Archive for June, 2007

Ah, Monday morning. Don’t you just love it? I can hear the moans and groans right now. I feel ya. Last night was probably one of the most horrible sleeping nights ever. I just couldn’t sleep. It could’ve been a multitude of things. Viking tossing and turning from having his paw wrapped (I ended up taking it off only to have him continuously lick it…he got kicked out of the room at midnight), having run too late, thinking about David leaving on his business trip today, thinking about school, thinking about whether I was to run or bike today, and the anxiety of knowing I was to wake up at 4:30am and it was going to be Monday. So out of all of those I’m sure my body had a reason why it wanted to stay up. But I still got up at 4:30am with David to see him off and then I immediately went out for a run. I feel good but I know by 7pm this evening I will be done. To add onto that I was planning on staying after work to do some videotaping for school. That may just have to wait until tomorrow. Not only will I be tired but the kids will have been home all day by themselves and I’m sure they’ll be hungry.

I have to share some good news with you. I ran 2 miles this morning…my furthest thus far. Woot! Thanks to David pushing me last night, I made some significant steps within the past 24 hours. He didn’t let me stop when I wanted to and kept encouraging me when I felt I couldn’t go any further. But this morning I did the same thing as last night then some and felt better. Basically my entire route is the same but I’m running more of it with less, if any, breaks. I am thrilled about it.

Hope everyone has a Marvelous Monday!

Rise and shine! Only 2 more work days this week. As of yesterday Sue has decided to run in the evenings due to her schedule. That leaves me in the morning with Ironman David. It’s all good though because he pushes me harder and doesn’t even know it. He always starts with me and keeps a good pace then when I have to stop for a moment he’s gone. That just pushes me to catch up…which will never happen. I must say it’s harder for me to run alone due to the sound factor. I like to hear a little more than just myself breathing and feet hitting the ground. So I busted out the mental MP3 player today. Yes, you read right. I just sing to myself in my mind. People may think I’m crazy for doing this but no one knows what I’m thinking or doing in my mind. And trust me, it kept me going. A little Scissor Sisters (I don’t feel like dancing….), Kanye West (God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down…..The only thing that I pray is that me feet don’t fail me now), Israel Kamakawiwo’ole (Somewhere over the rainbow…), then back to Scissor Sisters (She’s my man…) Hmmm…wonder what my mind will have in store for tomorrow. We’ll have to see.

I had a realization the other day. Maybe not a realization but more an observation. When we lived on base I would try to go swim laps in the morning. And for some reason it just didn’t go all that well. I just figured it was because I was out of shape. Which was probably true to a certain extent. However, I was taking a shower the other day and put my face under the water and found that I had to move my face immediately out of the water. It’s almost as though I was claustrophobic or scared of being under water, like when I was real young. Oh, maybe this is why swimming didn’t go so well. I guess this has been going on for awhile, but I never thought about it before. The thing is that this is totally weird to me because I was basically a fish when I was a kid. If there was a pool, I was in it. And then I was even on the swim team. What happened? I didn’t have anything traumatic happen. Actually, I did, but that was way long ago, even before I was an avid swimmer. Someone tried to hold me under water and I couldn’t get out. Maybe it does just come down to being out of shape with my lungs no longer up to par. But I don’t know about attempting to make them back up to par…I don’t really like that suffocation feeling, if you know what I mean. I guess I’m not really making a point here but like I said, it’s just an observation I had…my how things change as you age.

So if you’ve read any of my posts in the past month you know that I’ve attempted to run and surprisingly have succeeded in my attempt. And more than likely people are probably sick of hearing about it. But as expected I have found my life changed wanting or mostly even needing to have that run in my day, so my life has become very “involved” with this new hobby. As time goes on I’ve also been trying to educate myself. I’ve picked up a magazine and have looked at books here and there. I figure if I’m going to do this, I better do it right.

So I was reading the magazine yesterday and it’s talking about how whatever you eat the night before truly affects how your body reacts to the run the next morning. Shoot! Did I feel that this morning. It was kind of a free for all weekend when it came to food mostly because our schedules were out of whack. Yesterday when we went to the shower I waited to eat lunch because I knew salads were to be served. We didn’t eat until approximately 3pm and then there was Aunt Tonya cake. I CAN’T pass up Aunt Tonya cake. So by the time I got home I was still full while David was hungry. In the end I didn’t have dinner last night.

I also slept horribly last night. I’m not sure if it was because of my weekend diet, the anxiety of knowing I was to get up early, knowing I had to work today, tight muscles, or what. The actual run today was fine but then I got home and I about died. I haven’t felt that bad since the first day I ran. The kind where you just want to lay on your back and pass out. Where the sweat keeps coming, you feel dizzy and all. Once again I figure it’s because my diet was out of whack this weekend and I was having a bit of dehydration/hypoglycemia. Not sure. I got a small glass of Gatorade and some crackers into me and now I’m doing great and ready to take on the world. Isn’t it amazing how the body works?