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'!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
2 cookouts and a run
It sounds painful already, right? Well it was. For lunch, my two kids and I were invited down to bumpkin Fredericksburg for a picnic and swimming, and I wasn't asked to bring, make, or buy anything! Freeloading at its finest. We have fried chicken and all the stuff that goes with it. It was lovely. We showed up, late of course, cause it was in bumpbutt Frednecksburg, ate, then headed on over to the pool. All of Fredericksburg and half of Stafford was at the pool, and we had guests coming over for dinner, so we left after about an hour. We got home and I made a yummy dessert using the very yummy, and tasty, Oreo Cookies! (There is only a half of a sleeve left, thank all that is good above!) My family finally came over an hour late- typical for my family, and I was in a foul mood because I was HUNGRY. Since hubby was out of town, losing soccer games (oops, did I say that), I was grill master. Yes, I overcooked everything. But no one ever got food poisoning from anything being overcooked. So I continued to cook those little suckers until they were like hockey pucks! I finally sat down and enjoyed my food :) Although I didn't have A LOT of food to eat, what I did have was heavy.
By the time my babies daddy came home, it was like 8:30, and finally cool enough to run. I went out with my new running shoes- finally- and started running. I was running at kind of a decent pace for me, and I was feeling good. I decided I would start my speed interval training since I did have some energy, and no knee pain! About two minutes in- full on sprint for twenty paces, then I went about another two minutes, and sprinted again, I did this four times and decided I was going to puke if I did it one more time. I slowed down significantly, called myself a couple of bad names for wanting to stop, and kept on truckin'. I allowed myself to walk once I envisioned myself puking on the side of the road. Running is very hard for me, so we are talking only 20 or so minutes of running. Another lesson learned- if you are going to run directly after eating, make sure it wasn't a hamburger and dessert that you just consumed, and make sure not to start your speed interval training :)
Even though my new running shoes are ugly, no knee, ankle or shin pain today! SUCCESS! Now excuse me while I wipe the crumbs of iced animal crackers off of my leather couch.
By the time my babies daddy came home, it was like 8:30, and finally cool enough to run. I went out with my new running shoes- finally- and started running. I was running at kind of a decent pace for me, and I was feeling good. I decided I would start my speed interval training since I did have some energy, and no knee pain! About two minutes in- full on sprint for twenty paces, then I went about another two minutes, and sprinted again, I did this four times and decided I was going to puke if I did it one more time. I slowed down significantly, called myself a couple of bad names for wanting to stop, and kept on truckin'. I allowed myself to walk once I envisioned myself puking on the side of the road. Running is very hard for me, so we are talking only 20 or so minutes of running. Another lesson learned- if you are going to run directly after eating, make sure it wasn't a hamburger and dessert that you just consumed, and make sure not to start your speed interval training :)
Even though my new running shoes are ugly, no knee, ankle or shin pain today! SUCCESS! Now excuse me while I wipe the crumbs of iced animal crackers off of my leather couch.
Friday, May 27, 2011
91 degrees
I went walking with a friend earlier this week, and when I say walking, I mean a 10 minute mile walk with hills. yeah, we were bookin' it! Well, that was supposed to be my rest/crosstrain day. ha! I woke up the next day and the shins were throbbing and knee was aching. I decided to rest that day, which meant I HAD to run on Thursday. Let me give you a little background info about yesterday- HOT! I had a brilliant idea that right after dance team practice, and while my mom was still at my house, I would just run the track before my husband's soccer game. (Which by the way, my husband's team lost to a team they beat twice already in the regular season, plus that was their first loss of the season.) I had a dinner date with some fine honey's last night, and I couldn't possibly not show up to run.
I put my brilliant idea into fruition and ran in 91 degree heat. Sure there was a small breeze, but I swear it was a 95 degree breeze. I walked for 2 minutes to get my body "going." I ran for 8 minutes before I couldn't breathe. My body felt heavy. It seemed as if my legs were going through a swamp. I ran another two laps, and then walked another lap. It was greuling. I finally had to stop altogether since I had sweat beads dripping into my eyeballs and burning them. Seriously, my eyeballs were burning from my own sweat. I guess I got a glimpse of what pouring salt into a wound is like. In order to "treat" myself for my bravery in that rash heat, I ate an entire Red Robin bacon cheeseburger and fries. Hey, at least I skipped the shake.
I'd love to post more my bloggy friends, but my Li'l Guy has decided to rip off his diaper and put on my high heels.
I put my brilliant idea into fruition and ran in 91 degree heat. Sure there was a small breeze, but I swear it was a 95 degree breeze. I walked for 2 minutes to get my body "going." I ran for 8 minutes before I couldn't breathe. My body felt heavy. It seemed as if my legs were going through a swamp. I ran another two laps, and then walked another lap. It was greuling. I finally had to stop altogether since I had sweat beads dripping into my eyeballs and burning them. Seriously, my eyeballs were burning from my own sweat. I guess I got a glimpse of what pouring salt into a wound is like. In order to "treat" myself for my bravery in that rash heat, I ate an entire Red Robin bacon cheeseburger and fries. Hey, at least I skipped the shake.
I'd love to post more my bloggy friends, but my Li'l Guy has decided to rip off his diaper and put on my high heels.
Running Skirt and Oreo's
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Running Skirt and Oreo's
Who doesn't love Oreo's and milk? The other day, my husband cut out a coupon for Oreo's and milk from BJ's. Do they sell anything normal sized at BJ's? If you have never been there, the answer is NO! Almost everything is sold in bulk. My husband said he didn't plan on actually getting it, just using the coupon as leverage for my young son who was going with him. (If you are bad, or throw fits, we wont get the Oreo's.) My son usually acts up in the store, so he thought it was a moot point. Since my husband was a man of his word, and my son did not act up in the store (SHOCKING, I KNOW!), he purchased the smallest package of Oreo's there was. 10 sleeves. 10 sleeves with 15 Oreo's each. Do the math people. After my annoyance at seeing this massive calorie heap sitting in my pantry, I took one out of the package. Then, just before dinner, I took two more out. After dinner, my son asked me to have some cookies and milk with him, and of course I had to say yes, but THAT WAS IT. Until the next night. The house was quiet, and as I settled down to watch my DVR shows, I opened up another package, poured myself a big glass of milk, and cozied up on the oversized chair, and propped my feet up on the ottoman. And I dug in. Boy did I dig in. I had a few, and thought, just two more, and I'll be good. My shows had finally ended. I looked down at the sleeve, and there were three left. Again, do the math people. I ATE 12 OREO COOKIES WITH MILK in one sitting. THAT IS 600 CALORIES. EWWWWWWWWWWW.
I went to bed that night feeling totally grossed out. So the next day, I tried not to have too much to eat at lunch, or dinner for that matter. It was late- nearing dark -when I went for my run and even though no one could see me, I put on my new sports bra (yes, I actually still have to wear one), my new tank top, and my new running skirt. I've read a couple of posts on different blogs about how new running attire can make a difference, so I bought a couple new things at Kohl's the other day. I was looking cute and ready for my run. ( Backtrack, do you remember my last post about my knee hurting after my run in my new shoes? Unfortunately, with fibromyalgia, once you hurt/injure yourself, the pain likes to hang out for a while.) I am determined not to be the slowest runner at that Ragnar Relay Race in September, so I figured I would push through the pain, and do some hills. I started out with a slow quick walk, so far so good. I was looking cute and not in pain. I started running and oh my goodness! Although my knee and shins were totally fine, MY THIGHS WERE RUBBING TOGETHER. Remember, I was in a running skirt, complete with spandex booty shorts underneath. Those things rode up and the rubbing began. I HATE the feeling of having my thighs rub together, and although it has been a couple of years since they HAVEN'T done that, I still don't like the feeling.
So my conclusion is: I need to run more, and eat less Oreo cookies, so I wont be annoyed by my thighs rubbing together in my cute little running skirt!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Week 2- almost done!
I knew I had to do it. So I just went. I went to the running store, with baby in tow, and purchased a new pair of running shoes. The salesman watched me walk, run, poked around at my feet, asked me a bunch of questions, and brought me out four of the most heinous pair of tennis shoes to try on.
First up, Saucony. I know Saucony is supposedly a good running shoe, but I can't get past the fact that they used to be sold at K-mart and Sears. Don't get me wrong, I can get with some K-mart shoes, but high dollar running shoes, I think not. Next up was the Nike's. (OK- I have Nike Shox now that I have been working out and running in, but apparently they were never supposed to be marketed as a running shoe because your feet feel horrible when you take them off after the gym or hitting the pavement.) These running Nike's felt pretty good, there wasn't as much cushion in them as the previous pair, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Then, I tried on the Asics. Those mamma jamma's felt great. Not too soft, not too hard, but they may have been a bit thin across the top of my foot. Yes, I am aware that Asics are naturally wider than the other shoe. And yes, I am also aware that having to go up a 1/2 size and having to get a D width is not cool or sexy! I didn't want to like those shoes because I used to only be able to wear Asics as a kid because of the wide width.
But alas, I said these are the ones and propped open my wallet and slapped my credit card at the guy behind the counter. Then he told me the total and I about died. (Remember, I am the girl that goes straight to the clearance rack with tunnel vision to buy clothes.) I tried to stay calm and talk to my ever fussy baby, and not let the dude see the sweat beads on my forehead. I graciously thanked him and promptly left the store, with my new shoes. At this time, the baby was hungry and really wanted some chicken tenders. So I appeased him and I headed to Burger King :) It could have been worse, I could have ordered my beloved fries instead of my salad!
I have had my new magic running shoes for a couple of days now, and I don't think they fit right. :( I actually think they might be too big, and dare I say it, not wide enough! Haven't decided if I am still breaking them in, or its worth taking them back.
Cheers to the end of week 2 of training for the Rag Death Relay Race!
First up, Saucony. I know Saucony is supposedly a good running shoe, but I can't get past the fact that they used to be sold at K-mart and Sears. Don't get me wrong, I can get with some K-mart shoes, but high dollar running shoes, I think not. Next up was the Nike's. (OK- I have Nike Shox now that I have been working out and running in, but apparently they were never supposed to be marketed as a running shoe because your feet feel horrible when you take them off after the gym or hitting the pavement.) These running Nike's felt pretty good, there wasn't as much cushion in them as the previous pair, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Then, I tried on the Asics. Those mamma jamma's felt great. Not too soft, not too hard, but they may have been a bit thin across the top of my foot. Yes, I am aware that Asics are naturally wider than the other shoe. And yes, I am also aware that having to go up a 1/2 size and having to get a D width is not cool or sexy! I didn't want to like those shoes because I used to only be able to wear Asics as a kid because of the wide width.
But alas, I said these are the ones and propped open my wallet and slapped my credit card at the guy behind the counter. Then he told me the total and I about died. (Remember, I am the girl that goes straight to the clearance rack with tunnel vision to buy clothes.) I tried to stay calm and talk to my ever fussy baby, and not let the dude see the sweat beads on my forehead. I graciously thanked him and promptly left the store, with my new shoes. At this time, the baby was hungry and really wanted some chicken tenders. So I appeased him and I headed to Burger King :) It could have been worse, I could have ordered my beloved fries instead of my salad!
I have had my new magic running shoes for a couple of days now, and I don't think they fit right. :( I actually think they might be too big, and dare I say it, not wide enough! Haven't decided if I am still breaking them in, or its worth taking them back.
Cheers to the end of week 2 of training for the Rag Death Relay Race!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Am I really going to do this?
As some of you may already know, I was "peer pressured" into running a 200 mile, relay style race. Now don't get your panties all in a bunch, it is not a marathon. It is a race with 11 other runners on your team over a couple of days. We get a significant break in between each "leg" and most of us don't have to run more than 5 or so miles. 5 miles doesn't sound too bad, right? Its a hella lot when you are not a runner.
From reading my blog, you have gleaned a couple of things 1- I like zumba, 2- I like to dance, 3- I like to consume lots of empty calories. None of those are conducive becoming a great runner. My tostadas with sour cream and shredded cheese that just fell onto the keyboard, yeah, that's definitely not helping. (and the fact that its almost 12 and I am eating junk, might be a hindrance also, but I digress.) Although the zumba, and dancing/coaching dance are pretty decent workouts, they are a different mindset. With those you have to go go go for a couple of minutes, and then you can get a break, with running- it aint like that. You have to go go go for a lot of minutes!
In order not to kill myself, I am doing the training program for the beginners. Now, NO ONE else on my team is doing the beginning program. I guess I am the only true beginner. Either that, or the others are over achievers. I'm happy with being mediocre or lower. You have to have a baseline, right? If any of my other teammates thought they were poor runners, they can just compare themselves to me, and I am happy to be the confidence boost that they need. Go team go!
Next week begins week 2 of our 20 week training. Although I am looking forward to my manageable 15 minute runs this week, I have not forgotten that week 17 will be here before I know it. If I manage to stay alive through the ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY minute run, I will most certainly blog about it. Until then, I'll track my progress. And I promise bloggy world, I will check back more often. I have so much to write about and so much to say.
From reading my blog, you have gleaned a couple of things 1- I like zumba, 2- I like to dance, 3- I like to consume lots of empty calories. None of those are conducive becoming a great runner. My tostadas with sour cream and shredded cheese that just fell onto the keyboard, yeah, that's definitely not helping. (and the fact that its almost 12 and I am eating junk, might be a hindrance also, but I digress.) Although the zumba, and dancing/coaching dance are pretty decent workouts, they are a different mindset. With those you have to go go go for a couple of minutes, and then you can get a break, with running- it aint like that. You have to go go go for a lot of minutes!
In order not to kill myself, I am doing the training program for the beginners. Now, NO ONE else on my team is doing the beginning program. I guess I am the only true beginner. Either that, or the others are over achievers. I'm happy with being mediocre or lower. You have to have a baseline, right? If any of my other teammates thought they were poor runners, they can just compare themselves to me, and I am happy to be the confidence boost that they need. Go team go!
Next week begins week 2 of our 20 week training. Although I am looking forward to my manageable 15 minute runs this week, I have not forgotten that week 17 will be here before I know it. If I manage to stay alive through the ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY minute run, I will most certainly blog about it. Until then, I'll track my progress. And I promise bloggy world, I will check back more often. I have so much to write about and so much to say.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Goodbye "City" Rug
Tuesday night I went to cheer try-outs to help out some of the boys with their stunting. My mom put Lil Guy to bed with his bottle. I know its a bad thing to do, but sometimes that's all he wants and he will slumber quickly in la-la land if he has his bottle in bed. So I came home, sore as crud! I'm 31, haven't stunted in a year or so, and haven't spotted in a half year or more. Add in fibromyalgia, and I'm done. Anyways, I went to bed right after watching the DVR'd Dancing With the Stars. The next morning, my husband ACTUALLY woke up before me and Lil Guy. (This usually doesn't happen!) DH got the cute smiling baby out of his crib, with his bottle in hand. Mind you- I am still asleep. He rattles off some words about a bottle, and lays him down next to me.
My second born is happily sucking away because he doesn't get bottles in the morning- he's over one for crying out loud! But again, I am half unconscious so Whatever. Fast forward to after breakfast, he poops. Before his nap, he poops. When we picked up Collin from pre-school- pooped as soon as we got home. I think to myself, he must be sick. No temp, not terribly fussy, he just keeps pooping. OH THE BOTTLE WAS FROM LAST NIGHT. Well, what can you do now?
I can take off his diaper and let his bottom air out because of the WICKED rash the antibiotics he was on last week gave him. I realized he was pooping every 2 or so hours. He had just done the deed, so I figured I was safe for at least an hour and a half. As I am playing on Facebook and Twitter, I hear a noise. A loud you know what noise coming from the toy room. Fearing the worst, I run into the toy room and there is Lil Guy standing in his own poo. On his legs, on his socks, and on the City rug that is meant for HotWheels and Matchbox cars.
I go into Mom mode, take his clothes off, get him into the sink- the bathtub is upstairs and I feared for my carpet if I took him all the way up there, and clean him off. I put all of the dirty clothes in the washing machine, and then I just stare at the toy room. The thoughts in my mind- spot shot, steam vac, throw away. Since the rug wasn't stapled down to the ground, and it wasn't really big enough to steam vac, and spot shot would have meant a lot of up close and personal with my son's poo- the throw away thought won. And you know what, the Big Boy didn't even get upset or throw a tantrum, at which he is really good. So the moral of the story, if a baby has loose stool, don't let him go around without a diaper on, unless you are prepared to throw something away!
How can something this cute, make such a mess?
(yes, this was a couple of months ago, but he is seriously cute in this pic!)
My second born is happily sucking away because he doesn't get bottles in the morning- he's over one for crying out loud! But again, I am half unconscious so Whatever. Fast forward to after breakfast, he poops. Before his nap, he poops. When we picked up Collin from pre-school- pooped as soon as we got home. I think to myself, he must be sick. No temp, not terribly fussy, he just keeps pooping. OH THE BOTTLE WAS FROM LAST NIGHT. Well, what can you do now?
I can take off his diaper and let his bottom air out because of the WICKED rash the antibiotics he was on last week gave him. I realized he was pooping every 2 or so hours. He had just done the deed, so I figured I was safe for at least an hour and a half. As I am playing on Facebook and Twitter, I hear a noise. A loud you know what noise coming from the toy room. Fearing the worst, I run into the toy room and there is Lil Guy standing in his own poo. On his legs, on his socks, and on the City rug that is meant for HotWheels and Matchbox cars.
I go into Mom mode, take his clothes off, get him into the sink- the bathtub is upstairs and I feared for my carpet if I took him all the way up there, and clean him off. I put all of the dirty clothes in the washing machine, and then I just stare at the toy room. The thoughts in my mind- spot shot, steam vac, throw away. Since the rug wasn't stapled down to the ground, and it wasn't really big enough to steam vac, and spot shot would have meant a lot of up close and personal with my son's poo- the throw away thought won. And you know what, the Big Boy didn't even get upset or throw a tantrum, at which he is really good. So the moral of the story, if a baby has loose stool, don't let him go around without a diaper on, unless you are prepared to throw something away!
How can something this cute, make such a mess?
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