144 Heartbeats per minute and perfecting my farmer’s blow.

9 02 2010

I did two things this morning: c25k Week two day two and walked my dogs. I did not do these things together as I have since learned my lesson and am now making time to do them separately.  Here’s my time line:

7:00a – alarm goes off

7:10a – dogs let out for bathroom stuff, sweats / hoodie on and ready to go

7:20a – on the track. It’s quiet. Only one other person on the track and it’s an old person so I know I’m gonna pass them at least once and feel good about it!!! First heart rate reading = 110

7:51a – Done! Week two day two is complete. I didn’t get to pass the old person on the track because they left before I even got a chance to do my first interval…I really wanted to pass them but I guess their need to get back to whatever old people do at 7:15a was greater…NEXT TIME OLD MAN! Last heart rate reading = 144!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8:00a – Home and right back out the door to walk the dogs for 45 minutes.

For a recap – I exercised today for a total of 75 minutes!

The lowball estimate for calories burned (walking at 2 mph x 75 min) = 389

Highball estimate (walking at 3 mph x 75 min) = 611

I need to perfect my farmer’s blow. Urban dictionary says the following about the action : The process of plugging one nostril, and blowing air out of the other, in order to shoot out mucus. In order to make this technique successful, you must use great force, otherwise you will just look retarded when you have one nostril covered in snot and are breathing heavily in front of your friends.

I mainly just get it all over my sleeve trying to clean up after my farmer’s blow disaster.

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Tomorrow’s anticipation and today’s revelation

6 02 2010

TA: I’m excited to be moving on to the next phase of c25k. I’ve got Robert Ullrey’s week two podcast ready to go. I gave it a run through yesterday (listening only) while on the track at my local community college. I walked and listened to it to get a feel for the music. There were a few runners also on the track so I was able to gauge approximate length traveled for 90 seconds. I’m going out bright and early in the morning (dark still so no one can see me lol) and going to give it my best shot. I’m starting to have quite an appreciation for those people I see running. I’m watching their form and looking at how fast / slow they’re going, how much their feet are coming off the ground and what their arms are doing.

I’ve always wanted to be a runner but way to intimidated by the jockiness of the whole thing. Skinny girls in their spandex, muscle toned boys and their shorts and tank tops. But here I am sort of running and in no way am I “jocky” unless you count my ability to slam duck a pint of ice cream in 15 minutes flat! I wonder if any of those sexy jock-like runners were like me in a previous life: Fat but wanting a change. Tired but motivated to continue. Frustrated but committed to a happy ending. I wonder now if any of those people worried about sweat rashes between thighs that rubbed together or were way too hot due to needing to wear hoodie to cover bouncing belly syndrome?

Now when I look at people running I see what I hope will be me some day in my near future. I think to myself, they didn’t always look this good. I won’t always look this bad.

TR: I like moving. Not just moving from room to room in my house but really moving. Yesterday I had 90 minutes in between classes and I walked that track at the community college 7 times. 1.75 miles. I didn’t go to starbucks and sit around reading. I didn’t go home and play on the computer. I moved! Today is my day off from any kind of “exercise” and while I do look forward to having a c25k/treadmill free day I was missing something. I had a workshop to go to this morning and the entire time I was there I kept thinking about moving. I didn’t want to sit in that chair for 3 hours. I wanted to move. When I got home I did just that. I moved. I walked my dogs for close to an hour at a “holy crap my dogs walk fast” pace. I took them across the 6th ave division of my neighborhood into what is also known as “the rich part of town”…manicured lawns, large fences and not one dog in sight. It was by far the best walk I’ve had in weeks and I think when I do my c25k tomorrow I’ll head north (rich) instead of south (ghetto). I don’t care that the north side of town will see me running. I welcome it. FAT GIRL RUNNING….HELL YA FAT GIRL RUNNING!!!





Today’s Weigh in…week #6

6 02 2010

On December 29th 2009 I weighed 263lbs.

Six weeks later I weigh 247lbs.

It’s a little hard to read but trust me it says 247!!!!

I’ve lost 16 pounds so far.

Saturdays are my “days off” for working out but I’m taking my dogs on a long long walk and to know me and my dogs is to know that’s a work out in itself!





!$%&@*!

4 02 2010

This is just about the only way I can express my c25k attempt today. After yesterdays emotional whatever-you-want-to-call-it, I really wanted to get out there and show myself that today was going to be a different day…

Oh how wrong I was.

A little background story: I live in what could be considered a white trash area. I admit my little home town of Tacoma WA is pretty much all about WWF wrestling, Monster Trucks, Bud light and a good ole romp though the mud in our 4 x 4 jacked up Ford Trucks.  With all this white trash goodness I call home I also find myself surrounded by dogs of all shapes and sizes. None of which actually seem to live inside the houses of which they inhabit.

I like to take my dogs out early in the morning to do my c25k. Over the past few weeks I’ve managed to lay down a route that is pretty much dogless to keep my mutts from barking and stopping at every opportunity.  Today about 1/2 way through my program (week one, day three first attempt for the second week) I come across a dog that decided to take an early morning stride away from his luxurious doghouse on the front porch of some rundown palm harbor home.  I diverted from my normal path…

WRONG IDEA.

Dog after dog came out to greet us.  It seemed that no matter where I turned there were 4 legged beasts coming out from everywhere. This does not make for easy management of 2 large leashed dogs that are tethered together (a least that splits off into two leashes). They pull, they jump, they bark and then move along wondering why my patience is growing thin.

When I finally did get us back to our normal route and ready to resume my c25k program (3 intervals in, 5 to go), my ipod shuffle ran out of juice.

@#%$!

@$#%!

and double @#!%$

I still have to walk home so at least I got some exercise. Music-less I walk home feeling defeated. I probably could have just run and walked intermittently but at some point you just have to let go and try to move on to the next thing.

Tomorrow will be my last week one run. I’ll take Saturday off and then begin week two of the c25k on Sunday. The first week of the program I ran everyday for two weeks to build stamina. Week two I will go down to 3 days a week. I’ll need to fill the other days with some sort cardio. I’ll probably just get on the treadmill and walk or box my way through some wii sports. Tax time will find me finally purchasing a wii fit (fingers crossed) and filling my off days with hula hooping, yoga and whatever else comes on that damn thing.