LOL. Have to laugh at my self sometimes or I would lose my mind. Tuesday I didn't meet my goals in any way. I totally planned to go to the gym after Mego feel asleep, but I passed out sitting up on the couch instead. Good job Champ. I started out the day by filling up my giant water glass, and then I forgot about it completely til about 5 pm. Oopsie. Yesterday I was dedicated. I was going to run, and drink all that dang water, and not eat crap all day, and do 200 stomach toners, (my new shorter name).
I did it all!! I drank 2 of those giant waters. I did accidentally eat 4 of the 1/2 sandwiches that were catered during our meeting at work, aside from the Ciabatta bread, they weren't unhealthy. But I ate 4. My bad. Because of said staff meeting, I didn't run at lunch time. I thought I could magically squeeze it in before midnight. It could happen right? I was feeling pretty good about my day by the time I got home. Then I remembered that Kenny had practice, no runny there. Hmmmm. My father appeared soon there after to play with Mego. Poof! Magic!! Ha ha. So I decided to try outdoor running in the rain with my RunKeeper in tow to map out my adventure. Great idea! I learned a few things doing my run.
1. Running in the rain is very refreshing!
2. I don't know my way around my neighborhood at all, especially in the pitch black.
3. My RunKeeper is demented
I had it set up for a 2 mile coached run. That meant I had a 5 minute warm up period, then I ran for 1 mile, then a 0.25 mile rest time, then another mile of running, 5 minute cool down. It was programed that way so I thought I would try it. I did my first 5 minutes trying to pick a pace. Then I ran for a mile, which in time seemed like 4 hours. I am used to being on the treadmill and having it right there in front of me, in this instance I had my cell in my pocket. Once it announced I had made it a mile, I slowed down, cause that's what the program said to do. But apparently either myself or the system was confused, because right about the time I was ready to start running again, it announced, "slow down for 0.25 miles." WTF?! I had already been pacing myself and I was now ready to run. So I did. It couldn't hurt right? I had no idea where I was in my neighborhood at this point, I ran down a street with a cul de sac and came back, felt kinda silly. I knew my dad had to leave soon, so I pulled out the phone to see how far I had gone....it read 138.50 miles. HUH?
I stopped in my tracks, shook my phone, pushed buttons, (cause that always helps), nothing. My run was lost and it said I has traveled 138.50 miles. LAME. I then immediately figured out how to get home and ran back. Cause I am a quitter.
My most concerning question through all of this was:
WHY DO MY LEGS ITCH??? Why is it that when I run for any amount of time that's worth a crap, my skin itches like crazy? Its very distracting actually. I stopped twice and thought that I may have drawn blood. I almost pulled down my pants in the middle of the side walk to itch my legs, it was bad!! Of course I have no self control, which makes it worse. After scrubbing off my skin like a 5 year old with chicken pox, I started running again. Now they stung. Good job. I got over it and maybe even blocked it out. But why oh why does that happen? Is it my oh so blocked sweat glands going back to life after not being used? Is it my skin tightening back up? Please say that's it! When I used to run a few years ago, it was always my stomach that itched. Explain this please. Thanks.
Well, now that I have told you about my past 2 days of trying to get in shape while not really dieting, or using drugs, and still eating what I want, I am going to go finish my big ol cup of water and get Mego ready for bed so I can try that night, rain running thing again. Wish me luck!!
Marci
Aspiring to aspire if you will.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Running? More like Jogging without style
So I began trying to run around the first of the year, when I quit smoking. I had no goal in mind, other than to eliminate my belly and distract myself from wanting to spend every free moment inhaling carcinogens. I was going every other day if not everyday to the gym or outside, trying to battle my complete unfitness. I was doing about 14 minute miles and gradually getting faster, going longer. I was feeling pretty good about it. Then I got sick. Super sick. Couldn't-breathe-well sick. I hadn't gone to the gym in 3 weeks as of today. Everyday for the past week I talked myself in and out of going during my lunch breaks. I always found a reason why not. I started defeating myself. Kenny bought me Nike running shoes with a RunKeeper wrist band for my birthday and they were still in the box! I had been asked 3 times this week if I am pregnant or having another baby. WTF!?!?! Who does that? First of all, I am 5'10" and 149 lb. I, by no means, am a big enough girl to suggest such a thing. Secondly, who still says shit like that? Its 2011 people, don't you know better by now? One of the people to make this suggestion was a woman! I know right? Luckily I remembered that she is a LOON on mucho mental meds and shouldn't be taken seriously, (at least that's what my boss said to make me feel better). Granted I have a tummy. I can honestly say its my least favorite part of my body. There is little I can really do to undo the baby damage, other than, you guessed it, cardio exercise. So Friday I made my decision, I was going to run this weekend. Then I put it off and off and off. Megan and I layed down for her nap and she passed out, Kenny was mad at the computer, so he was laying down too. My chance to make a RUN for it, literally.
I grabbed my birthday shoes, dug in the garage for some headphones for my phone (the glorified mp3 player), and headed to the gym. Once I left I realized I had no cash nor water bottle. Cool. Who needs to be hydrated the first time they try to start running again? I arrived at the gym ready to show that treadmill who was boss. Unfortunately, it wasn't me this time. I climbed on and tried to turn on my wristband, neat-o, battery almost dead. I pushed the buttons, started up the treadmill and realized I had no idea how to use the wrist band. No clue. Pushed so many buttons the damn thing died. Awesome. By now I had jogged .45 miles and none of it was documented with my shoes. So then I decided to try and find an app for my phone to track it. Found one! Sweet. Meanwhile I was on a treadmill, oh yeah. So I was still jogging and trying to program my phone so I could keep track of my "progress". Then I hit the emergency stop button with my belly. Lost all data up til that point. Yay. But now I had the app loaded, which of course I didn't need for indoor running because I just entered the data after I was done. Now, can I run please? Of course not, my headphone cords were wrapped around the emergency stop key. Data lost, again. Fuckin RAD!!!! By this time the guy next to me probably thought I was out of my mind. Which by some standards maybe I am. Having given up all hope on tracking my run, I just cranked up Crazy Bitch (my favorite running song) and took off for the rest of my journey.
I tried to add up the time and distance I did based on my last view of the screen before I erased it, twice. My best guess was 1.9 miles over about a 35 minute period. I went from 3.2- 6.0 on speed based on frustration with electronics, with an elevation of 2.0. Phew!! I was so sweaty it was not lady like. Come to think of it I forgot to shower when I got home because I was busy still trying to figure out my RunKeeper. Gross. Gotta do that.
REALLY long story short, I am going to use this blog for a source of accountability while I get back on track. I have a few realistic goals for myself. I am not planning to cut calories or diet by any means. I do not have a weight in mind per say anymore, if I did it would be 140, but whatever. I have been trying to eat better and watch what I do eat. Mostly just want to focus and the physical aspects and trying to lose this belly!!
1. Run at least 2 miles every other day.
2. Do at least 200 crunches, bicycles, or leg lifts at home, along with using the machines at the gym when there, 60 reps each, which is 120 all together.
3. Drink at least 2 Mucho Gusto cups of water while at work, which I believe are 32 oz each. Gotta look that up.
4. Be able to wear the shirts that I want without looking like I am 3-4 months gestation.
Thanks for listening to my daily rant. I thought of 3 topics i wanted to blog about while blogging. This may become a problem.
Marci
I grabbed my birthday shoes, dug in the garage for some headphones for my phone (the glorified mp3 player), and headed to the gym. Once I left I realized I had no cash nor water bottle. Cool. Who needs to be hydrated the first time they try to start running again? I arrived at the gym ready to show that treadmill who was boss. Unfortunately, it wasn't me this time. I climbed on and tried to turn on my wristband, neat-o, battery almost dead. I pushed the buttons, started up the treadmill and realized I had no idea how to use the wrist band. No clue. Pushed so many buttons the damn thing died. Awesome. By now I had jogged .45 miles and none of it was documented with my shoes. So then I decided to try and find an app for my phone to track it. Found one! Sweet. Meanwhile I was on a treadmill, oh yeah. So I was still jogging and trying to program my phone so I could keep track of my "progress". Then I hit the emergency stop button with my belly. Lost all data up til that point. Yay. But now I had the app loaded, which of course I didn't need for indoor running because I just entered the data after I was done. Now, can I run please? Of course not, my headphone cords were wrapped around the emergency stop key. Data lost, again. Fuckin RAD!!!! By this time the guy next to me probably thought I was out of my mind. Which by some standards maybe I am. Having given up all hope on tracking my run, I just cranked up Crazy Bitch (my favorite running song) and took off for the rest of my journey.
I tried to add up the time and distance I did based on my last view of the screen before I erased it, twice. My best guess was 1.9 miles over about a 35 minute period. I went from 3.2- 6.0 on speed based on frustration with electronics, with an elevation of 2.0. Phew!! I was so sweaty it was not lady like. Come to think of it I forgot to shower when I got home because I was busy still trying to figure out my RunKeeper. Gross. Gotta do that.
REALLY long story short, I am going to use this blog for a source of accountability while I get back on track. I have a few realistic goals for myself. I am not planning to cut calories or diet by any means. I do not have a weight in mind per say anymore, if I did it would be 140, but whatever. I have been trying to eat better and watch what I do eat. Mostly just want to focus and the physical aspects and trying to lose this belly!!
1. Run at least 2 miles every other day.
2. Do at least 200 crunches, bicycles, or leg lifts at home, along with using the machines at the gym when there, 60 reps each, which is 120 all together.
3. Drink at least 2 Mucho Gusto cups of water while at work, which I believe are 32 oz each. Gotta look that up.
4. Be able to wear the shirts that I want without looking like I am 3-4 months gestation.
Thanks for listening to my daily rant. I thought of 3 topics i wanted to blog about while blogging. This may become a problem.
Marci
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Jumping on the Blog Bandwagon
I have several friends who have blogs. I look forward to their witty posts, usually accompanied with videos of their babies, or amazing photographs of their families each week. I long to be that talented with a camera or clever with a word. When Myspace was an actual website I used to spend hours babbling on my blog about anything and everything that I was feeling. I missed that. This week while I was at work my husband purchased a new computer and a desk and has begun a very large project for himself with a very important purpose. I on the other hand, just like talking about myself and the sound of a new keyboard.
So here I sit. I am writing a blog. I had a name dreamed up weeks ago when my darling friend Sheri began her blog, but I thought it may sound like a porno or sex site to those who didn't know my obsession with Grey's Anatomy. I was going to call it Marci's Anatomy, or The Anatomy of Marci. See what I mean? So we now have Everything Edmondson. I am so happy to have been blessed with a new last name that's easy to spell and pronounce, and starts with and E! I like it. It works. The blog does not look anything like I want it to, I am learning. It will be rapidly changing once I get this lay out figured out.
Hmmm. So a little about me and my family, since I was not able to write about them as planned, like Kim does on her blog. I babbled about myself in my 'About Me' section, see that for details.
Kenny is my husband, stay at home daddy since Megan's birth. Basketball coach. Iraq Vet. He is my cats meow. I cant believe I just wrote that. But seriously, I fell in love the first moment that I saw him and we have weathered impossible storms to get to where we are. Kenny and I were married this year on 1/1/11 in Las Vegas.(that trip would have made a great blog). He is dedicated to making a difference in the lives of our children as well as those around us to make sure that they lead better lives than the ones we had up until this point. He is doing a damn good job. He has taught Megan everything she knows, which is much more than most 2 year olds. He is currently working on quite the undertaking of a project, if it comes to life while be amazing for Vets all over the world. I kinda like him.
Zachary is my 9 year old son. He loves to play soccer, sing, terrorize his sister, brother, and the pets. He is incredibly smart, started reading early and doing math at age 4. He loves video games that are inappropriate for his age, but as long as those monitoring the kids know what they are doing, and educating them otherwise, I let that go. He loves Justin Beiber as much as I do. An will sing right along with him anytime.
Dylan is my 8 year old step son. He recently started staying us and is a welcome addition to our family. He is sweet, caring, and funny. Also loves to torture his sister and brother, also loves soccer, and the video game thing. He is a very quick learner, listens like a dream, and is a helping hand whenever he is asked.
Megan Ireland Jeanne is our 2 year old baby girl. We are all madly in love with her. She loves her babies, dollies, little animals, and blocks. She loves spending time with her Daddy, and learning every step along the way. She recently started singing all kinds of funny things we say. Right this moment she is singing, "What's that squeaky sound?" Something I said earlier today, and its now a Pop sensation. She keeps us all on our toes with her ability to stay up til 11 pm for no apparent reason. She is a learning experience to say the least!
Lila our American Bulldog is a few months old, bites all of us constantly, chews cords and shoes. Chases our cat, Dora, who is really boring and nondescript frankly. We have a 3 year old Bull Python named Akmed. He is also pretty boring and just exists in our house.
I think that all of us. Megan just woke up room her very long nap so we are going to get showered and find something to do out in this world!!! Welcome to my blog friends. this should be fun!
So here I sit. I am writing a blog. I had a name dreamed up weeks ago when my darling friend Sheri began her blog, but I thought it may sound like a porno or sex site to those who didn't know my obsession with Grey's Anatomy. I was going to call it Marci's Anatomy, or The Anatomy of Marci. See what I mean? So we now have Everything Edmondson. I am so happy to have been blessed with a new last name that's easy to spell and pronounce, and starts with and E! I like it. It works. The blog does not look anything like I want it to, I am learning. It will be rapidly changing once I get this lay out figured out.
Hmmm. So a little about me and my family, since I was not able to write about them as planned, like Kim does on her blog. I babbled about myself in my 'About Me' section, see that for details.
Kenny is my husband, stay at home daddy since Megan's birth. Basketball coach. Iraq Vet. He is my cats meow. I cant believe I just wrote that. But seriously, I fell in love the first moment that I saw him and we have weathered impossible storms to get to where we are. Kenny and I were married this year on 1/1/11 in Las Vegas.(that trip would have made a great blog). He is dedicated to making a difference in the lives of our children as well as those around us to make sure that they lead better lives than the ones we had up until this point. He is doing a damn good job. He has taught Megan everything she knows, which is much more than most 2 year olds. He is currently working on quite the undertaking of a project, if it comes to life while be amazing for Vets all over the world. I kinda like him.
Zachary is my 9 year old son. He loves to play soccer, sing, terrorize his sister, brother, and the pets. He is incredibly smart, started reading early and doing math at age 4. He loves video games that are inappropriate for his age, but as long as those monitoring the kids know what they are doing, and educating them otherwise, I let that go. He loves Justin Beiber as much as I do. An will sing right along with him anytime.
Dylan is my 8 year old step son. He recently started staying us and is a welcome addition to our family. He is sweet, caring, and funny. Also loves to torture his sister and brother, also loves soccer, and the video game thing. He is a very quick learner, listens like a dream, and is a helping hand whenever he is asked.
Megan Ireland Jeanne is our 2 year old baby girl. We are all madly in love with her. She loves her babies, dollies, little animals, and blocks. She loves spending time with her Daddy, and learning every step along the way. She recently started singing all kinds of funny things we say. Right this moment she is singing, "What's that squeaky sound?" Something I said earlier today, and its now a Pop sensation. She keeps us all on our toes with her ability to stay up til 11 pm for no apparent reason. She is a learning experience to say the least!
Lila our American Bulldog is a few months old, bites all of us constantly, chews cords and shoes. Chases our cat, Dora, who is really boring and nondescript frankly. We have a 3 year old Bull Python named Akmed. He is also pretty boring and just exists in our house.
I think that all of us. Megan just woke up room her very long nap so we are going to get showered and find something to do out in this world!!! Welcome to my blog friends. this should be fun!
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