Wednesday, August 29, 2012
What do I need to tell myself today? What do I need to process through the keyboard to come to resolution?
Those are some of the seeds that start me down the path to a blog... and today I think I want to meander through a conversation I had with my daughter in law last night. Both of us, by the way, have weight issues / habit / behavior issues around food and exercise (or lack thereof). We have different approaches for how we are dealing. This blog is a reverie on the experiment of ONE... and how different approaches work for different people, and that THAT'S OK!
Seriously... I'm on a calorie-restricted maintenance range, with a balance that is majority carbs (hopefully the healthier kind), sufficient protein, and modest amount of fats, preferably the healthier non-saturated kind and heavy on the Omega-3's thank you.
I'm not a vegan. I'm not a vegetarian. But I don't have a whole lot of red meat in my diet as a general rule. I do have dairy and poultry and fish, and limited amounts of beef.
Meanwhile, DIL is on high protein, low carbs. As much fat and protein as she likes. But avoiding sugar / flour carbs in general. She's allowed veggies, but she doesn't like either fruits or veggies.
My exercise routine... well, you've seen it... I'm actively training, for various athletic events. Current focus, long-term is another half marathon in November, but I have a 5 mile road race in a week and a half, and I'm thinking a 15K in mid-October, although there's this competing retreat at the obstacle place the week before that race, and I'm tempted...
Meanwhile, DIL doesn't care much for cardio, but loves lifting weights, and has become quite strong in the process. You should feel her biceps! (I did last night... wow!)
Bottom line: both of us are seeing success as we define it. It's OK to be different. Your program does not have to be the same as mine, in terms of physical behavior. We can still support one another even with these differences.
One thing I have had to learn over time is to go with what works for YOU. If it's not working, figure out why and make changes. But if it's working? (Working means your doctor is happy, too.) Go for it!
But back to the conversation: I blog publicly, here on Spark. We got chatting about The Biggest Loser and the popular blog post and all that stuff. DIL has NO desire to go public with her story... she's still at the point (I've been there, too) where life is private, and needs to stay that way.
I explained to her that the reason I go public (in the semi-safety of SparkPeople) is that perhaps, just perhaps, my story might give someone else hope and a spark to make changes they themselves want to make. Yes, there is a risk in the aspect that right now a lot of people are giving me positive feedback. That can certainly turn into negative feed back if someone's "rooting against you" and you trip and fall.
Being concerned about what others will think can be an impediment to doing what you truly desire. (Not that this isn't sometimes a GOOD thing... fear of judgment for crimes, for example!) I've actually felt a little of the "what am I doing, at my age, out here running in the mud, climing over walls... what would grandma think?"
But you know what? LIFE is too short not to go for it, and live your dreams. No matter WHO approves or disapproves. I think I may just have turned this corner.
LIFE is good. Spark on!
Monday, August 27, 2012
As most of my long-time visitors to the blogs know, I really write them for me. They are self-motivators and reminders of why I need to keep up the journey, for TODAY! Sometimes they are celebrations (like the mud run story, or any of my "I did it!" kinds of blogs), sometimes they are a record of feelings I'm dealing with (very important for emotionally triggered eaters), or confessions of lapses. They are a place to keep myself honest with myself.
Because HONESTY is one of the keys to success. Especially honesty with myself. When we are self-deceived about how much we are eating, what happens? Uh-huh... unintended gains or losses. That's why tracking is important, even in my case years into maintenance.
Honesty about emotions is just as important, I discovered. If I tell myself I'm happy when I'm not, or tell myself I'm NOT angry when I am, and so forth... it comes out in my experience as a confusing signal... which in the past I have interpreted as hunger, and fed with food... which obviously won't solve sadness or anger!
Why this now? Because of the intrinsic danger of applause. I've received a lot of positive attention here on Spark the past couple of days. While I have enjoyed every bit of it, it does raise red flags in my head... which is why I wrote yesterday's blog about the heady experience. It's my way of bringing me back to earth.
Because in the black and white mindset of a compulsive eater... a high can lead to a crash the next time one's imperfection is brought to light. Which could well be in the course of my work day, or heaven only knows... for me it can be as small as forgetting to make an appointment... doesn't take much to kick the anxiety trigger in Polly Perfectionist, you know. (I've been trying to get her to move out for years, but she keeps camping in the yard!)
Just now, I'm riding high, savoring the success, and even more savoring that it was a good weekend in general. And that's OK. But life is NOT black and white. It's OK to be less than perfect... it's OK to win a gold medal and come home to a messy house and know that the messy house does NOT undo the joy of the gold.
Here's to balance in life, imperfect and sloppy as it is. This is a good day, it is the day we have all been given. May our decisions be self-nurturing and other-caring ones!
Life is good! Spark on!
Sunday, August 26, 2012
I'd never been a featured blog before. I got up this morning, checked my e-mail and there were 80 comments on my Sparkblog! If I didn't get an individual "thank you" back to you for having commented, please know that I appreciate every one of you who did... and I encourage you all that I am really not that different from you... just a gal who woke up one day and decided she needed to live healthy. Granted it has taken me a couple of decades to figure it all out, downs, ups and downs again. I KNOW I'm not alone (proven by the volume of comments!)
The flurry of attention will subside, and I'll return to doing what I do every day, which is try to live the lifestyle I've been carving out... because it makes me happy. And who doesn't want to be happy?
Today's "happy" included a 17.8 mile bike ride, under gray skies that didn't open up, although I think I might have felt a sprinkle or two. We really need the rain, too.
So pardon me while I try to shove my head back into my normal sized hat and chant today's mantra (another favorite): "Don't get cocky, Barb!" Get through today, one decision at a time.
Life is good. Spark on!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Let's see: goal #1 was don't get injured. Crossed finish line in an upright position with a smile on my face.
Goal #2 was don't lose the car key. I tied it around my waist on a shoestring... with a knot I had to wait to dry off before I was able to untie it to drive home.
Goal #3 was to have fun in spite of myself.
The story: I was channeling my father. I have to arrive early. Besides, it looked like rain and I was afraid the parking would turn into mud, not just the course, so I did arrive early enough to get to park on pavement.
I took a before picture of me, clean. Notice I swapped out for the old glasses, I didn't want to lose the new ones if anything happened... but I strapped 'em on, just in case.
I prepped the car for the inevitable "not so clean" drive home. I have learned how to keep the seats clean.
So then I am milling about the crowd... it really did look like rain.
I found race numbers 1 & 2 also milling about. These gals had driven up from Georgia for this event. Apparently they have a local cousin here. We got to talking, and it turned out that one of these ladies was my age group competition in the 10K. She looked awesome. We talked about line up pace and she gave a number that was faster than my own, so I figure, oh, well, silver is a nice color. She told me she'd looked up on line and we were the only two 50-59 year old females doing the 10K, unless someone showed up at the last minute to participate.
The weather was perfect, in my mind. Cool, but not cold. Shivering just a bit... 60, according to my deck thermometer before I left the house.
I dropped back to the tier that matched what I hoped would be about a 10 minute mile pace. I chatted up a couple of gents who lined up the same. And a few younger women.
The first wave started... and we started forward... it was a narrow chute start, so it got to a point and they stopped us, cold! Made us wait until the first wave cleared the first bend. My competitor was in that first group, I thought, but I really wasn't giving it much thought by that time. I was, in fact, going zen on myself: "It's just another workout. Run easy." That's what I tell myself every race... it's just another workout. Have fun with it.
They let us go, and we started forward. I settled into an easy pace before the first set of obstacles, which they had named the "tubes of fun". As we started, so did the rain. The glasses got spotted almost immediately. I was listening to another runner wishing she had worn a hat... I had figured a hat would have been just another thing to lose in the obstacles, so didn't bother... and ran on, mostly blind.
After that first set of tubes to run around or vault over (runner's choice)... the first half of the 10K was pretty much a straight trail run on gravel.
Then you got to take a sharp right down steps to the first creek crossing and up through forest. First mud pit. More running. "The Great Escape"... gotta be walls... well, it was... but they had side by side taller/shorter walls, and I picked the shorter in each of two. There was a waiting line for the walls, and the rules said you could not go around until the person ahead of you got over... so why not try going over?
They had great support staff there to coach you over the walls and in some cases even give a hand up or spot your drop down on the other side... enough to help an old lady have the confidence she's not going to hurt herself. I got over! First one, then the next, taller one.
So high after that I'm jogging on air... until the cargo-net covered mud pit #2... a runner ahead of me had lost his/her race bib, and I tried to help free it. Big mistake. In the process, my hair tied itself to the cargo net! What's a gal to do? I've already gone over 3 miles, nearly 4... there's a race to finish!
So I grabbed hold by the root and anchored the hair, and told the volunteer to go ahead and yank that net free, since he didn't have a knife or scissors to cut me loose. He asked was I OK after... I was fine... I'd been freed of a trap and was running onward!
Under/over/under came next. Another deeper creek crossing. A mud pit on the far side of a hurdle. A tire pit on mud footing. Then the slip and slide into the main mud pit, and the final balance beam before running the remainder of the last mile.
As I was rounding the bend, I was listening to the announcer give names of the finishers, and my competitor's name was announced. A couple minutes later, I was across the line myself, feeling really, really good, and marvelling that I wasn't winded or achy or anything... I felt good and fit and wonderful.
Can't really ask for more than that. Sprayed off, turned in the chip and changed into clean outer layer at the tailgate. I meandered into the party venue where they had a bluegrass band playing, and the started showing video from the race... so cool. We're a special breed, you know, those of us who "event".
We talked about the obstacles, told one another how we all are... and eventually they got around to handing out the medals. My mind was saying silver, still. But when it came down to it... they announced her name as the silver medalist. And mine as gold. Turns out, because she started in wave 1, and I in wave 2? Chip time had us only 26 seconds apart... mine was 1 hour, even. Hers 1:00:26. Wow! An incredibly close finish... and you could have knocked me over with a feather. We even asked them "are you sure" and had them double check the results.
Because I would hate to rob someone else of a medal they earned. But when I think through it, it makes sense. I did it. And without skipping obstacles. What a rush.
So now, the medal snap, courtesy of a bystander:
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Today is the Mud Run. I will be running... um... make that travelling... 10K on roads and cross country, and overcoming obstacles. This year they have added to the obstacles, according to the pre-race materials.
Last year there were only 3 mud pits and a few hurdles. There were some creek crossings. This year, they have added a "wall of pain" (my nemesis) something called the "great escape" which based on who built it, I suspect to be a series of walks to climb over. The folks who built the course for Quest for the Vets that I did on memorial day built these obstacles. They had something they called "Alcatraz" which was a series of walls to climb over.
I got really grumpy when I found that out. Walls are my nemesis, and I have not trained for them. Grrrr. So I was a little mopey this week, between the medical poking, prodding and squooshing (which turned out fine, by the way, no worries)... but seriously wondering WHY I signed up if I have to do those things AGAIN.
I had resolved the obstacle course last Spring was enough for this year. The tri was enough... I was looking forward to an "easy" autumn leading up to the half marathon, "just" run/walking!
And then something took charge of my keyboard and signed me up. WHY?
Because despite the fact that these things give me nightmares (imagining falling in the creek, or losing my glasses in a mud pit... yes, my mind goes these places), there is something about the craziness of being able to say to myself "I did it".
1. Don't get injured. If an obstacle is going to defeat me, know when to do the avoidance path. No shame in knowing my limits.
2. Don't lose the car key... don't have a support team to hold on to my stuff this year and there is no bag drop... so I'm going to have to carry it with me, all 10K through the mud and obstacles... best find those shorts with the inside pocket!
3. My son says, "Mom, you're going to have fun in spite of yourself." Prove him right.
And of course, I'll blog about it when it's over. LIFE is good. Spark on!
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