Ready! Get Set! Go (on Jan 3)!

It's go time.

Well, almost.

There's some post-Christmas prep that needs to happen before the start of my 90 day journey through the body and mind of Tony Horton.

I indulge during holidays.  No doubt about it.  No trying to make it sound like I don't.  I do.

Only NOW, due to the consistency with exercise/nutrition that I've built into the dailiness of life, I can actually afford to jump in to the deep end of the holiday fixins table every so often.  See, this January, for the first time in years, I'm not starting the new year from the bottom of the pool. I have had my fill of a ton of dishes found in the crappy box of the food pyramid, and now I'm returning to the surface rather than starting a new year in a defeated position. I know what needs to happen.  I know what works.  I'm ready.

I'm in.

My mind is now set on P90X, but my body will need a bit of a jump-start after fueling it with Christmas goodness.

So, here's the plan:

1. Cleanse:  Shakeology cleanse for three days
2. Sweat: 5 days of workouts
3. Clean:  Overhaul the fridge and cabinets

Several of you are joining me on P90X.  Others are prepping to begin ChaLEAN Extreme, Body Gospel and TurboJam.

Keep your eyes peeled this week for COMPLETE DETAILS about the 2011 90 Day Challenge, for it is literally one week away.

One week.

Take it from me, your 90 days will be just as much a mental challenge as a physical one, so use this week to fuel your mind with positive self-talk.

"NO" becomes "GO" in 7 days.

CONTEST!

11 PEOPLE, 11 JOURNEYS, 11 TESTIMONIES...ALL WINNERS!

Are you ready to make 2011 different??  

Are you ready to make a change in your life? 

Then be one of 11contest participants in my 2011 Challenge:

11 PEOPLE, 11 JOURNEYS, 11 TESTIMONIES...ALL WINNERS!

Here Are The Rules:

• Each participant must sign up to be a coach with me on my BeachBody Team. (This will give you a 25% off your program and Shakeology! + the sign up fee is waived until Dec.31st!)
• Each participant must purchase and commit to a Beachbody program for 90 days (Power 90, P90X, TurboFire, Rev-Abs, Chalean Extreme,  Body Gospel, Brazil Butt Lift, Turbo Jam, Hip-Hop Abs, etc.)
• Each participant must commit to 90 days (3 consecutive  monthly orders) of Shakeology Home Direct.
• Each participant  must send me a Before picture and After picture with date as well as certain measurements and weight.
  
  
  Some contest, right?  Maybe you're thinking, "I don't just fill out my name on some card and hope my name is called?"
  
  
  NOPE.
  
  
  I am asking you to do NO LESS than what I did to make a change in my life.

Why Do This?

• You have decided you are ready for change.  You are committed to make it happen. You have wanted to succeed in this area for a long time.  Now is the time!
• You want to wear a smaller clothes size, or be able to play with the kids w/out getting winded, or lower your chances of heart disease and diabetes.
• You want to Win Fantastic Prizes!! There will be a FIRST and SECOND place prize that will make it all worth while!! :)
• You will inspire others to do something as well, and maybe even want to help someone in their own journey!

If you are serious about this, and want to be a part in this challenge, please message me on Facebook or email me at joline.atkins@gmail.com and we will set up an interview. 

Sign up Dead-line : December 21st , 11:30 pm. (so you know you will be guaranteed to get your program and shakeology by Jan. 1st!)

I did it.

You can too.

Think of it this way:  It's not easy to change your habits to get fit.  In fact, it's actually really hard. But "hard" doesn't mean impossible.

I'm Not a Natural Pollyanna.

Those who know me well, can recall that last year was a bit, well, dark.  No, no, I'm not referring to our move from Chicago to Beaver - although, I'm not gonna lie, that process was pretty darn tough.

I'm referring to our first year in Beaver, which while glorious, was also a year of great emotional pain for my husband. And thus, me.

Those of you who REALLY know me, prayed with me, cried with me, rushed to our aid, watched our children, loved on me, spoiled me, and allowed me to vocalized every ounce of anger, worry, doubt, frustration, and sadness that was necessary.

Those of you who REALLY know me, also spoke truth to me, even placing a gentle hand on my shoulder to say, without actually speaking, "Perhaps you need to stop talking about it for a bit."

While we've left the frightening part of the forest behind, we have not left the forest entirely.  It will always reside with us.

Thus, the need for a personal challenge of enormous proportions.  Enter Beachbody.  Yada, yada, yada.  Stuff I've already said.  Words you've already read.

I realize now, however, that in my quest to make a change, I may come across a bit "Pollyanna"ish.  My new outlook has me looking for the "glad" in all circumstances - even those times when I can only see crap through those trees.  I'm normal.  I see the crap.  I don't ignore it, make light of it, or act as if it doesn't exist.

I also don't let it master me.

Regular, intentional exercise has been one discipline that has helped me develop a drive to push on, find a way, and spot and hang on to even a hint of joy that may present itself.  There's even medical evidence to back up what I've experienced first-hand.  But I actually had to START in order to initiate that drive.  Think about it.  Sit in a car.  Wait for it to start/drive.  Surprise!  It's not going to start itself.  Or drive itself.  You must turn the key and handle the vehicle, or you'll never leave the driveway.

A second discipline I've adopted is to make every attempt to remove the word "can't" from my vocabulary - especially when it comes to tackling something new.  Admittedly, this came AFTER getting the exercise thing down - but, having read the medical research, I now understand how closely linked physical activity and emotions are.  A little sweatin' helps curb the frettin'.

Did I believe I would remain committed to ChaLEAN Extreme and finish it?  Honestly.  I didn't.  Did I constantly talk about how I "couldn't" do it?  No. Instead, I kept the talk positive - to the point of annoying some people.

I'm not apologizing.

It's proven.  Exercise will help you emotionally.  Which, in turn, may help you curb the negative tongue.

Even though you may not feel like Pollyanna on the inside, I can guarantee that what flows from your mouth will influence how you act and respond to challenges.

Verbalize "can't" and you won't.

I'm not going all "name it and claim it" on you.  I'm not into that.

However, I do know that our words our powerful.  The one's we speak to others and the one's we speak to ourselves have the power to heal or hurt.

Do you need a physical and emotional adjustment?  I did.

I don't need to tell you how I accomplished it.

Ready?

Tryptophan Ain't Got Nothing On Me

I gave myself a challenge 9 days ago.

In case you were tracking me, or taking on the challenge yourself, I am here to announce that I was successful - only missing one day of the 9.

I think THAT deserves me some turkey.

This was the first Thanksgiving in quite a long time that found me exercising ON the actual holiday.  This morning, I slept in, had a nice kolache breakfast, got the soup going (a wonderful Butternut Squash/Apple soup recipe from the Beachbody cookbook), and then disappeared into my sister's bedroom with my laptop, ChaLEAN Extreme dvd's and two resistance bands for a 40 minute preparation.

Preparation?

For the rest of the day.  Soup, turkey, stuffing, freshly made cranberry sauce, ham, broccoli.  Pie.  Pie.  Pie.

I do indulge at times.

However, it's even more fun to indulge when you know you've not neglected exercise for the days leading up to the food orgy.

Will I workout tomorrow?

You know it.  There's really nothing stopping me. I wasn't able to come up with even ONE excuse to stop me from doing Burn Circuit 2 today.

It's nice to have come to that point where I can always find "me" time.  Even if it's just 40 minutes.

So from now until December 31, I'll continue to issue short term challenges.  I'd love to have you join me as we prepare to usher in a new year.

But for now, shhhh.  Lay back on that couch and take a snooze.

See you at the gym tomorrow!

Exercise Makes Me A Nicer Person

Drop a few pounds.

Lose inches.

Lower cholesterol.

Experience energy.

Increase muscle mass.

Burn fat.

Sure, we all know THESE reasons as to why we should choose INTENTIONAL regular exercise as a personal discipline.  But really, I think the best reason for exercise came out of the mouths of my babes after I reappeared upstairs following my 40 minute workout in the basement.

"Mom, you are nicer when you exercise."

It's true.  My mental state is more clear.  I am better able to manage my emotions.  I feel powerful.  Confident.  Clear-headed.

This isn't a new scientific discovery.  

Unfortunately, exercise seems to be the last "go to" when one feels down, angry, foggy, or stressed.  Most, when faced with these feelings, turn to TV, food, alcohol, or even a cigarette or two.  Or twelve.  The problem?  Both exercise and the "go to's" I've listed here have lasting effects on our bodies.

You're a smart person.  I'll let you figure out which option provides a healthier and happier long term lifestyle.

So, yeah, my kids are brilliant.

Mom is a better Mom when she exercises.

If you have been focusing solely on the physical benefits of exercise, let me encourage you consider the emotional benefits as well.

Your kids will thank you.

On the Heels of "Excuses, Excuses": Setback

I got my regularly scheduled fall cold last week.

Had a great workout on Monday - CRUSHED the pushups.

Tuesdays are my off days.

And then, Wednesday, it arrived.  Right on schedule for November.

Chain-smoking throat.

Congestion.

Headache.

The gang was all there.

I still worked out with my Fit Club Wednesday night, but Th, F, and Saturday were a bust.  Add that to a tough week prior to this one, and I'm just feeling a wee bit off.

Since I've been doing Burn Circuit 1 of ChaLEAN every Monday, and I've not missed any Monday workouts for a while now, I'm going to vary things up and do RevAbs tomorrow and perhaps a Turbofire HIIT.  I need a jump start - something unexpected.  A program where I don't know the routine.  A program I've not conquered.  Having never done RevAbs, I figured I'd throw it in tomorrow to push myself.

My goal from now until Thanksgiving is to workout EVERY DAY (except for Sunday).  That means 9 workouts (10 with Fit Club) leading up to Thanksgiving Day.

After feeling wonky (that's a made up word that my daughter and I use for almost everything - in this case it means inconsistent) these last few weeks, it is super important that I do this from now until the holiday.  Whereas in the past I just gave up between Halloween and New Year's, this year I'm taking back the field.  This season is MINE and I'm taking an offensive strategy rather than accepting the holiday defeat.

Do you have a plan for these next few weeks?

Excuses, Excuses. I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours

I made them for years.

Excuses.

I am GREAT at making excuses.

For years, my excuse always started with, "I'll start when . . ."

Do you know that one?

"When life slows down."

"When my kids are older."

When, when, when.

WHEN?!!!!

What are your excuses when it comes to starting an exercise program and sticking with it?

Mine are:

• I'll get to it later in the day
• I've got to get the rest of the house clean first
• I can't with the kids needing my attention
• I don't have equipment
• I'm not in the right "season" to make that a priority
• I can't workout alone
• I'll start at the New Year

I used to always have a reason as to why I couldn't exercise.  Now, I always have a reason as to why I CAN. 

I had to RETRAIN my head.  RETRAIN my thinking.

Once again, I'd rather hear someone be straight up and truthful about a lack of consistent exercise, "I hate it.  I don't want to do it.  It is not a priority" rather than using excuses as a cover for disinterest.

What are your excuses?

If you are willing to have me help you stuff those excuses in a steamer trunk, lock it, and then chuck that trunk in the river to swim with the fishes, I'd be glad to help.

PLEASE don't wait until New Year's - that's a sure fire set-up for failure.

ChaLEAN Extreme Round TWO!

Deja vu?

No.

I have decided to do another full round of ChaLEAN Extreme for a few reasons:

1.  I miss it.

2.  I miss the way the program makes me feel.

3.  I'd like to tackle P90X this winter, and I KNOW this will make me stronger in preparation for it.

So, week one has begun and I can already see evidence of how much stronger I am during Round Two. I am having to increase all the weights I used last go around, I can do all the 12 pushups on my toes (well, maybe not all the tricep ones), as opposed to only being able to do 1 or 2 when I started the program back in April.  And Burn Intervals?  Well, that workout kicked my butt last time.  And while it certainly did so yesterday, I was able to complete the whole 45 minutes without stopping.  It took me 90 days to get to that point last time.

It dawned on me today that one of the most prevelant excuses for not exercising is lack of time.

My workout today?

30 minutes.

30 minutes.

30 minutes.

In 30 minutes I did a solid leg and shoulder workout which challenged me, making my legs shake and my shoulder muscles burn.

I realize everyone's schedule is different, but for those of you who said "I don't have the time" back in April, I'm actually wondering if you ever did start SOMETHING.  Anything?  It's now been 6 months.  If time was the issue, what exercise program have you found that fits within your time constraints?

Yes, you caught me.  This is just my cheeky way of asking:

Is the issue really MINUTES?  Or MOTIVATION?

Tomorrow's workout?  26 minutes.

I think I can handle it.

You?

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Training went well.

I took this past week off due to feeling sluggish, tired, and just blah.  No problem, though, for I knew I was ready for the half-marathon.  Even through my freak-out fear, I still knew that I had done the work necessary to complete the race, and, most likely, crush last year's time.

And then . . .

Friday night I get a "present".  So yeah, I totally get the weekly fatigue now. As I have some male readers I won't go into detail.  Suffice it to say that the female physical condition which reared it's head the night before my race did not add to an optimal running experience.  (This seems to happen to me whenever I have a race.  Very annoying.)

I went to bed early and crampy.  Only to awaken at midnight to hear the Disney channel on downstairs.  This meant one thing.  George had fallen asleep on the couch and Harper was still partying away.  I stomped downstairs and uttered something about being the only responsible parent.  Harper came upstairs.  George came upstairs.

Harper proceeds to play with Scout in her room.  I shout, "I have to be up at 5:30!  Go to bed!"

Around 1:00 AM, I hear someone climbing the stairs.  It's Zane, who apparently was asleep on the couch.  George had left him there when he came up.  Zane proceeds to climb into our bed.

3:30 AM:  FREAKING CAR ALARM.

5:30 AM: My alarm.

Races are stupid.

Well, they are at 5:30.  They cease to be stupid when your friends arrive to drive to the race.  That's when the fun begins, and you remember, once again, why you do this.

It's the thrill of chasing yourself.  Pushing yourself to go further than the last race.  Perhaps it's because you actually enjoy the compare and contrast discussion on the pre-race routine of using the bathroom.  Seriously, we talk that talk.  Runners have serious potty mouths.

For me, this race was all about seeing what the past 6 months of intentional exercise have done for my running.  I have seen glimpses of my progress on the training runs, but I needed to get this half-marathon notch on my belt to see it for real.

This particular race course was BEAUTIFUL.  After debating short sleeve vs. long sleeve (and choosing to go with both), getting there early enough to avoid the pre-race line for the commode (see?), hydrating, and setting my playlist, it was time to set off.

It was hard to Galloway for the first mile, as we were all clumped together, and, yes, I still deal with feeling self-conscious about taking a walk break 3 minutes in, but I stuck to my guns.  When I reached Mile 1, my watch said:  9:18.  WHAT?  Waaaaaaay too fast.  For me.

Only I didn't feel like slowing down.  The course was a steady decline (not really obvious) and on a trail (yeah for crushed gravel), and, frankly, I was feeling great.  So, I did as I've always done.  Walked my 1 minute breaks, and sped up to the point of pushing myself and passing other runners on the 3 minute run intervals.  For awhile I played cat and mouse with the same steady runners, finally losing one who wasn't running really smoothly by Mile 6. Checking my watch, I realized I had just run 6 in 1:01.  Unheard of for me.

I did notice that each mile was getting slower . . . only not slower as in an 11 minute pace - just successively a bit slower at each mile maker.  Mile 7 was 1:12.  Mile 8 was 1:24.  I was slowing down. This concerned me.

However, by Mile 10, I was still ahead of my training pace, only my calf was cramping, and I was beginning to get the "lonely runner blues"- for being a Gallowayer can be solitary venture.  I did see some other walk/runner's, but it was clear we weren't running the same interval's, so I couldn't hook up there.

I also knew by Mile 10 that even if I slowed down, which I did, because I had to, I would crush my 2009 time.  My goal at this point was to get in before 2:24 my fastest time to date from 2005.  My other goal was to have a pace under an 11 minute mile.

And then, we hit the turn to go back into town.  I saw runners above me on the bridge.  How do we get . . .? Holy God, what is THAT hill?  There was this incline, a steep incline leading up to a bridge.  While I knew this meant we were just about done, I couldn't fathom how I was going to be able to take this hill at this point in the race. My legs were fatigued here at Mile 12.  Maybe I could have ferociously tackled this at Mile 8 when my legs were a bit more fresh, but, NOW?

I walked the hill, ran the bridge, walked another small hill to what I thought was the last street before the finish and then gave it what I could.

That's when two things happened:

1) Madonna's "Four Minutes" came on, the timing of which couldn't have been better, for funny enough I think I was about that far from the Mile 13 marker.  It was a total Coldplay moment from my last race.

2) I glanced up to see George, Harper, and Zane a few blocks from the Mile 13 marker.  I was so excited to see them.  I thought they would be at finish line, but truly, I needed them at that exact spot.  They gave me a spring in my step.

As I turned the corner I realized that I could possibly get in the 2:20's, but I just couldn't sprint.  I decided then to enjoy the fact that I had run a PB, as I originally intended, and crossed the finish with a smile on my face at 2:21:38.  10.7 pace.

A few thoughts on this race:

• Perfect weather, perfect trail, beautiful leaves, rivers, creeks.  It was the quintessential Autumn run.
• Mile One - I am going way too fast.  Won't be able to sustain this pace.
• I ran over a squished mouse.
• This is the country.  There's a skin of some animal.
• I am totally tail-gating here, but the path isn't always wide enough for passing.
• I think I have spotted Gallowayers.
• I need Justin Timberlake.  No, not in that way.  
• In four half marathon's, I've never felt this good. 
• I'd like to do a 10 mile race next.  Just to see how hard I can push.
• Toe feels weird.  Gonna lose a nail.  Sure of it.  Been there before - know the feeling.
• Where'd she come from?  (Out of nowhere came an older lady who I ended up beating.  I heard her afterwards telling a friend, "I followed that one.  In the pink." I was actually someone's rabbit!)
• Best smile at a finish I've ever experienced.  "Wow," said the volunteer, "Someone is happy!"

I was.

Upon review I realized the following:

• 2002 (2:32:24, age 33)
• 2005 (2:24:32 - the year I adopted the Galloway method, age 36)
• 2009 (2:28:52, after having not run AT ALL since relaying the Baltimore Marathon in the Fall of 2005, age 40)
• ChaLEAN Extreme 
• 2010 (2:21:38, age 41 BABY!)

Find a hard goal and GO FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Listen, I'm not a fast runner by any means.  The point is, I am choosing to tackle challenges.  Doing so has helped me mentally, emotionally, and physically.


What would you like to try that you have never dreamed you can accomplish?

Let's Start At The Very Beginning

Fresh off that fantastic 10 mile run last week, my family flew to Texas for a wedding.

I knew I wouldn't have a chance to exercise while there, and that I would be stuffing my face full of tex mex and wedding fare.  (BTW, the cake was red velvet - not traditional for a wedding, but it was AMAZING).

See, I even plan my binges.

It started at Saturday night's rehearsal dinner where I downed bowl after bowl of freshly fried corn chips, enchiladas, tiny tacos, appetizer after appetizer and, as luck would have it, all you can drink margarita's.

Did I mention that I'm a Team Beachbody Coach?

We returned on Tuesday and I've yet to come out of my stupor.

Overeating affects me so much worse now than it did before I began my fitness journey back in April.  Remember that special day?  Just like a drug, once I've indulged in an over the top manner, the desire for crappy food lingers.  It lies to me, whispering sweet nothing's in my ear as it manipulates me into thinking I NEED it.  Everything that I've worked so hard to remove from my diet begins to look even more delicious.  And yet, I know the truth.

The truth is that I have felt "off" all week long due to my diet.

Only, I've got a half-marathon to run on Saturday.  In a moment of panic I called my husband at work for I've got some serious fear going on about the race - no doubt fueled by the fact that I just don't feel well.

"You are more than prepared, Jo.  You can totally do it.  This should be a rest week for you."

Ok.  Breathing.  Eating clean tomorrow.  Race is Saturday.

On Monday, I'm going back to the beginning.

I'm going to return to that program which first gave me success.

I'm going for Round Two of ChaLEAN Extreme.

I hung with ChaLEAN from April-June.  Starting Monday I will begin Round Two.  From now until the first few weeks of January I will hang with Chalene because I felt GREAT while on that program and I want to revisit that feeling. Especially after this past week.

"Let's start at the very beginning.  A very good place to start.  When you read you begin with A, B, C.  When you lift you begin with Phase 1, 2, 3!"

P90X is still in my sights.  Maybe in late January?

Random Thoughts While Running #4

Remember the movie The Fog?

I do.

This morning I awoke to fog.  Lots of thick fog. No, no, no, not in my head. Ever since I made exercise an intentional part of my life, my inner fog has lifted. 

This fog was the real deal.  I almost grabbed a small clip-on blinking orange light to attach to my shorts for my run, but I figured I'd be fine.

I did choose to take my gloves.  That was a good call.  I can't run with cold fingers.

As I started out for my 10 mile run, I realized that until the fog lifted, I'd have to keep off the actual road and opt for the sidewalks.  If you are a runner, you know that sidewalks suck. 

But, safety first.

So, what else was I thinking about for 1 hour and 52 minutes?

• My $1 gloves were a fantastic buy.  Where am I going to put them when it warms up?
• Headlights.  That's all I see.  Headlights.  Nothing else.
• Fog in the cemetery.  Very creepy-cool.
• "Oh who would ever want to be king?"
• The river looks AMAZING with the fog hanging on the top of the water.  Can barely see the barge - that's how thick this stuff is.
• Gloves off.  Tucked under the hat.
• Where's Sue today????
• Justin Timberlake doesn't seem to be running with me today.  He must be cheating on me with Lori Bedell.  Wow.  And I thought we were friends. 
• Why don't people smile when you pass them?  I know you see me - don't pretend you don't.
• Are the Miller's home?
• What's going in that new construction where the workmen just waved to me from the window?
• Come on!  Don't pretend you don't see me.  At least smile and nod.
• Those three old guys walk together everyday.  So cute.
• Jesus is able to reach everyone - only He doesn't communicate with each person in the same way.  Seriously, would He talk with Peter exactly the way He would talk with John?  No. There's a lesson there.
• Wonder if that is Rob singing the "doo doo's" on "On Saturday".
• Don't feel as loose as last week - but, I just need to do one more 3 mile loop.
• STOP!  Niiiiiice . . . moving van.  At STOP SIGNS one stops.  Or, in your case, doesn't.
• Feel a bit slower than last week. 
• Not sure what to wear to the race next week, I'm feeling kind of hot since the sun came out.
• Must get my computer back so I can sync my iPod for next week.  Can NOT run without music.

I finished my run at 1:52:22.  10.51 pace.  Last week was a 10.37 pace.  Not too shabby since I usually run long distances at an 11.00 pace. 

I'll keep the runs shorter next week - a 3 or a 5.  Anxious to tackle this baby on the 16th.

Ok, I'm battling and BEATING my giants.

You?

Checkered

I'm not trying to hide the truth underneath all my posts focused on motivating you into beginning a consistent exercise program.

I'm not trying to pull a fast one on you by only sharing my personal successes in this particular area of my life.

In all honesty, I struggle too.

It was checkered week for me. Not in a checkered flag sort of way.  More like checkered past.

In other words - not good.

Here's what I planned to accomplish and what actually occurred last week:

Monday: 3 mile run  COMPLETED - ROCKED MY TIME

Tuesday: Burn Circuit 1 NOPE

Wednesday: Turbofire Sculpt or Tone, Body Gospel at FIT CLUB in evening NO TF, BUT DID HAVE FIT CLUB

Thursday: 9 mile run RAIN DELAY.  COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING ELSE.  DIDN'T.

Friday: Turbofire Sculpt or Tone plus HIIT 9 MILE RUN - MY BEST RUN EVER!!!!!

Saturday: No plan at this point NADA

It was a rough week in terms of MY being motivated to workout.  I had that 9 mile run on my mind and it took over like a virus.  I was nervous about it, stressed about, unsure about it, etc.  I just couldn't wrap my brain around exercising with Chalene while I obsessed about mileage. Thank GOD for Fit Club.  Really.  I had a great cardio workout and core workout with my girls on Wednesday night and needed their enthusiasm last week.

True to form, what's on my mind this week?  10 miles.

What will be on my mind next week?  13.1 miles.

Ok, so even though I've got mileage-brain, I still put together a schedule for the week:

Monday:  Burn I and TF HIIT
Tuesday:  Off
Wednesday:  Body Gospel Cardio and Core
Thursday:  10 MILE run
Friday:  CLX and TF HIIT
Saturday:  TBA

Still looking for an accountability partner??? 

I'm here when you are ready to bring it.

Random Thoughts While Running #3

Yes, it's that time again!

The post where I open up and share my not so deep, sometimes witty, completely random thoughts that fly through my mind while on a run with myself.

Coming off my disastrous 8 mile run from last week, I was nervous for my 9 miles scheduled for Thursday morning.  Mentally I was being challenged ("I can't possibly do this."), and physically I was feeling less than energized at the prospect of running for 90 minutes plus.

Thursday morning came, and so did the rain.  As Friday's forecast looked more promising, I decided to reschedule my run, struggling over whether my reason for doing so was truly due to rain, or perhaps, fear.

Friday morning arrived.  Sunny and beautiful.

I drank my morning cup of coffee, and then, thinking that dehydration could have been a contributing factor to my rough go last week, chugged a cup of P90X recovery formula, before walking Zane to school.

After the obligatory fist pump send off my with son, I took a deep breath, and began.

• I am stinkin' scared.
• Legs feel good.
• Just relax, start slow. I started out too fast last week.
• "And the bass keep runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin'"
•  Huh.  Feeling good.
• Just get through the back road part and you'll be good. Hate running back here . . .
• It's freaky back here.
• There goes Justin Timberlake again, telling me I'm his love and junk.  Such a good running partner.  No worries, George isn't threatened.
• Hey Sue!
• Hi Eileen!  Oh . . That's not Eileen.  Oops.
• Wow.  I don't think I could have placed an order for such a perfect running day.  Thanks, God.
• Why am I feeling so good? I must have miscalculated the mileage.
• This reminds me of my first 10 mile run when Harper was 18 months old.  Feels that good.  What gives?
• P90X recovery drink:  the answer?  Or am experiencing a placebo effect?
• Should I stop at a friend's house to use the bathroom?
• Seriously, think I may need to go, but if I stop, I may never get going again.
• "Now I believe there comes a time. When everything just falls in line.  We live an' learn from our mistakes.  The deepest cuts are healed by faith."
• Hey Sue!
• Where's my Marleney driving through town when I need to see another friendly face?
• Wonder how Misty's 10 mile went today?
• How can I almost be done?
• "On Saturday . . ."
• Mileage is for sure wrong.  Crap.  How did I screw that up?
• Shoot.  I forgot my key and forgot to tell George to leave back door unlocked.  I can always go to Rachel's.
• Locked, locked, locked, locked . . .
• FORGET ABOUT THE DOOR.  JUST RUN!
• Hill's a comin'.
• Seriously, this is the end of my run?  I feel this strong?  I bet that was only 8 miles.
• 1:38:09.  No way that was 9.

The backdoor was unlocked, thankfully.  I let myself in, made another glass of P90X Recovery drink, and sat down at the computer to calculate.

9.24 miles at a 10:37 pace.  I was shocked.  I'm not sure what contributed to my loose legs or faster pace per mile, but it was true.  I had just run 9 miles at a pace which was almost 1 minute faster than my usual long run pace.

Which, of course, like a first time novelist, makes me wonder if I can do it again.

I felt fantastic all day and then fell asleep at 9:30 PM.  I have had absolutely no pain or physical stress over the distance . . . but my pillow was definitely waving me in.

Until next week . . .

What's Old School About Diet and Exercise?

I was listening to a radio program the other day.  The hosts were interviewing a man who had "miraculously" lost 65 lbs "the old fashioned way".  Old fashioned?  What does that mean?

You guessed it:  diet and exercise.

The man "miraculously" lost 65 lbs and was well on his way to losing 100 through the "old fashioned" means of changing his diet and exercising.

Pray tell:

WHAT IS OLD FASHIONED ABOUT DIET AND EXERCISE CONTRIBUTING TO ONE'S ABILITY TO LOSE WEIGHT?

Sorry for screaming, but there is nothing antiquated or miraculous about diet and exercise.  Just check out this Roman mosaic of a young girl exercising with, GASP, weights.

Here's where our thinking has gotten totally screwed up due to a mixture of diet fads promising quick results, magic pills, and, frankly, the idea that losing weight and getting in shape should be convenient and easy.

Ironically enough, while listening to this program, I was headed into the city to lead a group of young adults in a Hip Hop Abs program - one they could barely complete . . .

There is just no other way to say it.

It. Is. Not. Easy.

Fitting in exercise, keeping up with exercise, and the specific exercise itself will never be convenient.  Why?  Because it is easier to blow it off, schedule something else in its place, and tell yourself "I deserve a day off", then it is to actually sacrifice the time and effort of putting your body through the paces.

Even I still fall into the trap.

I know that starting is overwhelming.  I have been where you are.  The first step/squat/bicep curl can totally suck.  It will hurt.  It won't feel comfortable.  You'll doubt you can finish.

But, you need to keep going.

First, decide whether you even want to get in shape.  If you don't, stop reading. For until you want it, until it becomes a priority, then nothing else (including me) will be able to motivate you to get started.

Second, if you DO want to get going, set a goal.  I've asked my Fit Club to attempt one, ONE, pushup on their toes this week.  Want to run a 5K someday?  How about losing that last 10 lbs?  What is it that you even want out of this?

Third, find a workout buddy - not necessarily someone with whom you will exercise (unless that works for you), but someone who will truly hold you accountable. 

Fourth, please get over the idea that this JOURNEY will be a cake walk.  Or that it is old fashioned and there has to be an easier way.  Put forth your best effort.  No phoning it in.

Fifth, let me know what you decide.

Call me old fashioned, but you won't find a quicker way to get the job done.  You will be disappointed in the results.

Say "Ahhhh": Weekly Check-Up

Told you I'd check in with you each week.

So, how'd I do?

Here's the deal with goals.  You are more apt to reach yours if you share them with others.  Ok, many of you may be like, "Wow, she really puts herself out there with letting us know every little detail of her exercise routine."  Yes, well, exactly.  By sharing my intentions with you, I have been more committed to actually completing them.

Monday: 3 or 4 mile run COMPLETED

Tuesday: Hip Hop Abs (in prep to lead at an inner city after-school program on Thursday) COMPLETED

Wednesday: FIT CLUB: first half - Body Gospel, second half (more advanced participants) - Turbofire HIIT 20. COMPLETED:  although rather than HIIT 20, we did a Core workout

Thursday: CLX Burn 1, and Hip Hop Abs in afternoon COMPLETED

Friday: 8 mile run COMPLETED (and it kicked my a%$)

Saturday: Turbofire (either HIIT, or longer program) BLEW IT OFF

So, what does this week look like?  I have a plan.  Do you?

Monday:  3 mile run
Tuesday:  Burn Circuit 1
Wednesday:  Turbofire Sculpt or Tone, Body Gospel at FIT CLUB in evening
Thursday:  9 mile run 
Friday:  Turbofire Sculpt or Tone plus HIIT
Saturday:  No plan at this point

So, how are you doing?  How's your plan?  Actually, let me back up.  Do you have a goal?  Exercise not only benefits one's weight and physical well being, but also increases brain function, energy, and wards off many a disease.  My goal is not to look like a super model.  My goal is to feel energized during the day, for there is a lot to do around here!  I don't want to feel sluggish and fuzzy.  Been there.  Done that.

Stop thinking of exercise as something we endure merely for physical benefits.  When we focus only on the outer results we forget that exercise benefits us on the inside . . . yeah, you can tone those abs, but how about sharpening your mind?  Yep, exercise does that also!

What is your goal?

How can I help you reach that goal?

Random Thoughts While Running #2

Yeah, this cute little guy looks sweet enough, but don't be fooled.

He packs a mean punch.

Twice.  I was tempted to yell, "The sky is falling!"

Planned my 8 mile course last night and was so excited to have at it today.  I had just come off of a sweet volunteering experience at Hill House in Pittsburgh where I Hip Hop Ab'd with a few kids, and shared 5 simple exercise and diet tips.  Now, the morning after, I was looking forward to my usual Friday morning run in preparation for a half-marathon in October.

Started strong.  Felt good.  At first.  Here are a few random thoughts that went through my head while I hit the pavement today.

• Hi Sue!
• Ouch.  Acorn.  What the . . . ouch!  Acorn.
• The river is so placid this morning.
• Oh, Jason Mraz, I so love you, but I'm sorry, I can't run with you.  Skip.
• Wow, Prada sunglasses while running.  Ok.  It's a look.
• Oh, it's Marleney!  I love seeing friends along the way.
• Full marathon?  Ever? (pause)  No.  Never.
• Wait.  Who placed that wall in front of me so early into this run?
• Cemetery.  Two laps.  With the scent of McDonald's wafting through the air.  Yuck.
• Justin Timberlake, I have a running crush on you.
• "Been running so long, I've nearly lost all track of time"
• I'm never gonna make it.  What's wrong with me today?
• Am I going to be able to handle the actual race?????
• I must have started out too fast.
• SPRINKLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• Wall.  Wall.  Wall.  Wall.
• What I wouldn't give for a P90X Recovery Drink/Aleve chaser right about now.
• I'm going to have to walk the last hill.
• NO, I will NOT walk the last hill.
• OMG, the last hill.
• Done.

Ladies and gentleman, I ran 7 miles last week, and today, my pace was a minute SLOWER than last week.  The pace I ran today would put me at the finish BEHIND my usual half-marathon time, while my pace last week would hand me a personal best.  What gives?

I feel fine, nothing was hurting, no pains in my nooks and crannies, nothing that would point to a reason for struggling through. The legs feel a wee bit fatigued, and did so during the run as well, but not enough to be a "red flag".  I feel drained. 

Post run, I drank TWO portions of recovery drink, a banana, and then went to pick up Zane at school. Perhaps I need to drink more prior to the run?  I don't know. 

All I know is that it started out fun today, and half way in I felt like I wanted to stop.

BUT. I. DIDN'T.

Accountability Check-point

So, how did I do last week?

I shared my workout plan with you, and now, I need to check in and share how well I stuck to the plan.

Monday:  Ran 4 miles

Tuesday:  Body Gospel @ FIT CLUB (did NOT get in my Turbofire or Ab workout)

Wednesday:  NADA . . . boo

Thursday:  In planning for FIT CLUB, I tested a resistance program on Body Gospel.  It may work well for that group, but for me, I was underwhelmed.

Friday:  Ran 7 miles

Saturday:  BLEW IT . . . boo

Ok, so this week, I worked out only 3.5 times.  I'm only counting Thursday's workout as half a workout, for I really didn't move beyond being comfortable - no challenge.

This week's schedule?

Monday:  3 or 4 mile run
Tuesday:  Hip Hop Abs (in prep to lead it at an inner city after school program on Thursday)
Wednesday:  FIT CLUB:  first half - Body Gospel, second half (more advanced participants) - Turbofire HIIT 20.
Thursday:  CLX Burn 1, and Hip Hop Abs in afternoon
Friday:  8 mile run
Saturday:  Turbofire (either HIIT, or longer program)

Here's a convenient way to check off completed workouts.  Don't Break The Chain, is a cool site that I've added to my iGoogle.  All I need to do is mark each day I workout.  My goal?  Not to break the chain Monday-Saturday, for I will be taking Sundays off. 


So, have you decided to join me?
How many days a week do you plan to workout?

Random Thoughts While Running

I am currently training for a half-marathon.

The half-marathon distance, 13.1, is my long run of choice.  I try to do at least one every year.  No, I won't do any longer runs.  Simply not interested.

I am by no means a fast runner, or even a natural runner, so I have no grand illusions of placing in a race.  I just want to improve my personal endurance.  I hope and push for a PB (personal best) time in every race I complete.

Although, as for beating my PB's, I don't think I'll ever run another 5K in 26.14, as I did a few days after finding out I was pregnant with Harper back in 2000.  I've never again seen that time with my name next to it.  And, well, that's just fine.  10 years later, I'm still pulling a 10 minute mile, and I'm cool with that.

My half-marathon pace is slower, so that means a lot of time on the road, with my iPod, and my thoughts.

Here's what was running through my head this morning, in no particular order:

• I do not take walking breaks because I have to.  It's all strategy.  I have extra bones in my feet, (yeah, I'm a freak) which predisposes me to experiencing plantar fasciitis quite easily, for there's a tendon that can't get around the bone, and yada, yada.  Since adopting a run/walk interval, I've decreased both my times and my pain.  Please stop yelling, "Don't walk!  You can do it!", instead, how about, "You look great!  Keep it up!"  Wanna read more? www.jeffgalloway.com.  I'm not slowing to a minute of walking because I'm wimping out.  I'm walking so I won't be forced to wimp out later in the race.
• Wait.  There's a pebble in my shoe.  I'm like the "princess and the pebble" of running.  Even if the pebble is the tiniest granule and stuck deep into the groove of my treads, I feel it, and must stop.
• Did that woman just sneer at me?
• Eye contact with drivers.  Keep eye contact with drivers.
• The cemetery is next to McDonald's.  How fitting.
• I so need to spit (I'm a spitter), but there are too many walkers today and I don't want them to think I'm spitting on someone's grave.
• Crap.  Am I getting a blister on my toe?
• Out of the cemetery.  Can safely spit now without my actions being misinterpreted.
• Coldplay.  Thank God.
• This area of town is creepy.  Note to self, change my course next time.
• Oh, there's my neighbor!  Ok, not so creepy any longer.
• Barking dogs behind a fence.  Scared the beejesus out of me.
• Waving to other runners.  Waving.  Waving.
• Is that kid seriously mimicking the way I run?
• Left hip flexor is tight. Will work it on the next walk interval.
• "I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes 4 Minutes, hey"
• Lady Gaga is regurgitated Madonna.
• Brick streets are charming unless you have to run on them.
• Jesus is my help.
• Stuck at the corner.  Traffic.  One guy waving me to cross. Other side not stopping.  Stuck.  Damn.
• Almost home.  Gonna take the hill.
• There are reasons I put a hill at the end of all my runs - it's for that extra push - builds strength, endurance, and mental toughness.  Just a bit longer.  The hill is .1.
• P90X Recovery Drink - delicious (yes, that is both the truth and a product placement)

Had a tough go between 5-6, but still finished UNDER my usual half-marathon pace.  Wonder if I'll be able to keep that pace for 13.  13 Point One.  Can't forget the .1, cause when I do, it's bites me the patootie at the end of the race when I think I should be done.  Never underestimate the .1.

7.1 miles today.

8 next week.

What will I be thinking about next week?

Tracking Your Progress: Just Write It Down Already

Now that I've graduated from ChaLEAN Extreme and am training for a half-marathon next month, I am working on developing a hybrid of ChaLEAN/Turbofire/Running.

For months, I followed the daily workout as designated by Chalene in both of her programs, glancing at the calendar each day to see what exactly was on the docket.

Now, that I have a half marathon in 5 weeks, I've needed to actually put in some work designing a new schedule which will include resistance training, cardio, and mileage, and is based loosely on the official TF/CLX hybrid. I have written these workouts into my calendar.  Why?

The discipline of actually writing specific workouts into my planner furthers my success in three ways:

1.  By writing my workouts into my planner, I increase the chances that I will actually execute them.
2.  By writing my workouts into my planner, as well as sharing them on this blog, I choose to place myself in a position of accountability to my Beachbody customers, fellow coaches, and friends.
3.  By writing my workouts into my planner, I have the ability to track my progress every week, just as I did when using the calendars provided with other Beachbody programs.

I am also in the habit of tracking my calories everyday.  For eating too little will be counterproductive as I increase my mileage, and won't allow my body the fuel it needs to remain strong.  Eating too many calories will also come back to bite me - on the thighs, and the hips, etc.

So, I've begun using, My Fitness Pal as my personal food diary.

Tracking.

We already track so many things.  Grocery lists, our children's homework, family calendar events, chores around the house, bills, to do lists.

Why not exercise?

So here is my workout schedule for September 13-18 (I don't workout on Sundays):

Monday:  3 mile run
Tuesday:  Abs and either TF Sculpt or Tone 30, Body Gospel @ Fit Club
Wednesday:  CLX Burn 1
Thursday:  7 mile run
Friday:  TF Sculpt or Tone 30
Saturday:  TF HIIT 25

Will you join me in writing your workouts into your calendar each day?

Are You Wearing a Wristband to the Complaint-fest?

A friend emailed me a link to a post this morning, and I just HAD to re-post it here, for it sums up my sentiments exactly as I would pen them, if I took the time to dig them out of my brain.

If you find yourself to be a habitual complainer, read this.

If you are in denial about being a habitual complainer, or are a closet complainer, you should read this.

If you have broken free from being a habitual complainer, celebrate, and read this.  Know that by changing teams, your relationships with those that are stuck in a complaining mode will most likely undergo a change.

This is my WHOLE point with the exercise and nutrition dealio:  how many times do your hear either yourself or someone else utter, "I need to workout more" and yet IT NEVER HAPPENS?

I was there.  Really, I was.  The past 5 years have been an on again, off again, affair with eating healthy and exercising.  Truth be told, I wanted the RESULTS, but didn't want to actually do anything to get those results.  Which, truly, is where a majority of people fall on the whole exercise front.

I have now built consistency into my life. How?

• By choosing a workout program designed for me by the good folks over at Team Beachbody 
• By surrounding myself with like-minded people
• By following the program - even when I didn't feel like it 

Choosing.  Surrounding.  Following.

Beachbody puts it this way:  Decide (to start a program), Commit (along with others like yourself), Succeed (keep going - the benefits will be worth the sacrifice).

Currently, I am having to do some major shifting with regards to my workout, for while I enjoy Turbofire, I am training for a half-marathon and need to get runs in a few times a week.

I also miss weight-lifting.

So, what have I done?  I've hooked up with my friend and personal Beachbody Coach to plan out what the next few months will look like if we hybrid Turbofire/ChaLEAN Extreme.  Together.

We will do it together.

She's an iron-sharpener, that one . . . Proverbs 27:17.  I have a number of  iron-sharpeners in my life.

So, here are the tough questions:

Do your friends sharpen you or add to your dull/flat ex and interior?
Are you sharpening your friends, or joining them in the complaint-fest?

Just had to ask.

Half-Marathon

I'm ready for my next challenge.

Yes, I am currently tackling Turbofire, but after running my strongest 5K a few weeks ago, I decided that my body can handle another half-marathon.

Today, I threw out 5 miles.  Just to test my endurance and strength.

Clearly, ChaLEAN Extreme has built up both my muscular strength and endurance.  Turbofire has increased my cardiovascular stamina.

Cross-training.

It's where it's at.

My legs were loose the entire time.  I didn't try to freak my speed or push too hard.  Just took a nice run through Beaver while listening to music and wondering if I should tackle the Buffalo Creek Half Marathon in October.  The answer was a resounding "YES!"

My last half (back in November) went well.  October is beautiful and not as chilly.  This course has been said to be terrific.  I am in better shape than I was last November.  So, why not?

For me, it's all about pushing myself to the next challenge.  Moving forward.

How are you moving forward with your health and fitness goals?

From now until race day on October 16th, you'll see me running through Beaver (well, if you live here).  Every Friday, I will add 1 mile to my course, reaching 10 miles one week before the race.  So, if you see me, wave, give me a cheer, and if you happen to be watering the plants or grass, turn that hose on me.

Oh, and stop asking if I'll ever do a marathon.

Not interested.  My motto is, "13.1.  I don't go all the way."

And I have the t-shirt to prove it.

Thank you, Team Beachbody, for turning me into a maniac.  Best go order some more P90X Recovery Formula . . .

When Exercise Slumps Happen To Good People

What?

What are you saying, Joline?

You've hit an exercise SLUMP????

So I return from vacation 10 days ago completely fired up.  I had just experienced my very first vacation where I actually exercised every day.

I returned home realizing that in just about two weeks time, I would be on route to Chicago for a short trip, and then, boom, school starts.

I panicked.

First day home from vacation:  I slept and watched TV.
Second day back:  worked out
Third day back:  worked out.  twice.
Fourth through Ninth day back:  nada.  zip.  no way.  just. can't. muster. it. up. (Count 'em.  That's 6 days, people!)
Today:  led my Fit Club through Body Gospel AND LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!

I miss working out.

Yes, you heard me.

I miss working out like I miss having a good book to read.  GAH!  Did I just type that?

And yet, I had to get the state of this house set before leaving for Chicago, and unfortunately, exercise took the brunt of it.  Sorry, friend.

But, after tonight?  After sweating it out with 14 other women in my church's basement?  I feel like I'm back again.  What a rush.  What an odor . . . yeah, we really brought it.

My last exercise slump lasted from, oh, November to April, so this one . . . 6 days, wasn't so bad.

Much better rebound.

Oh, Turbofire.  Oh, Chalene.  Did you miss me????

See you in the morning.

Regular Exercise: It IS Beneficial

I'm a regular reader over at The Happiness Project, and boldly think you should be also.

So, how glad was I to read this yesterday???

Exercise is beneficial.  Stop kidding yourself that you don't need it.

Really, how long are you going to play that game?

It has nothing to do with whether you have a gym membership, or haven't worked out in years, or smoke, or have a crazy work schedule, or have knee problems, or feel fatigued, or don't know how to start, or have back problems, or have young children, or work from home, or can not exercise to a DVD.  Make a list of your excuses.  Now read them back to yourself.  Out loud.

And then, let's just cut to the chase.

You either want to exercise or you don't.  You either see the benefits, or don't.

It's really simpler than we make it out to be.  Of course, there will need to be adjustments for all seasons of life, injuries, work schedules, etc.  So, let's make them.  Together.

There are benefits to regular exercise.  Want them?

Join me.

What is holding you back from starting?  How can I help you kick that excuse to the curb?

A Former Child Star and a Former HS Athlete Walk Into a Room . . .

How many times have you heard someone utter this statement, excuse.

"Well, I was a big athlete in high school.  So I know the drill."

I recently witnessed my husband making this statement.  And it's true.  He was a huge athlete in High School.  Just as he was a strong athlete, I was a working actor in my teen years.  Paid.  Both of us experienced success back in the day.

But we are no longer 18.

Now in his 40's, George can no longer follow the same exercise and fitness training regiment that he did at 18.  Similarly, I learned, the hard way, while working as an actor in my 20's and 30's that no one really cared that I played Dorothy in Oz at a children's theater back in Virginia or that I as a child I had been nominated for an award at a theater in Old Town Alexandria.  And I most certainly couldn't approach auditions the same way I did as a child actor either.  How embarrassing would that be?  Time to grow up.

So I was running a 5K yesterday and my mind started to wander.  As I was Gallowaying my 3:1 intervals I had a thought.  Brilliant?  Eh.  Nasty?  Yeah.  Somewhat.

There isn't much of a difference between a middle-aged, out of shape former high school athlete and a washed up former child star.   Both are stuck living off of past laurels.

However, when one looks at former child stars who have actually disappeared for a time only to resurface after having DONE THE WORK and TRAINING to get back in the game, it reminds me of someone like myself who never thought I could regain the level of health and fitness that I had in my 20's.  Come on.  I'm 40.  Plus one.

Example.  Jason Bateman (meow) had some rough years after his teenage TV career took a dive.  From Entertainment Weekly: Bateman admits to some lost years in the '90s, but his persistence paid off (Arrested Development, Juno). ''I want to be around for a long time,'' he told EW in 2007. ''Now that I've got another flash of relevancy, I don't want to screw it up.'' 

You think my secret Hollywood boyfriend didn't have to make some changes to step back into the spotlight?  You think he approached his craft the same way he did as a child actor?  Um, think again.  He had to grow up.

I feel like a broken record.  You want change?  You can not do the same thing that you have always done or rely upon what worked when you were 18.

If anything, you will have to work HARDER to reach those fitness goals because our bodies are, well, getting older and are thus slower at metabolizing and building muscle, and all that scientific stuff.

Thus, you need a workout that will really jump start the process.  Time to go back to school.

ChaLEAN Extreme was the magic bullet for me.  And by magic, I mean, it worked.  And by bullet, I mean, it just about killed me on some days.

Persistence.  The word doesn't describe sticking with the same old plan.  You may need to change directions to keep going.  It's time to try something new.  Something that may even be uncomfortable and unfamiliar.

Evolve.

Or continue talking about those glory years.  'Cause that's all it is.  Talk.

From the horse's mouth, folks.  I no longer talk or act like I'm in shape.

I am.  And I continue to educate and learn more as to how to keep my temple kickin'.