tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52803433443872311822024-03-13T10:24:43.716-07:00Cyndi B Running Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-67676527489443297492015-08-31T20:00:00.001-07:002015-09-23T17:06:09.852-07:00Getting My Head In The Game<div><br></div>I'm struggling this training season to get my head in the game. I'm used to starting over. I'm used to pushing through pain. I'm used to it not being easy. But this season has been inconsistent and discouraging. I was managing my weekday runs really well until I had to do 5 miles on the "dreadmill". My consistency began to slip and I have not managed to pull it back in. With my hubby home on the weekends, I have been able to go out to do my long runs. My new freedom came with a price, horrific shin splints. I was so bad that I stopped wearing heels and went to the doctor. His answer was take some time off, which really helped with my inconsistency. So I ... <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49op3baFIC_NpyU9_a760w6wTdheJVnSwD23gWsOcjZvS0o2EHcQxBHGiri3-8WxW7ukNDeL8-qvrfkldt-UCzFG-lZ-Qii7I9fn5cLr6xpoogSDWU_B4X5WK38lYDqgOZwaOahgePUEz/s640/blogger-image-1299115318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49op3baFIC_NpyU9_a760w6wTdheJVnSwD23gWsOcjZvS0o2EHcQxBHGiri3-8WxW7ukNDeL8-qvrfkldt-UCzFG-lZ-Qii7I9fn5cLr6xpoogSDWU_B4X5WK38lYDqgOZwaOahgePUEz/s640/blogger-image-1299115318.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">tried acupuncture. It helped, but the pain came back as soon as I ran a distance longer than 4 miles. So I... <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpzIEVuSy52vwQeXoeYjeHlLRgWIr5NlC2rmtlfKcNmNQadaf8jsGGbhpxz2E_xdXegLz82cMu1VhyL0tOsPo91qXCOYnhbAUvqNDSvKRFH2dcGsNFKZipetKyIvKt97_cDQb0og350w_/s640/blogger-image--664348102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpzIEVuSy52vwQeXoeYjeHlLRgWIr5NlC2rmtlfKcNmNQadaf8jsGGbhpxz2E_xdXegLz82cMu1VhyL0tOsPo91qXCOYnhbAUvqNDSvKRFH2dcGsNFKZipetKyIvKt97_cDQb0og350w_/s640/blogger-image--664348102.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">tried KT tape. This has helped the most. I kinda wanna wrap my whole body in this tape. The soreness came back as soon as I took the tape off. I even...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8C14EasrS5SWrF2QcNEXdq3S8jeqHsqJLrrcQeKzr9T2EzjwVlBrK-Adgbn4BLdkh7C-J4QIPwv2MXXsh4ONkik27oKhV6-P9dKWIRPevTsg3uFNTLLvl6esiI_ORmhTNu4MlFVMdPJfO/s640/blogger-image--1403148834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8C14EasrS5SWrF2QcNEXdq3S8jeqHsqJLrrcQeKzr9T2EzjwVlBrK-Adgbn4BLdkh7C-J4QIPwv2MXXsh4ONkik27oKhV6-P9dKWIRPevTsg3uFNTLLvl6esiI_ORmhTNu4MlFVMdPJfO/s640/blogger-image--1403148834.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Went to the spa and did a leg massage with hot stones. Felt amazing, but short-lived. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am staying with the KT tape for now and doing my best to get my head on straight as well. Fortunately, I have friends who force me to. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7CA4g4G8TeF43no4dAzSM91LW2zNdXb50EZbylAuMLUmF6RL7pwoGE5Ry97W9Arlelpl5suXxJ0os6ffL8KH4OvNa5DSpDYxHkHnvm-lFJjHq9sMoWaD-sEOOHm9EuOJz44HDaeLlKhE/s640/blogger-image-808962210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7CA4g4G8TeF43no4dAzSM91LW2zNdXb50EZbylAuMLUmF6RL7pwoGE5Ry97W9Arlelpl5suXxJ0os6ffL8KH4OvNa5DSpDYxHkHnvm-lFJjHq9sMoWaD-sEOOHm9EuOJz44HDaeLlKhE/s640/blogger-image-808962210.jpg"></a></div>My friend, S, invited me out for a group run when I really needed some motivation. It was a great run, very hilly and challenging. I managed to shave over a minute off of my average per mile. I felt it the next day and the next day... And the next day. š I'm trying. I really am. I just gotta get my stuff together and do it. So until then...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Peace, love, and KT tape! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div>Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-67922884272094558442015-08-22T20:42:00.001-07:002015-08-22T20:45:04.288-07:00A sixer in the bagToday was a brutal, slow six miler. I have had a crazy week and didn't get all my weekday miles in. But I really wanted to hit my 6 miles this morning. We had a late softball game last night, and I knew it was going to be rough getting up his morning. It was. (But I got a new shirt last night.) <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYnOPyagdI7F24EByCbl8c97MkUuvBlgsdlNNkw8eZyEl7abrMk2RelpXmpMJKcKm6nCdK-DmedllFw9llkiaouIUBe7ifLjwHDT0yzUiB3l4nEpd-upGgiWO9SVL1yp4kLxBic1ukd4t/s640/blogger-image-436571916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYnOPyagdI7F24EByCbl8c97MkUuvBlgsdlNNkw8eZyEl7abrMk2RelpXmpMJKcKm6nCdK-DmedllFw9llkiaouIUBe7ifLjwHDT0yzUiB3l4nEpd-upGgiWO9SVL1yp4kLxBic1ukd4t/s640/blogger-image-436571916.jpg"></a></div>Then I stepped outside and it was sooooo humid that everything immediately felt damp. It's one of those days where you have to chew your air before you breathe in. I hate that feeling! I started and it was rough. Brutal. Sometimes excruciating! But sometimes the universe sends you exactly what you need when you need it. This morning was a very social run. I was inundated with greetings of puppy kisses. I met 3 very enthusiastic new friends who gave me sloppy dog kisses. All very sweet. Then at the 3 mile mark, my right feet started falling asleep. I'd stop adjust my shoe, shake it out a little, stretch nothing helped. I powered to mile 4 and was giving up and going home when I ran into one of my favorite people, B. She told me that she didn't want to be out there either , but she had just finished her 6. She's really an amazing person, you guys! (And not just because she ran 6 miles.)She encouraged me to keep going. So I did. I found my stride about mile 5.5 and was headed back home and the wind changed direction, and the temp dropped about 3 degrees. I was looking around for Mary Poppins to appear, it was so wild out there. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sjmg0cOK8phyphenhyphenCGlIZDgPFHKvBBS7TD3v2MgsI8nse3CtTPOyHHU0NJweiB0SQS_Doqh3OWG-tjKEDC4Qqz03eSalautyruX8jELfuaNd5cbKT3wATRx8N2skCENamJBsp__GxdIKps2t/s640/blogger-image-1232592038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sjmg0cOK8phyphenhyphenCGlIZDgPFHKvBBS7TD3v2MgsI8nse3CtTPOyHHU0NJweiB0SQS_Doqh3OWG-tjKEDC4Qqz03eSalautyruX8jELfuaNd5cbKT3wATRx8N2skCENamJBsp__GxdIKps2t/s640/blogger-image-1232592038.jpg"></a></div>I hit my 6 on my way home. It felt great. It was slow and awful, but it's done. That's always a great feeling. Thanks B for telling me to stick it out. You're an inspiration! Now I'm going to stretch out and drink my smoothie. So until next time... <div>Peace, love, and sixers! </div>Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-66370854039413017022015-08-11T16:45:00.001-07:002015-09-14T18:36:38.003-07:00Slow and steady....Won't really win the race, but it'll get me across the finish line in one piece. That's the plan anyway. This week has been a little rough. I was taken off the new medication because it was causing some really adverse effects. So I'm back to just ibuprofen. I'm ok with that, but it's going to take a minute to get me back to where I was. Despite that, I had a steady run on Monday. Tuesday's run was a disaster from the beginning. It was short a few miles because I step off the treadmill to go to the bathroom and tweaked my ankle. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQxJwGbTieod_CWVoCpeZg_yKY3L0anTLp4dZhFjUsZ7gIfl2ayR3aT18jhZEDgnZ5qmFxvWKpg-Dg6I4SNRDgW94O8p4kHtV7Hxaw38ZfNzVjrivo50NQphjkxAZS74ObXPfs0IpPoya/s640/blogger-image--105358441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQxJwGbTieod_CWVoCpeZg_yKY3L0anTLp4dZhFjUsZ7gIfl2ayR3aT18jhZEDgnZ5qmFxvWKpg-Dg6I4SNRDgW94O8p4kHtV7Hxaw38ZfNzVjrivo50NQphjkxAZS74ObXPfs0IpPoya/s640/blogger-image--105358441.jpg"></a></div>So I took a few days off and came back today with a 5 mile run. It started off pretty enough. It was really nice to be outside. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfqGGUZiA1ZY2jLmy2S4UEUEIAqjvtEkjPW6ZuVTbrhnnsMunlFScceOTwygdYj-xkL59g6ClP8ZoxfKRBZuNYZsqolbxqkApjy452_L0ZVDrxaKpas4jSkJVk3Ttd7pi-4KGz5huVJaH/s640/blogger-image--6242736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfqGGUZiA1ZY2jLmy2S4UEUEIAqjvtEkjPW6ZuVTbrhnnsMunlFScceOTwygdYj-xkL59g6ClP8ZoxfKRBZuNYZsqolbxqkApjy452_L0ZVDrxaKpas4jSkJVk3Ttd7pi-4KGz5huVJaH/s640/blogger-image--6242736.jpg"></a></div>It quickly turned into a nasty, brutal run. I was a little overly ambitious and chose a hilly route. It slowed me down significantly. I knew going into the run that I just didn't have any oomph today, but I needed to get a longer run in that did not involve the treadmill. So I did it. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to feel that tomorrow. Hell, I'm feeling it right now. Afterwards, I did a little post-run yoga. The kids wanted to participate, so we broke out the extra yoga mats. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTGFKfX4NH5TKkZVqonxnAiXNL7F-L762BpOXALj6TmXA5wg5ekejtgrqcBh6l_cBPSzMmvOtrJmjQDpaG2viQLVMjE-3Oo2yCRUv65cMlFn5tetyRmZtqDVi3SqStmhT5799nNjbI3bl/s640/blogger-image-194194388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTGFKfX4NH5TKkZVqonxnAiXNL7F-L762BpOXALj6TmXA5wg5ekejtgrqcBh6l_cBPSzMmvOtrJmjQDpaG2viQLVMjE-3Oo2yCRUv65cMlFn5tetyRmZtqDVi3SqStmhT5799nNjbI3bl/s640/blogger-image-194194388.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love these two! Overall, it's not been a great week, but it's not been a horrible week either. It's just another building block to a really great run in the future...I hope. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Peace, Love, and Future Runs! </div>Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-28246104984154423302015-08-04T22:28:00.001-07:002015-08-07T17:25:41.989-07:00Don't blink or you'll miss me!So... Not really. Unless you blink really, really, REALLY slowly. However, I am steadily shaving time off my miles. Last night, I ran two sub 16 miles. This week I have consistently running sub 16. I have even run a sub 15. I <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">know that isn't Flash fast, but it shows steady improvement. I began my training running 17:00+\mile. A</span>t this rate, it is quite possible to reach my goal of 11:00/mile. I know it seems ambitious since I'm still in my lower miles, but those tend to be my hardest miles. I am having a little trouble regulating my breathing, but I am working on it. I am in a fair amount of pain lately for different reasons. But despite all these little things, I have a feeling that everything will start to click very soon. I just have to keep plugging along until it does.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> It actually felt good to hit two miles tonight. I had some kick ass power songs to push me through. It was all about the ladies last night. Brandi Carlile,Joan Jett, Florence + the Machine, and P!nk brought me home. Carly Simon and Carole King helped me cool down during my post-run yoga. Well, until my dog, Omar, decided to jump on my stomach and lie down while I was doing a bend. </span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiue26rSK3uFc-nqI1Skw552QDeqSaU-3awdVb6y1NhYzlTTdCCSEam4Cl4yY0x_0xtPc1jFh09rvH4Ym0QxjzcqxXqICTV_QIWFMitZ4KdAcbP7zSofEl6Gg0XQbL2j0wuM3JkKXDiWGE0/s640/blogger-image--309807615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiue26rSK3uFc-nqI1Skw552QDeqSaU-3awdVb6y1NhYzlTTdCCSEam4Cl4yY0x_0xtPc1jFh09rvH4Ym0QxjzcqxXqICTV_QIWFMitZ4KdAcbP7zSofEl6Gg0XQbL2j0wuM3JkKXDiWGE0/s640/blogger-image--309807615.jpg"></a>There are worse ways to end a night then puppy snuggles. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Peace, Love, and snuggle buddies! </div>Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-63572594980620147632015-07-28T22:44:00.001-07:002015-07-29T13:56:04.408-07:00Rocky Start<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2X1WavPoRlAWxZ6JH14XlSuC-e4akfXOZy4eVpdmVx7wex-nDzuEk-xmOPE5HV7d5KJZahexqNHZMxwA2IlbPSL-cqrwaqzoeNCgGgJM76MjHXHwZFVugOz461pXjQfwOu7WIlO2rGoCo/s640/blogger-image-325295390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2X1WavPoRlAWxZ6JH14XlSuC-e4akfXOZy4eVpdmVx7wex-nDzuEk-xmOPE5HV7d5KJZahexqNHZMxwA2IlbPSL-cqrwaqzoeNCgGgJM76MjHXHwZFVugOz461pXjQfwOu7WIlO2rGoCo/s640/blogger-image-325295390.jpg"></a></div>It's just the beginning of training season for me. The plan is to run the Route 66 half marathon in November, but if all goes well, I might get the itch to run a big race before then. My goal for the next race is a sub 2:00:00. My personal best was a 3:11:17 at Route 66 in 2013, so even if I just break that I'll be happy. I've been training for a couple of weeks now. My miles are still low, which sucks because the first 2 miles are always the hardest for me. It takes that long for my body to adjust to what I'm doing to it. I loathe the first 2 miles! I am looking forward to my first 5 mile. 5 is my happy number. Lately, I have been working through some pain issues. I'm in pain every day. Most days, it is manageable, but this past week has been a rough one. It is weeks like this that reminds me why running is so important to me. <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Running can give me pain, but it also gives me a sense of accomplishment. A reason to have pain, instead of just having pain. </span> It's like my therapy. There are runs when I cry during or after my run. This week I've had a couple of those. Tonight's run was one of those. I cried the minute that I stepped off the treadmill and continued through my cool down and post run yoga. I don't mind a good cry after a good run. I felt clean afterwards. Well, not clean like I didn't need to take a shower clean. Just clean. So this is my rough week, my jumping off point. My buckle up and hold in week. Yet I'm still here and I'm still going. That's all I can really do for now. <div><br></div><div>Peace, love, and better days! </div>Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-91833993002590676782015-07-27T21:37:00.001-07:002015-07-27T21:37:39.103-07:00Slippery When Wet<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ82BM9mH1t8wupweU2_TAHUgOx0sp3kCZgvXLTCveX_jstnF4QUsOOvhhzz9Ml5jYgr8J8Wa8gqDhk_bEcNBqVbDi4CVAv46BWqRRFL6XNlIRdQy-pO_K4El_lRCTIv9Ql32-cSLas7uF/s640/blogger-image--1219995182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ82BM9mH1t8wupweU2_TAHUgOx0sp3kCZgvXLTCveX_jstnF4QUsOOvhhzz9Ml5jYgr8J8Wa8gqDhk_bEcNBqVbDi4CVAv46BWqRRFL6XNlIRdQy-pO_K4El_lRCTIv9Ql32-cSLas7uF/s640/blogger-image--1219995182.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had a slow miles week. <i>And </i>I didn't get my long miles in, but.... I did get a day date with my hubby! With his traveling, we very seldom get to spend time together, just us. So we jumped at the chance to take the kids to my sister's and going slip slidin' together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYjUBSqbvsrfgMUj3NAJidIGi7YcazVB1diiEx32YkQb89n_mPqW2jIDPaO-mJfUboZnFNKGrdFQCdtQ38vYQbPHevJ6r9__CHWZ7cC4anbrHa7bKGg7xzDVKeHs9K0P65wpvRRCbpr2T/s640/blogger-image-667641482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYjUBSqbvsrfgMUj3NAJidIGi7YcazVB1diiEx32YkQb89n_mPqW2jIDPaO-mJfUboZnFNKGrdFQCdtQ38vYQbPHevJ6r9__CHWZ7cC4anbrHa7bKGg7xzDVKeHs9K0P65wpvRRCbpr2T/s640/blogger-image-667641482.jpg"></a></div>We arrived early and got a good spot in line. The line was slow the first couple of turns. Once the crowd thinned out, we started doing a slide every 5 minutes, even with the trekking required to get back to the top. I didn't get my miles, but I got plenty of steps. We managed to slide 7 times before our time was up. 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I'm doing this all crazy like, but at least I'm doing it. So here are my goals: <div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Short term: figure out a way to train without neglecting family obligations, train for the Route 66, and beat my R66 PR of 3:11. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Long term: become more consistent with training, train for the R66 Full (gasp!) Marathon next year, get a decent Full underbelt before 2019 When we do the Dublin Marathon. </span></div><div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">My training schedule is much more balanced this time and I am doing better about cross training. I am running on Monday, Tuesday,Thursday, and long on Saturday. I am cross training with yoga on Wednesdays and softball on Fridays. Once softball season is over, I plan to add weights and rowing. </font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Ambitious for me, I know, but I'm getting this done. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">As for my medical condition, it has changed too! Right now my diagnosis is "undetermined auto-immune disorder". I have begun seeing a new specialist (she's amazing) and she has already helped my pain management tremendously. We put me on a Vitamin D supplement since I was deficient, switched me from ibuprofen to Meloxicam, and have done a multitude of testing. This is the specialist that switched my sister's Dx from Lupus to Scleroderma (which we have ruled out for me so I am hoping that she can figure out what is going on with me. I feel better than I have in a while. I'm still fatigued and stiff, but my daily pain has went from an 8 to a 5. Progress! </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">So here goes my next adventure. 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I'm doing everything I can to feel like a normal, functioning human being without caving in and taking a bunch of expensive medications. I'm not saying everyone should do this, and I'm not knocking people who have to take the meds. (So save your hate mail!) I am just trying to hold off as long as possible. I know that one day my Lupus may get the best of me and I may have no choice but to take all the medications. Until then I will explore other avenues that work for me. Is that enough of a disclaimer?!<br />
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Besides I like trying new things: new hairstyles, new makeup, new books, new exercise classes, new adventures. This year seems to already be chalk full of new things. I am starting a couple of new adventures here very soon. I signed the paperwork the other day accepting a new job. I'm very excited/nervous about it. Hubs is taking on a new roll at work, which completely changes our routine at home. We have decided to try to do something new as family each month, whether it's a new restaurant, new festival, new craft project, etc. But perhaps the biggest new thing that I'm going to try is the Idle Ironman this month. My crazy friend, Jess, has talked me into signing up for this thing, where you complete the distances required in an Ironman, but you have 28 days to do it. I'm good with the running and the swimming (even if I have to put on a bathing suit, EEK!), but the cycling... ugh the cycling! I've never been much of a bike person. It hurts my bum and sometimes my hoohoo and I just don't enjoy it. But I'm gonna give it the ol' college try!<br />
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the holidays and winter weather also put a crimp in my running style. Normally I can power through, but this year time just got away from me. Between my son's birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, my sister's birthday, my husband's birthday, my daughter's, Christmas, New Year's, final steps in the adoption, and my birthday. Time seemed like it has moved in warp speed. I am pretty sure that I even had a few races in there somewhere, but I can't remember what they are. : ) OOOHH... I remember! <br />
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Hubs has been working out of town. Like WAY out of town, which makes me a suddenly single mom. I work a full-time job that requires me to be away from my children for 9 hours a day. Then we come home, do homework, cook, clean, play, visit, do sports (baseball, soccer, track, and now dance), and bathe and the envitable bed time story. At the end of the day, I'm exhausted. I could push through that if I needed to, but it's not like I can leave the kids at home by themselves while I go for a run. <br />
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Sure I have some options. I can check them out of one daycare and then check them into the daycare at the gym. I could ask my awesome running buddies to watch them for me. I could even drop them off at my mom's and go. That's when the guilt comes in. I am away from them so much and the rest of the time is spent working toward some goal (dinner, baths, homework, sports) that I don't feel like I have time to SPEND with them. So running has fallen to the wayside until I can figure out a good balance for me. <br />
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Peace, Love, and Family. Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-51533832757244377932013-07-04T10:07:00.002-07:002013-07-04T10:07:41.056-07:00New BeginningsToday is Independence Day, July 4th, the birthdate of my great country. So I find it only fitting to talk about starting over and new beginnings. <br />
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I haven't posted in quite some time. I always try to take some time off after a big race and focus on my family. So after the OKC Memorial, I took some time off from runHers and sort of running in general. I wanted to rededicate myself to my family. And then all hell broke loose. I have had some scary days in my life. The day my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. The day my daughter was born. The day the doctor said that my husband may have a brain tumor. But May 20th was the scariest day of my life to date. <br />
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I had went home early sick, but because of the weather went ahead and picked the kids up from school. We were at the house when the weatherman said to get the hell out of there. Grabbed the kids, the dogs, and the important papers and took off. I was on the highway headed north when it hit my neighborhood. By the time that I got to the shelter that we usually go to, they were showing my area on tv and I knew that my house was gone. My sister's first words to me where "Sissy, you don't have a house." Miraculously, I do have a house. Half a block more to the south and I would not. Half of my neighborhood is gone. Friends homes are gone. Our park is gone. But we have a house. <br />
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We had some structural damage and lost all of our fence and trees. But we were lucky. I know people are probably tired of hearing about this, but I need to say it. I haven't had a time to mourn. Mourn for my neighbors, my friends, my city, my state. My husband was sent out of town for work three days after the first storm. I had to handle everything on my own. Then the next storms hit, affecting a huge part of the state and hitting my house again, my city, my parent's house. And me. I was in my car with the kids and the hubs, who thank goodness was back for the weekend. And we were hit by a tornado in our car. It scooted us a little and the wind and flooding that followed ripped my wheelwells off of my Jeep. How we weren't washed away I have no idea. <br />
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Hubs is back out of town. We are fighting with insurance company and still doing repairs. Tball season has started and I am coaching this year. We are spending 4 nights a week at the ball field. I have 2 kids to take care of. I don't have time to think let alone mourn. <br />
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While repairs are being made, my bestest furbaby gets out and has been missing for over a week now. Every day I look for him and wait for that dreaded phone call, but nothing. <br />
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So today, my hubs (who's home for the holiday) suggested, nay, pushed me out the door to run. I haven't run in almost 2 months. It was a horrible run. Slow and sad. I hurt in places I forgot that I could hurt. But it felt like a new beginning. Like cleaning a slate. I got to mourn while I ran. But instead of cry, I sweat out my grief. I feel lighter. So here's to a Happy and Safe Holiday! I hope it is so for everyone. Much Love to you all! <br />
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Thank you to all the amazing volunteers that have helped get my city on the road to recovery. <br />
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If you've never ran the OKC race, we begin very near the memorial site. In the early morning dark, you can't help but notice the glow of the chairs sitting there to commemorate the 168 lives lost. There is a palpable energy that only intensifies as we observe 168 seconds of silence. This year 3 seconds were added to remember the 3 lost at Boston. Besides the Oklahoma wind, the only sounds are the whispered prayers and muffled tears of those around you. One might think that after a few years that this tradition would not be as poignant as the first time, but the opposite is true. Each year it affects my heart a little differently. This year was no exception. There was a cohesiveness, an inclusion this year among the runners that I had never felt before.<br />
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Sure we are a running family. We encourage each other and cheer. But I have never felt such a strong connection among us all as I did on Sunday. I'll admit that the day of the Boston Marathon fear entered my heart . Lots of people said that OKC wasn't "high profile enough" to be a target. But we all felt that way before April 19, 1995, too. I knew that I would still run, but wasn't sure how many others felt that way. I didn't know if I was going to let my kids participate in the kids marathon. I didn't know how safe I was going to feel. But Sunday fear was nowhere to be found. I felt like the strangers surrounding me were my family and anyone of them would protect me and I, them. It was a beautiful amazing day. <br />
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I ran the fourth leg of a relay team. It was a first for me. We ran as team Tag It Forward. We ran to honor the memory of a young man who suffered from mental health issues and to bring awareness to the lack of mental health care in the United States. We ran for Boston. We ran for OKC and the 168. I ran for my friend who is battling leukemia. And I ran for the many dedications for my run3rd family. I ran for hope, happiness and peace. <br />
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Now that I'm done sounding like an after school special, let me tell you how I did. I also want to tell you about some of the less poignant but just as awesome things that happened. Like I said, I ran the 4th leg of the relay. <br />
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It was a long 5k, which means it was over the standard 5k distance. The exchange was a little chaotic for my liking, with a mix of marathoners and relayers coming in at the same time. They would bellow out your bib number when your team mate was quarter mile out. However, there were so many marathoners coming through that we were cheering too loud to hear our bib numbers. So I didn't hear mine until my teammate started screaming my name as she came to the exchange point. My time was average for me. It could have been better and it could've been worse. I completed my section on 47 minutes. Not my best 5K time by far, but not bad with a still mending toe. Once I finished my leg, I hightailed it back to the finish line to meet up with my teammates. Your last leg was injured but soldiered on and we crossed the Finish together.<br />
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Unbeknownst to me that while I'm racing my oldest child is being police escorted during his race. T (5 years old) got slightly overwhelmed by all the excitement and veered off his race course. A wonderful police officer scooped him up and pointed him in the right direction. Then a bike cop escorted him all the way to the finish. Only my kid! He was so excited to sit in the back of the cop car and that the other cop followed him on the bike. Thank you so much to the 2 OCPD officers who helped my son. You saved my husbands life. š In all fairness to the hubs, he was expecting to get to run beside our kiddo, but was unable to. So our little boy ran his first 1.2 miles all by himself. They grow up so fast! And it better be his first AND last time in the back of a police cruiser. <br />
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I am so proud of my friends who participated in the races. I had several finish the 5K with new PRs. <br />
All of my friends who did the half marathon PR'd. And my geek twin, Aubs, finished her very first full marathon. I was so proud and I love them all. <br />
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If you have never ran in OKC, you should. It's a beautiful race in a great city. And I don't just say that because I live here. <br />
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Peace, Love, and Unity. Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-37195133929801898042013-04-18T19:30:00.002-07:002013-04-18T19:33:48.638-07:00So Much Has Happened.....So much has happened since I last wrote ...<br />
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There is so much that I want to say about recent events, in my personal life, in the running world, in the world. I just don't know that there is anything that I can say that hasn't already been said and far more eloquently than I could ever state. So I turned to the thing that I have always found comfort in (besides my family and running of course!), music. There's not a theme or a lesson to be learned from the following playlist. It's just a list of good music that I enjoy running to. It's just one of the simple things that makes life more enjoyable. We should never take the little things for granted. <br />
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<li>Just Keep Breathing - We The Kings</li>
<li>My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark (Light Em Up) -Fall Out Boy</li>
<li>Champion - The Chevin</li>
<li>Animal - Conor Maynard</li>
<li>Possum Kingdom - The Toadies</li>
<li>I Will Wait -Mumford & Sons</li>
<li>Home - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros</li>
<li>Suzie - Boy Kill Boy</li>
<li>The Kids Aren't Alright -The Offspring</li>
<li>Grace for Saints and Ramblers - Iron & Wine</li>
<li>Insane In the Brain - Cypress Hill</li>
<li>Now - Paramore</li>
<li>Symptoms - Atlas Genius</li>
<li>Run Riot -Def Leppard</li>
<li>Love Bug - Baby Bee</li>
<li>Jump Around - House Of Pain</li>
<li>Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys</li>
<li>Down With the Sickness - Disturbed</li>
<li>Calabria 2008 (feat. MIMS & Natasja) - Enur</li>
<li>New Slang -The Shins</li>
<li>Rock and Roll - Led Zeppelin</li>
<li>The Phoenix -Fall Out Boy</li>
<li>Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men</li>
<li>Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) -Eurythmics</li>
<li>Ho Hey -The Lumineers</li>
<li>Can't Hold Us (feat. Ray Dalton) - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis</li>
<li>Trains to Brazil - Guillemots </li>
<li>Longview -Green Day</li>
<li>Thinking 'Bout Somethin' - Hanson</li>
<li>Excuse Me Mr. - No Doubt</li>
<li>Low (feat. T-Pain) - Flo Rida</li>
<li>Sabotage - Beastie Boys</li>
<li>Home - Phillip Phillips</li>
<li>Just Got to Be - The Black Keys</li>
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Peace, Love, and Savoring the Moments. Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-78484675961540931812013-03-01T18:26:00.001-08:002013-03-01T18:26:06.634-08:00It's No Fun Having to Start Over, But...There is a motivational picture/saying that I see often that says something like: If you don't want to start over, stop quitting. While that sounds logical and good in theory, it just isn't possible for some people. I am one of those people. I am chronically "starting over", but not because I'm a quitter. It's quite the opposite actually. If I was a quitter, I wouldn't get up, dust myself off, and start all over <em>every </em>time that I get knocked down. I know that most of you know this already, but for any newbies out there, I have lupus. I have a rather mild case in that I have pain (most often tolerable without medication pain), joint and extremity inflammation, and discoloration (usually red, blotchy attractiveness). But I function normally, sometimes just a little more slowly. This, however, can cause a little bit of a problem for me when the cold weather hits. I hurt more, swell more, and have to decrease my exercise due to stiffness. So any advances that I make in the summer and fall disappear in the winter. Poof! Gone up in smoke like a new year's resolution. So every spring I start over. <br />
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This winter has been exceptionally hard for me. I had the flu for almost two weeks (thank you, weakened immune system) and have had dental surgery with complications. That's on top of all my lupusy goodness. I have been a barrel of fun and laughs for the past couple of months. But my family and friends have toughed it out and been uber supportive and loving. They are just as ready for me to get back to running as I am, though. <br />
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So here I am, on the edge of a precibus, with the decision to start all over or give up. If I start over, I will have to do the same things that I have done before. I will have the same struggles that I have had before and possibly some new ones. I will have to start all freaking over again! And it's never an easy road for me. <br />
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Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-56586027701308939322013-03-01T17:36:00.001-08:002013-03-01T17:36:29.436-08:00I'm still here!I have had to worst running luck ever since the holidays, but hopefully, I am making my way back now. I had the flu over the holidays, like so many people. The worst part of the flu for me has been the relentless cough. It took forever to shake it, and made my return to running very difficult. T. hen of course, my entire family got it. I spent two weeks taking care of all of them. They are all healthy and back to their normal onry selves. Thank Goodness! Just when I started to feel like I could get back to running (with my doctor's permission, of course), my wisdom tooth starting moving and pushed my jaw out of alignment. Long story short, I had to have serious dental surgery where they removed part of my jaw bone and five teeth. And I looked like this. <br />
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I was not a happy camper! And since it can never be simple of me, I have had some not so cool aftereffects. One of my teeth was chipped during surgery and I have bone sticking out of my gums where they took part of my jawbone. They say that they are probably bone fragments that will work their way out on their own. However, there is a chance that they may have to go in after them. : ( <br />
Good news is that I have been cleared to start running (to my discretion, but not too much). So am not going to be able to do the half marathon that I wanted in April. Instead I will be a part of my very first relay team. That helps take a little of the sting out of not being able to run the half. Hopefully, by late spring this will all be sorted out and I will be back to running full-time. I want to start training early to set a new PR at Route 66 in November. I want to break the 3 hour mark. It shall be done! <br />
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Peace, Love, and Chipmunk cheeks.Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-41124757781970294292013-01-06T12:40:00.000-08:002013-01-06T12:40:11.748-08:00Holiday MIAI have been missing in action, I know. But you know that the holidays are never my best time for blogging. I'm always a little busy, visiting family, baking, wrapping presents, etc., etc. I did do a few things differently this year. <br />
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Usually once the weather turns chilly, I hang up my running shoes for the season. This year I bought some cold weather gear and I have done a few cold, winter runs. They are still not my favorite thing, but I will admit that they aren't <em>AS</em> horrible as I always thought. With my lupus the cold weather is not my friend and often times causes me to have some really bad, painful days filled with swelling and stiffness. I had a few of those but they seemed to be more easily managed. Oh, and a few 70 degree days in December didn't hurt. Gotta love that Oklahoma weather. I had every intention of getting a few more winter runs in while Christmas vacation, but two things happened that wrecked that plan. The first is the amazing present that I received on the day after Christmas. My favorite Aussie arrived. I just wanted to spend as many minutes with her as I could. After spending over a day traveling to get here, she was completely exhausted and we still stayed up late talking until we almost fell asleep in the floor. <br />
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We did some shopping, some more shopping, lots of talking, and a little bit of eating Mexican food. We had even intended to do a little running. However, the second thing disrupted all the plans that I had. I got the flu. : ( And it sucked! We had a whole weekend of shopping and talking and running and shopping all planned out. Instead I spend it and most the next week lying on the couch in a cough syrup coma. I even had to spend New Year's Eve all by myself. The hubs and kids were sent away si that they wouldn't get it.Two of the three ended up getting it anyway. We are all starting to get better, thank goodness. It's gonna take more than a few days to get my house back in order, take down the Christmas stuff, and kick this nasty cough that the flu left me as a parting gift. I also have to try to spend as much time with Aussie as possible before she leaves again. I am just adding it all to the long list of things that I have planned for 2013. And I do mean, LONG list. 2013 should be a spectacular year and I can't wait to share it with you all. </div>
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The Route 66 Half Marathon was a great experience for so many reasons. I hardly know where to start. I got to roadtrip with my geektwin, which made me happy. Met tons of new people which is always an adventure in itself. The expo was cool and I bought some great stuff, including a new runhers tee. But the race...I'll be honest now. I was kinda dreading it. It was supposed to be super cold that morning...and you know how I feel about morning runs. I seriously considered staying in the bed for half a millisecond. But I didn't! I got up, got dressed, and headed out to face the race. <br />
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I got to meet up with my runhers ladies and my favorite neighbors before the race. We walked around warming up, using HotHands, and taking pictures. You know before we are a sweaty hot mess. (Sidebar: yes I did put HotHands in my bra. And yes, a friend commented, "You really do put everything in there". Yes, yes, I do. Safest place on earth. No ones getting in unless I say so. ) It was cold, but it could've been so much colder. I was so thankful that the racing gods smiled on us and gave us such a gorgeous day. Since I wasn't completely miserable, I started to get excited. I'm kinda like a kid at Christmas waking her parents up every few hours, asking if it's time to open presents. "Can we go yet? Are we running soon? Is it time to start?" <br />
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The race started and I was shocked at how easy it was for me to start. Normally, it takes about 3 to 5 miles to shake the rust off. I was going from beat one. I did my run-walk method with a ratio of 10:1 but it wasn't feeling right, so I just trusted my body and my instincts and ran what felt comfortable. There was even a couple miles in the middle that I didn't stop at all. I know, I know. I had a training plan, I should've stuck with it. But it felt really good, so I did it. My playlist was a dead on for the race. It hit all the points right when I needed it to. And my powersong fittingly enough was Give A Little by Hanson. I know, right?! Local boys to the rescue. <br />
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I honestly don't remember a whole lot of details of this race. I was in the moment a lot more than I usually am. I do know that I ran with my phone to use as an iPod and a GPS. This was my first time doing this. I know that when my music softens it means that someone is calling or texting me. I got several texts at the beginning of the race and I knew that I didn't want to look at them. 1. It would throw off my stride and 2. there was a good chance someone was going to make me cry. I continued getting texts all throughout the race (which made me feel very loved, but I was running a race here people). Finally about Mile 9 I snuck a peak at my phone and it was my husband. He made me cry. : / <br />
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There were a lot of hills. Not ginormous hills, but there were enough of them to make them feel ginormous. My bum is paying the price for those hills today. Though wind was the biggest issue I had. Fortunately, it was only an issue for part of the race. I have to say I felt really good about this race. I even had enough oomph left to sprint across the finish line. A far cry from barely walking across the finish at my first half-marathon. I didn't shatter any records by any means. My time isn't even impressive on it's own. But it's my new PR and I love it. I had set a goal of 3:30. I finished in 3:17:26. I know that I couldn't have done it without the love an support of those around me. My family, my friends, my runhers group. You all helped me in ways you may never know. I thank you. Today I am sore, but I'm already thinking that maybe I can get my time down to 3:00 by next year. I'm gonna need you all to get there. I hope that everyone had an amazing time at the race. Now take this upcoming holiday to rest, relax, spend time with your loved ones, and remember to be thankful for the many blessings in your life, especially if it includes a new PR and a cool new medal like this one. <br />
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Peace, love, and joy this holiday season for everyone!Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-38013083264987210522012-11-16T18:40:00.001-08:002012-11-16T18:40:16.624-08:0066 Songs for Route 66<br />
I feel like I'm running behind about a week in my life lately. There just don't seem to be enough hours in a day. I don't know if it's because the time change has thrown off my mojo. (It gets dark at 6:30<br />
pm! What's that about?!) Or it's the upcoming holidays and birthdays that I have this time of year. Or if it's because work is unexplainably CRAZY this time of year. Perhaps it's a combination of all of the above. <br />
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But I took a time out tonight. I needed to pack up my gear for the race this weekend. While packing, I decided I have been training sooooo hard that I have completely worn out the my playlists. I need some freshness for this race. So I sat down and built a new playlist. There are some oldies, some newbies, and all goodies. I wish that I could take credit for 66 songs that I ended up with, but it just sort of happened (which in Cyndiland means that it is kismet). Now as usual I do not intend to use all of the songs. There is about 4 hours worth of music in this list. I am aiming to finish the race in 3:30 or less. But there is always a song or two that sounds good at home but just doesn't fit the moment. So I always bring extra. :) <br />
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<li>All My Life - Foo Fighters </li>
<li>Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen </li>
<li>B.O.B. - OutKast </li>
<li>Ho Hey - The Lumineers </li>
<li>Bang a Gong (Get It On) - T. Rex </li>
<li>Champion - The Chevin </li>
<li>Billie Jean - Michael Jackson </li>
<li>A-Punk -Vampire Weekend </li>
<li>Clocks - Coldplay </li>
<li>Firestarter - The Prodigy </li>
<li>18 Wheeler - P!nk </li>
<li>We Come Running - Youngblood Hawke </li>
<li>Don't Stop Believin' - Journey </li>
<li>Cherry Bomb - The Runaways </li>
<li>Beverly Hills - Weezer </li>
<li>Rock and Roll - Led Zeppelin </li>
<li>Everybody Talks - Neon Trees </li>
<li>Mercy - Duffy </li>
<li>Excuse Me Mr. -No Doubt </li>
<li>Black or White - Michael Jackson </li>
<li>Fighter - Christina Aguilera </li>
<li>Bad Reputation - Joan Jett </li>
<li>Firework - Katy Perry </li>
<li>Born Alone - Wilco Born </li>
<li>Fluorescent Adolescent 2- Arctic Monkeys </li>
<li>Give a Little - Hanson </li>
<li>Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine </li>
<li>The Kids Aren't Alright - The Offspring </li>
<li>Gunpowder & Lead - Miranda Lambert </li>
<li>I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons </li>
<li>The Longer I Run -Peter Bradley Adams </li>
<li>Hash Pipe - Weezer </li>
<li>Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)- Eurythmics </li>
<li>Without You (feat. Usher) - David Guetta & Usher </li>
<li>Hey Now Now - The Cloud Room </li>
<li>Sleeping Aides & Razorblades - The Exploding Hearts </li>
<li>I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas </li>
<li>Gold On the Ceiling - The Black Keys </li>
<li>O.P.P. - Naughty By Nature </li>
<li>Seven Nation Army -The White Stripes </li>
<li>Lonely Boy -The Black Keys </li>
<li>You Can't Hurry Love - Phil Collins </li>
<li>Run Riot - Def Leppard </li>
<li>My Body - Young the Giant </li>
<li>One Way or Another - Blondie </li>
<li>Places to Go - Leftover Cuties </li>
<li>Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) - Kelly Clarkson </li>
<li>Use Somebody - Kings of Leon </li>
<li>Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles </li>
<li>Kerosene - Miranda Lambert </li>
<li>Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars</li>
<li>Search And Destroy - Iggy Pop</li>
<li>Wide Awake - Katy Perry </li>
<li>Good Life -OneRepublic </li>
<li>Too Close - Alex Clare </li>
<li>Spirit In the Sky - Norman Greenbaum </li>
<li>Sabotage - Beastie Boys </li>
<li>Gone Tomorrow - The Gossip </li>
<li>We Are Young (feat. Janelle MonƔe) - Fun.</li>
<li>Shake It Out - Florence + The Machine </li>
<li>Take Off Your Shirt -Bibio </li>
<li>Thinking 'Bout Somethin' -Hanson </li>
<li>Thinking- Ke$ha </li>
<li>Salute Your Solution-The Raconteurs </li>
<li>What Makes You Beautiful -One Direction </li>
<li>It's Time - Imagine Dragons </li>
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So I've packed my iPhone and my iPod (as I have yet to decide which one I want to use), couple of pairs of tights, a tee, a long sleeve tee, my favorite hoody, two pairs of socks, my favorite hat, and of course my Brooks. I wish everyone running this weekend the best of luck and the best of times. If you are in the Tulsa area, I hope to see you at the race Sunday, cheering, volunteering, racing, living. We are going to have a blast. My geek-twin, my bestest neighbors, and all my runHers ladies will be hanging out with me this weekend. <br />
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And I run3rd this weekend for all those children who are going without during this holiday season. Times are tough for everyone, but every little bit helps. Donate what you can: money, goods, or time. All are appreciated. Every child deserves to have a happy holiday season. I can't think of any greater joy than giving joy to a child in need. <br />
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Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-52216966139990721682012-11-01T21:31:00.000-07:002012-11-01T21:38:26.917-07:00Running Tights and Other Clothing Tribulations<span lang="EN">Okay, here's the deal. Running isn't easy for me. I have to work at running. So I use every tool at my disposal to help make it easier, including running tights, compression pants, and tight tanks. Now as you know (and my blog name clearly states) the words: small, tiny, petite, thin, skinny, non-jiggly are not used to describe me. So..... While I know that spandex is a privilege, not a right, I wear running tights and I don't care what you think. <br />
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There are two main reasons why I wear them (and a few sub-reasons) and I am going to share them with you now. <br />
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Reason #1: I swell. A LOT. <i>Like a lot lot.</i> I swell up like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade balloon. I am the giant Snoopy floating down the street, trying to take out some of my handlers down below. It's a symptom of my lupus. I've done it for years. It's a year-round thing, but gets worse in the winter and....when I longer distances. So I have found that compression running tights helps keep the swelling to a minimum and that feels awesome. <br />
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Sub-reason #1: Because they are so tight. They keep some of the jiggle out of my wiggle. ; ) Which also feels awesome.<br />
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Reason #2: When running longer distances, I really don't want loose clothes flopping around, creeping up, riding way up, digging in, rubbing raw, or doing any other thing that they should never do. I have tried just about every different type of running gear style out there, except those tiny lycra running shorts (because no body wants to see that and I don't wanna have to dig lycra shorts out of unmentionable places). I have tried sweats, windpants, loose capris, flared pants, tight capris, running skirts, shorts, you name it. I really have tried them all. I found that for me the bigger the clothing, the more flopping it does, the more it annoys me. I can't concentrate on my stride or breathing or tempo or anything else that I should be focused on. A few times all I could think about was wanting nothing more than to strip off whatever article of clothing that was irritating me. So I wear tighter clothing to help eliminate some of the problem/distraction. I won't wear shorts or a skirt over the tights because the flopping/riding up is again an issue. <br />
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Sub-reason #2: Big women want to look cute too! Big floppy ill-fitted clothes are not flattering on anyone. Why would bigger women be any different?! I'm not a pretty runner. I wish that I looked more like the people in running magazines that look like running is fun and easy, but I don't. I look like I am in pain and want to cry and/or puke all at the same time. So the least I can do is wear some cute running clothes. <br />
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Now cute running clothes in bigger sizes are difficult to find, but there are out there. Although, it would be nice if there were more options out there that would accommodate bigger hips and chest areas. **hint, hint, wink, wink** In the end, it really comes down to what are you comfortable in. Everyone is different. Some are more modest, others (like me) not so much. You should always be comfortable and confident in whatever you choose to wear, whether it be running or in general. <b><u>You are beautiful!</u></b><br />
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</span>Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-1712729809829718482012-10-17T20:39:00.000-07:002012-10-17T20:39:04.176-07:00Sooooo Many Good VibesSometimes, for very brief moments, I wonder, "Why in the world did I put myself and my story out there?" I've made my journey so public and sometimes it is embarassing to know that so many people out there hear, read, or see me struggle. I have a bad running day and everybody knows. I get cranky because of a lupus flare up and everybody knows. I have gastrointestinal issues on a run and everybody knows. While most people have been nothing but supportive, I do get the occasional parade poopoo'er. It's then that I begin to think, "Maybe I should stop being so open about my journey". <strong><em>But then</em></strong> I have days like today. Today, I have been blessed with a mulitude of encouragement and positive reenforcement. Multiple individuals have told me that my story has inspired them. <em>I </em>have inspired someone! <em><strong>Me</strong></em>! I had a friend tell me that <em><strong>I </strong></em>was the reason that she began running and that she continues to run. She asked me to continue to challenge/motivate her. And she LOVES this blog! ; ) <br />
I had another friend call me and leave a voice mail saying that she wanted to ask me some running questions. She has decided to start living a healthier lifestyle, wanted some advice, and she thought of me. : ) <br />
But the best was an email I received from a friend's husband. He began by saying, "I just wanted to thank you for a gift that you don't even know you gave me". <em>Okay, you have my attention.</em> He preceded to tell me that I have helped him fall in love with running all over again. The struggles and trials that I have documented in this blog have lead him to believe that if I can do it, he can do it. Or as he so eloquently put it: "You made me realize that with your family obligations, and most of all your lupus, you still run and love it. I thought to myself, "she has lupus; all you have is a case of fatassness. You can do it!". I want you to realize, though, that I like that you give me too much credit. I may have inspired you, it is YOU that gets out and gets it done everyday. It's not all because of me. It's all because of you! And I know that my wonderful friend, your wife, is super proud of you. : ) But Thank you, R! Your email made my day and reminded me of why I started putting my story out there in the first place. To encourage others to try to live healthier, happier lives. I just never really thought it would work. I honestly thought it would never make a difference. I'm glad that I was wrong. : ) <br />
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Peace, Love, and New Running Buddies! Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00873379535234564187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280343344387231182.post-55986875186865713722012-10-15T19:53:00.001-07:002012-10-15T19:53:19.210-07:00OMG! I'm so excited! <br />
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Below is my very first guest blog on the runhers website. I was so excited and so honored when runhers asked to write some pieces for them. So of course I immediately developed a severe case of writer's block. : / But persistance and preseverance won out, and I finished up this little gem. So enjoy! If you're looking for a running group, please go and check one out. If you would like to check out runhers, you can go to <a href="http://www.runhers.com/">www.runhers.com</a>. We'd love to have you on one of our runs. <br />
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<strong><em>editorās note:</em></strong><em> Our guest blogger from Moore, Oklahoma, is Cyndi Bates. She is one fabulous woman, whoās not afraid to ātell it like it isā. We are so happy to have her here guest blogging and sharing her personal experiences! You can find her blog at </em><a href="http://www.cyndi-fatgirlrunning.blogspot.com/"><em>http://www.cyndi-fatgirlrunning.blogspot.com</em></a><em> </em><br />
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I may not look like the type of person who belongs to a running club. I may not even look like someone who runs enough to even consider belonging to a running club. Guess what? I am! I know that most people are intimidated by the idea of a running group. I wanted to join one looooong before I actually did. I visited a few of the groups around the city, but never felt like I connected with any of them. I am not ultra-fit or uber-competitive. As a matter of fact, I was usually the slowest person there. Ok, I was always the slowest person there. No one ever said that I didnāt belong there. Everyone was friendly and encouraging, but I always felt a little awkward and out of place. I imagine that many of you may feel the same way when contemplating a running group. You think, āIām not very fast. What if Iām the slowest one there?ā You fear being the last person to finish. You worry, āWhat if everyone there looks like a fitness model and they look at me like, āWhat are YOU doing here?āā.<br />
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So why with that kind of fear did I keep looking for a group?! Well, let me tell you why. I began my training in a group setting and found that it really worked for me. I was joined by people on the same journey as myself, surrounded by encouraging and supportive faces, and had access to people with way more experience than myself who were happy to answer even the silliest of my questions. I have tried to train on my own. It just didnāt get the job done. It was just too easy for me to talk myself out of runs or to get off track in my training. Once you are off track, it is really hard to get back, especially when you have no one to motivate you. So I kept looking and finally found what I was looking for with my current running group, runHers.<br />
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Iām here to tell you that none of that stuff that I was (and you are) afraid of matters. Within the group, there are so many different levels of ability. There are fast runners, slow runners, medium runners, and backward runners. Backward runners? Yes, backward runners. My friend and fellow member, Amanda, has a much faster pace than me. I can keep up with her for a time and then she leaves me in the dust. If we are in the middle of a conversation, she will run backwards to a) slow herself down and b) face me while we finish our convo. So please donāt be intimidated by the other runners. If you are a new runner, just remember that everyone had to start somewhere. The only difference between you and them is that they started sooner. Many still remember what it was like and are more than happy to help and encourage someone just beginning their journey. We are all there to build camaraderie and encourage each other. So what if some are faster than you. Thereās probably someone slower than you too. We are all women in my group. Who understands women better than other women?! We all juggle different things in life, work, kids, spouses and home. We know the time and effort you put in your day and still try to find time to exercise and be healthy. We understand what itās like to watch your husband say the word ārunā and lose three pounds, while you run three miles and gain four pounds. We get it! Why?! Because we do it too.<br />
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With that understanding comes that sense of camaraderie that I mentioned before and ā¦ tada, friendship. I have made some truly wonderful friends in my group. Some women I talk to on a daily basis, some I only see at runs. But we all have a sense of connection that we wouldnāt have otherwise. These women are there for me when I have a bad run day and cheer for me when I am shooting for a pace or mileage that I have never done before. They also hold me accountable for my runs. They know when I miss a run or when I donāt push myself as hard as I could. They may not even say anything, but knowing that they know is often enough to get me up and moving. Yet, you canāt always meet your goals. It happens to the best of us. My teammates are there for the bad times too.<br />
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And today... well, today I faced perhaps what is my biggest <em>irrational</em> fear. Zombies! (I said it was an <em><strong>irrational</strong></em> fear, but that doesn't make it any less real. : / )I ran the Dirty 30 Zombie Edition. </div>
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I always have fun at the Dirty 30, but today was hard on several different levels. It was dead of winter cold today with a crazy, wild wind out of the north. The minute you hit the water you were chilled to the bone. The very first obstacle was a giant mud pit, so of course I fell in. As I'm drudging across it, I find a Cyndi-size hole right in the middle. I sank up to my chest and if it hadn't been for my friend, J, I would probably still be there...and frozen solid. As I came off of the mud hill, I came across my first zombie. I had to take a minute because I almost freaked. The look on J's face let me know that the look on my face said, "I'm about to bolt" and not in a good way. I took a deep breathe, told myself that they are people in makeup, and started moving again. I got swarmed and lost a flag almost immediately. I skipped the wall because I fall off of it on a good day and today, I couldn't even feel my fingers. I was soooooooo cold. Losing my second flag was kind of a blur. There was yelling, a few expletives, sprinting, dodging, and a flipping of the bird in there somewhere. My last flag went to a jerk that was hiding in the bushes. He jumped out and almost got drop kicked in the nads. We weren't allowed to touch or harm the zombies, but when you jump out at people from a hiding place, I believe that you are doing so at your own risk. He caught the tail end of my flag and ripped it off. : / </div>
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I wouldn't say that I have conquered my fear, but I now know that I can see a zombie and NOT curl up into a fetal position and cry. So that's a plus. I did have a fun day, but it probably had more to do with the company than the activity. J & A are awesome! Now I'm going to drink some hot tea and cuddle under a blanket with a few other little monsters. </div>
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So I take a few days off and there is soooo much to catch up on. First, I took a few days off because my body got pretty angry with me and threw a little hissy fit. Saturday I could barely get out of bed. I had some serious cankles and sausage fingers. This weather change and fluctuation really does a number on me, but the weather is stabilizing and my body seems to be acclumating well. Fingers crossed that is the last episode for the fall. Being out of commission on Saturday caused me to miss a big 6 mile run this weekend. : ( My runhers ladies had a great run without me, but at least they asked about me. The weekend wasn't a complete wash though. Sunday I got to meet up with a few of those ladies for a kayaking experience with Team USA's Kaitie McElroy, who just returned from the USA Sprint Natl. Championships with 3 Gold Medals. She was super nice and super patient. : ) It was a really cool experience. <br />
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Then tonight, I got back on the horse, so to speak. I was due 5 miles according to the training schedule. I got in 4.75, which is not bad considering that I could barely walk just 2 days ago. It wasn't me feeling bad, per se, that made me fall .25 mile from my goal. It's a long story, so of course, I'm going to share it with ya'll. </div>
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Tonight I headed out with my running partner, A, took off on a 5 mile route that we had done before. It's a little hilly, goes along a busy street, through a neighborhood, and through the park. So it's pretty well lit and only a few ackwards spots where you don't have sidewalk, but it never hurt anyone to do a little off-roading, right? So we are running and running. A, is naturally a little faster (ok, a lot faster) than me so we soon begin to separate, but I can still see her. There is a creepy spot on the way back that is a heavily wooded area right up against the sidewalk. It always gives me the heebies. A, was well past me when I got to the spot. So I took out my one ear bud and took off sprinting past. But since that sections is also uphill, I'm not sure that I moved that quickly out of the danger zone. All of a sudden it was like the lights were turned off. It went from daylight to dusk to the darkest of night within a few moments. I rounded the corner and peered into the darkest street I have ever seen. My Mexican Juju was going off and telling me something wasn't right. (For those of you who don't know what Mexican Juju is, it is what my best friend dubbed that feeling I get when things aren't quite right and I know before hand. It's also how I'm 10 for 10 of naming the sex of friend's babies before they know. That kind of thing. Now you may doubt the Mexican Juju, but you shouldn't. Just ask the Aussie. ) So the Mexican Juju was screaming at me and.... I pretty much sprinted for nearly a mile to get back to our meeting spot at the park. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sprint when you are crouched down in a ninja stance? As if I wasn't already on edge, on my way I had a punk kid in a huge truck swerve AT me and then swerve back and then honk. I had a guy throw a bottle at me. Lastly, I had a huge black truck, pull me next to me and then lay on his horn and then squeal off. I did have to slow down at one point to cross a bridge and I stopped and picked up what I thought was a big stick. I ran (sprinted) the rest of the way to the park holding onto the big stick. I met up with A, and we finished out our miles, still holding the big stick. I even carried it home with me. My hubby inspected it when I got home and detailed my little adventure. It turns out it was a skinny piece of pvc pipe cut off into a point. My hubby said "Leave it to you to find a shank on the side of the road in suburbia". Hey, a girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do! I know, I know. I live in a nice Southern town where some people don't even lock their doors (which I think is crazy). But isn't that how all those scary news reports start out, with them interviewing someone in a small Southern town who says, "Well, golly, I never wouldn't thought something like that could ever happen here. Everyone knows everyone. I don't even lock my front door." So tomorrow I am going and getting some pepperspray that is, if my legs are working tomorow after sprinting so much tonight. </div>
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My victory for bragging rights for this week is well.... awesome. : ) But the real victory this week is how my body is adjusting and starting to remember how to get through those longer miles. My first 2-3 miles are like a slow death, but it's always between miles 4 and 5 that my body quits fighting me and just goes with it. It's still not easy, but at least it's beginning to feel normal again. I feel healthy, I feel good, and I'm hoping to stay that way. <br />
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Now this morning's run was good. The weather was a nice change from the sauna-like conditions, but it was almost chilly. Cooler weather is coming and that usually means a harder time for me, healthwise. The cold makes my Lupus flare ups more frequent and worse. Lots of redness, lots of soreness, lots of swelling. I am hoping that since I'm ahead of the game this time going into training that I'm going to stay healthy. Knock on wood. So this next week is a busy one with a few social events with the running group and a extra large group run next Saturday. Can't wait! <br />
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