Dip-netting

What the heck is with all this wind we've been getting?! It's finally warm enough to NOT have snow, but it's still not even enjoyable to be outside because it's been so windy. I just feel like after the winter we've had, we deserve to have some nice weather.

This morning, I watched a movie with the kids, and then was trying to think of something active we could do. I decided to take them to the Metropark with their bikes, so that they could ride bikes while I got in my five-mile run. I can't fit their bikes in the Jeep, and we don't have a hitch to be able to carry them on the back, so I hoped that my dad would let me use his truck.

The boys rode their bikes to my parents' house while I followed in the car. My dad said I could take the truck if I wanted, but he had been planning to take the kids to the Metropark at around noon to dip net. (Dip-netting is where you drop a big net off of a bridge into the water, and pull it up once in a while to catch fish. I used to do it all the time when I was a kid, and my kids love it now, too.) I like dip-netting because it's more humane than fishing with a hook. The fish don't get hurt, and it's fun to pull up the net to see if you got anything.

The wind was really bad, and I wasn't even sure if the kids would enjoy riding their bikes in the wind like that, so I decided to just go for a run and then go dip-netting afterward with the kids. The kids stayed with my dad while I ran around the neighborhoods to get in five miles at an easy pace.

Five miles is my shortest run of the week, but it felt SO long. I just felt really fatigued, and my legs didn't want to move. Running into the wind wasn't exactly fun, either. I even had to run right past my house (I started the run from my parents' house), and it was tempting to call it quits there. But I finished.

I just really hope that tomorrow's long run feels better than today's run. It's supposed to be windy tomorrow, too, so I may wind up on the treadmill.

After I went home, took a shower, and ate lunch, I headed back over to my parents' house. I decided to drive to the Metropark separately, because I don't like to stay nearly as long as my dad and the kids do. I met them at the park, and instantly wished I'd brought my winter coat and gloves. And a hat. Thankfully, I'd grabbed Jerry's jacket as I was leaving the house, but I wished it was warmer. It was overcast, and the wind had picked up even more, and occasionally, I felt a few raindrops.

They caught a few fish, but didn't keep any of them. My dad brings two nets--one big one for catching fish, and a mini one for catching minnows (to use as bait on a couple of poles). My dad has been dip-netting for his entire life, and he's never caught anything but minnows and tadpoles in the mini net; but today, he managed to catch a huge carp.

Aside from that one, he caught two more in the big net. I thought he said those were carp too, but they look different, so I might be wrong. I'm not a fisherman!

I completed Day 3 of no desserts/sweets. Today was much harder for me than the first two days. I was starving at about 1:30 this afternoon, even after eating lunch, and I kept thinking about ice cream. The day felt like it went by so slowly, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to stick to my challenge today. But I did it--no sweets.

However, I ended up eating way too many almonds! I was feeling really snacky, and kept going back to the pantry and taking a handful. Tomorrow, I'll have to make sure they're locked in my Kitchen Safe, but I feel really full right now from eating too many of them. On a positive note, almonds are healthier than ice cream, and I surely would have been eating ice cream if it wasn't for this challenge ;)

Three days down, and 28 more to go!

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Busy morning

I was really looking forward to using today to catch up on everything I'm behind on--namely, e-mail, laundry, and writing a new training plan for my sister. I didn't have any plans today (other than a six-mile run), so I was ready to get stuff done. And then today ended up being super busy, and I didn't even get a chance to sit down until now (almost 7:00 pm).

We've been having some issues with Eli, and after poking around online, I decided I wanted to take him to the doctor today. He has a pretty bad snoring problem, and I was thinking that the snoring meant he didn't get any quality sleep, and therefore, was very irritable.

Before taking him to the doctor, I had to take care of an issue with our health insurance. I wanted to get this done today, because I didn't want to be thinking about it all weekend. I took the kids to the bus stop, and then right after that I went to the office where I could speak with someone about the insurance. Right after that, I sat in my car in the parking lot and called the pediatrician to see if I could get Eli in today.

They said they could see him in an hour. His school was about a half-hour away, so I immediately went to the school to pick him up. I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and I was starving, so I stopped at a gas station and got a granola bar. Then I picked up Eli, and drove another half-hour back to the doctor's office. Eli was due for a regular check-up anyway, so they did all of that poking and prodding along with checking him out for his snoring issue.

The doctor said that his left nostril is completely blocked, so he can't get any air through there, and that was likely the cause of his snoring. His tonsils weren't too large, so she didn't mention removing them or anything. She gave him a script for a nasal spray to try for a couple of weeks, and if that doesn't help him breathe better, she'll refer him to an otolaryngologist (wow, I spelled that right on the first try!).

He had to get blood drawn, so I took him to the lab, which is next door to the pediatrician, and then I took him back to school. I realize this is a very long and drawn out story, and there really isn't a point to it--I just ended up having a very busy morning ;)

I ate lunch, and then did my run in the afternoon. I just did a six-mile out-and-back route. During the last mile, I decided to throw in some strides, just for the heck of it. Strides are very short (about 50-100 meters) bursts of speed. My legs felt springy, and it felt good to run hard just for a moment at a time. I looked at my Garmin and actually saw a 5:22 pace for one of them! Granted, it was for all of 10 seconds. And then it took me a good 3-4 minutes to recover from it, haha.

I took a little detour on the way home, because there was some traffic and it was hard to cross the street where I normally do, so I just kept going straight. I ended up doing almost an extra half-mile.

My splits were super consistent until I did the strides. I didn't even realize it at the time, because I was trying not to look at my watch.

This afternoon, I was putting away some clothes when I realized that a lot of the clothes in the kids' closets are too small now, and that led to me sorting and organizing their dressers and closets. I wound up with a few garbage bags of clothes to donate. It always feels so nice to get rid of stuff.

I never did end up getting to my email, but hopefully I'll catch up this weekend. Day two of no dessert went well. I was tempted to get an ice cream cone from McDonald's while I was out (I love them, and they're only 5 PointsPlus); then after dinner, I (once again) wanted something sweet. I've realized that after dinner is when my sweet tooth starts nudging me to have dessert. I decided to clean out the litter box--which never fails to make me lose my appetite! Phoebe was grateful...

I just love it when the cats roll onto their backs and practically beg me to pet their bellies :)

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Pushing through the nausea

I woke up after having the strangest dream this morning, and I was so sure that it was real. I dreamed that I had to match my running clothes to my pajamas for my morning run, and it was really important to get it right! When I woke up, I felt very anxious about it, and kept trying to remember exactly what the instructions were. After a few minutes, I realized it was, in fact, a very weird dream ;)

Today was Day 1 of no sweets, and it went pretty well! I ate a banana right when I got up, and then after I got the kids off to school, I made breakfast. I was craving Brussels sprouts (yes, Brussels sprouts), so I had them as a side with cheese grits. I normally wouldn't have eaten so much before a run, especially a tempo run, and it came back to bite me later.

I had plans to get together with Jessica at noon, so I knew I had to start my run by 9:30--not much time to digest my breakfast. Today I had a half-marathon-pace run on the schedule: 1 mile warm-up with 5 miles at half-marathon pace. Last week, I had the same run, and my splits (after the warm-up) were: 8:55, 9:01, 8:57, 8:54, and 8:51. Today, I wanted to see if I could do them a little bit faster; not much, but enough to improve a little.

It was so nice outside! I wore capris and a t-shirt, and felt great. Unfortunately, it was really windy, which made me feel like I was working much harder than I was. I ran a mile to warm-up, and then picked up the pace. I was trying to keep my pace under 8:55-ish. Running into the wind was hard, but I kept reminding myself that once I turned around, it would be a breeze (literally).

It did feel a lot better, and I didn't feel like I was working so hard. But then, at around mile four, I got really nauseous. My stomach felt awful, and I knew it was from my large breakfast. My pace slowed to about 9:10, and I almost decided to take a walk break (something I never do!). But I told myself that I was going to push hard through this run, and I would either A) throw-up, and then give myself permission to walk home, or B) push through the nausea, and make myself hold pace.

Thankfully, the nausea only lasted about a quarter mile, and once I felt a little better, I was so glad that I pushed through it! I would have been really bummed about the run all day if I'd quit early. I managed to pick up the pace a little more for the last mile, and I finished feeling good--but totally wiped out. I can't believe how hard this pace feels now! My long run pace was faster than this a year ago. For a 1:50 half marathon (my goal for November), I'll have to run an 8:24 pace. Yikes!

My splits were faster than last week, but my heart rate was also quite a bit higher--probably due to the wind. I always feel good after my runs on Thursdays, because I don't have another "hard" run until Tuesday. Getting my Tuesday and Thursday runs done always feels like a big accomplishment! It feels kind of like crossing a mini finish line.

I took a quick shower, and then got ready to go meet Jessica at Panera for lunch. I used to get together with Jessica and Renee quite a bit, but this winter was so rough, I didn't really see my friends much. I've missed them! Hopefully I'll get together with Renee soon, too.

At Panera, I ordered a bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup, with 2 oz. baguette, and a cup of fresh fruit--8 PointsPlus total. I was going to take a picture, but I realized that I'd left my phone at home. The soup was really good! Normally, I get Black Bean, but the Chicken Noodle sounded good today. Jessica and I chatted for a couple of hours, and it felt really good to catch up.

I stayed pretty busy until dinnertime, so I didn't have horribly cravings for sweets or anything. I made a frittata for dinner, and immediately afterward, I wanted something sweet. Normally, I would have had a couple of pieces of chocolate, or a lemon bar or something. Instead, I decided to sit down and write my blog post, and Jerry made me a cup of tea. Jerry decided to give up coffee (along with sweets) this month, so he had a cup of tea, too. He enjoyed the tea (David's "Coffee Cake" flavor), but he said he missed his coffee.

One day down, and just 30 days to go without sweets! ;)

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May challenge

I was pretty much expecting to see a five-pound gain on the scale this morning, after the weekend I had. I ate out a few times, and I went WAY over my points on Sunday at Jeanie's party. At best, I expected to have gained about two pounds, but five was more likely.

I think maybe the extra mileage I've been putting in has helped out, because I was very surprised to see that I didn't gain anything this week. I didn't lose, but I didn't gain, either.

After getting the kids off to school, I headed to Weight Watchers. I knew I wasn't anywhere near goal, so I just weighed in with my shoes on. I used to always weigh in with shoes, but I stopped doing it when my weight got very close to goal, because I didn't want to be over goal.

Anyway, I was disappointed to see that Glenda (my leader) wasn't there today. She was home sick, so there was a different woman who led the meeting today. She was very nice, and I felt bad for her--shortly after she started the meeting, a woman walked in, looked at her, and rudely said, "OH, Glenda's not here? I'm leaving then!" The leader (I forget her name) just said, "Glenda is great--I would probably choose her over me, too!"

I find myself really looking forward to seeing the "regulars" at the meetings each week. There are a few Lifetime members, which is nice; I like to hear how they do with maintenance, and all the ups and downs that go with it.

Today, the meeting topic was about plateaus. I've never really experienced a genuine plateau. If my weight stays the same, it's always been because I didn't measure my portions, or I went over my points or calories, etc. I think a plateau is when you're doing everything RIGHT, and the weight stops coming off for a while.

One of the things that the leader mentioned, which I whole-heartedly agreed with, is that when things are feeling stale, it can really help to go back to square one and pretend you're a new member. Set fresh goals and go back to measuring food to make sure you're getting the right portions. I've had to do that lots of times, and it really does help to change my mindset!

Speaking of goals, I decided I am going to go ahead and give up sweets for the month of May. I'm not giving up sugar altogether; just desserts/sweets. No cakes, cookies, candy, etc. But I put a teaspoon of sugar in my tea every day, and I don't consider that a dessert, so I'll still have that. I also won't give up items that contain sugar, but aren't dessert--like ketchup, jam, and cereal.

It's going to be really difficult for me--I love my desserts! But I really like focusing on one particular challenge. In February, I challenged myself to get in 10,000 steps per day, and that was at the forefront of my mind. Since it's "just" 31 days, I should be able to give up dessert for the month of May!

I decided to go for another goal of mine, too--I'm going to train for a sub-1:50 half-marathon this fall. It's definitely shooting for the moon, but I'm hoping that by writing it, I'll follow through and push my hardest to do it (or at least come close) ;)  My goal race will be the Monroe Half Marathon on November 9th--that's my hometown race, and it's very small--which is good for a PR. My current PR is 1:52:07, from 2013. I was about 131 pounds when I ran that half, and losing this extra weight would definitely help me get back to that sort of speed again.

Once I complete the Heartbreak Hill Hat Trick on June 7 & 8, I'm going to take a a week or so off, then do a few weeks of easy training, and then start with the training for a 1:50 half marathon. It's going to be tough, but I feel ready to push myself hard again! I'm actually looking forward to it.

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Spring has sprung! (finally)

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain pouring outside. It wasn't a light rain, either. I had been hoping to do my strength run outside today, because last week, I did it on the treadmill. I like running in the rain, but not when it's coming down ridiculously hard--and not for 8.5 miles, which was on the schedule today.

The kids got up a little too early, so we watched Cutthroat Kitchen before they had to start getting ready for school. I'd never seen that show until just recently, but it's a great show! I really like Alton Brown, so I love that he hosts it.

Anyway, after I got the kids off to school, I had to hurry and get on the treadmill. I had plans to meet my friend Andrea at 10:00, and I knew my run would take an hour and fifteen minutes or so. Today's plan:

-1 mile warm-up
-3 repeats of the following:
    -2 miles at 8:45-ish pace
    -1/2 mile recovery jog

I set the treadmill at 6.0 mph for the warm-up, and then decided to do the intervals at an 8:34 pace instead (7.0 instead of 6.9 mph). I ran at that speed for about a half mile before I decided to switch it back. Not that it made a huge difference, but I wasn't feeling as good today as I was last week.

I really wanted to quit early--just do one or two repeats and call it a day. But quitting early would have made me feel bad all day about it, because I knew I was perfectly capable of finishing. It wasn't until five miles in that I started to feel pretty good. Still, I was happy when I was done!

I took a quick shower, and then headed over to my friend Andrea's house. We used to get together for tea sometimes, but it had been over a year since we'd done that. We made some tea and chatted for a couple of hours. She's been through quite a bit over the past year, and it was nice to catch up.

By the time I left Andrea's, the sun was shining and it was really warm outside! It finally feels like spring around here. I love being able to open up the windows in the house. Estelle has been loving the sunshine, too. She knows better than to get up on the dining table, but today she figured it was worth sneaking up there.

Tomorrow, I have Weight Watchers in the morning. I wish I could say that I'm hopeful for a great weigh-in, but I went way over my points on Sunday. I also went out to eat a few times this week, just because of my sister being in town and going to Toledo for the race. So I'm not sure where my weight will be tomorrow, but if it's up, I know it's because of the weekend. I don't have anything else going on until June, so hopefully I can keep it together ;)

I was thinking about coming up with some sort of goal for May. I actually like challenging myself to something for a short amount of time. I'm toying with the idea of giving up sweets for the month--that would be the hardest thing I could do! But I think I could probably do it for a month. I'll give it some thought tomorrow and hopefully come up with a plan. If not the sweets challenge, maybe I'll do a no-eating-out challenge. We've been eating out a little too often lately, so it would be good to quit that. I think this nice weather lately has been making me feel ambitious!

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Glass City Marathon Relay race report

I feel much more refreshed after a good night's sleep last night. I had such a busy weekend with my family! It was so much fun, and I didn't even have a spare moment to write a blog post. If I don't post on my blog, I still usually post on social media--Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram--because that only takes a second. But anyway, I will recap the weekend here, which could end up being a pretty lengthy post!

Friday:
My sister, Jeanie, and her friend, Jen, drove in from Illinois. We, along with my mom, Jerry, and the kids, went to La Pita for dinner. Jeanie always likes to eat there when she's in Michigan for a visit. On Friday evening, Jeanie, Jen, and I went to a local bar to play Keno. The only time I've ever gambled has been with my sister! It was a fun, low-key evening.

Saturday:
I did my long run Saturday morning, 12 miles, because I knew I wouldn't be able to do it on Sunday. When I got home, I took a shower and packed up my stuff for the race, and then headed down to Toledo with Jeanie, Jen, Audrey, and Debbie (Jeanie's friends). We met up with Cathy (another of Jeanie's friends), Jerry, and Nathan (my little brother).

We went to the Glass City Marathon race expo to pick up our packets. Jeanie was running the full marathon, and there were five of us running the relay at her pace--Audrey, Jen, Debbie, Nathan (who took Cathy's place on the relay team because Cathy injured her back), and me--so she would have one of us by her side for the entire length of the marathon.

Jeanie had booked hotels in Toledo for us to stay on Saturday night. The race's start was going to be bright and early at 7:00 Sunday morning, so we didn't want to have to fight traffic or anything trying to get there. We checked into the hotels, and then headed over to an Italian restaurant called Biaggi's for dinner, where we met up with some of Shawn's family (Shawn is Jeanie's husband, my brother-in-law).

I've been SO excited for Jeanie to run this race! She started running in November 2012 in order to run the Runs for Cookies Virtual 5K on my birthday in January 2013. Once she ran the 5K, she decided to keep going on to train for a 10K, since she was already halfway there. And after that, she ran her first half-marathon (I went out there to surprise her and run it with her, which was so fun!). Eventually, she made the big decision to go for a full marathon--the 2014 Glass City Marathon in Toledo.

I helped her train through it all, and hoped that she'd have a great experience with it. My first marathon sucked, so I wanted hers to be completely different. She had the idea to put together a relay team to run with her, which worked out really well! She would run the entire course, and each member of our relay team would run a leg of the course with her. After 18 weeks of marathon-specific training, she was as prepared as she was going to get for this race.

Sunday:
I got absolutely zero sleep in the hotel, and was ready to hit the road at 6:00 Sunday morning. Jeanie was a little nervous, but she was handling everything very well. She was just anxious to get started. We got the relay team ready to go, and then Jeanie and Audrey went to the starting line (Audrey was doing the first 5 miles with Jeanie). The rest of the team went to the first checkpoint--to cheer on the runners and to wait for Jeanie and Audrey to show up.

I made a couple of signs to hold up at the exchanges while we cheered:

Jeanie is a big Breaking Bad fan... hence the "Yeah, B*tch!" reference ;)
I swapped out the pink number at each exchange to reflect the actual number
of miles left.

Then we started watching the runners come through. I was on the lookout for Dean, from my Ragnar SoCal team, because I knew he was aiming for a sub-2:00 half-marathon. We saw him go by, and I saw he was right on pace for his goal. I also hoped to see Jessica, because I knew she was running the half. I wasn't sure what pace she'd be running, but she she must have been just behind Dean (she ended up finishing in 2:02). I missed seeing her, though.

Just after the 4:40 pacer (which is who Jeanie planned to follow for the first two legs), we saw Jeanie and Audrey. Audrey handed off the relay belt to Jen, while Jeanie, in great spirits, waved to us.

I felt much less nervous after I saw Jeanie go through, because she looked fantastic! She seemed like she was feeling really good, and everything was going well. Of course, she still had 21 miles to go at that point. ;)

We drove to the next exchange point to wait--Jen's leg was 6.1 miles, so we had a little over an hour. Jeanie and Jen followed the 4:40 pacer, and when we saw Jeanie at mile 11, she was looking awesome. She even said that she hadn't even started running yet (my friend Ty had told Jeanie once that marathoners don't even "really start to run" until after mile 10. Jeanie didn't really understand what she meant by that, but during marathon training, it clicked for her).

Jen handed the belt to Debbie. Debbie was really worried about running with Jeanie, because her pace is about 11:30/mile, and she didn't want to slow Jeanie down. But Jeanie told her it was completely fine, and they would run at Debbie's pace. So they let the pacer get a lead, and Jeanie and Debbie ran together for her leg, which was 4.4 miles. Jeanie technically didn't have a time goal, but she hoped for sub-5:00 (and, secretly, sub-11:00 average pace).

Meanwhile, the rest of the team went to the next exchange to wait, and Nathan got ready to run. He looked awesome in his (oh so manly) tutu ;)

We saw the 4:40 pacer come and go, and then we started looking for Jeanie and Debbie. My parents showed up with the kids, so there was a pretty big group of us at each exchange point on the course--the relay team, my parents, my kids, Jerry, Cathy, Shawn, and Shawn's family.  It wasn't too much later that we saw Jeanie and Debbie--Debbie was SO proud because she ran sub-11:00 miles! Jeanie knew she'd be behind the 4:40 pacer, and she was totally okay with that. She was still on course for a sub-5:00 finish time.

Once Nathan was running his leg with Jeanie (5.1 miles), I got ready for my leg--the final leg--of 5.3 miles. I knew that around the 20-mile mark, Jeanie would start feeling really tired and run down, so I had warned Nathan of that, and how to handle it. Jeanie's pace slowed a little, but not by much. She never stopped running! They had some really strong wind through those miles, but she pushed through it.

At the final exchange, I was getting really nervous. I just hoped that Jeanie was still feeling good. I kept looking around the bend, hoping to see a glimpse of Nathan's tutu. I saw the 4:40 pacer come and go, and a few minutes later, I saw them...

Nathan was obviously very shy in his tutu, and didn't ham it up or anything ;) Nathan passed me the belt, and I fell into step beside Jeanie. She was listening to headphones, but I asked her quickly how she was feeling and I did a quick once over on how she looked. She said she was getting tired, and her pace had slowed, but she didn't have any major issues--no real pain, no stomach problems, etc.

Jeanie was extremely organized in how she planned to handle fueling during the race. She followed every bit of advice I gave her, and it had worked out really well (to my relief! haha). She stuck with her plan for the Gu/ShotBloks/Gatorade. I passed on the water stations, because I didn't need it for a five-mile run, but there were some people who set up a makeshift beer station with PBR in Dixie cups. I was definitely game for that! ;)

I glanced at Jeanie every so often to see how she was doing. Her pace was around 11:15/mi at that point, so I knew she'd finish sub-5:00. She never complained, or said she was tired, or stopped to walk, or anything. I was completely shocked at how well she was doing during the last five miles! With two miles left, I sent a quick text to Jen to let her know how much longer. About a mile out, Jeanie took off her headphones, and was maintaining a really steady pace.

We started to talk about the finish line, and I didn't want her to get photobombed at the last minute (I hate when people sprint the last few yards and wind up right in front of you for a finish line photo). I wanted her to have a very clear picture of her crossing that finish line! She said she wanted us to hold hands and raise our arms as we crossed.

When we saw the finish line, and ran in that last tenth of a mile, Jeanie started to tear up, which made me start to tear up. We raised our arms and had a great finish!

Jeanie immediately started crying, and almost forgot to accept her medal ;)  It was so emotional to watch her hug everyone--everybody was so proud, and there were lots of tears all around.

We took some pictures before heading home for the after party.

I took a quick shower at home, and then went to my parents' house where we were having an after party. Dean, and his wife, Mandy, came up there, too, so it was fun to get to spend time with them.

Dean crushed his sub-2:00 goal, by the way--finishing in 1:57!! My dad made fried fish, and we had a bunch of other food and drinks there. I'd also gotten a cake from Monica's:

It was too cold to be outside, so we just sat around and talked inside. My older brother, Brian, came in from Minnesota, and it was awesome having all three of my siblings in one spot. That only happens a couple of times a year. My mom wanted to get some pictures of us together, and they ended up turning out so great!

I wish the marathon had been Saturday, instead of Sunday, because we had to make it an early night to get the kids in bed for school today. We hung out over there until 8:30, and then we came home. It was an awesome day to cap an amazing weekend!

My sister's results:

She finished in 4:47:41! That's faster than my SECOND marathon. She did so awesome--she really couldn't have had a better race experience, I don't think. She said she highly recommends choosing a first marathon that offers a relay option, so you can have your friends by your side to help you through it. It made the time and distance go by so much faster. I'm going to ask my sister if she'll write a guest post about the race and her training.

I'm SUPER proud of my sister for all the sacrifices she's made in training for this race. She followed her running schedule right to the tee, and was extremely dedicated to her training. Tomorrow, she's off to vacation at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico--the perfect reward for all her hard work!

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Uber busy weekend

I'm so sorry that I've been MIA for a few days. I've been super busy with my family, and haven't had a single moment to write. I planned to write a post tonight about the Glass City Marathon (my sister did the full, and I did the relay), but I feel really stressed out about getting up a post (lots of people have been asking if I'm okay because I haven't posted). The whole thing was amazing, and I don't want to rush through the post, so I'm going to save it for tomorrow, and hold off on Motivational Monday until next week.

I did post a lot on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram this weekend, so I'm okay--promise! I just need a moment to catch my breath from a busy weekend. Thanks for thinking of me! ;)

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Oh, deer!

I got a text from my brother, Brian, this morning, asking if I could take him and Becky to the airport at 10:30. The only thing I really had to do today was get in my half-marathon-pace run, so I asked if he would mind watching the boys while I ran for an hour. I love that it's so light out early in the mornings now; I don't have to wait around to head out for a run.

I took the kids to my parents' house, where Brian was staying, and then headed out. I was aiming for five miles at my target half-marathon pace, which would be 9:00-9:10, maybe a little faster if I felt up to it. I added a mile as a warm-up, and just ran that at a comfortable pace.

The road I was running on is parallel to a barbed-wire fence that runs the perimeter of a nuclear power plant. On the inside of the fence, there are a lot of deer that live there (pretty happily, because they don't have to worry about hunters or cars). A lot of people even toss fruits and vegetables over the fence to feed them. Anyway, I saw a very young deer on the other side of the fence--she had somehow gotten out of the perimeter fence, and was on the side near the road. 

She saw me and panicked. She started running along the fence, directly parallel to me, keeping the same pace as me. As she ran, she kept bucking the whole right side of her body up against the fence, trying to find a spot to get through to the other side. I felt so bad for her! I wished I could lead her to an open spot, but I didn't know of one (the fence is pretty secure, for obvious reasons). 

She ran along parallel to me for nearly a half-mile, and then I think she decided to give up. She stopped running, and when she turned, I saw that her whole right side was raw and bleeding from throwing herself against the fence. I felt absolutely horrible, but I didn't want to panic her even more, causing her to run into the road or something. I just hoped she'd find her way back inside the perimeter.

Right then, my watched beeped to signal a mile, so I picked up the speed to my target pace. I turned onto my usual route, but saw a loose black lab in the yard that I was going to run by, so I turned around and took a different route. Taking a different route meant a lot of running on the gravel shoulder of the road, which sucks when you're trying to run at a decent pace. I ran on the road when I could, but then I had to keep jumping onto the shoulder when a car came. If nothing else, my ankles got a good balance workout!

When I got back near the fence, I was on the lookout for the deer. I didn't want to scare her, but it was the only way back home. I was completely relieved that there was no sign of the deer (so at least I know she didn't get hit by a car, and she wasn't still stuck on the outside of the fence). I'm assuming she finally found an opening to get back through the fence.

When I hit mile 6, I saw that my average pace (with my warm-up included) was 9:01. I was still almost a quarter-mile from my parents' house because of the detour I took, so I decided to see if I could run fast enough to drop the average pace to 8:59. I ran under a 7:30 pace, for that short little part, and stopped the watch once I was back at my parents' house. Average pace was 8:58 :)

I felt really good about that run! Lately, I've been trying to do my "easy runs" at a truly easy pace, where I almost feel like it's too slow; that way, I can save my energy for my tougher runs. When I got home, I compared today's run with last week's, which was the exact same (one mile warm-up, five miles at HM pace). In comparison, my heart rate was slightly lower today, and my splits slightly faster, so that's a good thing. I hope to see the same improvements next week, too. It feels good to get excited about running again, and see my pace improve.

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Andrea, the captain of the Ragnar Relay Cape Cod team that I was supposed to run with, is looking for replacements for Caitlin and me, since we're unable to go now. So if you've ever wanted to do a Ragnar, this is the perfect opportunity! The race is May 9-10, starting in Hull, MA, and ending in Provincetown. 

You wouldn't have to worry about any of the organizational work--Andrea, as captain, is taking care of all of that. You would just have to be prepared to show up, run, and have a blast! She said that pace isn't an issue, so don't worry about feeling "too slow" to do it. I'm so bummed I can't do this race, because I've heard it's a great course! If you are interested in running with them, you can contact Andrea at: agellen7377 (at) gmail (dot) com.

The last two Ragnars I've run have been with a team that I just met the day before the race--something completely out of my comfort zone, but I had the time of my life! I've never met this team for Cape Cod, but I imagine it would be the same. So I'd love to see someone step out of his/her comfort zone and give it a try :)

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Origami Owl

Thank you all so much for the kind comments on my post yesterday! I was really nervous to post it, and like with most of those types of confessions, I felt a million times better after writing about it. It feels kind of overwhelming to be this far "gone" and having to start over, but in reality, I'm not starting over at all! I'm still over 100 pounds down from my starting weight.

I almost forgot that I was going to do a Wednesday Weigh-in post today, because I haven't done one in so long. But I did it:

I'm down 2.5 pounds from last week. I wish it were down more, but I'm just glad that it's going in the right direction. One weigh-in at a time.

Today was my weekly Weight Watchers meeting, and my mom decided that she was going to join, so I asked if she wanted to come to my meeting with me because I really like Glenda, my leader. My older brother, Brian, is in town for a couple of days, so he and Becky, his fiancé, volunteered to watch the kids while my mom and I went to the meeting.

I weighed in and paid my dues, and then waited while my mom filled out the registration. April, the woman who I usually sit next to at the meetings, reached Lifetime today, so I was really excited for her!

Today's meeting topic was: "Enjoy Every Bite"--meaning to eat without distractions so that you are more satisfied with less food. This is one area that I should probably work on, but honestly, I really don't care to. I like to eat breakfast while I read blog comments and email, and then watch a TV show during lunch. For dinner, I do sit down with the family at the table to eat, so I don't eat with distractions there; but my snacks are also eaten while I'm doing something else. I don't eat too fast or too much (unless it's a binge), but I don't really enjoy doing nothing but eating.

I had a strength run on the schedule yesterday: 4 x 1.5 miles at half-marathon pace minus 10 seconds per mile, with 800-meter recovery jogs. Tack on a one-mile warm-up, and that was a nine-mile run ahead of me. Good ol' Hansons Half Marathon Method!

Since I switched my half-marathon training to reflect a 2:00 time, that would make half-marathon pace 9:00-9:10/mile. Which meant my 1.5 mile intervals should be done at about 8:50-9:00 pace. I didn't have anyone to watch the kids while I ran, so I had to do it on the treadmill. Thankfully, intervals go by pretty fast on the 'mill.

My run looked like this:

-1 mile warm-up at 6.0 mph (10:00/mi)
-4 repeats of the following:
     -1.5 miles at 6.9 mph (8:41/mi)
     -0.5 miles at 5.5 mph (10:54/mi)

Whenever I do intervals, I always try to think of which is the lesser of two evils: several short and fast ones, or just a few long and slower ones. I usually prefer the one that I'm not doing in that moment ;) It reminds me of when I was a kid, and my dental hygienist would ask me if I wanted my fluoride rinse in "four short ones" (30 seconds each) or "two long ones" (one minute each). That stuff tasted SO HORRIBLE that I had such a hard time deciding which was worse. I still had to swish it the same amount of time, regardless, so it wasn't like I had much of a choice!

Anyway, I felt really good after a great interval run yesterday. I was tempted to quit the intervals and just do an easy run instead, but I stuck it out and did what was on my plan for the day, so I felt like I earned my rest day today ;)

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I went to the post office today to check the PO Box I'd set up for Mark's cards. I've only checked it once since Mark died, and it was hard then to see a few cards for him. But I decided to keep the box to use for blogging stuff, so I went today and there was a small package in there, addressed to me. I was stunned when I opened it!

It's an Origami Owl locket! Kathi, a designer for Origami Owl and reader of my blog, read about Mark's story and wanted to send me a locket as a gift. She sent a note explaining why she chose each of the charms she put inside. I was especially touched by the smiley face, which she said was to remind me of Mark's sweet smile.

I absolutely LOVE the necklace and everything it represents. I'd seen these before, and even put the bug in Jerry's ear about possibly getting me one for Mother's Day. The cat, the wine bottle, and the running shoe were three of the charms I'd picked out, even! I can definitely see myself buying these as gifts for people--I love that it can be so personal. Here is a link to Kathi's site, and Kathi's info on her business card:

(Kathi, I absolutely love the necklace, and I hope you don't mind that I shared all this!)

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I'm getting so excited for the Glass City Relay this weekend! My sister is coming into town on Friday. On Saturday, we're going to dinner in Toledo (the same place as last year), and then staying in a hotel close to the starting line. The race is at 7:00 on Sunday morning, and Jeanie will probably finish around noon. Then we're going to my parents' house for an after-party. Should be a fun weekend!

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Getting real with myself

I'm not sure if anyone has noticed, but I've been pretty vague about posting actual numbers when it comes to my weight lately. I've gained. And I haven't hidden that fact, but I haven't exactly been writing openly about it, either. 

I can remember the exact moment that it started, too: I was at the hospital with Mark, and he offered me a piece of chocolate. I started to explain that I couldn't have it, because I had to count my points, etc., when I realized how ridiculous I sounded. Mark, who was lying in a hospital bed, dying, offered me an innocent piece of chocolate. I thought about how petty it was to worry about something like weight when he was suffering with cancer!

At that moment, I decided that I wasn't going to worry about numbers or counting my points, or anything like that. I wanted to just enjoy life while I still could! I didn't want to binge; but I didn't want to worry about everything I ate, either.

For a while, I did pretty well without counting. I wasn't bingeing, or overeating; I ate a couple of pieces of candy with Mark, and I never felt guilty. My weight stayed the same, around 139--that was over my goal by 6 pounds, but I honestly wasn't bothered by that, as long as I didn't continue gaining.

In early February, shortly after my birthday, I had my first binge in a long time. That's when the weight gain began, and I really started to feel out of control. I was constantly telling myself, "I'll start fresh tomorrow", and then later, "I'm going to San Diego soon, so I'll start over after that." I had wanted to be in great shape for San Diego, but I was starting to feel like there was no hope of ever getting back on track.

Through all of this, I was feeling really depressed. This was another thing I hadn't wanted to write much about (one of the downsides to having family members/friends read my blog is that I don't feel like I can be as open about sensitive subjects like that). This winter took a REALLY difficult toll on me--the kids were home from school with about 16 snow days, Jerry was working every single day, it was too cold and too snowy to go outside, and the roads were too bad to drive anywhere. I had to do my running on the treadmill day after day, so I wasn't getting any fresh air or time to myself (sans kids). My weight was up, and I felt like I was just one cookie away from returning to my old 253-pound self.

I didn't see my friends very often, and it wasn't their fault for lack of trying; I just didn't care to see anybody. The only person I really saw was Mark, and when I discovered he was on his last few days, I felt devastated. The only time I really felt better was when I was eating, and that made me feel like the "old me". 

My running was definitely suffering from the weight gain and depression. My pace continued to get slower as my weight got higher. I even skipped a few runs here and there, which was completely unlike me. I started to get very, very worried that by next year, I'd be 253-pound inactive, unhealthy Katie. I've had my ups and downs over the past four years, but this time felt so much worse.

The trip to San Diego for Ragnar SoCal couldn't have come at a better time in my life! I made it a goal that I was going to have a blast in SoCal, forgetting all of my worries, and when I returned, I would focus hardcore on getting back to my fit, healthy self--mentally and physically. The day I left for SoCal, I really didn't want to get on the scale, but I did it; I wanted that starting point. The day I left, the scale read 148.

I had more fun than I even imagined I would--my Sole Mates team is amazing, and spending a few days in sunny SoCal with them did more for me than anything else could have. I didn't binge while I was there, but I also didn't give a single thought or care to what I was eating and drinking--and still, I don't regret any of it. It was all worth whatever gain I had while I was there!

Thomas and me at the finish line in SoCal--I don't think
I look terrible, but I can definitely see the weight gain.

When I returned home, I "knew" the damage was going to be terrible. I was looking through my teammates pictures of the trip, and I could definitely see the extra weight I'd packed on (not just from the trip, but in comparison to where I was in the fall). I was mentally preparing myself to see a scary number, but I told myself that it didn't matter. When I got on the scale, I was a little surprised to see that I'd only gained 3 pounds in California, bringing my weight to 151. I had sworn I would never see the 150's again, so I was disappointed to see that number; but I wasn't feeling as depressed as I had been before going to California.

First thing, I made sure to get back on plan with my running schedule. I didn't want to skip runs, or cut them short, or anything like that. So I followed the plan right to the letter, and I've been following it ever since I got home. That was a big weight off my shoulders! I had been worried that I'd start skipping more runs, and eventually, stop running altogether. (Maybe that's a little dramatic, but it was definitely on my mind).

And eight days ago, I went back to counting points very meticulously. My weight when I started doing that? This is hard to type: 154. I had gained 15 pounds from February 1st to April 14th! When I had joined Weight Watchers in September 2012, my starting weight was 156. It was so hard to see that I was just two pounds away from being there again.

Tomorrow, I'd like to start doing my Wednesday Weigh-in again. I kept hoping that I'd get my weight back down before posting it again, but the longer I avoid it, the less likely it will be that I actually do it. Getting on the scale at Weight Watchers in early March was really hard, because I was no longer a "free Lifetime" member. So my first goal is to be a free member again. 

I've been doing well for the past eight days--I haven't gone over my points at all, and I've stuck to my running schedule. I came home from California a much happier person, and I've been reaching out to a few friends to hopefully reconnect. The weather we've had for the past week or so has been wonderful for my mood! I feel like I'm starting to get back to the person I was in the early fall. 

The hardest part about all of this is just admitting it. I've been wanting to write this post, but dreading it at the same time. Every time I get an email or comment telling me that I'm an inspiration, I feel a big sense of guilt, and I just don't want it to seem like I'm hiding anything. Right now, I'm feeling very confident that I will get back to goal over the next 3-4 months. Mentally, I'm feeling like I've done a 180 from where I was even a month ago. 

I know that a lot of you, my readers, struggle like this sometimes as well; and I appreciate the emails and comments that assure me I'm not alone! It's not the first time I've struggled, and I'm sure it won't be the last. But thank you all for being here for me, even if you hadn't realized it!

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