So I realize I’m a size 6 waist, size 8 hips and size 10 thighs! WTF!!! Skirts don’t look cute on me at all =(
On the plus size I’m down 9lbs…but we shall see since my weight always changes from day to day…weekend to weekend!
Moving on…the last two nights at CrossFit I’ve been challenged to run with weights. The first night I was talking with a trainer and he’s like what do you want to improve on! Well of course I said SPEED. So he had me run 3x400 sprints/runs. The first time out, I was carrying 25-30lbs, 2nd time out I had a 14lb medicine ball and the last time I was carrying a 10lb medicine ball. WTF! That’s tough…it’s all about arching your back the right way and leaning forward.
Last night I had to pull a sled with more than 80lbs across the mats. It made me realize how back in the day I carried 70 of those pounds on me. ON MYSELF…ON MY BODY…meaning those 70lbs were a part of my everyday life. How did I survive back then with 70+ pounds on my body? I’ve come a long way! Thanks to my first Personal Trainer Darren who pushed me to lose those first 40lbs, Mike & Helen who introduced me to toning and now CFB who have made me realize how strong I am! I want to continue counting down the pounds and pant sizes!!!
Journey
My transition
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Pictures from the gym....
Some people may not understand the hard work I put into things nor understand CrossFit. Well it's my new passion in life...just another addiction. I'm crazy about it right now and try to go at least 3x a week in between playing softball 3x a week and running/hiking 2-3x a week...when do I sleep? I don't know! Go Figure but life's to short not to go out there and attempt to accomplish one's dreams!
Box Squat lift...it's more mind over matter and working on posture well lifting. It's a light weight but you get the concept. It's actually a great lift to work on...especially for the legs!
Me dead lifting 217lbs on my first attempt with working on that type of lift. I soo know that I can lift more and will get there eventually! =)
Ohh the joys of CrossFit. I love to be pushed and challenged as well as work in groups. You learn a lot when mingling with like minded individuals. It's time for people to get out of their homes and experience something new in life! CFB 4 Por Vida!
Ohh the joys of CrossFit. I love to be pushed and challenged as well as work in groups. You learn a lot when mingling with like minded individuals. It's time for people to get out of their homes and experience something new in life! CFB 4 Por Vida!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Times are changing...
It's one thing to feel great about oneself, but it's another thing for others to see how hard you are working. No matter how much my god-daughters think I'm still FAT I know I'm a lot skinner than I was a few years ago. Thanks to a perfect stranger today at the gym...(ok not a stranger but a guy at the gym) who I haven't seen in months - my night was made! He's like, "Long time no see...look at you all skinny now!" Loved it =) Just what I needed...back to back great quotes from great guys on Monday's.
It's time to work hard and drop more weight, tone up the muscles and enjoy my life! I've only been given one life to live and I mine as well LIVE IT TO THE FULLEST.
It's time to work hard and drop more weight, tone up the muscles and enjoy my life! I've only been given one life to live and I mine as well LIVE IT TO THE FULLEST.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Kinda late but better LATE than never!
Tough Mudder 5/29
Let’s just say no matter how hard you train for an event you cannot control Mother Nature. I learned that first hand. As I knew Tough Mudder was going to challenge me beyond means. I was going to test everything about myself…my physical strength and mental abilities. I knew that it was going to be TOUGH, they don’t call it TOUGH MUDDER for nothing. However, I wasn’t expecting it to be 55 degree when I arrived that morning nor was I expecting it to drop down as low as 23 degrees. Several friends completed the run on Saturday where the high was 75-78 degrees and low was 55. They all struggled but managed to complete it within 5 hours. I was ok with that; I was mentally ready and psyched beyond means.
So here it came…Sunday morning my team loads up in the Tahoe and takes off to Snow Valley. The first clue should have been the text message we received from race officials to drive with caution because the roads were covered by FOG! 2nd clue should have been that we nearly missed our turn off because of the FOG. Anyways, we ate properly; we were ready with our knee pads, gloves and all. Start time was 10:20AM – we checked in around 830AM, headed back to the truck to stay warm until it was time. THEN IT WAS TIME! The 4 of us headed out to the start line and the RUN started. Through hills, barrel crawls, mud pit crawls under barbed wire we thought we had it. Then came the ICE BOX jump. I was the first to jump in…SHIT IT WAS COLD. I did my best to jump out as quickly as I could and grabbed a foil to keep my body temperature down. Then came the UP HILL battle…fighting your body’s temperature, while running over logs, going across the monkey bars and crawling through a bbq pit was NO JOKE. At one time I couldn’t feel my fingers but I kept on going. Then came the team log carry up and down a hill - I gathered my team and orchestrated us up that hill carrying the bulk of the weight on my shoulder because I could not feel my hands. Somehow and someway we made it down the hill and dropped the log off and continued on our way. Then came the HOT SPRINGS swim under barrels…I was shivering and numb already but the water was a lot warmer than being out in the cold. I jumped into the water and went for a dip! However, when I got out of the water IT WAS SOO COLD!
At that time, one of my teammates was DONE. He was purple and shaking uncontrollably. We got him to a semi-first aid area where they escorted him down the hill. Then there were 3 left…all females. We continued on to the next obstacle and just to think it was only mile 4. We had about 6 miles left to go with just about 12 more obstacles still ahead of us. NO JOKE I tell you =). Upon our arrival at the next obstacle, the Marines on the course advised that we no longer do water obstacles because everyone was getting sick. So one of my teammates and I decided to walk along the ridge instead while the 3rd female wanted to go in. While she did that, we waited at the first aid area where they had a heat lamp, foils and lots of body temperature. What I didn’t notice early on, people had been getting escorted down the hill this whole time in car loads because they couldn’t continue. While in the heat tent, my teammate turned to me and was like I’M DOWN. I said ok…walked out of the tent and saw a first-aid official. The rest is a pure blur…he turned to me and was like your critical. We need to get you out of here. Next thing I know I’m in the back of a closed JEEP with my teammate. We’re heading down the hill and back to the starting area. Once we reached the actual First Aid/Hospital area, the EMT greeted us and talked to the driver. The driver had no idea I was in critical condition because I was behind him and told the EMT that they we were all fine. We were dropped off at the Lodge instead. My teammate and I were able to get in touch with her daughter and proceeded to the Tahoe. When we got to the Tahoe to gather our belongings, I couldn’t grab my bag. I went to grab it but I had no movement in my fingers. The bag just fell to the ground – my teammate looked at me and was like ANTO get to the first aid, you look BAD. So there I went and sure enough when I arrived – I was in the early stages of hypothermia. My fingers and forearms were numb and I was already losing sense of where I was. I was cold beyond being cold…I can’t explain it. It was scary…
At first I felt like a failure for being pulled off the course but at the end of the day, I’m posting! So therefore I’m ALIVE. I guess I can be grateful for that and that I can continue to run, jump fences and walls, play ball and all that jazz. I can’t complain but seriously…I can’t wait to sign up for NEXT YEAR!!!!!
My last two runs haven’t ended the way I wanted them too but it’s ok…I have plenty more coming up this year!
Let’s just say no matter how hard you train for an event you cannot control Mother Nature. I learned that first hand. As I knew Tough Mudder was going to challenge me beyond means. I was going to test everything about myself…my physical strength and mental abilities. I knew that it was going to be TOUGH, they don’t call it TOUGH MUDDER for nothing. However, I wasn’t expecting it to be 55 degree when I arrived that morning nor was I expecting it to drop down as low as 23 degrees. Several friends completed the run on Saturday where the high was 75-78 degrees and low was 55. They all struggled but managed to complete it within 5 hours. I was ok with that; I was mentally ready and psyched beyond means.
So here it came…Sunday morning my team loads up in the Tahoe and takes off to Snow Valley. The first clue should have been the text message we received from race officials to drive with caution because the roads were covered by FOG! 2nd clue should have been that we nearly missed our turn off because of the FOG. Anyways, we ate properly; we were ready with our knee pads, gloves and all. Start time was 10:20AM – we checked in around 830AM, headed back to the truck to stay warm until it was time. THEN IT WAS TIME! The 4 of us headed out to the start line and the RUN started. Through hills, barrel crawls, mud pit crawls under barbed wire we thought we had it. Then came the ICE BOX jump. I was the first to jump in…SHIT IT WAS COLD. I did my best to jump out as quickly as I could and grabbed a foil to keep my body temperature down. Then came the UP HILL battle…fighting your body’s temperature, while running over logs, going across the monkey bars and crawling through a bbq pit was NO JOKE. At one time I couldn’t feel my fingers but I kept on going. Then came the team log carry up and down a hill - I gathered my team and orchestrated us up that hill carrying the bulk of the weight on my shoulder because I could not feel my hands. Somehow and someway we made it down the hill and dropped the log off and continued on our way. Then came the HOT SPRINGS swim under barrels…I was shivering and numb already but the water was a lot warmer than being out in the cold. I jumped into the water and went for a dip! However, when I got out of the water IT WAS SOO COLD!
At that time, one of my teammates was DONE. He was purple and shaking uncontrollably. We got him to a semi-first aid area where they escorted him down the hill. Then there were 3 left…all females. We continued on to the next obstacle and just to think it was only mile 4. We had about 6 miles left to go with just about 12 more obstacles still ahead of us. NO JOKE I tell you =). Upon our arrival at the next obstacle, the Marines on the course advised that we no longer do water obstacles because everyone was getting sick. So one of my teammates and I decided to walk along the ridge instead while the 3rd female wanted to go in. While she did that, we waited at the first aid area where they had a heat lamp, foils and lots of body temperature. What I didn’t notice early on, people had been getting escorted down the hill this whole time in car loads because they couldn’t continue. While in the heat tent, my teammate turned to me and was like I’M DOWN. I said ok…walked out of the tent and saw a first-aid official. The rest is a pure blur…he turned to me and was like your critical. We need to get you out of here. Next thing I know I’m in the back of a closed JEEP with my teammate. We’re heading down the hill and back to the starting area. Once we reached the actual First Aid/Hospital area, the EMT greeted us and talked to the driver. The driver had no idea I was in critical condition because I was behind him and told the EMT that they we were all fine. We were dropped off at the Lodge instead. My teammate and I were able to get in touch with her daughter and proceeded to the Tahoe. When we got to the Tahoe to gather our belongings, I couldn’t grab my bag. I went to grab it but I had no movement in my fingers. The bag just fell to the ground – my teammate looked at me and was like ANTO get to the first aid, you look BAD. So there I went and sure enough when I arrived – I was in the early stages of hypothermia. My fingers and forearms were numb and I was already losing sense of where I was. I was cold beyond being cold…I can’t explain it. It was scary…
At first I felt like a failure for being pulled off the course but at the end of the day, I’m posting! So therefore I’m ALIVE. I guess I can be grateful for that and that I can continue to run, jump fences and walls, play ball and all that jazz. I can’t complain but seriously…I can’t wait to sign up for NEXT YEAR!!!!!
My last two runs haven’t ended the way I wanted them too but it’s ok…I have plenty more coming up this year!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Grieving while running...
I need to vent!!! I hate MEN who THINK it’s kool to whistle at me while I run down the street. Really!!! ARGH!!! So irritating...I wish they wouldn’t do that. BTW it doesn’t make me run any faster!
Anyways...the true reason why I’m posting!
This past week has been the hardest for me. First, my worst nightmare happened to me but I’m not ready to disclose that at this time because there are more important things going on with my life.
My best friend lost her older sister who was walking across the street and hit by a driver. She was 48 years ago, died the day before Mother’s Day. She left behind 4 grown kids and one grandchild in addition to her brothers, sisters, Mom & Dad. I feel for my friend so much...it brought back memories of losing my uncle in 1999. My uncle was killed while attempting to walk across the street in Orange, Ca. He was tossed 10 ft in the air and eventually died of internal injuries. He was 47 years old at the time. So for all those individuals that say... “You can be killed while walking across the street”...well YES YOU CAN!
To cap off my horrible week, my family got news that my Great Aunt who had been diagnosed with a brain tumor on March 27th was only given days to live. She was 79 years old, with 5 grown adult kids, several grand children and great grand children. I spent the last few days before she passed with her and our family.
During that time, I also took some time to relieve some stress with two runs during the weekend. The first run was a short 5.5 mile run near my house to recover from everything that I was going thru. It helped to have my running partner along side to motivate me to get out of bed and get those miles in. During that run, I cleared my head and went through everything that I had experienced and realized that I’M ALIVE.
Sunday Morning, 24 hrs before my Great Aunt would have passed I went out to Huntington Beach and ran 10 miles. That morning on that run I cried, smiled, I questioned my thoughts, and I RAN. That morning the weather SUCKED!!! It went from drizzle, sun, to down right POURING. However, that run was the most magical run ever. I was able to clear my head about a lot of things that had gone on. I came to terms with my Great Aunt’s sickness and knowing that if she did pass she would be in God’s arms. She wouldn’t be suffering, choking on her breathing, nor would we all be suffering alongside her.
If you recall, I lost my Great Grandmother last year. I was on my to the Oakland Half Marathon and got the phone call 2 hours before I got to San Francisco. After her death, I couldn’t run. It took months to run again like I had used too. This time around with a family death, I had to RUN. I have ran more than 20 miles to clear my mind of everything. I know both my Great Aunt and Julia (my best friend’s sister) are in a better place. They are looking down on us as Angels in heaven. I know that both will be looking down on their respectful family’s and guiding those they love to powerful places.
As for me, RUNNING has helped me clear my mind. Death is ok, for some it’s the only way, for others it’s hard and unexpected but it’s ok. Life has to go on, we cannot just stop living nor can we forgot all those memories we have shared with them. I will continue to run...I’ll run for those that can not run nor were ever given the chance to run.
Looking forward to another beach run this Friday...12 miles baby & full of emotions! The tears will come out for sure! RIP Aunt Jessie & Julia =)
Anyways...the true reason why I’m posting!
This past week has been the hardest for me. First, my worst nightmare happened to me but I’m not ready to disclose that at this time because there are more important things going on with my life.
My best friend lost her older sister who was walking across the street and hit by a driver. She was 48 years ago, died the day before Mother’s Day. She left behind 4 grown kids and one grandchild in addition to her brothers, sisters, Mom & Dad. I feel for my friend so much...it brought back memories of losing my uncle in 1999. My uncle was killed while attempting to walk across the street in Orange, Ca. He was tossed 10 ft in the air and eventually died of internal injuries. He was 47 years old at the time. So for all those individuals that say... “You can be killed while walking across the street”...well YES YOU CAN!
To cap off my horrible week, my family got news that my Great Aunt who had been diagnosed with a brain tumor on March 27th was only given days to live. She was 79 years old, with 5 grown adult kids, several grand children and great grand children. I spent the last few days before she passed with her and our family.
During that time, I also took some time to relieve some stress with two runs during the weekend. The first run was a short 5.5 mile run near my house to recover from everything that I was going thru. It helped to have my running partner along side to motivate me to get out of bed and get those miles in. During that run, I cleared my head and went through everything that I had experienced and realized that I’M ALIVE.
Sunday Morning, 24 hrs before my Great Aunt would have passed I went out to Huntington Beach and ran 10 miles. That morning on that run I cried, smiled, I questioned my thoughts, and I RAN. That morning the weather SUCKED!!! It went from drizzle, sun, to down right POURING. However, that run was the most magical run ever. I was able to clear my head about a lot of things that had gone on. I came to terms with my Great Aunt’s sickness and knowing that if she did pass she would be in God’s arms. She wouldn’t be suffering, choking on her breathing, nor would we all be suffering alongside her.
If you recall, I lost my Great Grandmother last year. I was on my to the Oakland Half Marathon and got the phone call 2 hours before I got to San Francisco. After her death, I couldn’t run. It took months to run again like I had used too. This time around with a family death, I had to RUN. I have ran more than 20 miles to clear my mind of everything. I know both my Great Aunt and Julia (my best friend’s sister) are in a better place. They are looking down on us as Angels in heaven. I know that both will be looking down on their respectful family’s and guiding those they love to powerful places.
As for me, RUNNING has helped me clear my mind. Death is ok, for some it’s the only way, for others it’s hard and unexpected but it’s ok. Life has to go on, we cannot just stop living nor can we forgot all those memories we have shared with them. I will continue to run...I’ll run for those that can not run nor were ever given the chance to run.
Looking forward to another beach run this Friday...12 miles baby & full of emotions! The tears will come out for sure! RIP Aunt Jessie & Julia =)
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Kids say the darnest things...
I don’t know what’s worst...when a kid tells you that you are FAT or when an adult does???? No matter how much I lose or how many inches I drop I just don’t seem to be good enough for my lil god daughters. They continue to call me FAT and tell me to be skinny...for someone with thick skin you think I would be able to handle that but it HURTS. I grew up hearing criticism from my Uncle & Aunt, telling me how out of shape I was, how fat I was and so on. That built character back then - I would rather hear those words from a family member then a stranger. Tough love...right?!?! Well, to think no one ever told me to my face at least that I was FAT or OBESE. No one...none of my friends or enemies! Imagine if someone did...I think I would have lost the weight sooner.
I’ve completed 4 Half Marathons, a Spartan Hell Run and countless mud runs. I train 5-6 days a week from CrossFit, running & Softball and I still can’t please them. Why do I feel the need to please a 6 & 7 year old, you may ask? Maybe I’m seeking LOVE from them. Maybe I want them to grow up and be like “I WANT TO BE LIKE ANTO!” Maybe I do want to be a SKINNY BIT*H! Who knows...but every time they tell me I’m FAT, I cringe.
However, yesterday behind my hidden tears I realized it’s not me. It’s more about social media. Who is teaching these young kids that being SKINNY is the key to life? That if you’re not sticks & bones you are FAT. So yesterday, my youngest god daughter asked me, “What would you rather be: FAT OR SKINNY?” I responded with, “NEITHER! I rather be HEALTHY.” She didn’t know how to respond...she stood there confused. No where on TV or in magazines do you hear about being HEALTHY. Especially being preached to young kids. I know other people say the same thing but it’s TRUE. Why does society focus on being SKINNY. I sure don’t want my god daughters to grow up being STICKS and forcing themselves to throw up or not eating at all. I want them to be THICK with CURVES. I want them to be athletic and proud of their bodies. It may have taken me 28 years to finally appreciate my body but I sure do =) There is nothing that holds me back now, no excuses, no pain, NOTHING. So from here on out, I need to realize that I’m healthy. I’ll never be SKINNY. God made me with these damn HUGE HIPS and THUNDER THIGHS that I need to embrace. However, I won’t let them be an excuse from training hard. I may not look like I can run far but let me prove you wrong.
All in all, let’s cheers to BEING HEALTHY!
I’ve completed 4 Half Marathons, a Spartan Hell Run and countless mud runs. I train 5-6 days a week from CrossFit, running & Softball and I still can’t please them. Why do I feel the need to please a 6 & 7 year old, you may ask? Maybe I’m seeking LOVE from them. Maybe I want them to grow up and be like “I WANT TO BE LIKE ANTO!” Maybe I do want to be a SKINNY BIT*H! Who knows...but every time they tell me I’m FAT, I cringe.
However, yesterday behind my hidden tears I realized it’s not me. It’s more about social media. Who is teaching these young kids that being SKINNY is the key to life? That if you’re not sticks & bones you are FAT. So yesterday, my youngest god daughter asked me, “What would you rather be: FAT OR SKINNY?” I responded with, “NEITHER! I rather be HEALTHY.” She didn’t know how to respond...she stood there confused. No where on TV or in magazines do you hear about being HEALTHY. Especially being preached to young kids. I know other people say the same thing but it’s TRUE. Why does society focus on being SKINNY. I sure don’t want my god daughters to grow up being STICKS and forcing themselves to throw up or not eating at all. I want them to be THICK with CURVES. I want them to be athletic and proud of their bodies. It may have taken me 28 years to finally appreciate my body but I sure do =) There is nothing that holds me back now, no excuses, no pain, NOTHING. So from here on out, I need to realize that I’m healthy. I’ll never be SKINNY. God made me with these damn HUGE HIPS and THUNDER THIGHS that I need to embrace. However, I won’t let them be an excuse from training hard. I may not look like I can run far but let me prove you wrong.
All in all, let’s cheers to BEING HEALTHY!
Monday, May 9, 2011
People have asked… “How’d you do it!”
Lately, people have asked me how I did it and exactly what did I look like before? Well to answer the 2nd part of that question I thought I would post some pictures of myself before. Throughout the years, I have always documented my progression, not to call attention to anything but for my own satisfaction. In addition to the fact that I just LOVE pictures!
Pictures are worth a thousand words and the only thing I wish I could go back in time to figure out are…my thoughts at that very moment. My thoughts of when I saw those pictures…was I confortable in my own skin?...was I ok?...was I sad? I look back now and ask myself… “How did I allow myself to get that big?”
This was 4 years, 4 different events and the changes I have made!
This picture was taken at SEA WORLD several years apart...Any difference?
To answer the first part of that question is HARD WORK & DETERMINATION. When I first started to lose weight it was all about looking good and feeling great in my own skin. It later became about pushing myself to new limits and trying new things out. I can remember when I hit 200lbs and I finally could go sky diving. I remember when I hit 180, my high school weight and how different I looked compared to then. I remember I hit 165, which has been the lowest, and felt soo amazing. I went out and bought 2 pairs of size 8 pants! That was short lived through all my training – my lovely thighs won’t allow me in size 8 pants! So really to answer anyone’s question….HARD WORK has sure paid off. I haven’t looked back. I no longer weigh 165lbs but it’s ok. I look & feel so much better about myself. I’m finally HEALTHY. I can do way more than I used too. I can climb a flight of stairs and not wonder if I’ll pass out at the top. I can play softball and round the bases without feeling like I need oxygen at home plate. I can’t say I took the easy route and tried a CRASH DIET or trained in the gym for 20 hrs of my day. No, I trained 2x a week for 30 minutes with a trainer early on, cut my calorie count in half and maintained a good overall positive life. Throughout the years I have increased my calorie count as I do more weight training, long distance training and softball 3x a week – I’m allowed more room for flexibility. However, I still know how to eat right, follow a semi- right meal plan and push myself to recognize unhealthy foods. It’s been a learning curve and I’ll admit I’m not a PROFESSOR yet…I’m still a student! If anything, I just might be an advance learner of the game rather than a newbie!
Congrats to my friends who have lost weight over the last few months. As you know, I’m always there for you. If I don’t know the answer, I know someone or somewhere that will have the answer!
Pictures are worth a thousand words and the only thing I wish I could go back in time to figure out are…my thoughts at that very moment. My thoughts of when I saw those pictures…was I confortable in my own skin?...was I ok?...was I sad? I look back now and ask myself… “How did I allow myself to get that big?”
To answer the first part of that question is HARD WORK & DETERMINATION. When I first started to lose weight it was all about looking good and feeling great in my own skin. It later became about pushing myself to new limits and trying new things out. I can remember when I hit 200lbs and I finally could go sky diving. I remember when I hit 180, my high school weight and how different I looked compared to then. I remember I hit 165, which has been the lowest, and felt soo amazing. I went out and bought 2 pairs of size 8 pants! That was short lived through all my training – my lovely thighs won’t allow me in size 8 pants! So really to answer anyone’s question….HARD WORK has sure paid off. I haven’t looked back. I no longer weigh 165lbs but it’s ok. I look & feel so much better about myself. I’m finally HEALTHY. I can do way more than I used too. I can climb a flight of stairs and not wonder if I’ll pass out at the top. I can play softball and round the bases without feeling like I need oxygen at home plate. I can’t say I took the easy route and tried a CRASH DIET or trained in the gym for 20 hrs of my day. No, I trained 2x a week for 30 minutes with a trainer early on, cut my calorie count in half and maintained a good overall positive life. Throughout the years I have increased my calorie count as I do more weight training, long distance training and softball 3x a week – I’m allowed more room for flexibility. However, I still know how to eat right, follow a semi- right meal plan and push myself to recognize unhealthy foods. It’s been a learning curve and I’ll admit I’m not a PROFESSOR yet…I’m still a student! If anything, I just might be an advance learner of the game rather than a newbie!
Congrats to my friends who have lost weight over the last few months. As you know, I’m always there for you. If I don’t know the answer, I know someone or somewhere that will have the answer!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
PIX FROM THE OC HALF MARATHON
JUST THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE SOME PICTURES FROM THE OC HALF MARATHON. I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY BUT SERIOUSLY...MY TRAINING PARTNER TABS IS CRAZIER THAN ME! I LOVE HOW WE PUSH EACH OTHER.
OC Half Marathon
WOW oh WOW! If someone would have told me 3 years ago that in 3 years you'll be running Half Marathons, take part in Mud Runs....well I would have told them YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND!
This past Sunday, I took part in my 2nd Half Marathon this year. I ran it in 2hr 14mins...HORRIBLE time. However, I came to realize after I crossed that finish line my body was not prepared for the run. 20 minutes after crossing the finish line I fainted. To think, I carb loaded the day before, hydrated and all. Everything I had done before for my 3 other Half Marathons...I even had a protein shake before I left to meet my training partner. To no avail, during mile 10-11 I felt funky. I already knew I was about 5 minutes off my pace and goal of hitting 2 hrs. You would think that would motivate me to push harder and continue on but my body was not complying. I kept on going but all I kept thinking about was stopping and passing out on the grass. Well my thick skin and stubborn attitude wouldn't allow me to give up so I CROSSED THAT FINISH LINE!!! Struggling and all, I never would have thought I would have passed out 20 minutes after. Who knew!
My advice is to take care of yourself, listen to your body but also NEVER GIVE UP.
Next up...May 29th Tough Mudder and hopefully the Guns & Hoses Half Marathon on June 5th
Stay tuned for more running stories!
This past Sunday, I took part in my 2nd Half Marathon this year. I ran it in 2hr 14mins...HORRIBLE time. However, I came to realize after I crossed that finish line my body was not prepared for the run. 20 minutes after crossing the finish line I fainted. To think, I carb loaded the day before, hydrated and all. Everything I had done before for my 3 other Half Marathons...I even had a protein shake before I left to meet my training partner. To no avail, during mile 10-11 I felt funky. I already knew I was about 5 minutes off my pace and goal of hitting 2 hrs. You would think that would motivate me to push harder and continue on but my body was not complying. I kept on going but all I kept thinking about was stopping and passing out on the grass. Well my thick skin and stubborn attitude wouldn't allow me to give up so I CROSSED THAT FINISH LINE!!! Struggling and all, I never would have thought I would have passed out 20 minutes after. Who knew!
My advice is to take care of yourself, listen to your body but also NEVER GIVE UP.
Next up...May 29th Tough Mudder and hopefully the Guns & Hoses Half Marathon on June 5th
Stay tuned for more running stories!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Gotta get back...
So I haven't posted in ages. I started this blog when I THOUGHT I would start my training for a marathon. Well that marathon hasn't come yet! But it's ok, after 3 Half Marathons, tons of injuries, tons of obstacles and triumphs I'll complete a full marathon one day.
There has been a lot going on in my life. I lost my great grandmother almost a year ago on my way to run in the Oakland Half Marathon. I ran 10 miles prior to making the trip to NorCal and visited my ggrandma that week telling her I would be back on Monday. Well the call came Friday, about 2 hrs from San Francisco - I jumped on a plane back to SoCal to be with my family. That run never happened and it took me a while to get back into running. I eventually signed up for the Disneyland Half in September. I ran every day it felt - I trained hard and tried to put everything in the past. I accomplished my dream...well not quite but I finished! I finished in just over 2 hrs...damn 1.50 seconds...WTF!
But my passion to run was BACK! Thru injuries & all - I completed the HB Half Marathon in 2011 with only 10 days of training. The dr's in December told me I would be out of commission for 2-3 months...HAHAHA me rest? Yah right! I finished in 2hrs & 15 minutes...not bad for training in 10 days! =) I also hit a milestone in 2010 - I ran 500 miles. The first time in my life!
Some how I found the strength to continue from all the mishaps, injuries, disappointments and all - I'M BACK baby! =)
There has been a lot going on in my life. I lost my great grandmother almost a year ago on my way to run in the Oakland Half Marathon. I ran 10 miles prior to making the trip to NorCal and visited my ggrandma that week telling her I would be back on Monday. Well the call came Friday, about 2 hrs from San Francisco - I jumped on a plane back to SoCal to be with my family. That run never happened and it took me a while to get back into running. I eventually signed up for the Disneyland Half in September. I ran every day it felt - I trained hard and tried to put everything in the past. I accomplished my dream...well not quite but I finished! I finished in just over 2 hrs...damn 1.50 seconds...WTF!
But my passion to run was BACK! Thru injuries & all - I completed the HB Half Marathon in 2011 with only 10 days of training. The dr's in December told me I would be out of commission for 2-3 months...HAHAHA me rest? Yah right! I finished in 2hrs & 15 minutes...not bad for training in 10 days! =) I also hit a milestone in 2010 - I ran 500 miles. The first time in my life!
Some how I found the strength to continue from all the mishaps, injuries, disappointments and all - I'M BACK baby! =)
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