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Welcome to my last “first trail race” training post!

Week Four Training Recap:

Sunday: rest.

Monday: p90x “ab ripper x”.

Tuesday: 4 mile road run.

Wednesday: no workout. not sure what happened here…

Thursday: 3 mile road run. 10 sets of 15 push-ups. (to try and make up for yesterday)

Friday: 40 minutes of p90x “stretch”.

Saturday: Wild Thang Nine Mile Trail Run!!! ūüôā

Week Four Nutritional Recap:

Well, it has been four weeks of no soda and no “junk” food (with the exception of my birthday on which I did enjoy some cake and ice-cream!) and I can’t say I’ve really missed it (yes, it’s been shocking to me too). So what have I learned from this experience? What have I gained? I have learned that our bodies are incredibly adaptable and so are our taste buds! I’ve learned that the more I eat “real” food, the more I crave “real” food (and the more “junk” food sounds, well, yucky). I’ve learned that real food fills you up faster and for longer, making eating less, less of a big deal. I’ve learned that eating real food doesn’t have to be time consuming and complicated unless you want to make it that way (fresh fruit, fresh veggies, cheese, yogurt, nuts, beans and whole grain anything- so easy! so simple. It only has to be as complicated as we make it.) I’ve gained a deeper appreciation for God’s Creation- God created our bodies, God created “real” food to nourish our bodies. Beautiful. Simple. Functional. I’ve also gained (or perhaps simply reignited) a conviction that treating our bodies well is so important! So vital to our well being and quality of life. “We are what we eat.” I believe that with all of my heart. Stay tuned for more on my real food journey. This story is not over yet.

Thoughts:

The end of this week marks the end of a challenging but rewarding commitment that I made to myself and to you, my readers, four weeks ago. It has been good. It has been hard. I am so grateful for the legs and feet that carried me through to the end of my training. Tomorrow I will post about my race experience. It was incredible!!! Thanks for reading. Thank you for your encouraging comments. I hope today finds you happy, healthy and moving! ūüôā

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Welcome to week three of trail race training! Three weeks in and things are going better than expected. So excited about Saturday’s race!

Week Three Training Recap:

Sunday: rest.

Monday: 5 sets of 20 pushups, 5 sets of 20 situps, 5 sets of 20 squats and 5 sets of 30 seconds of superman in 20 minutes.

Tuesday: 2 mile walk pushing my youngest in his stroller. 4 mile road run.

Wednesday: so sore. everywhere. skip workout.

Thursday: 4 mile road run.

Friday: 40 minutes of p90x “stretch”.

Saturday: 12 mile road run at Shelby Bottoms Greenway.

Week Three Nutritional Recap:

Not much to report. Enjoying my fruits and veggies. A lot. Have increased my protein consumption in an effort to speed up my recovery time. Sometimes I think it’s helping. Other times I don’t think it’s making a difference at all really. Feeling lighter and, on most days, more energetic. Planning to write a “real food” post soon!

Thoughts:

The past few weeks have been a good reminder that we are capable of so much more than¬†we think we are. My 13 mile trail run last Saturday was a good example of that. And my 20 minute circuit on Monday, that I could barely complete, was as well. If you had told me on Saturday morning that I was going to go out and complete 13 miles that day, I would have told you I wasn’t ready for that, wasn’t in the shape to do that. But we did it! We finished 9, got back to the car, realized we didn’t feel done yet, turned around and¬†banged out¬†4 more. Finished strong. And it felt great! And Monday. Monday I would have told you I couldn’t do a hundred of anything in 20 minutes, much less a hundred of 3 different things. But I did it. Barely. But did it.

So. My friends. That is my¬†challenge to you this week. Find one thing you think you cannot do. And do it. Whatever it takes. Do it.¬†If you think you cannot go an entire day without drinking soda, go without. For one day. No matter what. Whatever it takes. No excuses. If you are sure you could never walk a mile without stopping, walk that mile! If running sounds like an impossibility for someone like you, go for a short walk and include just a bit of running. Even if it is only for 10 minutes. Or 5. Or 3! The point is to complete something that you never thought you would do, could do. Or maybe you are already a runner but just¬†know you could never run a 1/2 marathon…or a full marathon! Well I say, sign yourself up! Start your training. And see what happens. See how empowered you feel. See the snowball as it builds. See how many things can change just by changing one. Truly, we are remarkable creatures. If only we would treat ourselves as such!

And In Other News:

My dad and youngest sister started a 90 day commitment to p90x this week, my husband¬†biked 22 miles for the first time ever on Saturday, one friend of mine is training for her first Warrior Dash as of this week, another friend of mine has decided to run her first trail race this month (same one I am training for!), still another is in the middle of training for her first FULL marathon right now and¬†I have a¬†fourth friend¬†who is¬†now a couple months into training for his first Death Race. So many firsts!¬†I love it! So inspiring. I love seeing people trying new things, taking care of the remarkable bodies that God blessed them with, choosing to challenge themselves instead of just staying comfortable. So amazing. So exciting.¬†So inspiring.¬†ūüôā

I hope this week finds you healthy and moving and trying new things.

What is a “first” you have accomplished this year??

What challenge will you be taking on this week?

Five days to go until my very first trail race. Wish me luck!!! ūüôā

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I have joined the darkside. I have joined the community of crazies¬†who wake up at 5:00 a.m…because they want to. I have joined a gym.

Call it peer pressure. Call it boredom (sorry, Tony Horton!), call it the desperation of a runner who currently can not run. Call it what you will. I have joined a gym.

I have heard about people like this- people who leave their house before dawn to fit in a sweat session before their real day starts. Heard about them. But never…never been one of them.

I did join a training group last spring when I was training for the Country Music Half Marathon.

This training group¬†met every Saturday at 7:00a.m for three and a half months…once a week…seven a.m…to run three to twelve miles. Always a positive. Always worth it. But oh so painful for me!¬†(I considered asking them to move the time back till eight or nine. But seeing as I was only one of two-hundred and fifty runners showing up for these runs- I decided that was a tad inappropriate.)

So¬†other than my experience with that training group,¬†the occasional Saturday morning run at the park with¬†some friends and my recent experiments of working out in the a.m, at home,¬†with the hubby, I cannot remember a time in my life when I chose to join¬†a group of people…at such an hour…all in the name of…exercise. Until now.

This morning was my second time to visit said gym, Saturday mid morning being the first.¬†My alarm went off at 5:00. I was sitting in the driver’s seat of my car (in the dark)¬†by 5:35. (I know, I know. I am questioning my sanity too.)

When I pulled into the gym parking lot six minutes later, I parked, grabbed my bag and exited my car. I then settled my bag onto my shoulder and rounded the back of the car parked beside mine. I smiled and nodded at the sweaty guy leaving the gym (leaving the gym before six!?!) and thanked the person who held the door for me as we both entered at approximately the same time.

A short chat with Brian (the guy manning the front desk), and three elliptical machine’s later (the first I couldn’t figure out how to program, the second wouldn’t turn on and the third made this unbearable squeaking sound!),¬†and I was settled into¬†the “Cardio Cinema Room”, ellipticalling to my heart’s content, catching bits and pieces of “Get Smart” on the big screen in front of me, and unabashedly observing the crazies who were making their rounds in the lighted part of the gym (the lighted part¬†is on the other¬†side of the large opening at the front of the darkened cinema room. Or in other words- I could see them, they couldn’t see me).

After only a few minutes of this unabashed observation time, I started to notice that most of the crazies fit into one of seven categories.

The skinny mini cardio fiends are the ones that came bouncing in first. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, most of  this group wear tight black pants, sport floppy ponytails and carry gigantic bottles of water. These ladies do their rounds on the cardio machines, pushing and sweating and heaving until all of their fears and regrets and aggressions are lying in a pool of sweat on the floor. Their marathon sweat sessions are probably number one on the mile long to do list that will carry them through the rest of their day.

The body builders were the next category of crazies that I noticed. These were the guys who spent their morning pumping iron. These guys have chest circumferences that rival that of a medium sized barrel. They also have arms that are no longer able to touch their sides. And they are slow. They saunter around the gym, lifting an unbelievable amount of weight at one machine before slooowly making their way to the next one. Their motto seems to be: the heavier the weight and the bigger the muscle, the better.

Then there are the jocks. Different than the body builders, these guys are big but not huge. They also seem very preoccupied with how they look, where as the body builders seem more focused on how many pounds they are able to lift. These guys also move slowly, especially when they are passing one of the many mirrors strategically placed around the gym floor. They do their pushups in front of these mirrors and their crunches and their curls. My hunch is that these guys do the hard work for the attention it will get them later in the day. Their thoughts seem to leave the gym long before their bodies do.

The next category doesn’t really have a name. It includes the people who come in with sleep still in their eyes, sporting bedhead and wrinkled clothes. These people wander around, seemingly aimlessly, with their hands in their pockets,¬†looking confused about how they got there in the first place and why, for goodness sake, they are up at this hour of the morn. (actually, there was only one guy who fit this description. But he was so amusing to me that I just had to include him here.) They may not do a whole lot of exercise, every time. But they do show up!

Then there are the oldies but goodies. These ladies and gentlemen of an older age seem motivated by the desire to stay healthy. And trim. And strong. They seem like the type that have accepted the realities of aging, but also chosen to age the best way possible- healthily. Kudos to all you oldies but goodies out there. I hope that when I am your age, I am an oldie but goodie too.

And lastly, we have the big boys and girls. This is the group of people that look like they woke up this morning and said, “I have got to do something about myself!” Some have trouble walking. Most have trouble exercising. But all are trying. And for that I applaud them. Keep up the good work, guys. It is worth the fight.

There are a few stragglers too. The middle aged man with hunched shoulders, wearing baggy, gray sweatpants; the girl in a bright green sports bra and tiny shorts who exhausted every single portion of her tanned, muscular body; the average sized businessman who jogged on the treadmill for half an hour, before changing into a suit and tie and hurrying out the door; and the young, slightly overweight woman who put in her time before heading back to what is probably a busy life of juggling kids and jobs and bills.

So I spent my hour and a half with these crazies. And¬†along with being amused, I felt inspired. Inspired by their movement. Not their physical movement (although that can be¬†inspirational too), but their movement towards…betterment. And health. And goals. And discipline. And a challenge.

Big and small, fast and slow, young and old, some tan, some hunched, some tired, some endless balls of energy- each unique in their own way. All inspirational to me.

Thank you, crazy people, for my morning inspiration.

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“You awake yet?” my husband asks, far too energetically,¬†from his workout mat¬†positioned a few feet from mine.

“………….No,” I answer begrudgingly. “It will probably be two or three more hours before I’m awake.”

He laughs at me, his “not a morning person!” wife.

It is six-thirty in the morning. We have just begun our p90x workout. I have been awake since six, giving myself enough time to change into my workout clothes, wash my face, eat a bowl of oatmeal and drink a bottle of water.

We begin our workout with a warm up and some stretching before moving on to yoga, kenpo, plyometrics, core synergistics and ab ripper x.

About fifteen minutes (into our sixty minute workout) later I am in plank position,¬† and still yawning. I do my pushup¬†into upward dog and¬†another pushup¬†into downward¬†dog…runners pose…warrior one…warrior two…reverse warrior. I am still yawning. My eyes are heavy (though I went to bed at eleven. Seven hours should be¬†enough, right?) and for a moment I think, “Why am I doing this? Why am I doing pushups in my cold den, while it is still dark outside, when I could be in my toasty warm, cozy soft bed, still asleep and¬†dreaming about flowers and butterflies and candy (cuz that’s what we always dream about, right?) Why am I wearing workout clothes when I could be wearing my pajamas? Why am I doing squats and lunges when I feel like I could literally lay down on this cold den floor and within minutes be right back asleep?…

But as quickly as these negative thoughts come, they are gone.

And I remember- I do this for me… for my health and my peace and my frame of mind. I do it so that the rest of my day can be better! I do it to make climbing our stairs easier, to make carrying around my thirty-four pound, one-year old¬†son less painful, to make running (one of my most favorite things to do) that much more effortless. I do it to age well, I do it for my quality of life, I do it for my blood pressure. I do it to be¬†a good example for my husband and my children, my family and my friends. I do it for the moment when I pull on my favorite pair of size four jeans…and they actually fit! I do it because it helps me sleep better, eat better, have better sex. I do it because it gives me more energy while somehow, also, making me more relaxed.

I workout because the five hours a week I spend doing it makes the other hundred and sixty-three so much better!

And I do it for those minutes of time when, with my blood pumping, my chest heaving and my muscles burning, I know, in every cell of my body: I am alive!

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