Matt was signing up for a bunch of races this morning. (He decided to run the Rock 'N' Roll marathon in June, woooo!)
Anyway, not wanting to be left out, I signed up for my very first 5K. AND IT'S THIS SATURDAY!!
It's the Super 5K, which I am assuming is in honor of the Super Bowl. And it's around Mission Bay. I'm sorta freaking out right now. But the following is what Coach Matt suggested:
Monday: 5K
Wednesday: 2 miles
Saturday: race
Bring it.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
A 5K, just because
Following the gluttonous day I had on Thursday, I pretty much kicked ass on the treadmill the next day.
First, I ran 3.1 miles, which is a 5K. My time was 48:15.
Also? I was able to run for 10 minutes in a row, followed by some other long intervals, but I stopped counting.
And then? I shaved 8 seconds off my two-mile time, running it in 32:08, if I remember correctly.
And right on schedule, as always, is the cold. It always happens when I start getting back into an exercise routine, I get sick. But since Matt advised me to take the next two days off, I'm hoping I'll be OK on Monday.
Still, my most important lesson learned was that Lady Gaga does not make for good running music. She may be fun for dance parties, but the beats are slower and more erratic than you'd think.
First, I ran 3.1 miles, which is a 5K. My time was 48:15.
Also? I was able to run for 10 minutes in a row, followed by some other long intervals, but I stopped counting.
And then? I shaved 8 seconds off my two-mile time, running it in 32:08, if I remember correctly.
And right on schedule, as always, is the cold. It always happens when I start getting back into an exercise routine, I get sick. But since Matt advised me to take the next two days off, I'm hoping I'll be OK on Monday.
Still, my most important lesson learned was that Lady Gaga does not make for good running music. She may be fun for dance parties, but the beats are slower and more erratic than you'd think.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Is it too soon for a bad day?
This blog is different than my other one because I'm not going to sugar-coat anything.
When I write about the girls, I learned that people want to read about cute and not about how Ella can be so stubborn and moody and it's not uncommon for her to throw pancakes in restaurants.
So it is with complete honesty that I will admit to having a total bad eating day. Already. And it's only day four.
I had a huge salad at lunch and then tried some of Matt's Pad Thai. Then we took the kids for a pizza dinner because some new place opened by our house. And, though I could have opted for the salad bar, I did not.
The silver lining I will find in all this is that last week, I wouldn't have cared as much as I should have. But now I am full of shame. SHAME!!!
And because of that, no song tonight.
When I write about the girls, I learned that people want to read about cute and not about how Ella can be so stubborn and moody and it's not uncommon for her to throw pancakes in restaurants.
So it is with complete honesty that I will admit to having a total bad eating day. Already. And it's only day four.
I had a huge salad at lunch and then tried some of Matt's Pad Thai. Then we took the kids for a pizza dinner because some new place opened by our house. And, though I could have opted for the salad bar, I did not.
The silver lining I will find in all this is that last week, I wouldn't have cared as much as I should have. But now I am full of shame. SHAME!!!
And because of that, no song tonight.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The hump
For me, the second workout after I haven't exercised for a while is the most difficult. And today the tradition continued. It was hard for me to really get into it. I felt heavy and slow. Also, I had to exercise at work which is awkward on so many levels I'm surprised I actually made it through the door.
But I finished.
And I actually ran two miles in 32:16, which means I shaved two minutes off my first time.
Stats: ran five minutes in a row twice, then two minutes in a row twice over the course of that time.
My best song was Phoenix's "Lasso," inspiring me to keep running even though I really wanted to stop.
Here's a clip of that song when it was performed in San Diego. I was reviewing the show, so I had cushy seats in the stands, otherwise I would have been right there.
But I finished.
And I actually ran two miles in 32:16, which means I shaved two minutes off my first time.
Stats: ran five minutes in a row twice, then two minutes in a row twice over the course of that time.
My best song was Phoenix's "Lasso," inspiring me to keep running even though I really wanted to stop.
Here's a clip of that song when it was performed in San Diego. I was reviewing the show, so I had cushy seats in the stands, otherwise I would have been right there.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Now, for the why
Because my coach, Matt, told me to take the day off today, I think I'll explain why I have chosen to run a marathon across the country when there are plenty of good races here in San Diego.
Matt is a Boston guy. He grew up in the area. His friends and family are there. He loves its sports teams and its food chains. (Dunkin Donuts! Papa Gino's! Friendly's!) So obviously if and when we travel, we usually end up in Massachusetts.
The problem is, I love New York. So many of my closest friends live or have lived there at one point. I've seen amazing shows there, including the time Sleater-Kinney played a pretty small club right before the band broke up.
But Matt has never been to New York with me. There was a time I was there for Fashion Week and tried to get him to come for a few days but he refused. His logic is if he flies to the East Coast, he may as well go to Boston. So I'm basically screwed.
The other day I asked Matt what it would take for him to go to New York with me. And kinda joking around I mentioned the NYC marathon and he said that, yes, he would go to New York if I ran the marathon.
So that's what got this plan going.
There are already some sticking points, however. Like the marathon is in November. And 2012 is an election year. So Matt is already saying he'll probably have to work.
Also, you can't just show up and run the thing. You have to get picked in a lottery. So chances are I won't even qualify. But whatever. It's too early to worry about that now.
Instead, I will leave you with a little Sleater-Kinney. Please note the name of the song is "You're No Rock 'N' Roll Fun" and it is completely, totally dedicated to Matt.
Tomorrow's goal: two to three miles.
Matt is a Boston guy. He grew up in the area. His friends and family are there. He loves its sports teams and its food chains. (Dunkin Donuts! Papa Gino's! Friendly's!) So obviously if and when we travel, we usually end up in Massachusetts.
The problem is, I love New York. So many of my closest friends live or have lived there at one point. I've seen amazing shows there, including the time Sleater-Kinney played a pretty small club right before the band broke up.
But Matt has never been to New York with me. There was a time I was there for Fashion Week and tried to get him to come for a few days but he refused. His logic is if he flies to the East Coast, he may as well go to Boston. So I'm basically screwed.
The other day I asked Matt what it would take for him to go to New York with me. And kinda joking around I mentioned the NYC marathon and he said that, yes, he would go to New York if I ran the marathon.
So that's what got this plan going.
There are already some sticking points, however. Like the marathon is in November. And 2012 is an election year. So Matt is already saying he'll probably have to work.
Also, you can't just show up and run the thing. You have to get picked in a lottery. So chances are I won't even qualify. But whatever. It's too early to worry about that now.
Instead, I will leave you with a little Sleater-Kinney. Please note the name of the song is "You're No Rock 'N' Roll Fun" and it is completely, totally dedicated to Matt.
Tomorrow's goal: two to three miles.
Monday, January 25, 2010
What the hell? Or an introduction
Six months ago, I was on a roll.
I was eating really well and exercising about four times a week and had lost about ten pounds.
But then I just stopped.
I'm not sure what happened. I can blame it on how we were suddenly making less money and had to move away from the most perfect house on the planet. There's also one night when I ate a donut after midnight and after that, we went to Boston and then I just stopped working out. I just stopped caring.
So obviously I gained all my weight back. I can just feel that if I don't take control of this now, I could end up being one of those women who has to get cut out of her house because she's so big.
So it's time to change my pattern.
Usually I can be really good for as long as six months, but then I kind of slowly revert back to old habits of eating too late at night and watching too much TV.
This time I'm going to have a goal. A ridiculous goal. One I can't even imagine because it's so preposterous. I want to run the New York City marathon in 2012.
Matt, as we all know, is a runner. He runs all the time. He's the fastest runner at our work. All he knows is running. His goal is to get back to the Boston Marathon before he's 40, which is kinda soon. (Hee, hee.) And because Matt and I are kinda competitive (No, I can type faster), I figured trying to get to NYC would be a good motivator to get in the best shape of my life.
So today was the day I hit the gym. And this blog will hopefully chart my progress from now until November, 2012.
On my first day back, I did two miles in 34 minutes, 15 seconds. I ran for five minutes without stopping twice in that time.
My most motivational song is totally, totally embarrassing, but this blog is all about honesty, so here it is:
I was eating really well and exercising about four times a week and had lost about ten pounds.
But then I just stopped.
I'm not sure what happened. I can blame it on how we were suddenly making less money and had to move away from the most perfect house on the planet. There's also one night when I ate a donut after midnight and after that, we went to Boston and then I just stopped working out. I just stopped caring.
So obviously I gained all my weight back. I can just feel that if I don't take control of this now, I could end up being one of those women who has to get cut out of her house because she's so big.
So it's time to change my pattern.
Usually I can be really good for as long as six months, but then I kind of slowly revert back to old habits of eating too late at night and watching too much TV.
This time I'm going to have a goal. A ridiculous goal. One I can't even imagine because it's so preposterous. I want to run the New York City marathon in 2012.
Matt, as we all know, is a runner. He runs all the time. He's the fastest runner at our work. All he knows is running. His goal is to get back to the Boston Marathon before he's 40, which is kinda soon. (Hee, hee.) And because Matt and I are kinda competitive (No, I can type faster), I figured trying to get to NYC would be a good motivator to get in the best shape of my life.
So today was the day I hit the gym. And this blog will hopefully chart my progress from now until November, 2012.
On my first day back, I did two miles in 34 minutes, 15 seconds. I ran for five minutes without stopping twice in that time.
My most motivational song is totally, totally embarrassing, but this blog is all about honesty, so here it is:
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