I started this Fighter Diet ( @Fighter_Diet ) technically 4 days ago if you count today. The challenge actually started today but I have to be ahead of everyone so I started counting nutrients and measuring stuff on Sunday. I put my book together with all the support docs they give us and also included log sheets for the next 40 or so days of the 87-ish that make up the challenge. I have all the workout logs and the food breakdowns in there. It’s my bible for the next 12 weeks! Ok, that’s not so strange as I am an organized person to a fault. Not perfect of course because attention to details in some things isn’t where it could be but mostly I hold the title for organizational queen. Today however, I went out at lunch and bought the stuff to make these weird looking but very popular, pancakes (or waffles) that everyone taking the challenge is raving about. Not only did I buy the ingredients I didn’t have at home but I also bought an alternate for variety or choice if I don’t like the first one. I also bought another ingredient that is in my book because it looked healthy and good and just 4 days in I’m starting to get sick of the same foods every day. NO, what I’m sick of mostly is writing down the same stupid foods every day on my sheet. Not sure why that’s bugging me but it is. So now I’ll have a choice but whatever happened to waiting to see how at least week 1 panned out before jumping all in? Clearly I’m a fan of this program and I’ve thrown caution to the wind because I’m convinced it’s going to work for me despite my reservations about the food consumption. You see, I already work out as much if not more than they tell the participants to do in the program. Many of this group are out of shape with little to no fitness in their life so for them this program will be a godsend. For me I’m hoping that counting my nutrients and drinking a TON of water above what I usually get down in conjunction with upping and switching up my weight workouts a little will be the difference. Having people to talk to about what I’m doing who understand it because they too are living it is helpful. Seeing other people’s motivation and success/ failures makes me feel normal and having drank the proverbial Coolaid is helping motivate me to keep going every day. Seeing all these before pictures of people who also jumped in head first is inspiring. Probably why I sent in my pictures because who the hell cares what I look like except me. It all boils down to the fact that I’m stoked to be doing this. I’m happy that there are coaches with what seems like endless patience for people who could answer their own questions if they would just READ the material that was handed out. One of the things that I like most about this challenge is that I don’t set the workouts. I have to follow what they set forthe as the workout for the week. I can’t change it, skip it (well I could but I won’t), substitute it at all. No one is monitoring me but me and I really don’t want to be on the other side of that face in the mirror. I’m more motivated to follow a specific plan laid out week by week than I am continuing to lay out a new plan for myself and going at the moderate workout in an average way.
I am a foodie plain and simple. I love food. I live to eat good food and thankfully I am a modified good eater that broke old bad food habits. I wake up thinking about what is for breakfast, lunch and dinner and go to bed thinking about the next day’s food adventure! Well, I never would have thought that I would be bitching about how much food I have to eat but here I am dreading all the food I must eat today. Now when I say dread I don’t mean I don’t want to…..I just am not looking forward to actually consuming that much food. I am now on Pauline Nordin’s Fighter Diet. I don’t follow her recipes but those are just suggestions for those who can’t get going or need tight guidance. I don’t need this. It’s a program with a specific workout regimen and a very specific plan for counting calories, proteins, carbs and fats. Well let me be the first to say that I LOVE the organization and planning part of this diet but I HATE actually writing it all down and planning meals for the day. Such a pain in the ass but I’m doing it. This plan calls for ME (specific calculation based on where I want to get to) to actually eat 2,175 calories! OMFG! I usually hover around 1,100 – 1,400 per day and maybe a scooch more on workout days which is pretty much every day. 2,175 doesn’t sound like much but believe me when it isn’t coming from shit you’re just shoving in your face but from calculated planning it’s a shit ton of food. I eat all damn day long! Now no complaints from me about eating but it seems like I never stop. I will say that having to write it all down and be accountable for each thing I am eating is a major stopper to just snacking whenever I want. Having to report to myself for each calorie and try to stay under the daily limit took me over an HOUR last night to plan out. I added and then subtracted foods, erased things and did the re-add thing for all the numbers until I got as close as I could for the day. It is never going to be dead on to my planned max for each of the 4 categories but I do my best. Which is all I can do. I’m nervous about putting on weight because of all this food but my friend Cherrie says to have faith in the plan because she’s proof that it works like it should and if you follow your plan. I signed up because I want to look good for my age…well better anyway. I signed up so I am not a blanket dweller at the beach who is afraid to show some skin because it’s all cellulite. I don’t want to get all mushy or mushier and if I can tighten my core for a good Falmouth this year I’ll be super happy not to mention that looking ok in a bathing suit at the company outing in a few weeks would be outstanding too. That one is just a bonus. So this is an experiment for me to see how good I can be and how well it will work. I want to learn how to feed my body and make it do what I want. It should be interesting so stay tuned for Fighter Diet updates. My Bad Ass B friends are all doing it so it’s more fun in a group. So happy these ladies are my friends!
I have already set my 2018 fitness schedule through March. I have a half marathon on the books for March so my plan goes to there. I have set a weight goal that I would like to hit either by my half or by my birthday in May. Seventeen pounds that I want to shed is a little harder now that I’m older and doing some weight training to tone. I seem to hover around 165 these days which in my pants feels great but my eyes are still from the old school that start the name calling when I look in the mirror and still see cellulite on my legs and ass that make me wonder if I’ll ever get rid of that. Better happy and healthy and hovering at a healthy heavier weight than to be deeply depressed and either 200 lbs or 150 heading to very bad places. That was my swing not long ago. I’ve pretty much made peace with my current weight but I fight old demons that lurk in the mirror every day.
I have a meal plan of sorts in my head for this year one month at a time. ( THIS IS NOT ME BTW but I’d like it to be LOL!)
When I say meal plan I mean less sweets, more protein and less snacking. I want to up my effort in the weight training arena to really put in a full body effort with more focus on toning to try to cut just a little more body fat. My husband keeps saying I’m tight but when you’re feeling my ribs, OF COURSE, I’m tight. Not much fat there at all. LOL. I don’t really argue with him because it makes me feel good that that is the picture he sees of me and not the one I see in the mirror. I am going to try overnight oats this coming year to see if I can stomach them. They look awesome but something about oats that sat overnight kind of boges me out.
In terms of running, I don’t think this year will be as full as last year. I believe I’ll fall somewhere between 3-4 races not the 7 I did this year. One for me, one with my friend and one with my Bad Ass B’s for sure. Maybe one other but I would like to focus on strength training this year more than running to see what I have in me and how “tight” I can actually make this old body. I want to be amazing at 50 which is my 2019 birthday number. One reason I want to take it easy on the running THIS year is because I want to run a full marathon next year for my 50th. That goal scares the shit out of me because it’s bigger than I’ve ever attempted. It’s overwhelmingly ginormous and intimidating but it’s on my mind. I think even if I DNF (WHICH I HAVE NEVER EVER DONE BTW) I will have attempted what in my mind is the coo de ta of races. Can I do it? I do believe I can and I want to push myself to see if I can. So this year I’ll focus on strength to prepare for the BIG ONE next year. Get ready B’s because I’m going to need you there when I make that attempt. I’ll need my girls to help me get there and to be at the finish line with hopefully one or all of my kids cheering me to the finish. It will be a year of preparation and focus one month at a time. Watch out 2019 because this girl is coming for you with a vengeance. This girl is going to be ready when you arrive!
Here’s to the next 367 days until 2019 gets here!
So my last Half Marathon is now done. It was a very hilly race in cooler weather that bordered on raw by the end of the race. I was happy that the nasty rain held out pretty much until I was finished. Deep down inside I was a little disappointed that I had to walk a few times. Well, it was more like wanted to walk most of those times except for a few times getting up another hill. I hate it when I walk because it makes me feel so damn defeated but as I tell everyone I know, no one…I mean NO ONE in the world cares if you walk. There were lots of walkers yesterday and walkers in places where I didn’t really understand why they were walking at that very spot. I always feel a little like I don’t deserve the finishers medal when I walk. I know I still finished 13.1 miles but I didn’t run the entire thing and I certainly didn’t treat it like a race and push myself anywhere except to the finish line. I was disappointed but disappointments are only temporary. My wonderful son was waiting in the stinging cold rain for me with a giant bear hug at the finish line. That was my actual reward for running yesterday’s race. I always look for my kids if they come to the race because it’s like a huge surge of adrenaline that kicks in when I round the corner. I can’t wait to get to them and hug them. All I think about the last 2 miles is the kid who came to my race. So far that has only been James and it’s kind of nice to have him volunteer to come with me and sit around for 2+ hours while I run. My hips and knees and legs were not in the greatest shape when I finished. My right knee especially must have had some serious internal swelling because it was killing me. The backs of my legs ached especially on the long drive home 7 hours later from spending the post race day with my son John at URI. Driving was more and more awful as the hour home went on. I couldn’t wait to put my feet up for the night. I am disappointed that the new @cwx_usa tights that I bought specifically for leg, joint and muscle support didn’t work. It could have been the hills and I suppose that today had I not worn them I could feel a whole lot worse, but yesterday I was disappointed in the $75 investment that didn’t make a difference when I needed it to. Live and learn I suppose. Maybe I need to do a long flat run to see how I feel but I feel like I shouldn’t have felt so bad after this race because I had my @cwx_usa tights. Maybe I’m just old. Today I’m over it because disappointments are temporary as long as you use them to improve yourself and your situation. Overall yesterday was a success in that I finished and I’m proud of myself for finishing. I certainly am happy that I only have one more race to go next Sunday but I’m nervous because the hill I’m about to face is 10x any hill I took on yesterday and it’s 4 miles long straight up in the predicted cold weather. Only time will tell how it will go and only a good attitude will see me through. I’ve got at least one of those under control, the rest I’ll take as it comes. Bring on VT and the best race that I can do.
In my endeavor to improve not only my physical self but my eating habits and discipline as well, I have learned that there are some things you have to do sometimes. This week that something is to do single workouts daily instead of double sessions. I could use the excuse that I have my period and I’m tired, which I really am but I won’t. I am choosing to take this week to stay on track but to give my body a little respite from hard days. Body needs rest and while I’m working on the eating plan and the fitness plan I’ll make this an easy week. My brain doesn’t like it but hey that’s too damn bad. I know it will be good for me and at the end of the day that’s all that matters. So discipline and hard work are the name of the game for the next four months. I wish I had a goal that this plan supports but alas, it’s just a general plan. Going hard for several months may just come in handy next fall if I am brave enough to do it. I may have to recruit a friend of mine who I know is crazy enough to say yes to give me some accountability to not chicken out. We’ll see. I’m not there yet but I will be. So cups up to better fitness and more discipline for the Fall!
I ran Falmouth again this year. This is the second time I’ve run this one. I don’t run it for the medal because they don’t give medals usually as I learned the hard way last year. Come to find out they give medals at this race every 5 years. This year was the 45th running of this bucket list race so guess what I got! Yep a medal! It’s beautiful and so worth the 7 mile struggle over hills in the heat.
@FalmouthRR is something you do for the experience not the race itself. You know, I stood in a sea of people that you just don’t understand until you do it. 12,800 runners is almost indescribable. and not one incident of violence… Imagine that! Not one fight or argument. Another several thousands of people that lined the ENTIRE 7 mile route. So many people and we all had nothing but love and respect for each other. We smiled, picked each other up, congratulated one another. We were courteous and friendly. We came from all parts of the country: Nigeria, USA, Kenya, Canada and many other places. No one had any racist or supremacist attitudes. No one marched with signs or jeered or drove cars into the crowd. We all just had love and happiness in our hearts. When you see someone get emotional because another runner went down, that’s love for your fellow humans! That is how it should be.
ANYWAY… Today was many things. It was definitely all about the bling and the experience. As those of you who know me well understand, I love me a good medal! The race itself is always a hot one which makes it harder than other races. IT took us 25 or so minutes to actually walk from where we hit the main drag TO the starting line because in this race they do a pulse start which just means we set of in groups of like 50 at a time then they wait a minute and send the next group. It spaces us out and helps keep things moving. Even this small detail is just one of the many things that make this my all time favorite race ever! I wasn’t sure my race would be a good one because of the time of month it was. I’m always slow just before the blessed event so I was expecting it to be hard, but went into it just wanting to have fun at the very least. That I did achieve with no problem whatsoever. I wanted to beat my 1:18:15 time from last year and amazingly I did!!! I finished unofficially at 1:15:51! I believe 100% that that accomplishment is directly attributed to all the core workouts I have been doing. It definitely paid off because the hills were a bitch, especially the one at the very end that made 7.1 miles feel like 13.1. Over the 7 .1 miles I was perpetually stuck in a large group of runners the entire way so it was nearly impossible to run swiftly when you’re crowded in. I was grateful that that I couldn’t “take off” because it forced me to run a better more controlled race. Probably why I finished two minutes faster than last year. The feeling of struggling for 7 hilly hot miles seems to fade away as you give that last and final ounce of energy to push up that last horrible hill. When you crest it you can see the gigantic American flag that is hoisted above the finish line by a crane just a hundred yards below. You somehow find strength as people are cheering and shouting and you see the Jumbotron with the life finish line stream for those waiting for their loved ones to cross. The air is electric with excitement and you run to that beautiful painted word on the street “FINISH” that sits under the banner just above that signals the end of your 7 mile journey marked by a stomp on the timing mat to seal your race time. You can’t explain how it feels, you have to experience it yourself.
The Falmouth Road Race organizers, volunteers & medics are outstanding! They should get their own medal for the perfected work of making this race such a smooth well oiled event! I’m not kidding you, it is so well organized, you don’t have to search for porto o potties because there are literally about a hundred in the waiting area. Medics were visible with clearly marked signs at several points along the way ready to help those who needed it,. The police rode bikes along the route to ensure things moved along nicely. The people of Falmouth and friends / family of runners literally just line the streets cheering for you, soaking you with their hoses, giving you oranges and ice and 5 bands set up along the route and played music for us as we passed. There weren’t just a few… there were people that in some places were several rows deep just watching us come through. Some gave high fives (the little kids are my favorites to high five. They are wonderful cheerers!) Many blasted the radio, some had cow bells and others had horns. There were so many this year, more than last I thought. Any time I thought I might do some walking beyond just stopping for water I just couldn’t do it because the excitement of being there was compelling. I just cannot say enough good things about this wonderful race.
When you use the word Chaos mostly you think of confusion and craziness that leaves a bad taste in your mouth. The gathering spot after the race can only be described as chaos. I’ve never seen or experienced organized chaos until I ran Falmouth. So many people all in the same spot but it’s oddly and strangely organized. From the pick up letters at the back of the field where families go to meet runners to the guys handing out the Yasso bars @eatyasso by the way, is by far the best at the end of a hard race! The band and the tent volunteers handing out post race goodies somehow swiftly corral all those people through with no waiting line. The whole race was start to finish amazing and something that you should do if you want to see how a good race is run. I can’t wait for next year!!
One of my favorite parts of my experience lies outside the race itself. I run this race with my friend Barbara and we stay with our friends Gary and Gail who live in Falmouth. Staying with friends who give you a ride to the busses and fight the crowd to pick you up from the finish line, who feed you and give you a place to lay your head for free absolutely makes the experience just that much better. Running this race with my friend, even though we don’t run together, is the BEST! knowing that I’m sharing something amazing with her is special. Taking selfies and pictures throughout our days there are memories that I cherish. Having someone to share what will become a tall tale that I tell my grandchildren later in life is one of those things that money can’t buy! I really love my running friend(s). This part of the experience and not having to worry about crowded restaurants, overbooked hotels, driving to the start or finding parking or worrying about my belongings while I’m racing turns what could be a crazy stressful weekend into a wonderful weekend of memories instead!
There’s just something peaceful about morning running. Maybe it’s the quiet of the day or the darkness that hasn’t quite conceded to the bright glow of the majestic day ahead. There are not many cars around nor other runners where I am or even people walking dogs. It’s just quiet almost to the point that I can hear my thoughts out loud. I love that first breath in of fresh crisp air that purges my lungs of night air and fills my soul with brightness. It calls me to it, envelops me and makes me its own for 30 minutes of bliss. I can see the glow of a dawning day in the windows of my neighbors and see those who have started their day. I can smell those ambitious enough to cook something that appeals to my palette as I run on an empty stomach thinking about the pancakes and eggs I’ll make when I return. As dawn lights my way, revealing my form I realize this is the best run that I’ve had in many days. I enjoyed it a lot and am happy I didn’t wait until tonight to go. When I run in the morning I have no worries, no problems, no distractions. My phone isn’t ringing, I’m not tied to the internet and I’m not trying to organize anything. It’s just me, in the dark blending in with what remains of the night. Free as a bird and not weighted down by life at this very moment.
Today as I make my way through my neighborhood wondering who knows I’m passing by, my mind is on my race on Sunday. I’m running The Falmouth Road Race and thinking about how the race will go and whether it will be my race. It may not be. Because of the time of the month it may have to just be fun. I’m not expecting it to be a stellar race because I just don’t do well a few days before I get my period. 2-4 days prior, my legs are heavy, it’s hard for me to breathe and it’s just a struggle. Even if it’s a struggle, I’d like to beat last years 1:18. I’m much stronger this year in my core than last year which will be helpful. Nonetheless, if I go into it not expecting too much and not trying to be faster than last year I think it will be fine. Slow it down and I’ll have more fun. My friend who runs this race with me might like company for the entire 7 miles rather than being dumped at the starting line like I usually do. I well know how not fun running alone is so that might be the way to go I think. It’s all about the fun and the experience.