Thursday, July 26, 2012

SP 4th Blog - May 10, 2010


Things are going along swimmingly, I completed my 5 mile training run on Tuesday and my 3 mile training run yesterday. I have a 3 mile run scheduled tomorrow morning and a (hopefully) 12 mile run early Saturday morning.  I ended up with an average of 9:48 miles on Tuesday and 10 minute miles yesterday, but I'll get there!  My weight is still bouncing around from 127-130, but I've definitely noticed more definition the past week what with getting back into the running groove again, so maybe I'll have more news on that soon!


When I first started my re-posting of Sparkpeople blogs, I was hesitant to post these because I would blog on Sparkpeople with the comfort that very few people read my blog. Now that I have more readers, I suppose I feel as though I'm making myself vulnerable to other people's criticisms. I also hedged around the idea of posting my more negative blogs.  But at least these types of blogs are something I know many people can relate to, just know it does get easier!



Down 30 lbs, why aren't I happier??

Monday, May 10, 2010

Well, I've lost more weight, I'm officially 30 lbs down since February. So I should be ecstatic right?? I am happy, I just feel kinda down because well... even after 30 lbs I still have 100 lbs left to lose. That really just makes you think a bit, but at the same time I guess that also means I'm almost a quarter of the way through. I'm trying to be optimistic, but man, sometimes it's just so dang hard to not be self-pitying... I mean I've been fat since I was a little kid, like 8 years old! It's like I never had a chance! But at least I'm doing something about it, so I'll just keep trucking. I think what really threw me into a downward spiral was that on Saturday my fiance and I were going through the manual for his bike when we came across the weight limit. It was 359 lbs and my fat ass broke the limit. Well, this really sucks because I've ridden with him many times and all of a sudden now I can't because I'm too dang fat! Course my fiance said that he would still take me out, we just had to be careful. But honestly how would I feel if his bike broke because of me??? I've got to lose 32 lbs before I can ride with him again. Which summer will be practically over then! I broke down crying after we did the math. I was so humiliated and self loathing. It'll be okay, I know, and there's always next year, I just wish I had started this journey last year before I gained 55 lbs. Then I'd only be 45 lbs away from my goal right now. But I do believe there's a reason for everything. I just need to pray more and keep my chin up. Sorry for anyone that reads this, we all need encouragement not depressing blogs!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

I am a Runner. It is fun.

I believe one of these videos was posted within our Ragnar Relay team's chat pages and I found it so funny I had to look up more.  This one is one of my favorites:
Particularly because as a runner I find myself having this conversation with myself.  Yes, runners do realize they sound fucking insane (or maybe are a little bit). 


Here lately I've been thinking myself quite insane indeed.  Why?  Because I am running a marathon.  Shocking news, I know!  Let's step back a bit.  Do you all remember the Jack Rector Beacon 25k? After I finished that run, I was convinced that I could run a marathon, and that is essentially all it took to make me decide that I would run a marathon.  Don't get me wrong, I had a terrible time of it the last couple miles of that run, but I had not properly trained and was not at all prepared.  Because of these minute details, I was convinced even further that I could run a marathon; if I can run 15.5 miles with little training, then surely I could run 26.2 with aggressive training!


From this point on, I continued with my running and Zumba instructing, all the while the prospect of running a marathon became the pinnacle of everything I had worked towards.  I became more and more excited and when my SIL told me she and her friend were thinking about running a marathon in San Antonio in November, I told her I was in!   I stayed excited for quite some time after this decision, then suddenly, once the time had come to register, I became irrationally terrified.  Not irrational because running a marathon is a piece of cake, but irrational because I know I can do it.  I made a post about my terror to my Ragnar Relay team and they told me all the stuff I already know.... "Just do it." and such, but apparently I needed to hear it, or else I needed to post about it so I would have some accountability.  How am I supposed to tell my Ragnar Relay team that I bitched out of running a marathon?  I mustn't, I can't, and I won't.  (One of the few times that it's okay to utter these words).  So I registered for the marathon, now taking place in Tulsa as opposed to San Antonio (for timing purposes) and am in my second week of training.  During my freak out, our Ragnar team captain, Rik, offered to call me and go over my training plans.  This phone call helped quite a bit, actually.  He has run 4 marathons, now, and gave me great advice, helped me alter my training plan to be more manageable and even suggested a few things to help with my knee pain.  One suggestion was Yoga for Runners, I still haven't started this yet. =/  But I intend to this week.  I did, however, start doing some exercises for my IT band that seem to be helping.  Since registering for the marathon, my terror has ebbed, but I do go back and forth between nervousness and excitement.  "Why be so nervous?", one might ask.  Well, one morning I stumbled upon marathon finishes on Youtube; I spent the entire morning watching videos like this one and psyching myself out.  Probably not entirely healthy for my marathon training mentality.
This, along with hitting "The Wall" and shitting myself are my big concerns in relation to running a marathon.  But I'm going to train thoroughly, eat well and just do my very best.  I plan to use porta potties as needed, when it comes to shitting myself vs. 2 minutes off my time, I'll take the slow road.  


While I am still nervous... I believe my excitement is starting to predominate again.  I have a friend that is not running the marathon with us, but wants to do the long runs with me during training and she actually runs about my pace!  I'm SUPER excited about that!  The runs she can't make I can run with the OKC Landrunners, but it's nice to actually have an unofficial running partner!  Most of the runners I know locally are fast runners, or not long distance runners, so it's been kind of a bummer thinking about doing those 14+ mile training runs by myself.  Speaking of training, I have my training plan in order, I might try to make it a habit to post it every week to help keep track and to keep myself accountable.  Last week was my unofficial start; according to Hal Higdon's training plan it's a week early and I'm a few long runs ahead of the OKC Landrunners so I wasn't as strict as I hope to be throughout the rest of my training.  On the schedule I had two 3 mile runs, one 5 mile run and one 6 mile run.  I ended up doing one 3.3 mile run, one 2.6 mile run and one 10 mile run. So a bit more than a mile short.  Not a great start, I admit, but there was lots going on last week.  This week, I have one 5 mile run, two 3 mile runs and a 12 mile run on the agenda.  (I've adapted Hal Higdon's training plan and the OKC Landrunner's plan to add in some extra mileage.  I have an extra 18 mile run in there and I made one of the 20 mile runs a 22 mile run.)  Below is a summary of what I have been doing as far as workouts go:


 This is what my workout schedule will be during training.  I'm sure the items in red will drop off by the end of it all, though I plan to try and keep at least one Yoga class in my rotation to try and help prevent injury.:





So, there you go.  I am running a marathon.  I am a runner and it is fun.  I am fucking insane.  This is one aspect of insanity I feel privileged and proud to take part in.  I thank God for my strong body, the determination to keep going forth with new goals and bouts of insanity, and especially the awesome people to share this special part of my life with. ;)

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Giveaway! (Not mine)

Carrie from What Have I got to Lose is doing a giveaway for a Bondi Band Armband.  I hate the armband I have for my I-Pod right now and would love to try this out, so I obviously had to get all the entries I could!  So if you're interested, you can check out Carrie's giveaway here.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Runner - It's What's for Dinner

I  had a pretty good weekend, uneventful for the most part, but enjoyable.  Friday morning I got up and started my weekend off right, with a long run of course.  I set out for 10 miles around 8:30 (all too late for these Oklahoma summers!); it was already hot and muggy and it took me a good half a mile to find my tempo.  A little over two miles into my run, something came out of nowhere and whacked me on the back of the head.  Then I felt claws graze my scalp.  It was terrifying.  I hollered what I think sounded like "What the fuck!!??!", then promptly surveyed my surroundings to see if anyone overheard my explicit outburst.  Luckily no one was around (I'll take this opportunity to explain to the reader that I have been working on my foul mouth for some time now; however, when it comes to running I find myself fully uncensored, so please excuse me), except for the bird.  The damned creature had swooped down in front of me after it's attack and then proceeded to park itself in a tree across the street from me.   We're not talking about a sparrow or a pigeon or whatever the hell else kind of small birds you see all over the place - in the streets and lining the telephone lines.  We, in fact, are talking about something not unlike a crow or a raven or maybe even a small hawk.  It's wingspan was massive, at least a foot and a half across; I will even venture to say it was probably closer to two feet.  At this point it was necessary to cross the street to continue about my course.  I warily eyed the creature sitting forebodingly in the branches of a suddenly eerie looking tree and as fast as I could, sprinted across the street and away from the demon creature.
Source
It was staring at me as I did this and I could feel it's eyes boring into the back of my head as I took off down the street.  About a mile later, I finally calmed down a bit after freaking out about the bird germs that were all in my hair and continued on my run without further incident.  I made it through 7.5 miles at a decent pace and walking only once to eat some GU gels, but after that point the heat and humidity started dragging me down and I found myself walking quite a bit the last 2.5 miles.  Even so, my pace ended up being ~11:00 min/mile.  Not my best, but I'm satisfied with myself for facing the hellish weather and making it through 10 miles.

The rest of my Friday was really busy.  I had to finish birthday shopping for my sister and getting her a cheesecake tart thingy for the family get together later that night.  This doesn't sound like much, but when my sister was coming over directly after work it left little time to spare.  I managed to finish everything before my sister showed up and then we headed out to do a little bit of shopping.  My sister had some Kohl's cash to use and ended up getting a really pretty top and a new bra for only a buck and some change out of pocket!  Later that evening we went out for dinner for my sister's birthday after opening presents.  I'm pretty sure this was her favorite gift from my dad:
Her first electric guitar!
Saturday, I got up early and headed to the gym for Body Pump and Zumba.  I got there a bit late and missed the warm up, but made it in time for the first regular track.  I've been leaving class during lunges and sometimes squats to jump on the elliptical and it seems to have been making a difference with my knees.  Both classes were good, I especially had fun in Zumba.  After Zumba, my friend Fida, and I played around with some songs we're working on and spent a good deal of time just chatting.  It's hard to find time for friends when you work a full time job and teach and I really enjoy the post-class camaraderie.  Fida and I decided to go have some Thai food for lunch afterwards.  I really have very little experience with Thai food, so Fida and I ordered a couple different things and shared them.  We ordered seafood Yom Tom soup (I think that is what it was called!), curried vegetables and Shrimp Pad Thai.  The soup was SO good!  Ohmyallthingsholy kinda good!  It was full of shrimp, squid, crab, huge chunks of tomatoes and bell peppers.  It was also served with rice, which was awesome mixed into the soup.  We ordered the soup at a level 5 of hotness which was fairly spicy.  Fida piled on some extra pepper sauce, which of course prompted me to try said sauce.  I put just a small teaspoon and couldn't tell a difference, so I added a larger spoonful with little pieces of Thai peppers in it. I mixed it into my soup and went at it.  At first I could tell it was a tad spicier, but it was still delicious, I just felt the burn afterwards.  Then I bit into one of the peppers.  That was the end of that!  Tears started pouring down my face and my nose started running and I was an embarrassing mess!  And Fida was enjoying her soup, peppers and all with not a care in the world.  In fact, she was enjoying my discomfort, immensely!  While I had the flames of Hell burning rampant in my mouth, Fida was rolling in laughter.  Eventually I cooled off my taste buds enough with the Pad Thai and could go back to enjoying my soup, but not without Fida hiding the chili peppers from me.  ;)  After some time, Fida started fanning her mouth and made the comment that it was indeed hot.  At which point I chose to laugh and say "that's what you get for laughing at me!", to which she replied "at least I'm not crying!".  Well, um, yeah.  I shup.  I'll have to find a way to get her now!

Later that evening, after visiting with in-laws, we went to look at cars.  Not a total waste of time, but I'm still without a car.  We ended up not getting home until almost 9 at which point I decided I was not cooking dinner and so we decided on a completely healthy, quick and easy meal:  Taco Bueno!  I figured I had only eaten once all day with none of my usual snacks or even breakfast, plus I had worked out 6 days this week, so I justified to myself that Taco Bueno was certainly acceptable.  (I still haven't decided if I was just fooling myself.)  Sunday was a lazy day for the most part.  Breaking Bad was premiering that night so Mark and I decided to watch all the episodes available On Demand to refresh ourselves.  Man, that show is so suspenseful and keeps you on edge the entire time!  So later that afternoon, we hit the grocery store, went to visit with Mark's grandparents and ran a couple other errands before returning home where I finished laundry, cooked dinner and got ready for the coming week.  Breaking Bad did not disappoint, I can tell it's going to be another awesome season!    I had a couple of great classes yesterday, the evening one especially.  I had another pretty full class and someone came up to me after class to tell me how much she enjoyed and loved my class.  It seems here lately that after most classes I have someone come visit with me about how much she enjoyed the class.  I love it!  I am not sure if I ever thought I would be a successful Zumba instructor, of it it was just the thought of never trying that prompted me to go through with it, but I'm so glad I did.  I like to know that if even for only an hour I make someone's life a  little bit more enjoyable!  Tonight's workout plan?  Body Pump and a 5 mile run.  I'm actually kind of nervous about the run.... it's been so long since I've run on a treadmill that I worry about my speed.  I'm hoping for 10 minute miles.  I hope to get my speed back into the 9:30-9:45 range by the end of the summer, maybe even faster by mid fall!  Welps, now I have to get to work for a lovely Tuesday!

Monday, July 9, 2012

SP Blog 4/11/2010


Life has been crazy as ever, now I'm in the midst of car shopping, birthdays, holidays!  I've been doing deep cleanings of the house.  One of the more tedious days involved sorting through a massive pile of old paperwork which led me to the discovery of this:



This was sent to the shredder seen in the background.  I'm not sure why I hung onto it for so long, or if perhaps it got shoved off behind something else, but it felt freeing to shred it.  

Last week we had dinner with my dad for his birthday.  We went for Mexican, which of course means I had to get one of my favorites: 
Sangria Swirled Margarita
Those never get old, and yes I have an affinity for frozen drinks, what of it?  For my meal I ordered a taco salad with chicken fajita meat and Spanish rice instead of the shell.  I feel like it was a relatively healthy choice considering we were at a Mexican restaurant. 

We had a lovely time. 

For the fourth we grilled and then went out to the country to shoot off an assload of fireworks, we had a blast! 

I worked out everyday even though I was off work most of the week, I ran 8 miles on Wednesday morning and I'm pretty sure I almost suffered from a heat stroke since I waited until it was kind of late before I headed out.  It was somewhere in the mid 90s when I got home and I felt really sick and I was sweating what tasted like water (an indication that I needed sodium) and then when I got home and sat on the porch I started getting goosebumps.  It was a tad scary, I plan to carry water on me from now on and (I know I keep saying this, but) I'm going to get off my butt and leave the house early from now on!  I know I was running in hot weather last year, but I think the difference was that I was running a lot shorter distances this time last year, like I believe a mile or two.  I did not run my first 5k until August 2011. 

The past week/weekend I have spent most of my spare time  car hunting, I am currently using our spare POS car until we find one.  I'm not all too bothered about driving it though, I'm thankful we have a "spare" for me to drive.  With that in mind, I have not rushed into buying anything, I do not want to get screwed and I feel like I have plenty of time to be picky so it will probably be a long, drawn out process; and I am totally okay with that.  So if you see me scooting around town in a dumpy beat up Chevy, do not feel bad for me, it's of my own preference.  No one got anywhere in life without a bit of hardship.

Speaking of hardship, I've been worn out... I really have tried to wrap my head around how people do everything they do...  Between work, working out (my personal work outs), teaching Zumba, feeding the family, doing laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping and all the other random errands/chores that come up, I find it SO hard to make time to blog.  I know it sounds like I am full of excuses, but really?  I get very little time to just do nothing, or to do things I want to do.  Ie: read a book, watch a movie, etc., etc. I miss reading a book.  Not ebooks or audio books, a plain old fashioned book with paper pages and that old musty smell of wisdom and adventure. This is one reason I like going to donate platelets:  besides the obvious giving something back to the community sentiment, it's the one time I do not feel at all guilty for sitting still for two hours.  Speaking of, I will only donate 1-2 more times before Marathon training begins!  eek!  (I still owe you all a Marathon post, believe me, it's coming!)

The following  blog post is one I wrote about two months into my journey.  It's actually a bit coincidental, because I just got done fighting the bloat and feeling like a whale for the past week and sure enough it's still an issue.  I guess it can't all be sunshine and roses.  Meh.  Here ya go:


Patience = Rewards

 

Sunday, April 11, 2010

So, life has been good. I figured out what's been wrong with me... I haven't been eating enough!! Blah! I need to remember to be patient. It took a bit to gain this weight, it's going to take a bit to lose it! I had a scare with weight gain, course it was my time, but I thought man there is NO way I gain 7 lbs in water every month. Sure enough though, the day after I quite, I was not 7 lbs lighter again.... no, I was 12!!! So, I found out I lost another 5 lbs, so exciting!! So now I'm going to call my doctor and see what can be done about that once a month weight gain, because I got really depressed and it can be distracting when you're on a mission to lose weight when your monthly visitor comes by and throws a fist in your face... Course I know I prolly could cut back on the salt, too, so I'm going to be trying that and I really need to up my water intake, I've been hovering about 7 cups a day, and I really want at LEAST 8 if not 9 everyday... Baby steps though, baby steps! Keep rocking it my fellow spark people!