Two Miles and a Sign Up

OK, this is a week of Wow-I-can-really-do-what-I-put-my-mind-to...

I jogged 2 miles (WITHOUT STOPPING...NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT)  and in the rain and out on the streets.  It was fun, exhilirating, awesome, wild and with the help of trainer Hayley...it would not have been half as fun, exhilirating, awesome and wild!  I do know I can do this stuff on my own, and I am weaning myself a bit (a bit, teeny-tiny-bit) but I have four more weeks until race day...and I want to need her! 

(speaking of race day...)

I signed up for Race for the Roses!  April 11th, 7:35 AM, downtown Portland. 

Yoooooo-Hooooooo!!!!!!

I did it!

I jogged one mile today.  No stopping.  Wow!  I can do it! 

Week 4

Hard. Tough. A challenge. Mental breakthrough (I hope). Sore. Pacing. Time and distance.

It has been another tough week. That is all I have the energy for right now.

Helping

This journey is helping my state of mind.  I am feeling better and more in focus.  I like it.  I see myself as a runner and enjoy the pace that has been set before me.  The helping attitudes, time, encouragement and everything that everyone is doing to help me along on this journey has been amazing!  I am now just starting to feel like I am helping myself.  Kind of crazy to think that I felt I couldn't and didn't help myself in the past, but really, when I started on this journey I thought it was going to be a ME thing and that has not been the case...it has been a we and us and together thing...it feels good.  I am finally feeling that I am helping myself AND others. 

Chhhh-chhhh-chhhh-changes

(Bowie)
Turn and face the strange...
Funny that when I wrote that last post the title (at the time) was to reflect the amount of bad words in my post, but now it has a whole new meaning for me. This journey is not for the meek or weak and I am neither. My mentor-coach-sister (now will be referred to as MCS) pointed out it has been 20 years since I have trained for anything! (Gasp!). So of course I am holding back but why am I not educating myself in the same way I do professionally and as a parent? Why is this area of my life (in my words) meek and weak? So, today I got a journal, labeled it and wrote and reflected and posted my food intake. (Blogging and writing are two different things and they are for two different purposes) so I think I am safe there. I won't be repeating myself. (Well you would never know! Ha!). Anyway, I am going to attack the track tomorrow and get this lifestyle change up and running...on the right track...yes, puns intended.

Not for the meek or weak

Fuck!  That is all I can muster...I am pissed at myself (more at the stupid, fucking bag of Fritos with the side of cheese dip) but more importantly I am pissed that I gave in to my old self.  I knew it as I ate.  I knew it as I saw my mentor-coach-sister look at me and she didn't say a word...she didn't have to... the scale did not lie this morning.
 Fuck! 
Two pounds!
Gained!
So, I got it out at the track with trusty Hayley and ever-so-dependable Miranda who pushed me and pushed me and we pushed each other and tomorrow I am going to feel the burn and then I am going to push myself to lose this two-fucking-pound-Frito-fest in my gut!  

(No time to blog now...but coming soon:  My break-through...almost ready for it.)

Super Bowl

Too much food. Too much temtation. Too much.

I am glad I ran this am with my sister. Not looking forward to tomorrow's scale. Big week of training and this was not a good way to kick it off...argh!

"My momma told me there would be days like this...".

Bring it on week 3

Well I made it...week 2 is in the past. It feels good and I know progress is being made. Every time the training is over I am again amazed that I did it. I am coming to the realization that my body is capable. I know mentally that it can be accomplished. It makes sense. I can walk-jog-run from point A to point B. I see myself doing it and I know it can and will happen. BUT while in the process (and I do have to say sooooo focused) I feel my body struggling, my breathing is labored and putting one foot in front of the other is a battle. Mentally I am across the finish line and I know it will be eventually over...so why am I still amazed that I actually did it?

So as week 3 dawns in just a few days, I am in the process of preparing mentally. Seeing myself complete each part of the interval training, thinking of myself crossing the finish line and keeping up with a steady pace. This can be done.