I can't do this

This week was the first week that I thought to myself, I can't do this.

I had a short 2.5 mile run on Tuesday. I couldn't make it through. I had to switch over to intervals, walking at least a half mile of the whole thing. I felt completely defeated. I could barely pick up my legs. Then on Thursday I had a three mile run. I jogged that whole route, but I was miserable. It was rainy and gross and I just kept telling myself that it was too much for me. I can't do it.

Then yesterday happened. It was beautiful outside, a little chilly start to my run, but perfect. I knew I had a five mile journey ahead of me. I had dreaded it all morning on my way back from Arkansas. So when I got home, I immediately fueled up, suited up, and watered up so I could hit the pavement.

The first two miles were a little difficult, thinking about how much I had left to go. I decided to jog off my normal route, searching for a road I had once driven down that was scenic and close to home. It took me over two miles to find it, but it kept my mind off of that "I can't do this" gut feeling. I jogged down that mile stretch of road. It's one of those hidden roads in suburbia that makes you feel like you're out in the country, completely disconnected from civilization.

That mile passed, and much to my dismay, that gem of a path dumped me out on one of the main roads. I found a sidewalk and started heading the direction of my apartment complex. I misjudged how far away I was and before I knew it, I was at the bottom of my biggest hill-to-date. At this point, I was already five miles in, but decided I would stop running when I reached my apartment. I popped in one of my energy jelly beans (that I'll post about at a later date), and jogged the hell outta that hill. I found myself switching between grass and asphalt the last mile to my place, trying to avoid the Saturday rush whizzing by me on the outer road by my apartment.

Six miles.

I can do this.

It's worth it

 Week two was a success. I continue to surprise myself.

I completed a 5K in under 36 minutes. That was my goal for May, and I've already done it. I ran four miles without stopping. I'm still trying to figure out how I did that, but I'm not complaining. I honestly feel like four might be my max for jogging without stopping, but only time and my body will tell. I could tell that my legs really wanted to stop around mile 2.5 this past Saturday, but my mind wouldn't let them. I think there's a certain breaking point, and I'm only going to push it so far. I need to keep my body healthy and injury free.

The Midwest weather has kept me on my toes. I ran in temperatures ranging from 34 - 70 degrees last week. My knees are tired of it and so am I. That said, I'm just entirely grateful for the opportunity to run. My pictures post-run are often sad looking. The first five minutes after I complete a run I slow down, snap a picture, and document exactly how I'm feeling. I promise that ten minutes later I feel like a million bucks. It's a high that I can't describe. I literally feel like at that moment I could do anything I ever dreamed of doing. That's a scary sort of thing, but it's exhilarating and it's the reason I continue to run. It hurts every time, but it's worth it.

After 4 miles!

Finding fitness focus

 I love alliterations almost as much as I love sweet tea, but seriously...I'm finding a new focus.

Losing weight has been on the top of my "to-do" list all year. It's been all about eating right and working out so that I can get healthy by losing all those extra pounds. It has been challenging and sometimes heart wrenching. Stepping on the scale every morning has become habitual. It often leads to disappointment, because the weight just doesn't fall off like it used to.

I realized that I started this journey to get healthy, live a better life, and prove to myself that I can do whatever I set my mind to. So, why have I boxed myself into a number? Frankly, that's just stupid. So I'm finished with that for now. I have started a new chapter where I will focus on fitness and start chasing other goals I never thought I'd touch. Until June 8th, my focus will be on training for my half marathon and taking care of my body so I can finish the race. I should continue to lose weight, but I don't want to make that number a higher priority than my training.

Last week was really successful. The plan I'm following includes three running days (short, medium, long), two cross-training days, and two rest days. I've been jogging for awhile now, but no matter what I do it always seems that I have to stop to walk after a half mile. It has become very disheartening. I don't know what happened, but last week a lightbulb went off. Maybe I should slow down my jogging pace and see if I can maintain it?

Duh.

I completed my 2 mile, 2.5 mile, and 3.2 mile jogs without stopping to walk last week. My average minute per mile was consistent with what it was when I was stopping to take walking breaks, but it seemed to be better on my legs and not as difficult on my lungs. I am slow. So far my average minute per mile pace is between 11:20 & 11:40. But if I could maintain that for 13 miles, I'd be happy. We'll just see where this goes. My expectation is to complete not compete.

As far as training goes, I'm approaching it with the same mentality. I want to find some pleasure in this process. For my short & medium runs during the week (which only go up to 5 miles), I will complete them with the intention of not stopping to walk, just so I can build up my endurance. I will aim to complete my long runs, even if it means walking. I'm also focusing on a diet that will better prepare me for long runs, even if it means slowing down the weight loss.  Avoiding injury and staying healthy are very important to me during this process.


Training was awesome last week and I got to complete my long, 3-mile run out by the lake. I even followed it up with some fishing. It was a tiring week, but every day was a success. I went out for my 2-mile run today and was ill-prepared for how hard it was. Regardless, I'm ready for the ups and downs. I'm ready for the hard times and the good times. I'm ready to surprise myself. Here goes nothing...

Lake time.

Fishing after my first time jogging a full 5K without stopping.

2 Miles. Felt like 5.

The new goal

It's going to happen.
On June 8th, 2013 I will complete my first half marathon. Or I'll die trying.

I am icing my foot as I sit here and type this. I couldn't find my ice pack so I improvised. I'm using my wine bottle cooler as a replacement. It works well enough! Unfortunately, I think I may have injured my foot. The outside of my right foot gets random, aching pains.  I hope it's nothing too bad, but thankfully I'm in the beginning of my official training and I've been taking my rest days very seriously.  Before I panic and bring my training to a screeching halt, I'm going to go get some foot advice from my favorite shoe people, New Balance. My shoes are worn down. I definitely need a new pair, and I'm hoping it's a worn out pair of shoes that is causing my foot pain and not a stress fracture or something else that could stop me before I even start.

Fingers crossed, because I have not been this excited about something in a very long time. Although running is a continued challenge for me, I've been so ecstatic about my runs the past week. The weather, training plan, and new goals have me totally psyched.

I plan to post more tomorrow about my first official week of training and my new goals, but for now it's time to tend to my feet and my general well being. Sleep has never sounded so good.

Overwhelming support

I was completely overwhelmed today. I woke up to a series of comments that brought me to tears. I have been so incredibly grateful for all of the support I've received from family, friends, and even strangers throughout my journey so far. I struggle to find the words to communicate to people just how much of a difference their kind and encouraging words make in my life.

Thank you.

ONEderland

I did it!
I'm finally under 200 pounds. A year ago, I remember thinking how incredible it would be if I could break 300 pounds.  When I did that, I couldn't believe it. Here's my post from that day, less than a year ago.

May 28th, 2012:

"Today is a big day. 

No..today is a ginormous day! But it’s a smaller me celebrating such a big success. 

I’m finally out of the 300s as far as the pounds go. I weighed myself this morning to discover that I am down to 298.6. I haven’t seen a “2” in front of my weight since high school. Today was a day of mixed emotions. I caught myself thinking, “How did I let myself get to over 300 pounds?” But then I reminded myself that that part of my life is over. I will never be over 300 pounds again (unless I weigh myself tonight ;0) ) I’m only a quarter of the way to my goal, but this my friends… is a huge success.

I have officially lost 52.4 pounds in these three months. I can’t wait to see what I am capable of in the coming months."

Here I am, less than 50 pounds away from my goal weight. Will it be hard? Heck yes. Can I do it? Get ready, world! I haven't seen a "1" in front of my weight since junior high. I've lost almost 170 pounds. Instead of reflecting on how horrible I treated myself for most of my life, I decided to focus on the good. I met another goal. I conquered trials and tribulations on the way. I'm getting ready to start training for my first marathon. Some days I'm weak, but most days I'm strong. If this is ONEderland, I'm ready to make the most of it. 

This was my biggest moment on this journey so far. I just never thought I'd be here.

Thanks for all the continued support. You have no idea how much it means to me. 

Missing mom

Yesterday was a beautiful Easter Sunday. I was so excited to put on my brand new summer dress and strut around in my favorite wedges. I absolutely love spring. The lovely weather and bright, sunny skies just renew me.

I slept in late and headed out for a run after breakfast. It was perfect. I got ready for Easter dinner while listening to my favorite Eric Church and Garth Brooks songs. It dawned on me that this would be a perfect day for fishing. So, I packed up my bag with jeans and a tee to change into after dinner. I even packed my cowboy hat because I honestly have no where else to wear that thing, even though I love it. I hopped on the scale before leaving for the afternoon.

199.8 pounds.

I'll have a whole post dedicated to that number, but I have to mention it in this one to explain the rest of this post.

It was a really happy moment, a huge accomplishment. And then like lightening, it hit me. I wish my mom was here. I banished those thoughts to the back of my mind, grabbed my keys and headed to my dad's.

Dinner was nice. Not like it used to be, but nice. I got to spend a little time with my younger sister and see my dad, happy to be home from a long business trip.  But I knew they were coming. The tears. Of course I was right. When I got into my car to head to the lake, that song was on. It's the one that gets me every time. So I cried like a baby for the first time in a long time. I made it to the lake just in time to watch the sun go down, alone on a rock, right by the water.

In just a little over two months it will be 10 years since my mom died. Ten years. That's so incredibly insane to me. I don't think about her every day like I used to, but about once a year or so I become overwhelmed with loneliness. Yesterday was one of those days. It's usually something sad that triggers those feelings, but this time was different. It was a beautiful day. I spent great time with family. I met my biggest weight loss goal to-date. I wanted so badly to share those moments with her. I wanted to remember them with her in them. But unlike my journey this past year, wanting it more won't make it happen.

My mom was difficult, but brilliant. She could make me laugh and cry, all in the same moment. She drove me nuts a lot of the time. But if there's anyone that could be more excited than me about my past year, it would have been her. She would have demanded celebration, even if I tried to fight it. She would have danced around the kitchen and smothered me in hugs. Just like my struggles, my victories are not the same without her.

I  woke up this morning after three hours of sleep and decided to pull myself together. She really wouldn't want me wasting my life away feeling sorry for myself. I said a little prayer, snuggled my cat, and decided to make the most of my day.  That's what I have to do when I'm missing mom.