Wednesday, December 21, 2016

2016....What A Year

I recently was encouraged by my trainer to reflect on things of accomplished since 2016. While the year may have been a bummer for humanity in general, it was arguably one of my best years to date. If you know me or followed my blog earlier this year, you know that January started out with me training for the Flying Pig Half Marathon. In May, I completed that race and became somewhat of a running addict. I immediately knew I wanted to keep doing it so I signed up for the Indianapolis Monumental Half Marathon. I met the finish line in November shaving off 16 minutes from my first half. I earned quite a collection of other medals along the way, my least favorite race being the Heart Mini and my most favorite being the beer series runs-still a beer and coney lover at heart! I made incredible and motivational running buddies with several people along the way. A runner's heart has been instilled in me!








My physical strength increased. I started weight training and quickly built up more strength than I knew I had. I climbed a rope and deadlifted 300 pounds, which would have seeemed completely unimaginable in 2015.


Other than physical goals, I achieved tenure status at my job. I traveled to St. Augustine, Las Vegas, LA, New Orleans, Red River Gorge, and Dallas. Traveling is such a passion of mine. Although it wasn't the prettiest of years to do so, TJ and I became season ticket holders to Paul Brown Stadium. I still say Go Bengals! As TJ was still trying to get his business off the ground, these things would have once been completely illogical.

2016 was a year of goals and visions. It was a year of challenging myself to be a new and better person. It was the year I turned my life around and started caring about being healthy and active.

It feels like 2017 has big shoes to fill. I don't want to become stagnant. I never want to be in a place where I'm not challenging myself or pushing myself to new limits. I'm not sure what 2017 will hold, but as of today I am signed up for full marathon training for The Flying Pig. Although it scares me, I remember when one year ago 13 miles did the exact same thing. Facing fears creates a great sense of accomplishment that I wasn't used to knowing before this year. On that note, the blog is back in action. Hope you'll watch the journey unfold with me and be convinced that you can do anything!






Sunday, September 11, 2016

Mental Toughness

So Saturday I was inspired to write a post on mental toughness after doing a 10 mile run. It was a mentally hard run and I felt like my mind kept telling me I couldn't do it. I thought about writing about how your mind can hold you back. This morning, I realized that the mental toughness I need is very little and I should adhere more to the "suck it up" mentality and stop doubting myself. Let me explain.

Some of my friends teamed up with Cincinnati Children's Hospital to train for a 5k with a group of kids who all have different disabilities. This morning was their 5k at Sawyer Point and I decided to go watch and cheer on my friends and the kids that they coached this season. What I witnessed was nothing short of amazing. The kids ranged in ages and ability levels, but they all crossed the finish line strong. Even those, who clearly had difficulties running/walking, were determined to push themselves across that finish line running as hard as they physically could. Every child that crossed the finish line brought a tear to my eye and as I walked away I realized that I know nothing about mental toughness.

These kids have struggles with daily life. They experience real pain. While I might need to do some stretches for my IT band, or while my calves hurt one day on a long run, these children deal with pain related to their disabilities on a daily basis. They have to be mentally tough to stay strong in the face of adversity, knowing that they are different from other kids their age. Many of them have to work hard for the things that come natural to you or I. Many of them would like to be able to do the exact same things that we can do at our ability level, even though we look down on ourselves. I'm not here to say we should feel sorry for them. I'm here to say let's admire them. Let's admire their strength to keep pushing even when things are hard. Let's admire their mental toughness to look at a disability and say "you don't control me." Let's admire their desire to cross that finish line running with all their might. Let's admire their ability to believe in themselves. 

I don't know these children. I've never met any of them. But I wish every person who has ever told me they "can't run" could have watched them run their hearts out this morning. 

Thank you kids for teaching me what mental toughness really means. 

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Queen of the Hill

Yesterday was a day of hill repeats. We started out by running a mile to Newport Central Catholic High School. If you haven't been there, you haven't seen the hill, but dang it is a monster. It's almost like 2 hills and it gets very steep at the top. Before we left, our head coach said we would be doing 7 repeats of this hill. HUH? When we were training for the Pig, I am pretty sure we only did 4. Now it was lightly sleeting that day, but 4 felt like plenty. I just figured in my mind that I would cut out early. Surely, my team wouldn't really want to do 7 and obviously I couldn't do that many!

Welp, I did them all. It took a lot of work both physically and mentally. I was pushing myself harder than I had in a long time. I started chanting, "Get your ass up this hill," which seems lame, but it actually worked and I even got some others on the team to join in and believe in the mantra. I was completely out of breath, exhausted, and sore, but I kept on going. Every time I saw the top of the hill after rounding the curve, I knew I couldn't stop. I had to push myself to keep going. I'm so thankful my body carried me to the top! I do know that as much as hills suck, there's such a sense of accomplishment when you get to the top. The feeling you have at the top of that hill when you are completely breathless and out of juice, yet so proud because you've made it, is unmatched.





When I came home, I had delicious buffalo turkey burgers with sauteed zucchini. It really hit the spot and was a nice recovery meal. 





Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Work Starts....Workouts Go On...

So I made a goal for myself to continue working out 6 days a week. School has started back up and I feel like a hamster spinning on a wheel. There's so much more responsibility with the start of the school year and this year has brought even more adjustments. So although it's been difficult, it has still been possible. I'm thrilled to say that I have kept it up even though I haven't been able to do 2 workouts a day like I was doing in summer. However, my eating has gotten tons better with having a regular schedule. So there are some positives too and it's all about balancing good food/bad food and working out.

Last night was my group run with my training group. Almost all of my pace group from spring has moved up a group so I finally felt like it was time to make the move. The pace group I moved into actually has 2 coaches and 2 different pace times. I ran the first half with the slower group, but moved up to the faster group for the second half of my run. I wasn't sure if I could keep up, especially on a progression run with multiple hills, but I managed. My last mile progression started out at 10'10 and I ended up at 9'50. It was definitely not easy and I had to mentally push myself to keep going, but I did it and I felt very proud at the end for accomplishing this. It was one of my hardest 5 mile runs but I liked the challenge and I think I needed to realize that feeling comfortable also means that I wasn't pushing myself as hard as I needed to. We will see where the season goes.

Monstars who moved up


My old coaches Tom and Jerry
Two days a week my workouts are at 5:30 a.m. with a personal trainer and we do weight training. I would be the first person to say "I could never work out that early," but my trainer talked me into it and coerced me by reminding me of the free time I could have in the evenings (even though I chose a recovery run today...yay free time!) The answer to me being tired is NO! I'm really not tired because exercise gives me energy. The only day I've been tired is because I didn't eat enough so as long as I eat properly I feel great all day. I haven't missed the sleep time yet, and I'm going on week 3. I actually have a bigger sense of accomplishment for getting up and doing it before the sun even comes up. I thought maybe you would find some pointers beneficial for how to workout before work.

1. PLAN-I plan all my clothes/meals the night before and that's the most helpful thing I do. I lay my workout clothes out and pack all of my work clothes for the day. I have mini bottles of shampoo and body wash that I refill and take with me. I pack everything! I also plan all of my meals. Last night I boiled 2 eggs. I ate a Quest Bar before I went to work out. Afterwards, I had my 2 hardboiled eggs with half an avacado on toast. This was packed in my lunchbox with buffalo chicken quinoa for lunch, which were leftover from last night. You can make it work.

2. DON'T WASTE TIME-When I am at home I take long 20 minute showers. My whole getting ready time is about an hour. At the gym, my get ready time is 30 minutes. I take quick showers. Sometimes I leave with my hair wet and I skip makeup, which I often do anyways. It's okay for some hairs to be out of place 2 days a week.

3. EAT-Don't forget to eat because that is what is going to make you get fatigued. I eat a banana or something similar around 10:00 then after school I have another snack and finish off the day with a healthy dinner. You will probably be hungrier than you're used to at work so make sure you pack appropriately or you'll have to beg coworkers for snacks (guilty!) 

Overall I think that whatever you want to do in life, there's a way to do it. If you are passionate about it you will make the time, even if you may think that time will be inconvenient at first. Good luck!

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Women Kick @$$

Recently, I've been more aware of the fact that we live in a sexist society, especially when it comes to sports. I'm not trying to be a negative nelly here, because I'm not that type of person, but I am writing this to put it out there that we need to change our thoughts and words when it comes to athletes who are women.

This morning, I read an article about the sexist things that have happened at the Olympics so far. The article referenced things like referring to a bronze medalist as "The wife of a Bear's lineman," an announcer that said the women's gymnastics team looked like they "might as well be standing in the middle of a mall," and calling Katie Ledecky the "female Michael Phelps." 


This afternoon, I went to GNC to pick up some aminos at the advice of some people around me. These are basically a supplement to help with muscle repair. The male working asked what I was looking for and I said "BCAAs." He laughed a little. I thought in my head that I must be saying it wrong or calling it something that most people didn't know it as. He said (after laughing,) "what brand are you looking for." I replied, "I'd just like to compare some different brands." He said, "Oh, I just thought you were buying them for someone else." I left and bought them somewhere else. 

Statistics also show that once girls get to middle school, they stop playing sports... Coincidence?

Don't get me wrong here, I enjoy watching male athletes just as well. You'll find me at the Bengals stadium or in front of the TV every Sunday during football season, but the truth is there is a stigma against women as athletes. Why do Olympic gold medalists have to be "girls at the mall." Why does Katie Ledecky have to be compared to Michael Phelps after crushing her own records?  Why does someone need to be labeled as someone's wife like that's her only defining characteristic? Why do people think women shouldn't be lifting weights? Why are commentators talking about what women are wearing all the time while discussing their ability? Why is it that when I run someone yells derogatory statements at me out of a car window? 

Ladies, I believe that we need to advocate more for ourselves. Confidence is key and there is no reason to not be proud of things you can accomplish. I think we need to change the conversation so that others will follow. 

Women are strong. Women are fighters. Women are athletes.

Me after Farleks tonight (a pacing running skill. I wonder if the guy at GNC does these?)



Monday, August 8, 2016

Back in Action

It's been awhile since I've posted and I thought about not starting the blog again since my original idea was to post my journey to the Flying Pig Half Marathon. I've conquered that, so what's left for me to talk about, right? In actuality, the Flying Pig was just a blip on the radar of the healthy lifestyle I want to live and the athletic challenges I want to conquer. My journey started (pre Flying Pig training) last year on the first day of school. As I approach the first day of school on Wednesday I thought it was a good time to look back at my journey and remember why I'm still on it.

Let's take a journey in pictures.....

2013 I think...?
October 2015
December 2015
July 2016
July 2016
I had to include 2 recent pictures because I like myself a whole lot more now. I'm 47 pounds lighter now than I was in the first picture. In addition to being smaller on the scale, I'm happier, I have more energy, I'm more confident, and I'm stronger (physically and emotionally.)

Summer got me a little off kilter and as my schedule changed, my diet also suffered. Luckily, I've become so obsessed with working out that I've been able to combat this, but I'm ready to be more holistic again with my health journey.

I'm starting this blog again because people have told me I've inspired them. In reality, this helps to inspire me and the blog and facebook postings help to hold me accountable. I don't talk about these things to brag, I talk about them because I'm proud of my accomplishments, but I also want people to know that they can do it too and it's nothing that is impossible. I want to continue to post my results, but I also want to get more into posting recipes and ideas or motivations for others who feel like they need that extra push because I'm so passionate about it. Ask anybody that is around me how much I talk about it!

I'm currently training for the Indy Monumental Half Marathon. I also work out with a trainer 2 days a week and I've gotten really into lifting weights.

The blog has helped me to think and brainstorm about what I want for myself this year and this has led me to realize I need to make a new vision board and goals for the upcoming school year. I will share some of these goals with you. I challenge you to do this too. I truly believe an attitude of optimism is the best tool for achieving goals.

You'll hear from me again soon because I will remain a pig a flight.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Medal Monday

As today is the day after the Flying Pig it is known as "medal Monday." Tonight I will meet up with my team and we are all encouraged to wear our medals from the season and have some beers together. I'm going to try giving as much justice to yesterday as I can, but the day was almost a complete blur. There were so many emotions as I conquered this huge milestone.

I was able to get plenty of sleep on Saturday night, which was surprising to me. I thought I would be more nervous but I felt a weird sense of calm and even when I woke up Sunday morning I didn't feel as nervous as I thought I would be. I quickly met up with my group and it was lightly raining. We did a "Monstar" cheer together then began walking to our corral. After we got to the corral I was just ready for the race to start! Finally everything was set to go and I began my tracking as I jogged across the starting line while "Eye of the Tiger" came on Spotify. (how appropriate) The rain had miraculously stopped and even with the start of the race there were so many spectators cheering me on.

When I crossed the bridge into Newport, I immediately saw my boss (who else has a boss that would come cheer them on?!) and her husband with a sign that said "Run Now, Wine Later" which made me laugh. Then as I rounded the corner, at the Peace Bell several of my family members were sitting at the corner with signs and cheering me on. It made me rather emotional to know that I had so many people who were rooting for me.

Into Covington I went. When we trained, this was always one of my favorite routes. As we crossed the bridge from Covington into Ohio the city looked insanely beautiful with the sun rising behind it. We looped around and began our journey into downtown Cincinnati. The sun was blazing at this point making it hard to even see what was in front of me. I began to get very hot and started looking for water stations because I was so thirsty. I was sweating...really sweating and it was time to take on the hills.....

I had done these hills before and knew I was prepared to take them on. As I headed up Gilbert, a man with a letter "F" was shouting "Get the F up the hill!" Again, it was something to make me laugh. Upon getting into Eden Park fairly successfully, my boss, Susan and her husband and 3 of my coworkers, Luke, Lori, and Courtney and her husband, were on the sidelines cheering for me with some more humorous signs. It actually gave me a boost and I was up that last hill in no time. It felt like I had wings. After making it to the top of Eden Park and beginning some smaller hills, I started feeling pure exhaustion.

My plan was to go hard on the last 3 miles, but my body felt completely unable. I was hot, I was dehydrated, and I was absolutely soaked in sweat. I felt like I had no energy. Luckily, one of my teammates, Marc was by my side the whole time. He kept telling me to get out of my head. I kept repeating "Because I can, because I can, because I can..." I just wanted to be done. Finally the downhill, which felt pretty good, but then I felt like I almost couldn't make it to the finish. Things became blurry and I was feeling dizzy, but finally I saw it-the Finish Swine. So beautiful. I tried to sprint, but in reality I don't think I started going any faster. In the finishing chute I passed, my parents with my niece, T.J. and my friend Mallory, my friend Liz's mom and dad, her boyfriend, and his two boys. I passed my cousin Jessica and her husband Zeb, with my Aunt Kathy. I passed my brother and sister n law with my niece and nephew, who had apparently been trying to catch me all day. All of these people distracted me from the steps I was taking, from the tiredness that I was feeling. Was I almost there? I think I made it across... I think I made it across....
Relief... Sort of....
Is there water??

As the dizziness continued I started chugging water and sat down on some boxes. A medic approached me, but I assured her I was fine and just needed a minute. Marc and Ron (I think) stood by me as I regained some sense of normalcy. As I stood up and exited the finishing area rather wobbly, my friend Liz was waiting for me as well as my cousins, Paige and Molly. As I started feeling myself again, I started realizing exactly what my body had just done and how impossible this seemed just a short while ago.

Some of my friends were waiting at Bessler's house for me to eat brunch. It was nice to have more people to celebrate with. It was wonderful the whole day to feel incredibly loved, and supported. I am still in disbelief of all the people who spent a huge period of their morning with me and gave up precious sleep just to cheer me on as I passed by them for 30 seconds.

To my friends and family-your support meant more than you will know. Crossing the finish line means more to me today than it did yesterday, because yesterday all I felt was relief. Today I feel pride in myself to have overcome such a huge accomplishment. Thank you for being by my side for this accomplishment. This weekend was one of the most memorable of my life. I know that I will cherish it forever.

I want to assure you that whatever dream you have is not too large. Whatever you want to accomplish can be done. It will not be the easiest path, but it will be one that you can travel on. Quit making excuses for reasons you cannot do the things you want. Stop letting people, or thoughts, or time get in the way. I never gave up on myself. My head might have given up on me, other people might have given up on me, my body might have even given up on me, but I NEVER gave up on myself. The pain I have felt is gone. The soreness is making its' way out of my legs. The pride of completing my first half marathon is being processed. I accomplished something that I never would have dreamed of 6 months ago, but I set my mind on it. I put my time and energy into it, I believed that I would cross the finish line. So I did. Stop doubting yourself. Stop giving up on yourself. Stop hating yourself. Believe in yourself. Find strength in yourself. Be confident in your ability to cross whatever finish line means something to you. Work every day for what you want. It can be yours. You can make it yours.

If you can't run 13 miles, you'd shock yourself to know you actually could.

Love,
Someone Who Couldn't Run 1 Mile,
Flying Pig Half Marathon Finisher,
Lauren



Thursday, April 28, 2016

An Open Letter To My Pace Team


Dear Monstars,

     Early on in the training journey, I knew this would be a fun group. I myself have nothing to compare it to, but I've heard that not all groups are as special as the group we have had this time. From the beginning, I admitted that I was a newb to all of this. I was nervous starting the group and wondering if I would be able to keep up with the long runs and be able to find a place with experienced runners. To say you welcomed me with open arms would be an understatement.

     Through the process you guys have been cheerleaders for me. You have been constantly encouraging, giving me tips and advice, asking me how I'm doing, and overall helping me to build my confidence. I thought that the group would be more competitive. Instead I found that everyone wanted to support me and wanted me to make it to the top of some huge hills. It was never about racing each other, outperforming each other, or proving ourselves. I can't tell you how much it has meant to me to feel like I have a group that has accepted me and helped me to better myself. In my mind, this was not how I pictured the group at all.

     I've appreciated getting to know each one of you. On our long runs, I feel like I would find myself talking to several different people and getting to know things about your families and personal lives. Only knowing each other for a short period of time, it felt like we all just clicked and easily got along.

     Maybe you helped me up a hill, maybe you encouraged me when I was feeling down on myself, maybe you gave me advice on doing my dreaded speed training, (or clapped when I was the last one to finish) maybe you told me I was a runner, granted me with one of my badass badges, listened to me complain about a stupid route, "They said this wasn't hilly." "Riverside Drive again?!" complimented me on the 12 mile that I led, or even stood next to me while I cussed trying to make it to the finish line on a long route, know that each one of you touched me in some way.

     My journey is far from over when the Flying Pig ends, but I want you to know that you all helped me to get my start. It was The Monstars that transformed me into a runner, week by week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Thank you.

     I wish you nothing but the best on Sunday and hope to see you as my running buddies in the future.

Love,
Lauren

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

One Day Closer and A Special Thank You

So today I came to school to see that our gym teacher had picked up the shirts for the 26th mile and 5k. I was ecstatic because for the first time everything seemed really close!


I love the logo this year and the branding. The play on the pig "turning 18" is funny and I feel like the theme is a good one for my personality and my first Pig.

So I want to start out by giving my first thank you today. It may be one that has been given before, but I seriously could not have done all of this without my husband, T.J. For those of you that know my husband, you know that he is sort of a workaholic and will spend weekends working and late nights editing on his computer. Even with all that he has had going on, he never once complained about my training. I've been working out about 6 days a week and it usually falls right after work. This means dinner has been left up to him every night. He is a much better cook than me anyways, but it's been nice to not have to worry about where my meals are coming from after a hard workout and being exhausted. All of the meals we eat at home have been nutritious and have really taken into account the foods I am trying to steer away from.

I've needed/wanted running shoes, new running shoes, headphones, tech socks, tech shirts, tech capris, and sports bras. Let's not forget those hefty race fees and cost for being in my training group. TJ never said "wow, you're spending a lot of money." TJ truly has wanted me to have all the tools I need to be comfortable and successful. The early Saturday morning runs have meant I've been ready for bed at about 10:00 p.m. on Fridays. This has often meant that T.J. came home with me even when our friends were out doing other fun activities. After these Saturday runs I usually came home hangry and then took a shower and a nap. How boring of me. Did you read the post about T.J. running up Torrence with me when I was feeling like I wouldn't make it at the Heart Mini? He is truly awesome. Instead of complaining, these are the things I hear, "I'm so proud of you." "You are looking really good." "I know how hard you are working." "I don't mind helping you!"

Today, TJ asked me to stop at home before I went to my workout. When I came home, he said some really nice things to me about how proud he was of this journey that I've taken on. He didn't need to provide me with any gifts after these kind words, yet I got this:
Plus, I got a hydration belt that holds 2 water bottles. I think this will really come in handy when I am running this summer!

I'm not saying that either of us are perfect or that our marriage is perfect. I'm saying that life is so much easier and challenges are so much smoother when you have the right support. T.J. has been the perfect support for me and he truly has wanted this goal as much as I have wanted it for myself. I urge all of you to be your biggest fan for your partner. The difference it makes is huge. I know that it hasn't always been easy for T.J. or fun for him, but I know that he is willing to do it because he is selfless. So to T.J.-- I thank you more than absolutely anybody else in my life. What you have provided for me these last 6 months has been completely invaluable. You have helped me to accomplish difficult goals I have set for myself. You have kept me motivated and have forced me to believe in myself. Thank you for helping me take flight.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Excited, Not Anxious...Yet

As of today, I am not nervous about the race. I have been feeling really excited and just ready for it to be here. I went to an informational meeting about The Flying Pig at Bob Roncker's where people who worked for the marathon talked to us and answered different questions. It was very interesting. Funny story, I was out for a walk last week and actually met the Executive Director, Iris. She lives in my neighborhood and we talked for a few minutes. She was there today and remembered me. She seems so sweet and it's awesome that she works so hard for the organization. They have donated so much money to different charities in the area, and have really brought something unique and quirky to the city that I love so much. It's a lot to be proud of if this is where you call home.

Upon leaving Bob Roncker's I got to pick up my stuff for being a part of the training group.
My new training shirt and Feetures socks. I was hoping for orange shirts, but this will do too.

My friend Kelly bought me these amazing glasses...
Are these not hilarious? I can't wait to wear them post-race on Sunday. I'm having a brunch to celebrate with mimosas.

I want to talk about the people who have made this process so special, but I'm just not ready to say goodbye yet. It's been the journey of a lifetime and although there will be other training groups and marathons, (running is no longer a bucket list item for me) this crew has been extremely special. I will talk more about them on Wednesday after our last training session.

In the meantime, thank you all for cheering me on. You have been one of the biggest reasons that I have known this was possible. Now I feel like the sky is the limit. I am feeling so confident about Sunday and the kind words that you have all given me have resonated.

I'm prepared to fly and ready to spread my wings.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Sometimes I Panic

So today the word was given that our coaches do not necessarily run the half marathon with us. I had a hard run today. This may have been because of the heat. I'm not really sure, but it felt like I was riding the struggle bus. It wasn't my worst run, but not my best.

So while running someone mentioned that we would be doing the run on our own on race day. When we got back home I inquired about this and yes, it's true, I may not be running with a coach on race day.

Say what?

Immediately I started panicking. I mean PANICKING. I don't understand. I've always run with a coach. I suck at pacing myself. They've been with me the whole time. How on Earth can I do this on my own?

Several coaches assured me that I'm completely ready for this and I will be fine. I realized I was slightly overreacting. Some of my teammates said they would be willing to meet up and run together.

Although I am still worried, I need to try and keep it positive. I need to understand that this is what my coaches have been preparing me for during the last six months. No matter how hard or how alone I feel, I have to cross that finish line successfully for myself. My biggest worries right now are pacing myself. When I went out by myself on Monday, I finished my first mile in 8 minutes. That's very dangerous for a 13 mile run. I don't have a pacing watch and it's just hard for me to tell what pace my body is running. Sometimes I also need the support of my teammates to tell me I can do it when that negative self talk creeps in.

Everyone is saying the energy of the crowd and the adrenaline will keep me going. I know in my heart I can finish, but I want to be able to finish on the terms that I want. I am really hoping that race day goes well for me. It's so close now that I hope I can take my mind off of it and not freak myself out. I will work hard to stay focused on each day instead of the race ahead.

Monday, April 18, 2016

On Making Excuses

Realizing that this blog is close to over (maybe) I've found the urge to blog more. Today I wanted to discuss something that we all face-excuses. Now this blog may seem a little harsh but know that everything I'm saying is because I've also had an issue with making excuses.

I hear from people a lot about my blog, the weight I have lost, running, the marathon, etc. People usually give me compliments, which are nice and help me stay motivated and then I usually hear these things...

"I could never run that far."
"If I were still young, I'd try it out."
"I need to lose some weight before I can do any serious exercise."
"I would do it if I had the time."
"I wish I could do something like that."

I am here to tell you that you can literally DO ANYTHING! When I started this whole process, I could not run 1 single mile without stopping. Now I am running 12. A woman in my running group has 3 young children and is still with us weekly and doing the recommended workouts daily. We have people in their 60's who are training for the half marathon. One of my coaches just qualified and ran in her first Boston Marathon at age 50. There are all sorts of body types too!

Maybe running is not for you, which I understand, but find what is for you. Maybe it's swimming or dance classes. I've found out that I like boxing. Maybe you like to walk or ride bikes on trails. Maybe you like to flipping mountain climb. Whatever it is, you have to make the time to do it and do it without hesitation.

Throw yourself into the journey wholeheartedly. I have tried before so many times and failed. It's easy to come home and plop yourself on the couch after a long day at work. It's easy to say "I'm so tired." Sometimes you have to take the harder road. It won't always be fun or easy and sometimes you may be tired. Today I worked from 7:30 a.m.-6:00 p.m. I came home and went on an hour run, came inside to eat dinner, meal planned for the week, went to the grocery, then came home and made lunches for the next few days.

I'm not writing this to claim I've found the perfect combination because the truth is, I haven't. My friends know that I often refer to myself as the "hot mess express." My point is you have to dedicate a lot of time and effort into trying to be healthier. It has to be one of the top things on  your priority list or it simply won't work. The amazing part is that once it starts becoming part of who you are, it becomes a lot easier. I'm now able to manage my time a little better. I'm getting better at meal planning healthy meals so I don't constantly have to look up recipes. I exercise 6 days a week and am hardly ever tired or groggy (flashback to last year of having the terrible afternoon crashes.) I want you all to know that I believe in you no matter where you are starting, no matter how fat, skinny, weak, old, young, out of shape, busy, tired, or unable you think you are. The hardest part is telling yourself to take on the commitment and strive for it every single day. Stop telling yourself you can't. Stop making excuses. Tell yourself you are ready. Tell yourself you are able. Tell yourself you want it. Don't stop until you get it.

Why not now? Why not forever?

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Suck It Gilbert

This morning was my second run up Gilbert. If you remember my blog post from the first time I ran this hill, it was the time I almost threw up. Two of my teammates helped to get me to the top because I wanted to give up. They almost had to drag me....

Today was a different experience. We started off our route with Gilbert and I was as little bit nervous, but as I kept going I realized I was feeling pretty okay. Once we get about halfway up Gilbert, we turned right to go up to Eden Park. Cue two more hills. Cue me making conversation with someone from my group while going up the hill. Making conversation while freaking hill running. Who am I? Finally we passed Krohn Conservatory (where I'm told Elvis will be giving out high fives during the Pig) and I made it to the overlook. Yes, I was out of breath but I had made it without even slightly feeling like I was going to throw up. It was one of my biggest confidence boosters so far. I should have gotten a picture at the overlook but there was no water stop there this week. Instead, I'll show you a picture I found on google.

Now imagine the sun coming up over this as a single boat cut through the smooth water. I said it was beautiful about 100 times. I also said "Suck it Gilbert!"

 I conquered something that was so hard to me when I started out. I can't tell you how much this made me believe in myself. After the Heart Mini being so difficult I had a lot of nervousness about The Flying Pig. That race made 13 miles seem absolutely impossible, but after running 12 miles for two weeks in a row, and finally doing Gilbert today without suffering, I feel like this is actually something I CAN do.

Coming back from spring break, this week was a difficult one. I had a lot to get done and I was dealing with some issues on top of just being plain tired. As the school year comes to a close the pressure to perform gets more intense. I seriously got a twitch in my left eye due to stress. This morning as I ran, I realized the twitch did not come into my eye once. Since I started my day off with the run, I had not had a problem with my eye all day long. Running has changed my life, as corny as that may sound.

The journey coming to an end is so bittersweet. I've become so much stronger because of my training. I've met some amazing and incredibly supportive people. I've lost weight and become more happy with myself. I've felt like a stronger woman in general. I know that crossing the finish line will feel so good, but so sad at the same time. My focus has been on nothing else since January. I just can't imagine my life without this goal in it.

Two weeks and counting.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Wanting It To Be Over Before It Started

I know I'm a bit late on this, but Saturday I had what is called the 20/12 "race." It's a gathering of all the running groups in the Cincinnati area and marked as the last long run before tapering starts for the Pig. Thursday I got back from Florida at around 7 p.m. By the way, I did continue my training in Florida. What a beautiful 6 miler and 4 miler I had. Anyways, coming back to Cincinnati and the extreme temperature change, I woke up with killer sinus problems on Friday. I managed to play volleyball in the evening and have some drinks with friends (I only drank water) but I was still feeling exhausted. Naturally Saturday morning at 6:30 I was not thrilled to get up. I had a sinus headache and it was so early after having that late volleyball game. I got up anyways and set out to pick up Liz, who was also participating. As I stepped outside, I realized it was cold....really cold.

Once we got there at about 7:30, we had to stand around and wait for the race to start at 8:00. The wind was whipping and the breeze was freezing. It was in the 30s, which is a lot colder than the 30s in January for some reason. I was trying so hard to warm up, but nothing worked. This really really really really sucked. Finally, we began running. My calves started hurting terribly. I don't know if it was from sitting in a car for 13 hours or what, but it definitely didn't feel good. Then it started snowing... All of the groups were sharing a sidewalk and it felt crammed starting out, with a lot of stopping, going, and trying to dodge around people.

It was mile 1 and I wanted it to end. Only 11 more to go.

As we approached mile 3, our coach told us if we were having aches and pains and felt like we needed to stop that this would be a good time to turn around. I seriously considered it. Then I realized that being sore is not the same thing as being injured and I was just trying to get out of doing it. So I kept going.

As we continued running I felt slightly guilty for having a sour attitude and mentioned it to one of my teammates. He suggested I give myself a half a mile to complain about everything I wanted and then not do it for the rest of the run. This was around mile 6. So in my head I let everything out. I griped about my runny nose, how cold I was, how much the course sucked, how tired I was, how my calves hurt, etc. After that I actually did feel better. Maybe it was because I was past the halfway point, but I became more excited to finish.

And finish I did, quite strong actually. The end had several hills and I just kept trudging up each one that was in front of me, pushing myself to finish the race with my head up. There were goodies waiting at us for the finish line. Thanks to all who sponsored the race and to the Flying Pig for their "random oinks of kindness" along the route.

I came home and took a 2 hour nap and I actually felt good enough to brave the cold once again to watch FCC take the field at Nippert Stadium. I ended up with around 33,000 steps. Then I slept in on Sunday until 11 a.m. I'm finally feeling like myself again. The 12 miler actually gave me more confidence about taking on the pig in such extreme conditions with my mind not being in the right place. I've said it before, but sometimes the mental barriers are the hardest to overcome. I was thankful that I was able to overcome these barriers and show myself I was capable. 

Will I call myself a runner yet? 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

A 12 Miler Makes Me So Happy!

So today we had a 12 mile run. T.J. woke up around the same time as me this morning and I told him I was nervous and I had no idea why. I still don't know why because after conquering this run, I realized how prepared I was to do it. We started at Ault Park and it was quite chilly in comparison to the nice spring weather we've been having lately. One of my coaches was in Lexington running a half marathon. Around mile 4 we had a water stop. My coach Jerry says "Hey, Lauren. Do you think you can lead the group the rest of the way?" Jerry had to stop because he was having some pain and needed to take it easy after an injury. I was unsure about doing it. I told him I knew very little about pacing but he assured me that I would do fine. This was a new challenge for me, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to help my team.

The next miles put me in a great mental place. We were going around Lunken Airport trails and it was actually a very pretty route. I enjoyed talking to my group and making sure everyone was okay and feeling good. I was able to mentally tell myself I had to keep going because all of these people were behind me. The thoughts of stopping barely entered my mind. I had a member tell me to slow down at one point because we were going too fast and I appreciated that. I need to invest in a watch so I can get better with my pacing and I honestly want to make that a goal for myself to help my running improve.

The Monstars all made it back, even heading up about a mile long extremely steep hill. I felt proud of myself and my team. Some people decided to take a shortcut on the way back, which was fine, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could keep going. I didn't want to cheat myself of any miles because I knew that I needed them. So I made it all 12.25 miles, which makes the Pig seem like it will be so very attainable.

When we got back a lot of people on my team thanked me. This made my heart swell. Seriously. Then I came home to see this stuff on facebook. More swelling of heart....


I am in no way trying to brag here, although it may sometimes feel like it on this blog. I'm just so amazed when I think about where I started and how this is not the place where I thought I would be. I honestly thought I would have quit or given up by now, so to be in this place is more than I could have every imagined for myself and for my health. 


My mom made a coffee cake for me to take- cinnamon crumble on top and chocolate chips inside. Thanks mom! This and the other treats brought by runners was a nice way to round at the morning.   If you look down below those are actually some of the trails I was running on today.

I've gotta keep moving today before I enter the 13 hour car ride to Florida, which may be hard on my muscles after the long run today. Off to pack!

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Things I Love, Among Things I hate

Okay so Saturday I ran 11 miles. It was great, but I had such a busy weekend that I was unable to write about it. I plan on writing a post this week on Saturday when I run 12 miles, which will be my new personal record.

Since it is more time appropriate, I want to talk about today which incorporated speed work. I literally hate speed work. Hills are my preference of the two... yes, that's how much I hate it (see post on Farleks.) Today we did Yassos on a track. Yassos for me meant running 2 laps around the track at an 10 minute pace and then 1 lap around at a recovery pace of 11'30". We did this 5 times, then we had to run the mile back home. All in all it was 6 miles. 6 miles feels so much easier when it is just a steady run at a set pace. I hate the speed work. Did I already mention that? I feel like I can't catch my breath when I do it. Not to mention, I got new shoes and after today I am taking them back. They made my toes go numb and I had leg soreness from the start. I'm still in search for the perfect shoe, but I've found some other things that are perfect that I feel like I should share with you so it doesn't sound like this post is one long complaint....

First up... Sweaty Bands


These came in the mail this week. They literally DO NOT SLIP in your hair. The top picture is me after my run today and I didn't have to adjust that thing one time. I have tried so many products, and these are the absolute best I have found.

Next up, oatmeal

The oatmeal packets have a ton of added sugar. These are the Quaker 1 minute oats. I add cinnamon and then chop up an apple to help add some flavor. My trainer suggested I eat this to get some carbs in the morning. Just eating scrambled eggs was only protein, and you need carbs in the morning to burn off throughout the day.

Next, my husband recently purchased me a YETI tumbler. I should preface this one by saying I'm literally obsessed with drinking water throughout the work day.

This is a splurge as far as a cup goes, but it really does keep my drink cold all day long. I'm really going to appreciate this sucker at the beach and I appreciated it today when it housed cold water after my very sweaty run.

Last, I've received some sweet gifts from people who have been thinking of me. It always feels good to know that somebody went out of their way to make you smile.



The pig pants were from a coworker and the ceramic pig was painted by one of my students (with help from one of my coworkers.)  A special thank you to Megan, Kelly, and Tricia for helping me smile and encouraging me.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Because I Can

So my plan of taking everything day by day has been actually working! Brilliant!

Monday I went on a run at A.J. Jolly Park with T.J. We didn't stay together but it will still nice to be exercising together. I appreciate his initiative to become more active with me. I ended up doing 4 miles and even went for some small hills instead of keeping it flat. I did it at a fast pace for me as well. Tuesday I did a fit class that incorporates dancing and some light weight lifting. After working with my trainer last Thursday, this was still hard as these muscles were sore.

Then came Wednesday...6 miles of hills from Newport to Mt. Adams. I was worried when I saw the route, I won't lie. From where I stood in Newport I started realizing that I was going to have to travel all the way to the art museum, which did not seem like a small feat. It wasn't. I never gave up though. I remembered how much I liked to encourage others so I was constantly saying things like "Come on guys, we got this," and "Don't give up, we're almost there." I like helping encourage other people, but I do this for myself too. It is a reminder that we are almost there. At the top of every hill, I felt so accomplished. (I wish I would have counted how many there were.) In my mind, every time I felt like it was getting hard I just kept saying telling myself, "because I can..." Sometimes I said it out loud to myself. This is something my trainer taught me on my first week. Your body will amaze you if you just remember that it's possible.


That's me with two thumbs up because I said f you to all of those hills. What a great feeling it was running back towards Newport. I am forever in awe of the places my feet have taken me...

Today I went to go meet with my trainer. I was so proud when she asked me how my "daily do's" were going. This is a routine she gave me to do every day. I have done them religiously and used the app she recommended for logging food. Today after weight lifting, she let me do boxing. OMG I loved it, even though I was dripping with sweat. It's a lot harder than you may think! Today I worked out amongst crossfitters who were trying to lift huge weights and I didn't even feel uncomfortable. I felt like I was there to get a job done and I was going to do that job no matter what. Negative self talk would usually tell me that these people are watching and judging me or making fun of me behind my back. Today I felt confident as I was throwing punches at my trainer. (Megan) I even made some small talk with them about Harry Potter. Megan has such a positive attitude. I really like the things she has already started instilling me with.

I came home and tried on my very first 2 piece bathing suit that shows a very small portion of my stomach. I'm not exactly comfortable with it yet, but I'm closer than where I was last year, so I think I'll keep it instead of returning it.

So with a "because I can" attitude you can "because you can" your way through anything. I was tested this week, but I did not give in.

11 miles Saturday and I. will. murder. it.

I think my confidence is coming back......

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Stuck In a Rut....Maybe

So yesterday was supposed to be an easy 7 mile run for the group, but I found myself struggling. I had a terrible side stitch which I would say was with me for about the first 3-4 miles of our run. I believe it was from dehydration. I did drink 2 beers the night before and I also had some bathroom issues in the morning. I believe the combination caused me to be dehydrated and having some of the most painful side pains of my life. Every time we came to a stop light, I had my hand jabbed into my side and I was bent over. This helped to clear up the pain for about 2 minutes at a time. Eventually the pain subsided-thank goodness!

Anyways, this then became a mental game of yelling at myself for drinking the beer, then it went into telling myself I'm not running enough and should be logging more miles. Of course, this spiral continued for the whole 7 miles of me complaining to myself in my head about all the different things I was doing wrong.

WOMP WOMP....

I talked about this a few weeks ago, but the negative self talk has really been causing a rut that I'm trying to climb out of. I started out this journey so confident, coming off a large weight loss and knowing that I was going to accomplish my goals. Now it's turned into comparing myself against other people and what they are doing and telling myself I'm not doing enough. I feel like I go back and forth from day to day or week to week on feeling good about what I'm doing and being disappointed in myself for not doing more. On the outside, people would never guess that I struggle this much with confidence. I'm not sure where the disconnect comes from because there's this Lauren that can literally talk and make conversation with anybody, get up in front of a room full of people and present, sing terribly at karaoke in a crowded bar, and white girl dance like nobody is watching. Then there's another Lauren that is constantly doubting her abilities. I think it may be because tapping into the world of health and fitness is pretty new territory and I'm still trying to gain a level of comfort.

Thursday, I started with a personal trainer. It was an extremely difficult hour of weight lifting, but I like that she doesn't take excuses and pushes me to my limits. She had me make a goal card for myself, then she had me make another card that she called the "WHY" card. I was writing down reasons I wanted to do all of this. At the very end, I wrote "BECAUSE I CAN" per her request. This is the attitude that I really want to try and concentrate on for the remaining weeks of my training.

So this week I'm going to really make a conscious decision to change my attitude to an attitude of BECAUSE I CAN. Every time a negative thought pops into my head, I'm going to replace it with this phrase. I'm going to work hard this week. I have an 11 mile run coming up that will be my new PR and I personally want to kill it. This week, I won't focus on the Pig ahead or the rough runs behind me. I'm going to focus on just this week and this Saturday and tackle each day to the best of my ablilites, both physically and mentally. Wish me luck!

Saturday brought rain. If your shoes get wet, take the inside part out and stuff the inside of the shoes with newspapers (which I never have) or paper towels. Never dry your shoes in the dryer.


Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done

Yes at 26 years old, today wins as my biggest accomplishment. Taking on a 15k is something I never thought my body would physically be able to do. Today my body surpassed my expectations. Yesterday, a parent and volunteer at my school told me to run a mile for him. I decided to think of a different person for each mile and have that help to keep me going. These were people that I knew did not have the ability to run. I won't tell you all of the people I thought of, but know that you may have helped get me through. One mile was in memory of my cousin, whom I lost to childhood cancer, Zach Heringer. One mile was for Mitch Kramer, my cousin who passed away recently in September. The last mile was dedicated to "Fat Lauren." I say this in a joking manner, but it's true. "Fat Lauren" couldn't run a mile. Yes, the last mile was just for me and for how far I've come.

The route was Columbia Parkway. For those of you who will drive this in the future, pay attention to all the rolling hills. They even included a side hill called Torrence on this route. Seriously people, google earth this thing, it was ridiculous. T.J., or Mr. Lauren as he was called today, was waiting for me about halfway up Torrence. Everyone around me was walking because this thing is STEEP. I promised myself I wouldn't. T.J. ran with me up to the top and told me to keep going. I can't tell you how much this helped me.

After that, which was about mile 6, the route was so hard. My body was tired. Every hill that was in front of me was never the last hill. Lots of cussing was happening inside my head and sometimes not inside my head. I wanted to stop. My legs were sore, I was soaked in sweat, and my breaths were short, but I made a promise to myself that I would not stop running, no matter what. Finally through the fog, I could see the finish line (of course it was after ANOTHER FREAKING hill.) At this time one of my friends caught up with me and said, "Don't forget, this mile is for you."

I gave it all I had left. I pushed myself as hard as I could. I was breathing even heavier, but I would not give in. I crossed that finish line with so much pride in my heart.

That's how "Fat Lauren" kicked 9.3 miles in the ass. That's how "Fat Lauren" became the Lauren of the past.

I don't want to go into detail about thanks yet, because I know that will come after the Pig but to my husband, you are absolutely amazing. To Stacey, Jerry, Marc, and Tom, I hope you know that you are now all part of my story.

Without Limits,
Lauren

At home with the nervous nellies!


Liz and I before we started-the rain actually held out!

Liz and I after-so relieved!
They could have given me a freakin bigger medal. Look at all that sweat!



Saturday, March 12, 2016

Can't Let Nerves Get Me Down

Tomorrow I will be running my very first 15K. For those of you who don't know, this is about 9.3 miles. I know in my heart that I can complete the race, but I do have fears about having to walk it. I really want to run the whole 9 miles without stopping. I am not very experienced with running this long of a distance. Everyone keeps telling me that the adrenaline will get me through it. I'm working really hard to keep things positive and believe in myself. I want to be excited about the race and the fun of it and not let my nerves get the best of me.

Today I went to the health and fitness expo that goes along with the Heart Mini. This was a runner's paradise. There was lots of free stuff being given away by sponsors. I got to taste new Clif Bars, Skinny Pop, and delicious organic dark chocolate. I got to learn about a lot of upcoming races, including a "Girl's Night Out 5 Miler" that benefits Cincinnati Children's Hospital this summer. There was so much race gear. I got 2 tech shirts for $5, a no slip headband for $5, and my Clif gel shots for $1. There was also a lot of new exercise equipment, including a really cool treadmill that made walking easier for people with injuries using NASA technology. I immediately thought of my dad. I wish I had money to afford one for him! It was awesome to see it in action. My husband went with me and then we went to the St. Patrick's Day parade afterwards. This made it a very fun morning and I did not think about being nervous at all.

Tomorrow I know that all I can do is my best. I have to work hard to turn off any negative thoughts that will be telling me to stop. The forecast for the race is thunderstorms right now. Come hell or high water (and hopefully none off the above), I will cross that finish line because I have heart.


Sunday, March 6, 2016

Bockfest, A Few of My Favorite Things, and A Run I was Proud Of

This weekend was the Bockfest 5k in Cincinnati. A few of my friends wanted to do it and I was excited but torn about whether or not to run with my group. Luckily, they made the path to where we could cut off at 7 miles and be at the starting line to Bockfest.
A blooper picture of me with my running crew.


My friends quickly showed up at the race and we started together, but later split up. I stayed with my husband as this was his first 5k. He did a really good job and it was fun to coach him along the way.

Much beer and coneys were consumed afterwards, but I was definitely ready to go home and sit down after having my legs carry me 10 miles. The couch has never felt so glorious!

Really why I wanted to write this post though is to tell you about some of my favorite running things....


First off, tech socks and Body Glide, both things that help me from getting terrible blisters/chafing. As you may have seen, my blisters were totally out of control on my right foot. I didn't post a picture, but I actually got a second blister, caused by wrappings to cover up my first blister. It's been so annoying. Luckily, I've invested in 2 pair of new socks. There are several different brands. I picked Under Armour only because they were on sale. These socks are not made of cotton. Cotton gets very wet if you are sweating creating a rubbing effect on your feet which is probably what caused my blisters in the first place. These are not made of cotton so they don't get soaked when my feet sweat and they have treated me very well. These socks are expensive, hence why I browsed the clearance section. If you invest in a pair the L & R tell you what foot they go on. Body Glide also helps prevent rubbing. I now put this where my blisters are (to keep extra rubbing from happening) and I put them around my sports bra. Again, this is a place where I've gotten chafe marks from sweating. They burned really bad when I got in the shower! 
Next up, Cliff energy shots in the vanilla flavor. I've tried a lot of different nutrition because my running group provides samples. Even though these things grossed me out at first, I finally tried this and was so glad I did. These are great for long runs to replenish your energy with some carbs and sugars. It helps to prevent fatigue and I have to admit it really has helped me when I take one in the middle of my run. Out of everything, these have been the easiest to digest for me. I have a funky stomach (as mentioned before) and these did not seem to upset it like some of the other products did. I will be using this as I take on the Heart Mini next Sunday!


I'll be sharing more of "my favorite things" as the journey continues. I've learned what works mostly by learning what doesn't work.

 Lastly, I want to share a picture of a run from Wednesday night that I was super proud of. My pacing was sped up by the dreaded fartleks, but I didn't surrender. In fact, this time I really didn't even feel pain. It was a great feeling to finish on Wednesday and be in such good shape after a 10'42" pace. So good, that I was able to enjoy being proud of myself without negative self talk. Thanks Beyonce!