Monday, October 17, 2011
In the past year I have "done" several road race events, some of which I was in good training for, some not so much. This morning I was reflecting on the fact that my training has really fallen off in the past couple of months, and yet, I put in the fastest 5K of my athletic year yesterday afternoon.
I don't care to do it again (race without training better), and I have to wonder if I would have done better with regular training runs, or if I did better becauses my body had more rest time? I will probably never know.
I signed up for the Governor's Cup the same time I signed on for the Buffalo Run. I knew I was not training for the 5 miles for Buffalo Run and was very happy with my time for it. But I figured (back then) that I had six weeks to resume proper training before the Governor's Cup.
Then "Life" intervened in the form of overtime and a rebellious attitude, and that proper training didn't happen. The Susan G. Komen run got "tucked in" to the schedule, and rebelliously skipped. I half-heartedly did some run-walk workouts on the treadmill, but more on the order of once a week, not three days.
I kept walking on my work breaks, and I did the occasional strength workout, but seriously, I was more focussed on just keeping my head above water. I had my little tantrums, my scary food binge thing, and a lot of second-guessing along the way.
Then, for better or worse, I went out and did it. This morning? Still sneezing. Some muscles reminding me they would have liked a better prep for what they need to do. But overall, not too bad.
I am not signing up for the Jingle Bell (arthritis 5K, November) or the Holiday run (December, track club 5K). I don't want to run if I'm not properly training. And I have to figure out just how much training time I have room for... either that, or an event that grabs my vision enough to make training a priority. But you never know... a last minute change of heart?
And that will be the focus of this week, figuring out "what's next". Life's good. Spark on!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo! I went running drugged with Zyrtec, which I took this morning.
I got through the race, and in good time, too. 5K in 30:53, for a sub-ten minute mile pace. I am thrilled with my performance... I did not run the whole way, dropped to walk multiple times throughout the course, but to finish with an average 9:57 mile, that means I was pushing it when I *did* run, and those walking breaks were power walks.
However, all that leaf mould and dust? My goodness... I was sneezing up a storm on the way back to the car. And all the way home. Still draining now, two hours later. I just hope I haven't damaged myself for the work week ahead.
And this wraps the season of Barb's athleticism. No more 5K's this year. Gotta start thinking about what's next. But for now? Endorphins rule.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The body was ready to be up at the usual time, despite my having turned the alarm off. My Saturday early morning tradition has become watching the streaming video of the most recent "Biggest Loser" show, and usually working out while they work out.
I varied this today, as I didn' t want to overdo workouts today, since I have decided I really do want to do that 5K tomorrow afternoon... so kind of tapering? Or, just putting rest at the top of the list.
Did a bunch of Saturday errands, tucking in getting my bib and timing chip for tomorrow's event. I also bought replacement batteries for my digital food scale... who knew I'd wear them out... I can't remember exactly when I bought this scale, but I'm thinking five years. Not bad for battery life.
I got the car's oil changed. Hacked a bit more at the shrubbery. It keeps coming ba-ack! Rewarded myself with a walk with my book before supper. Food was good and healthy... I made my fat free cream of tomato soup: Chobani greek yogurt (plain) stirred into low sodium tomato juice, and zapped in the microwave. Yum!
To put just the right end on the day, I'm thinking early bedtime. Life's good. Last weekend's rebellion is a distant memory. Feeling good again! Spark on.
Friday, October 14, 2011
I'm in the midst of reading one of those great big books: a historical novel, set in the days before Henry II took the throne of England. The author, Sharon Kay Penman, is a historian in her own right, so her books are full of fact and flavor mixed in with the surmise. She always explains at the end which was which, in her author's notes. I have enjoyed her works.
Being me, I have to project from what I'm reading into the Sparkverse... I'm reading of a struggle for the crown. Of men and women who lead and those who follow. It dawns on me that we are much the same in our struggle for any prize.
Take fitness and weight loss (after all, this is Sparkpeople), for example. Often we are taken by an inspiring story that we see around us. A friend or family member has enjoyed success. We might be among their supporters and cheerleaders. And then it hits: the realization that we could have this prize for ourselves! And we follow their lead.
We have some success, perhaps, and suddenly, one day we find there are others cheering us on, and following OUR lead!
The really neat thing about this particular prize? It's not a one-winner prize. Everyone who enters the struggle to achieve it is a winner to one degree or another. This is a crown we all can wear.
The people struggling for the crown in the historical novel are doing so because of their lineage and claim. They are limited to some degree by the strength of that claim, yet still, they enter the battle, and find their place in their world.
As human beings, we have the lineage to claim mastery of our own bodies. We may be limited somewhat by circumstance or genetics... after all, we've got what we've got to work with. But we have the choice to strive to make it the best it can be.
So go for it... follow the ideal, or follow a friend... and lead yourself to your crown. Because you're worth it.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Woke up with the sinus headache miseries. I'd been feeling it coming on last night when the sneezies hit. I took my Zyrtek this morning. I will likely resort to Advil throughout the day, as needed. Despite all that, I just don't feel at the top of my game. Yeah, I know, break out the cheese to go with the whine. Lots of other people have it far worse. Nothing like self-pity to make a person ug-ly!
Trained by a "mean mom", I went through the checklist of "how sick are you, really"? My mind pondered fuzzily over whether today might be a "light" enough day at work to stay home and nurse myself. When I remembered one (and that's all it took) of the things on my calendar... it was an immediate "No". Now if I was "really sick" (as our mothers used to say)... thinking about that item on the calendar would have had me saying "I can't possibly do that in this condition." But I didn't. I said, "Oh, I need to do that! So-and-so is relying on me." It was not one of those "I'm a martyr" attitudes that accompanied the thought, either. It was more "I'm looking forward to this task". That tells me to keep moving forward. If I'm "really sick" my body will tell me... later.
Routine on a day like this is indeed my friend, because... in this semi-not up to speed state... routine doesn't require me to think... just go through the motions of getting ready for a work day. Even down to my morning pep talk.
I also know from experience, that once I get to work (different combination of allergens), I might just feel better anyway!
Here's to an improving day! Spark on, my friends!
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