Dear Former Gym Teacher

Dear Former Gym Teacher,

So on Sunday, I set out for my scheduled long run.  It started out rough as it was staying darker longer and I was trying to get out earlier to beat the heat.  Well after about 30 minutes of tossing and turning and fighting those inner demons in my head, I managed to pull myself out of bed and get ready.

As usual when it comes to my long runs, I tossed around different routes in my head and which way did I want to go today.  Down the paved trail where I would find rolling hill after rolling hill, or did I want to go through the park, where it was mostly flat, however I would have to circle passed my parked car at some point?  I ended up choosing the paved trail so I wouldn’t have to go passed my parked car and be tempted to call it good.

I’m sure dear former gym teacher, you would be so proud, I chose to go the path less traveled and “most difficult” in my mind.  So my run started out like any of my other runs despite the fact that it was already warm and a little too balmy outside.

Dear former gym teacher, you have to understand that on my long runs, my thoughts range greatly.  Most of the time, it is with great ideas and things I want to do.  Today it was a little different.  My thoughts went “dark” so to speak.  No I was not running in the dark for those that thought that.  I started thinking about growing up and being that “fat kid.”  I mean come on, I weighed 186 lbs in 6th grade (and you know, I haven’t even ever told my husband this).  I started thinking about when I did I start to feel self-conscious about myself and about my abilities or lack of abilities rather when it came to team sports and physical activity. When do I recall that I started to hate gym and physical activity?  I plodded along thinking and thinking and thinking.

It was you that made me learn to hate it and to dislike myself.  It was you that made me feel inadvertently self-conscious about myself and my body, even after I later on, became an athlete.  Definitely not a choice I made due to any encouragement from you that’s for sure.

I tracked it down to one particular instance.  ONE.  It only takes on time right?  This is it.

I headed to gym like any other day dear former gym teacher with my class and after our daily warm ups, we were instructed to go out and run two laps around the cinder track.  TWO.  For some, this may not seem like much, but for the 186lb 6th grader, who wore a size 20, this was a lot.  Yes, I get that your job is to instill good health, nutrition and fitness in our youngsters, but how you went about it in my case, was NOT helpful

So I remember taking off running to keep up with my classmates, because that’s what all kids do right?  Well about a quarter of the way around lap one, I, gasping for air had to stop and walk.  I felt defeated but I was determined to keep going, I remember thinking I could walk a bit then start running again.  I never saw myself different from others before, until this day.  So there I was having to stop and walk because I was gasping for air, when I heard you yell out my name along with a few others and sent us to time out by the football field posts.  Coming from the kid that had never gotten in trouble at school, to being reprimanded (in my mind), because I was too fat and couldn’t run 1/2 a mile without having to stop to walk like all of the other kids and your football players.  Really?  Did you try to come out and run with me, to ENCOURAGE me to keep going?  No.  Instead I had to sit there in time out, while other kids ran passed me, laughing, giving me “those” looks.  Yeah I knew they were talking about me (or at least in my mind with their actions they were)  I never held it against them, only you.  You were the one that called me out.  The shy and quiet kid.

Here, you put me in time out and I was sent home with a letter to my parents telling them all about it (and in my mind that your child is overweight and not good enough).  I dreaded having to take that letter home.  I was devastated and upset.  I was furious and in tears.  I remember handing that letter to my mom at bedtime and crying (yet again).  I had went all day postponing the inevitable task of announcing my sorryness as a child.  I remember my mom reading it and not saying a word.  She didn’t get mad at me.  She simply signed the paper and hugged me.  She loved me no matter what.  You on the other hand, dear former gym teacher, did not.

Not only did I have to bring that ridiculous piece of paper back to you signed, but I was reprimanded and had to run that 1/2 mile again WITHOUT walking while the other kids did something else.  I remember taking off on that nasty looking, old, beat up cinder track and running, slow this time, because I wasn’t having to “keep up” with anyone.  I cried the entire way around those two laps (without stopping yes).  I was gasping for air, my legs and knees hurt, my lungs and throat burned, face red I’m sure, but yes I did it.  Not because you had motivated me or encouraged me dear former gym teacher, but because I was FURIOUS and because if I didn’t make it, I would have to do it again another day.   I.  Hated.  You.

The time when I needed some encouragement and someone to SHOW me how to be healthy, you did not do that.  Instead you reprimanded me for something I couldn’t do.  I hated gym ever since.  Did you ever think to look that at home what I was dealing with?  The fact that my dad suffered from diabetes and was going on kidney dialysis?  The fact that I needed some guidance but my parents had too much going on with my dad’s health to help me.  Did you think about the long-term effects your choice of “fixing” the problem would do?  Did you think about how the kids would treat or see me after that?  Did you think about the fact that I needed help, and not being put in timeout?  Did you even know I was shy and quiet?  I got my feelings hurt easily back then?  Did you know because of you, I became aware of the fact that my dad was ashamed of my size?  No….

I.  Hated.  You.  It wasn’t for you that’s for sure, that I chose to go out for volleyball.  It was because of you that after middle school volleyball, I didn’t try out for high school volleyball, simply because there was a timed mile run and because of you, I was afraid.  Afraid of running.  Afraid of failure.  Afraid of being made fun of even despite the fact that I had a wonderful volleyball coach in middle school that encouraged me and knew I would try my best even when I made mistake after mistake and would have to run laps on the bleachers.  He saw that I would try even when I struggled.  I kept trying because he did not reprimand me and put me in time out.

It’s not because of you that I excelled at tennis during high school.  Instead, I had an amazing coach that made it fun and turned it into a game.  A coach that was patient and encouraging.  Not one to point out that I was still bigger than all of my friends, one that pointed out all of my strengths and what I had going for me.

It’s not because of you, that I later became a long distance runner and to this day have run numerous 5ks, six half marathons and one full marathon .  It’s.  Not.  Because.  Of.  You.

It’s because of you, that I was ashamed of myself growing up and afraid to go to gym.  I dreaded going to gym every day.  Even in high school when you were no longer my gym teacher.  The seed was planted.  I recall loving to play kick ball in grade school, but after THAT day in 6th grade.  No longer did I want to play any team sports or go to gym.

Dear former gym teacher, I hope that one day that this finds its way to you and that you take the time to read this and know, that’s it’s NOT due to you that I have learned to love running finally.  It was all of those other people and coaches in my life that encouraged me.  Please don’t take credit for something you didn’t do.  I no longer hate you, don’t get me wrong, but I still don’t like you.  There are far better ways to get someone to accomplish something especially a young mind, which you were put in charge of on a daily basis.  Life isn’t fair and kids are mean, I fully know this, BUT you are a teacher.  You were put in your job to help encourage young minds and shape them. You are put there to TEACH them.  Teach them to love themselves and each other, not to hate themselves and what they are.  Dear former gym teacher, I hope this finds its way to you and you learn that “tough love” doesn’t work all of the time.  Being a therapist, I know all about “tough love.”  It has a time and a place, once you get to know the person’s personality and if it’s appropriate for them.  Tough love isn’t for everyone.  Sometimes it can be more damaging than anything else.

Dear former gym teacher, it is because of you, I shed tears on Sunday’s run.  I shed tears because I recall how I felt just like it was yesterday.  I shed tears because I let you get to me like that.  I shed tears for all of the inner turmoil you caused throughout those years.

I have changed greatly since then.  I am no longer that shy and quiet kid.  I am a grown woman with kids of my own now and I will not let a teacher like you, do what you did, to my kids.  I am stronger and tougher than I used to be.  I am proud of what I have accomplished, all despite what you helped instill in me.  I am strong.  I am happy once again.  I run for myself.  I run for others.  I run to SHOW others that they can do anything they want to.  I, a former 186lb “fat kid,” am a MOTHERFREAKING.  RUNNER.  No thanks to you.

Warrior Dash both

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Sincerely,

Your former fat student

This, That and the Other

Boy as I look at my website and try to decide what I want to do with it, I just can’t figure it out.  I always seem to get in my most thoughtful moods, when I’m NOT at my computer.  Imagine that!  So frustrating!

2015 was a rough year for me and I know for many others as well.  We sold our old house, moved into a rental house and lived there for 6 months while our new house was being built which meant going out to the build site every day to see progress and taking pictures, going to stores to pick out tile, carpet and flooring and many others.  It was an amazing experience, but definitely stressful and tiresome.  So glad my husband and I agreed on everything.  With living in temporary housing it meant a loss of space for our kids as well as myself.  They had a share a room which meant transitioning a three-year old to a new way which was very tiresome taking on a new job at the same time.  Now that we are in our new house, trying to transition him back to his own room is proving to be another challenge.  Here we are three months into living in our new house and it is still a nightly fight.  He even got a new big boy bed that is in the shape of a Jeep and he wants to still sleep with his sister.  Ughh!  Have I ever mentioned how trying three-year olds are?!?

Not only did my kids have a share a room, but I gave up my office space along with my workout area.  I made do often working from the couch, but not having my structured setting at my desk where I could live myself notes and things to do the next day.  My workout area at first was the livingroom then it slowly got taken over with new furniture and kid toys invading it.  It’s amazing at how much we moms give up for our families.

Now that we are in our new house and we made it through the holidays and our Disney World trip right before Christmas, it only made sense to start focusing on our health again which had been a huge challenge in 2015 with house showings, trips to the build site and two moves meant lots of eating out for convenience.  Which led to a 15lb weight gain.  No amount of Shakeology or working out will keep you from gaining weight if you still continue to eat poorly.  I want to be honest with everyone on that.  2015 was a year of reaching family goals, but a year of some sacrifice and making poor choices in nutrition.  Now that is all in the past, we have made choices and sacrifices as  a family to make our health our #1 priority.  I have my workout room back so now I have been getting up every morning before everyone else to get a workout in, for that happens to be Hammer and Chisel.  Running has taken a step back and is sitting on the back burner as I have dealt with a sinus infection off and on all year-long last year.  Going to the doctor and being told it was just viral with it never going away.  Finally getting medication for it right before Thanksgiving time and starting to feel better only to have it come right back after the medication was gone.  I finally broke down and scheduled an appointment with an ENT at the beginning of January only to have it confirmed with a CT scan that all of my sinuses except my frontal were pretty darn full.  Of all things, this is not for me, as the one bodily fluid I can’t stand to see is, snot!  BLEH!  When my kids have running noses, they get sent to Dad!  So with all the pressure and congestion, I am scheduled for a sinus surgery on February 19th to have them cleaned out, ballooned and to fix my deviated septum.  I’m hoping once all of this is done, I can once again breathe and be able to run again without my heart rate sky rocketing because breathing is so difficult.

With that being said I am currently on day 12 of Hammer and Chisel and I am loving it!  So far I have only encountered one workout that doesn’t include weights, which is a change of pace for me and I am truly enjoying it.  I do though that I need to get heavier weights as I am doubling up on my lighter weights and gripping TWO weights in one hand is rather difficult with my tiny hands.

I am hoping to get a few friends going on Hammer and Chisel and running so I can have some accountability along the way with it and get back to running my half marathons.  I have goals to crush!   If you are ready to get started, just let me know and we will get you going.  If not for you, but for someone else, send them my way!  I truly need the accountability.

Who is ready to join me??

Rooster Day Run 15k

So I started this post back on the day of my race and then got sidetracked with other things, typically my full-time job and my family and basically not having enough hours in my day to do everything that I need and want to.  I think that is life in general though, don’t you agree?

So my race went better than I actually expected.  My unspoken goal was 90 minutes as I have only ever done one other 15k and it was while I was training for something else, so I was much better conditioned then I was coming into this.

This race actually took place on my “turf” if you want to call it that.  I always run out along this route.  Always some hill work involved and some good flat areas as well.  Plus not to mention I love the scenery!

So the race had a fairly late start compared to most races with a gun time of 8:30 am, which I think is mainly in part due to the fact this IS a family friendly race which I love.  I got to sleep in compared to most other races and get up at 7 am.  I had my usual whole wheat toast with PB, half of a banana and some honey.  This works perfect for me.  I good amount of complex carbs, protein and easy energy with the banana and honey.  Once I had my breakfast and got dressed, I headed to the race venue.  One of my favorite things to watch is the fun run.  I love being able to watch the kids and families take part in a healthy lifestyle together.  Plus I love watching the competitiveness of the little ones!  They melt my heart!

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After the fun run got underway, they got set up for the 5k and the 15k.  We were both starting together, which I kept having to remind myself in the beginning to pull back on the reigns as I kept wanting to stay up with those doing the 15k.  We looped around the park and then headed out towards NSU college grounds, which are absolutely gorgeous!  Somewhere around the NSU grounds is when a man came up and introduced himself as Mike.

I absolutely love the running community for the simple fact that everyone is typically friendly and will come up and just start talking.  This was Mike’s first run since his half marathon over a year ago.  His goal was under 90 minutes as well.  We chit chatted most of the way about our spouse’s and our kids and our “why” for running.  It’s so neat hearing everyone’s reason.  Along the way, he kept pointing out all of his B.A. Runner friends and even pointed out one that said he would give him $20 if he could pass him somewhere along the way.  Mike just chuckled and said he had to do this.  GAME ON!  Once we got onto the actual trail system where the hills start to take over, this is where I just look down and running becomes mechanical for me.  Right before the first big hill, we manage to come up to the gentleman that Mike said he had to pass.  Needless to say we did!

Hills are not enjoyable, but yet I find myself easily getting into a steady rhythm and pushing forward.  I began to pull away from Mike and he told me not to wait up and that he was going “to cry like a little girl up this hill.”  HA!  I just had to chuckle to myself and kept going.  Somewhere along the way after that first hill, Mike caught back up to me for a little bit before his running watched beeped at him, letting him know that his heart rate was too high so he kind of pulled back some.  We still have a few miles to go, so I pulled back some too as the sun was taking its toll on me and starting to get a little warm.  

I kept drinking more and more of my water and was getting towards the bottom of my bottle.  As we started up some more of the smaller hills, Mike slowed down and I just pushed forward.  The last mile was rough as you could see the finish line the whole way.  It was just pure torture as it was too hot for me at this point.

I felt like the ending was rather uneventful as I had pushed myself enough during the whole course that I had no umph to finish it off with.  I was happy to see though that I had beat my goal and even set an PR for my 15k time!

Another great year for the Rooster Day run!

Running SUCKS….

but most days I love it!

Today I had someone ask me why do I like running so much.  My answer to them was this, “I don’t always like it.  Some days it just plain sucks for a lack of a better term.”

Today I woke up and did NOT want to get out of bed.  I had been dealing with a mouthy daughter the night before which had put me in a foul mood and the “hangover” if you want to call it that, carried over into today.  I hate waking up in a bad mood.  I am normally a very happy person, but her attitude the last few days had just been taking its toll on my mood and stress level.  I forced myself out of bed, as I had laid all my running attire out the night before so there were no excuses.  I got up and got dressed and forced myself out the door.  I got to my normal running locale and sat in my car, fiddling with my phone.  I didn’t want to go.   I got my music ready and stepped out.  It was a little chilly but not too bad.  I got my Garmin set and set out on my merry (or foul rather in this case), little way.  I felt heavy and sluggish from the bottled in stress and emotions.  My right hip was tight and protested slightly going up the hills.  About a mile into my run I came across the top of my first hill and it was here that I felt the heaviness lift.  My hip felt slightly better, my jaw relaxed and I kept plugging away, still thinking “I have one more mile to go before I can turn around…”  Just before 1.5 miles in, as I was coming down a long hill, I felt the rest of the tension ease and I started looking at all the things on my run like I normally do.  The crisp air, the dew that had collected on my shirt sleeves as I went, the dew on the grass leaves, the smell of the nearby houses with their fireplaces going.  It felt great.

Once I got to my turn around area, I thought to myself “Okay!  I’m half way, this should be easier now.”  However, part of my last half of my run is the uphill part of that long downhill where I felt all that release maybe 5 minutes earlier.  It is a slow gradual incline that is at least a 1/2 mile long.  It’s rough.  My neighbor calls it “Million Dollar Hill.”  Most of the time you see people walking up this bad boy or pushing their bike, however I run it several times a week, today I felt like throwing in the towel.  I wanted to stop and walk so bad, however my heart said “keep going!  You will kick this hill’s ass!”  My heart rate was climbing as I sped up this mountain, topping out at 184 bpm, however the downhill side of this thing feels so sweet after that slow, steady climb.  I knew once I conquered that beast, it was all downhill from there and I was right.  My pace quickened for the rest of my route.  I felt energy surge through me and pushed the pace even more.  All of my happy music seemed to be popping up from this point on.

Once I got back to my car, I felt relieved and so much better and was glad I made myself get out and get that run in.  Running is therapy to me.  Exercise is therapy to me.  It’s the natural mood enhancer that so many people are missing in their lives.  I wish after a good run or a good race, I could just break off a little bit of what I’m feeling and give it those that have ever doubted me and why I enjoy it so much.  I wish I could make them feel the sense of accomplishment and pride that I feel when I have done something I never thought I could do.  It’s not a race against others.  It’s a race against yourself and what you thought you couldn’t do and what you couldn’t do yesterday.  Everyday I am changing, little bit, by little bit, making myself stronger:  mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

When I look back at my life, I want to be able to say I was a good mother and wife first off, but determined and driven as well.  Running and exercise provides me with all that.  It is my stress reliever and it is my joy, but it also plain sucks some days.

Week 5 of Marathon Training

So week 5 started with me still be a little under the weather but I managed.  I could finally breath, however the cough and feeling short of breath is what was getting me.

Monday was a short, but taxing run as I pushed my little man in the stroller, while hubby and I ran up and down the road for 1.94 miles.  Why did I stop .06 miles short of 2 miles?  Some cranky toddler and I could only get away with only so many “1 more time.”

Tuesday I managed to squeeze in 3.02 miles in the morning before work.  This was a fairly good run considering my breathing and I managed my pace

Wednesday was more trying being my 4th run in a row.  I got in 5.02 miles.  I decided to forgo the hills and stuck to a relatively flat area as I knew my lungs would be taxed as it was with how my breathing was going.

Thursday I took a rest day on accident.  All week-long I was thinking it was a day behind what it actually was.  So Thursday I thought it was Wednesday.  Whoops!  Sunday’s run through me off!  I did plan to run with my running buddy though on Sunday again instead of Saturday so that meant I could get my other run in on Friday

Friday I was able to get my other 5 mile run in for the day.  This one was a little more difficult than the last 5 mile run as it was fairly humid and lack of wind was tough but I got it done!

Saturday, the PLAN was a short run and then PiYo to stretch out, however we started a “quick project” at home in our sunroom.

Sunday was a long slow run.  The schedule called for 8 miles and that’s what we got in.  It was a little warmed than it had been in the morning with little to no wind but we got it done.  Towards the end of the run, my left knee was starting to hurt just at the top of the tibial plateau so when I got home, I made sure to take some Advil and my glucosamine.  I also got to try out my new Flipbelt that I got!

As the coughing subsides some, we shall see how the lungs handle it and go from there.  I can only do as my body allows me without causing further injury.

Life of a Working Mom and Back to School

Oh boy…this has been one of THOSE weeks for sure!  Thankfully it’s the last week before school starts.  Not that I don’t like my kids hoe from school (less stringent with bedtimes), but a nice set schedule will be nice.   This week for work has been fairy busy and of course I’m slowing getting over the “crud” that I had still.  The congestion has went away but the cough is still there and my lungs don’t feel 100% again yet.   Not to mention the feeling of fatigue and occasional feeling of shortness of breath.  I will be glad once I feel 100% again for sure!

So many parents sent their kids back to school this week.  I truly enjoyed seeing all the return to school photos on Facebook.  We haven’t gotten there quite yet.   My 8-year-old returns to school on Thursday, August 21st.  I can’t believe she will be in 3rd grade this year!  It completely baffles me!  Where did the time go?!?

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First day of Pre-K3

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I’m just amazed at my bright, sweet little girl and all the joy that she has brought to my life, but now she is getting so big!  The things that come out of her mouth are so funny and sometimes off the wall.  She never fails to keep us on our toes that’s for sure!

So as we go into the final few days before school starts, I am preparing schedules and meals, workout schedules, getting the house in order from the summer chaos and trying to get everything back in order.  Although right now after a full day of work the thought makes me want to yawn.  Can’t I just go lay down on the couch and nap?   Even just 30 minutes?

No I tell myself!  Finish this blog post and get up and get into the kitchen to start dinner before everyone is starving to death.  We did rearrange the schedule some this school year to accommodate my new Fit Club that I have going on every Tuesday night.   So starting in September Sofie will now start going to gymnastics on Monday nights instead of Tuesdays to make it where we only have one activity going on in a days time.  Only a few more weeks to get through of Tuesday’s being packed.  Also I’m going to continue getting up early to get my runs in early in the day and then program workout in the evening in which I’m going to be restarting PiYo since being sick I missed so many of the workouts.

Did your kids return back to school this week?  What grades?   What things do you do to make your schedule easier during the school year?

Week 3 and 4 of Marathon Training

So I’m still in the midst of training for my first marathon however of course I had to have at least one week thrown in there being sick.  Wah…wah…waaahh….

Week 3 was great.  I got all my runs in as scheduled then come Friday I noticed that faint, funny feeling in the back of my throat.  That tingle if you will or scratchiness, whatever you want to call it.  Just enough you wonder if you are imagining things then BAM!  Saturday, full on stuffy nose, cough, sinus headache, the works.  Of course that Friday just happened to be our 4 year anniversary in which my husband took me out for dinner at HuHot while my parents watched our kiddos.  Saturday night we were headed out-of-town to Dallas to enjoy a night by ourselves at my husband’s company pool party (aka adults only).  I felt just down right yucky.  No fever but congested and lethargic.  It was fun though.  When you have kids you miss those adult conversations that don’t get interrupted!  We stayed there until 9 pm then left to go grab a light, late night dinner with all intentions of going out with one of my husband’s coworkers, but by the time we got dinner we both were pooped and just went back to the hotel and I was passed out by 10:30 while my husband was left trying to find something to watch on TV at the hotel.

Sunday, 7/27 – 1.25 miles

Monday, 7/28 – 3 miles

Tuesday, 7/29 –  I got my PiYo Buns in PLUS had an amazing turnout for my Fit Club!

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Wednesday, 7/30 – PiYo Drench plus 4 miles

Thursday, 7/31 – I spent my evening cleaning and getting the house in order for my parents arrival with what little time I had.

Friday, 8/1 – No workout, enjoyed a date night with my hubby for our anniversary and SICK

Saturday, 8/2 – SICK

Sunday, 8/3 – SICK and had to say good-bye to my little girl as she was flying to Texas to spend the week with her Baba, step mom and sister.  I always miss her when she is gone.

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Waiting for the delayed plane

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She had to show off her Texas Rangers shirt we bought for her while we were in Texas

Monday, 8/4 – SICK

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Sofie and her sister playing in the ocean

Tuesday, 8/5 – 2 miles

Wednesday, 8/6 – 4 miles

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Love my running trail in the morning!

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We also spent our evening at a nature trail with our son, trying to distract him while his Sissy was away.  He missed her horribly!

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Thursday, 8/7 – SICK

Friday, 8/8 – Sick, but better and made plans to run in the morning.

Saturday, 8/9 – Sick but got to go pick up my little girl from the airport!  Instantly made my day better!

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Sunday, 8/10 – 7.09 miles, slow but steady even though I felt like I was dying.  Then my daughter and her friends wanted to have a lemonade stand to help raise money for the JDRF.  I will say they were quite successful!  Almost $75 in 3 hours!  Very proud of them.  We of course went to celebrate later that night with small snocones.

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Hopefully this week will be much better then the last two weeks.  I’m starting to feel better, now if I can just get rid of this irritating cough as the nasal stuffiness has went away.

How has last few weeks been since I’ve been MIA?

 

Week 2 of Marathon Training

So this week marked week two of marathon training for the Route 66 Marathon on November 23rd.  It’s been a hot one here in Oklahoma.  Granted we haven’t been in the 100’s yet but it’s been mid to high 90’s with higher than normal humidity making it hard for running.  Most of this week I had to get up early to get my runs in without feeling like I’m dying too much with the humidity.

Sunday started off my week, not so much with a run, but with some PiYo Sweat from Team Beachbody.  I’m noticing the fact as a runner I need to add in some flexibility training and as well as the fact it is helping me with some strength building in my core and upper body.

I started out my week with my first run on Monday running with my neighbor and one of her friends.  They are always a joy to run with because our conversations vary so much and usually revolve around our kids and daily motherhood/wife struggles.  It’s always refreshing to know that you are not alone.   Monday evening was spent with finally getting in PiYo Buns after my kids went to sleep.  This was my first time getting to this workout of the DVD.  Boy did it work my legs and butt!  Ohhweee!

Tuesday I ended up running by myself as my neighbor had something planned.  Tuesday is was even MORE humid than the day before.  I ended up having to stop and walk 3 times due to the humidity.  I had sweat just pouring off of me.  I think between the humidity and the PiYo buns the night before, my legs were pooped!

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Sweat running down my arm after my run

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Sweat dripping off the tips of my hair

Wednesday was a rest day for me completely.

Thursday, I didn’t make it up early enough in the morning before it got hot to make it out for a run, so I ended up going to the gym to get in a tempo run on the treadmill.  The treadmill is never my favorite, I find it rather boring even with the people watching and the TV so I make it into a tempo run which is easier to do on the treadmill.

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After I got my run in I think outside may have actually been a better choice.  At my gym they have a swimming pool so it’s always a little more humid in there, plus I passed one thermostat and it read 82 degrees.  I was just covered in sweat but I managed.  I wasn’t too happy though once I got out to my car.  I walked out of the gym to my car to find this:

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I couldn’t even squeeze my knee cap in between the side of my car and the door.  I had to climb through my passenger door to get into my seat.  In my awe of how some people can’t park, even when it’s a tiny Kia Rio, a couple of guys walking into the gym had to say a few choice comments and left some “presents” under the windshield wiper for me.  Made me feel a little better it wasn’t just me overreacting at least.

Friday was another rest day for me from running to gear up for my long run on Saturday.  I did get in my PiYo Sweat in for the day and felt great starting my day off with it.  I can’t say enough how much I love Chalene Johnson and her positive attitude with her programs.

Saturday morning I woke up early to get out the door and meet my friend at Turkey Mountain to get our long run in.  Granted this really was a long for us, but as we work through our training program, it is what it is.  I will say 6 miles was rough today, even at 7 am.  At 7 am it was already 80 degrees and the humidity was high yet again.  We are supposed to have cooler weather next week and I look forward to it!  On our run this morning we did see something I had never seen before.  It was rather sad to see, but as we were running the trail ends early due to construction and we still had a quarter-mile to run before we could turn around so we followed the roadway on the shoulder to get in that last bit.  Up ahead we noticed some kind of animal had been hit and as we got closer the coloring made me think of a Bald Eagle and sure enough as we got closer that’s what it was!  So sad to see but I don’t want to even think about what it felt like or heard to the car that hit it.  It was MASSIVE!

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Waiting for my friend Jennifer to arrive

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My husband ended up getting me a new pair of kicks for our anniversary (which is August 1st) after I went and got fitted for them

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The last three tenths of a mile back to our starting point is pretty much an uphill battle.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m used to hills as I run them pretty much all the time, but this thing was termed the “mean b***h” because it just stinks.  I think I can walk faster up this hill than I can run up it.   This hill is a series of short, steep hills followed by a small short “landing” that levels out some followed by another small, steep hill.  There is hardly anytime for your heart rate to recover.  Killer workout for sure!

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So I ended week two with just under 18 miles.  Next week will be right at 16 miles.

How is your training going?  What race and/or distance are you training for?

For those of you that haven’t read my post about WHY I am running the Route 66 Marathon you can find that here.  It is very near and dear to my heart as I am running it in memory of a friend and fundraising for the JDRF charity as well.

If you would be so kind as to help me reach my goal, I would great appreciate it!

https://www.crowdrise.com/inmemoryofgaryroberts/fundraiser/kimdavis2

Warrior Dash Race Recap

So I’m a little behind on my race recaps if you can’t tell.  Sorry!  So we ran Warrior Dash back in May.  It ended up being a fairly nice day to run other than the fact it was a little cooler considering there were water obstacles but we made it.  I was excited about this year, because I had FINALLY talked my husband into running a 5k with me.  Granted it wasn’t your typical 5k since it had obstacles and this year it wasn’t timed for us, but we had fun none the less.

My husband had started earlier in the year running first off to continue trying to lose weight but also knowing that he had Warrior Dash coming up.  I’m so very proud of him!  This was definitely stepping out of the comfort zone for him.   He started his weight loss journey back in October 2013 just watching what he ate and swapping one meal a day out with Shakeology.  Pretty soon by the first of the year he had lost 20lbs just by doing that.  Then once he started adding in running two to three days a week to his new, improved diet and Shakeology once a day, he managed to lose another 27 lbs.  Leading up to Warrior Dash, his side started hurting during his runs so he tried to slow it down and take it easy by adding some walking in there when it got too bad, but he managed.   At one he was up to 6 miles.

So back to Warrior Dash, it was fairly cloudy day and our heat was at 11:00 am. Packet pickup had changed and ended up being a HUGE ordeal with lots of standing around and waiting, unlike last year where it was quick, easy and painless.  I found this a little discouraging as I wanted to keep the whole ordeal pleasant in hopes my husband would decide to run again.  I know we waited in line for over an hour just for packet pick up and gear check.  We finished just in time for the start of our heat.  It was cutting it pretty close.

This year they changed some of the obstacles around which made it pretty fun as it was at the same location as last years here in Oklahoma.  Last year it was timed, but for whatever reason this year it was not for the non competitive heats.

There were a couple of obstacles where we had to walk up (one being a very steep hill) and some uneven terrain that was a little rough to run on.

All in all we had fun.  I didn’t get too many pictures since I even checked my phone.  There is some good people watching at these events though with all the costumes and such.

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My husband and I jumping over the fire pit.  Love that they captured his smile during so!

 

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Have you ever run a mud run or obstacle course?  Did you like it?

Week 1 of Marathon Training

So I made the big decision on Wednesday to take the first steps into this and it didn’t come easily.  I was in turmoil most of the week trying to decide sometimes to tears because I didn’t feel like I could just sit back and NOT do anything.  It was on my Tuesday morning run that I had went out running because of some saddening news.  One of my coworker’s husband had passed away.  I had the pleasure of getting to know him and in our many conversations he would remind me of my dad whom I had lost at the age of 19 to diabetes and kidney failure.  My dad had suffered with diabetes long before I was ever born and so has my mom (who is still living by the way).  So to hear of his passing was a little rough on me to say the least as he too suffered from diabetes and kidney failure.  Plus my dad passed in July of 2001 so to hear of Gary’s death in yet again July bothered me. Running is how I deal with emotions and frustrations as well as joys.  It is my time to meditate and think things through.  Tuesday I had no distance in mind other than to just run and think.  So I ran and ran faster, and yet faster.   I ran and I cried and ran some more.  Flash back to Sunday my husband was joking around that I could fundraise for a charity and run in the Route 66 Marathon.  I quickly told him he was crazy and dismissed the idea.  So during my run this thought began to inch its way back into my head.  As soon as I got home I brought up the fundraising website and low and behold the charities were listed.  Guess what charity was one of them?  If you guessed something dealing with diabetes, you are correct!  The Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Oklahoma Chapter to be exact.  Too coincidental in my mind.  So I got ready for work for the day and went through my whole day thinking about this in my car.  I work in home health so I have periods of alone time in my car throughout the day.  The more I thought about it the more anxious I got and the more I teared up. Later that night I brought it up to my husband and asked him if he would help me out along the way because I had never ran anything more than 13.1.  Anything after that was foreign to me and a large part of it would be mental for me.  Plus it is hours of training and miles in my shoes (which by the way I would be needing new ones soon).  He gave me the go ahead and said he would be there somewhere along the course after mile 13.  The next day I emailed my boss and brought it to her attention as being a “field employee” sometimes it’s hard to get a hold of the people you need to.  She wrote back saying she was tearing up reading my letter and would talk to human resources to see what they could do to support my efforts and she was able to put me in contact with my coworker.   Thursday ended up being  busy day for me as it is a day that my daughter had gymnastics and I had promised her I would take her to Hobby Lobby afterwards.  So I sent my coworker a text as I didn’t want to interrupt any family stuff going on as I remember with my dad’s passing how busy you were afterwards.  She just so happened to call me back in the middle of Hobby Lobby.  So as I talked to her I wondered aimlessly around the store with my daughter eavesdropping and wondering why Mommy was crying.  I can write about emotions fairly well, but to put them into words without planning is difficult for me especially when I’m in tears.   I got her blessing and of course after I got off the phone Sofie immediately wanted to know why I was crying so I quickly explained to her and she got excited.  She said she couldn’t wait to go to another race and watch Mommy run and for a good cause. So throughout the week I had been still running as my schedule I had set up instructed which actually wasn’t too far off from what the Tulsa Runner’s World Beginner’s Full Marathon schedule said, which by the way I’m just jumping into week 2 since I already have a base.

Sunday, 7/13 – 4.5 miles

Monday, 7/14 – 3.4 miles

Tuesday, 7/15  – 4.03 miles

Wednesday, 7/16 – 3.7 miles

Thursday, 7/17 – REST

Friday, 7/18 – REST

Saturday, 7/19 – 3.15 miles (Porter Peach Classic 5k, check back later this week for a race recap of it)

TOTAL – 18.78 miles

The schedule won’t really push me until about October when the higher mileage hits.  Luckily my running buddy Jennifer said she would train with me and she would run the half so I wouldn’t be alone.

My goal for the JDRF donation is $500, so if you wouldn’t mind, please donate whatever you can to help such a great foundation and help me run in honor Gary.  (P.S.  It IS tax-deductible as well, just FYI!)

https://www.crowdrise.com/inmemoryofgaryroberts/fundraiser/kimdavis2

Have you ever run a marathon?  Any advice for a newbie in training in this area?