The heart of the matter…
Disappointment.
That is the overwhelming feeling in my heart. I have received email after email, and message after message stating that I have encouraged other people to make goals and get off their dead asses and start doing what is right by their body.
I’ve had to make a really tough decision that really makes me feel horrible, but there is just no way around it.
I will not be racing in the Independence Day 10k on July 4th.
Yea, I feel like a big hypocrite, because I’ve pumped this up, and had this amazing training plan, and was working with Tom (from www.runnerslounge.com) on my training, and posting running check ins and I just feel like total crap.
I grossly underestimated how difficult it would be to cram a whole summer semester of grad school into 3.5 weeks before embarking on an international trip, and while completing an internship. I had know idea that I would be working from 4-9 or 10 every night after work. I had know idea that I would get sick from either fatigue, stress, or both, but I have. I’m glad I got antibiotics when I did, because I’m finally starting to feel better.
I love running, and am so happy that I started this process, but the timing of this race is, and always was piss poor. It was stupid timing and stupid planning on my part.
I feel like I’m letting everyone down.
I know I could go, and run part-maybe even most of it- but that isn’t what I set out to do. I know that it isn’t how it should be, and I know that I will likely push to hard and injure myself because I haven’t been able to get the long runs in that I needed to.
I feel if I write too much more, it will just sound like excuses. So, I think I’m going to just leave it at that. I’ll be running a 10k in the coming months, but right now, my body is begging me to rest and relax, recover and prepare for the upcoming trip.
So that is the deal. I’m not running it. I won’t be surprised if you’re as disappointed as I am, but I hope you will support my decision and will root for me when I run 6.2 after my trip.
Good Night.
Back to work (sorta)…
Well, tomorrow, I go back to “work” tomorrow. I’m not mad about it, actually, I’m pretty excited. I know that I’ll have the opportunity to learn a lot, and I know that it won’t be that bad.
See, tomorrow, I start my summer internship. In order for me to graduate in August, I have to log a bunch of hours of field experience. While it is a little bit backwards (because I already have 3 years of teaching experience under my belt), it is still part of the process. So, tomorrow, I’ll go in and assist a teacher, as she prepares for summer school which starts on Tuesday.
It will be kinda cool to be an assistant, because I’ve never been in that role in the classroom before. I just hope that I can be helpful.
In other news, time is REALLY flying towards Spain… I’m working to get my to do list fully fleshed out, but there are so many different facets of that to do list, I keep getting distracted.
There are a bunch of lists, but they fall into specific categories…
- Packing stuff
- Conference stuff
- Itinerary stuff
- Traumatic Brain Injury Class stuff
- Internship stuff
- Before-I-leave stuff
- Money stuff
- Fitness stuff (10k RACE IS ON JULY 4!!)
Basically, I just want to get it all done in time. I’m sure I will, but I definitely will be summoning my very best organizational skills to manage it all!
One more thing, I was going through the “tennis day” pictures from my 20 lbs progress picture post, and I found one I meant to share with you. I should explain and disclaim that I am not a tennis player… my sweet husband is, but I merely go to try my best.
With that in mind, d always tries to teach me tennis skills, and while I’ve improved a lot, there are still areas that I am painfully bad at… Case in point, this sweet shot was captured when I attempted a serve… badly.
Please note where I’m looking, where my racquet is and where the ball is. No bueno. hehe.
Anyway, we had fun… Have a great Monday, everybody.

She’s my [beefy] cherry pie…
So, husband and I had our splurge night tonight. We ended up running to the grocery store to get something sweet, and the deal is that we can eat whatever we want…
So, I picked up one of those hostess cherry pies, you know, the little pocket pie thing… I used to eat them FOR BREAKFAST sometimes in college.
Well, I opened the package and took a bite… no big deal…
Then hubs said, “woa… have you looked at how many calories are in this thing”
to which I replied, “well, I know it is a lot, but that is what splurge night is about!”
I couldn’t resist the urge to check so, I looked… 480 calories for the pie. Of course, since I was already looking at the back, I started skimming the ingredients list… big mistake…
The word “beef” crossed my vision. WTF?! Turns out these pies can be made with all sorts of shortening including soybean or even “beef fat”
Surprisingly enough, I somehow convinced myself that I deserved another bite… I started chewing, and my teeth hit something hard… You know how that sometimes happens with sausage or hotdogs? It was… un real.
I looked at him and said… “I can’t eat this… I’m strong enough NOT to eat this.” and chucked it.
I can’t imagine eating one ever again….
Have any of you ever had any food freakout moments?
1 Month to Spain CHALLENGE!
I wanted to quickly add that my google readers did miss out on the pictures posted at the end of my Bloomin’ 4 Mile race report, so if you wanna see them all, you’ll need to actually come to the site.
So, I have 1 month until I take my amazing summer trip. This trip is going to be about 1/8 amazing work for my professional career, 1/8 harry potter fan girl ness, 1/4 trip to paris, and 1/2 immersion into Spanish culture and joy at seeing my lola.
I’ve decided that since the first part of the trip will be in Alicante, on the mediterranean coast, and I’ll have to wear a swimsuit, I’ll go a bit extra with my training for the next month.
I hereby PLEDGE to continue running 3 days per week, and to also do 5 days per week of the 30 day shred video. I can split them up however I want, and all of that, but I WILL do it. This is a good accountability test! I need you guys to help keep me on track!
The count down has finally begun! I’m sooooooooooooooo excited I can hardly stand it!
Spain, here we come!

Hey guys, sorry that this race report is a little behind schedule…
So, The Bloomin’ 4 Mile is a club race put on by the Dallas Running Club. It is at a pretty and woody lake in Dallas, and was well attended.
There were something like 500 runners at this race.
When I woke up in the morning, I wasn’t entirely sure it Daron would be coming. After all, it was just a “little race” and not terribly exciting, and not really a big goal race, so I had no expectations. In the end he decided to come, which meant so much to me. It really makes a difference when you have someone waiting for you at the finish line.
For breakfast I had a peanut butter and bananawich, but I kept gagging and didn’t really want it… that was weird. I also decided to see what effect caffeine would have on my race, so I went to the tea shelf. The only tea that we had that had any reasonable amount of caffeine was a box of lipton chai bags (which you would later add to milk to make a latte), which I drank black. It didn’t really BOTHER me, but I need to remember to get a tea that is a little less… spicy…
At the race, I got my bib and started stretching a little bit. I really didn’t feel very excited, and I didn’t feel like myself… so the mind games started early.
I lined up, kissed my man, and set off.
I KNOW I started at the wrong pace. I could just feel it. I’m not sure if I was feeling a need to keep up with others, or if I just misjudged, but I rectified it as soon as I could. I felt pretty much fine all the way to the turn around point at 2 miles. Right at about 2.5 miles, the trek that was downhill on the way there, was now uphill (obviously) and I decided that because I felt a little dehydrated, and a little too hot (HRM said my bpm was 194) I should walk up the hill. That took about 1.5-2 minutes.
After that, and after dealing with my “disappointment” at taking a walk break (and yes, I know I shouldn’t be upset about walking) my little heart just felt heavier. I really needed water, and knew that I wasn’t going to be getting any until about .5 miles from the finish line, so I kept going. At some point, my HR got too high again, and I decided that I would walk until I got to the 3.5 marker. This walk lasted about a minute, so I wasn’t too far from it anyway.
When I saw that sign that said .5 miles to go, I just wanted to be back to the finish so I could GET it over with! My legs felt like they weighed about 200 lbs each, and I was just all blah. Rounding the last corner, with the finish in sight, I couldn’t really even sprint to the finish!!! Daron commented later that it was the first time he saw me after the finish line that I didn’t look completely spent.
Anyway, Despite all of that, I am not disappointed in my performance… I know that some days just aren’t good running days… even RACE DAYS!
Even more disappointing than any of that, is that when I uploaded my garmin data, somehow, my race data, and data from one other training run just vanished!!! I really wanted to see my split times… oh well.
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Results and PicturesBIB 1232
AGE 25
RANK 376/430
TIME 48:06.4
PACE 12:01/M



