Monday, November 9, 2015

A disjointed post

On Friday I was reading the post I had written on Thursday, and started clicking on posts at the bottom that Blogger "recommends."  Because the post on Thursday was all about my weight, most of the recommended posts were also about my weight.  I re-read posts about my blisters when I first started running and how I decided to "fix it" (spoiler alert: don't use duct tape).  I read about my crazy (ex) neighbors

The common theme running through my blogs from early on is my weight.  I have always been obsessive about my weight.  I read this post from September of 2013. And I really obsess about my weight.  Maybe (probably) too much.  I wasn't running, it was after my 2nd half marathon and I was dealing with my first round of plantar faciitis (who am I kidding, 1st, 2nd, they were all the same, I was just in denial). 

I laughed when I read this post from March 2013 where I said "If it takes me another year to lose the rest of the weight I will be happy." And this "Afterall, a year ago I was seeing 169 on the scale.  Who knows, maybe a year from now I'll be seeing 130.  =)"  (I weighed 153.8)  I am still not there, over 2 years later, but I continue to go down. And I continue to be happy with me. 

That same post talked about my very encouraging office mate (who I no longer work with). I was embarrassed to say I had only lost 20 lbs in a year, and then I wrote this "Why is it bad to lose only 20lbs in a year?  Because we want instant results.  We are a society that wants what it wants and wants it NOW."  I am definitely not losing weight instantly.  I am literally working my ass off, even if it's slowly. 

I don't think I became less obsessive about my weight after writing that last post.  I think I was still pretty obsessive, and can still be at times.  But I feel like I'm finally accepting where I'm at.  I'm not obsessive about weighing myself all the time.  I used to weigh myself every morning, and often later in the day, almost always after a run.  I can go days without thinking about it now.

I just realized that this post will make 2 in a row where I talk about weight, which isn't actually what I was thinking this post would be about. 

I'd like it to be about accepting myself.  I am extremely happy with where I'm at now.  I just ran 26.2 miles.  I feel great, and I think I look good.  I still eat a donut regularly (even more now with my current job), and I still drink wine (often too much).  I truly do feel happy with me. 

This weekend I went for 2 runs.  =)  I decided I was going to run on Saturday and see how my foot felt.  I was only going to do 3 miles, and just see.  So I did.  And it was fantastic.  I ran a good pace, much better than my last slow 3 miles.

And my foot felt fine.  It is not 100%, I did have some ache later in the afternoon, but the next morning it felt fine.  So fine that I went for another run on Sunday.  I find it odd that 2 weeks ago I ran 26.2 miles and yesterday my "long" run was 5 miles.  But I enjoyed my run, even though it was "only" 5 miles.  I decided to do my favorite fall running trail.  I think the trail is so pretty in the fall, it goes through a wooded area, there are houses just on the other side of the trees, but you don't really see them for most of the trail.  And the leaves are beautiful right now.    I stopped to take a bunch of pictures.

Both my feet are a little achey with plantar faciitis ache, but the sharp pain I had the week after my marathon seems to be gone.  I just need to remember to roll and ice my feet, and take it easy.  I don't want to quit running completely, so I'm going to continue with short runs only a couple times a week for now and see how it goes. 

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

A post about my weight

Have I mentioned that I lost a little weight when I was marathon training?  I was just looking at my weigh ins for the last year and I forgot that last summer I gained some weight back.  I wasn't working, and was doing a lot of family stuff.  For whatever reason, when I don't work I gain weight.  We don't keep much snack food in our house, and last summer we were extremely tight on money because I wasn't working, so it's odd to think that I was able to eat enough to gain weight, but I did. 

I wasn't weighing myself regularly but my records show that when I did weigh myself a year ago I was in the 150's.  I also wasn't running in October and November of last year.  I was letting my foot/feet heal from plantar faciitis.  I was going to a spin class at the YMCA and did a little yoga, but running has always been my go-to exercise and the only one that I have been able to maintain doing for a long period of time. 

I started working in December of last year and almost immediately my weight started going down again.  I also started running a little, a very little.  Maybe the running was why I started losing weight again, I don't know, but I did.  I had been at around 145 for a long time, I tend to plateau at a weight for long periods of time and then suddenly lose several lbs, usually when I change something up. 

Well, I noticed in August that my weight was going down again.  I am not obsessive about weighing every morning anymore, and I have changed my official weigh days to the first of the month, but I do weigh myself regularly, at least once a week.  Anyway, I was excited to see the numbers falling again, and then at the middle of October I was the lowest I have been in my adult life, 141.  I even saw 139 once (after a long run, not a true weight). 

Over the summer I went to Value Village with my sister and bought a bunch of size 8 pants.  I was excited to be in size 8, the first time since high school that I've been able to wear that size.  Anyway, recently I have not been able to wear any of my size 8's without a belt.  I can take all of them off without unbuttoning them.  So when I took Damian to Goodwill a month ago to get jeans, I decided I wanted to try a pair of size 6 pants.  I told myself I wasn't going to buy any, I just wanted to see.  They fit.  They were $4.  I bought them.  For the first time in my life (including high school) I am wearing a size 6.  How crazy is that??
Size 6 pants
I am still not running.  My feet have been feeling pretty good.  I even walked around yesterday without shoes on purpose to see how they would feel and they actually feel pretty good.  But I don't want to push it, I don't want to have to take 2 months off again, so I'm waiting.  I may try an easy 3 miles this Saturday and see.  I want to be running by 11/14 because there is a 5k that I want to run.  I'm probably going to walk it if I can't run, although walking often hurts as much as running in the long run anyway. 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Some thoughts

I haven't run since last Wednesday.  I was pretty sore on Monday and Tuesday after my marathon, but was feeling good on Wednesday.  My feet were the most sore, and my right one more than my left.  But by Wednesday it was feeling okay and I decided to do a slow 3 miles.  I knew within the first half mile that I should stop and go home.  I didn't want to.

For the majority of my marathon training, especially the last month and a half, I dreaded my runs.  I didn't want to run at all.  The only ones I didn't dread were my long runs and that was probably because I was doing them so early I didn't give myself time to dread them.  So on Wednesday when I WANTED to go run I was excited.  It had been a long time since I had wanted to run after work. 

Well, after a little over 2.5 miles my foot hurt so bad I had to stop.  I walked home.  It was frustrating.  And then it hurt worse than it had before that 3 mile run the next day.  I don't want to injure it more, and am hoping it's not a stress fracture.  It's feeling better right now, I'm still not going to run, even though I really want to, but I feel I should give it a little more time.  It's frustrating.  I want to run again, and I can't.  What's worse than that?  Not much!
It was a sloooowww run!
I had some thoughts after my marathon and decided to write them down:

There were a few things that I think I did right to prepare for my marathon.  There were several I didn’t do right, which I will also try to share, but first, what I did right, or at least what I learned.  =)
·         I started early.  I looked up training plans that fit where I was when I started training.  A year ago I had a training plan that I liked, it’s longest run was 26 miles, and I thought that was what I needed, but it started me out with running 5 days of the week.  That was good for last year, but this year when I started I was running only 3 miles every other day.  I choose Hal Higdon’s Novice 1 training plan, which started me exactly where I was.  I started early enough that I knew I could add a couple weeks to get in a 24 mile run because I was not confident that 20 miles was long enough for my longest training run.

·         I stuck to eating what I normally eat.  I didn’t eat a lot more on long run days, yes, most long run days I had a donut and maybe some mimosa’s but mostly I stuck with the same food, in the same quantities I always eat. I was really worried about gaining weight because I have heard that people often do.  I did not, in fact, I lost 4 lbs.  =)

·         I was willing to change up my fueling during my runs.  I was scared after my 18 mile run, I felt fantastic during it, but afterwards sat on the toilet for 3 hours, that was no fun, and I changed up my fuel techniques.  However, I don’t think that the gummies I ate caused my problems, looking back I think it was dehydration.

·         I contacted the race director numerous times to ask questions, first about what kind of Gatorade they would have, and then about last minute stuff that was worrying/bothering me.  And he was really great at responding right away, often right after I sent my email.

·         I drank a lot of water the day before my marathon.  A lot.  And I drank a lot of water the morning of.  So much that I had to use the bathroom at mile 4. 

·         I ate a ton of carbs the week before my marathon.  I was worried about gaining weight, but I kept telling myself it was good for me.  I ate spaghetti, a type of goulash only my family makes, and baked ziti, and also had those things for lunch.  However, I recognized that the oatmeal in the morning before a long run made me have to stop to use the bathroom during a run, so I cut that out early in the week.  Yes, I know that not everyone eats carbs and they do just fine on long runs.  I eat minimal carbs, but because my body is still used to them, I was able to eat them without problems.  And I didn’t gain weight.

·         I quit eating heavy carbs Friday evening.  I was worried about too many on Saturday and didn’t want to cause upset stomach, so the only carbs I ate on Saturday was the pizza crust (lol) at the yard sale, and a small amount of “goulash” after dinner. 

·         I did not drink alcohol Friday or Saturday.  If you follow me on Instagram, then you know I love my wine.  But I abstained until after my race on Sunday. 

·         I had awesome, and I cannot say it enough, really awesome support from my family.  They were truly fantastic.
I did a lot of things wrong as well.  In fact, I think the things I did wrong are bigger than the things I did right, other than what I ate.  (I really contribute not hitting that wall to how I ate the week before.)  I can’t think of more things wrong than right, just bigger.
·         I cut a lot of miles off my training schedule.  I did not run the entire number of miles in one week that I was scheduled to since August, maybe before.  I cut out between 3 and 8 miles weekly.  That is a lot of mileage I didn’t do. 

·         After my 18 mile run, when I had bathroom problems, I think I overreacted to the idea that the honey stingers were why I had issues.  Looking back I think it was because I did not drink enough water the day before, and I’m not sure, but I think I drank quite a bit of wine the night before.

·         I quit yoga.  Remember my challenge of doing yoga everyday? Yeah I quit. . . My body is a tight mess.  On Sunday after my marathon I couldn’t even touch the ground, I’ve never been so tight before.  I’m lucky I don’t have any major injuries.

·         I didn’t get new shoes soon enough.  I ran 20 miles on bad shoes.  And I think I am having foot issues again because of it.

·         There is a seasoned marathoner in my office, and I knew he was there, and I did not seek out advice from him.  It took another person in my office telling him I was running one for him to come find me and talk to me.
I’m sure there’s more. A seasoned marathoner can probably look at all that I did throughout my training and list off a million more things.  But right now, with the high of having completed, and done better than I expected, I can’t think of more things.  =)
Will I do another marathon?  I get asked this question a lot.  Every single person that has asked me how it went has also asked if I would do it again.  I don’t have an answer.  I feel really good about this marathon.  I am happy with how it turned out.  I don’t think I would have the same support at a second marathon, and I really, really credit my support to how well I did.  So my answer is, I don’t know.  Maybe, maybe not.  The pain afterwards makes me want to say no way!  But as the pain fades away, I think, well, maybe.  

I have some more marathon pictures . . . so here's a bunch more, you can skip the rest of this post if you want.  =)  There's at least one more that I'm having difficulty getting off Chris's phone, but I love it, so whenever I'm able to retrieve it, I'm sharing it.  =)