A letter…

30 08 2010

It high time I wrote a letter to the Head Trainer at All Star  Fitness so I sat down with some tea at Starbucks and hand wrote the following:


This letter is long in coming. I spent hours wondering how to put down in words the life changing experience I’ve had since walking through the doors of Allstar Fitness back in april of this year. The beginning is probably the best place to start. December 29th 2009 I decided I had had enough of living the life laid out before me. I weighed 263.5 pounds. I was depressed and my life had come to a screeching halt. I had just celebrated my 40th birthday and I realized if I didn’t start to move and move with purpose, I wasn’t going to have too many more chances to get my life back.

December 30th I began to move. It wasn’t much, but it was more than I was used to. I took stairs instead of elevators. I parked as far away as possible from buildings and began walking on my lunch breaks. I began to eat consciously and slowly the weight came off. This was a fight to save my life. I promised myself that I would take the first 30 pounds off myself, then join a gym. The day the scale said 233.5 I walked into Allstar. I’ve never been a  card-carrying member of a gym before and to say I was intimidated would be an underestimation of how I really felt.

With the membership came the free assessment with the trainers and after acclimating myself for a few weeks I took the plunge and set my first appointment with Kent (Superman). I hear stories about people having bad experiences with trainers and having to try a few out before finding the right match. I never had that problem. Kent and I hit it off right away. He saw something in my that I never saw in myself: Potential. Kent is very much a “get down to business” kind of trainer. I am very much a “get down to business” kind of person. We made a great team and over the course of two months he helped me lose an additional 20+ pounds. He set a fire inside of me to become what I was born to be: an athlete.

Due to unforeseen circumstances beyond both of our control I had to transfer my remaining sessions to another trainer in June. Kent had set the standards pretty high so I had to be firm with my choice. I’d been watching trainers for a few weeks knowing a choice had to be made. One particular trainer caught my eye: Chuck Carone (Godfather). Every morning I would watch him with his clients and I knew I needed to be a part of his team. By the end of our first session together I knew I wouldn’t need to keep looking for a new trainer. Kent set the fire to become an athlete. Chuck has made me an athlete.

Chuck sees in me things I never knew possible. He sees strength and determination. He sees me as a stronger, fitter, faster person. I’ve been with Chuck for close to 2 months. When we first started training together I weighed 213 pounds. As of this letter I weigh 183 pounds. I am stronger today than I have ever been. When I didn’t believe in myself, Chuck believed in me. When my thoughts are full of “I can’t”, Chuck shows me that I can. When I am tired and cranky and dragging my feet into the gym at 6am for our session, he is full of energy and has a smile and enthusiasm that is contagious. I don’t know how other people feel about Chuck, but he has become an extremely important person in my life. A coach. A trainer. A mentor and a friend.

In all honesty he not only makes me want to become a better athlete; he makes me want to become a better person.

There are very few people who I look to as role models and even fewer people I aspire to be. Chuck is easily on the top of both of those lists.

~ Tara Martin

Friends / Fears / New Girlfriend

6 08 2010

I have some pretty amazing friends. Many of whom I’ve never laid eyes on. We all share one thing in common: Fighting for our lives to regain control of our bodies. When I first starting blogging this journey back in February I was clueless about how large the online community  was and immediately connected with people who not only understood what I was going through but listened to what I had to say as well.

I’d like to take a few moments to just relish in the awesometasticness of these people.

Not too long ago, I announced I would be running the Amica Half Marathon November 28th with Team in Training. In order to do this I committed to raising $1800 for Leukemia Lymphoma Society. I have until September 13th to raise 25%  ($450) of that commitment at which time if I am not successful then I can bow out. I decided to give it my best shot for  the next six weeks. I won’t lie, I was a little intimidated by idea of raising that kind of money since I’ve never done something like this before. I don’t know the first thing about fundraising. I waited an extra week to put up my fund raising page because I just didn’t know where to get started.

My friends knew though…

July 31st, I put up my fund raising page.

Aug 1st first I had my 25%.

As of yesterday I have an astounding 47%.

I can’t even begin to try to explain how humbled I am by the readiness of my friends. Friends I’ve known for years; friends I’ve known for months. Friends I’ve wrapped my arms around in real life or shared a classroom/office; friends I can only hope to someday look them in the eyes and say thank you.

It is in my friends I find hope.

It is in my friends I find understanding.

It is in my friends I find the strength to move forward.

Tara’s Team in Training Page


A bullet list of my fears!

  • The Trek Triathlon is just around the corner and I am starting to freak out a bit. My bike arrived yesterday (that’s my new girlfriend!) and tomorrow is my one and only open swim clinic. Six weeks seems like a life time away and at the same time like it’s going to be here sooner than I think.
  • I’m running out of training sessions with the Godfather. I have seven weeks left. Unless I win the lottery, the possibility of continuing is slim to none.
  • I’ve had a lot of fear around telling Superman that I didn’t want to continue training with him when he came back from his medical leave. That fear came to fruition today when he called me and said he’d been released to return work on Monday. He asked if I was ready to make an appointment and in that split instance I almost said yes. I took a deep breath and just honestly told him that I appreciated everything he did for me during our time together but that I was going to stay with Godfather. We made small talk after that but you could tell he was disappointed. At least I can check this fear off my list.
  • I have fears about not having enough work to get me through the summer. Classes end August 12th and that means that all my sub work will be done. School begins at the end of September. That puts first pay check at the middle of October.
  • I have fears about the direction I want to take my life.

I continue to move forward regardless of these fears that I feel constantly nagging at my conscious. I have moments where I am stuck in these fears but they are just moments. Better than the weeks they used to paralyze me mentally, emotionally and physically.


Meet my new girlfriend

Peppermint Patty!

We’re going to be spending a lot of time together!

So Many Changes…

1 07 2010

I’ve got so many thoughts going through my head I had to actually make a bullet list on paper to make sure I kept the scrambled mess in some sort of cohesive order. I’m using the computer at the library and have about 50 minutes to get all this out onto this blog before some crazy ass flashing light comes up on the screen and tells me to vacate the premises. I’m here for two reasons: One to get used to taking advantages of the free services my local library offers and two because I owed a $.20 fine from the last books I checked out. Go me for making sure my fines are paid!

Okay so first train of thought: I am ready to make the switch from Superman to Coach Chuck. It was a hard decision to come to but I feel okay with the process. I still don’t know what is going on with Superman but I’ve gotten word that he is alive (I did have my doubts) and since no one knows when he is coming back, I’ve decided it’s time I move on. I didn’t make the decision purely based on Superman disappearance  but also on what I think Coach Chuck can offer me over the course of the next three months. I’ve trained with him twice and how he talks to me is a big factor in making the final decision. He uses words I need to hear now. Words that I’ve used since the beginning of  journey. He says things like “Your body wants this”, “this is all a mental game, don’t let the mind control what the body wants”, “You want this? You work for it”. In just the two times we’ve worked together he has pushed me to what I thought were my limits and then he pushed me past them. Both Superman and Coach Chuck are all business but there is something else in Coach Chuck that I didn’t find in Superman and that’s a desire to push as hard as possible and then push again because everything is possible.

I seriously wanted to throw up after 10 minutes of our 60 minute session. It’s a series of what I can only describede as some crazy form of crossfit stations that go something like this:

(all 45 seconds each station)

  • Bench Press
  • Bench Squats
  • Kettle Ball Throw
  • Core Knee Pulls (push up position, feet in suspension straps off the ground and then pull your knees into stomach)
  • Vertical Jumps (alternating left/right position) onto step
  • Hopscotch Ladder
  • Forward Bench Press with Suspension Straps
  • Row with Suspension Straps
  • Full Squats with Suspension Strap
  • Core Alternating Knee Pulls with Suspension Straps (push up position, feet in suspension straps off the ground and then pull your knees into stomach alternating left/right – kind of like riding a bike)
  • Vertical Forward Jumps onto step
  • Criss Cross jumps on Hopscotch Ladder

That is one round. Repeat for three rounds then curl up on the floor like a baby and that is what we did today. He’s all about endurance training and I am all about building that endurance. I’ll take the necessary steps to transfer my trainings over and forge a new relationship with a new trainer. Now to come up with a superhero name…

Train of thought number two: I ran for six miles yesterday. A new distance record for me as I work to run longer and faster. It took me 1:19:00. It’s the first run I’ve actually been disappointed with since the start of my running adventures. I was disappointed because half way through the run (and the farther point away from my destination I hit a rock right in the middle of my heel while wearing my vibrams. It made for a painful situation. One where I had to stop and consider how I was going to get back to where I was going. I had to walk for a little bit but it’s not what I wanted to do. I wanted to run. the entire time I was walking that damn recorder was playing in my mind. Telling me I’ll never be a runner. Telling me I’ll never run fast. Telling me I’ll never make it to a half-marathon let alone a full marathon. It took a lot of effort to get my feet to move faster than a walking pace. Eventually it happened and I finished the route. I shouldn’t be disappointed. I should be jumping up and down for joy at having surpassed my last run by a mile. I should be patting myself on the back for mustering up the willpower to keep running. All these “I should” and yet I still walked away disappointed. I’m not sure if this ties in with my recent employment situation but it has been a depressing conversation in my head. One that just shouldn’t be allowed to exist. I remember crying and hugging myself after running for 5 minutes straight (and maybe 1/4 of a mile) and thinking how awesome it was and yet yesterday I wasn’t good enough after running for almost 55 minutes straight and clearing close to 4.5 miles before stopping due to an injury to my heel.

I have a lot of emotional work still.

Train of thought number three: I have seen 199 enough this week that I am confident it will happen on OWiS #27. Barring a massive salt intake or TOM it will happen and I am ready to enter a new phase of this journey. I’ve lost almost 65 pounds since January and for the first time in my adult life I like the way my body looks. I am moving away from this being a weight loss journey and moving towards this becoming a journey of strength. I am confident in this new phase the weight will continue to come off my body but it won’t be the focus any longer. I’m going to move away from stable exercises like the elliptical and stationary bikes and move toward less stable exercises (swimming, weight training, outside biking, spin class, running and endurance training). The stable exercises helped me lose the first 65 pounds. Unstable exercises will not only help me lose the next 35 pounds but will also make me leaner, stronger and much more fit.

That’s what I want.

That’s what I’m going to get.

Seeing 199 on the scale has been monumental. I don’t feel fat anymore. I don’t see myself as fat either. I see the small pudge in my stomach or the under arm flabbiness and I think “it’s only a matter of time” because while I look in the mirror and see my stomach/under arms I also see the  muscles in my thighs. I see my biceps and I see new part of my body one: my collar-bone. I didn’t see those things 6 months ago, but I see them today.  Hard work, sweat and a gazillion tears are paying off by giving me the body that I was born to have. The body I abused for the last 25 years has accepted my apology and is moving forward business as usual. If I can do this in six months…

Think what can be accomplished in a year.

Fourth train of thought: All is okay in my world. Last Wednesday everything came crashing down around me as I joined the ranks of the unemployed. I’ve had a few panic moments and one fight with my husband (as to be expected I guess) but a week later, I am doing okay. My interpreter friends have helped me tremendously in giving me contact information for various opportunities. I thank them and the universe for looking out for me. There isn’t much work out there (Summer is always slow) but there is work and I will find it.

There are some plans being jostled around in my head that while I want to share with the world, I need to just sit on them for a bit longer before making any sort of commitment. These ideas include leaving the profession of interpreting and venturing off into a new career. One that would require me to go back to school after 10 years. I am building a stronger body, now I also need to think about building a stronger brain. I see the change that can happen in people and I want to be a part of the change. I want to be the catalyst to that change. No not want, need. It’s time to refocus what I thought I wanted to be when I grew up and it’s time I make it a reality.

This is one crazy ride and I’m glad I got on!

Coach Chuck

22 06 2010

I really want to read everyone’s blog right now but also want to post about my upcoming appointment on Friday. There is no word yet on Superman as of today (Tuesday). So I’ve decided to go ahead and schedule a session with another trainer for this coming Friday. I knew who I had in mind so it was just a matter of approaching and asking for a session.

<—- This is Coach Chuck (I’m not giving him a super hero name since I have no idea what’s happening with Superman). He’s pretty much the bee’s knee’s when it comes to trainers. I’ve watched him now for several months and if things weren’t so awesome with Superman, he’d be my next pick. I approached him today and reiterated that while I’m not jumping ship, it has been almost a month since my last training session and I’d like to at least do something while waiting to hear the outcome of Superman‘s situation. He agreed and so we set something up for Friday. Coach Chuck is a great guy and I’m really happy that he’s willing to do these interim sessions until further notice. He even agreed to not charge me since I bought the sessions thinking I was going to be with Superman.

Hello Mr Awesome Trainer!

Here’s the snippet on Coach Chuck:

Work Experience-
• 20 years- Physical Education Teacher, and Coach
• 25 years- Kenpo Karate
• 12 years- High School Club Volleyball Coach
• 5 years- Athletic Club Manager and Personal Trainer
• 4 years- High School/College Volleyball Referee

• Nutrition & Menu planning
• Cardiovascular Conditioning
• Increasing Flexibility
• Weight Loss Management
• Strength & Conditioning
• Personal Motivation
• Balance, Agility, Coordination

• NASM- Certified Personal Trainer
• 5th Degree Black Belt-Kenpo Karate
• 4 time High School-Volleyball, COACH OF THE YEAR!
• CPR/AED Certified

and his Philosophy:
I believe a trainer’s job is more than to just instruct their clients on proper body alignment, nutrition, and the correct use of equipment. A trainer should be a life coach; someone who cares about the whole person, not just their physical body. As a Trainer, I try to understand my client’s lifestyle; their likes, dislikes, their background, and their goals. I then model their training with those elements in mind. My goal is to first understand, then teach, inspire, and motivate. My background as a coach has taught me that lasting change does not come when you tell a person what to do, but only when you teach them how to do it. My goal, during the time I spend with my clients, is to design a program that they can enjoy and teach them how to take positive steps towards lasting changes; to teach them life skills that will last a life time…

Yhea, pretty much rockstar right there.

So Friday it is, unless Superman says something different.

Pre OWiS #25 week in review!

18 06 2010

It’s that time again.

Time where I review my week in anticipation of tomorrow OWiS. This will be #25 since starting this journey. This week has seen some great accomplishments and yet tonight I feel out of sorts. I was supposed to meet with Superman today but he had to cancel at the last minute. With the both of us being on vacation we’ve not been able to get together for just under three weeks. I was really looking forward to today but understand his need to cancel. So tonight I’m feeling a little let down and trying not to get all bummed out and what not.

Lets get to the good stuff!

Saturday: I ran my second 5k and got a personal best time of 37:00. Here are some of the pictures from the race!

Sunday: I started breaking in my Vibrams with a short one mile run on the treadmill (fastest mile thus far). I also signed up for a 10k that was scheduled to happen July 17th but as with all new runners we have to remember to double-check our schedules and NOT just willy nilly sign up for races. I did, and then realized I have prior work engagements. CRAP! No worries though, that 10k will happen and it will happen soon!

Monday: Ran two miles in my vibrams!

Tuesday: Found out I have a bounce in my step and can unequivocally declare I am no longer a “functioning depressed” person. I also ran 2.8 miles in my vibrams.

Wednesday: Was the first of two cancellations by Superman this week. Big bummer on my side. I took it as a sign from the Universe to take a rest day and catch up on my sleep. 11 hours worth of zzz’s was totally worth it.

Thursday: Took my vibrams out and ran a personal 5k. From Saturday to Thursday I ran a total of 12 miles. Not bad for a fat chick that couldn’t run a block to save her life back in January. Oh I also got some swag and had a kick ass N(on) S(cale) V(ictory).

Today: I got the second cancellation from Superman. He left me a really nice message apologizing profusely and to not give up on him. Funny, I never would have thought working out with me meant that much to him. I feel sad that he has to keep canceling because I know he feels bad and I know it’s for medical reasons. This is the kind of guy I would go out and drink beers with, talk about fishing or go to monster trucks with so I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.  Barring some horrific medical problem (I hope I didn’t just jinx him) I’m sure he’s not going anywhere either.

So there is my week in review. Ten-toed Charlie hasn’t really moved that much for me this week. I can’t say for sure whether there will be a loss or not. Up until this morning there wasn’t enough of a change to write home about.  Regardless of what TTC says I’m thrilled with the running mileage and even more thrilled to be wearing my sock monkey Christmas pajamas (which I will probably wear every day until I turn 50)

See you all in the morning!

5k recap / vibrams update / stuff

14 06 2010

My number was 6605

It was spectacular on so many levels. First off it was a huge turnout or at least huge in my eyes. There were 850+ runners for the 5k portion and 2500+ runners for the 12k. This was serious business. How did I know that? There was no pre-run beer garden set up as there was for the Great Kilted Run.

To say I was nervous about this race would be an understatement. I wasn’t nervous because I didn’t know what was going to happen. This was my second race, I knew there would be a starting point. I knew there would be an ending point. I knew someone would tell me when to go and I knew all I had to do was follow the route put in front of me. I was nervous because I was running alone and my husband had come to watch.  We got there early but parking was so messed up that he had to drop me off and then go on his own adventure to find parking. I was afraid we wouldn’t find each other before race time. I couldn’t take my phone with me (no pockets) so I kissed him goodbye and said meet me at the finish line 40 minutes after the race starts (it was a good time assumption lol).

I was a little bummed we had to separate.

He’s never seen my run before. I wanted to spend the time before the race with him so he could see how excited I was about this whole concept of running. I try to explain it to him but to see it in action would have been better. So there I am walking around waiting for some cue to go line up. I peruse the vendors for a few minutes and then I hear the main announcer guy say that the participants for the 2k kids race were starting to cross the finish line.

Who doesn’t want to cheer kids running across a finish line?

As I was standing there watching an array of little feet run down the last 200 feet of the race I start thinking about the awesome start to life these little buggers have. Parents running with sons and daughters, encouraging them to do their best. Family members on the side lines freaking out when they spot their runner. Cameras clicking away at lightning speed to commemorate the event. I tried not to get distracted by my own sadness, wondering what could have been if only my mother had tried to put some effort into raising a healthier child. I’m clapping not only for the kids zooming past me but also for the adults in their lives for providing this opportunity to do something great. Through the midst of this emotional moment I look up to see my husband walking towards me.


We both watch the last of the kids running towards the finish line. I know he’s thinking the same thing as me: What was wrong with our parents? There is only about 10 minutes before the race begins so we amble over to the starting point. I stretch. I jump around to work some of the nerves out. It’s time for us to make last minute plans on where to meet and say goodbye. He walks away and I’m left there amongst the 800+ runners.


I put in my earbuds, turn the music down real low and take a couple of deep breaths. A sea of heads all in their own thoughts and I was one of them. The countdown begins and before you know it, it’s time to cross over the starting line. I was right about in the middle of the pack so I knew I could walk and get about a minute under belt before the timing chip activated. Then it was time to do what I came there to do.

I ran.

It was amazing being in that size of a crowd. I’m pretty sure the first mile I ran I was grinning ear to ear cause all I could see were runners in front of me and I was a part of that. I knew someone behind me was looking forward and while they may not have specifically been looking at me they were thinking “man look at all those runners”. Running a race is a lot like rush hour traffic. I had to weave in and out of other participants and find a good spot before moving on. I just imagined I was driving so when it came time to move into a new position I looked behind me and then made my move. I eyed a few people that I was catching up too, passed them and then found my next “target”.  Once all was settled and I had found a comfortable pace, I found the person I was going to pace myself with. I’m pretty sure this was her first race. I over heard her and her running partner say “Under 40 is all that matters”. I wanted to do under 40 too so I thought they’d be good to hang with.

I walked three times.

The first time was through the water line. That only lasted about 10 seconds. The second time was at mile 1.5ish. I couldn’t help but stop and high 5 a small group of very young girls that were cheering us on. Seriously, everyone was just running by them. I wanted them to know I appreciated them standing out here and clapping for us. The third time was for me. It was about mile 2.5 and I just wanted to take a break for a minute.  I’m still within sight of the targeted woman so I knew I was making good time. I take my rest and then get down to finishing this race. I knew I’d see the last leg of the race soon so I started giving myself the pep talk.

“Start strong. Finish Stronger”

I come around the last corner and saw the 3 mile marker. I needed to say goodbye to my pacer and finish the race. As I passed her I said “You got this!” and then took off. The last 200 feet and I saw my husband standing there off to the side. A burst of energy comes off of me (cause every wife wants to show their husband how fast they can run) and I cross over the finish line. I turn to wait for my pacer lady and as soon as she crosses over  the line I high five her and say “You totally came in under 40:00. Awesome job!”.

I find my husband and then this really cool thing happens: He wants to stay and watch the other runners come in. For the next 40 minutes or so we stand there and cheer on the incoming runners. It was awesome. We watched the 12k(ers) come in and I just kept thinking to myself:  I can’t wait until I can do that.

It will happen.

My official time was 37:00. 40 seconds faster than last race. Out of 855 runners I placed 613th. Out of 505 women runners I placed 331st and out of 52 women between the ages of 40 – 44 I placed 34th. I am extremely happy with these numbers and look forward to getting faster over the next couple of months.

First 10k is scheduled for July 17th!


As many of you know (if you follow me on twitter – hint hint) I’ve become the latest owner of a pair of Vibram Five Fingers. I’ve had them now for about a week. I’ve been using them solely at the gym to get accustom to the feel. So far this week, I’ve used them to swim, ride an upright stationary bike and I’ve run a mile on the treadmill a couple of times. As of  yesterday I’ve taken them to the streets. My runs have been short in distance (one mile yesterday, two today) but long on fun. I don’t think I’m going to have any problems transitioning from shoes to vibrams. In fact, if I could wear them all the time I would. I’m experiencing soreness on the bottom of my feet and in my calves but from what I read this is to be expected. The great thing about today’s run is that I did it and didn’t think once about walking. I ran for about 34 minutes non-stop. Already an improvement. My goal is to be able to run a 5k by next weekend.

10k in Vibrams???

I’ll keep you posted!


  • Superman is coming back on Wednesday. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am. I didn’t think I would miss his sessions as much as I have. Today I went out and gave Baby Bear and Mama Bear (The tractor tires) a good smack down in anticipation Wednesday’s appointment.
  • I had a “Free food day” on Saturday after the race. I didn’t log one item and I ate exactly what I wanted. I had dim sum and a piece of chocolate walnut cake from an asian bakery. I had one moment of panic but talked myself into calming down and made a deal that I could mow the lawn when I got home to work off some extra calories.
  • The chocolate walnut cake was delicious.
  • My yard looks fabulous.

Random thoughts…

2 06 2010
  • I am officially starting my vacation in 24 hours. I’m going to Cincinnati to see my best friend Michelle. We lost touch for many years (mostly my fault – hello stupid). She came home in December and took this picture of me:

She has no idea who is stepping off that plane Friday morning.

  • This is my first trip away from home since starting this journey. To say I’m a little nervous / anxious would be an understatement. Every time my mind races to the “what if’s” I’m trying to combat it with “And so what”…Seriously so what? Whatever happens while on vacation isn’t what happens when I’m home. I’m mentally prepared. I know I may be in situations where I won’t be able to buy food that is the absolute best choice for me but I will still be choosing. I’ve had 5 months to practice and it’s time I put that practice to use. I have access to treadmill / elliptical. I have access to the outside. If I’m so desperate, I’ll find a damn gym and buy a day pass. I need to chill out. I need to enjoy myself. Hell, I’ve got a 3 hour layover in Vegas baby, what’s not to enjoy?
  • I won’t be seeing Superman for 2 weeks (insert collective awwwww). I’m gone next week then he’s gone the following week. As a good bye session today he worked my ass off. So much so other gym rats stopped to watch. I felt pretty bad ass but then I almost threw up. I cried too cause it was so damn tough (but not in front of him of course RAWR).
  • While I’m going to miss Superman, I’m really excited to be on my own for the next two weeks. I won’t do any weight training while on vacation (until June 8th). Once I return I will spend 2 days as if I’m in session and be my own trainer. I will need to think of a good superhero name (I’m thinking of going with Clobberella from Futurama).
  • Today I bought a Polar FT4 heart rate monitor. I’m feeling pretty hardcore right now. I had a lesser quality monitor (read: Something craptastic from Target) and since I’m getting ready to train for a triathlon (I can’t believe I just wrote that!) I want something that will be more accurate. I’m wearing it right now. My resting heart rate is between 57 – 60. That’s an athletes resting heart rate. I love this FT4.
  • Today was National Running Day. To celebrate I ran 1.5 miles. It’s not as far as I wanted but with an ankle on the mend, I’d say it was pretty good. When I started this LCJ back in January never did I think I’d actually be so darn excited about this day. Life is pretty terrific right now.
  • My therapist no showed today. I handled it pretty well. Instead of freaking out I realized I had some time to kill before work so I went back to the gym and swam. I am definitely getting faster. One mile (70.4 lengths / laps) = 35 minutes. Could have been faster but I like to stop every 10 laps to drink water and keep count. No stopping probably more like 28 – 30  minutes. The best part about this bullet: I didn’t freak out!
  • My next 5k is coming up in two weeks. Sound to Narrows is June 12th. 3 days after I return from my trip. I’m not going to be doing too much running before hand since I really want my ankle to heal up. I need to pick another race right quick. I’m thinking 10k…..
  • HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS PURE: I just signed up for a 10k on July 17th! Oh man I’ve got to get training on this one. Okay breath! First vacation, then 5k then train. Oh man what did I just do?
  • Even though I didn’t do an official weigh in on Saturday ( and I may have to skip this Saturday since on vacation) I am out of my 2teens. I am officially beginning the countdown to Onederland. The scale said 208 this morning and I am stoked. I read about other people’s Onederland count down and thought “that will not be me anytime soon”. Well I proved myself wrong. I am going to dig deep and do whatever I can to cross over into 199dom by the end of June.  Two pounds a week is not only doable but absolutely obtainable.
  • Onederland…wow.