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.