Resolutions! Such as they are.

Hi all, I hope you had a very merry Christmas or what have you!

Today's workout-- I felt like I was running super fast, and I decided that because it's so cold, my thigh fat froze solid, causing it to jiggle less. If you follow the laws of physics you know that less jiggling = more forward motion. It's Newtonian law. Ergo, if I lose weight, I'll run faster. SCIENCE FOLKS.

So! That being said, I'm laying out my New Years Resolutions.  I do them every year, and usually I follow through. The ones I didn't finish were kind of over-ambitious (learn Brahms' Rhapsody No. 2 on piano? Yeah, I bought the sheet music, muddled through it once, and thought "well crap"). As I am sure you remember from your management trainee classes, goals should be specific, measurable and attainable. One year, my friend Ann-Margret and I vowed to run in at least one 5k a month, and we did. In 2012, I wanted to run 1,000 miles, and I have (1297 as of this morning). I also read the whole Bible instead of in bits and pieces, continued exercising, and started counting my blessings every day all as part of my resolution-keeping. What I'm saying is, I take this seriously.

RESOLUTIONS!

1. Lose weight. HAHAHA, you're thinking. I lose the same dang 15 pounds every year--sometimes twice! But this year I'm changing it up. In the interest of long-term health, my resolution is NOT to lose 15 pounds. No, I need to sustain it. So this year, to get specific and measurable: I will weigh xxx* on March 19, June 19, September 19 and December 19, which is my 40th birthday. And by 40th, I mean 26th again (obviously).

*You'll never know! Just kidding, I'll probably forget I posted this and tell you how much I weigh later.

2. Break 4:00 in a full marathon. This isn't really a resolution, it's a goal. And my marathon is in January, so it's not a year-long thing. But I'm putting it here because if I do it, I can check it off my list! And if I don't, maybe JUST MAYBE I AM NOT PROMISING I can sign up for another later in the year.

3. Not sure how to put this in words, but I want to stop letting things sneak up on me. Like, I'll get a call that it's my nephew's 13th birthday tomorrow and think "What? How did this happen? Isn't he 9? Isn't his birthday in January? Oh wait it IS January! Crud!" Or, my sister-in-law was having a baby and for MONTHS I thought, "I should start planning the shower" and suddenly it was only a month away. You know what? I need a personal assistant. But since I'm not rich, I need another plan.

To start, I got a tiny pocket calendar and I'm slowly entering birthdays and anniversaries. I'm going to start planning events farther ahead then next weekend, too. And instead of just entering the event itself on the calendar, I'll enter "start getting ready for Event" a few times ahead as well. Yeah! Genius! Also, I'll back up my calendar. I used to keep it in my phone only, and when my phone got smashed in a horrific treadmill mishap, my life was in shambles.

4. I'm thinking about entering something here about push-ups and sit-ups, but I'm not fully committed yet. It sounds hard. I like sitting on the couch and I don't want the floor glaring at me in a judgemental manner if I'm not down on it sweating.

So! Those are my resolutions. Wish me luck! Or better yet, wish me resolve and determination. I need all the help I can get. Happy 2013 everyone!

'Tis the Season to be a Chunky Monkey

All I can say is, it's a darn good thing that I run a lot. Yesterday after 16 miles I proceeded to eat cookie dough and cookies for dinner--luckily I had chunky vegegetable beef soup for a snack, which I am sure cancels out the ginormous mounds of cookie dough, two kinds. I shudder to think of the calories.

But then today, this is what greeted me at work:

It's two layers. Five pounds. There are seven of us here but I guarantee that I will eat over half this box. I decided that every time I ate one, I'd run in the back and do ten pushups. But here we are at the end of the day and my arms and chest are trembling, I'm just not strong enough to stick to this deal!

Also:

My boss brought me these because, as a dude, he thinks all woman-stress must come from hormones and chocolate will solve it. Never mind the high-pressure job or all the other things that might stress a girl out. Don't get me wrong, I ate it. All. We just have so much junk food around here all the time!

First world problems, amiright? Sometimes I think about how awful it is to eat food just because it's there, hungry or not, when people in other places are literally always hungry. We are truly wealthy here in America and often take it for granted.

Anyway, it's now about six weeks till the marathon, and I'm not exactly where I should be with my training. I'm starting to wonder if my goal of "finishing with a 3 in front of my time" should change to "finishing". Which is totally fine, I am blessed to be able to do this at all!

Merry December 12th, y'all.

Sometimes You Shouldn't Go Running

No, really, I mean it!

This weekend my marathon training schedule called for 8 miles yesterday, 18 today. It's an important weekend in the 4-month plan because usually a long run would come after a rest day instead of an 8-mile day, so in theory I'd be running the last 18 miles of an imaginary marathon. Learning perseverance and all that.

However! This weekend, schedule be danged, I went to visit one of my very best friends up in Colorado. Yes, I brought my running shoes. Yes, I planned to run. But the whole visit was only 40 hours long, so why would I want to spend such a large chunk of it running? Especially when we could:

1. Sit around Andrea's kitchen table drinking sugar-free peppermint mochas (3 each) and chatting.

2. Play with her adorable little girls.

3. Eat lunch at a cute downtown restaurant, out on the patio in the sunshine, because even though it's December it was a sparkly, sunny day. (Please note at this point in the day, we were Being Good. I had salad and Penny and Andrea had soup. We're so conscientious!)

4. Finally, FINALLY see Breaking Dawn 2 in the theater (best seats in the house!):

5. Stop for a quick drink! But it was Happy Hour and 2-for-1 so it wasn't our fault we had to have two each. They were small. Still Being Good.

6. Go shopping!

7. Go out for dinner! And lo and behold, they still had 2-for-1. Which meant all my anti-junk-food inhibitions went on a mini-vacation and I downed a mountain of chicken strips and sweet potato fries.

I started to do the math at this point to determine the number of treadmill miles required to counteract my appetite, but I decided it didn't matter. You know why? Andrea and Penny and I only get to hang out a few times per decade. We had such a lovely time! I did NOT get up and run for three hours this morning. We had more peppermint mochas, went to an interesting and enjoyable church service, and got pizza. And then we talked some more.

What a great weekend! I'm not worried about the training plan because I know I'll be well-rested for the coming week of training. And I'm mentally refreshed. Sometimes that's more necessary than pushing yourself physically, know what I mean?