I came home for a nice long weekend and I have never been happier. I made lots of friend dates and there is lots going on with the family, which I am beyond ecstatic.
Tonight I had dinner and hung out with one of my best friends from high school. Her lovely husband made us chicken teriyaki and rice with homemade teriyaki sauce. Soooo good. Then my friend, her 9 month daughter, and I spent the rest of the night singing Disney songs. Her favorites were from Frozen. Of course.
I don’t have many babies in my life and it was such a joy to cuddle with her and by the end of the night she warmed up and gave me goodnight kisses. It made me so happy!
Even better was hanging out with my friend who I don’t see nearly enough and going back to being able to easily talk and joke.
Best news is I will be seeing them again at the Monument 10K in a few weeks!
Tomorrow night date with one of my best friends from college. We have to start planning her wedding next year especially since I’m going to be the maid of honor!
Have you reconnected with your friends lately?
After another snow storm, albeit a baby one, which somehow resulted in even worse road conditions, I am even more ready than before for a nice spring. Don’t come yet summer. I want spring. I want warmish/cool temperatures with flowers and sunshine and longer hours in the day instead of night. And green. I want green. I know snow is pretty but it pretty quickly becomes slush and brown and nasty and gross. These are the moments when I realize that I am an adult.
I would trade…SNOW. For the reasons listed above, and that I want to ride my bike outside. And for longer than my short rides that I have been doing. I am really nervous about my ability to ride a bike for a long time outside since my long bike rides have all been on my indoor trainer.
I would trade…chafing. I have not chafed in a long time. I consider myself pretty fortunate in this, but for some reason lately I have been getting some nice underwear chafing. Yes, I wear underwear when I run. I know this makes me weird, but I like wearing underwear. Whatever.
I would trade…car shopping next weekend. The Beast has needed a new car for quite some time now, so next weekend we are going to be heading out with his mom to get it done finally. I really wish it could be any other weekend, but if we don’t do it now who knows when we actually will.
I would NOT trade…the Beast and I’s SEVEN year anniversary next weekend. Yes, you read that right. Seven years of dating. Since I was the ripe old age of 16 and he was 18. And now here we are, miniature adults trying to mesh our lives together.
I would NOT trade…an impromptu 5k this weekend. Oh, what? I didn’t tell you about that? Well, I signed up for a 5k on Saturday literally 10 minutes from my mom’s house. I am excited/nervous for it. I want to see what this winter training has done.
I would NOT trade…the excuse Lent gives me to start over with my diet (again). I am a gold medalist when it comes to self-sabotage. Really, I am quite excellent at it. And with a lapse in training last week, I can tell that my diet habits have gotten really bad since the only thing keeping me from gaining weight was lots of exercise.
I would trade…anything for sleep. I am exhausted and could sleep for hours and hours and hours. I really don’t know what it is, but on my off days I sleep until like 11 without batting an eye. How is this even possible? It’s like I am a teenager again.
I would NOT trade…celebrating my Nanny’s birthday (74!) this weekend. We have a few things up our sleeve, but it will be nice to see family.
I would NOT trade…seeing friends! I am seeing an old high school and college friend when I am home this week, and I could not be more ecstatic about it. Some much needed girl time in my near future.
I filled you guys in on this past week’s ups and more importantly downs when it came to training. Since most of my workouts were detailed already, I will do a quick recap with the days I haven’t told you about yet.
Tuesday: Sprint workout + 1200m easy swim
Friday: 80 minute bike. I was planning on doing a shakeout run afterwards but I wanted to continue to take it easy on my legs, so I just biked. It felt good to be back on the bike though.
Saturday: 12 mile run. After taking most of the week off from working out/running I could tell that my ability to keep my heart rate down had been depleted. It took me quick a few miles before I leveled off into my zone 2 heart rate without having to do walk intervals, which was extremely frustrating. Also, not running for even a week made these 12 miles rough. I had done 10 the week beforehand, so this was already a lot for me to do, but I set out to do it. My legs starting feeling it at mile 8, and by mile 10 I was counting down every quarter of a mile. Oh, and did I mention that I forgot to bring my water. Yeah…big mistake. Luckily, I will give a shout out to Clif Bar Shot Blocks (not endorsed) for having a gooey like substance that whenever I sucked on them it created a water like substance. I REALLY do not recommend running this long without water. I averaged 13:13/mile, which really was not my best time. But right now it is about keeping my heart rate low on long runs and building up my endurance, not my speed.
Now I am getting back on the training plan and back to my fitness…oh and back on eating healthily to fuel my body properly. Race season is literally just around the corner. How is it March already? Part of me is excited and another part of my absolutely terrified.
Here’s to another week!
On Sunday, I broke out my cowboy boots and wore them for around 8 or so hours. They looked great. Well, they always look great, and they are comfy. However, something I hadn’t thought about was that I have worn flats for small periods of times and then the rest of the time I wear tennis shoes. This means awesome support most of the time.
Boots have a slight heel, one that I am not used to. Do not wear something new and expect everything to be the same in running and training. My legs hurt a little bit that night, but nothing unbearable. The next day however, it hurt. My calves were tight and my ankle/right muscle connecting my ankle and calf hurt. I have a weird tendency to roll my ankles out to the side, particularly when I wear my boots. So I took Monday off.
Tuesday, I decided to test it out and did a speed workout followed by a swim. My legs felt okay on the run, but I chalked it up to not working out since Saturday. The pool felt amazing, particularly how cool it was on my sweaty, hot body.
Wednesday, I woke up and my legs hurt. They were beyond sore and the weird muscle between my ankle and calf was killing me. Plus, I had a slight twinge in my lower left back, which I chalk up to compensating for a hurting leg while running. I decided to take another day off and use less exercise time for a lot more sleep time. I slept for 9.5 hours.
Thursday, I decided to take off to give my legs/back another day to relax, particularly because my back is something I do not mess around with. I tend to baby it a little bit actually.
So here I am, having only worked out 1 out of the last five days, and it hurts. Mentally, I am struggling and feeling like I am losing every last inch of my fitness. I feel like tomorrow when I go out, I will be significantly slower and worse at everything. Physically, I feel worse. I miss the endorphins. I miss feeling good about my body. Right now I feel like a slug.
Taking off so many days of working out also doesn’t help my plateau with my weight that I’ve been going through. I know that once I am able to get back on the workout train, I need to crack down on snacking/food so that way I can be in the best shape possible for my upcoming race season.
I teased last week that I had a surprise coming up, and that surprise happened on Sunday!
My mom had signed up a couple of months ago for a half marathon, and unfortunately a few things prevented me from being able to do it. One of which is the fact that last week was my first ten mile run since the half marathon, and my first ten mile training run ever. As such, I knew I wasn’t going to be going home and wouldn’t be able to see her race.
Then I got a crazy idea a few weeks ago. What if I did decide to go see her race? I shared my plan with the Beast and we plotted out some logistics. As luck would have it the race was extremely convenient to his apartment in Richmond.
So Sunday morning after a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon and pancakes with the Beast, we headed out to somewhere between mile 7 and 8 to wait for my mom. I made some cool signs for spectating, and the Beast brought his new baby, a Nikon D610, out to play.
We waited for about 20 minutes before I saw her coming across the bridge and rounding the corner. At first she smiled and waved as she recognized us (probably instinct after many years of us watching her races), then she realized we weren’t supposed to be there. She immediately jumped in the air and screamed and had a big smile across her face.
The Beast and I then headed out to the finish line. After watching someone spectacularly vomit about 50m from the finish and continue to the finish line, with a nice incident right in front of me, my mom finished with her best half marathon yet. Oh and finished fourth in her age group, so not a bad race at all.
She then went to go enjoy the wine festival associated with the race while the Beast and I went to a Brew party with his friends. For those interested, this brew party consisted of one of the Beast’s friends brewing beer in a backyard while we all sat around drinking previous batches of beer he had brewed.
Oh man, what a week. The first half went really well with training. In the second half I think I started to get really tired and run down.
Sunday: Long bike ride. I honestly cannot even remember what I watched while I biked. Last Sunday seems like an eternity ago. I was able to make it for two hours though. Lately trying to get back up to 2.5 hours just seems impossible.
Monday: sprint workout, steady swim. This was a great workout day. I was very very pleased with both of my workouts. I rocked it on my sprint workout, pushing myself to reach much better times than I have been getting lately. My in between recovery portions I have been splitting up with a one minute walk then one minute slow jog before doing the next portion of my intervals. After a nice sweat poring session on the treadmill I headed to the pool and got in a very solid 2100 meter swim, which I think may be my first ever swim over 2000 meters. It felt steady and after this double workout I felt absolutely amazing.
Wednesday: Brick workout. Since I hadn’t gone out on the trail since the snow storm, I had no idea what the trails looked like even though the weather seemed nice. So…I biked inside on my trainer. It was also a weird biking session because I biked for about 50 minutes then had a skype date with one of my good friends in Texas for an hour and a half. Afterwards I jumped back on for another 30 minutes then got ready for my four mile run. When I headed out for my run, I decided to push it. I have been getting nervous as to whether I can run my 10k at the end of March in under an hour (I would be happy with 59:59). I figured if I could hold a pace for 4 miles, I could do it for 2.2 more. I managed to do four miles in 39 minutes for an average 9:41/mile pace. This puts be just at an hour if I hold if for the next 2.2. So fingers crossed that with another month of dedicated training I can do it. And hopefully this bodes good things for the upcoming triathlon season and Nike Women’s Half Marathon at the end of April.
Thursday: 10 miles easy. What’s better than a kickass workout? Two days in a row of kickass workouts. My legs were semi sore when I woke up from the previous day’s workout. I knew I wouldn’t be pushing it and that the run would probably feel good. However, I also haven’t run more than 8 miles since the Richmond Half Marathon…in November. The run felt so good that I contemplated seeing what I could do in 3.1 more miles, but decided to stick to the training plan.
Friday: Short bike. After two killer workouts, I really wanted to take it easy. I hoped on the bike for a quick workout just under an hour. Felt good to shake my legs out.
Saturday: 4ish mile run. I had planned on doing a fast run/slow run. I wanted to do 3 minutes fast, 3 minutes slow. However, just before three miles my mom called and I decided to answer since I hadn’t talked to her in awhile. I walked for a little bit since I was on a time crunch then realized I could use my handy dandy headphones to talk and run. It wasn’t fast, as obviously I was trying to keep a conversational pace.
Big things are coming today. I can’t wait to fill you all in on it.
I read so many amazing blogs about women and mothers who are kicking ass and taking names and accomplishing some amazing fitness goals. Some of these moms may face criticism for devoting so much time to fitness. Or their own worst enemy may be the guilt they face because they want to go workout and escape from their children.
Today I am going to write from the POV of one of these children.
My mom does triathlons. She runs half marathons. She’s pretty damn amazing. For most of my childhood we didn’t really do fitness. I rode horses and my sisters danced and that was enough for us. My parents didn’t really exercise or nothing that really sticks out to me.
That is until 2007 when my crazy mom suddenly decided to do triathlons. I don’t know why she decided to do it. But I think she found solace in the hours on the bike and running and swimming. She was in the midst of starting her own business, which then failed. And I think this was her getaway from slaving away and trying to make her business work.
It kinda sunk in for me in high school that fitness was something that I should incorporate into my life, but it didn’t stick. However, what did stick was supporting my mom in her athletic endeavors. The Beast and I went to cheer her in at triathlons and even did a weekend away with her one weekend for a triathlon. It became harder when I went off to college, but I continued to try to go to her competitions.
When I decided that I wanted to change my life and start my road to getting healthy, my mom and I signed up for a sprint triathlon together. Now that I’m older I see why my mom found her solace in this type of exercise. I know why she needed to leave the house sometimes to do these workouts. I understand why she’d be gone for hours.
At the time I kind of understood. I knew my mom needed to do her own thing and it made her happy. But I had no idea how much. I know that now. I have experienced it.
She is a role model for me and me starting triathlons helped jump start my mom back into it after taking off a couple of years. I hope that I can do for her what she did for me. Now we compete together, we cheer each other on, we share workout successes and failures. We run together.
I hope all the moms (and dads of course) out there read this and know, hey it’s okay for me to workout because you are finding your sanity and you re setting an example. And maybe one day your child and you can share your love of a sport together.
So I know that I have been missing the last few days. I honestly don’t know where the time went. Time is zooming by right now and it’s almost March! This week I will spare you a recap of my weekly workouts, but I promise to bore you to tears next week. If you’re really interested you can go check me out at daily mile: http://www.dailymile.com/people/MaddisonW
Instead today’s post will be a Trade ‘Em Up Tuesday!
I would trade my lack of motivation. Even though I have somehow been getting in my workouts and they have been really good, it has taken me hours to get up motivation to actually move. For some reason (probably the cold weather) my bed and couch covered in warm blankets have been much more enticing than leaving my apartment to brave the cold outdoors. Once I’m there it’s all good but it’s the process that takes a lot.
I would NOT trade an upcoming surprise. I have something special planned for Sunday that I can’t wait to share with you all. No its not a giveaway. Or really an exciting news. But it is something I have been planning for almost a month. Let’s just hope it goes off without a hitch.
I would NOT trade the amazingness of Gilmore Girls. Need I say more, really? My mom uncovered all the seasons my sister left behind. This may be contributing to my lack of motivation.
I would NOT trade finally seeing Frozen! I went to a movie last night, by myself. The Beast said that was sad and he would go with me, but I really wanted to see it and I thought I would spare him from a Disney princess movie. I really enjoyed the movie and the songs. It was nice to see family/sisterly love as a main theme. They also pointed out that you can’t marry someone you just met, which was hilarious. However, let us not forget other princesses who don’t marry someone they just met. Jasmine: it took her THREE movies to marry Aladdin. Nala: yes, I am including lion royalty, but they were life long friends. Belle: okay maybe she had a little bit of Stockholm syndrome, but they did grow to love each other!
I would trade the fact that race season starts in less than six weeks for me. Cue me slightly freaking out. Let’s hope all this training will pay off. I just need to remember that the place to push myself is definitely in a race. Speaking of which I need to update the races section!
What would you trade or not trade this week?
Happy Valentine’s Day! Whether you’re single or attached, I hope that everyone enjoys today. If not a romantic dinner/date/etc then rejoice that tomorrow morning, lots of candy and chocolate will be marked 50-75% off for your consumption pleasures.
As someone who is dating a nontraditional romantic man, I’ve learned that romance doesn’t always come with a dozen red roses and your traditional style of romance that is seen in movies. You know what is romantic: caring about what I care about, supporting me, doing little things, showing me love in the ways that count. For me, that obviously means supporting me in my racing endeavors. The Beast has been absolutely amazing. Sure, we have had our bumps along the way in races and training, but that’s normal.
For today, I have compiled some things that the Beast and I have been through with me becoming a triathlete/runner.
1. Naming my bike and referring to it by that name. My bike’s name is Beyonce. We like to listen to Single Ladies a lot.
2. Going to bed super early for a long run/bike ride the next morning. Luckily, the Beast is totally down with this one. He loves sleeping and relaxing. I just have to make sure I don’t wake him up in the morning then I have to pay for it.
3. Going to all the races I sign up for. Now this isn’t a requirement, but it is definitely something that is greatly appreciated.
4. Caveat – never sign up for a race on an important date. This year I signed up for a race on my birthday, but that’s my day to spend however I want. The Beast’s birthday, that’s off limits. His day to spend how he wants.
5. Presents = new gear. The Beast has really gotten the hang of this. He understands that there is always something new and cool or something that I need. He’s gotten into researching the gear and has been a tremendous help. My Garmin watch was the best piece of jewelry I’ve ever received.
6. I’m still learning, which means there is still a lot of frustration. This came out last weekend whenever I recruited him to help me change a tire and well, it was a disaster. We fought over this damn tire for over an hour, cursing and being angry in general. In the end though, covered in grease, we both said we were sorry, and put the tire incident behind us.
7. You push each other. Even though the Beast doesn’t like to race, he pushes me for my competitions, and I push him in the gym. He even recently said he may take up running more seriously (but never a race!).
Enjoy your Valentine’s Day!
Cancer. We all know someone who has been affected, whether close or distant. My Poppy, my mom’s dad, died of cancer when I was young. I have vague memories of him and his suffering. My aunt had breast cancer and just recently has been cleared of it. None of it hit me as hard as the news I received this past week.
Last Monday, my Nanny, my mom’s mom, went in for minor surgery to check on something that had been going wrong. She ended up having a hysterectomy after the doctor found a small grape sized tumor in her uterus with stage II cancer. My mom called me that day to tell me the news. She told me that a biopsy was being done on the tissue and lymph nodes to get a better picture of what was going on.
I decided to go home for my days off, to be with family, to hang out. I knew there was nothing I could do, but I needed to be there. Nanny has always been strong. My family has always said how fortunate we are that she has been so strong, so healthy at 73. I enjoyed watching the Olympics with the family and hanging out around the house, not doing much, but just being there.
On Tuesday, we got the results back. Final diagnosis, stage III cancer. Aggressive. Requires radiation. But no chemotherapy.
My heart hurts. My brain hurts. I stayed strong while at home, but on the drive back up north, I let it go. I let the tears I had been holding back flow freely. I let the fears I had been holding in go. I cried for the times we had together, for the plans we had made, for the unknown.
I am still processing what this means. Nanny has to recover from her surgery before the radiation will start. Her next checkup is in early March.
The Beast has been amazing and supportive. We are hoping and praying and in the meantime, being strong and taking it one day at a time. There is no reason to dwell on the bad when there is so much good, in the past, present, and future.
It gives me get another reason to celebrate the healthiness of my body and keep striving to make it healthier.