You are surfing posts written in August, 2010

29 Aug 2010
Categorized As: Bling, CarbKiller, Motivational

According to my race ticker I’m 2 months and 4 days away from the Marine Corps Marathon. Two years ago the idea of doing a 1 miler was crazy to me and here I’m about to go 26.2. I still haven’t fully wrapped my mind around that one but I’m thinking the plane ride to DC will help.

In other news remember when HZ did the Little Rock 5K last year? It took me over a year and six 5K races before I beat her time from that race. I’m not saying that to brag I’m telling you that because for all my half marathons (I just finished #9 and #10 will be Labor Day weekend) I’m still pretty slow.

I think it’s important to point that out.

I know a lot of you visit this page from time to time out of curiosity and maybe longing.

13.1 miles seems a LONG LONG way for the big girls. I know because the first race I ever wanted to do was this one:

That’s 13.1 miles though the Disneyland, and Disney’s California Adventure Theme Parks, through the city of Anaheim around the field at Angel’s Stadium and back to the Disneyland Resort area for the finish.
The starting line was less then a half marathon distance from the house where I grew up. It might as well have been on Mars.

So I missed out on

Note the word Inaugural. Every race only has one of those and I missed this one in 2006.

Then I missed it again in 2007 and 2008.

By 2009 HZ and I had a deal and I’d already gotten one race under my belt. So I signed up because I’m a Disney geek and I’ve ALWAYS wanted this medal.

But the closest I got to that action in 2009 was:

And boy was that really depressing.

$120 down the drain for the race (the mouse is expensive)

$8 for parking (the mouse is expensive)

And STILL NO MEDAL! It remains the only race  I never showed up for because:

1) I knew I couldn’t finish

2) My ankle and knee were alternately wonky from something stupid I’d done while training

The blogs I wrote are HERE and HERE. While I did my best to sound like a good sport about it but I was pretty angry with myself.

That being said allow me to introduce:

The 2010 Disneyland Half Marathon Medal. Why is it shaped like a 5? Because it took me five YEARS before I could register for this race knowing I can walk/jog this thing and still finish within the time limit. Granted, the first 3.5 years didn’t count because I wasn’t active but you get my point. So I’m racing for the 5th Anniversary finisher’s medal. And when they hang this thing around my neck I’m going to grin, and cheer, and try not to kick myself for missing out on the first 4 years of medals. (Oh come on you all know I’m obsessive compulsive by now).

But you know what? I will have this one. I’ll have #5 and be living proof that it’s never too late to get your ass up and active. It is never too late to talk to your doctor about starting a walking program. It’s never too late to set  a goal for yourself, even if it’s just a small one.

Disneyland half Labor Day weekend

Marine Corps Marathon on Halloween. Ooh rah!

27 Aug 2010
Categorized As: CarbKiller, Motivational

Women and funny creatures. No matter what we have we’re not happy with it until years later when we decide our hair/bodies/teeth/etc. were just fine and we should have appreciated them more before they changed.

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook today. Apparently it’s several years old but I’d never seen it before.

I think they should show this to every male and female in the United States from the age of seven. This is what women try to be and this is what men want to have. How sad for us all.

10 Aug 2010
Categorized As: diet, Hogzilla, walking

It was hotter than balls yesterday. Honestly, walking the Big Dam(n) Bridge @2:00 in the afternoon was like walking through the flames of hell with the Heat Miser on my back. Not. Fun.

So I only walked 2 miles…which is better than I’ve done in a while, but not good enough. I also did some light weights last night.

I weighed this morning…I’m 4lbs heavier than I thought I was which just makes me ill. I’m okay with being a little fluffy, but I’m pretty sure at this point I’m pushing the fluffy-envelope.

Food wise I did well. I did drink 2 bud light limes last night, but I’m okay with that. My calories were right at 1200 so it’s all good. And I had lots of water.

Tonight we’re celebrating a friend’s bday and I know wine will be involved. I will allow myself up to 2 glasses, but I’m also planning to walk or do my DVD workout afterward. Mainly because that +4 lbs is burned onto the backs of my eyelids, constantly staring at me and making me feel like a chump. Fuck you, scale. I may be a fat ass, but I’m not gonna take it anymore!

In  fun news, I downloaded a new fitness app to my iPhone. iMapFitness. It will track your miles by GPS as well as your average speed. I love gadgety stuff!

9 Aug 2010
Categorized As: diet, Hogzilla, walking

I’m starting over. I’ve gotten lazy and soft and now I have a book signing for my 2nd book (LOVE SUCKS! HarperTeen) coming up in 6 weeks and my arms look like hams and my chin is starting to double up. All because I stopped paying attention.

Sure, I have great excuses. I spent time fixing up my new casa. Cleaning, painting, and then moving. That’s exercise–right? Sure it is, if you’re not drinking beer and eating massive amounts of pizza, BBQ and cheese dip. Oh, and cheese puffs. Lots and lots of cheese puffs.

I’ve stopped my regular exercise and that just isn’t working for me. So here I am, week 1; day 1 again… My goal is 12 lbs in 6 weeks. I know that’s a tough goal, but if I hit it hard, I can do it.

I’ve started off right today. 1 pack of 100 calorie raw almonds, 1 black plum, 1 cup yogurt for bfast. Lunch is a healthy choice and a salad with some blueberries. Dinner? Not sure yet, but probably whole wheat spaghetti and salad.

I’m walking after work and I’m doing my Jillian Michaels DVD at least 3 days a week. If I do all of that, and really cut down on the empty but yummy calories (aka booze) then -12lbs should be no problem.

I’ll check back tomorrow. Wish me luck!

4 Aug 2010
Categorized As: CarbKiller, Motivational, Pep Talk

Funny people, runners. No matter where they start they always want more. Even the slow ones like me. For half marathoners it’s the marathon. For marathoners it’s a BQ. For BQers it’s another BQ or an ultra. And somewhere in the middle of all that are the people who decide one sport isn’t enough and sign up for Duathlons and Triathlons. 

The thing I find most interesting is the types of runners I meet.  

I find I gravitate toward the people who say “Go for it! Give it a shot!”

And I get very very frustrated with people who are quick with cautionary tales. Don’t do X! they say in horrified tones. Then they offer themselves or the failings of others as an example.

You know what? Keep it to yourself.

If someone wants to give me a tip I’m always willing to listen. I prefer, of course, to ask rather then suddenly find myself facing down a barrage of unsolicited advice but hey, whatever works. Feel free to talk but don’t EVER tell me what not to do.

I am not reckless and I am not foolish.

What I am is determined.

What is it that Henry Ford once said?

“Whether you believe you can or believe you can’t, you’re probably right.”

I’m tired of dire warnings cloaked in worry and affection.

We’re all adults. Yes we get pissy and crazy and do stupid things to ourselves and each other. But in the end we are all responsible for our own actions.

If I had followed the “smart” path I would have bailed on the first race I registered for on a dare. I would have stayed on my low carb diet until I lost the weight I’ve been obsessing over and then I would have registered for a nice safe local 5K when I reached 135 pounds.

I’m not 135 pounds and I didn’t register for a 5K until I’d registered for 7 half marathons.

Even then I only did it because I wanted the medal.

And you know what? Don’t tell me to be smart because I’m not smart every time I go out for a run with all the pounds I’m carrying above 135. You can keep your “don’t” because I’m going to. I’m going to run. I’m going to walk. I’m going to drag my sorry behind over 3 marathon finishlines so I can qualify for the Maniacs. And I’m doing it because I can.

If for some reason I am physically unable to do this then I won’t but I’ll know that until that point I gave my very best effort.

There are people in this country who sit on the couch 18 hours a day. Their lives can be measured only in the number of shows they have seen.

There are women in the world who live in fear, who hide themselves and cover their bodies, not because they choose to, but because they are terrified of the consequences of what will happen if they don’t. What would they pay, I wonder, for the opportunity to lace up a pair of running shoes and race through the streets of their neighborhoods with no worry for safety. Would they pause to worry about getting a blister?

I am grateful to have been born in this nation, at this time, with these opportunities. And these are the things I think about when I go out to do the miles. Funny how when I do that the blisters seem less painful, and the distance seems shorter.

Maybe if you stopped fixating on the dimples in the road of life you’d find the distance shorter too.