She's goin' the distance...

But not goin' for speed.

 

This morning I decided that instead of training by time, like I have been doing for over two months, wow, has it really been two months?  It has.  Wow.  Anyway, instead, I am going to go for distance.  My new goal is to be able to run around the park by my house three times without stopping.  It is about 3/4 of a mile around once, so three times is roughly 2 1/4 miles.  Right now I can make it around 1 1/2 times so I want to double that.  I am not to worried about time, I just want to make the distance.  Once I conquer the distance then I will work on upping my speed.  My timeframe to accomplish this goal is two weeks.  I think that it is doable, that is about adding a quarter mile every other day. I am serious about this, I can do it.

This is my serious face

 

This is my "oh ouch, sweat in my eye" face

 

 

With the Jim Click Run & Roll coming up in October I am feeling really motivated.  Plus this is my first race and I am petrified that I am going to show up then fall flat on my face, so I want to go in knowing that I can complete it.  The farthest I have been able to run without stopping is 2 miles, but I haven't been able to do that on a daily basis and I want to be able to before the race.  So here I go, I better get ready for more sweat in my eye. Want to join me?
 

Wednesday: weigh in day

179.1!!! 

 

That's right, I lost weight this week!

  Now if I can make it another week with that number going down instead of up things will be good.  I think that I might throw a party when I reach 175.  I know that is not even my goal but I feel like loosing weight is such a challenge that I need to start celebrating the smaller milestones. 

 

On a totally different subject, I am loving watching old episodes of The Biggest Loser on Netflix.  I didn't start watching until the fifth season and now I am able to watch the first four.  Poor Jon is tired of watching.  He is good about me watching it once a week but now that I can watch whenever I want he is done.  I swear every time that he comes in the room one of the contestants are crying, it is now a joke.  I don't what it is about this show but I love watching it.  Sorry Jon, I will be all caught up soon. 



I am weighing in again over at Roni's Weigh.  

A day in the life...of me!

Oh boy! A day in the life of me.  And oh what an exciting stage of life I am in right now.  Today I am linking up with Holly from Where We Can Live Like Jack & Sally and Amy.  They are hosting a link party to get to know other bloggers, so I decided to join in. 

 

Well, my day starts with my phone alarm going off at 5:15, I wish that I could say that I jump right out of bed put on my workout clothes and head out the door, but in reality most mornings consist of my hitting the snooze button at least three times then finally rolling out of bed somewhere around 5:45 or 6. I get to wake up next to this adorable little bugger, we are co-sleepers around here so I get to nurse snuggle this cutie all night long.

 

 

  If I go for a morning run this is where it happens.  I have to be back home waking up the buggers by 6:30.  From 6:30 to 7:20 I feel like I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off getting lunches backed, kids dressed, and girls hair done (I HATE doing little girls hair, it is ridiculous).  After dropping the big kids off at school I usually come home and put clothes on Rexy, since of course I took her with me in her underwear to drop off the big two, am I the only one who does that?  After the little two and myself are dressed, maybe I was able to get a shower in here if Jon was still home, after we are dressed we usually run some errand now.  Like the grocery store, isn't she cute playing her sisters DS in the "monster car" shopping cart.  

 

It of course takes us like three hours at the grocery store so by the time we get home I make lunch and put the little two down for a nap.  While they are napping I try to fit in a workout DVD and get the house picked up before the tornado of the afternoon rolls in.  By 2:45 we are on our way to pick up the big kids, and yes, Rexy is usually in her underwear for pick up too because she undresses for nap and I wake her up to go get them, whatever, we never get out of the car.  I probably should stop doing this though, inevitably one day we will have to get out of the car.  After picking up the kids it is a whirlwind of snacks, homework, dinner prep, and refereeing.  After putting the last bugger to bed around 8, I crash on the couch and either check out blogs or veg watching TV, at the moment we are watching episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond on Netflix.  So there you have it, I live a pretty exciting life I know. 

That can't be right

I am beginning to have a love hate relationship with my new phone app.  I love it when I am running along and the accented voice comes on saying current pace 11:22 per mile, I love hearing that, realizing that I am running at a faster pace then I had previously thought.  But I hate it when I feel like I have been running forever, thinking that I have to be close to a mile when that same accented voice proudly announces distance 0.3 miles 3 minutes.  Wait, what?! That can't be right.  My GPS must be broken, I know I have been running farther/longer then that, right?! 

 

Some days my runs feel so simple and I could keep going forever, then other days the accented voice speaks to me making me just want to give up, realizing that I am not nearly as close to being done as I thought is killer. 

 

 My new app is pretty cool though, I think the good things it does out weigh the discouraging things.  It is one of those apps that tracks your pace, distance, heart rate, ya know, all that jazz.  I think that I am going to say goodbye to the accented man voice though and turn the volume down so I don't know when I am only at a 0.3 mile, of course I wont know when I am running a 10 minute mile either but I am pretty sure that I will feel just as good about having accomplished that when I am finished and sitting in a nice air conditioned house looking over my stats. 

 



The fourth bugger

 

This little guy is the stinking cutest thing ever.  He is officially pulling himself up on furniture.  He is so proud of himself.  I love it when babies/kids get that amazing look of pride.  I know it is silly but the way he looks is how I feel when I finish a run where I know that I gave it my all.  It takes so much hard work, I am always so proud of myself.  I am positive that I don't look anywhere close to as cute as this guy does though.  Ahhh!  This picture makes me want to go wake him up so I can squeeze him.  Well, it almost makes me want to, I think I will just go creepily stare at him while he sleeps. 

Jeans

I love jeans.  I am a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.  I would love to wear jeans every day of my life.  The problem is that I don't own one pair that actually fit me right now.  This past weekend I stuffed myself into my "fat" jeans, yes, I don't fit in my "fat" jeans.  It sucks.  I bought these size ten jeans after my third bugger.  They fit then and were my go to jeans until I lost the weight from that pregnancy.  It takes everything in me not to cry thinking about how I have gotten so overweight that I don't even fit in my "fat" jeans.  And wearing them this weekend, even though they were extremely tight and I had a horrible muffin top, even with that, I loved it.  I have been wearing yoga pants or basically any stretchy pants for 7 months now, since the fourth bugger was born.  I can't wait to get back to wearing jeans everyday.  I know I could just go out and buy a pair of jeans that fit at this size (12/14) but I just really, really don't want to.  So I am not.  I am just going to be happy with my stretchy pants until I fit into the dozen pairs of jeans that I already own.  Yep, that's right, I already own at least a dozen pairs of beautiful designer jeans.  I have a few in each size, 6, 8, and 10.  The benefits of having my friends loose weight before I do is that I get their hand-me-downs.  I LOVE hand-me-downs!  For me or the kids, I think free clothes are the best kind.  Especially when you get designer jeans that have hardly been worn.  I can't wait to wear each and every pair.  I am so happy that my friends have expensive taste.  Anyway, here is a picture of me attempting to rock my too small jeans.  Sorry the picture is so dark, not the best, my five year old bugger was my photographer.  =)



Wednesday: weigh in day

180.8

 

Up from my last weigh in which sucks but I am going to move on.  I was so sick this past week it was horrible.  I said it before but man, I do not think that mothers of small children should ever have to get sick.  It stinks!  I did not workout all week due to being sick and just making up every excuse in the book.  Pathetic, I know.  But I made my fat booty get out of bed and go running this morning.  It was a nice run.  I did better then I thought that I would after not running for over a week and still having this lingering cough.  I think that running was actually good for my cough, it brought up a lot of nasty flem that had been stuck.  I am sure that it must have looked yummy seeing me run this morning, poor neighbors who opened their door to leave right as I stopped in front of their house to hack up some nasty stuff. 

 

Oh, I used my new phone app this morning.  That was pretty rewarding to hear my phone tell me that I was running a 10:30 minute/mile pace.  I definitely thought that I had been running at a much slower pace then that.  Super cool!  So according to the app I covered a distance of 1.82 miles this morning, I didn't run the whole thing, I ran a mile in the middle then walked and coughed the rest of it.  I mapped out a 5k in my neighborhood last week and was planning on finishing that this morning but the cough and other excuses brought me home quicker.  I plan on finishing the 5k tomorrow.  No more excuses!

 

 

I weighed in over at Roni's weigh, go check her out.