Before I started running, the Boston Marathon wasn't even a blip on my radar. I'm sure I'd heard of it (maybe), but certainly didn't CARE about it. Last year, however, I watched it live on my laptop. It's amazing how different things are now that I've become a runner. My world has expanded. I read magazines I never would have touched before, I watched the Summer Olympics and shouted at the television as Mo Farah and Galen Rupp came into the final straightaway in the men's 10,000m race, and I watched both the mens and the womens Olympic Marathons - without fast forwarding. I was riveted.
The 117th Boston Marathon will be run in just over a week. I will be watching it again. This time, though, I know someone who will be volunteering at the race - and I'll be thinking of a friend who "BQ'd" in her very first marathon (which also happened to be her very first race!). Couch to BQ. Not exactly something that happens every day! Not to mention, she didn't just squeak by. She could have walked for awhile and still made it. Unreal. (BQ = short hand for "Qualified for Boston." Qualifying standards can be found here.) I barely made it from couch to 5K!
Speaking of my lackluster running ability......... I didn't run today. Eek. Today was supposed to be my last run before my race on Sunday, and it just didn't happen. Too much going on, the day got away from me and now it's dark out, my back hurts, and I'm just beat. Bad Di! Bad! Oh, well. Nothing I can do now but wait and see.
So, are you going to watch the Boston Marathon?
running through instead of away
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Weight, what?
When I started running last year, it wasn't with the goal of losing weight. Sure, I had (have) a few pounds to lose, but that wasn't my goal. I hate trying to lose weight, to be honest (who doesn't, right?) and for a long time I've been in denial, anyway.
I'm 5'7" and have been since high school. I was "skinny" right up until about... oh, age 25. In college I was "scary skinny," according to some. (98 lbs) I slowly gained weight until I was hanging out in the 130's by my wedding day in 2005. I wasn't "scary skinny" anymore, but I was slim and happy on my honeymoon.
Fast forward a year. I weighed 168 lbs. I gained 30 lbs the first year I was married. Eek, right? Fast forward again, to 4 years later, and I'd had two kids and still weighed 168 lbs. I told myself that's just where my body wanted to be. Three years later, I realized maybe that's not so true.
At the beginning of 2012, I weighed 162 lbs and started running. In February of this year, I weighed 151.5. Not a huge loss in a year, but a steady one that I was maintaining easily, without too much change in my habits at all. (Which is good, because I cannot "diet." I end up practically stuffing my face if you tell me I can't have something.)
I wasn't too concerned about my continued weight loss, though I did set a goal to reach 145 by the end of 2013. Easy enough, right? Slow, steady loss that I could easily maintain.
Except I weighed myself this morning and the scale told me I weighed 155.5. Whoops. Wrong direction. So. Maybe I need to pay more attention to what I'm eating and how much time I'm spending just sitting around. I won't be turning this blog into a weight loss blog, but I'll probably post now and again re: my progress, just to try to keep myself honest and accountable. I'll never be 98 lbs again (thank god), but I really wouldn't mind seeing the 130s again sometime.
I'm 5'7" and have been since high school. I was "skinny" right up until about... oh, age 25. In college I was "scary skinny," according to some. (98 lbs) I slowly gained weight until I was hanging out in the 130's by my wedding day in 2005. I wasn't "scary skinny" anymore, but I was slim and happy on my honeymoon.
Fast forward a year. I weighed 168 lbs. I gained 30 lbs the first year I was married. Eek, right? Fast forward again, to 4 years later, and I'd had two kids and still weighed 168 lbs. I told myself that's just where my body wanted to be. Three years later, I realized maybe that's not so true.
At the beginning of 2012, I weighed 162 lbs and started running. In February of this year, I weighed 151.5. Not a huge loss in a year, but a steady one that I was maintaining easily, without too much change in my habits at all. (Which is good, because I cannot "diet." I end up practically stuffing my face if you tell me I can't have something.)
I wasn't too concerned about my continued weight loss, though I did set a goal to reach 145 by the end of 2013. Easy enough, right? Slow, steady loss that I could easily maintain.
Except I weighed myself this morning and the scale told me I weighed 155.5. Whoops. Wrong direction. So. Maybe I need to pay more attention to what I'm eating and how much time I'm spending just sitting around. I won't be turning this blog into a weight loss blog, but I'll probably post now and again re: my progress, just to try to keep myself honest and accountable. I'll never be 98 lbs again (thank god), but I really wouldn't mind seeing the 130s again sometime.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sticks and stones
After my 8 mile run (in the rain!) yesterday, I came home tired and I know I should have stretched and treated myself well. Instead, I took a quick shower and headed out to dinner with my family to celebrate my husband's birthday. Fortunately, other than being heavy and tired feeling, there was no residual "ouch" in my legs - but I know that I'm playing fast and loose (tight?) with my running health, and that I ought to take better care of myself.
(Especially considering my history of shin splints!)
Reading SUAR today, I was reminded once again of my lackadaisical attitude about stretching, massage, etc, and started wondering - am I the only runner in America who doesn't have an intimate relationship with her foam roller? I do own The Stick, and I use it occasionally, but it's not something that has become habitual.
So what about you? Yay or nay on theself-inflicted torture self massage?
(Especially considering my history of shin splints!)
Reading SUAR today, I was reminded once again of my lackadaisical attitude about stretching, massage, etc, and started wondering - am I the only runner in America who doesn't have an intimate relationship with her foam roller? I do own The Stick, and I use it occasionally, but it's not something that has become habitual.
So what about you? Yay or nay on the
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