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Running update

Well it's week 3 of the "Couch to 5K" running plan.

It's going splendidly. So far, so good, no serious pain, just some soreness.
I don't have any cardiovascular issues, I've been working our regularly for years, and cycling 20+ miles. So my issues are just building bone mass and strengthening different muscles groups.

I find that now, as before in my running life, I prefer trail running. Let's face it, I'm not a coordinated individual, I trip all the time, so while off road running, I focus so much on not tripping or face planting that the time ticks by.f

Oh that's another point..for now I'm setting my runs for a specific 30 minute time frame, not including a walking warm up and cool down, all said about 50 minutes of workout time. I think at the 8 week point I'm going to switch to distance, now I want to condition myself first.

Riddick has even started the program. On his own. I think it's his competitive nature. He can skunk me…

2011-01-10

It just creeps up on me

Last night I started to feel un-easy. I believed it to be because I would be away from home for 4 days.

I work 12 hour shifts, rotating days and nights. This week I am working 3 night shifts. Because of where we live in proximity to where we each work, I don't see Riddick at all when I work these shift. I leave in the evening before he gets home and he leaves in the morning before I get home.

So in order to see him and to save money on commuting, I stay at my in-laws for the week. Mama is awesome, she has given us a room of our own, and made it very very homey for us. So it's not displeasure with my surroundings that is the hangup. I've just become a homebody.

This morning I was reminded that today, the 11th of January is my Dad's birthday. Or it was, well it still is the date he was born, but he died April 5th, 2008.

The day crept up on me. I try very hard not to mark the dates my parents died, and to not let their birthdays draw me down into a pit of sorro…

I'm seeing a pattern

Remember last year, last year when I got totally fed up with facebook and de-activated it, only to give in to the temptation and emails from friends..and logging back in.

Only to feel like a loser yet again.

I'll be honest. What I love about facebook is how much more I get to hear about the daily lives of Pinkie, Ironman, Sido, Graybelle and the rest of my family. I love seeing pictures, and being able to offer written words of encouragement or humor for freinds that are having a rough day.

What I don't love is the need I feel to put a post up, when in reality I don't want to. The things I post here, on my blog, are out in the publicly consumable realm of the internet. And I know that. But the things I put on facebook should only be for my "friends", but they truly do become comsumable by anyone who gets the news passed on to them.

So yet again I am feeling disgusted with the whole idea of social networking. Which sounds counter intuitive considering I'm…

Once I was a runner

I was what most people call and "chubby" child. That soon changed into a fat kid. I hated being fat, hated it. I used to dream about what it would be like to be one of those girls that was born to be thin.

When I was 14 I started to lose weight and exercise. By the time I was 16 I had lost 50 lbs and was slim. I didn't think I was, but by the pictures I can tell you I was. Being overweight most of my life had made me shy about my appearance and my body, something that haunts me to this day.

I lost the weight eating a strict low fat diet and running. Running every morning before sun up. Before anyone could see me. And I loved it.

The rest of my teens and my twenties I maintaned a very healthy happy athletic weight and was very happy with it. But once in my thirties when my first marriage was in sad shape and my husband was already cheating on me. I ate. I ate to stuff down the knowlege of what I knew to be true, but that he wouldn't admit. I have to tell y…

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