Made it to the gym tonight wherein I got in an hour and a half of cardio on two different machines I’ve never tried before…then I went to the store and picked up some healthy options for future meals… I forgot how much I love being proud of what I am buying at the store…I was literally standing in line thinking “why yes, these healthy choices you see before you are mine!” … I’m a nerd…but a nerd that made good choices and followed through on making it to the gym!! WOOHOO!
You are powerful when you believe in yourself – when you know that you are capable of anything you put your mind to. You are beautiful when your strength and determination shines as you follow your own path – when you are not disheveled by the obstacles along the way. You are unstoppable when you let your mistakes educate you, as your confidence builds from experiences – when you know you can fall down, pick yourself up, and move forward.
Well, my two previous proclamations and plans to get back on track, have just not worked out. I’ve finally come to terms with/admitted to myself that I am not currently in the necessary mental space to do it all on my own right now… I need more accountability…so next week I’m going to give Weight Watchers a try again…it’s been ages since the last time I tried it. The best part is that it’s a meeting at A Snail’s Pace which means I’ll get to see some of my fellow snails from marathon training. The training, and people I trained with, were my favorite part of the marathon. I miss them! This seems like the perfect storm. I’m even contemplating signing up for another running program, just so I have an excuse to make some new friends!
Very excited about a new potential path to get back on track.
Life has changed immensely for me in the past several weeks. My seven year relationship came to an end. I saw it coming, but it didn’t stop me from hoping that it could be miraculously saved. However, now that I’ve been able to digest it for a few weeks, I feel like I’m coming out of an underground bunker and breathing fresh air again for the first time in a very long time. The moments of sadness and loss come and go but overwhelmingly I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. There is no more wondering or living in limbo, that chapter is done.
I’ve been working really hard on being constructive with my thoughts and reflections on what happened. The best part is having so much time to focus on myself. Now that I’m doing that, it’s time to face the reality of where my recent stress has ended up…back on my body. Luckily for me, I have the power to make this a temporary issue. Just need some hard work and commitment to doing what’s in my best interest.
I’m setting a goal to do 30 minutes of exercise for 30 days starting tomorrow…hopefully, this will be the spark I need to start this ball rolling. :) Fingers crossed.
After WAY longer than I’d hoped, I finally mustered enough motivation to make some actual changes to my food choices. Previously, I’ve had the most success following the You on a Diet food plan from Dr. Oz’s book. So I’m going back to what I know I can live my life doing. I’m going to make the transition as simple as possible by following the initial 14 day food plan. It’s so much simpler when I can transition with direction. Today is day 1 and so far my food planning over the weekend is working out. I have all my meals and snacks set for my work hours and plan on cooking the suggested dinner for tonight.
I’m also hoping to step up my activity levels. The aftermath of the marathon was pretty much a sabbatical from exercise. I was pretty good last week getting in a couple runs and boot camp session. I want to repeat that and add in at least 30 minutes of activity the remaining 4 days.
Recently, I have not been in a place mentally where I feel empowered by my choices, but rather debilitated—such a terrible mental space to be in. I’m done. I’m so thankful that I know how much happiness awaits me once I am on track. Just got to put my head down and do some work. It will be worth it.
The Marathon is not about running, it is about salvation. We spend so much of our lives doubting ourselves, thinking that we’re not good enough, not strong enough, not made of the right stuff. The Marathon is an opportunity for redemption. Opportunity, because the outcome is uncertain. Opportunity, because it is up to you, and only you, to make it happen.
I’m not sure how Runner’s World did it, but the timing of this article is incredible…it made me teary eyed just thinking about what’s going to happen on Sunday.
Yesterday was our last training run before the marathon next week and it was a really fun one. We had a pot luck after and had a chance to discuss anything we were concerned about. My coach gave us tips and wise words of wisdom. He said the moment the half marathoners break off there’s a serenity and feeling of being with people who are all in it for another 13 miles…I am excited to finally have this experience and make him proud.
I’m so glad I didn’t give up during training. I was so close! In the beginning I was so concerned because of how slow I am. But negativity is very counter productive. After all, the caboose still travels the same distance as the rest of the train, right? :-) I’m excited and strangely very at peace with what’s coming.
Coolest part of my run today was seeing these sled dogs out on the trail. They’re rescue dogs and this is how they exercise them. The people who were with them were super friendly and sweet. The second best part of my run was that I got to run the second half with one of my fellow marathoners today abd we only had to do a very pleasant 10 miles!! It was great…also there were a TON of runners running to support those who were injured or killed in the Boston marathon last year. I seriously love the running community’s spirit, I don’t think any other sport comes close. The only downside to this glorious run was the part where my pants got a hole in between my thighs—who are very close friends-one might even say inseparable— and it led to carnage… :-\ it’s never good when you chafe starts bleeding…or is exposed to air or hot shower water. But I’m sure I’ll be fine by later today.
Last bump in mileage this morning…22 miles done! …now we taper! Actually a bit sore tonight but feels like a badge of honor. :-)
Missed my run with my group yesterday because my poor doggy needed to go to the vet. So this morning I was laying in bed thinking about skipping my 10 miler all together, but then I got out of bed and just did it instead. I never regret getting my run done and always regret skipping it.
Pictured above: the part of my run wherein I was thankful for some shade.
Just read a great article turtleseyeview posted about how you should never concern yourself with how slow you’re running… some really good stuff in there! Then at the bottom there was a link for another great article that lists the seven traits that make “mentally tough runners”… just wanted to list them here so I have them for reference, I like having lists like this to contemplate while I’m running:
Resilience: The ability to bounce back from adversity, pain or a disappointing performance. The mentally tough runner can realize and admit a mistake, understand a missed opportunity, isolate the lesson, and quickly move on to focus on the immediate goal ahead.
Focus: The ability to focus in the face of distractions or unexpected circumstances. The mentally tough runner doesn’t avoid situations, but instead addresses them right away. For example, when you’re in the last miles of the marathon, you feel dead tired, you’re hurting, and you want to quit. That is the time to focus. You say, “I must keep moving forward, just this step, one more step.” And you’ll likely get to the finish line when you are mentally tough.
Strength: The ability to handle an unforeseen turn of events and remain balanced and calm, continuing to be competitive. The mentally tough runner remains both strong and flexible, able to respond to any situation that arises.
Preparation: The ability to anticipate situations ahead of time and feel prepared so there is a plan of action for anything that might happen. The mentally tough runner doesn’t panic in a crisis (falling back in a race or a workout, for example). For instance, you may be in a race, and your competitor moves in front of you. You have a method to stay mentally calm, adjust your pace, and follow through with your plan.
Vision: The ability to keep moving forward with your objective, even when there are no immediate signs of getting closer to the finish line. The mentally tough runner creates a clear picture of the goal, visualizes it often, and keeps that image in the forefront no matter what. You imagine all the possible scenarios, and have a plan for moving through each one successfully.
Openness: The ability to learn and be open to all possibilities. The mentally tough runner is willing to listen and take feedback, knowing that’s where real changes take place. You listen to that inner voice that says, “I can do this. I have all the tools and resources inside to create my own success.”
Trust: The ability to have faith in oneself. The mentally tough runner learns to trust that the body will know what to do when it’s race time. You trust in your training and your plan. You trust in your coach. You believe in yourself, even when there is no one close by to boost your confidence. You go with what you know, even when your support system is not present at the race. You stay mentally tough and keep moving forward, even when the finish line seems far away. You say, “Every step brings me closer to my goal.”
My Fitbit which I always take off as soon as I’m sure I’m in bed for the night, is always no further than an arm’s length away— which leaves no room for any accidental uncounted steps before it is on my person. So you can imagine my devastation, shock and confusion when I couldn’t find it this morning. I even made my dog get up so I could check to make sure it hadn’t fallen into the crevices of his bed. Finally after 20 minutes, to no avail, I gave up and begrudgingly left without it. So I’ve been trying to not think about every step I take not counting — and trying to pretend my lunch run not counting wasn’t bothering me… until I got a message from Chuck, who was allegedly “sleeping” during my frantic search for my FitBit…
Chuck: So how many steps do you have today?
(which he never asks)
Me: none because I lost my fitbit…it’s in the room…you found it?…did you hide it moron!!?…I spent 20 minutes looking for it this morning!…AND I RAN!!…you got home after midnight so it was April Fool’s Day!?
(this was followed by a picture of him wearing it…of course)
In the wise words of Charlie Brown “Arrrrrggh!!”
Well played sir, well played.
So 20 miles turned into 21.5 miles by mistake. One of the coaches miscalculated the route but it was no big deal because clearly as you can see from the victory tunnel—I LIVED! :-) added bonus is that now 22 doesn’t seem scary!
So up to this point — even with the 18 miler — I’ve been able to mentally think of the longest mileage as two runs … after the first half is done I immediately try to wipe it from my memory and convince myself it didn’t happen… for some reason two single-digit-numbers just aren’t as intimidating… but now I have my 20 miler coming up this Saturday I’m finding my little mental game isn’t quite as easy to play on myself… because 10 miles seems far…but then I ask myself “am I physically capable of completing this distance?” … answer: yes….then it’s just going to be hard — not impossible. I can do this…I can do this… I’ve found the most challenging part of these long runs is the mental game…I don’t listen to music so I feel like I’ve trained the soundtrack in my brain more than my body. So strange… as of now, I’m going to keep trying to embrace this mentality:
Any insight, advice or mantras are invited and warmly welcomed! :)
For today, I’ll enjoy my short run.