Ugh, still slacking on keeping these updated. It's really hard to remember workouts a week after they happened.
Monday: BodyRockTV's Refreshing & First Date workouts.
I don't remember much about them, except they were hard. Yay.
Tuesday: HIIT app's Olympic Challenge workout.
Still super hard.
Wednesday: HIIT app's Autumn Abs workout. This app has a featured workout every week. This one was 30 minutes of ab workouts. @#$^@$@#$@#%
I may or may not have ruined all that work for ice cream with a cute guy. Who's really funny. And totally knocked the socks off of my feet. I can neither confirm nor deny this. (!!!!!)
Thursday: I took one of my old roommates out for her birthday. This was the first time in I don't know how long that I had 3 alcoholic drinks in one night. I slept horribly, but it was worth it. I love catching up with my roommate.
Friday: Random abs workout of the day.
Saturday: Halloween Hustle 5K. It was colder than a witch's boob in a brass brassiere. Like, it was really cold. I learned I don't do well in really cold conditions. Even though I completed my warmups a minute before the gun went off, my easy pace didn't allow for me to stay warmed up. So it took half the race to get warmed up again.
Used this race to focus on not running like I'm working the friggen runway, so I took things super slow. Finished in 36 and change, not my slowest 5k, but certainly tons slower than my fastest.
I miss just being able to run. And being 100% healthy. Sigh.
Sunday: I walked around an art museum for 2 hours, except for the part where I stared at the most beautiful Monet for 5 minutes. Guess who was with me. (!)
Monday, October 29, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
VIDEO BLOG!!!!
What did I think of volunteering at the finish line of the Kansas City Marathon?
Have a look-see:
Volunteering at the KC Marathon
Toodles!
Have a look-see:
Volunteering at the KC Marathon
Toodles!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Weekly Workout Log
I don't know if anyone reads these, but I've been guiltily silent on workouts the past few weeks because I've been a lazy lazy lazy lady.
The week after the 10 Mile, I did almost no working out. I was just so ... over it that week. I think I did maybe one day of random abs ... and then spent most afternoons using Jeff & the dog park as an excuse to not do anything.
Ugh, I felt like a slob.
This past week, I did a little better:
Monday: random abs
Tuesday: BodyRockTV's workouts from Monday (They seem to post later in the day than I want to workout ... and I want to workout around 5pm. I know, right?). I'm almost embarrassed to say the names of the workouts, but here they are: Hot Dirty Lust and Sexy Coregasm.
I know.
They were super tough, though! I definitely got my ass kicked.
Wednesday: rest day. Mostly because BodyRock had a workout that involved equipment I didn't have & I didn't want to think about how to modify it.
Thursday: BodyRocks' Nothing but Sweat Workout. I did sweat. A lot.
Friday: .... I can't remember. I probably did nothing. Actually, I don't remember anything I did Friday night. Great.
Saturday: I spent the morning volunteering at the Kansas City Marathon. I did a video blog about it, but haven't posted it yet. I'll try to do that today.
Sunday: Olympic Challenge Workout on my phone HIIT trainer app. That one is always a beast.
There you have it. Trying to get out of my lazy person funk. This week, I'll need to get one or two runs in, being that I have a 5k next Saturday. Whoops.
The week after the 10 Mile, I did almost no working out. I was just so ... over it that week. I think I did maybe one day of random abs ... and then spent most afternoons using Jeff & the dog park as an excuse to not do anything.
Ugh, I felt like a slob.
This past week, I did a little better:
Monday: random abs
Tuesday: BodyRockTV's workouts from Monday (They seem to post later in the day than I want to workout ... and I want to workout around 5pm. I know, right?). I'm almost embarrassed to say the names of the workouts, but here they are: Hot Dirty Lust and Sexy Coregasm.
I know.
They were super tough, though! I definitely got my ass kicked.
Wednesday: rest day. Mostly because BodyRock had a workout that involved equipment I didn't have & I didn't want to think about how to modify it.
Thursday: BodyRocks' Nothing but Sweat Workout. I did sweat. A lot.
Friday: .... I can't remember. I probably did nothing. Actually, I don't remember anything I did Friday night. Great.
Saturday: I spent the morning volunteering at the Kansas City Marathon. I did a video blog about it, but haven't posted it yet. I'll try to do that today.
Sunday: Olympic Challenge Workout on my phone HIIT trainer app. That one is always a beast.
There you have it. Trying to get out of my lazy person funk. This week, I'll need to get one or two runs in, being that I have a 5k next Saturday. Whoops.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Like a Runway Model
For those of you who remember my wicked awesome experience running on a treadmill surrounded by infrared lights (or some kind of red light that tracks my body movements on a computerized, stick version of myself) ... you'll have noticed that I haven't said anything about the results.
Well, I got them last Saturday, when I went to see Tom to get all of the tightness worked out from the winged 10 Miler. After my incredibly long-winded version of why I was momentarily crazy, we got to talking about my superhero-esque run.
Apparently, when I run, my feet cross over the imaginary center line of my body. So literally, I'm running like a model walks the runway. IMAGINE THAT! No wonder my hips and IT bands and knees are all out of wack when I up the mileage.
I rarely quote the Simpsons, but "DOH!!"
So, now when I run, I actually have to think about what I'm doing, rather than spacing off and thinking about, oh I don't know ... how Duchess Kate and I would totally be BFFs if we lived in the same city or how the guy I eventually marry is going to laugh his head off when he learns how much wedding planning I've already done or how wonderful it's going to feel when I finally cross that finish line in Dublin in just over a year. Ugh, instead I have to think about where I put my feet!
BUT ... don't you think this means I'm qualified to model for Nike or Brooks or Asics? I mean, I run AND I can work the runway without a second thought. Plus, HELLO, I have style. And swagger. And you just can't teach any model that stuff.
(ps - I was so going to include a funny runway model picture of myself, but it just didn't work out. As in the pictures looked really really bad)
Well, I got them last Saturday, when I went to see Tom to get all of the tightness worked out from the winged 10 Miler. After my incredibly long-winded version of why I was momentarily crazy, we got to talking about my superhero-esque run.
Apparently, when I run, my feet cross over the imaginary center line of my body. So literally, I'm running like a model walks the runway. IMAGINE THAT! No wonder my hips and IT bands and knees are all out of wack when I up the mileage.
I rarely quote the Simpsons, but "DOH!!"
So, now when I run, I actually have to think about what I'm doing, rather than spacing off and thinking about, oh I don't know ... how Duchess Kate and I would totally be BFFs if we lived in the same city or how the guy I eventually marry is going to laugh his head off when he learns how much wedding planning I've already done or how wonderful it's going to feel when I finally cross that finish line in Dublin in just over a year. Ugh, instead I have to think about where I put my feet!
BUT ... don't you think this means I'm qualified to model for Nike or Brooks or Asics? I mean, I run AND I can work the runway without a second thought. Plus, HELLO, I have style. And swagger. And you just can't teach any model that stuff.
(ps - I was so going to include a funny runway model picture of myself, but it just didn't work out. As in the pictures looked really really bad)
Monday, October 15, 2012
I have decided ...
... red nail polish is definitely the way to go, particularly China Glaze in Drastic.
SHA-BAM! How 'bout them nails???
SHA-BAM! How 'bout them nails???
Friday, October 12, 2012
Sometimes, You're Just Plain Stupid
It happens, you know?
I had a stupid moment over the weekend. Actually ... it was a stupid 12 hours.
Blame it on being back in the Twin Cities, where I lived during some of the most memorable 2 years of my life.
Blame it on those trees being the perfect fall colors.
Blame it on seeing my bestest running friends again.
Blame it on the Twin Cities Marathon for having the best finish ever. Yes, ever. Out of all other finish lines, this one is the best. I would contend that even Olympians would agree, if they had the chance to cross it.
Blame it on me. Me and my sentimentalist self, which totally goes insane when it's kicked into full gear. And it was in full gear on Saturday afternoon.
So, I found myself offering to run the TC 10 Mile with a friend who wasn't going to run because of a slightly bothered knee. Then, I found myself surprised when she actually said, "Let's do this." And by the time common sense took over a few hours later, I was hearing, "Just knowing we are going to do this together tomorrow has lifted my spirits."
Great. I can't back out now.
Sigh. This is what I get for bringing my good running shoes, in case I wanted to take a jaunt across the Stone Arch Bridge (my old running route).
So, somehow, between what I brought to do a quick workout in the hotel and all the extras my hotel roommates brought, I scraped together a last minute outfit. That night, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, even my psoas was complaining. I kept thinking to myself, I'll text my friend in the morning and tell her, I can't run but I'll go to the start with her.
But morning came and I didn't text her. It's the people pleaser in me. When I was younger, I was desperate to make everyone happy, to have everyone like me and some days, it still gets the best of me. I forget to take care of me and try to take care of everyone else. People say it's because I have a big heart. Perhaps there's some truth to that, but really ... well, that in itself is a story that doesn't belong here.
So we start the race. I try to do warm ups, but when it's 28*F, and you have to stand in a crowded corral for 15 minutes, warm ups aren't very effective. Great.
The thing that I do love about the TC 10 Mile is that it goes fairly quickly. The first time I ran, miles 3 and 4 were there before I knew it, and in spite of purposely going slow, they still managed to fly by this time around. And soon we were hitting the medical drop out point, which I believe is somewhere around mile 5 or 6. Had I been smart, had I been thinking at all, I would have realized that my friend was doing just fine & didn't need me the rest of the race. I could have gracefully bowed out then. I would have been happy with a 5 or 6 mile run that day on a course that I love.
But I didn't stop, and soon after, I began to think I should have. I walked a lot. I stopped to stretch. I stopped for Tylenol.
side note: did you know they won't give you Advil during a race? Apparently, it's really bad for your kidneys to take an NSAID and then exercise. I so need to have a conversation with my sports med doc.
We stumbled (very nearly quite literally) across a woman who was also struggling. So I decided to finish with her. We walked when she needed to walk. I scolded her for checking her watch (seriously, at that point, who cares? Let's just get to the finish). The last half a mile was painful for her. It was painful for me too. My calf started cramping and I couldn't push off as hard as I wanted to. That finish was beautiful. It always is. That finish also sucked. Stopping and finally feeling all of the pain was the worst. Hearing that my friend felt like she could have ran a marathon made me want to scream. I felt like I had run a marathon.
It's a blurry screen shot from a video, but I know you can tell I was in pain. My friend, on the other hand, was on cloud 946.
I was glad that I had gotten my friend on the course. I was glad she had the confidence boost she needed for her half marathon this weekend. I was annoyed with myself. Irritated. So much that I didn't want the finisher medal. I didn't want the finisher t-shirt - they were never mine in the first place. The only reason there is a medal in my house now is a volunteer shoved one in my hand and I didn't have the energy to argue. Whatever.
I was a hot mess after the race. The only thing that saved me was the massage tent and a very great gal who was willing to work on my psoas and find that awful knot in my calf.
I could go on, but I probably sound like the candidates on the debates by now - simply repeating the same damn thing without offering any new information.
Here's something new: no one ever forgets their first race. The feeling of accomplishment at crossing that finish line, of doing something they never thought they were capable of doing. I remember that feeling so vividly, and after a year of crap races, I think a part of me desperately needed that feeling again. That's probably why I didn't drop out. That's probably why a lot of us don't drop when we are supposed to. That finish line is very nearly the best thing ever.
And perhaps that's why I've beaten myself up so much over this race. I didn't find what I was looking for. But my friend did, so I keep reminding myself of that. That is what matters, right?
I had a stupid moment over the weekend. Actually ... it was a stupid 12 hours.
Blame it on being back in the Twin Cities, where I lived during some of the most memorable 2 years of my life.
Blame it on those trees being the perfect fall colors.
Blame it on seeing my bestest running friends again.
Blame it on the Twin Cities Marathon for having the best finish ever. Yes, ever. Out of all other finish lines, this one is the best. I would contend that even Olympians would agree, if they had the chance to cross it.
Blame it on me. Me and my sentimentalist self, which totally goes insane when it's kicked into full gear. And it was in full gear on Saturday afternoon.
So, I found myself offering to run the TC 10 Mile with a friend who wasn't going to run because of a slightly bothered knee. Then, I found myself surprised when she actually said, "Let's do this." And by the time common sense took over a few hours later, I was hearing, "Just knowing we are going to do this together tomorrow has lifted my spirits."
Great. I can't back out now.
Sigh. This is what I get for bringing my good running shoes, in case I wanted to take a jaunt across the Stone Arch Bridge (my old running route).
So, somehow, between what I brought to do a quick workout in the hotel and all the extras my hotel roommates brought, I scraped together a last minute outfit. That night, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, even my psoas was complaining. I kept thinking to myself, I'll text my friend in the morning and tell her, I can't run but I'll go to the start with her.
But morning came and I didn't text her. It's the people pleaser in me. When I was younger, I was desperate to make everyone happy, to have everyone like me and some days, it still gets the best of me. I forget to take care of me and try to take care of everyone else. People say it's because I have a big heart. Perhaps there's some truth to that, but really ... well, that in itself is a story that doesn't belong here.
So we start the race. I try to do warm ups, but when it's 28*F, and you have to stand in a crowded corral for 15 minutes, warm ups aren't very effective. Great.
The thing that I do love about the TC 10 Mile is that it goes fairly quickly. The first time I ran, miles 3 and 4 were there before I knew it, and in spite of purposely going slow, they still managed to fly by this time around. And soon we were hitting the medical drop out point, which I believe is somewhere around mile 5 or 6. Had I been smart, had I been thinking at all, I would have realized that my friend was doing just fine & didn't need me the rest of the race. I could have gracefully bowed out then. I would have been happy with a 5 or 6 mile run that day on a course that I love.
But I didn't stop, and soon after, I began to think I should have. I walked a lot. I stopped to stretch. I stopped for Tylenol.
side note: did you know they won't give you Advil during a race? Apparently, it's really bad for your kidneys to take an NSAID and then exercise. I so need to have a conversation with my sports med doc.
We stumbled (very nearly quite literally) across a woman who was also struggling. So I decided to finish with her. We walked when she needed to walk. I scolded her for checking her watch (seriously, at that point, who cares? Let's just get to the finish). The last half a mile was painful for her. It was painful for me too. My calf started cramping and I couldn't push off as hard as I wanted to. That finish was beautiful. It always is. That finish also sucked. Stopping and finally feeling all of the pain was the worst. Hearing that my friend felt like she could have ran a marathon made me want to scream. I felt like I had run a marathon.
I was glad that I had gotten my friend on the course. I was glad she had the confidence boost she needed for her half marathon this weekend. I was annoyed with myself. Irritated. So much that I didn't want the finisher medal. I didn't want the finisher t-shirt - they were never mine in the first place. The only reason there is a medal in my house now is a volunteer shoved one in my hand and I didn't have the energy to argue. Whatever.
I was a hot mess after the race. The only thing that saved me was the massage tent and a very great gal who was willing to work on my psoas and find that awful knot in my calf.
I could go on, but I probably sound like the candidates on the debates by now - simply repeating the same damn thing without offering any new information.
Here's something new: no one ever forgets their first race. The feeling of accomplishment at crossing that finish line, of doing something they never thought they were capable of doing. I remember that feeling so vividly, and after a year of crap races, I think a part of me desperately needed that feeling again. That's probably why I didn't drop out. That's probably why a lot of us don't drop when we are supposed to. That finish line is very nearly the best thing ever.
And perhaps that's why I've beaten myself up so much over this race. I didn't find what I was looking for. But my friend did, so I keep reminding myself of that. That is what matters, right?
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Weekly Workout Log
Um .... I have no idea what I did the past week. Usually I'll update this post every day and just save it in draft until Monday ... and now it's already Wednesday. Uff da.
Monday: I did something ... I just can't remember what. I really promise, I did do something! Now that I'm thinking about it ... maybe I at least got some random abs in??? Does that sound familiar???
Tuesday: BodyRocks Seriously Wild Core Workout.
***I don't remember a lot about it, but I'm sure it was wild. It had my new favorite ab move.
Wednesday: I started doing BodyRock's workout of the day, but then I quit. I realized I really don't like the workouts Sean does. So I did a ZWOW (another 12 minute HIIT workouts), which was pretty BA.
Thursday: My long-lost friend flew in from Philly. I was at her parents' place the entire night and skipped a workout, completely guilt free. "Family" is so much more important.
Friday: I drove to Minnesota. That is a workout in itself. I hadn't packed enough snacks and that last 45 minutes of the drive, my blood sugar was low enough that every other word was the f bomb. My dog was scared.
Saturday: I had every intention of getting an HIIT workout in. I even packed my shoes, my booty shorts, a sports bra and a tshirt just for working out. Then see what happened Sunday. I should've gone for the HIIT workout.
Sunday: A spur of the moment TC 10 Mile. I made a rash offer to run with a friend who wasn't going to run because of a slightly banged up knee, never thinking she would actually take me up on the offer. And because 1) I'm an idiot and 2) I'm a people pleaser and my friend was so excited to know that she was running again, I did it. I love that course, but I shouldn't have been out there. I'm lucky I've done so much BodyRock because otherwise I would have really screwed myself up. And then I also upset the person whose bib # I ran under which I still feel just terrible about. All in all, it was definitely in the top 5 most stupid things I've ever done.
Monday: I did something ... I just can't remember what. I really promise, I did do something! Now that I'm thinking about it ... maybe I at least got some random abs in??? Does that sound familiar???
Tuesday: BodyRocks Seriously Wild Core Workout.
***I don't remember a lot about it, but I'm sure it was wild. It had my new favorite ab move.
Wednesday: I started doing BodyRock's workout of the day, but then I quit. I realized I really don't like the workouts Sean does. So I did a ZWOW (another 12 minute HIIT workouts), which was pretty BA.
Thursday: My long-lost friend flew in from Philly. I was at her parents' place the entire night and skipped a workout, completely guilt free. "Family" is so much more important.
Friday: I drove to Minnesota. That is a workout in itself. I hadn't packed enough snacks and that last 45 minutes of the drive, my blood sugar was low enough that every other word was the f bomb. My dog was scared.
Saturday: I had every intention of getting an HIIT workout in. I even packed my shoes, my booty shorts, a sports bra and a tshirt just for working out. Then see what happened Sunday. I should've gone for the HIIT workout.
Sunday: A spur of the moment TC 10 Mile. I made a rash offer to run with a friend who wasn't going to run because of a slightly banged up knee, never thinking she would actually take me up on the offer. And because 1) I'm an idiot and 2) I'm a people pleaser and my friend was so excited to know that she was running again, I did it. I love that course, but I shouldn't have been out there. I'm lucky I've done so much BodyRock because otherwise I would have really screwed myself up. And then I also upset the person whose bib # I ran under which I still feel just terrible about. All in all, it was definitely in the top 5 most stupid things I've ever done.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Weekly Workout Log
This was an awful showing of a workout week for me. I keep forgetting to blog about the new diet, but I got lazy with my meals and my lack on energy when it came time to workout showed. I'm never doing that again. Being lazy about my meals, that is.
Monday: ugghhh ... I'm trying to remember what I did! BodyRockTV's BodyRockers Group Sweat. Apparently they asked people to send in videos and then they got to "lead" a workout with one of the BodyRock people. There was like 5 minutes of introductions that I could have gone without. Then I did randomabs.
****This was one of the toughest workouts I've done with them so far. I'm not quite sure why. I cheated a little on my diet & had potato chips and perhaps that's why I was feeling a little sluggish. I know it sounds silly, but I'm starting to really believe all the health freaks that say what you put into your body really matters.
Tuesday: huge project that HAD to get done took over my evening. The only time I wasn't in front of my computer from 5 until 10 was when I took Jeff to the dog park and when I was cooking. Sigh.
Wednesday: still working on the project and it was date night. Looking back, I'm a little irritated that I skipped a workout to go have dinner with the side-hugger.
Ok, ok, so he actually is a good guy. Clearly, we just have different ideas of what we want out of life ... or something like that. With what he does and how much he loves it (teacher & coach), I can't judge him harshly. Still ... a side hug?
Thursday: BodyRockTV's Sexy Girl on Fire workout. Personally, I think this was a fail on the name of the workout, but the workout itself was a butt-kicker. I love workouts by this host, Lisa. She's the outlandish one with the amazing abs and big fake boobs that really polarizes people. But I love her workouts and that's what matters. Besides, who am I to judge about big fake boobs? I've never had small boobs, so I don't know what I feels like to have "almost A's". I imagine it's about the same as having to wear a bra in 5th grade before anyone else and having people tease you for that. Thank goodness that doesn't last nearly as long as always having small boobs does.
And I think I also did random abs.
Friday: nothing. I was lazy.
Saturday: my run in the way awesome room was all I got in. I don't know what was up with me over the weekend, but I had no motivation.
Sunday: again, nothing. Blah. But this picture makes me feel better.
Monday: ugghhh ... I'm trying to remember what I did! BodyRockTV's BodyRockers Group Sweat. Apparently they asked people to send in videos and then they got to "lead" a workout with one of the BodyRock people. There was like 5 minutes of introductions that I could have gone without. Then I did randomabs.
****This was one of the toughest workouts I've done with them so far. I'm not quite sure why. I cheated a little on my diet & had potato chips and perhaps that's why I was feeling a little sluggish. I know it sounds silly, but I'm starting to really believe all the health freaks that say what you put into your body really matters.
Tuesday: huge project that HAD to get done took over my evening. The only time I wasn't in front of my computer from 5 until 10 was when I took Jeff to the dog park and when I was cooking. Sigh.
Wednesday: still working on the project and it was date night. Looking back, I'm a little irritated that I skipped a workout to go have dinner with the side-hugger.
Ok, ok, so he actually is a good guy. Clearly, we just have different ideas of what we want out of life ... or something like that. With what he does and how much he loves it (teacher & coach), I can't judge him harshly. Still ... a side hug?
Thursday: BodyRockTV's Sexy Girl on Fire workout. Personally, I think this was a fail on the name of the workout, but the workout itself was a butt-kicker. I love workouts by this host, Lisa. She's the outlandish one with the amazing abs and big fake boobs that really polarizes people. But I love her workouts and that's what matters. Besides, who am I to judge about big fake boobs? I've never had small boobs, so I don't know what I feels like to have "almost A's". I imagine it's about the same as having to wear a bra in 5th grade before anyone else and having people tease you for that. Thank goodness that doesn't last nearly as long as always having small boobs does.
And I think I also did random abs.
Friday: nothing. I was lazy.
Saturday: my run in the way awesome room was all I got in. I don't know what was up with me over the weekend, but I had no motivation.
Sunday: again, nothing. Blah. But this picture makes me feel better.
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