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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?

All Motivations Included

30 Jul

Happy Motivational Monday!

My workout on Monday included 38 minutes on the stair climber and about an hour of lifting. I’ll fit in a run in the afternoon and probably more lifting. So excited to run again. I love my sore calves.

What’s up with me and the color pink? I must really want those shoes.

Anyway, get motivated. 

 

 

I only post this for Starbucks motivation.

 

 

As you can tell, I have a lot of different motivations. Yes, I love celebrities. However, it’s obvious I look up to amazing athletes too and I prefer to be inspired by them, and not Miley Cyrus’s pilates routine. Lolo Jones is my number one idol currently. I love that girl.

Q&A:

What’s your motivation Monday?
Any killer workouts you want to share? Brag about it.