I nearly died, but I did it. I went on my first actual PP run last week. I got Monster to sleep and had all of my spin stuff out and ready. Cleats by the trainer, clothes, and water. I hopped on my trainer and it just spun all willy nilly. There was practically no resistance. … Continue reading
This is so incredibly true for me. I started SMF with a plan in 2012. I promised to finish it in 2013, but got pregnant and had my first miscarriage. I should have gotten back on the wagon in 2014 – had a second miscarriage. In 2015 I set a bunch of healthy goals, HAD … Continue reading
Now that I don’t have this ginormous belly the itch to run has returned. My cravings no longer revolve around food, but around the need to feel the crisp air on my face as I settle into a long bike ride; the high from dry heaving after hill sprints; the rush from beating a PR. … Continue reading
I bit the bullet, swallowed my nerves, found my inner fathlete and signed back up for the Atlanta Track Club today. I took a long walk today with the dog and despite sweating like a whore in church (seriously – wtf is it 70 degrees in November?) remembered who I am. I am a fathlete. … Continue reading
Kevin and I picked up our race packs at the Expo on Saturday and I was feeling like a boss. I was 100% certain I was ready for the hell ahead of me. Y’all. I was not. I woke up Sunday morning feeling a bit under the … Continue reading
Petrified is an understatement. As I was falling asleep last night I sat up and looked at Kevin and said, “I should have done a 10k race before. Then I’d be more prepared.” Why? I have no idea. I’ve run nearly double the distance of a 10k during training, but for some reason I’m petrified. … Continue reading
A couple of months ago I posted on my fatty forums about needing help with going to the gym with my schedule. I got a resounding, “If it’s important enough to you, you’ll find a way.” That couldn’t be more true. A part of me was afraid of going back to the gym. Afraid of … Continue reading
9 miles. I ran 9 miles on Saturday. In addition to running 9 miles, I took a little over a minute off of my mile. I guess my interval training is working! I had a TERRIBLE charlie horse in the last mile which killed my pace. I thought it’d take me 2:40:00 to finish and it only … Continue reading
True Story: I’m struggling to find the energy the come home and run after working a 10 hour day. I’m sticking to my long runs on the weekends and walking the dog throughout the week, but honestly, I’m not doing the short run during the week. I’ve got a 4 mile run on Tuesdays that … Continue reading
I was going back and forth on my fatty forums with Sunarie, a delightful user, about if I want to do the half marathon I am registered for. I have 10 weeks to train. Training would start TODAY. Our conversation went something like this: Me: 13.1 miles of nothing but running…I hate running. I love cycling … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 