Month: September 2010

The intervals suck without the Sound of Music

I wasn’t sure if I was going to work out or rest today so this morning I didn’t pack a gym bag.

At lunch I decided I was going to work out after work. Packed my gym bag with the plan to either run or go to spin.

Well I forgot my ipod and brought the wrong shoes for spin and no towel. 

The old me would have went home. 

Instead I went to the gym and ran without music for 4 miles of intervals and then did some ab work. Wasn’t terrible, but I missed my music.

PS – the intention of my title was to be sung a la “The hills are alive with the Sound of Music”

XL – youth that is

I bought a new dri fit running t-shirt this weekend from the bookstore on campus and I went to what I thought was the women’s rack of shirts and grabbed a Large and an XL. I went and tried them on and the XL fit better. Fine whatever I was ok with buying an XL. Well it wasn’t until I then looked closer at the tag to see it was a YOUTH XL. I bought it anyway and feel extra good about myself!

After some internal debate I decided to post the pictures I took of myself in 14s and 12s at Ann Taylor yesterday – yeah I’m sneaky like that I didn’t tellya that I took pics too!

**Please ignore my white midsection as opposed to my golden/tan arms**

Accomplishments of Friends

One interesting change in my life thanks to my new health and fitness lifestyle is the different types of conversations I have with some of my friends.

I now have people share with me their mileage, their pace, their hopes to run a race, etc.

I love being able to be someone my friends can turn to for support, encouragement and advice when it comes to exercise and good food choices.

Be Your Own Superhero

365to30

the tears that are running down my cheek as i look at these and realize how close i am to the life i’ve always dreamed of is testament to this moment.

and i know that many of the people who follow this tumblog are some of the only people on this planet who can truly understand that. who can understand what its like to honestly feel like you’ve developed a superpower just by stripping away something has held you back for years, decades. and i love you all for getting it.

and those of you that are starting your journey, or working hard through it,fight. fight harder than you’ve ever fought. fight harder than you think you can. find your goal, and then hide anything that makes you doubt that you can get to it. burn whatever is in your way to the fucking ground.

confidence is my new super power. and i didn’t get it from a spider bite. i wasn’t born this way. no mystical creature or deity or alien imparted me with it. i earned this shit. and i fear for the safety of anyone who dares to try and challenge it.

Life as a Motherfucking Lion.

I could not agree more, especially all the parts you bolded.

12 Miles – CHECK

I am currently sopping wet from my run which was midday in 92 degree Alabama heat (not my best planning). I walked a bit more than I would have liked, but between the heat and some dehydration yesterday (I blame attending/screaming at a stellar football game that went in OT) and running with energy gels for the first time (I almost threw up when I had the first one…yuck, but the second one went down a bit smoother later in the run). I would say it wasn’t an all together bad run, but I know I can do better. I really pumped to run in New York weather for my half – battling the heat is always the hardest for me.

Distance: 12.25 miles

Time: 2:31:33

Pace: 12:22 min/mile

Calories burned: 1718

Beep Beep

Yesterday on my run I got honked at and cat called at for the first time as a runner! I’m actually surprised it hasn’t happened sooner (partly due to ego and partly because I’m guilty of honking at cute guys running). Perhaps men in the south are too gentlemanly. Regardless it put an extra spring in my step!

It’s funny though now so many of my student will tell me they saw me running and yet they never honk  HONK AT ME PEOPLE. 

Maybe more people will honk when I run in just a sports bra and shorts ONE DAY – that’s the dream.