Hey BABEE lets go to Vegas..

Run run run.

As of today, I have run a total of 16 miles.

Mon: 0 miles/NO class. Tired.
Tues: 7.17 miles in 1:05:07. 9:05 avg pace. Fastest pace at 7:29 sprint.
Weds: 4.03 miles in 37:22. 9:17 avg. pace.
+ 1 mile on the treadmill at 9:15 pace.
Thurs: 3.83 miles in 35:25. 9:15 avg. pace.

Total so far: 16. 13 miles.

Tomorrow I am leaving for Vegas. again. heh.

I plan to run at least 3 easy in the A.M., and hit up at least 25 miles for the week, but we shall see, I mean come on, its VEGAS.

Next week a planned 12mile run with my sure goot friend and then up and ready for the Valley Of The Sun 1/2 on March 11th. Whoo-hoo.

Peace out...

slowness for the masses...

Just so peeps think I haven't been running.

You are slighty right..heh.

After the aftermath of the Marathon, I have sloooweeeed my bootie way down.

I have been averaging about 22 miles per week, down from the 35-40 miles per week training schedule I had for Pf Changs. I also run a lot slower. I average about 9 min/miles or slower.

Its nice to be kinda loose with my running, not so rigid with a schedule or keeping a tight pace. I find that now, I love running outside. The gorgeous weather, the wind in my face, the clean smell of the earth, and the soft squishy dirt at my toes.

I'm so strange at times because I fluctuate between loving the treadmill and loving the outdoors. I go back and forth in thinking that one is easier than the other. I am at a place where I feel the ease of the outdoors, but ask me that again when it gets to be 90 degrees at 5 a.m.

I am also at a place where running is easiest done in the early morning. I find myself waking up at 5 A.M., drinking strawberry-kiwi Propel, adjusting the running tights, and finding out where I'm feeling the earth. I usually run about 5 miles or less. Once in a great while I do six during the week. I would strive to run longer, however I need to limit my milege in order to make it home in time for D-man to go to work at 7 a.m. I love running in the morning right now, in a month, maybe not. Its just easier for me as it frees me up in the afternoons to spend time with my family and friends. Who doesn't love that? On top of all that goodness, it gives me a boost and good feeling all day. I feel like I did good for myself..ya know?

On the weekends, I have found a kik bootie running buddy who motivates me to run long on Saturdays. We have no real objective other than to run and finish whatever milegage we decided to do. We run and talk, and talk and talk. Heh. I have never had a running bro before..I usually love to run solo. So, in the beginning I was apprehensive about a running buddy. I must say that I was pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying talking while running. Its hard to run and talk, but we are running at a slower pace which I know I need to do, but it makes the run go by even quicker. Its working out, and maybe soon we can add more runners to the mix for a run around Tempe Town Lake??....

Anywho, I am at a good place with my running. Not pushing myself to be Olympian Dre anymore..but more like back to the running that is soft and not so rigid. I run however far I want to, with a quick glance at my wrist and I speed up or slow down as my body tells me.

My heel is feelng no pain. I believe the relaxed runs have helped a great deal.

Like this morning, after a night of forced work after an employee flaked out at work, I awoke at 5 am. feeling the need for a run. Dressed in my tights, long sleeved tee, bandana and trusty Nikes, I was out the door in the drizzle darkness. I ran back inside thinking I would just wait for a bit, and then I thought, "since when am I a delicate flower?" lol.

So I grabbed my beloved SKIN hoody and made it to the track. I Loved the feel of wetness on my face and splish of my shoes hitting the ground. I ran 5 miles in the drizzle.

I love my running life right now.

showing my own ass

Do you even meet peeps who you just wanna break it down to?

I know I've probs fit into this category at one time or another. I mean, who hasn't?

But seriously, there are those people who for some reason, exist in your little part of the world who you can't help but be in the mix with, but if you had your choice..you probably wouldn't want to know.

These are the people who seem to THINK they know everything and anything about a part of your life that in someway you share. Usually, they tend to be pretty young. I hate to think that I judge them too quick or at all, but you can only show your ass so many times until you believe thats all they have to offer.

Like I've stated before in a previous post, those who tend to believe that their way of living is the "only" way to live, tend to exist in worlds that don't have much experience in life.

I just get tired of biting my tongue when I see ignorance and bravado in a person who is old enough to know better but doesn't.

Who you just want to break things down to in a slighty mean way. Who you want to embarass cause they make your mean side come out.

I admit, I at times have the capacity in my soul to be black. I am human, and at least I can admit that to myself.

Its just certain people live in a fantasy world where black is black and white is white.

I just feel that if you are who you are, and you know your place in this world, you don't have to shove it down anyone's throat. You are not better than anyone else, you are not more deserving of certain things.

I am tired of existing with people who know all but know shit.

Blessed

I dont care if someone doesn't believe in blessings from good places. I do.

I believe that I am blessed. I am blessed to :

* have felt the pain of heartache because that means I was and still am able to love.

* have pretty blue toenails, achy thighs, and 5 am wake up calls because that means that I have the abilty and the determination to run.

* have to buy 50 Christmas presents every year (and growing) because that means I have a big family who I love.

* have to go to work each and every morning because that means that I have a job and am able to help provide for myself and my family.

* have homework to do because that means I am getting an education.

I am blessed.

scales are wrong too..

Since this is being my second attempt at this blog since blogger went crazy on me and decided to crash and burn last time around...

Here we go again..

Monday, bright and early at 6A.M., I ventured out into the darkness and seeked solace in a treadmill at my brandnew lifetime fitness facility.

I found the dreaded scale hidden in a corner behind the gatorade machine and proceeded to jump right on. To my horror, the scale did not catch at 140, no it went past 143, 144, 145..what fat duck I thought! It finally stopped at 148 lbs of fat!! I was so knocked on my ass at this number, I had to relive the torture all over again. Once again, the cruel numbers stopped at 148. I couldn't believe it, especially as I had felt that I had been losing weight, added to the face that that very last Tues. morning the week before, a scale (not this one) had revealed that I had weighed 141, indicating that I had been losing weight.

I got off the scale in a daze and blue funk.

I then proceeded to the treadmill and hit that sucka up with a force that was looking to erase that dreaded 7 lb. weight gain from the week before. As I pounded and sweat out my frustrations, I mentally went over in my head where I had gone so wrong. I had been eating good, exercising, blah blah.

After that, my whole day was shot. It took all I had to stop myself from running to my good old reliable scale at the Salt River Rec.

I made it through the day and ended up at the SR Rec. I was so scared that I made myself bike for 2 miles and walk a mile before I let myself see the dreaded numbers.

Up my sweaty bootie went, to reveal 140.5 lbs.!!!!

I had lost .5 pounds from last week, for a total of 3 1/2 lbs of flab gone off my beautiful body.heh.

I was so relieved and happy that I drank a coke zero.

I weighed myself again last nite, and the scale revealed 139.5!

Another lb. left somewhere not on my body..

130 here I come.

Peace yo..

sure goot frenz

Lately, I've been having headaches as my head seems to be going 100 mph toward the future.

Im planning out my future runs, schedules for my Son, our family activities, my renewed status as Student, etc.

I had the pleasure of running either 7 1/2 miles or 8 with a lovely Native fellow runner who I had become acquainted with via email and text messages. We meet up at Tempe Town Lake early in the a.m., stretched and walked a good 1/2 mile just talking before we realized our Garmin's were juiced out.

We ran and ran, stopped about mile 5 to take a potty break and talked the entire freaking run. I have never talked and ran for 8 miles in my entire life! I felt self-concious as when we were gabbing, she seemed to breathe effortlessly, while I had to push out the words and stuggle. We ran fairly easy, I'd say about 10 min/miles? or slower? We really had no idea even when we started or finished..we just ran that sucka. I was feeling no pain, nor when we did stop did I feel like it was a stuggle, do I just have jacked up lungs?

Anywho..It was so great to meet someone and just click. I am really glad that I made an aquaintence a new friend.

Its weird, but in this past couple of months, I feel as if I have expanded my circle of friends in a great way. Of course, there are my friends that are my GIRLS, been there for me through thick and thin, know me and all my dirty crazy secrets, where we will be old ladee'z laughing in the sunset with our silver hair and iced tea (well one with no ice). heh. But lately, its as if I've meet WOMEN who are in sync with me. We mesh and relate one some level that makes me want to know more, and think to myself, this is someone who I would love to get to know better. They intrique me.

In my younger days, there were the friends that you partied with, hell you know what I mean. Those were your party friends, the ones who you swore were your bros, the ones you called on Friday nite (and ok Weds. and Thurs as well) and said where we going? Later, after you calm your fast ass down, you realize that it was all an appearance. Those are not the people who would give you a shoulder to cry on, a bucket to throw up in sure, but they were not in the true sense of the word, a "friend".

Even now, I get the word on them every once in a while. I will always embrace the crazy times we had and take them out of my file in my head to look at, smile, and shake my head at. We will always be cool, we may even hang out once in a while, but they are not who I call when I need someone who will just let me be me.

In this crazy world, I have my friends that I have known and who have known me since my days in San Carlos, they will always be my bros. I have my friends who I met in college and are living in this world as mothers, wives, scholars, professionals, and we will always be cool, and now, I have this great circle of friends who are WOMEN, and who I can text with crazy abandon and meet for lunch and even go out with once in a great while, who are and will always be there for me.

I love this part of my life where I have these opportunies to meet such great people and am able to have them be a part of my life.

Thank you to those who touch my life and make it shine even brighter. You are LOVED!

weighty matters.

Its 3am and I just wolfed down some wheat thins.

Im hella hungry as I haven't eaten since 3 pm.

Yes I am still on the road to being 10 lbs lighter, and no thats not why I haven't eaten.

You see, before the "Mommy" title was given to me, I would eat no matter what. Come hell or high water, nothing was keeping me from a meal. Now, Mommy being my second name, sometimes you have to sacrifice eating time in order to coincide with plain time.

Today was rush rush. Off to work, rush to daycare, rush to make sure Son eats, baths, dresses and goes potty, again. Rush to finish work, rush to get supplies for work, rush to the bank 3 times in one day, rush to the post office, rush back to the bank, rush off to pick Son up from school cuz he's sick, rush to run home to scarf down some wheat things and grilled chicken. Rush off to class. Rush to walmart to get groceries , rush home to spend at least a little time with the fam, pass out from exhaustion. Wake up at 3 am cause those damn wheat thins don't cut it.

I can't lie though, I love being busy. I always have. If I just sit there, knowingly trying to relax and just sit and watch T.V. I can't. I have to multi-task. I'll pick up a book, clean up Boy's toys, sweep, dust, go on the internet and listen to the T.V., organize my filing, spray around some Lysol.

I blame my Mom. I fit her pattern. She is such a hard worker, always moving, always fidgeting, always.

Anywho, on my quest to be 10 lbs lighter, I have achieved being 8 lbs. lighter. heh.

When I began my quest for less fat, I weighed in at 143. Whoa. I could bore you with all these excuses for why I weighed 143, but let's be real, I was 143 and no excuses can account for the fact that thats what I weighed, end of story.

ANywho, I know weigh as of 1/30., 141. I haven't had a chance to weight myself since then at the same time. According to my research, when weighing yourself, you should do it at the same time in the morning after you take a pee and before you eat anything.

Realistically, I want to weigh 13o lbs.

When I had pneumonia last summer, I was down to about 134. People said I looked sick and drawn, well maybe because I actually was sick, but peeps said I looked like I had a lollipop body. Gee thanks.

I have always carred my weight pretty well, with peeps thinking that I weigh less than I do. I don't know if thats because have really heavy hair, get muscley pretty quick, or carry a lot of my weight around my waist.

I had gotten my BMI measurement before, and it says that I am in the lower end of the healthy/athletic spectrum. Meaning, Im in pretty good shape and no where near obese. BUT, at 5'6 ( NO NDN MODEL LIES heh), and 141 I want to be lighter and cut down on the waist expansion and jiggle factor. I love love my legs, like my arms, hate my torso area.

I can still fit into my pre=preggers pants. Fit yes, feel comfortable? Not quite there yet..lol. It's true what they say, your body changes after a baby.

In a recent discussion with a boy bro, somehow we got to talking about post-preggers weight. He said he thought I had lost the weight pretty quick, which I was surprised about then got to thinking..are you saying I was fat before..lol.

Now that the marthon is done, and my long runs no longer consist of 12 + miles for right now, I can back up off the carbo loading for a bit. I mean, I love me some carbs, its just when you run 35-40+ miles a week, carbs are a big and necessary part of your diet.

Now that I am down to 24 miles or less, I don't have to stuff and force down carbs all the time. I have begun to shop healthier for myself, yogurt, cheerios, fruit, grilled chicken, salads, WATER, wheat thins (which I know aren't that good for you but I love em), popsicles, and carrots. I try not to fall into my pitfall of eating at 3am at night, a fallback from nursing Victorio. I try to eat breakfast now, actually make myself drink water, and make concious decisions with my meals.

It seems to be working and overall which leads me to feel healthier and leaner.

I will try to get to a reliable scale in the A.M. I feel confident that it will give me good numbers.

Peace.