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100 Days

Yesterday I sat down with Nikki and went over my goals for this next round of training.
Yep, I’m back at it for 12 weeks. She keeps checking to see if I really want the whole hour.
Go big or go home I suppose. Continue reading

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Personalized 3: The Scale

The bad thing about weighing in at the start of our training is the brave face you gotta put on when the number doesn’t reflect a loss. Not even a tenth of a pound last week.
So yeah, no loss whatsoever from the previous week.
Then, our trainer gave us the choice between elliptical and arc trainer.
I think I was so angry at the scale, because I lost all common sense and went beastly on that Arc Trainer.
It’s growing on me, I suppose.
For me, this training was more torturous mentally than physically, because I was having a down week emotionally. Head just all over the place, and not in the game. Then, the scale knocked me down a whole ‘nother level.
Nikki pushed us through a great strength training session full of bicep, tricep and shoulder work. And she was super encouraging throughout the workout, pointing out my muscles in the mirror. I mean the guns are forming pretty nicely, if I do say so myself. 😉
I love weights! For me, the weight machines I’d been working on all year never produced results. Free weights make me feel stronger and are making things more muscular, less jiggly. Woot to that!
After weights, we had the choice again of Arc or Ellip. This time we suffered through the latter. Ugh that machine.
Then ab work and stretching. Ab work=PLANKS! So many planks. Side planks were introduced this week and proved to be quite the killer.
Even though the weigh-in didn’t reflect my work from the previous week (so much yoga), I gave the workout my all. And I was so proud of me for not getting too caught up in the lack of numbers and pushing through.
I’d say by two days later I was fully out of my mental funk and ready to kick butt.
Which happened!
Last night. So much butt was kicked during this week’s training.
And maybe, just maybe there was a loss…

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Weekend Fail

It’s Monday, y’all and instead of whining through it, I’m forcing myself to use it as a clean slate, a shiny new friend who will serve as a buffer between me and all the poor decisions I made for my body this weekend.

In all honesty, this whole last week was just rough for me mentally. It’s been one of the hardest weeks as far as mind-body awareness goes. Even with the training session Tuesday, I seemed to have no desire to eat well last week. Not sure what that’s about. The entire week consisted of fries every day…kid you not. Even if it was paired with a salad, Chick Fil A fries hit the calorie bank hard. And the entire weekend just blew. Pizza, cupcakes and Mexican food Friday night, hot dogs/chips Saturday followed by a sweets coma from a fun trip to a new bakery (mildly worth it), then a bday celebration (no, not mine) full of vegetables (hey, I tried with a portabella club) and beer (well, there goes that) and Sunday was…well… Sonic.

Do I even need to admit there wasn’t a single workout since the sorry excuse of the one we did Thursday?

Now, I don’t know if there is something else going on with me or if the caloriefest of the last week and the inactivity are to blame, but I was EXHAUSTED yesterday. Like back to bed before breakfast AND napped two hours before bed kind of exhausted. My body felt lackluster, worn down and just overall blah. Could be the late nights, the beer, the sugar. I dunno, but holy moly do I need some water, vegetables and exercise in my life.

And this pattern cannot continue. If it does, that will mean we are wasting our money and time with the training. We should be logging our calories (which we did at least do that, even with all the poor choices) and hitting the gym three times a week.
So, this last week was a fail.
And we’re leaving it there. I refuse to bring that negativity into this new week. It is what it is, it was what it was. Today is Monday and it’s a new day – not to mention it’s still early into the new month. Things can look much different this time next month.

On an even more serious note, this indulgent beer and sugar kick I’ve been on is officially done. I know better, yet still think I can do such things. I cannot. Really. After a sweet treat Saturday, I instantly felt badly. Headache was trying to set up camp and I was tired. Done. No cookie is worth that feeling.
So, I’m challenging myself to one sweet a week. Considering I’m really supposed to have no sweets a week (doc’s orders), I’ll baby step my way there. A’ wean, wean, wean (cheerleading anyone? lol)
And the beer…it’s sugar in my mind. Acts just the same in my body. So, no more weekends of that.

Here’s to Monday…

 

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Falling for the Elliptical

TGIF, y’all.
Wanna know what makes this Friday spectacular?! The fact that I was able to get back on the Treadie last night, run pain free and wake up today still pain free.
Oh yeah…remember that fantastic Honeysuckle Run? Despite all of its glory, it sidelined me from running for nearly two weeks. Uncool.
During the run, I was perfectly fine. One crab-leg lunch and a Starbucks later, we were back home to walk Koda. THEN! Then, the pain kicked in my right foot. I literally limped around the neighborhood. After busting out a 39-ish minute 5K and then there I was limping a half mile.
I self diagnosed it as plantar fasciitis, which I had experienced years ago. Good shoes took care of it then.
I prayed it was only a daylong injury just from overworking. Nope. That pain lasted on and off for the last 10 days.
Walking just 20 minutes on the Treadie proved unbearable.

So, what happens when the Treadie isn’t an option?
I’m forced onto the elliptical. Ugh.
Long history short, I’ve never loved the elliptical. It makes my feet go numb.
But in this case, that wasn’t such a bad thing.
Last week when the Treadie defeated me and I found myself huffing through a half hour on the elliptical, I was at least graced with a beautiful sunset to power me through.

Not so bad, after all.

Not so bad, after all.

And maybe…just maybe…I fell in love a little. Maybe I was blinded by the light (M.M.E.B shout out) or maybe I was just so grateful to be able to complete a workout of any type without pain. But I no longer loathe that machine. We’re forming quite the friendship.
Though I gotta tell y’all – not being able to run nearly shut my spirit down. It’s literally been my saving grace lately and to have that stripped away just hurt my soul. The Honeysuckle Run had injected such confidence into me that I was finally calling myself a runner. I panicked thinking I’d injured it beyond repair or that I wouldn’t run again. I was a smart enough gal to not push through any pain throughout the last two weeks, but man I sure wanted to. There’s a fine line between pushing yourself and being stupid.
Last night proved that things might be back on track. After two pain-free days, I was still hesitant to get on the Treadie for my first gym workout in a week. But I did 32 minutes and wound up running 10 of those straight through. I stopped at 10, because I didn’t want to wake up today regretting it. And it all felt soooo soooo good!
And I am soooo sooo grateful to be back in the saddle again (Gene Autry/Aerosmith kudos).
Fingers crossed.

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The Honeysuckle Run

Sweet motivation

Sweet motivation

Y’all we went on a run Sunday at Shelby Farms (my favorite place in the city) and I’m not even kidding when I say it was beyond EPIC. Beyond!
Let’s back up a bit. The night before we attended a 20th wedding anniversary at a Seafood restaurant. Not like grilled fish with a side of veggies seafood. Nope. A buffet, which meant one thing – all fried food. This restaurant, located nearly in the country, gets patrons from counties away. The food is that good. Sadly, not for this girl. I don’t do most seafood and in recent years I’ve discovered I don’t do buffets or most fried food, so I wasn’t too giddy. But I ate. No pigging out or anything, but I enjoyed myself. Then, there was cake. Damn cake. It goes without saying we knew Sunday’s workout had to be monumental.
That calorie fest coupled with a desperate need for a deep walk through nature, I knew the gym wouldn’t do. Only the Farms would suffice.
After a protein-filled breakfast, we laced up and headed out to tackle the Chickasaw trail, which is 2.75 miles, but we usually go farther to hit a solid 5K. Fishface, the ever encouraging one, suggested we obliterate the trail and run as much as possible to beat our best 5K time. Pfft. I had no interest in setting records. I simply wanted to tune into God, my breath and Pandora.
Without being melodramatic, I must say this day, this run changed me.
Anyone who knows me may slightly understand my unquenchable love for honeysuckle. I’ve even joked that I hope I come back in my next life as honeysuckle. I long for it to bloom all year, usually around Mother’s Day, and I relish every single day I have with it. LOVE IT! Because Saturday turned out mostly rainy and gloomy (which rained out our neighborhood yard sale for the most part. Grr.), Sunday morning remained overcast, which meant great things for me on this run.

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This path, above, ignited every fiber of my being with its scent. Holy moly y’all, it was honeysuckle heaven! And because the sun hadn’t yet crept out enough to burn off the moisture, all the sweet goodness permeated the air. And my soul. Seriously, I think I died from how fantastic all of everything became in that moment. I had run up a giant hill (would never have happened months ago – could barely walk it without getting winded), and had already run a good bit when I got smacked with this beautiful aroma. It was a true gift after the week I’d endured. I tried to capture it with pictures, and with these words, but no justice can be done to describe it.
For the next mile or so, beauty sped me around the path, and all along the way honeysuckle peeped out and said hello. And my feet, my heart, my mind all synchronized. The life-changer hit when I realized it was easier to keep running than to stop and catch my breath. NEVER in my life. That was an odd discovery. Good God it was perfect.

Perfection

Perfection

But then…maybe because my songs weren’t captivating, or because I kept stopping to take pictures or because my mind wanted to entertain unwanted thoughts, the run got harder. Everything clouded up. Though I kept running more than walking, and I finished the whole 5K, I didn’t feel as high as I had felt at the beginning.
Until…
I finally stopped running and walked back toward Fishface, where he filled me in on his Runkeeper stats. Turns out I ran, unofficially, a 39 minute 5K. 39 MINUTES. Cluttered brain and picture-taking all accounted for and I still pulled my fastest 3.1 miles to date. We both did. If you’re keeping track, that’s four minutes off my fastest time. Haha. I can’t even type that without smiling and giggling. That is amazing!  I’m elated that I’ve come from 56-some-odd minutes to 39. Not to mention that is the first time I’ve ever run so much of that particular trail.
The Honeysuckle Run absolutely cleansed my soul with its sweetness. I found strength on that run that I so badly needed – mentally, emotionally, physically. God filled me up in those miles and reminded me that I can do anything. I can run. I can be strong. I can be better. And I’m forever thankful for that reminder.

 

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