loopy runner

Last nite I hit up the local Snoottsdale La Fitness..the one club I have an ongoing relationship with. heh.

Anywho..I ran me some 6 miles. I had to stop at mile 4, I had to readjust my braid as it was splashing the peeps around me, so I tucked it down my back inbetween my 2 sports bras. I hate freaking stopping. I feel like such a weak ass. Even if I'm dog ass tired..I hate to freaking stop. For me, once I stop its that much easier for me to keep stopping, and I HATE THAT.

I ran a relatively easy 9:06 pace and finished in at 54:21. I stepped it up a bit the last 2 miles. Speeded up the pace, then dropped it back down. My tunes decided to freak out the last 1/2 mile.., my ipod did this weird split-screen thing where it froze in the middle of my "Suds in the Bucket" jam. Pobrecito..I love my lil silver mini, I hope it works out its emotional problems and 2 faced personality so I can jam on it my runs.
One thing I hate, out of the many lol, is peeps who run beside me and check my time and then gun it faster than me, BUT drop out after like 5 minutes OR like this woman did to me yesterday, have your pace set @ 8 minute miles but spend at least 1/2 your time taking your feet off the treadmill, drinking water, patting down your "glow", re-adjusting your hair or ipod, WHILE your treadmill is still going with you standing on the siderails. IRRITATE ME.

Wednesday, I woke my tired azz up at 5:20 and was out the door @ 5:25 to hit up the park and run my 6. It was still slightly dark and had that beautiful orange glow that you only see when se'ha breaks the sky. I stretched for like a minute, and was off into the humidity and sprinklers. I felt like I was running in thick air, wet thick air. A minute in, I was drenched. Took the gentle climb of the first hill and made myself take it down and just enjoy the feeling of the run. Miles 1-3 were slighlty labored and had me still picking the bibith (aka eye junk) out, by mile 3.56 I was tired and felt my form slipping..slipping into a hunchback. I dont know what it is, but my run had me feeling all the cigarette smoke inhaled in over the weekend amid Vegas's sin, and had my toes feeling the effects of wearing some "cute" shoes that I am sure were never meant to be danced in. My breathing was ragged and wheezy..and I spit loogies out like no one's biz. I didnt care who I spit on..I was gonna freaking finish dammit.

SO I used this time to pray, pray for strength to finish, for the ones i Love and the ones who I dont love so much, for the day. Just like that, I was still tired, but I had the push to get it home. I did stop for a quick water break, a pee break, and to do 100 ab crunches at the end of the 6.

When I jetted outta my car the celly read 5:44, when I returend to my car the celly read 6:44. LOL. That was funnny to me yo, I had to laugh like a crazy person. Despite my frequent stops for whatever reasons, I still made my 6 in an hour. So I was thnking I must have been running pretty quick..too bad I dont have my stopwatch.

Monday had me running my 3.

Total up to today: 15 miles for the week.

I am contemplating running an easy 2 today. Just because I feel the need to.
I know that I shouldn't really as I will be running a 5k @ 6:30 am tomorrow and I need to rest. I am not really looking at the 5k as a race, kinda looking at it as a rgular running day, so why not run? Not to say that I do not want to get a kick ass time..just that im not focusing on it as the be all and end all measurement tool of my speed. Though I guess I should. Don't mind me ..Im kinda loopy today.

MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY..(real high) MONEY...

Just had someone up in here trying to solicit funds for a FAMILY trip to the Indigenous Games up in Denver, in July.

Ok, I understand and applaud the young man who was selected to play & represent for the b-ball Native peeps. Big ups to you ...HOWEVER, why is my store supposed to pay for the FAMILY to get up there & watch? I mean, I understand the need & desire for the family to go up to Denver and watch their relative play, as I would if my LIL MAN was selected to go, BUT IF YOU KNEW YOU WERE GOING OR EVEN THAT THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY OF YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY GOING, WHY IN THE HELLZ DIDNT YOU SAVE UP SOME ZHAALI (aka CASH MONEY)FOR THE FAMILY TO GET UP THERE?

I know for a fact that any participant under the age of 18 has their travel, place to stay, and food taken care of,...pariticipants over 18 must make their own way..AS IT SHOULD BE, I BELIEVE.

So why does this young man need cash? I understand also that some "mad money" (as my MOM likes to call it), is needed for gatorade, snacks, phone calls, lil gifts, etc is needed, but isn't that money that the family should provide?

Why are we as Native people so quick to ask for a handout?

Also, the Indigenous Games are freaking July 2-8th, which is literally in a couple of days..so why wait to the freaking last second to ask for a handout? Which is what it is folks..really.

See, I have no probs with donating for Native Peeps, especially our Youth, if it is done with some effort put into the solicitation. Do a food sale, raffle, car wash, run for dollars, have a yard sale, SOMETHING..don't just sit on your ass and expect peeps to give your lazy ass money. For realz.

Two words people: PLAN AHEAD!!

I understand that at times you can't always plan ahead, say something happens to your family back home, emergencies, unforseen audits..lol. But seriously, if you plan ahead, most likely you'll have the cash in the hand to do things you want to do or have things you want to have.

Case in point, D and I are going to Vegas in a week. We have a jar that we have been putting moolah in for our trip for about 2 mos. Each pay period we drop some bills in, or if we have extra cash, even change, in it goes. Lets just say that we will be having a freaking blast in Vegas!! no worries, no going into debt...for realz.

We are also going to be saving up for a hi-def BIG AZZ plasma T.V. for Christmas, Christmas 2007 mind you. So we have 6 mos. to get there..planning yo.

See, like certain members of my family, they live well beyond their means. They have to have the right car, with rims mind you, even if it gets repo'ed 6 mos. later. They have to have nice furniture, even if it comes from Rent-A-EXPENSE ASS FURNITURE store. They have to go on a trip to some vastly expensive destination, even if they can't afford it, and expect the Patriarch to foot the bill for thier RICH IN THIER OWN MINDS lifestyle. Geez, this bugs me to no end.

I have been, and will always be a saver. I hoard my money. If my checking account goes below a certain level I go nuts and go on a NO-BUYING ANYTHING spree. I have a savings account that I contribute to every month. Not to say that I do not have my sprees yo, or that I live a very frugal life. I love the movie theatre, eating out at Flickas, buying some expensive chauniez @ Victorias ( yes i mention it alot but I LOVE IT!), and indulging my lil Man's dvd collection, but I also work very hard for the cash in the hand.

I have worked since I was 12 years old, picking up trash @ our family store. I have worked every summer since then, and beyond. I worked all through college and have never really taken a break, unless you want to call a break taking care of my newborn Son exclusively for 3 mos. (WHICH I WOULDN'T BY THE WAY).

I remenber one summer on a road trip with some WOMEN (who I wouldn't call Ladee'z by the way), who were strapped for cash. We were on a two week road trip at the end of the summer before our (well supposed to be, but turned out to be only MY) senior year at ASU. We had planned this all summer, a summer which I had worked hard and was rewarding myself with a much needed break before my last year at busting my ass at school. We traveled all the way to the East coast, staying with peeps that they knew, or with my driving all nite to save cashola. I remember their living lean ways, which we all did, to save money. I could of eaten Mickey D's more, but it was considered expensive by my traveling companions so we didn't. I remember stopping in the Black Hills on our way back home, and I wanted to buy something, I dont really remember what it was, but something to commerate our trip. I remember them saying, "wow, we are so broke. I wish we could buy something nice too. It must be nice to have money." I felt so bad. I felt guilty for having money, for about 10 seconds. Then I realized I had worked my ass off all summer to have money for this trip and to have my bills paid so I could relax and enjoy the end of my summer. Their lazy asses didnt do shit. Literally. Well, they probably did shit but you know what I mean. Why should I freaking feel guilty because I WORKED to have money, while their complaining, whiny, broke asses didnt do SH*T and had nada to show for it.., and were trying to make me feel guilty? F THAT. I bought whatever and left they wallowing in thier misery, I mean, was I supposed to be guilted into buying their lazy asses something? Sides, I was the one who was left hanging with the gas bill on my credit card. Bitches.

Anywho, it just gets to me when people expect something for nothing. If you want something, work for it. As Shi'Ta always says.." If you are lazy, you will always be poor." Ain't that the truth.

& miles to go before I sleep.

Last nite I had to run.

I had gone a weekend with no running. A week of running only 12 miles.

I needed to spend time with my family, cook dinner, wash some clothes, sweep the floor..etc. etc...but I also needed to run. Bad.

About 7:30 pm, amid humid clouds and bareable 90 degree plus temps. I jumped in the ride and took off for the Salt River H.S. track. Usually during the week they have the track open for community members to take advantage of the skooshy track and relative safety of wandering, ferocious rez dogs.

Last nite it was closed.

"SH*T!"

I gunned it to the local park on Chapparal, checked the time on my celly, walked to my usual starting point, realized I forgot my "EarS" for my mini, stretched for like 30 seconds and took off. I know that I should of stretched for a lot longer, however I was trying to shave minutes off my time from home as I was needing to get back ASAP to start cooking for my lil Tiger Family. I took off ..literally.

I ran out the gate with a quickness. I could feel my body relaxing into my form and my legs stomping out the crampiness that had set in from the day before's drive back from Vegas. I loosened up and wrung out my hands. It was fairly humid with a faint breeze blowing at my face. I broke out the sweat quickly. As I hit the first gentle hill, I could feel my lungs tightening that familiar sucky tightness as before, I took deep breaths, trying to expand my legs as much as possible (thanks Daddy for the advice), and immediately got slighty lightheaded. I blame this on only eating rice the entire day and drinking only 10 oz. of water. I slowed a bit and got my myself back to good. The breaths however helped me as my lungs expanded and did not tighten up as before. I took my gazelle lunges down the slope and readjusted to running at a faster pace. My goal for this run was 3 miles. I was aiming to push myself to see what my possible time would be for the upcoming 5K on Saturday.

Running at this faster pace, I could feel my body pushing itself slighty more than before, in saying this, I mean that I exuded only slightly more "push" to get myself going evenly and with slightly more effort to run at this faster pace. Drespeak for: I didnt have to push myself extremely hard to run at this faster pace, making myself realize that I have a lot more in me to give on my runs if I only I could keep myself from holidng back until the end. I could go faster throughout my entire run and run more evenly instead of holding myself back for a faster pace at the very end. It kinda pissed me off when I realized this. Then again, Im my hardest critic.

Anywho, running without my tunes had me really listening to my breathing..in, out. I breathe for crap. I realized I am a heavy breather. You know, the ones that breathe so labored that it makes you tired to hear it? Thats me. However, I am not really breathing this way because I am tired, I breathe this way because I have mad allergies and mucus clogging me up. I have that wheezy asthmatic breathing. Sucks. I was kinda feeling self-concious as I was thinking mad peepz were thinking "this chick is gonna die". Heh. Shook it off and said screw it..let these walkers eat my dust. Love my narcisstic running azz.

Mile 2 came up easy and fast. This part of the run hit with humidity that was so thick I felt it slap me in the face. This part of the park runs right next to a greenish pond, thick with flies and still air. I think I swallowed a bug but spit it out in the next breath as I hocked out some loogies. I am such a lady. lol. Seriously, I do love to spit.

By this time, I was feeling the run..but I kept pushing myself to run faster and harder. I tapered off a bit at the beginning of 2 1/2 mile mark..I was tired, but not so tired that I had to completely slow down. I slowed for about 10 seconds then thought " why?", so I slapped myself mentally and pushed out the slowness and gunned it again.

Rounding the corner to the finish I pushed and pushed and heard myself taking hard breathes....to the very end.

I finished my 3 mile run in about 24 minutes. 8:00 miles. Yea!

I say about because I do not run with a stopwatch, but I need to. I got this time by looking at my celly while getting out my car, and looking at it again upon returning to my car.

Tonite..I return to my gym. Treadmill heaven lol.

It is so hard to find time to run outside. I have taken the easy way out most days and run on the treadmill. Its hard to get up @ 5am and get my run on, I love to get my sleep on with my Son ..I am so tired lately. I believe this sleeping in was brought about by my sleep deprivation when Victorio was born. Seriously, I did not dream till Victorio was about 1 1/2 years old. Seriously.

At nite, I am so spent after a day of work, and finding time to spend with my Tigers is so hard now that D had gotten his much deserved promotion and works later. I hate the thought of my Tigers waiting to eat so I can run, and not having time to just relax for ME for a couple of hours. Once in a while I will find myself running @ 7:30 or later..but with our hectic schedules and the insane heat, thats just too much. I am going to make the effort to wake up and run in the A>M. when it is the the coolest. Just as long a I am home in time for D to go to work @ 7, and be off to take Victorio to daycare by 8. Inbetween all this, find time to get ready, feed Victorio, dress Victorio, possibly give him a bath, shower myself, maybe eat?, tidy the house before I leave, pack V's bag, pack his snacks, locate missing keys..lol.
Awww..can you tell Im feeling sorry for myself..?? hehe. I will do it though, I have to.

It weird though, when I run outside after running on the treadmill for a spell, I run faster. On the treadmill I run 9:05 or 8:58 miles, but on the outside..who knows how fast I run..but I know by my estimation on my completion times for my mileage, its hella faster.

OH YEAH, before I forget.

I lost 3 lbs. I now officially weight 136. Its way short of my goal I has set for myself, but I do notice that my clothes are looser and I see more definition in my body. I feel tighter, and better about myself. I have been told that I look like I have lost weight. I feel that I have built more muscle and am turning that flab back to toned skin. I am getting back my fitness. I do not feel too bad about my weight, I feel proud of myself that I have at least lost 3 lbs. I have taken to eating better, salads at lunch, yogurt for breakfast (with an occasional bowl of Capn Crunch heh), and whatever for dinner. No fast food, well except for Vegas this weekend. I try to drink water..Propel before I run. I will get down to 130. Just watch me.

Vegas babee...

Last week I only ran 12 miles.

6 miles back to back on Thurs. & Friday. Monday I rocked the hour kickboxing class. Tues. & Weds. I kicked it with my Men before leaving for the weekend. I also took an 8 hour Excell Class on Tues. & Thurs. ..divided into 4 hour clases each day. Man was I spent on those two days. My eyes were sore and my butt & spine were too. Now I have skills in Excel yo..lol.

Friday we rolled out to Vegas..and thats all Ill say about that..hehe.

Saturday I was fired up to hit up the rec center at the Excaliber where we were staying,...got dressed, drank my h20, and took the 27 floors down. I was ready to open that big glass door when I was approached by a man who told me it was $20 bucks to use the facilities...$20!!!
I high-tailed it outta there...I considered running on the strip, but it was freaking 106 degrees at 7 pm, so I nixed the idea and my plan for hitting at least 18 miles for the week. Sides, my toes and calves were tired from walking about 10 miles that day..or so it seemed. lol.

However, these are things to do while in Vegas:

1) Go to New York, New York and eat cheese pizza pie..while checking out all the fake boobs that walk by.

2) Hit up RA @ the Luxor after 2 pm & flirt with the bouncer..he'll let you in for free..lol.

3) Studio 54 @ MGM Grand has this cute Mime working the back exit...he scared me but I liked it...Check him out and maybe he'll come running after you making smackin noises saying "what no kiss?" while laughing scarily but yet intriguingly ..heh.

4) Have random convo's with drunk peepz..they are insightful.

5) Take the monorail..its fast, cheap and easy. Kinda like Las Vegas..lol.

6) Dont' get behind random Drunk bride to be's (noted by the cheap veil decorated with condoms) they will spill your entire $8 drink on you and not even have the decency to buy you another one. ...

7) Take many pix of your bros..they can be used for blackmail later..heh.

8) Ceasars Palace is the home of NIKETOWN!!! & the largest Victoria's Secret I have ever seen!

9) Hold a pair of $500 shoes in the Versace Store..and then put it down very gently..lol.

10) Dance with abandon till you close the club...and experience black feet after taking off your heels as you walk back to your room..ALONE!!

Next time..I wil have more to write on in 2 weeks when I head back with my LOVE...Bungee here I come..AGAIN..lol.

freaky 6

I kick bootie yo.

Tonite after a fun filled 4 hours at the waterpark in Mesa, my love and I hit up the gym.

I hemmed, I hawed, I ran a freaking 6 miles.

At first, I was all "I'm only gonna walk or do the bikes." Got up to the top and saw the treadmills...ok maybe just a quick 3 miler. Tied up the hair and made a quick run down the stairs to "empty the tank", stretched for like a minute, pushed in my "1forme" playlist and jammed.

Initially I was scared of feeling that tightness in the chest that I had been feeling all week and dreading the feeling of running with labor. The first 1/4 mile I was running a 9:05 pace, then took it down to a 9:13 to loosen up and get my rhythm and breathing right. The first mile zoomed by, and I actually felt my breathing return to normal. Second mile was a breeze, feeling like my old running self, nice and easy. Third mile I was gliding on that magical, mystical runner's high, ya know, the one that feels like you can run forever? Yea, that one. Forth mile I was flying, except my mini died and I was left jamless. So I popped those bad boys out and got in tune with my body and breating. In, out, in, out..I was singing wihtout words..one with my body and its magical rhythm of air and easy movement. Fifth mile I was feeling no pain and wishing the gym stayed open longer as I only had 15 minutes left to run. I was actually gonna just pace out an easy 4 miler, but each mile had me gunning for more. 6th mile had me pushing myself and upping my pace to an eventual 7:30. Even upon completion of my 6 mile run, I felt I had enough juice within me to run longer..but I had to end my love affair with the treadmill and walk an easy 5 minutes and stretch real quick.

So tonite, despite my 4 hour water marathon, I ran my 6! I think I will take an asprin as I am prone to getting leg aches at night after a day of swimming, and I don't think that the 6 miler is any help, but then again maybe not.

Tomorrow I will try to fit in my goal of at least a 7 mile run. Depending again if I get my ass up in time. As of tonite, I have run 18 miles, but my running week is not over yet peepz. 23 is the magic number yo.

Anywho, my upcoming "TENTATIVE" running schedule is as follows:

July 1st - 5K S Mtn. Run. (ARR Summer Series)
July 22nd - 5k Kiwanis Park (ARR Summer Series)
August - Maybe a race? Possibly just a training month.
Sept. - Some race, possibly a 1/2 Marathon, unsure of where though.
Oct 8th - Everyone Runs New Balence Tucson 10k - Old Tucson Studios

Nov. 5th - Phx YMCA 1/2 Marathon - S. Mtn Park.
Nov. 11th - San Carlos Veterans Weekend 8k - GODS COUNTRY
Nov 23rd - Mesa Turkey Trot
Dec. 2nd - Irongirl 10 miler - Tempe
Dec 10th - Las Vegas 1/2 Marathon
Jan 7th - PF Changs Marathon - yea!

Join me?

G'nite bloggin fools..

tight breathes

TOday I had the hardest time running.

I actually felt myself breathing. Usually I lose myself in the run and my tunes tapping through my skull. Today I could actually feel the tightness in my chest with each expandng breathe.I could tell when I began my 4 mile run I wasn't myself. My joints were achy, my legs were sore, my breathing sucked.

For the past week, my breathing has been off. When taking a deep breathe to expand my runs, I could actually feel my lungs become tighter. It reminds me of when I had pneumonia last summer. Its freaking me out. Otherwise, my legs have been feeling sore but not so sore that I could not do what I usually do and run it out. My allergies have been playing havoc with my poor nose and head, hence the more bitchy than usual demeanor. My joints are no more achy than slightly more than usual, tightness around my knee and the beginning of the dreaded shinsplits. No more than the usual runner feels.

I have hence not made my running goals for myself this week, YET.

Mond.: 1 Hr. Kickbox Class (that made me sore as a mutha)
Tues.: 3 mile run at a 8:58 pace.
Weds.: Off day. Tired as a mutha.
Thurs.: 5 Mile run at a 9:05 pace or so. Finished in 45 minutes. Ran it hard in for the last .25 mile., hence the weird 45 minute finish that doesnt jibe with the 9:05 pace.
Fri.: 4 mile run at a 9:04 pace. Finished in 36:14 exactly. Kept it even the whole run.
Sat.: I am projecting either my long run today of at least 7 miles. Plus hrs. of swimming and canoodling at the swim park in Mesa. We shall see if I get up early enough to run on the canal. I do not want to run my long run at the treadmill.
Sun.: Or either today I will have my long run of at least 7 miles. I am actually hoping for 8 but lets see what my breathing says about that.

Total for week: 20 miles (at least).

I know that my body is probably telling me that I need to rest. But I never listen to anyone so why start now? Im kidding..kinda. But seriously, I feel so TIRED. Physically, emotionally, mentally...drained. I believe it is catching up to me the balencing of the Mother role, lover-homey-fren role, runner role, homeslice role, daughter role, student role, worker bee role, housekeeper role, cook role, etc. etc. I know I need a rest, but my defiant runner mentality wont let me quit till I finish my goals for this week.

NExt week staring on Monday I will ease down. I will only run 3 times next including one day of kickboxing. Ya see, Redmomma is heading to Vegas with tres amigas on Thurs. The much-needed vacation is about to become a reality. Then 2 weeks later, I am going to Vegas again with my D for a much needed break from parenthood for us both. Yea!!

Actually today, myself and my sure goot bro confirmed via electronical handshake that we are committed to doing the Las Vegas 1/2 Marathon in December and I will go forward with the 2007 PF CHangs Marathon!! I am a running fool....but a real one. LOL.

Happy little trees...

I love:

- Natives who kick ass and take names...however, whenever, and whereever!!

- Sticky snot kisses by lips that perfectly match mine, followed by a soft "I wuv you"..

- running my pain away.

- non-fractured toes.

- Ladee'z who embrace their reziness while rocking a Prada bag.."wink wink".

- text messages that start " I love you "

- my Mother's belly laughs

- putting my leg up against my belly and turning sideways while I go to sleep.

- happy tears!

- getting my Runners World in the mail..as well as my Maxim.

- $5.00 blue medium point ball point pens...

- Baby lotion.

- making/mixing new playlists on my mini.

- People who say "Thanks" after you open the door for them.

- A freshly cleaned house sprayed down with Allergen-free Febreze.

- New jeans in a smaller size.

- The crack of a brand new paperback as you bend it back to read.

- The perfect brown-red lipstick.

- Justice.

- The anticipation and buildup to get to a desired destination...in every sense of the word.

- Chimuth and Mun steaming in a bowl in front of me...with freshly chopped cheese & a sprinkling of onions on top.

- Shopping online while not buying anything.

- Target.

- black & white pictures.

- Hugs.

- Painting my toes blood-red and knowing that I will most likely to be the only one who sees them.

- The sense of accomplishment after achieving a particularly hard run.

- Recyclying paper. aka filling the blue bin outside the house.

- Victoria's Secret.

- Organization.

- Howard Stern every morning during the work week. Crack me up.

I love Everyone..even those I dont really. LOL.

Im happy.

Just to be alive.

Aren't we all?

Piss me off

Since I have some time to post up while my Son is sleeping, here are some things that annoy the hellz outta me:

1) PEOPLE WHO FRIGGIN PARK IN THE HANDICAP ZONE WHEN THEY ARE NOT FRIGGIN HANDICAPPED!! - People, you have legs that are able to walk the 10 yards to your destination..USE THEM! Be grateful you have that ability unlike the poor souls who NEED TO USE THE HANDICAPED PARKING!!

2) People who don't work but like to persecute those of us who do and are able to buy the "toys" in life. Get a job and get off my back. Lazy ass.

3) People who say "POOR ME POOR ME!! WHAAA!". Do something..dont just sit on your ass and cry about it. Better yet, cry, get over it, then do something about it.

4) People who dont vote. IF you dont vote, dont complain. END OF STORY!

5) People who leave their turn signals on. Numbnuts..I can see your blink which makes me think you are going to turn, if you don't turn I will run into the back of your car cause you are pissing me off.

6) People who wear make-up/perfume while you work out. Ok, its your perogative to decorate yourself how you want, but don't make me smell your sweet stink or have to look at your smeary face! Get a babeewipe and wipe that shyt. Perfume when I am trying to inhale makes me cough..and Ill cough all over you if you don't take that smell home.!!

7) People who feel that they can tell me how to run my business. Take your suggestions and subtle hints and start your own freaking business and do it any way you want and leave me the Fugg alone.

8) People who hug you upon meeting you and you don't even know who the hell they are. "STAND BACK...you don't know me like that."

9) People who talk all big and bad on the internet about who and what they stand for but in real life they are meek as a mouse. If you have balls on the interne, then have balls in real life.

10) Music snobs. Who the hell are you to judge what kind of music is "GOOD". Those who are all "hip-hop is life" or because its mainstream then it sux and won't listen to anything else or label all other types of music as "bad" SUCK BALLS!!

11) People who talk themselves up so much that they forget you are in the conversation. I don't need your friggin resume I just asked how you were doing ..sheesh.

Enough..I am a bitch today. Bear with me. I can be happy too. Crankiness is not a good look for me.

U dont know till you know.

Get over it.

Pets are not like kids..no matter how hard you want them to be.

Kids are work yo. Ask any parent. Ask me dammit.

They dont even compare.

Spare me. Really.

Kinda pissy mood right now. Ok. I am in a pissy mood.

I need to run.

Lack of sleep makes me a bitch.

Really though, Get OVER IT!!!

Full or Half?

Im trying to decide if I should run the full marathon in Las Vegas on Dec 10th?..or do the 1/2 Marathon in Vegas as a training run, then do the PF Changs Marathon in Phx. the following month ? ..

Decisions yo.

9 lbs.

My Body is Beautiful.

You may think..damn this girl better let her head deflate, but I believe it, even if I sometimes think I may need to lose a few pounds.

I say this after viewing my body a few minutes before a much needed shower. I had just taken a kickboxing class and let my body fermate for an hour upon tending to my beautiful Son. Although I have a few 8 or so extra lbs. added to my frame, lbs. I feel through a tightening on my clothes, I do believe my body is workhorse of beauty and strength.

This I say because this body has given birth to a beautiful Son, has/had the abilty to run a marathon, has the abilty to heal through many of lifes ailments, still has an unbreakable yet fixable heart, has decorated meanings that reach farther than any ink, has scars that enhance rather than detract from my canvas, achieves a beautiful rich brown tone that no tanning salon could ever reproduce, has the abilty to feed my Son, and so many more things that would take me all nite to write down...

I say this also saying that I am on a quest to lose 10 lbs. I am hell bent on achieving this goal because I do not feel my body is at top peak right now physically, and its playing with my head mentally. I feel that if I lose 10 lbs. I will be able to run faster, longer, and with more enjoyment. Lately, my runs have begun to feel like a tiresome chore..something that I hate to associate with running. I am also aiming for this goal because I love a challenge. HEH.

Today, I took an hour kickboxing class. I loved seeing myself in those mirrors. I loved seeing my muscles ripple as I kicked my wy down 10 lbs. lol. I loved seeing my arms definition as I punched real punches, and not those bizhaan/sissy half-ass punches that the rest of the Scottsdale crew was trying to throw down. I loved the way I looked like I can really kick someone's ass and not just the girl on my RHS who got a little too close.

Right now I weight 139 lbs. at 5'6. I have a medium build that builds muscle like a mutha.

My goal is to reach 130 in 4 weeks. So that is 9 lbs. So that is 2. 2 lbs per week.
I believe that is a reasonable goal. Right? If I wrong here, please let me know if that is unrealistic.

I am not a stranger to losing weight. Hello, I lost 46 lbs. after the birth of my Son who is now 25 mos. old. At my heaviest, right before the birth of my Son, I weighed 185. WHOA. I have never weighed that much my whole life. I felt like such a porker. Slowly, but surely the weight came off. At my leanest in my whole life I weighed 122 lbs. That was like Jr. High at this height. In High School I weighed in at 129? ...I was running cross country & track, and had mucho legs. During my Marathon running I weighed in at 136?..I think my body loves this weight and refuses to get it down. At places where my weight needs to be taken down or people have guessed my weight, it has always been around the 130 lb. range, I believe that I carry my weight well. Like I said, I have a lot of muscle on my frame.

If anyone has any ideas on losing weight or can help me out with my diet..please e-me or hit me up on my comments.

I will get there. Once I put my mind to something ..look out! LOL.

Thanks ...

hitting my old stride..

I accomplished my goal of 22 miles last week. The fastest pace I hit was above my mark, I ran 4 miles in 35:20, 8:50 minute miles. Yee-haw.

I am slowly, but surely hitting my old stride. Its funny, but I was telling D the other day that I feel as if I am actually becoming a faster, stronger runner after my 2 1/2 month sabbatical my broken toe took for the rest of my body.

I have incorporated light weights into my short days of running, as well as 100 abs on the balence ball, and 5 minutes of stretching before and after. Also, I am planning to add one day of kickboxing class, or bike riding, to my 5 days of running.

I hate to lift on my legs as I feel that I am doing enough on my poor appendages, in addition to the fact that my legs build muscle like a mutha and I hate to get bulky and have to accomodate my running style for some man legs. heh. However, I am considering adding squats and lunges to help with my balence and strengthening and stretching. Hmm.

I am also in the process of losing the 5 or so lbs. that I have put on my frame from my complete inactivity from my broken toe. I actually have not really gained that weight..but it has shifted from being lean muscle mass to just plain mass. When my poor piggie was wrapped in a black cast, I could not physically do much. At all. All I could really do was sit down on my ass. Seriously. The first couple of weeks I had to get the hang of my crutches and those muthas bruise you like youdont know..but the one good thing is that carrying my own body weight for 2 1/2 mos. gave me some buffness in the guns..whoo-hoo. Bad news is, my legs and "pack" turned to mush. It sucks so bad to work so hard to get to a level where you feel strong and fit, then to have it kick you in the ass, literally.

So now I am in the process of turning mush back to hard steel. heh.

I am slowly getting back my endurance and my speed. In fact, as stated before, I feel I am getting stronger. I run faster at a longer run..and upon completion, my body is telling me to keep going.

This week: 23 miles again..with a long run of 7 miles.

So there..lol.