Sick No More!

Sing it high and low: I am sick no more!

After spending a FULL week in bed and on the couch, I am back at work and as of tomorrow morning, going back to my normal workout plan.  Some say the only joy of being sick is the weight you lose, but I'm sure as I rehydrate and get back into the swing of things I'll realized the only weight I lost was muscle weight.
But here's hoping that's just not true.

So Tired

Hard run this morning. I'm starting to feel the early summer heat. I pushed it and after a fun filled weekend of lots of wine at not enought water or sleep, the first thing I wanted after those 3 miles was 2 aspirin. And now after a good lunch, spinach salad with chicken and a beer, I have an iced latte by my side and I've taken another 2 aspirin and countless glasses of water, I am exhausted! Its 4:42, normally the middle of my day, or my afternoon at least, and I'm worried there is not enough coffee in the word to make me feel like staying in the work fray. I normally love dinner and yoga on Monday nights, but I think the only thing I'm seeking tonight is my pillow.

Measure Update

Just a quick 2 month status report: I did a bit of measuring this morning and have learned a few things.

Kickboxing has been great for my arms, I've lost a whole inch off of them.  That is unless I flex and let my bicep go Ba-Bam! (just kidding)

My high waist is whittling down, but I need to make sure whatever abs I'm building under my belly flab are flat because I've gained a whopping 1 1/2 inches on my stomach.

It looks like it moved up from my hips/

My weight is in constant flux, and the biggest determination seems to be how much water I have had in the last day or so.  So I'm trying to take weight out of the equation.  I get on the scale less and less, and really let my body tell me how it is feeling.

Right now my body is looking forward to lunch and coffee to follow.

Bye for now.

Boobs!

One of the things I wanted to do with this blog was get fit and keep learning on how to rock my curves.  Boobs are most defiantly part of those curves.  Even though they can bounce all over and have to be restrained in a sports bra when running, I must say I do love mine. 
And as we all know women and men of the world who love boobs and the people that have them, have a common enemy in breast cancer.


One woman is banning bloggers together to raise awareness and support for women facing breast cancer. 


Blogger Angie Uncovered is running the 1st Who's Boobs Web Event, campaign to raise both awareness and donations for breast cancer in women AND men.  

See them here: http://www.angie-uncovered.com/p/whose-boobs-picture-pages.html

While don't really consider myself a blogger, this is a blog, and of course a good cause, so I've done my part and submitted a pic of my pair of girls.  It's up to you to see if can figure out "Who's Boobs" are who's.  


;)  

New Love

I may have found my new love: A juicer!

It's just so pretty!  And even though I have not mastered the right fruit/veggie mix yet, it has been fun experimenting.  

So here are a few things I have learned:

1. A little celery goes a long way

2. Sometimes it will separate, but drink it anyways

3. Add the really pulpy things last (like a grapefruit)

4. Its really fun to throw things into it without having to chop them up

5. 1 lime makes anything taste like an odd margarita

6. Adding a beet will make you feel like you are drinking blood

Here is what I have made so far:

Monday: Apple, celery, lime, lemon, spinach, orange

Tuesday: Apple, spinach, celery, beet, lemon, ginger

Wednesday: Kiwi, celery, kale, apple, grapefruit

Can you tell I have a lot of a lot of celery, spinach and apples?

And here are a few combos yet to be tried: (as found on Facebook and across the web)

• carrot beet lemon ginger cucumber 
• spinach kale lemon ginger golden beet cucumber fennel pear
• Spinach cucumber kale apple
• carrot/apple/parsley
• 2 Celery,1/2 cuke, 1 ambrosia apple, sliver of ginger, squeeze of lemon, Hendricks gin and a dash of white pepper
• Apple * Carrot * Kale * Ginger
• carrot, apple, celery, ginger, pineapple, cucumber, cilantro

The cocktail looks fun for sure!

4 lbs

So in 4 weeks, I have lost 4 lbs.  Just as designed.  And that's good.
But its true that while it took a long time for it to go on.  You want it off as fast as possible.
But for now, I'm going to just keep truckin'.

I'm not crazy

Ok,
So as part of this new food plan with MyFitnessPal, I needed to measure my neck, waist, and hips.  So I also measured my body in the same spots I did a year ago and the results are, well, what they are.

So on the left is a year ago, and on the right this morning.
Biggest difference, my high waist.  It went from 36" to 43".  Thats an addition of 7 inches!

Can I get a WTF?

I know that my muscles along my rib cage are stronger, but this is going the wrong way.  My stomach is smaller, but I feel like my body which was curvy and lumpy is now going square or pear shape and lumpy.  Not the way I want it to be.  And what is with an extra 2" on my thighs.
Not cool.

But here is hoping that diet is the answer though it may take a genie or guru to find it.  boo!

Well...

That didn't work quite as I expected.
I totally meant to keep up with this blog but am failing horribly.  But I must admit that it has not been because I have not been running or working out.

So here is the schedule that is keeping me oh so sore:
Monday:       Run in the morning, Yoga at night
Tuesday:       Kickboxing at the Y
Wednesday:  Run in the morning, or if I'm as sore as my abs were today, walk to the store for yogurt.
Thursday:     Back to Kickboxing
Friday:          Try for one more run
Weekend:     Long run or bike ride or something totally different, like shopping

Now that I'm starting to get in a rhythm it's time to tackle the food aspect of all of this.  I love food!  And that can make this part hard.  I also work crazy hours and have a co-worker that likes to eat out and is rather picky.

So the plan is to start tracking calories again, using the MyFitnessPal program online and the app on my phone. But I have to find a way for it to become habit so I have to find a good, positive reinforcement instead of a feeling of guilt at that piece of pizza I just ate and the cookie I want to have.  If anyone has suggestions let me know.

Here we go!

2012 and onward!

I've done it.  I've fallen into that classic new blogger state, of thinking about posting that last big thing I did, but waiting on free time, or the pictures, or free time, and never getting around to it.  Well I make one resolution to this blog, I will wait for that stuff no more.  My goal is now to post about whatever is going on with this Fat Bottomed Runner, time or pictures or no!

So moving into 2012 this is what we got.

3 Resolutions:
1. Run 500 Miles this year
2. Run a 1/2 marathon at a 12 minute pace
3. Get under 200lbs and stay there!*

*This is a carry over from last year (and probably a few years before that) but try, try, and try again.

So here's the plan.

M+W+F of 3 miles + long training runs + 1/2 marathon build up + 1/2 marathon =(>) 500 miles

I'm also finally taking my cross training seriously (this should help with numbers 2 & 3 and those pesky shin splints) and I am starting a kick boxing class on T&TH.  And of course yoga with friends on M nights, and whenever I feel I need it and can sneak it in.

Well there you go!  I'm a scheduled and planned girl, but I got miles to go and curves and resolutions keep!

The Marathon

Its taken me over a month to get pictures to post, thus my writing of the marathon has been delayed.  But no more!  Here they are...

It was nearly light when the "W wave" crossed the start line at 7:30am.  We kicked off and headed down through China town, then back South towards the hospital, then North again towards the the start.  I had to pee so bad, that my sister and I stopped just after the first mile.  There were bands and groups every couple of miles to cheer us on.  We passed my mom at mile 5, and then headed out along the water front.  The four of us kept playing an odd game of leap frog, with us catching up and then passing each other as we all kept our own run/walk tempos.  But the youngest among us was not seen (until the finish) after mile 8.  At mile 10 I had to pee yet again!  Mile 11 found the marathoners headed out to the rest of the course and the 1/2 marathoners headed to the finish line.  Mile 11 was also the last time I saw my 3rd sister as she sprinted out in front.  I felt great after I peed and was really feeling strong miles 12, 13, 14, and 15.  Mile 16 is the most challenging part of the course with a mile long uphill trek, but I was still feeling good.  I was making really good time, maintaining a 14 minute mile.  As a jogged across the market in the middle of the St. John's bridge for mile 17, I felt the un mistakable pain of shin splints in my right leg.  My sister and I sorta walk ran for the next mile, but at 18 I knew I would be walking the rest of the way (as fast as I could) and thus my sister went on jogging ahead.  I was walking hard, but every change in terrain had me balling my fists.  Mile 21 was meant to be a relief for runners with a nice downhill stretch, but my shins were just in more pain.  From mile 22 on down I was just chanting the distance left to go.  4.2 to go, 4.2  to go, 4.2 to go...  Mile 24 finally found me crossing back across the water and to the finish line side of things.  But just before mile 25, I found myself, and many other runners, stuck at a railroad crossing as a freight train, slooooowly passed.  I wouldn't let myself sit down for those 10 or 15 minutes for fear of not getting up again.  Once the train was gone and the guardrails raised, we continued on.

Here I am with tears in my eyes at mile 26 or so, hobbling towards the finish line.  I'm wearing a shin splints sleeve on my right leg and it did help, just enough.   I'm sad to say that I didn't even celebrate crossing the finish line.  The professional pictures taken along the course only show me grimacing in pain, so needless to say I did not purchase any of them.  

Our reward for completing the 40th Portland Marathon: a coin, medal, race shirt, finisher shirt, heat blanket, and a chance to sit down.

 Wrapped in a heat blanket, with my leg laid out and my fat butt on the curb.  It felt so good not to have to be moving anymore.  My sister got this cool shot of her feet and my body in the background.

We all made it.  With the medals to prove it!  We were all so tired and after a shower and a bit of food, totally sacked out, sleeping from 10-12 hours a piece.  The drive back to California felt so long and our muscles were so sore.  All I know is that next time there will be more training.

And by next time, I mean, an 1/2 marathon.

I'm just not crazy enough to do the whole thing again!