Went to my first Louisville Landsharks social tonight (a local triathlon club that I've belonged to for a year now). Met some new folks, and caught up with peeps I've met since starting tri's this past year. Really looking forward to a great 2011 season. Started working out at the gym a week or two ago - did one hour of spin and 30 minute swim tonight before the banquet, and forgot how good it feels to get sore, pump up my endorphins, and sweat a bit - okay, a lot!
So far I've signed up for two half-marathons (Miami in two weeks and Providence in August), one full marathon (Cincinnati Flying Pig in May), and have my eye on a half dozen or so triathlons including what I'm hoping will be my first half Ironman in Cedar Point in September - crossing my fingers that this all works out!
About Me
- Connie
- Louisville, Kentucky, United States
- After four years of long-distance running (5k, 10k, half-marathons) I got a little burnt out and decided to try my hand at triathlons. This blog is a journey into my training regime, as well as the play-by-play experiences I have had while competing in these amazingly fun events!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sunday, December 5, 2010
St. Jude Memphis Marathon
30 hours post-marathon, I am still trying to figure out how I feel about what just happened, and why. I went into the weekend a little leary of this race, as I prepared very little - much like with Chicago 2009. But, having two marathons under my belt, knowing that it was going to be good weather, and that I would have Alicia running beside me the whole time, I felt a little confident at least. I wasn't super-psyched about the race from the start of the long weekend, but there have been plenty of races I went into not feeling it, and ended up with either a PR or at least the ability to mentally overcome whatever obstacle there were to my enjoyment of the event. For St. Jude, however, this never quite happened.
I started the race at a wall. I would say by Mile 3 I knew I wasn't going to feel any better two miles, six miles, ten miles, or twenty six miles into it. I usually am able to give a play-by-play of my races, and distinctly recap what happend at each mile, but for whatever reason my head just wasn't in the game yesterday. I started off wishing it was already over and wondering when it would all end. At mile 11 I started crying and told Alicia that I was seriously considering breaking off with the half-marathoners and just finishing then. She pushed me, and although now I'm glad that she did, I really just wanted to stop at 13.1 miles in.
After that half-way mark I wasn't the same. Prior to that I was trying to cheer myself up (you know, the whole "fake it 'til you make it" trick). I was taking photos along the route, posing with an Elvis impersonator and some random-ass panda on the side of the road, and video-taping a nice little version of The Village People's YMCA. But after that first half I was mentally and physically done. I'm not sure how much of a part the physical fitness came into play, as I was able to accomplish this feat in Chicago just a year prior (running a full marathon with little training, I mean), and Alicia was like Mary Poppins on crack with just as little training as I had. Sincerely - she was like a motivational speaker who just eventually got pissed and wanted to slap me before it was all over with. Looking back, I think a lot of it was mental.
Although I was physically in pain, it wasn't until I sat down to stretch about 17 miles in that I mentally gave up and cried loudly to Alicia that I couldn't finish. She was supportive, and told me that she really thought I would regret it if I didn't keep going - but she understood that if I was in that much pain and needed to quit. It was up to me. Because the ball was now in my court, however, and I was being told that I could throw in the towel or not, I kept going. Grimace and all.
Most of the race was a blur as I was more in my head than anywhere else. I stopped a dozen times or more to stretch, avoided eye contact with anyone I came in contact with, forced water and Gu's hoping anything would help - but didn't. My solace was having looked at the elevation map of the race beforehand, and being under the impression that it was almost all downhill (literally) after mile 19. Well, mile 19 came and went and the course looked no less hilly than it had been the prior miles. I was truly defeated at this point. I was ticked at Alicia for her chipper "C'mon girl" attitude, and she was ticked at me for my "Screw the world" one. I later told her I honestly felt homicidal when she told me, at mile 22, that I "wasn't even trying". Ugh!!!!!!
I believe it was somewhere between miles 23 and 24 that I just got so sick and tired of being out on the road that I forced myself, with all I had, to run as much as I could (this looked more like a shuffle really). I ran more those last 2-3 miles than I did the prior 5 or so. We made our way up the last hill and around the corner to see mile marker 26 just ahead. For the last .2 Alicia and I continued to run together and there should be a nice shot of us holding hands up in the air as we cross the finish line together! Finally - the torture was over.
As I said, I'm not sure what was so different about this race than the prior two marathons. Yes, Chicago was a struggle, and maybe I was having subconscious flashbacks of that race that hampered my mental status this time around - who knows. One thing is for sure - we have the Miami Marathon coming up in less than two months, and there WILL be training for that one. I plan on getting back on the treadmill for a small run in another three days, and continuing 3 short runs during the week, with long runs on weekends with Alicia. Never in my life do I want to feel again what I felt yesterday. And if it was a lack of training, at least I'll nip that one in the bud. If it was something else however - well, I don't know. I may have to evaluate things going on in my life right now and see what needs to change.
I started the race at a wall. I would say by Mile 3 I knew I wasn't going to feel any better two miles, six miles, ten miles, or twenty six miles into it. I usually am able to give a play-by-play of my races, and distinctly recap what happend at each mile, but for whatever reason my head just wasn't in the game yesterday. I started off wishing it was already over and wondering when it would all end. At mile 11 I started crying and told Alicia that I was seriously considering breaking off with the half-marathoners and just finishing then. She pushed me, and although now I'm glad that she did, I really just wanted to stop at 13.1 miles in.
After that half-way mark I wasn't the same. Prior to that I was trying to cheer myself up (you know, the whole "fake it 'til you make it" trick). I was taking photos along the route, posing with an Elvis impersonator and some random-ass panda on the side of the road, and video-taping a nice little version of The Village People's YMCA. But after that first half I was mentally and physically done. I'm not sure how much of a part the physical fitness came into play, as I was able to accomplish this feat in Chicago just a year prior (running a full marathon with little training, I mean), and Alicia was like Mary Poppins on crack with just as little training as I had. Sincerely - she was like a motivational speaker who just eventually got pissed and wanted to slap me before it was all over with. Looking back, I think a lot of it was mental.
Although I was physically in pain, it wasn't until I sat down to stretch about 17 miles in that I mentally gave up and cried loudly to Alicia that I couldn't finish. She was supportive, and told me that she really thought I would regret it if I didn't keep going - but she understood that if I was in that much pain and needed to quit. It was up to me. Because the ball was now in my court, however, and I was being told that I could throw in the towel or not, I kept going. Grimace and all.
Most of the race was a blur as I was more in my head than anywhere else. I stopped a dozen times or more to stretch, avoided eye contact with anyone I came in contact with, forced water and Gu's hoping anything would help - but didn't. My solace was having looked at the elevation map of the race beforehand, and being under the impression that it was almost all downhill (literally) after mile 19. Well, mile 19 came and went and the course looked no less hilly than it had been the prior miles. I was truly defeated at this point. I was ticked at Alicia for her chipper "C'mon girl" attitude, and she was ticked at me for my "Screw the world" one. I later told her I honestly felt homicidal when she told me, at mile 22, that I "wasn't even trying". Ugh!!!!!!
I believe it was somewhere between miles 23 and 24 that I just got so sick and tired of being out on the road that I forced myself, with all I had, to run as much as I could (this looked more like a shuffle really). I ran more those last 2-3 miles than I did the prior 5 or so. We made our way up the last hill and around the corner to see mile marker 26 just ahead. For the last .2 Alicia and I continued to run together and there should be a nice shot of us holding hands up in the air as we cross the finish line together! Finally - the torture was over.
As I said, I'm not sure what was so different about this race than the prior two marathons. Yes, Chicago was a struggle, and maybe I was having subconscious flashbacks of that race that hampered my mental status this time around - who knows. One thing is for sure - we have the Miami Marathon coming up in less than two months, and there WILL be training for that one. I plan on getting back on the treadmill for a small run in another three days, and continuing 3 short runs during the week, with long runs on weekends with Alicia. Never in my life do I want to feel again what I felt yesterday. And if it was a lack of training, at least I'll nip that one in the bud. If it was something else however - well, I don't know. I may have to evaluate things going on in my life right now and see what needs to change.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Memphis Training
Well, after San Francisco I really thought I would keep up the marathon training. Having signed up for the Memphis full Marathon, rather than just the half, I thought I had learned my lesson regarding lack of training from Chicago 2009, but I guess not. We're now 3 weeks from the race, and the 17-20 miler I had planned for today turned into a 14.25 miler with mostly walking during the last 7 or so miles. Pathetic. I haven't been eating well lately, which probably contributed to the sucky run, and my body just felt like lead about 6 miles into the run. Ugh. So, I'm gonna do the best I can considering my lack of training, and now the lack of time I have to prepare. Planning on another longer run next weekend - maybe a 13 miler or so, and a shorter run the weekend prior to the marathon, but really thinking of amping up my current non-existent week-day running regime, and logging some 3-5 milers during the week. We'll see how this pans out....
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Run The Farm 10k
Had a horrible run this morning during the Run The Farm 10k in Elizabeth, In. A few weeks ago I talked Shane into running with me since Alicia wasn't interested, and at 8:30 this morning we pulled into a large field converted into a parking lot for the fifty or so runners/walkers completing either a 10k, 5k or 1 mile walk. After getting our bibs, hitting the potty, and walking over to the start line, we had just five minutes or so to spare before the start. The weather was a chilly 30 degrees or so, and most of us were bundled up with hats, ear-warmers, gloves and layers galore.
The course was a two-loop run around the farm of the people who owned the property, and all proceeds for the race went to Parkinson's research. I asked Shane to stay with me through the course since, it being such a small turn out, I knew I'd be pulling up the rear and didn't want to go it alone. Less than a mile in however, my lack of sleep from the night before was already catching up with me and Shane asked if he could run ahead. The course was very hilly, but not nearly as brutal as the run the prior weekend through Waverly Park. This may have been due to the fact that I could actually see what lie ahead of me and on the ground I stepped on. I'd say it was a half/half course of running through overgrown fields where a path had been mowed, and through the woods.
A little over two miles in I was already tuckered. As I said, I had a horrible nights sleep the prior evening thanks to some pretty wicked heartburn, and I hadn't eaten well that morning due to lack of appetite (half a Cliff bar and some Vitamin Water). I seriously considered quitting the race after the first loop at 3.1 miles, but since I was the one who talked Shane into doing this race I knew I would never hear the end of it if I gave up. Plus, I would have felt pretty bad about myself - not being able to pull out a mere 6.2 miles after having run so many half marathons and two full marathons in the past 13 months.
So, I came upon the start/finish line of the first loop and headed out for the second 3.1 miles. Less than a half mile in I knew I had made the right choice. Even though I was dragging, I knew there was no turning back now and that I would be so much happier with myself finishing the full 10k rather than just a 5k. Going into the second loop however, I already knew I was pretty much on my own and that there were no other runners behind me. The second loop seemed shorter since I knew what to expect, and with a half mile or so left to go I saw Shane coming at me from the end of the course after having finished 10-15 minutes earlier. I guess I was going so slow he got worried :)
I trudged up another couple of hills, made my way out of the woods, around the barn, and past the front of the residence that was built on the land and headed towards the finish line. My goal for the race was an hour and thirty minutes, and I stopped my watch just at 1:25:55. Score!
Overall this was a pretty decent race. If I had gotten better sleep and fuel I feel I may have done better. I told Shane afterwards that I like trail races to break up the monotony of running, however, I think I like road races more so that I can settle into a constant pace, get in the zone, and not have to pay attention to where I'm stepping. For this being such a small race I was surprised that all runners received a shirt, as well as a ceramic medalion-like finishers "medal." Everyone involved was so nice, and I have to say I wouldn't mind doing this one again if the mood strikes.
The course was a two-loop run around the farm of the people who owned the property, and all proceeds for the race went to Parkinson's research. I asked Shane to stay with me through the course since, it being such a small turn out, I knew I'd be pulling up the rear and didn't want to go it alone. Less than a mile in however, my lack of sleep from the night before was already catching up with me and Shane asked if he could run ahead. The course was very hilly, but not nearly as brutal as the run the prior weekend through Waverly Park. This may have been due to the fact that I could actually see what lie ahead of me and on the ground I stepped on. I'd say it was a half/half course of running through overgrown fields where a path had been mowed, and through the woods.
A little over two miles in I was already tuckered. As I said, I had a horrible nights sleep the prior evening thanks to some pretty wicked heartburn, and I hadn't eaten well that morning due to lack of appetite (half a Cliff bar and some Vitamin Water). I seriously considered quitting the race after the first loop at 3.1 miles, but since I was the one who talked Shane into doing this race I knew I would never hear the end of it if I gave up. Plus, I would have felt pretty bad about myself - not being able to pull out a mere 6.2 miles after having run so many half marathons and two full marathons in the past 13 months.
So, I came upon the start/finish line of the first loop and headed out for the second 3.1 miles. Less than a half mile in I knew I had made the right choice. Even though I was dragging, I knew there was no turning back now and that I would be so much happier with myself finishing the full 10k rather than just a 5k. Going into the second loop however, I already knew I was pretty much on my own and that there were no other runners behind me. The second loop seemed shorter since I knew what to expect, and with a half mile or so left to go I saw Shane coming at me from the end of the course after having finished 10-15 minutes earlier. I guess I was going so slow he got worried :)
I trudged up another couple of hills, made my way out of the woods, around the barn, and past the front of the residence that was built on the land and headed towards the finish line. My goal for the race was an hour and thirty minutes, and I stopped my watch just at 1:25:55. Score!
Overall this was a pretty decent race. If I had gotten better sleep and fuel I feel I may have done better. I told Shane afterwards that I like trail races to break up the monotony of running, however, I think I like road races more so that I can settle into a constant pace, get in the zone, and not have to pay attention to where I'm stepping. For this being such a small race I was surprised that all runners received a shirt, as well as a ceramic medalion-like finishers "medal." Everyone involved was so nice, and I have to say I wouldn't mind doing this one again if the mood strikes.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Pure Screamin' Hell 6.66 Mile Run
Completed my first-ever trail run this week. On Halloween night. In the dark. Yes, you read that correctly. Pitch. Black. Well - except for the dimly lit headlamps we wore. This was an annual race that took place in the woods of a local park, closely located to an old tuberculosis hospital which is said to be haunted. However, the scariest thing about the evening was the number of times I tripped and nearly fell on multiple roots and rocks throughout the trail.
The total mileage of the race was 6.66 miles - very appropriate for a Halloween night run. However, because of the way the race was set up there weren't any mile markers or a clear indication of where we were on the course. This was fine because Alicia and I - along with the three other ladies we met along the trail and ended up running with - kept eachother company with interesting and often hilarious conversation. With a mile or so left to go, I twisted my ankle pretty good and yelled out a few choice curse words. This incident came just on the heels of one of the other runners taking a big plunge and ending up with a bloody knee that ultimately needed stitches. Ouch! This was trecherous stuff!
Near the end someone made a joke about all of us running across the finish line together holding hands. Somehow the joke ended up as a reality as this is exactly what our finishing photo would have looked like (had there been a finishing photo). The five of us came in dead last (only 75 or so runners altogether), but this was fine with us since it was more about the experience we had than setting any PR's. Our official time was just under 1:54.
I have to say, as frustrating and anxiety provoking as this race was, it was definitely my most fun race yet. I am looking forward to signing up for it again next year, and am also anticipating running my second trail race this coming weekend. This one is in the daytime however (booo - how boring :), and will be on a farm rather than in the thick forest. Still, another 10k under my belt and another training run for Memphis in approximately one month!
The total mileage of the race was 6.66 miles - very appropriate for a Halloween night run. However, because of the way the race was set up there weren't any mile markers or a clear indication of where we were on the course. This was fine because Alicia and I - along with the three other ladies we met along the trail and ended up running with - kept eachother company with interesting and often hilarious conversation. With a mile or so left to go, I twisted my ankle pretty good and yelled out a few choice curse words. This incident came just on the heels of one of the other runners taking a big plunge and ending up with a bloody knee that ultimately needed stitches. Ouch! This was trecherous stuff!
Near the end someone made a joke about all of us running across the finish line together holding hands. Somehow the joke ended up as a reality as this is exactly what our finishing photo would have looked like (had there been a finishing photo). The five of us came in dead last (only 75 or so runners altogether), but this was fine with us since it was more about the experience we had than setting any PR's. Our official time was just under 1:54.
I have to say, as frustrating and anxiety provoking as this race was, it was definitely my most fun race yet. I am looking forward to signing up for it again next year, and am also anticipating running my second trail race this coming weekend. This one is in the daytime however (booo - how boring :), and will be on a farm rather than in the thick forest. Still, another 10k under my belt and another training run for Memphis in approximately one month!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Louisville Half Marathon
Completed my 12th Half-Marathon this morning on a beautiful, cool, sunny day! Both my best friend/training partner Alicia and I were not feeling it as we started the race this morning. She has been sick off and on this week, and I've been in my own funk lately. Barely training (surprise, surprise) for the race didn't help either.
It took me about 2 1/2 to 3 miles to get into a groove, and after that it was an easy pace to the end. About 4 1/2 miles in I could tell that my pinky-toenail was scraping against my fourth toe and knew I was gonna have a bleeder on my hands (or feet) soon. It wasn't long before I felt the sticky substance surround half of my foot and had to muddle through for the tail end of the race.
The route is an out-and-back course, and as we rounded the turn around point I was surprised to see that no mats had been laid out to keep track of runners' time and exclaimed, "We totally could have cheated!" Not that I would have. Even if the powers that be knew nothing of my dishonesty, I couldn't accept the medal, or even claim that I had "finished" the race in good conscious. So, we did an about face and headed back for another 6 miles.
It wasn't long before our lack of training and the prior weeks stressors got the best of us and we began walking for just as long and just as often as we ran. This was quite alright with both of us however, as we were now on the downswing of the race and only wished to finish. Conversations of where to eat after the race and our gastrointestinal problems soon filled the air. By mile 10 we were running from landmark to landmark, and only wished that the race would soon be over - heinies and hamstrings were getting a little tight.
On our last turn, with only .1 mile left to go, Alicia got her second wind and pulled out ahead of me. I tried to ram it into high gear so we could finish together but that didn't quite work and I ended up crossing the finish line probably 5 - 7 seconds behind her. I also like to think that I didn't want to steal her glory, as I've finished first in my fair share of the races we've competed in together and it's only right that I give her her moments....... oh, who am I kidding?! She kicked my ass fair and square! Either way we both finished another race, and both got a pretty sweet medal to hang around our necks. I finished in an unofficial time of 2:43:56 - not a PR by any means, but probably right on par with some others that I've run.
Our next race is the Waverly Hills 6.66 mile trail run on Halloween night. I'm concerned about this race for two reasons: 1 - it doesn't start 'til 8:00 p.m. and we'll be running the course in the dark with only headlamps to guide our way, and 2 - trail runs are a whole other beast! Needless to say, I've asked for a personal day the following morning since I know we won't be pulling into home until close to midnight, and if my 7 mile hiking trip this past weekend is any indication as to how my calves are going to feel, I will be needing all the recovery time I can get!
It took me about 2 1/2 to 3 miles to get into a groove, and after that it was an easy pace to the end. About 4 1/2 miles in I could tell that my pinky-toenail was scraping against my fourth toe and knew I was gonna have a bleeder on my hands (or feet) soon. It wasn't long before I felt the sticky substance surround half of my foot and had to muddle through for the tail end of the race.
The route is an out-and-back course, and as we rounded the turn around point I was surprised to see that no mats had been laid out to keep track of runners' time and exclaimed, "We totally could have cheated!" Not that I would have. Even if the powers that be knew nothing of my dishonesty, I couldn't accept the medal, or even claim that I had "finished" the race in good conscious. So, we did an about face and headed back for another 6 miles.
It wasn't long before our lack of training and the prior weeks stressors got the best of us and we began walking for just as long and just as often as we ran. This was quite alright with both of us however, as we were now on the downswing of the race and only wished to finish. Conversations of where to eat after the race and our gastrointestinal problems soon filled the air. By mile 10 we were running from landmark to landmark, and only wished that the race would soon be over - heinies and hamstrings were getting a little tight.
On our last turn, with only .1 mile left to go, Alicia got her second wind and pulled out ahead of me. I tried to ram it into high gear so we could finish together but that didn't quite work and I ended up crossing the finish line probably 5 - 7 seconds behind her. I also like to think that I didn't want to steal her glory, as I've finished first in my fair share of the races we've competed in together and it's only right that I give her her moments....... oh, who am I kidding?! She kicked my ass fair and square! Either way we both finished another race, and both got a pretty sweet medal to hang around our necks. I finished in an unofficial time of 2:43:56 - not a PR by any means, but probably right on par with some others that I've run.
Our next race is the Waverly Hills 6.66 mile trail run on Halloween night. I'm concerned about this race for two reasons: 1 - it doesn't start 'til 8:00 p.m. and we'll be running the course in the dark with only headlamps to guide our way, and 2 - trail runs are a whole other beast! Needless to say, I've asked for a personal day the following morning since I know we won't be pulling into home until close to midnight, and if my 7 mile hiking trip this past weekend is any indication as to how my calves are going to feel, I will be needing all the recovery time I can get!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Feelin' like a fraud
I've come to the realization recently that I am a physical fitness fraud. I've been "running" since 2005, and "competing" in triathlons for a year now, yet my exercise and eating habits outside of these events is more couch potato than iron(wo)man. I came home from a vacation in Disney World this past week weighing the most I've ever weighed in my entire life - 141 pounds. Now, some of you may be saying to yourself, "Are you kidding me? She's 141 pounds and she's complaining about this???" But for someone who is a self proclaimed "athlete," and comes from a family of obesity, this is a big deal.
I would say 99.9 percent of people who know me know that I have completed multiple half marathons, marathons and triathlons. I went through the lunch line at work the other day and I took two desserts. A patient told me "You don't look like you eat that much." My reply? "I work out a lot!" The truth is - I don't. Not even close. I barely trained at all for my first marathon, and for the second - I did a once-a-week long run on Saturday mornings and that was it. I trained hard for my first Olympic Triathlon, but the others I looked at as a way to maintain and have something to do that weekend. People come up to me and say, "You've done how many of these events? I could NEVER do that, that is awesome." When I hear this though, I almost feel fake - like I'm getting all the glory for barely any work. Now, that is not to say that the races and triathlons themselves aren't grueling (see my previous posts for the Chicago Marathon and the Shelbyville Back to Health Olympic Triathlon), but I just feel that my lack of training and my lack of eating the way I should mock the other athletes that are out there really working hard and making positive changes in their lives.
Because of this, I've decided to make changes all the way around. No longer will I be taking the easy way out, and "getting by" in these races. No longer will my work outs (lol - or lack there of) end with a trip to McDonalds. I recently went to the grocery and made healthy choices rather than unhealthy ones. The problem in this area is that I am such a picky eater that I am limited on what I will eat. I WISH that I liked a larger variety of foods, including vegetables, but I just don't.
I've also decided that I'm not happy just being a "thin" person anymore - although the thinness is fastly fading away as I pack on the pounds, accumulating more muffintop and cellulite than should be legal. I want to be fit and even toned. At 34 years old, I'm not getting any younger and it's going to be even harder to lose as time goes on.
So today I jumped on the treadmill for a three mile run, did some strength training with my home weights and stability ball, and am planning on eating in moderation this evening (and every evening from here on out) when I go out with a girlfriend later on. From now on, I will be a bona fide "athlete" instead of just playing one in the public eye. I will make good life choices that result in more than just a medal around my neck. And, when someone asked how I've lost so much weight (15-20 pounds is my goal), and how I stay so thin, I will honestly be able to tell them that it took a lot of hard work, dedication, good choices, and a realistic look at what I needed to do on the inside, in order to see results on the outside.
I would say 99.9 percent of people who know me know that I have completed multiple half marathons, marathons and triathlons. I went through the lunch line at work the other day and I took two desserts. A patient told me "You don't look like you eat that much." My reply? "I work out a lot!" The truth is - I don't. Not even close. I barely trained at all for my first marathon, and for the second - I did a once-a-week long run on Saturday mornings and that was it. I trained hard for my first Olympic Triathlon, but the others I looked at as a way to maintain and have something to do that weekend. People come up to me and say, "You've done how many of these events? I could NEVER do that, that is awesome." When I hear this though, I almost feel fake - like I'm getting all the glory for barely any work. Now, that is not to say that the races and triathlons themselves aren't grueling (see my previous posts for the Chicago Marathon and the Shelbyville Back to Health Olympic Triathlon), but I just feel that my lack of training and my lack of eating the way I should mock the other athletes that are out there really working hard and making positive changes in their lives.
Because of this, I've decided to make changes all the way around. No longer will I be taking the easy way out, and "getting by" in these races. No longer will my work outs (lol - or lack there of) end with a trip to McDonalds. I recently went to the grocery and made healthy choices rather than unhealthy ones. The problem in this area is that I am such a picky eater that I am limited on what I will eat. I WISH that I liked a larger variety of foods, including vegetables, but I just don't.
I've also decided that I'm not happy just being a "thin" person anymore - although the thinness is fastly fading away as I pack on the pounds, accumulating more muffintop and cellulite than should be legal. I want to be fit and even toned. At 34 years old, I'm not getting any younger and it's going to be even harder to lose as time goes on.
So today I jumped on the treadmill for a three mile run, did some strength training with my home weights and stability ball, and am planning on eating in moderation this evening (and every evening from here on out) when I go out with a girlfriend later on. From now on, I will be a bona fide "athlete" instead of just playing one in the public eye. I will make good life choices that result in more than just a medal around my neck. And, when someone asked how I've lost so much weight (15-20 pounds is my goal), and how I stay so thin, I will honestly be able to tell them that it took a lot of hard work, dedication, good choices, and a realistic look at what I needed to do on the inside, in order to see results on the outside.
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