I went to Idaho with just Addison after my 5 miler on Saturday and was not, due to my stupid back, able to run again until today. But I decided since it was still in the 60's outside that I would take Addison in her stroller and run 3 miles of what we did Saturday. I didn't even make it close up that hill. First off, my husband must be the strongest man ever because that freaking stroller is like 50 pounds with Addison in it (okay, maybe 30, but still). And then to run with it, FORGET ABOUT IT! I have done it on a flatter course and it was a workout then, but up the hill? Um, no. I was able to run a for part of the mile, but nothing uphill for sure. And after the second lap, I went to the workout room and walked the third mile, on a 9 incline, because I obviously need to get better on the hills! And lucky for me, Addison sat happily in her stroller watching The Price Is Right while I did it.
Today also starts the day that I quit Weight Watchers and start a runners diet. While lots of people have lost weight on WW, I haven't in months. AND, I feel like it penalizes you for eating good food and forces you to make bad decisions. For instance, a serving of brown rice is 5 points. A serving of white rice is 5 points. The white rice is basically poison. It raises your insulin levels and makes you crave sugar. Brown rice is full of fiber and amino acids your body needs. Yet, I feel like you are penalized for eating it. Same with high fiber whole wheat bread. It is the same value as white bread, which does the same thing as white rice. And, the diet says you can drink diet soda, which is devil liquid. It also makes you crave sugar. And when you drink it, it makes fruits and veggies taste bad, so you eat more of them. Oh, and using sugar substitutes confuses the body on how to digest real sugar, so your body stores it as fat faster. And if that weren't enough, then there is this...http://news.menshealth.com/diet-soda-heart-disease/2012/02/08/. Still, WW has been known to teach people to eat cake made of diet soda, that diet soda is 0 points, and therefor drink up, and on and on. Those are just a few of the reasons I had to stop. I felt punished for eating real, healthy food my body needs as a runner. I need healthy carbs.
So Mark and I have made the switch. I found after lots of research a 7 day meal plan that would give us about 1800 calories (which I think I still need since I am still nursing and you do need some more when you are running at least an hour 4 times a week). We can always adjust and skip a snack or something, but the plan looks great so far. AND, it is all natural food! Nothing processed. And THAT is AWESOME! I have been growing more and more granola crunch as I age, and I guess eating a whole food diet was just the next step. And since I went to Idaho, I was able to raid my parents garden and bring back some awesome veggies to help us. Like is great.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Oh Rocky, You Make It Look TOO Easy
Saturday marked my first run outside since we moved. We checked it out on a route planner and realized that running around the Ogden Weber Tech campus equaled a mile. So Saturday Mark and I set out with Addison's cumbersome stroller (we are still in the market for a jogger that isn't a piece of crap) to do our 5 miles. However, the first third of the mile was a hill. A long, long hill. While most of the run is either downhill or flat, there is that long hill. And we had to conquer it 5 times.
The first mile was good. I realized that running on my flat treadmill was not enough to prepare me for the course I would be running in Vegas. Then, the second trip up the hill killed me. I ended up getting all the way up the hill then having to walk a bit to recover before running again. The third time? FORGET ABOUT IT! I was dying, but told myself that it didn't matter if I walked AFTER I finished the hill, I just had to finish it. And so that is how the rest of the miles went. Run the hill. Walk the next fourth of a mile or so. Run down the other side. Prepare for the hill, and run again.
The way that run actually went and how I pictured it were completely different. This is how I start my runs, at least in my head...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NubH5BDOaD8. This is what I probably really look like, but in much slower motion...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5bXbJitRZg. The ending is totally me. But hey, what can you do?
The first mile was good. I realized that running on my flat treadmill was not enough to prepare me for the course I would be running in Vegas. Then, the second trip up the hill killed me. I ended up getting all the way up the hill then having to walk a bit to recover before running again. The third time? FORGET ABOUT IT! I was dying, but told myself that it didn't matter if I walked AFTER I finished the hill, I just had to finish it. And so that is how the rest of the miles went. Run the hill. Walk the next fourth of a mile or so. Run down the other side. Prepare for the hill, and run again.
The way that run actually went and how I pictured it were completely different. This is how I start my runs, at least in my head...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NubH5BDOaD8. This is what I probably really look like, but in much slower motion...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5bXbJitRZg. The ending is totally me. But hey, what can you do?
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The Running Bug and Other Things I Just Realized...
I guess I have never told my whole running story. Sure, I have told you about Isabel and what motivates me to run a half marathon, but I don't think I have ever told anyone my full running story. The truth is, I am still trying to figure that out, but here is what I have so far.
Five years ago, my mom had a heart attack and went into cardiac arrest and had a stroke the day after my wedding. She was being pronounced dead at my parents house with my father and sister watching when they found a heart beat. Not a beating heart, just a single heart beat. The medical team that rushed to our house then rushed her to the hospital where my mother had a stint put in and was in a coma for 3 long days. During that time we didn't know if she would live. And if she did live, we were told that she would probably have an impaired life due to the stroke, which they still weren't sure how serious it was until she woke up. Then on day 3, my mom awoke from her coma, dazed, but alive and fully functioning. We brought her home from the hospital with in that week and 5 years later she is doing pretty good, for a woman that died!
While she was in the ICU, her Cardiologist warned my siblings and I that we now had a high risk of heart attack and that we should do everything in our power to stay healthy. And that scared me, for about 6 months. Then the life of being a full time student, part time employee, and wife took over and I didn't think much about what I was doing to myself. Then Mark and I decided to have a baby. And we waited and waited and waited. Finally, 15 months later a doctor decided I should be fertility tested. They ultrasound me and did blood tests only to find...nothing they could diagnose as one thing or another. Yeah, my hormones looked like I might have PCOS, except I didn't have high enough testosterone levels or cysts. My periods, when they did come, might signal endometriosis, but I also didn't have that. In the end, they could see I has hormone problems that lead to my infertility, but couldn't give those problems a name. So two months after my first doctor's appointment, I was put on Clomid, a fertility drug. Mid cycle they did some testing and decided I didn't respond at all to the drugs. I knew I had, but the hormone tests said I didn't. But I stood my ground and was told to come in at day 30 for more tests. Day 30 came and they gave me a urine pregnancy test. That came up negative. My doctor assured my I didn't ovulate and that I should start the progesterone to start the next cycle, this time on stronger drugs. I went home crushed. And cried. And knew deep down they were wrong. The very next day I was walking home from my evening class and I knew something was up. I was tired and didn't feel right. But, after the day before, there was no way I was going to take another pregnancy test. Still, by the time I got home, that nagging voice in my head convinced me to take one more test then start the drugs again. So I did. And it was positive. My doctor, not believing me, sent me to a blood test. Yep, still pregnant. And I remained pregnant until Isabel was born 35 weeks later.
Five years ago, my mom had a heart attack and went into cardiac arrest and had a stroke the day after my wedding. She was being pronounced dead at my parents house with my father and sister watching when they found a heart beat. Not a beating heart, just a single heart beat. The medical team that rushed to our house then rushed her to the hospital where my mother had a stint put in and was in a coma for 3 long days. During that time we didn't know if she would live. And if she did live, we were told that she would probably have an impaired life due to the stroke, which they still weren't sure how serious it was until she woke up. Then on day 3, my mom awoke from her coma, dazed, but alive and fully functioning. We brought her home from the hospital with in that week and 5 years later she is doing pretty good, for a woman that died!
While she was in the ICU, her Cardiologist warned my siblings and I that we now had a high risk of heart attack and that we should do everything in our power to stay healthy. And that scared me, for about 6 months. Then the life of being a full time student, part time employee, and wife took over and I didn't think much about what I was doing to myself. Then Mark and I decided to have a baby. And we waited and waited and waited. Finally, 15 months later a doctor decided I should be fertility tested. They ultrasound me and did blood tests only to find...nothing they could diagnose as one thing or another. Yeah, my hormones looked like I might have PCOS, except I didn't have high enough testosterone levels or cysts. My periods, when they did come, might signal endometriosis, but I also didn't have that. In the end, they could see I has hormone problems that lead to my infertility, but couldn't give those problems a name. So two months after my first doctor's appointment, I was put on Clomid, a fertility drug. Mid cycle they did some testing and decided I didn't respond at all to the drugs. I knew I had, but the hormone tests said I didn't. But I stood my ground and was told to come in at day 30 for more tests. Day 30 came and they gave me a urine pregnancy test. That came up negative. My doctor assured my I didn't ovulate and that I should start the progesterone to start the next cycle, this time on stronger drugs. I went home crushed. And cried. And knew deep down they were wrong. The very next day I was walking home from my evening class and I knew something was up. I was tired and didn't feel right. But, after the day before, there was no way I was going to take another pregnancy test. Still, by the time I got home, that nagging voice in my head convinced me to take one more test then start the drugs again. So I did. And it was positive. My doctor, not believing me, sent me to a blood test. Yep, still pregnant. And I remained pregnant until Isabel was born 35 weeks later.
Then the third ah ha moment came when I was pregnant with Addison (which I needed no fertility drugs to get!). I had a horrible pregnancy with Addison. I produced too much relaxin and developed Symphysis Pubic Dysfunction, or SPD. SPD left me unable to walk much or lay on the bed or stand too long or anything without EXTREME pain. I had to sleep in our recliner and was basically on bed rest from 20 weeks on. Then they were never quite sure if Addison was really healthy, until she was born. So that lead to 38 weeks of sure terror. It was hard to get to excited about her arrival when we weren't sure if she was even going to come home with us. They decided that she for sure didn't have Anencephaly, but couldn't rule out Hyrodcyphaly for sure until she was born. Then I had a doctor that cried wolf and insisted, due to my huge weight gain this pregnancy, that I must have diabetes, which I didn't, or needed a c-section, which I didn't. Oh, and if all this wasn't enough, I then got high blood pressure the last week of my pregnancy. By the time I came to the hospital in labor, my blood pressure was like 160/110 or something like that. Which would explain the unstoppable headache I had.
All of this together made me realize that I had to do something so I would never be in that position again. And while it took us a year to actually start a real running program, I can say that I have treated myself better than I ever have in my life. And now I love that my body is capable of running. That I can go run for an hour. I love this and crave it. I think all the time about the training tips I read and about how my next run will be. It is a marvelous change. And even weirder, I have the running bug. I used to tease my running friends about it, but trust me, it is great. And I hope that this lifestyle change can prevent myself from a heart attack, or more infertility, or another high risk pregnancy of my own body's making.
All of this together made me realize that I had to do something so I would never be in that position again. And while it took us a year to actually start a real running program, I can say that I have treated myself better than I ever have in my life. And now I love that my body is capable of running. That I can go run for an hour. I love this and crave it. I think all the time about the training tips I read and about how my next run will be. It is a marvelous change. And even weirder, I have the running bug. I used to tease my running friends about it, but trust me, it is great. And I hope that this lifestyle change can prevent myself from a heart attack, or more infertility, or another high risk pregnancy of my own body's making.
Monday, July 9, 2012
The 6AM Run
If you know me, you know I am not a morning person. I am a total night owl and I don't believe anything should happen before 9AM, minus ultrasounds. I can manage to get to my pregnancy ultrasounds that early without complaint because they are worth getting up that early for. Oh, and so is flying. And debate tournaments. But I digress.
Because of yet another heat wave I have decided not to put off my runs until Mark gets off of work because even my indoor runs are unbearable that in the afternoon heat. And after my heat exhaustion I decided I needed to not do that again. So this week I am going to have to go running before Mark leaves for work at 7:30AM (Mark IS a morning person. Yeah, a Vegas trip is interesting with us. I could party all night and he can't. But he is ready to go at 8AM). Thus, I had to get going at 6AM to have my 3 miles in in time. Addison got me up 10 minutes before my alarm goes off, just like she usually does Daddy. So after a quick nurse, I got up and ate before heading to the treadmill. I had decided before I fell asleep last night that I needed to do some sprinting work in order to get faster. Lets face it, I don't have time with Addison to have 3+ hour runs when I get up to 10-13 mile runs, so I better start getting faster now. So the plan, finish every mile with a 30 second sprint. The run went really well. I actually got 4 really good sprints in, the last one lasting a minute. And instead of running at 3.8, I was able to run at 4.0. with 5.0-6.0 sprints. YAY! PROGRESS!
And while I was able to finish 3 miles in under 45 minutes (it's a record), I was not able to escape my after run headache. I know it is because I tense up while running, and I am working on it, but I obviously still have some work to do. But I am still quite happy with my run today and can't wait to get in my remaining 12 miles this week.
Oh, and I figured out my first 13.1 dry run will be on September 8, so Mark and I are trying to figure out what would be a good reward for reaching our goal then. I am thinking a Salt Lake date, but we'll see.
Because of yet another heat wave I have decided not to put off my runs until Mark gets off of work because even my indoor runs are unbearable that in the afternoon heat. And after my heat exhaustion I decided I needed to not do that again. So this week I am going to have to go running before Mark leaves for work at 7:30AM (Mark IS a morning person. Yeah, a Vegas trip is interesting with us. I could party all night and he can't. But he is ready to go at 8AM). Thus, I had to get going at 6AM to have my 3 miles in in time. Addison got me up 10 minutes before my alarm goes off, just like she usually does Daddy. So after a quick nurse, I got up and ate before heading to the treadmill. I had decided before I fell asleep last night that I needed to do some sprinting work in order to get faster. Lets face it, I don't have time with Addison to have 3+ hour runs when I get up to 10-13 mile runs, so I better start getting faster now. So the plan, finish every mile with a 30 second sprint. The run went really well. I actually got 4 really good sprints in, the last one lasting a minute. And instead of running at 3.8, I was able to run at 4.0. with 5.0-6.0 sprints. YAY! PROGRESS!
And while I was able to finish 3 miles in under 45 minutes (it's a record), I was not able to escape my after run headache. I know it is because I tense up while running, and I am working on it, but I obviously still have some work to do. But I am still quite happy with my run today and can't wait to get in my remaining 12 miles this week.
Oh, and I figured out my first 13.1 dry run will be on September 8, so Mark and I are trying to figure out what would be a good reward for reaching our goal then. I am thinking a Salt Lake date, but we'll see.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
A Whole Lotta Stuff Going On
Yesterday was awesome. To start out with, Mark and I got to get up extra early, before the sun was even up, to go to West Bountiful to volunteer for a half marathon a friend of ours, Josh, hosted to support cancer research. Mark and I, along with Addison and Ryan Copeland, were the relief station at the halfway mark. To read more about the half marathon or my friend Josh's weight loss and running journey's, read his awesome blog at http://www.phatjosh.com/.
While at the marathon, I think Mark and I decided that we might want to move to the Centerville/Bountiful area. We are not that happy here in Ogden. We don't feel safe and the whole town seems very run down and unsavory. We have 2 bars a block from our house and a porn shop about 2 miles from us (right by a softball park for kids). There are topless bars here and bunches and bunches of questionable people. I don't feel safe running outside by myself and worry about Mark when he goes. I guess the culture shock of moving from Orem to Ogden hasn't worn off at all.
Also, I have been thinking a lot about Isabel lately. I recently learned of another couple that is carrying to term a baby with a fatal birth defect and it brought up a lot of stuff for me. July 29 is the anniversary of when we found out Isabel had Anencephaly, so that is coming up fast for me. It not only marks the day we found out she was sick, but it also marks the end of the days I would like to call my "innocent pregnancy" days. You know, you go into a pregnancy saying you hope the baby is healthy, but secretly you know nothing will ever go wrong for you because that happens to other people. So, instead you worry about what sex the baby is and what it will look like. But July 29, 2009 marked the end of that forever for me. Instead, now I have to worry about things like Anencephaly, Hydrocephaly, Exocephaly, all the Trisomys, but especially 13 and 18 (since we don't know if Isabel's condition was really Anencephaly or a Trisomy that presented that way), and miscarriage ( I had one of those with Addison's twin). And that is just the stuff I know I am likely to have!
But I also think a lot about Isabel's life. She was willing to accept a body that was so imperfect (blind and deaf and a brain that was mostly unformed) and live such a hard life with seizures and pain. And even though she was still born, she held on until the very end and had what had to have been a painful death, passing while I was pushing. How strong of a spirit must she have had to accept such a fate? And how strong must Heavenly Father think I am to accept that for her? I know with every fiber of my being that we did what we could for her and that we were guided in our decision making to do what she needed, but sometimes knowing how horrible her physical pain and limitations had to have been makes me mad and sad and questioning how this could happen. I can still remember the "knowing" time of my pregnancy, like it was yesterday. How I couldn't bring myself to do more when I got home than to sit on the sofa, watching tv and playing on Facebook. Seriously, that is about all I did when I wasn't at school or work. I never cleaned my house (Hoarders almost could have had a great show here!), I ate only stuff that I didn't have to cook, which meant a whole lot of fruit cups and sunflower seeds. Mark was taking 16 credits and working 45+ hours, 6 days a week. We saw each other when he got home after midnight and before he went to school at 8am. Our family and most of our friends lived 8+ hours away. My whole time was spent, just Isabel and I.
While at the marathon, I think Mark and I decided that we might want to move to the Centerville/Bountiful area. We are not that happy here in Ogden. We don't feel safe and the whole town seems very run down and unsavory. We have 2 bars a block from our house and a porn shop about 2 miles from us (right by a softball park for kids). There are topless bars here and bunches and bunches of questionable people. I don't feel safe running outside by myself and worry about Mark when he goes. I guess the culture shock of moving from Orem to Ogden hasn't worn off at all.
Also, I have been thinking a lot about Isabel lately. I recently learned of another couple that is carrying to term a baby with a fatal birth defect and it brought up a lot of stuff for me. July 29 is the anniversary of when we found out Isabel had Anencephaly, so that is coming up fast for me. It not only marks the day we found out she was sick, but it also marks the end of the days I would like to call my "innocent pregnancy" days. You know, you go into a pregnancy saying you hope the baby is healthy, but secretly you know nothing will ever go wrong for you because that happens to other people. So, instead you worry about what sex the baby is and what it will look like. But July 29, 2009 marked the end of that forever for me. Instead, now I have to worry about things like Anencephaly, Hydrocephaly, Exocephaly, all the Trisomys, but especially 13 and 18 (since we don't know if Isabel's condition was really Anencephaly or a Trisomy that presented that way), and miscarriage ( I had one of those with Addison's twin). And that is just the stuff I know I am likely to have!
But I also think a lot about Isabel's life. She was willing to accept a body that was so imperfect (blind and deaf and a brain that was mostly unformed) and live such a hard life with seizures and pain. And even though she was still born, she held on until the very end and had what had to have been a painful death, passing while I was pushing. How strong of a spirit must she have had to accept such a fate? And how strong must Heavenly Father think I am to accept that for her? I know with every fiber of my being that we did what we could for her and that we were guided in our decision making to do what she needed, but sometimes knowing how horrible her physical pain and limitations had to have been makes me mad and sad and questioning how this could happen. I can still remember the "knowing" time of my pregnancy, like it was yesterday. How I couldn't bring myself to do more when I got home than to sit on the sofa, watching tv and playing on Facebook. Seriously, that is about all I did when I wasn't at school or work. I never cleaned my house (Hoarders almost could have had a great show here!), I ate only stuff that I didn't have to cook, which meant a whole lot of fruit cups and sunflower seeds. Mark was taking 16 credits and working 45+ hours, 6 days a week. We saw each other when he got home after midnight and before he went to school at 8am. Our family and most of our friends lived 8+ hours away. My whole time was spent, just Isabel and I.
I sometimes get so mad that she wasn't born alive because I truly feel like I was the only one that knew her. I was the only one that knew she liked it when you rubbed on her wayward knee or elbow. I was the only one that knew her love of Butterfingers and Root Beer (two things I didn't like until I was 6 months pregnant). No one but me got to really know her. And that is really hard to deal with. That is why I run. I run because I never what this to happen again. I run because I think she always thought I am a better person than I think I am. I run because I know she knows I can do it, even I don't think I can. To read more about my pregnancy with Isabel, visit my other blog, http://gabicafamily.blogspot.com/.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Running, running. Fun! Fun! Fun! Meant to do 3, but did a 4 mile run!
As you can tell by the title, it was a GREAT running day. I was in an awesome mood because dinner was in the pot, ready for me when I got home, it had rained, and Addison and I had a wonderful day together. I hoped that would translate over to my run. And when I first got on the treadmill, I got worried because the first half mile was a killer. I am still trying to figure out my pace, so that took a while. And my hips still hurt from the last 3 miler I did, making it painful almost when I started. But then I figured out the right speed (3.8. Yes, I am that fat and slow!) and BAM!, running got easy. Almost like I was born to run!
Things were going great. At 1 1/2 miles I started toying with the idea of going for 4 miles. I was feeling good, I was breathing out my nose for the most part, and my hips were feeling great. Then 3 miles came and a fit couple came to the workout room and started running on 7.0! 7/0, really?! I knew I had to go to 4 miles then or else they would think I was ridiculous keeping the same stride they were at 3.8 without going 4 miles. And it was going great, UNTIL the treadmill went into cool down mode because I had been on it an hour. With .22 miles to go until my 4th complete mile, and only 5 minutes of "cool down" time left on my timer before my miles disappeared off the display forever, I decided to turn it up. 4.5 wasn't adding the miles up fast enough, neither was 5.0, 5.3, or 5.5. Then with just .9 miles to go and 1 minute left, I was forced to run at a 6. But alas, I ended up being .3 short when the minute ran up. So, I turned the treadmill back up to 6 and ran the .3 I was short and did a cool down. I thought they would think I was lazy or crazy, but instead when I got done the lady was impressed I ran it into cool down mode! HOW ABOUT THAT?!?! Looking back, it was amazing! If you would have told me even 2 months ago I could run that long I would have laughed at you. Run a hour straight? That is for crazy people. But I did it. And I did it and sprinted my butt off at the end.
Things were going great. At 1 1/2 miles I started toying with the idea of going for 4 miles. I was feeling good, I was breathing out my nose for the most part, and my hips were feeling great. Then 3 miles came and a fit couple came to the workout room and started running on 7.0! 7/0, really?! I knew I had to go to 4 miles then or else they would think I was ridiculous keeping the same stride they were at 3.8 without going 4 miles. And it was going great, UNTIL the treadmill went into cool down mode because I had been on it an hour. With .22 miles to go until my 4th complete mile, and only 5 minutes of "cool down" time left on my timer before my miles disappeared off the display forever, I decided to turn it up. 4.5 wasn't adding the miles up fast enough, neither was 5.0, 5.3, or 5.5. Then with just .9 miles to go and 1 minute left, I was forced to run at a 6. But alas, I ended up being .3 short when the minute ran up. So, I turned the treadmill back up to 6 and ran the .3 I was short and did a cool down. I thought they would think I was lazy or crazy, but instead when I got done the lady was impressed I ran it into cool down mode! HOW ABOUT THAT?!?! Looking back, it was amazing! If you would have told me even 2 months ago I could run that long I would have laughed at you. Run a hour straight? That is for crazy people. But I did it. And I did it and sprinted my butt off at the end.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
3 Miles!
I'm back. Back in the running groove! I just got 3 miles in. And while there had to be lots of "you can do it" and "you got this" talk to myself, I am glad I did it. This is officially my 2nd 3 mile EVER. I wanted to be up to 4 miles regularly by now, but you have to bask in the victories when they happen.
Also, I have a question to all my running friends out there. When you run, have you ever felt a ton of pressure in your head? Like you head is full on cement and in a vice. I now have a heck of a headache. Why? Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Also, I have a question to all my running friends out there. When you run, have you ever felt a ton of pressure in your head? Like you head is full on cement and in a vice. I now have a heck of a headache. Why? Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
We Are Moved. Time for RUNNING!
The move has happened. We are still unpacking, but at least we have a place to call home again. The move went smoothly, mostly. Mark and I sure did see the benefits of all of our running while moving out of our second floor apartment and again while bringing our stuff up to our third floor apartment. However, there has been a horrible heat wave here and between the move, the heat, and not having a key to the fitness room until yesterday, we haven't ran in 3 weeks! YIKES!!!! I just counted on my fingers and we are T-5 months until the half marathon. Time to get going!
So now that I have an access key to the fitness room (And none too soon either, for a brush fire erupted this morning a couple of miles from us and the whole area is smokey!) tonight I am going running again. It will be good to get started again and hopefully the few pounds I have gained during the move will melt right off and I can keep going in the right direction. We are planning on hitting the running path at McKay-Dee Hospital for our long runs, but for the 3 and 4 mile runs, it looks like I am treadmill bound until it gets cooler. The few times I have tried running in the heat made me ill and I got a horrible headache, even while fully hydrated. So, instead of getting sick, I am opting for a nice run in air conditioning.
I do have to admit, not running has helped my head a little. I was getting more and more terrified about the task before me and actually doing this, but I feel a lot better about it now. I read this article recently in my Real Simple and it really has changed my life. http://www.realsimple.com/work-life/life-strategies/inspiration-motivation/runners-00100000081909/index.html I guess if they can overcome their fears, as hard as they were, I need to too. It really changed how I view my runs. I hope you can find the wisdom in the article I did.
So now that I have an access key to the fitness room (And none too soon either, for a brush fire erupted this morning a couple of miles from us and the whole area is smokey!) tonight I am going running again. It will be good to get started again and hopefully the few pounds I have gained during the move will melt right off and I can keep going in the right direction. We are planning on hitting the running path at McKay-Dee Hospital for our long runs, but for the 3 and 4 mile runs, it looks like I am treadmill bound until it gets cooler. The few times I have tried running in the heat made me ill and I got a horrible headache, even while fully hydrated. So, instead of getting sick, I am opting for a nice run in air conditioning.
I do have to admit, not running has helped my head a little. I was getting more and more terrified about the task before me and actually doing this, but I feel a lot better about it now. I read this article recently in my Real Simple and it really has changed my life. http://www.realsimple.com/work-life/life-strategies/inspiration-motivation/runners-00100000081909/index.html I guess if they can overcome their fears, as hard as they were, I need to too. It really changed how I view my runs. I hope you can find the wisdom in the article I did.
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