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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth...

But I literally felt like I was having a heart attack after running a measly 1 mile at 5.0 mph today at lunch. My goal was to run an easy 3 miles but as I went through a 1/4 mile 5 minute warm-up I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I ran inside on the treadmill because it's too darn hot and humid outside to run at noon (or anytime after 5 am and I don't wake up that early) and I didn't have my iPod charged to keep me entertained through the indoor track. I did have working headphones though so I tuned into the wall of T.V.'s at our rec center and watched "Sister, Sister" while breathing heavily and clutching my heart. Good times, good times.

There are several factors that go into this failure but mostly I blame not running for two months and not enough water and nutrition before attempting a run today. I also still blame my meds which are doing the opposite of making me peppy and Energizer Bunny like.

So back to square one. Building up endurance and stamina. Building up speed and distance. The only comfort I take with me is that it shouldn't take as long this time around. But I could be wrong - I often am.

For more inspiring tales read on about my bestestest (yes, that's a real word be quiet spellcheck) friend's first 5k this weekend! I wish I could be there with her - and not just because it's on the Irish coast:
http://iblamebashasmama.blogspot.com/. Good luck Jen! I'll be thinking about you on Saturday.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

No regrets

I'm not sad at all that I didn't participate in this morning's RC Cola and Moon Pie 10 mile run. Running loads of hills in humid 90+ degree weather is nothing to mourn. I guess it either proves that I'm not so dedicated to running or that I still have a brain.

Happy Father's Day!

Monday, June 15, 2009

And now the real post for today

My goal this week is to exercise every morning with my husband before work (except for Friday, my work schedule doesn't allow it). Thankfully he's on board with this idea (for today at least) because given my own mood and motivation I wouldn't have been able to make it to day one. We did a normal workout: walked/ran for 20 minutes and then toning exercises for another 20-30 minutes. I made him go through a normal routine that my trainers used to torture me with. It was fun to torture him. The run started off a bit rough for me because I was so tired going into it but after about 1/2 a mile I got into it and enjoyed it. We didn't even go a full two miles but I'm easing back into things after being WAY off schedule.

The good news is that I will be able to do our local half marathon in October. It was up in the air since I'm also going to a conference that week but I learned last week that I can come back from the conference on Friday night and run on Saturday morning. We'll see how ready I am but schedule wise it will work. Now I just have to train for it...

Funny how quickly running multiple miles feels hard again.

Weekly Results from last week - I think nothing. If I can't even remember then it's not worth typing out.

Commercialism at its best

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Besides the occasional swag that he gives away it's a funny and informative blog. It's on my reading list.

Monday, June 8, 2009

I really do hate gatorade

Even when I put it in my "Guinness for Strength" glass that I got 6 years ago in Ireland.

But I have to rehydrate so I'm taking sips of the nasty stuff until it's all gone. It's all more lovely side effects of my new meds. I'm going to talk to my doctor tomorrow about this whole "the cure is worse than the disease" thing I've got going on right now. So don't expect a whole lot from me exercise wise until I keep my butt off the toilet.

Sorry, too much information I'm sure.

But it did make me think that I never explained the title of my blog. I've always hated Gatorade. Maybe it's because as kids we used more than a full cup of sugar every time we made Kool-Aid but Gatorade has never tasted quite right to me. Before my family moved to the middle of the Arizonan desert where it was too hot to do anything I had a more active life. Every spring I played softball which I really enjoyed (as long as the after game snacks didn't include Gatorade). I also have tried soccer and basketball and I didn't like either of those sports. Too many sprints involved. Eventually they let me be the goalie in soccer but I wasn't particularly good in that position either.

I'm rambling again - I blame my lack of electrolytes. Back to the nasty stuff...

Chug, chug, chug!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Ab & Image Work

Way back a few months ago - probably around October or so - I was laying (lying?) flat on my back in bed and for whatever reason poked my tummy and found something hard underneath the layer of jiggly goodness that was on top. In shock and awe I realized that I had ab muscles. I even made my husband feel them. That was a nice by-product of my personal trainer's weekly torture combined with my other aerobic classes that normally had "abs" somewhere in the title or description.

I don't have much lower ab muscles. A fact that becomes painfully clear to me whenever the above mentioned classes want me to smoothly lift and lower my legs (sometimes holding a ball or other torture device between them). I can't do it to save my life and I'm sure the faces I make are lovely.

But I have a question of what does it mean to keep your shoulder blades off the floor. Does it mean the top of your shoulder blades or the bottom (shown as red lines on this picture)? I always thought it was more of the bottom line on this picture which I can't do. But I saw myself in the mirror (also something I avoid looking at while working out) and saw that I do keep the top line off of the floor. So if anyone of you read this and have more insight please let me know. Or perhaps I can just ask my instructor who will be more than happy to show me a good form.

I also thought of another image related issue last night as my husband and I were talking about him taking a hiking trip and whether or not it would be too strenuous for his current level of fitness. I thought about myself in that situation and my distorted feelings on how others view me and thought well they would think I'm too heavy to hike that far. I think this is also the reason I try so hard in my classes to keep going and not give up because if people saw me give up it would not be because the class was hard (even though if I looked around everyone of EVERY shape was giving up) it would be because I was the fat girl trying to keep up.

I guess it also hit home last night because yesterday I took a daring step and tried to get a running partner. She's my age, in better shape (I truly envy her perfect legs) but not too far out of my league. And I felt that when I approached her about running together sometimes she looked at me and thought, "can she really do it?" I don't think badly of her because of that because for one I might have been imagining it and two I'd probably think the same thing initially if someone wanted to run with me. We left it as a "well let's keep in touch" kind of thing so I don't know if I'll have a partner or not.

I don't know if I really have a point to all of this rambling besides the fact that our images of ourselves sometimes help and sometimes hurt. If it gives me the motivation to keep pushing through a class then it can't be all wrong. But I still think it would be better overall if I thought of myself as having enough strength to get through a class - the "you're stronger than you think you are" factor rather than the shame factor.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Yes, this is what I think about while running

As I ran one pitiful little mile today, gasping and struggling through each lap this quote came to my mind and I knew I had to share it with you.

I've done almost nothing since last posting. This is somewhat my fault but mostly not my fault as my body has done whacky things with my new medication. I really did intend to get a long run on Saturday but since I felt that getting my heart rate up might cause a heart attack I instead stayed in my house. We're working things out medicine wise and hopefully this won't keep happening.

But not running or exercising (plus ups and down of meds) have made me feel tired, bloated, and unhappy. I was excited to run just a mile today - I had already done a 1/2 hour aerobics class before hand. I think I'll have to build up some endurance again which is a bit disappointing that only a few weeks off of running regularly and you lose so much but this was supposed to be a lifetime goal so I have to remind myself that just because I have a few bad weeks doesn't give me the excuse to give up all together.