tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60446656544339274432024-03-14T00:19:08.394-07:002049 Miles to Chicago-landMs. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287115837422197004noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-59431538215627888312011-08-07T13:20:00.000-07:002011-08-07T13:20:43.392-07:00hello? is this thing on?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">oy vey! I have been a total slacker when it comes to posting my miles and stories associated over here... let's see in the past couple of weeks how many miles I can recall....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">last week of July:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2 miles of swimming</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">7 miles of running</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so far in August</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1 mile of swimming</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">13 miles of running (and walking in Vegas)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That will bump up the miles total a bit, but I have to admit after Julies injury I kinda lost hope that we would reach our goal.... Maybe next time, but I'll still keep tracking the miles as much as I remember :)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-52322338667484475972011-07-13T23:07:00.000-07:002011-07-13T23:07:28.102-07:00Updated Miles!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The title is correct... I finally got around to updating our mileage ticker.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are sitting at just under 350 miles. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I say "we" I use the term loosely... considering I've amassed a total of two miles in the last nine weeks. Thankfully Amey & Maria are helping us out in light of my injury or we would never make it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The good news is I can extend my bike time at the gym if all goes well at my next physical therapy session. Then I can start being a contributing member of our quest to reach Chicago-land!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXY-6oBwaxQK2LjHjDkEYdTNpohAnKvIgJpeQuJmA9cbHRIPhhBlcFj4rPbqhLTf_PFzHqBKu9OQPF1l3r8WehWqskpLb8zvWjuYDBA-FzHEuWtkhLI6GI7nMHwj4NIAiFnmIGUs6xK3h/s1600/9miles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXY-6oBwaxQK2LjHjDkEYdTNpohAnKvIgJpeQuJmA9cbHRIPhhBlcFj4rPbqhLTf_PFzHqBKu9OQPF1l3r8WehWqskpLb8zvWjuYDBA-FzHEuWtkhLI6GI7nMHwj4NIAiFnmIGUs6xK3h/s320/9miles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So here is me, just after my 9 mile bike ride...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-13334416180714079992011-05-02T17:18:00.000-07:002011-05-02T17:18:28.145-07:00News & An Addition<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As you may have read over on my regular blog, I have re-injured my ankle. How did this happen? Walking into the store on base. The parking lot has these round holes that have some sort of metal in them. My foot went in the hole, my ankle rolled, and that's that. It was feeling a little better by the next morning, so I attempted to walk around the local street fair with Mr. Husband. The street is torn apart for a construction project. Some brilliant mind thought it would be a "good idea" for people to experience the festival as they would have when it was started many moons ago... with gravel, dirt and sizeable potholes. Naturally we were walking slow and I was trying to be careful... but I didn't see a hole and rolled the ankle again. Its swollen, achy and screams at me if I put in a vertical position for any length of time. Today I have been camped out on the couch... too stubborn to drag my butt to the doctor despite saying last night I was going to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">No clue how long I'm going to be out of commission. Just because I can't get out there and run or climb stairs don't count me out. Pretty sure I can still manage to do free weights and core sets if nothing else. Hopefully I will be able to peddle a bike in a few days. Fingers crossed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">In light of the injury, this seems like a good time to add a new member to help us "reach Chicago-land." So as of today... the sassy blonde known as<a href="http://doesthisdonutmakemybuttlookbig.blogspot.com/"> Donut Butt</a> will be helping us add miles as we trek to Chicago. Yay! We are super excited to have her join us. </span>Ms. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287115837422197004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-84180711649568872112011-04-28T18:20:00.000-07:002011-04-28T18:20:36.137-07:00back at it... finally!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've had a bit of an absence from getting miles in... mostly due to just feeling like crap for about 3 weeks- I tried to do 2.5 miles on Sunday, but after just one mile my lungs hurt, and I actually felt like I might vomit. I have never gotten sick like that running so I decided to walk to rest of it. I did get my 2.5 in on Sunday, just mostly walking instead of running. What ever it is that I picked up during spring break has hung around and over stayed its welcome! I am ready for it to vacate my body- so today I <strike>drug </strike>kindly invited one of my co-workers to run with me (the whole accountability thing works for me, I knew <strong>I would do it if I</strong> invited her). We got 2.5 miles in. Not too shabby for my second run of the month!!! May will be better. I'm doing a 5k on Sunday. Everyone say a prayer that my lungs don't soontaneously combust and I think I might survive it... wish me luck! If I make it I'll have about 8 miles in for this week. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">PS- Ms. M when you feel better don't forget to add in my miles to the ticker! :) thx </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-78252750267400183342011-04-18T23:44:00.000-07:002011-04-18T23:44:18.861-07:00Things Seen on the Walk<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I logged a whopping 3.2 miles! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We had a few amusing moments along the way...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There was the "white" walkway that looked more like a Dalmatian... think seagulls near the water here. It was quite the site. Thank goodness the weather was nice & the birds were elsewhere.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Next came the so obvious you just have to giggle out loud sign that read "Danger: Falling May Result in Death" at the edge of a very high cliff. Seriously, we're pretty darn sure here that if you're old enough to read the sign you don't need someone to tell you that. Not to mention the rather large fence keeping you back from the edge. Guess ya can't be too careful though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We came across the "big" dogs with the "little" barks... or so we thought. We were walking along when from across the street we hear this yappy little bark that sounded like it came from a small dog. Looking over all we saw were two very large dogs standing in the yard. Thinking for dogs that big it sounded like a guy getting kicked in his hmmhmm... we walked a little closer. That's when we saw in addition to the two big dogs there were in fact two little dogs in the yard as well. Almost like each dog had its job: the big ones to stand there and look tough, the little ones to do the "talking."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Toward the end of the walk - as the sun was setting - we encountered some of the neighborhood deer. We have a ton of deer that roam the neighborhood. During the day its perfectly normal to see several of them out and about when we're coming or going. Pretty much any time I walk at night I assume that I will see them. When we see the deer out we jokingly call them "Breakfast," "Lunch," and "Dinner." So tonight being no exception we saw first one deer... and I flippantly called out to it... and on "Lunch" the deer turned around and looked at us. I know it was probably just reaction to the voice... but still the timing was kind of funny. Then we saw a second one a bit further away in the field. It was the third deer of walk that made the biggest impression. We see the deer milling around alot, but rarely (if ever) running . This deer - though - was trotting right along just on the other side of the fence from us. Then he leaped over the fence & bounded across the road right in front of us... maybe 10 feet away. It was totally awesome... breathtaking to watch the deer in motion that close to where we were. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It was a great walk and marks the greatest distance I have covered in a single walk of the neighborhood. Hoping the weather cooperates so we can get out there and do it again tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We're inching closer to Idaho every day!</span>Ms. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287115837422197004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-69983145284872841602011-04-10T00:05:00.000-07:002011-04-10T00:05:35.687-07:00Saturday Miles<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After too many days of having little to no miles to report, I finally got my butt to the gym. Its funny that Jen was worried about doing her part because so far she has been kicking my tush. If it was a competition, I would be eating her dust and paying up. LOL</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Getting to the gym since we got back from our trip has been next to impossible. We're down to one vehicle til Mr. Husband finds the time to get mine fixed. Between his work schedule, her work schedule and general errands there is precious little time to get there. But today, he was off & she only worked a few hours early this morning... so I got to the gym. FINALLY!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The result... 2.2 miles on the elliptical and 11 miles on the bike. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I just need another 3.8 miles on the elliptical and 14 miles on the bike to make my goal for the weekend. :)</span>Ms. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287115837422197004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-1941926874893136912011-03-30T20:37:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:37:02.253-07:0010 miles?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did it!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jWgJ75HjbsmBl26evY9ho7k1i5WE1Ncg7ljDm8amIQ8LwH5ESHDVX3CduODZVllTtgX8gQce9qmAvqaaBYgwe3c0b345eldZoWfDOwCQX2mHA2IqN3hRwb2bxRV8CHkxYPDgK8Pve_kW/s1600/weds+wo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jWgJ75HjbsmBl26evY9ho7k1i5WE1Ncg7ljDm8amIQ8LwH5ESHDVX3CduODZVllTtgX8gQce9qmAvqaaBYgwe3c0b345eldZoWfDOwCQX2mHA2IqN3hRwb2bxRV8CHkxYPDgK8Pve_kW/s320/weds+wo2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8 on the bike and 2 on the treadmill!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-66391359410263501362011-03-29T09:25:00.000-07:002011-03-29T09:25:05.269-07:0010 miles last week...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My goal for this week is to double it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Had a trip to the dentist yesterday so I didn't work out. Today I have my bag packed ready to go to the Y. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Have a wonderful day everyone!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-34015949660502881692011-03-19T10:29:00.000-07:002011-03-19T10:29:56.678-07:00what a difference a week makes...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Not in a good way though...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So I know after my great week of miles last week you must have been thinking, geez Jen, what are you worried about in that other post about "doing my part"... well this week, I have completed exactly ZERO miles! eeeek! So yeah, I'm still working on keeping myself accountable for averaging about 5 miles per day. I know that next week will be better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In other news Ms. M and I are going to be doing the Big Climb tomorrow in Seattle- I need to raise just $50 in donations, soooo you know the drill- I'm going to <strike>beg, plead, make big sad eyes</strike> ask if you will consider making a small donation. Here is the link to my fundraising page: <a href="http://www.llswa.org/site/TR/Events/BigClimb?px=1477482&pg=personal&fr_id=1160">Jen's doing the Big Climb!</a> Go Donate a couple bucks- you know you want to, and if you aren't sure here is some more info. Ms. M and I are raising money for research that will improve treatment and hopefully find a cure for Leukemia, Lymphoma, Hodgkins disease and Myeloma (that is the disease our dear BOOB sister Barb's husband Mark had). Here is the offical info....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: comic sans ms, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Big Climb is a stairclimb up the Columbia Center - the tallest skyscraper in downtown Seattle. There are 69 flights of stairs, 1311 steps, and 788ft of vertical elevation. Although it will be challenging, it pales in comparison to what blood cancer patients go through. All proceeds benefit The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.</span></span><span style="font-family: comic sans ms, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strong><br />
</strong>The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society (LLS) is the world's largest voluntary health organization dedicated to funding blood cancer research, education and patient services. The mission of LLS is to cure leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin's disease and myeloma, and improve the quality of life of patients and their families. Since its founding in 1949, LLS has invested more than $600 million for research specifically targeting blood cancers.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The scale has been cooperating even with my lack of exercise- I'm back on track with exercise though, I am thinking of going for a bike ride today, I'm gearing up to start my triathlon training, I'm doing the Danskin Women's Triathlon in Seattle this August. I know that if I don't have something to work towards that I just don't exercise. I now know that 5k's, half marathons, and depending on how things go in August, triathlons will always have to be a part of my exercise plan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, slowly but surely at this point we are still trodding our way to Chicago-land! See you in September :)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-82943037082105338902011-03-13T14:50:00.000-07:002011-03-13T14:55:22.445-07:00miles, miles, miles... it is all I think about!!Oh, my not sure that I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this! I am so happy I joined in with my pal Ms. M though, because it really helps keep me motivated to move when I know someone is depending on me...<br />
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2 big things this week to report on- I've been doing well getting miles in (thanks Ms. M for updating the ticker) due to sticking with going to the gym and eventhough I hate the treadmill it does help me track miles.<br />
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First off, I went to my first spin class!!! oy it kicked my bootay! Well really it made my legs so sore.... but I loved it! I have a friend that has been going so it made my first time so much better having someone who was willing to walk me through it step by step... she is awesome and I love working with her, so a Saturday morning at the gym is bonus time, we got to talk a little and have fun so the hour went by quickly... I only did about 11.7 miles, which is a few less than the class veterans... but hey- gotta start somewhere right?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Secondly, I have been planning on doing the St. Paddy's Dash (5k) since January, and really since I did it last year. Luckily I work with some awesome people (who also motivate me to get out and move my booty) who decided to join me this year. Typical of Washington, we had some liquid sunshine to deal with this morning (my feet are still cold from being wet the whole time) but I wore a really funny costume (people were asking me to stop on the course so they could have a picture with me) and just had fun! I still think we finished with a decent time (maybe around 40 minutes) despite the fact running in my costume was like running encosed in a giant plastic bag! I got so hot (you can see my super red face in the pictures)... maybe I sweated off a couple extra pounds though (wishful thinking, not reality I'm sure).</div><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">When I arrived at the beach I intended to stick to the "easy" trail that parallels the beach. Call me lazy, but the thought of a rocky beach and/or sinking into sand didn't really match what I had in mind for a productive walking experience. Things started out well... for a few feet. Then this.... the trail totally blocked with water. I attempted to go around the water only to end up with water to my ankle. I managed to pull my foot back very quickly and no water made it into my shoe.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">When I walk on the beach, my favorite place to walk is as close to the waves as I can get. In the winter, I try to stay dry just because its COLD. In the warmer months, I'm right in the edge with bare toes. It freaks Young Sir out because he is scared of ocean type water. But its not uncommon to find me up to my knees walking in the water. Which gives some serious resistance to the walk... especially when a larger wave comes in and you have stay upright.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">And so it was on this walk... me playing my game of cat & mouse with the water. The one where the water is the cat & I am the mouse. By the time I arrived at the beach, the tide was working its way in. The first part of the walk, I was able to skirt the waves with a little side step. That progressed into a quick little jog to avoid the waves. Which turned into a full sprint to beat the water & stay dry. Pretty soon I was running when I didn't need to be... when there were stretches of sand without too many rocks so I didn't have to worry about slipping or twisting an ankle on them. It was kind of like natures way of doing intervals. About the time I'd feel like I was going to die there would be rocks & about the time I was breathing easier it would open up to sand again.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">At about the 1.0 mile mark, it happened. The cat caught the mouse and I was soaked nearly to my knees. Talk about COLD!!! Now right then & there I could have easily called it good and made my way back to the car. Or I could have gone back to the now dry part of the trail above to avoid getting caught in another wave. I did neither. Instead, I kept walking right at the edge for another half mile or so. Sometimes outrunning the waves, sometimes falling prey to the cat. Until I came to this...</span></em></strong><br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">The walk back up the beach was when all the good intangibles happened. As I was trudging along with my heavily soaked shoes & pants I could really feel the burning in my calves. Much of the walk back I didn't bother to avoid the water at all. The resistance of the water felt really good. There were a couple of particularly strong waves that about knocked me over. That's when I decided I should go to the edge again... for the sake of my phone if nothing else, lol. </span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">I have always loved walking on the beach. I think I had possibly forgotten what a workout it can be to play cat & mouse with the water... but it really is a fun way to get your heart pumping & change things up from time to time. This was my first time ever running on the beach (unless it was to get away from a wave) and I LOVED IT! </span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">Total distance a little over three miles. Not the miles I could have logged at the gym... but sometimes its the quality, not the quantity. :)</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I went to support group yesterday from 6-7pm and right after support group I went straight to the gym where I did my miles- 2.75 total. Yay me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I've been slacking on running so much after my 10 mile week, so it was pretty rough. Today I did 3.5 miles- 2.5 running and 1 mile walking. I'm trying to improve my time and distance but I don't want to over do it. I felt pretty good today after finishing. I am so so glad that I re-joined the YMCA. I am positive I would not have gotten any exercise the last two dark, windy and rainy days with out access to the treadmill. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So onward and downward it is- oh, and if you have time give us a shout out on your blog so we can get more followers- we need to be held accountable! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Gotta get our bunz to Chicago to see all you lovelies :)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-48336459890859698132011-03-02T11:59:00.000-08:002011-03-02T11:59:26.970-08:00doing my part...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So first of all I need to give a huge shout out to my buddy Ms. M for getting this idea and this blog going. She rocks in a major way!! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Now on to doing my part, I'm not nearly as eloquent in my blogging as she is but I am both excited and terrified with what lies ahead. I don't know another way to put it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm excited because I have a goal and a partner to help me accomplish it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm terrified because I have a goal and a partner that I could possibly let down by not doing my part. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am determined though. I've been feeling blue, feeling stuck in same ol' same ol' weight range for so long. Sad because I haven't pushed myself farther, harder. I've gotten weak again, weak enough to stop thinking of my needs and always putting the needs of others first. I'm coming around though. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I owe it to my partner in this challenge and all of you- who support me virtually and in real life in this journey- to put myself first. Me first because if I don't. I will fail you and I will fail me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The first step in the right direction begain yesterday. I reactivated my gym membership. I signed up for a Kettlebell class every Thursday. I am recommitting to my physical needs for exercise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The second step- well I'm still working on it. I'm going to see my PCP about my moods, and other health issues that I think have been impacting my weightloss. The second step is harder for me because I have to ask for help. I never do that. I think I came to the realization that I have to just a couple of weeks ago. I admitted that I was lying to myself, just pretending that I was doing fine. I think I am doing okay, but I know I could be doing better- does any of that make sense? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So really- to bring it full circle, this is about doing my part. Doing my part in the challenge, but more importantly doing my part to take better care of myself so that I don't miss out on my own potential to be even more fabulous than I am today- so here's to our challenges, and here's to us ladies (and gent's too)! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Let's do this!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-63435071571369232402011-03-02T00:23:00.000-08:002011-03-02T00:23:03.488-08:00Walking in the Dark<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whether its commitment to yourself, another person, or a goal... sometimes commitment means doing something out of the ordinary. Sometimes it means doing something you'd really rather not do - or make excuses to get out of doing. Sometimes it means being flexible. Sometimes it means doing something others might argue against - because you know it will be good for you and it will be okay. Sometimes its leads to unexpected pleasures...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As was the case with my most recent walk - which added a mere 1.92 miles to our running total. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The scenario of the day allotted me time to get to the gym around 7:30pm - after dinner & Young Sir went to bed. The whole day went extremely well. Things went a little askew when I got wrapped up in taking some pics for a future blog post. Dinner for Mr. Husband & I wasn't wrapped up until almost 8:00pm. The gym is open until 10:00 so I could have gone... but I made the excuse (and yes it was an excuse) that I didn't want to do an intense workout right after eating dinner and by the time the dinner settled it wouldn't give me much time at the gym before they closed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The fact is it was a nice night - chilly but no rain - and I felt like getting out for some fresh air. So, I told Mr. Husband that I was just going to go for a walk and went to bundle up. By about 8:15pm, I was out the door. The air was crisp & damp... and refreshing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The night was... quiet. Calm. Serene. Peaceful. The streets in the neighborhood nearly deserted. There was solitude. No ipod. No electronics (other than RunKeeper running on my phone). Just me and the night... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Years ago I used to walk at night. I had forgotten how much I LOVE it. There is a sense of confidence & something oddly empowering about walking in the dark. There is also something on the verge of freedom - knowing that you can walk and walk unseen by most. Its an intriguing mix... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There were things I noticed on my walk in the dark that I never would have during the day... the garage window lined with beer bottles... the Minnesota Vikings (Mr. Husband's team) grill cover in a back yard... the treadmill in the front room of a home positioned to overlook the water (can you imagine how awesome that must be to workout on? I would walk forever just to enjoy the view)... the outline of these huge oak & madrona trees in the moonlight... the rushing sound of the waves hitting the beach below the cliff... the sound of the trolling boat cutting through the water... the way the new paths they put in connect the different sections of the neighborhood (the new ones are lighter & stand out in the dark in a way they don't during daylight hours). The differences in the same walk - from daytime to nighttime - are nothing short of AMAZING. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are fortunate to live in a community - in a neighborhood - where it is relatively safe to walk alone at night. I suppose deep in the night I would have hesitation... but still wouldn't be fearful. If anything I would fear animals more than people, lol. I know you aren't all so fortunate... but if you ever get the chance to walk in the dark somewhere that you feel safe... DO IT! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~ Ms. M</span>Ms. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287115837422197004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044665654433927443.post-3195309050786518502011-02-25T00:49:00.000-08:002011-02-25T00:49:24.114-08:00Seattle to Chicago<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to our new blog...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">2049 Miles to Chicago-land!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jen & I are teaming up to move our butts the equivalent of the distance from Seattle to Chicago between now (well a week ago) and BOOBs 2011. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That's right - our first goal is to walk, jog, run, bike, elliptical, StairMaster a combined total of 2,049 miles!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We also have the goals of completing 2,049 sets each for Core, Circuit & Free Weights.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This blog will be our joint place to write about our contributions to our combined goals. Lofty goals perhaps. But we're confident we can do this! Its just the kick in the butt we both need. And we figure we'll push each other to do our fair share... I know I don't want to be the one that makes us come up short on our miles (or any other part), lol. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We're super excited to be doing this... and even more excited to get to Chicago for real! :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We hope you'll follow us on the adventures of<span style="font-size: large;"><em> 2049 Miles to Chicago-land</em></span>!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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