tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54189608634643191892024-02-19T20:29:46.668-06:00Finding Joy in the JourneyI am a mother of 5 wonderful kids, a Zumba instructor, an occasional runner, a non discriminatory eater. I love life. I try to be an optimist (as evidenced by my constant smile). This blog will follow my attempts, successes, and sometimes failures on my way to becoming a fit woman who tries to enjoy the journey!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-31172065539951597232016-06-01T11:53:00.001-05:002016-06-01T11:53:24.484-05:00Here we go.....Again<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It has been too long. I got out the door this morning. It was hard, and I almost talked myself out of it a few times. I started out slow. I don't have great shoes right now, and that is something I will need to remedy soon. I ended up going 1.95 miles in 28:16. My average min/mile was 14:28. This is quite a bit slower than my previous runs, and considerably shorter too. I am currently at 210lbs as of today. It just keeps steadily going up, so I'm trying to do something about it.<br />
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So on today's run, I started out around 8am. It was warm and muggy. It's been raining a lot lately, so there were puddles to jump. It was a little bit humid as well. It was hard, and I wanted to quit. I didn't though. I saw some nice views out on my run, and I took some pictures as well. I saw a few lawn mowers on the road including this one, which is some kind of farm vehicle. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-27779589107171430742015-09-26T22:18:00.002-05:002015-09-26T22:18:51.980-05:00And now an update.....My last post letting you know about my super awesome life was in 2012! Are we still in 2015? Thank goodness! Lots of things have changed. I haven't been running at all. I do still teach Zumba, but I went from teaching 10 classes to teaching 2. I now work part time at a convenience store surrounded by horrible yummy food. I got down to a low weight of 168, but am now back to 200. Ridiculous how easy it comes back on. I surely don't dwell, but I think it is time to get back to it. I'm planning on trying to keep up with this blog, and tell you what I'm doing and succeeding at, in addition to eating better and exercising more. Maybe a run here and there?<br />
My oldest, Kylah has graduated and joined the army. She is graduating basic this week actually. My next in line daughter, Elisabethe, has moved out, hopefully will complete high school this year. Ashleigh has started working with me. She is a super hard worker and she has been dating someone for almost a year. Amos is growing and still as ornery as ever. He has great sensitivity for the people around him. Erika is sassy. She knows her mind and will tell you about it. She loves glitter and ballet and make up. Me and my husband are still working on raising this crazy brood, and trying to make our dreams come true at the same time.<br />
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As you saw from my last post, I'm also going to college. It is stressful, and I have no doubt that I will be posting more about it. I also am homeschooling the two youngest. They are doing amazing. I love that I can be there and see the progression.<br />
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I know, it's a long church name. We can say LDS for short. Usually we as members, like to say the name of the church because there is so much misinformation. Yes, we do believe that Christ is our savior and that you can only get to the Father through him. Yes we believe in the Bible. We do also believe that the Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ. If you have any honest questions, I will do my best to answer them.<br />
Here is a link to the Book of Mormon online;<a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm?lang=eng" target="_blank">Book of Mormon</a>. If you have never read the BoM, and are curious, I'd start at the very beginning. The title page, introduction, and testimony of the witnesses are eye opening, in my opinion. <br />
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I am a convert to the church. I am currently going to college at BYU-Idaho online. This first semester I do have a religion studies class. We are studying the Book of Mormon (BoM). This lesson was on Nephi chapters 1-5. It starts out with Lehi and Sariah and their family. Laman, Lemuel, Nephi, and Sam are all the brothers. They all live in Jerusalem, but the Lord warns Lehi to take his family and flee. He has been prophesying that the people need to repent of their iniquities, and they are going to try and kill him. They leave for the wilderness. They don't really know where the Lord is leading them.<br />
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Laman and Lemuel, even though they are the oldest of the brothers, complain constantly. They are mad that they had to leave the comfort of their home and also leave all of their riches behind. Nephi is like the golden child. He does what needs to be done, and honors his father. However he did have a moment in 1 Nephi 2:16. It says "And it came to pass that I, Nephi, being exceedingly young, nevertheless bbeing large in stature, and also having great desires to know of the mysteries of God, wherefore, I did cry unto the Lord; and behold he did visit me, and did soften my heart that I did believe all the words which had been spoken by my father; wherefore, I did not rebel against him like unto my brothers." He didn't just believe his father in blind faith, he asked Heavenly Father for a knowledge of his own. In James 1:5 it says "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him." That is what we all are asked to do. We are told to ask for wisdom in all things. Before I was baptized, I prayed to know if the Book of Mormon was the word of God. If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't have become a member of the LDS church. I pray when we are given guidance from our Prophet and apostles.<br />
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So Nephi has asked and recieved a knowledge that his father is following the Lord. Lehi tells his sons to go back to Jerusalem. Remember this is a 3 day journey one way. All to go to Laban, the wicked man, to get the brass plates which has a record of the genealogy of their family. So they do go back and get them. They go against insurmountable odds, large trials, and succeed. Nephi says to Lehi when he is told they have to do this, "I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them. " <br />
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While I was studying this lesson, I realized how much I am like Laman and Lemuel. I like my comforts, I like things to go the easy way. How often do we murmur and complain when the Lord asks us to do something we don't really want to do? I know for myself it is very often. Every time I am prompted to bear my testimony at a meeting, I fight it. I give every excuse. When I don't follow that prompting I feel horrible. Like I let down my Heavenly Father. I want to be more like Nephi, and less like Laman and Lemuel. Nobody is all bad or all good, but I want to tip the scales more on the good side. I wish I could be perfect now, but I take comfort in knowing that I will be perfected in the Lord one day.<br />
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<a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2007/04/the-tongue-of-angels?lang=eng" target="_blank">The tongue of angels, talk by Elder Jeffery R. Holland</a>- This is a very good talk. If you are having a hard time, feeling down and like you are complaining too much this is good to listen to. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-7324505063788070702012-12-13T11:51:00.000-06:002012-12-13T11:51:10.449-06:00December Embrace the Craziness!!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Well, again with the inconsistent blogging! Ugh!!!<br />
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Anyway, So far, December has been great. I got to start off with a Charity Zumba Benefit class. All proceeds went to a local organization to help buy Christmas for the less fortunate. My fellow Zumba instructors are so awesome! We raised over $1500! <br />
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It was awesome to see so many people have such a great time and enjoying making fitness a part of a celebration. Zumba is one of the only things I know of that people do to celebrate things. I mean, how many people do you know celebrate by exercising? <br />
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I also had a celebration class for my friend and sister in law, Billie Jo. She had met her first goal of 50lb lost! Sabrina and Tamela helped make the day special! I'm looking forward to the 100lb loss celebration~ We are totally going to rock it!<br />
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On the home front, We've decorated the Christmas tree, and had horribly unhealthy polar express hot chocolate, and more homemade cookies than I can count! By the time Christmas rolls around, I may look like Santa (minus the beard hopefully). I love the music and movies this time of year. Also, I get to look forward to seeing my daughter, Kylah, for Christmas break! I can't wait, it has been a long 5 months! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-81529237543876029092012-10-23T12:39:00.003-05:002012-10-23T12:39:50.519-05:00Long time no blogWow, July. That's a long time! I quit doing the half training because I started teaching Zumba 4 times a week. I've been keeping busy as I can. I'm missing my oldest something fierce. She is living with her dad in VA for a year. I feel like she is slipping away from me. I know this is a short blip in the scheme of things. As a mother though, it is hard to be away from them. All of my children are just amazing. So smart and beautiful. Granted the babies are sometimes trying, but I love every moment with them as well. (Except when they are screaming, and then I deem it nap time and love them again all over!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More students and I, we were at the Party in Pink Zumbathon.</td></tr>
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On the diet front. I haven't really lost a ton of weight, but I do feel like I am getting healthier. My biggest challenge on weight loss is definitely the diet. I know that you can't out exercise a bad diet. To be honest though, I'm pretty happy with myself most of the time. Comparison is the thief of joy. I read that somewhere. No idea who to credit for the quote, but it is true none the less. I am happy with my body as long as I don't compare myself to others.<br />
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Zumba is going great. I wish I could get more people coming, but improving the lives of whom ever I can is what I will keep doing. As long as my costs are covered, it's worth it. I at least get to exercise doing something I love, with great people.<br />
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On another note, If I can change the title of this blog, I totally am doing it. I feel like a total poser, since I haven't run since July!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-43728542624685635352012-07-21T13:28:00.001-05:002012-07-21T13:28:35.076-05:00Training week 5 with RunnersWorldTulsa (my week one)Well I started a little late with the whole half training thing. I have been running, just not with the group. I ran a couple of 5ks and then my older girls left for VA last Saturday. I actually got out and ran the training run with the group. Since I haven't been running like a should, I decided to run with the 14+ min/mile group. I had a blast! I might run with the 13+ next time, but truly enjoyed today's run. It was nice and easy. I could breathe the whole time and didn't feel like I was struggling. It was wonderful. It was nice and breezy and cool (since we started early). Way better than running when it is 90-110 degrees! No pics today, but will try to make up for that on my next run!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-57384200338499548622012-07-09T22:14:00.000-05:002012-07-09T22:14:10.039-05:00First Steps Out of Door are the Hardest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally didn't want to run today, but I did it!!</td></tr>
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Today, I woke up knowing that I needed to get out there if I was going to keep up with my half marathon training. I haven't even gotten to do one group training run. I've done a couple of 5ks, and then this weekend had too much to do. This Saturday 2 of my teen girls are going to visit their dad. The oldest will be leaving for a year :'(. I'm sad about it, but I'm trying to not dwell on it. I am looking forward already to the 13 year old to return and she hasn't even left yet. The house feels empty when they are gone.<br />
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Anyway. Enough of that. I got out and thought I would go to the track at the high school. I walked over there, and a bunch of rowdy teenage boys were getting ready for football practice. I really don't need a bunch of young whippersnappers laughing at me while I wheeze and shuffle my way to better health. I decided to just take one of my regular routes.<br />
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Here is a bullet point recap:<br />
It's hot.<br />
Carrying a water bottle is awkward.<br />
Sweat is dripping in my eyes- OWOWOWOW!<br />
Crap, dead cat in the road, go to the house and let heavily tatooed man wearing a welding mask about it. (I was worried they may have kids who would see it), He assured me that it wasn't their cat and they didn't have kids.<br />
Man I hope that guy wasn't a serial killer.<br />
Another guy walking down the same country road, Rapist? no talk about the weather.<br />
Dogs, Hopefully not aggressive. Nope.<br />
More sweat in my eyes.<br />
I can make it to that stop sign...maybe the shade....no I can do the stop sign.<br />
Cars, get over a little!!<br />
Another dog. one little bark<br />
More sweat...Almost there!<br />
Finally made it to my road. Ahhhhhh time to cool down.<br />
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Pretty much how it went. 45 min went about 3.5 miles. Under 13 min mile which was my goal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-52804648724979232362012-07-09T11:11:00.001-05:002012-07-09T11:11:24.930-05:00Race Recap Mohawk 5000<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kylah getting ready to start!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashleigh getting ready to start!</td></tr>
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This was the girls' first race ever. We got up bright and early to head to the race. On the way there Ashleigh was telling me how nervous she was. I told them not to worry. Every race I had ever been to had lots of walkers, they wouldn't come in last. I was very very wrong. This was a small race, they came in last. They told me to go ahead and not worry. I told them I would be at the finish line. I couldn't help myself though. I had to keep checking on them. I would run back until I could see them, and then continue towards the finish line. I'm not positive about how far I actually ran. My runkeeper messed up a little. I finished in 41 min. The girls' finished in 48 min. I ran back with water to cross the finish line with them. We all three placed in our age groups and got medals! Awesome experience. Hoping to have lots more races with them!!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-53562272748676965952012-06-16T00:46:00.000-05:002012-06-16T00:46:27.016-05:00Ginormous Goal Beginning-Scared of Utter Failure<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goodbye my lovely!!</td></tr>
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I have decided on a goal. It's a big one. I'm going to give up soda. Again. For good this time. If you have been around me enough, you know giving up Dr. Pepper (in any of its forms) will be like giving up crack. It has been weighing on my mind lately. I have been realizing that I have a hard time going without it, and how much I really drink. Really, honestly and truly, I drink at least 200 oz a day. I just added up today's total. Yikes. It is bad for my health, and I know that. It is basically an addiction that I have to break. So, starting tomorrow, I'm going to stop drinking soda. I'm not going to substitute any other sodas for Dr. Pepper. I will be drinking water, juice, crystal light, lemonade, and milk. This will not be easy. I am going to take it one day at a time starting tomorrow. Wish me luck!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes it will!!!</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-31547747878009463102012-05-24T11:23:00.002-05:002012-05-24T11:23:40.373-05:00The Wind Comes Sweeping Down the Plains-Welcome to OKlahoma!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today I decided to get out there and run. I looked up motivational quotes on Pinterest and got dressed. I headed out with my runkeeper going and the music on. It was windy!!! I'm not sure if there are any storm warnings, but by the end of my run the sky had a greenish tinge. If you are from Oklahoma , a greenish tinge is not a good thing. Like most Oklahomans, I'm not going to get too worried until I see a funnel cloud.<br />
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I took a different route than normal. I conquered my fear today. I went over the old 33 bridge. There is no shoulder, and people aren't really used to runners. So, I was worried that I would get hit by a car. I made it! I also had to run on Hwy 88 for a short time. It slowed me down a bit, because I had to run on a slope in the grass to avoid the cars.<br />
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All in all a good run even though it was REALLY windy! I should have gone farther, because I have lost a lot of my running ability. You don't use it, you lose it. I went too long without running. I'm looking forward to the next training program with Runner's World.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I promise I have two legs, but I was running.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2.53 miles in 32 min (with 5 min warm up)</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-73806806157951977582012-05-23T19:39:00.001-05:002012-05-23T19:39:09.386-05:00Walkin' in the Sunshine<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few of these have happened to me. </td></tr>
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Today, I walked through the sunshine. It was warm. I had every intention of running today, but once out there I lost all motivation. Billie Jo called me, and we can't ever have a short conversation. I just never felt it today. I am glad I got out there and at least got a walk. So yay for me and all that. Tomorrow will be better. I plan to get out there in the morning before it gets hot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">today it was a 18 minute mile, since it was walking only</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Motivation for tomorrow.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-72804099086755284602012-05-22T07:48:00.001-05:002012-05-22T07:48:34.702-05:00Even Bad Runs Are Good<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love running in the country!</td></tr>
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Monday I went out and took advantage of the older girls being home to watch the babies. I started the runkeeper and headed out. I actually listened to music this time (one ear only!). It was enjoyable, until I looked down at my runkeeper, and noticed that it wasn't working. UGH. It said I had already gone a mile, in 5 minutes. I wish. So I'm not positive how far I went or what my average min/mile was. I did go appx 36 min and I think my average min/mile was somewhere in the normal range. It did get difficult, and I forgot to go to the bathroom. Luckily this was a short little run. You would think country roads wouldn't be all that busy. Well here in Inola, they are always busy! And I just knew if I hung my butt out there, someone I know (I know lots of people) would see my white behind and tell everyone about it. Luckily though, I made it home without incident. Hoping tomorrow's run works out better. It did feel good to get out there, and my foot felt pretty good. I've started wearing my boot to bed again, because the foot has been hurting. Today is Zumba practice and Sabrina's Zumba class tonight, so no running today for me. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The roads will wait for me.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-9906856788345356662012-05-09T23:11:00.001-05:002012-05-09T23:11:30.828-05:00Track Running With My Bestie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty sunset</td></tr>
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My friend Sabrina and I were texting this evening, and she said her and the family were going to go running at the high school track. I haven't been seriously running very much at all lately. I need to get back to it as I feel as if I am losing everything I gained over all those weeks of training. Anyway, I invited myself along, and said that we would meet her there. Her son is 3 weeks younger than my son (even though he is the bigger one!). They like to play together. So I brought Amos, and Kylah and Ashleigh. I left Erika with her daddy at home.<br />
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We have had beautiful weather recently. Today was no exception. It was in the 70's with a really light breeze, perfect for getting back on the road. I'm going to have to try track running again. Very different from the treadmill and the road.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Logan (in the red shorts) and Amos (in the blue pants) running buddies.</td></tr>
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Let me just tell you, Sabrina has loooooonnnnngggg legs, and therefore long strides. I have said it many times and unashamedly (is that a word? spell check didn't flag it, we will go with it) I am a shuffle runner. I have a very short stride and I go slow. It is good that I went with them though, it makes me push myself. All in all awesome little run. Could have done more, but was feeling kind of lazy. Enjoyed the company though. Nothing like running with your best friend, even when she's kicking your butt.<br />
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After walking home, I came in to see Erika fast asleep on Eric's legs. So sweet. She didn't even wake up when I moved her to her bed. Amos asked to go to bed, so we must have worn him out too! And now I'm headed that way as well! <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-3409569896138924122012-05-01T10:25:00.001-05:002012-05-01T10:25:11.637-05:00New Month, New Goals...Errrr Goal<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today is the first day of the new month. May. I'm not overly worried about getting in a bathing suit this year. I guess this is my year of self acceptance. I'm more irritated at how unhealthy my diet is. I love the unhealthy foods. I crave cakes and cookies more than anything. I can even pass up chocolate if I can have a snack cake with milk. Burgers and fries. Ugh. I am starting my own new challenge for the month. I'm going to improve my diet!<br />
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I am going to limit my junk food.<br />
I will NOT have dessert everyday. (yes we do this at my house)<br />
I will eat a healthy lunch everyday.<br />
I will eat oatmeal everyday for breakfast.<br />
I will also eat 2 snacks a day. (Some sort of healthy snack)<br />
I will drink a full glass of water before eating anything.<br />
I will try to distract myself with an activity if hungry before scheduled time to eat, and will drink 2 glasses of water.<br />
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I am off to go make my grocery list for the next two weeks. I am not going to say that I won't have any junk food, I'm just going to severely limit it. Don't go crazy here, there is no way I could cut it out completely! <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-72595467264017869882012-04-29T13:51:00.003-05:002012-04-29T13:51:57.445-05:00Back into the Swing of Things<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, this big hay bale is in the middle of town. </td></tr>
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It was a beautiful day Saturday. After weeding the garden, cleaning up the yard, and cleaning out the trees that were growing in my gutters, I decided it was a perfect day for a run. I haven't been running in a few weeks. I was suppose to run the OKC Half Marathon today. Members of my running group ran, and I'm a little bit jealous! That's ok, I will be training with them again, and this time I am going to do the Route 66 Half right here in Tulsa! All my friends did great, and I am loving seeing their pics.<br />
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Since I knew I wouldn't be running today, I decided to head out and try my new running shoes. I still need to get some new inserts, but made due with my old ones. I went for a run around the big town of Inola. We are the hay capital of the world, which is why it is not unusual to see hay bales around town. It wasn't overly hot, and I wanted to try to increase my speed since I wasn't going for distance.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Honeysuckle perfumed the air. Love the spring/summer!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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I finished the 2.47 miles in 30minutes and 12 seconds. Average 12:12 per mile. Not too bad, but not great either. I am hoping this next week I can get in some more miles and maybe a little quicker. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rocking it out, captured by Billie Jo (my Sis in law)</td></tr>
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In Zumba news, I taught my first ever hour long Zumba class. I was subbing for Sabrina in Claremore. It was a blast. I messed up a few times, but I think all the ladies had a good time. I know I did, and if they got as sweaty as I did, they had a good work out too! I got new Zumba shoes too!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Zumba shoes too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my life.</td></tr>
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My last post was all positive. Today I am feeling more than inadequate in every way. My neighbor came over around 10:50 to get something out of the garage today (We are building rooms in the garage for the older girls). I was still in my pjs with no bra on,already eating lunch, and my house was completely trashed. I kept my arms crossed and tried to explain away how incredibly lazy and disgusting my house and I looked. I am not exaggerating the house. Amos found the basket of plastic eggs and had dumped them on the living room floor. There were toys all over.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least the pictures on my walls aren't crooked. Right?</td></tr>
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Erika has been screaming all morning, usually because she thinks she is mistreated in some way. She falls down, well somebody must have pushed her, I strap her into her carseat, shame on me. Every thing has caused a screaming meltdown today. Also, we are working on potty training, but Amos really isn't getting it. He does well if I tell him when to go, but doesn't tell me when he needs to go. I feel like I am being trained more than I am training him. So we tried regular undies this morning. First thing he does is poop in them. Ok, gross. I clean him up, and we talk about where we are suppose to go potty. He will tell you that you go in the big boy potty, not the undies. Seriously, 20 minutes later, he pees on the living room carpet. I have waved the white flag today. He now has on a diaper. I know logically that he won't be going to high school in diapers, but I have to say that the thought has crossed my mind that he will always be in diapers.<br />
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I'm not sure where this inadequate feeling comes from. Why do I compare myself to other people, sometimes people I don't even know? When you go to someone's house, usually you give them a heads up. So they have their house clean. I know this, but I still get so jealous sometimes that my house seems so cluttered all the time. I clean things off, and then the same day sometimes just hours later, they have piles of stuff on them. Amos is almost 3 and not even close to potty trained, my house is not ever going to be in the pages of Beautiful Homes, it seems as if the majority of my communication with the babies is of the yelling variety, and I have no fashion sense, AND I'm extremely unhappy that I haven't been running or to Zumba in 2 weeks!<br />
Hmmmm........Maybe I have found the problem. Luckily it is an easy solution. Tomorrow I will be going to Zumba, and Saturday after I get my new shoes, I am going to go for a run.<br />
You will all be pleased to know that I have finally gotten dressed and cleaned the house. I even did 2 loads of laundry! Now that the babies are both asleep and my chores are done, I am going to enjoy my peace and quiet and watch some kind of mind numbing tv until the older children get home......in 15 minutes. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-69689015066752895062012-04-10T16:15:00.002-05:002012-04-10T16:15:50.386-05:00My First Zumba Benefit Class!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This last Saturday, one of my friends, Tamela, hosted a Zumba Benefit Class. We donated the profits to the Vinita Special Olympics Team. In all we raised $900!!! Tamela did an awesome job planning it. There were so many great prizes that all participants received something! There were 4 instructors, and I had the privilege of being one of them. As most of you know, I don't currently have my own class. I had been very nervous because of this. Tamela, Sabrina, and Crystal all have their own very successful classes. On a neat side note, we all started Zumba with Sabrina before becoming instructors ourselves!<br />
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I have to say, I think we did awesome!! I had a blast! Now I am definitely more motivated to try and find my own classes. I am a procrastinator, and until something falls into my lap, sometimes I don't really work very hard at it. I am going to try and find somewhere, and a good time for me and at least <strike>a couple..hundred? </strike>some people! I will be making a few calls today. Hopefully, good news will follow soon. <br />
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I encourage all of you who want a really FUN and high intensity work out- Try Zumba. Just once!! Look up your area on the Zumba website, find an instructor near you. I promise you will love it. It doesn't matter if you have no rhythm, can't dance, two left feet, can't shake your money maker like that, etc, etc. Everyone is doing the exact same thing. Doesn't matter. Just get out there and shake it!<br />
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I won't be writing about any form of exercise this week, I've been ordered to stay off my foot for at least a week. I hate swimming for exercise. Therefore, no exercise. Excuse me while I go stuff my face with Easter chocolate. Just kidding. Kind of. I am going to be getting some new shoes, and then I will be back at it! Happy Tuesday all!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-57453746118131718912012-04-05T09:53:00.000-05:002012-04-05T09:53:18.732-05:00My Body- The Untold Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the ladies in my Running Moms group challenged us recently. She said you can't photoshop a marathon onto a body. She challenged us to tell the story of our body, because you can't tell what a body has been through or is capable of just by looking at it. She is going to have different women's stories on her blog. You can read her story here- <a href="http://contentedlycrunchy.blogspot.com/2012/04/story-of-my-body.html" target="_blank">Contentedly Crunchy</a> . So here is my story.<br />
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I guess we will start at the beginning. Ok, not that far back, but how about high school? I loved high school. I was a cheerleader, well liked (I think), and didn't have a care in the world. I was thin, and young. I'm not either one now, and I'm ok with that. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4 children from my body and one child of the heart. These are my 5 kids!</td></tr>
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I have carried 4 children in this body. I have earned every stretch mark (of which there are many) and scar. I have freckles that my mom and dad always told me were angel kisses. I have been getting gray hair since high school. I do color it, because I'm not ready to be "old". I've noticed that I have gained a few wrinkles too. I have cellulite on my butt. My ta-tas are no longer small and perky. They are empty saggy skin bags, but they nourished my children. I have not been back to my pre-pregnancy weight from before my first child. EVER. I am all woman, and am actually pretty comfortable in my own skin. I'm definitely not a swimsuit model, and I do have jealous moments. I'm not perfect, but I am me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">34 weeks pregnant with my last baby</td></tr>
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My 30's have been the best years of my life. I married my wonderful husband for time and eternity, I have finally realized my dream of being a runner, and I'm getting to stay home and be the best mother and wife I know how to be. I am not skinny still. I think I like to eat way too much to ever be truly thin again. I do think I am much healthier though. I try to make good decisions for my body. <br />
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I am now licensed to teach Zumba. I don't currently have my own class, but it will happen eventually. I am a horrible procrastinator. I haven't really looked for a place to teach. I am also worried that I am not good enough. I am working on becoming more self confident, and thinking positive thoughts.<br />
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I am thankful for all my body has done for me. I am taking care of my body now, and I think I am ready for this. I am posting a pic of my tummy. A pic that is not anonymous. People I know will actually know what my tummy looks like. (By the way, before I even published it, I accidentally posted it to FB. Yay me)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-34664020975802831672012-04-01T13:54:00.000-05:002012-04-01T13:54:17.366-05:00The Infamous Chaffing Incident<span style="font-size: small;">Surprise Surprise. You learn things the further you run. </span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Examples:</span><br />
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<li>When your shorts ride up, you may get chaffing.</li>
<li>Body Glide is not a miracle substance, and may not keep this from happening.</li>
<li>After a few miles in pain, you may decide that instead of the intended 12 miles, 8 miles is "good enough". </li>
<li>Chaffing hurts and makes you walk funny. </li>
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It dawned a beautiful, sunny, and warm day. I was excited. 12 miles! I did 11, so I had no doubt that I could do it. I ate normally, not trying anything new this time. We headed out. Around mile 2 my thighs started stinging a little. I just kept pulling my shorts down every time they rode up.<br />
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About mile 4 I started complaining about it. I still was thinking I could make the full 12. At mile 5 I started sucking down my PowerAde Strawberry Banana gel. It didn't taste as good as the vanilla bean, but I wasn't really thinking about it anyway. I was thinking about the pain in my thighs. We got to mile 7.5, and there was the bridge to take me back to the car. There was no way I was going to complete a full 12. I was already running funny, trying to keep my ginormous thighs from touching. Kind of like riding an invisible horse. I told the group that I was heading back to the car. I made sure I knew how to get there, and started to finish just enough to get me to my car. <br />
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low moments yesterday, but I will keep plugging along. I think I will
confidently call myself a runner now. I may not be the fastest, but by
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I know it has been a while since I have written. Sorry about that. After turning my ankle I had to stay off it for a bit. Then I ended up with strep throat. And this time I can't even blame it on my kids. I am the only one who caught it. I had the shot, and was still sick for 5 days. Ugh. So, that is where I have been and what I have been up to. Nothing so exciting that everyone would want endless details on anyway. <br />
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Finally today I was back at it! I got up at 5:45. I drank (ate/drank??) a Vespa (Gel stuff that is suppose to make your body utilize your personal fat stores for energy). Never doing that again. Mistake #1. Tasted horrible. I think not having enough fuel caused me to hit the wall for the first time ever, more on that later. I got to the meeting area just in time. We headed out for the first 8. It was still dark. Yes, this night owl woke up extra early to run. What is happening to me!??<br />
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After about 3 miles, we were coming up on a bathroom. I ran ahead, because I didn't utilize the facilities at QT before we left. This was mistake #2. I got in there, it was a unisex bathroom that I had to lock the main door. Smelly and gross. What is it with men? Why are their bathrooms so much more nasty? If you can't aim, sit down! Rant over. Washed my hands, ran out the door.<br />
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I thought I finished really fast. Apparently not as fast as I thought. They were way ahead. I started trying to catch up. I struggled so much more than normal. I did catch up. I stayed at the back of the group though. At about mile 4, I took about 1/2 of my Vanilla Bean GU. So yummy. This is something I can use as fuel on my runs. I alternated G2 Gatorade and water. I also took some little salt packets with me. When we hit mile 5 I ate it to help with the swelling and chased it with some Gatorade. We crossed over the river and at about mile 6 1/2, I totally hit a giant brick wall. Figuratively, of course. I'm not that clumsy! I couldn't run anymore. I let the group leave me behind. At this point, I was sure that there was no way that I could run the 5k. I was thinking that if I could make it back to my car for the 8, I would stop there. I really didn't want a DNS (did not start) in my running history, but seriously I was dying. The group stopped at the bathroom. Yay! So I caught up! I got to catch my breath for a short period of time. Then we went to the cars and starting line for the race. I made a quick stop at QT to get an energy bar. And headed to the crowds.<br />
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Runner's World Tulsa puts on great runs! There were all kinds of people, and tents, things for the kids. I went to the Southwest Dairy Farmers tent. They had a cow that they were showing the kids how to milk. They were right across from the music. They were handing out little cartons of Fat Free Chocolate Milk. I had one of those. Yum. I got to the starting line. I talked to a nice girl that could run the 5k in under 28 minutes. I told her to have fun and tried to get her to come to the training with Runner's World. (It's FREE!!) Then we were off! I was pretty smiley even though I was pretty tired. I knew I wouldn't PR, but I ran anyway. My goal was to at least average a 13 minute mile over all 11 miles, and not even worry about my 5k time this time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting to thin out.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spectators are wonderful motivation!</td></tr>
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I got to the end to see my running group cheering me on! I know I finished somewhere in the 38-40 minute mark. More importantly, I met my goal with my average minute per mile at 12:45!! The final numbers:<br />
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<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">13:18</span></td>
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<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">12:24</span></td>
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<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">13:04</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">4</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">11:40</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">5</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">12:34</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">6</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">12:29</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">7</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">12:38</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">8</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">13:43</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">9</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">12:12</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">10</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">13:17</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">11</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">13:17</span></td>
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<td align="left" valign="top"><span class="number">mile </span><span class="number">12</span></td>
<td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace">13:35</span></td><td align="center" valign="top"><span class="pace"> </span></td>
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Total Miles 11.37 in 02:25:42</div>
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Average pace 12:49</div>
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I will end this by saying lots of lessons learned today. Proper nutrition, bathroom break before I even start, and I've learned that I need long bike shorts, and a new tech shirt, and body glide. Chaffing hurts!</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-15523227292128438632012-02-18T15:06:00.001-06:002012-02-18T15:06:56.445-06:00Snot Rockets and 9 miles, Baby!!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I woke up at 6:30am, and got all ready to go. I ate my Clif Bar and drank some water. I decided to stop at the gas station and get a Diet Dr. Pepper. In hindsight, I should have woke up earlier to give myself the time needed to go to the bathroom. I stopped at the Quick Trip to go to the bathroom. Ended up that I still didn't need to go. So, I started back out to the car. Did you know that a wheelchair ramp still has a small curb? I didn't. I wasn't really paying attention and rolled my ankle, which popped, and I fell to the ground. I'm sure it was quite a sight. A man came out of the store to ask if I was ok. I was pretty embarrassed as I limped to the car. I tried to look at it, but with all the layers I couldn't really tell. I decided to drive over to the group and see how it felt to walk on it. <br />
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Walking to the group from the parking lot wasn't too bad. So, I decided to try it, and if I couldn't finish all 9, I would do what I could. We started out with Laurie telling us there would be hills today. I hate hills. The first 4 miles wasn't bad. Then we hit the first hill. I gasped my way to the top, and somehow managed to stay not only with the group, but a little bit ahead! I figured I would do my best to stay ahead so that the next hill I wouldn't be left in the dust.<br />
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We went back down. The great thing about going up hills is coming down hills. I always feel gypped if I go up a hill and it only levels off. Especially if I don't have to go back the way I came. Luckily that was not the case. We went into a really nice neighborhood and freaked a cute little bulldog out. These were huge really expensive houses. They are nice to look at and dream, and keeps your mind off yet another hill!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was trying really hard not to vomit in these really nice yards.</td></tr>
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I ate half of a Clif Gel Block. They taste good, but I really feel nauseous when I try something that isn't liquid. I think I will stick with my G2 and water. I was feeling pretty good until mile 7. I was running with Sheila, and at some point managed to pause my runkeeper . Luckily she had her own Garmin to keep us on track. I don't think it was paused too long.<br />
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At about mile 6 1/2 or so, I finally attempted a snot rocket, or farmer's blow as some people call them. I didn't do too bad. At least I didn't end up with snot all over my face. I even gave the people around me a warning. As I wiped my nose on the inside of my shirt collar (All you runners do this, don't deny it!), I realized I put my shirt on backwards this morning. Maybe nobody noticed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going back down another hill.</td></tr>
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At about mile 7, I started having a harder time. At the eighth mile, I told Sheila to go ahead. I knew she was holding back for me. I told her to go on, and I'd be ok. Man, she was off like a shot! She went really fast! My ankle had started hurting just a little, and was starting to get blisters on the balls of both of my feet, and couldn't quite catch my breath. I finished by myself, and stretched out. I am tired, but extremely proud of myself! Even with the runkeeper messing up for a short time, my runkeeper says 9.06 miles, in 1:58:14. My average minutes per mile was 13:03. Not bad for my first ever 9 mile run!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-24473676924884103312012-02-09T17:27:00.001-06:002012-02-09T17:27:34.748-06:00Running Solo- I think my fastest average ever!!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Finally went for a solo run this afternoon. I haven't been doing very good at running by myself. It seems like there are never enough hours in the day. At least, there are not enough hours when I don't have to take the babies with me. Today, I didn't have headphones. I left them in the car that Eric took this morning. I practiced Zumba for 30 min, so I didn't need to walk to warm up. Which meant that I got my best time ever!<br />
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I saw this Thorn Tree as I was going by. I've never noticed it before. Strange. HUGE thorns!!! This was over by the horse that I have taken a pic of before. It is so beautiful. It started bucking as I was running by, then raced me. I won't keep you in suspense. The horse won. All in all good solo run. Mile 1 avg 11:49min/mile, Mile 2 avg 11:42min/mile, and Mile 3 avg 12:08 min/mile. Total, 2.91 miles in 34:35 minutes. average pace 11:53 min per mile.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-5212946487900393942012-02-04T19:55:00.002-06:002012-02-04T19:55:08.076-06:00A day for breaking recordsI am going to warn you about this first paragraph. It may be TMI. But, I'm all about being real. So, I am going to tell you like it is. Last night we went to Golden Corral. Yes, and all you can eat buffet. I admit, in hindsight, not the best decision before an 8 mile run. Not only an 8 mile run, but my FIRST 8 mile run. I knew with my stomach issues, I had probably better get up and get things moving. I got up at 5:15am. I needed to make sure that my GI would have time to take care of things before I left. I went and got a 32 oz Dr. Pepper and a sausage roll. Sure to get things moving. I was not disappointed. I was able to go to the bathroom at home, and still drink some water before I left. I didn't even have any problems after I left home. I did go pee at the bathrooms where we started. In the dark, the lights didn't work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My pic does not do this park justice, but remember I was trying to keep up with my group!</td></tr>
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Ok, if you skipped that first paragraph, I don't blame you. Now onto the good stuff. Apparently I was a tad excited. I got there 45 min early. I was nervous, but totally psyched. Yes, I am showing my age. Finally it was time to go to the meeting area. It was cold. I wore a pair of leggings with a running skirt, and a tech shirt with my jacket. I was wishing at the start that I had my pants on instead of my skirt. Once we started moving that was no longer an issue. I started with the 12 min/mile group thinking that with 8 miles, I would probably fall back once we started going. After the first mile, I was thinking that would still happen. I was struggling. Not horribly, but was looking forward to every walk break. We started out on sidewalks, and I had to jump over some dog poop, a tomato, and the occasional pot hole. Then we move to a slightly less unkempt road. Once we hit 3 miles, I started to feel better. Not struggling as much. We hit mile 4 and a tiny pebble ended up in my shoe. Once we hit the water stop, I stopped and got it out. What can I say? I'm the princess with the pea. That was much better. At mile 5 I took one of my Clif gel blocks, it tasted good. A lot like a gummy bear. The only problem is that while running you have a limited amount of spit. I finally got it choked down, and only mildly worried about it making a reappearance. I followed it with the Gatorade G2 and some water. I ended up taking off my jacket. Soooo glad I wore the running skirt. I didn't even flash my butt, the skirt stayed put. Once we hit mile 6 I was feeling great! I think I finally know what a runner's high is. I've been waiting for it to show up! I was excited, and feeling awesome. Michelle and I even ended up at the front of the pace group. We even ran the last little bit just for fun. We ended up finishing our 8 miles in 1:38, with and average min/mile of 12:29. Again, totally psyched. I wasn't even that sore. I got in the car and drove home. Ahhhhh there was the soreness when I got out of the car.<br />
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It's been a full day. After that, I went home, and back to Tulsa. I went to check out the Runner's World Tulsa store, and their 50% off winter gear sale. Got an awesome new pair of pants. Then to a birthday party for one of my wonderful nephews. Back home I took a little nap, and made dinner. My teenagers and husband went to a Daddy/Daughter dance at church. I'm here with the babies, looking forward to their bed time. Then I am going to clean the house again. That's my life and I wouldn't ever change it! <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418960863464319189.post-3384129867081276022012-02-02T18:45:00.003-06:002012-02-02T18:51:37.303-06:00The Beauty of an Emotional PurgeTwo posts in one day?? Yes!!! Sometimes I guess you just need to put all of your doubts down, so that you can smash them! I have stayed under my calories for today, and went for a run! One day soon, hopefully it will start paying off in weight loss.<br />
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So for the run, I went out, grudgingly. It has been beautiful today. 64 degrees. Just beautiful weather. I got my runkeeper going, and my ipod. I only wear one ear bud so that I can pay attention to traffic. I did a different route, because I didn't want to run into too much traffic. For mile 1 I felt like I was having a little bit of a hard time, but not too bad. I ran for longer periods than normal. My first mile I averaged a 12:31 min mile.<br />
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Mile 2, was a little bit better. I ran through town. It is soooo giant. Just kidding. One blinking light in the middle of town is not huge. I love it though, as this is where I grew up. Mile 2 I averaged a 12:03 min mile.<br />
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For mile 3, I was looking forward to getting home. I heard a train coming, so I picked up my speed. For mile 3 I averaged an 11:38 min mile. I beat the train. Yay me! No worries though, I didn't even see it, I was just worried I would have to stand there like an idiot as it passed.<br />
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So over all, I finished 2.96 miles in 35:31, total average was 12:05 min mile. I think I did awesome!!!<br />
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This is fitting for me. I have gained back around 10 lbs. I have continued running and Zumba, but still have managed to gain it back. It all comes down to diet. Mine is horrible. I'm on day 3 of keeping track of my meals on MyFitnessPal.com. I have stopped buying soda for my house, or going to Dad's house to take his, and haven't stopped at the gas station to get any. This is a small victory. I have had one can in 4 days. I used to drink 44oz before 10 am....everyday. I'm not cutting it out completely, but I am drastically reducing my consumption. <br />
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So, why do I keep doing this to myself? I start over and over and over. Do I really want to start over again next week? No. I want to keep track and get somewhere this time. I think that part of the problem is that I resent having to really watch what I eat. I used to be really thin without having to try. I ate whatever I wanted and didn't really exercise until I became a cheerleader in 11th grade. It is crazy that this bothers me though. I have been overweight longer than I was skinny. Not to mention how long ago that was! I am trying to make some substitutions that will be more lifestyle change than diet. I am eating oatmeal for breakfast (Steel cut made with water), and see above about the soda. Little things I may be able to handle better. I am still training for the half marathon in April, but really need to do better running on my own. <br />
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My goals:<br />
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1. I will continue with my training, but be more diligent about my solo runs.<br />
2. I will stay under my calorie guidelines.<br />
3. I will say one positive thing about myself everyday.<br />
4. I will eat vegetables at lunch and dinner.<br />
5. I will give this 12 weeks.<br />
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To end this on a positive note- I know I will meet my goals, I will succeed. Let's do this.<br />
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