It's been a hideous three months.
Our friend Mark passed away at the end of March; at that time, I was up to running four miles at a shot and feeling pretty good about it. But then he died and I fell apart, along with my husband.
Needless to say, I haven't run much at all since then. A couple miles here and there, but I'm all messed up inside. My days are swapped with my nights; I get all motivated and charged up at 1:30 in the morning (well, 1:42 a.m. is what it is right now), but then in the morning I can't move. Worse yet, I caught Kent's and Sylvia's cold, or whatever it was, that causes crushing headaches. I've been battling that for almost a week now.
So right now, at 1:42...no, 1:43... a.m., I'm fired up and ready to run. In seven hours, I'll just want to sleep, and my head will be exploding.
That is, if the pattern follows that of the past week.
What to do, what to do?
I couldn't sleep--again--so I got up and looked online for triathlons. Nothing like signing up for a race to get you charged.
I found one in Boise in August. I emailed Pam, and asked if she wants to do it with me. If she says yes, I'm signing up. Then I have to start getting serious.
Just...the past few months have been difficult. Kent was pinkslipped, and we didn't know if he'd be rehired. It wasn't until this past week, after school was already out, that we found out that his job was saved, and he will be rehired next year. However, then he'll be pinkslipped again. His district in Maine wants him back, though, so we'll probably return to Maine--for good this time--in July of 2010.
Thank goodness. I miss Maine, and my house. I can't wait to go back to it.
Plus of course Kent's depression over Mark's death has been difficult for everyone. I didn't know how to help; truthfully, there's not much I can do. He'll have to get through this somehow. I can't fix it for him. You aren't essentially brothers with someone for 33 years and then get over that loss overnight. As a friend said recently, "Grief isn't linear." Some days he's fine; others, he falls apart. I'm sort of that way too. It's been hard to want to move. Sometimes I simply want to watch TV or play on Facebook or read until I grow so still, moss creeps along and covers me up.
So. Motivation. What I miss is my own treadmill. It's an excuse--but I do miss that ready place to run. Sometimes it's hard to get out the door. I want to, but then I don't. And I find excuses, and the next thing I know...I'm sleeping in, or my headache plants me in one place.
But I remember the running, the feeling of strength, feeling like I had all the oxygen in the world when I was running along and felt like I was flying. No shortness of breath, no tightness in the chest...just strength and breath and life.
And I so miss that.
So this is supposed to be a blog about how I "fixed" myself, and went from obese to athlete. Except it has turned out to be a bit of a treatise on how a crappy life situation can sideline you instead. And I'm still struggling with that.
I know I can fix this. I just need to get moving and do the hard work I need to do to get back to my fit self.
The first steps: sign up for a triathlon. Hopefully with Pam. Also, sign up with the local running shop's 10K training program. That starts on Tuesday. I have to do something; if I'm forced to go, beause I paid money and people are expecting me, I'll do it. And I know myself. Once I get started, I won't be content with a little run here and there. I'll want to improve my stamina. After all, the ultimate goal is the Honolulu Marathon this December.
Actually, that's not true. The Honolulu Marathon is A GOAL. The ultimate goal is my fit, healthy, happy self. Back in Maine. I don't want to go back as I am; I want to go back as I was.
Running is the key. It just takes the first step.
Then again, all the greatest journeys in life always start with that first step.
As John Bingham would say, "Waddle on, my friends." I guess I'll be doing that literally, starting this week! :)
Go, Me!!!
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
5Ks and other fun stuff
Well I forgot how much fun running can be!
I know, I know. That probably sounds a lot like, "Wow, I forgot how much having a root canal with no anesthesia can be!"
But it's true. When everything "clicks", running is just...joyous. I had completely forgotten that in all the chaos of the past eight months or so.
Last week, when I was into my 2nd week of my couch-to-Bay-To-Breakers-12K program that I made up for myself, I was seriously wondering if I had completely lost my mind. I have been starting slow, doing run/walk intervals. In my past running life, that meant run 2 miles, walk a minute. My new goal was to simply run for three minutes, after which I would reward myself with 30 seconds of walking.
Oh, and that run? Yeah. It was at a 5 mph pace, which is a 12-minute mile. That's my former "I'm dilly-dallying" or "I'm running 20 miles today so I'm taking it easy" pace.(Whine!)
Was it a "taking it easy pace" last week? Heck no! It was almost an all-out, do-it-or-die sprint!
That's how fast you lose your running mojo. Three months and wham, I'm back to being a beginner.
But wait? What glimmer of hope was that? I ran a 5K one day, and 4 miles two days later.
I know, I know. I had to walk 1 1/2 minutes of every darned mile, but I did it. I put in the mileage.
Fast-forward to St. Patrick's Day. Despite it being a "Baby Gymnastics" day, I didn't dare take Karalyn to the YMCA child care center. She was still too sick. So I had to wait until Kent got home, at which time I dashed off to do a quick hour on the treadmill.
See what I mean? An hour on the treadmill. And I'm treating it like a "quick hour" running.
That's how fast the running bug bites you.
So anyway, I realized that if I intended to get everyone fed and to bed on time, I really only had about 40 minutes, plus driving time, but I thought I might be able to get a 5K out of it. I started two weeks ago with 2 minute run/30 second walk intervals; last week, I went to 3 minute run/30 second walk. Naturally, this week, I went to 4 minute run/30 second walk.
I was prepared to die on that treadmill. Last week I was seriously dying, slogging through those three minutes, watching the clock, counting each 60 seconds, thinking there had to be something wrong with my watch interval timer. I scraped through by my fingernails, and worried about what this week would bring.
So I got on the treadmill, hit the button to start my 12 min/mile pace, and went at it. 4 minutes run, 30 seconds walk.
2 miles in, I'm thinking, what's going on here? I didn't get it. I wasn't nearly as winded as I had been last week. I was flying right along, barely noticing until the timer beeped that it was time to do the walk. I seriously debated running through the intervals but decided to do it the right way. But after 2 miles, I kept thinking, "This should be harder."
I was flying! It was slow, but I had that "flying" feeling back, just like I used to get on my favorite five-mile run, the Presidential Loop in Kennebunkport, Maine.
Like the running was effortless.
Light.
Fun!
So, being the glutton for punishment that I am, I upped the speed. I thought, "I should be working harder here. I'm not nearly winded enough." (I'm such a dork!) So I bumped it up to a 10 minute 56 second-per-mile pace, with 4 minutes run/30 seconds walk.
That felt a little tougher, but even that wasn't quite enough. I did another mile, and thought, for the last tenth, I'll just bump it up to a ten-minute-per-mile pace for the last tenth.
My vanity got the best of me; after a tenth of a mile, I thought, "That was it?" and ran another tenth.
My Personal St. Patrick's Day 5K turned into a 5K-Plus-1/10th-mile run!
Time? 38:56.
No, it was definitely not blazingly fast, but better than, oh, say, three weeks ago when I wasn't running AT ALL.
But in the meantime, I discovered this visceral joy in running. It was so easy and effortless that I was watching Oprah and not even noticing the time go by. I was tempted to say that Oprah was just too distracting--and yes, medical mistakes CAN be quite distracting--but nothing is THAT distracting when you're having a hard run.
It's when it's easy that I lose myself and feel like I could run forever.
I went home afterwards, and longingly looked at the Honolulu Marathon website. I kept thinking, "I ran 20 miles. I was going to do San Francisco, but then the move from hell happened, and I never did it...I knew when I did that 20 miler that I could have definitely done six more. I nearly did then. I wish I had...but that's OK. Now, I want to do THIS marathon!"
I blurted it out to Kent. "Hon, I want to do the Honolulu Marathon. It's the one I really wanted to do. It was my first goal. I think I want to go for it this year."
His reaction?
"OK."
...Oh. OK then! We're on!
My new goal: December 13, 2009: The Honolulu Marathon. It'll give me a chance to go back to my old stomping grounds. I haven't been there since that summer of 1982. It's been so long. I want to see the old apartment complex, and walk my favorite walk from Kapiolani Park down to the Hale Koa hotel. I want to check out Ala Moana, and take the tram at Pearlridge. And I want to smell all the plumeria I can get my hands on. They're still one of my favorite flowers.
It's my goal. I am already checking out flights, and now I simply need either to reserve a room at a hostel, or find someone to go with me to split the hotel costs. Kent is willing to stay with the girls, although perhaps our parents can watch them and we can go together. It's a thought.
But this time, I'm not going to stress over whether I can go fast enough to beat 5 hours. I will train to complete it; if I break 5 hours, great. If not, I just want to finish it. It's a better goal for a marathon "virgin" anyway.
Anyway, this morning, since Kara was better and I didn't feel like I'd subject other kids to her cold, I planned to go to the Y to do weight training and then simply walk for a bit, but after almost an hour of Cybex (including a very humbling assisted-weight pullup session lasting for exactly THREE pullups), I got on the treadmill and soon was doing what I call "reverse intervals", with 2 minutes' walking and 30 seconds in an all-out sprint.
I used to do these on a six-minute-per-mile pace; the best I could scrape out was an 8-minute-per-mile pace today. It was tough, but I had a good time with it.
Tomorrow, more running on tap. I think I'll aim for another four miles. I am hopeful that I'll have another "flying" day, but if there is one thing I have found in running, it is that the days you expect to be easy rarely are; and sometimes, the days you expect to be the most impossible end up being the kind of days you live for.
Have a lovely day, and here's to an even better tomorrow...we hope!
I know, I know. That probably sounds a lot like, "Wow, I forgot how much having a root canal with no anesthesia can be!"
But it's true. When everything "clicks", running is just...joyous. I had completely forgotten that in all the chaos of the past eight months or so.
Last week, when I was into my 2nd week of my couch-to-Bay-To-Breakers-12K program that I made up for myself, I was seriously wondering if I had completely lost my mind. I have been starting slow, doing run/walk intervals. In my past running life, that meant run 2 miles, walk a minute. My new goal was to simply run for three minutes, after which I would reward myself with 30 seconds of walking.
Oh, and that run? Yeah. It was at a 5 mph pace, which is a 12-minute mile. That's my former "I'm dilly-dallying" or "I'm running 20 miles today so I'm taking it easy" pace.
Was it a "taking it easy pace" last week? Heck no! It was almost an all-out, do-it-or-die sprint!
That's how fast you lose your running mojo. Three months and wham, I'm back to being a beginner.
But wait? What glimmer of hope was that? I ran a 5K one day, and 4 miles two days later.
I know, I know. I had to walk 1 1/2 minutes of every darned mile, but I did it. I put in the mileage.
Fast-forward to St. Patrick's Day. Despite it being a "Baby Gymnastics" day, I didn't dare take Karalyn to the YMCA child care center. She was still too sick. So I had to wait until Kent got home, at which time I dashed off to do a quick hour on the treadmill.
See what I mean? An hour on the treadmill. And I'm treating it like a "quick hour" running.
That's how fast the running bug bites you.
So anyway, I realized that if I intended to get everyone fed and to bed on time, I really only had about 40 minutes, plus driving time, but I thought I might be able to get a 5K out of it. I started two weeks ago with 2 minute run/30 second walk intervals; last week, I went to 3 minute run/30 second walk. Naturally, this week, I went to 4 minute run/30 second walk.
I was prepared to die on that treadmill. Last week I was seriously dying, slogging through those three minutes, watching the clock, counting each 60 seconds, thinking there had to be something wrong with my watch interval timer. I scraped through by my fingernails, and worried about what this week would bring.
So I got on the treadmill, hit the button to start my 12 min/mile pace, and went at it. 4 minutes run, 30 seconds walk.
2 miles in, I'm thinking, what's going on here? I didn't get it. I wasn't nearly as winded as I had been last week. I was flying right along, barely noticing until the timer beeped that it was time to do the walk. I seriously debated running through the intervals but decided to do it the right way. But after 2 miles, I kept thinking, "This should be harder."
I was flying! It was slow, but I had that "flying" feeling back, just like I used to get on my favorite five-mile run, the Presidential Loop in Kennebunkport, Maine.
Like the running was effortless.
Light.
Fun!
So, being the glutton for punishment that I am, I upped the speed. I thought, "I should be working harder here. I'm not nearly winded enough." (I'm such a dork!) So I bumped it up to a 10 minute 56 second-per-mile pace, with 4 minutes run/30 seconds walk.
That felt a little tougher, but even that wasn't quite enough. I did another mile, and thought, for the last tenth, I'll just bump it up to a ten-minute-per-mile pace for the last tenth.
My vanity got the best of me; after a tenth of a mile, I thought, "That was it?" and ran another tenth.
My Personal St. Patrick's Day 5K turned into a 5K-Plus-1/10th-mile run!
Time? 38:56.
No, it was definitely not blazingly fast, but better than, oh, say, three weeks ago when I wasn't running AT ALL.
But in the meantime, I discovered this visceral joy in running. It was so easy and effortless that I was watching Oprah and not even noticing the time go by. I was tempted to say that Oprah was just too distracting--and yes, medical mistakes CAN be quite distracting--but nothing is THAT distracting when you're having a hard run.
It's when it's easy that I lose myself and feel like I could run forever.
I went home afterwards, and longingly looked at the Honolulu Marathon website. I kept thinking, "I ran 20 miles. I was going to do San Francisco, but then the move from hell happened, and I never did it...I knew when I did that 20 miler that I could have definitely done six more. I nearly did then. I wish I had...but that's OK. Now, I want to do THIS marathon!"
I blurted it out to Kent. "Hon, I want to do the Honolulu Marathon. It's the one I really wanted to do. It was my first goal. I think I want to go for it this year."
His reaction?
"OK."
...Oh. OK then! We're on!
My new goal: December 13, 2009: The Honolulu Marathon. It'll give me a chance to go back to my old stomping grounds. I haven't been there since that summer of 1982. It's been so long. I want to see the old apartment complex, and walk my favorite walk from Kapiolani Park down to the Hale Koa hotel. I want to check out Ala Moana, and take the tram at Pearlridge. And I want to smell all the plumeria I can get my hands on. They're still one of my favorite flowers.
It's my goal. I am already checking out flights, and now I simply need either to reserve a room at a hostel, or find someone to go with me to split the hotel costs. Kent is willing to stay with the girls, although perhaps our parents can watch them and we can go together. It's a thought.
But this time, I'm not going to stress over whether I can go fast enough to beat 5 hours. I will train to complete it; if I break 5 hours, great. If not, I just want to finish it. It's a better goal for a marathon "virgin" anyway.
Anyway, this morning, since Kara was better and I didn't feel like I'd subject other kids to her cold, I planned to go to the Y to do weight training and then simply walk for a bit, but after almost an hour of Cybex (including a very humbling assisted-weight pullup session lasting for exactly THREE pullups), I got on the treadmill and soon was doing what I call "reverse intervals", with 2 minutes' walking and 30 seconds in an all-out sprint.
I used to do these on a six-minute-per-mile pace; the best I could scrape out was an 8-minute-per-mile pace today. It was tough, but I had a good time with it.
Tomorrow, more running on tap. I think I'll aim for another four miles. I am hopeful that I'll have another "flying" day, but if there is one thing I have found in running, it is that the days you expect to be easy rarely are; and sometimes, the days you expect to be the most impossible end up being the kind of days you live for.
Have a lovely day, and here's to an even better tomorrow...we hope!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
PolarBear Sprint Triathlon - Bowdoin College, Maine
Lately, it seems like months go by before I update this blog. Ooops!
I mean to, but I get so busy. Between playing with Karalyn, who is now almost 18 months old (wow), running, doing house stuff and working part-time as a bookseller, my life is really busy!
So a number of things have happened since last writing. I participated in the PolarBear Sprint Triathlon held on May 3, 2008 at Bowdoin College in Maine; I continued training for the San Francisco Marathon (August 3, 2008); and of course I had a lovely three weeks of visiting with my parents, who came for a visit from Eureka. Yippee!
More on those another day. Mostly, this is all about the PolarBear.
I was very excited to participate in the PolarBear Sprint triathlon. It's held at Bowdoin (as mentioned above), and involves a 525 yard pool swim, 12 mile bike ride, and a 5K run. I started in the 2nd wave of swimmers--the 2nd slowest group--which was fine with me. I estimated I'd need 12 or 13 minutes to do the swim, but I over-estimated with them to make sure I'd have plenty of time. I used a swim cap, too, which made me look like a dork in my photos (I look like an old woman, ergh!) so in future, I whip that puppy off as soon as I'm out of the water!! LOL!
While watching the first wave start, a few of us noticed that, despite being promised by an announcer that it'd be sunny shortly, it was now pouring down rain outside...directly onto my dry biking clothes, under which was my waterproof Brooks Nightlife Jacket. Oh geez. If I'd thought it was going to rain, I'd have put the clothes UNDER it, rather than trying to organize my clothes in the order I'd put them on!
Anyway, getting into the water, I was excited because I'd done more swimming and had learned how NOT to race compared to last year: that is, I got in the pool determined to go at a strong but manageable pace, not trying to "race" but just be consistently strong and swim with the best technique I had. When the last person out of the pool from the first wave got out, we were off! I felt great--I even lapped the women on either side of me (who were coincidentally #'s 234 and 235, while I was 233), and was out of the pool in just over 12 minutes. I got out and ran outside--where it was still raining. No drying off today, apparently!
I yelled out my number for my split (12:51; 141st out of 177), and hustled over to my bike: the old Raleigh Technium from my college days. That puppy cost somewhere between $350 and $500 (Dad says $500, holy cow), and Dad had it FedExed out to me because he knew that riding my mountain bike is hard in a triathlon. I had literally gotten it in time to get it tuned up and taken out for one ride before the race. In fact, with the possibility of rain, I nearly decided against it, because the skinny tires had me scared. However, I had brought it after all. I got dressed in my riding clothes, took a bite or two of Clif bar, and headed out on the bike. I got to the road and took off. I rode with one of the other women (235) almost the entire time.
Near the end, she got ahead of me, but then at one tight intersection, the traffic got so jammed up she unexpectedly braked and nearly dumped her bike. I was so impressed that she didn't fall; I kept yelling for her "keep it up" and "you're doing great!" but she never caught me on the bike. I think she was rattled.
We pulled in within a minute of each other (45:42, 109th out of 177 riders), and I quickly tossed off my jacket and helmet. A quick grab of something to eat (I'd snacked on the ride, too, but my Bento Box--the food carrier--was so small, it was a pain), and I was off again. Immediately, I cramped up. Every time I try to drink gatorade/water mix on a ride, I cramp. I am just going to stick with water from now on. I suffered through two full miles of cramps before it eased up, and the last mile was blissfully free of pain--but my legs were torched from the bike. I had ridden too hard, considering I was so psyched to be on a good bike, and I was trying to keep up with 235! Duh!
When I came in to the finish, running the 3 miles in 31:26 (128th out of 177), I clicked my watch and saw that, my goal being "in under 1:30", I had made it JUST under 1:30! The official timers had my time at 1:30 exactly, but I know my watch was right because I clicked it as I started and as I finished. However, I'll take their time. I was bummed that I didn't run better than a ten minute mile, but considering that I was running in pain and exhausted, a ten minute mile is good! I need to stop being such a pain about it!
Final time: 1 hour, 30 minutes, .003 seconds; 121st out of 177. I met my goal time, and shaved 15 minutes off my previous triathlon time (granted, it did have a 3 mile longer bike portion...)!
I was so happy I was jumping around screaming--for myself--because nobody else was there! Kent was at USM giving a workshop on literacy, and the girls were being babysat because, really, there was nobody to watch them AT the triathlon, and they couldn't do it with me of course! I did see Rebecca Lamb, though, which was cool--she works with Kent--and that was nice. I happily got in line for a massage (free), when a Team Nor'Easter member out of Peak Performance Multisport in Portland came up with a DONUT.
OMG. A DONUT. I wanted one! I was starving! I said, "WHERE did you get that??" He told me there was a WHOLE TABLE of them!! I said, "I'm outta here!" and ran for a donut--chocolate. Yum! I was so hungry! (I had some banana too.)
When I came back, I let two other guys go ahead of me since I left the line, but the Nor'Easter guy let me go first. The massage was a great help, and she gave me a few hints about how to eliminate the cramping next time. I've used that a few times now when I started to cramp, and it helps. I push on the muscles right under my ribs for a few seconds at a time, moving from middle to side, and it goes away. Whew.
Afterwards, I ate a bit more, then went for a shower. We were at Bowdoin College's Phys Ed facility, of course. A shower felt SO good, I was so cold and wet--the warm, dry clothes helped a ton. While there, I spoke to a nice lady who was also a Team Nor'Easter member. I said I'd considered being a member but I couldn't make their training. She said it didn't matter, because it was mostly for support and if you couldn't train, at least you'd know people there.
I thought it sounded good, so the next week I went to a Team Nor'Easter social night at Peak Performance in Portland, and decided to sign up. I've since gone to a 2nd night, and Jean was a great help in talking to me about the marathon plans and my running schedule. The people rock.
I expect I'll do at least one more triathlon this year; maybe the CELT again in September. But for right now, my goal/focus is the SF Marathon August 3. I have done my longest run to-date about a couple weeks ago now--20 miles, while my parents were here. Took me just over 4 hours, and I felt like if I needed to, I could have run another 6. My legs weren't trashed, and I felt pretty good doing the full four laps of 5 miles each around the Presidential Loop.
That was a huge mental hurdle. Going out, I didn't WANT to run it at all; I wanted to quit. I REALLY didn't think I could do it. I was dreading it like crazy!! But when I did it, I was like, OK, now I KNOW I can do a marathon!! It was like when I did my first true brick workout, riding 15 miles then running 3; I knew I could do a triathlon. Now I know I can, it's just a matter of how long it takes me, not whether I can finish or not.
So that's my experience, and a few pictures.
"A good time was had by all." :D
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Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor. However, I am a teacher certified in both California and Maine to teach science curriculum, including the human body (and health/nutrition) to kids in grades K-8. This blog is my attempt to wade through the current thinking on weight loss, and to present it in a way that makes sense to everyone. As a woman who is successfully recovering from obesity herself, I feel it's even more important to help others understand what I did to lose the weight; what worked, what didn't, and what the struggle has been like as I went from morbid obesity to fitness. It doesn't mean that I have all the answers, however. If you want to lose weight, by all means, read my blog--I think I can provide some help and clarity. BUT, please know that I am NOT a medical expert, and you should most definitely consult with your own doctor or family physician before undertaking any weight loss efforts yourself. Weight loss is a personal journey. I'm making mine visible to the world, but each of us has to take our own steps with our own doctor's guidance; please make sure you check in with yours before you try to do anything I have done. Good luck and God bless!
I mean to, but I get so busy. Between playing with Karalyn, who is now almost 18 months old (wow), running, doing house stuff and working part-time as a bookseller, my life is really busy!
So a number of things have happened since last writing. I participated in the PolarBear Sprint Triathlon held on May 3, 2008 at Bowdoin College in Maine; I continued training for the San Francisco Marathon (August 3, 2008); and of course I had a lovely three weeks of visiting with my parents, who came for a visit from Eureka. Yippee!
More on those another day. Mostly, this is all about the PolarBear.
I was very excited to participate in the PolarBear Sprint triathlon. It's held at Bowdoin (as mentioned above), and involves a 525 yard pool swim, 12 mile bike ride, and a 5K run. I started in the 2nd wave of swimmers--the 2nd slowest group--which was fine with me. I estimated I'd need 12 or 13 minutes to do the swim, but I over-estimated with them to make sure I'd have plenty of time. I used a swim cap, too, which made me look like a dork in my photos (I look like an old woman, ergh!) so in future, I whip that puppy off as soon as I'm out of the water!! LOL!
While watching the first wave start, a few of us noticed that, despite being promised by an announcer that it'd be sunny shortly, it was now pouring down rain outside...directly onto my dry biking clothes, under which was my waterproof Brooks Nightlife Jacket. Oh geez. If I'd thought it was going to rain, I'd have put the clothes UNDER it, rather than trying to organize my clothes in the order I'd put them on!
Anyway, getting into the water, I was excited because I'd done more swimming and had learned how NOT to race compared to last year: that is, I got in the pool determined to go at a strong but manageable pace, not trying to "race" but just be consistently strong and swim with the best technique I had. When the last person out of the pool from the first wave got out, we were off! I felt great--I even lapped the women on either side of me (who were coincidentally #'s 234 and 235, while I was 233), and was out of the pool in just over 12 minutes. I got out and ran outside--where it was still raining. No drying off today, apparently!
I yelled out my number for my split (12:51; 141st out of 177), and hustled over to my bike: the old Raleigh Technium from my college days. That puppy cost somewhere between $350 and $500 (Dad says $500, holy cow), and Dad had it FedExed out to me because he knew that riding my mountain bike is hard in a triathlon. I had literally gotten it in time to get it tuned up and taken out for one ride before the race. In fact, with the possibility of rain, I nearly decided against it, because the skinny tires had me scared. However, I had brought it after all. I got dressed in my riding clothes, took a bite or two of Clif bar, and headed out on the bike. I got to the road and took off. I rode with one of the other women (235) almost the entire time.
Near the end, she got ahead of me, but then at one tight intersection, the traffic got so jammed up she unexpectedly braked and nearly dumped her bike. I was so impressed that she didn't fall; I kept yelling for her "keep it up" and "you're doing great!" but she never caught me on the bike. I think she was rattled.We pulled in within a minute of each other (45:42, 109th out of 177 riders), and I quickly tossed off my jacket and helmet. A quick grab of something to eat (I'd snacked on the ride, too, but my Bento Box--the food carrier--was so small, it was a pain), and I was off again. Immediately, I cramped up. Every time I try to drink gatorade/water mix on a ride, I cramp. I am just going to stick with water from now on. I suffered through two full miles of cramps before it eased up, and the last mile was blissfully free of pain--but my legs were torched from the bike. I had ridden too hard, considering I was so psyched to be on a good bike, and I was trying to keep up with 235! Duh!
When I came in to the finish, running the 3 miles in 31:26 (128th out of 177), I clicked my watch and saw that, my goal being "in under 1:30", I had made it JUST under 1:30! The official timers had my time at 1:30 exactly, but I know my watch was right because I clicked it as I started and as I finished. However, I'll take their time. I was bummed that I didn't run better than a ten minute mile, but considering that I was running in pain and exhausted, a ten minute mile is good! I need to stop being such a pain about it!Final time: 1 hour, 30 minutes, .003 seconds; 121st out of 177. I met my goal time, and shaved 15 minutes off my previous triathlon time (granted, it did have a 3 mile longer bike portion...)!
I was so happy I was jumping around screaming--for myself--because nobody else was there! Kent was at USM giving a workshop on literacy, and the girls were being babysat because, really, there was nobody to watch them AT the triathlon, and they couldn't do it with me of course! I did see Rebecca Lamb, though, which was cool--she works with Kent--and that was nice. I happily got in line for a massage (free), when a Team Nor'Easter member out of Peak Performance Multisport in Portland came up with a DONUT.
OMG. A DONUT. I wanted one! I was starving! I said, "WHERE did you get that??" He told me there was a WHOLE TABLE of them!! I said, "I'm outta here!" and ran for a donut--chocolate. Yum! I was so hungry! (I had some banana too.)
When I came back, I let two other guys go ahead of me since I left the line, but the Nor'Easter guy let me go first. The massage was a great help, and she gave me a few hints about how to eliminate the cramping next time. I've used that a few times now when I started to cramp, and it helps. I push on the muscles right under my ribs for a few seconds at a time, moving from middle to side, and it goes away. Whew.
Afterwards, I ate a bit more, then went for a shower. We were at Bowdoin College's Phys Ed facility, of course. A shower felt SO good, I was so cold and wet--the warm, dry clothes helped a ton. While there, I spoke to a nice lady who was also a Team Nor'Easter member. I said I'd considered being a member but I couldn't make their training. She said it didn't matter, because it was mostly for support and if you couldn't train, at least you'd know people there.
I thought it sounded good, so the next week I went to a Team Nor'Easter social night at Peak Performance in Portland, and decided to sign up. I've since gone to a 2nd night, and Jean was a great help in talking to me about the marathon plans and my running schedule. The people rock.I expect I'll do at least one more triathlon this year; maybe the CELT again in September. But for right now, my goal/focus is the SF Marathon August 3. I have done my longest run to-date about a couple weeks ago now--20 miles, while my parents were here. Took me just over 4 hours, and I felt like if I needed to, I could have run another 6. My legs weren't trashed, and I felt pretty good doing the full four laps of 5 miles each around the Presidential Loop.
That was a huge mental hurdle. Going out, I didn't WANT to run it at all; I wanted to quit. I REALLY didn't think I could do it. I was dreading it like crazy!! But when I did it, I was like, OK, now I KNOW I can do a marathon!! It was like when I did my first true brick workout, riding 15 miles then running 3; I knew I could do a triathlon. Now I know I can, it's just a matter of how long it takes me, not whether I can finish or not.
So that's my experience, and a few pictures.
"A good time was had by all." :D
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Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor. However, I am a teacher certified in both California and Maine to teach science curriculum, including the human body (and health/nutrition) to kids in grades K-8. This blog is my attempt to wade through the current thinking on weight loss, and to present it in a way that makes sense to everyone. As a woman who is successfully recovering from obesity herself, I feel it's even more important to help others understand what I did to lose the weight; what worked, what didn't, and what the struggle has been like as I went from morbid obesity to fitness. It doesn't mean that I have all the answers, however. If you want to lose weight, by all means, read my blog--I think I can provide some help and clarity. BUT, please know that I am NOT a medical expert, and you should most definitely consult with your own doctor or family physician before undertaking any weight loss efforts yourself. Weight loss is a personal journey. I'm making mine visible to the world, but each of us has to take our own steps with our own doctor's guidance; please make sure you check in with yours before you try to do anything I have done. Good luck and God bless!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Transitioning from Jogger to Runner
"You need to be flexible with your workouts. Some days you just don't have it, but some days you will shock yourself with your strength." -- Dotsie Cowden, U.S. National Cycling Team member
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Dianne Jones (blue and black) and
me (in purple), running at Long
Sands Beach during the inaugural
women's only Maine Coast
Half Marathon, Sept. 23, 2007.
I have never considered myself a runner. Even when, as a teenager, I would take my walkman out for long runs around San Francisco when in town visiting my sister, I would call it "jogging". It didn't matter if I was "jogging" for three hours--I was still only jogging, because I did it slowly, and I took walk breaks.
Running, on the other hand, was something that people did when they were (a) going really fast, or (b) going really long distances without stopping.
This past Sunday, I passed the point where I can now feel comfortable calling myself a runner.
How did that happen, you ask?
Simple. I ran my first-ever half marathon.
You may recall from an earlier blog that I signed up for the inaugural Maine Coast (women's only) Half Marathon in York, Maine, to be held on September 23. When I "jogged" the York Hospital 5K in June, there was a postcard on my car window advertising this race. Instead of tossing it, I held onto it--because of two little words:
"Walkers welcome!"
Well heck. I could WALK 13 miles, I knew that I could do that. Up to this point I'd only ever walked 7 at a time, but I figured from June to September I should have been able to improve to walking 13. So I held onto the postcard.
After spending the summer in Eureka, I was comfortable jogging a couple miles, so I decided to sign up for the half marathon. I was going to sign up as a walker, but there was a proviso that said, "If you plan to jog any part of this course, you must sign up as a runner." So I did, despite being scared to death of that term.
Over the past two months, though, I improved to the point where I could jog 7 miles straight, nonstop. That was a huge breakthrough, and I was so excited to try out my "new legs" in the half marathon last Sunday.
The experience was incredible. I finally splurged and got myself a real "cool-max" tank top to wear (me? in a tank top?)--no more hot cotton. I also got some cool-max shorts at Target, on sale yet. So the morning of the race, when I lined up, I felt good. There is something to be said for dressing the part. I felt like such a real runner!
My only concern was that the race was USA Track & Field sanctioned, which means the rule is no iPods. That was a big concern because I run best when I have music. I need the distraction. Otherwise I obsess about my legs, my breathing, my side (I always get a cramp), how far I have gone, and so forth. The music takes me out of that and allows me to just go, without all the internal dialogue messing me up. Thankfully, I saw lots of other women with iPods, and nobody seemed to be policing it, so I decided to wear mine after all.
The walkers set out first at 8:30 a.m. I was nervous about this. I had visions of being the last one in--not that it would be disgraceful, as long as I finished. I just didn't want to never be able to catch any walkers. I kept trying to figure out how far I'd have to run to pass at least one walker. It was my own little "pride" thing that I still need to get out of my system, I guess.
At 9:00, we lined up on the course, and I positioned myself about 2/3 of the way back in the pack. There were so many women! I saw all shapes, sizes, colors, fitness levels, some with iPods, some without, lots of women in cool max clothing and lots and lots of women in cotton. I was pleased that I'd run with my Moms on the Run group all this time, because at least I knew the cotton wouldn't hold me back today.
When the race started, we all moved forward at a walk. There was a "chip timer" on my shoelace that would activate when I crossed the start, thereby entering my official start time, so I wasn't too worried. I had queued up my iPod to start with Keith Urban's "Days Go By", one of my favorite songs, but somehow messed it up. It was a happy coincidence, though, because when I hit the "play" button, what I got instead was Rascal Flatts' "Life is a Highway".
If you have seen the Disney/Pixar movie "Cars", you will recognize the song as the one that plays when Mack the truck drives Lightning McQueen on an all night drive to get to California for the final race to determine the winner of the Piston Cup. That scene is one of my favorites of the whole movie, because although the scene is totally computer-generated, it accurately reflects what it's like to travel long distances out on the open road.
This made it the PERFECT song choice! It started just as I crossed the Start line, and the appropriateness actually brought me to tears!
I started out at what felt like an easy pace, and watched all these women run past me. That was a bit demoralizing, but I kept thinking, so long as I'm ahead of SOMEONE, that's OK! (That's my "pride" thing talking.) I finally settled into a field of women that seemed to be going my pace.
Suddenly, a women came up alongside me, and somehow we got to talking. Her name was Dianne Jones, and she's from New Jersey. Then another lady joined us. Her name is Jen Nachbur, and she's from Vermont.
I shut off my iPod as the the three of us started talking as we were running together. Jen was running for Team in Training, and so she had scheduled walk breaks that she took, so now and again it was just Dianne and me. Yet Jen kept catching up to us, despite the fact that Dianne and I just ran without stopping.
Dianne was a bit concerned about our pace. We were on an 11-minute-mile pace, which is a bit faster than she (or I) wanted to go. But I couldn't pull up, because I was comfortable.
That still strikes me--I was comfortable running!
Another amazing thing is that I started passing people. The same women who had passed me were now walking, and I was still running...and zipping past them. I was so beyond psyched. It was such a revelation--I could run well enough to keep my pace and pass other people who had started faster than me.
Dianne and me, joking with the photographer
That was an amazing feeling. I look back now, a few days past the run, and I remember it more with a sense of gliding than pounding. I felt so strong when I was running (and passing others); I felt like I could accomplish anything. I amazed myself at my strength.
During one point in the run, one race official who was stopping traffic started laughing. He told us, "Only women could run a half marathon and still talk all the way through it!" We laughed also and I yelled back, "We're multi-talented!"
About mile six, Dianne gave me a sports jelly bean, which helped because I was getting hungry. My stomach actually growled! I drank some Accelerade when it was offered at mile 4, and then by mile 8, I was getting really hungry. Once I passed the 7 mile mark, I told Dianne and Jen, "Every single step I take now is a personal best!" I had never run that far without stopping before.
At mile 8, I was all ready for some Accelerade...but to my surprise and delight, they were also passing out something called Clif Shot Bloks, which are thick 10-gram gummy squares of carbohydrate in the form of organic brown rice syrup mixed with electrolytes. They were handing out packets of a flavor called "Margarita with salt", but I didn't even look at that. I just knew I needed some fuel, and I needed it NOW.
After drinking some Accelerade and water, I ripped open the package (while still running) and ate one of the Shot Bloks.
Oh my. It was simultaneously the worst thing I have ever tasted, and the best thing I have ever tasted.
I was half expecting some kind of sticky-sweet stuff like the "GU" and gels many runners prefer. Instead I got a shot of margarita (yum!) with a lot of salt.
How smart is the Clif company to make margarita with salt? It turns out that when you run and sweat a lot, of course you lose salt. That means as you drink water, you lose your electrolyte balance--hence the need for sports drinks like Gatorade and Accelerade. By the 8 mile mark, I must have been pretty salt-depleted, because I was already talking about walking.
Two of the Shot Bloks fixed me right up, and I was good to go. I ate two more of them over the next two miles, then just held the package in my right hand--a good idea because it stopped me from clenching my fist, which also halted any cramps in their tracks.
I later forgot all about the Shot Bloks, unfortunately, and after mile ten I dropped to a walk for one minute. I wish I'd thought to try a Shot Blok first, but the walk break was good for me. Diane kept going, but Jen was near me, so after my one-minute walk break, I started running again. I knew the last three miles would be my toughest, despite it "only being a 5K" at this point, so I used my iPod to get my groove back. That helped a lot--I ran along, singing and smiling, waving at people and shouting "THANK YOU!" to any race officials I saw.
Over the last three miles, I took a total of four one-minute walk breaks. Jen and I stayed pretty even, but Dianne was long gone.
When we rounded the last corner to take us into the final stretch, Jen and I were side-by-side. I saw Kent and the girls, waving at me as I ran past, and then I yelled to Jen, "Shall we kick it?" She said yes, and we started to SPRINT. We finished the race that way--sprinting to the end.
Jen Nachbur and me in our final sprint
I'd done it! I finished my first half-marathon, running most of the time, and my final time was 2 hours, 36 minutes and 56 seconds, which put me in at an "11 minute, 59 second per mile" pace. Another personal best.
Afterwards, we all got medals, and I immediately went to find food and stretch. While I felt great during the run, as soon as I stopped, things started to cramp up. My stomach (which my Dad later said was my diaphragm) cramped, my legs started to ache, and I had to stretch, drink, stretch, eat, stretch, stretch, and stretch some more. I thanked Jen for keeping me motivated, and I found Dianne and thanked her for not letting me stop at 8 miles (I wanted to). Both of those women were SO key in getting me through as far and as well as I did, and I will forever be grateful to them both.
The rest of the day was spent resting, eating, and smiling. I later took a 30 minute walk to help stretch my legs, and Kent presented me with a gift--a $100 bill to buy a new iPod shuffle, one of the little ones, so I wouldn't have it banging against me as I run, and I won't have the headphone cords yanked out by weight machines or the jogging stroller any longer, because it won't be hanging down the front of me. I was shocked and really thrilled, and have already loaded it up.
The color? Bright pink of course!
That day will forever be etched on my mind as a highlight of my life. It was a day I did something I swore I could never do--run over ten miles non-stop, completing a half marathon in just over 2 1/2 hours. It has inspired me as nothing else in my life ever has--except becoming a mother.
I told both Dianne and Jen about my plans to try the Honolulu Marathon. They were both absolutely certain I could, and they both encouraged me to go for it. They said the time I have until that marathon (15 months) will give me plenty of time to train properly.
They also said if I could do this, then I could definitely do a marathon.
First, however, I still have one other little matter to attend to:
The Cape Elizabeth Land Trust Challenge Triathlon. That's next Sunday.
One goal realized (half marathon); one more to go (triathlon); one new one to train for (full marathon).
I'm gonna be one busy lady.
____________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: Look, I'm not a doctor. However, I am a teacher certified in both California and Maine to teach science curriculum, including the human body (and health/nutrition) to kids in grades K-8. This blog is my attempt to wade through the current thinking on weight loss, and to present it in a way that makes sense to everyone. As a woman who is successfully recovering from obesity herself, I feel it's even more important to help others understand what I did to lose the weight; what worked, what didn't, and what the struggle has been like as I went from morbid obesity to fitness. It doesn't mean that I have all the answers, however. If you want to lose weight, by all means, read my blog--I think I can provide some help and clarity. BUT, please know that I am NOT a medical expert, and you should most definitely consult with your own doctor or family physician before undertaking any weight loss efforts yourself. Weight loss is a personal journey. I'm making mine visible to the world, but each of us has to take our own steps with our own doctor's guidance; please make sure you check in with yours before you try to do anything I have done. Good luck and God bless!
____________________________________________________________________
Dianne Jones (blue and black) and
me (in purple), running at Long
Sands Beach during the inaugural
women's only Maine Coast
Half Marathon, Sept. 23, 2007.
I have never considered myself a runner. Even when, as a teenager, I would take my walkman out for long runs around San Francisco when in town visiting my sister, I would call it "jogging". It didn't matter if I was "jogging" for three hours--I was still only jogging, because I did it slowly, and I took walk breaks.
Running, on the other hand, was something that people did when they were (a) going really fast, or (b) going really long distances without stopping.
This past Sunday, I passed the point where I can now feel comfortable calling myself a runner.
How did that happen, you ask?
Simple. I ran my first-ever half marathon.
You may recall from an earlier blog that I signed up for the inaugural Maine Coast (women's only) Half Marathon in York, Maine, to be held on September 23. When I "jogged" the York Hospital 5K in June, there was a postcard on my car window advertising this race. Instead of tossing it, I held onto it--because of two little words:
"Walkers welcome!"
Well heck. I could WALK 13 miles, I knew that I could do that. Up to this point I'd only ever walked 7 at a time, but I figured from June to September I should have been able to improve to walking 13. So I held onto the postcard.
After spending the summer in Eureka, I was comfortable jogging a couple miles, so I decided to sign up for the half marathon. I was going to sign up as a walker, but there was a proviso that said, "If you plan to jog any part of this course, you must sign up as a runner." So I did, despite being scared to death of that term.
Over the past two months, though, I improved to the point where I could jog 7 miles straight, nonstop. That was a huge breakthrough, and I was so excited to try out my "new legs" in the half marathon last Sunday.
The experience was incredible. I finally splurged and got myself a real "cool-max" tank top to wear (me? in a tank top?)--no more hot cotton. I also got some cool-max shorts at Target, on sale yet. So the morning of the race, when I lined up, I felt good. There is something to be said for dressing the part. I felt like such a real runner!
My only concern was that the race was USA Track & Field sanctioned, which means the rule is no iPods. That was a big concern because I run best when I have music. I need the distraction. Otherwise I obsess about my legs, my breathing, my side (I always get a cramp), how far I have gone, and so forth. The music takes me out of that and allows me to just go, without all the internal dialogue messing me up. Thankfully, I saw lots of other women with iPods, and nobody seemed to be policing it, so I decided to wear mine after all.
The walkers set out first at 8:30 a.m. I was nervous about this. I had visions of being the last one in--not that it would be disgraceful, as long as I finished. I just didn't want to never be able to catch any walkers. I kept trying to figure out how far I'd have to run to pass at least one walker. It was my own little "pride" thing that I still need to get out of my system, I guess.
At 9:00, we lined up on the course, and I positioned myself about 2/3 of the way back in the pack. There were so many women! I saw all shapes, sizes, colors, fitness levels, some with iPods, some without, lots of women in cool max clothing and lots and lots of women in cotton. I was pleased that I'd run with my Moms on the Run group all this time, because at least I knew the cotton wouldn't hold me back today.
When the race started, we all moved forward at a walk. There was a "chip timer" on my shoelace that would activate when I crossed the start, thereby entering my official start time, so I wasn't too worried. I had queued up my iPod to start with Keith Urban's "Days Go By", one of my favorite songs, but somehow messed it up. It was a happy coincidence, though, because when I hit the "play" button, what I got instead was Rascal Flatts' "Life is a Highway".
If you have seen the Disney/Pixar movie "Cars", you will recognize the song as the one that plays when Mack the truck drives Lightning McQueen on an all night drive to get to California for the final race to determine the winner of the Piston Cup. That scene is one of my favorites of the whole movie, because although the scene is totally computer-generated, it accurately reflects what it's like to travel long distances out on the open road.
This made it the PERFECT song choice! It started just as I crossed the Start line, and the appropriateness actually brought me to tears!
I started out at what felt like an easy pace, and watched all these women run past me. That was a bit demoralizing, but I kept thinking, so long as I'm ahead of SOMEONE, that's OK! (That's my "pride" thing talking.) I finally settled into a field of women that seemed to be going my pace.
Suddenly, a women came up alongside me, and somehow we got to talking. Her name was Dianne Jones, and she's from New Jersey. Then another lady joined us. Her name is Jen Nachbur, and she's from Vermont.
I shut off my iPod as the the three of us started talking as we were running together. Jen was running for Team in Training, and so she had scheduled walk breaks that she took, so now and again it was just Dianne and me. Yet Jen kept catching up to us, despite the fact that Dianne and I just ran without stopping.
Dianne was a bit concerned about our pace. We were on an 11-minute-mile pace, which is a bit faster than she (or I) wanted to go. But I couldn't pull up, because I was comfortable.
That still strikes me--I was comfortable running!
Another amazing thing is that I started passing people. The same women who had passed me were now walking, and I was still running...and zipping past them. I was so beyond psyched. It was such a revelation--I could run well enough to keep my pace and pass other people who had started faster than me.
Dianne and me, joking with the photographer
That was an amazing feeling. I look back now, a few days past the run, and I remember it more with a sense of gliding than pounding. I felt so strong when I was running (and passing others); I felt like I could accomplish anything. I amazed myself at my strength.
During one point in the run, one race official who was stopping traffic started laughing. He told us, "Only women could run a half marathon and still talk all the way through it!" We laughed also and I yelled back, "We're multi-talented!"
About mile six, Dianne gave me a sports jelly bean, which helped because I was getting hungry. My stomach actually growled! I drank some Accelerade when it was offered at mile 4, and then by mile 8, I was getting really hungry. Once I passed the 7 mile mark, I told Dianne and Jen, "Every single step I take now is a personal best!" I had never run that far without stopping before.
At mile 8, I was all ready for some Accelerade...but to my surprise and delight, they were also passing out something called Clif Shot Bloks, which are thick 10-gram gummy squares of carbohydrate in the form of organic brown rice syrup mixed with electrolytes. They were handing out packets of a flavor called "Margarita with salt", but I didn't even look at that. I just knew I needed some fuel, and I needed it NOW.
After drinking some Accelerade and water, I ripped open the package (while still running) and ate one of the Shot Bloks.
Oh my. It was simultaneously the worst thing I have ever tasted, and the best thing I have ever tasted.
I was half expecting some kind of sticky-sweet stuff like the "GU" and gels many runners prefer. Instead I got a shot of margarita (yum!) with a lot of salt.
How smart is the Clif company to make margarita with salt? It turns out that when you run and sweat a lot, of course you lose salt. That means as you drink water, you lose your electrolyte balance--hence the need for sports drinks like Gatorade and Accelerade. By the 8 mile mark, I must have been pretty salt-depleted, because I was already talking about walking.
Two of the Shot Bloks fixed me right up, and I was good to go. I ate two more of them over the next two miles, then just held the package in my right hand--a good idea because it stopped me from clenching my fist, which also halted any cramps in their tracks.
I later forgot all about the Shot Bloks, unfortunately, and after mile ten I dropped to a walk for one minute. I wish I'd thought to try a Shot Blok first, but the walk break was good for me. Diane kept going, but Jen was near me, so after my one-minute walk break, I started running again. I knew the last three miles would be my toughest, despite it "only being a 5K" at this point, so I used my iPod to get my groove back. That helped a lot--I ran along, singing and smiling, waving at people and shouting "THANK YOU!" to any race officials I saw.
Over the last three miles, I took a total of four one-minute walk breaks. Jen and I stayed pretty even, but Dianne was long gone.
When we rounded the last corner to take us into the final stretch, Jen and I were side-by-side. I saw Kent and the girls, waving at me as I ran past, and then I yelled to Jen, "Shall we kick it?" She said yes, and we started to SPRINT. We finished the race that way--sprinting to the end.
Jen Nachbur and me in our final sprint
Afterwards, we all got medals, and I immediately went to find food and stretch. While I felt great during the run, as soon as I stopped, things started to cramp up. My stomach (which my Dad later said was my diaphragm) cramped, my legs started to ache, and I had to stretch, drink, stretch, eat, stretch, stretch, and stretch some more. I thanked Jen for keeping me motivated, and I found Dianne and thanked her for not letting me stop at 8 miles (I wanted to). Both of those women were SO key in getting me through as far and as well as I did, and I will forever be grateful to them both.
The rest of the day was spent resting, eating, and smiling. I later took a 30 minute walk to help stretch my legs, and Kent presented me with a gift--a $100 bill to buy a new iPod shuffle, one of the little ones, so I wouldn't have it banging against me as I run, and I won't have the headphone cords yanked out by weight machines or the jogging stroller any longer, because it won't be hanging down the front of me. I was shocked and really thrilled, and have already loaded it up.
The color? Bright pink of course!
That day will forever be etched on my mind as a highlight of my life. It was a day I did something I swore I could never do--run over ten miles non-stop, completing a half marathon in just over 2 1/2 hours. It has inspired me as nothing else in my life ever has--except becoming a mother.
I told both Dianne and Jen about my plans to try the Honolulu Marathon. They were both absolutely certain I could, and they both encouraged me to go for it. They said the time I have until that marathon (15 months) will give me plenty of time to train properly.
They also said if I could do this, then I could definitely do a marathon.
First, however, I still have one other little matter to attend to:
The Cape Elizabeth Land Trust Challenge Triathlon. That's next Sunday.
One goal realized (half marathon); one more to go (triathlon); one new one to train for (full marathon).
I'm gonna be one busy lady.
____________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: Look, I'm not a doctor. However, I am a teacher certified in both California and Maine to teach science curriculum, including the human body (and health/nutrition) to kids in grades K-8. This blog is my attempt to wade through the current thinking on weight loss, and to present it in a way that makes sense to everyone. As a woman who is successfully recovering from obesity herself, I feel it's even more important to help others understand what I did to lose the weight; what worked, what didn't, and what the struggle has been like as I went from morbid obesity to fitness. It doesn't mean that I have all the answers, however. If you want to lose weight, by all means, read my blog--I think I can provide some help and clarity. BUT, please know that I am NOT a medical expert, and you should most definitely consult with your own doctor or family physician before undertaking any weight loss efforts yourself. Weight loss is a personal journey. I'm making mine visible to the world, but each of us has to take our own steps with our own doctor's guidance; please make sure you check in with yours before you try to do anything I have done. Good luck and God bless!
Friday, September 21, 2007
On Becoming an Athlete
"Act like the person you want to be." --M.J. Ryan
Never in my life have I considered myself an athletic person. Sure, I would ride bikes, swim, skate and skateboard, and even scuba dive--but I never considered myself an athlete. To me, athletes are those people who have something like 0.2% body fat, can run a marathon in fifteen minutes, swim the English Channel on a lazy Saturday, and score perfect 10s in the Olympics.
Nope. Definitely not an athlete here.
But as the CELT Challenge Triathlon looms large in my future--just 8 days away now--I am faced with the very real notion that, when it is over, I will be considered a triathlete.
Me? Not even an athlete, but a triathlete?? That's like lumping me in with those 0.2% bodyfat Olympians that I previously mentioned!
But yet it's coming. And after the past week and months of training, I know that I'm ready.
The past couple days have been tough, though. Baby Kara has been waking up every hour or so starting just after midnight, and spending at least an hour awake between 3-4 in the morning. She cries for her "woobie" (pacifier), she gets up onto her knees, she crawls around, she stands. Sometimes she cries, sometimes she just babbles, but always, she's awake and naturally that wakes us up, too.
It has made it tough for me to be motivated to go out and move. Just last Tuesday, after a particularly trying morning when she was awake from 3 am to 6 am, I finally gave up at 6 (after four hours of sleep) and let Kent take care of her while I went to the club. I did strength training only and then came home because Kent needed to go to work.
I decided that, since I was already dressed for exercise, I would go out and do some running. When I got home, however, Kara had fallen asleep. Figures! She was out until almost 9 am.
Finally, though, I strapped her into her jogging stroller--this time with the fleece liner in, as it was fairly cool out--and took off on my run.
I decided to run to Maddy's school and back; that's 5.2 miles in all. My best distance was 4 miles at ths point, so I thought 5.2 miles was a good test.
Little did I know that, despite the lack of sleep, I certainly had my athlete hat on that day. I made the 5.2 miles and still felt fresh! I wasn't moving super fast--it was about a 12.5 minute mile pace--but I felt like I could run forever. So I passed the house on my return trip and kept going the opposite direction.
Finally, after a while, I decided the baby had been out long enough. We'd been gone for an hour and 25 minutes, and I had run the entire time. I never stopped or walked. And later, when I retraced the route in my car, I found that I had run 6.8 miles.
6.8 miles?? That's the kind of distance that marathoners do! I was completely flabbergasted.
And then I realized that, what I had done (despite being exhausted) was to put into place one of my favorite quotes, from M.J. Ryan, which is at the top of this blog:
"Act like the person you want to be."
I was lying in bed, feeling tired and miserable, and though to myself, what would I do if I were an athlete, or someone who was seriously training for a big triathlon?
I'd shake the tiredness off and just go do it. So I did.
And what a result! 6.8 miles.
Doing that run, for the first time, made me feel like an athlete. I felt like a runner, not a jogger. I realized that I had the stamina to do the kind of run that "real" runners do.
And it got me excited. If I could run almost 7 miles, then what else could I do?
That morning, I decided on my big goal for 2008:
I am going to run the Honolulu Marathon in December.
Later that momentous 6.8 mile day, I told Kent my plan. He immediately started talking about logistics (would we all go or just me, where would we stay, etc.), which pleased me to no end. He didn't say no, he didn't pooh-pooh the idea, he didn't tell me I couldn't do it. He simply started to plan ahead to 15 months from now when I line up with God knows how many other people for a 26.2 mile run around Oahu.
Maybe I'm nuts. That's a big goal, and 15 months from now I might even be living in Europe (if Kent or I get a job teaching overseas, as we are thinking of doing). But I have my goal now for the winter. Rather than maintaining my fitness, I'm going to learn how to run long-distance. I am going to become a marathoner.
I can do this.
After all, in 8 days, I'll already be a triathlete!
____________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: Look, I'm not a doctor. However, I am a teacher certified in both California and Maine to teach science curriculum, including the human body (and health/nutrition) to kids in grades K-8. This blog is my attempt to wade through the current thinking on weight loss, and to present it in a way that makes sense to everyone. As a woman who is successfully recovering from obesity herself, I feel it's even more important to help others understand what I did to lose the weight; what worked, what didn't, and what the struggle has been like as I went from morbid obesity to fitness. It doesn't mean that I have all the answers, however. If you want to lose weight, by all means, read my blog--I think I can provide some help and clarity. BUT, please know that I am NOT a medical expert, and you should most definitely consult with your own doctor or family physician before undertaking any weight loss efforts yourself. Weight loss is a personal journey. I'm making mine visible to the world, but each of us has to take our own steps with our own doctor's guidance; please make sure you check in with yours before you try to do anything I have done. Good luck and God bless!
Never in my life have I considered myself an athletic person. Sure, I would ride bikes, swim, skate and skateboard, and even scuba dive--but I never considered myself an athlete. To me, athletes are those people who have something like 0.2% body fat, can run a marathon in fifteen minutes, swim the English Channel on a lazy Saturday, and score perfect 10s in the Olympics.
Nope. Definitely not an athlete here.
But as the CELT Challenge Triathlon looms large in my future--just 8 days away now--I am faced with the very real notion that, when it is over, I will be considered a triathlete.
Me? Not even an athlete, but a triathlete?? That's like lumping me in with those 0.2% bodyfat Olympians that I previously mentioned!
But yet it's coming. And after the past week and months of training, I know that I'm ready.
The past couple days have been tough, though. Baby Kara has been waking up every hour or so starting just after midnight, and spending at least an hour awake between 3-4 in the morning. She cries for her "woobie" (pacifier), she gets up onto her knees, she crawls around, she stands. Sometimes she cries, sometimes she just babbles, but always, she's awake and naturally that wakes us up, too.
It has made it tough for me to be motivated to go out and move. Just last Tuesday, after a particularly trying morning when she was awake from 3 am to 6 am, I finally gave up at 6 (after four hours of sleep) and let Kent take care of her while I went to the club. I did strength training only and then came home because Kent needed to go to work.
I decided that, since I was already dressed for exercise, I would go out and do some running. When I got home, however, Kara had fallen asleep. Figures! She was out until almost 9 am.
Finally, though, I strapped her into her jogging stroller--this time with the fleece liner in, as it was fairly cool out--and took off on my run.
I decided to run to Maddy's school and back; that's 5.2 miles in all. My best distance was 4 miles at ths point, so I thought 5.2 miles was a good test.
Little did I know that, despite the lack of sleep, I certainly had my athlete hat on that day. I made the 5.2 miles and still felt fresh! I wasn't moving super fast--it was about a 12.5 minute mile pace--but I felt like I could run forever. So I passed the house on my return trip and kept going the opposite direction.
Finally, after a while, I decided the baby had been out long enough. We'd been gone for an hour and 25 minutes, and I had run the entire time. I never stopped or walked. And later, when I retraced the route in my car, I found that I had run 6.8 miles.
6.8 miles?? That's the kind of distance that marathoners do! I was completely flabbergasted.
And then I realized that, what I had done (despite being exhausted) was to put into place one of my favorite quotes, from M.J. Ryan, which is at the top of this blog:
"Act like the person you want to be."
I was lying in bed, feeling tired and miserable, and though to myself, what would I do if I were an athlete, or someone who was seriously training for a big triathlon?
I'd shake the tiredness off and just go do it. So I did.
And what a result! 6.8 miles.
Doing that run, for the first time, made me feel like an athlete. I felt like a runner, not a jogger. I realized that I had the stamina to do the kind of run that "real" runners do.
And it got me excited. If I could run almost 7 miles, then what else could I do?
That morning, I decided on my big goal for 2008:
I am going to run the Honolulu Marathon in December.
Later that momentous 6.8 mile day, I told Kent my plan. He immediately started talking about logistics (would we all go or just me, where would we stay, etc.), which pleased me to no end. He didn't say no, he didn't pooh-pooh the idea, he didn't tell me I couldn't do it. He simply started to plan ahead to 15 months from now when I line up with God knows how many other people for a 26.2 mile run around Oahu.
Maybe I'm nuts. That's a big goal, and 15 months from now I might even be living in Europe (if Kent or I get a job teaching overseas, as we are thinking of doing). But I have my goal now for the winter. Rather than maintaining my fitness, I'm going to learn how to run long-distance. I am going to become a marathoner.
I can do this.
After all, in 8 days, I'll already be a triathlete!
____________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: Look, I'm not a doctor. However, I am a teacher certified in both California and Maine to teach science curriculum, including the human body (and health/nutrition) to kids in grades K-8. This blog is my attempt to wade through the current thinking on weight loss, and to present it in a way that makes sense to everyone. As a woman who is successfully recovering from obesity herself, I feel it's even more important to help others understand what I did to lose the weight; what worked, what didn't, and what the struggle has been like as I went from morbid obesity to fitness. It doesn't mean that I have all the answers, however. If you want to lose weight, by all means, read my blog--I think I can provide some help and clarity. BUT, please know that I am NOT a medical expert, and you should most definitely consult with your own doctor or family physician before undertaking any weight loss efforts yourself. Weight loss is a personal journey. I'm making mine visible to the world, but each of us has to take our own steps with our own doctor's guidance; please make sure you check in with yours before you try to do anything I have done. Good luck and God bless!
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