Yup, that’s what I said to myself as we came out of the relative shelter of Hollywood Crescent on to Dallas Rd.
15K in to the race, and I’m right on pace for a 1:52:00 half marathon, and I get hit with a headwind!
Race day had been going pretty well up to that point.
I had slept in a downtown hotel the night before, so that I didn’t have to worry about driving in from the Westshore & finding parking. Not to mention that I would have had to leave the house around the same time I need to eat breakfast before a big race, so sleeping downtown was just easier for multiple reasons.
I slept well the night before, but had a hard time getting my breakfast down in the morning, but then food & I never agree with each other at such a hideous hour of the day.
I made it down to the Running Room to meet up with my fellow clinic members & walk down to the start. We stopped for people to check their gear, then headed over to the start line. I was anxious to just get started. So after a little pre-race chit-chat with some fellow runners, I put the headphones in the ears and started to tune everyone else out and focus on what I was about to do.
By now, everyone knows how “I Gotta Feeling” by Black Eyed Peas starts, and as soon as I heard it pumping in to my ears, I started to get hyped. I was ready. The time was here, it was time to go.
With the count of 5,4,3,2,1 we were off.Sort of. We pretty much walked to the actual start line, then started to run.
I don’t remember much of the first few kilometers. I was just one of thousands flooding through the streets of downtown. We turned here and there and headed up Johnson to Cook St, then down to the park. It was great to see so many people out there supporting us all.
Coming out of the park it was time to get the first package of Gu down, but that didn’t go well. Just like my stomach had no interest in breakfast, it was rebelling against the Gu as well. It rebelled for the entire race, but I choked it down and headed off along Dallas Rd.
Down at Memorial Cres., my friend Rita was out on her lawn, in her jammies, to cheer me on and see me pass! It was just the boost I needed after choking on my Gu.
I was ‘in the zone’ and not really paying attention to what was going on around me, other than the runners in my immediate vicinity, when I hear “hey AWESOME” being yelled at me from the oncoming runners. It was my ‘coach’ from the Running Room cheering me on.
Before I knew it, It was the moment I had been waiting for since I made the decision to run the Half Marathon this year not the full. I’m at the corner of Quamichan & Cowichan when I see a sign, that just 52 weeks earlier had made me question my sanity. This time I smiled as I ran towards it, knowing that I was on the home stretch now. From this point on, I was heading back towards the finish line.
It wasn’t very long after I past this sign, that I got the energy boost I needed. I know it’s not fair to be competitive with a friend, especially not with those who are in a more ‘mature’ age group than you, but when you realize that someone who has always been faster than you is behind you, it is then that you finally start to believe that the months of training have paid of and you can do this.
I’m glad I saw her at this point, because it wasn’t 2 kilometers later that I was confronted with the evil head wind that tried its hardest to beat my will for almost 5 kilometers!
At this point, my race became a mental one. My legs were tired and my head was trying to tell me to quit, but I couldn’t. I was doing well. I was on pace to set a new PB, I was ahead of that friend who had always been faster, I was going to make everyone so proud of me! For 5 kilometers I fought the headwind, and my legs begging me to quit. I just kept telling myself not to let her pass, not to let her get ahead of me, not to give up. This was my race, I had worked hard for months for this day and I was going to own it.
There was one last hill standing between me and the finish line. Everyone who races regularly in Victoria knows it. It’s that tiny little hill at the ‘one mile to go’ mark that feels like a mountain on race day! But I did it, for the first time, in any race I’ve ever run that covers this ground, I ran up it without stopping to walk before during and after. I showed that hill who was boss and pushed my way to the finish line. That last 800m was the longest 800m of my life, but I pushed through and saw 1:55:05 on the clock as I passed beneath it. I knew that wasn’t my chip time (which ended up being 1:54:09), but it was still a new PB, and that was all that mattered!
I set a goal to run the half marathon and set a new PB and that is exactly what I did (even if that damned headwind stole 2 minutes from me).
I want to congratulate everyone who got out there and ran on Sunday. Whether you met your goals or not, the fact that you got out there and ran is a great accomplishment!
Remember, “The miracle isn’t that I finished, the miracle is that I had the courage to start”.
Now, it’s time to start training for the Full 42.2 in 2011!
December 28, 2009.
That’s the day I was given the go ahead from my doctors to run again after my long recovery from the injury I gave myself by running too soon after the marathon last year.
December 29, 2009.
That’s the day I decided that a marathon wasn’t in the stars for me in 2010, and that I would focus on improving my half marathon time.
That was 282 days ago.
I have spent the last 282 days with a single focus: set a new Personal Best Half Marathon time on 10-10-10.
I really didn’t realize how much pressure I would be putting on myself when I announced that goal. Pressure that comes from both myself, and the people who have been with me through my training. And I know they mean well. And I know that the people who care about me will be proud of me no matter my time on this one race. After all, it is my 5th half marathon in 2010, and that in itself is an accomplishment.
The thing is, last year was so much easier. Last year I was running my first marathon and my goal was simply to ‘finish on my own two feet, under my own power’. There was no pressure to do it in a certain time. All I had to do was finish.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a great 9+ months of training and I know that I am more than capable of running a strong half marathon. Even if there were a couple aches and pains that slowed me down from time to time, all in all, training went as well as I could have hoped. I feel stronger than I ever have. I feel faster than I’ve ever been.
I feel ready.
So why am I freaking out so much?
Why can’t I stop thinking “What if?”. “what if I don’t set a new PB?”, “What if I totally fall apart & don’t finish?”, “What if a shoe lace comes untied and I fall on my face?”, “What if one of those silly little aches & pains comes back and ruins my race?”. Then I start to think “what if I have an amazing race, and blow my time out of the water, and collapse at the finish line?”, “what if I push too hard & become that person that passes out/pukes/shits their pants at the finish?”. Then after I’m done thinking that, I start with the ‘What if I don’t have the energy to get out there and cheer on my friends running the marathon?’, “what if I completely exhaust myself & spend the next 3 days in bed with dehydration/exertion headaches?”
I don’t know if this is typical for runners in taper. Sometimes I think I am the only one who spends the days leading up to a race full of self doubt.
The thing about taper is, there is nothing left to do but wait. You can’t do any hard training anymore, all you can do now is short easy runs to keep your legs moving. There is nothing that you can do now to improve your race time. You just have to wait for race day to get here. The only thing you really have control of now is your nutrition & hydration and getting enough rest. Your mind has so much time to wander, and you don’t have those 2-3 hour runs to help clear it. Once you’ve got your race day clothes picked out, and your nutrition purchased, and all the physical things you need ready for race day, all that’s left to so is wait. All that is left to do is think, and plan, and wait, all the while wondering “What if?”.
So I leave you with this…
What if I run an amazing race, set the PB I am aiming for, and feel great at the finish line?
Good luck to everyone running this weekend in whatever event you are running. Extra good luck to my friends Jen & Bri who are both running their first marathon this weekend!
I made a decision earlier this year not to train for the marathon again this year.
I decided I wanted to focus on setting a Personal Record (PR) in the half marathon.
After being disappointed early in the year with the results of 2 half marathons, I was really motivated to train hard and get my new PR.
As any runner knows, when you are training for a race, you make sacrifices. There are no late nights out on Saturday, or even Friday, when you are running long on Sunday. And when you do go out, you spend a lot of time explaining to people why you are turning down their offer for a glass of wine. You give up your Sunday mornings, and your Tuesday evenings, and your lunch hours so you can squeeze in more training. You make sacrifices so that you can reach your goal.
Sometimes it takes more energy to stay focused on your goal than it does to run your long runs. Sometimes it is harder to get to the start of your run than it is to get through your run. Sometimes when the alarm goes off on a Sunday morning, and you can hear the rain pounding on the roof, you want to pull the blankets over your head and say ‘screw it’.
Then all of sudden, you are counting down to race day in days, not months or weeks, and taper is so close you can taste it!
You start making your race day plans and inviting people to come support you in this big moment you’ve trained all year for.
In those long, tedious training runs, you’ve pictured yourself out on the race course. You’ve pictured the crowds along the route cheering you on. Most of all, you’ve pictured crossing that finish line and being greeted by your friends and family and being congratulated on the amazing thing you just did.
You see it all the time at races. Friends and family literally holding up exhausted athletes. Parents waiting for their grown children with a bouquet of flowers to say ‘well done’.
I’ve always been jealous of those people.
I have an amazing boyfriend. Last year he was along the marathon route in at least 7 places to refill my Gatorade & Gu supplies, give me kisses of encouragement when I passed him on a walk break, and to get a video of that last 500 meters as I crossed that finish line of my first marathon.
My mother was out on the route too, at about the 35K mark. Not at the finish line where I had asked her to be, to celebrate my achievement with me, but I give her credit for being there, I guess. Mr brother on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. You see he & his wife don’t go to the city. Not even when his only sister is doing the BIGGEST thing she has ever done.
Yup, I’ve always been jealous of runners with a supportive entourage.
I mentioned race day to my mother a few days ago, not that she didn’t know when it is. It’s always on (Canadian) Thanksgiving weekend. I was promptly informed that she would be out-of-town that weekend. Now, not only will there be no Thanksgiving Dinner, for the second year in a row, but she also won’t be at the race.
Did I mention that I’ve been training for this all year? And I find out three weeks before the race that my own mother is going out-of-town?
Now the best part of it is, when I expressed my disappointment, she replied with “well, I was there last year”. Yes Mother, a YEAR AGO, you sat in a lawn chair on the side of the road to watch me run past in ONE out of over THIRTY races I have run, and you didn’t even stick around to congratulate me when I finished. You went out-of-town.
My boyfriend will be there this year, at the finish line, to congratulate me. He is amazingly supportive of my running & racing. 2 weeks ago, he stood outside in the rain for 2 hours waiting for me to finish a ‘practice’ half marathon.
I can count on him to be there for me, but again this year I will miss my family.
I can’t help but be angry & hurt that my family doesn’t care enough to show up and be there for me ONE day of the year.
I mean it’s not like I took time off of work when my mother had surgery earlier this summer, so that someone would be home with her at all times for the first few days. And it’s not like I drove her places before & after her surgery because she couldn’t drive herself. And you know, I’ve never taken a day off of work in the middle of tax season to attend my brother’s citizenship ceremony and of course, I didn’t cancel a party I was planning the night my brother asked my mother & I to attend his RCMP Auxiliary training graduation.
Nope I’ve never gone out of my way to be there for my family when they want.need me. So why on earth would I expect them to support me at the event I have been training all year for?
When I decided to write this guest post for Mary’s blog , I thought it would be easy… but I guess I didn’t remember how long this story really was!
I should probably start by introducing myself. My name is Kirsty, and I’m a food-a-holic!
This is what I used to look like:
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been inactive and over weight. It wasn’t so bad when I was a teenager, but in my early 20’s, the pounds just started to come on. I can look back now and blame it on so many things; lack of activity, and unhappy relationship, a dependence on food from the drive thru and emotional eating to name a few. The thing is, the past is the past and there’s no point in dwelling on what I could have done. Instead, I’m here to tell you about what I did.
So what did I do??
Well, it wouldn’t be my complete story if I didn’t tell you that one of the first steps I took towards my weight loss was having a breast reduction. I was well over 200lbs, and I had massive boobs. I wore a 40DDD bra before the surgery. The pain of carrying those suckers around was unbelievable. I had constant headaches and back pain. I can’t even begin to tell you the relief that came after the surgery, and the joy that came with being able to buy bras in a regular store.
Now my breast reduction story isn’t perfect, there was complications, and the full journey from surgery to physical recovery took almost 2 years. The emotional recovery took longer and I actually put on some more weight after the surgeries.
Eventually, I got to a point where I looked around and took stock of my life. I looked at the people in my life, what I was doing with my life, and what I wanted from my life and what I realized was, I wanted more. I wanted more than to be overweight and riddled with health problems like the rest of my family members. I wanted more than daily insulin shots, along with countless other prescriptions. I wanted more than a life that revolved around what was on TV on what night of the week and what I was going to eat while I was watching it.
I wanted to LIVE my life.
So, in late 2006 I decided it was time to do something about it, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. So, I set myself a date, and that was it. That was the day I was changing everything.
I joined Weight Watchers on January 2nd, 2007 and it wasn’t my first time. In fact, when I walked in to register, I was greeted like an old friend.
You see, I had joined weight watchers once before and lost 25lbs, but I let life get away from me again and I put all the weight back on. I was actually the exact same weight on January 2nd 2007 as I had been a couple of years earlier when I joined.
The first few weeks on any new program is great. You’re in the honeymoon phase, and everything is so easy, and so fun, and so worth it. But slowly, that wears off and you’re struck with the reality hits that this is hard work.
I remember distinctly the moment I realized this time was the last time I was going to do this. I was standing on the scale talking to the receptionist who was weighing me. I was discouraged. I had only lost a pound. Just a pound. And it was going to take FOREVER to lose weight at this rate. But she said something to me, that stuck with me. She said “You’re going to do it this time.” I replied “I don’t know, it’s really hard & it’s taking a long time.” So she looks me dead straight in the face and says “I didn’t ASK if you were going to do it. I TOLD you that you were going to do it.”
Okay then, I guess that means I was going to do it.
Well, time passed and life changed. It was at that point that I realized that I was on a plateau with my weight-loss and that I needed to get active.
Knowing myself, knowing that I don’t do anything when I’m not accountable to someone else, knowing that I function best in a group activity, and that I like to be outside, I decided to take a “Learn To Run” class.
That first night, I thought I was going to die. You see, I had never exercised a day in my life. When I was a teenager, I had a knee problem and I was taken out of gym class indefinitely. When I decided to learn to run, I had been inactive for 18 years.
I went back for week 2, and the feeling of impending death lessened. Then the next week, it was less, and less and less. With the guidance of the experienced group leaders, I started to realize I could do this. Eventually, I was signed up for a 5K run on New Years Day 2008. Then I was signed up to be a group leader for a 5K training group. Then I was signed up for a 10K race.
I have to admit, that my first 10K race was a wreck. I had injured myself in training, and never actually run more than 5K but decided to run the 10K race anyway. I ended up puking my guts out at the finish line and spending the rest of the day in bed with the worst headache pain I have felt in my life!! But that didn’t stop me.
I don’t look too happy, do I?
Later in the year, I signed up for an 8K Road Race.
Little did I know that this 8K race would be another turning point in my life!
You see, the morning of the 8K race, I woke up feeling miserable and I didn’t want to run. It was just one of those days. But, I got out of bed, I got dressed and I made my way to the start line. The gun went off, and I was on my way. I was feeling so sorry for myself when I wasn’t even 3km in to the race, and I see the leaders passing me on their way back. WHY was I out here doing this to myself again? Well, I kept forcing myself to put on foot in front of the other, and eventually I was back at that same point I was when I saw the lead pack on their way back to the finish. It was around that point on the course that I saw something that changed me. I was feeling so sorry for myself because I wasn’t running as fast I was wanted to, and I didn’t feel as good as I had hoped to, and here, coming towards me was this man wearing his race number with this amazing smile on his face from ear to ear. He was so happy to be out there. Why was this so amazing? Because he was also wearing an oxygen mask and pushing a walker! Here I was, feeling so sorry for myself when I was healthy and running this race, while this man with such obvious health problems was out there enjoying every minute of his experience. How could that not change me?
Now, on top of the amazing experience I had out on the race course, there was so much more waiting for me at the finish line, where I was waiting for a friend to finish the marathon that was running the same day. I saw so many amazing people finishing their races. People who, to look at them, were in worse shape than me. People who were far older than me. People who you would never think would run, let alone, run a half or full marathon. It was such an inspiring thing to witness.
Seeing all that, left me standing there questioning myself, questioning why I had stopped my training at 10K. I mean, yeah, I always ‘injured’ myself when I tried to run 10K, but maybe, if I just put my mind to it and did it, I could do it. After all, these other people I was standing here watching were doing it. The only thing that was stopping me was, well, ME!
So, that was it… decision made… I was going to train for a half marathon!!
I was going to WHAT?? Are you kidding me… a half marathon?? that’s 21.1km! 13.1miles!
So, I sat down with a friend who was with me when I made the decision, and we made a plan. And then, a couple of days after our first run, I was sideswiped on my drive to work by an idiot who wasn’t paying attention. The passenger side of the car was wrecked, and my back was wrecked! I was in physio and under a doctor’s care, and there was NO RUNNING!
WHAT? I had this plan, I was ready to do my next big thing and I was totally sidelined!!
So, after 4 weeks of no running, then starting from scratch and getting my body back to being able to run 8-10km, I am ready to go. I am ready to start putting in longer distances and we get hit with the worst winter storm in years. So much snow, I was stuck in my house for 3 days.
Gah, another road block!!
But, where there is a will, there is a way, right??
So we put our minds to it and we just found places we could run where the sidewalks were clear, even if it meant running around the same block over and over again!
Well, eventually the weather cleared, and we continued our plan, and in March of 2009 I ran and finished my first half marathon! Then in May I ran my second & in June I ran my third! I was hooked… and somewhere in there I thought “Hey, what the heck, let’s take this all the way. Let’s run a marathon”.
Look at the difference proper training makes!!
Yup, I took it all the way. I did the hardest thing in my life. I ran a full marathon on October 11, 2009, exactly one year from the day I decided I could run further than 10K.
It’s still hard to believe. I mean, for 30 years of my life I was in active, overweight and lazy. My idea of exercise was walking inside McDonald’s instead of going through the drive through. I was told at the age of 13 that I could not be active because my knee injury was too severe and here I was training for and running a marathon.
I have to tell you that running a marathon was the hardest and most rewarding thing I have ever done. It took a lot of time and dedication. I gave up my entire summer to making sure I was running 3 or 4 times a week. I didn’t go on holiday, I didn’t go to weekend barbecues, I just focused on the goal and I did it.
Look, I really did it! Here I am 3 strides away from the finish:
I guess that is the moral of the story here. I put my mind to it, and I did it. And the same can be said for any goal you want to set. If it’s to lose the next 5lbs, to lose the whole 50lbs, to run your first 5K, to walk a 10K, to run a half marathon… if you want to do, you can do it. Just put your mind to it and do it.
Just remember this “The miracle is not that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start”.
I said I wasn’t going race as much this year.
The marathon took a lot out of me last year. It took a lot of time, focus and energy.
I didn’t want to do that this year. I wanted to enjoy my summer, so I decided to focus on the Half Marathon at the GoodLife Fitness Victoria Marathon 10-10-10. It will still take a lot of time, focus and energy, but Sunday runs will be about 2 hours at the longest, not the 4 hours I became familiar with last year!
My plan for this year was to first build my speed and distance back up after having to take 6 weeks off over the winter due to injury. Then I was going to run a couple of key events that were important to me, so I could compare myself to last year, then focus on my October goal race.
Well, then something happened. Back in January, I ran my first race of the year, my first race back from injury & I knocked a minute off of last years time. Then the next race I knocked a minute off, and then 90 seconds came off of the next race… I was on a roll. This was my year!!! Well, my level of competitiveness with myself took over, and before I knew it, I was on a mission.
Well, that went well until the crazy time of year at work took its toll on me, and seriously cut back my time available for running for the last 2 weeks of April… and we know how well that went when I ran the Oak Bay Kool Half Marathon on May 16th, and if you don’t know yet, then you need to go read that blog post.
Man, that was a heart breaker. The first race this year where I didn’t beat last years time! But man oh man, that medal at the end of the race that says “finisher” mostly made up for it!!! Oh the medal, how I love the medal!
See, the great thing about distance running is the pure and simple fact that you don’t have to be the fastest, or the strongest, or the youngest to get a medal, you just have to do it, you just have to finish, and you get a medal! It makes you forget all that hard work and pain and reminds you that what you just did is something most people can’t do, something that is worth a medal!
But, if I was going to stick with my plan, that would mean no more medals until October! YIKES! Could I go that long without a medal? Apparently not.
I had heard some chatter around the running community about this ‘inaugural’ race coming up. The first year of a brand new race, a brand new half marathon, and the route ran right through my neighbourhood. How could I not run it??
How could I not run the inaugural Fort Rodd Hill Historic Half Marathon??
Well the answer to that was pretty simple. There was no way I could run it, the route was WAY too tough!! You guys should see some of the hills on the route, and it was a loop route that had to be run twice!! Are you kidding me?? Wait, what’s that? There’s a medal at the finish line? Oh, well… now you’re talking my language.
Well, after thinking it over and tweeting about with @briwifruit (aka: Bri), we both decided that a medal was worth it.
Damn you medals and your irresistable draw!
So yesterday was race day, and I woke up at 5:30, anxious to get out there and get it over with.
I have to admit, I got oddly emotional driving to the race, as I passed my elementary school, and I saw the ‘caution, race in progress’ signage. Then I got nauseous remembering that it wasn’t just a race, it was a 21.1km (13.1mile) race. Then I got nervous when I passed the fire you see pictured here at another point on the route!
The fire ended up delaying the start of the race by about 15 minutes or so, while organizers tried to figure out how to get us around it. The detour ended up shortening the route a little, but we won’t talk about that, because if we did talk about that, we would have discuss the fact that, had the race been the complete distance, this would have likely been my worst half marathon ever. But, I’m not stressing that, because I didn’t go out there to run a specific time, I went out there to finish it, and get another medal to add to my collection!
The course was pretty harsh, a long uphill stretch to start, then some undulations, then a short uphill, followed by a long downhill and a flat stretch… then do it all over again!!! I had hoped that the long downhill runs would compensate for the harsh uphills, but that wasn’t the case.
So, what did I get out of yesterday, other than a shiny new medal?? Well, I got inspiration to continue my quest to set a half marathon personal best in October, but on top of that, I got the realization that I need to work on my hill training.
But on top of all that, I got to meet @briwifruit (aka: Bri) face to face!! I think I need to start running with that girl occasionally… she kicked my butt, and there’s nothing like training with someone who runs faster than you to make you run faster!
Now it’s on to ‘official’ training for the half marathon in October.
Wish me luck, I’m gonna need it.
Sometimes I feel like my body is the result of a faulty manufacturing process.
I have always managed to damage various parts of my body much more easily than anyone else I know. And for as long as I can remember, the parts I damage never really seem to heal properly.
The good news is, now I have a great health care team, and any new injuries or pains that come up are treating promptly, and I seem to recover relatively quickly. The thing is, that doesn’t help the recurring, old injuries that seem to have been around forever.
13 years ago, I had an accident at work, when I was working in a grocery store deli department. I took a nasty fall and broke my right wrist. Or didn’t break it. Or did. Maybe I didn’t. The doctors never could decide. The cast went on, and came off, and went on, and came off. And there was x-ray after x-ray, and physical therapy, and bone scans, and doctor’s appointment after doctor’s appointment. It was never-ending… it went on for years!!
Eventually, I settled down in a to new job, and a new routine, and figured out how to live with the annoyance of regular wrist pain. I adapted. A typing teacher would probably freak if they saw the way I type. I relearned how to hold a pen, and adapted my writing style. I tend to favour my right hand, and avoid using it too much because it gets sore and tired, but it just become a fact of life!
Until recently that is.
Back in March I took a couple falls within weeks of each other. The first one was when I tripped rushing up the stairs to my front door, and the second was when I was out running the trails of Royal Roads University with my running group. I saw a doctor, and he told me to splint my wrist, and ‘take it easy’.
Okay… that’s easier said than done in my line of work in mid-March when things are just starting to gear up for the busiest 6 weeks of the year. So I kinda just put it off and ignored it, and didn’t bother seeking additional medical attention because I just didn’t have time.
Yeah, that was not the smartest idea. It just got worse. And eventually, by the end of April I was waking up in the middle of the night because the pain was so bad, then when I woke up in the morning, my wrist was completely seized up. It has to be one of the most painful things I have ever experienced. Every morning, when I woke up, I would have to manually manipulate my wrist with the other hand, until it slowly started to loosen up and move.
Eventually, I had had enough, and I left work and headed to the doctor… after an exam, & an x-ray she had no diagnosis for me, so she ordered a CT Scan and told me to see my family doctor when the results came in. So I did. Apparently it says that I have a ‘bony abnormality’ on my scaphoid.
Okay, so what does that mean???
I swear, specialists speak a whole different language… but he was cute, so I forgave him.
Anyway… the bad news is… my wrist is messed up. He said I have scapholunate instability and tendonitis. Basically, fancy words for ‘a whole lotta pain’.
So what now??
Now I am stuck in this lovely wrist splint. 20 hours a day, 7 days a week, until further notice.
I have exercises to do on a daily basis. I have to go back in 4 weeks to decide what to do next!!! The therapist mentioned a surgical solution to the problem, as well as a naturopathic solution. Both have their pros and cons. Surgery is more likely to be successful, but is more invasive and has a longer recovery time. The naturopathic approach is less specific, and not guaranteed to produce results. The surgery will be a long way off because of waiting lists to see a specialist & get a surgery date. The naturopathic approach could help, and could help sooner.
I guess I have lots to think about, but for now, I just need to resist the urge to tear this thing off and throw it out of the window!!!
Well, it was just over a week ago that I announced that I am giving up cupcakes and today was the first day someone actually questioned me on that pledge!
*cupcake count this week?
That’s right, I said ZERO CAKE! Not only did I avoid cupcakes, but I avoided all cake.
And it’s not like there wasn’t temptation. There was a stop at Starbucks on my road trip… and those cupcakes they are carrying lately are amazing!! There was also lunch at this little cafe in Tofino where the desert case was right inside the door when you walk in with these huge cupcakes staring me in the face… and I didn’t give in. At all.But seriously, why are there cupcakes everywhere these days???
When my birthday finally gets here in November, I want a cup cake birthday cake… okay? so who ever is in charge of my birthday cake this year, just get me one of those ‘cakes’ that is make up of a bunch of cupcakes on a fancy stand!!! I can tell you where to go get it.
I had a great road trip, and I wasn’t too fussy about what I ate, but I did notice myself paying attention to my hunger signals, and making healthier choices where available. There was a delicious lunch that I would have normally cleaned the plate on, and I only ate half and took the other half home for dinner. I had a pizza for lunch one day too… but then I made dinner that night and we had salad with chicken breast. So all in all, I balanced it out. Hopefully the choices show on the scale next week at weigh in!
I also got out and walked a lot… even in the rain. But the scenery was amazing, so it was great inspiration to get out there and enjoy it.
I wish I had run while I was away, my legs were not happy with me when I went out for a run last night. But then again, I was running a pretty challenging route in preparation for the half marathon I am running on Sunday.
I have to say, having a race in the near future makes it easy to make healthier choices. Cupcakes aren’t even remotely appealing in the week before a race! Plus, I KNOW that I run better when I have been eating well, and drinking water in the days leading up to the race. Hopefully, the fact that I, on Tuesday, am going to be starting to train seriously for a personal best half marathon in October, will help me keep things in line over the next few months!
I’m looking forward to summer arriving soon, so that I don’t have any excuses for not running. I can come up with a million excuses not to run in the winter/spring when the weather is bad, but nothing seems to stop me in the summer when it’s nice out. I’m also looking forward to getting back up to Ucluelet when the summer arrives so I can take more amazing pictures like the one you see here.
So, I have a Half Marathon on Sunday, and then that’s it for racing until October. It’s time to buckle down and get serious It’s time to pay attention to my hydration and my nutrition! If I truly want to run my best ever half marathon in October, then I have to put in my best effort!!!
“Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it.”