Friday, July 3, 2015

Friday to a half

It is finally Friday. I love Friday’s.  But Friday afternoons are the worst. They are the worst because for me anyway they just drag on and on and on.  Nothing like the expectation or excitement of being off for the weekend.  Kind of makes hours 2 PM – 5 PM a real bear.  Anyway, it’s Friday!!! Yippee Skippy and a whole lot of other fun things.

I’m going to back up for a second and say last night I didn’t want to go to the gym.  Of course.  But it wasn’t awful.   I was going to take boot camp class and once that little bit of torture was done I was pretty much free to just call it a night.  That was my plan. Day 6 in a row my friends and any effort is better than no effort.  They can’t all be crazy amazing ones you know.  So here’s the run down from last night.

I also really figured out why I love making these little collages. It’s because it lets out my inner designer girl whose been missing for a while and doesn’t get far enough opportunity to be creative so putting these little pics together allows me a tiny amount of design fun.  Anyway, I got to the gym, did a 1 mile warm up run and then headed into class.

The workout plan was written on the mirror as you might be able to slightly see in this photograph. It was this:
30 battle rope swings
40 ball slams
20 box jumps
20 bosu ball crunches
50 mountain climbers on sliders
30 bicycle crunches
20 jump lunges
20 squats with a hammer curl
80 jumping jacks

The plan was supposed to be get thru a minimum of 3 rounds of these exercises in the allotted time. At first I was like yeah right.  But turned out that if you keep moving and keep your heart rate up that this was quite do-able.  I ended up doing 5 entire rounds of everything.  I was actually feeling pretty good and sweaty.  And the final result was a 435 calorie burn.  Not the best thing I’ve ever done but for a day 6 I am fully going to take it.  On a couple reps I substituted shoulder presses for the hammer curls because honestly my biceps are in so freaking much pain right now that I can’t even stand it.  STILL. From Tuesday. I think it’s equivalent to you can use your muscles over and over but unless you are consistently like frying them out to this level every time you put in an exceptionally hard workout they get REALLY agitated and it takes them an unusually long time to recover.  The only time I ever feel this level of bicep pain is with Amanda. No one else can seem to force me to lift heavy enough for enough reps to get them this enflamed. They HURT.  I sure hope at some point the pain subsides a bit. I mean, realistically I know it will but right now, just wow.

Anyway, hmm…. What else…. I took this photo yesterday.

Yeah, I’m a picture whore. Oh well. Guess there are worse things. Actually, I wish I had taken more photos throughout my entire journey. I wish I actually had more fat photos. That’s sad but true. We actually never really have enough you know.  Because I hated the camera and wanted to avoid it at all costs and now I desperately search for those photos as some sort of proof of the existence I used to live.  I even wish I had documented more photos of myself when I had lost the weight but before I started strength training.  As lame as it sounds I wish I had photos of me flexing with my nonexistent muscles so that I could compare now.  So yes I presently take a lot of photos but I hope someday they all will be worthwhile.

Today I rest and therefore I hope I don’t binge eat.  I actually have been doing so marvelous on my food. I haven’t had a binge in many days. Like I don’t even think I binged at all last weekend which is crazy rare. I think my last official eat all the food was 21st.  I know, not that long ago, but a long time for me. Almost 2 weeks.  So today I rest and pray that everything eases up a little or loosens up and the break from intentional calorie burning movement is good for my soul.

Tomorrow I run. It’s going to be terribly early.  I think I have to wake up at 4:30 AM. Leave the house by 5 AM. Drive the 60-75 minutes to the race location.  Arrive between 6 and 6:15, pick up the race packet and then run at 6:50 AM.  13.1 miles that is.  But in typical fashion for me I’m very excited to do this.  It’s been a whole 2 week since I’ve ran a half and my body is aching to get out there for another torturous round.  Last year at the conclusion of this race I almost passed out. It was the heat. Which is still going to be an issue this year.  We will see. But at the end of the day I get a pretty new medal and we all know I really am all about the bling!

Actually this weekend starts the first of 5 weekends in a row of running half marathons.  This feels pretty ambitious but also something I know I can accomplish.  But it just sounds like a lot when you are about to start the first 1.  Marathon training at its best. Run all the races. Run all the miles.  You know how that goes.  I’m pretty certain by the time Maui hits there will be really not a lot more I could have done to prepare myself for my marathon and that is a good feeling.  I mean it’s going to be hard as hell and I’m scared as hell but putting in all the work makes me feel a little more confident in my abilities.  I can do this.

I woke up feeling fairly thin today. I know, that’s a weird statement. But some days you just feel smaller than others. I’m not in as good of a mood as I was yesterday as a whole but I feel smaller.  Not sure which is better honestly.  Anyway. Here’s this morning. Just because.

I’m really hoping that my 4th of July plans can avoid crazy over binging on food. I think we are going to go to my aunt and uncles annual BBQ which means a bevy of unhealthy tempting options.  I don’t mind having a treat or two, especially since I will have ran a half in the morning but I just don’t want to eat and eat and eat. Must try and avoid that. But if it happens, it happens.  What can a girl really do?  Okay, I guess that’s about all for right now.  Potentially I could come back later and talk about something that’s been formulating in my brain for a while.  Honestly I might come talk about it because as I said at the top of this post, I tend to get real bored Friday afternoons.

Fashion Friday

Because it's Friday and because I keep taking these photos every day, I am going to keep posting them on Friday's.  Until I decide I don't want to anymore I guess.  But alas today is not that day. Today I want to post all the lovely outfits I adorned this week.

Thursday, July 2, 2015


 July 2.

I have traditionally always liked this day a whole hell of a lot.  You want to know why? Because exactly 11 years ago today, at about 5 or 6 PM in the evening I met my husband for the very first time at Applebee’s. Somehow I pretty much just knew he was going to be a significant factor in my life and I wasn’t wrong.  We ate at Applebee’s, we went to a pool hall and played pool and we still didn’t want the night to end so we drove to Portland and walked around downtown.  It was also on this day that I had my very first kiss.  Oh boy, is that crazy or what? Yes, I know the answer to that.  I can’t even believe that honestly.  It seems like forever ago and yet it seems almost unimaginable that Chris is the only guy I’ve ever really kissed.  Strange. So happy 11 years today. Clearly a life altering day for me. With all that said, let’s also go to point number 2 for the day.


This is the number I saw on the scale this morning.  Pretty freaking awesome isn’t it?  I feel entirely in the zone right now and everything is just clicking as my posts as of late have been illustrating.  I don’t know why sometimes things are just so on and then at other points, while nothing has entirely changed, you just can’t keep it together for the life of you.  I guess it’s good because most of April was just a horrible struggle for me.  Even the early part of May was difficult for me to manage.  I’m glad I have found my groove and my happy place.  I am also glad that the scale is starting to show the results of my effort.  I’d like to point out that the scale really is not my motivation. It is NOT what I am working for/towards. It is simply the byproduct of everything else that I am doing and feeling.  This is truly the way it is supposed to be.  You should not live for the scale.  You should live for everything else, for the quality of your life and if that all falls into place the scale should eventually be the side-effect. I know, easier said than done.

My entire focus right now is not on weight loss.  It is on my marathon training. It is on putting in effort. Trying to eat healthy and clean.  Something else that is of significant note is that on February 12 of this year I thought I might want to try and lose a little weight and I did weigh myself and I was 154.5.  Nothing wrong with that weight at all. But on February 13 is when I decided to run my marathon officially and at that time I knew that I needed to lose at least 10-15 pounds in order to really be in peak running condition.  Fast forward to today and that 145.4 on the scale. Down 9.1 pounds from that day.  And honestly I can say that this is without really trying all that hard or focusing exclusively on weight loss as the goal.   Do good things and the rest follows.  Be kind and healthy in your actions and all the rest shall come as well.  I have no illusion that dropping weight at this point in my life is easy. It’s REALLY REALLY not. I have 11 Thursday’s left until I leave for Maui.  If I could lose the 5.4 pounds and go to Maui around 140 pounds, technically always officially my goal weight I would be thrilled. That’s about half a pound a week and that is actually kind of a scary prospect for me. I’m at a place in my life where clearly I need to eat to effectively maintain my body. Not that I at all ever advocate not eating. That comes off sounding weird. But it’s just that at my body make up losing ½ a pound a week would be a tall order. We shall see.  The nice thing is that with my body make up as it is I can really notice when I lose smaller amounts of weight.  I think I could totally tell a 5 pound difference in my body. I can tell you this with certainty I notice a huge difference in the 9.1 pounds I have lost since February. I just feel so much more amazing about myself and my body. It’s the little things. 

Right around 145 is a great place for my body. And this is the healthiest/strongest most fit body I’ve ever had. This is all terribly exciting to me.  You best believe in the next 11 weeks I will maintain my laser like focus with my eye on the prize, being that Maui beach vacation and marathon medal. Can’t believe it’s getting so close. I first dreamed this up on Feb. 13 and now here we are with it just right around the corner.

With all that said, I did manage to head to the gym last night and ran 3.25 miles before taking in the 45 minute strength training class.  My arms are quite sore. My biceps are on fire today. It’s that whole 48 hour rule. I cannot extend my arms out straight at all. It is pain. The entire upper body is pretty much toast.  I don’t know what I have left in the tank for tonight honestly. Tonight will be day 6 in a row which is typically my lightest night.  There is a 5:30 PM boot camp class which I will take. That might very well be the only thing I do tonight and I am perfectly okay with that.  One more effort before getting a rest day tomorrow and then getting up bright and early for a half on Saturday morning. Anyway, last night was actually pretty damned effective all things considered.  625 calories is a really good effort for me for a night.

I came home and did some stuff. That’s a pretty vague description of events. Some stuff. But honestly it’s hard to pinpoint all the minute details of an evening. Chris worked late so I just piddled away my time in the house to myself. Took some booty selfies because those are always fun.  Yes, you can definitely tell I am feeling incredibly confident these days with all the pictures I’ve been taking.  I do think it’s just part of the process. Eventually I may stop. We shall see.

This morning I woke up just honestly feeling amazing.  Amazing and happy and motivated and just blessed with everything about life. Not all days are like that. So I thought hell screw it, let’s just enjoy this epic feeling of happiness for another day. Embrace life. Smile. Be happy.  So this morning I got up, made coffee, rocked out to music while I put on my makeup and it just felt good.

And then I was like fuck it, let’s take some morning selfies.  Cause it’s just apparently what I do these days. And make cute little collages of stuff because apparently that is part of who I am now. Oh well.

So that’s about it for now. Get thru this day, smile a lot. Go to the gym tonight for one last workout. Go home. Shower. Spend some time with my husband whom I know for exactly 11 years, maybe take the doggies for a walk. Smile some more. All the little small things that make life quality. Those quite moments of contentment with your family. And my heart is my husband and my baby girl doggies. Smile bright. It’s July. It’s sunny and life is good.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

It's a love/hate thing

So this is where we are at today. I am sore. I knew I was going to be.  My upper body feels like it’s been run over by a steam roller. And said steam roller happens to respond to the name of Amanda.  I expected as much.  Training is such a love/hate relationship.   I love it clearly but I kind of hate it to, like going into it with dread and trepidation. I always know that it is not only going to hurt but that no matter the task I will not be able to do quite as much as she expects. Because as soon as I have something down she ups the ante on me.  I think that is how training is supposed to work.  If something appears to not be torturing me to my soul she adds more reps or higher weight. Alas, it will never be easy or I will never win. And can pretty much guarantee I will always be sore.

I had a great day yesterday as a result of my morning run.  Felt blissful all day until about 3 PM when my typically afternoon crash occurs. The whole, I don’t want to mentality kicks in, extra hard on a day when you’ve already managed a 6.5 mile run.  I was hungry (I ate of course) and I was tired and the thought of going to the gym was not appealing.  But I had a training session on the books with Amanda so of course I couldn’t bail.  Work picked up in the afternoon again and by 4:45 I knew I was going to have to stay a little late to finish stuff up.  I pealed out of the office about 5:15 and rushed to the gym and barely walked into the 5:30 class a few minutes late, after everyone had started.  It was a core class which is never my favorite and honestly never produces that much of a burn for me.  It’s pretty much 30 minutes of targeted ab work.  While good and necessary in life, not a calorie scorcher.

I didn’t get a chance to warm up beforehand either which probably didn’t help my workout.  My heart rate never really elevated and I didn’t really sweat.  But I was anticipating the post ab class 6 PM training session that I was certain was going to hurt.  Amanda thinks of me as some super human woman on the same level as her and therefore her expectations are ridiculously high.  Again, I love and hate her for this.  Training sessions are 30 minutes.  But because she is my best friend and she enjoys torturing me I end up with a 60 minute training session somehow.  Is this a good thing?  I suppose in the grand scheme of things it is.  At the time of torture it feels excessive. 

It was back and biceps day and she did not disappoint.  Jumping pull ups. Lat pulls, Back rows, more rows. More rows.  Lots of heavy back crap.  And this was only portion 1 before we moved on to the second set of exercises which was heavy biceps.  More biceps. Some more back thrown in.  Part of me wanting to cry. Part of me wanted to quit. Part of me loved every excreting second.  There is an innate desire we have to make those around us proud.  I have that with Amanda and therefore I try my hardest to do what she is asking of me. Like I said, often times my body gives up before my mind. Which I guess is good because that means physically I’ve done all I can.

By the time the almost 60 minutes had rolled around after bicep after bicep curl, as I was just standing there I could feel my arms involuntarily twitching on me.  Like everything was simply that fried.  It didn’t help that I had actually made myself sore around my chest the night before.  This only amplified the overall effects of the workout.  I hurt. Lifting my arms over my head hurt.

I fully anticipated waking up this morning to pain.  Shockingly it wasn’t that bad. At first. Like the first 30 minutes I was awake it was okay.  It now REALLY hurts.  Like my back. OMG.  My biceps.  My chest.  Everything is on fire in a painful I am so sore I am going to cry at you if you move even the slightest distance in any direction.  Oh not in a truly messed up way, just in a sore I worked you way. Which is the good kind.  I’m just being an over dramatic baby honestly.  But I’m trying to illustrate that things are a hurting.

So this entire evening workout only resulted in about 350 calories burned but that is because it was not calorie scorching cardio. It was slow and steady lifting which has its place.  It has a good place in your life. It just isn’t crazy immediate calorie burn. I need both kinds of exercise in my life. Both have their practical purpose.  But between the 6.5 mile run in the morning and this lifting session I ended up burning 1025 calories for the entire day and my body knew it.

When I got home I was tired, obviously.  I showered, I made a delicious dinner.  I took grilled chicken and sliced it up into strips and placed it on my 100 calorie bun with an entire freaking avocado. Yes, I ate an entire avocado by myself because I love them and I didn’t care that the avocado was like 240 calories because I could use the calories and honestly avocado is my favorite. And of course I added some Quest protein chips for the side and it was delicious and delightful and perfection really.

I don’t post a lot of food stuff because mostly I don’t eat complete meals. Mostly I have random snacks. Mostly its processed or else very simple in nature. Like banana. Or grilled chicken dipped in a dressing. Or else it is something amazing that my husband cooks because well, I don’t cook.  But this sandwich is about as good it gets for me on the making a meal front. 

Tonight is a 45 minute lifting class at the gym that I intend to take at 6 PM.  I am going to try and get to the gym earlier tonight if possible. I’d like to get in a 3 mile run before class.  If I could get there at 5:15 and then run for 30 minutes it would give me enough time to get into class, get a spot and get my weights before the crowds show up.  That’s the plan.  Just a 3 mile run and then the 45 min lift class and I will be more than good for the night.

This will free me up for a very light Thursday night at the gym. Not even sure what that will look like yet which will bring me to rest day Friday. Yippee! And then of course a bright and early 6:50 AM start time half marathon on Saturday.  Which means I will have to wake up at like 4 something in the morning to wake up, get ready and drive the 1:15 minutes to the race.  Oh boy. Going to be a long one.  But that is what my next couple days look like.

Did I mention my upper body is in pain? Oh yeah, ouch. Freak. It all hurts. But otherwise I am still happy as a clam. Happy as can be.  Loving all things.  Oh and its July already.  The year is now ½ way done officially.  Isn’t that insane? Where the hell does time go? And speaking of time going my marathon counter ticker shows 80 days today.  Oh boy that’s crazy too.  July 1.  Hmm.  I intend to weigh myself tomorrow July 2 and then we will see after that.  Where I go from there.  I really would love to be 140 pounds by the time Maui hits.  But I’m sitting around 147 right now so that does seem hard honestly to take off 7 pounds in 80 days.  Who is this girl who says that is hard?  I’ve just learned that my body likes where it’s at and it likes the muscle and I work out so much that it needs the fuel and I can’t and won’t starve it.  So thus 7 pounds might be a lot to handle.  We will see though.  Whatever happens naturally happens.  I pretty much have made all peace with where I am at physically right now. It’s all good, anything that happens from this point forward. 

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Training Away

I have actually had an overall pretty busy 24 hours actually.  I mean since I last posted.  Things have gotten kind of crazy in my world.  But sometimes are like that.  This morning at work has been a giant bear of a day. Putting out one fire after the next. Seems like non stop all morning, but alas, I think it’s finally calmed down enough to breath and take a moment to write.  Yesterday afternoon I actually felt pretty good about hitting the gym. This is somewhat rare these days. Typically by 5 PM my energy and desire tend to dwindle but I still go, because I am kind of crazy intense like that. I have this crazy giant phobia of missing out a single tick on my marathon training plan.

This is why I have decided that the marathon training plan has shockingly been one of the best decisions I have ever made.  I mean the decision to actually follow one.  And it’s funny because the thing that has always held me back in part somewhat from attempting a marathon was the training plan.  I didn’t want to be so locked into anything.  Probably because I know my personality and my over the top obsessive compulsive-ness would require me to be so diligent and I was afraid that it would drive me insane.  Turns out I love it.  Turns out ticking off runs on my plan is like one of the best feelings of accomplishment I could have.  Also, it makes me work harder and do things that I otherwise would not do.  I.E., even when I don’t feel like it I run. Even the little 3 milers.  Honestly it has been a very fabulous thing for me overall. 

So here is the deal, I went to the gym.  I didn’t have a clear plan other than you know that 3 miler I needed to do.  I was immediately greeted by Amanda because well she’s there.  Anyway she’s like are you taking my class? Amanda always has a class.  Like Monday thru Thursday night there is typically a 30-45 minute class that she teaches.  They each have a focus or are considered something different but effectively in a nutshell they are all versions of kind of the same thing. A series of exercises, repeated in multiple sets.  The reason they work is that because typically they are not probably exercises I want to do or would choose to do on my own so it makes me get in a few other things that are probably good for me.  Hello burpies much.  Or Ab exercises.  Have I ever mentioned my disdain for ab exercises?  For some reason I truly hate them.

Anyhow, so I decided for lack of a better plan that I would take the 5:30 class since it was only half an hour and then I could run my 3 miles post class and that would be good enough for me for the night. (Silly Emily thinking this would be sufficient!)  Anyhow.  Class.  Yes, class was circuit style cardio moves, body weighted.  Think jumping jacks, plank jacks, burpies, jumping squats, push ups, and abs. Yes, spider planks, and v ups.  30 seconds each exercise, done a total of 3 rounds.  30 minutes and I was dripping sweat.  Okay, so that started the night off in a sweaty fashion, but hey, I was warmed up.  So onto the treadmill I went.  It wasn’t my best run, but it wasn’t my worst.  I knew I needed to hit my 3 mile mark according to my plan so that is what I did.  Hence the loving the training plan because I promise you that without having that mental need to hit 3 miles, I probably would have quit sooner.  Especially on week nights like that. It’s hard. But I did it.  Actually I did 3.25 miles well because I was two tenths of a mile away from being up another mile on my training plan. Don’t ask, its complicated. Regardless, I did 3.25 miles. 

At this point all I had done was basically cardio and I was feeling good, and done with cardio so I decided what the hell let’s throw in a little chest/triceps workout.  Nothing fancy, nothing planned out.  Just did some chest presses, triceps dips, chest flys, triceps extensions, etc.  Nothing too fancy, 4 rounds of each thing.  And then after about 30 minutes I was pretty much done.  I had sufficiently exercised to my satisfaction and wanted to call it.  I didn’t think my chest workout was going to be all that effective but I was wrong as my sore ass chest today will contest to.  I was like ouch, why does that hurt.  And then  I remembered I lifted some heavy weights last night and intentionally tried to hurt those chest muscles. Crazy.  So the workout was good.

And then I came home and everything seemed really pumped up so I went ahead and did selfies. For the love of God someone stop me already.  I feel embarrassed to keep taking these but seriously, last night everything looked like it was on fire and holy hell.

So, here is the thing that makes the marathon training plan like gold to me.  It can make me do things that I would otherwise think were unimaginable.  It’s really actually ridiculous how much I let it influence me.  Because today starts the next “phase” of my training plan. Part 3, which is called the going further distance.  For me it’s not really that much further because I keep running stupid half marathons almost weekly.  But nonetheless what it means is that for the next 6 or 7 weeks my weekly runs consist of a combo of 3 miles/6.5 miles/3 mile runs.  As opposed to the 3 mile/4.5 mile/3 mile combo they were sitting at before.  So now I must run a 6.5 mile run mid week.  6.5 miles isn’t a crazy excessive distance but it’s enough you know. It’s enough that realistically that’s all I would really want to do in a night. But that doesn’t work for me entirely because I end up forced into a weird dilemma.  The dilemma being that if I am going to run 6.5 miles I certainly don’t want to do it on the treadmill. That seems like a long run for a treadmill. Boy how mind frames have shifted right?  Anyway, 6.5 on a treadmill feels like it would be torture.  I’d do it if I HAD to, but there are other options.  Of course running outside being the big option.  But it’s hot. Like way to hot to run outside in the evening when I have my free time.

Too hot for running in the evening, plus I typically have other evening plans.  So really this leaves me with option 3 which is usually a last resort for me.  Wake my ass up early, like before work and run.  Waking up and immediately running is awful. Like my  body hasn’t had time to wake up enough to consider running so I knew I had to wake up, give myself at least 30-45 minutes to actually wake up and then run.  This means EARLY for me.  Yes, for most people this is not early at all, but I am not a morning person.  The only thing in the world that apparently can get me to wake up before work for is a scheduled 6.5 mile run.  Because I really must tick all the boxes right?

So with steadfast determination, I woke my ass up at like 5:45 AM. I just laid there in bed for 15 minutes on my phone having an internal conversation with myself about if I should really do this or not. How necessary was this? Was there another alternative somewhere?  And finally I got up.  I felt like crap because it was early and all. I told myself I really just needed to be out the door at like 6:30 AM or so.  So I made coffee. Yes, coffee will help.  I put on my workout clothes that I very intentionally set out the night before, for no excuses and all.  And I walked around and allowed myself to wake up.  Coffee helped.  It helped a lot actually.  And while I procrastinated quite a bit, eventually at about 6:40 I headed out the door.  I told myself that I would be happy if I could manage a 5 mile run. I would accept that.  I could either make up the other 1.5 miles tonight or else I had already exceeded my mileage in every capacity on my plan so missing the 1.5 miles wouldn’t be too big of a deal.  Just 5 miles I said.   And out the door I went.

The first 3-5 minutes were rough.  And then something magical happened and I remembered why I love running. I remembered why running in cool air with a breeze was blissful. I remembered why morning runs (so long as you are properly awake) are seriously amazing! My body felt good. I didn’t feel nearly as sluggish as I have on other attempts at morning running. I didn’t feel as sluggish as I do trying to force out some evening runs even.  I felt wonderful and alive and peaceful and euphoric all the best parts about running.  It really was a very good thing. I felt so happy just to be running.  I know it sounds cheesy but it felt like possibly the best thing I could ever do for myself. To wake up and run in this lovely perfect running weather and enjoy life to the fullest.

So I ran.  And I ran some more.  Not my fastest run, not my slowest.  Just good enough. The first miles were ran faster of course.  And I hit like mile 3, mile 4 went by and I approached mile 5.  I wasn’t near my house and I was like, nah, you are feeling just good enough that let’s just go for the whole 6.5 miler.  So on I ran.  I was getting tired by the time 6.5 approached and I neared my house. Thankful that I was done at this point. But feeling highly accomplished, happy and downright blissful.

But then I remembered that I probably started a smidge too late for a full 6.5 mile run and time was not on my side.  Yup, it was almost 8 AM and I needed to be to work at 8:30. Although I am never to work at 8:30.  So I went in, and quickly tried to accomplish everything that needed to occur post run- getting ready for work.  I have to say in my scramble I didn’t do too bad. I figured it was worth being an extra 15 minutes late for work to get in the last part of my run. But in actuality I’m typically 15 minutes late for work most days so at least this day had a valid reason behind it.

So there you have it, I freaking ran 6.5 miles this morning before work.  I am certain my blissful run had a lot to do with actually allowing myself 45 minutes or so to be up and moving before forcing the run.  I actually enjoyed it so much that I would consider doing this again and maybe I might just have to wake up a little earlier so that I don’t feel as rushed at the end.  But with that said, I probably have about 6-7 more weeks of this schedule on my training plan so I am thinking this might end up having to be a weekly occurrence anyway. I am not really sure how I am actually going to get in the long runs otherwise.  Plus there is something infinitely nice about having already ran 6.5 miles before my day even started. To not having it linger over my head all day long. Knowing as the day ticks by and I get more and more tired physically that I still have to go run 6.5 miles.  That’s insanity. So perhaps once a week I will have to force myself out of bed and schedule a 6.5 mile morning run.  I think I can handle it if they all go remotely even close to how today went.

And running this morning frees up my evening tonight to go to the gym and take Amanda’s 5:30-6:00 PM class to then immediately be followed by a 6 PM personal training session where we will be do doing back and biceps.  So I am fully prepared for my back to be on fire tomorrow and the following day really.  This is all good stuff because I kill it today and then I can start to tape down Wednesday and Thursday in my exercise before Friday rest day and a 4th of July half marathon on Saturday.  This means that between tomorrow and Thursday night I only have to do one more 3 mile run. That seems easy peasy after the runs I’ve done lately.  Actually Saturday I did 10 miles, Sunday 4 miles, Monday 3 miles and Tuesday 6.5 miles.  That’s kind of mileage heavy.  So classes tonight.  I can take class Wednesday and Thursday night now and just sneak in a treadmill run on one of them. 

Plus my mood is infinity better today as a result of that awesome run this morning.  I mean, why wouldn’t it be?  I ran 6.5 miles and burned  679 calories today already.  Yeah me.  So there you have it.  I am killing it lately.  I am getting my shit done. 

I had this thought this morning while I was running actually, that I wish I could freeze frame this period of time in my life right now because this whole time frame is pure bliss. This is perfection.  This is happiness. This is what happiness looks and feels like.  This is me, loving myself, loving my body, loving my life.  Fulfilling my dreams, accomplishing my goals.  That I promise you this, this period of time, while training for my first marathon on Maui.  (Yes, going to Maui I am certain has something to do with it) that this period of time I will always look back fondly at as like the pinnacle perfection so to speak. I hope its not the highlight of my life. I hope to have years and years of happiness and contentment.  But I just want to savor this, soak it all up and enjoy it.  This is such happiness to me.  All of it.  I feel so good. I feel so good about myself and my life and what I’m doing. 

Ticking those boxes off on the marathon training plan is giving me this sense of accomplishment that I am working towards some greater picture that has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.  I never would have imagined.  I ran all the time, but its seeing it all there in list form, that is truly giving me a sense of accomplishment.  It’s like with every single run crossed off I am gaining more and more confidence and feeling better and better.  I truly think it’s the mental fortitude of sticking to a goal.  Setting a goal, crossing the items of the list and eventually ultimately obtaining said goal.  It’s beyond rewarding.  Plus this goal is so freaking trackable. They aren’t all like that. 

This is it. I am living the life I want. The life I have always dreamed of. Loving myself. All of myself.  And I am guessing all these freaking running endorphins and runners high are probably playing a big part in my feeling of self-love.  But come on.  Since May 6, since starting this training plan I have ran 224 miles.  That’s pretty cool. 

All right enough with the crazy high talk right now.  It’s lunch time and I need to eat.  I am one hungry girl!