Today, Chica and I, had a arse kicking run! This run felt more like a workout...it was hills galore. Every time I saw a new hill, no fail, I would curse. Not curse words like darn and poop, but the kind that most people would be embarrassed to say in front of their moms. (I say most, because I have always felt comfy cursing in front of my mom, yeah, we are that close.) This was the hardest workout I've had in a long time. Actually, the last time I felt like this was basic training, circa 2000. Today was hardcore, people! The first hill was so awful (elev. climb of 165 ft.!!!!!) that we took a 5 second pause just to catch our bearings. My lungs felt like they were on FIRE!
Did it feel good? Did it feel great? Yes, yes it did! Will I be sore? Yes, yes I will. But, this was an awesome, incredible start to the last week of our Couch to 5K training program.
Tomorrow is run #2 of the last week...whoa...let me catch my breath a second. Did I just type the word "last"? Oh.My.Odin! I can't believe it... Time indeed does fly when you are having fun. Or in our case when our asses are being kicked by these runs on a weekly basis! Here we are on Week 9 of the C25K program and so far we haven't had any major illnesses or injuries! Woohoo! We decided that after today's workout, tomorrow we will take it easier, easy enough that we can have a conversation but not so easy that we can Facebook while running. I just learned this is called a recovery run. We will have one rest day and then its the final run of this program. The goal: run 3.1 miles. The Hubs and kiddos are coming out to cheer us on along the way and then we will have Chica and her hubster to our house for a huge celebratory breakfast feast! I don't know what the runners community's view on bacon is, but this feast will not happen without it. And none of that Canadian bacon or turkey bacon crap either, we are having the real deal. Its a special occasion and if it's frowned upon it shouldn't be. Those are my two cents!
On the topic of food I will say that I have recently decided that I need to adopt a different mindset when it comes to eating. As I read and research I am finding a common theme which is that healthy and clean eating goes hand in hand with training for this marathon. More accurately, fitness and healthy eating goes hand in hand. One can't exist without the other and if they do one will surely suffer. I don't believe in making New Year's resolutions, because in the past I have seen that I never actually stick with them, so I won't call it a resolution. Instead I will call it newfound resolve to try to eat healthier and really think about what I am using as fuel for my body.
So, the other day I got what I like to call a kick in the pants from the cosmos... About a week ago I stepped on the scale and I weighed in at almost 146 lbs. I am embarrassed, especially since a couple of weeks ago I posted my sacred numbers and if you read that post you know that I have gained weight since that posting. My confession is that I really haven't been faithful with my eating and have had way too many brownies and other things that I am too ashamed to mention publicly. So, while I was not surprised, I was deeply disappointed to see those numbers and it was what I needed to get serious again about my food choices. Well, two days ago we were invited to a birthday/3 Kings Day party in Cabo Rojo and this old man that we were sharing a table with and who had way too many shots of pitoro (moonshine alcohol, I swear the alcohol % is like 1,000% proof - this stuff is killer, I won't go near it) decided in a drunken stupor to be a a*hole and ask me why I had a little belly. My answer was that I had two c-sections and his immature response to that was to twist his face and say, "ewwwwww!" What.The.Hell! In a smart ass move I proceeded to ask him how many c-sections he'd had. Burn!!!! Being a girl and quite self-conscious of my left-over belly chubbiness my feelings were deeply hurt, so much that I lost my appetite. On the way home, I thought about that particular situation and while the old man wildly inappropriate and plain rude, his words did give me the final kicking that I desperately needed. In my lifelong weight loss journey, I realized that I have developed a bad habit. I become relaxed in my weight loss when I see that I have lost 5-10 pounds and basically give up. I think my mind plays tricks on me and thinks, "wooohooo, I lost 5 pounds, I have arrived!", rather than take that weight loss, celebrate a little and just keep going. Even after those atrocious number magically appeared on my scale, I wasn't being as serious as I know I should have been so I would like to think that the universe sent this drunk old man to give me a good talking to. I am throwing bad habits to the wind and bad habits will be no more... I am going to get serious and my sacred numbers will speak for themselves...hopefully.
How do YOU maintain that sweet balance between healthy eating and not completely denying yourself?
Hugs&Love,
Bella
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