Thursday, August 28, 2014
"Don't make me run. I'm full of chocolate!" —Uter"
That's a quote from the Simpsons show.....it tickled my funny bone but I don't think it's entirely accurate for me. I'm more the " Oooo Chocolate! I'll run for that!" kind of girl. LOL
This was today's Garfield comic strip. I swear Jon Arbuckle knows me! LOL
Guess that says it all!
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
But do we even want to be?
As we go through life, changes happen. We tend to think about a lot of the changes that accompany age as being negative but really they are just different not necessarily bad.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have appreciated my younger self. I should have appreciated the body I resided in at 25 and taken care of it in a manner that it deserved. However, at that time, I was (as always) super critical of my body and too busy (the excuse) to treat that body with respect.
Now, at 62, I look into the mirror and can see so many changes. I may be asked for an ID to get the senior discount (that's something isn't it?) but I haven't been asked to prove my age to buy liquor for many, many years. LOL
But, as I said earlier, all the changes are not bad. I wouldn't want to go back to my 20's, not really, even while I peer at my reflection and recall my former self.
I can look back realistically and know that I was not always as heavy as I thought I was but I can also note that I am far fitter now than I was back then. I am stronger both physically and psychologically.....Ok, I don't have hand strength, my wrists and fingers are exhibiting the ravages of time but I am strong. I can do some things today that I would not have dreamed possible in my 20's. I know that my diet is far healthier than that of those earlier years. I have attained the age of recognizing what is important to me, treasuring and optimizing those things while letting the other "stuff" go. Believe me, that is a valuable lesson that seems to only come with age.
There is an old joke about two bulls standing on a hill out in a field. As the two bulls survey their field, they see a herd of cows looking lovely in the sunshine and the young bull says to the older one...."what do you say we run down this hill and get one of those cows?" The older bull just shakes his head and says " you go right ahead.....but I'm going to walk down there and take them all"
There is a reason I have had these rambling thoughts today. I read an article here on SP today about getting back into shape after pregnancy. One might think this article had little value for someone like me but in it, that thought about never being the same but better for the miracle of nurturing life, reached me to the core. A reminder that for every season there is a reason. It may seem natural to look with regret at what we've lost but we need to remember what we've gained. All change is not bad.
In the words of "old blue eyes"
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Don't be afraid of change my friends. We'll never be the same again, but then we really don't want to be do we?
Sunday, August 10, 2014
I haven't run a race in a long time. Injuries kept me from the road races and common sense said that recreational running was more appropriate....for a while. LOL
Of course, one sure way to get me to do anything is to call it a mini spark reunion. And that my friends is what happened. Wascallywone had a change in plans and was looking for something to do this weekend. Catantigo, her daughter and her sisters were going to be doing the Tater Trot so it was a natural. Two years ago, my husband and I had done this with Cat and had had a great time. You see where this is going don't you?
Now Debbieck is relocating to another state and even though joining the group meant many hours in the car for a brief visit and lunch, she and her very brave husband joined the group as well. They had other commitments so couldn't be there for the walk/run but got there in time for the reward ceremony when the reunion began.
What a fun thing to do!
But, when I run a race, even when I haven't been training, I have this burning desire to bring home a trophy. That is what got me into trouble in the past don't you know?! Pride goes before the fall!
So....I tried very hard to tell myself NOT to think about the trophy I brought home the last time I ran this race. I told myself to erase the finish time of that prior trot from my memory. Two years older, not adequately trained, no competition for years now...this is about fun, not bling. LOL
My facebook friends already know that I did not bring home a trophy unless you want to call those blisters on the toes of my right foot bling. So I need to ask the question.
Does a trophy need to be gilt?
Remember that I have not raced or trained for this really so when I look at the Garmin info, I am pleased. As is common, my first mile was accompanied by some wheezing and coughing, I should have used my inhaler before starting out but forgot. Doh!! LOL given that, I was surprised to see that mile one was done in 11 minutes. That's ok for me. Miles 2, 3, & 4 were very consistent right around 12 min give or take a few seconds. Not superb race pace perhaps but I'm fine with that since I know that it is a safe pace for me in my untrained state. Unfortunately, some blistered toes from some walks in the last week or so were not as resolved as I thought. Or, rather they were resolved but the skin was young and tender and not tough enough for what I was putting it through. So, mile 5 was slightly slower but still very respectable for me.
Mile six was another story. I was pushing through the discomfort but found it very necessary to walk at times feeling as though the toebox of my right shoe was just one big blister. During this mile, I was still doing a reasonable back and forth with a couple of fellas I recall from that race two years ago...yes, they are older, I know that one of them is in his eighties. I could be tempted to allow pride to make me feel badly in the struggle to keep up with these guys but instead I look at them with admiration and feel honored to be able to run at pace with them for awhile. At one point when I pulled ahead very briefly the older of the two said "that's ok for you to pull ahead, you're half my age!" to which I replied, "I don't think so!" That of course demanded the whole age discussion and when I told him I was 62, LOL, his disbelief was a kind of a trophy for me. Why do I do this? is it for the trophy or is it to be as fit as I can be at any age?
Shortly after this exchange a woman I had been dogging throughout the race looked over her should and asked, "did I hear you say you're 62?" We started to talk as we trotted next to each other and she obviously felt the need to talk. She told me that her mother has cancer and is going through chemo, once again, and it's obvious it's important for her to talk about these concerns. I might have been able to keep my pacing with the guys. Heck, I know I could have. It would have been painful but I had it in me. But....I took advantage of this other trophy of running these races....connection with others. The final 3/4 mile was much slower. Who cares? Maybe I wouldn't have made it onto the awards stage anyway but if I had, would it be any better take away than the brief connection to another runner? I don't think so!
So, the 2014 Tater Trot was a prize winner for me. Time with friends. Finding out that I have more in me than I might have thought. Affirmation that continuing to work at this health and fitness journey is worth it....surprising folks with your age is fun! And finally, being human, connecting to others.....You know? I think these things are all gilt!
Thursday, July 31, 2014
I love my technology!
Access to internet has allowed me to make friends I would have otherwise never met.
When you live in the sticks, being able to shop, research and educate is like a gift.
My fitbit flex nudges me to move even though I can only dream of catching up to Janet. LOL And my Garmin runs with me like the best running buddy....warning me to slow or pushing me to speed up and cheering me on when I make my distance for the day or when I study my log.
I LOVE my technology.....................except when it doesn't work. LOL
No, my patient friends, I am not going to repeat the harangue of the cellphone saga of the past few days. I promised you, kind pals, the drama queen will settle down.
This morning while I was on line sparking and checking e-mail, I tried to look at my fitbit dashboard and kept getting a message that I had no internet connection....not true! BooHoo! My look at the step board for my daily inspiration...not to be. My sleep log...not available. I felt lost. Stupid, but it's that morning routine and I guess fix that I just couldn't fulfill. sigh
By the time I was done with my other on line tasks, (yes, we're registered for the Tater trot!) whatever was going on with fitbit was resolved.
Now, I was ready to head out for a run and since I am going to do a distance run, I really wanted my Garmin....I charged it as usual after my last run the other day and set it in it's place of readiness turned off and ready for me....but as I synced the device at the end of my driveway, it told me that the battery is low. WTH?
Back into the house to put it on the charger and I think I see the problem, at first it wasn't making a good, constant connection with the charger...the pins need cleaning...it's been a while since I had done this and since I sweat like a piggy....well.
Are the tech gods crazy? If you're familiar with that screwy movie you'll understand when I say I feel as though a coke bottle has just hit me in the head! LOL
I LOVE my technology! Now, if I'm charged up, I think I'll go for my run.
Friday, July 25, 2014
They say the most powerful sex organ is the brain.
I say the most powerful tool we have for making changes in our lives, is our brain.
I was thinking on Wednesday's run " how many times have I done this?" The route I was running certainly but I was really thinking about my efforts to lose weight or change my habits. I couldn't remember exactly when dieting became a regular part of my life but I could remember it being a major part of my life in junior high and high school for sure and off and on through college and my adult life. I suspect, that I had even started to think about it earlier than all that but perhaps I didn't follow any specific plans until my teens when all of the sure fire weight loss plans were available to me in the magazines I read.
Was I successful? Sometimes. Did I make any permanent changes? Sure, I changed my metabolism with all the screwy diets. But mostly, I didn't change in any real ways when it came to eating or living in a healthy manner.
My friend Janet552, posted a blog titled sometimes. In it she spoke of the sometimes things that (as her Dr. would note) she doesn't need but she wants and has increased the sometimes frequency to sometime every day or certainly sometimes every week or more often.
It was Janet's post that was on my mind as I ran because it spoke to me. I don't believe (any longer) in going on sever restriction diets or denying any particular food or drink but rather trying to eat and drink in moderation and truly enjoy the things that might otherwise be off limits on diets. I learned the hard way that saying I would never be able to have pizza or ice cream or chocolate among other desired things only made those items even more desirable
and guaranteeing that given the opportunity to eat the forbidden item, I would over indulge.
The reason I FINALLY had more success here on sparkpeople is that I have not banned anything. Of course another reason is my friends like Janet who have led me through my discovery of my inner workings, sometimes when my friends were merely sharing their own light bulb moments.
But......even with success, I gained weight last winter and I've been ready to put all of the blame on the weather. The weather played a part. It kept me from exercising as much but the real blame belongs on my continuing to enjoy more of the things that should have been "sometimes" things when I wasn't burning as much.
This isn't a new thought really, but you know how it is, we can choose to ignore certain facts or imagine they aren't as important as they are. The mind IS powerful.
Power can be harnessed and used for good as long as we see that we have been deluding ourselves.
Yesterday I gathered my running clothes and placed them at the ready. My plan was to run early, a habit I have allowed to slide.
Again, thinking about the power of the mind, when I was training for a race, I took my training very seriously and on a day a run was scheduled, I would go...rain, snow, heat or cold be d6m8ed! LOL More recently, running for recreational as opposed to training purposes, I have allowed the heat or other excuses to become like the sometimes things that happen most of the time. Just as bad as eating chocolate every day by the way.
Ok, I ran today. It was an ok run. No it was better than ok but I need to get back to running more and improving my endurance and speed.
As I ran, a song appeared in my playlist, you probably don't know it, it's an oldie. Build me up Buttercup. An upbeat song that I have always loved. Today, when I heard the words.......why do you build me up buttercup, just to let me down......I thought about my body and how often I have done this..........and then worst of all, you never call (RUN) baby when you say you will.....
The brain is our most powerful tool.
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