I ran early Saturday morning Jan 20 on the treadmill. It was an uneventful work out. It's just not the same on the treadmill as it is outside.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Week One(B) - Workout Number Two
I am getting behind on my posts (already)!
I ran early Saturday morning Jan 20 on the treadmill. It was an uneventful work out. It's just not the same on the treadmill as it is outside.
I ran early Saturday morning Jan 20 on the treadmill. It was an uneventful work out. It's just not the same on the treadmill as it is outside.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Week One(B) - Workout Number One
I decided to repeat Week One and have dubbed this week One(B).
Cold weather wimp that I am, I did the work out on the treadmill at the Y while Daughter #3 attended her Kindersport class. I brought my headphones but not my ipod to the Y with me! D'Oh! Not really a problem, although I did miss the beat of the music. I went a little over on one of the runs and one of the rests because I was talking to M-J, but also not a problem. I had none of the pain in my upper chest/throat that I got the other day. That is good news.
This workout I describe was actually yesterday. Today as I type, my shins hurt. I also have been doing other treadmill walking both here and at the Y and outside walking. I don't know which is to blame.
Cold weather wimp that I am, I did the work out on the treadmill at the Y while Daughter #3 attended her Kindersport class. I brought my headphones but not my ipod to the Y with me! D'Oh! Not really a problem, although I did miss the beat of the music. I went a little over on one of the runs and one of the rests because I was talking to M-J, but also not a problem. I had none of the pain in my upper chest/throat that I got the other day. That is good news.
This workout I describe was actually yesterday. Today as I type, my shins hurt. I also have been doing other treadmill walking both here and at the Y and outside walking. I don't know which is to blame.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Week One - Workout Number Three
Ta Da! Three down, 24 to go. Daughter #2 and I did it together, in a light rain to boot! Dear Husband thinks the work out is too easy and said he would join us when it gets harder. I wish he would come because he is a good motivator though. If I ask nicely, I am sure he will come.
Today was a little harder than the first run. For me it is the breathing. I get a heavy feeling at the top of my chest. I always remember that happening with running, even as a young kid.
That completes week one, however, Daughter #2 and I decided to repeat Week #1 again instead of progressing to Week #2. We have plenty of time to work up to the 3.1 miles, so we might as well do it right.
Today was a little harder than the first run. For me it is the breathing. I get a heavy feeling at the top of my chest. I always remember that happening with running, even as a young kid.
That completes week one, however, Daughter #2 and I decided to repeat Week #1 again instead of progressing to Week #2. We have plenty of time to work up to the 3.1 miles, so we might as well do it right.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Week One - Workout Number Two
The weather decided to turn cold. Nonetheless, I saw three people running yesterday when I was out. I am a cold weather wimp.
So daughter#2 and I opted to do our workout on the the treadmill. I was going to let her go first, but she got reading and forgot.
I ended up getting on about 30 minutes before dinner, making it necessary to ask DH to put the food in the over at a certain time.
The dogs decided to join me in the work-out room. The puppy was overly fascinated by the moving belt. I walked the warm up and ran the first segment only to realize I was listening to the sound clip for Week Two. Argh!
Trying to reorient the ipod to what I was doing without stopping my work out was, to say the least, frustrating. I hope the ipod is not broken.
Meanwhile, DH came in to ask me a question about the food and locked the dog and puppy in the work-out room with me. Puppy celebrated by peeing and then pooping. Nice smell. My patience was wearing.
Daughter#2 came in to say A* was on the phone. Thinking she meant Daughter#1, I asked her to tell her I was on the treadmill. However, it was a different A*. Daughter#2 then went into a long explanation of the phone call, which I couldn't hear because of the noise of 1) the treadmill and 2) the noise of the ipod. I turned off the ipod and gave her grief. Made her cry (sorry honey) and then couldn't get the ipod restarted.
My reaction? Let's just assume you wouldn't have wanted to be there.
After a five minute venting rant to the whole family about how come yada yada, I resumed my run.
(Hmm. . . sounds like it was all about me - Oops.)
No ipod this time. It wouldn't restart. I just followed the the time counter on the treadmill.
I suppose it counted as work out. Tommorrow is a new day.
So daughter#2 and I opted to do our workout on the the treadmill. I was going to let her go first, but she got reading and forgot.
I ended up getting on about 30 minutes before dinner, making it necessary to ask DH to put the food in the over at a certain time.
The dogs decided to join me in the work-out room. The puppy was overly fascinated by the moving belt. I walked the warm up and ran the first segment only to realize I was listening to the sound clip for Week Two. Argh!
Trying to reorient the ipod to what I was doing without stopping my work out was, to say the least, frustrating. I hope the ipod is not broken.
Meanwhile, DH came in to ask me a question about the food and locked the dog and puppy in the work-out room with me. Puppy celebrated by peeing and then pooping. Nice smell. My patience was wearing.
Daughter#2 came in to say A* was on the phone. Thinking she meant Daughter#1, I asked her to tell her I was on the treadmill. However, it was a different A*. Daughter#2 then went into a long explanation of the phone call, which I couldn't hear because of the noise of 1) the treadmill and 2) the noise of the ipod. I turned off the ipod and gave her grief. Made her cry (sorry honey) and then couldn't get the ipod restarted.
My reaction? Let's just assume you wouldn't have wanted to be there.
After a five minute venting rant to the whole family about how come yada yada, I resumed my run.
(Hmm. . . sounds like it was all about me - Oops.)
No ipod this time. It wouldn't restart. I just followed the the time counter on the treadmill.
I suppose it counted as work out. Tommorrow is a new day.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Learning To Fly
Talking to no one in particular here . . .anyone who wants to listen, just pull up a chair -
On the way to swim team practice last night, my 13 year old daughter's friends asked her if she wanted to run in our Y's next 3.1 mile run. A few of them were going to start preparing for it by running after school. She answered"no way" mighty speedily. She offered to be their cheerleader instead or to ride her bike alongside them when they trained.
That got my wheels a churnin'. The run/walk isn't until June 2. I know she can do it. She walked the same distance the last two years with me and my oldest daughter for a breast cancer walk. Last year she even ran most of it, beating me by a long stretch. Plus when she did field hockey in the fall, they made her run every day and she did fine! She can run! She should run.
AOL's Instant Messanger cannot have her. Once swimming ends in a month, there will be nothing to get her off her rear end on a regular basis. There's softball in the Spring, but softball practices don't tend to get too active.
I needed a plan . . . and it had to involve me because she is my shadow.If I do it, she will. If I don't she won't,
Big problem - did I ever mention that I cannot run? I would love to run but just never seemed like I could figure out how. My endurance with biking, swimming or walking is great. Why can't I run? DH says I can, I just have to start slow. I tried that, but never got anywhere.
Google searching last night, I found a program on http://www.coolrunning.com/ called The Couch-to-5K Running Plan. It looked perfect, but required a constant knowing of what time it was (i.e. run 60 seconds, walk 90 seconds, repeat 8 times). I knew having to carry and operate a stop watch would really not work well for me.
By inspiration, I decided to check out iTunes for a corresponding podcast. Lo and behold, some wonderful man took the details of this exact program and put them into a podcast. I was so excited!! Now instead of having to track time by a watch, a little voice in my ear would say, "start your five minute warm up now, I will tell you when it is almost over" or "OK, gear up for your first 60 second jog, breathe evenly, leave your arms loose and low" or "OK, we are more than halfway done now and you are doing great."
JOY of JOYs.
Tonight was day one of week one for DH (yeah, drug him into it too), DD13 and me. I wore the headphones and repeated out loud what the voice was telling us to do. In the background a really upbeat techno funk type music played. . . you know the type . . running music.
It was so cool. By the last 60 second run, I was so hyped I started sprinting. Did I mention I sometimes dream of what it would be like to run? I felt like I did in my dreams.
Then my body turned into a lead weight . . . . . but that was OK. The little voice in my ear told me I was finished, and that I should take a five minute walking warm down. So I did.
It was lovely. . kind of like what it must be like learning to fly.
My blog now has a purpose . . . . it is a running journal.
On the way to swim team practice last night, my 13 year old daughter's friends asked her if she wanted to run in our Y's next 3.1 mile run. A few of them were going to start preparing for it by running after school. She answered"no way" mighty speedily. She offered to be their cheerleader instead or to ride her bike alongside them when they trained.
That got my wheels a churnin'. The run/walk isn't until June 2. I know she can do it. She walked the same distance the last two years with me and my oldest daughter for a breast cancer walk. Last year she even ran most of it, beating me by a long stretch. Plus when she did field hockey in the fall, they made her run every day and she did fine! She can run! She should run.
AOL's Instant Messanger cannot have her. Once swimming ends in a month, there will be nothing to get her off her rear end on a regular basis. There's softball in the Spring, but softball practices don't tend to get too active.
I needed a plan . . . and it had to involve me because she is my shadow.If I do it, she will. If I don't she won't,
Big problem - did I ever mention that I cannot run? I would love to run but just never seemed like I could figure out how. My endurance with biking, swimming or walking is great. Why can't I run? DH says I can, I just have to start slow. I tried that, but never got anywhere.
Google searching last night, I found a program on http://www.coolrunning.com/ called The Couch-to-5K Running Plan. It looked perfect, but required a constant knowing of what time it was (i.e. run 60 seconds, walk 90 seconds, repeat 8 times). I knew having to carry and operate a stop watch would really not work well for me.
By inspiration, I decided to check out iTunes for a corresponding podcast. Lo and behold, some wonderful man took the details of this exact program and put them into a podcast. I was so excited!! Now instead of having to track time by a watch, a little voice in my ear would say, "start your five minute warm up now, I will tell you when it is almost over" or "OK, gear up for your first 60 second jog, breathe evenly, leave your arms loose and low" or "OK, we are more than halfway done now and you are doing great."
JOY of JOYs.
Tonight was day one of week one for DH (yeah, drug him into it too), DD13 and me. I wore the headphones and repeated out loud what the voice was telling us to do. In the background a really upbeat techno funk type music played. . . you know the type . . running music.
It was so cool. By the last 60 second run, I was so hyped I started sprinting. Did I mention I sometimes dream of what it would be like to run? I felt like I did in my dreams.
Then my body turned into a lead weight . . . . . but that was OK. The little voice in my ear told me I was finished, and that I should take a five minute walking warm down. So I did.
It was lovely. . kind of like what it must be like learning to fly.
My blog now has a purpose . . . . it is a running journal.
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