So, last post, I said my season was over. And, it was - sort of. However, I have done two 5K events in the past two weeks, and REALLY enjoyed them. AND, I've been doing the "keep Portland weird" lunch workouts with a good friend.
Working out downtown is so much fun...there are TONS of people doing the same thing, rain or shine, cold and colder! There is this one guy who wears long running pants and NO shirt, every day. YIKES - but he's out there! He probably writes about the gal in the pink stocking cap who runs a block, walks a block every day :)
I've really noticed my time improve, and the ability to run increase. Plus, I really look forward to going out each day, and miss it when I have a meeting interfere. THAT is a change.
Last week, I did the Clark County Turkey Trot - a really fun, free family event on Thanksgiving morning. A friend who I hadn't seen in a long while (pre-surgery) joined me, and we had a nice walk-n-chat. We fared better than the poor 40-year-old man who had a heart attack and died just minutes into the course. (What a sad Thanksgiving for that family!)
Later in the day, I headed East to spend the weekend with my parents at their cabin. I was so encouraged to be able to help them fall trees, haul wood, clean up branches, etc. A couple of years ago, I was worthless. This year, I called it "exercise" and was glad to show them my improvement! :)
Today, I did the Jingle Bell 5K in Portland. It is a fundraiser for the Arthritis Foundation. A coworker of mine has a five-year-old boy with juvenile RA, and our company graciously paid for 25 employees' entry fees to support the cause. It was a COLD morning, but we had great fun! There was even a group of BAREFOOT runners...oh my!
I finished with a time of 13:59 min/mile. That's 7:01/mile off my first race of the season! I'm still a slow run/walker - but I'm doing great in MY PR department! :) My friend, Iron Man Mike, was gracious and when finished with his race, ran part way to the finish with me, before going back to walk with his girlfriend. Just the encouragement I needed :)
I'm truly finished with events for the year. I plan to work really hard on my run endurance for the next two weeks, then take off six weeks. In February, I'll start the 1/2 marathon training.
Have a great holiday season - which ever holidays you celebrate. For me, it's Merry CHRISTmas!
Living my fit dreams...even in the cold weather! :)
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I'm going to RUN!
We, once again, had unseasonably wonderful weather today - and I was able to do my first official half-marathon training workout in the SUNSHINE. I started out with a jacket, but shortly converted to short sleeves. I know those days are few and far between.
I've been finding it harder and harder to work out in the afternoons - with the weather not so lovely and it getting dark earlier. But, I have a plan! I just started a new job (same company, just a promotion) - and really need to work some different hours - staying a bit later in the afternoons. SO, since I work in lovely downtown Portland, Oregon, I'm going to make the most of our waterfront, and I'll be taking longer lunches to make use of the opportunities downtown. Even in the wicked Northwest rainfall, it has to be one of the loveliest places to get some fresh air.
One thing I decided is that with the whole "keep Portland weird" mentality - I won't be the strangest thing out there...whether walking, running, skipping, jumping - or whatever the day's workout brings.
For the most part, I'm still walking. My pace is picking up, though - and I'm starting to add a block of running here and there, regularly, not to mention my FARTLEK sessions! I'm being more diligent about icing after the workouts, and am back to regular acupuncture sessions to help abate any pain.
I have a plan - and that plan includes running most, if not all, of the RnR in May. If it looks like that is going to happen, I think I'll put my name in the hat for the SF Nike Women's half for the fall. (I believe it's a lottery to get in - but SO worth it if your name is drawn!)
Stay tuned...I'm going to have a RUN report before you know it. And, you know I'm living my fit dreams! :)
I've been finding it harder and harder to work out in the afternoons - with the weather not so lovely and it getting dark earlier. But, I have a plan! I just started a new job (same company, just a promotion) - and really need to work some different hours - staying a bit later in the afternoons. SO, since I work in lovely downtown Portland, Oregon, I'm going to make the most of our waterfront, and I'll be taking longer lunches to make use of the opportunities downtown. Even in the wicked Northwest rainfall, it has to be one of the loveliest places to get some fresh air.
One thing I decided is that with the whole "keep Portland weird" mentality - I won't be the strangest thing out there...whether walking, running, skipping, jumping - or whatever the day's workout brings.
For the most part, I'm still walking. My pace is picking up, though - and I'm starting to add a block of running here and there, regularly, not to mention my FARTLEK sessions! I'm being more diligent about icing after the workouts, and am back to regular acupuncture sessions to help abate any pain.
I have a plan - and that plan includes running most, if not all, of the RnR in May. If it looks like that is going to happen, I think I'll put my name in the hat for the SF Nike Women's half for the fall. (I believe it's a lottery to get in - but SO worth it if your name is drawn!)
Stay tuned...I'm going to have a RUN report before you know it. And, you know I'm living my fit dreams! :)
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Red-Letter Days & Weeks
My "season" is over. Last weekend was the 30th Annual Great Columbia Crossing - a fun 10K across the Astoria Bridge. It's a relatively flat course - for the first half - then a 200 ft climb to the top of the bridge, with great views of the Columbia River and Pacific Ocean.
As I started down the bridge, I notice the finish line was at the bottom. I had a lot of steam left, and was dying to run - so I did, all the way down. Little did I realize...the finish line WAS at the bottom - but before you got to cross, there was a half-mile out-and-back left. I'd used all of my "poop" running...and was really disappointed at my lack of planning. But, I made it across - with GOOD time - I kept my 5K pace for the 10K race! A great season-ender.
This past week was fun, too. I had an interview for a fantastic new job. Friday morning, I woke up in ONEDERLAND!!! I have not seen a "1" out front on my scale since Jr. High School! It started and ended as a red-letter-day with the news that I got the job!
This weekend, I spent 24 hours at my son's ROTC jog-a-thon - and RAN (ran-ran, not walked-ran!) 1.25 miles with some of the other parents. The kids are really encouraged when the parents come along side them. It felt REALLY good to participate. (100 kids ran over 830 miles in 24 hours. My son ran more than 22 miles!)
I'm looking forward to this new season..."off season" training, "job training" season, etc., etc., etc. Reports MAY be farther apart, but I'll check in as I have something to report.
Living and loving my new life!
As I started down the bridge, I notice the finish line was at the bottom. I had a lot of steam left, and was dying to run - so I did, all the way down. Little did I realize...the finish line WAS at the bottom - but before you got to cross, there was a half-mile out-and-back left. I'd used all of my "poop" running...and was really disappointed at my lack of planning. But, I made it across - with GOOD time - I kept my 5K pace for the 10K race! A great season-ender.
This past week was fun, too. I had an interview for a fantastic new job. Friday morning, I woke up in ONEDERLAND!!! I have not seen a "1" out front on my scale since Jr. High School! It started and ended as a red-letter-day with the news that I got the job!
This weekend, I spent 24 hours at my son's ROTC jog-a-thon - and RAN (ran-ran, not walked-ran!) 1.25 miles with some of the other parents. The kids are really encouraged when the parents come along side them. It felt REALLY good to participate. (100 kids ran over 830 miles in 24 hours. My son ran more than 22 miles!)
I'm looking forward to this new season..."off season" training, "job training" season, etc., etc., etc. Reports MAY be farther apart, but I'll check in as I have something to report.
Living and loving my new life!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Post-Partum Depression?
How does a woman who has never given birth suddenly experience post-partum depression? By having given birth to a dream, followed by a week of yucky weather and post-race down time. Thankfully, I'm past all of that!
I'm a "planner" and truly have as much fun looking forward to things as I do in actually participating in them. (I planned for 18 months before my first cruise, and the anticipation was so much fun!) Having been through other "mountain top experiences," I should have expected that I'd be emotionally down after the Warrior Dash, but I didn't. Thankfully, I had a friend who recognized what I was going through, and validated my feelings while encouraging me to keep pressing on.
This past week, our weather turned back around - for one last peek at summer - and I was able to get in some great rides before the rains hit this weekend. And, now that our "liquid sunshine" is here, I'm looking forward to new experiences in the training department.
I did go to two different WLS support group meetings this week - and got to share my Warrior Dash story at both places. (I even wore my Warrior helmet and t-shirt to my "home" group - and they all enjoyed seeing that my year-long dream had become a reality!)
Next weekend is the Great Columbia Crossing 10K in Astoria, Oregon. It will be my longest event of the season - and I'll be pressing to get across the finish line before the time limit. I'm 95% sure I can keep the necessary pace - but since I haven't done that long of an event before, I'm not 100% sure. I guess I won't be the only person to have ever been picked up by the bus - but I don't PLAN to need it! Almost surely, it will be in the mist and/or rain - but since my Battle Ground race was a rainy day, I know that's no big deal.
I'll look forward to sending you my report on that.
Until then - I'm living my fit dreams!
I'm a "planner" and truly have as much fun looking forward to things as I do in actually participating in them. (I planned for 18 months before my first cruise, and the anticipation was so much fun!) Having been through other "mountain top experiences," I should have expected that I'd be emotionally down after the Warrior Dash, but I didn't. Thankfully, I had a friend who recognized what I was going through, and validated my feelings while encouraging me to keep pressing on.
This past week, our weather turned back around - for one last peek at summer - and I was able to get in some great rides before the rains hit this weekend. And, now that our "liquid sunshine" is here, I'm looking forward to new experiences in the training department.
I did go to two different WLS support group meetings this week - and got to share my Warrior Dash story at both places. (I even wore my Warrior helmet and t-shirt to my "home" group - and they all enjoyed seeing that my year-long dream had become a reality!)
Next weekend is the Great Columbia Crossing 10K in Astoria, Oregon. It will be my longest event of the season - and I'll be pressing to get across the finish line before the time limit. I'm 95% sure I can keep the necessary pace - but since I haven't done that long of an event before, I'm not 100% sure. I guess I won't be the only person to have ever been picked up by the bus - but I don't PLAN to need it! Almost surely, it will be in the mist and/or rain - but since my Battle Ground race was a rainy day, I know that's no big deal.
I'll look forward to sending you my report on that.
Until then - I'm living my fit dreams!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
This warrior dashed!
In one word - EXHAUSTED! If I add a few more...proud, thankful, blah, blah, blah.
Warrior Dash was EVERYTHING I had anticipated - a hot, fun, exhausting party full of wonderfully supportive people. But, it wasn't without trial. I didn't complete every obstacle, in spite of best of intentions, and therefore - yes, I WILL do it again!
The day was amazing. I got there right as I had planned, time-wise, and checked in while the day's temperatures rose, even up in the shady hills of North Plains, Oregon. Check-in was a breeze, and it was fun to see all manner of costumed dress, muddy post-race warriors (my wave was at noon, and many had started and finished before me). We set up camp for the family, and I set out to find my warrior and weight-loss friends. Unfortunately, with a crowd that large (THOUSANDS), it was impossible to find anyone.
I'd heard there was a WARRIOR WEDDING to take place during my heat, and I headed to the starting line to watch it happen. Upon arrival, I finally found three of my warrior friends. They took off for an up-close view of the nuptials, and I kept a look out for my supporters. Just before my wave took off, I found three separate groups of friends, and hugged and thanked them all. The wedding party took off, followed by the rest of my wave. (Pre-race, I never did find my other warrior friends.)
I found myself running down the first hill with the wave of folks, and felt a bit of a twinge in my knee, so I had a reality check about my pace - and slowed down. There were PLENTY of people behind me, and many walkers, so it was just fine. I'd been forewarned about the first mile - HILLS and more HILLS - very steep - and I was not at all surprised to be extremely challenged. I found myself at the back of the pack - with about half a dozen folks behind me. I kept trudging along, and up and up and up - and made it to the first obstacle - the pond with logs!
The water entry, to me, was refreshing...I was SO HOT by then. Others whined about how cool it was, but I trudged along in shoulder-high water to the first log. I attempted to hoist myself up and over, but the doggone log rolled me back - I didn't have enough "umph" on my own to make it roll over. Along came a couple of other slow gals - and we 1-2-3'd our way up and over all four logs (roll over, splash, dive, 1-2-3, roll over, splash, dive). It was actually quite fun!
Shortly after climbing the muddy slope out of the logs, we approached the tire run (think military school), and the junkyard jam - climbing over junkyard cars! MORE FUN! There were several climbing obstacles in succession, and I breezed through them. I was surprised how "able" I was to complete these - and felt really good about the training I had put in. The "rope" climb was the one I was most concerned about pre-race - but it was TRULY a breeze for me. I was surprised, and elated, as many of the people with and behind me just went around the obstacle.
At the half way point, I was starting to feel lethargic. I was 45 minutes or an hour into the race, and at the water station, I took on a couple of cups. The problem with this race is that it is nearly impossible to carry any nutrition with you (mud, water, and all), and the aid stations only offer water. (In training, I have a small snack every 45 minutes to hour, and electrolytes when I'm out that long.) So, I kept going.
Our family friend (and coach), Jeff, was supposed to start in the 1:00 wave. We had an agreement that he'd "kick my butt" if he caught me. Well, he cheated - and started with the 12:30 wave. I heard him coming around the corner just past the 1/2 way point - and hollering at me all the way. "Cross - I'm going to get you!" A little love-pat as he passed, and he was gone.
The next obstacle was a series of chest-high hurdles (walls) followed by barbed-wire you crawl under (over hurdle, under wire, over hurdle, under wire, etc.). I was zapped for energy, and made it up the wall, and proceeded to fling myself over - way over - landing hard, flat on my back. A wonderfully nice man (a runner) stopped and asked if I was OK. I assured him I was, and since I was already on the ground, proceeded to roll over and crawl under the barbed wire. I got up, and just stood in front of the next hurdle - staring it down! One of the course volunteers said, "You can go around." I looked at her and whined, "But, I don't WANT to!" She laughed. But, truly, I did not have it in me to try to heft myself up again. (Had I been in my right mind, I think I could have figured it out - but that's in hindsight.) I walked around the rest of the hurdle/wire obstacle.
At that point, I was mentally and physically distraught. The next obstacle was in sight, and as I got to it, I just couldn't bring myself to even try. I didn't think I could climb up, or do the jumping required. So, I walked around it, too. I was discouraged - to say the least.
Fortunately - as strange as it sounds - there was a BIG hill ahead. I talked to myself all the way up that hill - about what progress I've made (as opposed to the guys who commented that they should have trained more than two days - who had NO CLUE how far I've come this year), that I'm out there doing it, and so on. By the time I got to the top of the hill (slowly), I'd recovered my brain! I was going to finish strong!
There were several obstacles ahead, and one more LONG hill...but I took them one at a time - a scary one, a fun one, and so on.
Finally, I smelled the flames from the fire - which I knew was the next to last obstacle. That is were my family would be waiting, and I wanted so badly to RUN into view, and really leap over the flames. (Truly, the fire was the obstacle that scared me the most!) I stopped in a shady spot just around the bend from where I knew I'd be in view, took a few deep breaths, and set out for a strong finish.
As I rounded the corner - they didn't let me down. EVERYONE - my family, my WL support friends, my warrior coworkers - were all there hollering for me. I ran for the fire (the lower flames), and leapt over both lines. I walked to the next obstacle, hearing my son's best friend hollering, "That's my friend's mom - and I'm so proud of her!" (My heart melted for that boy!)
The last obstacle, was the one that I most looked forward to - the one that to me said, "This is Warrior Dash" - the MUD PIT! All of the photos I've seen of W.D. events show the mud-covered runners, and I wanted to be that person. I'd finally earned my turn!
I walked to the mud pit, and as I entered (via fanny), they sprayed me down. I splashed in (getting my face covered, and my eye full of muck), and rolled to my belly. They have you crawling under barbed wire - to keep you down in the mud. I did the belly-crawl under, and got to the other end. Getting out was hard, as I kept slipping back in. I finally stood up, and took one giant step out - on to the mud-slide at the end. (Think big, icky, slip-n-slide.) It was SO FUN, and SO FAST sliding down that I nearly took out a guy at the end, who was trying to help his injured wife out. (I had no control over the situation.) He saw me at the last minute, and straddled, and I zoomed between his legs (FOR REAL!) as everyone in the audience roared. I hit the hay-bales at the end (the "stoppers"), and it was over.
The volunteer staff at the end were there with cups of water for your face and hands, bananas and chocolate milk for "recovery" (not this bariatric patient's recovery choice, mind you), and oodles of people offering hugs and medals for finishing. My fellow-warriors had no problem hugging me, but I even had one dear WLS friend who hugged me in her every day clothes! Nancy's a trooper!
The family said they'd meet me at the car, as I headed to the "Warrior Wash" - a communal pond which by that point looked like chocolate milk. It was refreshing to get the first layer soaked off. On your way out, you dropped off your muddy shoes to be recycled, and I headed home. As I was leaving, the missing coworker-warrior group was just heading to the pond for their dip - so we finally connected - and I handed them my "free beer" coupon.
What a fantastic day! THIS is the event that I dreamed about...THIS is LIVING MY FIT DREAMS!
On a final note, the Warrior Wash might have got the outer layer - but under garments hold LOTS of mud! LOL! Nostrils, and ears, too. - Just in case you were wondering!
Warrior Dash was EVERYTHING I had anticipated - a hot, fun, exhausting party full of wonderfully supportive people. But, it wasn't without trial. I didn't complete every obstacle, in spite of best of intentions, and therefore - yes, I WILL do it again!
The day was amazing. I got there right as I had planned, time-wise, and checked in while the day's temperatures rose, even up in the shady hills of North Plains, Oregon. Check-in was a breeze, and it was fun to see all manner of costumed dress, muddy post-race warriors (my wave was at noon, and many had started and finished before me). We set up camp for the family, and I set out to find my warrior and weight-loss friends. Unfortunately, with a crowd that large (THOUSANDS), it was impossible to find anyone.
I'd heard there was a WARRIOR WEDDING to take place during my heat, and I headed to the starting line to watch it happen. Upon arrival, I finally found three of my warrior friends. They took off for an up-close view of the nuptials, and I kept a look out for my supporters. Just before my wave took off, I found three separate groups of friends, and hugged and thanked them all. The wedding party took off, followed by the rest of my wave. (Pre-race, I never did find my other warrior friends.)
I found myself running down the first hill with the wave of folks, and felt a bit of a twinge in my knee, so I had a reality check about my pace - and slowed down. There were PLENTY of people behind me, and many walkers, so it was just fine. I'd been forewarned about the first mile - HILLS and more HILLS - very steep - and I was not at all surprised to be extremely challenged. I found myself at the back of the pack - with about half a dozen folks behind me. I kept trudging along, and up and up and up - and made it to the first obstacle - the pond with logs!
The water entry, to me, was refreshing...I was SO HOT by then. Others whined about how cool it was, but I trudged along in shoulder-high water to the first log. I attempted to hoist myself up and over, but the doggone log rolled me back - I didn't have enough "umph" on my own to make it roll over. Along came a couple of other slow gals - and we 1-2-3'd our way up and over all four logs (roll over, splash, dive, 1-2-3, roll over, splash, dive). It was actually quite fun!
Shortly after climbing the muddy slope out of the logs, we approached the tire run (think military school), and the junkyard jam - climbing over junkyard cars! MORE FUN! There were several climbing obstacles in succession, and I breezed through them. I was surprised how "able" I was to complete these - and felt really good about the training I had put in. The "rope" climb was the one I was most concerned about pre-race - but it was TRULY a breeze for me. I was surprised, and elated, as many of the people with and behind me just went around the obstacle.
At the half way point, I was starting to feel lethargic. I was 45 minutes or an hour into the race, and at the water station, I took on a couple of cups. The problem with this race is that it is nearly impossible to carry any nutrition with you (mud, water, and all), and the aid stations only offer water. (In training, I have a small snack every 45 minutes to hour, and electrolytes when I'm out that long.) So, I kept going.
Our family friend (and coach), Jeff, was supposed to start in the 1:00 wave. We had an agreement that he'd "kick my butt" if he caught me. Well, he cheated - and started with the 12:30 wave. I heard him coming around the corner just past the 1/2 way point - and hollering at me all the way. "Cross - I'm going to get you!" A little love-pat as he passed, and he was gone.
The next obstacle was a series of chest-high hurdles (walls) followed by barbed-wire you crawl under (over hurdle, under wire, over hurdle, under wire, etc.). I was zapped for energy, and made it up the wall, and proceeded to fling myself over - way over - landing hard, flat on my back. A wonderfully nice man (a runner) stopped and asked if I was OK. I assured him I was, and since I was already on the ground, proceeded to roll over and crawl under the barbed wire. I got up, and just stood in front of the next hurdle - staring it down! One of the course volunteers said, "You can go around." I looked at her and whined, "But, I don't WANT to!" She laughed. But, truly, I did not have it in me to try to heft myself up again. (Had I been in my right mind, I think I could have figured it out - but that's in hindsight.) I walked around the rest of the hurdle/wire obstacle.
At that point, I was mentally and physically distraught. The next obstacle was in sight, and as I got to it, I just couldn't bring myself to even try. I didn't think I could climb up, or do the jumping required. So, I walked around it, too. I was discouraged - to say the least.
Fortunately - as strange as it sounds - there was a BIG hill ahead. I talked to myself all the way up that hill - about what progress I've made (as opposed to the guys who commented that they should have trained more than two days - who had NO CLUE how far I've come this year), that I'm out there doing it, and so on. By the time I got to the top of the hill (slowly), I'd recovered my brain! I was going to finish strong!
There were several obstacles ahead, and one more LONG hill...but I took them one at a time - a scary one, a fun one, and so on.
Finally, I smelled the flames from the fire - which I knew was the next to last obstacle. That is were my family would be waiting, and I wanted so badly to RUN into view, and really leap over the flames. (Truly, the fire was the obstacle that scared me the most!) I stopped in a shady spot just around the bend from where I knew I'd be in view, took a few deep breaths, and set out for a strong finish.
As I rounded the corner - they didn't let me down. EVERYONE - my family, my WL support friends, my warrior coworkers - were all there hollering for me. I ran for the fire (the lower flames), and leapt over both lines. I walked to the next obstacle, hearing my son's best friend hollering, "That's my friend's mom - and I'm so proud of her!" (My heart melted for that boy!)
The last obstacle, was the one that I most looked forward to - the one that to me said, "This is Warrior Dash" - the MUD PIT! All of the photos I've seen of W.D. events show the mud-covered runners, and I wanted to be that person. I'd finally earned my turn!
I walked to the mud pit, and as I entered (via fanny), they sprayed me down. I splashed in (getting my face covered, and my eye full of muck), and rolled to my belly. They have you crawling under barbed wire - to keep you down in the mud. I did the belly-crawl under, and got to the other end. Getting out was hard, as I kept slipping back in. I finally stood up, and took one giant step out - on to the mud-slide at the end. (Think big, icky, slip-n-slide.) It was SO FUN, and SO FAST sliding down that I nearly took out a guy at the end, who was trying to help his injured wife out. (I had no control over the situation.) He saw me at the last minute, and straddled, and I zoomed between his legs (FOR REAL!) as everyone in the audience roared. I hit the hay-bales at the end (the "stoppers"), and it was over.
The volunteer staff at the end were there with cups of water for your face and hands, bananas and chocolate milk for "recovery" (not this bariatric patient's recovery choice, mind you), and oodles of people offering hugs and medals for finishing. My fellow-warriors had no problem hugging me, but I even had one dear WLS friend who hugged me in her every day clothes! Nancy's a trooper!
The family said they'd meet me at the car, as I headed to the "Warrior Wash" - a communal pond which by that point looked like chocolate milk. It was refreshing to get the first layer soaked off. On your way out, you dropped off your muddy shoes to be recycled, and I headed home. As I was leaving, the missing coworker-warrior group was just heading to the pond for their dip - so we finally connected - and I handed them my "free beer" coupon.
What a fantastic day! THIS is the event that I dreamed about...THIS is LIVING MY FIT DREAMS!
On a final note, the Warrior Wash might have got the outer layer - but under garments hold LOTS of mud! LOL! Nostrils, and ears, too. - Just in case you were wondering!
Monday, September 5, 2011
My first Fartlek!
No, that is not code for something naughty...but rather something way FUN. Swedish for "speed play," Farklet is just a fun form of interval training. I'm finding that though distances are getting easier for me, my time isn't really improving. Basically, I think I need to push myself - and today was definitely my hardest "by myself" workout. I ran to the nearby school, put my water bottle down, and did graduated sprint there/walk back sessions to and from the water bottle for 35 minutes. It was hot and challenging - but I felt like I'd truly Labored on Labor Day! :)
I spent this weekend starting to plan my path to the bigger races - and my training is definitely going to be more thought out. I know I've done half-hearted strength training, and have yet to implement my yoga/recovery plan. Now, it's all PLANNED, and I need to IMPLEMENT.
And, Mike and Lea will be happy to know - I'm taking my RECOVERY shakes seriously, too. Putting on my big girl panties (figuratively - no longer literally!), and drinking them whether I want to, or not!
Closing in on a big number in the weight department. Stay tuned.
Six days until I rock it at WARRIOR DASH!
Until then, Living My Fit Dreams!
I spent this weekend starting to plan my path to the bigger races - and my training is definitely going to be more thought out. I know I've done half-hearted strength training, and have yet to implement my yoga/recovery plan. Now, it's all PLANNED, and I need to IMPLEMENT.
And, Mike and Lea will be happy to know - I'm taking my RECOVERY shakes seriously, too. Putting on my big girl panties (figuratively - no longer literally!), and drinking them whether I want to, or not!
Closing in on a big number in the weight department. Stay tuned.
Six days until I rock it at WARRIOR DASH!
Until then, Living My Fit Dreams!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Sleepless nights = Big Dreams
Sleepless nights. Yep, several in a row. I wake up to take the dogs out, and start thinking of the possibilities. Right now, it’s the next two years worth of races. I’ve already moved on past the HOPING I can do Warrior Dash and Columbia Crossing – I know those are in the bag! It’s the “what next” that keeps me awake at night.
I’m planning the half marathon next year – and, again, KNOW I can do that. When talking with Iron Man Mike last week, I even told him that. I know I can do that today, if I needed to. Maybe not with a great time, but I know that I now have the endurance ability to finish a longer race. So, it’s time to DREAM. BIG DREAMS!
Half marathon, century ride, and yes – even thinking of that doggone swim…via triathlon. Bariathletes posted a link last week on great Ironman races for first-timers. These are Ironman 70.3 races (also known as Half Ironman races). One is in beautiful Oceanside, California…and the 2013 race will be right after my 40th birthday. Dare I dream of it? YES! ABSOLUETLY YES! I keep saying that I’m going to be better at 40 than I was at 20…and I mean it.
I have a long way to go. The 15.9 mile ride I did yesterday is barely enough for the sprint-triathlon I plan to do next year. But, it was definitely NOT the hardest ride I’ve done so far (in spite of heat and hills), and had it not been getting dark, I could have ridden a while longer. I’m not breaking any land-speed records at this point. But, I’m getting out there. And, I’m DREAMING, especially when I’m not sleeping!
Stay tuned…because I’m LIVING MY FIT DREAMS.
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