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Day 9: Not doing the list

Day 9Day 9: ———-

So today was supposed to be about 10 pet peeves, but I have to say that my heart is heavy given what happened yesterday in Boston. I sat at my desk working with Facebook open on one of my screens, watching as a running group I used to be a part of was calling off members as they crossed the finish line in Boston, liking the posts as they popped up. I said a little “YAY!” as I saw them start rolling in. And then I started to see the reports of an explosion, maybe two at the finish line. Confusion. My brain tried to understand, figure out what could have exploded, hoping that there were no people hurt. I will say in the rainbow and sunshine brain of mine, I imagined that the explosion was no where near people and it was some freak accident. And then I started to hear the reports of planted bombs and my heart broke. The news reports were constant. The numbers of dead and hurt rose quickly. Pictures popped up on the television and all over social media.

I think this hit me a little harder because this happened in my community, within my running family. Lace up your tennis shoes and go running anywhere and when you encounter another runner, you will be met with a raised hand, a nod of the head, a smile, some sort of “hey, I see you.” It’s just what you do. And you don’t have to be a runner to understand thisΒ camaraderie. It’s the same with boaters, bikers, Jeep owners, and more I am sure I am not even aware of. We may not know each other but we recognize we still have a relationship and it is one of the things that I love about being in the running community. We share the same heart.

So when I started to hear about the damage done by some evil person, my heart sank. As much as I wanted to understand what happened, I stayed away from the television and internet all together last night. Like I told my very crushed daughter this morning, there is no understanding evil. She too is part of this community. In less then 2 weeks, I will be running in the Music City Marathon and she will be volunteering at the finish line. She will be the one that will put my finisher’s medal around my neck. As we were looking towards that day, we were excited but that was still clouded by the pain we felt for those in Boston.

And so today, my mind and heart is with Boston. And when I run in two weeks, I run for not only my little Newton angel, I will also run for Boston. For an extended family whose beautiful, celebration filled day was stolen by evil.

~~Til the next time…


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I’m not playing with you anymore. :p

I’m not playing with Greg anymore! I think he is trying to kill me. Unless he’s reading this and then Greg you are AWESOME! My favorite person! Loves ya for real! Now stop reading…

Boot camp today was rough. When I first started, we had a schedule. Monday-arms, Tuesday-cardio, Wednesday-legs, Thursday-cardio, Friday-total body. If I missed a class during the week, I went Saturday, which seemed to be a free for all, depending on who led the class. At this point, I’ve taken at least one class from each coach so I kinda know what to expect when I walk in and see which coach is leading on a Saturday. Most are doable. Greg and Chris, the other extreme coach, even dialed back, hurt, though. The two of them together is about a mile away from hell.This past Saturday was the second time that I did boot camp with the both of them leading and I hurt that night…bad. My legs were shaking most of the night. Chris is Sam’s 11am coach. The class that I am going to take next Thursday. Eep! I asked the both of them about their method after class on Saturday when we were just hanging out and talking. I was trying to find out how bad it was going to be for me. Greg is less reps but a lot of weights. Chris is heavy on the reps and little weights.

Well, in the midst of the conversation, Greg didn’t like something I said and decided to turn the dial way up for the Monday workout. Too bad I slept in that day. πŸ™‚ My classmates, though, took the brunt of my punishment. I went to the 6pm class that day and did just fine other than my knee and hamstring hurting me. Tuesday’s cardio class was brutal. We did 100 yards of plate pushes with a total of 515 yards of sprints. Don’t know what plate pushes are? Google it. It’s not fun. Push 5 yards then run down the field and back, push 5 more yards and run, push 5 more yards and run, and so on. When I got back to the start, I pushed the plate over the line and immediately went down to the ground and just laid there. That was our first set of exercises and we weren’t even to the halfway point of the class.

Then came this morning. Greg has decided to do away with leg and arm days and make those total body as well. Which means total body pain. When I got there this morning, he told me that it was going to be bad. Greeeeeat! I kinda already knew though. I saw him last night when I went to go get my runner’s stick that Sam had left for me earlier that day and while we were talking I mentioned that I had blogged about him. I also told him everything was nice. Well, I should have reread my blogs before saying that because as he was reading it on his little Ipad, I hear him say “Justin Beiber, huh?” Uuuuuum, whoops. I quickly picked up my phone and start looking for posts where I said nice things about him and started reading off titles. It was too late. Dang it!! 😦

As of right now, I have my runner’s stick and I am massaging my legs because they hurt. Really, really bad. Even gently rolling the stick on my leg kills. Tomorrow is cardio which means even more pain. I hope the hours of using the stick will get me back to a somewhat decent level so that I don’t have to skip. Chris is leading the class on Saturday which means it will be far from easy and I will probably be unable to breathe afterwards. Not exactly how I want to spend my Saturday morning. From now on, I’m only saying nice things about Greg and I will cuss him in my head. What am I saying…I’m incapable of that. Oh, well. Bring on the pain, I guess. Maybe he won’t read this anymore. πŸ™‚ Here’s hoping…..

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Getting personal and why I do what I do….

Anyone that really knows me also knows that I am not quick with talk about my personal inner workings. I have a tendency to keep it close and work things out by myself. Great, happy things that are going on, I feel free to talk about, but let it be something hard, a struggle I am facing and I am locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I am never surprised at the shocked faces when friends slowly find out things that have happened months prior. And it usually happens with a “oh and this thing happened. Blah. Blah. Blah” followed by a quick “hold the heck on” from my friends. I am currently working to change that.

Last night, in the course of a conversation, I did the same thing to yet another person. As we were talking, I said something about being a cancer survivor. Shock crossed his face. “What?!?” My response? “I thought I told you.” And then I went on to tell him my story, answering any questions he had along the way.

I also told him that I had a cancer scare last year. During that scare, on the outside, I was very much “it’s nothing”. On the inside, I was scared as hell. My cousin died of breast cancer at a very young age. Every scare I have had along my journey was magnified when my doctors were told about this fact. The most common response was “that is way too young”. The way they treated me and my illness was always with that in mind and I am grateful. Any occurrence was usually found early and dealt with little invasion to my body or my life. While I was irritated about having to possess specialists and see them far more frequently than I cared (and I’m sure far more frequently than my insurance company cared for), it was always the reason things were discovered and dealt with so early.

Now of course I had some meltdowns along the way last year, but for the most part I kept a positive or at least a “positive” attitude. In October, one week after my 33rd birthday, I had surgery to take out the mass that was in question. The surgery was walk-in (love the advances of medicine!) and when the tests were completed, the results came back benign. After 7 months, I could finally breathe easy again.

5 months later, all I have left from that is a little scar that will fade over time but is a constant reminder of just how fragile life really is. I see the scar everyday and it has really affected my way of thinking. In January, I decided that I was going to join Team Rio and finally run the half marathon that I have been dying to run for almost 8 years now. In February, in an effort to aid my marathon training and my well-being all together, I joined D1 for a year to do boot camp 5 days a week. I’ve committed to a golf scramble in March. I am going to go skydiving this summer with a friend of mine (yes, I am jumping out of a perfectly functioning plane). I am doing the Warrior Dash with her in September, as well. I tell my friends that I love them when I get off the phone with them or when we part ways because I don’t want them to wonder how I feel about them for a second. I am meeting new people and forming new relationship because I refuse to let fear get in my way anymore. Wow! I am starting to feel like a Tim McGraw song!! πŸ™‚

Ultimately, I’ve decided that I am going to try to live like I have a million tomorrows and at the same time, live like today is my last. I want to make every second count because really I’m not guaranteed my next. And if I live to be 100, I don’t want to look back wishing I had done something that I let slip by, regretting time not spent with people I enjoyed, not loving people fully because fear and pride got in the way. I want to look back and know I lived to the fullest of my ability.

So call me crazy because of the things I’ve gotten myself involved with. Look at my schedule and wonder what the heck I am thinking. But I will tell you one thing, I am loving my life right now. I can’t tell you the last time I have felt this content and at peace. I may be busy and on the go, but I am not living in “oh, I wish I had” moments anymore. I am working on opening myself up to whatever the world is going to bring me and taking on life’s lessons along the way. This is really why I do what I do.

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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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Boot Camp (cont.)

So I did boot camp on Saturday morning after running 5 miles. Whoa!! I am on the 3rd day of recovering from that and can now walk up stairs without pain, but am still struggling with getting back down those same stairs. Makes things a little complicated. πŸ™‚ And honestly, humorous. Ask any of my friends that have seen me in these last 3 days. They would probably agree with that last statement.

Well, I’ve decided that I am going to go to another boot camp class tomorrow…at 5am. Uh huh. 5 am! Unfortunately, that is the only weekday class that fits into my schedule. That puts my waking up time at 4:15a, 4:20a at the latest. To say that I may be tired tomorrow afternoon would be putting it lightly. I told a friend of mine that I will probably be stricken with blindness due to the fatigue. -.- I am going to get my 3 miles in tonight though before the pain begins again tomorrow. Still training for the marathon and that comes first, but I am excited to see what this boot camp will do to my endurance and time as I go along. Especially when the pain ceases…okay, lessens. 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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Day 16

So, I feel like I have redeemed myself from the horribleness that was Saturday. I had full intentions of running last night during half time, but instead I fell asleep on my couch and missed my run and the entire last three quarters of the game. I was exhausted. I really needed the sleep anyways. Saturday was, well, you saw. And Friday, I skipped thinking that it was going to be my only day of rest. Wrong!

That brings us to tonight. I really wasn’t feeling well. I left work early because I thought I was going to be sick. The bus ride to my car was about the most miserable experience I’ve had in a while. Yes, even worse than Saturday. I just knew that I was going to throw up on the poor kid that had the misfortune of sitting next to me. πŸ™‚ I got home and saw my workout clothes still folded from last night on the end of my couch and decided that I would at least give it a try. Better than letting another day pass without running. So, I got dressed and drove to my gym and started my run. About half a mile in, I started to get a little bit of energy, which was shocking given how I’ve felt all day. I passed the one mile mark and was feeling proud of myself. I even did that mile while texting. πŸ˜‰ I decided that I was going to keep going to the two mile mark and see how I felt. Two miles would be great, especially since I wasn’t feeling well. Two miles came and still feeling good so I kept going. At the end of my run, I did four miles. The four miles I would’ve done on Saturday if I hadn’t stayed out so late with my friends.

I am so glad that I decided to run. I actually feel tons better. It makes me wonder if it was from going from running everyday to skipping three days. Who knows. I guess I’ll find out when I wake up tomorrow. But here’s hoping!! Right now, I’ll ride this redemption high and enjoy a little Dexter as a reward. πŸ™‚

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Day 11 – Rhythm

I seem to be getting into the rhythm of running, which is a happy, happy thing. Right now, my schedule is long runs on Saturdays with my running group and treadmill work on the rest of the days. Since I am pretty much playing catch up with the rest of my group, on my “rest” days, I only run half as far as on my run days and at a slower pace. Trying to build up the endurance that when I started out, I obviously didn’t possess. I take one day to actually rest and do nothing but stretch and my body has finally decided to stop punishing me for what I guess it perceived as an act of hatred towards it. πŸ™‚

Last night was a run night and according to my schedule, I needed to run 2 miles. For whatever reason, when I am on the treadmill, I can’t seem to run as far as I can when I am outside. Maybe it’s the monotony of the treadmill. Running in place while staring out at the pool that I can’t use since it is too cold.

Last night, I decided to turn on the television, sound muted, and run with my music on (still working the rap :)). Before I knew it, I had run the two miles and was working on my cool down. YESSSSS!! I am so glad that I am seeing progress so early on. I think that I could have gotten discouraged and quit if I didn’t have such great results so far. Loving the little running angel I must have on my shoulder. Now starting to think that I can do the 13.1. Maybe one day, I’ll try the 26.2. Yeah, nooooooooo…. πŸ˜‰

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Day 4-Day late :)

First off, I didn’t run yesterday. I took the day off and I am happy that I did. My muscles aren’t sore today and I feel a little more like myself. I am going to run tonight and will probably be back to hobbling and limping, moaning and groaning tomorrow, but I will worry about it then. πŸ™‚

One interesting thing that did happen yesterday was that I noticed that I am starving most of the day now. I ate 5 meals yesterday and I probably could’ve eaten a 6th but I refrained. I thought it a little ridiculous to go from eating 2 meals a day to 6. I knew that my metabolism would rise but I didn’t realize that it would triplicate! And I’m not talking the healthy 5 small meals a day kinda hungry. I’m talking about 5 FULL meals. I’m hoping that it will regulate soon and my body will figure out that I am not trying to starve it. I can’t imagine what my food bill will look like if this is going to be how it goes!

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