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Weekend Warriors recap

As a recap, Brandon of So Long, Fat Ass! posed a weekend warrior challenge with a Braveheart theme. I was going to sit it out since it was supposed to be a moving weekend (loooooooooooooooooooong story that makes me grouchy so maybe I’ll be able to post about it when I chill out which is not now), but then it occurred to me *insert a better looking version of me à la Windows 7 commercials* that because the weekend was going to be stressful is exactly why I needed to participate. So I did.

I set the bar pretty low. My goals were to run at least once, and be mindful of my eating, aka not eating cheese all weekend. Or more accurately, getting calories and nutrients from foods that fall into the category of “not cheese” (aka “second best”).

Well. I rocked the cheese issue. I don’t know if I even had a full serving of cheese all weekend (Alert the media: I’ve been body snatched!!!). I ate veggies and fruit and grains and some fish. Full disclosure, I’m clearly not a vegetarian. I am a pescatarian. I’m cool with that. Sea kittens are delish! ;)

As for that run. I didn’t manage it Saturday or Sunday. But I did just get back from a challenging 5k. I wasn’t going to write this recap until I did the run, so for the sake of time I opted to do it today instead of the end of June when it might possibly be convenient. It’s frustrating that 5k is a challenging distance for me at this point. Although, if I got off my lazy bum and ran on a regular basis the recovery process would go a lot faster. There’s food for thought.

I limited myself to quoting the line that my husband says resonates most closely to my personality: “It’s my fookin’ island!”

Coming soon-ish(as in before the end of this month): April goals breakdown & May goals

Check out how my fellow Warriors did & leave them some lovin’ :

Side note: There is a line from a movie that plays in my head each and every time I write or think that W-word. “Waaaarriiiors! Come  out and plaaay!” I would like to call it an 80s cult classic, except that it came out in 1979.  And it won’t shut up. Seriously. Make it stop. I’m gonna cry if it doesn’t stop.

(oops!) I did it again

At some point, I’ll run out of song titles/lyrics in my head. I hope.

I ran again. My pacing is still skewed, but I expected that being my second run after an eternity 3 weeks off. It still felt better than Sunday’s run. I did 1.5k (a little over 9/10 of a mile). If I think about it in terms of miles, I find it incredibly frustrating. Since I have no ability to visualize how far a km is, I prefer to think of it that way. Also, it breaks my goal of 5k by next Wednesday into smaller, more manageable chunks. I like whole numbers. A 5k doesn’t translate into whole number miles.

If there is one thing I’m all about, it’s self-delusion.

Kidding, mostly.

Anyway. I rolled my hamstrings after the run because I could feel them tightening up. Lame. It felt really good. I ended up doing my both of my legs, just-under-my-butt to ankle. My right leg (the problem child) was exponentially more tight than my left. I have no idea why. My best guess: it’s stupid and I hate it. How’s that for letting your inner adolescent have their say? She’s been hanging around a little too much lately, thanks to the injury. She even led a short-lived coup last night when it was time to fold the whites (the worst load of laundry ever).

I’m trying not to push myself too quickly. I just need to be able to run/walk a 5k for next Wednesday. Of course I would prefer to run the thing, but maybe my little Buddy isn’t able to do that. I’m getting really excited about GOTR (not really sure why it won’t let me link directly to the Puget Sound page).

I’ve never considered myself to be a retail therapy shopper, but I have noticed I seem to have an awful lot of running gear piling up. I have one more shirt on its way to me and that’s it. I’m still waiting on my swimsuit, but hopefully it gets here soon as I’m looking forward to going for a swim. The problem with naturally big boobs is finding things that support them correctly. Which as of yet seems beyond the reach of the US retailers I’m familiar with, including Title 9, which I find utterly disappointing. Maybe we kicked the Brits out too hastily? ;)

put the polenta in the oven

And went for a short run.

see Buddha floating by my thumb? Also, this pic was ridiculously hard to take. I'm special like that.

I need to get myself back to the 5K mark by the middle of next week. I am not going to let my little running Buddy down! I did one short little kilometer. I tried to behave myself and go slow, but at some point you have to cut yourself some slack. So I did my km at about a 9:35/mi pace, and full-out sprinted the last 100 meters. I know you’re dying to know what is most sore.

It’s my cheeks from grinning like a fool the whole way!

made the appointment

Wednesday morning, 9:15am. My moment of truth. I can already feel my blood pressure climb. Why does every doctor’s visit feel like I’m about to be handed a death sentence?

I’m leaving to go put on my big girl panties now.