Who Are You Calling a Nazi??

As I was out on my run this afternoon I had so many things running through my head of what to blog about today. Sadly that was almost twelve hours ago and I fear it has all left me.

Today was W7D2 of C25K and I'll be honest, the past two weeks I just haven't been feeling it. I've gone longer between runs and put them off more often. Today was looking to be no exception. The past couple of days have been.. well eventful.

My mom and dad just got a puppy at Easter. She's a cute pup, a chocolate lab. However, she's a pain in the tookus. She's a vaccum cleaner. She sucks everything and anything up into her mouth. Rocks, mulch, shoes, toes, she even tries to chew the brick on the side of the house. So being, she needs near constant supervision. My mom went to the beach last week and I volunteered to stop in and check on the pup mid day. After getting in a nice long walk - puppy style (a completely random route) I got back home, took a nice long bath... and let the water drain...
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"What's that noise?? It sounds like trickling water? Humm" I walk downstairs "Wow, the sump pump is really loud.. and isn't stoping.." I went to check it out - Our sump pump is in a secret hidden closet inside my walk-in closet. I stood there with eyes bulging, looking at the closet door afraid to open it, for it sounded as if water was gushing against the door. I slowly opened it, (for fear of drowning) and I was knocked flat out - by the smell. There was water, but not as bad as I thought it would be - the smell however, was unforgivable and it was filling up my house.

Evil Yaki

Yaki Steak that is.

Went to eat dinner with my dad last night.  Mom is out of town at the beach for a few days and with dearest still at work we decided to dine together, instead of having cereal for dinner over the sink at our respective houses.  We wound up going for Japanese, choices in town are a bit limited on Sunday evenings here - but we found an open restaurant on the second try.  The food tasted great, it had been forever since I had eaten Japanese food.  Dearest refuses to eat it unless we go for sushi, he for some reason is totally opposed to hibachi.   Long story short, I wound up with a nasty case of food poisoning.  Yuck.

A Particular Shade of Blue

It's offical.  I've been horrible this week.  Not only have I been horrible, but I've felt horrible too.  I'm also eating a Little Debbie Devil Square right now, inbetween sentences. 

My birthday was about five days ago, and I pretty much gave myself license to eat what I wished.  Well, not really.  The first night we went out I did well.  I made healthy choices.  Then dear sweet grandmother told the waitress it was my birthday.  You know what that means?  Ice cream.  Covered in chocolate deliciousness and delightful whipped cream.  The three of us split it, thankfully.

Then seeing as how my birthday coinsides with cinco de mayo, there was mexican food.  Lots of yummy cheese sauce, then my mother's strawberry cake - which a quarter of was sent home with me.  I decided if I just ate the rest of it at one sitting it would be gone - out of the way, no more temptation.  Wow.  I was really ready to puke after that.  I think that's when I started feeling super crummy. 

I got a Garmin Forunner for my birthday, which I'm excited about.  Sadly I've only used it once.  That's because I've been super duper slack and disgustingly lazy.  True story.  I think I pushed myself a little too hard on my last run to increase my speed and wound up with a very angry hamstring - just one mind you.  So I decided I needed to take an extra day to rest.  That extra day has lasted about four days now.

I've been so tired lately, probably from the enormous influx of sugars and refined carbs that I haven't been able to get myself out of bed to go run.  Dearest being gone for work hasn't helped much either.

Dearest boyfriend (who should really be more than that by now) has a job that entails him being out of town and out of reach for fourteen days at a time.  Then once he returns home he's home and off work for thirty days.  Needless to say I get a bit spoiled during those thirty days and when he leaves I get a bit.. blueish.  So does our dog, bless her heart.  You've never seen a dog who mopes as much as this one when dearest isn't there to constantly torment her.

So in whole - I've been in a pretty sour mood lately.  I even made a mental list today on the drive to work of things that bother me.  I thought maybe this would help me get to the root of my eating gorge fests. 

I think all it really proved was that I have a lot of pent up hostility when I drive... and road rage, lots of road rage.  Oh well.

Thank goodness tomorrow is another day.  Another chance for a fresh start.

Bazinga!

Week five day three - completed!  I was slow as molasses but I did it.  I ran for actually a little more than twenty minutes, non stop.  I decided I wanted to be able to say I ran a mile and a half, so I went just a little longer.  

The nice part is when my brain shuts off and I forget I'm running.  Those are the "weee" moments.  You know, when you revert just a little bit and you want to throw your hands in the air with a goofy grin on your face and go "WEEEE!"  

I'll definitely say that today was a good test of how to push myself.  ... 

                   wait wait I have to go turn the light off and type in the dark because 

                   my boyfriend just walked in the room wearing his helmet, night vision 

                   and carrying a BB Gun.  No, he's not completely insane.. maybe just

                   a little... different.  ... okay now where was I??

First Goal - Check

Okay, so I did it - I logged a total of 30 miles before my birthday, five days early in fact.  This was a good goal for me because it wasn't outlandish, it was completely doable.  It even gave me a tiny bit of wiggle room incase something happened and I had to miss a day of running, but it kept me going.  It's given me a since of accomplishment to see the miles add up.

I also completed W5D1 today.  I've been pretty leery of week five and I've had a hard time getting there.  The day I was first scheduled to start w5 I realized I hadn't downloaded it to my ipod.  The second day - yesterday I got out to the park and they were having a little league soccer tournament.  There was no where to even park, much less run undisturbed.  Today however, it all fit into place.  I chose to look at it as giving myself a little extra rest time to build up to week five.  It went just fine too.  After my second running interval I felt as if I could have gone a little longer and I was even tempted to do one last sprint during my cool down, which I didn't.. since I was after all "cooling down".

This was pretty reassuring for me, I feel like I'll be able to complete day two on Sunday.  We're not going to talk about day three yet.

So two accomplishments today!  Along with a little bit of a loss on the scale.  Which was surprising.  It's been a trying few days.  I came home Tuesday night and I won't lie.  Not only did I have a delicious grilled cheese that had swam in butter, but I also had two shots of liquor.  Tonight I had a beer.. and some delicious Mexican food.  I feel no shame though.  I hadn't eaten anything else today and you know what I've been reminded of?  We are not promised tomorrow.  So dammit if I want to drink a beer I will.  It's all about control - having one beer then water instead of three beers and then soda.

"You gotta live in the moment, 'cause that's all life is - just a series of moments".

Perspective is Everything

I woke up this morning (since I work 2nd shift morning for me is around 11 a.m. to noon) and had several voicemails and text messages on my phone.  Text messages are easiest to check, so I get to those first.. bad news.  Real bad news.  A good friend's two daughters were in a bad wreck and had been air lifted to the hospital.

After returning all of the phone calls and texts things look pretty grim for their youngest, who is twelve.  A very sad and very shocking morning.

Add that to quite a few other things I already had weighing on my mind and I was definately ready to get out and run.  Bad as it may sound I kind of like the idea of being able to run away from my thoughts.  Except I forgot to wash my miniscule workout wardrobe last night... crap.  I found my tech tee that I wore on my last run.. it's wicking fabric I reasoned.. I didn't sweat *that* much... *sniff*  it doesn't smell.. winner!  (Hey don't judge, I'm surely not the only one who's done it).  The pants.. another story.  I put on my one pair of shorts.. you know.. the ones I refuse to wear running because of my fear of them riding up and making me look like I'm wearing some kind of wierd bikini bottom complete with horrifically chafed thighs... yeah.. those.  Thankfully I've at least lost enough weight that they didn't look half bad.. standing still.

I got the the park and today was supposed to be w5d1 - except I forgot to put that podcast on my ipod.  Oops.  Oh but I have it on my itouch, which is in my bag from work - oh.. but it's dead as a doornail.... so I did another day of week four.  Oh.. and it started to rain as soon as I started running. Crap.

Not having week five may not have been a bad thing however.  I was feeling pretty anxious about this whole week five ordeal, but completing week four in record time today boosted my confidence level so I think I'll be totally ready come Thursday. 

I think this morning during my run was the only time my brain stopped chewing itself  into goo.  It was a welcome break.  So much so I wouldn't mind going for another one when I get off work.. except that it'll be pitch dark and 3 a.m.  so maybe not.  I also am not technically supposed to do that.  I guess.

Lessons of the day:

• Do more laundry. 
• Don't let dearest do it.  I had a panic attack when I thought he might have washed my dry fit tops with softener and on high heat with an inkpen in the washer (this is pretty common and apparently happened in the load with the kakis I wore to work today). 
• Also tell people you love them.  Every chance you get - you never know when it'll be the last chance you get.

I Banish Thee!!

Banish thee demon scale!!!  *groan*

Okay so I'm almost a month in.  I was hoping for a little more than five pounds to disappear.  Yes, yes you say "oh well that's still an average of a little over a pound a week".  HOGWASH!  I lost 5 pounds the first week.  Since then the scale has not budged.  It will tease up and down within a pound.

This morning I was excited when it seemed my demon scale decided to tell me I had lost a pound.