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Am I running these days? Yes…my mouth. About how much I don’t want to run.

March 1, 2014

Want to know how I’ve mentally and physically prepared for running a big race in May thus far? Come on, you know you do. It will make you feel better about yourself.

I over-zealously declared all my New Year’s resolutions to anyone who would listen. I AM DOING ALL THE THINGS!

I gave up pop for a full month. I patted myself on the back.

I logged 3.5 miles a day for a week straight. At which point, my back responded: Uuummm…yyyeah…about that weak core of yours. I still can’t support it. So I’m out.

As my back went on strike, my recovery plan included a cocktail of chiro and physical therapy appointments, lots of Subway sandwiches, microwave popcorn, Girl Scouts cookies, and remorse.

I bought some new running shoes.

I complained about how I’m not able to get in my training miles when the freezing temperature makes it impossible to run outdoors in Nebraska, when the treadmill in my basement makes me angry just looking at it, and when the number on the scale reminds me that this year will be harder.

As I’ve said before, the act of running is not something I ever look forward to doing. Ever. However, being alone with my mind and experiencing endorphin release in my body make the lens in which I look through life much clearer.

Spring is coming. I must remember that.

Until it gets here, I’ll just sit back and watch this clip of a baby instinctively bonding with its mother on auto loop to make me smile.

Written by Heidi Woodard

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Queen of sporadic confidence checking in

January 1, 2014

I’m here to conquer you, New Year. You should know this about me…I’m not, and have never been, deficient in the confidence department.

But I’m a realist too. And, realistically speaking, I know I represent false hope. Because today I am shouting from the mountain top.

Where will I be in 30 days, 6 months, 1 year from today?

I signed up to run my fourth Half Marathon on May 4, which as my Facebook friends should know by now, means they need to decide if they want to unfriend me. I’m going to publicly share how I’ve either met my training goals or failed miserably. Consider yourself forewarned.

I’ve committed to giving up pop for the next 30 days. Or, as I like to call it, my happy juice. I’m in the process of developing coping strategies that don’t involve the beheading of my spouse or getting fired from my job.

I got on the treadmill and logged a very slow and steady 3.5 miles this morning. It felt good. It always does before you allow the soreness to soak in.

I’ve committed to attending a kickboxing class on Friday. I figure I’ll have a lot of pent-up rage from seeing everyone around me drinking pop by then. My imaginary sparring partner won’t stand a chance against me. I’ll actually likely envision the 20-year old version of myself with her flat stomach and ability to eat anything without regret staring back at me. She’s going down.

Finally, I’ve vowed to read more as part of The Empty Shelf Challenge.

Yep, that seems to be enough crap to concentrate on for now.

Good luck to everyone with all your many resolutions. Let’s remember that, at the end of the day, we’re all pretty awesome as is.

New Year. Same ol me.

New Year. Same ol me.

Written by Heidi Woodard

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I need some M&Ms…stat

October 3, 2013

I’m not referring to the chocolate kind. I’ve been inhaling handfuls of those for as long as I can remember.

No, the M&Ms I’m referring to are those precious delicacies I had years ago that have since escaped me. The ones I so desperately want back. I’m talking Motivation and Metabolism (heck, you might as well toss Muscle Mass into that equation too).

a sign that taunts me on my far-too-infrequent runs

a sign that taunts me on my far-too-infrequent runs

It’s amazing how visual reminders can haunt you. My normal running route takes me past this road marker. It just so happens that the mere sight of this sign motivates me to keep on moving. I’ll let you read between the lines to understand its significance. (Here’s clue: I’d like the number on it to be about 10 digits lower.)

My Metabolism allowed me to live by the theory “It all cancels out” for the first 25ish years of my life. I would eat whatever my heart desired and then do enough cardio work to burn off the calories I’d consumed.

It’s hard for me to accept that my Metabolism has slowed down as I’ve aged due to a steady decrease in my overall lean body mass. (Don’t I sound like a fitness pro? Thanks Google.)

I want cheeseburgers, french fries, and fountain pop on demand, dangit! I’ll be more than willing to sweat off the pounds after my glutinous rampage.

Oh wait, I CAN’T DO THAT ANYMORE?!

It’s been said that, if a person wants to lose weight or tone up, nutrition is 80 percent of the battle – while exercise is 20 percent.

No amount of whining by me will reverse this reality.

I need to continue to make small adjustments to my eating habits if I want to raise my energy level, be a good role model to my family, and have my clothes fit more comfortably.

WHATEVER! I’m getting grouchy just thinking about the sacrifices I need to make to live an overall healthier life.

So I guess I’ll go play volleyball…to make up for the bowl and a half of lasagna I downed tonight.

Created by Heidi Woodard

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