Will Run for Wine

My 2nd 5K (but the first one that I felt like running!) was called The Hair of the Dog 5K and began and ended at the Silver Decoy Winery in Robbinsville, NJ. It benefited various dog rescue organizations. Bestie and I made shirts for this one too:

Dear spare tire: please go away!

I think May 20th will probably go down as one of the most beautiful spring days in history. There was hardly a cloud in the sky, there was a lovely breeze, and the temp was hovering somewhere around 70F. The event was huge compared to my first 5K, there was about 900 people participating in the race. Some were walking, some were running, some were walking or running with their dogs. The backdrop was simply lovely:

The race was due to start at 10am on Sunday. Saturday we had driven there to make sure of where it was (about an hour away) and to pick up our race packets, but we still got there at 8:40am on Sunday, just to make sure. This was my first race using a chip timer (the angle of this shot makes my ankle look huge!):

And we just wanted to make sure we had done everything right. We also wanted to make sure that we were there for the community warm-up they had on the schedule. That was really great. The leader wore a mic and took us through some simple stretches and knee lifts and the like. The only part I didn’t participate in were the jumping jacks. I was afraid if I did those, I’d be too tired for the race, for pete’s sake!

The start line was crazy. We went to what we thought was the back and looked behind us after a few minutes and realized it had become the middle. I was nervous about running with so many other people, but honestly my main thought was “surely with all these people I won’t come in last this time!” The gun went off and people started crossing the start line. Bestie jogged to it, but I figured I’d save my energy and walk until we hit the start. The feeling of excitement was pretty palpable, I had some adrenaline going as we got started, navigating around the people with dogs (and this one small boy who kept crossing directly in front of me–where were his people, anyway??). After I had found my stride and a spot on the road and settled in for a bit, I pushed the button on my iPod Nano (it has Nike+) and it told me I was running at a 10 minute mile pace! What? I decided to slow down and let bestie go ahead if she wanted to, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep that pace up and I didn’t want to run out of gas early on. I’m still only running about a 13 minute mile normally.

This time, though, bestie stayed pretty much in my sights. The beginning of the course was on a regular (blocked off) two lane road through rural homes. It was pretty flat with some sneaky grades. The first water station was just a ways after the turn around cone. It was crowded (Bestie said she didn’t stop because it was so crowded, but ended up wishing she had.), but I squeezed in and grabbed a cup off the table and had a sip. Back down that part of that same stretch of road I went. This was not nearly as demoralizing as my first 5K because although people had gotten to the turn around before me and passed me on their way back, there were plenty of people that I passed in the opposite direction after I had made the turn around. Also, it wasn’t a true out and back because we took a side road through a swanky housing development. At this point I was starting to feel like I really needed some water. I hadn’t drank the whole cup just took a few sips at the water station. My mouth was so dry my tongue was sticking to the roof my my mouth. But I tried to focus on my pace and my breathing. I walked off and on here, but I tried to keep my walks really short. There were people from the houses out on their font lawns with their kids cheering us on, that was really nice to see!

As we came off the side road I could tell we were back on the road that the winery was on. I was feeling kind of low just then. I really think it was just not having water. They truly could have used one more water station than they had. But I knew we were almost there. I couldn’t see bestie anymore, but I didn’t think she was too far ahead of me. There was a girl nearby who seemed to be at about my level so I focused on keeping up with her. The last .1 mile was on the grass straight through the grape vines. I’d never run on grass before and I thought I would be worried about ruts and holes, but as soon as I saw the finish clock in the distance, I gunned it! Whatever I had left took me to the finish line. I finished with my best time ever 41:30.21. And that’s counting all the training runs. I do know that this is a very slow time, but I can improve on that, I’m just horribly excited that my race time exceeded even my training. Oh, and I wasn’t last! I wasn’t even close to last. Bestie came in about 2 minutes ahead of me.

And now I get to look ahead and set new goals. I’m done racing until after the summer heat. I don’t do well in the heat at all. And if I got dehydrated at 73F or so…

All in all, this was a lovely day! We spent a couple of hours at the festival afterward, had some wine, had some beer, laid around on the grass being proud of ourselves and already planning our next adventure.:

If It’s Not One 5K it’s Another

Since the last time I talked to all of you, I’ve run two 5K races! Two very different experiences, and I learned  a lot from both. The first 5K was May 5th and it was a run to support a local center that supports families who have children on the autism spectrum. It was a small run, but I guess I didn’t really fully grasp how small it was until my 2nd 5K. There were about 50 runners. The course was at a park I’d been going to since I was just a wee one, but I’d only run there once before. It started at 8am on a muggy, foggy, pollen-heavy day. I hadn’t been feeling so great since the Wednesday before, and, in fact, I had stayed home sick from work on Friday. But bestie and I had trained and planned, we had made our own matching running shirts, for pete’s sake. She was so excited. I had to push it. I figured it was only about an hour out of my life altogether, surely even running while ill would be tolerable for 45 minutes or so, right?

Well I’m not dead, so I guess it was tolerable, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. I was having a hard time getting enough oxygen right from the start. I plodded along while everyone, and I do mean everyone, passed me. It was an out and back, so first I watched everyone pass me, and then I watched them all run by me again in the other direction. (Note to self: avoid out and backs.) This did little for either my confidence or my desire to keep going. What helped with both was the fact that as they ran by me they cheered me on: “Keep going! You can do it! You’re almost there!” I took a drink at the water station at the halfway point and seriously considered stopping. But I’m not a quitter…and the car was on the other side of the lake. I walked a lot….slowly, too, trying to suck in some oxygen. The air felt wet and heavy. My legs felt like lead weights. I lost sight of bestie around some bends. I really hadn’t ever felt so discouraged, not even when I first started running. Probably about a quarter mile from the finish line I saw two ladies running in my direction. They had come back to get me! They ran the whole race and then came back to get me because they thought I might need some encouragement. They slowed themselves to my pace and ran the rest of the way with me. They talked to me about their first 5ks and encouraged me all the way to the finish line. Just before the finish line bestie appeared and crossed with me.

I felt sick and horrid, but proud to be part of the kind of community where two people would come back for a person they didn’t even know!  It took me over 48 minutes to go that 3.1 miles, and it wasn’t at all the way I had wanted my first race to go, but I learned a lot about my abilities and about the community of which I am now a part.

When I went to the doctor the Monday after the race, it turned out I had a sinus infection and bronchitis. So that horrid feeling? Not all in my head!

The second 5Know that was a totally different ball game, I’ll write about that next.

Quick Training Update

I have to write a post on Stevia, but I forgot to take my pictures this morning, so that might have to wait for tomorrow. But since my very first 5K is on Saturday, I thought I would give you a training/healing update.

Whatever my chiropractor did to my back on Friday, added to the fact that it was already feeling a lot better, made it feel almost back to normal! So I was excited to train this weekend (while still being careful to listen to what my back had to say about the whole thing).

Saturday morning I met bestie at the gym and we did 45 minutes on the elliptical. This was a huge progress point for me since January when I started this process, because back then, the elliptical easily defeated me. 20 minutes and my thighs were screaming and I stopped, and we really had focused on the treadmill. The elliptical told me that I did 3.1 miles in 30 minutes when I started cooling down, and by the end of the 45 minutes it said I had done just over 4 miles. Good stuff!

Then on Sunday we went to the park where our 5k is going to be on Saturday.

We didn’t have a course map, but we thought we could get a feel for the terrain, elevations and temperatures. We did the 5K in 45 minutes. That’s slow, I know, but aside from the fact that I’m a hella slow runner, there were a lot of people on the trails to negotiate and a bit after halfway I started to really wish I could lose my top layer. Too hot Lo is an unhappy even slower Lo, for reals! Still, I’m kind of expecting that to be about my time on Saturday, and I’ve decided to be OK with that. In fact, as long as we cross the line at some point before the timers leave, I’ll be very proud of myself. I’ll worry about getting faster after I cross this hurdle.

This morning I did the weight circuit for the first time since my back injury. I did everything at 50% of what I had been doing it pre-injury. That went great as far as my back is concerned, but it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. I guess that’s a good thing. I’ll mention it to my chiro on Wednesday and see what he says I can try.

Tonight bestie and I are decorating our shirts that we are going to wear during the race. That should be a good time.

And this morning I signed up for our next 5K, May 20th.

Woot Woot!

Weighing Things

I feel like I know myself fairly well at this point in my life. I know what motivates me and what doesn’t.

Being angry at myself does NOT motivate me and push me to work harder. I know it works like that for some people, but not for me. Publicly flogging myself does not often motivate me (although it’s probably necessary from time to time). For me, if I can pull something, anything, that I can truly call a success, no matter how small, no matter how insignificant it might seem, or how much I have to stretch to get there, THAT motivates me.

Right now, while I’m injured, I have decided that I’m not going to do weekly weigh-ins here on my blog. Note that I am not saying that I have given in to eating like crap every day and given up trying to get back running and dancing. I also did not say I was not stepping on the scale.

What I need to focus on right now is taking care of my injury and slowly getting back to the gym and to the activities that I love, as soon as my body is ready. I have to be willing to be gentle with my body and take things slow, maybe even take two steps back after I feel like I’ve taken one step forward. I don’t want to focus on my weight right now, publicly. Mainly because I think it’s inevitable that with my sudden and dramatic decrease in activity I’m going to gain back some weight. I know I can deal with that when I get fully back from my injury, because I was doing it before and I’ll do it again. For now, if I can pretty much maintain (+ or – 3 pounds) and heal, that’s enough for me.

Plans may change, of course, if I have to go a very long period without being able to truly get back to my fitness plan. IF that occurs I’ll have to really rethink my diet and eating all over again, and I will share that…but I really don’t anticipate that.

Feel free to comment if you think that I’m making the wrong choice here. I value your opinions!

I’m Comin’ Back: Post 1

One of what will probably be an endless stream of whining and feeling sorry for myself interspersed with small moments of joy. Just kidding, I hope it’s not like that at all.

Let’s see. Last night I went to line dancing…just to watch, right? Do you believe that? That is what I meant to do, but then I thought “I’ll try just this one….” Honestly I didn’t dance very much and what I did, I did very gingerly for sure. No swinging hips (that hurts!), no stomping (too scared!). It was good and bad at the same time. Good because it felt right to be back there, but bad because I absolutely hated sitting out dances that I know and love. I iced a bit while we were there and took an Aleve when I got home just before I went to bed.

This morning I did 30 minutes of run/walk intervals, 3 on, 3 off as recommended. That went really well! In fact, my bestie and I covered very close to the same distance (her 1.98 miles me 1.96 miles) and she ran for longer stretches. So at least now I’m confident that I’d still be able to finish a 5k before the timers go home, even if I have to do intervals.

Thank you for your encouragement yesterday, I really needed it just then.

You Can Totally Fake it: My Take on Zumba and Dancing for Fitness.

I’ve been to a Zumba class twice now, in two different locations, and with two different teachers. The class last month was a class for all levels. The class I went to last night was specifically a Beginners’ Zumba class. Both were great, but I have to say, I felt more comfortable in the beginner class for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is that I’m a beginner.

But let’s start with what Zumba is, for those who haven’t taken a class yet:

Are you ready to party yourself into shape? That’s exactly what the Zumba® program is all about. It’s an exhilarating, effective, easy-to-follow, Latin-inspired, calorie-burning dance fitness-party™ that’s moving millions of people toward joy and health.

Years ago now, when I was attending a different gym that does not even exist anymore they had a sort of hip hop dance class. Man I loved that class and that teacher. In fact, when they stopped offering that class, I stopped going to that gym. In that particular class the teacher would pick a piece of popular dance music and each week we’d learn a  part of the dance and add it to the part we learned the week before. Then we had a whole routine and we would do it for a few classes and then start a new one. I have always admired dancers and their work ethic, but as “the fat kid” I never felt like I could be a part of that world. (That’s a whole different post: Fat as a self-fulfilling prophecy.) This class made me feel like I was a little bit a part of it. It was great!

In neither of my experiences at Zumba did everyone in the class start out learning just a piece of the dance and put it together as the class progressed. The instructors seem to have special training to keep you moving while showing you the steps. Both of them had little ways to grab your attention to show you that you were going to be changing direction or adding something new. They had created the dance and you complete it from the beginning to end. Both instructors emphasized that you could do low-impact or high impact and showed both the moves. The teacher at my beginner class last night, however, emphasized over and over again that the point was to keep moving, it didn’t matter what you looked like or if you got the step wrong or went in the wrong direction. Having fun and moving around was what mattered most. There were short breaks in between songs/dances to give you a chance to sip some water and use your sweat towel, but other than that, it was an hour of non-stop dancing–with both a warm up and a cool down dance.

I have to admit that this format was a bit hard for me to accept at first. I want to do the dance well, like in line dancing. I like having things broken down into steps for me and I like knowing what’s coming next. That all will come in time with Zumba, especially if I keep attending classes with the same teacher. And I found that when I really made myself let go of perfectionism I started having a lot more fun.

And while I am comparing Zumba with line dancing…one thing about line dancing is that it is really focused on the movement of your legs and feet. Nobody tells you what you are supposed to be doing with your arms at any given time–unless you are supposed to be clapping. Now, some people are seemingly naturals at this. I watch certain people at line dancing and everything they do with their upper body seems so at ease. But for me, it’s hard to coordinate moving my arms and legs at the same time, and everything I do with my arms seems either awkward or forced. I’m working on it.

At Zumba, because it is geared toward fitness, you need to be willing to move your whole body. There are as many moves with your arms as there are with your legs. I could feel my arms getting a workout from working against their own weight, which was awesome. Now, I feel like the majority of the time I was just swinging my arms around like elephant trunks, but I didn’t hit anybody, so…PROGRESS!  I wore a tank top and it took a bit of mental coaching for me to get over the shyness of having my arm flub waving around. But I kept telling myself that the more I waved it around, the faster it would go away.

Another thing that helped with that, and something I really liked about the Beginner class (besides its small size) was the fact that there were no mirrors in the room. Our instructor said the choice to have no mirrors was very much on purpose. People get too caught up in either watching themselves to see if they are doing things correctly or (me) watching themselves and getting really self-conscious. If I’m going to be honest, the other Zumba class I attended did not have mirrors either, but that was because it was in a fire hall and was not a purposeful decision.

If you are thinking you’d be too embarrassed to try dancing in front of an entire class of people, think again. I honestly cannot tell you what one other person in that class beside the instructor was doing for that entire hour. I was much too focused on the instructor, the beat of the music, and moving my body to be worried or even to notice what anyone else was doing. And I think it is highly likely that it is the same way for everyone. I left the class sweating and smiling, and I’d say that’s the highest praise you can give a workout, don’t you think?

All in all, regardless of what you think your level of coordination is, I recommend trying a Zumba class, and trying to find one that is for beginners.  If fast-paced Latin (and sometimes popular dance) music isn’t up your alley, why not try country line dancing, or take a salsa or ballroom dancing class? Let me know if you give it a shot, I’d love to hear how it went for you.

Let me know if you have questions about Zumba that I didn’t answer here, I’ll do my best to tell you about what I experienced. If you’ve taken Zumba or other dance classes, what did you feel they add to your workout regime?

Monday Update-Now with More Puppy!

So the whole tattoo thing went really well. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I way hyping it in my head and I absolutely love the way it came out. I will post a picture after it’s all done healing, should be about two weeks, I think.

This weekend bestie and I ran/walked another unofficial 5k, but this time I had mapped out a course nearby instead of doing a loop. We did have to backtrack on one part, and it was a bit hillier than I expected. Our time was better and I think we ran more, although we didn’t run for the full 25 minutes called for on week 7 day 2 of C25K. We had run the full 25 minutes on the treadmill a few days prior without a problem. It blows my mind how different running outside feels all together, I just can’t get over it. It’s much nicer, but much tougher all at the same time.

That afternoon I drove about two hours to go see some friends who had just adopted a new Great Dane puppy. Two Great Danes, a toddler, and a baby in one house—PHEW! But K-dog had a great time wrestling with the puppy. They had a lot of fun together! Here she is in all her glory (she’s only 11 months old and still growing!):

This morning we lifted weights, because I’m trying a beginner’s Zumba class tonight and I wanted to have some energy left for it! But in general we’re going to back off the weights for a bit, just on this last stretch before the 5k, to make sure we get all the training in. Then we’ll get back to it, but I’m really thinking I need to change up my strength training routine. Any suggestions? I’ve looked for a kettlebell class, but I can’t seem to find one in my area.

Tomorrow night is dancing and I’ll get to show off my tattoo. Wanna know a good way to get over the whole “I can’t be seen in a tank top because my arms are too big” thing? Get a tattoo on your shoulder blade that you really want to show off.

Sorry this post wasn’t terribly informational. Back to regularly scheduled updates soon!

How was everyone’s weekend? 

Thursday Thoughts

I haven’t really talked much about my life outside of weight loss, running, and working out. I guess if I keep that up, it’s 1) going to get boring really fast and 2) going to get a lot harder to think of things to write about.

So I thought I’d write a little about the stuff I have upcoming. And maybe a little bit about running, and working out, too.

I’m very excited to start a new class with K-dog tonight. It’s called Treibball (started in Germany) and is essentially ball herding.

(source)

I don’t know much more about it than that your dog has to push the balls with his nose into a “pen” or “goal” and it’s timed. K-dog knows the push command already, or he did, we’ll see. I think it’s going to be a lot of fun. It’s been a long time since we’ve taken a class and I’m really looking forward to learning along with my pup. I’ll try to get some pictures. Here’s where we take classes.

Tomorrow is another BIG day for me. I’m getting my first (and possibly only) tattoo. I’m sure there will be a picture taken, so I’ll post a reveal soon. I designed the image (the artist made it look like something recognizable) and it means a lot to me. I can’t wait to show you all. I may not get a post in tomorrow, as I have a half day at work and Fridays are always busy.

This weekend will probably be a blur too, since bestie and I have a run scheduled for the morning on Saturday and then I’m meeting with a friend that I house/dog sit for every year to go over everything I’ll need to know for the week in April I’ll be staying there! Sunday I’ll be headed west about 1.5 hours to visit with another friend. She and her family just adopted another Great Dane, so K-dog and I must go over for some play time.

Less than a month til the 5K!

As an aside, you know what’s funny about running? It’s addicting. My bestie was just going along for the ride with me doing C25K (just for cardio) and was never ever going to run a 5K, because that’s for crazy people. She soon decided she would run “just this one” with me. Now she’s been emailing me all these possible races and this morning she’s calling a running store that offers beginner classes on Saturday mornings because she wants to learn about form and breathing. It’s all awesome and I’ll be right there beside her.  Even though the other funny thing about running is about 10 minutes into I hate it, but when I’m done I can’t wait to do it again.

Life is pretty good, all-in-all. It’s good to have a lot going besides staring at the number on the scale!

Testing, Testing 1, 2, 3, 4, 5K

This weekend was pretty good. Saturday, K-dog and I spent the day at the Pet Expo with our training group doing drill team demonstrations. It went fairly well, all the dogs hit their stays and recalls, and people were duly impressed. It was, however, a very long day. I had packed snacks thinking I could get through the day with oatmeal in the morning and healthy snacks throughout the day, so that I could enjoy our traditional celebratory meal at Texas Roadhouse afterward. Except that I misjudged, and I ate all my snacks before lunch, so was ravenously hungry at Texas Roadhouse and we all know what that means. But it was a lot of fun being out with the gang, so I’ll take it.

Sunday I got to sleep in, which was AMAZING. In fact I got up, made and ate oatmeal, then went back to bed. But at around 11am I called bestie to see where we were doing our run that day. The plan was to try to find an actual track to run on. The C25K plan is great, but it measures your progress by time not distance. And now that we are officially registered for this race, which will not be run on a treadmill, we figured we needed to see how our pace came through over the 3.1 miles in the real world. The most accurate way to gauge that, we thought, would be to run on a 1/4 track.

Tried the high school track–LOCKED. Tried the Junior High track–LOCKED. What? Don’t these people trust us?? Then we remembered a paved loop not too far away, but we weren’t sure of the distance, or if it were marked.

When we got to the park there was a small sign that said “Trail Distance 2512 feet.” You should have seen us smarties trying to figure that one out. But we decided that 6 laps and change would cover it.  We did not plan to try to run the whole 3 miles, since we still have 3 weeks of C25K to go, and didn’t want to screw that up. But we wanted to see if we could run/walk it in about 50 minutes, knowing we’ll shave a good amount of time off that by the end of the program.

Things we didn’t factor into our plans:

  1. Someone across the road burning a barrel of leaves. Who knew that would make breathing well in that section of the path nigh on impossible?
  2. Other people. Walkers, fine, joggers, fine. But why, father and son team, are you playing catch ON THE TRAIL when there are whole fields for you to play on. Seriously?
  3. Me being completely tired out from Saturday.

Now, don’t get me wrong, we did complete the 3 miles within our designated amount of time or thereabouts. But, guys….it was HARD. We walked a lap, then ran two, after that, we couldn’t make two laps running anymore and went on to the every other lap plan. We did consider it a successful outing for where we are in the program, but it definitely wasn’t pretty.

It’s weird how much of a mental game running is. For instance, I feel like running in a loop where I could see all of what I’d run, what I had to run, and how many laps were left was a lot harder than just running on the road and waiting for the beep to tell me when to start and stop. Knowing that I could stop “just at that sign” Made me feel like I could not possibly run a step further than that sign. But I probably could have.

Trail Sign(source)

Things we learned for 5K

  1. Need sunglasses
  2. Need snot rag of some form
  3. This is not impossible.

Do you have any tips for my first race?

Tales of Trauma from the Treadmill

It is a rare occurrence, a morning like this. My alarm goes off at 5am and I. Am. Ready. I am ready to hit the gym, ready for the day. It is going to be a good day, I just know it.

I throw my feet over the side of the bed and reach for my workout clothes. I efficiently perform the bodily contortion known as “putting on a sports bra.” Speedily I don the rest of my gym wear, grab my water bottle and head out. (picture source)

Bestie and I walk in to the gym together. It is like one of those movie scenes where the cool group walks in slo-mo. We should be in slo-mo. We have arrived.

Just thinking of all those people still snoozing makes me feel even more superior as we place our water in the holders on the treadmill and get situated.

Earbuds in, music up, C25K app on. I’m in the groove now and everyone wants to be me. Look at me running, look at my stride, my even breathing. I turn to the side to say something to bestie about what was on the TV.

SCREEEEEEEEEETCH

The side of my sneaker slides off the belt of the treadmill. Half on and half off, it literally makes that noise when a needle slides across the record and all the action stops, while I gasp and grab clumsily for a handhold. BOOM BOOM BOOM my feet clunk as I try to catch my balance and my stride again. Passerbys stare.

The rest of the day I am back to my usual non-cool, non-superior-feeling non-slo-mo self.