If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Yesterday was a cross training day at the gym. I did thirty minutes on the AMT and then I did what I will describe as “hell-for-abs.” I bought this app called iBootcamp and it kicked my arse (well, my abs.) As I am still paying for it today (ouch!) The workout really did feel great though and I enjoyed the gym more than usual (I always like people-watching; except for the cocky teenage boys who smell bad, I could do without them.)
This evening I had planned on an 8km this evening, but I only did 5km. Now, in my head, that is a bit of a fail. However, after the first 250m, I almost turned around. But I pushed myself to do another 250m, and then another and then another. Finally, I told myself if I did at least 5km I could call it a night. I didn’t want to quit because I didn’t have the energy, or the weather or not the right kind of music on my iPhone, I wanted to throw in the towel because I had the absolute worst pains in my shins. They were EXPLODING with pain. My right leg is still throbbing!
Despite being an absolutely beautiful evening, the entire run was awful. Just awful. The mosquitos are out already and I have bloody legs and arms. At any rate, I guess I will have to make up for missing the 8km but I am pretty proud of myself that I kept going even though every bit of me wanted to quit!
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
Today was probably originally supposed to be a rest day but I decided to go to the gym and hit the bike to change things up a bit. I’m not much of a bike fan but I was intrigued by X-Terra triathlon in Maui (which was on TV as I rode.) It really motivated me to get going, especially hearing the stories of the athletes who compete (the amateurs are just like anyone else). I felt like I should get my butt in gear and do a triathlon, but I really don’t know where to start (and I HATE cycling…) but I may like it more if I was outdoors, not at the Trico Centre!
At the end of it, I did 26.08 km, which works out to about 2:18 min/km. My legs are already sore, in case you were wondering. I am sure that’s nothing compared to some people who bike all the time, but I am just amazed I stayed on the dang thing that long!
Anyway, that’s it.
Hope everyone is having a fantastic long weekend!
p.s.: I saw this picture while looking up funny bike photos… and I choked on margarita.
“If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
On Thursday I did a 4 mile run with my son in the stroller at Fish Creek Park. I have concluded two things (1) I need a new stroller and (2) I need a new running bra. It was a tough run for the first few km. I started at the base of a really steep hill and was basically walking because it was faster. Felix was an awesome companion – he smiles and waved to people as he ate his “gold Bish” and sipped on apple juice. At one point he even put his feet up on the bars and looked quite comfortable. The temperature was really nice, with a good breeze. It wasn’t a terribly fast run (I can’t find the stats but I believe I was running a 6:35 min/km?) But I finished!
Today I ran my long run. I had planned to do 10 miles, but ended up doing 9.3. I was tired and left late today, so by the time I was nearing the end of my run it was warmer than I expected; I just couldn’t push myself any further. But it is a gorgeous day out there (much nicer than the rain we were supposed to get). I ran along the river to downtown, crossed one of the suspension bridges (scary as heck) and came back. I knew at the 8km mark that I was getting tired. I took a shot of gatorade and water and kept going. Again at 11km I took another shot and so on until I finished. There were many times I wanted to quit before getting back to the truck but I kept thinking of the line “lean in.” So I started repeating it to myself. I was getting discouraged by my time (I got down as slow as 7 min/km because I wasn’t pushing it) but I kept going. There were loads of people out today: dog walkers, roller bladers, bikers, runners – everyone was enjoying the heat and sun. There were loads of guys running without shirts on. I laughed to myself thinking how startled they would be if they met a chick running through the trail without a shirt on (sans bra)… I am sure they thought I was going nutty with dehydration (maybe I was?)
Anyway, I am super pleased to be done my run for the day. A tad disappointed it wasn’t as long as I had planned but proud of myself for finishing nonetheless.
Here are the stats:
The night before last I completed a set of speed training and tabatas. I completed 3 tabatas with 6 cycles (my arms are still sore today.) I attempted to get on the monkey bars and they are a LOT harder than I remember. A LOT HARDER. I feel like I am going to need those dorky gloves weight lifters use in order to get this done. Anyway, in the end I believe I ran a total of 2-2.5 km doing sprints of 100m and a lot of old basketball moves to get my legs stronger. But seriously, my arms are so sore.
Yesterday morning I was up at 5am, ate and then ran a 4 mile run in just under 40 minutes on the treadmill. You know how I detest treadmills so this was a real coup. I was sweating my little heart out. It felt good to be that productive so early. And then I headed off to the Goodlife Fitness Leadership Summit downtown where I saw AMAZING speakers. We heard from John Herdman, who is head coach for the Canada Women’s National Soccer team. He was so inspiring and his message was pretty simple: Be good. Be a good friend, a good mom, a good community member – just be good. Then we heard from Jane Riddell (COO, Goodlife) she told a funny story about an 80+ year old beating her in the last few hundred metres in an 8km run (I can relate.) We heard from a tech fella… then Todd Millar who shared his message from Boardroom to Base Camp… and we heard from Yvonne Camus, the Canadian gal who participated in Geo-Challenge Borneo. Her story was incredible. Her pictures were gross. But she had some ties to Cape Breton, so as soon as she was done I booted it over to meet her. (sidenote: and en route introduce myself to Jane Riddell to commiserate about being beaten by people double our age.)
As it turns out, Yvonne will be in Cape Breton speaking in October, so we traded notes about running and training on the Cabot Trail. We have both run French Mountain and although she says it’s one of the toughest runs she has ever done, I am pretty sure that a 500 km trek through Borneo would kick anyones ass.
The day was a very motivational one. The message I heard was that if you want to be successful, you can’t take shortcuts. Period. You must set your horizons on your goals and maintain true grit to achieve them.
Hope everyone is happy and healthy out there!
“It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.”
Today we started the day with the SportChek Mothers Day Run. It was a great run to participate in. Felix’s stay at the Children’s Hospital opened our eyes to just how fortunate we are to have a pretty healthy kid and as you may know, the funds from this run went to Sick Kids. My future mother-in-law (a.k.a. Dr Nana) and myself completed the 5km course. My goal was to at least beat my bib number (3524) and I did! I placed 233 out of 7083 [but actually 37/881 in my category]. It wasn’t my fastest 5km, but I was definitely pleased with it. My MIL and I were running together and being pushed and shoved all over the place by people; we both saw openings on opposite sides and went for it. Unfortunately, we lost each other. I crossed the finish line and figured she had completed it ahead of me, so called/texted and didn’t hear anything. Then we stumbled toward each other, got our picture taken as proof and came home to brunch on the back deck. I must interject to say that I was super pleased for a good friend who placed first in the 5km for MEN and WOMEN… she is a rockstar, way to go Sam!!
The rest of the day was spent reading the book, “Let’s pretend this never happened: a mostly true memoir” by Jenny Lawson I laughed until I cried! For anyone who just needs a good book to laugh at, this is definitely the one….[She finds a giant metal chicken at like a Winners or some such store and puts it on their doorstep, rings the bell & waits for her husband] He comes out, looks at it and shuts the door. “Then I yelled through his door, “It’s an anniversary gift for you, asshole. Two whole weeks early. FIFTEEN YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.” This part especially spoke to me because I’m fairly certain I would do the same thing to Patrick. Though I feel I would do it with some sort of water creature (he claims to be allergic to fish…) Maybe a giant lobster? He is also the type to shut the door. And pretend that it didn’t happen. Oh man, my stomach aches from laughing all day long.
Anyway, I also spent a good portion of the day being very grateful for my mother. For her patience with me as a stubborn kid (and adult) and her willingness to do whatever she can for her kids. I never really understood how you can have a screaming match with a kid, but in a split-second desperately want to jump in and do whatever you can for them when they’re sick or in danger (that is, until I had my own kid, now I get it.) “Thanks” to my mom and all the moms in my life who have helped me along the way…and to my mom-friends who have been so supportive over the last two’ish years and my non-mom friends who are just as supportive – love you guys!
And a good portion of the day was also spent reflecting on how lucky I’ve been to have such an incredible little person in my life. The little boy who forever changed me (for the better I think.) I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing little boy and so we (him and I) spent some time (and I mean a lot of time) viewing home videos of him from the last two years. There were tears and laughter at the silly stuff he/I have done to get a rise out of one another (e.g.: laughing trying to roll over; dancing to Pantera; skyping & FaceTime, getting ahold of cameras etc). It reminded me of how lucky I am to be a mom; how quickly time passes; how fast things can happen and change. He reminds me that the most important thing in life is to make the most of each day, because you can’t buy time back. Love you to the moon and back, Felix.
Happy Mothers Day to all the incredible moms out there. And to the dads who do the job of both.
This weekend is a busy one, so I decided to do my long run this morning so that I could get it out of the way. I got out the door just before 9 and hit the trail. It was really quiet and hardly a soul around. I came up behind this man (this is mean) but he totally gave me the creeps. I can’t really explain it, but he just didn’t fit in on the trail. I got myself kind of worked up, so I ran pretty fast after passing him (5:25 min/km)
There were some bikers, a few other runners and walkers, but other than that it was a pretty peaceful and quiet run. There were kayakers and lasers on the reservoir, which was neat to see. But I will say that Body Glide let me down. I have the worst chafe marks on the inside of my leg; they hurt. I had to stop several times to adjust my shorts. But the sun was shining, the temperature was great and the new songs I added to my playlist made me pretty well forget about my legs.
Here are todays stats:
Looking forward to a beautiful weekend!
Hope everyone is happy and healthy out there.
Today we got a later start than we expected for our run. We headed out really close to noon (dumb) when I had actually planned to hit the trail for 10 am, when it was much cooler. At any rate, we put our sunblock on, packed our water, treats and toys and off we went.
I was scheduled to run an easy 4 miles and I was thankful for that. The trail was pretty easy with just a few short hills. It was busy though! Lots of people out during their lunch hour (I assume) and making the best of an incredibly gorgeous day. Felix was awesome. Pointing things out, reading his book, eating treats and just enjoying the sunshine. I had lots of support on the trail. One lady was resting on roller blades and said “You go girl!” and I met a man further on who said, “It’s a good day mom. Way to go.” These little words of encouragement mean the absolute world when you are hitting the wall.
So I calculated the distance so that we would finish right by the park (about 1km from our truck) so that on our way back, we could stop and play for a bit. Well, that was a terrible mistake. After 30 minutes and well-passed lunch I tried to get my toddler out of there. He was not having it. I negotiated as best I could, but in the end I pulled the old football-under-arm trick and off we went. He screamed and screamed (fantastic). People stopped walking and running to comment (thank you) “Oh, someone isn’t enjoying the walk” … “oh yes, it’s hot out for everyone.” No. Ladies. He is pissed because he wasn’t finished on the slide. And I got a sunburn.
At any rate, he forgave me by the time we got back to the truck. Just before he asked if he could “nap.” It was a good day. We ran. Together. Love this kid.
Here are our stats: