I can't believe that it's been 33 weeks already. I did go and weigh in today, my numbers are basically the same as last week. I was 160.2 this week, which is only 0.2 less than last week. I think I posted the wrong numbers last week. But for me this is not a change. I didn't expect much of a change this week. If I'm totally honest with myself I haven't been concentrating on my weight loss efforts for about the past three weeks. Between work and preparing for my first 1/2 marathon, I've been struggling just to "be". That said, this week we talked about my race this past Sunday and then we turned towards focusing on getting the numbers to move down again. I think I'm ready to leave this "comfort zone" and now push myself just a little bit harder. I will concentrate on more strength exercises, weights and core, with at least three days of running. This is the plan anyway, this and getting back on track and not straying in any way from my program at least until I hit the 150 mark. So my check in with JC went well, I'm totally happy with a "push" week. Next week though.....that's a different story!
Now for my post race blog. I still will catch myself smiling at times, when I hear a song from my play list or when I go to sit down and my thighs remind me that I'm not quite 100% yet. I expected to be a little sore, but not for days and not yet this sore. I don't believe that I actually ran 13.1 miles at times and I'm so proud of myself for not giving up. I will sit here and confess there were times when I didn't think I was training hard enough and I wasn't serious enough about my nutrition. The last two weeks when I was working the crazy hours, I really thought I had blown my chance to finish, because I really didn't get any good miles in those two weeks. But I dressed and laced up my shoes on Sunday morning thinking, "If I'm going down, I'm going down at least trying the best I can." The first three miles were without a doubt the worst. I had a constant cramp in my diaphragm area that made running so difficult. I kept wanting to quit and walk off the course. (I never told my cheering squad this, so if one of them reads this, I hope they smile.) The only reason I didn't step off the course was because I knew that there were three people that waiting to see me pass and I didn't want to let them down or explain why I was being such a baby. About mile 5 everything evened out and it felt good. I settled in to the run and enjoyed it for the few miles. At about mile 8 things got difficult again, at that point I hadn't seen my cheering squad in a few miles, I hadn't seen any mile markers posted for the 1/2 marathon in a while, so I wasn't sure how far I'd gone and my feet started to hurt. At one point the crowds had thinned out both with the racers and the spectators and I felt alone. Yes, I could see a racer a head of me in the distance and I didn't look back, (you never look back) so I felt like I'd been left. I now know how much the spectators cheering you on do for you. I always felt a little selfish when I wanted Ahtesham to be there to watch my races, I now know that knowing someones there watching and waiting, gets you through those tough spots. I also got a "Gu" around mile 8 or 9 from a volunteer that told me I looked like I needed something. I'd never tried "Gu's", but I did on Sunday. It was icky sweet and after I finished it I really wanted a drink of water, but I think in the long run it did help. Thank you to the volunteers for being there. I just might carry one with me on my next race. Seeing my cheering squad again around mile 10 and 12 was so great. Then when Chris showed up and told me all I had to do was cross the bridge, I knew I was home. It was without a doubt one of the greatest experiences I've had. I'm glad I pushed myself and yes Chris......I'm looking for my next race. I'm hooked! Where's my next bling coming from???? We will have to wait and see, first I need to get past the sore thighs! My husband is talking about maybe running a race with me sometime soon. Sorry about the long post, but I like to spill my thoughts and feelings here. So with that I want to send a great big THANK YOU out to my cheering squad! I couldn't have done it without you. Really I couldn't have! Till next time, keep moving everyone ~ Darcy
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Now for my post race blog. I still will catch myself smiling at times, when I hear a song from my play list or when I go to sit down and my thighs remind me that I'm not quite 100% yet. I expected to be a little sore, but not for days and not yet this sore. I don't believe that I actually ran 13.1 miles at times and I'm so proud of myself for not giving up. I will sit here and confess there were times when I didn't think I was training hard enough and I wasn't serious enough about my nutrition. The last two weeks when I was working the crazy hours, I really thought I had blown my chance to finish, because I really didn't get any good miles in those two weeks. But I dressed and laced up my shoes on Sunday morning thinking, "If I'm going down, I'm going down at least trying the best I can." The first three miles were without a doubt the worst. I had a constant cramp in my diaphragm area that made running so difficult. I kept wanting to quit and walk off the course. (I never told my cheering squad this, so if one of them reads this, I hope they smile.) The only reason I didn't step off the course was because I knew that there were three people that waiting to see me pass and I didn't want to let them down or explain why I was being such a baby. About mile 5 everything evened out and it felt good. I settled in to the run and enjoyed it for the few miles. At about mile 8 things got difficult again, at that point I hadn't seen my cheering squad in a few miles, I hadn't seen any mile markers posted for the 1/2 marathon in a while, so I wasn't sure how far I'd gone and my feet started to hurt. At one point the crowds had thinned out both with the racers and the spectators and I felt alone. Yes, I could see a racer a head of me in the distance and I didn't look back, (you never look back) so I felt like I'd been left. I now know how much the spectators cheering you on do for you. I always felt a little selfish when I wanted Ahtesham to be there to watch my races, I now know that knowing someones there watching and waiting, gets you through those tough spots. I also got a "Gu" around mile 8 or 9 from a volunteer that told me I looked like I needed something. I'd never tried "Gu's", but I did on Sunday. It was icky sweet and after I finished it I really wanted a drink of water, but I think in the long run it did help. Thank you to the volunteers for being there. I just might carry one with me on my next race. Seeing my cheering squad again around mile 10 and 12 was so great. Then when Chris showed up and told me all I had to do was cross the bridge, I knew I was home. It was without a doubt one of the greatest experiences I've had. I'm glad I pushed myself and yes Chris......I'm looking for my next race. I'm hooked! Where's my next bling coming from???? We will have to wait and see, first I need to get past the sore thighs! My husband is talking about maybe running a race with me sometime soon. Sorry about the long post, but I like to spill my thoughts and feelings here. So with that I want to send a great big THANK YOU out to my cheering squad! I couldn't have done it without you. Really I couldn't have! Till next time, keep moving everyone ~ Darcy
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