I realize that when you make long term plans, like training to running a stupid amount of distance, there are going to be pitfalls involved. I just wasn't expecting them quite so soon. But that's the point, isn't it? You don't expect them.
Monday's training got derailed by my trainer getting stuck in a business meeting. When you own a business or are part of a business, business meetings happen. And they run longer than intended. Or the presenter was late and talked long. Or the presenter didn't show at all, so the owner is ad-libbing (this was the scenario Monday.). It happens. We move on. Oh, look. A turtle.
Wednesday got sidetracked by me having a kiddo home sick. By the time my training time came around, she was asking to go outside and ride her bike, so she wasn't THAT sick. But gyms and other fitness arenas tend to look down on you bringing sickies to their places. Too sick to go to school equals too sick to go play, so home I stayed. Wow. Another turtle...
Friday was just plain silliness. Both of us (myself and my trainer) forgot that there was no school that day and kiddos were at home. Well, crud. That just shot the whole week in the foot. Does that turtle look familiar to you?
At least I got some long walks in. And by long walks I mean walking around the neighborhood with my girls, stopping at every house possible, as they attempt to sell Girl Scout cookies. And despite logging in close to 6 miles this week, that doesn't even come close to being a cardio workout. However, the yelling at them as they're whining and complaining about who took who's house and all that, should DEFINITELY count as my cardio.
So I read about running. I read about proper form and I read about shoes. I read about proper eating for training and non-training days. I read about stretches for after runs and stretches for pre-run. I read about yoga and weights for cross-training days. And I read about rest days. I don't think that bit has clicked yet. That I get 2 whole days a week to not train. TWO! Who'd a thunk it???
Let's not forget dealing with my body. Apparently, my digestive system wants to eat like we did last week and doesn't want to listen when I tell it to shut up and accept the water being thrown at it. Last week, it was getting lovely carbs and whatnot. Now its water. Sorry. I believe that if I don't train that week, I don't get to eat like I trained that week. Yoga notwithstanding. But it is becoming obvious that both my children and dog listen better than my stomach does.
Oh, look. I just got lapped. Again. By that stupid turtle...
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Let it begin
So, as many on my Facebook saw, I have decided to run a half marathon. For what plausible reason, I have no clue. This is not a new desire. Truly, its not. But to finally really, honestly decide to do one is a new thing. I think I'm getting senile.
I started working with a trainer this week to get me in shape for running. For those of you who don't know me personally, round IS a shape, dangitall! Ok, I'm not round. Curvy as all creation, yes. But some of those curves need to become well-defined muscle before attempting to combat 13.1 miles of pavement. At one time.
Being the good trainer that he is, one of the first things he asks me is what my running experience is. I admit I walked a 5k back in August. Oh, you meant really running? High school, junior high, maybe the Paleolithic Era. Possibly the Jurassic. I'm not sure, it's been awhile. To be fair and honest, I was a damn good sprinter back in junior high and high school. 100m, 200m? I was your girl. 4x100m relay? There's a reason I was the anchor. I couldn't be touched.
Fast-forward 25+ years and 4 kids, and the story is a bit different. I'm an overweight, yoga-doing, twice-a-week-around-the-block-walker with an avid sweet tooth. What in the name of God's green earth possessed me to actually want to attempt a half marathon? Senility or some other serious mental incapacity is all I can claim.
Anyhoo.
This is the end of my first week of training. Things hurt that I didn't know existed, or that I thought would be part of training for running. Why in the nine hells do my ARMS hurt? And my neck? And who knew you used your back and abs when you ran? Hips and legs I was expecting, but my arms? Really? REALLY? Ugh.
I have done more walking lunges in the past 5 days than I have in the past 5 years. Pushups? I lost count. Russian twists? I didn't know my abs were capable of doing 1 of these, let alone the 45 I have done this week. Mountain climbers? My shoes and legs hate them. My legs will adjust. My shoes will just have to suck it up. Bridges and hamstring curls? I collapsed after 20 seconds. I kind of thought my yoga practice would have me prepared for some of these things, but I was dead, dead wrong. And I haven't even ran a step yet.
I have also learned how to correct my form during certain exercises (especially butt-kicks). I have learned that my body is capable of more than I thought. I'm learning to enjoy my evening soak to soothe said muscles. And I'm learning to muzzle that inner critic when she says I can't do another rep. That inner critic can go jump off a cliff right now. I have a long way to go, but I'm pretty sure I don't want her along for the trip.
I started working with a trainer this week to get me in shape for running. For those of you who don't know me personally, round IS a shape, dangitall! Ok, I'm not round. Curvy as all creation, yes. But some of those curves need to become well-defined muscle before attempting to combat 13.1 miles of pavement. At one time.
Being the good trainer that he is, one of the first things he asks me is what my running experience is. I admit I walked a 5k back in August. Oh, you meant really running? High school, junior high, maybe the Paleolithic Era. Possibly the Jurassic. I'm not sure, it's been awhile. To be fair and honest, I was a damn good sprinter back in junior high and high school. 100m, 200m? I was your girl. 4x100m relay? There's a reason I was the anchor. I couldn't be touched.
Fast-forward 25+ years and 4 kids, and the story is a bit different. I'm an overweight, yoga-doing, twice-a-week-around-the-block-walker with an avid sweet tooth. What in the name of God's green earth possessed me to actually want to attempt a half marathon? Senility or some other serious mental incapacity is all I can claim.
Anyhoo.
This is the end of my first week of training. Things hurt that I didn't know existed, or that I thought would be part of training for running. Why in the nine hells do my ARMS hurt? And my neck? And who knew you used your back and abs when you ran? Hips and legs I was expecting, but my arms? Really? REALLY? Ugh.
I have done more walking lunges in the past 5 days than I have in the past 5 years. Pushups? I lost count. Russian twists? I didn't know my abs were capable of doing 1 of these, let alone the 45 I have done this week. Mountain climbers? My shoes and legs hate them. My legs will adjust. My shoes will just have to suck it up. Bridges and hamstring curls? I collapsed after 20 seconds. I kind of thought my yoga practice would have me prepared for some of these things, but I was dead, dead wrong. And I haven't even ran a step yet.
I have also learned how to correct my form during certain exercises (especially butt-kicks). I have learned that my body is capable of more than I thought. I'm learning to enjoy my evening soak to soothe said muscles. And I'm learning to muzzle that inner critic when she says I can't do another rep. That inner critic can go jump off a cliff right now. I have a long way to go, but I'm pretty sure I don't want her along for the trip.
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