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A day's run is the distance traveled by a vessel in 24 hours.

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Bring on another 30 day challenge!

Last year, on the day after my birthday, I decided it was time to make a change.  I had missed two big races because of my migraines and not being able to train.  That finally hit home.  I needed to stop sitting at home feeling sorry about my life, eating every bad thing I could buy, and do something about it.  That’s when I contacted a local gym about a membership.  Little did I know the affect it would have.

I walked into Fit Quest Colorado Springs with all the bullsh*t other gyms had filled my head with.  I wasn’t building up Progress Photosmuscle; I was getting fatter!  I have a membership at another gym and was paying $$$’s to try to get fit.  It was more of a clique filled with gossiping moms.  I didn’t fit in.  I wanted a workout with an instructor who pushed me to be better.  That’s exactly what I got with Robert!

I started going to the classes he recommended and loving them, but I will say my heart wasn’t behind it.  I kept eating the same crap.  I went back to my marathon training mentality where I thought I’m working out so I can eat oodles of calories.  This didn’t help me with marathon training and it certainly wasn’t helping me now.

Move forward to September.  Robert set up a 30 day challenge where he would provide us with a menu and workout plan.  My military brain saw an opportunity for structure and all I had to provide was consistency and discipline.  I’ve done that before.  So I signed up and set out to follow it to the letter.

First week was…I won’t say awesome because it wasn’t.  It was different.  My “Fat Free, Low Calorie” mind was saying this is too much food.  You don’t realize how much 6 ounces of protein is until you put the food on the scale.  I started to think there’s no way I’m going to lose with this amount.  But I stuck with it.  Pulling recipes and ideas off Pinterest (check it out here).

I told myself not to step on the scale at home.  This is hard for me to do.  I usually weigh myself two if not three times a week.  I finally caved and stepped on the scale at the gym on the morning of the 11th day of the challenge.  I couldn’t believe this was actually working!  Now I know from previous diets, the first week can yield the greatest amount lost.  So I dug deeper and pushed on.

I didn’t have any issues with meal prep.  I’ve done it before.  On Sundays, I would cook everything for the week.  If I couldn’t get some chicken or fish cooked, I’d pick up a rotisserie chicken or chicken breasts from the deli.  No excuses!  I will say by the third week, I was so sick of cooking sweet potatoes that I begged Robert for no more of them.  There was one day with one cheat meal and I never used it, ever.  I didn’t want the temptations that can lead to an entire d@mn box of Oreos!

The diet itself wasn’t that bad.  You just have to be creative.  Find what fits for you and stick with it.  The exercise plan was brutal for me.  I’ve been a runner for years and Fit Quest’s classes made me find muscles I didn’t know I had.  I did have problems with the amount of sit ups required.  I really did try to do all of them, but some days, I just couldn’t.  Overall, by the 4th week of the challenge, my body started to get tired.  I was moody, cranky and hungry for something different (really I missed fruit).

I weighed out on the morning of my 28th day.  It was over.  Unfortunately, I went back to that “I’ll get back on it tomorrow” mentality.  The holiday binge commenced and my health put me in the E.R. with a migraine just one week later.  I knew I needed to make a change and tried, but had trouble shutting up the voice in my head.  The next month, I caught the crud going around (and still have it) which made me miss two weeks of training.  It sucked because I felt I let not only myself down, but I let Robert down.  I was able to take off the weight, but the underlying issues were still there.  Work in progress.

My personal results from the challenge:

  • 22 pounds lost
  • 4.5% body fat lost
  • 19 inches lost
  • 1st overall female in the 40+ women’s age bracket
  • 1st overall female in the women’s bracket – $100 prize!

New year.  New challenges.  First let me say I’m not one to make resolutions in January.  I’ve made them before and when I failed at it, I was disappointment in myself. I put together a list of things I would like to have happen:Win back my life!

  1. I want the body I had when I first started running back.
  2. I want to be able to run another marathon (already in the lottery for the Lincoln Marathon 2015).
  3. I want to gain control over my migraines.
  4. I want to reduce the amount of medicines I take each day.
  5. I want to be happy.


After the last challenge, I know I can get all five items.

I just need to take that first step. I did yesterday when I signed up for the next 30 day challenge.  Bring it!

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Here’s to us!

Here's to UsHere’s to us.  Those of us who get up at the crack of dawn to run 10 miles in freezing cold weather.  Us who spend hours at the gym lifting weights, stair stepping, lap swimming, zumbaing our @sses off.  Us who eat carrots when we want French fries, drink water when we want beer, eat plain greek yogurt when we want a banana split with extra toppings.  Us who own more workout clothes than everyday clothes.  Spend more on running shoes than well anything!  Us who pay to run races.  Races where we put every ounce of our beings out there on that course.  Blood, sweat, smiles and tears.  Only to sign up for another.

We are dedicated.  Somewhat obsessed.  Each having a reason why we do it.  Each reason different from the others.

But we do it.  Every damn day!

Congratulations to all who keep going at it.  Chin up!  Chest out!  You are awesome!

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“I am Me.

In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself.

I own my fantasies,

my dreams,

my hopes,

my fears.

I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.

Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded.

I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me.

I am me, and I am Okay.”

Virginia Satir


Get a little lift!

As we head full on into the racing season here in Colorado, I have to post something for the ladies out there looking for a little lift.  I have been blessed with a curvy figure and as guys would say “Nice rack”.  Great when you’re wearing a low cut blouse; not so good when you’re out for a 20 miler in extreme heat.  So let’s talk about sports bras.  I’ve tried a lot of them.  The cheap ones are nice for working around the house or mowing the lawn, but take them out for a run and you might black both your eyes.  I keep coming back to Moving Comfort.  One, because they are great bras and two, because they are so adjustable.  I’m short-waisted, you see, and this makes regular sports bras without adjustable shoulder straps just plain weird to wear.  To get the front where it needs to be, the back is over halfway down my back.

So the first one I fell in love with is the Moving Comfort Fiona…

Moving Comfort Fiona*photo courtesy of

From their website: Our #1-selling bra, the favorite that women buy in multiples. Front adjustable straps offer unsurpassed levels of comfort and a custom fit. 

• Seam-free interior molded cups for support and shape
•Interior front yoke limits vertical breast movement
• Front adjustable straps with concealed hook-and-loop closure for easy, custom-fit adjustability
• Flattering exterior design lines add support and shape
• Adjustable back closure for easy on/off and custom-fit adjustability

The Fiona has an adjustable back closure along with Velcro straps.  You will not bounce in this one!  I’ve ran six marathons in this sports bra and only had minor chaffing directly under the center of the front strap.  Body Glide has helped with this.

At the Denver expo one year, the Moving Comfort booth said they were coming out with a new bra similar to the Fiona.  I explained the chaffing I had had with the Fiona and they said this new one should help with that since they changed up the fabric for the strap.  Enter the Jubralee!

Moving Comfort Jubralee*photo courtesy of

From their website:  Jubralee has it all—support and comfort in a flattering design. She was rigorously tested in our biomechanics lab to ensure the best support and fit possible.

• Seam-free interior molded cups for support and shape
• Subtle-contour cups give shape, modesty and maximum moisture transfer with a seamless look
• Interior front yoke
• Hidden side and under bust support
• Shaped front adjustable straps with concealed hook-and-loop closure
• Adjustable soft padded back closure

This bra is fantastic!  My girls are not moving at all in this one.  The Velcro lays down more than the straps on the Fiona which makes it more comfortable on the collarbone/shoulders.  I just started training for the Chicago Marathon and I’ll be using the Jubralee.  The fit is fabulous.

From their website — BUILD A SOLID FOUNDATION

  1. MAKE IT THREE.  It may seem like a lot, but the ultimate sports bra wardrobe starts with 3 bras:  one in your gym bag, one in the wash, and one hanging to dry.  Just like you, your bras need a recovery day every now and then.  Having three bras frees you to be ready for any workout, any time.
  2. WEAR THEM WELL.  At first, your sports bra should be snug on the loosest hook-and-eye closure.  That way, as the elasticity in the bra fatigues over time, you have the ability to tighten it.  You’ll be able to stretch the life of your bra and still get the support you need.
  3. MATCH YOUR MOOD – OR YOUR OUTFIT.  We know that not every workout is the same, so we didn’t make every sports bra the same either.  The sports bra you would select for yoga class may or may not be the same as you would for a long run.  Select a range of styles to meet the needs of your favorite activities.  Plus, workout tops can be just as fun and unique as regular tops.  It’s nice to have a variety of open-back, racerback, or cross-back styles to choose from!

So as you start running this season, pull out your sports bras.  Give them a good look over.  Are they stretched out?  Elastic showing?  Not supporting your girls enough?  Head down to your local running store, like Boulder Running Company – Colorado Springs, and give Moving Comfort a try.  When you’re 80, your girls will thank you!

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So I’ve been racing a little…

Start of 2013

Hike #2

So my 2013 started out with a few extra pounds and a long recovery ahead.  I started it with hikes in the high hills with my bud Renee.  She runs up here.  I could barely walk the first time.  Did so much better after a few.    Race #1

I ran my first race on Superbowl Sunday.  It was a nice flat 5K.  I had been released from my doctor and PT.  I took it nice and slow.  I had a lot of fun!

BRC Women's Fit Team Spring 2013

Next came the Boulder Running Company Women’s Fit Team Spring 2013 signup.  I jumped at getting back to any distance over 3 miles.  I was stuck at 4 miles for a few weeks.  Running in the Garden is so challenging and beautiful.

Race #2

Time for my favorite hometown race.  All of my buds were out for it.  Here’s me, Sammie and Renee sporting green for the 5K.  Renee ran a 22:20!  I took like 6 minutes off my time from the one in February.  Sammie was amazing!  Running an awesome race!

Oh my...this is so awesome!

Double awesome!

Being a part of Coach Judy’s group has its advantages.  She knows some famous peeps!  Loved meeting the Gouchers.  They are such a cute couple and I will never forget meeting Kara.  Talk about motivation!

Race #3

After a rude awaking because of a time misprint, I made it down to Colorado State University – Pueblo for the Spank Blasing 10K.  My longest run since my injury.  This was a hilly course and I finished strong!  Had the football team there to welcome me back.  Nothing like cute guys to motivate you!

Race #4

So I don’t have a picture of me from the race.  This one’s better anyway.  This past Saturday I did the Take 5 in the Garden 5 miler.  It sucked!  I’m loving my new Hoka One One shoes for hilly runs.  My hip doesn’t hurt afterwards so it means they’re working.  I fought hard against puking numerous times.  Running in the Garden is never easy, but I need to get more of my workouts in.  It’ll make the long runs not as painful as this was.  At least the view was pretty.

On to the next one……10 miler maybe!?!


Slow and Steady!

I know I’ve been gone for a while.  Maybe this will help you understand why.  This post is long and filled with emotion – you’ve been warned.

I did really well at the Slacker Half Marathon in June 2012.  It’s a serious downhill race that is brutal on the body.  I felt fine when I finished.  I’ve done this race like 3 or 4 times.  This was my second half for the year.  I felt my summer was moving along pretty normal.  I was getting in races when I could and then started training for the Denver Marathon.  Nothing out of the ordinary.

This year, I decided to change my diet so I wouldn’t be carrying extra weight during the big race.  I cut out a lot of my guilty pleasures and started eating less junk.  I was losing weight at a healthy pace.  My mom was scheduled to come out for my birthday in August so maybe I cut back too much.  I started to get stressed.  About her visit, my weight, getting my pace down, getting all my runs in, work…on and on.  Then something didn’t feel right.  My right hip…again.  I injured my hip before while training for the Denver Marathon.  Diagnosis was something with my hip flexors being too tight.  I went through physical therapy and it was fine for the race.  So I started doing the same stretches and exercises from before and continued on.  First mistake.

So my mom arrived two days before my next half.  My favorite Colorado half – the Georgetown-Idaho Springs Half.  Not as brutal as the Slacker, but still a rolling downhill race.  I helped my mom get some new running gear the day before the race.  She wears high heals entirely too much in my opinion, so I use every excuse I can to get her into flats.  Surprised when she bought $100 running shoes!  My mom has been to this race with me before and was looking forward to it.  I was running the race with a friend, but neither of them had any idea what was going on in my head.  My hip hurt.  I kept stretching and smiling like there was nothing wrong.  My friend, Renee, is super fast and gets so amped up at the starting line.  I didn’t want her to worry.  So as I stood at the start, I kept thinking it’s okay.  It’ll loosen up once I get running.  Second mistake.

The first mile was the worst.  I felt like I couldn’t find my groove.  Chalked it up to the rough terrain of the roads in Georgetown.  Mile two wasn’t much better.  I was already walking.  This ain’t good.  Mile three, a little better.  Maybe I can do this.  I started to settle into a good pace and didn’t have to walk as much.  I got to the halfway mark ahead of my split time I did at the Slacker.  I thought I really could have a good time at this race so I kept pushing harder.  Come on, my mom was at the finish line.  I had to impress her, right?  Another mistake.

I crossed the finish line only 7 minutes off of my fastest time at this race.  I was really pleased with my effort.  But as my muscles tensed up, the pain started in.  I had done something to my hip.  Walking was so difficult.  I met up with Renee and my mom.  God bless Renee for having so much energy.  She was more than happy to get things for me as I sat in the grass with my mom.  We sat there for a long time and it didn’t seem to be helping.  I pushed along with them as we got lunch and shopped.  Idaho Springs is the sweetest little town.  But as all of you know, I was stuck in my head wondering what I had done.  Driving home was the worst.  It’s about two plus hours from there to my house.  I drove my truck and, well, I found it very difficult to get my foot moved from the brake to the gas pedal.  It’s very hilly in that area and I was using my hand to lift my leg back and forth.  No one noticed.  Runners are good at hiding pain.

It was my birthday the next day.  Yippee!  A bunch of us were doing a 5K at Pikes Peak Internation Raceway (PPIR).  My mom is a HUGE NASCAR fan so I signed her up too.  I thought it would be cool for her to do her first 5K with me and that she would enjoy walking on the race track.  Oh my, what pain.  I absolutely couldn’t run 50 feet before I was grimacing in pain.  My mom thought I walked too fast so she would run ahead thereby making me play catchup.  I did have fun with my friends and having my mom there, but I was miserable (except for the beer).  Huge thanks to Sarah for sunning and drinking with me.  But the race was another mistake.

Instead of going to the doctor about my hip.  I self diagnosed and started physical therapy.  I felt the pain was the same as before and continued on like I had before.  I was still trying to exercise.  Still dieting.  Still working.  And in so much pain.  First, PT thought my hip flexors were so tight that it was pulling my hip out of place.  I did dry needling on my inner thigh to try to get some release.  The worst was getting up from sitting at work.  I had to stand for a few seconds to get my hip to relax enough to walk.  They then thought it could be my sacroiliac joint or SI joint.  I started wearing the belt to to reduce or eliminate motion in my hips.  It hurt to wear and I was miserable.  One joyful moment was the buying of my road bike.  I thought if I couldn’t run, I should be able to ride a bike.  More mistakes.

I had signed up for the Dirty Dash 5K mud run with some friends.  Sarah, Cindy and I had done the Diva Dash together in Boulder.  I knew Cindy wanted to get back at me for pushing her in the water.  No really we had fun at the Boulder race and I didn’t want to let them down.  I really tried to run.  I know they wanted to run it, but I couldn’t.  Really couldn’t.  So I tried to make the mud pits fun.  Jumping and splashing.  We got so dirty…together!  I absolutely loved them for staying with me.  I owe them big time.

My hip started to feel better but I knew with the remaining timeframe that Denver was slipping away.  I was getting in some miles on my bike.  I looked at getting another half in before the year was up.  Really!?!  What was I thinking?!?  Like an idiot, I signed up for the Route 66 Half in Tulsa, OK with Sarah.  It was in late November and it was just the start of September.  I can do that, right?!?  I even went and did another 5K for charity with Renee.  More mistakes.

Well the SI belt wasn’t working in my opinion so I started asking more questions at PT.  I was following all the instructions, but I still couldn’t run.  Then, I was asked to jump on my right leg.  I couldn’t.  I was told it was time for x-rays.  So I went in for them and they didn’t show anything.  My doctor requested an MRI.  I played the waiting game for approvals, getting the MRI, and then waiting for the results.  At the end of September, I got the dreaded news.  I had a femoral neck stress fracture.  I was given immediate orders to get off my right leg.  No weight bearing.  I waited again to see a specialist.  Luckily he allowed me to use crutches as an aide to take some of the weight off of my right leg.  My armpits thanked him.

So he said four weeks of crutches.  On the outside, I was still saying that I could make it to Tulsa.  On the inside, I was falling slowly downhill.  I was so scared to walk on my leg.  The couch, t.v. and facebook became my friends.  I was still trying to keep up with my work, but with the crutches and meds I was on, I felt like I was always in a fog.  My work seemed to think “she was walking on it fine a few weeks ago” or “milking the injury isn’t she”.  Add in that the pain meds caused migraines and insomnia, BONUS!  I started eating to cope.  I became a recluse.  And then my doctor told me shouldn’t do Tulsa.  My hip still didn’t feel right so I was put on crutches for another month.  Bye, bye November!

The pounds started to creep on.  Which just made me more miserable.  Only good news was getting off the crutches for Thanksgiving and going to a cane.  Everyone I know are runners so it was hard to listen to them talk about running.  I didn’t know if I’d ever get back to it.  My hip hurt constantly, but I didn’t know if it was bone pain or muscle pain.  The final MRI came back with almost completely healed.  I was told I could start walking without the cane the second week of December.  I was filled with fear.  It was not a happy Christmas.  I was walking more, but I was so afraid of pushing it.  Fear is a bitch!

It’s now March 2013.  I’m running now.  The fear is still there.  The pain is there sometimes.  I was released from PT in January and I see a massage therapist two times a month.  I ran my first race on Superbowl Sunday.  Only a 5K – 3.1 miles of emotions.  My best bud, Renee, was there.  She’s always been there for me.  I didn’t cry; she did.  I was still filled with apprehension about how my hip would feel afterwards.  Renee won an award cuz she’s super fast.  I had a beer!  I needed to celebrate a little.  Looking back, I made so many mistakes.  The biggest was toeing the line at Georgetown.  I should have never ran that race.  Oh hindsight!  I know I have a long road ahead of me.  I’m starting from scratch again.  I get discouraged sometimes.  Wondering if I’ll ever get back to where I was before.  Sometimes I just need to have a good cry and move on.  Honestly, I’ve been to the bottom and hard work, determination and commitment is the only way back.  I’ll get there…slow and steady.  Thanks for listening and being there for me when I needed you – even if you didn’t know it.


My pits are killing me!

So those fantastic crutches had to go back.  Loved them, but my forearms were too short for them and it was pinching me at the elbows.  Serious bummer!  Which means I’m on the crummy crutches and it sucks.  From the bruises on my arms to the pain my poor left leg is going through.

But I’m getting ahead of things.  I did see the orthopaedic doctor a week and half ago.  He said it’s a Femoral Neck Stress Fracture and that I need to be on the crutches for a month.  Since I don’t have a limp and can stand well enough, he’s allowing me to put my right foot down and use the crutches to assist in taking the weight off of it.  Way better than taking all the weight off of it.  I thought I was going to die!  I’ve included this video to explain stress fractures.  It’s a little long, but holds a lot of information.

Now the MRI didn’t state which type of break I had.  It did say it was near the end of the bone though.  Some days are good and others suck.  Today is one of the worst in a long time.  There’s a cold front coming through.  Oh crap!  I’m officially old now.  My bones are aching!  Ppptttssss!

Oh a good note.  Darlena over at runfindyourhappypace had a contest last month for a $15 gift card to “Gone for a Run”.  Well the first person to win was MIA so my name was the next one picked!  I told her it couldn’t have come at a better time.  So I finally got the code to use the gift card and well I went a little crazy….  Thanks Darlena!