So.  Here’s the deal.

4 weeks in a cast.  4 weeks in a boot.

and now.

6 weeks of Non-Running.

I felt sorry for myself.  I did.

Everyone who knows me, knows I brought my running shoe when the boot was removed

As if…as if I could run out of the doctor’s office.  But.  No.

I gained 5 pounds, then more.

Mostly from inactivity, but also from self-pity.

I am now more determined than ever.

Not only to get my body run-ready.

But to get my mind out of the proverbial gutter of woe.

I am also mightily addicted to Hipstamatic, so I coupled my passion for photos…

with my passion for rediscovering the gym.

And waking up muscles that have been dormant.

The last few weeks, I’ve gotten a schedule going.

I saw sweat.  I burned.  I felt that great soreness the day after.

I lifted upper body, then worked on the core with the Nike Trainer Club app.

I did elliptical, bike and pool running from this site, sent by ultrarunnergirl Kirsten.

I’m journaling like a fiend on Livestrong’s Daily Plate App.

I’m trying to eat non-processed.  Well.  Except for the Diet Coke problem I have.

I’m adding protein, and trying to follow The Skinny Rules.

I had oatmeal and eggs for breakfast.  

Garlic steak & a protein banana berry smoothie post workout.

And yeah.  I got my focus back.

In the last picture, you can see the leg on the left that has atrophied.

Zero muscle compared to the right.

4 weeks.  2 days.  Until I can run, I’ll be at the gym.


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The Path Back: Found.

And so it came to pass that I had lost my mojo.  Somewhere along the path, my heel problem kept me firmly planted in my house.  My running shoes hung up on the outside hook, instead of sitting next to my bed, waiting for me to fly into them each morning.  I wrote and wrote about it.  I wanted to run.  I really did.  But, I didn’t have the energy to really commit to a race.  I had to drop out of the NIKE run.  I couldn’t run.

I started to think I might never run …really run, again.

I decided to try the 40 day challenge:  working out…doing anything for 40 days.  30 minutes of exercise.  It was that simple.  Because writing about it again and again wasn’t helping.  I’m on day 23 today.  Here’s where I found my mojo:


  • In my back yard.  In the pool.  Swimming for 30 minutes.  Laps.  Going down to that diving board and doing pull ups.  When I would forget that I needed to do my 30 minutes, I jumped in right there and just…swam.


  • The Nike Training Club App for iPhone.  This app kicks ass.  Really keeps me going.  Love that I get to watch a video, it keeps track of my workouts, I can share on Facebook, and I can put my playlists with the workouts.

  • Foursquare.  It’s ridiculous, really.  Check in.  Tell your friends where you are.  Get mayorships.  Badges.  Well…I am really motivated to get my gym’s mayorship.  So, yeah.  I go a lot.  Gotta see if my mojo was there as well.  And, it was.
  • Weight lifting.  11 years ago, I started a program with EAS.  I still use that same upper body workout.  I do the elliptical.   I do abs.  I just. do…anything that will keep me moving for 30 minutes.
  • Running.  And, finally, I ran.  Only 20 miles the whole month.  But.  I did run.  And I finally got up to 4 miles.  Without stopping.  I stopped beating myself up for “man, you used to run a lot, and you’ve run 4 marathons” mentality.
I didn’t start over.  I started again.  I can’t wait to see my progress at the end of the 40 days.  I know this.  There are many paths to finding my mojo.  I had to take responsibility and find it.
Happy August!

Back to the Future

 Dr. Emmett Brown: You’re late, do you have no concept of time?

I went to the gym last night.  Again.  For the last three marathon cycles, I’ve not gone to the gym…spending nights and mornings pounding the pavement in my town.  And what happened?

My legs became stronger.  My quads are like steel. 

But the rest of me has become dormant.  I did arms.  Biceps, triceps, chest, shoulders.   Machines.  Elliptical, Stairs, Treadmill.

 Before I do another marathon, or train for one…the rest of my body will need to do some work. 

It’s 2000 all over again.

In The Interim…

For the last few weeks, I haven’t been in official training.  I’ve been doing these very weird things, having me in the gym at 5am.  In the morning.  AM.

For 7 years, every morning, I would head down to the gym and do 30 minutes of elliptical (*yawn*), and 30 minutes of *strength*.  Every morning, 6 days a week.  You get to know all the scoop in my small town, because that’s when the farmers go to the gym.  It seems as if  I always knew who I would have to fight for a certain machine, and I was always secretly glad when I got there ahead of this one guy…I liked pissing him off at 5am.  But, I digress.

So, June 1 will start training for Marine Corps Marathon.  In the meantime…

  • Spin Class.  Sweaty, good fun, but um, where are we going?  Nowhere.  We are sweating all over the floor.
  • Yoga.  My favorite class, but I go in thinking: This is so easy.   And, halfway through I’m sweating.  All over the floor.
  • Stair Master.  Not the fun elliptical kind that moves you the way it wants to.  This is some Jacob’s laddery type thing invented by Satan himself.  And I have a 35 minute routine that has me sideways, backways, double stepping, whatEVER.  And I sweat.  All over the handles.  And the floor.
  • Spin-Yoga days.  Where I do both.
  • Running 3 days a week.

My thighs feel like steel metal.  My coach assures me that they are supposed to feel this way.  I know I’m a girl…but secretly, I LIKE feeling like IronMan.  Just for a little bit.