Pushing it


Another successful fitness weeks in the books.  On Friday last week I did an hour of the Tap Out legs and butt video.  I have never been so sore.  I could barely sit down for two days.  Then Monday I got in my longest run yet.  7.5 miles no stoppies, and no resties.  It was an average 9.42minutes/mile.
{7.5 miles in less than 73 minutes}
I ran a quick two miles the next day to stretch out my legs because I AM SORE.  My whole body hurts.  I guess my body wasn't ready to push out 7.5 miles yet, but I have to push because....

WE PICKED OUR HALF MARATHON DATE!  October 18, 2014 Baltimore Running Festival 

I am a little scared because I can barely walk after running 7.5 miles and that is about HALF of the total distance for the race.  AHHHH!  Despite my trepidation, it feels good to have a goal set and to be successful in working towards it.
My body still doesn't seem to be tightening up much.  I haven't lost any weight still.  I know that it is because my diet still consists of primarily white starches and ice cream but ugh, it is frustrating none-the-less.
My husband and I both need new running shoes.  I need to do some research.  Any tips for good running shoes?  

How's your fitness gone for the last week?

Cheers to another healthier week!

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Starting off right


Right now I'm thankful for...
* Busy days- (I'm running from Eva's ballet class straight to the gym, and then straight to the library for a story time).  I'm grateful that I am in a position to keep my kids happy and engaged and learning.

* Healthy kids- I've been reflecting a lot about how LUCKY I am that my kids are healthy after spending the day in the hospital and watching Nate come out from being under anesthesia. It was horrible.  I cannot imagine the horror of dealing with a seriously sick child. 

* Balance- My life has felt very balanced lately. I've been working out "enough", my kids are engaged in "enough" activities, my house is clean "enough", I'm getting "enough" sleep, I'm working "enough"... It feels balanced. 

What are you thankful for today?

Run Forrest!


This week in fitness...  I got a couple (read that as two) really good runs in and the rest of this week was spent taking care of my sick kids.

Saturday I went with my husband and ran around Fort Meade with the running group from his work.  These people run every morning together.  B told me after we were already committed to going that they'd probably do about 5 miles... Cue instant terror.  I am slow and only run in the comfort of a well air-conditioned indoor space.  We get there and all of them are over 6 foot tall and look like they run marathons in their sleep.  I did it though.  We did 4.5 miles in the sweltering Maryland late morning heat with an average 9 and a half minute mile.  I didn't walk and I didn't throw up.  They only had to turn back to fall back and run with me a half dozen times or so.  A success in my book.

With a new found appreciation for running indoors, on Monday I got into the gym and knocked out 6 miles in right under 60 minutes.  With no hesitation I can say that running 6 miles on the treadmill was easier than the 4.5 that I did outside a couple days prior but if I want to do a half marathon in the fall, I guess I need to get used to running outdoors.
As far as losing weight is going, the total weight loss to this point is a grand total of ZERO pounds.  Clearly my eating habits are not improving.  I also think my metabolism is "stuck" too- just from a lifetime of being on a "sort of" diet.
I meant to post this yesterday since I am trying to post my fitness recaps on Wednesdays every week but my kids are sick.  The baby is doing fine after his surgery on Tuesday.  He is a bit sore and grumpy but dang kids are resilient.  He is more upset about the fact that he is stuck in onsies to keep him from walking around holding onto his wiener than anything else.  Even when I change his diaper, he doesn't seem upset about the fact that his new little wiener looks like it went through a meat grinder.  Eva has had a 102+ temperature for two days that wrecked more havoc on the household than anything else.  Luckily, this morning everyone is looking a little healthier and there is at least 30% less whining so far.  Score. 

Cheers to another healthier week!

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Baby Boy surgery


When you have kids and you have a public blog, you have to decide what you are going to share on your public blog and what what your kids will hate you for when their teenagers.

I keep a lot of our "family" stuff off of here.  I don't mind putting my own feelings and struggles out into the cybersphere but try to err on the side of caution when they involve other people's struggles.

This is one of those "problems" that I struggled with sharing.  Not because it is a secret but because I am not sure that he will want everyone to read about his penis when he grows up.

Nate is having a full circumcision revision done today.  It has "adhered" on one side and that needs to be cut apart and while he is at it, he is going to re-cut the whole thing because it was cut so "long" in the first place.  Our pediatric urologist said that while he is under, he might as well "make a perfect penis"- which I guess we agreed with.

He will have to be put under general anesthesia and then he will have disolvable stitches that will stay around for about 10 days.

I have been crying about this since we first met with the specialist a week or so ago.  I am so upset that this poor boy has to go under general anesthesia for a cosmetic procedure.  Neither my husband nor I really felt strongly about having him circumcised in the first place and now, because of our choice, he has to have surgery at only 16 months old.  I am worried that he will part of the tiny minority of people who have a hard time with anesthesia.

I am worried that we didn't make the right decision.  I am worried that we're not making the right decision.

I am just worried.

Keep us in your thoughts today.

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I should eat my words


Remember yesterday when I said that I wear make-up to the gym and that we should stop judging each other for our own personal choices that no effect on other people?

Well, after I wrote that blog post, I went to the gym.  I ran three miles at a 10 minute pace- don't judge.  I am barely 5'1.  My short, stubby legs can't get going very fast.  Like I said before, I may not move very quickly, but I keep going!  After I ran, I headed over to the straddle machine- you know the one, it works your saddle bags and fat thighs.  As I am sitting down trying to dissolve my saddle bags, it happens.... My words were thrown into my face.

The epitome of all of those "the gym is not a runway" meme's was elegantly strutting and seductively stretching right in front of me.

She covered ALL of the bases

  • Kim Kardashian make-up complete with perfectly drawn on contoured high cheek bones
  • painted on VS yoga pants with her full toned belly showing
  • tanning tattoos on her stomach (confession: I totally did that in high school.  You know what I am talking about?  You put a sticker, ie a heart or a dolphin etc, in the same spot on your hip or stomach every time you go into the tanning bed so that you have a white skin heart thing on your stomach after you tan a couple times... Does that make sense?!)
  • a gym top that was all cut up and tied in knots on the sides and back showing LOTS of skin
  • a bra type sports bra (not the old school cotton one like I was wearing.  She was wearing one of those slinky, strappy, colorful push-up bra type sports bras that all the cool kids wear now)
  • long hair was half up, half down in perfectly coiffed beach waves
  • silver GLITTER extensions throughout (2010 called and wants it's tinsel back)
She was ridiculous.  She was clearly not sweating.  She was way overdone...  I should eat my words.  

But I won't.  

She was there.  She was stretching.  She wasn't sitting on her couch.  Even though she wasn't sweating, she was doing more than some people who weren't at the gym right that moment.

So, to you, Barbie at the gym, get it girl.  Work that runway.  Stretch that perfectly maintained body.

And thank you for being there.  Your size zero, 0% body fat physique was exactly the motivation that I needed to push that extra little bit.  

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Only losers wear make-up to the gym


I am going to do my weekly fitness recap but first, let's talk about make-up at the gym.

If you're "serious" about working out and fitness, OBVIOUSLY you don't bother with putting make-up on in the morning. 


I wear make-up to the gym.  A full face.  Foundation, powder, bronzer, eyeshadow, eyeliner, eyebrows, mascara, lipgloss- the whole thing.  If doing my hair was part of my normal repertoire, I would probably do my hair prior to going to the gym too, but alas, a messy bun is my norm both at the gym and at the grocery store.  I also wear a full face of make-up to the grocery store and to drop Eva off at school.  I even put make-up on before I run on my treadmill in my basement... Judge away ladies.
I put make-up on every morning before I go out- gym or not.  Does that mean that I am not going to sweat?  No.  Does that mean that I am there just for show?  Double no.  Does that mean that I am going to try to hit on your man while I am there?  Triple no.

Why do we judge each other and our individual choices so harshly?

Anyways, like I knew was going to happen, I didn't get much work in this past week.  Between my other obligations and the long hoiday weekend, I wasn't able to get any workouts in until Monday and even then, it was just in my basement.
I busted out my old pal (who hasn't seen the light of day in wellllllll over a year), dragged her in between the door frame right next to a foos-ball table and the beer fridge and ran both Monday and Tuesday.  Having her ready to go will take away my excuse not to run on the days that my other obligations prevent me from going in to the gym.  This week, today is the only week day that will allow me to actually go in to the gym.

So, thanks to my basement friend, I am 12 miles into my 50 miles in July goal.  Not too shabby.  As far as weight loss goes, not a pound... Not even an ounce.  But this was a long weekend filled with junk food and too many cocktails.  Oh well.

Are you back on track after the long weekend?  Do you wear make-up to the gym?  

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