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loss & blog title change (more getting personal)…

These last couple of weeks have just happened to be filled with loss on very different levels, but loss none the less. One thing about me is that I thrive on consistency. I love the harmony of my very busy life. One wrong note though and it will throw me off completely. It can be something as little as missing boot camp (like this morning) and it throws my day off.

Well, about two weeks ago, a friendship ended, a week ago I found out that I can not run in the marathon and a few days later I learned that a sweet girl from work passed away. Last night, I received more news that has me worried. Hard. Very hard. To be honest, it felt like blows to the chest. It seemed that when I got my feet back underneath me, something else came around the corner. I spent the better part of two weeks spaced out, more to keep from getting emotional. Happy, I could do but to think of any of the above mentioned incidences left me of the verge of tears, if not actually crying, so I tried to not think about it. I did find moments to grieve each thing when I was alone but unfortunately for my sweet daughter, Kyle, sometimes a song on the radio would trigger the tears to fall. Thankfully I’m blessed and she would give me a hug and an “I love you” as a reminder.

With the loss of my chance to run the marathon, I had thought about ending this little blog, but I looked at it and realized that what started out as a blog about my marathon training has turned into something else. I’ve also found that I like recording little moments on this blog. The last blog I had, I downloaded and turned into a book to keep as kind of a memory book of last year. And even though I am not going to be able to run the marathon, there are still other things that I will be doing that provide enough fodder for this blog. Boot camp alone provides enough stories to share. And then there are moments like this where I choose to open up a little. I take it as more practice on my decision in my “Getting Personal” post of not keeping everything to myself. πŸ™‚ So now you know why My 1st Marathon has turned into Pieces of Randomness.

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What’s your favorite color?

I am the proud mother of girls. At the same time, I am convinced that I should have been the proud mother of boys. Why? Because as a woman, I think I have more testosterone than the average woman. I don’t like shopping. I love football, both college (Hook’em Horns!) and professional (Who Dat!). I am a little (teeny, tiny) bit competitive. Even my Words with Friends games can get a little bit stressful. I talk way too much smack, especially since I probably can’t back up most of what I’m saying. I can hang out with the boys and talk s**t and not feel the least bit out of place. I’ve had some say that they forget I’m a girl. Don’t know if that’s good or bad. πŸ™‚ I don’t do drama and I’m more of a pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on kinda girl. But still a girl and a mother to girls.

So yesterday, I was telling a friend of mine about an encounter with one of my daughters. She was distraught over a lost relationship with a boy that she honestly barely knew. I was puzzled but tried to be supportive. I asked her why she was so upset. Her answer??


Tears were streaming down her face. This was a boy that she knew for less than a month. Love?!?!? Okay. Me being the type of mother that I am, I asked the following question. Remember, I think that I am being supportive. And at the same time, I am wanting to impart a life lesson. Uh huh…this is going to go well.

ME: “Well, sweetie. What was this boy’s favorite color?”

HER: “What?”

ME: “What was his favorite color?”

HER: “I don’t know” (hands thrown in the air, eyes rolling)

ME: “Well, if you didn’t know something as basic as what his favorite color was, I just don’t think it was love.”

Supportive, huh??? I went on to tell her that loving someone was a special, precious thing that developed over time as two people learned more and more about each other and it was not like someone saying they loved spicy Cheetos. Can you feel the gentleness with which I was handling the situation? Yeeeeeeeah….

Well, I was telling my friend, Kris, about this conversation as we were walking to Starbucks yesterday to which she told me that her husband didn’t have a favorite color. I looked at her puzzled and thought, the man has NO preference towards color. As a painter, this thought baffled me. She must have picked up on that because she told me to text her husband to confirm this. I shot off the text and waited. My phone buzzed to alert me that I had received a text.


I turned my phone towards my friend and told her that she was in trouble. Her instant and very passionate reply was “He’s lying!” She told me that the only reason he told me a color was because he felt like he should. So then I sent off another text asking if that was actually his favorite color or if he felt the need to tell me a color because I asked. He told me that his colors were blue and black, in his words “the colors of pain”. HA!! You will have to read the rest on my friends blog here. It’s funny! In a nutshell, they have been together for 23 years and for the whole time, not only did she not know what his favorite color was, she wasn’t even aware that he had one. The best part of the whole ordeal was when she had me test his knowledge of her favorite color and without hesitation he named it off….red. She was so busted!! And slightly perturbed. I on the other hand found it hysterical! She tried to blow it off as being a natural phenomenon, but every friend we passed in the halls on our way back knew the answer to that question. I also had to poke fun at her expense and remind her that the guy that I had just started dating not only got me flowers, but got me flowers in burnt orange, the color of my favorite team…cuz he was paying attention. She was not happy with that little bit of information. πŸ˜‰

Now by no means am I saying that if you don’t know what your significant other’s favorite color is, you must not be in love. What I am saying is that if you don’t know the basics of what is important to the other person, I find it hard to believe that you love them. How do you know you love them when you don’t even know them?

Last thing…I know Kris and her husband and I KNOW those two love each other. I have pictures that I took of them without them knowing and you can see it all over their faces while they were talking to one another. She may not have known his favorite color, but she knows what is important to him. What makes him happy. And that’s what matters. It was just funny to rehash her reaction to the whole thing! In a public setting. If you haven’t, read her blog posting. It’s priceless!!

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I’m a pain junkie???

Last week was a such a crazy week! I’m convinced that there was a week long full moon. Monday morning I went to boot camp like normal, but unfortunately I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep that night. When my alarm rang at 4:15a, I seriously considered changing it for 2 hours later and skipping boot camp, but I always feel guilty when I do and I actually don’t feel well, so I dragged myself out of bed and went to boot camp. Instead of sitting on the floor and stretching like I normally do, I just sat on the floor, waiting for the class to start. I struggled through the class but as it progressed I started to wake up. Thank God for endorphins!! The day was a just a blur of crazy. At about 6p, I had had enough. I called my friend, Kris, and blah, blah, blah’d at supersonic speed to which she replied, “Come have a drink”. Umm, OKAY! I drove out to her house and we gathered up her husband and went to my favorite bar and talked and laughed the stress of the day away.

Tuesday morning came bright and early and when my alarm rang at 4:15a, I reset it for 6a and went back to sleep. I didn’t feel guilty that day since I already knew that I would be hitting the Saturday boot camp class with my friend, Lauren, and was going to skip a weekday class anyways. The rest of the week progressed at breakneck speed and before I knew it, Friday had come. Lauren came by my desk during the day and we made plans about the next morning’s class and grabbing lunch afterward. She then asked me if a friend of ours, Kris, would be joining us. I told her no. A slow, devious smile crossed her face and she walked around the corner to Kris’ desk. When she came back to my desk to gather her stuff, she told me that she had asked Kris to join us. Now, I have teased Kris here and there about joining me for a boot camp class, if for nothing else, to understand why there are days that I come in limping and cringing. She had, up to that point, very gracefully told me “Uh, no!” What started out as a serious request, had slowly turned into jokes just to see her reaction as time had passed. Insert Lauren. She was one of my friends that had joined me at boot camp the week before. She was also one of the friends that told me that it hurt to breathe when I saw her on the Tuesday after.That night, I posted on Facebook that a couple of my friends were joining me at boot camp the next morning and linked them all. The comments that followed were priceless! Finally, Lauren broke Kris down with the best guilt trip I had read in ages and Kris relented. It probably didn’t help that her husband joined in egging her on. πŸ™‚

Saturday morning, I woke up and did my long run (6 miles!!) and started texting Kris to talk about where we were going to meet and I also sent her one text that included an out. I told her that if she really didn’t want to go to boot camp, she didn’t have to and I wouldn’t give her any grief for skipping. She replied back that she would be there and would meet me at D1. Alrighty. Game on!!!

I met Lauren and Kris at D1 and we gathered on the field, waiting for class to start. Kris said something about possibly looking foolish to which one of my weekday classmates replied that we were all about to be in so much pain that the only thing anyone would be focused on would be themselves as they either “prayed or cursed”. I couldn’t have said it any better. Class started and the hour passed us by. For me and my other weekday classmates, the class was an easy one (I found out this week that I am not in boot camp, but in boot camp extreme! Blog about this to follow. :)). For my two friends, they were in different levels of agony. When we were finished, there was a little soreness but all seemed fine as we headed off to lunch. As the day progressed, my mind kept going to Kris and I was worried about her level of pain but I resisted the urge to call her.

On Sunday, I called her about mid-day to check on her. She was very, very sore. The bad thing is that day one hurts, but day two kills! The pain she was feeling on Sunday was nothing compared to what she was going to feel on Monday. She is a fellow blogger and decided to blog about her first experience with boot camp and the fall out. You can check it out here.When I came into work this morning, she told me that she had written this so I opened it to get her perspective.

It was very funny. And sweet. Well until you get to the part where she calls me a pain junkie. πŸ˜‰ Here’s the first paragraph…

“So I have this fabulous friend that is not only awesome, she looks awesome! What’s her secret? Oh I’m sure she has many, but one of them is that she is training for a marathon and attends exercise boot camp five days a week. Not that I think she needs it. When she started going to boot camp, I had the joys of watching her struggle just to move while β€œow” and β€œoh” became a part of every tiny move she made. It was especially comical when she came to my house (which has lots of stairs) and she had to go up and down the stairs. She has been attending boot camp for about one month now, and has finally gotten used to it to where she is able to get through most weeks with little pain. But, I still think she is a pain junkie.”

The funniest part, though, is watching her very slowly hobble her way around the office. She experienced me when I had started boot camp and my difficulty in getting around and now completely understands. Her laughter at me has now been replaced with my laughter at her. I feel bad for her, but like I told my fellow boot camper, “S”, it is so funny when it is happening to someone other than me. πŸ˜‰ I’m glad she came out with Lauren and I. We had a lot of fun on Saturday. And despite her pain, we are still friends, which is a good thing since I really like her. I guess if you had to ask her, the lesson would be 1) I’m a pain junkie and 2) being my friend hurts. But her very, very smart husband says that “I’m a good influence” and I’m choosing to believe him over her. πŸ˜‰ So, who’s up for a little boot camp????

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Marathoning and Boot Camping

First off I want to ask “Where did January and February go??” I can’t believe that next Tuesday it will be March already. It feels like I was just celebrating Christmas. I guess it is true…time flies when you are having fun! Which brings me to my marathoning and boot camping. I know that is not what it is called but for whatever reason, it just sounds like more fun. πŸ™‚ Now don’t get me wrong, I am loving every second of it but today…right now, I am in PAIN! As I was riding into work this morning on the very bumpy bus, I thought about how I was not going to be able to walk around today and how all of my co-workers would laugh at me. They think I’m crazy for doing boot camp, especially while training for the 1/2 marathon. Actually, all but two of my friends think I am crazy. I told “S”, one of the two that doesn’t think I’m crazy, earlier this week that he was the only one that understood me when it came to this, but then again, he was the one that told me about the boot camp. And he also goes to boot camp as much as I do. I think secretly he’s a recruiter for D1 and is refusing to tell me. Ha!! BUT, I love it. I don’t think I have ever been involved in something that I am this excited about. So let’s see if I can explain any of it in a somewhat sane way. πŸ™‚

First off, here is my schedule for the week:

  • Monday-AM: Boot Camp-Upper BodyΒ Β Β Β  PM: Marathon miles
  • Tuesday-AM: Boot Camp-Cardio
  • Wednesday-AM: Boot Camp-Lower BodyΒ Β Β Β  PM: Marathon miles
  • Thursday-AM:Boot Camp-Cardio
  • Friday-AM: Boot Camp-Total Body (Obstacle Course!!! :))
  • Saturday: AM: Long Run (Marathon)
  • Sunday: REST

Uh huh! And somewhere in between, I work a full-time job, I am a full-time student, full-time mom and have a social life. Ah, crap….now I’m tired. πŸ™‚ I know what you’re thinking, “This girl is crazy!” But now let me explain just why I love what I am doing.

I started training for the 1/2 marathon in January. At first it was painful and I didn’t know anyone in the running group that I had joined. Now, I am just over 2 months away from the marathon and am slowly getting to know the people in my group. This last Saturday after the long run, a group of us were sitting around talking and we discovered that we are all Longhorns fans (Hook ’em!). Well, all but one of us, and I told her I’d pray for her eventual salvation. πŸ™‚ 5 new friends! It is also so nice that as I am pushing through these long runs (up to 7 miles after last Saturday), I am running with a great and supportive group. It seems that just when it is getting rough for me, around the corner comes someone from my group to give me a smile, a wave, a “You’re doing great!”, a “You’re almost there!”, and when I get to the end, there are people there, all breathing heavy from the run with a ready word of encouragement and I do the same for all of them. I have a supportive community in my running group, which makes it all the more easy to get up on Saturday and head to our location and get it done. I love it!

Now boot camp. Phew! I think this is the one that seems to get everyone. This came about because I seemed to get to a point in my marathon training where I hit a wall. I was not just struggling to get past a certain mileage, I couldn’t do it at all. My body would begin to betray me and I would have to stop. One of the running coaches in my group is a boot camp instructor and I mentioned to my fellow boot camp crazy,”S”, that I was going to look into starting boot camp to see if I could trick my body back into adding mileage. That is when he suggested that I try out the boot camp that he does at D1. Sure thing! I want to say up front that I did not go into this blindly. I remembered all our conversations when he started back after a long break. Every text about boot camp was one of pain. I knew this was not going to be easy, but I was willing to give it a try. As evidenced in my previous boot camp posts, it hurt and it hurt BAD. After my first day, I had difficulty walking for 3 days. 3DAYS!!! But I went back. I tried out the 5am class that I would do if I decided to join and LOVED it! My fellow boot campers are die hards so I push myself harder than I think I would do on my own. My coach is hysterical and trust me, it makes it easier to get through the class when you can laugh. My classmates are pretty awesome people. We have fun every morning, despite the pain. There are conversations going the whole hour. Social ones, ones about our pain, encouraging words…it’s pretty fantastic. The best part of this boot camp is that the words spoken by the staff are all encouraging. There is never a negative response to what you are doing. I hear “you can do it”, “push harder”, “just a couple more”, etc and it helps me to go a little farther than I want to. When I was injured, they modified the exercises so that I could still participate and never made me feel bad for a second. I literally roll out of bed at 4:15am every weekday (because it hurts too much to get up like a normal person :)), and get ready for boot camp with a smile on my face knowing that I am about to start my day with these people to work hard and play hard at what is right now one of my favorite places to be.

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Days 35-38: Injuries and a Massage

I don’t know precisely how I did it, but I did something to my quad. Thinking it was just a sore muscle, I ran and did boot camp like I normally did. By the time Saturday rolled around, I knew without a doubt that I had injured that muscle but I wasn’t sure of the extent. Even worse, I was feeling something going on with my IT band. When I got to my long run, I went to my coach and told her what was going on and we talked about what I needed to do. One of them was to go get a professional massage. Another was to walk my 6 miles that morning. That was not a happy place for me. That also left me with a lot of time to think about the injury and I started to get worried that I might not be able to run the halfΒ  marathon. When I got done with the long run (walk), I hopped in my car and headed to boot camp knowing that they may not let me workout, but I was going to go in and see if they would modify the workout for me. During the drive down, I called and scheduled my massage. The only thing they had that day was a 30 minute. I took it.

When I got to boot camp, I went to the coach that was going to be leading our class and explained that I was hurt and was going to get a massage later to see if that was going to help. I also asked if I could still workout with a modified workout. He was awesome! He said yes and as the class progressed, whenever I got to an exercise that I couldn’t do, he substituted it with something I could do. I got done with the hour and left to run errands until my massage.

4pm rolled around and at that point I limped through the door for my massage. The girl that did my massage was great. We talked about what was going on and decided together that she was going to dedicate the whole 20 minutes on my quad and IT. When she started, she quickly decided that the whole of my problem was my quad and that was irritating my IT. Phew! She also said that she was convinced that she could work out most of the pain in that muscle. She started out gentle which still hurt but when she started going after that muscle, I wanted to cry. The pain was ridiculous, but I went to my happy place and pushed through the pain. When she was done, 75% of that muscle was back to normal. That girl was awesome. I would have hugged her but she didn’t look the type. πŸ™‚

On Sunday, I did absolutely nothing. On Monday, I went to my 5am boot camp, again with a modified exercise program. Luckily, it was upper body so there wasn’t too much that needed to be changed. This morning, I again showed up to boot camp. Today is circuit training day. I did what I could as I am now starting to feel a little more normal with little substitutions here and there, which gives me hope. I am hoping that by Saturday’s long run (7 miles!!!), I will be able to run it instead of walking it again. Here’s hoping… πŸ™‚ If nothing else, that may just mean another massage on Saturday.

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Days 31 & 32

Day 31: I took to the treadmill, still very sore, and was determined to run my miles. I had 3 miles for that night and thought that it was not going to happen. I had been telling friends of mine that I was sore from the eyebrows down from boot camp on Saturday. I was still feeling it on Tuesday, but I went to run anyways. It started out as usual. A little tight, a little sore but about a mile in, I guess the endorphins kicked in and the pain lessened to the point that I no longer noticed it. I completed my 3 miles and then did a quarter mile to cool down. I took extra time to stretch completely before heading to my car to go home.Training miles down!!

Day 32: My alarm went off at 4:15am and I rolled out of bed with much hesitation. It was waaaaaay too early to be awake! I had boot camp at 5am and it was going to take me about 30 minutes to make it down to D1, even in the early morning hour. I quickly got dressed, grabbed a yogurt and bottle of juice and headed out the door.Β  I made it to D1 a little early and the lights were still out in the building and there were other people still sitting in their cars waiting so I did the same. A little after 5am, the lights came on inside the building and about 8 of us got out of our cars and headed in. Still sore from the weekend, boot camp was really rough. To make matters worse, during one of the exercise drills, I tweaked my IT band in my right thigh and had to pull way back during the rest of the hour. But I finished!! Sore and with my right thigh hurting, I headed off to work. Later that day a nurse friend of mine who had previously trained and ran a marathon came in and I told her my issue. She very quickly told me what stretches I needed to do as it sounded like I locked that muscle up instead of hurting it like I had originally thought. I was so happy to hear that! I did not want to be out of commission for any length of time, or worse be unable to run the marathon due to an injury. That night, I did the stretches and during the second stretch I felt my muscle immediately relax. Oh sweet relief!

Tomorrow, I have a 6 mile long run, in the cold and snow, and then I have boot camp immediately after. Yes it sounds crazy but I am excited about both and can’t wait for my alarm to ring in the morning to start my day. πŸ™‚

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Day 28-Boot Camp

I’m back!! Yesterday morning, we had a 5 mile long run. I was still unsure if I was going to be able to run the 5 miles and was actually a little concerned that something might be going on preventing me from running at all. About halfway to our meeting point, it started to snow. It was already cold but the snow was a little much. I woke up that morning thinking that if it were snowing or raining, I wasn’t going to the group run and would instead run on my treadmill. When I walked out on my deck to check the weather, it was not only not snowing or raining, the sun was actually shining. I guess I just really needed to be at the run, so the snow held off until I was well on my way. By the time I got to our meeting place, the snow had stopped and I was grateful. We got our instructions and headed out for the run. The first quarter mile was a little rough but then the pain stopped. I was starting to feel good as I was running, even with the hilly course. I slowed to a fast walk once to drink some water, but other than that I ran the entire 5 miles. The satisfaction I was feeling was awesome.

After my run, I drove home quickly to change into shorts and headed out to a boot camp that I registered for. They were having a couple of free weekends and a friend of mine does the boot camp there 5 days a week and said it was awesome and that I would love it. Got there just in time for registration and got to watch the boot camp class in front of mine complete their last 15 minutes. Holy cow!! I started to get a little scared. When it was time to start, we gathered on the astroturf (the boot camp takes place on an indoor football field) and the instructor started to talk about what we were going to do. The best part was her opening line.

“If you need to throw up, which is perfectly normal, please try to get to the concrete or trash cans. We prefer if you choose the trash cans but either one is fine as long as you don’t throw up on the astroturf.”

Uummm, what?!?!?!?! What was I going to be doing that would make throwing up a normal part of the class? I soon found out. 3 jogs around the field started the class. Easy. I just did 5 miles. πŸ™‚ Then it began. The next hour was a blur of fast movement and burning body parts. It was very fast paced and I felt like I was completely out of shape. The only thing that I didn’t struggle in was the 3 laps around the field at the beginning of the class. When the class was over, which by the way, ended up being over an hour because we went over our time, I had a conversation with one of the staff with my head on the counter the entire time. I’m sure I’m not the first one to do that but at the moment I really didn’t care. It hurt to even lift my head. As I was talking with my head down on the counter, I was texting my friend. First text to him? “OW!” What I found out in the course of my conversation with the staff person was that my friend not only does the boot camp 5 times a week, he does the boot camp extreme. Insane! I remember his descriptions of his pain when he first started back at boot camp and would kinda find it funny. He once told me that he was afraid to bend over because he was sure he wasn’t going to be able to get back up. I now understand completely!! Yesterday, as the day went on, I progressively got more and more sore. By the time I woke up this morning, I was wishing for death. I rolled out of bed with a groan. I was sure my legs were going to give out on me and I was going to drop to the ground with no ability to help myself. I managed to make it downstairs to my friend who was already up. With every stair, I let out a involuntary groan. My friend just laughed. It wasn’t funny but at least she had coffee. By the time I left my friend’s house and got back home, my muscles were starting to loosen back up but I was still in crazy pain. I took a hot bath which seemed to help for a little bit and then made the decision that I was going to go play tennis. I needed to move or my muscles were going to lock up on me and it was going to get worse. It started out painful, but the longer I went the better I felt. By the end, I was only partially sore which was a vast improvement to the death I was wishing for this morning. Tomorrow I have 3 miles to run for my training. I’m hoping that I can do it but I am going to at least try.

Next Saturday I have a 6 mile long run at 8:30am. After that I will get in my car and head back to D1 to do boot camp again. Yes, I know that sounds crazy, but as painful as it was, I can’t even begin to explain just how much fun I had during the class. The exercise is insane, the pace is fast, the music is loud, and the whole time I am loving every second of it. I’m glad my friend told me about boot camp and encouraged me to go. He was right. I love it! I am now a boot camp junkie. πŸ™‚

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I’ve said before that my running group is the postal service of running teams. “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these runners from the swift completion of their long run miles.” Okay, so maybe it is not that extreme but we’ve already run in the snow and very, very cold. That was already bad enough.

Well this morning, I get on Facebook and see that my friends in Dallas are getting snow….again! With all the days of snow that we have already received, I panicked and brought up the weather for the next week. Phew!Β  No major snowfall for the Nashville area! Happy!!! And then I see this….





ACK! REEEEEALLY?!?!?! Cough. Cough. I think I am starting to feel ill. How in the world can I run 5 miles in Rain/Snow Showers? That just sounds miserable to me. And how do you stay warm in that?

As miserable as that sounds, I am going to go to the group run, I will finish what I start, but I have to say that I just don’t think I will be too happy about it. Gah!

3 miles tonight!! Inside. πŸ™‚

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Day 21

I do not like hills! There I said it. I realize I live in Tennessee, which is a very hilly state, and I love it. The photography opportunities are incredible. But I am training for a 1/2 marathon, not going on a photo shoot, so today I’ve decided that at least temporarily, hills and I are not friends. This morning we had another long run, 4 miles for beginners like me. πŸ™‚ I was at least mentally ready to take it on. I am still not feeling completely like myself but decided to take it easy and run what I could and not beat myself up for what I walked. I didn’t even turn on my running program because I knew that I would push myself a lot harder than I needed to if I could see my stats.

So we are all standing outside Martin’s BBQ in Nolensville (which by the way is not nice to make us smell that yummy bbq and have us run away from it) getting our route information when one of the running coaches mentioned that this route would be a little hilly but at least on the way back it would be downhill. I can do a little hilly, I thought. We started off and then we made our first turn and saw what a little hilly was. It was a pretty good incline. To the point that I couldn’t see what was over the rise. Alrighty then. Jogged my way up that hill, calves screaming the whole way. Yay! I made it over the hill! Next turn, another hill, steeper than the one that I just barely made it up. I began to think that maybe, just maybe, my coach might have told us a little fib. With every turn there was another incline and descent. Oh, yes. I would be running up hills to get back to where I started. Oh, Lordy! I made it the first mile and had to walk/run the rest of the three. Happily, I only walked the hills and even then I ran half the hill and huffed the rest of the way up and started running again. When I got to the back to our starting point, I looked at my phone and saw that I ran the four miles in about 45 minutes so that wasn’t so bad. For feeling bad, I figure averaging under 15 minutes per mile is good. I’ll take it!! πŸ™‚ I’m hoping that I am feeling normal by our next run and it won’t be so hard. I do know that I am going to research a runner’s diet. Mine is terrible and I’m sure is not helping me in the least. πŸ™‚ Changes….love them.

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Days 17, 18 & 19

After my bad decisions from this past weekend, I’ve decided to be not only good this week in my training, but very good. We also have a 4 mile long run again this Saturday (Lord, I hope it’s warmer this time!) and I do not want to struggle again like I did last week so I’ve gone to the gym and ran everyday. Monday rocked with my 4 mile run. I felt great after what I am calling my run of redemption. πŸ™‚ Tuesday I went and could only manage 1 mile before falling apart. Wednesday was the same. Last night I’d decided I was doing the 3 miles even if I walked the whole thing. I just couldn’t understand what was going on. A little fear was creeping in too. Saturday was quickly approaching and I was struggling with just a quarter of what I was to run then.

I got to the gym, ready to rock it out. Set the TV to what I wanted to watch, muted the sound and started my running mix (still working the rap :)). I warmed up slowly to make sure that I didn’t overdo it in the beginning and started my run. Within the first quarter mile, my body was starting to betray me. CRAP! I pushed through the first mile, walked the next quarter mile, ran the rest of the second mile and walked the last mile, pretty much hunched over the control panel of the treadmill. I have to say, I’m a little freaked that tomorrow may be a disaster but I’m going. I’m hoping that my running coach will have some idea as to why I’m dying all of the sudden. Praying it’s a fluke and tomorrow will be great. Here’s hoping…

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