On the right track again!

So I haven't always been consistent, and sometimes my little Nike+ friend has gone and died on me, but nonetheless I did it. After 56 separate runs (of varying lengths) I logged my 100th mile. Yaaaaay me!

You can see my lovely certificate here!

I've been a bad runner

The boy was in town for the last week and I have to admit that this caused me to be a bad runner/gym goer. So much so that tomorrow I have to walk back into the gym while uttering mea culpas to my trainer.

Needless to say, after missing a week of the gym the New Balance Ads hit the spot; all the new ads are based on the notion that most people have a love/hate relationship with running. This one in particular has to do with breaking up with running and it made me laugh out loud. And decide I need to get my butt to the gym first thing tomorrow!

Bummed

I still have not received an email from Nike but I found a link where I could check if I had gotten into the marathon.

And there it was...........my name, my hometown, my category (half marathon), and my status - NOT selected.

I'm bummed. I was really looking forward to running this race. I thought it seemed like it would be pretty awesome.

Boo. I'm going to go away and mope now.

Tonight I wait

Tomorrow is the 1st of April - or otherwise known, as the day I found out whether or not I got into the Nike Women's Marathon to be run October 19th in San Francisco.

The event is so popular that entry into the race will be determined by a random lottery. According to the Nike website over 30,000 people entered the lottery. Unfortunately, there are only spots for 20,000 people in the race. This, if I get in (oh pretty please can't someone just let me in!) will be my first road race. And I have to say it just boggles my mind that so many people are willing to fly to San Francisco, pay for a hotel, and volunteer (even pay!) to run many kilometers. One thing is for sure, runners are a strange breed!

I have to admit I'm really hoping to get into this race; it is just the motivation I need to train myself to my ideal weight/fitness/shape just in time for my 28th birthday on November 15th (approximately a month after the race).

Here's to hoping! I'll let you know how it all turns out in the morning . . .

Joy

Why?

Yesterday I hit the gym and for the first time in a long time I ran 10km.
In the past two months I've lost 17lbs.
Yesterday I weighed myself and lost 2 more lbs since the previous time I'd weighed in.
I've been eating healthy.
This week I realized that I've sufficiently changed my body and as a result I can now wear a strapless dress.
I've been eating well.
I feel good.

And today..........today..........a very dear person in my life flies back into the city after a very long absence.

Today is just one of those days when the sun shines a little brighter, my steps are a little springier, and life is just that much better!

It's like they took my crack away!

Today I went to go get ready for a run on the treadmill at my gym, when lo-and-behold......my trusty Nike+ system could not find my sensor.

Nooooooooooo.........I knew what this meant. My iPod had warned me last week that I should replace my sensor soon. But I decided to take my chances and ignore the warning. And so this morning I found myself without my Nike+ system.

How was I to run without Lance's voice congratulating me on achieving new records at the end of my run? How about my obsessive need to press the center button and get updated stats (including my pace and distance completed)? And how was I to make it through the hard parts of my run without my trusted power song (a song I pre-select to motivate me that can be accessed at any point)? It was rough boys and girls. It was rough.

And that's when I realized something - taking my Nike+ system away is like taking away my crack (or something akin to that).

Now if you excuse me I have to go hound Apple to send me a replacement sensor lest I perish in it's absence.


NOTE: picture credit to culture buzz

The Measure of Success - my way

This weekend I went shopping for jeans. Previously this had been a horrible experience that I completely dreaded. Not anymore!

For starters I had to take a gajillion (yes, that's a word) jeans in the change room with me because I no longer know what size I am in anything. In fact I'm convinced my suits for work are about 6 sizes too big. Not cute - frankly I think I look like a bit of a hobo.

The same could be said for my jeans. Up until this weekend they were ridiculously saggy in the butt region. Surely, I decided, I was small enough to fit into tight fitting jeans that were flattering to my figure (including the buttocular area)!

Instantly I started trying jeans on, And to my delight I discovered that I had to keep on trying smaller jeans. It was brilliant! If ever retail therapy offered anyone a boost in self-esteem, it was this past Saturday at my local mall.

Eventually I discovered my new size. When I first started working out I was a size 16 (border line plus size - eeek!). Eventually I dropped down to a 14 and just before Christmas I would say I was a size 12. Over the Holidays I purchased a size 10 pair but I was aware that it was a generous cut (as I was reminded when I went to my local American Eagle and discovered that I couldn't fit into their size 10). Now I know my size.............I purchased a size 28 Guess jeans in a low-cut that was flattering (and a size 8 jeans at American Eagle). Something even months ago I would have never imagined wearing!

These are the first pairs of really great jeans I've owned in my adult life. First non-saggy butt jeans I daresay. And I'm thrilled - so much so that I have to admit I have an urge to admire myself in every reflection! lol That will pass - but for now it's pretty awesome!

Note: Picture courtesy of the Guess website