fitness

La Tortura (pre-race)

One of these days, I’ll really buckle down and actually train for my races. Like, full on follow the schedule and eat right and not stress and have a cig or two the week before the big day. I’ll follow the plan all the way through the end and not stop training the last month like I always do. This would all be true if most half marathons were’t right in the middle of the fall semester.  Life, you guys.

So last year I ran my half in a total of 3:20:55. That’s a 15:20 pace. Less than ideal. I had the best running buddy who cheered me on and wouldn’t let me quit even after a dude racing dressed as a friggin’ dinosaur passed us. This year, I’m running alone. I’m half scared that I’m going to let my brain talk me into quitting halfway through and half excited to see how far I can push myself.

I stopped training altogether about a month ago. I’ve tried to get a run in here and there since then, but haven’t been able to run anything farther than a 5k due to time constraints. I stopped doing leg day because I didn’t want to risk being sore these last few days. But I have a plan. I’m going to do run/walk splits at 8/2 intervals all the way through. I think I can manage that the whole 13 miles without burning out and still make better time than last year. We’ll see how it goes. The race has a live app that lets people follow your progress and cheer you on, so I’ll be posting a link with my info because I know I’ll need all the cheers I can get.

My head’s already fucking with me and I’m thinking “it’s okay if you don’t go. you already paid anyway, so it’s not like you’d be wasting the money because it’s already done. you don’t need to do this to yourself. you can just walk all the way. enjoy the race!” But then I’m also like “nah, I have a damn 13.1 sticker on my truck. I can’t not run this. I’d be a total fake. a poser. no frickin’ way. you are doing this.” So I’m doing it. Y’all pray I don’t die, please <3.

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On Daily Workouts

What I learned while attempting to workout every single day for a month:

Working out (whether it be something light like a long walk or a jog or a strength training session) makes me feel good.  It makes me feel alive and capable and strong.

Sweating and getting my heart rate up truly does have healing powers against anxiety and mood disorders.  I found that on the days I didn’t go to the gym early in the morning, I was moodier during the day and had horrible anxiety throughout the morning.

If I don’t workout in the morning, I don’t work out at all. That’s just a fact.  So 5 AM wake-ups are a requirement for me.  Life is just too busy the rest of the day and I hate to feel rushed and anytime I’d go after work, I’d feel like I had to stop early or cut sets because I had to run out and pick up the kids.

It made me feel like a bad ass.  For the first 24 days, anyway.  After that, my body felt like it quit on me.  I overworked it, didn’t give it enough rest, and it responded accordingly…which leads me to my next point:

Daily is too much for me.  Especially in March when work is historically hectic & the kids’ sports schedules are in full swing.  The pressure I put on myself to do it stressed me out even more and it just led to more health issues and breakdowns.

Daily workouts are awesome and will continue to be something I strive to do obviously for my physical health, but also for my mental well being. However, I no longer feel the need to stress over missing a workout or putting undue pressure on myself to do it every single day or beating myself up for missing a day if I feel too tired or too sick. I’ll make sure I listen to by body and rest when it tells me to rest.

I’m going to miss closing my circles daily.  Seeing those little suckers loop all the way around made my heart happy.

I didn’t lose a single pound.  I gained a lot, actually.  Probably due to the stress I mentioned above and not eating right and all of that.  So that sucked.

But still.  Look at the improvement on those circles, man…

 

Morning sanity.

I say this all the time, but I think it bares worth repeating: working out is good for my body, great for my heart, and amazing for my mental health.

It took everything in me to get out of bed at 5:30 this morning.  I kept telling myself that I’d just run at night.  Then I gave I myself a good talking to and reminded myself that M has her first game back today (!!!) I have laundry to do, and also need to run to Walmart for essentials so it can’t be put off.  That got my butt up outta bed.

30 minutes and 3.2 miles later and here I sit, a sweaty puddle mess, but as happy as can be.

With as much as we’ve got going on lately and as much as is going on at school, I need those 30 minutes of silence and clarity in the morning.  With M back in soccer and Caleb playing in 2 leagues, my afternoons have returned to their possession.  This moves cleaning and other stuff to late late evenings/nights and weekends and there goes my sanity.

So yeah, early morning workouts it is.  Plus it’ll help me prepare for race day (next Saturday!!!) since that’ll be in the morning too.  So excited!!!

 

 

 

Metaphors & OOTW

I bought a domain on google and now I have no idea what to do with it.  Any help/advice is certainly appreciated.

So this happened yesterday and it was monumental in my fitness journey as I have a) never exercised non-stop for over 40 minutes and b) never walked/jogged/ran 5 consecutive miles.  I mean, I probably have never done that in my life, but I don’t want to hyperbolize.

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When I started training for a 10K I did it more because I need structure and the Nike Fuel app gave me a daily distance, workout, and built in rest days.  If I didn’t have a plan for what to do each day, I’d just do the same thing everyday until I burned out and quit a week in.  So I figured it would at least help me stay active and I’d cut back on days when I had long runs because no way I could run anything past 3.5 miles.  Well.  I’ve proven myself wrong.  Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to die yesterday.  I was near tears after mile 4.  But I pushed myself and I was so damn excited/proud/high when I was done.

I think that’s a great metaphor for other things going on in my life right now.

Things may get uncomfortable, and some days I may just want to throw in the towel and deal with the consequences rather than put in the work and effort, but the reward for sticking with it and seeing it through is so much greater.

So that’s that.

Here’s the OOTW for last week.  I got an awesome new top from Glam Tops, but have yet to take a decent picture of me in it.  Hopefully it’ll make it’s debut next week if I have time to do my hurr.

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So there you have it.  I’m off to get ready to take my girls to the zoo since the weather is gorgeous!  Have a great Sunday, y’all!

Run. Rinse. Repeat.

I’m running 3 miles tomorrow morning before the sun even rises.  And then I’m wearing my cherry red Michael Kors pumps because I’m fucking fabulous.

And now it’s on the internet so it must be true.  I might die, yes, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take at this point.

I started a 10K training program on Nike Run today.  Will I be running a 10k anytime soon? Perhaps.  But I’ll definitely be running a 5k in a few months so I’m sure this will prep me for that as well.  I will say that I found it a bit ridiculous that it’s taking me from walking 1 mile today to running 3 tomorrow, but I guess it makes sense to someone who knows what they’re doing.

I’ve seriously been considering purchasing a domain because I’m so frustrated with wordpress, but it seems like a silly investment since I don’t post consistently whatsoever, although that may be because wordpress sucks and now we’ve come full circle.

I’m throwing in my Outfits of the Week post from last week because I got so frustrated Friday with not being able to post the picture that I just gave up, so here it is.  Wednesday was a disaster, but I was SO damn comfortable.  I felt like I was walking around wrapped in a blanket.  And Friday was my favorite although it didn’t photograph well.  Oh well.

Ok, off to bed to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to get my fitness in.  We’ll see if it really happens.

 

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Introvert+Truth+Teamwork+Positivity+Downtime

This introvert needs some alone time.

I’m taking tomorrow off.  I feel sensory overload.  People, noise, my surroundings.  I need to get away from it all.

I need downtime.  Quiet.  Peace.  Even if it’s just for a few moments.  I need to be completely alone.

I know some people don’t get it.  I know some people think it’s selfish.  I know some think it’s an excuse for time off.  To the latter two types I say “eff you and your judgy bullshit.”

The older I get, the more I get to know myself and the clearer it becomes.  There are some things I absolutely need in order to function:  prayer, plenty of sleep, lots of water, exercise, organization, a planner, and downtime.  These things are crucial in order for me to not have a breakdown and bitch out everyone in sight.

I also need to work on my diet because PMS gets the best of me and I eat everything in sight knowing damn well that I’ll feel like shit a few minutes later and for days to come.  The more I pay attention to how food affects me, the more I realize that sugar makes me sick.  It makes me antsy and irritable and lethargic.  Red meat makes me feel bloated and gross. Bread and milk totally screw up my system.  And yet. I had ALL OF THAT today.  And while it was savory and I justified it with PMS, I’m already feeling sluggish and  it didn’t even help my mood at all.

I need to get back to running in the mornings.  Being up before everyone, the quiet, it made me feel at peace even if for a bit.  I need to eat better.  Because with as much as I’ve been busting my ass on the pavement, the scale keeps going up.  I need to stop cheating myself in order to see results.  I know all this, and still, it’s hard.

Because when students don’t listen and you answer the same question eleventy million times and the kids you want to help refuse it and the ones you thought were improving fall, it’s so easy to turn to a chocolate bar and say “I deserve this after the day I’ve had” but I don’t.  What I do deserve is a talk with a team that has my back and understands.  And a run to burn out the negativity.  And time with my kids who seem to be growing up in the blink of an eye.  And I have all that.  Now all I need is my me-time.  ❤

Done and done.

It’s done. I did it.

It seems ridiculous now that I used to think I’d never be able to.

But then, after we were done and the runner’s high had set in and we laughed and she congratulated me and said “we should do this all the time!” and I totally agreed, I realized I did. I WAS able. I AM.

Putting stress on my body and testing it and pushing it and not giving up, realizing I am strong. It feels so damn good. It’s empowering.

3.1 miles. Done. No headphones. No music. Ran along to the soundtrack in my head. Maybe it was meant to be that way. Maybe losing my headphones in the parking lot was supposed to happen.

And yet, “It was ONLY a 5K. Get over yourself. People run those all the time.” ~annoying little voice in my head~ Except this time, *this time* I’m shutting that shit down quick. Because I know that even though it’s the baby of all races, it’s a testament to my health. My strength. My lungs finally clearing and being strong enough after all those years of smoking. My 5 AM workouts. Hard work pays off, ladies and gentlemen. Who’da thunk, huh?

And so it was. I’ve yet to set foot on pavement or treadmill since then, but I’m giving my body a break. I’ll start again today, maybe tomorrow. Set a new goal, push myself, wash, rinse, repeat. I’m stoked.

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