It is that time again to set the goals for the month. August is always such an awesome month but it is bittersweet because you can start feeling a twinge of Fall. We have so many fun activities planned over the course of the next 31 days. We have a family reunion, Birthday Mania (all three of my kids were born in August within 13 days of each other-BAM!), Kid Rock Concert (I am a huge fan), a girls weekend, and the Minnesota State Fair.
My goals for August:
Lose 10lbs. While I know that might not exactly be realistic and a tad aggressive, I need to get the scale going in the right direction. Birthdays, travel, and food on a stick are not exactly a good recipe for my weight loss. I am smart enough to know all things in moderation but cake and fried foods are my kryptonite. If I set an aggressive goal, I might (MIGHT) be able to control myself a bit especially if I am posting this goal for the world to read. I will be tracking my intake on My Fitness Pal and I have signed up for Healthy Wage (more on that in a different post).
Run an entire mile. I know I covered 13.1 not that long ago but I could not run a mile at gun point. One of my 2018 goals is to find my way back to running. I know a mile isn’t much but I get winded walking to my car at this point. Baby steps. I plan on using the Couch to 5K program to get me on my way.
Pack lunches. In an effort to tighten the fiscal belt, I am going to pack my lunch for work. I am spending way too much money because I am too lazy to throw a few items in a paper bag. I find it obnoxious that a basic salad can cost $12 when I can make 5 meals for that amount of money. Plus I will be supporting goal #1.
Now that they are published I am going to feel like a fool if I don’t get after it!
Rewind time to October 2017. I just finished the Loony Challenge and completed the 10 mile portion of the race when I uttered the words “This is my last race ever”. It wasn’t 2 hours later and my evil and awesome friends had different plans for me. The Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon in Duluth was having an open registration for the first time ever! Which meant no random lottery to select participants. This race has historically been one of the hardest races I have tried to get into. I have been rejected several times because my name was never randomly drawn. As appealing as it was to jump on board, I still was not sold. Meanwhile, my friends were all ready to hit the confirm payment button and they were bullying urging me to sign up with them.
I knew I would not have ample time to train. Committing to extra scheduling during hockey season is just plain stupid. Plus I really hate running on the snow and ice. I also knew that this race would fill up in a matter of minutes so I had to make a quick decision. Knowing myself, I would feel really bad if my friends were all doing the race and I wasn’t. So I caved to my bully friends and signed up.
Eight months later, I found myself toeing the line of the half marathon start. I felt sick for what was about to happen. I quite literally had to find my running shoes that had not been worn since October and I had to buy a new charger for my Garmin that was stashed in a drawer. In other words, I did not run one single mile to prepare for this race. It was going to be PAINFUL. The gun went off and I started to move.
Miles 1-8: I actually felt okay. I ran the first half mile then when 2 minutes of running and one minute of walking…unless there was an uphill (there were a few) or if there was a water stop (lots of them too). I even ran into a few people I knew on the course after my friends left me in the dust.
Miles 9-11: My back and my legs started cramping. My foot starting feeling pain and I cursed the fact I was wearing 3 year old shoes that died a long time ago. I cursed myself for signing up. I cursed myself for not training. I really was praying for the race to be over. I knew quitting wasn’t an option because I would never live it down from my husband. I didn’t want to hear the words “I told you so” come out of his smug mouth.
Miles 12-13: I was too far in to drop out even though I was completely over the run. The route that I knew from past experience was redirected into the bowels of Duluth. It was a steep downhill on concrete with a steep uphill to get out of it. My finish line song came on prematurely and I chose to keep hitting the back button so I would have it handy when I crossed that finish line. In case you are wondering, my finish line song is American Bad Ass by Kid Rock.
Final .1 Mile: I truly gave it all I had. I had nothing more and crossed the finish line on jelly legs, sore foot/ankle, and every muscle in my body screaming and seizing up on me. I finished the race to the lyrics of American Badass “I know it stinks in here, because I’m the shit”. I could not agree more! The moment I stepped on the final timing sensor, I saw a text come through on my watch from my husband congratulating me.
Final time: 3:01:45. Not my worst and it was far from my best.
What did I learn from this experience:
You CAN run a half marathon with zero training.
I do NOT recommend running a half marathon with zero training. Respect the distance, respect your body.
Marathon photographers really get flattering photos. These photos are both horrifying and hilarious.
I would like to say this is my last race but it was so much miserable fun that I know I will do it again. I will leave with my famous last words…
I have started 43 different blog posts since my last one in MARCH and have not finished ONE of them!! I was hoping to have a little consistency with my writing but sometimes life and the real job that pays me tells me my priorities are a bit different.
I miss my blogging days when I used to write my blog titled Chubby Chicks Run Too. I really would like to get back into some consistency. There is something about writing about your life and posting it for the world to read that keep things honest and provides a little accountability. Even if no one reads it, my words are still out there!
In order to get back to the space of accountability and honesty, I have listed my June goals below.
I will go to my boot camp class 14 times. The class count would be higher for the month but we are out of town several days in June. This class is more than just a calorie burn, it is my 5:30AM therapy session with a great group of people. Last month I needed to get into the habit of getting up at before the birds and while that part wasn’t fun, the interactions with this group was worth every minute. We laugh, we bitch, we smack talk and then we go about our day while the world is still sleeping. Getting up at this time is still very much a challenge for me because I never feel like I am getting enough sleep and I use it as an excuse not to go.
I will complete the Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon despite not running a single mile since the last October. I have this really bad practice of signing up for long races and then never training for them. I always finish and it is always painful. The sad part is that I never learn my lesson and do it again with the intent to train but the cycle continues. I am not proud of my finishing times but I am proud of my mental resolve to get me though. I am going conquer the course by running the first mile if I can (slowly) then transition to a run/walk interval that has not been determined yet.
This should be a no brainer for me since I am allergic to wheat and my doctor told me “Do NOT eat Gluten”. I don’t have a problem with this plan until someone brings donuts or I am confronted with a juicy burger on a soft real bun or I am really craving a cold beer on a hot day. They are my kryptonite and I have zero self control despite the painful and sometimes embarrassing consequences. My plan is to just not eat it.
So there they are, my goals for June out in the in the world and my first blog post in a very long time.
It was a pretty chill weekend in our house. It was one of those weekends rarely comes around where there isn’t much on the calendar. Friday night, I got my hair cut. Saturday, my daughter had hockey practice. Sunday, I didn’t get out of my sweat pants. It was the perfect weekend to attack my very long and neglected to-do list. What I should have done and what I actually did were on opposite ends of the spectrum. While I wasn’t a complete sloth, my to-do list was still pretty neglected.
I did take manage to take advantage of a nice MN Spring day and go for a run with my daughter. I am using the term run very loosely. It was more of a 3 mile walk with 5 bursts of running. Let me define “bursts of running”, it was a minute or two of slow, pain full running. It was tough. This body has gotten big over the last few years and moving it requires a lot of effort. I survived but it kicked my butt. Evidently, I am too slow for my daughter. She took off without me.
I have some big plans this spring and summer that is going to require me to dust off the running shoes. My motivation is starting to come back as the snow goes away. I may have to keep bringing my daughter because she was a good coach.
One thing I didn’t do and I am now regretting it is playing hockey. Our team won the state championship!!! I marked myself as unavailable since we had kid commitments. But when the calendar cleared, I never changed to be available as I thought it might be nice not to be over-scheduled. I think I still made the right choice, but I sure missed playing and so wish I could have celebrated with the team. I vowed that next year I will be a full-time player again.
Even though I didn’t get much done it was still I good weekend chill. I am not sure when I’ll get the opportunity to laze around again for awhile!