Spring has not Sprung

The calendar says spring, the rain on the window says ‘not quite yet’. After a few days of sunshine a week ago, it’s back to gray and wet and cold. This totally diminishes my urge to go outside and joggle. Kate, the world’s largest poodle, doesn’t even want to joggle in this mess.

I had a dream last night that I decided to run a 5K without any training. It was a very vivid dream, I could hear the other runners, felt the rush of excitement as we started to move forward as a giant clot of runners, felt the burn in my shins and lungs as I started up the long slow hill on Broadway. I told you it was vivid. I woke up before the finish, but I did manage to get past the hill and start on the downhill part of the run. My gut tells me that I need to get back in the shoes and set another goal and pick another race or I will NEVER get to cross another one of those finish lines. I totally dig finishing a run.

This past week I joined the Health Challenge at work. My personal goal is to lose 15 pounds, so I am back on the Weight Watchers plan. I am not so good at doing the DIET thing, which is why the Weight Watchers is right up my alley. I can still eat and drink what I want, just more mindful of how much I am actually putting into my mouth. I like the fact that I can “cheat” on this plan by using Activity Points to offset my Food Points. Even though I haven’t strapped on the running shoes in a week, I’ve been still getting a wiggle on with some very brisk walks with friends, some of whom are also doing the Health Challenge. And pushups. I like pushups.


One of the new challenges I’m doing is the One Hundred Pushups Challenge. It fits into my overall plan to do pushups on a regular basis and seems do-able…similar to the Couch to 5k. If you break it down into small enough pieces, you can actually accomplish it. I think I’ll actually aim to go through it twice; first will be the 100 on the knees girlie pushups, the next will be the 100 tough gal pushups. Thought it was funny that one of the ads on the Push Ups Challenge website was for PushUp Bras. I guess if I had big enough boobs I wouldn’t have to push up so far…would already be half way there!

So here’s to staying healthy, getting more fit, dropping 15, and then dropping and giving 100. And maybe spring will actually show up soon.

Shamrock Run 2009!

Once again, many weeks have passed since my last post. Every day just SCREAMS by. Winter is having a hard time letting go of Portland this year. That’s my excuse for not running outside three days a week. Really. But the past few weeks, I’ve been outside a little more often, preparing for the Shamrock Run, held yesterday, March 15th. I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to run, since I twisted my ankle the last week of my preparation. Funny thing, walking hurts more than running, bowling hurts even more. Who knew that running would be easier for my ankle than walking…never would’ve guessed that.

I joggled the 5K with a whole mess of my new friends. 20,000 participants in the Shamrock run this year. They have 5, 8, and 15k runs as well as a leprechaun run for the kids. I’ve been looking forward to this run since the Resolution Run on New Year’s Eve. I tell you what, it was COLD and rained during the Resolution Run, but it had NOTHING on the Shamrock Run. Did I mention that the reward at the end of the race is BEER?

The rain was coming down in buckets, sideways. Some of the puddles were ankle deep and the wind was so strong that hats were no match. I wore a hat to keep the rain off my glasses, but the glasses didn’t have a chance and they came off even before the race started. Actually ended up carrying the hat most of the time, since I just could not keep it on my head. Holy Cow, it was COLD. I wonder what it’s like to run one of these things in decent weather? So far, I don’t think they actually have runs in Portland when it’s not nasty. I’ve seen pictures, but I truly think they were PhotoShopped. Seriously.

The run was great, in spite of the hurricane. Before the race we lined up in groups by our mile pace. It’s a good idea, so people like me don’t get trompled by the real runners . I did have a few minutes of worry that my pace was so pokey that I would be alone, but they had a section called “10 and over”, so didn’t have to tell anyone that I was planning on a nice steady 12 minute pace if I had a tailwind, more like 14 if I didn’t have that luxury. I could tell I was with a bunch of newbies, because they all started to get excited when the race was about to start, just like I do. I think my heart rate was already in the running zone before we even started, but I’m sure I wasn’t alone. It took awhile to actually get to the start and we had to walk a little bit even after the start because there were so many people. Not so bad, though, since it was pretty darned festive. We followed some giant Guinness glasses so you really didn’t want to take it all too seriously. Speaking of beer, did you know they serve BEER as a reward for finishing this race?

I was worried, in the days leading up to the run, that I would be surrounded by those serious runners and I was a bit intimidated, especially since I had that little injury. What if I had to walk, or even worse, what if I couldn’t finish? Lesson learned: No one judges you. You do the best you can do and everyone around you cheers you on and watches out for you. So don’t let THAT fear stop you from trying this. When I saw the mass of runners going up (yes, I said UP) Broadway, I had a momentary panic that I would not make it up that hill. But just kept going one step at a time and huffin’ and puffin along with my fellow huffers and puffers and next thing you know, we had crested that hill. Don’t think about that next hill at this point, just catch your breath and realize that your feet are still moving and your arms are still pumping. The cool thing about this run is the huge payoff after that long trek up Broadway: What goes up, must come down. You turn left off Broadway and it’s smooth sailing all the way to the finish. At that point, I was passed by a man in a kilt. I’ve been passed by a lot of people when I run, just never by a man in a skirt. First time for everything.

So I did it. I finished this run with 20,000 of my new friends. I didn’t set any records for speed, but kept pretty close to my 12 minute pace. Think I would’ve nailed it except for that little bottleneck near the finish line and the slow start. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Ended up at 38 minutes for this windy rainy 5k, not bad for an old chubby gal. Second lesson learned: Pee before the race. I think I would’ve had a lot more fun joggling with an empty bladder. Especially once I added a glass of beer.

It was too windy and wet for the husband, who is my official photographer, to get any pictures, so I’m hoping the event photographers found me somewhere along the way. Maybe they saw me as the guy in the skirt blew past me. A girl can hope.

49 and Ready!

Well January has to go on the record for the FASTEST MOVING MONTH! Yesterday it was New Year’s Day and today is end of January. I guess it’s true, the older you get, the faster it goes. On many levels.

My training these days has taken on a new dimension. I’m still joggling along on the treadmill, been toooo darned cold, windy, snowy, rainy, icy, nighty, (one or all of the above) to run outside, but have also thrown in some additional body work. At this age, I really need a lot of body work, but hey. And now that I am 49, I have to do 49 pushups every morning. For some reason, 49 pushups is a LOT more pushups than 48. Of course, most of them are girly pushups. To prepare myself for 50 (right around the corner), I have started throwing in 10 manly type pushups a day. Once 10 feels comfortable and does not make me groan, will increase each week until I am doing my whole set up pushups manly style. Hey, a girl can dream.

I am also doing ‘workouts’ on the Wii. Really, they are just video games standing up, but I’m gonna call them workouts. I hate standing on the thing, however, because after it tells me to ‘STEP ON’, it says “OW” when I do. Tell you what, irks me every time. Want to slap her. It. Whatever. That Wii doesn’t like me much, and I’m the kinda gal that really wants to be liked. So I am working hard to master her games so she likes me and stops saying “OW” when I step on. I’ll keep you posted. She also reminds me every day that I am (and I quote here) “overweight”. Uh, like, hello. I’m 49. I have lots of history packed on this body. Baggage adds weight.

We are Bowling for the Cure soon, so spent the last week with the lost art of Tie Dye. I am a master of the pink tie dye now, and hoping to expand my Tie Dye Empire to the masses. Okay, the masses are only, like 20, but it’s a start. With the Bowl for the Cure, I am working to raise a little dough for the Cure to keep the money coming in throughout the year. The major fundraising is done with the Race for the Cure in October, but if we want to find a cure, we need to focus on this all year long. I hope that within my life time, I will see this disease wiped out so my friends and family and THEIR friends and family don’t feel the fear of hearing those words “you have breast cancer”. Met a new friend recently that is a breast cancer survivor (they are EVERYWHERE). He is active in the Race as well, and he got me energized all over again. I am looking forward to linking back to my Komen Race Page so we can all be in this together. Keep the faith. Keep the wiggle on.

Run Chubby Girl Run!

It's time for Run Chubby Girl Run to go public. I look forward to sharing my adventures and escapades with my friends, both new and old. Once I figure out how to copy my original blog over from the Race for the Cure site, will include that as well.

I started off this year with a midnight run on New Year's Eve with my friend, who is always an inspiration to me. I hope to be an inspiration as well to Chubby Girls everywhere. Even Chubby Girls can run. Okay, it's not really a run, it's what I call a Joggle. But you get the idea. The important thing is to JUST GET A WIGGLE ON! That's us crossing the finish line. I'm the purple cow, she's the farmer. What a team. She's still speaking to me even after listening to my cowbell CLANG CLANG the entire way!

I am so excited about putting 2008 behind us and i just know that 2009 is just full of opportunities and events not yet known. I can hardly sit in my chair just thinking about it. I'm planning on joggling in the Shamrock Run, maybe participating in my first dualthon (i can't swim, so no tri for me yet). I'll probably be one of the oldest people doing it, but I am slowly warming up to the idea that I am not a kid anymore. It's been a real shocker for me. In our New Year's Eve run, we were classified as "masters". Once I got over the disbelief, then I was cool with it. Fewer people competing with us! Hot dog! If we can make it to 70, just might OWN the division. That's what I'm thinking.

Anywho, here's to getting the wiggle on in 2009.