Mini Donuts

Screw you mini powdered donuts.  I have been craving you for weeks. 

Tonight you won and you have left your trail of powdered goodness all down my tie die shirt.

Tomorrow I shall invest time in researching what an athlete eats.  I'm pretty sure mini donuts don't make the list.



Darn.  I just ate mine right out of the package.  These are way cooler.
(thanks Google images for the pic)
 

 

Whining and New Horizons

The visit to the Chiropractor went well and she did all kinds of adjusting me.  She even adjusted my ribs so I could breath better while running.  I thought that was cool as shit.   She wanted me to do a test run before the 10K.  So I did.   3 miles of hoping that I wouldn't feel any pain.  3 miles of denying that it still hurts.  3 miles of knowing that I won't be running that 10K this weekend.   My dashed hopes were only made worse by the aching I had all over my body from the adjustments and a night of my dog having explosive diarrhea.   Tired and frustrated, I looked anywhere I could for encouragement.   Again, I turned to the goddess that is Meredith Atwood of SwimBikeMom.com.   I read her blog because she is human and funny and has been down this road too.  I know my injury is nothing compared to what it could be, but I need to make a plan. A plan to keep this body moving and getting stronger until my foot is better.  So while digging through Meredith's blog, I find her poster section.  Little gems of encouragement and wisdom. 

I chose this one, because with the injury, I have to look at starting something new.  Like swimming.  Like biking.  Like getting into a bathing suit.  Doing new shit that involves this fat girl going into a new fitness establishment scares the crap out of me.  I have to build the courage for several days.  I know it's stupid really. But, I have to remember that this is the new adventurous me.  I HAVE to do this.  So I went to the local pool and fitness center.   I walked in like I had been there a million times, paid the man, and quickly looked like a dork because I couldn't get the spin bike seat to adjust. 
 
Swimming kicked my ass.  I have been running for 4.5 months and strength training along side it.  But swimming uses EVERYTHING.  I was out of breath and weak after one "fast" freestyle stroke down the lane.   But you know what?  I kinda loved it.  So I kept on for 45 more minutes.  Note to self:  cutsy bathing suites are not meant for lap swimming.  Must get a swimsuit that will keep my boobs in.  No one wants to see that, really.

Running is amazing, but how much more amazing would it be to run, swim and bike?! 

Dare I say that a triathlon is in my future?  Possibly.  Probably.  Why the hell not?  

Who knew that a messed up plantar fascia could lead me to an even bigger badass dream?






 



Desktop Motivation

Obsession Confession....

I have been frustrated this week due to a foot injury.  I sidelined myself in hopes of recovering in time for the 10K race I was supposed to run this weekend.   It looks like I won't be running it.  I haven't given up complete hope.  I have argued this out in my head all week long. 

"It's going to be ok and it'll be ready for Saturday."  Repeat 5 times.

"I can't even walk without it hurting, I'm so stupid for thinking I'll be able to run Saturday"

"You got this.  It's doesn't hurt as bad when I'm running.  You can push past the pain. Just go for it!" Repeat 10 times.

"If I go for it then I might finish the race, but I'll be a hobbled by pain two hours later."

"No! I'm not obsessing about this!!!" - She says to her wife who's giving her that "Um, yes you are." look.

"I've got a stress fracture (did I mention I'm wee bit of a hypochondriac) and it's going to take months to heal and I'll get fatter and turn lazy and people will hate me and I'll let everyone down....AHHHHHHHHHH."  (throws self to floor)

There.  It's out.  I'm ok. 

A visit to the Chiropractor tomorrow, I hope, will shed some light on all this and I'll be able to make a plan of attack.  I have a couple of weeks to play with before I start my half marathon training, so I just need to be patient.  I hate patient.  I'm a Virgo.  It's all or nothing, baby.

I love traditional tattoo art and hope to cover my one day skinny arms with them.
 

In the meantime, I am going to obsessively read this new wonderful blog I am in love with and follow all her successes until I have a 10K under my belt. 

http://www.swimbikemom.com/