Juneathon 2011, Day 1

PhotobucketSomehow I got roped into joining the Juneathon again, which means I have to run or do something every day during the month of June and blog about it.  With today being National Running Day and Day 1 of the Juneathon, I simply had to run.

 

Every Wednesday morning at 6:00 a.m., Suncoast Running hosts a 4-6 mile group run.  Since I thoroughly enjoyed my Memorial Day group run, I decided to give Suncoast Running’s Wednesday morning group run a shot.  Of course, every week I tell Tracey I’m going to be there and never show up, so you can imagine her surprise when I actually did show up.  It’s just really hard to commit to anything with Little Lion Man’s unpredictable night time sleeping pattern.  But I was there today and that’s all that matters!  And it was a great little National Running Day run too!

4 miles

Time 40:50

Ave Pace 10:13

Max 8:30

 

Random Thoughts about Running and Peer Pressure

Last week, the running was a little light due to all the end of the year hullabaloo at my girls’ school.  When did the end of the year get more chaotic than Christmas?  Between all the parties, volunteering nearly every day, a field trip and a volunteer breakfast, I couldn’t keep my days straight!  Never mind trying to squeeze in a run!  I was too shattered from running around all week.

 

On Saturday, I finally went for a 6 mile run.  It was HOT, but it felt good to run again after a crazy week.  It wasn’t a particularly fast run, but I did it and after slacking off all week, that’s all that matters.

6.2 Miles

Time 1:10:20

Ave Pace 11:21

Max 7:58

 

I didn’t run on Sunday, but decided to eat, drink and merry with all our friends at Chrissy and Mike’s cook-out.  Coach Jackie was there too and pressured me into a Memorial Day run with the Suncoast Striders.  I hadn’t even thought about going because @cheekymonkey8 and her clan were supposed to crash at our house Saturday night.  I didn’t want to leave Allan alone to entertain everyone while I was off socializing and running with the Striders.  It didn’t seem right.  But then they had to cancel last minute and so my morning was free for the Striders.

 

I really only intended to run an easy 4 miles since I did 6 miles on Saturday, but I got roped into going farther and faster with the crowd.  With 58 Striders meeting up for a Memorial Day run, it felt like a race more than an easy run and I needed that push.  (Thanks to Coach Jackie for pressuring me into going and thanks to David of the Striders for snapping this very festive and patriotic photo of Jackie and me.)

 

 

Trying to keep up with the crowd, I decided to go for 6 miles.  The crowd demonstrated strength in numbers in more ways than one.  That’s definitely one of the benefits of belonging to a running group.  You push each other, challenge each other and support each other.  Nothing like your peers to kick your ass into gear to make you run faster and farther and in this case, I shaved almost 7 minutes off Saturday’s time.

6.2 miles

Time 1:03:54

Ave Pace 10:18

Max Pace 8:09

 

Does that mean I’ll be rejoining the Suncoast Striders for their Saturday morning runs and world-famous social hour?  Who knows?  We’ll see.  One small Strider step at a time.

 

To recover after a long weekend of too much food, beer and margaritas, a 3 mile run was necessary this morning.

3.1 miles

Time 32:15

Ave Pace 10:25

Max Pace 8:09

 

Tomorrow, June 1, is National Running Day.  To celebrate, I’m meeting some fellow runners at Suncoast Running tomorrow morning.  I haven’t decided how far I’ll go yet, but hopefully the crowd will drag me along again.

 

June also means the start of the Juneathon.  For the Juneathon, participants commit to running or some other physical activity every day and blog about it every day during the month of June.  I’ve already joined, because I need the peer pressure accountability, but I’m also a glutton for punishment.

 

I always have the best intentions when I join the Juneathon.  I typically do run or work-out every day.  That’s the easy part.  I just don’t always blog about it, so I never win any of the cool prizes.  Unfortunately, peer pressure doesn’t seem to have the same effect on my blogging as it does on my running.

 

But peer pressure did have an impact on my abs, thanks to the #aMAYzingabs challenge.  I am up to 200 crunches now.  Plus, I dropped another dress size and squeezed into a pair of size 3 shorts.  And each week, my bikini looks better and better on me.  Truly AMAYZING!

 

*Proudly submitted to Stacy Uncorked, because when I blog about my training, it’s usually pretty random.*

Stacy

Juneathon 2010, End of Days

The last few days of the Juneathon have been the toughest for me. My youngest has been sick and her illness combined with my sciatica seemed to suck any and all energy out of me. Her ailments included her high fevers and a nasty cough, therefore, a visit to the pool with the girls was out of the question and I was unable to swim for sciatica relief.

 

Day 25 – After my accidental two mile hike on the beach, I barely had the strength to move on Friday. After a few laps in the pool, I was toast.

 

Day 26 – Thankfully, I felt much better on Saturday and I spent most of the morning treading water and swimming in the Gulf. I loved every minute of it.

 

Day 27 – On Sunday, we had to pack up and head back home, I could only fit in some squats.

 

Day 28 – My youngest was sick and the only exercise I got was carrying loads of laundry up and down our stairs.

 

Day 29 – Emmalynn still had high fevers off and on. I did some yoga for sanity reasons.

 

Day 30 – On the last day of the Juneathon, we went to a pool party today. I had hoped to finally get my swim on again, but the outer bands of Hurricane Alex foiled any pool plans. I suffered through a set of 50 squats instead.

 

I had hoped to have done a better job for this year’s Juneathon, but at least I tried. Unfortunately, my feeble attempts won’t score me any Vibrams. Should I play the pregnancy card? Do you think I will I gain any sympathy for my sore sciatica?

 

Probably not.

Juneathon, Days 18-24

For the past couple of weeks, I have found it easier to blog about a week’s worth Juneathon activities in one post.  This may be breaking the Juneathon rules, but at this point I think my preggo piggy toes couldn’t fit into a pair of Vibram Five Finger Classics anyhow.  *sigh* Oh well. On with the Juneathon journaling!

 

Day 18 – Friday was the girls’ last swim class at the YMCA and I was really looking forward to another morning of swimming, but a nasty storm rolled in which forced everyone leave the premise of the pool.  So, I had to plan another way to fit fitness in that day and since I can always squeeze in some squats, I did a set of 50.  Later that night, the girls and I walked to a neighborhood party which was about a half mile from our house.

 

Day 19 – Outside of swimming, most physical activity is pretty challenging these days.  I attempted another set of 50 squats with lots of rest in between each set of 10.

 

Day 20 – Since Sunday was Father’s Day, most of my activities that day were tending to Dad.  HA!  Yeah right.  It sounded good though, didn’t it? In the evening, the girls rode their bikes while we walked behind them for about a mile.

 

Day 21 – I was in a ridiculous amount of pain on Monday due to my sciatica.  One concerned friend asked if I was in labor, but it wasn’t any sort of labor pain, just plain ol’ pain in the form of constant back pain.  I couldn’t even move.  It hurt to stand.  It hurt to sit.  Therefore, the only exercise I attempted on Monday was opening the freezer and reaching for an ice pack.

 

Day 22 – I felt 100% better on Tuesday and made up for lost time.  Besides all the housework and climbing up and down the stairs, I also threw in a set of push-ups.

 

Day 23 – Wednesday we arrived at the beach and I walked about a mile along the pier at John’s Pass in Madeira Beach.  That evening, the girls and I swam in the hotel pool.

 

Day 24 – This morning I walked two miles on the beach, but not on purpose.  It’s quite a tale, which I will share tomorrow for Photo Story Friday.

Juneathon, Days 10-17

All right, so I’m a little behind with blogging about my Juneathon days.  Have you noticed that the girls have been home a week and I haven’t blogged about my Juneathon activities for about a week?  Coincidence?  Hardly.

 

Day 10 – I did 30 minutes of prenatal yoga.

Day 11 – I took the kids to Busch Gardens.  Walking the amusement park was enough work-out for me that day.

Day 12 – I did 60 squats and 40push-ups while watching the World Cup.  GO USA and go me!  WOOHOO!

Day 13 – Another set of 60 squats and 40 push-ups.  Man, were my arms and legs killing me!

Day 14, 15, 16, and 17 – Monday began the girls’ swimming lessons at the YMCA.  After their classes, we “raced” in the pool.  For our races, the girls practiced their strokes while I swam like a frog.  Tomorrow is their final swim class and my last day to frog it for free at the YMCA.

 

Today was also my 36 week OB visit.  No signs of glucose in my urine, so I celebrated with a piece of chocolate cake.  No joke.  :-D Allana said she hoped the doctor told me to limit my sugar intake again because she enjoyed reaping the sweet rewards with me.  Let them eat cake!

 

When I told the midwife I had been really good over the past two weeks, she praised me for it as she glanced over a small notation in my file and I felt a bit like Elaine from Seinfeld.  “So, you’ve stayed away from the Cap’n Crunch?”  That was written in my file? What other notations have been made in there? “Yes, I’ve started eating Kashi again.”  And when I said it, I wondered if she wrote that down.

 

 

In other baby news, Baby Run DMT #3 has not turned, but my doctors predict that he will be a big baby and they’ve scheduled an ultrasound for my next visit to measure the baby’s size and bio.

Juneathon, Day 9

I’m not sure, but I think Run DMT Baby #3 may have changed positions and slid into a head down position because swimming was very challenging today.  Usually, swimming brings me a much welcomed relief, but I didn’t get that wonderful feeling of weightlessness today.  Instead, the baby felt very low and I struggled trying to swim a few laps.  But I did it!  Phew!

 

After swimming, I did some bicep and tricep curls.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I been doing a lot of weight training lately.  See, my family and I have a maternity portrait sitting with my good friend and fabulous photographer, Kelly, this weekend and I thought it would be nice to have some sort of arm muscle in the photos rather than flabby, fat chicken wings flapping in the wind.  But who am I kidding?  In the photos, all you’re going to notice is the massive bump and not the “muscle” I worked so hard tried so desperately to sculpt.  Can’t blame a mama for trying, right?

Juneathon, Day 7 & 8

By committing to the Juneathon, I agreed to participate and post my activity every day. Well, I am most definitely participating every day but sometimes living my glamorous life of a SAHM prevents me from posting every day. Oh yeah, it’s glamorous life all right. My fans (a.k.a my children) circle around my ankles continuously, especially with my youngest home now and my oldest daughter can’t seem to shake this strep throat funk that she caught a couple of weeks ago.

 

Mommy…Mommy….Mommy…Mommy….Mommy!

 

AGHHHHHH!

 

WHAT?! Can’t you see I’m trying to find my center? Now let Mommy “Om” in peace, PLEASE!

 

So things with my family have certainly kept me on my toes and I’ve been running around like a madwoman over the past couple of days. Although I barely fit yoga in my already stretched life, I managed to find center on Day 7 & 8 with the help of these videos I found on You Tube. The best part is I can stream these videos into the living room from our Sony TV. How’s that for finding center?

 

 

 

 

 

Musical Monday: Lump

Thanks to the Juneathon, I’ve been feeling less like a lump these days. It was just the inspiration and motivation I needed to get moving again.

 

Since about 28 weeks, I haven’t been able to run or wog (walk/jog) and I’ve downgraded to walking, but even still there are good and bad walking days. On good days I can walk and complete a ton of tasks around the house. On bad days, I can barely move and when I do attempt to walk, I have to cradle my belly for fear that my uterus may fall out if I don’t.

 

And as if the fear of losing my uterus wasn’t enough, there are times when I feel like Dr. Kane with an alien life form trying to burst through my gut…

 

 

…because apparently Baby Run DMT #3 likes to stretch his feet against my sciatica and push his back against my stomach. Perhaps with all the prenatal yoga I’ve been doing, I’ve inadvertently taught him yoga in utero. Truly he’s learned yoga through osmosis because his downward dog makes me want to scream mercy.

 

Although mentally I feel less like a lump, physically my big ol’ baby bump looks more like a big ol’ lump. On the surface, you can see a hard lump across my abdomen and this solid, hard mass pulls people in like a giant magical glowing orb. No one can resist my precious and they simply have to touch it. Groping and prodding the lump forces Baby Run DMT #3 to switch positions and pretty soon there’s an elbow or a knee scraping across my belly.

 

Lump’s sudden and painful repositioning causes me to cry out every time.

 

Ow! OwOwOw! Owwwww!

 

Whenever his two big sisters hear me howl from the pain of an elbow jab or alien belly burst from Baby Brother, they howl with laughter and their beautifully evil laughter makes me giggle which I believe causes Baby Boy to giggle too. Oh yeah. My pain is a real gut busting, knee slapper for him. Good times.

 

This giggly kickboxing yoga loving lump better not get too comfortable in there.

 

 

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Juneathon, Day 6

Boy, yesterday’s sunrise special endorphin rush was shorted lived because today I could barely roll out of bed. However for the purpose of Juneathon and for the sake of my aching sciatica, I did 50 squats and 30 minutes of prenatal yoga. I also threw in some kegel exercises for good measure. Does that count?

Juneathon, Day 5

Crazy thing happened this morning.  I woke up around 6:30 and had this incredible urge to go for walk at sunrise.  For months, I have found it difficult to do anything in the early morning hours.  Since becoming pregnant, my sleeping patterns have been so erratic.  I wake up around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m., lie awake for a couple of few hours and eventually fall back to asleep just before my children wake up.

 

But not this morning!  This morning, I jumped out of bed and went for 30 minute walk (about 1.5 miles).  Physically, it felt good to move, but watching the sunrise was so great for my spirit.  Its warm happy glow greeted me like an old friend and I felt like I was smiling all the way down to my running shoes.   Sure the humid air was heavy and thick, but it didn’t bother me one bit.  I think my body craved it like a alcoholic craves a drink.  So, I took a long swig of that sunrise and enjoyed every minute that I walked on sunshine.

 

 

When I got home, I cooled down in the a/c with 50 squats and some bicep and tricep curls.