Ok, I knew that learning to run would be hard. I knew that I would feel tired and out of breath and that I would want to jump off that tredmill and quit forever. But I didn't know my body would take it this hard! I'm 2/3 through my week 4 and I am seriously hurtin!
Here is this weeks schedule:
5 Minute warm up walk
3 Minute jog
90 Second walk
5 Minute jog
2 1/2 Minute walk
3 Minute jog
90 Second walk
5 Minute jog
I did the math on this one, thats 16 minutes of running! That is DOUBLE what I did last week! Who do they think I AM?? Monday was so hard but I finished and I am sooo proud of myself. I was dreading Wednesday, tried to talk myself into waiting till Thursday, went anyways, and it was everything I imagined it would be -- HARD! I couldn't even talk to Wade when he came to check on me because I was struggling so much! I did manage to inform him that I had just thrown up in my mouth, but swallowed it because, well, I was on a tredmill! What else could I do?? I finished and I'm really happy I did, but I was dying when I was done! My face was so beat red that I hid in the bathroom for 5 minutes trying to get it to at least turn pink so everyone wouldn't stare at me!
Later that night I started feeling really sore around my hip joints. This morning, it was a little worse, and by the afternoon I couldn't stand up straight and I had to lift my left leg with my hands to get it on the clutch in my car! Now, I had a scheduled workout with my trainer today at 4 and guess what we were focusing on... thats right! LEGS. Omg. But miraculously, the workout helped soooo much! We did a lot of training excersizes for my running. I felt like a fool hoppin all over the gym, and even got made fun of by several people, but I left walking up straight and feeling good! Its been an hour and the stiffness is starting to come back, but at least I know that I'm not seriously injured and its ok to keep using my legs. I'm supposed to finish out my Week 4 tomorrow and I'm pretty nervous about it. I just know one of the days I'm going to fall off the tredmill like the people on The Biggest Loser! Its coming, and when it does, I'll be sure to blog about it.
June 17, 2010
June 13, 2010
Couch to 5k - Week 3.. fail.
ok.. I slacked a bit this week. The first two of three days were good. I was actually SO proud that I could run for 3 minutes! That probably sounds insane to some people, but to me 3 minutes was a BIG DEAL! This week I had to start with a 5 minute warm up walk, jog 90 seconds, walk 90 seconds, jog 3 minutes, walk 3 minutes, and repeat. The last 3 minutes (the second time around) was the hardest. I did it though and I felt good! Friday was supposed to be the final day of Week 3.. but Mother Nature had other plans, so I postponed till Saturday. Well, Saturday came around and I felt awful! I went to bed with a headache and woke up with a headache on Sunday. Not cool. (That shouldn't be allowed!) So now its Sunday night and I decided to just skip that day and move on to Week 4. I'm pretty nervous about that decision because I just looked at Week 4 schedule and it looks SO HARD! Lord, help me!
June 11, 2010
Epiphany
Driving in my car down highway-75 a light went off. It clicked, and I saw a clear picture of how things had worked out. Surely you've had those moments when you look back and realize how God had been working out His plan for you, just like you had hoped and prayed and wondered if He would so many years ago.
I remember in college, moving 4 hours from home to study for a degree in Missions, and everyone who loved and cared for me deeply expressing their concern over it. Torn between their love and support for me, and their love and concern for my future.
"How will you ever pay your student loans with that degree?" "How are you going to get a job with that degree?" "How much do they pay you to be a missionary?" "What will you do when you leave college?" "How will you support yourself?" "Where will you go?"
These questions were so intertwined with my own that I dont know who was asking what. I always responded that God would provide for me, that I wasn't worried. Of course, on the inside I wondered the same things. I knew that God would indeed make a way, and that I didn't need to worry about it, that confirmation was so deep in my heart that I couldn't deny it! But I never knew how I would get there.
My first time in 3 different mission fields were all sponsored. Jamaica, Mexico, and Africa. God provided the means to get my feet wet and experience this calling. He also led me through a life that introduced me to the people that brought me to those countries. I went to Jamaica through the Salvation Army, at a camp where I worked for 4 summers and only got the job at the last minute. I ended up in Mexico (and not even wanting to go!) through some friends from Bible college, and met my husband. While I was in Mexico a year and a half later, my husband met some missionaries to Uganda while playing softball in the states and right there on the Canal I got the call that would send me to Africa.
Moving to Alabama to be close to my husband (then boyfriend) I was given the opportunity to be the Missions Coordinator at his church, a place that loves missions so much, and has a special love for Mexico. Now for the last 3 1/2 years I have been taking teams to my heart-land, Mexico, a place I said God would NEVER send me, by the way.
We have since been to India and are going again in the fall. And what I realized is that God made a way for me to fulfill the call on my life -- to be a missionary, and he provided me with a husband who is drawn to be the same, and is in his everyday life. Through Wade's life, God prepared Wade with his own calling -- to be a pharmacist, and has allowed Wade to use that in the mission field and God has also used that calling to provide us with the time and funds to go out into the world and make disciples.
I just want to say a big THANK YOU to God for entrusting me with this call. I hope I don't let you down. And I also thank you for making a way that can only be explained by You, so that I will again be reminded of Your hand guiding me, even though I am constantly looking off to the right and left. Thank You for taking the time to lead me and nudge me along on this journey.
I remember in college, moving 4 hours from home to study for a degree in Missions, and everyone who loved and cared for me deeply expressing their concern over it. Torn between their love and support for me, and their love and concern for my future.
"How will you ever pay your student loans with that degree?" "How are you going to get a job with that degree?" "How much do they pay you to be a missionary?" "What will you do when you leave college?" "How will you support yourself?" "Where will you go?"
These questions were so intertwined with my own that I dont know who was asking what. I always responded that God would provide for me, that I wasn't worried. Of course, on the inside I wondered the same things. I knew that God would indeed make a way, and that I didn't need to worry about it, that confirmation was so deep in my heart that I couldn't deny it! But I never knew how I would get there.
My first time in 3 different mission fields were all sponsored. Jamaica, Mexico, and Africa. God provided the means to get my feet wet and experience this calling. He also led me through a life that introduced me to the people that brought me to those countries. I went to Jamaica through the Salvation Army, at a camp where I worked for 4 summers and only got the job at the last minute. I ended up in Mexico (and not even wanting to go!) through some friends from Bible college, and met my husband. While I was in Mexico a year and a half later, my husband met some missionaries to Uganda while playing softball in the states and right there on the Canal I got the call that would send me to Africa.
Moving to Alabama to be close to my husband (then boyfriend) I was given the opportunity to be the Missions Coordinator at his church, a place that loves missions so much, and has a special love for Mexico. Now for the last 3 1/2 years I have been taking teams to my heart-land, Mexico, a place I said God would NEVER send me, by the way.
We have since been to India and are going again in the fall. And what I realized is that God made a way for me to fulfill the call on my life -- to be a missionary, and he provided me with a husband who is drawn to be the same, and is in his everyday life. Through Wade's life, God prepared Wade with his own calling -- to be a pharmacist, and has allowed Wade to use that in the mission field and God has also used that calling to provide us with the time and funds to go out into the world and make disciples.
I just want to say a big THANK YOU to God for entrusting me with this call. I hope I don't let you down. And I also thank you for making a way that can only be explained by You, so that I will again be reminded of Your hand guiding me, even though I am constantly looking off to the right and left. Thank You for taking the time to lead me and nudge me along on this journey.
June 05, 2010
Couch to 5k - Week 2
Whew. Finished another week. This week was harder than the first. Monday I was in Gatlinburg so I had to MAKE myself stick with my schedule and do my running! Luckily they had a gym at the cabin place so I went late at night and got it done. Poor Wade hadn't slept in over 24 hours but he stayed and waited for me to finish so I wouldn't get abducted lol. He's so sweet. When I was done and I went outside to get him, he was asleep in a chair lol.
The next scheduled day was Wednesday. Wednesday we ate out at Olive Garden, where I indulged in salad, breadsticks (with alfredo sauce, yum!), calamari, AND pasta. Then we stopped at Cold Stone for ice cream! Needless to say, I was STUFFED. I didn't stick to my schedule that day and skipped the running. I KNOW! Its awful. But, I did redeem myself by running Thursday!
Thursday's run was the hardest yet. I already work out with my personal trainer on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I decided to run after my hour workout. That was not a great idea. I was so worn out at that point that my legs felt like they each weighed a ton! I was already hot and tired and it was just not fun. But I pushed through and finished.
I really want to keep enjoying this, so Thursday worried me a bit! My 3rd and final day of Week 2 was today (Saturday). I put Beyonce's CD "I am... Sasha Fierce!" on my ipod and jammed as I jogged/walked. It felt great! By the last jog I was pretty exhausted though, face beet-red! Somehow I mustered the energy to stay for Zumba afterwards.
Then I came home and celebrated the completion of Week 2 with a healthy lunch of Chili's Chips n Salsa and half a hershy's bar. lol I know, I know.
The next scheduled day was Wednesday. Wednesday we ate out at Olive Garden, where I indulged in salad, breadsticks (with alfredo sauce, yum!), calamari, AND pasta. Then we stopped at Cold Stone for ice cream! Needless to say, I was STUFFED. I didn't stick to my schedule that day and skipped the running. I KNOW! Its awful. But, I did redeem myself by running Thursday!
Thursday's run was the hardest yet. I already work out with my personal trainer on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I decided to run after my hour workout. That was not a great idea. I was so worn out at that point that my legs felt like they each weighed a ton! I was already hot and tired and it was just not fun. But I pushed through and finished.
I really want to keep enjoying this, so Thursday worried me a bit! My 3rd and final day of Week 2 was today (Saturday). I put Beyonce's CD "I am... Sasha Fierce!" on my ipod and jammed as I jogged/walked. It felt great! By the last jog I was pretty exhausted though, face beet-red! Somehow I mustered the energy to stay for Zumba afterwards.
Then I came home and celebrated the completion of Week 2 with a healthy lunch of Chili's Chips n Salsa and half a hershy's bar. lol I know, I know.
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