stomach was a bit ornery for a couple hours later - needless to say, not what you want especially on vacation.
After we got cleaned up and relaxed for a bit, we went shopping at a pretty nice mall which was about 10 minutes away from the hotel. I must admit that I was rather hopeful that we'd have a fair amount of shopping success, as I enjoy shopping with my hubby.... but... despite the fact that this mall had some good stores, I found nothing that I liked, even though I was able to confirm some suspicions about the sizing of some Lucky Brand jeans I bought on eBay - namely that they were smaller than normal, as I was able to put on some size 4's. Despite that fact, as I was walking around the mall, I saw all these other people and just marveled at how small they were; all the while, I was thinking about how big I was - even though we were probably the same size if I wasn't just taller. I found myself wondering if they saw me and pitied the "big girl". I know getting past the "fat girl thinking" is a long process, but at moments like that - I just feel like it's pretty hopeless because if I don't feel small now - I mean when exactly will I?, but I guess you just gotta keep going - been loving reading some of the blog entries on the Phit-N-Phat website, which have dealt with the struggles other women are having with the same sort of thing. Anyway, I'm at least happy to report that we did find my hubby some jeans as he's been having quite a bit of trouble keeping his britches up. ;)
After just an hour or so, we headed back to the hotel with the intention of grabbing a light bite to eat at one of the restaurants nearby before heading over the Predators Pro Shop. Somehow that morphed into getting a bite to eat after we went to the Pro Shop as we wanted to make sure we made it over in plenty of time before it closed prior to the game, so we walked the 2.1 miles from the hotel to Bridgestone Arena. Of course, about the time we made it there, Brad mentioned that we could just hang around downtown until the game. Would have been a great idea EXCEPT our tickets were still at the hotel. HA! We found a couple of shirts and hats so no one would be able to doubt our "fanhood", and then headed back to the hotel in search of a restaurant where we could grab our "lunner". As we both enjoy a good beer from time to time, we found ourselves in luck because there was a restaurant where they also brewed beer along the way - we'd managed to work up quite an appetite by this point, and our selections didn't disappoint - for me, Shepard's Pie with a German-style pale; for Brad, a half-rack of ribs and a stout English porter.
With our bellies happy once more, we continued the return trip - only to be greeted by about 20-30 Blackhawks fans standing outside the inn, apparently waiting for a shuttle. We donned our Predators gear and tried to give our legs a little rest before we left once more. We managed to hang around for 30 minutes after we got gussied up til about 5 before the excitement of our first real live Preds game got the best of us, even though we knew that it would only take us about 30 minutes to walk over there and the gates weren't supposed to open until 6. While the downtown area was pretty lively on our first pass, it was definitely a bit more so as the residents of Smashville (and their guests from Chicago) filled the streets outside the arena. It seemed as though the gates to our cold new home opened almost as soon as we arrived on the premises, and we did not tarry.
We were both in awe as we passed through the doors and our eyes absorbed the sights and sounds that had only been available to us before on TV. We saw Gnash and could only wonder what the wee man would think of him. We saw stands for the various culinary delights offered there - don't laugh, chocolate caramel apples are awesome! I was a little nervous as I noticed the sheer number of 'Hawk fans in the stands, but the Preds definitely showed up. We sat in the upper lower bowl on the "attack twice" side of center ice. The view was awesome! Brad kept telling me how much more fun it was to see a hockey game in-person than on TV, but I had clung to my doubts... Completely dispelled now. I don't recall a single dull moment. Top it all off with the fact that one of my FAVORITE players, Ryan Suter, was back from injury!
On TV, it just looks like a bunch of guys hitting a puck around the ice.... but just being able to see the precise movements involved in each action, to watch a guy pluck a puck from the air, or knock it down with his stick... it's nothing short of amazing. A thing of beauty even in the midst of the general brutality of the game. In addition to the action on the ice, we acquainted ourselves with the various cheers & chants of our Preds - much to my dismay, the word "sucks" was used quite a bit, but I simply opted to refrain from using the word as it does seem a bit vulgar to chant publicly. Plenty of music and videos on the jumbo-tron topped it all off for quite a lively experience.
Even though I generally get riled up when the "enemy" is close at hand, I found myself pretty upbeat and oblivious to their presence for the most part.... Although I did hear a female 'hawk make a snide remark about what a shame it was that they took away a Predators' goal after review because the puck had been knocked in by a skate as we'd already celebrated - I couldn't help but roll my eyes, and then a male who was with her later tried to hone in on a simple "Let's Go Predators!" cheer by subbing in a "Blackhawks"... That prompted me to be just a bit louder as I turned my head to the side and repeated my chant, but really quite a mild reaction on my part even if I do say so myself.
On the other hand, the children in the row ahead of us (the oldest was maybe 13) were mirror images of what I must have been like at their age when I went to State football and basketball games. They were loud and obnoxious. They made rather ugly, ridiculous statements as they had no doubt convinced themselves that they "hated" the Blackhawks and the 'Hawk fans seated next to them. That was the only part of the whole experience that I really wished I could change. It made me feel ashamed that I'd ever been that way, and sad that they were behaving that way - even if it was only a phase. I hope we can set better examples for Coop so he will always be a good sport and focus more on the game than indulge in the false yet perceived expectations of a "real" fan.
The game was pretty much a down and dirty brawl, with quite a few scuffles breaking out - how I did love to see little Steve Sullivan (my size) put the beat down on a bigger guy. Sullivan took a man down to the ice and even after they pulled him off, you could tell he was telling the guy to stay down. He continued to jaw at the guy from the penalty box. Of course, Shea did not disappoint either. He definitely put some hits on some 'hawks - he had a couple of penalties that he seemed to serve almost consecutively, but the Preds were able to keep the 'hawks in check. Tied at 3 at the end of regulation - we went to overtime and then a shootout, but happily, we were able to come away with the win. Yee haw! It was quite an action packed experience for our first NHL game.
After the game, we made the final 2.1 mile trek back to our room in the drizzling rain. Once we made it to our room, we pretty well collapsed and tried to take in a little ESPN before finally going to sleep. It was definitely an anniversary to remember and last night, when we managed to get back home, we made plans to attend another game next month.
Just so blessed that we were able celebrate this milestone together in style. Happy 6th anniversary, Colonel!
Once we clocked our time, we stopped by the McDonald's between us and our hotel for one of the biggest breakfasts I've had in some time - two breakfast burritos, a hash brown patty, a medium orange juice, and a yogurt & fruit parfait. It amazes me that I would have downed such a breakfast without a second thought not so long ago, but at least this time I'd "earned" the calories - the rest of the facts don't impress but what the heck... Travel usually brings out the big eater in me anyway. Sort of figured it'd take the place of breakfast and lunch anyway. For whatever reason, Brad decided he'd try a McGriddle, even though he's never expressed anything but disgust at the idea of it since the time of its release. His bad opinion was confirmed after the "taste test", but apparently, the feeling was mutual, as his stomach was a bit ornery for a couple hours later - needless to say, not what you want especially on vacation.
After we got cleaned up and relaxed for a bit, we went shopping at a pretty nice mall which was about 10 minutes away from the hotel. I must admit that I was rather hopeful that we'd have a fair amount of shopping success, as I enjoy shopping with my hubby.... but... despite the fact that this mall had some good stores, I found nothing that I liked, even though I was able to confirm some suspicions about the sizing of some Lucky Brand jeans I bought on eBay - namely that they were smaller than normal, as I was able to put on some size 4's. Despite that fact, as I was walking around the mall, I saw all these other people and just marveled at how small they were; all the while, I was thinking about how big I was - even though we were probably the same size if I wasn't just taller. I found myself wondering if they saw me and pitied the "big girl". I know getting past the "fat girl thinking" is a long process, but at moments like that - I just feel like it's pretty hopeless because if I don't feel small now - I mean when exactly will I?, but I guess you just gotta keep going - been loving reading some of the blog entries on the Phit-N-Phat website, which have dealt with the struggles other women are having with the same sort of thing. Anyway, I'm at least happy to report that we did find my hubby some jeans as he's been having quite a bit of trouble keeping his britches up. ;)
After just an hour or so, we headed back to the hotel with the intention of grabbing a light bite to eat at one of the restaurants nearby before heading over the Predators Pro Shop. Somehow that morphed into getting a bite to eat after we went to the Pro Shop as we wanted to make sure we made it over in plenty of time before it closed prior to the game, so we walked the 2.1 miles from the hotel to Bridgestone Arena. Of course, about the time we made it there, Brad mentioned that we could just hang around downtown until the game. Would have been a great idea EXCEPT our tickets were still at the hotel. HA! We found a couple of shirts and hats so no one would be able to doubt our "fanhood", and then headed back to the hotel in search of a restaurant where we could grab our "lunner". As we both enjoy a good beer from time to time, we found ourselves in luck because there was a restaurant where they also brewed beer along the way - we'd managed to work up quite an appetite by this point, and our selections didn't disappoint - for me, Shepard's Pie with a German-style pale; for Brad, a half-rack of ribs and a stout English porter.
Cheesing for the camera in our new duds in the room...
A rare full-body shot....
With our bellies happy once more, we continued the return trip - only to be greeted by about 20-30 Blackhawks fans standing outside the inn, apparently waiting for a shuttle. We donned our Predators gear and tried to give our legs a little rest before we left once more. We managed to hang around for 30 minutes after we got gussied up til about 5 before the excitement of our first real live Preds game got the best of us, even though we knew that it would only take us about 30 minutes to walk over there and the gates weren't supposed to open until 6. While the downtown area was pretty lively on our first pass, it was definitely a bit more so as the residents of Smashville (and their guests from Chicago) filled the streets outside the arena. It seemed as though the gates to our cold new home opened almost as soon as we arrived on the premises, and we did not tarry.
We were both in awe as we passed through the doors and our eyes absorbed the sights and sounds that had only been available to us before on TV. We saw Gnash and could only wonder what the wee man would think of him. We saw stands for the various culinary delights offered there - don't laugh, chocolate caramel apples are awesome! I was a little nervous as I noticed the sheer number of 'Hawk fans in the stands, but the Preds definitely showed up. We sat in the upper lower bowl on the "attack twice" side of center ice. The view was awesome! Brad kept telling me how much more fun it was to see a hockey game in-person than on TV, but I had clung to my doubts... Completely dispelled now. I don't recall a single dull moment. Top it all off with the fact that one of my FAVORITE players, Ryan Suter, was back from injury!
Standing in the aisle before the game....
On TV, it just looks like a bunch of guys hitting a puck around the ice.... but just being able to see the precise movements involved in each action, to watch a guy pluck a puck from the air, or knock it down with his stick... it's nothing short of amazing. A thing of beauty even in the midst of the general brutality of the game. In addition to the action on the ice, we acquainted ourselves with the various cheers & chants of our Preds - much to my dismay, the word "sucks" was used quite a bit, but I simply opted to refrain from using the word as it does seem a bit vulgar to chant publicly. Plenty of music and videos on the jumbo-tron topped it all off for quite a lively experience.
Even though I generally get riled up when the "enemy" is close at hand, I found myself pretty upbeat and oblivious to their presence for the most part.... Although I did hear a female 'hawk make a snide remark about what a shame it was that they took away a Predators' goal after review because the puck had been knocked in by a skate as we'd already celebrated - I couldn't help but roll my eyes, and then a male who was with her later tried to hone in on a simple "Let's Go Predators!" cheer by subbing in a "Blackhawks"... That prompted me to be just a bit louder as I turned my head to the side and repeated my chant, but really quite a mild reaction on my part even if I do say so myself.
On the other hand, the children in the row ahead of us (the oldest was maybe 13) were mirror images of what I must have been like at their age when I went to State football and basketball games. They were loud and obnoxious. They made rather ugly, ridiculous statements as they had no doubt convinced themselves that they "hated" the Blackhawks and the 'Hawk fans seated next to them. That was the only part of the whole experience that I really wished I could change. It made me feel ashamed that I'd ever been that way, and sad that they were behaving that way - even if it was only a phase. I hope we can set better examples for Coop so he will always be a good sport and focus more on the game than indulge in the false yet perceived expectations of a "real" fan.
The game was pretty much a down and dirty brawl, with quite a few scuffles breaking out - how I did love to see little Steve Sullivan (my size) put the beat down on a bigger guy. Sullivan took a man down to the ice and even after they pulled him off, you could tell he was telling the guy to stay down. He continued to jaw at the guy from the penalty box. Of course, Shea did not disappoint either. He definitely put some hits on some 'hawks - he had a couple of penalties that he seemed to serve almost consecutively, but the Preds were able to keep the 'hawks in check. Tied at 3 at the end of regulation - we went to overtime and then a shootout, but happily, we were able to come away with the win. Yee haw! It was quite an action packed experience for our first NHL game.
After the game, we made the final 2.1 mile trek back to our room in the drizzling rain. Once we made it to our room, we pretty well collapsed and tried to take in a little ESPN before finally going to sleep. It was definitely an anniversary to remember and last night, when we managed to get back home, we made plans to attend another game next month.
Just so blessed that we were able celebrate this milestone together in style. Happy 6th anniversary, Colonel!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Everybody's Got One...
Having a baby in tow definitely changes the way one shops at Wal-mart. Personally, I'm not comfortable with putting my child in a shopping cart. It's not the germs, even though I quite aware of the fact that there are germs - I mean you can always put a cover over it. Instead, it's the restraint part of the seat that is most problematic for me. Most carts do not seem to have them, and even though the cart cover that I own has a nice looking restraint... I'm not confident that I'd be able to secure the cover to the cart well enough to trust the cart. My boy is really rambunctious and can get into trouble lickety-split, so while I'm getting something off the shelf, he could very well try to jump out of the cart. He is a daredevil. For this reason, I am much more comfortable with having him in a baby carrier. I will acknowledge that some baby carriers are unsafe - mostly because of improper use, but I have been nothing but satisfied with our ERGObaby carrier, so unless he's just extremely fussy - that's where my baby will be when he's with me at Wal-mart until such time that I simply cannot physically tote him this way.
Yesterday, I was on the receiving end of some hateful glares - I can only imagine this was the reason. For most of the trip, I shrugged them off, but as I was getting ready to check out, the cashier was giving me the same hateful look I'd noticed from a few others. To top it off, the first thing she said to me was "I wouldn't trust those things". Now, I must admit that as soon as those words left her mouth - my defenses were thrown up, but as I do my utmost to be polite, I simply said that we have had nothing but positive experiences with this carrier since he was an infant. She retorted with a snarl: "I still wouldn't trust it". I just smiled.
Not to be completely rude, but why did she think I gave a care in the world about her snide opinion? I care more about my child's welfare than she ever could, so what did she stand to gain by questioning my decision to wear my baby?
On a lighter note, it was quite sweet to see Coop and this nice fella in another check-out line make goofy faces at one another just before we got up to the register. Coop even let him have his paci for a short bit. Now THAT warms my heart.
Yesterday, I was on the receiving end of some hateful glares - I can only imagine this was the reason. For most of the trip, I shrugged them off, but as I was getting ready to check out, the cashier was giving me the same hateful look I'd noticed from a few others. To top it off, the first thing she said to me was "I wouldn't trust those things". Now, I must admit that as soon as those words left her mouth - my defenses were thrown up, but as I do my utmost to be polite, I simply said that we have had nothing but positive experiences with this carrier since he was an infant. She retorted with a snarl: "I still wouldn't trust it". I just smiled.
Not to be completely rude, but why did she think I gave a care in the world about her snide opinion? I care more about my child's welfare than she ever could, so what did she stand to gain by questioning my decision to wear my baby?
On a lighter note, it was quite sweet to see Coop and this nice fella in another check-out line make goofy faces at one another just before we got up to the register. Coop even let him have his paci for a short bit. Now THAT warms my heart.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Podium Type Runner
Okay, so this is random, but I loved this blog entry and wanted to share!
Just seemed like it had an excellent message that I definitely need to work on myself.... Enjoy!
Just seemed like it had an excellent message that I definitely need to work on myself.... Enjoy!
Early Rising
So the past couple days have been really interesting as I have been rolling out of bed and into my running clothes well before I'd previously even THOUGHT of doing so - thanks of course to the end of daylight savings time. While I would technically have most all day to get my runs in, it is nice to think that I get it out of the way while my hubby gets ready for work and the wee man sleeps. Having said that... HOLY COW, IT'S COLD! Now as I've mentioned before, I really enjoy running when it's cold, but I can't help but doubt my own sanity for running when it's near freezing. Of course, if I do wind up running in this half-marathon in Oxford... I need to be prepared for these temps as I can well remember how bloomin' cold it was on campus as I'd trek across campus from one class to the next.
I am impressed with how much easier it is to run for longer periods (still like my walk breaks as jogging is still pretty elusive for me)... While I was dressed in a pretty warm ensemble (5K outfit with a fleece lined headband), the wind was still fairly merciless as it whipped across my cheeks. It presents an interesting situation: if you continue to run, the wind will be a bit more brutal with you, but if you do rise to the occasion and continue on your quest, you might actually generate a little more warmth - of course, there's no telling how long it will take or if it will happen at all. I continually opt for the possibility of more warmth, but my sanity is quite frequently called into question as I do. Which is why it was so fantastic yesterday when the intro of "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz started up... made me lose my doubts - just let me revel in what a bad ma'am-a jamma I am for taking this new challenge head on.
Feel so empowered in moments like that. I mean there's quite a few of the "I'm-getting-my-fanny-handed-to-me" moments, but it's those moments when I feel stronger... like mentally stronger than I've ever thought possible... that is why I love running. You can always improve, but it's mostly about just being in the moment. This from the girl who has always looked forward to the future instead of truly loving where she was at that moment in time. It's great to have goals, but the journey is just as important as reaching those goals if not more so, because goals can evolve based on the person I am today (person who has been shaped by the journey). I feel blessed in that knowledge.
I am impressed with how much easier it is to run for longer periods (still like my walk breaks as jogging is still pretty elusive for me)... While I was dressed in a pretty warm ensemble (5K outfit with a fleece lined headband), the wind was still fairly merciless as it whipped across my cheeks. It presents an interesting situation: if you continue to run, the wind will be a bit more brutal with you, but if you do rise to the occasion and continue on your quest, you might actually generate a little more warmth - of course, there's no telling how long it will take or if it will happen at all. I continually opt for the possibility of more warmth, but my sanity is quite frequently called into question as I do. Which is why it was so fantastic yesterday when the intro of "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz started up... made me lose my doubts - just let me revel in what a bad ma'am-a jamma I am for taking this new challenge head on.
Feel so empowered in moments like that. I mean there's quite a few of the "I'm-getting-my-fanny-handed-to-me" moments, but it's those moments when I feel stronger... like mentally stronger than I've ever thought possible... that is why I love running. You can always improve, but it's mostly about just being in the moment. This from the girl who has always looked forward to the future instead of truly loving where she was at that moment in time. It's great to have goals, but the journey is just as important as reaching those goals if not more so, because goals can evolve based on the person I am today (person who has been shaped by the journey). I feel blessed in that knowledge.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Just assume have a cheeseburger...
In case I haven't told you lately, I love food. In my pursuit of a leaner me, I feel like I'm been able to quell my hunger most of the time with healthier choices. I mean, where as we used to have a frozen pizza once a week - we might have one a month.... Things like that. The strange this is... I don't really miss it. I mean I know there's plenty of articles to be found on the topic of the snowball effect of healthy eating on a regular basis, but.... for me... a lover of food... it just seems weird. I mean I'll even have days where I have to make myself eat something because nothing really sounds good and I know just going without is completely stupid. It's weird how things have changed....
Several years ago, about the time my hubby and I tied the knot, I was nutso for Mexican food. In fact, my entire weekend would feel completely flat if I didn't get to eat at a Mexican restaurant AT LEAST once. If we happened to be up at my in-law's, my mother-in-law and I would even cheerfully knock back a margarita.
Then, it sort of morphed to going to eat out once a week. I wasn't as particular about where, but if it was Friday night, we were going out to eat. It was nice to have a little date night as the rest of the week just always felt so hectic. I mean it felt like I rarely ever saw my hubby and when I did, we were both generally too tired to talk, except of course for Friday night. I mean what's more convenient than having someone else worry with the dishes and preparing the food.... just so long as you get to kick back and enjoy... the conversations with your companion... and of course, the food....
Since I've been staying at home with the wee man, our weekly outings are now generally limited to having lunch with "Daddy" once a week. Now, it's more about getting to visit with my hubby and/or his co-workers than it is about the food.... It's not that the food is bad. It's just not the same.
Well, my adventures in Podiatryland have continued since my initial surgery. Glad to have my bum nail long gone and to have both big toes recovering quite well. Still treating for the discoloration and what not that have plagued them for a good little while before the surgeries. While it was really kinda neat to have somewhere to go, to get out of the confines of the house for a while by myself, these biweekly trips have pretty well gotten to the point of being cumbersome... EXCEPT when I get to have lunch with my sister. She always just brightens my day and I love just getting to share lunch and a wonderful conversation with her.
Given that the conversation will be awesome no matter what, it hasn't mattered where we went to eat - just so long as we got to go. We've been to several different types of places - deli, Applebee's, Mexican, sushi... but there was one place that I'd had in the back of my mind... one of those places where you know you cannot go wrong because you know exactly what you will order and just thinking about your entree will make your mouth water if you are so inclined... namely Mugshots Grill & Bar. I kept pushing the idea back into what I guess equates to a mental utility closet or something, because I knew it wouldn't come close to being healthy. I've done fine these last few months... until of course, I discovered my hubby had finally achieved his goal weight after a smorgasbord of unhealthy foods last week (he was out-of-town). After that, I threw down my gauntlet. I would actually have an honest to God splurge. I was tired of minimizing the damage. I wanted a cheeseburger. I wanted the best, so my mission was clear: I would have a McDonald from Mugshots.
Now, cheeseburgers are a food category in which several restaurants get a nod. I mean it's one of those - I eat a burger from my short list of restaurants or one that's homemade and finish with the same thought: "That's the best damn burger I've ever eaten!" But truth be told, I should be more descriptive about the subcategory in which that particular burger is best, because the Mugshots' McDonald is by far THE best overall in my opinion. I don't know if it's the ranch dressing, the bacon, the barbecue sauce, the smoked cheddar, the sweet bun, the patty.... Doesn't matter. Just warms my belly thinking about it. Ahhh....
So, yesterday I had another wonderful visit with my beautiful sister, but in addition, I walked away with one VERY happy belly after the most calories I think I've consumed in a single sitting in months. But... I... do... not... CARE! Take that, LoseIt! *mu ha ha*
Several years ago, about the time my hubby and I tied the knot, I was nutso for Mexican food. In fact, my entire weekend would feel completely flat if I didn't get to eat at a Mexican restaurant AT LEAST once. If we happened to be up at my in-law's, my mother-in-law and I would even cheerfully knock back a margarita.
Then, it sort of morphed to going to eat out once a week. I wasn't as particular about where, but if it was Friday night, we were going out to eat. It was nice to have a little date night as the rest of the week just always felt so hectic. I mean it felt like I rarely ever saw my hubby and when I did, we were both generally too tired to talk, except of course for Friday night. I mean what's more convenient than having someone else worry with the dishes and preparing the food.... just so long as you get to kick back and enjoy... the conversations with your companion... and of course, the food....
Since I've been staying at home with the wee man, our weekly outings are now generally limited to having lunch with "Daddy" once a week. Now, it's more about getting to visit with my hubby and/or his co-workers than it is about the food.... It's not that the food is bad. It's just not the same.
Well, my adventures in Podiatryland have continued since my initial surgery. Glad to have my bum nail long gone and to have both big toes recovering quite well. Still treating for the discoloration and what not that have plagued them for a good little while before the surgeries. While it was really kinda neat to have somewhere to go, to get out of the confines of the house for a while by myself, these biweekly trips have pretty well gotten to the point of being cumbersome... EXCEPT when I get to have lunch with my sister. She always just brightens my day and I love just getting to share lunch and a wonderful conversation with her.
Given that the conversation will be awesome no matter what, it hasn't mattered where we went to eat - just so long as we got to go. We've been to several different types of places - deli, Applebee's, Mexican, sushi... but there was one place that I'd had in the back of my mind... one of those places where you know you cannot go wrong because you know exactly what you will order and just thinking about your entree will make your mouth water if you are so inclined... namely Mugshots Grill & Bar. I kept pushing the idea back into what I guess equates to a mental utility closet or something, because I knew it wouldn't come close to being healthy. I've done fine these last few months... until of course, I discovered my hubby had finally achieved his goal weight after a smorgasbord of unhealthy foods last week (he was out-of-town). After that, I threw down my gauntlet. I would actually have an honest to God splurge. I was tired of minimizing the damage. I wanted a cheeseburger. I wanted the best, so my mission was clear: I would have a McDonald from Mugshots.
Now, cheeseburgers are a food category in which several restaurants get a nod. I mean it's one of those - I eat a burger from my short list of restaurants or one that's homemade and finish with the same thought: "That's the best damn burger I've ever eaten!" But truth be told, I should be more descriptive about the subcategory in which that particular burger is best, because the Mugshots' McDonald is by far THE best overall in my opinion. I don't know if it's the ranch dressing, the bacon, the barbecue sauce, the smoked cheddar, the sweet bun, the patty.... Doesn't matter. Just warms my belly thinking about it. Ahhh....
So, yesterday I had another wonderful visit with my beautiful sister, but in addition, I walked away with one VERY happy belly after the most calories I think I've consumed in a single sitting in months. But... I... do... not... CARE! Take that, LoseIt! *mu ha ha*
Monday, November 01, 2010
Head Games
With our first 5K behind us, it seemed only logical to me to pinpoint the next event/goal. Now, ideally, the next event would either be another 5K or a 10K, but the only 10Ks that I'm aware of aren't until the end of April/beginning of May, so in comes a curveball. Oxford is a beautiful little town. I'm not crazy about all the chain stores that have cropped up there since I graduated 6 years ago, but there's something charming about the area AWAY from West Jackson. On February 26, 2011, there will be a half-marathon there (Run for Hope), and for some crazy reason, I've got it in my head that I'd like to try it. In a way, it sounds like a short period of time to train for 13.1 miles, but my lead time from the 5K to the half-marathon is a respectable 18 weeks, which in theory sounds doable. Maybe. I haven't made the final decision yet. I am following my training schedule for a half-marathon and will make up my mind by December 1st. Hubs is in the same boat.
At any rate, when selecting a training schedule, I decided to upgrade my 5K Coach app to the Run Coach Pro, and then shoot for 4 days of running a week, with my long run on Saturday. By default the other running days are Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Last week, instead of giving myself credit for an easy run on Saturday on the new schedule, I swapped the first easy run to Sunday, which put me at running for 5 days straight. I found that to be a bit taxing, so in future, I'll try to stick with my plan.
As we ran our long run on Saturday, we discussed the potential for mental roadblocks on our quest for 13.1. I mean I can already tell you that there's a big difference in my mindset already in my training. Before, it was all about making it through that 20 or so minutes. Just running. Now that there is about twice as much time involved in a run... there's a two part process: 1) need to conserve energy to make it through the whole thing - mostly a physical thing; 2) me trying to wimp out because it's just SOOO long - mental. Now #2 was definitely NOT in play in my 5K training, so this is sort of a new thing. I mean there's a point where you don't want to put too much wear and tear on your body too soon (= smart thing). However, I know for a fact that for the time being at least, the wear and tear is not the reason for me trying to wuss out.
It's just too long. It's just so far. I know it's an easy run, but I'm going too slow. I shouldn't even try to do a half-marathon yet...
Negative garbage. I felt it about half way through my 40 minute run this morning. To the point where I was walking it every 15-30 seconds. Once I focused on just making it to the shorter milestones, just focusing on running my best in the moment... the negative melted away and I ran the rest of the way.
On a different note, the weekend was rough. We'd been planning on going to the Auburn vs. Ole Miss game since the beginning of the season, but knew that Nana wouldn't be there to keep the wee man as she had a delightful trip of her own scheduled that weekend, so my momma was gonna keep him. Well, my aunt, who has been in a nursing home for quite some time, became gravely ill and my momma felt that it might be best if our baby boy went to stay with my sister instead so she would be able to tend to anything that came up. My aunt died around midnight on Friday, and Momma was able to tend to the things that she needed to get done for the most part, but my sister was so excited at the prospect of getting to keep him that Momma went ahead and let her take a turn.
I know my baby had a wonderful time (although the game SUCKED), but I tell you, it was awful being away from him for two whole nights. I realize that it's good to have alone time and to let him get comfortable with other people, but... wow, I guess I just didn't know how hard it would be. We were just so happy to bring him home again yesterday.
At any rate, when selecting a training schedule, I decided to upgrade my 5K Coach app to the Run Coach Pro, and then shoot for 4 days of running a week, with my long run on Saturday. By default the other running days are Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Last week, instead of giving myself credit for an easy run on Saturday on the new schedule, I swapped the first easy run to Sunday, which put me at running for 5 days straight. I found that to be a bit taxing, so in future, I'll try to stick with my plan.
As we ran our long run on Saturday, we discussed the potential for mental roadblocks on our quest for 13.1. I mean I can already tell you that there's a big difference in my mindset already in my training. Before, it was all about making it through that 20 or so minutes. Just running. Now that there is about twice as much time involved in a run... there's a two part process: 1) need to conserve energy to make it through the whole thing - mostly a physical thing; 2) me trying to wimp out because it's just SOOO long - mental. Now #2 was definitely NOT in play in my 5K training, so this is sort of a new thing. I mean there's a point where you don't want to put too much wear and tear on your body too soon (= smart thing). However, I know for a fact that for the time being at least, the wear and tear is not the reason for me trying to wuss out.
It's just too long. It's just so far. I know it's an easy run, but I'm going too slow. I shouldn't even try to do a half-marathon yet...
Negative garbage. I felt it about half way through my 40 minute run this morning. To the point where I was walking it every 15-30 seconds. Once I focused on just making it to the shorter milestones, just focusing on running my best in the moment... the negative melted away and I ran the rest of the way.
On a different note, the weekend was rough. We'd been planning on going to the Auburn vs. Ole Miss game since the beginning of the season, but knew that Nana wouldn't be there to keep the wee man as she had a delightful trip of her own scheduled that weekend, so my momma was gonna keep him. Well, my aunt, who has been in a nursing home for quite some time, became gravely ill and my momma felt that it might be best if our baby boy went to stay with my sister instead so she would be able to tend to anything that came up. My aunt died around midnight on Friday, and Momma was able to tend to the things that she needed to get done for the most part, but my sister was so excited at the prospect of getting to keep him that Momma went ahead and let her take a turn.
I know my baby had a wonderful time (although the game SUCKED), but I tell you, it was awful being away from him for two whole nights. I realize that it's good to have alone time and to let him get comfortable with other people, but... wow, I guess I just didn't know how hard it would be. We were just so happy to bring him home again yesterday.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Rewind of my 1st 5K
After 8 weeks of training, the time had come for me to run my 5K. I'd spent the first 7 weeks on a schedule that included two 20 minute runs, one long run, and two days of cross-training, so when that final week rolled around when it was scaled back to include one 20-minute run, one hour of XT, and one 10-minute run, I felt like I was going to go crazy. I was so tempted to do more than the schedule directed, but after reading numerous articles about the importance of rest before a race in the weeks previous, I did my best to adjust my eating to accommodate the taper and just veg out pretty much.
Even though the goal of the training was simply to do easy runs, I pushed myself each and every time - of course, when it's just an extra bit nippy outside, the pace seemed to quicken all on its own. I'd noticed an overall change in my pace from say a 10:00-10:30 minute mile average down to a 9 minute mile. With the little bit of extra rest, I got down to an 8:30 minute mile average. It was incredible! I realize there are all kinds of people who run faster than this, but honestly, it doesn't really matter. It's just nice to know that I CAN do this!
Toward the end of the week, my mind was consumed with the idea that I must have the perfect outfit as the words of a salesgirl at Fleet Feet in Ridgeland really resonated with me: "It's not how fast you run; it's how cute you look." I knew that I wanted to wear my Skirt Sports Tough Girl Skirt, but I was a little unsure about the top. Given that the weather had been so chilly those two weeks or so before the event, I knew I wanted something warm, but I knew that the event issued long-sleeved tee just wasn't going make me feel pretty. I'd stopped in to a Dick's Sporting Goods store and wander around the women's Nike and Under Armour sections when I'd picked up our "race packets" on Wednesday. This has become old hat for me - it's the point that I actually feel at home as I browse which could be a sad commentary on my life, but I try to veer from negativity like that. ;) At any rate, I found the most beautiful white 1/4 zip from Under Armour - the photos on their website don't do it justice. I really liked it, but as it was full price (as UA stuff generally is), I tried to shrug it off and put it on my Christmas list. Well.... all I could think about Thursday night/Friday morning was that bloomin' 1/4 zip, so I resolved to seek out my beloved's mother-in-law's assistance in the matter. Angel that she is - she picked it up on Friday and I washed it that night. I know, I know. I broke the "nothing new on race day" rule, but well, what can I say? I sure did feel cute.
As for the event, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect from a race packet, and to be quite honest, now that I've seen one, I still don't know if I've actually seen a typical race packet. I was under the impression that we'd have a nice little packet of pertinent information (like a map of the race route, schedule, tips for staying fit/recognizing the signs of breast cancer, etc.) along with our number and t-shirt. Instead (for individual participants), there was a crate of file folders with race numbers, filed alphabetically by last name. There were four volunteers working the pick-up table, but only one was working with individuals while the other three were there to assist with group pick-ups. I should note that the majority of the people who were in line when I stopped by were individuals... But patience is a virtue that doesn't always come so easily to me. Once our numbers were located, they along with our t-shirts were put in a plastic pink Bank of America bag. The only other thing in the bag? An advertisement for a Komen credit card.
Our wee man kept waking up, as if he could sense the anticipation in the air. I woke up around 5AM and did my best to get dressed in the dark before heading downstairs with hopes that Coop could sleep a little longer before his grandparents were called into duty. I believe I had a banana and a piece of cinnamon raisin toast along with a bit of coffee before we headed over to the mall. I'd been cool as a cucumber about my actual performance in the race up until that morning. I mean I knew I could make it through the distance even if I wound up walking, but I was just nervous that I'd do something silly like fall out, trip on my own two feet....
We sat in the car for a few moments, just watching the other participants - trying to figure out what our next course of action might be. We wandered over to where a mass of people were. We saw the registration tents and then a few information/activity booths... but the line to get into the booths was at least 50 people long, so no time before the race. We proceeded to wander over in front of the impromptu stage where a dedicated fitness instructor was leading the aerobic warm-up, which soon turned into a Zumba demonstration. Props to her for doing it in front of total strangers, but there's no way I would have been able to shake what my momma gave me like that in public without a heavy dose of alcohol involved.
A few minutes later, we heard some mumble from the stage about lining up at the start - the runners up front and the walkers in the back. We just sort of followed everyone else because we had no idea where the start line was. Once we got into what seemed to be the line, I noticed that there were pace range signs up along side the road to help arrange the chaos. Of course, there were only a handful of people who actually saw the signs. We finally noticed someone on a lift with a shotgun (tend to notice such things) and we waited to hear the shot. Finally, it rang out.
Then the pushing and shoving commenced. Had the start line extended the full length of the road in which we were lined up, it might have been a bit easier going. As such there was a bit of a bottleneck, so when I finally approached the line, I followed the example of some other runners and ducked under the tape (didn't have a timing chip so it didn't matter). Then it really began. I did my best to hold back as it's so easy to speed up to an unsustainable pace at first for me, but I couldn't help myself. I was passing people left and right. Brad kept close for the first little bit, and when I pulled away at about the half mile mark UNINTENTIONALLY, I just figured he'd catch up with me eventually. Somewhere around the first mile and a half, I fell in step with the runners around me. At any moment, I just knew I'd have to walk, but I figured I'd keep going just as long as I could. I was running alongside real runners. I mean how cool was that??
The last mile seemed to last an eternity. I knew the finish line existed somewhere in the vicinity of where I was, but as I rounded the familiar stores, it seemed it had to be moving farther and farther away. I found myself turning to look for Brad, as his words of inspiration had gotten me through those last seemingly impossible minutes on our training runs many a time, but alas, he was no where to be found. If I was gonna make it across the line, I was gonna have to pep myself up to do it.
Just keep picking 'em up and putting 'em down. That was all I could think.
When I saw the timer as I crossed the line, it read 28:36. Brad crossed about 15 seconds later. I'd set my phone to track my time, but I forgot to stop it when I crossed the first line - however Brad was a bit more diligent with his tracking. According to his phone, he's finished in 28:14, which would put me right about 28:00!!! I'd never been able to maintain that sort of pace for the distance! Yee haw!
We celebrated with friends by having brunch. :D
Even though the goal of the training was simply to do easy runs, I pushed myself each and every time - of course, when it's just an extra bit nippy outside, the pace seemed to quicken all on its own. I'd noticed an overall change in my pace from say a 10:00-10:30 minute mile average down to a 9 minute mile. With the little bit of extra rest, I got down to an 8:30 minute mile average. It was incredible! I realize there are all kinds of people who run faster than this, but honestly, it doesn't really matter. It's just nice to know that I CAN do this!
Toward the end of the week, my mind was consumed with the idea that I must have the perfect outfit as the words of a salesgirl at Fleet Feet in Ridgeland really resonated with me: "It's not how fast you run; it's how cute you look." I knew that I wanted to wear my Skirt Sports Tough Girl Skirt, but I was a little unsure about the top. Given that the weather had been so chilly those two weeks or so before the event, I knew I wanted something warm, but I knew that the event issued long-sleeved tee just wasn't going make me feel pretty. I'd stopped in to a Dick's Sporting Goods store and wander around the women's Nike and Under Armour sections when I'd picked up our "race packets" on Wednesday. This has become old hat for me - it's the point that I actually feel at home as I browse which could be a sad commentary on my life, but I try to veer from negativity like that. ;) At any rate, I found the most beautiful white 1/4 zip from Under Armour - the photos on their website don't do it justice. I really liked it, but as it was full price (as UA stuff generally is), I tried to shrug it off and put it on my Christmas list. Well.... all I could think about Thursday night/Friday morning was that bloomin' 1/4 zip, so I resolved to seek out my beloved's mother-in-law's assistance in the matter. Angel that she is - she picked it up on Friday and I washed it that night. I know, I know. I broke the "nothing new on race day" rule, but well, what can I say? I sure did feel cute.
As for the event, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect from a race packet, and to be quite honest, now that I've seen one, I still don't know if I've actually seen a typical race packet. I was under the impression that we'd have a nice little packet of pertinent information (like a map of the race route, schedule, tips for staying fit/recognizing the signs of breast cancer, etc.) along with our number and t-shirt. Instead (for individual participants), there was a crate of file folders with race numbers, filed alphabetically by last name. There were four volunteers working the pick-up table, but only one was working with individuals while the other three were there to assist with group pick-ups. I should note that the majority of the people who were in line when I stopped by were individuals... But patience is a virtue that doesn't always come so easily to me. Once our numbers were located, they along with our t-shirts were put in a plastic pink Bank of America bag. The only other thing in the bag? An advertisement for a Komen credit card.
Our wee man kept waking up, as if he could sense the anticipation in the air. I woke up around 5AM and did my best to get dressed in the dark before heading downstairs with hopes that Coop could sleep a little longer before his grandparents were called into duty. I believe I had a banana and a piece of cinnamon raisin toast along with a bit of coffee before we headed over to the mall. I'd been cool as a cucumber about my actual performance in the race up until that morning. I mean I knew I could make it through the distance even if I wound up walking, but I was just nervous that I'd do something silly like fall out, trip on my own two feet....
We sat in the car for a few moments, just watching the other participants - trying to figure out what our next course of action might be. We wandered over to where a mass of people were. We saw the registration tents and then a few information/activity booths... but the line to get into the booths was at least 50 people long, so no time before the race. We proceeded to wander over in front of the impromptu stage where a dedicated fitness instructor was leading the aerobic warm-up, which soon turned into a Zumba demonstration. Props to her for doing it in front of total strangers, but there's no way I would have been able to shake what my momma gave me like that in public without a heavy dose of alcohol involved.
A few minutes later, we heard some mumble from the stage about lining up at the start - the runners up front and the walkers in the back. We just sort of followed everyone else because we had no idea where the start line was. Once we got into what seemed to be the line, I noticed that there were pace range signs up along side the road to help arrange the chaos. Of course, there were only a handful of people who actually saw the signs. We finally noticed someone on a lift with a shotgun (tend to notice such things) and we waited to hear the shot. Finally, it rang out.
Then the pushing and shoving commenced. Had the start line extended the full length of the road in which we were lined up, it might have been a bit easier going. As such there was a bit of a bottleneck, so when I finally approached the line, I followed the example of some other runners and ducked under the tape (didn't have a timing chip so it didn't matter). Then it really began. I did my best to hold back as it's so easy to speed up to an unsustainable pace at first for me, but I couldn't help myself. I was passing people left and right. Brad kept close for the first little bit, and when I pulled away at about the half mile mark UNINTENTIONALLY, I just figured he'd catch up with me eventually. Somewhere around the first mile and a half, I fell in step with the runners around me. At any moment, I just knew I'd have to walk, but I figured I'd keep going just as long as I could. I was running alongside real runners. I mean how cool was that??
The last mile seemed to last an eternity. I knew the finish line existed somewhere in the vicinity of where I was, but as I rounded the familiar stores, it seemed it had to be moving farther and farther away. I found myself turning to look for Brad, as his words of inspiration had gotten me through those last seemingly impossible minutes on our training runs many a time, but alas, he was no where to be found. If I was gonna make it across the line, I was gonna have to pep myself up to do it.
Just keep picking 'em up and putting 'em down. That was all I could think.
When I saw the timer as I crossed the line, it read 28:36. Brad crossed about 15 seconds later. I'd set my phone to track my time, but I forgot to stop it when I crossed the first line - however Brad was a bit more diligent with his tracking. According to his phone, he's finished in 28:14, which would put me right about 28:00!!! I'd never been able to maintain that sort of pace for the distance! Yee haw!
We celebrated with friends by having brunch. :D
Monday, October 11, 2010
What Comes Around
On Friday, a friend of mine pointed me in the direction of a book, The Nonrunner's Marathon Guide for Women. After reading through the snippets available for preview on Amazon, I can say that it looks like a pretty funny read. I can definitely see where a sense of humor would help you go the distance when your muscles were struggling.
At any rate, it got me thinking again on running a marathon. After reading a few of the reviews of this book, I started looking at marathon training schedules as several of the reviewers seemed to voice concern over the very idea of tackling such a task as a marathon with a mere four months of training. I started by looking at Hal Higdon's plans. After looking at some other plans in the course of surfing, I checked out the website for the Walt Disney World Marathon. As part of the site, they include a couple of training plans and in at least one of the plans, they mention running at a 16:00 minute/mile pace. I couldn't help but scoff. I mean I typically WALK fast than that. I felt smug - I mean if I take on a marathon... I'm gonna take it on. It's not gonna take me.... Right?
Well if my long run on Saturday was any indication... the sport is quite capable of putting me in my place. We ventured to try out our new jogging stroller and I was excited that it was just cold enough to try on my new tights. My hubby selected a new route to try, too. He took the stroller from the start as we were going to be tackling some hills. I ran the first mile and a half with wild abandon - on the winding path shaded by trees up and down the rolling hills. Then, I found myself struggling for the next mile or so. It was all I could do to walk - my heart was pounding out of my chest. I tried to take the stroller for a bit to add a bit of a challenge to my walk, but my chest muscles were shrieking. I did manage a jog for the last little bit, but my overall pace was about 2:30 off my typical one. Completely dejected, I would have normally sentenced myself to some make-up time on the treadmill, but I figured I might make up for it the next day after lunch after my mom issued a challenge to see how long it would take for us to run 4 laps around their neighborhood.
Let me just say.... having two cups of coffee and a big meal without a reasonable amount of water... is not the best prelude to a run in the sun. We managed two laps before we decided to call it for the day. The overall pace was a little better than Saturday, but it was still off. I wasn't the master of the run... just a humbled participant of the sport.
With a better understanding of my place, I took to the road once again this morning. Needless to really say... MUCH better run.
On a brighter note, I was glad to see the Preds play this past Saturday. Hockey season is such a LONG one, so a loss here and there doesn't spell the end of your season (unlike say college football - or at least they like to pretend that a loss in CF is just that), but it was nice to see the Preds win their first game. Will be interested to see how things go against the Blackhawks in the next game.
At any rate, it got me thinking again on running a marathon. After reading a few of the reviews of this book, I started looking at marathon training schedules as several of the reviewers seemed to voice concern over the very idea of tackling such a task as a marathon with a mere four months of training. I started by looking at Hal Higdon's plans. After looking at some other plans in the course of surfing, I checked out the website for the Walt Disney World Marathon. As part of the site, they include a couple of training plans and in at least one of the plans, they mention running at a 16:00 minute/mile pace. I couldn't help but scoff. I mean I typically WALK fast than that. I felt smug - I mean if I take on a marathon... I'm gonna take it on. It's not gonna take me.... Right?
Well if my long run on Saturday was any indication... the sport is quite capable of putting me in my place. We ventured to try out our new jogging stroller and I was excited that it was just cold enough to try on my new tights. My hubby selected a new route to try, too. He took the stroller from the start as we were going to be tackling some hills. I ran the first mile and a half with wild abandon - on the winding path shaded by trees up and down the rolling hills. Then, I found myself struggling for the next mile or so. It was all I could do to walk - my heart was pounding out of my chest. I tried to take the stroller for a bit to add a bit of a challenge to my walk, but my chest muscles were shrieking. I did manage a jog for the last little bit, but my overall pace was about 2:30 off my typical one. Completely dejected, I would have normally sentenced myself to some make-up time on the treadmill, but I figured I might make up for it the next day after lunch after my mom issued a challenge to see how long it would take for us to run 4 laps around their neighborhood.
Let me just say.... having two cups of coffee and a big meal without a reasonable amount of water... is not the best prelude to a run in the sun. We managed two laps before we decided to call it for the day. The overall pace was a little better than Saturday, but it was still off. I wasn't the master of the run... just a humbled participant of the sport.
With a better understanding of my place, I took to the road once again this morning. Needless to really say... MUCH better run.
On a brighter note, I was glad to see the Preds play this past Saturday. Hockey season is such a LONG one, so a loss here and there doesn't spell the end of your season (unlike say college football - or at least they like to pretend that a loss in CF is just that), but it was nice to see the Preds win their first game. Will be interested to see how things go against the Blackhawks in the next game.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Crash into me
It's official. The regular season of professional hockey is under way. Yee haw. And to think... had it not been for the 2010 Winter Olympics... I would never had taken to this smashing game. I mean part of what's so appealing about football for me is how aggressive it can be... Mind you, I don't like when people get hurt, but I can't deny that I like to see big hits (unless it's against a Manning boy or my team). Hockey is actually more aggressive than football... more scrappy. That's appealing to me. Hockey has also given me an appreciation for video games in the sports genre. I mean I learned so much just playing NHL 10. Defenders rock.
The hockey team I follow? The Nashville Predators. Looking forward to going to a game or two this season. Shea Weber and Ryan Suter are awesome - even if Weber DID play for Canada in the Olympics.
In other news, after another 40 degree run this morning... I decided it might be time to get a hold of some Under Armour coldgear tights. Was a bit surprised by the fact that our local stores didn't seem to think it was important to have much in the way of coldgear stuff (at least yet). The store I eventually purchased some from had exactly ONE pair of tights that just happened to be the size I'd determined I needed. On my home, I noticed exactly how small the openings for my feet were... I kept trying to stretch it between my thumb and middle fingers, and it just didn't want to give an inch. I began to question my sanity for not taking the associate's offer to let me try them on, but I made up my mind.... no matter how it might cut off my circulation... I was going to fit into these tights. I envisioned a battle, but what I got was like butter on a hot skillet. Just that smooth. Granted they WILL NOT ride up, but I don't think I'll have to worry about them falling down either, so I'll be able to run in the cold with confidence.
The hockey team I follow? The Nashville Predators. Looking forward to going to a game or two this season. Shea Weber and Ryan Suter are awesome - even if Weber DID play for Canada in the Olympics.
In other news, after another 40 degree run this morning... I decided it might be time to get a hold of some Under Armour coldgear tights. Was a bit surprised by the fact that our local stores didn't seem to think it was important to have much in the way of coldgear stuff (at least yet). The store I eventually purchased some from had exactly ONE pair of tights that just happened to be the size I'd determined I needed. On my home, I noticed exactly how small the openings for my feet were... I kept trying to stretch it between my thumb and middle fingers, and it just didn't want to give an inch. I began to question my sanity for not taking the associate's offer to let me try them on, but I made up my mind.... no matter how it might cut off my circulation... I was going to fit into these tights. I envisioned a battle, but what I got was like butter on a hot skillet. Just that smooth. Granted they WILL NOT ride up, but I don't think I'll have to worry about them falling down either, so I'll be able to run in the cold with confidence.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Crash and burn....
For at least the past couple of days, I have been ready to crash out in the afternoon. I'm pretty sure that this is due to the fact that my carbs are a bit low, but I'm having a little difficulty actually making adjustments. Today, I tried something a bit different and took a little nap... Definitely feel more rested, but I'm not sure I'll be able to stay awake until bedtime. Perhaps SOMEONE needs more sleep, but I reckon we'll just have to see.
Last night was the big man's first night in his "big boy" bed. He hasn't attempted to crawl out yet. We figured out that his bed could be adjusted to be a crib even at this lower height, but I'm not quite sure that would work out long term as it was hard enough to put him down sometimes when the crib was up a few inches. So we will just see...
We went to the doc's this morning for his check-up... He's 25lbs. and 32 in. tall, which is a bit taller and a little heavier than his daddy at the same age. Even though he was exhausted, that child was just running in circles trying to stay awake. I was just impressed that he stayed still long enough for the doc to check him out and thankful that my hubby decided to come with us.
Last night was the big man's first night in his "big boy" bed. He hasn't attempted to crawl out yet. We figured out that his bed could be adjusted to be a crib even at this lower height, but I'm not quite sure that would work out long term as it was hard enough to put him down sometimes when the crib was up a few inches. So we will just see...
We went to the doc's this morning for his check-up... He's 25lbs. and 32 in. tall, which is a bit taller and a little heavier than his daddy at the same age. Even though he was exhausted, that child was just running in circles trying to stay awake. I was just impressed that he stayed still long enough for the doc to check him out and thankful that my hubby decided to come with us.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Old T's and New Adventures
Yesterday, I pulled out an old game day t-shirt which I thought was destined to line the bottom of one of my drawers. Picture it - Oxford, MS, on November 22, 2003... the entire campus was charged up for the last home game of Eli Manning's college career, but the stadium was absolutely electric. We watched one hell of a game, but in the end, the Rebels came up short to the eventual National Champs. Still have flashbacks....
At any rate, that t-shirt has always reminded me that the Rebels came up short that night when I first experienced the outright hatred Ole Miss and LSU fans have for one another. Makes me so glad that I passed on the opportunity to first experience it down in Death Valley the year before.
Well desperate times call for desperate measures... As I prepared to run yesterday morning, I noticed that the temperature outside was down to 38 degrees. I'd been trying to decide what the cutoff temperature would be, but my mind finally made itself up at that revelation. I grabbed a super nice pair of Under Armour Coldgear pants that my in-laws had given me for Christmas last year and cinched them up tight. Then I reached for this game day t-shirt as it is one of two long-sleeve t-shirts I own AND there are fewer LSU fans around these parts than Alabama fans (the other LS T). The ensemble certainly helped me to keep warm and toasty as Jack Frost nipped at my nose and toes...
Apparently my boy has decided to really go wild. Today I heard him stir after about 20 minutes into his afternoon nap, but I figured he'd just nod back off to sleep. Then I heard a thud. I ran into his room and he was sitting on the floor beside his crib. I scooped him up and I held him close. He cried for a few minutes, but after I checked him over pretty good, he appeared to be just fine... even though I was still really upset.
Then later this afternoon I was tinkering around on my laptop and I vaguely heard him messing around Toby's pen. I stood up to see what was going on... and he had crawled into it. As soon as he got wind that I'd seen him, he rushed out as if nothing had happened.
Laissez les bons temps rouler?
At any rate, that t-shirt has always reminded me that the Rebels came up short that night when I first experienced the outright hatred Ole Miss and LSU fans have for one another. Makes me so glad that I passed on the opportunity to first experience it down in Death Valley the year before.
Well desperate times call for desperate measures... As I prepared to run yesterday morning, I noticed that the temperature outside was down to 38 degrees. I'd been trying to decide what the cutoff temperature would be, but my mind finally made itself up at that revelation. I grabbed a super nice pair of Under Armour Coldgear pants that my in-laws had given me for Christmas last year and cinched them up tight. Then I reached for this game day t-shirt as it is one of two long-sleeve t-shirts I own AND there are fewer LSU fans around these parts than Alabama fans (the other LS T). The ensemble certainly helped me to keep warm and toasty as Jack Frost nipped at my nose and toes...
Apparently my boy has decided to really go wild. Today I heard him stir after about 20 minutes into his afternoon nap, but I figured he'd just nod back off to sleep. Then I heard a thud. I ran into his room and he was sitting on the floor beside his crib. I scooped him up and I held him close. He cried for a few minutes, but after I checked him over pretty good, he appeared to be just fine... even though I was still really upset.
Then later this afternoon I was tinkering around on my laptop and I vaguely heard him messing around Toby's pen. I stood up to see what was going on... and he had crawled into it. As soon as he got wind that I'd seen him, he rushed out as if nothing had happened.
Laissez les bons temps rouler?
Monday, October 04, 2010
Hips don't lie...
Carrying a baby on your hip is much easier when you actually have hips.... This statement is the result of my experience after a quick run into Kroger to check out the specials on produce while I attempted to carry my 20-something pound one-year-old on my incredible shrinking hips. I found just what I was after in the form of some butternut, buttercup, and acorn squash. However, being the rambunctious little fella that he is, he was unable to really help me out as I was doing my best to hold him with my left hand on my left hip as I attempted to put the squash into three separate bags. I almost found myself putting him down, but in no time he'd have taken off to the bakery I'm sure. I was lucky we made it over to the check-out with my baby, my squash, and my pants still up.
That would be the one side effect of losing weight. It's really a nice problem to have, but I do hope that I can make the necessary adjustments before any indecent exposure. Just mad that Levi's doesn't appear to believe that longer lengths are necessary in sizes below a 6.
For the record, we finally got a chance to run the full 5K distance together this weekend... managed to get 3.11 miles in 29:00 minutes - super exciting. Still remember when it was a pipe dream to consider running even ten minutes at a time outside....
That would be the one side effect of losing weight. It's really a nice problem to have, but I do hope that I can make the necessary adjustments before any indecent exposure. Just mad that Levi's doesn't appear to believe that longer lengths are necessary in sizes below a 6.
For the record, we finally got a chance to run the full 5K distance together this weekend... managed to get 3.11 miles in 29:00 minutes - super exciting. Still remember when it was a pipe dream to consider running even ten minutes at a time outside....
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Just dragging
Well, today my run intervals were set to increase to 10 minutes, and I made it through my first walk/run cycle without passing out even though I was certainly aware of the spicy V8 I drank just before I headed out. I felt like I was making good time compared to my normal pace - I covered 1.25 miles in 11 minutes, but when it came time to start back up... My legs didn't want to go. I could attribute it to a slight wardrobe malfunction with my, erm, support, but that would be a stretch. I tried to convince myself to take another minute to walk before I picked up speed again, but I just wasn't feeling it.
I really showed myself later though... As punishment, I attempted to do my 20 minutes all over again on the treadmill during the boy's morning nap. My average pace was faster than the one from early this morning, but considering I walked the last 7 minutes of my morning run... I would certainly HOPE a straight up run would be faster.
This leads me to believe that I needed a) to take advantage of my rest day yesterday or b) a cup of coffee.
But tomorrow is another day. And luckily a cross-training day.
As crazy as it might sound, I keep waiting for the day when I just decide that enough's enough and I will go back to being lazy me. I mean I've been pretty good about taking my physical fitness seriously this year, but there are quite a number of years before that which clearly demonstrate my natural tendency to be lazy.
All through school, I wanted to be one of those thin, beautiful girls that everyone seemed to admire. Instead I was just a nerd who played saxophone and was a little overweight. Marching was about the most athletic thing I did at a school where most of the self-proclaimed "popular" kids were generally pretty sporty. I had my fair share of friends, but the kids who hounded me were pretty vocal and persistent. There are days where I still think about some of the things they said.
In that world, I would never have been able to do the things I've done this far, and there's a certain amount of satisfaction I have in knowing that they cannot keep me from being who I'd like to be or doing the things I'd like to do. I have control over my own life. That's empowering.
With that in mind, my friend Jen posted a link to this video on Facebook. It inspired me so that I felt the need to share it as well.
But to leave on a lighter note, I had to share this one from Peyton and a few of his Colt teammates. Too funny.
I really showed myself later though... As punishment, I attempted to do my 20 minutes all over again on the treadmill during the boy's morning nap. My average pace was faster than the one from early this morning, but considering I walked the last 7 minutes of my morning run... I would certainly HOPE a straight up run would be faster.
This leads me to believe that I needed a) to take advantage of my rest day yesterday or b) a cup of coffee.
But tomorrow is another day. And luckily a cross-training day.
As crazy as it might sound, I keep waiting for the day when I just decide that enough's enough and I will go back to being lazy me. I mean I've been pretty good about taking my physical fitness seriously this year, but there are quite a number of years before that which clearly demonstrate my natural tendency to be lazy.
All through school, I wanted to be one of those thin, beautiful girls that everyone seemed to admire. Instead I was just a nerd who played saxophone and was a little overweight. Marching was about the most athletic thing I did at a school where most of the self-proclaimed "popular" kids were generally pretty sporty. I had my fair share of friends, but the kids who hounded me were pretty vocal and persistent. There are days where I still think about some of the things they said.
In that world, I would never have been able to do the things I've done this far, and there's a certain amount of satisfaction I have in knowing that they cannot keep me from being who I'd like to be or doing the things I'd like to do. I have control over my own life. That's empowering.
With that in mind, my friend Jen posted a link to this video on Facebook. It inspired me so that I felt the need to share it as well.
But to leave on a lighter note, I had to share this one from Peyton and a few of his Colt teammates. Too funny.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Have I told you lately....
That I LOVE the Manning boys... I must admit that I was pulling for Peyton during the "Manning Bowl", but I hated to see the Giants' O-Line let the Colts defenders just keep pummeling Eli. At any rate, I saw this video yesterday morning, and while I'm sure there are people out there who are probably tired of hearing about these boys, I absolutely love them. I love to watch them play normally, but I also have a deep appreciation for the kind of people they seem to be and the close bond they share. I must warn you though... it is extremely catchy, so watch at your own risk. ;)
No room for petulance
Training has continued to go pretty well in spite of the fact that I now have two bum big toes. During my 20 minute runs, I have managed to improve my speed just a few seconds even with longer run intervals (8 minutes), and I'm curious as to what I'll find when the intervals are increased to 10 minutes on Thursday. My long run last Saturday was really quite fun as I once again got to venture out with my hubby, and we were able to push one another's limits even if the average speed was a little slower. The neat thing about it is that we were pretty close to making the 5K distance in the time that was allotted (30 minutes). Well, at the very least, a lot closer than we would have been a few weeks ago.
After our run on Saturday, we once again ventured into Oxford for an Ole Miss football game at what seemed an unreasonable hour - kickoff was at 11:22AM. If you follow such things, you know that it was a terrible game for Ole Miss fans particularly, but I learned two important PERSONAL lessons: 1) if you don't plan on eating at a lunchtime game, make sure you eat more for breakfast - and do NOT allow yourself to go with a calorie deficit; 2) stay well hydrated. By the third quarter, I had "cotton-mouth" despite the fact that Brad was generous enough to share his water (as I blew through my bottle in the first half) and felt nauseous. I hated to run out on our boys, but I felt like I might not make it back to the car at all if I did not leave with about 8 minutes left in the 4th quarter. We stopped by the Rebel Shop and picked up a couple bottles of Powerade. There was no friendly sprint back to the car... it was all I could do to make it back to the car, where I just soaked up the cool air from the A/C. Later, that night, I went into a terrible "freak out" session, but luckily, Brad was there and once he brought me some more water (I had been drinking like a fish ever since we returned home), I calmed back down & went back to normal. Scary stuff.
Of course, the most pressing thing on my mind as of late has no relation to either my training or lack of preparation for attending a game in the heat of the day. Instead, it revolves around a seemingly simple concept: self-worth is self-evident. Your worth is inherent from the moment you are created and is not derived from the perception of others or your own actions. If you feel that the only way that you can feel secure in yourself is to put down another person, then you are setting yourself up to be disappointed in the long run.
In some form or fashion, we are all products of our pasts (even though our actual value is a separate thing entirely). Some people have experienced more pain and suffering than others, but you have a choice: you can let these bad things keep you down or you can rise above them. You can assume that everyone is out to get you or give folks the benefit of the doubt. I personally prefer the latter. That certainly doesn't mean that I am confident all people like me, but I do my best to bring reason back into the equation.
However, if I am unable to convince myself that a person meant no harm, then I will more than likely take action. If I have done wrong by another person, then I have no problem apologizing for my actions, and believe me when I say that I will dwell on it for longer than I should. However, I will refuse to apologize for your ignorance. I will feel no remorse for something I did not do. When you feel you are unable to obtain the type of relationship that you desire with another person because of my relationship with that person - not because I have done anything to impede its development but merely because I exist, I will not apologize. If you want something, put in the "legwork". I will do my best to help you in any way that I can to obtain what you desire, but I will not accept childish petulance or any reference to what someone else has done to you. If you want respect from me, treat me with respect. Regardless of what you do, I will make the best of a bad situation, but believe me when I say this... my self-worth will stay intact.
On a lighter note, the smell of baked pumpkin mixed with cinnamon, nutmeg, & ginger is really quite intoxicating.... Looking forward to an Autumn Smoothie.
After our run on Saturday, we once again ventured into Oxford for an Ole Miss football game at what seemed an unreasonable hour - kickoff was at 11:22AM. If you follow such things, you know that it was a terrible game for Ole Miss fans particularly, but I learned two important PERSONAL lessons: 1) if you don't plan on eating at a lunchtime game, make sure you eat more for breakfast - and do NOT allow yourself to go with a calorie deficit; 2) stay well hydrated. By the third quarter, I had "cotton-mouth" despite the fact that Brad was generous enough to share his water (as I blew through my bottle in the first half) and felt nauseous. I hated to run out on our boys, but I felt like I might not make it back to the car at all if I did not leave with about 8 minutes left in the 4th quarter. We stopped by the Rebel Shop and picked up a couple bottles of Powerade. There was no friendly sprint back to the car... it was all I could do to make it back to the car, where I just soaked up the cool air from the A/C. Later, that night, I went into a terrible "freak out" session, but luckily, Brad was there and once he brought me some more water (I had been drinking like a fish ever since we returned home), I calmed back down & went back to normal. Scary stuff.
Of course, the most pressing thing on my mind as of late has no relation to either my training or lack of preparation for attending a game in the heat of the day. Instead, it revolves around a seemingly simple concept: self-worth is self-evident. Your worth is inherent from the moment you are created and is not derived from the perception of others or your own actions. If you feel that the only way that you can feel secure in yourself is to put down another person, then you are setting yourself up to be disappointed in the long run.
In some form or fashion, we are all products of our pasts (even though our actual value is a separate thing entirely). Some people have experienced more pain and suffering than others, but you have a choice: you can let these bad things keep you down or you can rise above them. You can assume that everyone is out to get you or give folks the benefit of the doubt. I personally prefer the latter. That certainly doesn't mean that I am confident all people like me, but I do my best to bring reason back into the equation.
However, if I am unable to convince myself that a person meant no harm, then I will more than likely take action. If I have done wrong by another person, then I have no problem apologizing for my actions, and believe me when I say that I will dwell on it for longer than I should. However, I will refuse to apologize for your ignorance. I will feel no remorse for something I did not do. When you feel you are unable to obtain the type of relationship that you desire with another person because of my relationship with that person - not because I have done anything to impede its development but merely because I exist, I will not apologize. If you want something, put in the "legwork". I will do my best to help you in any way that I can to obtain what you desire, but I will not accept childish petulance or any reference to what someone else has done to you. If you want respect from me, treat me with respect. Regardless of what you do, I will make the best of a bad situation, but believe me when I say this... my self-worth will stay intact.
On a lighter note, the smell of baked pumpkin mixed with cinnamon, nutmeg, & ginger is really quite intoxicating.... Looking forward to an Autumn Smoothie.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Takin' a Hike
After a wonderful gator po' boy at Oby's yesterday afternoon and another piece of my super delicious birthday cake (and some SoCola) last night, it seemed only natural that we'd attempt to discover another local trail as we have this idea that we'd like to do some trail running. While the trail today didn't really lend itself to running exactly, it was SUCH a challenge - especially to my glutes. For the most part, I really enjoyed the surroundings. I wasn't taking it at a super aggressive pace, but it's remarkable how a little slithering thing can really light a fire under my feet. Yes, I saw a small little snake slithering across the path and I found myself ready to run the rest of the way. Suffice it say - I REALLY hate snakes... Just hoping that my muscles get plenty of rest tonight so I'll be ready to run/walk my 20 tomorrow morning.
As promised, I will give you the details of my yummy birthday cake....
Brad baked a Sugar Free chocolate cake, split it in half. He placed one layer on the bottom and covered it with a layer of Caramel topping. He sprinkled some crumbled Snickers over that and then put down a layer of homemade fat-free caramel ice cream. Then he topped the ice cream layer with the second half of the chocolate cake and put some fat-free cool whip on the top with more crumbled Snickers sprinkled over the top. Absolutely the most delicious ice cream cake I've ever had. While it's definitely more friendly to my waistline than it COULD be, it's definitely not something I need to be eating every day... no matter how much I might like to.
As promised, I will give you the details of my yummy birthday cake....
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Brad baked a Sugar Free chocolate cake, split it in half. He placed one layer on the bottom and covered it with a layer of Caramel topping. He sprinkled some crumbled Snickers over that and then put down a layer of homemade fat-free caramel ice cream. Then he topped the ice cream layer with the second half of the chocolate cake and put some fat-free cool whip on the top with more crumbled Snickers sprinkled over the top. Absolutely the most delicious ice cream cake I've ever had. While it's definitely more friendly to my waistline than it COULD be, it's definitely not something I need to be eating every day... no matter how much I might like to.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
SABOTAGE!
If I had a headline this morning... that's what it would be.
Once again, I was highly motivated to run this morning... As it is Saturday, I didn't have to worry about being up with the sun, but I was quick to brew my coffee and drink my juice this morning. Just for good measure, I threw on my new bold (no doubt glow-in-the-dark) shorts with the full knowledge that there was no way I was gonna color coordinate, but I was good with it... I mean, when you are so super awesome that you can run for the majority of your time outside... you can do things like that. Or at least that was my rationale.
But... my "coach" had other plans.
From the get go of my first run interval (1mn walk/5mn run), I had a good pace going. Not too fast as to make my lungs scream, but fast enough to feel like I wasn't standing still. I kept an eye on my time, even though it was a bit harder to do this morning than usual as instead of locking on the "tracking" screen, it apparently decided to "wake up" to my normal wake-up screen instead (I do wish I could come up with a better way of explaining it, but alas, that's the best I can do). Well I was about 12:30 in and somewhere well past a mile, when I attempted to get the timer/tracking screen to show and I evidentally hit the "home" button one time too many and I was taken to my "home" page. I attempted to go back into the "5K Coach" app to find that it had conveniently paused the timer for me, but I could get it to start my playlist again without ending my run, so I started my music through the iPod app and went back in to the "coach" app. I started my next run interval, only to notice part way through that my distance had been reset at some point even though my time had not. Devastated. Completely devastated. At that point, it was all I could do to walk the rest of my second loop.
I had been so pleased with my time at first only to let some stupid piece of electronic equipment rob me of the joy I was fighting so hard for. Lesson learned.
Now to take on another 35 minutes on the treadmill to make up for that wasted outing....
Once again, I was highly motivated to run this morning... As it is Saturday, I didn't have to worry about being up with the sun, but I was quick to brew my coffee and drink my juice this morning. Just for good measure, I threw on my new bold (no doubt glow-in-the-dark) shorts with the full knowledge that there was no way I was gonna color coordinate, but I was good with it... I mean, when you are so super awesome that you can run for the majority of your time outside... you can do things like that. Or at least that was my rationale.
But... my "coach" had other plans.
From the get go of my first run interval (1mn walk/5mn run), I had a good pace going. Not too fast as to make my lungs scream, but fast enough to feel like I wasn't standing still. I kept an eye on my time, even though it was a bit harder to do this morning than usual as instead of locking on the "tracking" screen, it apparently decided to "wake up" to my normal wake-up screen instead (I do wish I could come up with a better way of explaining it, but alas, that's the best I can do). Well I was about 12:30 in and somewhere well past a mile, when I attempted to get the timer/tracking screen to show and I evidentally hit the "home" button one time too many and I was taken to my "home" page. I attempted to go back into the "5K Coach" app to find that it had conveniently paused the timer for me, but I could get it to start my playlist again without ending my run, so I started my music through the iPod app and went back in to the "coach" app. I started my next run interval, only to notice part way through that my distance had been reset at some point even though my time had not. Devastated. Completely devastated. At that point, it was all I could do to walk the rest of my second loop.
I had been so pleased with my time at first only to let some stupid piece of electronic equipment rob me of the joy I was fighting so hard for. Lesson learned.
Now to take on another 35 minutes on the treadmill to make up for that wasted outing....
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Setting a new PR!
At the suggestion of my "coach", I decided to drink a cup of coffee BEFORE my run/walk this morning, as he claims coffee is supposed to help you with your "athletic performance" if used regularly. Now considering that I usually leave the house AT sunrise, it would normally be a stretch for me to even think of being up early enough to get the coffee brewed before I hit the door, but my internal alarm clock had gotten wind of my intentions and decided to sound an hour before sunrise. By the time the sun FINALLY decided to cooperate, I'd already had my "simple carb" & cup of coffee and been "suited up" for about 20 minutes... Needless to really say, I was chompin' at the bit.
With a goal of 20 minutes of 1 minute walk/5 minute run cycle, I hit the pavement with my new shoes and armband for company. As I had done when Brad was with me on a couple run last weekend, I kept angling the "face" of the armband toward me so I could watch the time tick to the 1:00 mark and I propelled myself forward, my veins hyped up with coffee and spicy V8.
It wasn't long before I felt that familiar tightness in my chest, even though I was absolutely convinced that I was hobbling along at a snail's pace as the scenery around me seemed to change all too slowly. Of course, I will once again have to chalk it up to "treadmill trama", and as usual, once I let up on the gas, I could focus once more on the task at hand... make it to the 6:00 mark and so on. When it felt like I just couldn't make it, I sought energy from the various tunes playing on my iPhone, and would generally find it - or perhaps I just looked deeper into my personal reserve as this app doesn't exactly lend itself to easily controlling your music on the run, but at any rate... I did my best to keep a good manageable pace on the run intervals and not just completely fall out when I could slow up to a walk. I actually had to modify my intended route as I needed to go a bit farther than I'd anticipated to keep it up for the whole 20 minutes. When I made it back to the house, I was able to really take a gander... I'd managed to have an average pace of 9:55 minutes per mile. That is certainly a PR!!!
While I felt like falling out in the yard just after that last minute running, the enormous sense of pride that overcame me shortly thereafter... made it TOTALLY worth it!
With a goal of 20 minutes of 1 minute walk/5 minute run cycle, I hit the pavement with my new shoes and armband for company. As I had done when Brad was with me on a couple run last weekend, I kept angling the "face" of the armband toward me so I could watch the time tick to the 1:00 mark and I propelled myself forward, my veins hyped up with coffee and spicy V8.
It wasn't long before I felt that familiar tightness in my chest, even though I was absolutely convinced that I was hobbling along at a snail's pace as the scenery around me seemed to change all too slowly. Of course, I will once again have to chalk it up to "treadmill trama", and as usual, once I let up on the gas, I could focus once more on the task at hand... make it to the 6:00 mark and so on. When it felt like I just couldn't make it, I sought energy from the various tunes playing on my iPhone, and would generally find it - or perhaps I just looked deeper into my personal reserve as this app doesn't exactly lend itself to easily controlling your music on the run, but at any rate... I did my best to keep a good manageable pace on the run intervals and not just completely fall out when I could slow up to a walk. I actually had to modify my intended route as I needed to go a bit farther than I'd anticipated to keep it up for the whole 20 minutes. When I made it back to the house, I was able to really take a gander... I'd managed to have an average pace of 9:55 minutes per mile. That is certainly a PR!!!
While I felt like falling out in the yard just after that last minute running, the enormous sense of pride that overcame me shortly thereafter... made it TOTALLY worth it!
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Food and Thoughts
About a month ago, Brad and I worked on some delicious Butterfinger cupcakes at the special request of an intern we'd befriended from his work who was preparing to leave for her first semester at Bama, and boy, they were absolutely delicious. Chocolate Fudge cake mix, butterscotch center, whipped cream frosting with a dusting of crushed Butterfinger over the top... Divine. Simply divine. Anyways, at that time, I had made a point to tell my hubby that he'd have to top that when it came time for my birthday cake, and to hear him tell it, he has been planning ever since. From what I've been able to gather, he has known for a while what he wanted to do - he just wanted to try to cut as many calories out as possible to be kind to our diets. Well, as my birthday is coming up this Sunday, there were a few lower-cal/fat-free items that we couldn't get from the stores around here, so I ventured out into the great big "city" to get them. While Brad was relieved that he didn't have to make the trek after work, he made sure I understood that he was a bit annoyed as the cake itself is a mystery to me but that now that I know these few ingredients... I "already know too much"... Will be sure to share pictures and what not when the time comes...
At any rate, I decided to make a detour to the bookstore to see if I could get a hold of some of the other running magazines out there as I'd already picked up a copy of Runner's World before my appointment with the podiatrist last Thursday. I found two others that I came across during my research last night, Running Times and TrailRunner, but also picked up the new issue of "Runner's World" just for good measure. I must admit this was difficult as I hate to buy anything at list price and for the price of the two issues of Runner's World I've purchased so far (with tax) I could have bought a year's subscription, but anyways... When I got home, I noticed that the toned gal on the front of the October 2010 issue of "Runner's World" had a tag indicating that she had just had her first baby back in April. When I saw that... My jaw hit the floor. At first, I must admit I was jealous, but then I realized something... it's only because it reminds me that I was so lazy before and during my pregnancy. Ah well, I do look forward to reading the accompanying article.
However, before I jumped to the October issue, I knew I needed to finish up the one from September, which brings me to a piece that I thought I'd share, "Liberty + Justice". When I'd come across the brief synopsis of this article in the Editor's Letter, I couldn't help but roll my eyes a little. I mean, I bought this magazine with the idea that it would be about running - not so I could have some ideologue to tell me how wrong I was on the politically charged topic of illegal immigration, but surprisingly enough, I found it an interesting read. In my opinion, the writer did a pretty good job of reporting the facts of the case without being TOO slanted in the delivery. It was interesting to read about the plight of a real person, who, despite doing many positive things for the community in which he was placed for 20 years or so, had never actually bothered to obtain American citizenship. I would be a heartless and cruel person not to sympathize with Mr. Aparicio's situation - after all he sounded to be just the kind of person that I would want to coach my kids someday, but he did not obey the law. He was still a boy when he crossed the border, but as an adult, he did not follow through to become a citizen of the country he apparently loves so much. He knew he was "undocumented", but he let it slide. Of course, one might also point to the fact that he'd been gainfully employed without a need for obtaining citizenship status (which is another aspect of the whole issue that definitely needs to be addressed), but the responsibility of doing the right thing, which he seemed to relish in every other aspect mentioned, rested on his own shoulders. Yes, there was a time when Mr. Aparicio's basic actions would have done nothing more than just prove that he was a fine person and a rather ideal sort of American, but now there are more requirements to become an American, more procedures to follow. There are also more responsibilities that come with being an American - chief among these, paying taxes to fund the various state sponsored programs in which your fellows can partake. I am not a fan of taxes, but it takes money to fund things like government sponsored schools. If you partake in these services, in theory, you should contribute toward them - heck, even people who don't partake of these services have to contribute. Of course, when it comes to schools, the contributions should come from the parents or legal guardians, and if you are an illegal alien who is working here in the States, you/your employer is not paying into the system, so you are stealing these services if you partake of them (or if you aren't using them, you are just declaring that you are superior to all the taxpayers in this country). It might sound a bit crass to say "steal" when it comes to education as it seems like such a basic thing that we the people provide to our children, but it's not truly free. The money must come from somewhere. I don't like the system that we find ourselves in, but until it is changed, or perhaps completely overhauled, it just seems natural to operate under the laws we already have in place. Of course, this is only one aspect of the need to enforce the immigration laws we have on the books already, but as this aspect was constantly brought into the limelight throughout the article, it was the one I guess I felt most pertinent to my commentary. Whatever your personal opinion on the issue, I hope that you too will find the article an interesting read.
As for training, today was supposed to be a rest day, but I just had a lot of energy, so I threw in a 30 minute session on the treadmill for good measure. Still pleased with the new shoes.
At any rate, I decided to make a detour to the bookstore to see if I could get a hold of some of the other running magazines out there as I'd already picked up a copy of Runner's World before my appointment with the podiatrist last Thursday. I found two others that I came across during my research last night, Running Times and TrailRunner, but also picked up the new issue of "Runner's World" just for good measure. I must admit this was difficult as I hate to buy anything at list price and for the price of the two issues of Runner's World I've purchased so far (with tax) I could have bought a year's subscription, but anyways... When I got home, I noticed that the toned gal on the front of the October 2010 issue of "Runner's World" had a tag indicating that she had just had her first baby back in April. When I saw that... My jaw hit the floor. At first, I must admit I was jealous, but then I realized something... it's only because it reminds me that I was so lazy before and during my pregnancy. Ah well, I do look forward to reading the accompanying article.
However, before I jumped to the October issue, I knew I needed to finish up the one from September, which brings me to a piece that I thought I'd share, "Liberty + Justice". When I'd come across the brief synopsis of this article in the Editor's Letter, I couldn't help but roll my eyes a little. I mean, I bought this magazine with the idea that it would be about running - not so I could have some ideologue to tell me how wrong I was on the politically charged topic of illegal immigration, but surprisingly enough, I found it an interesting read. In my opinion, the writer did a pretty good job of reporting the facts of the case without being TOO slanted in the delivery. It was interesting to read about the plight of a real person, who, despite doing many positive things for the community in which he was placed for 20 years or so, had never actually bothered to obtain American citizenship. I would be a heartless and cruel person not to sympathize with Mr. Aparicio's situation - after all he sounded to be just the kind of person that I would want to coach my kids someday, but he did not obey the law. He was still a boy when he crossed the border, but as an adult, he did not follow through to become a citizen of the country he apparently loves so much. He knew he was "undocumented", but he let it slide. Of course, one might also point to the fact that he'd been gainfully employed without a need for obtaining citizenship status (which is another aspect of the whole issue that definitely needs to be addressed), but the responsibility of doing the right thing, which he seemed to relish in every other aspect mentioned, rested on his own shoulders. Yes, there was a time when Mr. Aparicio's basic actions would have done nothing more than just prove that he was a fine person and a rather ideal sort of American, but now there are more requirements to become an American, more procedures to follow. There are also more responsibilities that come with being an American - chief among these, paying taxes to fund the various state sponsored programs in which your fellows can partake. I am not a fan of taxes, but it takes money to fund things like government sponsored schools. If you partake in these services, in theory, you should contribute toward them - heck, even people who don't partake of these services have to contribute. Of course, when it comes to schools, the contributions should come from the parents or legal guardians, and if you are an illegal alien who is working here in the States, you/your employer is not paying into the system, so you are stealing these services if you partake of them (or if you aren't using them, you are just declaring that you are superior to all the taxpayers in this country). It might sound a bit crass to say "steal" when it comes to education as it seems like such a basic thing that we the people provide to our children, but it's not truly free. The money must come from somewhere. I don't like the system that we find ourselves in, but until it is changed, or perhaps completely overhauled, it just seems natural to operate under the laws we already have in place. Of course, this is only one aspect of the need to enforce the immigration laws we have on the books already, but as this aspect was constantly brought into the limelight throughout the article, it was the one I guess I felt most pertinent to my commentary. Whatever your personal opinion on the issue, I hope that you too will find the article an interesting read.
As for training, today was supposed to be a rest day, but I just had a lot of energy, so I threw in a 30 minute session on the treadmill for good measure. Still pleased with the new shoes.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
In with the new....
When my new shoes first arrived last Thursday afternoon, my right foot was unable to indulge in a test drive due in part to the condition of its "big" toe, but mostly because of the protective dressing around it (read "really large"). My left foot was able to take a few steps within its new shoe, but unfortunately I was unable to get a good feel for how the shoes would, well, feel as experiencing them as a pair tends to be a bit more reliable than just one or the other. Due to my concern for the nailless toe, I opted to take my old RunTones on our trip to my in-laws this weekend.
These shoes have been my go-to pair since I bought them in March. I've walked quite a few miles in them on the pavement and the treadmill - but also around various malls. They been with me through every one of my sessions with Jari and even a few others such as my "The Firm: Ultimate Fat Burning Workout" and "Reebok: Intense Moves". With their help, I've shed about 30-35 of the 45 lbs. I've lost since February.
Today, I decided to give my Brooks a shot - mainly because I felt like it was high time I at least tried them out in some capacity, and as my "coach" prescribed an hour of cross-training for today's task, I figured I could put them to a bit of test with another session with Jari. One of the first things I noticed was the ventilation difference - on the surface, they appear to have the same design, but I could feel more air flow even just moving around in the living room. Another notable difference? I felt oh-so light on my feet.
Now, for the first few minutes, the middle of my right foot was attempting to rebel against the shoe - as if it wanted to roll out and the shoe meant for it to roll in. It was a bit unsettling, but as it eventually seemed to settle down, I can only presume that it was due to the fact that I'd been underpronating all weekend in an attempt to reduce pressure on my toe.
One of the main selling points of the RunTones was the fact that they would create instability to make your muscle work harder. To some, this would sound like a bunch of crap, but as I was doing various exercises with my new STABLE shoes, particularly those that required me to balance on one leg, were all weird because I was so UNSTABLE. Apparently my body will just have to learn how to be stable without instability again - almost makes me wonder what holding some yoga poses would be like about now. Or it might just be that my feet just react that way when I have shoes on, because I've done fine barefoot with the various balance poses and stretches I've attempted recently. Feet really are pretty awesome like that.
Oh well, I'm not convinced that it's completely a case of "out with the old, in with the new", BUT it is the start...
These shoes have been my go-to pair since I bought them in March. I've walked quite a few miles in them on the pavement and the treadmill - but also around various malls. They been with me through every one of my sessions with Jari and even a few others such as my "The Firm: Ultimate Fat Burning Workout" and "Reebok: Intense Moves". With their help, I've shed about 30-35 of the 45 lbs. I've lost since February.
Today, I decided to give my Brooks a shot - mainly because I felt like it was high time I at least tried them out in some capacity, and as my "coach" prescribed an hour of cross-training for today's task, I figured I could put them to a bit of test with another session with Jari. One of the first things I noticed was the ventilation difference - on the surface, they appear to have the same design, but I could feel more air flow even just moving around in the living room. Another notable difference? I felt oh-so light on my feet.
Now, for the first few minutes, the middle of my right foot was attempting to rebel against the shoe - as if it wanted to roll out and the shoe meant for it to roll in. It was a bit unsettling, but as it eventually seemed to settle down, I can only presume that it was due to the fact that I'd been underpronating all weekend in an attempt to reduce pressure on my toe.
One of the main selling points of the RunTones was the fact that they would create instability to make your muscle work harder. To some, this would sound like a bunch of crap, but as I was doing various exercises with my new STABLE shoes, particularly those that required me to balance on one leg, were all weird because I was so UNSTABLE. Apparently my body will just have to learn how to be stable without instability again - almost makes me wonder what holding some yoga poses would be like about now. Or it might just be that my feet just react that way when I have shoes on, because I've done fine barefoot with the various balance poses and stretches I've attempted recently. Feet really are pretty awesome like that.
Oh well, I'm not convinced that it's completely a case of "out with the old, in with the new", BUT it is the start...
Monday, September 06, 2010
Weekend Warrior?
Even though I was still in a fair amount of pain/discomfort on Friday, I did manage to complete Ellen Barrett's "Slim Sculpt" and the last segment of the "Ballet Body" workout. When I first started doing the Slim Sculpt workout back in January/February, it really was difficult to go more than about 5 minutes with even my 3 lbs. weights due to the big ranges of motion. However, after several months away from the routine, I was pleasantly surprised to be able to easily handle the whole weight section on Friday. Even brings a smile to my face now...
After some TLC from my mother-in-law for my gimpy toe on Friday night, I headed out to tackle the first long run of this "5K Coach" program with my hubby. I was amazed at how much he motivated me to keep going and to keep pushing my pace. I was quite satisfied with our performance (even though I knew full well that I was holding him back, but he got his all-out sprint in at the end) over the 30 minutes - 1 minute walk, 3 minute run. Later that day, we headed over to see our Rebels play and even though the game didn't turn out the way we would have liked, we still felt a good bit of satisfaction for keeping up our pace on the way back to the car - and even sprinting back to the car once we reached the mall parking lot.
On Sunday, we decided to check out a local trail with the intention of running a bit on it, but my toe really wasn't feeling up to that sort of a challenge - especially about a half mile down the trail when we were essentially running in water. We had a moderate sort of pace, but evidentally it was effective because shortly after our run this morning (20 minutes - 1 min walk, 5 min run), my glutes were definitely feeling it. In fact, they are STILL feeling it, so hopefully all will go well with my cross-training tomorrow.
As sort of a side note, I've had my new shoes since last Thursday, but was afraid to break them in this weekend with the toe. Looking forward to trying them out on Thursday if not before.
After some TLC from my mother-in-law for my gimpy toe on Friday night, I headed out to tackle the first long run of this "5K Coach" program with my hubby. I was amazed at how much he motivated me to keep going and to keep pushing my pace. I was quite satisfied with our performance (even though I knew full well that I was holding him back, but he got his all-out sprint in at the end) over the 30 minutes - 1 minute walk, 3 minute run. Later that day, we headed over to see our Rebels play and even though the game didn't turn out the way we would have liked, we still felt a good bit of satisfaction for keeping up our pace on the way back to the car - and even sprinting back to the car once we reached the mall parking lot.
On Sunday, we decided to check out a local trail with the intention of running a bit on it, but my toe really wasn't feeling up to that sort of a challenge - especially about a half mile down the trail when we were essentially running in water. We had a moderate sort of pace, but evidentally it was effective because shortly after our run this morning (20 minutes - 1 min walk, 5 min run), my glutes were definitely feeling it. In fact, they are STILL feeling it, so hopefully all will go well with my cross-training tomorrow.
As sort of a side note, I've had my new shoes since last Thursday, but was afraid to break them in this weekend with the toe. Looking forward to trying them out on Thursday if not before.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Mission Accomplished!
According to my "5K Coach" (an app on my iPhone), yesterday was supposed to be a day of rest. I feel I actually followed the recommendation, but I DID get in a nice walk as I pushed Coop around the neighborhood in his stroller and he seemed to have a good time, humming for part of the way - presumably to try to stay awake. I must admit that I was impressed that he actually kept his cap and glasses on the whole time.
When I woke up this morning... well perhaps the 5th and final time I woke up this morning because evidentally I drank entirely TOO much water before I went to bed last night... I felt fresh and ready to tackle the walk/run goal set by my coach. Since my first attempt on Monday, I've been taking in all kinds of digital material about breathing exercises, general running tips, common mistakes beginners make, etc. As a result, when I laced up this morning, I felt like I was better prepared to take on the challenge ahead of me.
Goal: For a total of 15 minutes - Walk 1 minute, Run 3 minutes
Result: Surprisingly, I was able to handle the task quite easily. When I first quickened my pace to a run, my lungs attempted to freak me out again as they had on Monday, but then I consciously slowed my pace and suddenly breathing was rather natural again. The most amazing thing to me? That when I slowed up, I was still faster than I typically "run" on the treadmill, even though I felt like I was dragging behind my normal walk. Brad pointed out that I'm actually able to realize my full stride length outside, which would account for the speed difference. Honestly, that gives me hope...
Of course, I have a potential temporary stride-breaker... Either as a result of a pedicure gone bad or shoes that were too tight when I was preggers, I have two big toenails that need to be dealt with... well I HAD two.
Now I have one. And just part of it will have to go. I might need to take a break from my normal morning walk tomorrow morning, so I can instead allow my toe to heal, but I should be able to manage to do some sort of cross-training as recommended by my coach. Reckon we'll see when morning comes...
When I woke up this morning... well perhaps the 5th and final time I woke up this morning because evidentally I drank entirely TOO much water before I went to bed last night... I felt fresh and ready to tackle the walk/run goal set by my coach. Since my first attempt on Monday, I've been taking in all kinds of digital material about breathing exercises, general running tips, common mistakes beginners make, etc. As a result, when I laced up this morning, I felt like I was better prepared to take on the challenge ahead of me.
Goal: For a total of 15 minutes - Walk 1 minute, Run 3 minutes
Result: Surprisingly, I was able to handle the task quite easily. When I first quickened my pace to a run, my lungs attempted to freak me out again as they had on Monday, but then I consciously slowed my pace and suddenly breathing was rather natural again. The most amazing thing to me? That when I slowed up, I was still faster than I typically "run" on the treadmill, even though I felt like I was dragging behind my normal walk. Brad pointed out that I'm actually able to realize my full stride length outside, which would account for the speed difference. Honestly, that gives me hope...
Of course, I have a potential temporary stride-breaker... Either as a result of a pedicure gone bad or shoes that were too tight when I was preggers, I have two big toenails that need to be dealt with... well I HAD two.
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Now I have one. And just part of it will have to go. I might need to take a break from my normal morning walk tomorrow morning, so I can instead allow my toe to heal, but I should be able to manage to do some sort of cross-training as recommended by my coach. Reckon we'll see when morning comes...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saving the Ta-Tas - one step at a time.....
As I mentioned in my last post, I had found that my feet had taken a pretty harsh beating once I decided to "take it outside", so I decided to begin my quest for some "real" running shoes (sorry, RunTones, but I think it's high time my shoes worked with me and not against me). Armed with the knowledge that I have hopelessly flat feet, I sought out shoes that were designed for feet like mine. In my research, I kept coming across a couple different models of Brooks shoes (Addiction, Ariel) and the Saucony ProGrid Stabil CS. Normally, I would have jumped on one of them, but as I've never had any experience with either brand, I thought I'd ask a few of my "runner" friends. Most favored Saucony, but I kept getting asked if I was training for a race. Now, as I've NEVER been the least bit athletic, my initial thoughts were completely dismissive, but after the first couple times, my curiosity started to get the best of me. Then, finally, while I was on my walk last Friday morning, I resolved that I would train for a 5K.
When selecting an event, I had no idea where to start, so I reverted to my typical "when in doubt, just Google" mentality. I found a couple of local events scheduled for October and I decided check with one of our friends who always wanted to participate in a 5K if she would be interested. Then she threw in a local "Race for the Cure 5K" event, and I knew that was the one. October 23rd will be the day!
So now in my mind, it becomes all the more important to find the right shoes. Enter RoadRunnerSports.com. My niece had raved about them as they allow you to try your shoes out for 60 days so that you KNOW they are the right shoes for you (with VIP membership), so I figured I'd check them out. After reviewing their recommendations based on my responses to the ShoeDog over the course of a couple days, I finally decided to order some Brooks Trance 9. I can hardly wait for them to arrive.
In the meantime, I'm making the most of my RunTones. Due to rain on Saturday morning, I decided to go for a jog on the treadmill and actually managed to jog for 30 minutes straight. However, when I attempted to run/walk yesterday OUTSIDE, it was like my lungs didn't want to function, so my immediate goal is to find some breathing exercises that will help me conquer the 'out of doors'. Today my task was to "cross-train", which I realize isn't as serious as it sounds, so I decided to do my "Ballet Body" workout by Jennifer Galardi as it does a good job stretching and strengthening without going overboard. I'm just concerned that I won't give my body adequate rest to truly train like I need to because I'm so concerned that I might just relapse if I purposefully slack off, but I will keep my mind open and listen closely.
When selecting an event, I had no idea where to start, so I reverted to my typical "when in doubt, just Google" mentality. I found a couple of local events scheduled for October and I decided check with one of our friends who always wanted to participate in a 5K if she would be interested. Then she threw in a local "Race for the Cure 5K" event, and I knew that was the one. October 23rd will be the day!
So now in my mind, it becomes all the more important to find the right shoes. Enter RoadRunnerSports.com. My niece had raved about them as they allow you to try your shoes out for 60 days so that you KNOW they are the right shoes for you (with VIP membership), so I figured I'd check them out. After reviewing their recommendations based on my responses to the ShoeDog over the course of a couple days, I finally decided to order some Brooks Trance 9. I can hardly wait for them to arrive.
In the meantime, I'm making the most of my RunTones. Due to rain on Saturday morning, I decided to go for a jog on the treadmill and actually managed to jog for 30 minutes straight. However, when I attempted to run/walk yesterday OUTSIDE, it was like my lungs didn't want to function, so my immediate goal is to find some breathing exercises that will help me conquer the 'out of doors'. Today my task was to "cross-train", which I realize isn't as serious as it sounds, so I decided to do my "Ballet Body" workout by Jennifer Galardi as it does a good job stretching and strengthening without going overboard. I'm just concerned that I won't give my body adequate rest to truly train like I need to because I'm so concerned that I might just relapse if I purposefully slack off, but I will keep my mind open and listen closely.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Pounding the pavement...
For the last couple months, Cooper's morning nap has marked my time for exercise - either logging some miles on the treadmill or doing one of the workout segments on Jari Love's Get Extremely Ripped 1000. Back in the spring, I tried pushing him around in his stroller, which was fine except he'd generally fall asleep on the way, so when we got back to the house he'd be ready to go and I still wanted a shower. Not to mention that I was starting to get concerned about the temperatures in late spring.
Well, last week, we had the good fortune of being able to spend time with Nana and Poppy as Brad was out of town. After Coop was fed and I had my cup of coffee (as it DOES seem to help me pick up the pace as you will), I was able to go for a really invigorating power walk around the neighborhood while he was able to run around the house and bang on Tupperware. This leads me to make a completely obvious observation - it's sooo much harder to pound the pavement than it is on a treadmill. Obviously there's the temperature difference... Although, I think it was the humidity more so than the temperature - one of those great things about being in the South I guess, but the pavement did the most damage as it were. I mean I knew that running on a treadmill was easier on your joints, but geez... Most of I did was a fast walk.... and boy, my feet are STILL feeling it!
Of course, my feet feel like they've been beaten to a pulp after a result of heavy walking for a week, but as I was logging some of those miles, I couldn't help but laugh when my fingers swelled to about the twice the size they were when I was pregnant. In a way, it was a little disconcerting because I could scarcely bend them at one point, but staying hydrated and being able to pass the little Gatorade bottle from one hand to the other did help reduce the swelling.
Now, I'm left wondering how to incorporate walking outside with other activities because I think I'm slightly addicted...
Well, last week, we had the good fortune of being able to spend time with Nana and Poppy as Brad was out of town. After Coop was fed and I had my cup of coffee (as it DOES seem to help me pick up the pace as you will), I was able to go for a really invigorating power walk around the neighborhood while he was able to run around the house and bang on Tupperware. This leads me to make a completely obvious observation - it's sooo much harder to pound the pavement than it is on a treadmill. Obviously there's the temperature difference... Although, I think it was the humidity more so than the temperature - one of those great things about being in the South I guess, but the pavement did the most damage as it were. I mean I knew that running on a treadmill was easier on your joints, but geez... Most of I did was a fast walk.... and boy, my feet are STILL feeling it!
Of course, my feet feel like they've been beaten to a pulp after a result of heavy walking for a week, but as I was logging some of those miles, I couldn't help but laugh when my fingers swelled to about the twice the size they were when I was pregnant. In a way, it was a little disconcerting because I could scarcely bend them at one point, but staying hydrated and being able to pass the little Gatorade bottle from one hand to the other did help reduce the swelling.
Now, I'm left wondering how to incorporate walking outside with other activities because I think I'm slightly addicted...
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Warrior In Me
Years ago when my momma chose the name "Kelly" for me, I wonder if she somehow innately knew what kind of girl I'd turn out to be. I mean when I first picked up a baby name meaning book when I was probably 10 or so, I remember being slightly annoyed when I found all my friends names meant all these dainty girly things and I was seemingly relegated to "female warrior". However, as time has gone on... I've developed a sense of pride over this more aggressive sort of name, because I feel it suits my personality.
Now, having said that... I feel if someone just met me on a street they would probably see me as a gentle and docile sort of person. I don't think this assessment would be a mistake, but when I feel as if my sense of justice has been affronted, a sort of mania sets in, and I find myself self-medicating (even for days) by arguing my case against the aggressor. By using reason, I can generally assuage my thirst. In most cases, that's all that is warranted, but in others, I feel as if more action is necessary and never satisfied to be anyone's victim, I do all that I can to make it right, even if it's as simple as writing a letter.
But what is a girl to do when the battle is not necessarily hers to fight?
What if those "slings and arrows" are being aimed at the one you love dearest and best?
Where should the line be drawn between avid supporter and bizarre helicopter "mom"?
Apparently in the outside world, it's not uncommon for the water cooler talk to consist of rumors about the extracurricular activities of co-workers, and to a certain extent, I can understand that. However, when your employer steps in to take action to silence these rumors, as ill-conceived as they may be, it seems as if there is a level of professional courtesy that should be extended. For example, if your manager tells you that s/he knows that nothing is going on, is it really necessary to chastise you by telling you to have no contact with the other person - even to the detriment of your job related duties? Personally, I would say no. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it actually makes the situation worse, because it gives some odd credibility to the unsubstantiated rumors.
Bottom line: There is a better way to handle such a situation than backhand your employees as you smile. For example, you could emphasize the need for one party to focus on another area and encourage him/her to consult someone else for assistance. In my mind, this would avoid the potential defamation of character that seems inevitable when you reprimand.
Of course, a real slick touch is to do these things "off-the-record", so you can be a jerk and seemingly get away with it.
Tact is not always easy, and despite what some of my favorite TV shows and movies might try to lead me to believe, being a manager isn't either. But if time and time again, you as a manager prove to be lacking in tact - in fact, I might go so far to say as if you don't even care to try... I might question your qualification for your position.
Now, having said that... I feel if someone just met me on a street they would probably see me as a gentle and docile sort of person. I don't think this assessment would be a mistake, but when I feel as if my sense of justice has been affronted, a sort of mania sets in, and I find myself self-medicating (even for days) by arguing my case against the aggressor. By using reason, I can generally assuage my thirst. In most cases, that's all that is warranted, but in others, I feel as if more action is necessary and never satisfied to be anyone's victim, I do all that I can to make it right, even if it's as simple as writing a letter.
But what is a girl to do when the battle is not necessarily hers to fight?
What if those "slings and arrows" are being aimed at the one you love dearest and best?
Where should the line be drawn between avid supporter and bizarre helicopter "mom"?
Apparently in the outside world, it's not uncommon for the water cooler talk to consist of rumors about the extracurricular activities of co-workers, and to a certain extent, I can understand that. However, when your employer steps in to take action to silence these rumors, as ill-conceived as they may be, it seems as if there is a level of professional courtesy that should be extended. For example, if your manager tells you that s/he knows that nothing is going on, is it really necessary to chastise you by telling you to have no contact with the other person - even to the detriment of your job related duties? Personally, I would say no. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it actually makes the situation worse, because it gives some odd credibility to the unsubstantiated rumors.
Bottom line: There is a better way to handle such a situation than backhand your employees as you smile. For example, you could emphasize the need for one party to focus on another area and encourage him/her to consult someone else for assistance. In my mind, this would avoid the potential defamation of character that seems inevitable when you reprimand.
Of course, a real slick touch is to do these things "off-the-record", so you can be a jerk and seemingly get away with it.
Tact is not always easy, and despite what some of my favorite TV shows and movies might try to lead me to believe, being a manager isn't either. But if time and time again, you as a manager prove to be lacking in tact - in fact, I might go so far to say as if you don't even care to try... I might question your qualification for your position.
Friday, July 09, 2010
Gimme Three Steps....
I have no way of knowing if Coop knew about his 9-month check-up beforehand, but somehow he managed to sneak in 3 whole steps on his lonesome the day before. It was just about the most shocking thing to happen round these parts. He's been cruisin' around on the furniture and intermittently standing on his own for a good while now, but as we'd been reminded repeatedly over these last couple of months, Brad had done the same thing at about the same age, only to wait until he was around 13 months or so to really get in a few solo steps. Well, Brad was supporting Coop's stand as both Brad and I were sitting on the floor, and then all the sudden, I have a happy little man walking toward me - ON HIS VERY OWN! He got in a good three steps before he reached me and that little feat seemed to satisfy his wanderlust for the moment, so Brad and I just stared at one another in amazement of what we'd just seen. To everyone else, I'm sure it sounds mundane, but that moment was truly special. No more solo steps since that day as of yet, but you just never know with this kid.
Coop's check-up went well. He weighed in at 22 lbs. 3 oz. and they measured his height at about 29 1/4 in. At this point, I must add the swell of pride that I felt when the mother of an adorable 1-year-old remarked on how big Coop is for his age. Yes, I realize that there are other children who are of similar age and build, but please forgive me for still being as proud of him as if his growth was a singular sort of feat. I could have hugged the nurse who joked about his D-1 prospect potential, because you see I eat that sort of stuff up!
Coop's check-up went well. He weighed in at 22 lbs. 3 oz. and they measured his height at about 29 1/4 in. At this point, I must add the swell of pride that I felt when the mother of an adorable 1-year-old remarked on how big Coop is for his age. Yes, I realize that there are other children who are of similar age and build, but please forgive me for still being as proud of him as if his growth was a singular sort of feat. I could have hugged the nurse who joked about his D-1 prospect potential, because you see I eat that sort of stuff up!
Monday, July 05, 2010
Clearly an afterthought...
So almost as soon as I posted my last blurb, a thought dawned on me. These "absentee comparisons" also seem to arise in general conversations particularly when children are involved. I can be engaged in the most perfectly delightful conversation and then WHAM! Here comes the "my grand/kid is better than your kid". To be clear, that phrase is never uttered, but it is very much implied. Perhaps some folks aren't as overly sensitive to crap like that as I apparently am, and I'm pretty well aware that the things that are said in these moments are just a way of making conversation and perhaps relating to the other person, but after so many years of basically trying to figure out my worth in comparison to others, I find the whole thing quite taxing, so as much as I might enjoy the company otherwise... I take great comfort in my later "hermitude" and being able to appreciate my wee man for the joy he is in his own right.
In later conversations on this subject, I was accused of not being positive enough and that I listen for anything that sounds like a slight so I can use it to further beat-up my self-image. Perhaps it's just denial, but I tend to disagree with that assessment. I heartily enjoy observing the various aspects that make up the wonderful people I call friends, and rarely do these perceived slights cause my opinion of the person involved to be diminished in any way. I am not a social butterfly who revels in the company of a group as I prefer direct interactions which crowds do not always allow, but I do enjoy watching the way that different personalities come together as it can be so enlightening about the individuals involved.
As to my battered self-image, I'm not quite certain that the description is accurate. Do I have insecurities? Yes. Am I unable to recognize my own worth? No. Having said that, it is not uncommon for me to wonder why it seems like other people don't necessarily share the same opinion of me as I have of myself. As I write this, am I quite aware of how crazy this sounds? You betcha, but it doesn't change the fact that I think these things. God created each of us with our own strengths and weaknesses, and I do my best to keep up with mine & keep them in check, so I do as little harm to others as humanly possible.
And now perhaps I can get some rest...
In later conversations on this subject, I was accused of not being positive enough and that I listen for anything that sounds like a slight so I can use it to further beat-up my self-image. Perhaps it's just denial, but I tend to disagree with that assessment. I heartily enjoy observing the various aspects that make up the wonderful people I call friends, and rarely do these perceived slights cause my opinion of the person involved to be diminished in any way. I am not a social butterfly who revels in the company of a group as I prefer direct interactions which crowds do not always allow, but I do enjoy watching the way that different personalities come together as it can be so enlightening about the individuals involved.
As to my battered self-image, I'm not quite certain that the description is accurate. Do I have insecurities? Yes. Am I unable to recognize my own worth? No. Having said that, it is not uncommon for me to wonder why it seems like other people don't necessarily share the same opinion of me as I have of myself. As I write this, am I quite aware of how crazy this sounds? You betcha, but it doesn't change the fact that I think these things. God created each of us with our own strengths and weaknesses, and I do my best to keep up with mine & keep them in check, so I do as little harm to others as humanly possible.
And now perhaps I can get some rest...
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