Room 101.

I've figured it out.  I found out what is in Room 101.  And much like Winston discovered, the thing in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.  My Room 101 - it is full of sugar.  You read that correctly.  Sugar.  Sugar is probably my own worst fear.  My worst nightmare.  How can something so small, so inanimate have such amazing power over one person?  I don't understand.  I'd probably survive having my face gnawed off by rats easier than being locked in a room full of processed, chemical ridden, sugar based food.

It has been a challenging week.  I was overtired before Monday even started.  Busy weekend.  Every minute packed full.  My food started to slip on Saturday.  I don't remember my snap point, but I do know that by Sunday afternoon - I was eating macaroni salad and chicken katsu at a little Hawaiian joint in Palmdale.  Long Sunday, no time to prepare food for the week.  I ate a bag of Trader Joe's sweet potato chips for breakfast and lunch yesterday.  Fajitas for dinner.  Late night again.  And today - well, the downward spiral continued.  And the downward spiral included a cupcake at lunch and two mini butterfinger bars after dinner.  I feel yuck.  Stiff.  Sore tummy.  I knew it.  I know better.

I went to Monster Fitness last night to look at pricing.  I was immediately turned off.  That rank smell of Globogym.  CrossFit, you have spoiled me so.  The music was so loud, I could barely hear the 100 pound muscleless sales lady trying to explain how great all the classes were.  Machines were empty.  That was a change from a typical Globogym at rush hour.  We passed by about 20 people dangling off their own TRX.  I couldn't quite understand how some of the moves they were doing were natural, realistic, or relevant to improving oneself.  I'm not in a position to judge right now, but man, oh man... I was just irked.  The boxing class was so-so.  Boxing is a good workout.  But not when your'e in a room with 30 other people and one instructor that probably can't see you.  What in the world do you get from that?  When "Briana" asked if I had any questions, I inquired about their rowing machine.  She said they had one, pointed to it, then mentioned that only two people in the entire gym ever use it.  I don't know what kind of quality the machine was... it was definitely not a C2.  "Briana" then told me she tried it for about a minute and that was just too much for her.  Needless to say, I won't be returning to Monster Fitness anytime soon. 

I had a dream last night I was exercising.  My body is mad at me.  I can tell.  Now I have to get off my rear end and either get to WODing in the garage or paying a hefty premium and working out in Palmdale.  I miss CrossFit CalCity.  But I don't miss the daily drive.  (sigh) 

I know this was more of a gripe fest than anything.  I guess that's what's happens when I'm on sugar overload.  So here's my next goal - the next blog post will be action based.  What did I do to escape my room 101?  And what am I doing to move my body again?  At least I'm still on the journey... even if I AM getting dragged behind the wagon from which I fell.

Off to bed.  If nothing else, I can at least get 8 hours of sleep, right?  Okay, 7.5.  Close enough.


"If you can't do this in less than a 10 minute pace, you should only focus on the 1/2"

I did a lot of thinking on Sunday morning.  About 3.5 hours worth of thoughts rolled through my head.  I walked a half marathon Sunday.  I took a giant bite of humble pie, laced up my shoes, and drove down to the site where I ran my very first half marathon four years ago.  Four years later, I wish I was blowing my old time out of the water... but instead, I walked.  The whole course.  And finished near last.  Which is fine - because here's what I got out of it:

1) I walked 13.2 miles on Sunday before most of you were awake.  (Yes, 13.2.  Someone didn't measure their 1/2 marathon course very well)
2) I crossed a finish line with some of the fastest Boston Qualified marathoners.  I may never get to do that again.  Yeah, I will probably never do that again.  Very inspiring, though.  What it took me to walk 13.2 miles, it took those guys to run twice that distance... 26.2 (or more?) miles.  It felt good to watch them go by.
3) I finally came up with a reason to buy new shoes... my old ones are almost three years old and they are a half size too big.  And I'm tired of blisters.  So the next day - new sneakers.  NOT for running.  But for other miscellaneous athletic activities.  They're not as comfortable as my Kayanos... but they're also not as expensive.  I figure if I'm trying to teach my body proper form in everything I do, all that expensive support and cushioning is actually a colossal waste of money.  There's plenty of science around it.  Just Google it.
4) Two marathoners were walking back up the course as I was walking the last mile of my 13.  And one of them said "if you can't do this in less than a 10 minute pace, you should only focus on the 1/2."  For a brief moment, I wanted to reel around and deck him.  I knew he wasn't talking about me, but I wanted to stand up for all my friends that have run and are currently running marathons and finish slower than 4 hours and 20 minutes.  Then I thought about it a little bit more... and maybe he's right, maybe he's not... but I'm taking it as a personal challenge.  Dear Curmudgeony Santa Clarita Marathon dude, one day - I'll be WAITING for you on the other side of the finish line.

Its been a crazy week.  Out of town for class for two days.  Catching up at work for three.  And cramming in all the Harry Potters before the beginning to the end hits the theatres next week.  Not a good excuse, I know... but that's how its been going down for the past week.  Needless to say, Matt and I will be starting OVER with Week 1, Day 1 of C25K next week.  AND I'm joining a gym.  A globo gym.  But I'll suck it up because they offer kettlebell classes and I know that at least one of their personal trainers is CrossFit certified.  That doesn't really mean MUCH... nothing will compare to Bob and his awesome CrossFit den in California City, but the drive was just killing me and time was too compressed.  So point is - I have to start doing MORE and with the TRX, kettlebell, and boxing classes scheduled and laid out in front of me, it gives me a few options to go and blow off steam after work.

Food update - doing well.  Chowing down on some hibiscus flavored coconut water sorbet as I type.  Focused on meat and veggies as best as I could all week.  No muffins.  No bread.  No cake.  No toast.  Fruit, veggies, meat.  Sunbutter and carrots.  V-8.  I did have a baked potato at lunch today.  It was all that was left in the fridge ready to eat - along with leftover steak kabob from dinner last night.  I wouldn't say I'm doing amazing, but I'm much happier the way I'm eating now than a few weeks ago.  Still haven't touched Panda Express.  My zipper and my wallet are very content.  And do you know how amazing it feels for all the aches and pains and stiffness and bloat to slowly go away?  That's how I know all of that is food related - as soon as I shove a cookie in my mouth, it all comes back.

This weeks goals?  Keep eating right... work on eating even better.  Get back to run training!  Its too much fun to miss!

How is YOUR journey coming along?


Week 1. Day 2.

Done and done. 

Still no bad carbs or sugars.  Avoided a nice refreshing glass of 7-Up last night and went for the water.  I don't even drink soda.  Its amazing what addictions can do to your body.  Never got in my mini-WOD or my pull-ups.  But I ran... Pose, barefoot, and fast (enough).  Dogs were happy.  I think the hubby was, too.  Tonight I'll be foam rolling the calves.  Barefoot running sure does take its toll when you're getting back into it.  At least its worth it.


Strike a Pose.

I always get annoyed when people throw Bible verses out there... all out of context and communicated in a way to perfectly align to the point they are trying to make.  Well, get ready... I am about to be one of those people -

When pride comes, then comes disgrace,
but with humility comes wisdom.
          Proverbs 11:2

You want to know what I did last night?  I ran.  Day 1.  Week 1.  Couch potato to 5K.  A month ago, two months ago, a year ago... I was too good to start over.  I refused to humble myself and admit that I was slow and weak and needed to return to square one in my health and training.  When I was running marathons, I was a high maintenance runner.  Ask my "run support" husband that stood patiently for 5+ hours with ice cold Coke, frozen coconut jelly beans, and a bag of peanut butter pretzels.  You can look at pictures of my pre-race layout of a Garmin, number with safety pins pre-attached, ready to mix Accelerade with bottled water, my already frozen Accelerade (with bottled water), and perfectly cut PB&J sandwiches - no crust... it makes my mouth dry.  I knew it was obsessive.  So was spending three hours preparing a seven hour "marathon mix" for my iPod.  And all for what?  To finish a race.  I wasn't fast.  I wasn't strong.  Even my best race was slow by marathon time standards.  But I kept racing, I kept racking up medals... but never did anything to improve.

I look back now and I want to laugh.  PB&J?  Coke?  Pretzels?  6000 calories was a lot of expended energy during those races - but I was fueling my tank with junk food.  No wonder I wasn't getting any better (or thinner!).  After three years of my downward spiral and a total nervous breakdown two weeks ago... I've taken some time to stop and pray.  To humble myself.  I'm not an elite athlete.  And how can I possibly help and encourage others who want to improve their health if I don't serve as a beacon of health and fitness myself?  This week, I'm taking the next few baby steps on my journey.  Protein and veggies.  Lots of veggies.  No grains or non-produce carbs.  No dairy.  Back to my roots.  If I start with the food, I can make arrangements and plans to accommodate the fitness later down the road.

Day 1.  Week 1.  20 minutes of alternating running and walking.  Matt and I took the dogs with us.  And during the whole run, all I could tell myself was "its okay to start over.  Its okay to rebuild.  You can't break through the original barriers without completely rebuilding a new, strong foundation."  Guess what.  Great Day 1.   I ran fast.  I ran barefoot.  And I ran Pose consistently for the entire time I ran.  No foot shuffles, nothing.  With humility, comes wisdom.  Its not up to me to succeed.  Its up to me to humble myself, to put my faith in God.  I'm just going to enjoy the ride - no matter how fast or slow I may be moving.

Finished the evening with 10 assisted pull-ups in the garage and a yummy bowl of black bean soup to feed the metabolic furnace.  (I know, I know - legumes, blah blah blah.  Baby steps, remember?)

Tonight's agenda?  More pull-ups.  Maybe a mini-WOD.  Whatever it is, its better than sulking on the couch with a Popsicle.