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Stop Quitting

 

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I’m so nervous about the 5k tomorrow that I’ve been having an upset stomach for days. I’m no where near as ready as I had hoped to be. I’ve hardly been running, and the few times I did I told myself,”it’s ok, you have lots of time, 1.8 miles is good enough”. And to top it off the last two weeks I haven’t even really done a workout at all. I’ve done little baby workouts, always planning to really hit it hard tomorrow. We had to turn off the YMCA membership and I’ve proven that without a class to go to, I’m useless.

Well dudes, if they are giving out medals for procrastination and going really slow than I’m a sure thing! All day I’ve been thinking things that cause me to suddenly panic, run to the computer, and google things like , “5k time limit” and “slowest 5k ever”.  Trying to decide if I can take the humiliation of being last, of finishing after every one has given up hope and gone home. What would be worse, completing the slowest 5k ever in shame or not showing up at all and wallowing in my own self pity privately?  I mean it’s not like there will never be another 5k, but there won’t be another one before my Birthday. What to do?!

My faded workout clothes and ‘wrong’ shoes are sitting out all ready to go. We’ve been through a lot of sweaty workouts and injuries and overall had a pretty good time since I ‘started’ in May. I keep thinking of this motivational saying from the YMCA, “If you’re tired of starting over, stop quitting”.

I know that if I get up and go tomorrow, no matter the outcome, I will feel happy and proud of myself for at least jumping one hurdle. Trying not to be too hard on myself for not running more. I do have injuries and this is just a day in my life. As long as each day drives me a little but closer to my goals than that day is a success. I know that failing to meet my expectations will eat me up and I don’t want to let that derail me from a path that is so good for me. Sorry for the self pep talk, but I need it today, I really do.

Bentos and Butts

 

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Another week of Ara’s lunches! This one had homemade tortilla and bean burrito, pumpkin flatbread crackers, orange slices, broccoli, and chocolate pretzels.

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Orange chicken, broccoli, strawberries, chocolate pretzels, and a fortune cookie.

IMG_4131Sweet rice, broccoli, strawberries, and coconut almond granola.IMG_4144Chicken sandwich on ww, fruit salad (grapes, pineapple, strawberry, and that green melon that I can never remember), cornbread muffin, and carrots.

IMG_4139Sweet rice, broccoli, sweet rice, fortune cookie, strawberry.

Last week I started dog walking at a local animal shelter. It’s a kill shelter so I’ve been putting off doing this, fearing the emotional toll. I walked 4 great dogs and learned a lot from my walking partner. I went back this last Monday and 2 of the dogs I walked were already dead. Straight from the adoption line to death because they got colds. They were 2 cute little pit bull girls, named Silver and Meadow and though they lived only a short time, they were loved at least by the volunteers. Two weeks in a row now I’ve walked a dog named Simon, which is against the odds of 140+ dogs. And against my better sense I’ve started to become emotionally attached to him. I’ve posted him on facebook but I KNOW people are starting to get tired of my dog posts. Last Monday he had a wound on his face from his kennel mate. They start to break down (emotionally) under the stress and if his wound gets infected he could be gone before I go back. I just had to get this worry off of my chest. I can’t change the fate of the dogs but I can help make their days at the shelter a little better.

On a lighter note my hipjury is getting better! This will be the end of the 3 weeks the doctor told me to take off and I’ve noticed an improvement. So, she was right, it must have been that tendon that was angry. The trainer/teacher at the YMCA noticed that I walk on the outsides of my feet and told me that my problems stem from the wrong shoe. She gave me some stretches to elongate my illiopsis and urged me to focus on building strength. I feel like there is probably wisdom in that, though I MISS zumba Sad smile.

For this week, my schedule is

M-dog walk 2 hours
T-strength class
W- turbo kick
Th-strength class
F-swim or bike
S- get out with Ara

I’m excited for the weather to cool off for bike rides, but here’s the thing; I can’t ride 2 days in a row because the seat is KILLING my butt! Hahaha. I guess it was made for someone with a tiny butt of steel, or maybe someone who has no nerves in the butt region. It makes me think of a friend who rides a recumbent bike and once said that he thought upright bike design went terrible wrong!

Tumbling Class

 

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Tumbling class has ended and our little tumbler has another shiny medal around her neck and friends holding her hand!

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I love the confidence. She feels good about what she’s accomplishing! She’s working on cartwheels, balance beam, summersaults, hand stands!

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Her next class will be the step up into gymnastics! Exciting times!

A Month of Zumba

Today was my 8th Zumba class! I‘m proud of myself for being consistent with going to class this month. I’ve missed a few days of water aerobics but I make them up in our pool with Ara, or once, by walking in the park with her. Staying active 5 days a week for a month, I’ve noticed little changes. Mostly in my overall mood. I had been empathy crying a lot, like in a hormonal weepy way. It sounds stupid to say it but it’s true.  HOWEVER, I’m feeling less weepy this week. I remind myself every morning that my good mood is a workout away.

We had a sub Zumba teacher today and I realized party of my obsession is with my teacher! Creepy, Mindi, very creepy. My teacher is this energetic lady from Columbia with 2 kids. She seems so exotic and dances like she loves it! She literally smiles the entire class, even when she yells, “it’s hurts”! I think part of me wants to BE her…

So today when the sub showed up I was struck by my lack of motivation. She was a fit person, of course, but she taught Zumba like an exercise class. She yelled out the moves and occasionally did a weird “woo haa” like a cowgirl. Her choreography was similar but the music wasn’t loud and she did the moves in such a tame way. With her grey hair and sterile moves I kept glancing at the clock and wishing it was over. It’s not her fault, she was a great teacher actually, but I didn’t want to be her.. yeah that’s not getting less creepy.

Now I understand why people will travel across town to be with a specific teacher. The teacher who can capture that “party” feeling for you!

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