Day 2

Today was day 2 of my B210K and I did it on the treadmill...bad idea.  I first started running on a machine and when I switched to running outside I absolutely despised it.  Now however, my body has adjusted to running at it's own pace and slowing down and speeding up despite the lack of buttons to do so.  Suffice it to say, the run was not pretty, but it was completed.  I'll be back outside tomorrow morning come hell or high water...preferably high water.

Bridge to 10K Has Begun!

So I'm starting my Bridge to 10K running program which is very similar to the C25K in the fact that it gets you running for longer periods of time...in this case 60 minutes straight.  How they figure that is six miles is beyond me because the way I run, I'll be lucky to hit the 4.5 mile marker in that time period.

Still, here I go.  I found a 10k locally on January 22nd and I'm trying to figure out if I'll be ready by then to run a whole six miles.  I have until the 19th to register for either a 10k or a 5k so I have some time to make the decision.

You know what I hate though.  I kind of ran where ever this morning, not really knowing how far I was because I had never mapped the route and I've discovered I hate that.  I sit there and think, "Holy cows!  I'm totally cruising.  I've totally gone like five miles for sure," only to return home and map my run and realize I've run exactly 2.89 miles in 43 minutes.  Ew.

Chubbier Girl Not Running

I took this week off.  Partly because I did something to my hippy/torso area on the right side and partly because I'm lazy and just wanted a week off before starting up again for the 10k.  What results did this yield? 

An unknown amount of weight gain that shall be determined tomorrow.  Sigh.

Race Day!

I ran a 5k this morning with my friend Lesley and I knocked a few seconds off my mile time...8 to be exact.  I ran the race in 42:48 and my mile was a 13:48.  I'm pretty happy with my time and am excited for two things.  First I start my Bridge to 10k training on Monday and  second, I have another 5k race planned on January 15th so we'll see if I can pick up my pace for that one.

I'm Speedy!

I ran 2.08 miles this morning in 29 minutes.  I realize for most people that's a fast walk, but for this chub, I might as well have been the track star!

Heavy Breathing

I went running with a friend this morning and she was pretty sick so my Saturday run was pretty short, but I did run 1.46 miles in 21:30 which is a 14:43 mile which as sad as it is, is probably the best I've ever done.

One thing I did notice was today my breathing was very regular and not...pornographic?  I don't know.  A few months ago when I started this thing I remember being at the gym and I had my ear phones on and the music up and I watched people watch me as they walked by my treadmill and all I could think was they were watching the chubby girl run.  Then all the sudden the music stopped and I could hear myself breath and I thought, "OH MY STARS!"  Those people were listening to me slowly dying as my labored breathing increased to the point of certain doom.

Today however my friend Lesley and I talked the entire way.  Sure I had to catch my breath every once in a while, but I'm pretty sure if anyone had passed us along the way and stared it would because I looked so dang cute in my running outfit, not because death was knocking at my door.

Football Players

MaryBeth here.  I know, I know, what do football players have to do with a chubby girl running?  You see, it's like this.  For a freaking long time I would watch football games and cringe when they would show the stats of the players.  Inevitably the weight of the player would come up and I would think to myself, "Are you kidding me?  I weigh more than that football player and he's got ten inches on me!"  I wallowed in that self pity for a few moments, then went back to sipping my full calorie Dew and popping insane amounts of whatever chip - tortilla or chocolate - I had in my house.

Smack dab in the middle of this last football season my skinny runner sister called and asked if I would run a 5k with her at Thanksgiving and I laughed out loud as I continued popping the cookies in my mouth and then I realized she was serious.  All I could think was, "I'm a chub.  Chubs don't run."  Then I started thinking, "Screw the chub.  I'm gonna run for the fatty in everyone," and so it began.

I started the Couch to 5K program and finished just five days before Thanksgiving and ran, well slowly jogged is a better description, that whole damned thing and it took me over 45 minutes, but I did it.  My next 5k is a week from Saturday, and three days after that I start a program called Bridge to 10K to get me ready for six whole miles.

If I lose weight during this whole event, fan-freaking-tastic.  If not, I'll continue to weigh about as much as a football player and realize if those fatties can run, so can I.

Welcome to my journey.