Saturday, June 02, 2012
Yes, it's that time of the month (no not THAT TOM, ladies, I'm done with that stuff... one of the privileges of being "older")... time for the progress photos to get updated on the Spark Page.
I've never been much of one for having a lot of photos of myself around. But the end of December, 2009, I was getting close to my original goal. And I was looking for that last push... and there was this Spark challenge whose first step was taking a "before" picture. So my end of December 2009 photo was in fact, sort of when I considered myself entering the maintenance phase.
There have been months when I have NOT wanted to take the photos. But I've done it anyway, most of the time. And I don't always hit exactly the end of the month... today, for example, I took my "end of May 2012" shot.
I have tried to keep the same type of clothing and action in the photos, so they make good comparisons. And what I see this month, stacking the three years, oldest to newest is "proof of maintenance"! Woo-hoo! I have stayed fit for two years.
Don't get cocky, Barb... BUT, here's the deal: those progress photos that I don't always want to take tell me what I refuse or am unable to see in the mirror. I can tell myself "I'm doing fine, don't need a picture to show it" today, but maybe next week, I need to see it to encourage myself. Or I can tell myself, "I just know I am doing terrible... I don't want to see it", but maybe once I get that picture up, it shows I'm not as bad off as I was telling myself.
So... they're up. "End of May", 2010, 2011, and 2012. Don't know what I'm going to do NEXT year, when I run out of the number of photos that fit nicely on the side of the Spark page. But I'll think of something.
Life's good. Spark on!
Friday, June 01, 2012
A huge shout out to HOT4FITNESS who spurred me into doing a half marathon the first time, last year. Now I've unwittingly done the same thing for another Spark friend. I'm plotting a road trip to do the St. Petersburg, Florida Women's Half Marathon in November, and... ta-da, since she already HAS blogged her intentions, SLENDERELLA61 will be joining me for that 13.1 mile effort.
We'd been floating the idea of my coming down for the Lake to Lake 10K in November, but the timing on that wasn't great for my work life, and as it turns out the Women's HM just happens to fall within a couple of days of my 60th Birthday.
Here's the deal: I love symbolism in my athletic endeavors. For example, the Quest for the Vets, in honor of my son. The private 5K in time/date synch with the Race to Remember in Fort Worth. And this one, so close to my 60th milestone will be in a way, in honor of my grandfather, who was determined to stay fit, and did a 50 mile hike to celebrate his 60th, as I remember it.
OK 13.1 miles isn't 50, but it is MY symbolic gesture of defiance at the calendar. I shall be fit. And now I have a training goal beyond the triathlon.
Thank you, Deanna and Marsha. The Spark goes on!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Funny how things kind of fall together into themes. After writing that phrase yesterday, this link showed up in the Spark e-mail this morning.
Such a great reminder that NOW is all we have. As I look at my calendar for the rest of the year, and process the endorphins from Monday back into "normal"... I ponder how often I need to have an event to keep me motivated (and training, because that's what keeps me fit and healthy) without burning out or hurting myself. Once a month? Every six weeks?
I have to carefully balance the energy it takes and the energy it gives. I don't have another one until July 14th... is that too long? Not really, that 5K fits in to the TRI training, because the TRI itself is the 29th of July.
Dreaming along... after the TRI it gets fuzzy, so decisions beyond that are yet to be made. We know there are always opportunities, and there is life to fit in around it all...
If not now, when? Life's good. Spark on!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I am still full of endorphins from yesterday, so forgive me for rambling!
What I am luxuriating in this morning is the realization that I never would have ATTEMPTED this kind of event 23 years ago. Or 10 years ago. Or even 5 years ago (when I was fairly fit).
My son's courage has given me added impetus (sp?). Several friends and family dealing with illness have also spurred me to an attitude of "if not now, when?"
And it dawned on me that I am now living like a naturally normal sized person might. The armor of the fat weighed me down from making some choices, but it was also the prison of the brain/mindset: what would so-and-so THINK if I did such-and-such?
Never let the judgment of others push you to inaction. Yes, I just said "push to inaction". The paralysis of fearing the opinions of others holds one back from achieving dreams.
This dream? Just plain living! Active, and free, and yes, fit.
After I crossed the finish line, while I was lined up to hose off, a man approached me and asked to take my picture. He had recently had a knee replaced. He asked, if I didn't mind, my age... and I proudly told him I'll be 60 in November! I talked to a little girl, and to some women 20 odd years younger than I... and my message to them was the same: never give up. Let yourself play in the mud... you can always wash it off! You have to make it a priority, you have to keep working at it.
Why? Because you're worth it. And it feels SOOOO good!
Monday, May 28, 2012
and up and scratchy, too!
To prove I started out clean.
See that haystack way off in the distance? That's the first obstacle. Took a while for folks to figure out you have to HELP one another up and over. But once that started to happen, it was great. I did not take photos of the rest of the obstacles, and in fact, took this one from the parking lot after the fact. It's taller than it was, and broader than it was a week ago when I tried it out. And a LOT of fun when there are twenty or thirty of you scrambling on it at once!
After that there was a six foot wall, that I amazed myself by getting over, then dirt birms then an 8 foot wall that I did not surprise myself (I did the jumping jacks instead, but I did at least try climbing up on it first)... after that I did not attempt tall walls.
Then there was the culvert crawl under the road, then a bunch of trail running through some woods, including jumping or climbing over fallen logs, then the barbed wire crawl under (we were still dry for the barbed wire crawl), then more trail running.
A mudslide down to the first mud pit, more dirt birms, then the so-called kill-box which included parallel bars (I kinda cheated, dropping to the ground between swings), the tire wall (about 12 feet up... I got up to where I had my arms over the top and some kind strangers tried to help me but I still ended up having to back down... fear of heights, folks... sigh). Then there was a rail fence about 8 feet tall that I had no trouble with. Go figure... tires, rails. Then running the tires (like the football drill). A run to a water stop...
Back to a rope climb and still rings swing (opted out, but did at least get UP on the rope first knot before doing my jumping jacks). Then the monkey bars (again a no-go... push-ups substituted). The the over/unders, which I'm proud to say I did fully and as designed (over a rail about 4 feet high, then under one about 2 feet high... repeat four or five times, I didn't count, just kept moving).
Balance beam came next... yeah, the wind... blame it on the wind... pushed me off when I got to the third height, so I had to climb back up to finish. One more wall that I skipped, then on to the mud trenches. You got plenty muddy in those, and it was slippery getting out. Thankfully there were course helpers who helped you drag yourself out... and a water break. Yes!
After that... lots of running through the woods, creek crossings, some with ropes to pull yourself up the far side. Another set of hay rolls. One gal and I teamed up to get through some of those obstacles. More running. Eventually... the dreaded climbing wall. I again, at least got myself up on it but I knew it was a no-go from my attempt at it last week... and by then my shoes had about a pound of mud on them and my jeans another pound.
So more jumping jacks and pushups. Oh, I left out the tire pull... I can't remember just where it was, but I ended up doing 20 burpees to sub for it, since you had to wait for someone to get there with a tire... before going back to trail running. More dirt birms. More just plain trail running, and then around a cornfield to the last set of obstacles: dirt birm, tires to crawl through (shoulders down, now bum down, shoulders down, now bum down... repeat for each tire!)... hurdles to get over (I climbed, I didn't run 'em)... down into another mud pit, up one more giant dirt birm, then down and around it to the finish line!
I think it took me about an hour and a half. Don't have my official time yet, but it really doesn't matter. The winner did it in less than 35 minutes, can you believe it?
BUT I DID IT! For my kid. He can now say his mom is one tough Army Mom!
Here's how filthy the jeans got. And then, after the preliminary rinse off... I ended up leaving them behind! How embarrassing.
All in all, a great outing. We now return to regular Triathlon training.
Life is good. Live it, and Spark on!
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