I did it!!! I made it the whole month!! This is also my 100th post!! I feel like balloons should be dropping from the ceiling as I write this. And there should probably be champagne instead of sparkling water. But I have a half in the morning and I will wait until I’m done with the 13.1 to celebrate.
As August ends and September begins, I’m forced to look ahead to the next month and what I hope to accomplish. If it’s in writing, I’ll have to hold myself to them. So here it goes.
1) Focus on my marathon training. I’ve been enjoying the summer doing some run races here and there. Now that it’s starting to cool off and the kiddo will be starting pre-k soon, it’s time to start logging the miles. KC will be here before I know it.
2) Keep blogging daily. I’ve loved this challenge. You’ll be excited to learn that Janice at the Fitness Cheerleader has posted another challenge for September. I can’t wait to see what next month’s topics will be. I’ve loved sharing more about myself as well as finding some amazing, inspiring blogs.
3) Build my personal training and running coaching clientele. I have some exciting news in this department, but I’ve been sworn to secrecy. Hopefully more to come soon 🙂
What are your goals for the next month?
Ok, so I’m a day behind, but I have been blogging daily, so cut me a little slack. Only a few more days in the challenge. I can’t believe I’ve stuck with it this long. Janice at the Fitness Cheerleader inquired in today’s post about continuing the challenge for September. I’m definitely game. I’ve enjoyed sharing things about myself that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. I also loved getting to read what other bloggers were writing and found a few new amazing blogs out there to follow.
Today’s topic is where we work out. If you were to look up gym rat in the dictionary, my photo would be right there. There’s just something about lifting real weights and all the machines that makes me feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Hell, I love it enough to work in one.
But my best workouts aren’t done at home or in the gym. They’re usually on the road or trails. As much as I love the gym, I’m fairly certain that I suffer from a severe treadmill allergy. Alas, I am forced to do my running outside. In the rain, snow, cold, and heat, I’d much rather take my workouts outdoors. Besides, I’d much rather battle a snapping turtle or fox for the right of way on a path than duke it out with a cell phone talking, magazine reading, handle holding treadmill hog.
The answer is C) All of the above. Cardio is the peanut butter to my strength training’s jelly. The yin to my yang.
*DISCLAIMER* – If my posts stopped making sense the last week or so, I’m slightly delirious from sleep deprivation.
I’ve always loved both. Growing up, I was in a neighborhood where most of the kids my age were boys. Since I wasn’t a frilly pink skirt, Barbie doll dressing kind of girl, I hung out with the guys. I’d wrestle, catch snapping turtles (yes, us city kids caught snapping turtles too), play baseball, race bikes, shoot bottle rockets at each other, and so on. Being told I ran/threw/hit like a girl was a serious insult. The guilty party usually went home crying to mommy with a bloody nose. Now if you say that to me, prepare to get chicked… and a bloody nose. My dad had a home gym in our basement. One of our favorite past times was to dare each other to see who could lift more. I wasn’t about to let myself be outdone by some boys, so I’d join in on the fun. I’d practice on my own to make sure that I kept my title of strongest kid in the neighborhood. My love of weights was born.
Around the same time, my elementary school would hold a mile long race for kids in 3rd-5th grades. If you ran it in under 10 minutes, you got a pin, a ribbon, and a certificate saying you were a member of the under 10 club. My competitive streak was already alive and well, so I accepted my challenge and enlisted the help of my dad to teach me how to run. He would drive around the school in his truck and use the odometer to measure out a mile. He’d time me as I ran around the school, often yelling phrases that would have made Bill Bowerman proud. So was born my love of running.
Why do you Canadians always have to throw your healthcare and retirement into our American faces??? Ok, seeing how it’s an election year, I could go off on a political rant right about now, but this is a fitness and health blog. Not a how much the government blows blog.
So assuming I’m allowed to retire and am not forced to spend my golden years as a mindless corporate drone, I intend to live it up on the $5 in social security that may be left over for me. Ramen for everyone!!! Oops, back to politics. I’ll try to get back on task before I lose all but 2 of my followers. Thank goodness both of my parents are bleeding heart liberals and love me unconditionally.
Let’s start again…
When I grow up, if my body still lets me, I’d love to be able to travel around knocking races off my bucket list. I’d love to be able to say that I raced in all 50 states and several countries as well. I want to be able to enjoy my old age by being fit, healthy, and happy.
If that doesn’t work out, then plan B is become a cougar.
Today’s topic from the Fitness Cheerleader is what we eat before a workout. When I saw this was the topic for today I had to laugh. I’d woken up to probably one of the most honest first emails I’d ever received from someone on an online dating site. A single running male, looking for a single running female had sent me this as his “Hi how are you? Want to get know each other better?” introduction email.
How are you this evening. That is pretty awesome to find someone else that loves to run too. I really enjoy it and am learning something new everyday. I am training for an ultra right now and am finding it hard to figure what foods work for me. I ran a half this morning and tried a peanut butter on wheat bread……Ya didnt go so good. I ended up throwing up on the course today. Any advice would be appreciated.
There’s nothing sexier than gazing lovingly into your date’s eyes over wine and a nice dinner discussion GI distress. For most women, this would be a major turn off. However, anyone that has spent 5 minutes talking to a runner knows that we are more than open about the inner workings of our digestive system. That wad of TP in my sports bra is not there to make my boobs look bigger.
Before most workouts, I’m pretty happy to eat whatever happens to be quick and easily accessible before a workout. Left over Birthday cake? Sure. Pizza and beer? Carb loading. But on race day, I am a little more cautious of what I eat. My usual race day breakfast is a bowl of oatmeal with some dry toast and black coffee. I usually eat this a few hours before my race. I’ll snack on a banana or a bagel with peanut butter on the car or bus ride over to make sure I don’t end up starving mid race. Lots of complex carbs to keep me fueled for the race along with fiber and caffeine to help stimulate the digestive track PRE-race. So far, this meal has worked for me.
Post race, I still expect there to be Nutty Rolls at the finish line.
So how exactly was Dirty Girl Running born…. Well, it all started on a cold winter evening in east central Minnesota. I was trying to come up with a good name for my Facebook athlete page where I planned on posting most of my running statuses since it’s apparently a big Facebook faux pas to brag about your daily workouts. I wanted something that fit with my personality. I’d be lying if I said I might have also been a little tipsy at the time.
I’d just signed up for a Tough Mudder and had recently been getting back into trail running. I didn’t want to be just another running blog. Then I remembered something my track coach had said to me many, many years ago. I’d just ran a very crowded 1600. I’d actually set a new PR despite getting boxed in a few times. My coach came over to congratulate me. Then he told me I ran dirty. At that point, he was talking about what he liked to call “running like a soccer player.” He used to ride me about it all the time. When I started to get crowded during a race, the soccer player liked to come out. The elbows would come up, and I’d start weaving through the crowd to get a better position. I couldn’t run in a straight line to save my life. I might have also cut off another runner or two in my day. And if I got pissed off during a run, watch out.
Now that my racing etiquette is in check (unless you’re a group of walkers that lines up at the front of the race and insists on walking 5 people across, then prepare to be trampled), I run dirty in a different way. I’m not afraid to go out there and get a little messy. I love the mud and the trails. I’m a dirty girl and proud of it! Dirty Girl Running was born. The world will never be the same again.
My gym bag. I never leave home without it. Seriously. In the off chance that a workout emergency occurs, I want to be prepared. I figure this is also great preparation in case of a zombie apocalypse since I’ll have my running shoes, extra clothes, and zombie ass kicking music ready to go. You never know.
1. Shoes – Usually an retired pair of running shoes that I clean up so I can get a little more life out of them before saying goodbye (or just adding them to the ever growing running shoe collection). Right now I’ve got a pair of Brooks Ghost 4s.
2. Gym Clothes. Usually this is a pair of capris and a tank top. Have to show off the guns I’ve worked so hard for.
3. iPod – Yes, I am quite aware that a 4th generation nano belongs in an iPod museum somewhere as a relic of past technologies. But as long as it’s still pumping out tunes, I’ll be kicking it old school
4. Notebook and Pen – This is where I plan out my workouts for the day and track how many reps and sets at whatever weight. I have exercise ADD, so I need a pretty well stocked arsenal to keep me from getting distracted by shiny objects (usually sweaty men with big muscles).
5. Kindle – Another must for my workout ADD. If I’m going to have to move the cardio indoors because I can’t get outside for a run, I need something to keep me entertained. By the way, reading 50 Shades of Gray while riding the stationary bike is a really bad idea.
6. Hair brush and extra hair ties – I have long curly hair. Enough said.
7. Make up bag – I actually have a separate gym make up stash so I don’t have to worry about forgetting my face. I like to look pretty. I’m a girl. Deal with it.
8. Deodorant – It should be a law that all gym goers carry some on their person at all times. I can’t reiterate the importance of deodorant enough. Use it people!!
9. Make up removing wipes – To take off my face before sweating it out. Working in a gym and being the person that folds all those little towels, I can tell you that make up does not wash out of towels nicely. Plus the scary clown look is never good.
10. Protein Bar – Post workout recovery snack on the go.
11. Water Bottle – Can also be filled with vodka, but not advised during hard interval or lifting sessions.
12. Bondi Band – Great for keeping the hair out of the face during those intense tabata workouts.
13. Heart Rate Monitor – I love my Polar FT4. It’s a great basic HRM without many bells and whistles, but for a gym workout, it does everything I need it to do. It tracks my HR and calories burned. Mostly I got it because it’s pink, and I get a great discount on Polar watches.
14. Lotion – It’s a girl thing.