Okie dokie. Although I write (err... type) things down they don't always happen! I walk 40 miles this weekend in SF for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer BUT I need to still get my runs and KB workouts in.
The plan for tomorrow is to take the kids to camp, do Kettlebell class, go see Uncle Steve, hit Target and FF Pick the kids up from Camp, finish filling out coupons for my checks, go to speed work, home sleep!
Lets see if I can get that all done!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
AWBC SF 2009 prewalk update
This video still makes me cry every time I see it! Perfect tribute to why we walk.
It has been an amazing year raising funds for the AWBC again. My MIL and her friend Jewels raised $900 by having a yard sale for this cause and my amazing Aunt and her friends raised an amazing $3700 to split between her friend Carolyn and myself. She raise enough $ in one afternoon bunco game to send both of us to SF this year! With a daunting $1800 minimum looming above us I was so blessed to have wonderful friends and family support us. I raised $3700My goal was to match last years totals at $3600 so $100 is going to Meagan Betts who is walking all 9 walks this year. Meagan is just 18 years old and to walk all 9 is required to raise $16,400. If you want to still donate please go to her page! As much as I 'd like to see my list of donors grow, it all goes to the same place, its the same mission, its the same cause.
I started walking in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer 5 years ago. I walked with my x-SIL that year in honor of my mother-in-law Karen who had been undergoing treatment for breast cancer diagnosed September 18th 2004. We trained, we raised the minimum $1800 and out motto out there on the hills of SF was you can walk slow (and get picked up) or you can walk fast and make it in time, its all going to hurt so you might as well walk fast. More easily said than done, let me tell you but we did it.
I walked in 4 more AWBC's over the next few years here are some highlights (and perhaps a reason or two you might want to walk next year too):
It has been an amazing year raising funds for the AWBC again. My MIL and her friend Jewels raised $900 by having a yard sale for this cause and my amazing Aunt and her friends raised an amazing $3700 to split between her friend Carolyn and myself. She raise enough $ in one afternoon bunco game to send both of us to SF this year! With a daunting $1800 minimum looming above us I was so blessed to have wonderful friends and family support us. I raised $3700My goal was to match last years totals at $3600 so $100 is going to Meagan Betts who is walking all 9 walks this year. Meagan is just 18 years old and to walk all 9 is required to raise $16,400. If you want to still donate please go to her page! As much as I 'd like to see my list of donors grow, it all goes to the same place, its the same mission, its the same cause.
I started walking in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer 5 years ago. I walked with my x-SIL that year in honor of my mother-in-law Karen who had been undergoing treatment for breast cancer diagnosed September 18th 2004. We trained, we raised the minimum $1800 and out motto out there on the hills of SF was you can walk slow (and get picked up) or you can walk fast and make it in time, its all going to hurt so you might as well walk fast. More easily said than done, let me tell you but we did it.
I walked in 4 more AWBC's over the next few years here are some highlights (and perhaps a reason or two you might want to walk next year too):
- Crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge (x2 on the years when I did 26.2 miles day 1)
- Walking along the beach in Long Beach on a perfect morning.
- Sleeping in little blue tents in Chrissy Field next to the ocean.
- Road trip with my mom and Aunt Sandy to LA for my 2nd AWBC last year.
- Taking showers in semi trucks (seriously)
- Signing the Stacks in the morning darkness for the city you are walking in.
- San Jose Bike police escorting us (day 2 they wore pink polos for us) for the SF walks.
- Amazing support from "Pretty Woman Guy", "PJ girl" blaring I will survive, "Hookers for Hooters" driving by in their mini van and convertibles cheering us on, and lots lots more.
- Urban Dog walkers rest stop in the Precidio where you could get your pic taken with a guy dressed like a pink poodle.
- Walking with my Mom in 2006. My BFF in 2006 a 2007. Walking with good friend/good neighbor Jenni AWBC 2008. Meeting Tobi and Debra day two of AWBC LA Beaches in 2008.
- Avon Breast Care center walk by on day 2 that will bring tears to your eyes.
- Walking with Barbara Joe who has raised over $1million dollars for AWBC and Susan G. Komen.
- Meeting up with my Aunt, sister, mom and Niece in Sausalito day 1 with a Starbucks waiting for us.
- The gals (and guys) walking by in survivor shirts, some still going through Chemo, Radiation or just having had surgery.
- The signs that read along the route, "Blisters don't need Chemo", "You are amazing", "Has anyone seen the bathrooms?"
- Speaking of bathrooms... spending 2 days only using big blue port-o-potties with amazing trivia and quotes inside and outside the doors. I always take pictures.
- Amazing crew who feed us, keep us safe, fix our feet, keep us hydrated along the route and in the wellness village.
- walking with my favorite people whether they came with me or I just met them. AWBC walkers are AMAZING. I can't wait to see Gerry, Nan, Martha, Meagan and so many others this year. AWBC has made a FAMILY.
- Closing ceremonies that no one should ever miss. Bring Kleenex.
- Raising awareness to find a cure, to help those who need it, to do something bigger than me every year.
I feel so blessed to be apart of this amazing charity. I am not walking just to find a cure for cancer. I'm walking for those who can't walk on their own, or need a hand to hold while they are walking. I'm walking because my MIL is a survivor so many more are not. I walk for the people who cannot afford early diagnostic tools like MRI's or Mammograms, for those who would like wigs to cover their bald heads or scarves instead because it's so darned hot in the summer, for those who can't cook so Helping Hand can bring dinner to their families, for those not diagnosed yet and for a cure to be found for ALL cancers.
In the last year cancer has taken my husbands wonderful grandfather Derril, My uncle Larry and my friend Judy's sister is now taking Hospice after an amazing 3 year battle. I have met so many survivors and so many people who have lost someone they love to cancer. I have endured sadness for loosing my Uncle James almost 3 years ago to Leukemia and no memory of losing my Grandpa Frank before I turned 2 but a sadness for never having had the chance to know him.
So I'm off for another adventure with Jenni this year. 39.3 miles in two days. Not enough walking under our feet but lots of miles in our hearts. Wish us luck.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Green with Envy
I am soo sooo soooooo jealous of Frayed Laces because she got to do to a Brooks Running Camp. She learned so much that she passed onto the blog world that I should just be a good Christian runner and say "Thank You FL, for all your information and help" but truthfully I'm still too hurt that I didn't get invited. I just can't bring myself to preform a full out temper tantrum anymore. Proof that I need to eat better I guess.
One of the seminars while she was there was about Endurance Running and Nutrition/Hydration needs. Good stuff to read. So I'm forwarding on her info so you all can read it too. I was enlightened and I wonder if I can stick to it. Eating gluten free is getting harder and harder rather than easier since I get tired of the same foods. I need a nutrition overhaul. Better yet? A fashion overhaul. Can someone call Stacey and Clinton? This might take a while.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Week in Review
Not as good as I would have hoped.
- Monday -ran 3 miles (easy)
- Tuesday- FF speedwork= half mile warm up, stretches, plyo and core 1 mile lactic threashold (9min/mile pace) 1 min rest, 1/2 mile aerobic threashold (8:45m/mile pace) w/1 min rest x4, 1 mile lactic threashold (9 min pace) stretch, half mile cool down
- Wednesday= (KB) Kettlebells = kicked my ass... figuratively and actually
- Thursday=rest/swam with the kiddos and held my niece
- Friday=KB heavy and aerobic another ass kicking day and I had Lisa who doesn't yell like KC.
- Saturday- tomorrow is scheduled FF long run with hills 7 miles are on tap for us speed groupies.
- Sunday-another easy long run scheduled, flat I hope
I really need to keep my miles up. I need to do hills on Thursdays but this heat is already killing me. Sitter will be gone next week and not sure how I will get all my workouts in before it gets hot. May need to steal moms treadmill.
Food: Well it sucks. I have been SO BAD about not getting all my calories in and worse about balancing protien and carbs. Lots of fruits and veggies but not enough calories makes me bonk. I hate keeping a food journal maybe I should be more like Caitlin and Kai and take pix of my food. Of course my food isn't as pretty as theirs. LOL
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Limits
I've thought a lot about what my limits and my boundaries have been since I started running. I have gone far beyond what I thought I could ever do and thus blowing those ideas of limits out of the water. In the life of a parent I am very good at shutting those down and forgetting what I am capable of. Mostly I want to protect them, even by being "too safe and cautious" which isn't really helping them at all is it? I became a paranoid mommy. Not where I wanted to be in my parent style at all.
I never thought I would run a 10K much less a half or full marathon, but I did. I had to push those "limits" in myself to train for longer distances, for faster times, for conserving energy now so I could push it later. I had to learn to eat differently so I had energy to do things I never thought myself capable of. I had to retrain my mind with positive thoughts, not my usual process at all.
As a parent I am constantly worried about the boys getting hurt, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I built walls around us to keep us safe, those walls are mostly figurative but sometimes very physical when you see what my kids are allowed (or not allowed) to do compared to some of the other kids in our neighborhood. I don't let them play in the street. I don't allow them to go to someones house where I don't know the parents. I hover when they are online so they don't accidentally log into the wrong site. They have timers set for how long they can watch TV, play video games or have computer time. I force them to play outside with Blondy under constant supervision, and at age almost 9 I let Hollywood play outside with less supervision than before with the understanding that he knows his boundaries, knows he must check in every half hour and does not enter any ones backyard, house or car without coming and talking to me first. If I say no there will be no temper tantrums or talking back. Of course these are only a few of the obvious ways I protect my children but the list could go on all day I don't think you want me to bore you anymore with that. All in all, I built my walls pretty high.
It was so hard to climb those walls, jump over them and run, but thats exactly what I did. I always came back though. I needed to get a little Tina time in, not as a parent or a spouse for a little while. I learned that not only did I build walls around family to protect them but I built walls around myself and became of the world going on around me. So when I started to run I had little confidence in myself, but slowly and steadily I learned that there is a difference in LIMITS and BOUNDARIES. Limits are meant to be challenged and boundaries are what we have to keep us safe. My kids are getting the benefits too. A happy mom who is tearing down walls, setting boundaries broader and limits more as goals to overcome. Those walls around our family are not so high but still working on coming down s-l-o-w-l-y as my kids grow. Those walls around myself will be torn down and rebuilt over and over I think but at least they grow with my goals and are torn down with great friends, great runs, great coaches, great workouts, PR's and everyday wonderful achievements. Becoming a runner as taught me more about being a person, a wife, a friend, but mostly a parent than I could have ever imagined.
I never thought I would run a 10K much less a half or full marathon, but I did. I had to push those "limits" in myself to train for longer distances, for faster times, for conserving energy now so I could push it later. I had to learn to eat differently so I had energy to do things I never thought myself capable of. I had to retrain my mind with positive thoughts, not my usual process at all.
As a parent I am constantly worried about the boys getting hurt, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I built walls around us to keep us safe, those walls are mostly figurative but sometimes very physical when you see what my kids are allowed (or not allowed) to do compared to some of the other kids in our neighborhood. I don't let them play in the street. I don't allow them to go to someones house where I don't know the parents. I hover when they are online so they don't accidentally log into the wrong site. They have timers set for how long they can watch TV, play video games or have computer time. I force them to play outside with Blondy under constant supervision, and at age almost 9 I let Hollywood play outside with less supervision than before with the understanding that he knows his boundaries, knows he must check in every half hour and does not enter any ones backyard, house or car without coming and talking to me first. If I say no there will be no temper tantrums or talking back. Of course these are only a few of the obvious ways I protect my children but the list could go on all day I don't think you want me to bore you anymore with that. All in all, I built my walls pretty high.
It was so hard to climb those walls, jump over them and run, but thats exactly what I did. I always came back though. I needed to get a little Tina time in, not as a parent or a spouse for a little while. I learned that not only did I build walls around family to protect them but I built walls around myself and became of the world going on around me. So when I started to run I had little confidence in myself, but slowly and steadily I learned that there is a difference in LIMITS and BOUNDARIES. Limits are meant to be challenged and boundaries are what we have to keep us safe. My kids are getting the benefits too. A happy mom who is tearing down walls, setting boundaries broader and limits more as goals to overcome. Those walls around our family are not so high but still working on coming down s-l-o-w-l-y as my kids grow. Those walls around myself will be torn down and rebuilt over and over I think but at least they grow with my goals and are torn down with great friends, great runs, great coaches, great workouts, PR's and everyday wonderful achievements. Becoming a runner as taught me more about being a person, a wife, a friend, but mostly a parent than I could have ever imagined.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Hot Stuff
My plan was to run 40 minutes today... so about 4 miles. I walked out the door at 11am, 83 degrees F, very little wind and humid, with a positive attitude and a new podcast in my ear (other one empty so I could listen to traffic or a dog who might want to chase me), and a smile on my face. I ran down a street I haven't ran down before that takes all the way across a cross street then up towards the foothills to the levy. I made a stop at a little park where I got a drink of water at about mile 1.3 miles then out to the levy and down to Wildwood park where there is another drinking fountain. I know that to the turn around at upper park road would put me at exactly 5 miles. I played a little trick on myself, saying I'd go 4o minutes but knowing I was 5 minutes more to a drinking fountain would give me another mile under my belt. Sneaky I know.
I was hot and sweaty and loving it at the turn around. Although my body was tired and I hadn't really eaten properly my mind was so joyful that it kept me energized. I stopped for a drink and to say hello to a fellow runner at the park then headed back home. By the time I got home I was DRENCHED in sweat, like pouring down me and leaving a puddle, but I felt so good! All over tingly, runners high that I had been missing since my little hiatus from a running program.
I wonder if Kettlebells has anything to do with it? I have been so stiff and sore since starting that a good run has been the only thing that has made me feel better, so good in fact that I really look forward to doing KOR again tomorrow, a hike or 3 mile run and then 10 mile long run on Saturday!
When was the last time you had that runners high? Do you get it often or is it rare but magical?
I was hot and sweaty and loving it at the turn around. Although my body was tired and I hadn't really eaten properly my mind was so joyful that it kept me energized. I stopped for a drink and to say hello to a fellow runner at the park then headed back home. By the time I got home I was DRENCHED in sweat, like pouring down me and leaving a puddle, but I felt so good! All over tingly, runners high that I had been missing since my little hiatus from a running program.
I wonder if Kettlebells has anything to do with it? I have been so stiff and sore since starting that a good run has been the only thing that has made me feel better, so good in fact that I really look forward to doing KOR again tomorrow, a hike or 3 mile run and then 10 mile long run on Saturday!
When was the last time you had that runners high? Do you get it often or is it rare but magical?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
KOR day 2
OMG this is an expensive class. I payed $600 up front for 6 months of kettlebell training/core strength training. KC is planning on working out a workout for me to fit into my marathon training. Isn't' that cool? BUT I am so sore. My hair follicles literally hurt. BUT KC took my body fat and weight measurement today and I don't need to loose any more fat... I'm at about 12.8% and he thinks I need to gain a little weight which will come from muscle in the next few months. Today I weighed in at 111lbs.
Yesterday we did a warm up where we held the KB near our left hip, upside down and swung them up and around our heads and back down to our right hip. Then did it again from there. 20 of those. They are called Halos. Then we would swing them around our waists 10x each way then around our ankles 10x each way. Then figure 8's through our legs rotating from one side lunge to the other keeping the KB close enough to your ankles but not hitting them. 1o sets of squats holding the KB. Then we did windmills, where you hold the KB over your head, legs spread hip width apart and with the other arm you lean down following your opposite leg to the floor... you guessed it 10x each. We did all of that 3 times. Me with an 18lb sissy KB. I did 1 pull up by my self.
We went across the street so we could do sprints but really he wanted to tell me that I ran like a distance runner not a sprinter. Other than the track meet the other day I haven't full out sprinted in a long time. AND I know I don't know how. I did 7 of the 8 sprints. We came back in did some more pull ups and 5 minutes of one handed swings. OUCH. I was so tired by then that I couldn't even hold the KB. I kept dropping it. Did some stretching and called it a day there. But I wasn't actually done with the exercise fun yet.
I went and got a coffee with the hubby, picked up Cindi then headed out for a hundred degree run. We made it about 4.5 miles with two water breaks. One of which I stripped my shoes and socks off and got in the creek with her. It was the hardest 4.5 miles I think I have ever ran.
I woke up this morning wondering how I was going to get out of bed. Took the kids to school and went back to KOR. Today we did Turkish get ups (read me... you need to be coordinated to do these. I looked like an ass), pull ups, 2 weight squats (that's little old me carrying 36lbs and doing 15 squats. Of course I couldn't do that so he let me sit out 4 and 5 and just practice proper squatting technique (read... uncoordinated AGAIN). nice hu... I stopped thinking aboutthen but I know I did a bunch of other stuff and I wondered the whole time when the hour was going to be over. I think I'm going to go back tomorrow, but after my 3 mile run and stretch session.
Yesterday we did a warm up where we held the KB near our left hip, upside down and swung them up and around our heads and back down to our right hip. Then did it again from there. 20 of those. They are called Halos. Then we would swing them around our waists 10x each way then around our ankles 10x each way. Then figure 8's through our legs rotating from one side lunge to the other keeping the KB close enough to your ankles but not hitting them. 1o sets of squats holding the KB. Then we did windmills, where you hold the KB over your head, legs spread hip width apart and with the other arm you lean down following your opposite leg to the floor... you guessed it 10x each. We did all of that 3 times. Me with an 18lb sissy KB. I did 1 pull up by my self.
We went across the street so we could do sprints but really he wanted to tell me that I ran like a distance runner not a sprinter. Other than the track meet the other day I haven't full out sprinted in a long time. AND I know I don't know how. I did 7 of the 8 sprints. We came back in did some more pull ups and 5 minutes of one handed swings. OUCH. I was so tired by then that I couldn't even hold the KB. I kept dropping it. Did some stretching and called it a day there. But I wasn't actually done with the exercise fun yet.
I went and got a coffee with the hubby, picked up Cindi then headed out for a hundred degree run. We made it about 4.5 miles with two water breaks. One of which I stripped my shoes and socks off and got in the creek with her. It was the hardest 4.5 miles I think I have ever ran.
I woke up this morning wondering how I was going to get out of bed. Took the kids to school and went back to KOR. Today we did Turkish get ups (read me... you need to be coordinated to do these. I looked like an ass), pull ups, 2 weight squats (that's little old me carrying 36lbs and doing 15 squats. Of course I couldn't do that so he let me sit out 4 and 5 and just practice proper squatting technique (read... uncoordinated AGAIN). nice hu... I stopped thinking aboutthen but I know I did a bunch of other stuff and I wondered the whole time when the hour was going to be over. I think I'm going to go back tomorrow, but after my 3 mile run and stretch session.
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