After graduating college, I told myself I would form a habit of working out on a frequent basis. And almost 6 years later, I can say I have actually stuck with it … for the most part. My work out habits have definitely evolved over time.
Post college, I immediately began a routine of running outside. At first I hated and dreaded running but I learned to enjoy it most of the time. I refused to run on a treadmill.
Then in graduate school, my roommate introduced me to a Jillian Michaels DVD. I was sooo sore the next day, I knew I either got a crazy good workout or I was severely out of shape. The videos were added to my regular routine as an alternative to running.
When I was training for my recently completed half marathon, I was working in a town that didn’t have sidewalks. Not wanting to kill my training, I broke down and began running on a treadmill. There is something to be said for the reliability and consistency of a treadmill.
Recently I ran into a dilemma. Continue reading
I did it! I finally ran a half marathon!
Leading up to the race, I received numerous texts asking if I was ready and wishing me luck. Normally, I appreciate nice thoughts but this occasion was different. I was doing everything I could to not even think about the race.
Micaela and I prepared for the race by eating a carb loaded dinner the night before the race. Both Micaela and I struggled ordering. We knew we needed carbs before the race for energy and protein after the race to rebuild muscle but we weren’t sure about protein before the run. We are clearly amateurs. I played it safe and got both.
We arrived at the race site bright and early. I became suddenly nervous as I observed all the other participants. They all looked so professional.
My bad habit is unconsciously biting my cheeks when I nervous or concentrating. I was clearly nervous in this picture above.
The race started downhill and extra fast. I was overwhelmed by the little room I had to move (I knew I would be). Luckily, the full marathon and 10k runners split at about 1 mile, giving me a little room to breathe. Continue reading
I finally signed up for a half marathon after wanting to run one forever. The race is in Omaha Nebraska on Sunday September 6th. Accompanying me we will be a good friend and coworker, Micaela.
I am amazed at how well training has gone. I attribute most of this to my need for structure. Following a schedule is right up my alley. I have had to make some changes to the schedule including deleting a full week once I finally nailed down a race date. The others have been more minor changes based on my daily schedule.
I should admit training hasn’t been all roses. One week I was unable to achieve the 9 mile goal I set out for. I was extremely frustrated and felt defeated. I had signed up for the race prior to heading out for that run and immediately started thinking that was a mistake. I guess it just wasn’t my week because the following week I ran 10 miles just fine. The feeling of accomplishment was back.
This morning, I will run my last long run prior to the race. If I can run 12 miles today, surely I can run 13.1 miles the following weekend right?!?!
I hate to admit it but I am the queen of excuses. A lot of this stems from my fear to commit. Perfect example: I’ve expressed a desire to run a half marathon for about forever but have not done it. First, I didn’t want to run the race by myself. I said I needed someone to share the enjoyment and achievement with me. Keith agreed to run but didn’t plan on training. This wasn’t enough because I wanted someone to hold me accountable and discuss the pains of training leading up to the run. A coworker in Wichita planned to run a race and invited me. Unfortunately, the race was on a four-day weekend and I wanted to keep the weekend open for potential plans. Then, another coworker from Omaha agreed to train simultaneously with me and meet up in whatever location to run the race together. Of course, I am afraid to commit to a date because who knows what will come up between now and then and the location means committing to the associated costs.
I would love to say I got over all these fears, quit making excuses, and signed up for a race … but I can’t. Continue reading