Monday, October 17, 2011

twofoursixEIGHT!

A few weeks ago I signed up to run the McDonald's Half Marathon on November 12th. I started my training on week 6 of Hal Higdon's novice training program.

Yesterday I ran the farthest I have ever gone by myself-eight miles. I wasn't expecting anything great. I felt beat up and worn out from Saturday's soccer game and have been battling shin splints literally since the day after I signed up for the marathon.

I decided to aim for a pace between 10:30 and 11 minutes per mile, but didn't look at my garmin very often for pace-I just ran what felt good. I finished the first mile in 10 flat. Too fast, so I slowed down. The next two miles were 10:34 and 10:26-right on target.

I finished mile four in 10:11. I was surprised but was feeling pretty good so I didn't worry too much about it. I took a walk break just after mile 4 to drink some water and eat a fruit rope which resulted in a 10:40 for mile 5. Not terrible considering the walk break.

When I finished mile six in 10:11, I realized I was close to finishing this run in around the same time it took me for my first eight mile run when John and I were training for our first half marathon.


Our time was 1:22:52 which is a 10:21 pace. I started running faster but was blown away when I finished mile 7 in 9:57. At this point I thought that I might be able to finish even better than John and I had. I finished mile 8 in 9:39 with an overall time of 1:21:41 and pace of 10:12 per mile.

Not only did I finish this eight mile run faster than my previous, I was in so much better shape. I remember leaning on John to keep myself up and having to immediately sit down once we finished. This time I finished strong and even had gas in the tank afterward.

So that's that. Runs like this make all the bad ones worth it. I still have two more long runs to get through before the half, but if I keep going like this then I'm feeling pretty confident that, if nothing else, this half won't be as painful as the first one.

Friday, October 7, 2011

It’s a Vent

I was really looking forward to today. Today is the start of a really good weekend. Unfortunately today turned out to be “Let’s See How Many Times Christina Can Be Offended in the Course of an Hour Day.” The answer is two, which doesn’t seem like much but I’d like to think it takes a lot to offend me.

I’m not really going to go into the first one because it involves people who are close to some of my friends. Basically I don’t understand how some women can be so malicious, rude, and two-faced. It honestly makes me incredibly sad.

The second issue came about when a friend of mine posted this on her facebook along with this letter:

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"
The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:
"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness. They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia. They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.
Mermaids do not exist.
But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?
Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.
At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.
We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "
(The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn) Feel free to tag yourselves :)
Last comment: I'm not putting down thin people, being a thin woman myself (BMI of 22 maybe?) just saying that being large doesn't equate to being unattractive.

First, there are so many things wrong with that ‘letter.’ The person definitely took the whale/mermaid analogy too literally. Whales are not actually overweight. And I watched the Little Mermaid-Ariel had tons of friends.

The letter was offensive but it was the comments that really got to me. One person said, “it's sad how people think skinny=beautiful. this girl is definitely hot. you know all those runway models? if you saw them without makeup and their hair done you'd think they were ugly girls that needed to eat a cheeseburger!”

This was followed up by “I think that way makeup or not.” This kind of thinking is unbelievably close-minded and I think its how a lot of people think. Somehow people have shifted from skinny just being the norm (watch movies set in the 60s and 70s-there are very few overweight people) to skinny being abnormal and fat is something to be proud because you “love your curves” or whatever. Fine, but when you’ve got diabetes and a BMI of 30….how are those “curves” something to love?

As a thin person, I’ve heard everything. I’ve been accused of being bulimic, been told to eat a cheeseburger, even been told that I look like I haven’t eaten in a year. How is that okay??? I’ve seen the looks people give when I order a salad with dressing on the side, when I don’t finish everything on my plate or when I pass up a cookie (this doesn’t happen often, I love cookies). People have told me, “Oh I wish I had your metabolism.” Metabolism?? I work out five days a week and eat mostly healthy.

Something is wrong when I feel pressure to eat a lot in front of other people. When I feel like I can’t talk about working out because people respond by telling me I don’t need to work out. When my friends can talk about things they don’t like about themselves but I can’t say anything because I’m ‘skinny’ and therefore I should be completely happy with myself.

Basically, this comment sums everything up perfectly:
“Where is the connection between a whale and an overweight woman? I do not think I have ever seen an overweight whale. And while the lady has some nice features she is over weight and it is not healthy physically or mentally. I am not saying she is not likeable, or loveable, and I am not saying she should hide herself. Too much fat on a body is not good for you. (Being too skinny is not good for you either.)I myself can gain very easily so I practice self control and stay active. There is a difference between accepting ourselves and being lazy, gluttonous and stubborn. I have quite few things about myself that makes me VERY unattractive to myself and others (Im sure someone will say that what I am saying here is one of them) Tho I do not say "O well, I cant do anything about it"? No, I take steps every day to change it. Yes the process is awkward, embarrassing and difficult and some things I might not be able to get beyond. Staying static within it is not the good choice. Curves are great! Yes we have breasts and larger hips then men. That does not mean that overweight is feminine. Being spiteful, self righteouse and having a bad attitude toward part of a society that says that it is better to be fit dose no one any good. The comment toward the mermaid is representative of the hatred toward women who are, or manage to be, fit. What did they ever do to you? Some of them made fun of you? Well it is not becuse they are thin that they did. It is because they have their own unhealthy issues to deal with as well.”

I feel much better now that all this is out. I’m going to go have that really good weekend now.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

"I'm Freaking Advanced!"

The other day, I made dinner. Around two o’clock, after numbing my brain via youtube videos, I decided to start that night’s dinner (minus the oven part). On the menu was Cheesy Chicken and Spinach Lasagna Rolls. I’d never made or had it before but it basically sounded awesome because I love cheese, chicken, spinach, AND lasagna.

So, I’m in the kitchen doing my thing when I realize…this is the most cooking for one meal that I’ve ever done. Usually dinner consists of chicken, steamed veggies, and maybe rice or something. Pretty simple and basic. I was stuffing my lasagna rolls when I looked around and thought who the heck AM I? I hadn’t had any sugar that day but I felt some kind of surge of excitement that turned me into the cockiest person ever. I started complimenting myself (not out loud, don’t worry) for preparing such an awesome dinner. I imagined having important people over-like Bob Harper or the President-and serving them this delicious meal. I reached for my phone to text John, “I’m freakin advanced!!”

After completing the meal up to the oven step, I put it in the refrigerator and impatiently waited for John to get home. Occasionally I checked on it just to make sure I actually made something so amazing.

Finally John was home and the lasagna was almost ready to come out of the oven. I took it out and it pretty much smelt like angels. I cut off a piece with my fork and blew on it to cool it off. I put it in my mouth and…..disaster. In the moments that followed I have no recollection of swallowing or not. The lasagna had betrayed me. John took a bite and I thought he was going to vomit. Don’t worry, he didn’t.
We think the culprit was too much oregano. Disclaimer: I doubled checked the recipe to make sure I got all the measurements correct and I DID. So be fully aware that this is NOT my fault. It was completely awful and inedible and we had no choice but to throw that nasty out. What’s that saying about getting back on a horse that already proved how much he hated you by bucking you off? Yeah, I re-made this meal with WAY less oregano and as well as all other spices because now I’m paranoid. Hopefully we eat tonight.
In other news, I FINALLY (with no thanks to Ft. Meade and a HUGE thanks to Andrews Air Force Base) got my military ID today!

I made John retake this picture because I thought his smile was weird but I look better in this one than in the retake. Sorry John! J