Growing up the daughter of a commercial airline pilot, you could say I was bit by the travel bug early. It's (kind of) ingrained in me; in my blood. I've been flying since I was 6 months old, and have been blessed to travel to places all over, including Canada, London, Paris, Romania, the Bahamas, several US States, etc. Even if not flying, I really love a good road trip. To explore parts unknown, learning about new cultures, seeing monuments to the past; bottom line: I love to travel, and I also love to just get out and explore. I'm always up for an adventure.
When I do travel, I'm kind of get stuck in "go-mode," as my husband would say. That might be where "opposites attract" comes to play in our marriage. He's the type when on vacation to just sit around on a beach and relax. Me? Complete opposite. That drives me crazy. I honestly can't sit around idle all day. I had our entire trip to Toronto and Niagara Falls planned down to the minute. See this, do that; drink here, eat there. He joked when we came home, "I need a vacation from the vacation!" (I actually do think he was serious, though.)
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of speaking with a local pastor and runner who has completed several races and has ran for several years. He told me that running is one of the cheapest sports you can get into, that it doesn't take much more than a good pair of shoes. But my favorite tidbit he shared with me was that your shoes can carry you to any place you'd like; that with just a pair of running shoes, you can sight-see until your heart's content, all the while exercising and gaining valuable points towards your health. I really loved that, and I definitely took note.
When traveling, I always find it a difficult task to locate a gym. I'm not really a fan of using the hotel gym, as usually wherever we stay, there's glass windows where God and everybody can peer in. I'm not comfortable with people watching me or gawking as I work out while they're passing by. Folks, I can see you in the mirror. Just keep moving, please. (Awkward.)
So I guess you could say this is my latest "adventure." I'm really excited to get out and explore my first city by shoes. I will be staying overnight in downtown Indianapolis for a concert this week, and I plan to do just that; explore downtown by running shoes.
Indy is one of my favorite cities, not just because I consider it home, or that I somewhat know how to get around, but exploring downtown has been something that I've always wanted to do. Now, when I say explore, I initially meant that I wanted to just walk around and get a bit lost for a day, however this time, it'll be during my normal Saturday run.Why not just turn it into a sightseeing adventure? It'll make my run feel a little less hell-ish.
To me, Indianapolis has a lot to offer; a city that (in my opinion) gets overlooked way too much. Indiana (and Indianapolis too) has always been known as a "flyover state;" a pit-stop destination when flying or driving across the country on I-70, and quite honestly I don't think that's fair. Many folks during the Superbowl said that Indianapolis was one of the most accommodating and friendliest cities that has ever hosted the event, however many have never been before, and many didn't give Indianapolis a chance when they first announced it was hosting. I still feel as if it's unfortunate many overlook the city/state, and that people are truly missing out on a hidden Midwestern gem.
So enough about that, as I climb down from my soapbox. I look forward to my outdoor run this week while overnighting in Indianapolis. We will be staying just a few short blocks from the canal and White River State Park, and my route is (somewhat) planned to incorporate both downtown and Monument Circle, mixed with the beautiful canal and the park. As a self-proclaimed shutterbug (albeit crappy), that is where Part 2 will come in, as I plan to take as many pictures as I can showcasing how awesome I hope my run is to be.
After all, when traveling, all I need is cooperative weather and a pair of running shoes. :)
This is me: random, raw, & true. I chose to write about my journey through weight loss as a way to reflect & help keep me accountable. As of July 24, 2013, I hit my goal of losing 100 lbs, putting me in my Healthy Weight Range after 3 years & 3 months of important lifestyle changes, while maintaining my loss for two years. My goal is to healthy (not skinny) so that I can live my life to the fullest with those I love. I hope this can encourage others, as this ride truly is worth it.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
Color Run (5k) Ft. Wayne - Race Recap
It's Monday. I ran Saturday. I still have a blue armpit. ;)
If that's any indication of how fun the Color Run is, I don't know what to tell you folks. If you ever get the chance to run a Color Run, Run or Dye (that's upcoming), or a Color Me Rad race, any type where you get covered head to toe in colored powder, in any nook and cranny you couldn't imagine, I highly suggest doing it. Just for the fun of it!
I really did have one heck of a weekend. It was truly unforgettable, and even in my experiences, I was surrounded by outstanding, supportive friends, new or old. Amazing is really all I could say. In my opinion, it'll be hard to top this birthday week! (Look for a Wordless Wednesday post showcasing it this week!)
Starting out Saturday morning, I was nervous. I had spent all day Friday at Indianapolis Motor Speedway with a friend, parking in the boonies (getting yelled at by yellowshirts), but enjoying NASCAR practices at the Brickyard. I had also made the last minute decision to go to a concert in Plainfield that evening, which I'm incredibly happy I chose to, but I stayed out a little later than expected for the night before a (running) race. The day was just awesome. (Side note: I'm also getting too old.)
Up at 5am Saturday morning, it was a little rough to get going. I definitely understand now what "heavy legs" feel like, and it actually was a little difficult getting my legs loosened up before running with all of the walking I did Friday. Add in an almost two-hour drive to Ft. Wayne, you can definitely see why I was nervous. I hadn't planned to make this a "timed run" but I wanted to gauge where I was at a month after completing my first 5k. After all, the Color Run is supposed to be "happy" and fun, not hell.
Anywho, the Color Run was everything I expected and then some. It wound through several neighborhoods adjoining downtown Ft. Wayne, starting and ending at Parkview Field where the Ft. Wayne TinCaps, an MiLB team, play. Several living in the neighborhoods actually stood on their porches, cheering us on, waving flags, beating drums, blowing whistles, encouraging us on the entire route. I didn't need music once. It was all about scenery, and I just took it all in!
The course was mostly flat, which my legs were eternally grateful for, and overall it was just a fun event, one that I can't wait to repeat! (I will at August 31, with Run or Dye at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. That race, I WILL take a crap-ton of pictures for; hopefully kissing of the bricks included! Bucket list, folks. Bucket list.)
My times definitely reflected the atmosphere. The weather was cooler, and the pace was fast, with the flat course. I pushed myself hard Saturday, improving almost 6 minutes from my first 5k on June 29. (I flipped my stuff, by the way!) My average pace was 10:51 min/mi, my fastest of yet, with an overall time of 34:43! Add in slowing down for color stations, I'll take it!
I am still trying to recover a bit after the weekend, soreness included. I plan to hopefully get an Epsom salt bath tonight, as I still can't do ice baths. (I just can't. I've tried. The only ice and cold I like is in a hockey rink.) I won't run again until tomorrow night, giving me a little break. I'm pretty sure I won't be happy with the results, but I'm getting more comfortable running at a 5k distance consistently.
Add in my new shoes, and I can honestly say I still don't hate running. So much so, I look forward to running when I'm scheduled, even wanting to on rest days. It's honestly an incredible feeling, one that puts me on top of the world after completing a race, and I really can't wait for the next!
If that's any indication of how fun the Color Run is, I don't know what to tell you folks. If you ever get the chance to run a Color Run, Run or Dye (that's upcoming), or a Color Me Rad race, any type where you get covered head to toe in colored powder, in any nook and cranny you couldn't imagine, I highly suggest doing it. Just for the fun of it!
I really did have one heck of a weekend. It was truly unforgettable, and even in my experiences, I was surrounded by outstanding, supportive friends, new or old. Amazing is really all I could say. In my opinion, it'll be hard to top this birthday week! (Look for a Wordless Wednesday post showcasing it this week!)
Starting out Saturday morning, I was nervous. I had spent all day Friday at Indianapolis Motor Speedway with a friend, parking in the boonies (getting yelled at by yellowshirts), but enjoying NASCAR practices at the Brickyard. I had also made the last minute decision to go to a concert in Plainfield that evening, which I'm incredibly happy I chose to, but I stayed out a little later than expected for the night before a (running) race. The day was just awesome. (Side note: I'm also getting too old.)
Up at 5am Saturday morning, it was a little rough to get going. I definitely understand now what "heavy legs" feel like, and it actually was a little difficult getting my legs loosened up before running with all of the walking I did Friday. Add in an almost two-hour drive to Ft. Wayne, you can definitely see why I was nervous. I hadn't planned to make this a "timed run" but I wanted to gauge where I was at a month after completing my first 5k. After all, the Color Run is supposed to be "happy" and fun, not hell.
Anywho, the Color Run was everything I expected and then some. It wound through several neighborhoods adjoining downtown Ft. Wayne, starting and ending at Parkview Field where the Ft. Wayne TinCaps, an MiLB team, play. Several living in the neighborhoods actually stood on their porches, cheering us on, waving flags, beating drums, blowing whistles, encouraging us on the entire route. I didn't need music once. It was all about scenery, and I just took it all in!
The course was mostly flat, which my legs were eternally grateful for, and overall it was just a fun event, one that I can't wait to repeat! (I will at August 31, with Run or Dye at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. That race, I WILL take a crap-ton of pictures for; hopefully kissing of the bricks included! Bucket list, folks. Bucket list.)
My times definitely reflected the atmosphere. The weather was cooler, and the pace was fast, with the flat course. I pushed myself hard Saturday, improving almost 6 minutes from my first 5k on June 29. (I flipped my stuff, by the way!) My average pace was 10:51 min/mi, my fastest of yet, with an overall time of 34:43! Add in slowing down for color stations, I'll take it!
I am still trying to recover a bit after the weekend, soreness included. I plan to hopefully get an Epsom salt bath tonight, as I still can't do ice baths. (I just can't. I've tried. The only ice and cold I like is in a hockey rink.) I won't run again until tomorrow night, giving me a little break. I'm pretty sure I won't be happy with the results, but I'm getting more comfortable running at a 5k distance consistently.
Add in my new shoes, and I can honestly say I still don't hate running. So much so, I look forward to running when I'm scheduled, even wanting to on rest days. It's honestly an incredible feeling, one that puts me on top of the world after completing a race, and I really can't wait for the next!
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
That Day When...
GOAL. (A pretty neat belated birthday present from me to me!)
This morning I stepped on the scale, hesitation and worries aside (it took a minute), to hit my goal weight of 150 lbs. In total, I've hit the century mark, 100 lbs lost. Gone, done.
The only thing I could muster (after snapping the above picture, of course) were tears. Tears of joy. Tears of elation. Tears of "it's finally over." (I'm actually crying writing this, so I'm sorry if it sounds broken... I'm still in a bit of shock.)
I ran through the house just to show my husband the picture on my iPhone, almost breaking my neck on the two steps from our laundry room up into the kitchen. I could only show him the picture on my phone, not being able to utter one word. As lucky and blessed as I am, he grabbed me and kept saying, "I'm so proud of you." I can't even begin to thank him enough for all of the support he's given me, whether the complaining, or whining, or flat-out madness of gains, jubilation of losses; he's been with me every step of the way, and hasn't once wavered in support, even if he did bring home a pie or some Oreo's. ;) Thank you, Brandon. You've been my rock through all of this.
As it's still sinking in, I'll share a few numbers as to where I've come from in this journey:
- 100 lbs. lost. (Woohoo! I'm a 100-pound loser! Hee hee...)
- 13 pants sizes lost. (Started at a size 21, now a size 8.)
- 4 shirt sizes lost. (Started at a 2XL, now a comfy Medium, sometimes Small. I'm small? Huh?!)
- Went from an 'Extremely Obese' BMI of 42, to a 'Healthy' 25. (See below)
- 40% of weight lost.
- 2.5 ring sizes lost. (My wedding ring when I first started was 9 3/4. I've had it re-sized since at 7 1/4, however it's a little loose now. Probably at 7 now.)
I still can't get over, or really even process what I've done. As I've said before, I don't really see the change in the mirror; the only way I realize what I looked like before vs. after is comparing side by side pictures. I've had several folks in shock before, jaws dropped when friends of mine have told them what I've done or where I used to be, or even show old pictures of me. I just kind of smile, drop my eyes to the floor, turn my right foot inwards, and say, "Gee, thanks!" in an "Aw, shucks." kind of way.
What I can tell you is how much better I feel, if anything. Not only have I done this the healthy way by changing my eating habits (I will NOT call it a diet) and moving more. Portion control, activity, and cutting calories have been the way it's been for the past 3 years, and even in difficult times, I wouldn't change a thing. It's worth it. When I first started, stairs winded me. Of course I'd rather take the elevator then (not now!), but I couldn't get up one flight of stairs without having to stop. Bending over and tying my shoes was a chore. Don't even get me started on shopping, self-esteem, and my confidence level. But all of that has changed, in addition to a smaller frame.
Where do you go from here? Now that you've completed one of the biggest goals in your life, one that you literally never thought was possible, what do you do?
Well, I'm not really done and it's not really "over." I plan to keep running, hopefully for longer distances one day, watching what I eat of course, and I hope to lose maybe another 5 or 10 lbs, but anything after this point is just icing on the cake to me. The extra 5 or 10 pounds are just a cushion to make sure I can stay in my healthy weight range. I do plan to keep periodically checking my weight via scale, but it's not going to rule my life. I also have several fitness goals, as I want to build more muscle, lean out a little, and hopefully eliminate some of the loose skin I have around my belly, thigh, and arm areas.
But all in all, I can finally relax a little. I've finally completed the goal I've been working towards for quite a while. After all, I've basically lost a horse... ;)
Thank you all, to everyone who has supported me in this journey, especially my husband, Brandon, and my mom, Jill. They've both been my rocks in this entire journey, listening to every complaint or celebration I've had. Without them, as far as I've gone wouldn't have happened. You both inspire me to keep going.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
C25K Graduate!
Would you look at that? (Teehee...)
Nine weeks ago, I never thought I'd be able to say it, but as of Saturday morning, I am officially a 'Couch to 5k' graduate! My how time flies!
I'm (personally) not where I want to be consistently, but weather has turned more towards the hot and humid side of Indiana. Typical July and August, but I only hope that I can improve upon where I am as far as mile per minute times. But guess what? I DID IT! I NEVER thought it'd be possible, let alone actually enjoying running. Who knew?!
Currently I'm running for a half hour, with a combined 10 minute warm up and cool down. I'm not exactly comfortable with myself or with running for a full half hour just yet, but that is certainly my next goal. I want to be able to run a 5k distance-wise on a consistent basis, working up to running four times per week. (I'm currently running three per C25K training.)
I've already learned so much about myself, my body, and how it responds to different foods, weather, and of course shoes. I'm still in awe of where I've come in just nine weeks, even with mile times. When I started, my first run was an average of 15:06 minutes per mile, and my last run was an average 12:23, (though I've been able to get into the 11:00-ish minutes per mile range.) It's my goal that I can improve upon the times that I run, getting faster, and that one day I can complete a 10:00 minutes/mile. We shall see! (You know I'll keep you posted!)
Even though I jumped the gun and completed my first "timed" 5k (read more about that here), the 5k I have trained for is this Saturday. I'm running the Color Run-Ft. Wayne with friends, and I can't even begin to describe how excited I am for it. I've never done anything like this, and of course it has me a little nervous, but after seeing several friends' pictures, it looks like so much fun. I'll have a recap as well as pictures of before and after (maybe even during). If you're not familiar with the Color Run, let's just say you come out at the finish looking like a rainbow threw up on you. Head to toe "color-bombed."
I'm hoping I can figure out a way to map my run with my iPhone. I'm thinking of throwing my phone into a zip-lock baggie and using it to track my pace. The Color Run is a fun run, and therefore not timed, so unless I track my run, I won't really know what my pace is. (I really need to stop focusing on numbers, start focusing on fun...)
If you're interested, as with revamping my blog a bit, I've added a 'Races' tab at the top of this page, showcasing planned races for this year, as well as goals for 2014. I'm already looking forward to the future, with friends suggesting I train and run the Indianapolis Mini Marathon next May. When thinking about the possibilities of completing the race, it makes me tear up. I've mentioned it before somewhere in the blog, but it's one of my items on my bucket list, one that I've dreamed of doing for several years. It just blows my mind knowing I'm that much closer to a dream or goal I set long before I ever thought my Weight Loss Journey would be possible, let alone actually enjoying running!
I plan to run several more 5k's this year, and you can also check that out on my Races page. And as always, I will keep you posted along the way!
I'm absolutely loving running, again, something I thought I'd never say. So, here's to many more! :)
Nine weeks ago, I never thought I'd be able to say it, but as of Saturday morning, I am officially a 'Couch to 5k' graduate! My how time flies!
I'm (personally) not where I want to be consistently, but weather has turned more towards the hot and humid side of Indiana. Typical July and August, but I only hope that I can improve upon where I am as far as mile per minute times. But guess what? I DID IT! I NEVER thought it'd be possible, let alone actually enjoying running. Who knew?!
Currently I'm running for a half hour, with a combined 10 minute warm up and cool down. I'm not exactly comfortable with myself or with running for a full half hour just yet, but that is certainly my next goal. I want to be able to run a 5k distance-wise on a consistent basis, working up to running four times per week. (I'm currently running three per C25K training.)
I've already learned so much about myself, my body, and how it responds to different foods, weather, and of course shoes. I'm still in awe of where I've come in just nine weeks, even with mile times. When I started, my first run was an average of 15:06 minutes per mile, and my last run was an average 12:23, (though I've been able to get into the 11:00-ish minutes per mile range.) It's my goal that I can improve upon the times that I run, getting faster, and that one day I can complete a 10:00 minutes/mile. We shall see! (You know I'll keep you posted!)
Even though I jumped the gun and completed my first "timed" 5k (read more about that here), the 5k I have trained for is this Saturday. I'm running the Color Run-Ft. Wayne with friends, and I can't even begin to describe how excited I am for it. I've never done anything like this, and of course it has me a little nervous, but after seeing several friends' pictures, it looks like so much fun. I'll have a recap as well as pictures of before and after (maybe even during). If you're not familiar with the Color Run, let's just say you come out at the finish looking like a rainbow threw up on you. Head to toe "color-bombed."
I'm hoping I can figure out a way to map my run with my iPhone. I'm thinking of throwing my phone into a zip-lock baggie and using it to track my pace. The Color Run is a fun run, and therefore not timed, so unless I track my run, I won't really know what my pace is. (I really need to stop focusing on numbers, start focusing on fun...)
If you're interested, as with revamping my blog a bit, I've added a 'Races' tab at the top of this page, showcasing planned races for this year, as well as goals for 2014. I'm already looking forward to the future, with friends suggesting I train and run the Indianapolis Mini Marathon next May. When thinking about the possibilities of completing the race, it makes me tear up. I've mentioned it before somewhere in the blog, but it's one of my items on my bucket list, one that I've dreamed of doing for several years. It just blows my mind knowing I'm that much closer to a dream or goal I set long before I ever thought my Weight Loss Journey would be possible, let alone actually enjoying running!
I plan to run several more 5k's this year, and you can also check that out on my Races page. And as always, I will keep you posted along the way!
I'm absolutely loving running, again, something I thought I'd never say. So, here's to many more! :)
Thursday, July 11, 2013
The End is Near
Well... Sort of.
Last night I was asked a question I've never really thought of, allowing one thought I never imagined to really sink in until that moment.
"What are you going to do to celebrate?"
To be honest, I really couldn't answer the question. I literally am staring 2.2 lbs in the face, saying, "I will lose you. Your end is near," but when asked how would I celebrate hitting goal, what would I do? Of course the Brooks Laich jersey is a MUST, planning to finally purchase my favorite NHL player's sweater to fit my smaller frame, in addition to donating my hair to Locks of Love (...though I'm scared to death to chop off what I've grown. I keep thinking, "it's for a child in need. My hair can grow back").
It honestly hadn't struck me that after 3 years of healthier eating, working out, watching my "diet" (I hate that word, because it really isn't one) food P's and Q's, ups, downs, countless trips to thrift shops and Goodwill for new-ish, last minute career clothes shopping, it's almost over.
Now, when I say, "it's over," I'm not talking about my weight loss journey being completely over (like a bad breakup or something). I'm not done; no, noooooo....
I still have goals to achieve, skin to tighten, muscle to gain, and of course maintain my current weight. I can promise you one thing, I'm not putting back on what I've lost ever again. (Not that amount anyway. When kids come, obviously some will go back on, but it won't be 100 lbs, that's for damn sure. And it will be the safe way; what's healthy for both momma and baby. And to answer that other question, NO, I'm not.)
But as for a celebration, I haven't really thought that far...
I've thought about going out to eat. Meh.
I've thrown around the idea of shopping, though I'm going weekend mostly out of necessity (and needed girl-time with a friend). Meh.
I just don't really think I will celebrate it. Yeah, it's pretty cool I've been able to get this off, that I've hit the 100 lb mark. But I'm still just the humble, "Aw, shucks," me. I did it for reasons that are still hard to explain without wanting to cry my eyes out, but I did it for me. For my health. For my future.
I can really, truly say that I've finally completed one goal I never thought would happen, but to celebrate it? Meh.
Maybe with signing up for a fourth 5K? Ok... but the search is on! Something different...Hmmm..
I at least can promise the happy dance from ordering my Brooksie jersey will be enough for us all. (You'll hear me screaming for joy from miles away...)
So, maybe soon enough that 2.2 lbs will be gone. Maybe I'll even be able to lose it by my birthday in a few weeks? That would make one pretty neat birthday gift to myself.
What I do know is that even though the "end" is near, this isn't the "end." Think a new route to an already pretty awesome ride; one ride that's helped me grow, mature, and in a way find who I am, all while getting healthy.
Last night I was asked a question I've never really thought of, allowing one thought I never imagined to really sink in until that moment.
"What are you going to do to celebrate?"
To be honest, I really couldn't answer the question. I literally am staring 2.2 lbs in the face, saying, "I will lose you. Your end is near," but when asked how would I celebrate hitting goal, what would I do? Of course the Brooks Laich jersey is a MUST, planning to finally purchase my favorite NHL player's sweater to fit my smaller frame, in addition to donating my hair to Locks of Love (...though I'm scared to death to chop off what I've grown. I keep thinking, "it's for a child in need. My hair can grow back").
It honestly hadn't struck me that after 3 years of healthier eating, working out, watching my "diet" (I hate that word, because it really isn't one) food P's and Q's, ups, downs, countless trips to thrift shops and Goodwill for new-ish, last minute career clothes shopping, it's almost over.
Now, when I say, "it's over," I'm not talking about my weight loss journey being completely over (like a bad breakup or something). I'm not done; no, noooooo....
(I couldn't resist...) ;)
I still have goals to achieve, skin to tighten, muscle to gain, and of course maintain my current weight. I can promise you one thing, I'm not putting back on what I've lost ever again. (Not that amount anyway. When kids come, obviously some will go back on, but it won't be 100 lbs, that's for damn sure. And it will be the safe way; what's healthy for both momma and baby. And to answer that other question, NO, I'm not.)
But as for a celebration, I haven't really thought that far...
I've thought about going out to eat. Meh.
I've thrown around the idea of shopping, though I'm going weekend mostly out of necessity (and needed girl-time with a friend). Meh.
I just don't really think I will celebrate it. Yeah, it's pretty cool I've been able to get this off, that I've hit the 100 lb mark. But I'm still just the humble, "Aw, shucks," me. I did it for reasons that are still hard to explain without wanting to cry my eyes out, but I did it for me. For my health. For my future.
I can really, truly say that I've finally completed one goal I never thought would happen, but to celebrate it? Meh.
Maybe with signing up for a fourth 5K? Ok... but the search is on! Something different...Hmmm..
I at least can promise the happy dance from ordering my Brooksie jersey will be enough for us all. (You'll hear me screaming for joy from miles away...)
So, maybe soon enough that 2.2 lbs will be gone. Maybe I'll even be able to lose it by my birthday in a few weeks? That would make one pretty neat birthday gift to myself.
What I do know is that even though the "end" is near, this isn't the "end." Think a new route to an already pretty awesome ride; one ride that's helped me grow, mature, and in a way find who I am, all while getting healthy.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
(Semi) Wordless Wednesday
Happy Wednesday, folks!
I weighed-in twice just for good measure. Between running a little harder, and adding calories/eating them all, I'm 3.8 lbs down from last week. Plateau BUSTED.
...and to add to my happy dance celebration, I've finally kept a New Year's resolution, even if it is 7 months late... My goal for last year (2012) was to get into single-digit pants. I purchased this pair of dress pants over the weekend on a whim as something to work towards. Well, they fit this morning!
Phew! I'm baaaaaaack... :)
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Mind Games
First of all, I hope you had a fabulous and happy Independence Day (and that you still have all 10 of your digits left)! ;) It's a long weekend for me, as I took Friday off from work, and so far, despite a few rain drops, it's been wonderful!
Now the not-so-fun part...
I think I'm reaching a crossroads, one that has sort of snuck up on me. I hadn't fully expected to reach this point, even if it has been 3 years, where in order to lose more weight, I have to start toning and building muscle to burn the fat. In turn, I may lose more inches than pounds, but would start to shape and sculpt loose skin, among other things. As much as I hate to admit this, this was the portion of my journey I really wasn't looking forward to; I'm not an iron-pumping kind of girl. I'm more apt to be throwing bales of straw down from a hay mou, and loading bags of seed from the truck to the planter with my husband. (And quite honestly, I'm super intimidated and fearful of a gym for obvious reasons many folks face.)
When starting Couch to 5k, I honestly thought the weight would just fall right off; that my 4-pounds-to-go to hit my healthy weight range and personal goal would fast approach. I was finally becoming more active than I had been previously, as I hadn't been focusing on working out but more of my diet at the time. It would finally be that moment that what I thought would be the near-end to my journey, that it was finally over in a way. The end of one chapter, and the starting of a new...
(It also meant that once I reached 150, I could finally cut my hair and donate it to a child in need, and also get that much-anticipated me-to-me gift of a Brooks Laich jersey before next hockey season...)
Well... Guess what?
As I've previously wrote before, I'm facing my second plateau, one that's definitely testing my willpower, determination, and motivation. Instead of losing the remaining 4 pounds, I've gained 2 within the past month. (Regrettably, I haven't taken measurements during this journey, and I can't really report any changes in inches, just pounds. That has changed, though, thanks to MyFitnessPal's measurements feature.)
You're probably thinking, "Seriously Ash?! Two pounds? You're stressing over two pounds?"
Well, yeah, I am. Yes, I'm totally aware that I have lost 95 pounds, that I'm much better off than where I was 3 years ago, that I feel better, feel more energetic, and I just feel healthier and happier than previous. I have that confidence and self-esteem that I needed to gain, knowing that I can do this. But when you're down to the wire, you see that light at the end of the tunnel, you're counting ounces instead of pounds, it starts to matter, and wear on a person. And it really plays serious mind games.
I'm trying really hard not to stress it. I've been able to reach out to a few people in my circle of friends that have said this is totally normal. I did slightly expect to plateau around 5 pounds to go, but not like this, and certainly not to gain weight. I've had my moments this week with it, notably a sleepless night or two with a few tears; all certainly adding up to more stress and perhaps keeping the weight on, not helping to take it off.
It is highly possible that yes, I am in fact gaining muscle, as it's been said many times to me this week, "Muscle weighs more than fat." I am fully aware of that. I have noticed that my hips and belly have started to thin, that my legs are a little leaner, but through this journey, I've said it before that I haven't really noticed much difference in the mirror. I see myself every day. It's the scale where I see results.
I've been so weight-number focused for the past 3 years, adjusting my thinking is going to be difficult. Obviously the scale can't accurately portray where I've come from and how I'm doing now. I'm so impatient that I usually don't notice results in the mirror, but eventually I will. At least, I hope.
For now, I'm going to chug along. My eating habits have been as good as they've ever been. I haven't given in to too many temptations that present themselves, and when I did have that cookie, it was tracked, and it certainly wasn't every day. I'm already much further than I was a month ago in that aspect, let alone over the course of 3 years.
About a week ago, I adjusted my calorie intake from 1,330 to 1,550 per day, plus what I get from running or working out in hopes to lose again. That roughly shifts from losing 1 pound per week to 1/2 per week. It just could be that I wasn't getting enough nutrition and calories needed, as my body is working harder and now needs more to burn fat. I can already tell a difference in feeling better, so at least there's that, right?
Eventually this extra weight has to go somewhere. After all, at 175 I didn't think I could lose any more and here I am sitting mid-150's.
I'm hoping to shift my thinking, as this is a life-long journey, not just to arrive at a certain "weight" number and then stop. As I said earlier, I'm already more active than I've ever been, running for solid 1/2 hour increments, gaining much more distance and stamina over the past 7 weeks of C25K than I've ever ran in my entire life. That's progress, its just on a different scale! ;)
...and as reminder/PSA:
(Special shout-out and HUGE thank you to Dacia over at Run. Ride. Repeat. for all of the wonderful advice and listening to my rants, complaints, and plain ol' bitching with my plateau. You truly are an amazing person, and I am so thankful I have been able to get to know you through social media. You are truly an inspiration to me! I can't thank you enough!)
Now the not-so-fun part...
I think I'm reaching a crossroads, one that has sort of snuck up on me. I hadn't fully expected to reach this point, even if it has been 3 years, where in order to lose more weight, I have to start toning and building muscle to burn the fat. In turn, I may lose more inches than pounds, but would start to shape and sculpt loose skin, among other things. As much as I hate to admit this, this was the portion of my journey I really wasn't looking forward to; I'm not an iron-pumping kind of girl. I'm more apt to be throwing bales of straw down from a hay mou, and loading bags of seed from the truck to the planter with my husband. (And quite honestly, I'm super intimidated and fearful of a gym for obvious reasons many folks face.)
When starting Couch to 5k, I honestly thought the weight would just fall right off; that my 4-pounds-to-go to hit my healthy weight range and personal goal would fast approach. I was finally becoming more active than I had been previously, as I hadn't been focusing on working out but more of my diet at the time. It would finally be that moment that what I thought would be the near-end to my journey, that it was finally over in a way. The end of one chapter, and the starting of a new...
(It also meant that once I reached 150, I could finally cut my hair and donate it to a child in need, and also get that much-anticipated me-to-me gift of a Brooks Laich jersey before next hockey season...)
Well... Guess what?
As I've previously wrote before, I'm facing my second plateau, one that's definitely testing my willpower, determination, and motivation. Instead of losing the remaining 4 pounds, I've gained 2 within the past month. (Regrettably, I haven't taken measurements during this journey, and I can't really report any changes in inches, just pounds. That has changed, though, thanks to MyFitnessPal's measurements feature.)
You're probably thinking, "Seriously Ash?! Two pounds? You're stressing over two pounds?"
Well, yeah, I am. Yes, I'm totally aware that I have lost 95 pounds, that I'm much better off than where I was 3 years ago, that I feel better, feel more energetic, and I just feel healthier and happier than previous. I have that confidence and self-esteem that I needed to gain, knowing that I can do this. But when you're down to the wire, you see that light at the end of the tunnel, you're counting ounces instead of pounds, it starts to matter, and wear on a person. And it really plays serious mind games.
I'm trying really hard not to stress it. I've been able to reach out to a few people in my circle of friends that have said this is totally normal. I did slightly expect to plateau around 5 pounds to go, but not like this, and certainly not to gain weight. I've had my moments this week with it, notably a sleepless night or two with a few tears; all certainly adding up to more stress and perhaps keeping the weight on, not helping to take it off.
It is highly possible that yes, I am in fact gaining muscle, as it's been said many times to me this week, "Muscle weighs more than fat." I am fully aware of that. I have noticed that my hips and belly have started to thin, that my legs are a little leaner, but through this journey, I've said it before that I haven't really noticed much difference in the mirror. I see myself every day. It's the scale where I see results.
I've been so weight-number focused for the past 3 years, adjusting my thinking is going to be difficult. Obviously the scale can't accurately portray where I've come from and how I'm doing now. I'm so impatient that I usually don't notice results in the mirror, but eventually I will. At least, I hope.
For now, I'm going to chug along. My eating habits have been as good as they've ever been. I haven't given in to too many temptations that present themselves, and when I did have that cookie, it was tracked, and it certainly wasn't every day. I'm already much further than I was a month ago in that aspect, let alone over the course of 3 years.
About a week ago, I adjusted my calorie intake from 1,330 to 1,550 per day, plus what I get from running or working out in hopes to lose again. That roughly shifts from losing 1 pound per week to 1/2 per week. It just could be that I wasn't getting enough nutrition and calories needed, as my body is working harder and now needs more to burn fat. I can already tell a difference in feeling better, so at least there's that, right?
Eventually this extra weight has to go somewhere. After all, at 175 I didn't think I could lose any more and here I am sitting mid-150's.
I'm hoping to shift my thinking, as this is a life-long journey, not just to arrive at a certain "weight" number and then stop. As I said earlier, I'm already more active than I've ever been, running for solid 1/2 hour increments, gaining much more distance and stamina over the past 7 weeks of C25K than I've ever ran in my entire life. That's progress, its just on a different scale! ;)
...and as reminder/PSA:
(Special shout-out and HUGE thank you to Dacia over at Run. Ride. Repeat. for all of the wonderful advice and listening to my rants, complaints, and plain ol' bitching with my plateau. You truly are an amazing person, and I am so thankful I have been able to get to know you through social media. You are truly an inspiration to me! I can't thank you enough!)
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Opting Out...For Now...
Ugh.
That's really all I can say about my latest decision. I know it's for the better, at least temporarily, but I'm super bummed, as I was really looking forward to my "newest" adventure.
As much as it really sucks, I decided that while working through Couch to 5k, putting skate lessons on hold. is probably for the best. I don't want to kill myself between two activities (or at least in one of them). In addition, there are a few factors, none of which really made me comfortable, but I'm really trying to not use this as an excuse to not do it. (Man up, Ash. You got this...right? RIGHT?!)
Factor A: There was a STRONG possibility I would learn to skate with 6 year olds. (I can hear you laughing.)
I will keep you updated as to when lessons may begin in the Fall or Winter. Until then, I'll keep running and working toward other goals as another step in the path to this goal.
That's really all I can say about my latest decision. I know it's for the better, at least temporarily, but I'm super bummed, as I was really looking forward to my "newest" adventure.
As much as it really sucks, I decided that while working through Couch to 5k, putting skate lessons on hold. is probably for the best. I don't want to kill myself between two activities (or at least in one of them). In addition, there are a few factors, none of which really made me comfortable, but I'm really trying to not use this as an excuse to not do it. (Man up, Ash. You got this...right? RIGHT?!)
Factor A: There was a STRONG possibility I would learn to skate with 6 year olds. (I can hear you laughing.)
- This makes me insanely uncomfortable. At least in a class with other adults, we could laugh at each other when we fell. Having a six year old point and laugh as you bust your a## on the ice? I'll take a rain check... Even at my age, that can scar a person. (During the summer, obviously there aren't many students on campus, so there is a chance classes could be combined to make the most of lessons. In this instance, as classes are divided by skating ability in different levels, I seriously could have been mixed in with attendees anywhere from 6 year old kiddos to adults. It was a crap-shoot for the summer; one that I think I may just wait until the Fall or Winter semesters, depending upon my class schedule. At least then I quite possibly could learn to skate with someone nearer to my age.)
- ...especially when $45 race fees are nonrefundable, and I do have a goal to work towards. Have I mentioned before how clutzy and off-balance I am? No, no, I'm being serious... After my first season of winter guard as a 7th grader, my mom and dad both came up to me, and I quote, "Wow Ashley! I can't believe you were so...so.... graceful!? That couldn't have been you... Really, who'd you pay to put in your place?" (You can still ask my mother about it. She will be glad to attest...) I'm also known as that girl that falls up stairs. That takes real talent, folks. ;)
- I'm getting much better as I grow up and mature as an adult, facing fears both personally and professionally (*ahem* public speaking), but I used to be the worst at social situations. I get reaaaaalllly nervous when trying something new, something I haven't done before, in a new environment, around people I haven't met before, especially if it's something that requires a certain skill set. I'm not confident in myself (see blog #1) and I always feel like I have something to prove, if I'm going all in. If I don't, I'll fail, so why chance it? Just take the safe way out and run. Fast. Of course this is something that has changed for the better through this weight loss journey and I'm thankful for that. But my fear of being in a group, not with a personal trainer or someone one-on-one isn't something I'm comfortable with as much as I'd like to be, so of course I need to give myself another pep talk or two before diving in.
- A winter or two ago, I skated (more like hobbled) during an open skate at Pepsi Coliseum in Indy, as it was deserted. Can't make a fool of myself too much if I'm the only one on the ice in the entire arena, right?! I was sore for 3 days. THREE DAYS! For just 20 minutes of hobbl-err, skating. It is my hope, that with C25K and running, I can build some muscle-base in my legs so that I will have better stability, balance, and general comfort when learning to skate. I'm obviously going to be using my legs (a lot) so this to me is something that is a great first step that's needed. (I'm no genius, but have you seen some of the legs of hockey players?! Yeah...about that...)
I will keep you updated as to when lessons may begin in the Fall or Winter. Until then, I'll keep running and working toward other goals as another step in the path to this goal.
Monday, July 1, 2013
C25K Race Recap: Fireworks 5k
As I wrap up Week 6 of C25K, let me first say how incredible it feels to know I've come this far in 6 weeks. Just 6 weeks! I've honestly never really felt as if running was beneficial before, more like a form of torture, however I feel almost as if I can do anything now after the progress I've made. To be honest, I still can't believe I don't hate running, and that I'm actually really, really enjoying it. I've found after rough or emotional days, I want to go out and run; pound pavement until all of the stress or bad feelings go away. It's really amazing what it's done for me.
Now the real reason for this post: I'm officially a 5k survivor...and I can't wait for more! I can proudly sit here and say/type, that yes, I have completed my first ever 5k, nerves and all, and loved every minute of it!
Before the race, I was nervous (see last blog post), but honestly as soon as the gun went off, everything faded and adrenaline took over. Much of the pre-race jitters I had were due to not feeling as if I was cut out for it; my training only took me across some minor hills on country roads, not twist, turns, and major hills that I would experience during this 5k, and also that I haven't done this before. Fear of the unknown is not my friend.
Week 6, Runs 1 and 2 leading up to the 5k actually weren't too bad, which gave me a bit more confidence than I had the night before the race. Run 1 was a bit of a refresher from Week 5, running for 5 minutes, walking for 3 minutes, running for 8 minutes, walking for 3 minutes, then running for 5 minutes, as well as a walking warm up and cool down. I completed Run 1 covering 3.06 miles over 34:56. Run 2 consisted of running for 10 minutes, walking for 3 minutes to recover, the running for another 10, and included a warm up and cool down walk. I completed 2.71 miles for a duration of 33:37, a little slower than Run 1, however it was also hotter. I completely expected that, however I was able to keep a pace of 12:25 min/mi, which I'm perfectly comfortable with.
Run 3 was race day; the Fireworks 5k in Richmond, benefiting the city's fireworks fund for July 4th festivities. I was able to check in early, hang out for a bit, calm (or make worse) my nerves, and take in all happenings. They had several booths set up for the 5k, including those of military branches representing and recruiting, a local fitness center with activities folks could join in on, as well as the gym's cafe making smoothies, homemade granola, and other healthy goodies. I picked up my race packet and chip, headed back to the car to get ready, putting on my number (below) and tie my timing and scoring chip to my shoe. (Side note: As a motorsports junkie, one who's been lucky enough to spend time at tracks with family-friends who race or have raced, I totally felt like a goof at that moment, realizing the chip was, for lack of better terms, my transponder. Seriously, I'm a nerd.)
I was able to meet up with my friend Erin, before the race, who was walking the 5k with several of her friends and coworkers. It was a great comfort knowing someone else at the 5k, along with one of my former coworker's mom, who I ran in to before the start. Erin was a little nervous going into this too, so it helped that we both shared concerns and fears prior to the start of the race, as well as catching up. It definitely helped ease the fears I had, so thank you Erin!
My initial plan was to run the race as best I could, as far as I could, while listening to my body and judging if or when I needed to walk, since I'm technically not finished with the Couch to 5k program. The last thing I wanted to do was injure myself. Or die. ;)
The plan was to run just as I would for Run 3 of Week 6: warm up-walk for 5 minutes, run for 25 minutes, and cool down-walk for 5 minutes, trying to pace myself. At the start, I did walk the first 5 minutes warming up, and I believe that was a plan that worked for the best. Results from the race showed that there were over 550 runners and walkers, and things bunched up pretty quickly at the start. The 5 minute walk was brisk of course, but it allowed me to clear my own space and for several people in our general area to spread out, allowing me to do my own thing. At the end of my 5-minute warm up walk, I yelled over to Erin I'd see her at the finish line, and I was off!
(At the start of my run, and I'm not sure who all was involved as regretfully I didn't look back, I had a group of ladies shout for me, giving me encouragement, yelling "Go Ashley!" Whoever it was, thank you! That really gave me a HUGE boost of confidence, and meant a lot to me!)
The start of my run took me down a hill, a turn to the right, and on to North Dr., the main road along the back part of the park, down to the intersection of Elks Rd. This part of North Dr., after the hill, was primarily flat. Once I got to Elks Rd., they had us turn around and head back, but taking the split to the right at the hill I ran down previously. I hit Mile Marker 1 on North Dr., shortly before the split, at 12:55. At this point, I had started to settle into a bit of a pace, just kind of cruising and taking in the scenery. (The park where the 5k is held is absolutely beautiful (and shaded!), and I wasn't about to not breathe in the outdoors!)
As we rounded the back part of the park, and after the "valley" of North Dr., about half-way between Mile 1 and Mile 2 was Buffalo Hill. Now let me preface this by saying that Buffalo Hill was all I heard about during the pre-race festivities; "Beware Buffalo Hill," among other choice phrases and curses. It was intimidating, as many had said that as you're cruising up the hill, you don't really feel it until you almost hit the top, then you die. I can honestly that's exactly how I felt, and it wasn't really joyful. I didn't once stop to walk the hill, and I think that also gave me a bit of a boost afterwards, but half-way up, I certainly started to feel it. Luckily after Buffalo Hill, we saw both a small downward slope, Mile Marker 2, and a water station. Well played. (My body and thirst thanks you for that, race officials.) Mile 2, I ran in 11:59, but unfortunately at this point I started to feel some ankle pain in both ankles. I'm still not sure from what, or if maybe I was just stomping too hard from excitement?
At the 2 1/2 mile-ish point, we wound our way out onto US Highway 40 along the sidewalk. If at anytime I could've felt self-conscious, now was it. Since we weren't running ON US 40, it wasn't closed down for the race, and naturally people driving by into Richmond started gawking. Slightly awkward, but I wasn't on the highway for long, as we turned back to the left and into the main entrance of the park, along the waterfall-lined drive, towards the band shell and Glen Miller Park Lake (complete with geese staring at us... Insert my, "Stop looking at me, swan," movie quote here. I hope you got that.)
After rounding the pond, approaching the 3.1 mile start/finish line, you wind back to the right, and up a hill. UP. Convenient, right? Especially when I should be running out of gas, so-to-speak. I'm honestly still not sure where this burst of energy came from, whether it be adrenaline, excitement, relief I'm ALMOST done, or what, but I started hauling the mail in a dead sprint towards the finish line.
My goal was to complete the 5k sub-40, and I honestly was a little bummed crossing the line at 40:02 (more on that in a sec), but I was so completely relieved, because I just ran 2.75-ish miles. Solid. Complete.
Without.
Freaking.
Stopping.
(No EMTs were needed, or collapsing and requiring CPR.)
I'm pretty much still on Cloud 9 at this point. The only issues I have today is a slight left hip pain and sore left back muscle, however I feel really good! I didn't get a chance to stretch after the race, so it may be from that, but I plan to stretch really good tonight, and keep working the stiffness out of my hip. My left ankle was also a little sore this morning, however as the day progressed, I haven't had any issues and the soreness is gone. We will definitely see how I feel during tomorrow's run.
All in all, I'm thrilled that I took the opportunity to run the Fireworks 5k, and I really can't wait until the next one! The terrain was a little rough, something I wasn't used to, as again, what I've trained on isn't anything but flat, however for what the race consisted of, I'm ecstatic! So much so, I'm giving serious thought to running a 5k Thursday, July 4, nearby, however I'm starting to lean towards sitting it out, especially with my hip and ankle soreness. That call will probably come that morning.
Now, back to my finishing time. As an airhead (I have my moments...), you know how the time clock starts when the race begins? Yes, I crossed at 40:02, and yes the image from Runtastic below says 40:22, (I forgot to stop my timing after the race, more concerned with getting the chip off of my shoe and turned in) but your time doesn't start until you cross the mat, hence the scoring chip (or transponder, teehee).
My official race time? 39:10.
I did finish sub-40 :)
Now the real reason for this post: I'm officially a 5k survivor...and I can't wait for more! I can proudly sit here and say/type, that yes, I have completed my first ever 5k, nerves and all, and loved every minute of it!
Before the race, I was nervous (see last blog post), but honestly as soon as the gun went off, everything faded and adrenaline took over. Much of the pre-race jitters I had were due to not feeling as if I was cut out for it; my training only took me across some minor hills on country roads, not twist, turns, and major hills that I would experience during this 5k, and also that I haven't done this before. Fear of the unknown is not my friend.
Week 6, Runs 1 and 2 leading up to the 5k actually weren't too bad, which gave me a bit more confidence than I had the night before the race. Run 1 was a bit of a refresher from Week 5, running for 5 minutes, walking for 3 minutes, running for 8 minutes, walking for 3 minutes, then running for 5 minutes, as well as a walking warm up and cool down. I completed Run 1 covering 3.06 miles over 34:56. Run 2 consisted of running for 10 minutes, walking for 3 minutes to recover, the running for another 10, and included a warm up and cool down walk. I completed 2.71 miles for a duration of 33:37, a little slower than Run 1, however it was also hotter. I completely expected that, however I was able to keep a pace of 12:25 min/mi, which I'm perfectly comfortable with.
Run 3 was race day; the Fireworks 5k in Richmond, benefiting the city's fireworks fund for July 4th festivities. I was able to check in early, hang out for a bit, calm (or make worse) my nerves, and take in all happenings. They had several booths set up for the 5k, including those of military branches representing and recruiting, a local fitness center with activities folks could join in on, as well as the gym's cafe making smoothies, homemade granola, and other healthy goodies. I picked up my race packet and chip, headed back to the car to get ready, putting on my number (below) and tie my timing and scoring chip to my shoe. (Side note: As a motorsports junkie, one who's been lucky enough to spend time at tracks with family-friends who race or have raced, I totally felt like a goof at that moment, realizing the chip was, for lack of better terms, my transponder. Seriously, I'm a nerd.)
I was able to meet up with my friend Erin, before the race, who was walking the 5k with several of her friends and coworkers. It was a great comfort knowing someone else at the 5k, along with one of my former coworker's mom, who I ran in to before the start. Erin was a little nervous going into this too, so it helped that we both shared concerns and fears prior to the start of the race, as well as catching up. It definitely helped ease the fears I had, so thank you Erin!
My initial plan was to run the race as best I could, as far as I could, while listening to my body and judging if or when I needed to walk, since I'm technically not finished with the Couch to 5k program. The last thing I wanted to do was injure myself. Or die. ;)
The plan was to run just as I would for Run 3 of Week 6: warm up-walk for 5 minutes, run for 25 minutes, and cool down-walk for 5 minutes, trying to pace myself. At the start, I did walk the first 5 minutes warming up, and I believe that was a plan that worked for the best. Results from the race showed that there were over 550 runners and walkers, and things bunched up pretty quickly at the start. The 5 minute walk was brisk of course, but it allowed me to clear my own space and for several people in our general area to spread out, allowing me to do my own thing. At the end of my 5-minute warm up walk, I yelled over to Erin I'd see her at the finish line, and I was off!
(At the start of my run, and I'm not sure who all was involved as regretfully I didn't look back, I had a group of ladies shout for me, giving me encouragement, yelling "Go Ashley!" Whoever it was, thank you! That really gave me a HUGE boost of confidence, and meant a lot to me!)
The start of my run took me down a hill, a turn to the right, and on to North Dr., the main road along the back part of the park, down to the intersection of Elks Rd. This part of North Dr., after the hill, was primarily flat. Once I got to Elks Rd., they had us turn around and head back, but taking the split to the right at the hill I ran down previously. I hit Mile Marker 1 on North Dr., shortly before the split, at 12:55. At this point, I had started to settle into a bit of a pace, just kind of cruising and taking in the scenery. (The park where the 5k is held is absolutely beautiful (and shaded!), and I wasn't about to not breathe in the outdoors!)
As we rounded the back part of the park, and after the "valley" of North Dr., about half-way between Mile 1 and Mile 2 was Buffalo Hill. Now let me preface this by saying that Buffalo Hill was all I heard about during the pre-race festivities; "Beware Buffalo Hill," among other choice phrases and curses. It was intimidating, as many had said that as you're cruising up the hill, you don't really feel it until you almost hit the top, then you die. I can honestly that's exactly how I felt, and it wasn't really joyful. I didn't once stop to walk the hill, and I think that also gave me a bit of a boost afterwards, but half-way up, I certainly started to feel it. Luckily after Buffalo Hill, we saw both a small downward slope, Mile Marker 2, and a water station. Well played. (My body and thirst thanks you for that, race officials.) Mile 2, I ran in 11:59, but unfortunately at this point I started to feel some ankle pain in both ankles. I'm still not sure from what, or if maybe I was just stomping too hard from excitement?
At the 2 1/2 mile-ish point, we wound our way out onto US Highway 40 along the sidewalk. If at anytime I could've felt self-conscious, now was it. Since we weren't running ON US 40, it wasn't closed down for the race, and naturally people driving by into Richmond started gawking. Slightly awkward, but I wasn't on the highway for long, as we turned back to the left and into the main entrance of the park, along the waterfall-lined drive, towards the band shell and Glen Miller Park Lake (complete with geese staring at us... Insert my, "Stop looking at me, swan," movie quote here. I hope you got that.)
After rounding the pond, approaching the 3.1 mile start/finish line, you wind back to the right, and up a hill. UP. Convenient, right? Especially when I should be running out of gas, so-to-speak. I'm honestly still not sure where this burst of energy came from, whether it be adrenaline, excitement, relief I'm ALMOST done, or what, but I started hauling the mail in a dead sprint towards the finish line.
My goal was to complete the 5k sub-40, and I honestly was a little bummed crossing the line at 40:02 (more on that in a sec), but I was so completely relieved, because I just ran 2.75-ish miles. Solid. Complete.
Without.
Freaking.
Stopping.
(No EMTs were needed, or collapsing and requiring CPR.)
I'm pretty much still on Cloud 9 at this point. The only issues I have today is a slight left hip pain and sore left back muscle, however I feel really good! I didn't get a chance to stretch after the race, so it may be from that, but I plan to stretch really good tonight, and keep working the stiffness out of my hip. My left ankle was also a little sore this morning, however as the day progressed, I haven't had any issues and the soreness is gone. We will definitely see how I feel during tomorrow's run.
All in all, I'm thrilled that I took the opportunity to run the Fireworks 5k, and I really can't wait until the next one! The terrain was a little rough, something I wasn't used to, as again, what I've trained on isn't anything but flat, however for what the race consisted of, I'm ecstatic! So much so, I'm giving serious thought to running a 5k Thursday, July 4, nearby, however I'm starting to lean towards sitting it out, especially with my hip and ankle soreness. That call will probably come that morning.
Now, back to my finishing time. As an airhead (I have my moments...), you know how the time clock starts when the race begins? Yes, I crossed at 40:02, and yes the image from Runtastic below says 40:22, (I forgot to stop my timing after the race, more concerned with getting the chip off of my shoe and turned in) but your time doesn't start until you cross the mat, hence the scoring chip (or transponder, teehee).
My official race time? 39:10.
I did finish sub-40 :)
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