Monday, April 28, 2014

Things keeping me focused.

Right now, I'm killing it. I'm sleeping close to 8 hours, doing well at work, coming home and running/walking, then either cleaning or doing yoga or a strength workout or cooking or baking. Basically if there's stuff that needs doing, I do it, otherwise I'll get in an extra workout.

I'd love to say that it's all discipline, but I'd be a big fat liar. The reality is that there's plenty of external motivation, and a bunch of safeguards. I recently got my Very First Smartphone, and downloaded a cleaning app and a few fitnessy apps that are reminding me to run. I'm using Nike's running app to get in shape for the Warrior Dash, and Fitocracy to help me level up my all-around fitness.

The best part about the apps is that I get pointless internet points, and can compete against others with them. For some reason, knowing that I'm getting beat, even if a person  is like, 40 levels ahead of me is making me push myself. Right now, my arms are dead because I wanted to complete a quest. Meaningless Points!!!

My other favorite new fitnessy thing cost money (okay, my cleaning app cost $2 as well). It's a fitbit, and I love it. My favorite thing is the sleep tracker, which I initially thought wasn't a thing I wanted. It not only lets you track your sleep from when you tell the app you went to sleep, but it also uses the wristband to note when you wake up (like when the dog has to go out at 3 a.m.) or when you're restless. I realized that I grossly overestimated how much sleep I was getting, and now I have an alarm set on my fitbit for 9 p.m. Every night at 9 p.m., it vibrates. This is way more discreet than an actual phone alarm, and because I can't figure out how to let it know I am aware of the alarm, it vibrates again in 15 minutes. It's perfect, because the first set of vibrations tell me that I need to wrap up whatever I'm doing, and the second set it like "GO TO BED NOW". It's made waking up at 5:45 more bearable.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

One Step Forward, One Ankle Busted

While working on getting ready for the 5k obstacle race that I signed up for, I decided that I should take the Special Needs Dog with me. She was abused in a former home, and her anxiety is crushing. She does better with exercise, so I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone.

She is, bar none, the worlds WORST running buddy. She cut across me, stopped, ran around, wrapped the least around me, and flipped out at everyone. I noticed a slight pain in the back of my ankle, but shrugged it off, did an Insanity workout, and went about my day. The next day, same story, only by the time I went to bed, the pain was bad enough that I was limping.

It didn't get better, so I took off the next few days. When I was ready to run again, I got Special Needs Dog and my husband and started running. I got two houses down the street before I was limping. We ended up taking Monster Dog and Special Needs Dog on a walk, and went for a walk today. It's been killing me

Talking to my husband and a running enthusiast coworker, I realized several things:

  1. Running in toddler-age shoes is bad. Seriously. My coworker asked about the age of my shoes and I realized that I was using the same sneakers that I had during the London Olympic Games. (whoops!). So the shock-absorbtion is gone, the rubber is dried out, and I'm an idiot. 
  2. My viewpoint on working out is messed up. It's either all or nothing, and if I miss a workout, I end up trying to "make it up" by doing a second workout the next day. And so on. Basically, I'm guaranteed that I'll be injured and/or burned out. 
So I'm working to make changes. But right now, I'm just RICE-ing.

Monday, March 24, 2014

What Have I Done?!

Since the holidays, I've managed to get back on track with my whole 30. I even bought cookbooks so that I have actual meals to cook and am not just throwing meat and vegetables together, and having awkward flavor/texture combinations. (Also, how many dogs did I have last time I posted? There are two now. They enjoy putting each other's faces in their mouths.)

When it comes to exercise, I'm still not off the couch. Literally, I'm writing this from the couch. I've been toying with the idea of just signing up for a challenge, with the knowledge that I will train my ass off through sheer competitive-ness. What I lack in discipline, I make up for in competitive drive. Competition is what got me through a Very Prestigious University in 3 years with a B+ average. Competition is what is getting me to spend 8+ hours this week cleaning (seriously. I'm competing with people who have clean/organized houses. They don't know we're competing, but it's on like Donkey Kong). I stopped going to yoga classes after I injured myself trying to go further into the pose than anyone else. And I'm listing this to prove that I'm more competitive than you.

Fortunately/unfortunately for me, my sister-in-law is a complete badass, and is doing the Warrior Dash this summer. She's also done a Tough Mudder and got me to try the Whole30. She's also nothing but supportive. So now my husband and I are doing a Warrior Dash with her. Now, I have no intention of competing with her, I just want to finish in an hour. Ish. My husband has already said that he'd stay with me during the run, so there's that.

I'm still worried. I have enough time to train, but no time to mess around about it.And I could publicly humiliate myself.