Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Baby, We Were Born To Run

Mr. lie.

There are sometimes when I am on the treadmill and I think to myself..."This is just not natural." Tonight was one of those nights! I was on the treadmill for about 6 minutes when I figured that I just CAN NOT keep going at this pace with the treadmill everyday. I stayed on for 10 minutes, less than half of my regular time. I knew if I was going to go light with the RUH-NANG...I had to compensate somewhere else.

I did about 5 minutes on the heavy bag split between jabs/cross-cuts/and gut shots. I have to admit I am on my way to the gun show! Which is only funny if you think that guns have these unsightly bags that hang from them. (Maybe...just maybe they're for holding ammo?)

I did tons of ball crunches. (A Ton = about 60 *on this blog and subject to change*) Ball crunches are my all-time fave. NO REALLY. I like them because it is easier for me to do crunches on the ball and they still work without the back and neck pain.

I finished it off with another 10 minutes on the hamster wheel.

Yesterday, when I said I was trying to get everyone used to my inevitable failure in running the Komen. I don't mean that I will fail and that I won't do it. I am still working towards this goal EVERYDAY. Everyone I know, knows that I have been working really hard to reach this goal. Running, carrying 287lbs is no easy feat. I do it in intervals. A minute to a minute fifteen 4 times a mile. It is hard work, but it is getting easier. I am able to recover from those intervals more quickly and I have been able to extend them for a whole 15 seconds, which believe me can feel like forever sometimes. I know, eventually...I will reach this goal. I know that I am improving and I feel the difference (a freedom almost) in the way that I can move and whether I knew it or not I MISSED IT. I CRAVED IT ( and I thought I was craving French Burnt Peanuts) I don't want to give it up...the fact of the matter is that in order to reach the goal that I set for myself...I need to run fifteen minute miles. This requires me to travel at 4 miles per hour. I am 5'2"(if I'm lucky). I feel like I am sprinting at 3mph. Were my eyes bigger than my stomach here? Did I bite off more than I could chew? Have I set myself up for failure? I am more determined to prove I can do it, but these are legitimate concerns that I have. What does it mean for me if I try and I fail?

I was watching a special on E! the other day about Katy Perry. Katy had a failed album and 2 cancelled record contracts before she became the Katy Perry that we all know. Before she uttered the words "Maybe your reason why all the doors were closed, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road".

SO...I've decided that if I fail miserably...I will become the Katy Perry of charitable 5ks until I find one that I can Rock!


  1. Hey, I think you're doing great!! I ran for barely 30 seconds yesterday and I thought I was going to die. Keep it up!

  2. It is tough to run at this weight...and I know what you mean. I wonder how they do all the work on Biggest Losers.

    I think it's great that you started doing other "stuff" when the treadmill wasn't doing it for you. I wish I had a heavy bag...great for frustration too. Some days I find the treadmill gruelling and other days easier. Keep it up, it will get easier...right? Yes, it will.

  3. Hey, you're doing much better than I would! You're still up there, doin' the damn thang, 10 minutes or 20 minutes - at least you're DOING it. =) Kudos, doll.