Every experienced marathoner will tell you the same thing about your first marathon: just focus on finishing and have fun, DO NOT set goals. So, here are my goals: Continue reading “Eyes on the Prize”
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My mind is an idealist, my brain is a realist, and my body is a wonderland. – Marissa (and a little John Mayer) Continue reading “Humble Brag”
I Ran 20 Miles So You Don’t Have To
By now, you know that I’ve been dreading the 20-mile run since I started training. I mean, 20 miles? Who thinks that’s a good idea? Not me. Continue reading “I Ran 20 Miles So You Don’t Have To”
Breaking Records and Taking Names
Since training began six weeks ago, I’ve injured myself twice, gone through 25+ pounds of Epsom salt, had chafing in unmentionable places, and seem to be growing a bunion on my bunion. Continue reading “Breaking Records and Taking Names”
I Am An Inspiration
Since deciding to run this marathon, I’ve told every human, animal, and mineral that I’ve come in contact with about it. Several of them have called me an inspiration. With great power comes great responsibility, or something. Continue reading “I Am An Inspiration”
Running on Fumes
After my 10-mile run on Saturday, I took a nap, ate lunch, then dozed off again. Two naps in one day. Uh-oh. Continue reading “Running on Fumes”
Has Running Made Me Boring?
Yes. Yes, it has. Continue reading “Has Running Made Me Boring?”
What Have I Done?
I just received my official marathon training plan. Over the next four months, I’ll be running a total of 471 miles. 471 miles! To put that in perspective, it’s almost 50% more miles than I’ve run in the past six months combined. Continue reading “What Have I Done?”
(Sorta) Resting on My Laurels
I am officially in between training programs. Pardon me while I catch my breath. Continue reading “(Sorta) Resting on My Laurels”
Ready, Set, Reset!
I am hungry all the time. Now that I’m running a consistent 20+ miles per week, I’ve been eating like a high school football player, but with the metabolism of a practically (if not unbelievably) 40-year-old woman.
Running can be a great way to lose weight, but longer distance running can be a very tricky balance, a slippery slope if you will. If you eat too little, you will most likely die mid-run, that’s just science. On the flip side, after a run, you feel like you can – and completely deserve – to eat everything.
I’ve had success changing my eating habits when I’ve faced a big weight loss goal, but I’m finding it much more difficult to make changes when my brain is telling me that I’m pretty much an Olympic champion so maybe I should just make a quick stop at McDonald’s mid-run? I mean, they are an Olympic sponsor.
So what do you do when you can’t take the bad habits out of the girl? You take the girl away from the bad habits.
A few weeks ago, I blogged about how running has made me a more adventurous and awesome traveler. That’s still true, but not every trip is created equal. I’m currently on Day 3 of a 12 day work trip in Tampa. There’s lots and lots of work to be done, but also way to much downtime. When I found out about this trip, I knew it was an opportunity to put some focus on my health and ditch some of my bad habits. It took a little planning, but now that I’m an expert bullet journalist, it was easy peasy:
- In lieu of a hotel, I’m staying at an Airbnb with a small kitchen and a washer/dryer (for my stinky running clothes)
- I found a local food service that delivers freshly made breakfast, lunch, and dinner daily – it’s actually much cheaper and healthier than eating out
- I only bought healthy snacks and jugs of water at the grocery store, no junk in the house
- I’m getting up at 5:30 each morning to run before the Florida sun melts me into a puddle
- I have literally nothing to do after 5pm each day, so I am taking classes at a local yoga studio – I really need to be stretching more anyway
I won’t lie, this one is not a fun-filled trip and it’s a long time away from home, but creating a routine that is singularly focused on my health will do me some good.
Of course, I did have a slice of key lime pie the night I landed, but travel days don’t count, right?