Well friends, it's been a grand journey from January until now (September 8th). There have been so many lessons, two 5k runs (for those who are wondering, I did complete the Camp Meeting 5k in June with a time of 36 minutes give or take a few seconds...it was much harder than the April run with lots of hills and ladies with baby carriages passing me! I did however, finish what I started and I'm pretty geeked about that! :)), and a lifetime of inspiration and admiration for those who run consistently.
A few weeks ago, just after decided that I would continue running since I didn't EVER want to have to go through the intense training again, I suffered a grade three calf strain and was unable to walk for 5 days, was on crutches and then limping in a soft cast for a week and after some time of wrapping and taking it easy, have finally begun walking daily. It will be a while before I'm back on the trail, but hopefully, because I've learned so much and had such an amazing journey with the Lord through all of this, I will begin again.
Thanks for supporting my blog, for supporting my runs and for loving Jesus Christ, who gives us such amazing bodies, minds and hearts!
Keep running the race, our prize is just up ahead!
Kasey
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
June 8th, 2010--Susan Komen Update and Future Plans
Hello Friends...I've missed you! How's things?
I thought I better update my blog today since I have a few minutes to spare. You've probably been wondering how the Susan Komen run went on April 25th...or maybe not...
Well if you're interested, the run was held on a nice cold day...the first mile my muscles were in self-preservation mode--stiff and freezing cold! We kept moving because if we didn't we'd seize up and someone would find me stuck on the ice patch near the water stand, frozen solid.
The physical aspects of the race weren't too tough--especially since I interspersed some walking in with the running and could allow my heart to slow down enough so I didn't think it would explode inside my chest. I had complete control over how hard I would push myself, hard at some points, not so hard at others. Thank goodness for a very large group of walkers behind me--which, with their even pace and strides, allowed me to survive and not embarrass myself by coming in last.
I didn't know it until the race actually began, but running is a very big mental challenge. How many times can you tell yourself you're not going to quit, you're not going to fail, you're just going to keep going no matter what? Only so many times...at least until you start defending the character of a quitter. That's when you know there's a battle going on and you better just turn off the brain for a second.
I found that when I needed to shut 'er down for a few, I'd just look around and think about each of the people I saw. What was their life like, did they have families, why did they decide to wear that to run in? That was distracting enough to give me a short break from the diatribe going on in my head.
Then I would daydream...
The visions of finishing and going home or coming in last as the finish line is being dismantled was enough to keep me moving swiftly...well, ok, "swiftly" was an exaggeration...how about just "moving"? Moving is good.
Either way you look at it, there must be either humiliation or a reward; just running for the sake of running is either insanely crazy or foolish. At least in my view. But the visions of (sugarplums) reward are what kept me going.
Sure, rewards are selfish. I am unrepentant--I like them, I will work for them, I will be motivated by them, I will continue to strive when I'd rather give up to get them. I will also do all in my power to avoid humiliation. Call me human.
Life is like running. There are challenges, rewards and humiliation to be avoided. Only in the Christian life, the reward is Jesus. So I keep running, however slowly, taking breaks and walking, sometimes sprinting to the finish, sometimes just crawling along. Whatever pace I go, I go. I will get my Jesus (reward) (sugarplum) in the end. And it will be worth the effort.
I finished at 38 minutes, just in front of a fellow co-worker who speed walked the race.
I think running is overrated so I'm going to speed walk the Camp Meeting race. My top speed is "casual morning stroll". So I'll see you at the finish line, if it's still up by the time I get there...either way--the end of our race is almost here and our reward is waiting! Get out there and get moving!
Until next time!
Kasey
I thought I better update my blog today since I have a few minutes to spare. You've probably been wondering how the Susan Komen run went on April 25th...or maybe not...
Well if you're interested, the run was held on a nice cold day...the first mile my muscles were in self-preservation mode--stiff and freezing cold! We kept moving because if we didn't we'd seize up and someone would find me stuck on the ice patch near the water stand, frozen solid.
The physical aspects of the race weren't too tough--especially since I interspersed some walking in with the running and could allow my heart to slow down enough so I didn't think it would explode inside my chest. I had complete control over how hard I would push myself, hard at some points, not so hard at others. Thank goodness for a very large group of walkers behind me--which, with their even pace and strides, allowed me to survive and not embarrass myself by coming in last.
I didn't know it until the race actually began, but running is a very big mental challenge. How many times can you tell yourself you're not going to quit, you're not going to fail, you're just going to keep going no matter what? Only so many times...at least until you start defending the character of a quitter. That's when you know there's a battle going on and you better just turn off the brain for a second.
I found that when I needed to shut 'er down for a few, I'd just look around and think about each of the people I saw. What was their life like, did they have families, why did they decide to wear that to run in? That was distracting enough to give me a short break from the diatribe going on in my head.
Then I would daydream...
The visions of finishing and going home or coming in last as the finish line is being dismantled was enough to keep me moving swiftly...well, ok, "swiftly" was an exaggeration...how about just "moving"? Moving is good.
Either way you look at it, there must be either humiliation or a reward; just running for the sake of running is either insanely crazy or foolish. At least in my view. But the visions of (sugarplums) reward are what kept me going.
Sure, rewards are selfish. I am unrepentant--I like them, I will work for them, I will be motivated by them, I will continue to strive when I'd rather give up to get them. I will also do all in my power to avoid humiliation. Call me human.
Life is like running. There are challenges, rewards and humiliation to be avoided. Only in the Christian life, the reward is Jesus. So I keep running, however slowly, taking breaks and walking, sometimes sprinting to the finish, sometimes just crawling along. Whatever pace I go, I go. I will get my Jesus (reward) (sugarplum) in the end. And it will be worth the effort.
I finished at 38 minutes, just in front of a fellow co-worker who speed walked the race.
I think running is overrated so I'm going to speed walk the Camp Meeting race. My top speed is "casual morning stroll". So I'll see you at the finish line, if it's still up by the time I get there...either way--the end of our race is almost here and our reward is waiting! Get out there and get moving!
Until next time!
Kasey
Friday, April 23, 2010
Has it really been two months since I posted?
Hi there...ok, so it's been a while since I blogged anything. That gives me a lot to work with. Where to start.....hmmm.....
Oh, well, I'm still training. As of today, April 23rd, I am running most of the 3.1 miles with short periods of walking interspersed. My time is just under 45 minutes. I am quite satisfied with this progress although it is my goal to be under 35 minutes by June. However, under the circumstances, which I'll explain momentarily, I think I'm happy with my progress.
On February 21st I was in a car accident with my 7 year old. A young lady who just received her drivers permit made a left turn in front of me and I couldn't stop. Blessedly, everyone involved was ok. That foggy moment just after it happened (when my brain finally started to work again) when I briefly wondered if my baby was ok, was something I don't ever want to experience again. Thank God, he was just fine. He said that it felt like he hit a pillow--I think it was a pillow all right, a very big, very "downy" pillow, if you know what I mean. PTL!
But, I was bruised up pretty badly and sore from head to toe and unable to use my right hand. I'm not sure what happened but after my husband got to the accident scene, we went to the hospital to get it checked out. The x-ray didn't show any breaks, but as of today, over 2 months later, I am still having a lot of pain and have been referred to a specialist to have it looked at. But anyway, due to the accident my training was set back a few weeks.
During all of this, I found out that my boss (and my friend) is moving to Alaska at the end of June. ALASKA! What? Really? So, needless to say, I've been upset over that too.
Then the Women's Retreat registration opened and work was crazy busy. No time for anything, especially blogging! But now that they are over and things are calming down, I thought it might be time to post something.
My first race is in 2 days--yes, you heard me--2 days. I'm not sure just how things will go; sometimes I worry, but then think, "who am I worried about?" I know there will be ambulances and medical personal stationed throughout the race--CPR is a stones throw away. Other than that, what do I really have to worry about?
I have come to the conclusion that I like to worry. It makes me happy to worry. Should I be worried about that?
I can think of so many things to worry about, like do these shoes go with this outfit? What are we going to have for dinner and will my kids eat it? Will my son's be taller than I am? Do people think I worry too much? You know, important stuff.
If I don't worry and fret over things, who will? Someone needs to; these are important issues and need to be seen by the world around me as important too! Right?
Well, I think that during these last two months, my capacity to function and worry at the same time has been severely limited. If I try, I find myself on the verge of panic and to be frank, I don't do panic. So, I guess that if I had to choose between functioning and worrying, I'll take option number one.
("What's behind door number one Janet? Ohhh look, you've won the ability to think, feel and process information! That will come in handy when you're working, spending time with your family, or just enjoying life! {{Wild Clapping and Oohs and Ahhs}} Johnny, tell her about it!" "Oh thank you Bob, this is just what I've always wanted!")
So I'm looking forward to the race, whatever time I finish with, whatever medical attention I might require or bodily functions that might embarrass me. As long as everything is working properly, I have no worries.
Wish me luck! I'll post more after the race! Until then, many many blessings to all of you!
Kasey
Oh, well, I'm still training. As of today, April 23rd, I am running most of the 3.1 miles with short periods of walking interspersed. My time is just under 45 minutes. I am quite satisfied with this progress although it is my goal to be under 35 minutes by June. However, under the circumstances, which I'll explain momentarily, I think I'm happy with my progress.
On February 21st I was in a car accident with my 7 year old. A young lady who just received her drivers permit made a left turn in front of me and I couldn't stop. Blessedly, everyone involved was ok. That foggy moment just after it happened (when my brain finally started to work again) when I briefly wondered if my baby was ok, was something I don't ever want to experience again. Thank God, he was just fine. He said that it felt like he hit a pillow--I think it was a pillow all right, a very big, very "downy" pillow, if you know what I mean. PTL!
But, I was bruised up pretty badly and sore from head to toe and unable to use my right hand. I'm not sure what happened but after my husband got to the accident scene, we went to the hospital to get it checked out. The x-ray didn't show any breaks, but as of today, over 2 months later, I am still having a lot of pain and have been referred to a specialist to have it looked at. But anyway, due to the accident my training was set back a few weeks.
During all of this, I found out that my boss (and my friend) is moving to Alaska at the end of June. ALASKA! What? Really? So, needless to say, I've been upset over that too.
Then the Women's Retreat registration opened and work was crazy busy. No time for anything, especially blogging! But now that they are over and things are calming down, I thought it might be time to post something.
My first race is in 2 days--yes, you heard me--2 days. I'm not sure just how things will go; sometimes I worry, but then think, "who am I worried about?" I know there will be ambulances and medical personal stationed throughout the race--CPR is a stones throw away. Other than that, what do I really have to worry about?
I have come to the conclusion that I like to worry. It makes me happy to worry. Should I be worried about that?
I can think of so many things to worry about, like do these shoes go with this outfit? What are we going to have for dinner and will my kids eat it? Will my son's be taller than I am? Do people think I worry too much? You know, important stuff.
If I don't worry and fret over things, who will? Someone needs to; these are important issues and need to be seen by the world around me as important too! Right?
Well, I think that during these last two months, my capacity to function and worry at the same time has been severely limited. If I try, I find myself on the verge of panic and to be frank, I don't do panic. So, I guess that if I had to choose between functioning and worrying, I'll take option number one.
("What's behind door number one Janet? Ohhh look, you've won the ability to think, feel and process information! That will come in handy when you're working, spending time with your family, or just enjoying life! {{Wild Clapping and Oohs and Ahhs}} Johnny, tell her about it!" "Oh thank you Bob, this is just what I've always wanted!")
So I'm looking forward to the race, whatever time I finish with, whatever medical attention I might require or bodily functions that might embarrass me. As long as everything is working properly, I have no worries.
Wish me luck! I'll post more after the race! Until then, many many blessings to all of you!
Kasey
Monday, February 15, 2010
February 15th, The Rundown
Good morning! Today is Monday, February 15th and I am in excruciating pain. So perhaps the cheery welcome was a bit forced. Or an exaggeration. Ok, it was an outright lie. I confess.
Whatever, I need to find the truck that ran me down Saturday night. When I can move again, someone will be interrogated with tactics the likes of which would make Sayid proud. Much like the threat of "wait until your father gets home," you should be very, very scared.
Until then I'll just have to keep bottles of Motrin and water nearby.
To recap for those of you who weren't involved in the rundown; Saturday night my (so-called) friends and (ex) son and his friends asked me to play basketball with them during a youth night outing at the Howell Armory. Like prey sensing danger, my head perked up. Ears twitching, I scanned the horizon for the nearest escape but I was surrounded. Rather than creating a frenzy with the scent of fear, I agreed. I should have just took a knee and let them devour me, it would have been less painful.
Having played basketball through elementary, middle, junior high and high school, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. As a starting forward, our high school team was always very good, in fact we won the state championship in 1984 and always had very successful teams until I graduated. It used to be part of my identity, my passion. I was an ATHLETE for pity's sake. No teenage boys were going to intimidate ME! Plus, I was on the awesome new running plan, I was getting FIT.
Oh how the mirages of the past so quickly fade in the harsh heat of reality...
To spare myself the repetition of the ugly details, lets just say the last 20 years have not been good to my muscles. Or heart, or lungs...Several times I had fleeting thoughts of whether or not there was a defibulator on the premises. Just in case.
And then, THEN, I was talked into going swimming on Sunday afternoon. "It's good for sore muscles," I was told. "Soothing." "Relaxing." Right.
Sap that I am, again I listened. And swam. And played some water basketball with my (ex) (did I mention that?) son and friends. WHEN will I learn?
So here I am today--typing gingerly, popping Motrin and guzzling water just to be able to call my pain excruciating. Someone (besides me) is going to pay for this fiasco. Mark my words. Heads will roll--just as soon as I can move.
If I can just give you one little piece of advice; don't let 20 years pass between you and the state championship. It's just not worth the pain of trying to get back in shape. Take my word for it.
Until next time...keep running. Seriously. Don't EVER stop. EVER.
Kasey
Whatever, I need to find the truck that ran me down Saturday night. When I can move again, someone will be interrogated with tactics the likes of which would make Sayid proud. Much like the threat of "wait until your father gets home," you should be very, very scared.
Until then I'll just have to keep bottles of Motrin and water nearby.
To recap for those of you who weren't involved in the rundown; Saturday night my (so-called) friends and (ex) son and his friends asked me to play basketball with them during a youth night outing at the Howell Armory. Like prey sensing danger, my head perked up. Ears twitching, I scanned the horizon for the nearest escape but I was surrounded. Rather than creating a frenzy with the scent of fear, I agreed. I should have just took a knee and let them devour me, it would have been less painful.
Having played basketball through elementary, middle, junior high and high school, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. As a starting forward, our high school team was always very good, in fact we won the state championship in 1984 and always had very successful teams until I graduated. It used to be part of my identity, my passion. I was an ATHLETE for pity's sake. No teenage boys were going to intimidate ME! Plus, I was on the awesome new running plan, I was getting FIT.
Oh how the mirages of the past so quickly fade in the harsh heat of reality...
To spare myself the repetition of the ugly details, lets just say the last 20 years have not been good to my muscles. Or heart, or lungs...Several times I had fleeting thoughts of whether or not there was a defibulator on the premises. Just in case.
And then, THEN, I was talked into going swimming on Sunday afternoon. "It's good for sore muscles," I was told. "Soothing." "Relaxing." Right.
Sap that I am, again I listened. And swam. And played some water basketball with my (ex) (did I mention that?) son and friends. WHEN will I learn?
So here I am today--typing gingerly, popping Motrin and guzzling water just to be able to call my pain excruciating. Someone (besides me) is going to pay for this fiasco. Mark my words. Heads will roll--just as soon as I can move.
If I can just give you one little piece of advice; don't let 20 years pass between you and the state championship. It's just not worth the pain of trying to get back in shape. Take my word for it.
Until next time...keep running. Seriously. Don't EVER stop. EVER.
Kasey
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Feb 8th--W5D2 Playing Catch Up
Well hello friends!
I thought I'd take some time to catch up on my blog...it's been a while. Yes, I am still running, I haven't given up yet. Although it's an option I consider periodically. Like yesterday. And today. And probably tomorrow.
But no matter, the training is progressing and I am impressed with the fact that I am wearing one size smaller dress pants today than I wore in January. I know, I know, it's not about the weight loss. (yeah, right) It's about getting healthy and doing what's right for my life and my family. It's about taking control of my choices and making new healthy habits. It's......ok, that's enough of that.
It's about weight loss too.
I went to the doctor yesterday for my annual physical. Everything was great except I am the same weight I was a year ago. After a month of back breaking training, I am still the exact same weight???? What? Are you kidding me? Doesn't that scale know I just finished DAY 1 of WEEK 5 in the Couch to 5K training program!!!!???? Doesn't it realize that by Friday I'll be running 20 minutes STRAIGHT????? How can this be?
I just don't get it. Especially as I sit here in my smaller size dress pants...
So yeah, today I'm a bit frustrated. But there is good news. I've been blessed by being introduced to a great new nutrition program and some encouragement from a friend. It's so great to have someone say, "put down the hot chocolate and whip up a smoothie" every now and then.
I've made it another day without having to tip toe to the nearest Walmart candy aisle where the chocolate beckons. Thanks to you, my will power survives.
My weight may be the same, but there are always new things to appreciate.
Till next time, keep running!
I thought I'd take some time to catch up on my blog...it's been a while. Yes, I am still running, I haven't given up yet. Although it's an option I consider periodically. Like yesterday. And today. And probably tomorrow.
But no matter, the training is progressing and I am impressed with the fact that I am wearing one size smaller dress pants today than I wore in January. I know, I know, it's not about the weight loss. (yeah, right) It's about getting healthy and doing what's right for my life and my family. It's about taking control of my choices and making new healthy habits. It's......ok, that's enough of that.
It's about weight loss too.
I went to the doctor yesterday for my annual physical. Everything was great except I am the same weight I was a year ago. After a month of back breaking training, I am still the exact same weight???? What? Are you kidding me? Doesn't that scale know I just finished DAY 1 of WEEK 5 in the Couch to 5K training program!!!!???? Doesn't it realize that by Friday I'll be running 20 minutes STRAIGHT????? How can this be?
I just don't get it. Especially as I sit here in my smaller size dress pants...
So yeah, today I'm a bit frustrated. But there is good news. I've been blessed by being introduced to a great new nutrition program and some encouragement from a friend. It's so great to have someone say, "put down the hot chocolate and whip up a smoothie" every now and then.
I've made it another day without having to tip toe to the nearest Walmart candy aisle where the chocolate beckons. Thanks to you, my will power survives.
My weight may be the same, but there are always new things to appreciate.
Till next time, keep running!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Day 10--Jan 27th
Yesterday I had no motivation. Not even the thought of my first race looming only a few weeks away was enough to excite me about training. I ran at 4:00 as usual (I changed the time so I don't have to go back to work in my dress clothes while I was still perspiring.) Ok, well...."Perspiring" is such a nice way of saying, "Sweating like a pig on a steamy August afternoon knowing you're next in line for the slaughter." Whatever, I moved it to 4:00 so I could just go home and take a shower afterward.
Despite the lack of motivation, I kept hearing in my mind that it takes 30 days to form a new habit. Having implemented this "habit" on January 4th, I'm starting to think that the person who said that is unstable. However, with the thought that I'd have a new healthy habit and be home free in less than a week, I snatched up my backpack and headed over to the White House to run.
Oh...it was a tough day. My legs were so stiff it felt like I was running on crutches; I had no pace or fluidity but instead lumbered like a freight train through 30 minutes of grueling, mind numbing pain. The rhythm was a deafening: thud, thud, pause, thud, thud, pause, thud, thud, pause.
Where oh where was my joy? Where was my conviction? Where was my deep, spiritual insight and application? Had they abandoned me like fair weather friends? They have been my long time, but not oft called on companions; they probably got sick of me seeking them out only in times of desperation. They packed up and went home. I don't blame them. This treadmill was no place to be right now. Trust me.
I was alone with no flights of feeling, no deep reservoir of strength, no desire for selfish benefit. It was just me, running. Not knowing why. Just hoping that I could form a new habit if I kept at it.
OOOOHHHHH.......the light bulb went on...
Wow! That was the secret? HOPE? Just the hope that I could be stronger and in better control of mind and body kept me enduring this punishment? Hope has that kind of power?? The deep spiritual insights were numerous. I'll leave them to you to apply.
After a few minutes of contemplation, one major thought occurred to me; I'm not to be trusted with this knowledge. With great power, comes great responsibility...or so I've heard. I'm not worthy of knowledge, power, responsibility or trust. But I am still hopeful.
Over the years, my deepest hopes have always been to have new habits and desires, to be better. To be free from sin and soul sickness, sadness and grief. To be like Jesus. And here was the answer, staring me right in the face. Not shrouded in feeling, fancy, selfishness, pride, vanity, or anything else, my motivation was simply hope. Whether it was in training my body, or training my mind, the power of hope was enough to keep me going.
I'm pondering this new revelation. I'll write more about it later. Hopefully, tomorrow.
Till next time, keep running!
Despite the lack of motivation, I kept hearing in my mind that it takes 30 days to form a new habit. Having implemented this "habit" on January 4th, I'm starting to think that the person who said that is unstable. However, with the thought that I'd have a new healthy habit and be home free in less than a week, I snatched up my backpack and headed over to the White House to run.
Oh...it was a tough day. My legs were so stiff it felt like I was running on crutches; I had no pace or fluidity but instead lumbered like a freight train through 30 minutes of grueling, mind numbing pain. The rhythm was a deafening: thud, thud, pause, thud, thud, pause, thud, thud, pause.
Where oh where was my joy? Where was my conviction? Where was my deep, spiritual insight and application? Had they abandoned me like fair weather friends? They have been my long time, but not oft called on companions; they probably got sick of me seeking them out only in times of desperation. They packed up and went home. I don't blame them. This treadmill was no place to be right now. Trust me.
I was alone with no flights of feeling, no deep reservoir of strength, no desire for selfish benefit. It was just me, running. Not knowing why. Just hoping that I could form a new habit if I kept at it.
OOOOHHHHH.......the light bulb went on...
Wow! That was the secret? HOPE? Just the hope that I could be stronger and in better control of mind and body kept me enduring this punishment? Hope has that kind of power?? The deep spiritual insights were numerous. I'll leave them to you to apply.
After a few minutes of contemplation, one major thought occurred to me; I'm not to be trusted with this knowledge. With great power, comes great responsibility...or so I've heard. I'm not worthy of knowledge, power, responsibility or trust. But I am still hopeful.
Over the years, my deepest hopes have always been to have new habits and desires, to be better. To be free from sin and soul sickness, sadness and grief. To be like Jesus. And here was the answer, staring me right in the face. Not shrouded in feeling, fancy, selfishness, pride, vanity, or anything else, my motivation was simply hope. Whether it was in training my body, or training my mind, the power of hope was enough to keep me going.
I'm pondering this new revelation. I'll write more about it later. Hopefully, tomorrow.
Till next time, keep running!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Day Unknown (Sometime during week 4) Jan. 26th
Yes, I ran today. I've also been walking on my days off. However, I have NOT been blogging much. Sorry about that but somethings gotta give. I'll make it up to you, I promise.
My musings will probably ramble a bit since I've got 4 sessions of running workouts to catch up on. See what you get when you procrastinate? A long winded blogger and a bored bunch of readers. I'll try to keep it short...in the event that becomes impossible, feel free to surf the web instead. That's what I do.
Anyway, the last few workouts have been good. My stamina is improving, I'm up to about 9 minutes of continuous running with just a few minutes to rest in between. I'm not really supposed to be doing this much in week 4 of the program, but I'm trying to push myself a little bit harder so I can work on my speed before the race. It would be embarrassing to be beaten by a 12 year old, a 92 year old, or a new mommy pushing a stroller. Not that I haven't been beaten badly before...it happens. I'm just trying to avoid it this time. Call me selfish.
Which reminds me, today my friends Cindy and Tennille talked me into signing up for the Susan G. Komen Race for a Cure on April 25th in Lansing. They are both running it so I agreed. I'm an idiot. There, I said it.
But hey, a goal of some kind never hurts. Especially for "Goal-Challenged" people like me.
Any-whooo...I've found these last few runs to be quite exciting. Not because they're fun--PLEASE...but rather because I see what is happening to my heart and lungs. They work, and work pretty efficiently. Who knew?
It's cool to see what your body can be trained to do. It's neat to feel yourself becoming stronger and hear your mind begin to tell you things you haven't heard in a long time. NO not, "hey those nachos have your name on 'em", but thing like, "you can do it" "will you look at that, 9 minutes", and "if rein in your breathing, you can go another minute". It's been interesting (to say the least) as my big, fat head has been used for something more than a hat rack. I repeat, who knew?
I've come to appreciate and trust the program. It's certainly not easy. It's not really fun either. But fun and ease are highly overrated. I've tried that road and I've yet to reach an eternal Disneyland. So I guess I'll try the hard work and self-denial road. At the very least, I know I'll end up with a heart that can pump some serious amounts of highly oxygenated blood and a brain that sends me love notes. Even if it costs me some Reese's cups and sweat, that's a pretty good deal.
Trusting the program, taking the path less traveled, appreciation, and hard work...I think God knew what would make us truly happy. He's a pretty smart Guy and worthy of every drop of sweat. His love is awesome. What else could make a person back away from the Reese's?
Until next time...keep breathing!
My musings will probably ramble a bit since I've got 4 sessions of running workouts to catch up on. See what you get when you procrastinate? A long winded blogger and a bored bunch of readers. I'll try to keep it short...in the event that becomes impossible, feel free to surf the web instead. That's what I do.
Anyway, the last few workouts have been good. My stamina is improving, I'm up to about 9 minutes of continuous running with just a few minutes to rest in between. I'm not really supposed to be doing this much in week 4 of the program, but I'm trying to push myself a little bit harder so I can work on my speed before the race. It would be embarrassing to be beaten by a 12 year old, a 92 year old, or a new mommy pushing a stroller. Not that I haven't been beaten badly before...it happens. I'm just trying to avoid it this time. Call me selfish.
Which reminds me, today my friends Cindy and Tennille talked me into signing up for the Susan G. Komen Race for a Cure on April 25th in Lansing. They are both running it so I agreed. I'm an idiot. There, I said it.
But hey, a goal of some kind never hurts. Especially for "Goal-Challenged" people like me.
Any-whooo...I've found these last few runs to be quite exciting. Not because they're fun--PLEASE...but rather because I see what is happening to my heart and lungs. They work, and work pretty efficiently. Who knew?
It's cool to see what your body can be trained to do. It's neat to feel yourself becoming stronger and hear your mind begin to tell you things you haven't heard in a long time. NO not, "hey those nachos have your name on 'em", but thing like, "you can do it" "will you look at that, 9 minutes", and "if rein in your breathing, you can go another minute". It's been interesting (to say the least) as my big, fat head has been used for something more than a hat rack. I repeat, who knew?
I've come to appreciate and trust the program. It's certainly not easy. It's not really fun either. But fun and ease are highly overrated. I've tried that road and I've yet to reach an eternal Disneyland. So I guess I'll try the hard work and self-denial road. At the very least, I know I'll end up with a heart that can pump some serious amounts of highly oxygenated blood and a brain that sends me love notes. Even if it costs me some Reese's cups and sweat, that's a pretty good deal.
Trusting the program, taking the path less traveled, appreciation, and hard work...I think God knew what would make us truly happy. He's a pretty smart Guy and worthy of every drop of sweat. His love is awesome. What else could make a person back away from the Reese's?
Until next time...keep breathing!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
So I didn't run this weekend like I supposed to. Saturday night came and went. Sunday morning, afternoon and evening came and went. Monday, my day off, came and went. Still no running. The treadmill sits quiet, dusty. It smiles knowingly in my direction as I walk by to let the dog out. It's eyes follow me like an old portrait in a creepy Victorian home, never speaking audibly, but something in the way it looks at me says volumes.
My lunch becomes unpalatable. How can I eat when I haven't exercised? Those calories will go straight to my saddlebags!
Oh how crushing is the guilt of the chronic procrastinator, especially when it comes to exercise!
But today, Tuesday, Day 6, I am prepared. I have my tenny's, my freshly washed t-shirt and sweatpants ready to go. I am stoked! (My teenage son would cringe if he heard me say that.) Ok, so I'm not really stoked. I'm not even a little bit excited. I'm tired. I want to go home.
But off I go, I have people I am accountable to in this 5K training event. Thank goodness for accountability, without it, I would be certainly be home with my face in a bag of something very, very bad for me. And putting that treadmill up for sale on Craigslist.
Thank you running buddies--you may have saved a life. At the very least, you've saved a treadmill from the scrapheap. All the "greenies" will be pleased.
Off I go! I'll be writing about today's adventure soon...stay tuned. :)
My lunch becomes unpalatable. How can I eat when I haven't exercised? Those calories will go straight to my saddlebags!
Oh how crushing is the guilt of the chronic procrastinator, especially when it comes to exercise!
But today, Tuesday, Day 6, I am prepared. I have my tenny's, my freshly washed t-shirt and sweatpants ready to go. I am stoked! (My teenage son would cringe if he heard me say that.) Ok, so I'm not really stoked. I'm not even a little bit excited. I'm tired. I want to go home.
But off I go, I have people I am accountable to in this 5K training event. Thank goodness for accountability, without it, I would be certainly be home with my face in a bag of something very, very bad for me. And putting that treadmill up for sale on Craigslist.
Thank you running buddies--you may have saved a life. At the very least, you've saved a treadmill from the scrapheap. All the "greenies" will be pleased.
Off I go! I'll be writing about today's adventure soon...stay tuned. :)
Friday, January 15, 2010
Day 5--January 14th
Day five went down in the history books. The White House becomes less and less of a torture chamber and more and more of a necessity. Now that is scary.
Two friends accompanied me today. They inspire me. One of my friends had just eaten a big lunch and rather than hiding in her office to digest said lunch, she was walking briskly next to me. What dedication, what drive, what inspiration! I'd be curled up in the fetal position with my face in a puddle of drool, but hey, that's how I got in this position in the first place. I need to make a note of that.
My other friend broke her ankle a few months ago, went through surgery to pin it back together, is 10+ years older than I am and walking on an steep incline faster than I'm running. If she wasn't so sweet and cute, I'd have to hurt her.
Instead, I just marvel at the women around me. They are incredible, talented, smart, and determined; the office is filled with them. It's like an epidemic or something. Hold the vaccine please.
Anyway, as I watch my friends, we talk and laugh together. We share stories and weekend plans. Our friendship is a bond, and like our muscles and stamina, growing stronger and stronger each second as we weave our lives together in time. It's a beautiful thing.
Today my time on the treadmill holds some my most precious memories and deepest appreciation. Everyone needs that right?
Who knew?
Two friends accompanied me today. They inspire me. One of my friends had just eaten a big lunch and rather than hiding in her office to digest said lunch, she was walking briskly next to me. What dedication, what drive, what inspiration! I'd be curled up in the fetal position with my face in a puddle of drool, but hey, that's how I got in this position in the first place. I need to make a note of that.
My other friend broke her ankle a few months ago, went through surgery to pin it back together, is 10+ years older than I am and walking on an steep incline faster than I'm running. If she wasn't so sweet and cute, I'd have to hurt her.
Instead, I just marvel at the women around me. They are incredible, talented, smart, and determined; the office is filled with them. It's like an epidemic or something. Hold the vaccine please.
Anyway, as I watch my friends, we talk and laugh together. We share stories and weekend plans. Our friendship is a bond, and like our muscles and stamina, growing stronger and stronger each second as we weave our lives together in time. It's a beautiful thing.
Today my time on the treadmill holds some my most precious memories and deepest appreciation. Everyone needs that right?
Who knew?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Day 4--January 12th
The workout was conquered. I emerged from the torture chamber a victor!
We battled for 30 long minutes, but the treadmill didn't stand a chance. Determination, the Word of God and a very large bottle of water were my weapons. (Not to mention a very good friend and distracting conversation. )
But no matter! Day 4 has been defeated! (The crowd goes wild!)
I savor this victory, knowing that the treadmill is gathering its strength, waiting for the increases in time, distance and incline. It retreats in silence, actively plotting my destruction. This victory does not sit well, it will be back for retribution.
However, I do not fear you Treadmill of Doom! Through small victories each day, I will eventually run the race set before me and not be weary!
Ok, so I'll be weary. I'll even be sweaty. Very, very sweaty.
But I will not be overcome!
'Till next time....
We battled for 30 long minutes, but the treadmill didn't stand a chance. Determination, the Word of God and a very large bottle of water were my weapons. (Not to mention a very good friend and distracting conversation. )
But no matter! Day 4 has been defeated! (The crowd goes wild!)
I savor this victory, knowing that the treadmill is gathering its strength, waiting for the increases in time, distance and incline. It retreats in silence, actively plotting my destruction. This victory does not sit well, it will be back for retribution.
However, I do not fear you Treadmill of Doom! Through small victories each day, I will eventually run the race set before me and not be weary!
Ok, so I'll be weary. I'll even be sweaty. Very, very sweaty.
But I will not be overcome!
'Till next time....
Monday, January 11, 2010
Day 3--January 11th
Ok, so day three is behind me. There was no time to run at work today so as soon as I walked in the house, my suit was replaced with sweatpants and a tee-shirt, high heels with pink and black Nike's. I knew that if I didn't run ASAP, I wouldn't run at all. Then I'd be smothered with guilt for the rest of the week. Being the selfish creature I am, I couldn't carry that kind of load around.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Anyway, the run tonight was tough. My treadmill only fits in one spot in our bedroom...looking directly into my closet. Talk about being mocked. I swear there was an old halter dress somewhere in there laughing at me.
What is it with women and their clothes? Is fitting into a old pair of jeans a good enough reason to motivate me to endure this kind of punishment? Around about minute 22 I was seriously doubting that anything would be motivation enough. Well, except maybe a big old bag of chocolate... Those elastic waist band pants weren't really that ugly, if you had a nice top to go with 'em...
Of course, it's been typical that in about the last few minutes of my workout my mind finally gets quiet, all my smart remarks and far out musings take a back seat to the effort needed to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and to breathe. I think that's when God takes a sigh of relief because He can finally get a word in edgewise.
As I stared at the closet full of clothes that didn't fit, God reminded me of something.
There's a saying that whatever is worth doing, is worth doing right. However, that saying is subject to my interpretation of what is worth doing.
God was telling me that whatever is right is worth doing. That's a big difference.The rightness or wrongness (is that a word?)of an action is determined by God, not me, and if it's right, then it's worth doing.
So fitting into the old jeans wasn't worth the effort. It wasn't sanctioned in the Word of God. However, rather than stopping and stuffing my chubby cheeks full of Reese's cups, I saw that the rightness of taking care of myself, as He commands, made it worth the effort. It was an epiphany. God sure can pack a lot of information in a few quiet minutes. I should be quiet more.
As I sit with my family, sufficiently full of healthy green salad and no-calorie water, I'm content because I know that I did the right thing for the right reasons. That halter dress is the next to go to Goodwill. That'll teach her to mock me.
Until tomorrow--Day 4....
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Anyway, the run tonight was tough. My treadmill only fits in one spot in our bedroom...looking directly into my closet. Talk about being mocked. I swear there was an old halter dress somewhere in there laughing at me.
What is it with women and their clothes? Is fitting into a old pair of jeans a good enough reason to motivate me to endure this kind of punishment? Around about minute 22 I was seriously doubting that anything would be motivation enough. Well, except maybe a big old bag of chocolate... Those elastic waist band pants weren't really that ugly, if you had a nice top to go with 'em...
Of course, it's been typical that in about the last few minutes of my workout my mind finally gets quiet, all my smart remarks and far out musings take a back seat to the effort needed to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and to breathe. I think that's when God takes a sigh of relief because He can finally get a word in edgewise.
As I stared at the closet full of clothes that didn't fit, God reminded me of something.
There's a saying that whatever is worth doing, is worth doing right. However, that saying is subject to my interpretation of what is worth doing.
God was telling me that whatever is right is worth doing. That's a big difference.The rightness or wrongness (is that a word?)of an action is determined by God, not me, and if it's right, then it's worth doing.
So fitting into the old jeans wasn't worth the effort. It wasn't sanctioned in the Word of God. However, rather than stopping and stuffing my chubby cheeks full of Reese's cups, I saw that the rightness of taking care of myself, as He commands, made it worth the effort. It was an epiphany. God sure can pack a lot of information in a few quiet minutes. I should be quiet more.
As I sit with my family, sufficiently full of healthy green salad and no-calorie water, I'm content because I know that I did the right thing for the right reasons. That halter dress is the next to go to Goodwill. That'll teach her to mock me.
Until tomorrow--Day 4....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Day 2--January 7th
The announcement came across the loudspeaker, "Due to the inclement weather, the office will be closing at 3:00 today. Drive carefully!"
Since 3:00 was my scheduled time to work out, my first reaction was, "Cool, I won't have to run today!"
Then my conscience spoke up, "Go now then." Silly conscience, always has an answer for everything..
Just as I determined I was going to go run at 2:00 instead, my friend who was going to work out with me called and asked if our meeting was cancelled since we were leaving early.
"No", I pouted. "How about 2:00 instead?"
"Great!" she answered. "See you then!"
Well, it seemed as if day two was going to happen so I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and headed over to the White house for another go at this Couch to 5K thing.
As I warmed up and began running, it seemed that having someone to talk to made the workout so much easier. I don't remember thinking, as I had the time before, that my calves were on fire and that the next morning they would find me in my bed, a victim of spontaneous combustion; the investigators report would read, "According to the burn patterns, the fire originated in the calf area." No sir-ee, not this time...my calves were feeling fine! No fire hose, forensic investigator, or CPR required.
That's when it began, a small bright white light with its slow spreading glow, whispered, "Hey, you can do this."
When I walked back to my desk, backpack over my shoulder, a co-worker passed me in the hall and asked if I was leaving for the day. With a puzzled look and voice filled with questions, I said, "No, I just got back from the White house."
I wasn't sure what had just happened over there, or why I was feeling good, but I knew, somehow, that this journey was going to be a good one. Despite the pain or hard work, in the end, it would bring more benefits than I was expecting.
As I drove home from work, surprisingly, I wanted to run again! "What is happening to me!?" I wondered. Just a taste of success, just a hint of hope, and I'm longing for it again so soon? Even though it's hard work and can bring pain or exhaustion?
That's when my newly oxygenated brain said, "Just like a small taste of Jesus, it is never enough, no matter the cost."
OH....so true. That silly Conscience was pretty smart sometimes. I apologized to Him for my earlier comment. He said it was ok, He gets that a lot. I like a Conscience with a thick skin.
Until Sunday....!
Since 3:00 was my scheduled time to work out, my first reaction was, "Cool, I won't have to run today!"
Then my conscience spoke up, "Go now then." Silly conscience, always has an answer for everything..
Just as I determined I was going to go run at 2:00 instead, my friend who was going to work out with me called and asked if our meeting was cancelled since we were leaving early.
"No", I pouted. "How about 2:00 instead?"
"Great!" she answered. "See you then!"
Well, it seemed as if day two was going to happen so I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and headed over to the White house for another go at this Couch to 5K thing.
As I warmed up and began running, it seemed that having someone to talk to made the workout so much easier. I don't remember thinking, as I had the time before, that my calves were on fire and that the next morning they would find me in my bed, a victim of spontaneous combustion; the investigators report would read, "According to the burn patterns, the fire originated in the calf area." No sir-ee, not this time...my calves were feeling fine! No fire hose, forensic investigator, or CPR required.
That's when it began, a small bright white light with its slow spreading glow, whispered, "Hey, you can do this."
When I walked back to my desk, backpack over my shoulder, a co-worker passed me in the hall and asked if I was leaving for the day. With a puzzled look and voice filled with questions, I said, "No, I just got back from the White house."
I wasn't sure what had just happened over there, or why I was feeling good, but I knew, somehow, that this journey was going to be a good one. Despite the pain or hard work, in the end, it would bring more benefits than I was expecting.
As I drove home from work, surprisingly, I wanted to run again! "What is happening to me!?" I wondered. Just a taste of success, just a hint of hope, and I'm longing for it again so soon? Even though it's hard work and can bring pain or exhaustion?
That's when my newly oxygenated brain said, "Just like a small taste of Jesus, it is never enough, no matter the cost."
OH....so true. That silly Conscience was pretty smart sometimes. I apologized to Him for my earlier comment. He said it was ok, He gets that a lot. I like a Conscience with a thick skin.
Until Sunday....!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Day 1--January 5th "I have lost my mind"
Somehow, a few weeks ago, my brain shorted out and I decided I'd like to run a 5K. Some of my friends were talking about running; some for health, some for fundraising, some in support of various groups or diseases. Their insanity must have splashed on me.
I used to run--a lot--but NEVER without a ball in play somewhere near me. However, since I turned about about 27, I would only run if someone was chasing me. (And even then I'd judge whether or not I could defend myself before choosing that last resort.)
Why I've decided to start running at age 38 is beyond me. I must have lost my mind--I think it's too many monthly wellness newsletters or glasses of water. I think Evelyn should check into it.
Whatever the reason, insanity or something else, today was my first day of training. At exactly 3:00 pm, I grabbed my backpack and headed over to the house of horrors, otherwise known as the White House, to torture myself for 30 long minutes on the treadmill.
Do you know how long 30 minutes is when you hate every second of what your doing? Let me assure you, it's a LONG time! I now know there are 376 slats in the blinds and how many window are on the building across the street. I've also figured out that Elijah must have been in good shape if he ran before Ahab back to the palace after he slaughtered all the false prophets. I never considered how strong one must be to take out 850 people, but as I pounded along on the treadmill, I figured he had to have some kind of stamina to stand that run! I'm convinced that the Bible translators got it wrong--instead of Jesus saying "take up your cross and follow me", I think He really said, "get on your treadmill and chase after me." Both are torture, only on the treadmill, you never get anywhere.
{{Sigh}}
Well, I just keep thinking that if I can keep this up, there has to be some good that comes from it. Maybe I'll get into the jeans I wore in my early 20's. High school jeans are too much to comprehend. Or, maybe I'll be able to shop for clothes in the misses section instead of the Mister's. Baby steps...
Whatever benefits might come, they better hurry before my mind returns.
Next training session--Thursday. Ugh, don't remind me....
I used to run--a lot--but NEVER without a ball in play somewhere near me. However, since I turned about about 27, I would only run if someone was chasing me. (And even then I'd judge whether or not I could defend myself before choosing that last resort.)
Why I've decided to start running at age 38 is beyond me. I must have lost my mind--I think it's too many monthly wellness newsletters or glasses of water. I think Evelyn should check into it.
Whatever the reason, insanity or something else, today was my first day of training. At exactly 3:00 pm, I grabbed my backpack and headed over to the house of horrors, otherwise known as the White House, to torture myself for 30 long minutes on the treadmill.
Do you know how long 30 minutes is when you hate every second of what your doing? Let me assure you, it's a LONG time! I now know there are 376 slats in the blinds and how many window are on the building across the street. I've also figured out that Elijah must have been in good shape if he ran before Ahab back to the palace after he slaughtered all the false prophets. I never considered how strong one must be to take out 850 people, but as I pounded along on the treadmill, I figured he had to have some kind of stamina to stand that run! I'm convinced that the Bible translators got it wrong--instead of Jesus saying "take up your cross and follow me", I think He really said, "get on your treadmill and chase after me." Both are torture, only on the treadmill, you never get anywhere.
{{Sigh}}
Well, I just keep thinking that if I can keep this up, there has to be some good that comes from it. Maybe I'll get into the jeans I wore in my early 20's. High school jeans are too much to comprehend. Or, maybe I'll be able to shop for clothes in the misses section instead of the Mister's. Baby steps...
Whatever benefits might come, they better hurry before my mind returns.
Next training session--Thursday. Ugh, don't remind me....
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