tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288552299094037432024-03-12T21:28:33.078-07:00Random VocalizationseLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-28808871977946871662018-12-05T06:00:00.000-08:002018-12-05T06:00:16.187-08:00On living intuitivelyOver the years I've gotten a reputation as a health and nutrition fanatic. I've tried to keep up on nutritional and workout trends. And I've found myself the source friends and family would turn to for information. This is a label I've worn with honor over the past few years. That is until learning that all the markers of good health I thought were true turned out to not be totally reliable. I've involved myself with 30 challenges, cleanses extreme diets, calorie and macro tracking, never skipping workouts and hours in the gym all in the name of what I called "health" when in truth it was all about achieving an ideal society has deemed socially acceptable.<br />
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I started a journey towards healing the damage done from depriving myself of entire food groups, punishing myself with workouts, and general obsessions. As a result, I've found myself with a much larger number both on the scale and on the label in my jeans. And it sucks. Because society tells me this body I am currently in is unattractive and imperfect. And while I push for others to fight against the status quo, I struggle to do this for myself.<br />
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I know I have been fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14) by a loving Creator who took the time to craft me in to the person I am. I know that what society says about my worth is nothing more than lies. I know all the amazing things my body has done over the years. Some days these are difficult to accept.<br />
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For the past few months I've been learning how to live intuitively. I've always been fascinated by how the body knows what it needs and, when we listen, tells us. Not long ago Goop came under fire for an interview with Dr. Traci Mann where she talked about ditching diets and living at your leanest livable weight. Admittedly, I was unfamiliar with Dr. Mann's work at the time the post was published and I ended up doing something I strongly dislike. I made judgments about the content BEFORE reading the post. After reading Mann's book <i>Secrets from the Eating Lab</i>, which I highly recommend, I gave the interview a read. When Mann talks about being at your leanest livable weight, she is not suggesting we all be as thin as is considered "healthy". There is a weight range our bodies prefer to be at, and we can get to this range by eating (sensibly) and without strenuous exercise. The lower end of this range is our leanest livable weight. And I'd venture to guess that for most people, this weight is heavier than what most people think they should be at.<br />
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This has been a bumpy ride with a lot of ups and downs and false starts. At first I fought this part of the journey, and thought there was no way this would work for me. Around this time I had started encouraging others to love and accept themselves. Challenges were never about the amount of weight or inches lost. Fun was always encouraged! But, I had staunchly been opposed to supplements for a while after doing some reading regarding their efficacy. And suddenly, I was drinking a nutritional shake and using preworkouts because it was part of my job. Hold up! Had I just become a sell out?! Unable to justify the use of these products I had been shunning not half a year before and how they fit in to my message of self love, I gave it up.<br />
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Relieved at first, I found myself near the other end of the spectrum. First, I stopped constantly obsessing over what I was eating. And while I didn't give up working out entirely, it was no longer a priority. I was just living my life, without over thinking it too much. And weight gain happened. When I realized it I fell in to a funk. My first instinct was to fall back in to old patterns. Find the fittest woman who offers a workout and nutrition plan and follow it. Log time in the gym lifting as heavy as possible for as long as possible. Track and weigh every bite of food I put in my mouth. But the thought of doing that made me want to cry remembering how all consuming it can be on your daily life. So I revisited an e-course I had taken, unfollowed a bunch of social media accounts that lead to feelings of inadequacy or guilt and decided to truly shoot for being my best self. Even if that meant my best self was my bigger self.<br />
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And this comes with a huge helping of GRACE. And a place of non-judgement. I'm learning that as I try to undo the damage I had done through years of disordered patterns, I need to not judge myself for my choices and behaviors. With IE you have to be willing to give yourself unconditional permission to eat what you want. When I set out to eat more intuitively, I found myself turning more often to ultra carby and sugary foods. It doesn't surprise me that in the past, these have been among the list of foods I labeled as bad and restricted in my diet. This lead to deprivation which only intensified cravings for these foods. Eventually, my body had it's fill and I no longer feel as though each time I enjoy a donut, this could be the last one so I better eat five. I've even been turning down sweets. What?!<br />
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I look at intuitive movement in the same way. I have to grant my body permission to move in the ways that feel best. Some days that means an intense HIIT session or speed work on the high school track. Others it's only a walk around the neighborhood or yoga. And there are times when the best thing for my body is a nap. Adopting this type of movement is likely what contributed to my success in the Harrisburg Half. Yes, there was a training plan. But I viewed it more as a guideline than rules to live and breathe by.<br />
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One of the biggest changes I made during this training was giving myself permission to rest on Mondays. I used to live by the fitness mantra "Never Miss a Monday" because it sets the tone for your week. This is a bunch of bull. Prior to the start of half training, I dug out some old training journals. After reading through the entries, I noticed a few things in regards to Monday training. First, we were typically traveling and not arriving home until late Sunday night. Also the unpacking, laundry, grocery shopping and errands that had to be done on Mondays fell on me since Sean was at work. Even with all this in mind, I rarely got in a workout on Monday (surprise), but would write about having feelings of such intense guilt over missing. And even if I managed to squeeze one in, I was usually so tired the workout was either crap or it interfered with my recovery. So I gave myself permission to take off on Mondays. A few times I decided to go to the gym or for a walk, but mostly I ended up at a coffee shop with a book. And on those occassions, my week never "suffered".<br />
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This isn't a journey that can be rushed, and not one I have the strength to fight alone. Yes, there are people close to me who know about this journey and are cheering me on. Even with their encouragement, there are days when I want to throw in the towel because this does take some work. And it cannot be done in my own strength. My own strength is finite and imperfect. Each day I pray for strength to listen to my body and the wisdom to give it what it truly needs. This is a path I do not wish to walk alone since it's one with a destination that I will never truly arrive at. But making peace with my body is something worth working towards.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-63116240293884782912018-11-05T07:12:00.000-08:002018-11-05T07:12:49.853-08:00Harrisburg Half MarathonAfter 5 long years, I finally returned to running and decided to go big (for me anyway) and run the 2018 Harrisburg Half Marathon. This race is held is held in September on a mostly flat course that runs along the riverfront and part of the Greenbelt. It was for this reason, plus the fact I could sleep in my own bed the night before the race, that I decided to make this half my goal race for 2018. What I didn't take in to consideration until I was a few weeks in to my training cycle, suffering through the Pennsylvania heat and humidity is the potential for race day to be 95* with 100%. Thankfully, this ended up not being the case. And while race conditions were not ideal, rain with temps around the mid 50's, they were far better than feeling like you were swimming through the course!<br />
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As in all things, Sean and I hit a few bumps in the road getting to the start line. Training didn't always go as planned. We missed a week's worth of workouts while on vacation in July, including two long runs. And having two parents training for a longer distance race at the same time presents some challenges. We worked through those as best we could, but we will have to do a few things differently should we find ourselves in this situation next year. The other minor issue we ran in to was losing our babysitter for race morning due to unforeseen circumstances. Thankfully, we were able to quickly find a replacement who was willing, and able, to be at our house SUPER early.</div>
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Race morning dawned just as the weather forecast said it would, rainy and chilly. I began to second guess my outfit choice hoping I would be warm enough. Initially I was concerned about not having a raincoat, but decided that would only do so much to keep me dry. A hat was nonnegotiable, to keep the rain off my face, and I slathered my toes in Vaseline as a barrier to the wet. I figured that in combination with my running socks should be adequate to prevent blisters. Originally, I was planning to wear a tank, but ended up adding a light layer on top to help me stay warm.</div>
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We left our house around 6:30 and drove through some pretty steady rain to City Island. It was during this drive I began to have a temper tantrum, which I talked about in this <a href="https://randomlyvocalizing.blogspot.com/2018/09/on-coming-back.html">post</a>, and had to be talked down by Sean. Have I mentioned how much I love this man?!<br />
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Once we arrived and parked, we sat in our car for a bit to enjoy the warmth. Eventually we emerged to chat with some runner friends I knew threw the training programs hosted at Fleet Feet. As I watched fellow runners pull trash bags over their clothes in hopes of staying dry, I lamented my forgetfulness for not having brought one. Then I remembered we kept one stashed in the car just in case. It was quickly fashioned in to a shirt.<br />
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After visiting the portapotties and going through some warm ups, it was time to head to the start on the bridge. The rain felt even colder here with the breeze blowing off the river. It wasn't long before we were off, heading toward the west shore. And the first of a few spectators who braved the rain to cheer on the runners.<br />
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I had my eyes set on keeping with a certain pace group. A time I've chased in my previous three halves, but couldn't quite keep up. As we ran along the west shore water front the pace group gradually pulled further and further ahead. At first I was a little bummed, but knew deep down keeping up that pace would not be feasible on this day.<br />
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Starting with mile 2, I decided to stick with my original plan of running for a mile then walking for 1 minute. That one minute walk did so much to help me catch my breath and check in with how my body was feeling. After about mile 3, we had to keep to the right as the leaders were coming through on their northbound trip. It is so encouraging and inspiring to watch these runners. Their focus and form. My boss happened to be one of these runners, and yelled some encouragement my way.<br />
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After running a few miles along the road, the more trail like feel of the Greenbelt was very welcome. This was probably my favorite part of the race as I've recently fallen in love with trail running. This path was fairly muddy from the steady rain, which was fine by me. I always think you can judge the fun factor of a run by the amount of mud you end up being covered in. And trust me, if there's mud, I will find it! The only downside were the puddles runners were met with along the path. There were many that were easily avoided, but a few required some different maneuvers to get around. These would not be the only puddles and mud we would encounter this race.<br />
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Eventually, we headed north towards the second turn around in the race. This second stretch along the east shore river front seemed very long at times. Which is probably why I was easily talked in to taking a shot of Fireball whiskey. However, there was a pretty descent length where the runners headed back to the finish were on the parallel path. I enjoyed cheering for fellow runners. Especially my husband who was killing this race in spite of not having trained well.<br />
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Up to this point, I had not been keeping too close tabs on my pace or overall time. I was focused primarily on running by feel. I had though my goal pace group was miles ahead and figured I was falling back closer to, what I initially thought was, my usual pace group. After hitting the turn around and making my return trip to the finish, I expected my usual group to be right behind me. It was a long while before I passed them as they continued their northbound trip to the turnaround. This is when I realized I could possibly PR and was totally overcome by emotion.<br />
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This return trip eventually took us down to the lower path again. And this was probably the most difficult section of the race. There were few people down to here offering encouragement. And while I was running this race by myself, there were runners close by for chatting and commiserating. By this point we were all fairly spread out which made this section fairly lonely. I've gotten in the habit of running without music unless absolutely necessary (the treadmill) for safety reasons, so I don't listen to it during races either. In an attempt to keep from mentally ruining my race by second guessing and constantly looking at my watch, I started singing to myself. This tactic worked because I eventually made it to where the end was in sight.<br />
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Making that last climb up the ramp towards the finish feels like you're climbing a mountain, especially when you actually have a pain in your butt. But all the cheers and friendly faces urge you onward and you're starting your final push across the footbridge towards the finish. This was probably the first time I didn't have much left to push towards the finish line. Sean tried to help run me in, but had pushed in his own race, he could barely walk. Eventually, the finish line was crossed and the medal and blanket were received. And I did get that PR.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did it!</td></tr>
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Now it was on to the food spread and some shelter out of the rain. Which may have been a bit of mistake as we got terribly cold once we reemerged in to the rain. Maybe we should have changed in to some warm, dry clothes first.<br />
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Despite the weather this race was fantastic. And even though I had said I would never do a fall half marathon again, I will probably sign up for this one again. It was very well organized and the volunteers were fantastic. And there was fuel supplied along the course beginning around mile 5 or so.<br />
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For now I will enjoy the feeling of knowing I ran not only a PR, but a strong race. I felt good and was able to get back to running just a few days after the race. So now it's on to the next goal. Stay tuned.</div>
eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-58499769040267981052018-09-14T10:31:00.001-07:002018-09-14T10:31:20.878-07:00On Coming BackI'm not entirely sure when it happened. It took 5 years, but at some point I decided I had enough just wishing I were a runner again, laced up the shoes and started running. And then I didn't stop. It didn't hurt when I started a part time job at a run specialty store in April. That only added fuel to the fire. After that too long hiatus, I'm finally back. This business of <a href="https://randomlyvocalizing.blogspot.com/2018/01/on-starting-over.html">starting over</a> has been hard work. There have been the easy runs where I remember why running has been my workout of choice. And there have been plenty of the miserable runs. Regardless of the outcome, I've stuck with it for almost a year now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Positive mind, positive vibes</td></tr>
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In March Sean, Skadew and myself ran a 5K close to our home. The course was fairly easy and Skadew wanted to run with her father so I was eager to see what I could do. I ran my hardest, but was initially disappointed by the outcome. I had wanted to be so much faster, but Sean reminded me how much work it had taken to get faster a few years ago. I can't begin consistently running in January and expect to be super fast again three months later.<br />
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Earlier this year, I had also decided a fall marathon would be a good idea. I shared that my goal would be to finish, but secretly I held on to the idea of hitting a certain time goal. And so when May came around, I found myself signing up for the Harrisburg Half Marathon. Initially, I tried to come to terms with what I had just done. This was real now. This wasn't some super cheap run I wouldn't feel too much guilt over skipping if I didn't do the training. And speaking of training, there would be no faking my way through it. I had to commit the time and mental capacity to preparing for this race.<br />
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Summer began and so did the training cycle. And man was it ever tough! The weather played a huge factor in how miserable some of those runs were. The heat and humidity seemed never ending. It was during one hot, swampy run I realized the weather on race day could be exactly what I was spending my summer training through. 95 with 100% at 7am. I started to worry.<br />
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The heat and humidity always seemed worse on the days I was running hill repeats or speed workouts. Sean and I ran a 4 mile race on the 4th of July in Nashville that was particularly miserable. And since I tend to want to be surprised by the course, I was ill prepared for the hill at the end of the race that kept us climbing and climbing. And wait! We're turning. But we are STILL climbing! Sean finished well ahead of me and came back to find me on the course. I was tired, my legs hurt, breathing was difficult and I wanted to take a DNF. But I finished with a lot of encouragement from him to just get to the finish.<br />
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Instead of pushing myself to the absolute limit and make sure I hit every pace, I ran by feel. Some work outs had to be shortened, but I never skipped the warm up or the cool down. I even walked at times. I had difficulty keeping to my easy pace on the easy and long runs. Compared to what I knew I had once been capable, it was so slow. But I finished those runs, even the longer double digit ones, feeling strong.</div>
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Sean and I also ran two different obstacle course races. And man, do I love those! I can't complete half the obstacles, but I always finish feeling strong and accomplished. Even when I can't make it up the HUGE wall and end up with a butt full of mud.<br />
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The second OCR did result in a strained calf muscle that happened while trying to get over a half pipe. I ended up taking some time off from running to give it time to rest. I reacquainted myself with the stationary bike, I'm terrified of taking my bike out on the road, and gave my calf plenty of TLC. It wasn't long before I was back to running.<br />
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There were a few missed workouts along the way. And at one point I toyed with the idea of a tourist run. Just taking it slow, easy and having fun. This would be a great idea, especially if the weather was miserable. Then I ran an 11 mile wave run alternating between easy and half marathon pace. It went better than I had anticipated and I started to rethink the tourist run. Perhaps it was time to actually see what I was capable of.<br />
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It wasn't long after that 11 mile run when we started easy off training to prepare for race day. Honestly, I had never properly followed a training plan before. At best, it was done sporadically, which might explain those overuse injuries I suffered with the first two races. Actually following along this time, I found myself doubting the process. Was I going to be prepared to run 13 miles now that my weekly mileage had been reduced? Will my legs really be able to handle it? Isn't there more I should do?<br />
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Then the week of the race somehow arrived and with it came the weather report of rain. As the weekend drew closer that report just got worse and worse. The likelihood of rain in the afternoon suddenly became 100% chance of steady rain all day. And chilly. And while we would have preferred either the predicated temperature with no rain or the temps to be a bit warmer with the steady rain, we were thankful it wasn't hot and humid.<br />
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Driving to the start, I began to panic. What if I didn't finish? What if I crossed the finish much longer than I anticipated? What the hell was I doing thinking I had any business running this half?! This was suppose to be my comeback race. This was shaping up to be the worst comeback ever. Okay. So maybe I wasn't panicking so much as throwing a temper tantrum because things weren't going my way. I mean, the weather was suppose to be mid to low 60's and overcast. Did no one get that memo?!<br />
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Sean reminded me of two very important things that were true that day, regardless of the outcome. I had trained hard to get here and I was healthy. No overuse injuries. No freak accidents where I threw out a knee. Just one minor case of a muscle strain. This was the first half I would run healthy.<br />
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I will eventually share a recap of the half. I did feel strong through most of the race, and it did end in a PR. So this particular part of the story has a happy ending. Getting here wasn't without it's accomplishments and struggles and doubts. But I have no regrets for pushing through getting to this point. Even if the outcome hadn't been different and I had ended up with a slower race time or a DNF due to injury, this still would have been a great learning experience. And that's the important thing, isn't it? Taking what we've learned and move forward with that knowledge, applying it when necessary.<br />
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I was working toward running my third half marathon. And while I did have a time goal, my major goal was to make it through the training cycle without having to pay a visit to the physical therapist's office. Two prior attempts to run a half marathon had landed me in that office with overuse injuries.<br />
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January through August was very strong running wise for me. Even though I was focusing more on strength training than running early in the year, I managed to PR at a 5K race. Once I was running again, I tried to stick to no more than 3 days a week while continuing with strength training and yoga. I successfully ran a 10 miler, followed 2 weeks later by a 10K. It seemed I had finally found my groove. And it only took me 3 years of running to do it!<br />
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Then during a training run, I tripped and fell. But not before trying to keep myself from falling, which resulted in patellar subluxation. For better or worse, I did end up finishing that run only to have swelling and the inability to straighten my knee. And while I love my physical therapist, I was not happy about paying them a visit. I may have actually cried.<br />
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I was crushed. Not only did I not succeed at my goal to avoid the PT training for the half marathon, I had to let go of my time goal for the race. And I didn't even get to toe the line at what would have been my first triathlon. I still have the unworn bib hidden away in a drawer. I worked my tail off in PT and ultimately did run the half. Well, I ran for about 6 miles, ran and walked about 4, and walked/hobbled the final 3. And at the end of it, had to nurse a swollen knee that wouldn't bend. This half marathon was an experience I didn't want to relive. So I put away my running shoes to focus on other things.<br />
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It was only suppose to be through the winter. Then spring came and I tried to run. It hurt and I was slow. And I got angry. This cycle of being slow and hurting and being angry and pouting would repeat itself. Until last winter.<br />
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This is one of those times where having FOMO was not a such a bad thing. I kept watching my running friends having great times on training runs and races and wanted in. It was time to embrace the creeping pace along with the burning lungs and aching legs. Some runs I just wanted to stop and sit on the curb and cry, but the cold made sure I finished and had my pity party at home. Others, I felt faster and stronger. Each run reminded me why after I started back in 2011, I didn't want to stop.<br />
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The difficulty was not looking too long and hard at where I had been. The paces I used to run. The distances I used to cover. And just having joy at getting to experience it all again.<br />
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I have a love hate relationship with starting over. But starting over doesn't have to be awful. We can look back at where we were and see how the present is better.<br />
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I look back at a time when I was lonely and was lacking deep personal connections beyond the people living in my house. It's painful to think about. Eventually, I had to start over and make friends. And it's been frightening and painful to put myself out there, but I don't have any regrets.<br />
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Man, starting new can be such a good thing!<br />
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A lot of people get excited for the new year. Turning the pages of the calendar is like a fresh start. And when we crack open that brand new planner, with it's empty pages, we see possibility. I have dubbed 2018 "The Year of Brave". I know anytime we decide to step out in courage, it can be painful and scary. But I know it will be worth it.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-15583051466200195352017-12-13T06:39:00.000-08:002017-12-13T06:39:15.342-08:00On Mom FriendshipsOne of my favorite things to do as the mother of young children was take them to the park and watch them navigate finding new friends to play with. It would bring a smile to my face when they bonded with a fellow kid over their love of sand. Or slides. Or that they didn't puke on the tire swing. I remember watching them and feeling a twinge of jealousy at how easily they made it seem. They would just walk up to someone they barely knew and just start playing. And it got me thinking.<br />
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When did we lose this ability to just walk up to other women and form a friendship. When did we become so insecure that we allow a possible bosom friend to walk right out the door without ever uttering a word of "Hello!" all because we didn't want to seem desperate. Or *gasp* needy. Some of my most cherished and closest friendships are because someone was brave enough to step out.<br />
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9 years ago my grandmother, Mauga, passed away due to complications from a stroke. This was more than a difficult experience in my life for a few reasons, and this loss hit me particularly hard. There's a particular scene in Moana I cannot watch without bawling like a baby. Some days, I can't even get through the song without an ugly cry. I had written a post on Facebook something to the effect of being heart broken and received a message. This message came from a woman I knew from church and we were in the early stages of friendship. I still didn't know her well, but really wanted to as I always thought she had a lot of wisdom to share in our Fellowship group at church. I respected her. A lot. I was expecting the usual "So sorry for your loss. Let me know if I can do anything message", but that's not the message I got. She did express her condolences, but then she was willing to become vulnerable. At a time when I was struggling with my identity, she gave me a glimpse in to her true self. God used one of the most painful times in my life to bring a new, and much needed, friend in to my life. And while we don't get to hang out and chat as often as we'd like, we have one of those friendships you can just pick up. Right where you left off.<br />
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Another one happened, coincidentally, at the park. A woman who was there with her two daughters walked up to me and asked if I was part of MOPs and was there for the playdate. I explained that while I had been involved in the past, I was no longer part of the group. We got to talking and learned our daughters were the same ages. Our oldest girls hit it off right away, which didn't suprise me. It was that my youngest actually went off and played with her youngest daughter. Up to this point, my youngest was more content to either parallel play or just do her own thing. The fact that she was interacting with another child was amazing! And more friendships were born.<br />
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And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention how I came to know my bestest friend in middle and high school. She had invited me to her birthday party, which surprised me just a bit as we really only knew each other because we were in the same English class. I ended up being the only attendee. Initially, I felt bad for her, but then I was grateful. We got to spend the whole party talking and getting to know one another. And our friendship only grew over the years and lasted through all the teen angst and drama. She lives in another state now and we don't talk NEARLY as much as either of us would like. And while we may not be as close as we once were, our friendship has remained in tact.<br />
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But thinking about all these positive experiences has me thinking about the times I let fear get in my way. Fear kept me from just saying "Hello!" or sending an email or a text. All because I didn't want to come off as desperate or needy. Why does making new friends sound so much like dating?!<br />
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Recently, I was having a difficult time overcoming that fear. I wanted to ask her to coffee, but didn't want to be perceived as needy. After praying, I did what any woman would do. Text her girlfriends for advice. They overwhelming agreed that I couldn't let my fear of how I would be seen prevent me from reaching out. As one of these women wisely put it, we can't assume to know what's in someone's heart. We should just be more honest with expressing our feelings. And maybe, just maybe, we could stop wondering where we belong. #preach<br />
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And that has been one of my biggest challenges. Finding where I belong. I often feel like a misfit and a little out of place. I'm always worried that once people get to know me; and my faults, flaws and brokenness, they'll decide I'm not a worthy friend. But do I really want friendships with people who like a fabricated version of me? None of my friends are perfect. Sorry, Ladies. But I love each and every one of them. Imperfections included. And that's because each of these friendships nourishes a part of me in ways others may not.<br />
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Friends who make you feel welcome and accepted without even trying. Friends who encourage and build you up. Friends who are true prayer warriors. Friends who give you a shoulder to cry on. Friends you belly laugh with until your sides ache. Friends who share such a biblical wisdom and truth, you want to spend time with them all day. Friends who challenge you to grow.<br />
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As part of my attempts at living more intentionally in 2017, I am not allowing these opportunities to create new friendships and connections be wasted. It's getting me out of my comfort zone. I'm sending the invites for coffee. Signing up for the Bible study even if I won't know a single person. Obediently listening to that subtle voice encouraging me to just go on the women's retreat. Saying "Hello!" to women I barely know. Because I know what's it like to want nothing more than a friend, but be so paralyzed by fear you don't know where to begin. And who knows? Maybe another new friendship will be made.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-62059170649605754372017-08-11T13:23:00.000-07:002017-08-11T13:23:48.968-07:00On The Body as a Temple<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, who you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If you've followed me here or on social media for any length of time, you know that I am passionate about health and fitness. Particularly helping people learn to love and accept themselves while finding joy in daily movement. This is reflective of my own journey that started as a way for me to find myself after giving birth and wading through depression and anxiety. There were seasons where I was obsessive and probably not very healthy in my pursuits of health. While I'm not perfect, and have no plans to be, I've learned that society's definition for health is not correct. And it can lead to destructive thoughts and habits. I wanted to take what I learned and make a career out of it. And I honestly tried.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Since March, memories have been popping up on Facebook full of encouraging quotes, workout selfies, and a few videos. I've since closed that chapter of my life due to some personal reasons, but I tried to keep the encouragement coming. After all, one of my spiritual gifts is encouragement. But this current season, has brought about a change. While I am still striving to take care of myself, my workouts have taken a backseat to lazy mornings, afternoons at the pool and evenings with friends and family that often involve beer or ice cream. Sometimes both. I've done a workout here and there, but nothing with a lot of consistency. I've noticed as movement became more irregular, negative self talk became the new norm. I'd berate myself internally for letting myself go. I mean, I put in all that hard work starting last summer and since this summer began, it's all been wasted. I found myself obsessing over what my body looked like and it seemed like everyone else was in better shape and had it more together than I did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">One morning after my usual quiet time, I opened up Instagram to check out how things were going in the world. One of the women I follow posted a mini blog post about the dangers of becoming so obsessed with our health and wellness we begin to make our bodies in to an idol. I read the post, liked it and then moved on. It was a good word and while I felt a stirring in my heart, there is absolutely no way this was for me. A few days later, I came across a blog post. Bet you can't guess what the topic of that particular blog post was. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This line between treating your body as a temple of the Holy Spirit vs an idol can be a difficult one to walk. It doesn't mean we have to abandon our health and wellness journeys. We should take care of our bodies. Feeding them well and enjoying regular exercise. How this plays out will look different for each person because we are unique. We do need to be cautious and make sure we are giving the same attention to our spiritual wellness as we are to the physical. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">One area of conviction for me was in asking my why. Why do I want to pursue this health and wellness journey? It's because I want to feel healthy and be able to keep up with my children as they grow older. But if I were honest, that's not the reason. The reason is because I want to look good. I want an athlete's body. I want people to look at me and say, "She has two kids?!" And while most people would tell you there's nothing wrong with that, there is something wrong with that. Who am I trying to please?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>But the Lord said to Samuel,"Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">While it might be nice to be remembered as the mom with the flat abs or the friend with the toned, muscular legs I would rather be remembered as the woman who loved Jesus fiercely. And that love was on display in her daily life.</span></div>
eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-47539843406906348212017-08-07T07:49:00.003-07:002017-08-07T07:49:35.122-07:00On The VillageIt's official. Hubby and I are entering in to a new phase of life. We no longer have preschoolers or babies in our house. Starting mid-August we will be the parents to school-aged children, one of whom is entering her tween years. Lord help us!<br />
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We've managed to come out the other side of being "in the trenches". We sleepily shambled our way through new parenthood. We survived the tantrums of our little caveman 3 year old as she asserted her independence. And then thought it was a good idea to introduce a new little being to the mix. We made it through the countless nights of screaming and crying from an infant who turned out had a milk allergy. And that time we decided it was a good idea to homeschool a kindergartner with a three-nager in the house? Been there. Done that. Have the t-shirt. But we did it. </div>
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Yes, having young children is difficult. Days can go by where the only adult interaction besides your spouse, is the Fresh Beat Band. It can sometimes feel isolating. And I've been there. Back when Skadew was first born, I personally knew very few mothers of young children. I longed for friends, but was dealing with so much depression and anxiety, I had lost touch with myself. I felt insecure and doubted anyone would want to be my friend. I struggled to get through conversations and dreaded phone calls. Or making small talk. The few attempts I made to actually create some friends did not go well, which were discouraging. And then we decided to have another child and life got a little more crazy. But in the midst of the chaos and an increase in anxiety, came a lifeline. Friends. Honest to goodness friendships with women who were in similar life situations. Was this ever an answer to countless prayers uttered during naptimes and midnight feedings.</div>
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And now, in the midst of changing life circumstances, I find myself even more grateful for these friendships than before. Because if I've ever felt ill-equipped to handle my current situation, it is right now. Full disclosure: I would take 5 children under the age of 5 over a child on the verge of adolescence. I find it difficult to calmly, and rationally, handle the situations where she explodes at the drop of a hat. I now realize why boarding schools were invented. But when the tweenager screams and stomps her feet, it's still nice to know we are not alone in this. Friends nod their heads in agreement over a cup of coffee, their faces full of sympathy. And maybe a knowing smirk. There are other girls behaving in the same manner, so we didn't totally screw up this parenting thing. I can take some comfort in that.<br />
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They say it takes a village and this statement could not be any more true. Having friends who feel like family gives the child more safe places they can turn to. Plus, there's even more shouts coming from their cheering section at sporting events and performances.<br />
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This village not only benefits the child, but also the parents. It's somewhat of a relief to have other adults you know, and trust, to help involved in your child's life. And a huge plus has been knowing there are others covering our children in prayer. And those prayers are also for hubby and myself to have the strength and wisdom for the day to day. Because we can never make it through on our own strength.<br />
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Most important of all, we know we are not alone in this. And that's probably the biggest comfort of all. So on this dreary Monday, I will sleepily raise my mug of coffee to the village. And pray I don't spill it all over myself.</div>
eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-50602255849629986002017-02-24T06:00:00.000-08:002017-02-24T06:00:20.655-08:00The Called<div style="text-align: center;">
Before you blink and your one life's a tendril of smoke, a memory, a vapor, gone, know this: you are where you are for such a time as this - not to make an impression, but to make a difference. We aren't here to one-up one another, but to help one another up.</div>
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2016 was a year of feeling restless. Hubby and I were watching people being called to exciting new places and life circumstances. From moves to new locations, to expanding their families with pregnancy or adoption, or answering the call to take the gospel to a different country as missionaries, it seemed like we knew many who were embarking on exciting adventures while we were left to live out our boring, every day, mundane lives.<br />
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I grew up in a church that recognized the BIG calls God placed on our lives. You know the ones I'm talking about, right? The call to enter the ministry. Or to travel oversees to dig wells to provide clean water. Or to move to the inner city to serve the homeless. The big ones that require a lot of faith in God. That will reach a lot of people and have a huge impact on the world. No ever shared about the call to be a parent. To stay in their neighborhood and selflessly serve those in need.<br />
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I would pray "God, I am willing! Move me!!!!" I wanted an adventure. I wanted excitement. I wanted to bust out of the mundane and live a life worth Instagramming. Actually have something to tell people when they asked "What's new?"<br />
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And during this, God was talking. I just didn't want to hear it. Because He was telling me exactly what I didn't want to hear. But when we don't listen, and He really wants us to receive His message, He will get our attention. And His voice has been getting louder, whether through Bible study, my journal and prayers or books I'm reading.<br />
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I recently found Annie F. Down's podcast, <i><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/that-sounds-fun-annie-f.-downs/id944925529?mt=2">That Sounds Fun</a></i>. She interviewed, well more like chatted with, Rebekah Lyons about her new book <i>You Are Free</i>. Towards the end of the podcast, they started talking about the IF: gathering and Jill Briscoe who shared her story Saturday afternoon. They were talking about one of their favorite things Jill had said and it was essentially: "Stay where you are. Unpack. And finish the work you're suppose to do." I remember hearing that. And I remember writing it down. But hearing it paraphrased this way really caused me to stop what I was doing and take notice. I even listened to it again to make sure I had heard it right.<br />
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Stay where you are.<br />
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Unpack. Get settled.<br />
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And finish what you're suppose to do.<br />
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That whole finishing thing? Yeah, I am great at starting and making a list and making a plan. But then things start to go south. I get overwhelmed with the amount of work that needs doing. Or I notice the 5 others who are doing the same thing and realize they are already established and are doing it much better than I ever could so why bother? Because those 5 others may never reach in to my sphere of influence. I am suppose to be like Jesus to those around me. Not rely on someone else to do it for me.<br />
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It's not glamorous and it's not highly celebrated in some of church culture, but isn't parenting and raising your children to desire to know God and being Jesus to your neighbors a worthy calling? It might not produce gorgeous pictures or grow a huge blog following, but it has impact. Touching the lives of those who are broken and hurting. Being present with the ones you love and sharing in their joy and grief. That sounds like a high calling worth celebrating!<br />
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eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-18064469539083922302017-02-03T05:00:00.000-08:002017-02-03T05:00:12.904-08:00On Loving One Another<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Well, gang, it's February. The first month of the year has come to a close and I'm already wondering where those last 31 days went. But it's time to keep pressing forward, and not feel guilty for those tasks that didn't quite get crossed of the list. It is a chance to reflect on these and wonder if they are truly something as equally beneficial to me now as they were then. But I digress. We are in February, the month of love. And I'm about to discuss a difficult topic, one that is not popular with most people nowadays. And that's the idea of loving one another.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">But it's becoming more and more apparent that we have no interest in listening to one another. We hear a person voted for, or supports, X. And IMMEDIATELY, we jump to conclusions about a person's character. About their morals. About their heart. BEFORE we've even bothered to ask them a very important question that even 2 year olds are wise enough to ask.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Why is this issue important to you? Why do you feel this person will best represent you? Why do you stand for this?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">But in our current culture of social media, we are quick to judge. Quick to make assumptions. Quick to accuse. And, what's even more unsettling, quick to call out our fellow Christians on their wrongdoings for everyone to see. Quick to slap on labels of bigotry, being a snowflake, being hateful, not patriotic.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">And as I type these words, I realize I am so guilty of all of this. Lumping people together in to labeled groups without first gaining all of the information. So many times have I wanted to post something snarky in response to an article. Or call them out when they are acting "unchristian" because it's part of my duty as their sister in Christ. Neither of these responses would do much to improve the current situation. I'd be unsuccessful at helping this person to see the error of his ways. And would likely result in someone being unfollowed or unfriended.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">In the fall, I completed the Beth Moore study, <i>Entrusted</i>, and she said something that stuck with me through the entirety of the election cycle. "There's a place for disagreements, but Facebook is not it." Facebook is not the place for us to air our dirty laundry about fellow Christians. It is not the place to argue.<span style="color: #616161;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: red;">"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." </span>John 13:34,35 NIV</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">And I know it's hard to stand in church next to someone who supports something to which you are vehemently opposed and pretend it's all okay. It was something I struggled with after the election. To stand and praise God with people who I know voted for ideals and beliefs I could not support. But you do not drag fellow Christians through the mud. How can we even begin to help bring a hurting world to know Him if we cannot even get along? If we cannot stop the mudslinging long enough to realize there are people who need help? Need love? Need compassion? How can we meet their needs if we cannot extend love and compassion to other Christians?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">It's sad to watch friendships fall apart. To witness ignorance and fear push people away.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">Earlier this week, I was fortunate to spend time with women I love, and value, greatly. It's been too long since we've all gathered, just the 5 of us to talk about life. We all come from different backgrounds. We all have different political leanings. Some believe in the literal 7 day creation story. Some believe in divine election. Regardless, we still love one another. Even when it's hard. And even when I thought I was being sneaky by not speaking up and honestly discussing certain topics, it was what I was not saying that helped them learn of my moderate political ways. And I am confident they still love me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">Our topic of conversation eventually turned from braces and sports to politics. We are all feeling similar frustrations about the current state of things and how people aren't listening. One friend, who is probably among the wisest of our group, explained how if we could get two people on opposing ends of an issue to actually TALK, they may realize they are working towards the same end goal. Isn't that an interesting concept?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">The words that Jesus spoke about love are easily tossed out the window when we begin to discuss those issues most personal to us. And we can discuss those issues, but there is a big difference between a discussion and an argument. And, I know we often confuse the two. If you end up name calling, that's an argument. If you feel the rage building up inside of you because how can this "so called Christian" not see the error in his/her ways? Delete your comment because you're about to get involved in an argument.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , "noto sans japanese" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 15px;">And there are times when it is right to walk away from a relationship. But not before you've tried to at least talk things over and get an idea for where people are coming from. You might be pleasantly surprised to learn you're both working towards a similar, or the same, end goal.</span></span><br />
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eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-4305039235992567042017-01-25T06:00:00.000-08:002017-01-25T06:00:13.268-08:00January in BooksI always set some lofty goals for the New Year. One of those is to spend more time reading. And while I keep a mental list of the books I want to read, I find myself turning to the same books or same genre time and time again. This year, I wanted to stretch myself a little bit.<br />
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After doing a bit of searching and comparing, I came across the Modern Mrs. Darcy 2017 Reading Challenge. She offers to two choices. One to stretch yourself and one to make reading fun again. I decided to start with the One to stretch myself. I probably could tackle both lists, but I go in spurts with my reading depending on the book and the other things in my life that need attention. In very busy seasons, I tend to not devote as much time to reading as I'd like. And in much slower seasons, it's not unusual for me to get caught up in a story and leave the housework until the book is complete. (I'm looking at you, Outlander). So while I am creating a list, it's more as a guide. So while I will be continuing with some favorites, it will provide an opportunity for reading those books I bought at the adorable used book store in Jim Thorpe and have not cracked open.<br />
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My picks for the month of January include:<br />
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1. <i>Drums of Autumn</i> by Diana Gabaldon<br />
If I could, I would tear through these books. However, my house would fall apart. On the plus side, my children would learn how to cook. <i>Drums</i> continues the story of Jamie and Claire after the events of book 3 took them to The Colonies. I will miss the descriptions of the Scottish Highlands, but am eager to see how the story continues.<br />
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2. <i>The Broken Way</i> by <a href="https://annvoskamp.com/thebrokenway/">Ann Voskamp</a><br />
I've been a fan since reading <i>One Thousand Gifts</i> and am an avid reader of her blog. She has a way with words that I only wish I could match. I'm only one chapter in so far, but have already found myself ugly crying.<br />
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3. <i>Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade</i> by Diana Gabaldon<br />
I don't want to say too much because I have a habit of unintentionally giving away spoilers. Lord John Grey is one of my favorite characters from the Outlander novels so when I stumbled across the suggested order of all books in the Outlander universe, I was more than willing to deviate from Jamie and Claire to learn more about Grey.<br />
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4. <i>A Wrinkle in Time</i> by Madeleine L'Engle<br />
This is a book I've always wanted to read, but sadly never made time for it. It fits in with one of my preferred genres of fantasy.<br />
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<b>What books are currently on your nightstand? Any books to add to my 2017 reading list?</b>eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-77550996414319557132017-01-06T05:00:00.000-08:002017-01-12T06:57:17.416-08:00On Resolutions and GoalsWell, Happy New Year to you, faithful reader! One of my goals for 2017 is to resurrect this little neglected space. It gives me a chance to get my thoughts out on paper, in a much better manner than Facebook or Instagram. And while I do enjoy connecting with others on social media, it had a very negative effect on me this past year. I ended up taking a much needed break from regular posting and check-ins for the holidays, which helped to decrease my stress levels. For first time since my children were born, I did not feel completely exhausted and spent at the conclusion of the Christmas season. It didn't hurt that my children spent a few extra days with my parents. But it gave me time for reflection. To reflect on 2016 and write out my goals and dreams for 2017.<br />
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And here we are. The first week of 2017 is has almost come to a close. Maybe you're a goal setter. Or you've gone a different route and decided upon a word that will define your year. Or maybe you're old school and went the resolution route. Whatever your choice, I pray 2017 will be a beneficial year. One where you will learn and grow. Where you develop relationships. And say no to the things that no longer serve you well.<br />
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This time of year, many focus on improving their health.<br />
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If you've been a regular gym goer for some time, you've probably seen an increase in the number of people at the gym. And you're probably waiting for that time when "The Resolutionars" start to taper off so your preferred class is not quite so crowded. Or you can finally have your favorite elliptical back. I have three words of you.<br />
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Seriously. Yes. It might be a bit of an inconvenience. You have no idea the kind of struggle going on right now. The young lady using your favorite treadmill is recovering from an eating disorder and mustered up the courage and strength to workout because wants to see how strong she is and not use workouts to punish herself from binge eating. That man you and your buddies laughed about while in the locker room was told by his doctor he has to lose some weight. His life depends on it. The moms crowding your bootcamp class are just looking for a little me time and working out helps keep with the stress of motherhood. And yes, I know a good number will not stick to their resolutions or goals. But how about instead of looking at them as a nuisance or mocking them in the locker room, we offer support?<br />
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To the person who is joining the gym for the first time because you are trying to lose weight or improve your overall health. Way to go!!!!! You are embarking on a journey and there are no shortcuts if you're looking to make lasting change. Take it one day, one workout, at a time and you will get there. And among all the complaining, eye rolling and angry looks, there are people at the gym who are happy you're there. If you're going it alone, it may be scary, but find someone you can reach out to. Someone who can help support you during your journey. Because this journey, while it will be worth it, will not always be easy. You will need someone you can vent to when things get tough and you feel like giving up. Or who can cheer you on when you achieve the smallest goal. Oh, and speaking of small goals, make sure you break up your big health goal in to smaller, measurable chunks so it's not quite so intimidating and easier to attain. Most of all, remember you've got this!<br />
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I will continue to post regularly here and share my own personal journey through 2017. There will be plenty of health and fitness with some more personal things thrown in to the mix. Hubby and I had some time between Christmas and New Years to discuss our plans and hopes for 2017. And then we each set some goals. I've always preferred goal setting to resolutions, but there's always been one little issue. I would set my goals in January and not revisit them until about September. By then, I may be working towards achieving a few, or have already crossed off <a href="http://randomlyvocalizing.blogspot.com/2013/03/race-recap-what-doesn-kill-you-makes-you.html">one or two</a>; however, it would become painfully obvious that a good majority would not be achieved. Sometimes it was due to pure forgetfulness. Yes, I am the person who will set a goal and then forget about it two days later. Or maybe it was due to <a href="http://randomlyvocalizing.blogspot.com/2013/09/hiccup.html">unforeseen circumstances</a>. Whatever the reason, I now realize that while my goals are written in pen, they should also be fluid as life happens. So, in addition to setting goals, I have monthly reminders to revisit these goals and adjust as necessary.<br />
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One of the goals for the year is to encourage our children to learn something outside of school. This tends to happen naturally as Schleppy and Skadew are born explorers. But hubby and I want to be more intentional about nurturing this part of their personalities. The kiddos and I got harnesses from my in-laws and hubby already owns one. So we will be spending more time learning to climb and navigate through problems together.<br />
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I also decided to set a word, well two actually, that helped me stay focused when writing out my goals and will help to guide me through my year.<br />
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Intentional and authentic. I want to be deliberate and do things on purpose, not just react. I want to be genuine and real not fake. I don't want to waste my time and energy on the things that do not serve me well. Or are not beneficial. I've spent more years than I'd like to admit not truly embracing who I am, particularly as a believer and child of God.<br />
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So cheers to 2017!eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-32593010541465140062016-11-07T12:49:00.000-08:002016-11-07T12:49:13.930-08:00The Mac is BackWell, hello there, lovely readers. It sure has been a long time since I've visited this little place and shared a bit about myself. My life and training. And while I have moved on to some different things and am not actively training for a half marathon or any race for that matter, I am still trying to lead an active, healthy lifestyle. But my exercises and nutrition serve a much different purpose for me now than to just lose the baby weight or win a fitness competition. I am striving for overall health and wellness. But what does that look like?<br />
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This will look different for each person. My definition of health and wellness is to finally make peace with my body. To love it for all the amazing things it has done along with what it can and will do. And yet, even though I know all this, I have been struggling recently. I used to look in the mirror and feel confident and pleased with what I saw looking back at me. And the road to get there has not been an easy one. But somewhere along my journey, I've taken a detour. I've let that negative little voice takeover my inner dialogue. Now when I look in the mirror, I think about the parts of me that "need" to change. Or how I shouldn't have eaten that candy bar. I have learned when to say "ENOUGH!" But it doesn't take long for that kind of negative self talk to take root and start to grow. And the longer you listen to it, the longer you let it hang around, the more it grows. And the harder it is to stamp out.<br />
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Currently, I'm not working out. I started a new workout program and after one week, was diagnosed with a strained hip flexor and glute muscle. While in physical therapy to fix, and hopefully prevent any future issues, I may have strained a muscle in middle back. Needless to say, I am frustrated. And sore. And want to cry. Yes. Things could always be worse. I started my second week of physical therapy and am beginning to feel less pain during and after the exercises. Hoping this will continue and I can slowly start incorporating some more movement back in to my day in the form of some modified PiYo and swimming. Or maybe biking. Only time will tell. So wish me. And it's good to be back.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-42880439490936423802013-11-22T20:18:00.001-08:002013-11-22T20:18:52.801-08:00Fabulous FridayWednesday, hubby and I celebrated 9 years together. 9 YEARS he's been putting up with my insanity and insecurities. And for 9 YEARS he has been my biggest cheerleader, strongest support and hardest kick in rear (figuratively of course). I am so excited for the adventure that awaits us!<br />
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Then the next day, I had an awesome run! First one since September, so I think my little funk/slump may be coming to an end. And my body is recovered and ready to get back to it. Very proud of that run and I will probably be on the treadmill for now.<br />
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So, yeah. This is a pretty fabulous Friday that is shaping up to be a great weekend!!!eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-1903243985213264232013-11-20T03:00:00.000-08:002013-11-19T19:37:15.824-08:004 Months of FunkThe best way for me to get out of this little funk I've been in is to just give myself a nice big SHOVE!<br />
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At one point last week, a good friend of mine, who happens to be a Beachbody coach, mentioned he was doing another Biggest Loser style challenge group. If you remember, this was one of the challenges I participated in earlier this year. This time, wanted to run the group for 90 days beginning in the middle of November. And I thought, "What better way to stay motivated through the holidays. Why not?!" So, I signed up. Yes, I have let myself go during this little funk I've been in. And yes, I have set a very lofty weight loss goal. But ultimately, this is about setting good habits. And those habits need to be ones I can stick with in the long run!<br />
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Last year, when I attempted these challenges, I did a completely overhaul of my workout schedule and my diet. And while they were successful in helping me see the results, they did not become my lifestyle. I do love to strength train and lift those heavy weights, but spending an hour to an hour and a half every day just does not work well for me. And then there was the diet. I followed a diet written by a fitness model, and while I do admire her physique, I do live in the real world. I firmly believe in eating whole foods, but I also believe in moderation. So this time around, I am tracking macros - calories, fat, carbs and proteins. And I am attempting to restore my relationship with food. I have always been an emotional eater. Add to that how psychotic I got last time around about the food I was eating and yeah, I think you probably have an idea of where this might be going. So, this time around has a bit of a theme. And that is moderation!<br />
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I recently read somewhere that while some people believe it takes 21 days to create a habit, it may actually take 3 times as long. I've got 90 days plus the support of some incredible people.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-21948970262851681792013-11-06T17:30:00.002-08:002013-11-06T17:30:42.448-08:00Here I Go AgainThings have been very quiet here. With the lack of running, I've honestly been a little bit of a fog and a funk that I cannot seem to shake. Not that this blog was started with the hopes of being a running blog. It just happened because it was something I was doing. And aside from parenting, was the most exciting part of my day. <br />
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Things on the parenting front have been uberbusy. Skadew started 1st grade, which is a bit more involved than kindergarten. We finally have a set schedule for schooling, but I can't seem to get myself into a regular rhythm or schedule. It's been a little tough going. And hence, the blogging has started to suffer. I think it's been more than a month since my last check-in. And I had such brilliant things planned. So, I guess there is no time like the present to get restarted...AGAIN!eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-25505415060157567932013-09-04T17:00:00.000-07:002013-09-04T17:00:02.843-07:00HiccupSo, I kind of dropped off the face of the planet for a little while. No sooner had I blogged about my return to the blogosphere, that I injured myself running. And let me tell you, I was extremely pissed! But more on that later. The half is now almost one week away, but I've been spending my time on the elliptical and biking. <br />
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And I've rekindled my love affair with yoga. Hubby got me <a href="http://tarastiles.com/">Tara Stiles'</a> This is Yoga DVD series for Christmas. A few months ago, she released a monthly yoga practice that incorporates two yoga classes from the DVDs per day. My goal for the month of September is to make it through month 1. I wanted to start this week, but have caught the nasty cold Skadew brought in to the house. That kind of put a damper on my practice. So I've pushed it off until next week. Quite a few of the classes have been done in the weeks since my injury. I particularly enjoy the bedtime and morning routines that are done in bed. I actually feel calmer and more centered. Plus, when I start my day with some yoga, I tend to make healthier food choices during the day. Anywho, I will update you all on that fascinating experience.<br />
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For now, I have been coping with the idea that my half next weekend may not happen, this would be race #3. Or that I could start it and then have to take my first DNF. Or I could run another 3 hour half marathon. Or things could turn out better than I imagine and I will rock it! Either way, my amazing physical therapist has already prepared me for the idea of pain and swelling. And that's a scary thought.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-56592569234904734852013-08-02T18:25:00.000-07:002013-08-02T18:25:37.527-07:00Don't WorryI've gone back and forth constantly about whether or not I want to continue with this blog. I <i>thought</i> I had ultimately come to the decision to not keep writing here. Then, hubby and I went running together on vacation, and got some pretty awesome pictures. I wanted to be able to share them, so changed my mind. I want to continue with this little venture, even in my inconsistent little way. So for the time being, you all are stuck with me! Ha! Lucky you!eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-64949053921218978182013-06-26T05:00:00.000-07:002013-06-26T05:00:07.154-07:00One Top of Spaghetti: Pasta Run and Kids Noodle Run<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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The race was followed by a dinner. Some people from my running group had mentioned this is one race they would pay to eat and watch. And the food did not disappoint. Pasta, soft pretzels, salad, hot dogs, cookies and some of the best ice cream!</div>
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eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-26584609654183801132013-06-03T04:00:00.000-07:002013-06-03T04:00:05.360-07:00New DayNot sure if anyone else out there has managed to fail as epically as I have at keep New Year's Resolutions. Looking back, I feel as though I may have been too ambitious and set a lot of goals. Which was fine. But, I honestly needed to be setting little goals for myself during the months that followed. And, well, that hasn't really happened. But it's a new day! So with this being the start of June, I have decided to set some goals for this month.<br />
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1. <b>Read for 15 minutes a day. </b>I unfortunately, find myself wasting a lot of time of my downtime either watching pointless television shows or browsing Facebook, Pinterest, etc. I know I'm not alone here. And I don't have anything against social media or television. It's just my list of books I want to read is getting longer and longer. I feel as though I'm not even putting a dent in it. I'm hoping by sticking to this, I can cross a few of those books off my list.<br />
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2. <b>Strength train at least 3 days a week.</b> In the past, I have been strength training about 5, sometimes 6, days a week in an effort to build some lean muscle. Now that half marathon training will be starting, my goals have changed. I just want to keep myself out of the PT office. So, I am cutting back a bit with my main focus to be strengthening my legs and core. I'm hoping this will help me stay healthy and keep my legs strong.<br />
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3. <b>Limit sweets and treats to 10% of daily calories.</b> I have lost base a bit with my clean eating habits. My ultimate goal with this particular one is to find balance in my diet again. I don't want to become someone who shuns all food that's not considered clean. Life is short and I want to enjoy myself. But, I have been binging and it's left me feeling lousy. While I don't want to start counting calories again, I can keep myself under control knowing that I can have one reasonable portion of some sort of sweet or treat. And I will keep cupcakes and frappucinos for after races.<br />
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4. <b>Start each day with quiet time.</b> I know the benefits of meditation. And I have always wanted to start my own practice. I figure now would probably be a great time for that. I also have a study a friend had given me for Christmas. If I don't make the time first thing in the morning, it never happens.<br />
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So this is what I'm shooting for this month. I'll let y'all know how it goes.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-59800078045987533272013-05-31T18:30:00.000-07:002013-05-31T18:30:28.135-07:00Fabulous Friday: DivaMy original plan for this year was to not do any long races. I would focus on 5k's plus a few 10k's, with the <strike>hope</strike> plan of getting faster. Not longer, I followed the women of <a href="http://www.team-sparkle.com/meet-the-girls/">Team Sparkle</a> and the fun time they had at the <a href="http://www.runlikeadiva.com/Events/Divas_Half_Marathon____5K_-_DC_s_Wine_Country.htm">Diva Half Marathon</a>. Seeing their pictures really made me wish I could run one. Guess who was at the expo a few weekends ago? And guess who is running the Diva Half in September with Big Sis? I mean let's be serious. Who wouldn't want to run a race that offers boas, tiaras and champagne?<br />
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I am already so excited for the weekend and the race. I've got my training plan picked out and on the calendar, decided what I'm tentatively going to wear (yes, I think about that this soon after registering), and planning strength workouts. I am determined to stay out of the PT office and run a new PR this year!!<br />
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Since it's been only been over for, oh, 2 months, I guess now is as good a time as any to share my thoughts on The Transformation Challenge that I mentioned <a href="http://randomlyvocalizing.blogspot.com/2013/02/random-mash-up-of-thoughts.html">here</a>. The entire experience was awesome! I finally got into great shape and developed clean eating habits. I feel amazing! Here's a few things that happened/I learned:</div>
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1. <b>Saw major changes in my body.</b> While I was left with some extra fluff after the birth of my children, I soon realized how quickly my body responds to consistent weight training. And for the time in a long time, that's the key to how I managed to lose inches. I was consistent.</div>
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2. <b>Eating clean, whole foods.</b> Hubby and I rarely eat processed foods. With him being a T1 diabetic, there are just certain foods we rarely bring into the house. During the challenge, I really put my foot down when it came to eating. And we were that much better for it! Personally, I didn't feel the sudden tiredness I was used to feeling midafternoon, was having fewer breakouts, and lost the taste for a lot of prepackaged/processed foods. I don't feel like I was becoming an annoyance when it came to food. If I knew were going somewhere where my food options were limited, I would bring something. I actually made myself a priority. It felt good.<br />
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3. <b>Do not want to compete.</b> Don't get me wrong. I have A LOT of respect for figure, fitness, and bikini competitors. They put in tons of work for it all to come down to <b>ONE MOMENT ON STAGE</b>. Essentially that's what this competition came down to for me, and I opted not to post my after images and story. I will be totally honest here and admit that as the final weeks came close, I started to wind down. About halfway through the competition, I realized the length some people would go to in order to win. Taking fat burning supplements with all kinds of health warnings, tanning, being ultra stingy about what foods they consume by cutting out fruits because of carb/sugar content, doing excessive amounts of cardio. These aren't lengths I am not willing to go to in order to win. I know in the realm of figure, fitness and bikini competition, there are those who have gone to these lengths. And paid the price. If I were to ever pursue a bikini or figure competition, I would want a coach and nutritionist who would not recommend doing such things. I think it's completely absurd to damage ones body in pursuit of a prize. I would not want my daughters to grow up thinking treating your body in this way is acceptable. It needs to be fueled with the foods it craves. Not punished to fit a certain mold. Sorry for that rant.<br />
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4. <b>Quest bars are kinda gross.</b> I think I am one of a few people who do not enjoy Quest bars. During the competition, I went away on a girl's weekend. I purchased a few bars so I would have something to enjoy that would not totally throw off all my hard work. I felt nausea after eating them, probably the stevia, and did not enjoy the texture. Ended up choking them down with a large glass of water. Recently, I have sampled the chocolate chip cookie dough and fell in love!<br />
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5. <b>Balance is key.</b> Although being consistent helped, I wished there had been a bit more balance. Hubby and I enjoy spending our time together at the gym. Our gym offers child care, and the kiddos love it. So we take full advantage. We can sign them in for a two hour block. And during this competition, we used the whole two hours. And that was usually only the strength portion of the workout. I would spend at least a half hour beyond that time fitting in my cardio. It kind of sucked because I was pretty tired. It only ended up lasting three months, but I was glad when that ended. It's not something I could/would want to keep up for the whole year.</div>
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6. <b>Hate, hate, hate tracking calories.</b> Did I mention I loathe tracking calories? But I did. Every day. And it helped. But it's so tedious. At first, you have to weight and measure <b>EVERYTHING</b>. It will eventually get to the point where you can eyeball it and be about right. But, I got a little OCD and continued to weight and measure. And when I do log my calories, I enjoy writing it down on paper. Even though it's wasteful (and there's an app that not only tracks calories, but provides macros), I find it easier.</div>
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Since I learned so much about myself, I'd say this experience was a success. Even if I didn't win or ended up not submitting my after stuff, I am a winner. Yes, cheesey, I know. I may even enter the competition again for 2014, and submit my photos! </div>
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For now, I've joined up with the <a href="http://whatsbeautiful.ua.com/">Under Armour What's Beautiful</a> campaign. I've got two goals to kick things off: New 5K PR (looking for sub 28) and 5 unassisted pull ups. I'll keep y'all updated on the progress. It keeps me happy because I can still focus on running and strength training.</div>
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Last weekend I ran the Marine Corps Inaugural Historic 10K in Fredericksburg, VA. Aside from this being the first Historic 10K, it was also a weekend of firsts for me!</div>
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The first time registering for a race the MONDAY prior. Big sis registered for the Historic Half and BIL registered for the 10K months ago. I was originally planning to do a bike ride with my tri training group. I guess now would be a good time admit that I haven't been on bike in years. I need to get it tuned and retro fitted and have been putting it off. Now I need to get on that. But I digress. I decided a 9 mile road ride would not be a good first time experience on the bike. 9 miles on a stationary/spinning bike are so different from being on the road. I decided my time would be better spent running with Big sis and BIL, so I signed up.</div>
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The first time running a race with very little actual training. Two weeks prior to this race, I ran the <a href="http://www.broadstreetrun.com/">Broad Street Run</a> in Philadelphia (I promise that race recap is coming). A few days after the BSR, my sweet little germ magnets passed their sinus infection and sore throats my way. Just when I was starting to feel normal again, I registered for the Historic 10K. I then commented to hubby that it would just figure, I would probably end up sick. I should have knocked on wood. My training plan was to do some strength training as well as repeat the final (taper) week of the training I used for the BSR. Of course, it didn't go as planned. I managed one strength training session, legs with loads of squats, and one run, intervals at the track. My sore throat and sinus issues came back full force! I spent the rest of the week resting, taking zinc and drinking copious amounts of Emergen-C, water and Nuun. My main goal was just to finish.</div>
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The first time staying in a hotel prior to a race and traveling without hubby for a race. I have only done one race where I was able to sleep in my own bed the night before. So I'm very used to traveling for races. I know to what to pack and usually pack way more clothing than I need for the race. I like to be prepared for race day. One thing I typically do not have to pack is my own food. For this trip, I packed an entire bag with my own food and snacks for the trip. I went with what I knew would not upset my stomach, not going to make that mistake twice. Ended up 2 packets of instant oatmeal with a banana with a side of Nuun, which ended up being consumed in the car on the way to the race. I did stress that I had forgotten something, but ended up having everything I needed for race day. Even a change of dry clothes.</div>
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The first time arriving late to the start. So yeah. The morning of the race, we probably should have woken up a lot earlier than we actually did. But we ended up getting back to the hotel later than expected the night before because we ate dinner later than intended. Oh well. We thought we were leaving in enough time, but no one could foresee the amount of traffic we would meet getting to the start. I-95 was totally backed up and we pulled into a parking space with minutes to spare before the 7am start. BIL and I parted ways with Big Sis (her start was in front of where the expo was held) and got our warm up in running to catch the shuttle. There were many others who got in the line behind us, so I didn't feel quite as anxious. </div>
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The first race Skadew got to see. She had just as fun a time as we all did. She made a special sign for her Auntie and Uncle, even included a snake to encourage Big Sis to run faster! Skadew even had the chance to run Big Sis to the finish line.<br />
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The first race running "with" a celebrity. Prior to leaving the hotel for the expo, I learned Sean Astin was running the Historic Half. Unfortunately, I never did get to see him. But we ran the same course. I just finished before he did! I wonder how many people asked him to carry them up Hospital Hill since he carried Frodo up that mountain. Ha!!</div>
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The race itself was a lot of fun! The Historic 10K starts at about the halfway point for the Half, which is right in downtown Fredericksburg. The historic town is beautiful and gave me something else to focus on besides that hills and turns. BIL and I agreed that we would try to stay together, but if someone felt like they had to hang back, the other can keep going. After about a mile, because we started off way too fast, I had to hang back. BIL kept going and I got discouraged. There was about a half mile where I wallowing in self pity before I realized how much I missing out on the race experience. I decided since this was my first 10K and therefore a PR, I would just enjoy the experience. I chatted with and encouraged other runners. I interacted with spectators. I thanked Marines along the course for their service.</div>
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The toughest part of this race were the hills. It was a much hillier race course than I am used to running. Thankfully, though, my training routes do incorporate some pretty significant ones so I didn't feel too out of my element. The "Big One" for this race is Hospital Hill. And it was pretty intimidating because it starts as a little climb, then you turn a corner and there's the rest. It turns and is a little steep towards the top. I glanced at the top, then put my head down, brought my arms in close and shortened my stride. The entire time I reminded myself "You're here now, but soon, you will be at the top". It became my mantra. Before I knew it, I crested the hill. I joked that it was nothing more than a speed bump! But I was thankful for the flat and downhill that followed.</div>
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It was about this time I was passed by the first place finisher for the half marathon. That gave me a chuckle! The end was getting close. All that stood between me and the final stretch was one last hill that I killed!!!! While the final stretch did not seem as long when riding in a car to the expo, it seemed much longer when you're so close to finishing and are getting side stitches. I did not let those slow me down!!!! I pushed! I earned my medal, which was placed on my neck by a Marine. There were also Marines handing out post race fuel.</div>
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All in all, I felt good. I loved running a Marine Corps race and am planning to run this one again next year! No joint soreness and I didn't feel nauseous afterward. I'm beginning to realize that maybe I am more suited to shorter distances like the 5K and 10K as opposed to half and full marathons. I'm not going to give up running a fall half or my dream of one day doing a full. My focus is now changing to the shorter distances and getting speedier!</div>
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341 out of 774 overall<br /><br /><b>Have you ever made a last minute decision to register for a race? Ever run a Marine Corps race? What are your running goals?</b><br />
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eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-60744832481385642292013-03-22T19:59:00.000-07:002013-03-22T19:59:42.641-07:00Right HereI am still here, just haven't really had much to write about since this was a pretty laid back week. After Schleppy being sick for what seemed like entire month of February and ran into most of March, I finally came down with a little something earlier this week. I was pretty happy considering I hadn't been too sick this winter. I had one case of a nasty cold back in January that had me out for a few days, but no biggy. We spent most of the beginning of the week at home, only leaving for important things like running to the grocery store because Mommy didn't realize how low we were running on a few staples. So yeah, like I said, pretty laid back week without workouts (strength training or running or yoga) and trying to sneak in naps when I can.<br />
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Next week, I plan to be back at it! Back in the gym, on the road and on the mat. I may even decide to take a yoga class at a yoga studio! Or I might just do something really crazy and go to the classes already included in my Y membership. Which is probably a good idea since it is week 12, the final week to the Transformation Challenge. And I will have some thoughts to share about that.<br />
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Either way, hoping for a relaxing weekend with the fam. Hope you all have a fun weekend! Let's chat on Monday.eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-75881121682369212442013-03-20T06:39:00.002-07:002013-03-20T09:08:27.617-07:00Race Recap: What Doesn't Kill You Makes YouThis past weekend, I ran my first 5K in 4 years. A mostly flat course in a business park. The runners make two loops: once around the large loop and once around the smaller loop. I've changed a lot since that very first race back in May of 2008. For one, I am a more consistent runner. I'm logging miles and I actually consider myself a runner. And two, it took time for me to realize that taking time to take care of myself was not selfish. It actually benefited me and my family. I didn't have much of a goal for that race. It was mostly just to finish. I didn't think I could set a loftier one for myself. This time, was a lot different.<br />
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Making the decision to do the Bodybuilding.com challenge was one of the best decisions I ever made. Not only have I lost weight and gained some great muscle definition, I gained tons of confidence. I have realized how strong I really am! And after a 5 miles with hubby that went better than planned, I wanted to run this race in 30 minutes. All those dead lifts and squats with heavier weights have really made an improvement in my running!<br />
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I was pretty nervous the night prior to the race. I don't mind half marathons because I love slow and steady. With 5Ks, you pretty much go and go and go! There really isn't much chance for letting up. Doubt started to creep in and I wasn't sure I would be able to hang on to a 10 minute/mile pace. Then a last minute check of the weather caused that doubt to further creep in. They were calling for a terrible mix of snow and sleet. Conditions sounded gross and not very conducive to running this race the way I wanted.<br />
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Race day came and I found myself dealing with a nervous bladder. We got to the race site, and there was no sign of precipitation. We got our bibs and waited. I visited the restroom several times during this wait. Then it was time to line up. Nerves were really setting in and I wanted to cry. Then, the race is off.<br />
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Of course, I got caught up in the excitement with the light snow that had started to fall and started with a pace I thought was too fast. Still, I kept it up. <br />
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I peeped at my watch several times during the race and it was as fast as 8:30 and as slow as 9:30 for a while. I was breathing hard, but feeling good. <br />
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When my watch beeped for Lap 1, it was in 9:20. Wow, I was pretty happy. Didn't realize I had subconsciously started to speed up. <br />
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As we circled around to finish the first loop, the first place finisher was coming through the shoot with a time of 16: something. It was a little disheartening since I still had to run the smaller loop. Someday, I will be there. Or at least finishing first for my age group.<br />
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Watch sounded for end of lap 2. Time was 9:02. Fastest mile time! Holy cow!<br />
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Finally made the turn to finish the small loop and it was up a slight incline. My legs were done. They didn't want to move anymore. My head kept telling me to just stop and walk. I protested. I knew if I did that, I would lose my momentum and not finish in 30 minutes. I kept pushing. The dead feeling in my legs went away. <br />
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I found a guy I had been playing "I'll pass you then you pass me" with and stayed on his left shoulder. I tried not to be too close so I wouldn't break his concentration.<br />
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Finally, I made the final turn and saw hubby come jogging toward me. I was expecting him to cheer on from the sidelines. He was planning to run me in, which made me so happy!<br />
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I gathered up the last of my strength, willing myself not to trip, and gave it my all. I don't remember what the "official" clock said. I was too concerned with not running in to the woman in front of me who just stopped at the finish!!! A big pet peeve! Here is what my Garmin said<br />
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So stocked! Not only did I meet my goal of 30 minutes, I KILLED it with a PR! Woot!<br />
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Here's the "official" numbers:<br />
Finishing Time: 28:44.7<br />
Average pace: 9:16/mile<br />
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40 out of 153 females in my age group<br />
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<br />eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228855229909403743.post-44411764830636163712013-03-15T06:52:00.000-07:002013-03-15T06:52:01.139-07:00Fabulous Friday: With YouThis weekend is something I have been looking forward to for a little while. Not only do I get to celebrate my Irish heritage, but I get to run a 5K. And I won't be running alone. I'll be joined by my sister, her hubby, two dear friends and my hubby. It's going to be fun! I'm trying not to stress too much about it, but I want to do my best. The last time I ran a 5K was back in 2008 and I ran it in about 35 minutes. I'm a much stronger runner both mentally and physically now. I'm hoping for something around 30 minutes. I've even tossed around the idea of trying to keep pace with hubby. But I could deeply regret that decision.<br />
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Anywho, I'm getting all psyched up for this fun St. Patrick's day race. I even got myself a brand new <a href="http://www.team-sparkle.com/">Team Sparkle</a> skirt partly to be festive and also as a reward for reaching a goal.<br />
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I've found that when I really need some motivation, listening to some good tunes definitely helps. My personal favorite for psyching myself up for faster and/or longer runs is Linkin Park. Love those guys! So for today, I will leave you with one song that is particularly motivating. Love the beat and it randomly came onto my workout mix during my tempo run yesterday.<br />
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On another note, I had the chance to write a guest post for a college room mate and dear friend, <a href="http://mycountrymanse.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-story-quilt-for-love-of-running.html">Joy</a>. Go check it out. And while your there, spend some time on her blog. She's got a real talent for writing and all things homemaking. Love that Canadian girl, eh!eLBiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05858623700132142082noreply@blogger.com0