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No Crying in Running

11 Aug

I wanted to give a quick update as I drink my chai flaxseed smoothie because apparently when I tried to write a post last while eating   a veggie burger and spinach at 11:25 PM, it didn’t work out to well. Besides, wordpress has been acting strange on my computer. I don’t know. It’s probably just me.

The above paragraph only proves that I eat all the time.

Let’s go.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday I ran 10 miles. Monday and Thursday I stuck to the stair climber because I was beyond tired. Thursday was suppose to be an easy day at work because I had 24 hour duty the day/night before. It was awful. I didn’t get off of work until 2:30 PM. I took a thirty minute nap, worked out, and went to be at like 9:30 PM. I was exhausted.

Of course it felt amazing to sleep in on Saturday morning. I set an alarm for 7 AM and didn’t wake up until 8:30. I’m sorry, but that is sleeping in for me. I hate sleeping in that late. I feel like it messes up my whole day.

At least I got to watch the Olympics while running on the treadmill (13.22 miles) Saturday morning. I was practically shouting at the TV.

The women’s 4 X 400 relay broke a record! If you watched it in slow motion as she cross the finished line, it was incredible. Her face was serious then lit up because she knew she broke a record. So amazing. 

In the women’s 15oo meters, Morgan Uceny tripped! I saw it happened and went, “OH MY GOD!”

The only thing that pisses me off about her tripping is she just started crying. Wouldn’t you get up and just continue running? It’s not like she tore a muscle. She only tripped. I would have gotten angry, got my happy ass up, and continue running. What would you do in that situation? I feel like crying in front of of everyone like that is ridiculous. Get up and run. I have had my spikes come untied before in races. Do I stop and tie them? No. I keep going and come in first.

I guess it just bothers me she didn’t get up. It’s not like she had a Lolo Jones incident. There was not a tore muscle or a cramp. I believe crying like that over something that can be made up for is silly. I don’t know. I don’t want to sound harsh.

Either way, I give her a lot of credit. She’s in the Olympics for goodness sake. She is still an amazing athlete. 

Did anyone of you read this article on this columnist who wrote about women in the Olympics being ‘flat-chested’ and ‘man-like’? 

Here is what he said verbatim:

Turkish columnist Yüksel Aytuğ caused an online firestorm on Aug. 8 after penning an article that criticized the Olympic Games for “killing womanhood.”

Aytuğ’s piece, titled “Womanhood is dying at the Olympics,” was published in daily Sabah and the paper’s website but quickly spread after angering readers by saying the Olympic Games were destroying the female figure by distorting women’s bodies and that points should be added to female Olympians based on how feminine they looked.

Aytuğ said women’s associations should protest the Games and added that it was enough for him to “take a look at female swimmers” to reach that opinion.
“Broad-shouldered, flat-chested women with small hips; [they are] totally indistinguishable from men. Their breasts – the symbol of womanhood, motherhood – flattened into stubs as they were seen as mere hindrances to speed,” Aytuğ said.

“I am not even talking about female javelin throwers, shot-put athletes, weightlifters, wrestlers and boxers,” Aytuğ said. “Their appearance is just pathetic.”

Aytuğ said the Olympics forced women to “look more like men” in order to be successful and wrote about an ongoing “sporting violence against women,” while criticizing what he called an understanding of “the manlier you look the more successful you are.”

The columnist concluded by saying that female Olympians should be rewarded with additional bonus points based on how “feminine” they looked. “Otherwise we will destroy the grace and naïveté of women through the Olympics,” he concluded.

Is he joking right now? First of all, women become flat chested because sports like running and what not decrease our boob size. Am I right? I barely have boobs. I don’t care. I love running. Ever ran with huge boobs bouncing up and down? No thank you. Breasts are also fat tissue so women with a high metabolism and women who work out will lose that fat. 

Also, all these female athletes are beautiful! You see them in regular clothes and it’s like, woah. Actually, they aren’t even really that flat chested. It’s called a sports bra. A sports bra holds down those puppies.

I am positive that these women in the Olympics are more of a man than this guy who wrote the article. The Olympics are not a beauty contest. 

And why talk about the women? We could easily talk about the men with their bird legs. Should I even go there? 

I don’t know what I’m going to do when the Olympics are over. I don’t remember what I did before.

By the way, three more days left of my ‘no fried food’ challenge. I have had no onion rings, fries, or any other junk food like that. I’m so happy! Go me.

Here is what I have been eating instead:

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Randomness

7 Aug

I blog currently from the entrance of my barracks, where I reside on 24 hour duty. I’m on hour five I believe. Nineteen more hours to go.

I have no idea if the above sentence makes sense, but let’s just say with all these free hours I have, I will be posting a lot.

So I started my morning off at 4:30 AM to go on a run on the treadmill at the gym. It was tough waking up. I didn’t get home last night until ten PM. Next time I read someone having to work early/over time, wake up earlier than seven, or write a paper for school, I’m going to be pissed. Try working from 7:30 AM to 10 PM. Yeah, complain to me then.

Anyway, my run went well. I ran 10 miles on the treadmill and then hopped on the stair climber for about twenty minutes. I did the same thing Tuesday as well. 

Ten miles seems reasonable for me to do. I actually don’t mind running on the treadmill any more. As long as I got a TV in front of me, some good tunes, people to watch, and a fan, I can run for a long time.

The Olympics keep me entertained forever!

Oh my gosh. I am that girl at the gym who watches the Olympics and gets too excited. I start yelling at the TV. “GO, LOLO, GO!”

 

I recently just read an article Time Magazine about Lolo Jones. She’s so incredible. 

 

Growing up in Des Moines, Iowa, jones was a five-star prospect — as a thief. Jones pilfered food for survival. She was fast, which helped during getaways. And she didn’t have a larcenous profile. “My dad would always say they’re never going to suspect me because they never look at a cute young girl,” says Jones. Her father shuttled in out of prison but tutored her in the fine art of snatching TV dinners. “There was definitely shame for sure, but looking back, I was able to eat,” she says. “There’s a Hungry-Man — steak and potatoes and a little brownie — you’re like, I’m all over that.”

Jones’ mother worked low-paying clerical and housekeeping jobs to support Lolo and her four siblings. The family bounced around apartments, and Jones went to eight schools in eight years. Given such upheaval, she struggled to keep friends. “The hardest thing was not having those conversations with a girl pal, like when you’re talking hours on the phone,” she says. “I don’t remember those moments.”

When Lolo was in third grade, the family became homeless and bunked in the basement of a Salvation Army church. “That was the dark place where the kids just would not go,” Jones says. “And all of a sudden, we’re living there. I just remember the open showers and coldness to it.” To hide her dismal plight from other kids, she would wake up early to play in the church gym before children arrived for camp. That way, it appeared that someone had dropped her off.

Jones was always running: when the family car broke down, she would jump out and sprint to the store. The practice paid off. She picked up the hurdles in high school and showed so much promise that in her junior year, when her mother moved to Forest City, Iowa — about 125 miles (200 km) north of Des Moines — Lolo stayed behind to pursue a college scholarship. She lived with three different families before leaving for college, still struggling to fit in. “Think about her situation,” says former Des Moines Register editor Randy Essex, who took Jones in for 16 months. “Her dad is in and out of her life, her family moved a lot, and all of a sudden she moves in with these people who are pretty much strangers.”

Read more: http://olympics.time.com/2012/07/19/lolo-jones-olympic-hurdler/#ixzz22vDkkhWd

 

She’s definitely one of my favorites this year.

I’m so angry that I couldn’t watch the marathon due to the typhoon! Ah, it was so traumatic that I missed it. I can’t find any videos of it either. Youtube? I don’t know.

It still gives me the chills. 

 

I don’t even know the full story of the marathon, but seeing photos makes me so incredibly happy. It makes me want to run. It makes me want to a run a marathon.

 

As soon as I get out of the Marines, I’m going to college and running. Running all the time. I know it’s so far fetched to be like, “Hey, I want to be in the Olympics and run marathons and be pro and blah blah blah”, but that’s how I feel. So what? A girl can dream, right?

I think it’s okay to dream big and to have enormous goals. It doesn’t hurt anyone really.

I have a lot of goals. They change daily. As of now, my goal is to go 21 days (and longer) without fried foods such as onion rings and French fries. I’m doing great.

My next goal is to make it without sweets. Not going too well actually. I need to re-think that goal and add rules or something.

My other goals include:

  • Run a marathon
  • Run an ultras for a living
  • Run a 24 hour race
  • Go to Finland
  • Run international races
  • Run professional
  • Write for fitness magazines
  • Coach

What are your goals?

Typhoon Party

6 Aug

I’ll just start off by saying Monday was a terrible day for me. I woke up so motivated to run, but the day before (Sunday, in case you forgot) was so stormy. Apparently, there was a typhoon comping our way.

 

I woke up Monday morning at 4:30 AM to just to get to the gym by 5 AM. I went downstairs in my barracks and I couldn’t go. It was so windy, rainy, and whatever else could take away Dorthy’s house in the Wizard of Oz.

I died inside. I was so ready for a run.

The rest of the day was just down hill from there. Let’s just say my new sweets challenge is extended another day. Or two…

Let me rewind to the weekend because I really don’t want to be a Debbie Downer here.

Saturday

I ran 10.90 miles on the treadmill. Imagine that!

 

Thanks to the Olympics, good music, and my love for running, I can handle the treadmill. I can’t handle when guys tell me the other guys have been talking about me. Apparently, I dress to provocatively and wear short-shorts. Umm, it’s called running clothes. How come females always get hit on what they wear and they put themselves ‘out there’? There are guys at the gym who wear shorter shorts than me! I’m not kidding. Screw them. I dress to be comfortable when I run and to not drown in my own sweat. I don’t dress to look cute. My motto is that by the end of my workout, I should look ugly as hell. By the way, I am literally the only female at the gym the majority of the time so of course I’m going to look damn good.

Did you know they try to regulate women grunting while playing tennis? I guess it’s offensive and freaks out the men. Get over it.

Anyway, I spent the rest of my day grocery shopping with my roommate.

It’s crazy how we get along so well. She’s more of a lifter and I’m more a cardio queen. We both love bananas and have like three tubs of protein powder. We even went to bootcamp together!

I bought the usual of Greek yogurt, Puffins cereal, Kashi waffles, nuts, baby food, and Naked drinks.

In addition, I got my eyebrows waxed. I took a mirror photo just to prove it so none of you would think I’m a liar.

 

You all know I got my tattoo later that night and I scheduled an appointment for next week to get another.

Saturday night I went out with my two best guy friends. I may or may not have consumed an alcoholic beverage. Just one. I don’t see the appeal of drinking so I don’t really do it. It’s pointless to me.

Random transition, but here it goes. I hang out with guys. My roommate is my only girl friend and we don’t even hang out that much. The problem with hanging out with guys is they get use to you and begin talking to you like you are one of their guy friends. I was “fat” and a “butterface” all in one night. Way to hit a girl’s self esteem.

Moving on.

Sunday

I ran another ten miles and didn’t really do anything else.

It was raining out all day and at night it began to storm badly. Lightning, wind, and all that good stuff. That was my hint to order pizza.

 

Well, that was my weekend, but I have some more honorable eats to share!

Can it be Friday already?

No Need for Words Motivation

6 Aug

Not even going to say anything besides…

Motivational Monday!

 

 

 

Happy Monday.

Cheating on Running

3 Aug

I always have super awesome ideas for posts in my head, but then I don’t remember them ever again.

Well, first thing is first…

My workout today included me waking up at again at 4:45 AM, lifting for over an hour with some cardio (22 minutes). Then, I just got back from running at 8 PM at night in the rain.

It was only twenty minutes, but whatever. Better than nothing, right? And I did lift weights forever today. I’m not even hungry, but I chowed down like I was. I blame the five hours of sleep. If that. I need at least seven to function.

Also, I am adding one more day onto my no eating sweets challenge. I ate a brownie today. In my defense, the chow hall I workout rarely makes ‘homemade’ treats and this was a ‘homemade’ raisin nut brownie. How could I resist? So, I’m adding on a day for that and only because I am modifying my challenge. I will allow myself at least one sweet a week, if that.

Anyway, back to weight lifting…

I LOVE IT AGAIN. I need some good websites for workouts though. Any suggestions? Maybe workouts to get in shape like these ladies?

I want to be them. Seriously.

I feel like I am cheating on running because I really do want to run! I just don’t want to run on a damn treadmill yet I don’t want to die outside because it is so hot. Ahhhh. I love you, running. Don’t leave me. 

Lifting right now is great. I love it. I’m trying to get strong again and get a tight stomach. The only probably I have with me lifting is I remove a lot of cardio and I feel like  I don’t get a good workout because I’m not sweating like I would on a run. You know what I mean? I sweat a little bit doing weights when I get super into it and I’m like lifting 70 pounds over my head then leg pressing twice my weight.

I miss running a lot. I miss running in Portland. 

I plan on running tomorrow (Saturday morning for me). Then, hitting up the grocery store, making a tattoo appointment, and hanging out with friends.

Oh, and I will blog about what I’m currently eating and vegan-ism. Whadya say?

Q&A:
– Ever cheated on running, your favorite sport, lifting, etc.?

Another 21 Days

1 Aug

Hello!

Thank you for all the comments on my last post. I really do appreciate everyone’s comment and opinion. This is America. Say what you want whether you disagree or agree. I love to hear it all.

Happy August!

My whole no fried food challenge is going great. I haven’t had any fried food. August 15th is when I can buy those running shoes I want. Actually, my challenge is going so great that I gave myself a second one. 

No sweets, excluding Starbucks’ coffee because I can’t resist. I can, but come on now. Starbucks is the world’s greatest… I don’t even know what to call it. It’s amazing.

So, August 1st was the start of my ‘no sweets’ challenge and so far I’m passing. Once I make it to August 21st, I plan on buying myself a purse and probably some more running clothes. I buy too much as it is so this is how I limit myself.

Besides, I feel better not eating all that crap. I really do. I have more energy and I don’t feel so loaded down. I need energy because…

Wednesday morning I woke up at 4:45 AM to work out. 

I wake up  to give myself fifteen minutes to get ready just to walk a few feet to the gym. It takes me longer than that because I’m so disoriented. I brush my teeth, wash my face, take my vitamins, pee, get dress, pee, and then leave. I don’t know why it takes me forever.

My workout included something similar to this:

 

I didn’t do the same numbers or in that order. I didn’t even do that cardio. I did do something along the lines of:

– Bicep Curls 12 x 3
– Tricep Kickbacks 12 x 3

Then ab work and then I would move on to some leg work with 12 reps x 3.

Abs and then arm work.

It took me over an hour and I did about twenty something minutes of cardio.

After all that, I got ready for work.

 

Breakfast is scarfed down. I had some Puffins cereal with Greek yogurt and a spoonful of peanut butter. 

Work

 

 

A second breakfast is consumed of a croissant and peanut butter.

I go, go, go and eat salads all day with protein on the side or I pick up something from the food court. I was starving today so I went to Taco Bell for beans. Good protein, eh? 

I’m off at 4:30 ish . I was exhausted so I read all your blogs then decide to go on a 30 minute run outside. Despite it being cloudy and dusk, I still had to stop and take breaks. The humidity is that bad. I’m not joking. It was a good run. I love running outside. I miss it a lot. Wahhhh. Go cry about it, Christy. 

Anyway, I did want  to give a play by play of my day, but it’s not that exciting. I work out, work, eat, work out more, and sleep. Sleep is the best part of my day (besides working out).

Well, that does it. Sleep time for me so I can wake up again for spin class. By the way, check out Katie’s post of the awesomeness I sent her. I’m She’s beast.

One of Those

29 Jul

Ever have those days where you are just nonstop hungry? You eat something and you want something else in the next twenty minutes?

That’s me all day today. It’s annoying.

It could be the fact that I haven’t ran in a few weeks, but I knocked out 10.50 miles yesterday and 8.25 miles today (with time on the elliptical). My body is like, “What the hell?! I thought you were done with this?”

I woke up and just laid around. I made myself a smoothie (Muscle Milk + banana + spinach) and went to the gym, where I ate raisins. Once again, hungry for no reason at all. 

I came back and made lunch. I ate some Kashi waffles, PB2, jelly, and Greek yogurt with Gerber baby apple sauce. 

It could be the fact that I haven’t left my room at all today besides to talk on the phone outside and to go to the gym. I have been doing tests all day and classes. It’s a Marine thing. Gotta do it. It took me three and half hours to do  three tests. I watched Parks and Recreations while doing so though so that explains a lot. And I couldn’t stop eating. I’m a pig. 

It could also be the fact that I went to bed at midnight because I could not sleep. Then, I woke up at six something in the morning. I was like what the hell? Could be that two week old Greek yogurt. I don’t know.

Last night was a rough night too. It was just one of those nights where I sat on my bed and questioned myself.

Am I good enough?
Am I attractive?
Am I fit?
Am I skinny enough?

Total self pity. I know. I’m like a teenager girl.

I don’t know why I had those thoughts. Maybe it’s because the dude I really like never texted me back and I had another guy drunk text me at night, telling me how much he likes me. Still, I have those thoughts a lot.

I never think I’m good enough. I never look in the mirror to like what I see.

I’m not tan enough.
My thighs are too big.
I’m really not skinny.
Why can’t I get a boyfriend? How come I never had one?
I’m too shy.
And I’m weird. So weird.

It’s a never ending cycle that goes on in my head.

And it repeats itself on days like today when I am so hungry. I don’t want to eat. I drink another bottle of water and pop some gum in my mouth. I eat some popcorn then kale chips then raisins then peanuts. I’m full, but then I’m hungry again in an hour.

Perhaps I spend too much time by myself and not with friends. I find myself declining invites because I don’t want to go out. I don’t understand why I’m like that. It’s like when I was in middle school, I declined going out. I was severly depressed back then too. TMI?

One of those nights I suppose. One of those days too.

Enough with the negativity thoughts. Let me move on…

Thanks for all the comments and likes on my vlog! I hope that you guys find me funnier than strange, but hey, that’s life.

And I got some past eats from the week/weekend I would like to share with your permission.

 

Be happy. It’s the weekend.