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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.


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.


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?

– Ever cheated on running, your favorite sport, lifting, etc.?

Another 21 Days

1 Aug


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. 




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.

Friends Gotta Give

31 Jul

Something has been bothering me lately. By lately, I mean in the past two days. And by bothering, I mean what’s new? Isn’t something always bothering me?


Someone asked me if I had any friends, and that exercise equipment doesn’t count. 

I really wish I had a reason as to why that bothered me so much. It really hit me because I have been thinking about it for a day now.

In high school, I didn’t have that many friends. I like being by myself. Junior year I met some of my best friends, but they were a year older than me so that meant they graduated before I did. Senior year I was rather friendless despite being on the cross-country team. I ate lunch by myself and I didn’t mind. I would go to the gym by myself and then go home to my mom, my true friend. Even after high school, I didn’t have too many friends. I ran, worked, and stayed at home. That’s just the type of person I am. I have no problem being by myself .

Truth is, I know I isolate myself from people. I put my workout first then hang out with people. Am I wrong? No. I like working out. I like running. Running makes me happy so I’m going to do that first. Besides, running is the one thing you can do by yourself and be with your mind. I love that. I love thinking about everything, anything, and sometimes nothing. Sometimes  I think about conversations I want to have with people, but never do. Sometimes I think about garlic bread or how much I was cheese sticks.

On the other hand, I have friends now. I don’t have any girl friends per se, but all my friends are guys. I like it. I met some awesome people here in Japan that I share the same interest with (excluding working out). It gets tough sometimes when I would like to talk about certain things like feelings (ewww) and I’m just surrounded by guys. But that’s why I work out. Does that make me a loner or a weird person? Maybe. Maybe I am socially awkward (I was called that too).

I don’t think there is anything wrong with having a few friends. I also don’t think there is anything wrong with wanting to be by yourself. Learning to like your own company, the silence, and being by yourself is a positive thing. Of course there is a line where being by yourself too much is a problem. Perhaps people see me like that.

Yet, why don’t people say anything about Olympic athletes or elite runners? They put their workout first all the time. Their career, their life is their sport. I’ll be the crazy one and say running is my life. Why can’t I just run without someone commenting about how much I workout, how I only eat salads, and how I have no friends? No one says anything about professional athletes. They give up so much – IE friends – to be amazing. What’s wrong with that? Nothing. I would do that any day of the week. Running is never going to stab me in the back. It may give me a stress fracture, but that’s my own dam fault.

I really don’t see the problem with putting friends second. Yes, being around others is great, but I’m shy. I am strange. I am the biggest goof ball around. I get social anxiety. So what? I don’t care about partying or going out drinking. I like being at the gym or watching 30 Rock in my room. I enjoy that. I love reading. I’m a nerd.

Obviously,as you can tell, the comment about having no friends bothered me. I don’t like to think that I am a huge loner, although I come across that way. I turn down more requests to go ‘party’ and drink than turning down a cookie.

This reminds me of the video hungryrunnergirl posted…

Check it out. So amazing. I want this to be my life. Call my crazy.

Anyway, that is what grins my gears.

And this is what I have been noshing on…


To be the best, there are sacrifices.

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.


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