NYCM Check In: 9 Weeks Out. It’s Been an Eye Opener!!

Real talk time, guys.

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I have just over two months till the New York City Marathon. An iconic marathon that I feel SO lucky I get to run this year. But to say I’ve been lazy and slacking is an understatement. I have given myself excuse after excuse to skip workouts, run less miles than planned, eat junk and be a quitter.

I am not ready for this race.

I ran a 5K (a 5K!) this weekend and yeah I was able to but it wasn’t a walk in the park. If it’s that hard for me to run 3 miles, how am I going to do 26? But I have 2 months to get ready.  To focus and crack down. It won’t be pretty. It won’t be easy.  But it’s possible and I CAN do it!!

So here’s where I’m at.

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Current weight: 161.4

  • This pic was me today at the gym. I do want to slim down for a myriad of reasons but #1 is because the less weight I have to carry, the easier it is to move it for 26.2 miles. I’m not going to be really focused on the number on the scale but I’d like to get it back down to what it used to be. I’m hoping for 10lbs gone by Nov. 5th but again, I’m not going to do anything crazy just to see a number.

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My huffing it pace: 11:10

  • This was my average pace for my last 5K. And to be honest, I could not keep this up for another 10 miles, let alone another 23.

I’m eating like an idiot

  • There’s no other way to say it. I’ve only just started following VB6, and I really like it! I want to keep it up at least till marathon day. I really think I feel better overall when I’m eating this way. But there’s still a lot to learn that goes with it (like how to not just eat ALL the carbs!) Time to go back to tracking my food/macros!

 

 

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Phoenix Half Marathan Race Recap: Well that didn’t go as planned.

Did I tell you guys I got sick again? ‘

My grandfather died a couple weeks ago, so my dad, brother and I drove to California for the funeral and both men were coughing and sneezing and generally gross. My brother said it was allergies and my dad… I can’t remember but I was stuck around them for a long time and my grandfather’s house where we stayed is as close to shambles as I can say without being too disrespectful. Anyway, I came home with a nasty cold that is lingering and I was furious that I was running another half marathon while sick. (This was my third time.)

I thought I could power through and after all the races I missed last November & December from my sprained ankle, I did not want to miss another race (that I paid for!) At the starting line of this race, I talked with a few people that were also running on injuries and how we runners just won’t give up and want to race no matter what! That’s the kind of people we are.

So Friday, I’m literally driving to the expo, when I get a text from the dude I was dating ending things completely. I called him and we had a very horrible/mean/heartbreaking conversation. As I was driving to the damn expo! So I literally walked in, picked up my packet and left. I didn’t even stay and grab a shirt. Just got my bib and walked out.

I was so upset all day, I didn’t eat anything. Not a smart decision before a half but I couldn’t even think about food.  I went to bed early but woke up at 1 am and my mind was spinning so I couldn’t go back to sleep. I just laid in bed till 3:00 came and it was time to get ready. I did eat some oatmeal and brought a banana to eat at the start.

The start line was FREEZING. We were huddled around heat lamps but they were the tall kind so the tops of our heads were all that could feel any heat and that was only when the wind wasn’t blowing. We stood out there for about 1.5 hours and the whole time I kept thinking about how I should just go home. I shouldn’t run. I was in no position. My heads not in the game. I didn’t eat enough or drink any water yesterday. My body is sick. I shouldn’t be here!

But I came all this way and paid all this money so I ran. The first two miles, my feet were literally numb from the cold. By mile 3 they defrosted but now I was running on pins and needles. My race plan was to start off slow and pick up the pace at mile 4 but by the time it was mile 4 I was exhausted, upset and so disheartened by the whole weekend I just couldn’t go any faster. Already.

By mile 5 I just started to walk. I pretty much gave up. Around mile 8, by BFF AL texted me good luck. With schedules and stuff, I haven’t seen AL for about a month and I didn’t remind him that I was doing this so in my emotional state and knowing he remembered and cared, it literally made me burst into tears. I must’ve liked a crazy person crying on the course. I texted him back that I just couldn’t keep going and he gave me a little encouragement and he always listens to me complain. I walked so so much of the course but I kept moving forward despite how badly I wanted to stop and how many times I texted AL to come pick me up.

I crossed the finish line after just under 3 hours. It’s the worst I’ve done since my very first half marathon (2012. that I was ALSO sick for!) and I was not very proud of myself for it. I texted my sister “I’m never running again!” but of course I already have future races on the books. Lol

This was definitely a learning experience but a painful one. The rest of the weekend, I just stayed in bed and “zipped up the sleeping bag 0f myself.” (-extremely loud and incredibly close)

 

 

 

The Trifecta of Weight Gain

I am injured, stressed and heartbroken. The trifecta of weight gain…

This past week has been a rough one. I’m officially giving up on this idea of running the Turkey Trot this year. I thought my ankle was getting better and I think I pushed it too far yesterday, because today I am hobbling! Better to skip a 10K and heal completely than risk further damage. Now I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the 12K of Christmas on 12/10!

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braced and bruised!

I was able to see the chiropractor who, if you live in the Phoenix Valley, I adore her and definitely recommend. I got whiplash in the accident and she could feel the inflammation in my shoulders. I’ll have to go back 2-3 more times she thinks but she was so beyond helpful with insurance and everything. The ‘paperwork’ of all this post- accident stuff has been a hassle to say the least! Stress, stress, stress. But I’m making baby steps. I have had an amazing support system of family and friends that I cannot thank enough! So during this season of gratitude, I am ever thankful for them.

Then there’s the heartbreak. I know, again… This time was ugly and unexpected! Dating is so hard, you guys. So in between phone calls to insurance and icing my ankle, I’ve been checking my phone for texts that will never come and crying.

And then I eat.

I’ve been eating everything I shouldn’t! Falling into old (bad) habits. Grabbing fast food and take out because I really have been busy and want comfort food. Going too long between eating while I’m running around doing all these errands and then coming home and eating my way through my entire kitchen. Too tired to cook. Too sad to get up and be productive. Stressed out. Can’t stand for too long (let alone work out and at least burn off some of these calories!) And most of all, punishing myself with food.

And the holidays are here! It’s hard for everyone not to gain over the holidays. Temptations and treats are more than abundant.

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I recognize what I am doing. I know that each one of these factors, injury/stress/sadness are battles I need to fight for the sake of my health but when it’s 3 against one, I have been waving the white flag more often than I should.

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Now is the time to be strong. To stand up to myself. To stand up FOR myself. Eating isn’t going to solve my problem; eating unhealthy will create more problems. It’s not going to be easy. I’m not going to be perfect. But I cannot give up on myself.