When I started this running "journey," I could muster up enough energy to run 15 minutes, which was a little over a mile. Last week I consistently ran 3 miles, and although difficult, I didn't feel like I was going to have a heart attack or puke every time. To me, not dying, was a good sign that I could move on. So I decided to jump an entire mile. My math isn't great, but I'm pretty sure that's a 33 % jump in mileage. Why didn't I try for a 1/2 of a mile, or even a 1/4 of a mile? I just thought 4 miles sounded good. Again, this is no big deal to many other avid runners, but need I remind you, I dislike running. Hey, its an improvement from saying I HATE or LOATHE it.
After taking 2 tylenol, pepto, a little "swaller" of water, and two bites of an energy chew, I met a couple of friends last night and one of them had a new route. She told us where we were going, and I SWEAR it was longer than 4 miles. We headed out and two minutes in, there was a hill, a steep(ish) long (ish) hill. I made it to the top, and was breathing like a mad woman. At minute 15, I had to start walking- side cramps. They started on one side, went over to the next side, and settled low in my stomach, and usually I can run through it, but I was two running steps away from being picked up by an ambulance. I felt like I had caught my breath enough to go, and I only made it a few more minutes before I needed to walk again.
I turned the corner and decided I was being a pansy, and a few other choice words for myself, so I started running. By this time, my buddies were far in front of me, and I couldn't see any pink or blue shirts anymore. Another minute later, I see a couple of heads bobbing towards me. Yes, they were coming back for me because I was THAT far behind them! We met up and I was off like a flash, I finally felt like I had my footing and could breathe and was a couple steps ahead of them, until the end was in sight. Most people like to finish strong, and that makes sense, but walking to the end sounded perfect at that moment.
I got home an hour and a half after I left, (so we talked a bit) it was dark, and my husband was still playing video games, and my son was still watching! I put my son to bed, took a long shower, put on my robe, and grabbed a skinny cow ice cream sandwich. I gotta have my dairy after a run, and ice cream is soooooo much better than skim milk, dontchya think?
So now, will I go back down in mileage, or will I stay at 4?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Random Thoughts
My day unfolds kind of like the postings of a twitter account. And then I think of facebook posts, and usually when I am showering or relaxing, I think about all of the things that are blog worthy. Nothing I have thought about today is worth its own blog post, so this will just be my random musings.
1. Why wear shoes outside? Your floors are going to get dirty no matter what rule you instill in your home. Besides, my swiffer sweeper vac and wet jet might get lonely if we don't track grime into our house.
2. No matter what kind of diaper change you THINK you are in for, put a pad under that bare bum-y. Otherwise you might be pulling out the spot shot for your carpet, and the bleach for your robe.
3. Frosted animal crackers are a perfectly acceptable breakfast. Its probably doesn't have any more sugar in it than that junk cereal most kids eat for breakfast anyways.
4. A piece of bread with spreadable butter is ALWAYS an appropriate snack.
5. Zucchini plants are bullies and like to take over the space.
6. If cherry tomatoes don't see light, their color wont change. If you try to "turn" the plant so it lies differently, you will surely put a crack in the stem, and probably kill the plant anyways. Green tomatoes are tasty, right?
7. If you want to be somewhere on time and it involves making food and packing for the day, just lower your expectations and expect to be over an hour late, so you don't get mad at yourself for not preparing the night before, or your children for not cooperating.
8. If your husband works from home, no matter how many times you tell your kids to stay out of the office, they will surely go in there. No matter how many times you tell your husband to shut the door, he surely wont.
9. When your small child tells you he needs to go potty right now and you say go now and point to the port-o-potty, he thinks you are telling him to just go right where he is standing.
10. When same small child, 30 minutes later, says I have to "literally go right now," you look at the lifeguard, say you are sorry, and let the kid pee on the tree. All the while the lifeguard is hysterically laughing seeing a 4 year old butt, and boy parts.
11. If your running buddy asks if you are going running tonight, and you hadn't really planned on it, say NO, or you are stuck running another 3 miles in less than 24 hours.
12. If at any time you are laying by the water and think to yourself, oh, I forgot to put sunblock on his back, you should probably do it right away. Not doing so results in a very pink back on a pale skinned, blond haired little cutie.
12. The best part about coming home from the lake tired, is that you can put your little one straight to bed and the other one thinks you are playing with him if you even hold a car and move your hand every once in a while.
13. When your body finally catches up with you from the zumba class followed by the very late run you took yesterday where you were haulin' butt, and you start to really hurt and drag, it might NOT be in your best interest to meet your friends for a run.
14. Running shortly after eating chili is never a good idea. period.
15. But driving 7 miles out of your way to buy a mcflurry after running is always a good idea. period.
16. There is nothing better in the world than kissing your children good night, even if they rub it off and say, "no kissies for you, only my daddy."
1. Why wear shoes outside? Your floors are going to get dirty no matter what rule you instill in your home. Besides, my swiffer sweeper vac and wet jet might get lonely if we don't track grime into our house.
2. No matter what kind of diaper change you THINK you are in for, put a pad under that bare bum-y. Otherwise you might be pulling out the spot shot for your carpet, and the bleach for your robe.
3. Frosted animal crackers are a perfectly acceptable breakfast. Its probably doesn't have any more sugar in it than that junk cereal most kids eat for breakfast anyways.
4. A piece of bread with spreadable butter is ALWAYS an appropriate snack.
5. Zucchini plants are bullies and like to take over the space.
6. If cherry tomatoes don't see light, their color wont change. If you try to "turn" the plant so it lies differently, you will surely put a crack in the stem, and probably kill the plant anyways. Green tomatoes are tasty, right?
7. If you want to be somewhere on time and it involves making food and packing for the day, just lower your expectations and expect to be over an hour late, so you don't get mad at yourself for not preparing the night before, or your children for not cooperating.
8. If your husband works from home, no matter how many times you tell your kids to stay out of the office, they will surely go in there. No matter how many times you tell your husband to shut the door, he surely wont.
9. When your small child tells you he needs to go potty right now and you say go now and point to the port-o-potty, he thinks you are telling him to just go right where he is standing.
10. When same small child, 30 minutes later, says I have to "literally go right now," you look at the lifeguard, say you are sorry, and let the kid pee on the tree. All the while the lifeguard is hysterically laughing seeing a 4 year old butt, and boy parts.
11. If your running buddy asks if you are going running tonight, and you hadn't really planned on it, say NO, or you are stuck running another 3 miles in less than 24 hours.
12. If at any time you are laying by the water and think to yourself, oh, I forgot to put sunblock on his back, you should probably do it right away. Not doing so results in a very pink back on a pale skinned, blond haired little cutie.
12. The best part about coming home from the lake tired, is that you can put your little one straight to bed and the other one thinks you are playing with him if you even hold a car and move your hand every once in a while.
13. When your body finally catches up with you from the zumba class followed by the very late run you took yesterday where you were haulin' butt, and you start to really hurt and drag, it might NOT be in your best interest to meet your friends for a run.
14. Running shortly after eating chili is never a good idea. period.
15. But driving 7 miles out of your way to buy a mcflurry after running is always a good idea. period.
16. There is nothing better in the world than kissing your children good night, even if they rub it off and say, "no kissies for you, only my daddy."
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Pooper Scooper
If you intend on reading this, please put the snacks and drinks down.
My sweet 4 year old son, Big Boy, has had some sort of nasty "thing" going on in his tummy for the last 2 1/2 weeks. No other changes in his body, temp, behavior, etc., just a tummy issue. And when I say nasty, I mean it. Explosiveness. For a couple of days in a row, I had to wash at least 4 pairs of underwear. His tummy would be really bad one day, and not so bad the next, then the next day he would have no accidents, then the day after he would have explosive diarrhea all over my bathroom floor. (This is the cleanest my bathroom has ever been, due to the fact that it was cleaned on a daily basis for the majority of this stint.)
Finally, I decided enough is enough and took him into the doctor. She checked him out and told me to put him on a modified BRAT diet. (banana, rice, applesauce, toast) Add in chicken and whole grain pasta and a fistful of other basically bland foods. She also told me that I was to get a stool sample. After a couple of minutes of crossing my fingers and hoping there was no poo on the doctor's floor, the nurse comes in with this little jar of red liquid and explains to me what to do. Those of you with kids, you have probably done this before, those of you without children, I am SURE you have not. And those of you who are like me, are going to dry heave after reading this.
The nurse, in her very heavy Spanish accent, opened the jar for me and told me to get a plastic container that I didn't mind throwing away, or one that I could clean out really good to catch the bowel movement. Excuse me, I thought to myself, did you really just tell me to have my son take a diarrhea crap in a plastic bowl and clean it out? Now lets think about this. First, ewww. Second, how am I going to ensure that he goes in the bowl only and doesn't make any more of a mess than necessary? No thanks! And then she told me I was going to take the miniature scooper, and scoop the poop into the liquid until it fills up to a certain line. And THEN she tells me if it is after five o'clock, to refrigerate it. Sure, I will nestle the jar of poop right in between the chocolate pudding and rotisserie chicken. You wanna puke yet?
I am glad that I have been to several girl's camps, back when we were actually allowed to play pranks, and remembered putting plastic grocery bags in the toilets of the 1st year's bathrooms, just to mess with them. I put the grocery bag in the toilet and forbid anyone to use that bathroom, and gave my son an Oreo cookie to speed up the process. Worked like a charm. He did hisdoodie duty, and said "Mom, come scoop my poop." Do you know how incredibly close you have to get to do something like that? And I had to scoop several times, to fill up to the line. Thank goodness this was one of my non sugar-binging days, otherwise it would have ALL come back up! I looked over at the time when I was finished, and it was 4:57. The office closes at 5, and I am pretty sure they don't have a night drop box for stool samples, so into the refrigerator it went!
I had to work the next day, so my husband was lucky enough to take the jar-o-poo into the office. He told me that he tried to sit it down on the counter where people check in and said "Does anyone want some poop?" Hahahaha! I went after work and picked up some probiotic capsules and told him it was lemon-lime candy. And Sprite was lemon-lime, so it tastes like Sprite! It worked for him. He took the capsules, proclaimed that it was yummy, and I kid you not, he hasn't had an accident since then.
Story: See Above!
Moral: If your stomach is that upset, don't go to the doctor- well- unless you like scooping poop, get some priobiotics, and take away all food with any sort of flavor.
Fitness/Running Update- curse word, curse word, curse word, my ankleSSSS throb!!!!
Cheers!
My sweet 4 year old son, Big Boy, has had some sort of nasty "thing" going on in his tummy for the last 2 1/2 weeks. No other changes in his body, temp, behavior, etc., just a tummy issue. And when I say nasty, I mean it. Explosiveness. For a couple of days in a row, I had to wash at least 4 pairs of underwear. His tummy would be really bad one day, and not so bad the next, then the next day he would have no accidents, then the day after he would have explosive diarrhea all over my bathroom floor. (This is the cleanest my bathroom has ever been, due to the fact that it was cleaned on a daily basis for the majority of this stint.)
Finally, I decided enough is enough and took him into the doctor. She checked him out and told me to put him on a modified BRAT diet. (banana, rice, applesauce, toast) Add in chicken and whole grain pasta and a fistful of other basically bland foods. She also told me that I was to get a stool sample. After a couple of minutes of crossing my fingers and hoping there was no poo on the doctor's floor, the nurse comes in with this little jar of red liquid and explains to me what to do. Those of you with kids, you have probably done this before, those of you without children, I am SURE you have not. And those of you who are like me, are going to dry heave after reading this.
The nurse, in her very heavy Spanish accent, opened the jar for me and told me to get a plastic container that I didn't mind throwing away, or one that I could clean out really good to catch the bowel movement. Excuse me, I thought to myself, did you really just tell me to have my son take a diarrhea crap in a plastic bowl and clean it out? Now lets think about this. First, ewww. Second, how am I going to ensure that he goes in the bowl only and doesn't make any more of a mess than necessary? No thanks! And then she told me I was going to take the miniature scooper, and scoop the poop into the liquid until it fills up to a certain line. And THEN she tells me if it is after five o'clock, to refrigerate it. Sure, I will nestle the jar of poop right in between the chocolate pudding and rotisserie chicken. You wanna puke yet?
I am glad that I have been to several girl's camps, back when we were actually allowed to play pranks, and remembered putting plastic grocery bags in the toilets of the 1st year's bathrooms, just to mess with them. I put the grocery bag in the toilet and forbid anyone to use that bathroom, and gave my son an Oreo cookie to speed up the process. Worked like a charm. He did his
I had to work the next day, so my husband was lucky enough to take the jar-o-poo into the office. He told me that he tried to sit it down on the counter where people check in and said "Does anyone want some poop?" Hahahaha! I went after work and picked up some probiotic capsules and told him it was lemon-lime candy. And Sprite was lemon-lime, so it tastes like Sprite! It worked for him. He took the capsules, proclaimed that it was yummy, and I kid you not, he hasn't had an accident since then.
Story: See Above!
Moral: If your stomach is that upset, don't go to the doctor- well- unless you like scooping poop, get some priobiotics, and take away all food with any sort of flavor.
Fitness/Running Update- curse word, curse word, curse word, my ankleSSSS throb!!!!
Cheers!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
what running has done for me.
so there are lots of reasons to start running, but what is the motivation to keep doing it? besides the fact that I am training for this race, lets be honest in saying i want to see some results. I'm putting the work in, so my jeans should fit better and the scale should not be going up. Right? I wish! I am unhappy to report that I am holding steady with those two extra pounds. This is an additional two that I have acquired since running. That is four to five since January! One pound is around my waist and another pound just got added to the back of my tooshie! When you already have a large rear end, another pound back there is not needed. I woke up this morning feeling skinny, so I weighed myself, and those two pounds were staring at me, mocking me. The scale was saying "haha you lose, or sike, you gained!" I spent a long time on the computer at work today, oh wait, you didn't hear that, (back off, the kids were watching Shrek), but I googled this phenomenon. (gaining weight during race training) Apparently this happens more than not. There are a couple of psychological reasons, but a couple of physiological reasons, too. Gaining 4 % of my body weight in 6 months is not a good rate. If I continue on like this, in 2 years, I will have gained almost 20 pounds. Clothes aint cheap people! I would normally obsess over this by changing my diet and exercising more, but the fact that my sweet son has had an explosive grumpy tummy for over two weeks takes precedence over my measly two to four pound weight gain. And not to mention all of the time it takes to clean the bathroom floor, AGAIN! On a good note, I only had 1/2 of a small candy bar today, and I didn't finish all of my chocolate brownie at work. There was some frosting left on the fork that I could have easily licked off!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Oh, what a week!
So much has happened in the last week. This is real life ya'll, this can't be made up....
Moral of the story: Don't get a wild hair up your butt and think that sheer willpower is going to be sufficient for a higher mileage than you are used to.
Story: One of my running buddies had a good idea for a run. We would run to a water bottle, drink it, and then run back. It would mark the miles for us, and it would be an incentive to keep going since its been HOT around here lately! She put waters at the 2 mile mark, the 3 mile mark, and the 4 mile mark. So that means we would be running 4 miles, 6 miles, or 8 miles total. OBVIOUSLY, I wasn't going for the 6 or 8 and she didn't really put anything at the 1.5 mile marker (which 3 is my goal), so I was stuck with 4 miles. (In case you have forgotten, I think running kinda sucks. Its great for your heart, and I really do think the race will be an experience to always remember, so I am pushing through the pain, but I have no desire to ever run 8 miles at a time, ever! Kudos to you if you are into that!) Right about minute 9, I wanted to turn around and walk back. Since I will be running a hell of a lot more than 9 minutes during the race, I kept on. I heard not once, not twice, but three, or maybe even four times, I think the water bottles are right around... here. Or here. Maybe here. So after hearing that, getting my hopes up, and then being sorely disappointed, I said peace out ya'll, and started on the way back. I hear, Hey, we are almost there, come back. I shook my head no, and started walking. I finally felt I had my breath back to run a bit more, so I did. I am glad I had my phone with me because my girlfriend texted me, and I called her during my run! Oh yes, I went there. Funny thing is- she was at the gym doing some cardio too. So through our heavy breathing, and my physical sweat on the phone, I saw that I was really close to the finish line. I had gotten a second wind after about 5 minutes of resting and light stretching, and I was bored, so I started walking up the path to see if I could see anyone's ponytail bobbing, and about a minute or two later, I did see one of my teammates! Thank goodness. I ran the last little chunk with her and then stretched out. I couldn't wait for the others as it was pretty dark so I headed home. I showered, had some ice cream, and went to bed shortly after that.
The next morning, I got fell out of bed. I couldn't walk. I finally fish tailed to a standing position and CAREFULLY, picked one foot up, and then the other. I made it to the bathroom, and it hurt to sit on the toilet to pee. I tried to brush my teeth, and the toothbrush felt heavy. Lifting the brush up to comb my hair was hilarity ensuing. If anyone would have seen me, they would have laughed, and my husband did, all morning long. I'm pretty sure I stayed in my PJ's until 11 when I was forced to change because my kids had swim. Even holding Li'l Guy in the parent/tot swim class posed a challenge on my body.
The first time I had ever, in my life, ran more than two miles was the 5K, 3.2 miles on Saturday. Then on Tuesday, I think that running almost 4 miles would be a good idea? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? And I had only taken one day to recover? Again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Moral: Do not get mad at your pre-schooler for doing something he's not mentally ready to do.
Story: Big Guy did not get promoted from Preschool 3 Swim Class. He was way better than all of the other kids in 1. Better than all of the kids in 2. In 3- standstill. He really didn't progress at all. He held onto his teacher's hand. He wouldn't jump in without her there. He wouldn't float on his back without someone under him. He liked class, and never said he didn't want to go, but he just didn't get any better. The teacher would report to me at the end of every class and say, we are a little nervous still, but we are working on it. And I would see him from the other pool not doing what the other kids were, and I just got mad at him. Instead of feeling good about him having a good time, learning to listen to the teacher, and learning water safety, I was more worried about him passing to the next level. :( He wants me to sign him up again, but if he doesn't get promoted this time, that's it buddy, never again!
Moral: Use your back up mirror.
Story: I hit my mom's car. UGH! She backed out of my driveway, and THEN stopped in my cul-de-sac to put on her seatbelt. She was kinda in the middle of the road when she stopped. I backed out, looked around me, saw a huge truck parked to the right, so I turned to the left. I didn't see anyone around me in my side mirrors, so I proceeded to go. BOOM. I put the car in drive and went up a couple of inches to see the damage I had done to my car by hitting my neighbors mailbox. When I got out, I realized I was really far away from the corner, and then I see my Mom's car with a huge dent in the side. FOR REAL? DID I JUST HIT MY MOM? AND WHY IN THE WORLD WAS MY MOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET? She rolled down her window and assured me she wasn't hurt. And I asked her why she was stopped, and she informed me she was putting her seat belt on. WHO STOPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET TO PUT THEIR SEAT BELT ON? Oh, and how ironic that a couple of minutes before this happened, I prepaid the speeding ticket I got? I hope I don't have to get a second job (or third) just to pay for my vehicle mishaps.
Moral of the story: Don't get a wild hair up your butt and think that sheer willpower is going to be sufficient for a higher mileage than you are used to.
Story: One of my running buddies had a good idea for a run. We would run to a water bottle, drink it, and then run back. It would mark the miles for us, and it would be an incentive to keep going since its been HOT around here lately! She put waters at the 2 mile mark, the 3 mile mark, and the 4 mile mark. So that means we would be running 4 miles, 6 miles, or 8 miles total. OBVIOUSLY, I wasn't going for the 6 or 8 and she didn't really put anything at the 1.5 mile marker (which 3 is my goal), so I was stuck with 4 miles. (In case you have forgotten, I think running kinda sucks. Its great for your heart, and I really do think the race will be an experience to always remember, so I am pushing through the pain, but I have no desire to ever run 8 miles at a time, ever! Kudos to you if you are into that!) Right about minute 9, I wanted to turn around and walk back. Since I will be running a hell of a lot more than 9 minutes during the race, I kept on. I heard not once, not twice, but three, or maybe even four times, I think the water bottles are right around... here. Or here. Maybe here. So after hearing that, getting my hopes up, and then being sorely disappointed, I said peace out ya'll, and started on the way back. I hear, Hey, we are almost there, come back. I shook my head no, and started walking. I finally felt I had my breath back to run a bit more, so I did. I am glad I had my phone with me because my girlfriend texted me, and I called her during my run! Oh yes, I went there. Funny thing is- she was at the gym doing some cardio too. So through our heavy breathing, and my physical sweat on the phone, I saw that I was really close to the finish line. I had gotten a second wind after about 5 minutes of resting and light stretching, and I was bored, so I started walking up the path to see if I could see anyone's ponytail bobbing, and about a minute or two later, I did see one of my teammates! Thank goodness. I ran the last little chunk with her and then stretched out. I couldn't wait for the others as it was pretty dark so I headed home. I showered, had some ice cream, and went to bed shortly after that.
The next morning, I
The first time I had ever, in my life, ran more than two miles was the 5K, 3.2 miles on Saturday. Then on Tuesday, I think that running almost 4 miles would be a good idea? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? And I had only taken one day to recover? Again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Moral: Do not get mad at your pre-schooler for doing something he's not mentally ready to do.
Story: Big Guy did not get promoted from Preschool 3 Swim Class. He was way better than all of the other kids in 1. Better than all of the kids in 2. In 3- standstill. He really didn't progress at all. He held onto his teacher's hand. He wouldn't jump in without her there. He wouldn't float on his back without someone under him. He liked class, and never said he didn't want to go, but he just didn't get any better. The teacher would report to me at the end of every class and say, we are a little nervous still, but we are working on it. And I would see him from the other pool not doing what the other kids were, and I just got mad at him. Instead of feeling good about him having a good time, learning to listen to the teacher, and learning water safety, I was more worried about him passing to the next level. :( He wants me to sign him up again, but if he doesn't get promoted this time, that's it buddy, never again!
Moral: Use your back up mirror.
Story: I hit my mom's car. UGH! She backed out of my driveway, and THEN stopped in my cul-de-sac to put on her seatbelt. She was kinda in the middle of the road when she stopped. I backed out, looked around me, saw a huge truck parked to the right, so I turned to the left. I didn't see anyone around me in my side mirrors, so I proceeded to go. BOOM. I put the car in drive and went up a couple of inches to see the damage I had done to my car by hitting my neighbors mailbox. When I got out, I realized I was really far away from the corner, and then I see my Mom's car with a huge dent in the side. FOR REAL? DID I JUST HIT MY MOM? AND WHY IN THE WORLD WAS MY MOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET? She rolled down her window and assured me she wasn't hurt. And I asked her why she was stopped, and she informed me she was putting her seat belt on. WHO STOPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET TO PUT THEIR SEAT BELT ON? Oh, and how ironic that a couple of minutes before this happened, I prepaid the speeding ticket I got? I hope I don't have to get a second job (or third) just to pay for my vehicle mishaps.
Monday, June 6, 2011
I'm sorry, body.
I have sat down three times to write an entry in this blog, but I get distracted every single time. So, as I write, the Big Boy is downstairs playing X-Box with Dad, and the Li'l Guy is playing with a broken piece of wood that once belonged to my computer desk. The edges aren't too sharp, so it's ok, right?
I'm apologizing to my body for the events that transpired over the weekend, and thus, feeling the effects from it today. Friday night, I went to bed really late, knowing I had to wake up and run a 5K at the butt crack of dawn in the morning. Well, that night/morning, I couldn't sleep because I was afraid my alarm wasn't going to go off. So I opened my eyes at 5:30, 5:40, 6:00, 6:15, etc. until 6:40. Prior to actually waking, I dreamt that I would get lost on my race the next morning. Here is the funny thing- I wasn't at all worried about the race. I know it didn't really "mean" anything, other than indicating where we were compared to the rest of the group. I knew I was in the bottom tier, and I was really OK with that. My strengths lie elsewhere (I'm a dance instructor, for heaven's sake), and I have only just begun actually training for this about a month ago.
Well before I left, I ate a piece of toast with peanut and some banana. Gulped down some water, a swig of milk, and took an energy pill. No, its nothing like the no-doz we took in college that made us crazy. Well, its a lot like that, come to think of it. My friend who recommended them told me the amount of caffeine was the same as a cup of coffee. No big deal, right? Ha, coming from someone who has never had a cup of coffee in her life, it was a big deal. About 15 minutes later, I showed up to the run, in a really foul mood, and let all my other runner buddies know it. (I apologize for being so nasty!)
Away we go. These ladies hit that pavement hard and were off in a flash, just like that! I run with my phone in hand and my speakers blaring, so it was probably good that I was well behind the group because I'm POSITIVE no one wanted to hear the zumba version of zoot suit riot, or the fuego remix, twice! My third or fourth step, and my right ankle decided it was going to hurt. Really, already? Whatever dumb pain prone body- I'm gonna keep going. I followed the arrows through the neighborhoods, up hills, down hills, past yard sellers and other runners. I thought I was almost home free and then I saw the sign that said 2 miles. Are you freaking kidding me, I have only run 2 miles? Oy vey!
I knew I was close to the end, but I feel a sudden burst of energy, so I sprinted to the finish. Some people call this a runner's high, I call it the pill starting to work. I finished at 33 minutes and some odd seconds, which was about 4 minutes after the time before me, who stayed with the pack. Not too bad. I stayed around and talked for a while, and then I knew something was wrong when it was time to leave, and I ran to my car. I got home, ran inside and wouldn't stop talking. I ran up the stairs to shower, skipped down the hallway to get the kids clothes, and was finally ready to go.
Fast forward to that night, I decided I wanted to go for a walk. My sweet friend came walking with me and we walked for 50 minutes around my neighborhood, which is quite hilly. Saturday night, I went to bed late, again, but my babies slept in, so all was well. Sunday, I try to rest from exercising, but I really wanted to go for another walk. I ate ice cream and drank soda instead.
This morning, my girlfriend asked me if I was going to meet her at the gym, so I did. I ran 26 minutes on the treadmill, and immediately had to go to swim. Right before I left the gym, she asked me if my knee was ok. Oh yeah, it feels great, I responded. HAHAHAHAHA! During the tot and parent swim class at the Chinn center, (which I was 10 minutes late for and the class is only 30 minutes long) my knee started to burn. When I got home, my ankle and lower back decided they were going to start hurting too.
So now I am left wondering, is it all worth it? I'm sorry, body. I really am, but I think I'm gonna keep on truckin'!
I'm apologizing to my body for the events that transpired over the weekend, and thus, feeling the effects from it today. Friday night, I went to bed really late, knowing I had to wake up and run a 5K at the butt crack of dawn in the morning. Well, that night/morning, I couldn't sleep because I was afraid my alarm wasn't going to go off. So I opened my eyes at 5:30, 5:40, 6:00, 6:15, etc. until 6:40. Prior to actually waking, I dreamt that I would get lost on my race the next morning. Here is the funny thing- I wasn't at all worried about the race. I know it didn't really "mean" anything, other than indicating where we were compared to the rest of the group. I knew I was in the bottom tier, and I was really OK with that. My strengths lie elsewhere (I'm a dance instructor, for heaven's sake), and I have only just begun actually training for this about a month ago.
Well before I left, I ate a piece of toast with peanut and some banana. Gulped down some water, a swig of milk, and took an energy pill. No, its nothing like the no-doz we took in college that made us crazy. Well, its a lot like that, come to think of it. My friend who recommended them told me the amount of caffeine was the same as a cup of coffee. No big deal, right? Ha, coming from someone who has never had a cup of coffee in her life, it was a big deal. About 15 minutes later, I showed up to the run, in a really foul mood, and let all my other runner buddies know it. (I apologize for being so nasty!)
Away we go. These ladies hit that pavement hard and were off in a flash, just like that! I run with my phone in hand and my speakers blaring, so it was probably good that I was well behind the group because I'm POSITIVE no one wanted to hear the zumba version of zoot suit riot, or the fuego remix, twice! My third or fourth step, and my right ankle decided it was going to hurt. Really, already? Whatever dumb pain prone body- I'm gonna keep going. I followed the arrows through the neighborhoods, up hills, down hills, past yard sellers and other runners. I thought I was almost home free and then I saw the sign that said 2 miles. Are you freaking kidding me, I have only run 2 miles? Oy vey!
I knew I was close to the end, but I feel a sudden burst of energy, so I sprinted to the finish. Some people call this a runner's high, I call it the pill starting to work. I finished at 33 minutes and some odd seconds, which was about 4 minutes after the time before me, who stayed with the pack. Not too bad. I stayed around and talked for a while, and then I knew something was wrong when it was time to leave, and I ran to my car. I got home, ran inside and wouldn't stop talking. I ran up the stairs to shower, skipped down the hallway to get the kids clothes, and was finally ready to go.
Fast forward to that night, I decided I wanted to go for a walk. My sweet friend came walking with me and we walked for 50 minutes around my neighborhood, which is quite hilly. Saturday night, I went to bed late, again, but my babies slept in, so all was well. Sunday, I try to rest from exercising, but I really wanted to go for another walk. I ate ice cream and drank soda instead.
This morning, my girlfriend asked me if I was going to meet her at the gym, so I did. I ran 26 minutes on the treadmill, and immediately had to go to swim. Right before I left the gym, she asked me if my knee was ok. Oh yeah, it feels great, I responded. HAHAHAHAHA! During the tot and parent swim class at the Chinn center, (which I was 10 minutes late for and the class is only 30 minutes long) my knee started to burn. When I got home, my ankle and lower back decided they were going to start hurting too.
So now I am left wondering, is it all worth it? I'm sorry, body. I really am, but I think I'm gonna keep on truckin'!
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