tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88097581373635965542024-02-19T02:37:56.815-05:00Get Fit and Sweat TryingHi! I'm a mom on a fitness mission: It's all about the journey. Setting goals and making changes one step at a time, starting right now!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-62147547927419094832012-08-14T23:41:00.000-04:002012-08-14T23:46:47.085-04:00How NOT to give something up...So, I've been running a lot more lately. By some standards, I may as well be sitting on the couch eating Better Made Barbeque chips, but by <i>my</i> standards, I've been running a lot more lately.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not my bag....my bag's in the garbage...uggg...<a href="http://bmchips.com/" target="_blank">source</a> If you like chips, then you'd better check these babies out. If you don't live in MI, then you can have them sent to your home...to your front door step. Then you're in real trouble. Go ahead. Try them. They're gooood.</td></tr>
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I won't bore with details about my runs, but I will say this <i>if you can somehow wrangle in a workout partner, it will help motivate you to workout.</i> This is a tried and true, age old legendary tale that I just believe to be true. Two pairs of running legs are better than one. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Otherwise, this scene would have sent me straight back to bed. Instead, we got a nice 7 miler in!</td></tr>
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But...the running details are these: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">1.</span> I've been throwing in a couple of "tempo" runs. I'm not all technical, but just trying to run harder than normal. Totally uncomfortable. It's harder, but I like it. And, it makes me enjoy my longer "easier" runs more. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">2.</span> I have horrible running fashion sense. Really bad outfits, and shorts that look more like diapers. A real bad look. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">3.</span> I'm getting sick of what's on <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/02/fog-has-lifted.html" target="_blank">my ipod and need a major revamp</a>. I asked for suggestions before, and now I'm begging. Begging. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">4. </span>The Half that I "said" I was going to run is in October, and I am still not sure if I'm running or not. It sounds like fun, but I'm worried I won't be ready. Do I really need to be "ready"? Can I just run for fun? OR do I need to compete with myself... I haven't decided.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Green on green...grass green on pea green. Why didn't I crop this?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cropped, but awful-er than the green one! How did I get my arm to go backwards?</td></tr>
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Other totally random stuff swirling around in my head:<br />
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Bad running outfits. Just because both items fall under the category of green, doesn't mean that go. Or is it color blocking? That's trendy. See above pictures.<br />
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I've really been trying to <strike>totally give up</strike> cut back on candy and sweets in general. You know how if you're trying to not do something, or not eat something...you should probably try to stay away from it, right? I need serious help...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On my kitchen counter. I'm an educated human being. You don't have to tell me what a dumb move that is.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kid who doen't eat baked goods...can't waste a cupcake. Especially with sprinkles! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pink donut for the Pink Princess. Of course she only licks off the pink, then guess who finishes the rest of the slobbery confection. Even spit won't stop me. </td></tr>
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Why doesn't every restroom have one of these on the wall? Huh? I am so sick of making a "birds nest" on every public toilet, only for it to get knocked in the bowl when Sweet J hops on! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love me some Scott Personal Seats. </td></tr>
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I guess I have more of a food issue than I first let on to...I found the best. butter. ever. today at Krogs. Check it out. Here's the ingredients in case you aren't a sick junk food sicko like me. This stuff is heavenly.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look, 0g Trans Fat...per serving. What about if you <strike>double</strike> quadripple the serving? Still 0 for sure.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello cinnamon toast! I can't believe I just found you today! Where have you been all my life?</td></tr>
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I love catching my kids doing hilarious things while they're playing in a world of their own. Sweet J's nap time. She was mad I "woke them up" when I took the picture. Sorry.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since I can't put coffee on my coffee table or it will end up on the carpet in 2 seconds, why not wrap dolls up in Kleenex and put them on there instead?</td></tr>
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I finally arranged the "junk" drawer. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I stabbed myself on lose thumb tacks while shoving away the batteries and shoelaces to try and find a pen. This should be the answer to our prayers for a good week. Give or take.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I will come arrange your junk drawer for a small fee. Book now, because my time is limited and space is filling up.</td></tr>
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I plan to keep up the running until school starts on the <strike>freaking</strike> 4th or September. Then, it's back to the grind and back to a strict schedule that will take some getting used to. BUT...I LOVE a schedule. LOVE it. And I'm excited to have to jam everything into one little day and get it all done. Real freaking excited. :)<br />
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I have been loving my <a href="http://www.myshakeology.com/melissastaysfit">Shakeology</a> every morning this summer. I LOVE it. I have an extra bag somehow. I must have missed a day or 2 here and there. I'd love to have someone give it a try at my cost...which is 25% less than the list price. <a href="mailto:mabulous78@yahoo.com">Email me</a> if you're interested in trying it. A 30 day supply at 25% off...not a bad deal! I'd love to give you more details about the benefits of Shakeology too...<a href="mailto:mabulous78@yahoo.com" target="_blank">email</a> if you're interested in more info!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-57907363719862745282012-08-06T23:13:00.002-04:002012-08-06T23:55:09.207-04:00The Phone, The Finger and The FallCurrently I a typing this from my brand new... Wait for it... iPhone! Oh yes, I somehow finagled my way into a nice little one just the other day. It's kind of annoying typing on this tiny little keyboard, but this is just plain principle now. Anyway, I. Love. It. And, it's a skyscraper up <a href="http://www.getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/07/doll-hair-and-mall-hair.html">from this</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a nice little snapshot of my run this morning. So awesome that I can do this! I'm sure everyone already knows about the coolness of the <i>App...</i>but it's new to me. For now, this will take the place of my Garmin watch that I want too. I mean, I'm on a roll with gadgets now! AND...let's try and not pay too much attention to detail...as in the slowness. I was pre-occupied with my new GPS, you know? </td></tr>
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I've been back at it, running, in the wee hours of the morning. Like day 9 or something. What a difference it makes to get up and get it done! Just knowing that a nice cool run is under my belt is enough to brighten my day just a little bit! My total miles now, is over 500...is there any way I'll be at 1,000 in mid January? I mean, yes, right? <br />
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I'm not dreading getting up, in fact, I look forward to it. It really helps that I meet my early bird partner down the block and we go from there. I can not be the lame-o lady who flakes out!<br />
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So the other day, I was cutting up a nice juicy watermelon, like you do in the summer...only to find that it was infested with tiny little black seeds! How did people ever survive without seedless watermelon? In the midst of my dismay, the melon slips out from under my knife and I slice my finger clean off! Not really, but with the fact that I lost sight and hearing...I may or may not have passed out...you would have thought that was the truth. I, personally thing I handled the situation quite well, seeing as though I've never really ever been hurt before. Not even in sports. Swimming and running, you really don't get too banged up. Really, I'm surprised, with my luck that I didn't find some way to make those sports way more dangerous. Anyway, turns out everything is fine and all digits are in tact. Dumb seeded watermelon.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not that football ever really has a starting date or ending date...it's just pretty much a year round thing. Almost like a 5th person in the family. Kind of like a 5th person consisting of a great group of guys who love football and love teaching kids about the game and life. It takes a lot, lot, lot of time and energy to do what KDog does...Go Marauders! <a href="http://www.getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/07/sun.html">CS</a>!</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-5746190571827317142012-07-31T22:51:00.002-04:002012-07-31T22:51:55.255-04:00When You've Got Your Seasons BackwardsI find, that often times, if there is a natural order of things...like a way that most everybody and everything operates, then I've somehow found a way around it.<br />
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I'm speaking here of the natural way that people tend to harbor an extra little pound or two during the winter months. It's cold out, people are feeling cozy and warm inside. Munching on holiday goodies...all that good stuff. It's winter time! Let's just hide those cute little muffins with a sweater and call it a day! Throw on a scarf and it's like, hey, what double chin? As long as you've got jeans with a little give, you can hide most anything! It's the perfect season for deception.<br />
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Then there's summer. Ah, summer. Golden skin, lightened hair, and...a lot less clothes. Whatever you'd been hiding all winter is either going to come out and play, or you'd better do something about it in the spring! That's what spring is for, everybody! Prepping for the season where we let it all hang out.<br />
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Here's where the breaks start to squeal and the wheels come rolling off the wagon...the summer is <i>clearly </i>the best time of year. Don't get me wrong here...not complaining about the bliss of these 3 months out of the year...but I NEED PRESSURE. I can't thrive in an environment where I have free time. Where I have the option to just "do it later". Where I can sit outside and snack and snack and snack until we eat all the snacks...then I go make some more! I need limits!<br />
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If every day is a Tuesday, and there is no end to the week, and the days go on forever, and hot dogs never tasted so good, and it's just too hot to run today, and I've found waaaay too many treats to make off of Pinterest...things are going to go bad wrong here.<br />
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Even this blogging bit. I'll put anything off until "tomorrow" if it's summer! <br />
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It goes back to the old theory in college. Stay with me here...I have a semester to write my research paper. It's half of my grade. I do a little here and a little there. Nowhere near enough. Then, all of the sudden, it's the night before the paper is actually due on the Professor's desk. It's a mad scramble. Nobody better get in my way. Nobody better even think of ganking my computer in the "computer lab". Nothing will stand in my way of writing the most epic research paper ever in the 10 hour span of time I have <strike>procrastinated</strike> allotted myself. It gets done. I get an A. Or a B+. Whatever. It's done, and I can slap it on the fridge.<br />
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"Some things never change" is crap. It's August tomorrow and I'm going to kick it into high gear. No more procrastination here. No sir. I love to run. I do. I really do. That's my motto for August. Plus, I have a half marathon to run in October, and at this rate I'd probably just have to have someone roll me to the finish.<br />
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I log how many miles I've run since January of this year. I want to say I started on January 21st. I wonder if anyone (if there is anyone out there) who reads this goes, "I bet this lady says she runs, but she's probably just sitting around licking Dorito Cheese off of her fingers to type this bull!" In the spirit of that...here's a picture of me running. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: small;">Anybody, is there anybody, who drops the ball a little in the summer? Am I really the only one who's the the seasonal extra 5lb. thing backwards? Either way, drop a line!</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-60292778840226988522012-07-28T14:30:00.002-04:002012-07-28T16:12:41.937-04:00Love Me Some Nuun!Since I've been running regularly, I've been on the lookout for ways to replenish after a long run. Even for something to take along with me for a little extra electrolyte pick-me-up. I never have been a super huge fan of the popular sports drinks mostly just because of the sugary after taste that stays with you. <br />
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Looking around at other blogs, mostly of ladies who really have the clout to call themselves bona fide runners, I came across this product called <a href="http://www.nuun.com/">Nuun</a> more than once.<br />
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Of course I thought, "Hey, these sweet runner girls are drinking it, how about I give it a try!?" So, I emailed the awesome <a href="http://www.nuun.com/">Nuun</a> peeps and they sent me a sample! I tried the Tri Berry and the Citrus Fruit.<br />
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I got them in the mail, and was super excited to try it out right away. I filled up my water bottle, and dropped 1 of the tablets in. The water started to fizz, the tablet dissolved and I gave it a taste. The one thing I like the most about this drink, is that it is very light, and has no sugary after taste. It's not heavy in your stomach if you decide to take it with you on a run or to the gym (note: I have not taken it to the gym, unless you count my sweet basement <a href="http://www.getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/07/id-wish.html">makeshift sort of workout area</a>).<br />
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I haven't found this product in any store locally, here in the Detroit area, but, of course, you can order it online. I know I will be; there are tons more flavors to taste test. These little tubes are obviously easy to bring along with you to pop into a water bottle on the go.<br />
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Nuun has <a href="http://www.nuun.com/products">Gluten Free and Vegan and Vegetarian products</a> in their line of Active, Natural and All Day Hydration Tablets. <br />
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Nuun is also a partner with Susan G. Komen and offers ways for you to get involved in the fight against cancer by <a href="http://www.nuun.com/causes/komen">donating to the Foundation with every tube with a pink cap</a> that you buy through December 31, 2013! <br />
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I say, "Check this product out!". And let me know if you like it as much as I do!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-50181906258483241492012-07-19T22:54:00.001-04:002012-07-19T22:56:42.901-04:00I'd Wish...I couldn't wish for more...but if I had to, here's what I'd wish for...<br />
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...we had one of these babies in the backyard when I was growing up. Although, we did have a pool, so I can't complain, and I'm not, I'm just saying.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not my backyard. Lucky we have friends that have backyard water toys that last more than 30 minutes.</td></tr>
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...I were better at horseshoes. I was part of the runner up team in our neighborhood tournament last weekend, based entirely off of beginners luck and this awesome concoction of Crystal Light Raspberry Lemonade, Sprite Zero and a splash of adult cocktail mix.<br />
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...I could just enjoy time at the park like kids do without feeling hot, sticky and itchy. How are they never too hot to run around like maniacs, when I'm sweating bullets and getting eaten alive by yellow jackets while pushing them on this tire swing?<br />
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...this was me. I wanted to swan dive off of that pontoon so bad!<br />
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...the scenery in my basement for 20 miles on the stationary bike was the same as being outside. And that the walls were painted and tons of motivational posters were hung up on the walls in my own personal gym. For now I'll just settle for, it's free. And it's not 102* down there. Oh, that there was a treadmill down there too. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working out to Around the World in 80 Plates on the Food Network is my kind of hour well spent.</td></tr>
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...I had a backyard garden. But...thanks to my awesome neighbor's zucchini plants, I was able to make these tasty muffins and fry me up something good today :-) Love the veggies! :-)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not cooker, baker...don't claim to be. Not a food blogger either. Just an eater. That's about all.</td></tr>
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...I was there with the guys when Prince Fielder tossed my DMan this ball. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that is one happy kid. And a happy Pops too.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: small;">Is summer really half way over!!??<br /><br />I refuse to buy Back To School stuff until at least August 1st. Target, what are you doing to me??<br /><br />How's your summer going so far?</span></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-5051430923662920452012-07-12T22:33:00.001-04:002012-07-12T22:33:15.922-04:00Doll Hair and Mall HairI've been attempting to document life's happenings on my Verizon LG Crapster 5.0 phone for far too long. It's time to get a new camera. Stat. If I have to say it one more time, I'm going to...say it one more time. Dang it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stupid phone, Texas hair and broken camera. In that order. All in one picture. </td></tr>
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Every time I want to take a picture, I have to erase all my text messages, and cross my fingers that I have enough memory to capture the moment that has surely already passed by that time anyway. So it's all about getting a 3 year old to re-do the cute pose, or get a fuzzy action shot or forget to turn on or off the dumb flash. <br />
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I brought my phone on my run the other day, and had a stupendously naturistical and movingly perfect photo opp that I couldn't get texts and pictures erased and everything safely coordinated to capture. And, at the side of the road with cars whizzing by, I just said poo to it and kept going. <br />
Anyway, there were a little family of butterflies (the irony of the story is that <a href="http://www.getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/06/dont-call-it-comeback.html">I really don't like butterflies</a>. But, I didn't mind these ones. Maybe since I was outside and not in a stinking tent) fluttering around me as I trucked down the road for at least half a mile. They were circling around and around on my left and they just kept right on until they finally all buzzed in front of me and flew away. I can't help but think that was just a little sign. I'm not huge into "signs" and all that, but it's nice to kind of be reminded that things are looking up...just maybe.<br />
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On the subject of hair. Strangely enough, I was dabbling around on Pinerest...which I <strike>rarely</strike> always do, and found a way to untangle doll and Barbie hair. Remember giving your friend the Barbie with the nappiest hair to play with while you kept the one with the nice sleek pony tail? Nobody wanted to play with the one who looked like she had a rough night before or after she back-combed her hair to death.<br />
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All you do is mix water and fabric softener. I only had dryer sheets, so I just got one wet and squeezed it in the water, poured it into a spray bottle and soaked the hair with it. Combed it through and Poof! Crazy, rough-night hair Rapunzel had a sweet Morocan Oil looking mane. Not to mention the horse. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know what you're thinking, and I am also somewhat creeped out by the fact that I've taken and published pictures of my daughters dolls. But, try to picture poor Rapunzel in the before shot with her hair in complete shambles and knots so that it stopped at her creepy elbow instead of her creepy foot. Thank you Pinterest.</td></tr>
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Now Sweet J and her modeling crew, they have a whole other thing going on. The weave. The sass. It works.<br />
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As for workouts are concerned...I have been a lot less hard-core with the running lately. Getting up and the butt-crack of dawn has been less appealing as of late, and so running has been a 3-4 day a week workout rather than a 5-6 day a week one. Since running is my favorite by far in terms of getting the most bang out of my time, I've been a little bummed. Which is obviously my own fault since I'm the one not getting up early to do it. But, I've been doing other things instead.<br />
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Take biking the kiddies to the park and then doing a make-shift AB workout on the park bench. A. because I would just love to see an AB muscle. Just one would make me happy. <br />
And B. The park bench was to hot for me put my legs down on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Any pictures of my cuties playing in the park? No, just of me trying to make it look like I'm not taking a picture of myself. As if I didn't look like a wacko already. </td></tr>
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And, lastly, I will leave you with the ultimate in hair.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Remember Mall Hair? This takes talent, skill, a bun day, a hat day, and few days worth of dry shampoo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Since I've been a little lax with running lately, I've been trying to watch my diet just a wee bit more. And I don't like it. </span><div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Anybody out there...do you just feel like you have to watch it a lot less when you're doing more exercise? If only I'd watch what I'm eating all the time, running a ton or not...thoughts?</span><br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-4365664907343055272012-07-10T22:55:00.000-04:002012-07-10T22:55:04.528-04:00Good Luck Book ClubOk, so I've decided to broaden my horizons. I'm in a book club.<br />
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If anyone knows anything about me, it's that the last thing I can do is sit and read a book.<br />
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It's a sad state of events, seeing as though I'm an educator of kids, and an adult whom has made her way through a degree in education and a master's degree as well. <br />
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I know how to read. I have read before. I've used to read the comics every Sunday in the Detroit Free Press and News. I somehow made my way through the inner workings of all kinds of famous writers from crazy books and novels in college.<br />
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And now, I'm in a book club. The book that was discussed tonight was called "Gone Girl". It sounded like a book I'd try to steer clear of. From what I understand it had a lot of lies, completely psychotic behavior, deceit, and all kinds of death, murder and stuff that would make me have a hard time falling asleep at night.<br />
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Having said that, I'm ready to delve in. I've got this book on lock, and I'm going to go for it. The ultimate summer read. Why not? <br />
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In a world where I'm perfectly content with the big day where The Duncans decide what to name their new baby on "Good Luck Charlie"...I need to get a life, really. Is this what actual adults do?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I believe that branching out is going to be a good thing. It will ultimately give me something to think about on my runs. Today, I had a hard time. It was like hearing myself breathe was making me irritated. Um...sorry, but that's a must. I've got to give myself some depth this summer. Being off from school, must have given my brain the ok to stop al function beyond necessity.</span></div>
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I'm excited to see what's next on the list for this book club. I'm calling it "Opperation Brain Stimulation". <br />
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It's been a rough week to say the least. Pretty much running and most forms of formal exercise have been put on the back burner...but today was an inaugural run. I felt good. I felt "back". And I felt ready. Running is usually a time for me to think...a little...and maybe reflect and relax...but I was a little scared to be alone with my thoughts these past few days. Today was ok. There's no way to deny that running just kind of gets me back on track. Whatever track that might be. I love to run. And, maybe, just maybe, I love to read too!?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">What's the last book you've read? -- </span>The Twighlight series. holy crap, I'm serious.<br />
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Last week, all was good. There were great morning runs before the stupidly excessive heat struck, and there were days at the pool at Grammy and Pop's. We had Slip N Slide days, and play all day days. There were bon fire nights, and a Toby Keith night too.<br />
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We headed out the "The Lake" to visit Grandma and Grandpa and had a blast there, swimming and sitting in the shade and soaking up the 100+* weather. Is the Earth about to explode from the inside or something?</div>
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All the while, trying to soak up every moment that was sneaking by at record pace. Moments that you just can't. get. back. Between the "Get away from me!"s and the "Moooooom, she's touching me!"s and the "If you two don't stop right now...!"s, there were so many "I can't believe how lucky we are"s and "Just look at our beautiful children"s and "I wish this moment could last forever"s.<br />
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I was <strike>smart</strike> paranoid enough to have my <strike>dumb excuse for a camera/phone</strike> phone with me on a run around the lake and I was lucky enough to capture the sun coming up one morning. I stopped, well, mostly because there was a loose dog running in the road ahead of me, but then mostly because I just wanted to see the sun over the corn field and just - look for a second. Just that minute where I felt like I really never had before. Like the sun was saying "Good Morning! Remember this moment!!"<br />
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After some reflection, it's all too clear that The Waker of the Day was hitting me between the eyes with a different little message, "Remember me, and try to find the good it what's to come. You'll need to pray and search for a silver lining the next few days, so remember me." Boy, this has been a "so you say there's a silver lining?" kind of few days.<br />
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At the risk of sounding vague, there was a pins and needles family situation that needed much prayer as a few days went by with uncertainty. Everyone and everything is on the mend, thank the Lord. Man, you just never know.<br />
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At the risk of sounding vague, again, an awesome man, a close friend of my husband and fellow football coach tragically passed away on this 4th of July. The sun, a few days before, was trying to burn the beauty into my mind for moments where it seems like all the beauty is lost. The sun will be back to remind us, but right now, it's hard to remember even a few days back, the feeling it gave me. As long as it comes back each morning, hope remains that the silver lining is somewhere to be found. <br />
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It's hard not to sound cliche when times like these come around, and they do, and it's horrible. And it's gut wrenching, and it just makes you sick. And it's senseless. And it's unfair. And it makes you want to question that stupid sun. But, man, it will sure knock some sense into you. Makes you appreciate those moments in your every days. Makes you take a second to really listen to your children and to look right into their blue eyes and etch that memory into your fibers. Makes you look up into the sky and capture the pure beauty of the sunshine for moments when you can't really even seem to imagine that it was ever there.<br />
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I'm going to go and hug my family and say a little prayer for the family of our friend. Tomorrow, I'll be on my morning run, and Mr. Sunshine will likely be back at it again. I'll be listening, and soaking in the rays, because, boy, we really need them now.<br />
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I've fallen off the face of Blog Land. There's really no 1 good reason why. We've had a lot of things going on. All good stuff. By definition of good, like not bad stuff...just lots of family type stuff. <br />
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Since school is out, I've been taking vacation literally. Like sleep in till the kids get up, drink 90 cups of coffee, sit out on the patio, put my hair up in a thingy, wear flip flops, have backyard fires, hang out with friends and family, go to the lake, go to the pool kind of vacation. <br />
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Not, do all kinds of chores and projects and diy kind of stuff vacation. Hopefully I'll get to all that!<br />
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As far as workouts are concerned, I've been back at it regularly since Monday. So that's 3 days total so far. I've long since abandoned the Running Streak bandwagon. That happened the first day of our garage sale on Friday.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday, Day 3, and lots of stuff is picked through. I can't believe nobody wanted the double stroller that doesn't fold up! Come on! And the box of VHS tapes! Barely touched. "What About Bob" is still here if anyone wants it. I'll only charge shipping and handling...any takers?</td></tr>
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This was the first one I've ever had, and I can't say that I loved it. I can't say that I hated it. I just had it. That's about the extent. We ended up having ours on the same day as a couple of other neighbors, so it was a GarageSale-A-Palooza around here last weekend. An easy-ish way to score some fast cash and get rid of your stuff. Someone's trash is someone else's treasure is what they say!<br />
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Back to workouts. They still consist of running, pushups and core work. As obsessed I am with core work, one would think I'd have a crazy 8 pack by now like Gwen. But, I also love Red Vines and don't have a personal chef, or trainer...anyway...I'd better get to work!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, Gwen, are those airbrushed on? Or are they real? Gees!</td></tr>
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The kids have had a fun packed week with going to a Detroit Tigers baseball game ( or 2 if your name is DMan!) and to Greenfield Village to ride the train and the 99 year old carousel.<br />
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Today/Thursday: Nothing yet...this means nothing. No 1 mile run, no pushups, nothing. <br />
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Yesterday/Wednesday: Insanity Pure Cardio. 1.6 mile run. The Pure Cardio is such a good workout. I'm actually sore. Love it!<br />
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Tuesday: Morning run 4.5 miles.<br />
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Monday: I think I worked a whole post about how I wasn't going to run at all...but then when I went downstairs and told KDog that I posted about not running, he convinced me to go run a mile. I did. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">The streak is back on</span>...that is if I get a run in today. There's still time. But, if I don't get it in today, then the streak is off. Have you ever heard of someone so wishy washy?<br />
Sick of hearing about it yet?<br />
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Did I ever mention the time -last year- that I trained the <a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/">Hal Higdon</a> half marathon schedule to a perfect T in order to run the <a href="http://www.freepmarathon.com/">Detroit Free Press</a> half? Oh, I ran every mile on that dang paper. Then, I didn't get my special license to run over the Ambassador Bridge to Canada and back in time. Didn't run the half. I ran 13 miles that day anyway, in my neighborhood. I'm doing it this year. Talk about wishy washy. Not to mention top notch procrastinator.<br />
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School is officially out for summer. I love my J.O.B, however, I also love not going to my J.O.B. for approx. 3 month out of the year. <br />
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DDog had his pre-school graduation last week, and he looked dapper and 5. I can't believe he's 5.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How'd my baby get so big?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grammy and Pops were there. They wouldn't miss it for the world. And SweetJ has to put her own twist on things.</td></tr>
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We went to the local <strike>scary place where mobs of sketchy looking people hang out</strike> shopping mall to check out a sale at Bath and Body Works, and we ran into a Butterfly display. It was really cute, and unexpected, and the kids just had to check it out. <br />
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This was one of those times where I just had to completely suck it up and not act like a fruit cake screaming while cute, dainty little butterflies <strike>creepily</strike> gracefully fluttered all around us in a <strike>stinky and hot</strike> climate controlled tent.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not that I'm actually scared of butterflies. Look at them. They're so pretty. But I'm scared of bugs and flying things, so they technically fall into both categories. Doesn't matter if they're more bug than bird or the other way around...no good either way.</td></tr>
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I got some cute pictures and the kids thought it was cool. Check that one off the list. <br />
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So, as I mentioned before, I haven't done any sort of physical activity today. I planted some flowers and ran up and down the stairs a few times. But, my go-to workout, if all else fails, and if you even want to call it one, is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">PUSHUPS AND PLANKS.</span> I can do these in any outfit, don't really have to change. I can do them with my glasses on, which is nice. I can do these any place inside or outside. <br />
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I'll do 4 or 5 sets of 20, 25 or 30 pushups. Resting 1 - 2 minutes between. The planks for 2 or 3 minutes. What I really need to work on is holding those planks longer. I will try tonight. I just see the 3 minute and stop. Today, I will hold it longer. Hey, I might surprise myself!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, how about I go do that instead of perfecting the art of writing backwards. Anybody know if there's a setting that will de-mirrorize the computer picture taking thingy? Yeah, like I'd figure it out anyway.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-65378769354967277122012-06-11T22:29:00.003-04:002012-06-12T09:36:13.808-04:00Running Flops, Smores Pops and Jankily Made ProductsDay 15 today of the <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/06/pushups-complete-and-running-streak.html" target="_blank">NON Streak</a>. Let me tell you, I gave it a real good go. Last night, in my determination to keep the <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-267-269-14350-0,00.html" target="_blank">Streak</a> alive, I ran 1.22 miles at 11:02 p.m. I was not going to let the day go by without a run. Today, I say...I just. can't. do. it. I could go right now. Not quite dark yet...but my legs say stay home, and so, 14 days of running is the most I've ever done in a row.<br />
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I stink. But, I'm just a human who needs to take a small break. Just a day. The kind where I put my pj pants on at 6:45 break. Where even 1.22 miles doesn't sound like a break enough. <a href="http://www.freepmarathon.com/" target="_blank">Detroit Free Press Half Marathon</a> Training is just around the corner, so I'm feeling not so bad about this day. <br />
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On a more positive note, there are just 3 more days of school left until SUMMER BREAK!! I can almost taste it. Or smell it...that, and the rank odor that is emitted from my classroom due to the 142 sweaty teens wearing jeans and fur hoodies as they bake in my 90* upstairs inferno of he...ok, well, it's almost summer...Yay!!<br />
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Here are the delicious Smores Pops I found on <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/54676582945551151/">Pinterest...</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marshmallows, straws, chocolate melted, crushed grahams...even I can do this.</td></tr>
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Super easy to make, and super tasty. Next time I'll think to actually melt the Hershey's bars instead of the chocolate chips. AND...I've got to find some other sweet toppings to add besides your basic Honey Grahams. I'm thinking maybe soak the marshmallow's in vodka or spike the chocolate...or maybe I should just cool it and roll them in sprinkles. They're for the kids for Heaven's sake.<br />
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We got a pool. Just like I remember having when I was a kid. It was so much fun! We got all sunscreened up, filled up the oasis and let the sun heat the water...the kids and their friends had a ball! For about 1.5 hours until the thing split down the side, and the water came spilling out. Bummer. They just don't make things like they used to. These poor kids. Can't even enjoy a plastic backyard pool anymore. Too jankily made. <br />
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You know, if you want something done, you just have to do it yourself. Which brings me to my next topic: our stinking dryer. It broke. After 2 years of working so very hard for us, maybe 3 days a week, it just got too tired of heating and tumbling, and tumbling and heating, and quit. No heat. Tumbler going, but as luck would have it, nothing dries if you got no heat, man. So, we had to bring home a new one, in the hopes that it serves our family for more than 3 months. Mostly because it took KDog 9 hours to NON FIX the last one, poor guy. Glad he wasted half a day on getting nowhere for free as opposed to paying repair man to tell us the same thing! (Sorry about your wasted day, too, Jeff!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here she is. Isn't she a beauty. I, personally would rather spend the money on maybe a new pair of running shoes and a personal family chef for a month, but we had to get this dryer. </td></tr>
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I have to make sure DMan has at least 1 of his 3 Tigers jerseys clean for every single day of the week. I really should just return the rest of his closet full of clothes, because he refuses to wear anything but the polyester baseball shirts. At least he has no body stank yet, because in a few years it could get real ugly. Hopefully he grows out of this stage. And then SweetJ has to have some sort of pink sparkling thing to wear, she's got to keep up her Disney princess persona! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, this isn't a jersey shirt he's got on, but it fits the sports criteria. It has football on it. That will due if the dryer is broken and we are at a shortage of baseball shirts.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-83016466392332807512012-06-06T22:42:00.001-04:002012-06-06T22:42:07.372-04:00How To Get Through a Tough WorkoutToday marks day 10 of consecutive runs. This morning was particularly tough, mostly because I was chased by a bulldog at 4:45 am...not cool...but also because I wasn't in it mentally. <br />
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The first bit of my run was no fun. I didn't want to do it in the first place. But, I knew that there was a reason I needed to just keep going, finish and move on. I had to do some talking to myself, and rationalizing and convincing myself that I should not stop a block from home and crawl back into bed for an hour longer. Boy, that sounded great. But finishing and logging another pretty good run started to sound even better after I played a few little mind games on myself...<br />
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Sometimes finishing a brutal workout can be, well, brutal.<br />
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<li>A workout can be rough right from the get go. Maybe you have having a heck of a time getting started in the first place. You can find 20 reasons to talk yourself out of even beginning to workout.</li>
<li>A workout can be rough because...it's a rough workout! Like as in a strenuous one. Like as in you're dog tired and don't know if you can finish the last 5, 10 or even 30 minutes of whatever it is you're doing. You hurt...but in a good, "I'm going to be sore tomorrow" kind of way.</li>
<li>A workout can be rough because you're feeling out of shape, and you're comparing yourself to what you 'used' to be able to do or to what somebody else is doing. </li>
<li>A workout can be rough because you hurt. Like as in something doesn't feel right. In this case, ignore the rest and just stop. If you are actually feeling injured, then pushing yourself to do more is only going to end bad. </li>
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Whether your running, lifting weights, doing a circuit, a workout video, at the gym in a class (zumba, dance, aerobics, yoga...) you will have days where it just seems. so. hard.</div>
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These are the workouts that will shape you. They will help you to put MIND over matter. Think of them as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">mind workouts</span>. Not only are you logging miles or minutes with your heart rate elevated, you are working your MENTAL TOUGHNESS. Sometimes, that is the one thing that can bring you down when the going gets rough.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's all about trickery. That is if you don't mind telling yourself a little while lie. This is all used for the positive...clearly. Haven't you ever talked yourself in to eating a second cupcake? Or another scoop of ice cream? How about talking yourself into hitting snooze one more time even though you KNOW you'll be late? Somehow you were able to trick your own self into doing these things...</td></tr>
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Tips to get through it:<br />
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<li>Compartmentalize. Cubby holes. Mental file folders. Whatever. Just put the debilitating thoughts somewhere else. I say "put" because you have to <strike>physically</strike> mentally push them out of the way. This is so you can focus on....</li>
<li>The why? The important stuff. Why are you doing this particular workout in the first place. Get back to brass tacks. What did you set out to accomplish? Take those thoughts out and keep them rolling around in there for a while. </li>
<li>Focus on how you WILL feel. If you are feeling like you need to stop and walk for example...assess the importance of persistence in that instant. What will you feel like after you stop? Is it really going to make you feel "better"? Will it help the situation? OR will you benefit more from sticking it out and going the distance? If you are wishy wahsy about ending your workout before you'd planned, odds are you should just keep at it. </li>
<li>Pretend you're in the ultimate competition for whatever it is you're doing. Sound weird? Try it! Ok, so I visualize that I'm running Boston...or about to get my Boston Qualifying marathon time. The crowd is going wild, "my" fans are chanting my name...all I have to do is <strike>dramatically cross the finish line with my arms waving in the air</strike> stop at the usual corner, push the stop button on my Baby G, do some mental math to figure out my average mile time and make sure there are no cars before I cross the street. </li>
<li>I tell my legs to take over. If my mind is going soft during a run, I just tell my legs to pick up the slack. Get going guys, you have to do your job and the job of the slacker on the second floor! </li>
<li>Crank it up! Get a kick a$$ playlist going. Turn it up! Get into the grove. Pick some songs with super upbeat tempos. Pick songs with lyrics that make you want to fist pump and headband and make that crazy rocker face! This is almost always a full proof. Just tell yourself to get through one more song. Now keep saying that until you're done.</li>
<li>Here are some <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-267--13996-1-1-2,00.html" target="_blank">great tips from Runner's World</a> too. I have Loved reading this magazine online lately!</li>
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Obviously, this is not always going to work. You are going to poop out sometimes. But, if your MIND is in training, just like your body...those days will be fewer and farther between. </div>
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I, in no way am claiming to be any sort of mental health expert. These are just some things I do when the going gets rough...but obviously, if you are actually hurting...I mean physically there is something wrong...please don't ignore the pain, say you were taking my advice and end up having run on a broken leg for 7 more miles. Please.</div>
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Other things: </div>
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<li>I've got preschool graduation pics coming soon</li>
<li>I've got a <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/05/if-i-had-million-dollars.html" target="_blank">Lululemon</a> gift card burning a hole in my pocket and can't choose what to get...the irony</li>
<li>6 more wake-ups until my summer is officially here</li>
<li>I'm thinking about getting a new pair of running shoes to rotate in with my New Balance 880 for the summer. No idea what to get...thinking about Mizuno? </li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Any tips and tricks for getting through mentally tough workouts?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">What should I get from Lululemon?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I'm kind of in need of a playlist re-vamp, speaking of...any suggestions?</span></div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-87127219074620856622012-06-03T22:16:00.000-04:002012-06-03T22:29:03.642-04:00Pushups Complete and Running StreakIt's been a while. 7 days. So much and so little has happened all at the same time.<br />
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I've taken up a new habit. Today marks the day of the longest amount of consecutive days I've ever run in a row. 7. I've decided to unofficially take part in the <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-267-269-14350-0,00.html" target="_blank">Runner's World 38 Day Running Streak</a>. Starting on Memorial Day, run at least 1 mile a day until July 4th. 2 days I ran the minimum requirement...mine is 1.5 miles (1 lap around the hood). <br />
Anyhow, 7 days straight. Only 31 more days to go.<br />
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Since I haven't had a rest day to rejuvenate my workout clothes supply between workouts, I've been running in outfits like<br />
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pretty sweet looking, I know.<br />
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Almost 2 weeks ago now, I actually completed the <a href="http://hundredpushups.com/" target="_blank">100 PushUp Challenge</a> I started 6 weeks or so prior. I was very skeptical, to say the least. They said I would be able to do 100 pushups if I followed the plan. I stuck to it...with a few little twists of my own here and there...and it actually happened! Kent was a witness that I did 4 sets of 25 pushups with 1:30 rest between sets. Anything's possible, fo sho.<br />
I've done anywhere between 60 and 100 pushups a day since then. <br />
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I planted a garden. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're calling this a garden. There are no vegetables. This could quite possible be the smallest garden ever. I should call someone about this. Maybe get into the Guinness Book of World Records. What WILL be a record, is if I keep them all alive until at least July 1st. </td></tr>
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We've gone to the park.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fist pump for the park!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The days are longer, the nights are shorter, there is so much more time to do so much more! Outside, that is. And guess where my computer is.....it's inside, upstairs, away from the action! I have no lap top, no IPad, no IPhone...this is what I'm working with here.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's that green shirt again. Not to mention the Verizon Wireless special from 1988. No good.</td></tr>
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Even our regular camera is broken. Time to prioritize. I need to get with the digital age. If I'm going to be documenting our exciting lives, where so much and hardly nothing is happening all the time, I'm going to need some sort of technological advance. I will never be able to call myself a real live "blogger" unless I get with it!<br />
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7 more days until summer starts for my teacher hubby, and 1 week more than that for me!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Have you surprised yourself lately with any physical feat you didn't know you had in you?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Are you up to speed in the digital age? Am I the only one left in the universe without a 'smart' phone?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">So you have any big plans for this summer? Vacations? </span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-74136662851029966522012-05-29T22:13:00.001-04:002012-05-29T22:16:10.976-04:00Running Mis-hap #112 and My New AccessoriesDon't get me wrong, the sunshine is a beautiful thing! It brings life to the land on the first day of spring, grows the grass and flowers, all that good stuff.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are lots of things that I like to do in the HOT sunshine. Take paddle boating, for one.</td></tr>
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But, one thing I have to remember, that I DON'T like to do in the HOT sunshine it to go for a nice long run. <br />
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I wanted to get a good run in, you know, before it got too hot on the 94* day we had here in May. <br />
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<Set the scene> By 8:30am it was over 80*. Sounds like a perfect day, but not when your internal temperature gauge is set at 10* above normal in the first place. I sweat at the thought of 80* weather. I sweat at the thought of thinking about 80* weather. Ooop, here I go. Sweating right now. Great.<br />
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Just thinking about it being over 80* makes me want to dump my entire water bottle over my head, and stop and walk to the nearest McDonalds 4.5 miles into the run. It also makes me want to ask the poor McDonalds worker to let me use her cell phone to call my husband to pick me up because if I tried to take 1.more.step I would probably keel.---Which is exactly what happened. Let's just call it Running Mishap #112.<br />
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The poor McDonalds lady was probably petrified to see sweating like a friggin mo fo me walk in, and then use her phone...the horror. She probably just threw the thing away after I was done with it. I probably would have! Bless her heart for letting me use it.<br />
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So...there went the long run, Kent picked me up and the rest of the day was perrrrrfect.<br />
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I just can't take the heat, and I just can't take the sun. I would take running in the dark, cold any day over running in the blazing sun. This just means that my summer is going to be full of pre-7:00am wakeups to avoid running mid-day. OR post 8:30pm runs to make sure the sun is looooong gone. <br />
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With that said...running in the morning or evening before sunrise poses a small safety issue. If anything else, visibility of ME with on-coming traffic, crossing streets etc. All to often, you hear about someone getting hurt on a run or bike ride due to the driver who didn't see them or that they "came out of nowhere!" I've even come up on a runner/biker or two that I really didn't see until the last minute! It's a scary thought! <br />
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This is why I contacted the super-geniuses at <a href="http://www.roadid.com/" target="_blank">RoadID</a>. This company has products dedicated MY safety on the road! Their products are designed to give you the highest visibility when you're running/biking when the sun don't shine. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new high-visibility belt. This baby will let me be seen by car headlights at up to almost 700 feet. That's about 400 feet more than white clothing, which I thought was the best way to go! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out these laces! Again, almost 700 feet of visibility. This is a BONUS since it takes the average driver about 600 ft. to react to danger in the dark! What about the distracted driver...I shudder...</td></tr>
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Not to mention the <a href="http://www.roadid.com/Common/Products.aspx" target="_blank">ID products</a> that allow you to display emergency numbers in the (knock on wood, cross your fingers and say a little prayer) event that you are injured and can't give the info to someone on the scene. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This particular bracelet is rubber, similar to the, say Lance Armstrong yellow ones that you see all over the place. So very, very lightweight. Like it's not even there at all. The metal ID plate is not flashy or even really noticeable. Sleek and not jewlery-like. Just my style.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tend to pile all of my jewels on one wrist. As you can see, I'm full of bling and veins. How lovely! But, the RoadID bracelet is a perfect fit.</td></tr>
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Not only are these products geared toward athletes, but they have ID products for children to wear like, say on a family vacation to Disney, or anywhere that you might (knock on wood, cross your fingers and say a little prayer) be in danger of losing track of your little ones in large crowds. I don't know about you, but turning the corner down the aisle at Kroger a few steps before DStud gives me anxiety let alone...I can't even say it!<br />
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Now that I have my ID bracelet - <a href="http://www.roadid.com/Catalog.aspx?C=RoadID#42" target="_blank">the Wrist ID slim</a>-, shining beacon <a href="http://www.roadid.com/Common/Catalog.aspx?C=Firefly#11" target="_blank">Reflective Shoelaces</a> and <a href="http://www.roadid.com/Common/Catalog.aspx?C=Firefly#11" target="_blank">Reflective Belt</a> (which is a snazzy alternative to the all out reflective vest) I feel a little bit better about hitting the road at my favorite time of the <strike>day</strike> dusk and pre-dawn.<br />
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You'd better believe my kids will be sporting the Kid's Wrist ID in pink and blue ASAP!<br />
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*I was given these products to review by RoadID, and the opinions are my own.*<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">When is your fav time to run/workout? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Am I the only one who tries to avoid exercise in the sun? Am I crazy??</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-42352077790999494852012-05-28T21:10:00.002-04:002012-05-28T21:10:27.289-04:00A Little of This...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We had a great weekend over here! Happy Memorial Day! And Thank You from the bottom of my heart to all of the Men and Women who have made it possible for my family and I to continue to make the best memories together!!<br />
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More on the weekend to come!<br />
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I'm so happy to say that I've got a little post over at <a href="http://happyhealthymama.com/" target="_blank">Happy Healthy Mama</a>. My great and long-time friend<br />
Maryea is a guru for all things food...more specifically natural, organic food. She makes it look so easy! She's got it down; juggling 2 little ones, and living the healthy life!<br />
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Check out <a href="http://happyhealthymama.com/2012/05/3810.html" target="_blank">my post here</a> and don't forget to check out all of Maryea's <a href="http://happyhealthymama.com/recipes" target="_blank">original and delicious recipes</a>! <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-53784689963883122122012-05-23T22:33:00.002-04:002012-05-23T22:33:46.406-04:00The Laws of Physics, A Snack, and Coconut Oil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This morning's run was nice. Since I'm not recording time, I'm just kind of running for relaxation. Hopefully burning some muffin top while I'm at it. I've heard that running and walking the same distance burns the same amount of calories. Although walking is super excellent exercise, calorie burn is a bit more complicated than just the distance you travel. I found this article in <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-242-304-311-8402-0,00.html" target="_blank">Runners World</a>. It's older, but facts is facts. I am in no way shape or form an exercise physisist, nor can I even spell that. Please take what I say with a grain of salt. Just one grain.</div>
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This is what happens when I go to Sam's Club to buy a quick snack for the pre-school activity night.<br />
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Really? Why is it that when I get flustered...because girl on the left is doing acrobatics in the seat of the cart and boy on the right is on a mission to find the beeping fork-lift...I buy everything that crosses my path.<br />
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I wanted to buy this shirt and the red Nike running shorts next to them, but I said, "No, you came here for one thing...just go get what you need". You can see that went over real well.<br />
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On a less exasperating note, I've found the cure for...everything. It's Coconut Oil. Who knew you could put the "World's Best Cooking Oil" on everything to make it all better. I've been slathering in on my skin, including face, and hair lately. I don't know how I've been getting by without this stuff my whole life. It's all natural and all sah-weeet!! I have my dear friend to thank for this...Thanks Missy!! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've done everything but cook with the stuff. Since it is ultimately cooking oil, I should probably give it a try. But then again I'd have to, well, cook. <br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: small;">Are you an impulse shopper? Or do you stick to the list?<br />Have you ever used coconut oil? </span></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-53865529508842590962012-05-21T21:20:00.002-04:002012-05-21T21:23:12.086-04:00Why Not Be The Inspire-er? and Blog RollIFor the record, I've decided not to post average mile times for my runs anymore...at least not until after school is out. Right now, I'm just running to run. I'm basically doing what feels good and I'll worry about the rest once I have the luxury of waking up early - but not too early - to get a run in. Then I'll be back to trying to figure out pacing and mile splits. But for now, I just finished a little over 5 miles and if felt great.<br />
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Inspiration...feeling inspired and inspiring others. The circle of motivation. What lights the fire under your rear? How do you get yourself going? Is it because you know there are other people counting on you? Is it because you don't want to let someone down? Is that someone you? <br />
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I have a ton of outside sources of inspiration. Of course, my family is always my inspiration to keep on keeping on. My kids, my husband. Even if I'm feeling frazzled and like I'm living in a pile of<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I figured a picture of my Hubs would be much better than one of a pile of dirty laundry. Plus, I just felt weir actually posting a picture of dirty laundry...although there are a few to choose from.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unending dirty laundry...I vow to show them that MOVING is so, so necessary. Bike rides, walking, running, and just plain playing outside every nice day (for the record, I don't make my kids play outside durning life threatening storms or wind exceeding 45 mph) but they need to get outside and "use up all the energy".</span></div>
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Anyway, my other sources of inspiration are my friends, parents, sister, family and the readers of this blog! I have so many positive people in my life that inspire me to keep an upbeat attitude, and to just keep doing what I'm doing...all the while looking for ways of improving in every avenue of life.<br />
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I have friends and family in every category. <br />
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The friends and family who get me even when I don't get myself.<br />
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...who inspire me to think beyond my normal every-day point of view.<br />
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...who make me laugh and make each day more fun than it would be without them.<br />
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...who set me straight. Tell me to get a grip and snap out of "it"...whatever "it" may be.<br />
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...motivate me to get my butt moving and stop with the excuses.<br />
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---even though I only have 3 friends, they are all the best people ever!!--- hahahaha!<br />
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I have read so, so many inspiring blogs from so many different genres of interest.<br />
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Fitness blogs : <a href="http://www.carrotsncake.com/" target="_blank">Carrots N Cake</a><br />
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Nutrition blogs : <a href="http://happyhealthymama.com/" target="_blank">Happy Healthy Mama</a><br />
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Saving money blogs : <a href="http://www.becomingsensible.com/" target="_blank">Becoming Sensible</a><br />
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Mommy blogs : <a href="http://www.kludgymom.com/" target="_blank">Kludgy Mom</a><br />
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Daddy blogs : <a href="http://pavementrunner.com/" target="_blank">Pavement Runner</a><br />
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Living With Loss and Beating the Odds blogs : <a href="http://fourplusanangel.com/" target="_blank">Four Plus an Angel</a><br />
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Running blogs : <a href="http://runeatrepeat.com/" target="_blank">Run, Eat, Repeat</a><br />
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These are really, just to name a few...<br />
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I have just been so inspired.<br />
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My brain is buzzing with so many ideas, and ventures. There are just not enough hours in the day. How cliche is that!? <br />
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How many people can I reach to spread the importance of fitness and balancing it with a full and busy day? How many people just want to see someone else who is like them do it, then struggle, then make it work, then watch it fall apart, then do it all over again, so they'll feel like they can do it too? How many people are just waiting for an invitation to live a little healthier? How many people feel like they're stuck in a rut, and that it's not worth it to just take a 15 minute walk? IT IS!!<br />
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It's time to get up and get moving and tell people that you're doing it! Invite someone to go for a walk with you! Take someone to the park with you and your kids! Go to the pool this summer and do some laps! Opt for the fresh veggie salad instead of the fries and hamburger! How much better will you feel by just taking that little step! Wait until you start seeing and feeling the results...you'll want to keep going, and going until feeling GREAT is the norm!<br />
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People want to hear that you've gotten up, that you're motivated and that you've found a way to feel like you've always wanted to feel. <br />
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Be the person that inspires someone to make a positive change...and find someone, something that inspires you to keep it up!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-50533647241448752212012-05-17T21:29:00.000-04:002012-05-17T21:29:16.232-04:00Thumbs Up For FridayIiiiiiiit's Friday!<br />
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You know the week is dragging when you thought it was Friday on Wednesday, and Thursday.<br />
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What the school kids don't know...and this is a secret... I shouldn't even put this out there... but... us teachers are WAY more excited about the weekend than they are. Let alone the summer. I love my job, but "don't get it twisted" hahaha...I love when it's the weekend even more!<br />
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This week, I've been early morning running before school, which puts me at a 4:30 wake up time. This, in turn, makes the days relatively long. In fact, today, I actually forgot that I'd run already this morning. I put Sweet Jordi to bed and went to change into my running clothes. I said, "Man, this is really the last thing I want to do right now...hey, I already did this today...wait, was it today...this morning? Yesssss!!"<br />
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I'm looking at bed in T minus (whatever that means) 2 minutes. I can't wait. Sometimes, I feel like I could fall asleep anywhere, in any spot, sitting up, laying down, with my eyes open or closed. So tired.<br />
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Other times, it takes complete darkness, quiet...to the point of stuffing lime green earplugs in...and still, I'll find some little noise or light that keeps me up. Go figure.<br />
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I'm just looking forward to a nice Saturday run, in the morning. Early, but not before 6 am early. And long-er, but not 10 miles long, maybe just 6 or 7. Coffee after, with my awesome Coldstone Sweet Cream! Yesss!!<br />
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The big internal debate...Do I get up and run Friday morning and just be done with it and feel waaaay better because I did? Or do I sleep the extra hour or so and feel better because I slept. hmmmm...game-time decision, but I'm pushing for the run. I'll report back with my official findings in a couple of days.<br />
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In the meantime...it's all rainbows and unicorns over here because who doesn't love a perfectly forcasted weekend! Except for the fact that it's Michigan, and for some reason, the weather-people love to lie to us! We'll see!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">What is your ideal Saturday morning like?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Do you drink coffee? When did you start drinking it? </span>I started slow, and became a fiend when I had Sweet Jordi and DMan wasn't quite 2 yet. I needed something, anything, and it stood the test of time. Now it's my must have.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-63681803390209291292012-05-14T21:57:00.002-04:002012-05-14T21:57:30.544-04:00Weigh-t A Minute...In true me fashion, Happy Belated Mother's Day to all the incredible Mom's I know...and don't know!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My latest Pinterest creation! Kiddie footprints for Grammy and Grandma. She's crafty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Best Present Ever from DMan at preschool. I don't do well with these sentimental things...I cried in the car at preschool pick-up!</td></tr>
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Most Importantly, my Mama and Mama Bea! <br />
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With all of the festivities, and all the resting and relaxing I've been doing the last few days, I made a fatal mistake.<br />
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I stepped on ... the scale. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A couple of things are painfully obvious: 1. I am in major need of a pumice stone. 2. The toothpaste tube probably doesn't do the trick after all. </td></tr>
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The scale is like the last <strike>person</strike> thing on earth you want to see after a weekend of white chocolate brownies, some Miller Lites, bags of roasted marshmallows, 3 lbs. of cappuccino ice cream, and a chocolate cake. (Sounds fun, right!) It's like seeing that the person in the car next to you just watched you pick your nose. Awww, man, come on! The scale.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If we're laying in all out on the line, this ice cream is bigger than my kid's head, and I've already eaten half of it. Oh, it all got eaten.</td></tr>
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I'll tell you what. I've been without a scale in the house until just recently. Like almost 2 years without knowing how much I really weigh. And I'll tell you what too...I've been just fine with out the <strike>stupid</strike> thing.<br />
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Now that there's one in my bathroom, I step on it every time I go in there. And just about every single time, it's at least 1 lb. different. Sometimes 2 lbs., and as of today...3 lbs.<br />
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I've basically got to get that thing out of there. <br />
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I find that the best way to gauge how I'm doing fitness and nutrition wise, is to judge how my clothes fit and I have a few key garments that help me out with this. One is <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/02/these-shorts.html" target="_blank">these sweet shorts</a>, and the other are my jeans from college. They have just recently joined the ranks of the super expensive torn look, but for free (since they are about 13 years old).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ultra hip and modern fashion for free. Can't beat that.</td></tr>
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As long I these babies fit, all is well. As soon as any extra curricular toppings start spilling over, then it's time to step it up a notch!<br />
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So, scale, to you I say...go back to where you came from. I'll get you back out when I think I need you. I've been fine without you. Seeing you at the doc's every blue moon is about all I can take of you. Hasta luego.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Do you have a scale in your bathroom? If you do, how often do you check you poundage?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Is there any garments you keep around just to make sure they still fit? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">What kind of gifts did you give for Mother's Day? Anything hand-made?</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-81584066222817396702012-05-10T20:11:00.000-04:002012-05-10T20:11:04.705-04:00It's So, So Simple!A simple lesson I've learned from my kids. It's so simple. So, so simple. Here it is....<br />
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Just be yourself. Be funny, be nice, by outrageous, be spunky, be smart, be witty, be sporty, be lazy, be crazy...just be you.<br />
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There, that's it.<br />
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Not to repeat myself, but I'm going to repeat myself...it's so simple.<br />
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I don't know about you, but I spend waaaaay too much time thinking about saying and doing the thing that I "should" say and do. Then, once I say it or do it, I worry if it was, actually the thing I should've said or done. Follow that? Well, that's the thought process a gazillion times a day.<br />
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Exhausting, really.<br />
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What if I say something about running or exercise and I offend someone because they think I'm talking too much about running or exercise? <br />
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Do people think I've let myself go because I have horrible roots? hahahaha!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From this angle, they don't look so bad! Maybe I can hold off another week...oh no, what will they think?!? Wait, who are "they" anyway!! Really!!</td></tr>
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Oh, but what if I mention that I had a Shakeology shake this morning and someone takes offense because they think shakes are dumb?<br />
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But, then, what if I say that I'm not feeling well so I didn't run this morning and someone thinks that I'm a whiner and a slacker all in one? Oooh, that would be real bad.<br />
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How about if I make a joke ( a funny one, I may add ) but then feel guilty about it because what if someone takes offense to it and thinks I'm a meanie? <br />
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Then I step back and look at my kids. They talk about what they want to talk about. They joke about what they want to joke about. They take a step back and slow down if they're not feeling it. And they own it! They are who they are, darn it! And that's it. Period. Done. Nobody questions it.<br />
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Then why do people question me? The (I'll say it again) simple answer is that...ding, ding, ding...people aren't doing that! They barely care! You mean to tell me that people aren't waiting around to judge the next thing I do or say! That's crazy!<br />
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That's it. I'm coming out of the locker. I would have so much more energy for everything else if I stopped wasting 98.47% of it thinking about what someone will think about what dumb me is doing or saying! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect!</td></tr>
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Talk about liberating!<br />
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I feel better already!<br />
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So, now, I feel obliged to say that today, I was sick today and stayed home from work. I didn't work out, and I skipped out on my morning run. <br />
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BTW, I have a morning running partner. I actually, for a second, felt stress about it because I couldn't possible think of interesting things to say that were cool, and non-offensive for 45 minutes while running with someone I don't know that well. <br />
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Should I bring my headphones just in case she doesn't want to talk? Wait, that would be rude because then she would think I don't want to talk. Well, then I'll just make a mental list of things to talk about. Wait, that won't work, what if she thinks I'm talking too much about myself. Ok, I'll ask lots of questions about her. That might look creepy...<br />
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This is my every day logic...and it's ri-to-the-diculous! <br />
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I'm adding this to my New Years Resolutions List. 4 months late, but I'm adding it anyway.<br />
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On the workout note...tomorrow morning 4:30 am with my new running partner. I hope she doesn't think I'm slow, and that I have a lame outfit!! haha, just kidding...kind of! No, really...ummm...ok.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On that note, I part with this. A picture of me posing with The Kid. Only it's not really him. Sorry if you think it's creepy. I like it.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-19064296772864181202012-05-07T21:06:00.001-04:002012-05-07T21:06:44.744-04:00If I Had a Million Dollars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGyiext2YxKFeNMprM_vSHThbnPmF1RPFH9wvRij14AZ-CCntjKu-VNxBA2HOH96VCMm5ilagjUeRGsIzVhYAYd7w1vJ52_Z2VvBgI1UTB9YOr1wPyNGsfh4QD4j_MyRpiKcPegGbTxQ/s1600/LW1936S_0001_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGyiext2YxKFeNMprM_vSHThbnPmF1RPFH9wvRij14AZ-CCntjKu-VNxBA2HOH96VCMm5ilagjUeRGsIzVhYAYd7w1vJ52_Z2VvBgI1UTB9YOr1wPyNGsfh4QD4j_MyRpiKcPegGbTxQ/s1600/LW1936S_0001_1.jpeg" /></a>This post may come across as shallow. So, let me clarify. If I had a million dollars, I would pay off my house, and my parents' house, both sets...buy the sis a house and pay of the bro in law's house. Send my kids to college, and donate the rest to charitable causes...<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiV3JCXfJz1gfMaruZSHVDVU29wwscCKcZQUzPRSv4pse4vUBgmtu-yMPAtz5ntZ9MVKGzXQT5k4BKm-9Vlobk0LGDgQz-Hx6J_kRUT-QuA9cARL0mis7rMZPtWjvsgIrXOmzVaMU9kw/s1600/LU9233S_4440_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiV3JCXfJz1gfMaruZSHVDVU29wwscCKcZQUzPRSv4pse4vUBgmtu-yMPAtz5ntZ9MVKGzXQT5k4BKm-9Vlobk0LGDgQz-Hx6J_kRUT-QuA9cARL0mis7rMZPtWjvsgIrXOmzVaMU9kw/s1600/LU9233S_4440_1.jpeg" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ95JkS01DxrSBXoekKB_Qr5GQeI0iqPynpsq16YlZLIBeNk6SRlWFcUYcyRfOIuWW-BuCThsKPENN0NVl2SIviBV-B88T8hBHkdiNvFWN2RbfTtgdA8Ml0d61afpTcYIZZolu75blOoQ/s1600/LW1966S_4838_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ95JkS01DxrSBXoekKB_Qr5GQeI0iqPynpsq16YlZLIBeNk6SRlWFcUYcyRfOIuWW-BuCThsKPENN0NVl2SIviBV-B88T8hBHkdiNvFWN2RbfTtgdA8Ml0d61afpTcYIZZolu75blOoQ/s1600/LW1966S_4838_1.jpeg" /></a>But, if there was any left over, I'd buy <a href="http://shop.lululemon.com/home.jsp" target="_blank">Lululemon</a>! (all of the pics are from <a href="http://shop.lululemon.com/">shop.lululemon.com</a>)<br />
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And I'd be super stylish!<br />
I actually get more excited to score a sweet pair of running shorts or shirt over say, a new purse (mine is the complete pits)...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Do you have a favorite piece of workout gear? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Is there something that you just know would be your favorite, but you don't actually have it (like me and the awesome above items)?</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-51417963653656605782012-05-05T15:14:00.000-04:002012-05-05T15:14:21.550-04:00Walking the WalkFirst: Finally I hit 300 miles for the year. But, when I did, nothing happened. Nobody jumped out and yelled congrats. So, I said congrats to myself. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was serious about that. And... I had to write backwards so it would come out right. That's talent.</td></tr>
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Today's workout started as a run, and ended as a walk. The body told the mind that it wasn't a run day. It started out being a run day, and then it slowly turned into a jog day, and all of the sudden, before I knew it, a walk day. <br />
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I set out as usual. Turned on my IPod to Umbrella by Rihanna, which is alway the first song. And went to town. However, normally I can just keep right with the beat of the music. My foot hits the ground with the tempo of the song. Easily. Then comes Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland. Same deal with the tempo and the feet. Then comes Bawitdaba by fav, Kid Rock and things started going downhill. That song is where the tempo pics up, and these legs were not having any part of it. Actually, it wasn't the legs, they wanted to go. It was more the rest of me. <br />
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So, I slowed down. That is hard to do when I'm so used to running right with the beat on every song. I'd found myself back with the tempo and feeling Baaaaaaad, (not MJ bad) so I slowed down again. Enough of that, I was time to just walk.<br />
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Running in the groove is just part of my routine. I also like to pretend I'm running in some crazy road race, like the Boston Marathon, and people are going crazy with all the runners going by. Walking squashed that day dream. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://baa.org/" target="_blank">Source</a>. Oh, I'm the wacko <i>pretending </i>to be in this picture, don't mind me.</td></tr>
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Even though my workout turned into a walk, there were still a few things I could do to make it difficult and break a sweat. <br />
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I really concentrated on "rocking" my feet. Heel striking the ground and pushing off hard with the balls of the feet. It can turn a nice easy walk into a quad burner. I swear. And, I did the "tilt and tuck" with the abs. Why not get those puppies burning too. <br />
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Back at the home front, it was 2 sets of: 20 V Pushups (from Insanity), 20 Bicep Curls (10 lb. weights), 20 Tricep Curls (10 lb. weights), 20 Squat Press (squat with weight touching floor, then bring weight straight over head with both arms). <br />
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There's no shame in switching it up if you have to. Who knows why your feeling the way you do during a workout. I could be your body telling you to take it easy for a good reason. Over-tired, Under-nourished, Over-doing it...just stay in tuned and only push back when it feels right.<br />
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I probably could have fought it today, but from experience, I'd have felt crappy after. It's Saturday, and I want to enjoy the day. It's not like I'm training for Boston or anything...in real life!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">How do you adjust your workouts if you just not feeling it? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Do you change it up, or just hang it up for the day?</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-71162760572882526132012-05-01T08:31:00.001-04:002012-05-01T08:31:13.618-04:00RE-Workin It and 2 Things<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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To the right is my <a href="http://www.dailymile.com/" target="_blank">Daily Mile</a>, mile counter. It says 295 miles for the year. It's said that since Saturday. That means, I haven't run since Saturday...ummm...hellooo? Why not? What the heck? I thought my goal was to hit 300 by the end of <strike>this</strike> last week? Sah-lacker!!<br />
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Yes, I haven't run a lick since Saturday. I love to run. I just haven't. It doesn't fit in lately. To run, means I have to leave the house. To leave the house means I have to either bring both kids, or leave them home. I can only leave them home if there is another adult (my husband) there, and since baseball is back in season...that ain't happening. Both children squished into the bike carriage turned running stroller is certain disaster after 1 mile. So, we compromise.<br />
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I do like to exercise early in the morning. And, yesterday on Dr. Oz, he mentioned that the best time to exercise is in the morning. But, at the time I have to get outside, it's pitch dark and I get freaked out too easily running out there alone in the .... dark. Don't like it. Probably not too safe.<br />
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Sooo...I've started another round of INSANITY. I've been doing it off and on, just sort of picking through the videos which one I felt like doing that day on off running days. But, since most days lately are off running days, I've decided to just jump back in.<br />
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This means that I'm probably not going to be running that half in June. Kind of a bummer, but I don't think I'm one who can just run a half without training well before hand. Who knows though. I'm not counting it out completely, and I'm not quitting running. I'm just doing something else in it's place until I can get back on schedule.<br />
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I will say that mostly, I judge my fitness level on how I feel when I'm working out, and during the Pure Cardio yesterday, I was able to do the entire video up to the V-Pushups. I had to stop in the middle of those for a second to let my head boil back down from the brink of explosion, and to let my shoulders simma down. So this round of INSANITY is going to be an A&% kicker!! Love it!!<br />
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Anyway, I just wanted to update on the workout status...and mention that I'm not totally slacking off, just a change in plans.<br />
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I'll un-officially call the next segment <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">2 Things Tuesday</span> because these 2 things make me smile.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jordi and Grammy made me a craft...stamps, stickers, the whole works. Love my Jordi Bear!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">D-Man, jamming to some MJ at the bowling party on Sunday for his friend at school. This is his "cool" face. Love!!</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">How about you? What happens when you've got a change in schedule? How do you work around it? What's your all time favorite workout?</span></div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-52439616948776819452012-04-28T14:38:00.000-04:002012-04-28T14:47:06.318-04:00Sit Up, Shmit UpIn the words of <strike>my BFF</strike> <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/02/these-shorts.html" target="_blank">Shaun T from the INSANITY</a> video workout program, "Your six pack is under there!"<br />
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I love hearing that when I'm doing my <a href="https://extranet.securefreedom.com/MillionDollarBody/csShopping/ShoppingCart_Detail.asp?PriceID=168083&Cat=Fitness%20Program%7CBest%20Sellers&AddToCart=" target="_blank">INSANITY MAX ABS</a> workout. And he's right...I can feel a little somthin somethin under there...I may be digging for a while, but I'm pretty sure he's on to something.<br />
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I remember doing the old standard SIT UP in high school and college. Someone had to hold my feet down so I could wrench my back to have my elbows touch my knees. Half the time I had to wiggle from side to side and push back with elephant strength with my feet to get from the floor to my knees however many times I was supposed to do that. A complete back and neck breaker. And, I had never seen any sign of a visible AB muscle in my life. Nothing was in there except for pizza and Diet Coke.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even if I did have a visible six pack going on, you wouldn't catch me in this get up EVER...(unless I was being paid a katrillion dollars, like Brit.)</td></tr>
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Since I learned some easy and totally doable fundamentals from S.T. (when I really get to know someone, I like to give them a nickname), and haven't done 1 single SIT UP...haven't even ever laid flat down on the ground...I can actually see something good brewing underneath the pizza and D.C.<br />
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#1: The number one thing I've learned doing any kind of AB work is to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">put all the focus on your abs</span>. It sounds so simple, yet it's so hard to do. Maybe because I have an un-official attention problem, but even when doing AB work, it's easy to tighten up your shoulders for example instead of the mid-section.<br />
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#2: The second most important thing I think is your breathing. This is something that has taken me a while to get used to. Here's what: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">exhale during a contraction and inhale during the release</span>. Again, so simple, yet so hard. I've noticed a big difference in how my ABS perform when I'm paying attention to my breathing. I can do a few more reps even if my abs are on fire, I think because I'm focusing on doing it correctly.<br />
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#3: Really try to pay attention to your belly button. I've finally found a use for that thing. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Focus on bringing your belly button in toward your spine</span>. You can do this anywhere anytime. I'm actually doing AB work right this very moment. I've got my belly button pressed in, and my hip bones are tilted up. It actually helps me to sit straighter, and...BONUS...I don't have to change into workout clothes or get sweaty. Thank you belly button.<br />
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#4: I like to take advantage of AB moves that work more than just the middle. I don't mind the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">PLANK...high and low</span>. Here is where your belly button really comes in to play. Press that sucker toward your spine and tilt your hips under like its nobody's business. Then, stay there as long as you can. Try adding to it by going from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">low plank to high plank, </span>keeping the middle nice and taught while you work your ams like...down, down, up, up, down, down, up, up...maybe like 8 times through. Tired core and shakey arms...a great combo!<br />
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***I am no expert, nor to I own a six pack of my own...that anyone can see with the naked eye...but I can feel these things working,***<br />
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I've heard that having a strong core is a preventative measure for back trouble, and also for posture which can lead to back trouble. And, if there is back pain or trouble, tightening up the core can sometimes be a cheap and easy cure. <a href="http://www.oprah.com/health/Dr-Ozs-Guide-to-Beating-Back-Pain-Video" target="_blank">Here's a little video on how that works. It's Dr. Oz and Dr. Roizen on Oprah.com</a>...I don't know how you feel about any of those peeps, but what they have to say talks about how important core strength is and it's good stuff.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Do you have any tried and true AB tips? What's your favorite core exercise?</span><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809758137363596554.post-81209964753146508082012-04-25T21:37:00.000-04:002012-04-25T21:42:58.467-04:00Thank You InternetI found this on the internet. And, it made me <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/03/sweating-small-stuff.html" target="_blank">feel just a little bit better</a>.<br />
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I've got this major complex about feeling <a href="http://getfitandsweattrying.blogspot.com/2012/04/good-bad-and-goggles.html" target="_blank">guilty</a>...let's not "get it twisted" (hahahahaha) now, I fee guilty 98% of the time about mostly everything...but let's hone in on the whole working out thing.<br />
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I can talk myself out of a workout for such A@% Backwards reasons.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Case #1</span>: I have eaten poorly that day. I didn't get up early to work out...run, video...nada. I then eat a donut at work and stupid jelly beans like there's no tomorrow. Since I've "ruined" my day of eating, I decide I may as well just pick back up tomorrow with everything. Workout included. How insanely backwards is that? How about go for a run to try and cancel out the diet of high fructose corn syrup, carbs...the bad ones...and 1 orange for the day? Duh!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Case #2</span>: Something very similar to Case #1 where I just decide to scrap it for the day and start back up again tomorrow. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Case #3</span>: Same sad story.<br />
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It makes me feel better to see this plastered on the <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=running+motivation&hl=en&client=safari&rls=en&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=RaaYT7-cDYe29QST0pSTBg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CCIQ_AUoAQ&biw=1417&bih=717" target="_blank">"running motivation" google images</a> page because then I know that I'm not the only one who has this sort of problem.<br />
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Thank you internet. You've made me feel normal once again.<br />
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PS. I have 10 miles to go till I hot 300...for whatever reason, this makes me excited. If all goes well I'll bust by 300 this week and it's on to 1,000. That's my goal by December 31. I'll have to beef up the summer mileage...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985123390237399875noreply@blogger.com2