As I sit here waiting to say goodbye to 2014, I have been rather reflective on what has happened in the last year.
This time last year, I was only 3 months out of the life-changing decision to have weight loss surgery. This time last year I had lost 47 pounds, today I have lost about 95.
In this last year, I have re-discovered the woman I always wanted to be. I realize now that I had totally lost the woman I always intended to be. I had given up on myself. I had allowed my depression over my weight, and the number on the scale to rule my life. I had quit doing my hair, wearing make-up, or even being me. This year, I have remembered who I am, and who I always intended to be. I am again wearing make-up, doing my hair, and trying to be the most beautiful woman, and person I can be, both for myself, and for my husband.
I have started to be far more comfortable in allowing myself to be the woman that God intended me to be. I am comfortable in my skin, and when I look in the mirror.
I started this journey 15 months ago, at 270 pounds, and a shell of the woman I was meant to be. I have spent the last 12 months settling back into "normal" life, and finding the person I was meant to be. I fully intend to spend the next 12 months being the best wife, mother, teacher and woman I can possibly be. That means that I will spend 2015 chasing the dreams I had given up on many years ago, when I gave up on myself. I have some pretty big dreams, that I have always called "pipe dreams" They were pipe dreams because I have never thought they were actually possible...that I could actually complete them. I won't complete all of them this year, but I will be well on my way to completing them.
I'm going to finish a half marathon (actually 3, Princess, Tobacco Road, and RNR Chicago)
I'm going to get my booty back in the gym and get these last 10-25 pounds off (I don't want to set a specific number, but want to remain comfortable with myself)
I'm going to complete another Sprint Triathlon (or maybe 2)
I'm going to start training so in 2016 I can complete a marathon, and a half ironman
Here's to the new me in 2015.
Till next year...
Krista
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Wine and Dine Half Marathon
One week ago tonight, I toed the line at the Wine and Dine Half Marathon at Disney World.
The weather forecast was a bit sketchy. I was wearing One of my sparkle skirts, and the long-sleeved race tech shirt. I know it's a no-no to wear your race shirt the day of the race, but I didn't take anything else remotely water proof or long-sleeved, and it was going to be cold and wet, so I wore it. I also had on my Dollar Tree poncho we picked up on the way to the race.
We had some fun on the bus:
The weather forecast was a bit sketchy. I was wearing One of my sparkle skirts, and the long-sleeved race tech shirt. I know it's a no-no to wear your race shirt the day of the race, but I didn't take anything else remotely water proof or long-sleeved, and it was going to be cold and wet, so I wore it. I also had on my Dollar Tree poncho we picked up on the way to the race.
We had some fun on the bus:
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| Me, My sister, Barney and my sister's friend May |
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| Barney and I on the Bus |
As we sat in the Corrals waiting to start a slow drizzle started, then picked up to a full on rain, and by the time we started, it was a full-on downpour. Barney hadn't really trained for a half marathon, but was doing it just to stay with me and be there for me. He is and always has been far more "in shape" than I am. We were planning on doing 30 second run and 45 second walk intervals. We stuck to those intervals through the first 6 miles of the race.
I did do something new this race than I have ever done, which is I wore a hydration vest rather than depending on race water stops. I put Nuun in my hydration vest, and I felt fully prepared for the race. It was a bit of foreboding we found out later when the guy in the Corral told us that if we went straight through the first intersection, the race would be about 6 miles shorter. It turns out that some folks decided that the rain was too much, and cut across the course before the 5k timing mat, so they skipped the 5k and 10k splits and all of the Animal Kingdom.
We passed the 5k mark, and started to head into the Animal Kingdom Park. On the way in, we saw Rafiki camped out under one of the stations where they check your bags on the way in. He was standing there to stay dry, and there was no line. I have NEVER taken character photos at a race, but I love Rafiki and couldn't pass up the opportunity.
When we got into the Animal Kingdom, the Tree of Life was all lit up. It was breath-taking and beautiful. The Animal Kingdom, while beautiful has some REALLY uneven places and it's pretty dark, but still fun. At this point, the rain had gotten laughable. I was dodging puddles, and people. My Garmin would buzz, I'd tap Barney on the arm, and we'd run. It would buzz again, and we'd stop. We were in a groove. I felt pretty dang good. While exiting Animal Kingdom, there was a guy with a bell he was ringing. He was touting the customer service at Disney, and the fact that they were trying to save us runners time by offering us the opportunity to shower WHILE we ran. I asked him to pass the shampoo. Not long after that, while rounding a corner, my heel got stepped on and I ran right out of my shoe. It took a few steps to get stopped, and my right sock was now water-logged. I was very certain at that point that any Body Glide I had left was gone and I was doomed to get HUGE blisters. Still feeling good, so I didn't care. I hobbled to the fence to hold onto something, and put my shoe back on. Shoe back on, I headed for mile 6, and the 10k point.
Barney and I both had to stop at the potty break between mile 6 and the 10k point. We slipped and slid through the mud to the potties. We crossed the 10k point and I saw where a bunch of people could have crossed the course and cut it short. I high-fived the Lion King Cast in the Animal Kingdom Parking Booths and kept on moving. Not long after the 10k point, my stomack started cramping, and I felt incredibly pukey. I was so miserable that I was leaned over the guard rail. Waiting for the inevitable. A very sweet woman in a red poncho offered me some water to drink and encouraged me to keep going. I told her I was afraid to be sick having not vomitted since my weight loss surgery last year and I was scared. She told me she had had Gastric Bypass surgery, and lost 165 pounds. She encouraged me to keep going....which I did.
I got to the Mile 7 medical tent and asked for some tylenol for my sore foot. The guy gave it to me and when I looked down to open the packaging I lost my balance and almost fell. The old Krista, the one with NO faith in herself decided at that very moment to rear her ugly head and start telling me how I couldn't do this, and I just needed to quit. I started to listen to that fat old bitchy voice in my head for a few minutes, and actually went to the medical tent to wait for the bus. By the time I got there, the tent was so full of other folks ready to quit, I couldn't even fit inside, so the lady offered me a seat on a cooler outside the tent. Not even thinking, I sat down, and the cooler had water standing on the top. Now, if one is trying to avoid chafing, especially in the hiney and girly bits, wet is not a good thing. The only good thing about sitting on that cooler is that the cold water snapped me back to reality. I had been in the process of telling Barney to go on and finish without me. He refused to leave me. I hopped up off the cooler, looked at him and said, "I've given up on myself TOO MANY TIMES! I'm not doing that anymore. Let's go!" He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. I was sure I wanted to go, but wasn't sure that I could manage a trot or run at all at that point. Barney said that was fine, we could go, but should walk for a while.
We continued on around, and we held hands. At that point, I was leaning on him to continue. His support was absolutely required for me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. As we were headed to mile 8, up a hill/entrance ramp, I could hear the "Army Guy" from Toy Story. I was hoping for a picture with him, but he was literally running up and down the side of the road high-fiving and harassing runners. Not long after that, I looked back over to the last overpass we had crossed, not quite a mile behind us, and I could see the dreaded balloon ladies. I didn't want to see them AT ALL, but I knew once I started walking, I probably would. I knew we would enter Hollywood Studios around mile 9, and we had to be getting close.
As I turned the corner to go into the back lot of Hollywood Studios, the balloon ladies and a pack of people terrified of being passed by them, barreled past Barney and I. I said a few not so ladylike words and loudly exclaimed that I didn't want to see them that night. One of the ladies yelled back that she didn't want to see me either. I didn't think that was mean (I've heard a lot of complaints about the balloon ladies being mean, but they weren't, they were just trying to encourage folks). Barney had to make a bathroom stop again just inside the studios. I waited for him, not so patiently, as it had become very evident that we were one of the last people on the course. Not long after that I saw the first bike medic guy, and he was encouraging me to keep going.
We continued to hold hands and make our way through Hollywood Studios. I had to keep pushing because I wanted to see the Osborne Christmas Lights! We rounded a corner at one point, and I could see Buzz and Woody standing there. Woody was standing in the road waving at me, and I said, "I'm stopping for a picture!" I asked if it was too late for a picture, and the photographer said, "absolutely not! It's never too late". After taking the picture the Disney Cast Member told us if we wanted to finish, we needed to catch the balloon ladies, and they were 5 minutes ahead of us. I tried doing a few running intervals again, but my body wouldn't let me. Rounded another corner and we could see a HUGE group of runners at the end of the race. Barney asked me if I wanted to joint them. Ethically, I knew I couldn't do that, and I wouldn't want to finish my first half by cheating, but I was so tired, and cold, and wet, that I would probably have considered it had there not been a course monitor standing there. Instead, we turned where we were supposed to and kept on keeping on. We went through the disco tunnel with windows into the costuming area...
As I approached mile 10, I saw a fan sitting there, running, with the lights and windshield wipers on. I commented to the bike medic that I was sure they were going to make me get on that van. he said, "I don't see a cop in the road. Keep walking and ignore that van!" I did. Barney and I just kept plugging along. The next thing I knew, I turned a corner and we were in the middle of the Osborne lights. I almost cried. There was a group of cheerleaders there taking a picture in the middle of the road. They cleared the road for us, then cheered us on. I was very aware of all of the volunteers, and had been thanking them since early on in the race, but when you are the very last, the slowest person out there, and they are still cheering you on and keeping water stops open for you, and cheering as if you are first, it means SOOOO much. I kept thanking them, but no word in the English Language is appropriately weighed to thank those volunteers for what they did for me and my spirits. They were AMAZING. I was putting my water cups in trash bags, rather than throwing them down. I needed to be respectful of them and their time. They were just as cold and wet as I was, if not more, because I had been running/walking and sweating for hours, they were standing still and getting rained on.
I was dreading every mile marker at this point because I knew I was behind. While I had never hoped to be the last finisher for a Disney Race, getting a private confetti party, I would prefer that to the bus ride to the finish line. I had told Barney about the finish line for the last finisher, and we were plodding along. At one point we passed a girl who couldn't even stand up straight and walk. She was leaned over to the side. Barney looked at me and said, "We're cheering her on to the finish, right?" I said, "Yep". She assured us she couldn't make it, and told the bike medic she was done. She couldn't finish. Barney and I kept going. We past the Incredibles. I was terrified of mile 11, and the next possibility of being swept. We didn't get there. The fact was, on the walkway to the parking lot outside of Hollywood Studios, one of the medics stopped and said, "I'm sorry, we're falling too far behind, I need you to get on the golf cart."
I sat down on that cart and cried. I was absolutely so sad and horrified. I couldn't believe that yet again I wasn't going to finish. I felt a little better when I looked up the numbers for the race. Before starting, the announcer had said that there were over 14,300 people registered for the race. I'm certain a fair number didn't start due to either the rain, or injuries or whatever. As of the last time I had checked, there was a total of 11,941 finishers.
5k in 47:27, average pace of 15:27, projected finish time of 3:20:12 if I had maintained that pace
10k in 1:43:14, average pace of 16:37, projected finish time of 3:37:47 if I had maintained that pace
15k in 2:52:12, average pace of 18:29, projected finish time of 4:02:11 if I had maintained that pace
Definitely not breaking any land-speed records, but Barney and I were 2 of the last 3 people swept from the course at mile 11. Almost 2400 people didn't finish for one reason or another, and we were 2 of the last 3 pulled. It sucked being pulled, but I am proud of what we accomplished. We made it 11 miles in some of the most horrendous conditions possible.
The good news is, even with running out of my shoe, being drenched with rain, sitting in water at mile 7, I didn't have any chafing or blisters at all. I was sore for a day or 2, but not horribly so.
I went to the doctor this week about my Morton's Neuroma in my left foot. He gave me a cortisone shot to help the inflammation in the nerve and to hopefully keep the foot from going numb on future runs. He also said that he was incredibly surprised that with a previously broken navicular bone, that my doctor who treated that didn't immediately recommend custom orthotics for my shoes. Apparently, the Navicular bone is the attachment point for a tendon, and every step tugs on that bone. The bone needs a great deal of support to not be as painful. He said that I will likely have discomfort in that area of my foot forever, when I run/exercise, but the orthotics should minimize that pain and make it far more bearable. So, I was cast for orthotics and they should be in within the next 3-4 weeks. Training is continuing.
I am starting a new job on Monday, and will be staying after school on Tuesdays to run sprints and do speedwork. I'm dedicating Tuesdays to Speedwork, Thursdays I'll run 45 minutes to an hour. Saturdays will be long runs. First one is tonight, 3 miles as training for Glass Slipper Challenge. Having more definitive answers for what is causing my pain makes me feel so much better.
Till next time....
Krista
We passed the 5k mark, and started to head into the Animal Kingdom Park. On the way in, we saw Rafiki camped out under one of the stations where they check your bags on the way in. He was standing there to stay dry, and there was no line. I have NEVER taken character photos at a race, but I love Rafiki and couldn't pass up the opportunity.
When we got into the Animal Kingdom, the Tree of Life was all lit up. It was breath-taking and beautiful. The Animal Kingdom, while beautiful has some REALLY uneven places and it's pretty dark, but still fun. At this point, the rain had gotten laughable. I was dodging puddles, and people. My Garmin would buzz, I'd tap Barney on the arm, and we'd run. It would buzz again, and we'd stop. We were in a groove. I felt pretty dang good. While exiting Animal Kingdom, there was a guy with a bell he was ringing. He was touting the customer service at Disney, and the fact that they were trying to save us runners time by offering us the opportunity to shower WHILE we ran. I asked him to pass the shampoo. Not long after that, while rounding a corner, my heel got stepped on and I ran right out of my shoe. It took a few steps to get stopped, and my right sock was now water-logged. I was very certain at that point that any Body Glide I had left was gone and I was doomed to get HUGE blisters. Still feeling good, so I didn't care. I hobbled to the fence to hold onto something, and put my shoe back on. Shoe back on, I headed for mile 6, and the 10k point.
Barney and I both had to stop at the potty break between mile 6 and the 10k point. We slipped and slid through the mud to the potties. We crossed the 10k point and I saw where a bunch of people could have crossed the course and cut it short. I high-fived the Lion King Cast in the Animal Kingdom Parking Booths and kept on moving. Not long after the 10k point, my stomack started cramping, and I felt incredibly pukey. I was so miserable that I was leaned over the guard rail. Waiting for the inevitable. A very sweet woman in a red poncho offered me some water to drink and encouraged me to keep going. I told her I was afraid to be sick having not vomitted since my weight loss surgery last year and I was scared. She told me she had had Gastric Bypass surgery, and lost 165 pounds. She encouraged me to keep going....which I did.
I got to the Mile 7 medical tent and asked for some tylenol for my sore foot. The guy gave it to me and when I looked down to open the packaging I lost my balance and almost fell. The old Krista, the one with NO faith in herself decided at that very moment to rear her ugly head and start telling me how I couldn't do this, and I just needed to quit. I started to listen to that fat old bitchy voice in my head for a few minutes, and actually went to the medical tent to wait for the bus. By the time I got there, the tent was so full of other folks ready to quit, I couldn't even fit inside, so the lady offered me a seat on a cooler outside the tent. Not even thinking, I sat down, and the cooler had water standing on the top. Now, if one is trying to avoid chafing, especially in the hiney and girly bits, wet is not a good thing. The only good thing about sitting on that cooler is that the cold water snapped me back to reality. I had been in the process of telling Barney to go on and finish without me. He refused to leave me. I hopped up off the cooler, looked at him and said, "I've given up on myself TOO MANY TIMES! I'm not doing that anymore. Let's go!" He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. I was sure I wanted to go, but wasn't sure that I could manage a trot or run at all at that point. Barney said that was fine, we could go, but should walk for a while.
We continued on around, and we held hands. At that point, I was leaning on him to continue. His support was absolutely required for me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. As we were headed to mile 8, up a hill/entrance ramp, I could hear the "Army Guy" from Toy Story. I was hoping for a picture with him, but he was literally running up and down the side of the road high-fiving and harassing runners. Not long after that, I looked back over to the last overpass we had crossed, not quite a mile behind us, and I could see the dreaded balloon ladies. I didn't want to see them AT ALL, but I knew once I started walking, I probably would. I knew we would enter Hollywood Studios around mile 9, and we had to be getting close.
As I turned the corner to go into the back lot of Hollywood Studios, the balloon ladies and a pack of people terrified of being passed by them, barreled past Barney and I. I said a few not so ladylike words and loudly exclaimed that I didn't want to see them that night. One of the ladies yelled back that she didn't want to see me either. I didn't think that was mean (I've heard a lot of complaints about the balloon ladies being mean, but they weren't, they were just trying to encourage folks). Barney had to make a bathroom stop again just inside the studios. I waited for him, not so patiently, as it had become very evident that we were one of the last people on the course. Not long after that I saw the first bike medic guy, and he was encouraging me to keep going.
We continued to hold hands and make our way through Hollywood Studios. I had to keep pushing because I wanted to see the Osborne Christmas Lights! We rounded a corner at one point, and I could see Buzz and Woody standing there. Woody was standing in the road waving at me, and I said, "I'm stopping for a picture!" I asked if it was too late for a picture, and the photographer said, "absolutely not! It's never too late". After taking the picture the Disney Cast Member told us if we wanted to finish, we needed to catch the balloon ladies, and they were 5 minutes ahead of us. I tried doing a few running intervals again, but my body wouldn't let me. Rounded another corner and we could see a HUGE group of runners at the end of the race. Barney asked me if I wanted to joint them. Ethically, I knew I couldn't do that, and I wouldn't want to finish my first half by cheating, but I was so tired, and cold, and wet, that I would probably have considered it had there not been a course monitor standing there. Instead, we turned where we were supposed to and kept on keeping on. We went through the disco tunnel with windows into the costuming area...
As I approached mile 10, I saw a fan sitting there, running, with the lights and windshield wipers on. I commented to the bike medic that I was sure they were going to make me get on that van. he said, "I don't see a cop in the road. Keep walking and ignore that van!" I did. Barney and I just kept plugging along. The next thing I knew, I turned a corner and we were in the middle of the Osborne lights. I almost cried. There was a group of cheerleaders there taking a picture in the middle of the road. They cleared the road for us, then cheered us on. I was very aware of all of the volunteers, and had been thanking them since early on in the race, but when you are the very last, the slowest person out there, and they are still cheering you on and keeping water stops open for you, and cheering as if you are first, it means SOOOO much. I kept thanking them, but no word in the English Language is appropriately weighed to thank those volunteers for what they did for me and my spirits. They were AMAZING. I was putting my water cups in trash bags, rather than throwing them down. I needed to be respectful of them and their time. They were just as cold and wet as I was, if not more, because I had been running/walking and sweating for hours, they were standing still and getting rained on.
I was dreading every mile marker at this point because I knew I was behind. While I had never hoped to be the last finisher for a Disney Race, getting a private confetti party, I would prefer that to the bus ride to the finish line. I had told Barney about the finish line for the last finisher, and we were plodding along. At one point we passed a girl who couldn't even stand up straight and walk. She was leaned over to the side. Barney looked at me and said, "We're cheering her on to the finish, right?" I said, "Yep". She assured us she couldn't make it, and told the bike medic she was done. She couldn't finish. Barney and I kept going. We past the Incredibles. I was terrified of mile 11, and the next possibility of being swept. We didn't get there. The fact was, on the walkway to the parking lot outside of Hollywood Studios, one of the medics stopped and said, "I'm sorry, we're falling too far behind, I need you to get on the golf cart."
I sat down on that cart and cried. I was absolutely so sad and horrified. I couldn't believe that yet again I wasn't going to finish. I felt a little better when I looked up the numbers for the race. Before starting, the announcer had said that there were over 14,300 people registered for the race. I'm certain a fair number didn't start due to either the rain, or injuries or whatever. As of the last time I had checked, there was a total of 11,941 finishers.
5k in 47:27, average pace of 15:27, projected finish time of 3:20:12 if I had maintained that pace
10k in 1:43:14, average pace of 16:37, projected finish time of 3:37:47 if I had maintained that pace
15k in 2:52:12, average pace of 18:29, projected finish time of 4:02:11 if I had maintained that pace
Definitely not breaking any land-speed records, but Barney and I were 2 of the last 3 people swept from the course at mile 11. Almost 2400 people didn't finish for one reason or another, and we were 2 of the last 3 pulled. It sucked being pulled, but I am proud of what we accomplished. We made it 11 miles in some of the most horrendous conditions possible.
The good news is, even with running out of my shoe, being drenched with rain, sitting in water at mile 7, I didn't have any chafing or blisters at all. I was sore for a day or 2, but not horribly so.
I went to the doctor this week about my Morton's Neuroma in my left foot. He gave me a cortisone shot to help the inflammation in the nerve and to hopefully keep the foot from going numb on future runs. He also said that he was incredibly surprised that with a previously broken navicular bone, that my doctor who treated that didn't immediately recommend custom orthotics for my shoes. Apparently, the Navicular bone is the attachment point for a tendon, and every step tugs on that bone. The bone needs a great deal of support to not be as painful. He said that I will likely have discomfort in that area of my foot forever, when I run/exercise, but the orthotics should minimize that pain and make it far more bearable. So, I was cast for orthotics and they should be in within the next 3-4 weeks. Training is continuing.
I am starting a new job on Monday, and will be staying after school on Tuesdays to run sprints and do speedwork. I'm dedicating Tuesdays to Speedwork, Thursdays I'll run 45 minutes to an hour. Saturdays will be long runs. First one is tonight, 3 miles as training for Glass Slipper Challenge. Having more definitive answers for what is causing my pain makes me feel so much better.
Till next time....
Krista
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Self Reflection
You know, I think some things in our lives almost demand that we take a look at our lives, our surroundings, our situations, and evaluate where we are. I've been doing this a lot over the last year or so, and this morning I had a HUGE revelation, one that I have needed for a VERY long time....but I'll get back to that in a just a bit.
One of the things I have come to realize over time, is that the only thing I can control is myself, my reactions to situations, and my behaviors. There is no amount of wishing and wanting things to be different that will make it happen. I can't change how people treat me, no matter how badly I may want to. I know that there are some people in my life that are toxic, at best. our personalities don't click, we have different perspectives, etc. While I know this about these people, I don't need to be aggressive or abusive with these people, I simply need to give them their space, and refuse to invest my emotions in their actions or responses to situations.
So, my huge revelation....
I have long said that I have low self-esteem, and the reality is, I do, especially when it comes to my physical appearance, however, I don't lack confidence in who I am as a person, or my intellectual abilities. I have no question about my integrity as a person, or my professionalism. I have figured out that there are some people that are very intimidated by my quiet confidence. I don't go around bragging about my abilities at all, but I also won't allow someone to disrespect or bully me at any time. This has been a concern in my current job, and one of the things that led me to resign. There is a woman in my office that is a horrible bully, and she has been given permission to behave this way by the lack of response by the management when she does it. I am by no means the first or only person to face her wrath, but I think I may well be the only person to "dismiss" her and walk away and refuse to engage her further.
What I find the most interesting about the behavior of people like this is that it is very similar to the "big talkers" we all knew in high school. You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones that we all knew the more they talked about their sexual escapades, the more made-up they were. This lady reminds me of those people. She feels the need to tell everyone how passionate, intelligent and confident she is, but her behavior seems to display the polar opposite. Her behavior seems to indicate that she is horribly insecure, and feels the need to bully, verbally abuse and scream at people because she is afraid that they may be right about something, or may offer a point of view that she disagrees with. In order to avoid the possibility of having to admit a flaw in her thinking, she just continues to scream and yell at people until they shut-up and go away.
So going forward, I will just be embracing the philosophy of "not my circus, not my monkeys" as it pertains to other people and their drama. I can only control myself and my own reactions to situations, and that is all I will spend my energy concerning myself with. The reality is, the majority of the people that fall into the "toxic" category I'm speaking of, don't give 2 craps about my opinion, how they make me feel, or any other thing, so why should I waste my energy on them?
Until next time....
Krista
One of the things I have come to realize over time, is that the only thing I can control is myself, my reactions to situations, and my behaviors. There is no amount of wishing and wanting things to be different that will make it happen. I can't change how people treat me, no matter how badly I may want to. I know that there are some people in my life that are toxic, at best. our personalities don't click, we have different perspectives, etc. While I know this about these people, I don't need to be aggressive or abusive with these people, I simply need to give them their space, and refuse to invest my emotions in their actions or responses to situations.
So, my huge revelation....
I have long said that I have low self-esteem, and the reality is, I do, especially when it comes to my physical appearance, however, I don't lack confidence in who I am as a person, or my intellectual abilities. I have no question about my integrity as a person, or my professionalism. I have figured out that there are some people that are very intimidated by my quiet confidence. I don't go around bragging about my abilities at all, but I also won't allow someone to disrespect or bully me at any time. This has been a concern in my current job, and one of the things that led me to resign. There is a woman in my office that is a horrible bully, and she has been given permission to behave this way by the lack of response by the management when she does it. I am by no means the first or only person to face her wrath, but I think I may well be the only person to "dismiss" her and walk away and refuse to engage her further.
What I find the most interesting about the behavior of people like this is that it is very similar to the "big talkers" we all knew in high school. You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones that we all knew the more they talked about their sexual escapades, the more made-up they were. This lady reminds me of those people. She feels the need to tell everyone how passionate, intelligent and confident she is, but her behavior seems to display the polar opposite. Her behavior seems to indicate that she is horribly insecure, and feels the need to bully, verbally abuse and scream at people because she is afraid that they may be right about something, or may offer a point of view that she disagrees with. In order to avoid the possibility of having to admit a flaw in her thinking, she just continues to scream and yell at people until they shut-up and go away.
So going forward, I will just be embracing the philosophy of "not my circus, not my monkeys" as it pertains to other people and their drama. I can only control myself and my own reactions to situations, and that is all I will spend my energy concerning myself with. The reality is, the majority of the people that fall into the "toxic" category I'm speaking of, don't give 2 craps about my opinion, how they make me feel, or any other thing, so why should I waste my energy on them?
Until next time....
Krista
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness
I'm taking some time today, out of my normal topics to post something that is VERY important to me, and many others who I call my nearest friends.
October 15 is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness, and if you know me, you know that in 2007, at just 18 weeks pregnant, I went through the most horrific experience of my life. I was in labor for 24 hours to deliver my precious Henry James who I knew was gone. There are no words that can accurately describe the pain and devastation of such a life-changing event.
I wrote about that experience here. I found many things that offered Solace and comfort in the coming days, including this poem:
Since heaven has become your home
I sometimes feel that I'm alone;
And though we now are far apart
You hold a big piece of my heart
I never knew how much I'd grieve
When it was time for you to leave
Or just how much my heart would ache
From that one fragment you would take
God let this tiny hole remain,
Reminding me we'd meet again
And one day all the pain will cease
When He restores this missing piece
For Jesus heals each tiny part
That holds your memory in my heart
Which inspired my tattoo in Henry's memory.
I found out in the aftermath of our loss that there were numerous women in my life that had experienced a similar loss, and it was so sad to me that so many women are dealing with or have dealt with this, and we just never talk about it. If you know someone who has dealt with the loss of a child, at any stage of pregnancy, or after birth, please lift them up today and their child.
We are forced, as mothers of angel babies to move on through life, almost as if our child never existed because it makes people uncomfortable for us to talk about them. Our babies are just as real as the ones you hug on their way off to school in the morning, they just didn't get to stay on this Earth as long as other babies.
I was blessed enough to find a group of women, all of whom had also been due for May, 2008 babies, and lost them at varying times in their pregnancies. These women are now a group of women that I talk to about parenting issues. We have been "together" as a support group for each other for the last 7 years, and I love each of them dearly. These women helped me through the most difficult time in my life.
I will be lifting in prayer every family I know, and those that I don't, that have faced this horrible loss. I never forget about my Henry James, I just remember him quietly to myself. We do celebrate his birthday every year, at the same time we celebrate my husband's (he was delivered on Barney's Birthday). Tonight, I will light a candle in remembrance of our son, and all the others who left this Earth far too soon!
Krista
October 15 is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness, and if you know me, you know that in 2007, at just 18 weeks pregnant, I went through the most horrific experience of my life. I was in labor for 24 hours to deliver my precious Henry James who I knew was gone. There are no words that can accurately describe the pain and devastation of such a life-changing event.
I wrote about that experience here. I found many things that offered Solace and comfort in the coming days, including this poem:
Since heaven has become your home
I sometimes feel that I'm alone;
And though we now are far apart
You hold a big piece of my heart
I never knew how much I'd grieve
When it was time for you to leave
Or just how much my heart would ache
From that one fragment you would take
God let this tiny hole remain,
Reminding me we'd meet again
And one day all the pain will cease
When He restores this missing piece
For Jesus heals each tiny part
That holds your memory in my heart
Which inspired my tattoo in Henry's memory.
I found out in the aftermath of our loss that there were numerous women in my life that had experienced a similar loss, and it was so sad to me that so many women are dealing with or have dealt with this, and we just never talk about it. If you know someone who has dealt with the loss of a child, at any stage of pregnancy, or after birth, please lift them up today and their child.
We are forced, as mothers of angel babies to move on through life, almost as if our child never existed because it makes people uncomfortable for us to talk about them. Our babies are just as real as the ones you hug on their way off to school in the morning, they just didn't get to stay on this Earth as long as other babies.
I was blessed enough to find a group of women, all of whom had also been due for May, 2008 babies, and lost them at varying times in their pregnancies. These women are now a group of women that I talk to about parenting issues. We have been "together" as a support group for each other for the last 7 years, and I love each of them dearly. These women helped me through the most difficult time in my life.
I will be lifting in prayer every family I know, and those that I don't, that have faced this horrible loss. I never forget about my Henry James, I just remember him quietly to myself. We do celebrate his birthday every year, at the same time we celebrate my husband's (he was delivered on Barney's Birthday). Tonight, I will light a candle in remembrance of our son, and all the others who left this Earth far too soon!
Krista
Sunday, October 12, 2014
One Year Surgi-versary...plus a few weeks
A little over a year ago (August, 2013) I made the decision to pursue weight loss surgery. I originally began the process looking into lap band because it was reversible and the least invasive. I knew all along that I actually qualified for Gastric Bypass, and that most doctors would recommend that procedure due to how overweight I was. Then, in my research between scheduling the appointment and actually going, I found that there were a LOT of complications with the Lap Band. The stomach swelling closed, slipping, causing issues where they end up having to be removed, or revised to the Gastric Sleeve or Bypass.
By the time I got to my initial consultation, I had decided that Lap Band was NOT a good option for me, but I was terrified of the Bypass. I went in and talked to my surgeon, Dr. Jon Michael Bruce, and we came to the agreement that Gastric Sleeve would be as effective, though a bit slower, in helping me get to my goal weight and see the changes I wanted to see in my health.
I then found out that my insurance company was going to be changing the pre-authorization requirements effective September 1, 2013, and an additional 6 months would be required, so we decided to see if everything could be done and submitted for approval by August 30, under the current requirements. We completed everything in time, got it submitted, and on September 2nd (I think) I got the call that my surgery had been approved by the insurance company.
I have to say that while I knew this was the best option for me, I didn't have overwhelming support from everyone in my life. My husband was nervous, and my kids were super excited about all the things I would be able to do with them once I lost the weight and got healthy. My Nana cried and said that while she was scared, she wanted me to be healthy, and if I really felt like this was my best option, she would support me in whatever decision I made. Some of my friends and family members were not nearly as supportive and enthusiastic. I have had my fair share of people tell me that I cheated, that I took the easy way out, etc. All those things considered, I chose to move forward and take control of my life and my future.
On September 16, I started a pre-op diet at 265.8 (my highest weight I ever saw on a scale was 270). After 2 weeks on the pre-op liver-shrinking diet, I was wheeled into the OR weighing 255.8. last Friday at my 1 year post-op visit, I weighed 171. I am VERY close to losing 100#.
I have a few things coming up that I need to get ready for, and some serious goals for physical endurance coming up.
First thing is the Wine and Dine half marathon at Walt Disney World on November 8th, 2014. Then, I start working out and training. My long-term goal is to finish the Raleigh Half Ironman, 2016. That means I have to start training now for the 1.2 mile open water swim, 56 mile bike ride and 13.1 mile run. I've reached out to a swim coach at my gym, and will be working with her to get better hopefully. I also have a new road bike, which is awesomely amazing and fun to ride. I have a lot of work to do with cardio endurance, and physical endurance to build toward this goal.
In the meantime, 2015 will be my year of redemption. I am hoping to complete the 4 races that I have DNF'd in the past. That means that I will be doing:
Princess Weekend, Glass Slipper Challenge on February 21-22, 2015
Diva Half Marathon North Myrtle Beach, April 12, 2015
Rock 'N Roll Chicago Half Marathon, July 19, 2015
Battleship Half Marathon, November (1st or 8th) 2015
In January of 2016, I'll be completing the Goofy Race and a Half Challenge (half marathon on Saturday, Full marathon on Sunday).
In June of 2016 I will be doing the Raleigh Half Ironman
The training for all of this is starting now. I still have an additional 20-36 pounds to lose. I want to end up anywhere between 135 and 150.
I've shifted my goals now to being related to my physical fitness and not a number on the scale. If I never lose another pound, but I am able to build my endurance and fitness to be a marathon runner, a triathlete, and do whatever my kids want me to do with them, I will consider myself a huge success.
I want to thank everyone who has checked on me, supported me, sent me loving messages, cheered me on, etc. You are all such amazing people, and I couldn't do this without you. I know that some of you will be there to cheer me on at races, or virtually, and that all means the world to me. Thank you for your continued support...I'll post again once I finish the Wine and Dine Half Marathon next month!!!
Krista
By the time I got to my initial consultation, I had decided that Lap Band was NOT a good option for me, but I was terrified of the Bypass. I went in and talked to my surgeon, Dr. Jon Michael Bruce, and we came to the agreement that Gastric Sleeve would be as effective, though a bit slower, in helping me get to my goal weight and see the changes I wanted to see in my health.
I then found out that my insurance company was going to be changing the pre-authorization requirements effective September 1, 2013, and an additional 6 months would be required, so we decided to see if everything could be done and submitted for approval by August 30, under the current requirements. We completed everything in time, got it submitted, and on September 2nd (I think) I got the call that my surgery had been approved by the insurance company.
I have to say that while I knew this was the best option for me, I didn't have overwhelming support from everyone in my life. My husband was nervous, and my kids were super excited about all the things I would be able to do with them once I lost the weight and got healthy. My Nana cried and said that while she was scared, she wanted me to be healthy, and if I really felt like this was my best option, she would support me in whatever decision I made. Some of my friends and family members were not nearly as supportive and enthusiastic. I have had my fair share of people tell me that I cheated, that I took the easy way out, etc. All those things considered, I chose to move forward and take control of my life and my future.
On September 16, I started a pre-op diet at 265.8 (my highest weight I ever saw on a scale was 270). After 2 weeks on the pre-op liver-shrinking diet, I was wheeled into the OR weighing 255.8. last Friday at my 1 year post-op visit, I weighed 171. I am VERY close to losing 100#.
I have a few things coming up that I need to get ready for, and some serious goals for physical endurance coming up.
First thing is the Wine and Dine half marathon at Walt Disney World on November 8th, 2014. Then, I start working out and training. My long-term goal is to finish the Raleigh Half Ironman, 2016. That means I have to start training now for the 1.2 mile open water swim, 56 mile bike ride and 13.1 mile run. I've reached out to a swim coach at my gym, and will be working with her to get better hopefully. I also have a new road bike, which is awesomely amazing and fun to ride. I have a lot of work to do with cardio endurance, and physical endurance to build toward this goal.
In the meantime, 2015 will be my year of redemption. I am hoping to complete the 4 races that I have DNF'd in the past. That means that I will be doing:
Princess Weekend, Glass Slipper Challenge on February 21-22, 2015
Diva Half Marathon North Myrtle Beach, April 12, 2015
Rock 'N Roll Chicago Half Marathon, July 19, 2015
Battleship Half Marathon, November (1st or 8th) 2015
In January of 2016, I'll be completing the Goofy Race and a Half Challenge (half marathon on Saturday, Full marathon on Sunday).
In June of 2016 I will be doing the Raleigh Half Ironman
The training for all of this is starting now. I still have an additional 20-36 pounds to lose. I want to end up anywhere between 135 and 150.
I've shifted my goals now to being related to my physical fitness and not a number on the scale. If I never lose another pound, but I am able to build my endurance and fitness to be a marathon runner, a triathlete, and do whatever my kids want me to do with them, I will consider myself a huge success.
I want to thank everyone who has checked on me, supported me, sent me loving messages, cheered me on, etc. You are all such amazing people, and I couldn't do this without you. I know that some of you will be there to cheer me on at races, or virtually, and that all means the world to me. Thank you for your continued support...I'll post again once I finish the Wine and Dine Half Marathon next month!!!
Krista
Sunday, October 5, 2014
I am a Triathlete!
Wow, what an AMAZING year it has been!
On September 30, 2013 I underwent Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy. I did so without the full support of my family, because they were very concerned about the long-term impact of the surgery, and obviously, afraid of possible complications.
Just over a year out, I no longer recognize myself physically, OR mentally! I love my new body, I am super proud of how I have handled the judgement and disapproval that I get every now and then. I am proud of where I am physically.
My sister has been doing triathlons for some time now and has tried for quite a while to get me to throw my hat in the Triathlon ring. I have absolutely refused before this year. I volunteered at the Ramblin' Rose Triathlon in Raleigh, and I saw what a supportive environment it was, and I saw every body type imaginable out there. I then knew, that it would genuinely be OK if I did the Ramblin' Rose. It is an all women Triathlon, so that made it a bit more comfortable too.
Now, to put this all in a bit more perspective, I did an indoor triathlon last December at my gym. It was brutal for me. It was a last minute decision and I had told the organizer that I was only 3 months out of weight loss surgery, I was still VERY obese, and hadn't trained, so I knew it would be tough. The resulting times are below
200 meter swim time: 12:33
15k (9 mile) bike time: 39:20
2 mile run time: 35:58
I want to think my total time, including transitions was like 1:27 something.
So today, I showed up in Chapel Hill around 6:15 to get my transition area ready and be prepared to do my first official USAT triathlon. I knew this would likely be a lot harder than my indoor triathlon for a few reasons:
1--The swim was 50 meters longer than the indoor swim (and I SUCKED at the swim)
2--I rode a spin bike at what was "easy" tension for me
3--I was on a treadmill
4--indoors means no wind, no hills, no cold temps
5--I really haven't trained since doing the one in December
So, I got my transition area set up, and went to get marked. Now, I expected to be embarrassed for any number of reasons, including the fact that I was swimming in bike shorts and a sports bra, what I didn't expect was that when I went to get my body marked, my loose skin would create such a big problem. You see, when your skin is loose, and someone tries to use a marker to write on you, the skin goes WITH the marker....yeah, humiliation with the fact that I had to hold my skin taut to be able be marked was a bit much to realize.
Anyway, I had on my shorts and sports bra, and my dad's Carolina Hurricanes fleece and my crocheted hat to keep me as warm as possible. All that considered, by the time race time actually got there, my toes were complete numb due to the cold. At Ramblin' Rose they ask you to rate your swim ability, and I put myself at a 2 (1's are the weakest swimmers). My goal was NOT to slow down everyone behind me and cause a bottleneck in the pool. This had happened earlier with a swimmer who identified herself as a 5, but clearly wasn't, and had the lanes so backed up that there were women walking and talking in the pool. Sadly, everyone cheered when this woman got out of the pool, and I DID NOT want to be that girl. I wasn't certain I would be able to freestyle, because I didn't want to swallow half the pool again like I did last December. I did freestyle for the first 125 meters, then switched to a a plan of breast stroke for 25, back stroke for 25.
My swim time was 9:33
A full 3 minutes better than the 200 meters in December. This means that I shaved off 3 minutes, AND, the swim was 50 meters longer, so the difference would have been MUCH bigger at just 200 meters.
Now, all that warming up I did waiting to get into the pool with and in the nice warm water, so my feet thawed out, yeah, that didn't last long. I got out of the pool, walked about 15 feet and headed back outside, into the 50-55 degree weather, soaking wet, dripping and barefoot running across the parking lot. I did get to see my husband on the way into transition and he high-fived me so I got into transition and had to get ready for the bike ride. Let's just say that Transition is almost disorienting. I couldn't decide what to do first, so I just decided to sit down, dry my feet, put on my socks and shoes, then dry off what I could, put on my tank top, my Nathan Hydration Vest, my bike helmet, and hit the road. I had brought a jacket to wear over everything, but am so very glad I didn't put it on.
Transition Time: 3:54
Hit the bike, and was immediately in the wrong gear. Very first hill and I had to get off the bike and finish walking it up the hill. There was a short downhill, too short to get my gears sorted out, and so I had to use the curb to get up the next very small hill. I did see a girl down after my 2nd turn, I don't know if she wrecked or what, but the ambulance got there right after I went by, and there were already multiple participants and volunteers with her. I kept cruising along and doing my best. At one point on the ride I heard an old riding buddy, Tomas, telling me to get into a comfortable cadence and to use the gear to make it possible to maintain that cadence. I finally got it all figured out and started to do it right around mile 6. the last mile and a half or so was a long slow grade, and I got about 2/3 of the way up, and had to dismount and walk it the rest of the way up. My legs were like Jello, but I made it. Got to the top of the hill, got back on the bike, and decided I WOULD not dismount again until I had to at the end of the bike ride. I had are really tough hill right before dismount, but it was short, and there were 2 volunteers at the top of the hill SCREAMING at/for me, so I couldn't let myself get off the bike. I made it and it was gravy from there. I got to the transition, dismounted, and got into the transition area.
Bike Time: 54:55
Yes, that is 15:30 slower than I did on the spin bike in December, but those hills were pretty brutal.
Back into Transition, Hung my bike up, took off my helmet, grabbed my visor and headed out again, Transition time 1:30
This was the only part that annoyed me a bit. Yes, I know I'm slower than crap and a back-of-the-packer, but it would seem that the other athletes, even those already finished would have enough respect to stay out of the way of the folks still on the course. Unfortunately, that's just not the case. There were a couple of small groups of women just sauntering through the transition area, with their bikes, having already finished, and I had to weave between them to get out of transition. I know that for the early finishers, they just want to go get warm, but even us slow folks want to have uninterrupted access to the course. We pay the same registration fee, and we would LOVE the same respect that you got.....
Ok, so enough of that...out of transition and onto the run. There was a little path that cut through from the parking lot to the running path, which going from sunny, to shady, and immediately out of transition with jelly legs, meant that I almost bit the dust and fell into the bushes, rather ungracefully. Thankfully, I pulled it together and got out onto the running path. I really couldn't run a lot, because my feet didn't like to pick up and put down like they should, and a few times, I caught my toe and almost went down. I resigned myself to walking the majority of the 2 miles, and did a few intervals here and there. There was a bit of an uphill right before the turn to the finish line, so I walked it up that hill with the plan of finishing strong, and jogging across the line.
My plan worked, and I jogged across the finish line pretty strong. Total time was 1:43:22. I added about 15-20 minutes, depending on the actual time including transitions, but the hills made that necessary. I really enjoyed the race, and I WILL do it again...probably sooner rather than later. Can't wait for the next one.
Krista
On September 30, 2013 I underwent Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy. I did so without the full support of my family, because they were very concerned about the long-term impact of the surgery, and obviously, afraid of possible complications.
Just over a year out, I no longer recognize myself physically, OR mentally! I love my new body, I am super proud of how I have handled the judgement and disapproval that I get every now and then. I am proud of where I am physically.
My sister has been doing triathlons for some time now and has tried for quite a while to get me to throw my hat in the Triathlon ring. I have absolutely refused before this year. I volunteered at the Ramblin' Rose Triathlon in Raleigh, and I saw what a supportive environment it was, and I saw every body type imaginable out there. I then knew, that it would genuinely be OK if I did the Ramblin' Rose. It is an all women Triathlon, so that made it a bit more comfortable too.
Now, to put this all in a bit more perspective, I did an indoor triathlon last December at my gym. It was brutal for me. It was a last minute decision and I had told the organizer that I was only 3 months out of weight loss surgery, I was still VERY obese, and hadn't trained, so I knew it would be tough. The resulting times are below
200 meter swim time: 12:33
15k (9 mile) bike time: 39:20
2 mile run time: 35:58
I want to think my total time, including transitions was like 1:27 something.
So today, I showed up in Chapel Hill around 6:15 to get my transition area ready and be prepared to do my first official USAT triathlon. I knew this would likely be a lot harder than my indoor triathlon for a few reasons:
1--The swim was 50 meters longer than the indoor swim (and I SUCKED at the swim)
2--I rode a spin bike at what was "easy" tension for me
3--I was on a treadmill
4--indoors means no wind, no hills, no cold temps
5--I really haven't trained since doing the one in December
So, I got my transition area set up, and went to get marked. Now, I expected to be embarrassed for any number of reasons, including the fact that I was swimming in bike shorts and a sports bra, what I didn't expect was that when I went to get my body marked, my loose skin would create such a big problem. You see, when your skin is loose, and someone tries to use a marker to write on you, the skin goes WITH the marker....yeah, humiliation with the fact that I had to hold my skin taut to be able be marked was a bit much to realize.
Anyway, I had on my shorts and sports bra, and my dad's Carolina Hurricanes fleece and my crocheted hat to keep me as warm as possible. All that considered, by the time race time actually got there, my toes were complete numb due to the cold. At Ramblin' Rose they ask you to rate your swim ability, and I put myself at a 2 (1's are the weakest swimmers). My goal was NOT to slow down everyone behind me and cause a bottleneck in the pool. This had happened earlier with a swimmer who identified herself as a 5, but clearly wasn't, and had the lanes so backed up that there were women walking and talking in the pool. Sadly, everyone cheered when this woman got out of the pool, and I DID NOT want to be that girl. I wasn't certain I would be able to freestyle, because I didn't want to swallow half the pool again like I did last December. I did freestyle for the first 125 meters, then switched to a a plan of breast stroke for 25, back stroke for 25.
My swim time was 9:33
A full 3 minutes better than the 200 meters in December. This means that I shaved off 3 minutes, AND, the swim was 50 meters longer, so the difference would have been MUCH bigger at just 200 meters.
Now, all that warming up I did waiting to get into the pool with and in the nice warm water, so my feet thawed out, yeah, that didn't last long. I got out of the pool, walked about 15 feet and headed back outside, into the 50-55 degree weather, soaking wet, dripping and barefoot running across the parking lot. I did get to see my husband on the way into transition and he high-fived me so I got into transition and had to get ready for the bike ride. Let's just say that Transition is almost disorienting. I couldn't decide what to do first, so I just decided to sit down, dry my feet, put on my socks and shoes, then dry off what I could, put on my tank top, my Nathan Hydration Vest, my bike helmet, and hit the road. I had brought a jacket to wear over everything, but am so very glad I didn't put it on.
Transition Time: 3:54
Hit the bike, and was immediately in the wrong gear. Very first hill and I had to get off the bike and finish walking it up the hill. There was a short downhill, too short to get my gears sorted out, and so I had to use the curb to get up the next very small hill. I did see a girl down after my 2nd turn, I don't know if she wrecked or what, but the ambulance got there right after I went by, and there were already multiple participants and volunteers with her. I kept cruising along and doing my best. At one point on the ride I heard an old riding buddy, Tomas, telling me to get into a comfortable cadence and to use the gear to make it possible to maintain that cadence. I finally got it all figured out and started to do it right around mile 6. the last mile and a half or so was a long slow grade, and I got about 2/3 of the way up, and had to dismount and walk it the rest of the way up. My legs were like Jello, but I made it. Got to the top of the hill, got back on the bike, and decided I WOULD not dismount again until I had to at the end of the bike ride. I had are really tough hill right before dismount, but it was short, and there were 2 volunteers at the top of the hill SCREAMING at/for me, so I couldn't let myself get off the bike. I made it and it was gravy from there. I got to the transition, dismounted, and got into the transition area.
Bike Time: 54:55
Yes, that is 15:30 slower than I did on the spin bike in December, but those hills were pretty brutal.
Back into Transition, Hung my bike up, took off my helmet, grabbed my visor and headed out again, Transition time 1:30
This was the only part that annoyed me a bit. Yes, I know I'm slower than crap and a back-of-the-packer, but it would seem that the other athletes, even those already finished would have enough respect to stay out of the way of the folks still on the course. Unfortunately, that's just not the case. There were a couple of small groups of women just sauntering through the transition area, with their bikes, having already finished, and I had to weave between them to get out of transition. I know that for the early finishers, they just want to go get warm, but even us slow folks want to have uninterrupted access to the course. We pay the same registration fee, and we would LOVE the same respect that you got.....
Ok, so enough of that...out of transition and onto the run. There was a little path that cut through from the parking lot to the running path, which going from sunny, to shady, and immediately out of transition with jelly legs, meant that I almost bit the dust and fell into the bushes, rather ungracefully. Thankfully, I pulled it together and got out onto the running path. I really couldn't run a lot, because my feet didn't like to pick up and put down like they should, and a few times, I caught my toe and almost went down. I resigned myself to walking the majority of the 2 miles, and did a few intervals here and there. There was a bit of an uphill right before the turn to the finish line, so I walked it up that hill with the plan of finishing strong, and jogging across the line.
My plan worked, and I jogged across the finish line pretty strong. Total time was 1:43:22. I added about 15-20 minutes, depending on the actual time including transitions, but the hills made that necessary. I really enjoyed the race, and I WILL do it again...probably sooner rather than later. Can't wait for the next one.
Krista
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
We meet again....
Well, Hello, CrossFit, we met again....
So I have been missing the physical strain, accomplishment, and quite frankly, the ass-kicking that I get from CrossFit workouts. I miss the sense of accomplishment when I get something new done, or I out-perform my last attempt at a workout or specific skill. I haven't regularly attended CrossFit workouts since February 2013. That, my friends is 18 months outside of the box.
In that 18 months, I have changed....A LOT! I have lost 90 pounds. I have regained mobility to an extent I didn't realize, but I have also lost a lot of strength I had when I was consistently CrossFitting 3x/week.
I have come a long way in the last 12 months (my 1 year surgery-anniversary for Weight Loss Surgery is September 30), but I still have a LONG way to go. I have quite a lot of skin that I need to take care of and see if I can't get it to tighten up through more conservative means, like working out, eating right, exercising consistency, etc.
So, a few weeks ago, I saw an ad for a local CrossFit Box that I have heard amazing things about doing free "CrossFit Lite" classes. Primarily body-weight types of exercises, things to get you moving, but not scare the ever-living shit out of newbies like CrossFit has a tendency to do....so I thought, "hmmm, haven't done CrossFit in 18 months, I've lost a lot of skills, but gained a lot of mobility, and it's free....why not check it out?" And I did...and immediately, the CrossFit Fire or "kool-aid" was right back to where I was 18 months ago. Feeling my body move through full ranges of motion, feeling sore the next day, knowing I had pushed my body beyond a limit previously unsurpassed....it felt good....REALLY GOOD!!!
So after a few CrossFit Lite Classes, and realizing that I still want to lift, and lift heavy. I want to push myself. I want to be strong. I want to have some muscles, and maybe a bit of definition to show what my body can do, I signed up to re-do foundations. It's been since the Summer of 2012 that I started Cross Fit the first time, and I only did 1 night of Foundations, and learned everything else on the fly.
I've learned a lot more about the mechanics of everything, and know that my body still has a long way to go in the way of flexibility and full range of motion. Being morbidly obese for nearly 20 years takes a toll on your joints, and your body in general, but I'm getting there.
Tonight we went over Snatches and Cleans. I the past, with Cleans, I didn't have the ability to get my elbows far enough forward to "rack" the bar on my shoulders, instead it tended to rest either on my boobs, or my throat. I didn't have the wrist flexibility to do it right, so even 1 clean would lead to wrist pain for me.
Tonight, I just used the 33# bar to do cleans, but I finally got the physiology of the movement, and how to throw my elbows forward to get under the bar. It felt awesome the first time I felt the bar hit my shoulders. (I liked it so much, that I'm fairly certain I'm going to have bruises on my shoulders tomorrow.)
Then it was time for the brief WOD at the end of class. Now, for a girl who started out lifting 15# for dead lifts, and having to put her hands on a weight bench and walking her feet out and back in for burpees, I'm fairly sure most people would quickly relate to my disdain for said exercise. Tonight's WOD didn't sound all that bad initially....4 rounds for time, 10 sit-ups, 10 burpees and 20 lunges (10 each leg) with a 12 minute cap.
I have always been able to bust out sit-ups, no problem. I have actually joked for a couple of years that I suspected I may have a 6-pack underneath all the fat on my tummy. But then it was time for burpees. I can throw myself on the ground no problem---its the getting up that is neither fun, nor comfortable, nor graceful. but I can do it, real burpees, save for the jumping my feet back in. Then lunges. This is where the lack of strength and flexibility in my legs becomes and issue, because I truly can't lunge to full-depth yet and touch my knee to the floor. It feels like I'm centimeters away from doing so, but it's probably more like a foot or so. I don't know, but I'm doing it, that's all that matters, right??
I have a long way to go still. I still need to lose another 40-45 pounds, I still need to re-build my strength. I still need to lose this extra skin, I still need to re-gain some flexibility in my hips and knees. This battle isn't over, and in all honesty, it probably never will be. Once I reach my goals, if I don't keep working hard, I'll never maintain what I've worked so hard to earn. I am not fighting this battle to turn around and watch it all slip away as the number on the scale creeps back up and I continue to lose my flexibility again. I have a life I want to live, and it includes being fit, healthy, and calling myself a CrossFit athlete.
Krista
So I have been missing the physical strain, accomplishment, and quite frankly, the ass-kicking that I get from CrossFit workouts. I miss the sense of accomplishment when I get something new done, or I out-perform my last attempt at a workout or specific skill. I haven't regularly attended CrossFit workouts since February 2013. That, my friends is 18 months outside of the box.
In that 18 months, I have changed....A LOT! I have lost 90 pounds. I have regained mobility to an extent I didn't realize, but I have also lost a lot of strength I had when I was consistently CrossFitting 3x/week.
I have come a long way in the last 12 months (my 1 year surgery-anniversary for Weight Loss Surgery is September 30), but I still have a LONG way to go. I have quite a lot of skin that I need to take care of and see if I can't get it to tighten up through more conservative means, like working out, eating right, exercising consistency, etc.
So, a few weeks ago, I saw an ad for a local CrossFit Box that I have heard amazing things about doing free "CrossFit Lite" classes. Primarily body-weight types of exercises, things to get you moving, but not scare the ever-living shit out of newbies like CrossFit has a tendency to do....so I thought, "hmmm, haven't done CrossFit in 18 months, I've lost a lot of skills, but gained a lot of mobility, and it's free....why not check it out?" And I did...and immediately, the CrossFit Fire or "kool-aid" was right back to where I was 18 months ago. Feeling my body move through full ranges of motion, feeling sore the next day, knowing I had pushed my body beyond a limit previously unsurpassed....it felt good....REALLY GOOD!!!
So after a few CrossFit Lite Classes, and realizing that I still want to lift, and lift heavy. I want to push myself. I want to be strong. I want to have some muscles, and maybe a bit of definition to show what my body can do, I signed up to re-do foundations. It's been since the Summer of 2012 that I started Cross Fit the first time, and I only did 1 night of Foundations, and learned everything else on the fly.
I've learned a lot more about the mechanics of everything, and know that my body still has a long way to go in the way of flexibility and full range of motion. Being morbidly obese for nearly 20 years takes a toll on your joints, and your body in general, but I'm getting there.
Tonight we went over Snatches and Cleans. I the past, with Cleans, I didn't have the ability to get my elbows far enough forward to "rack" the bar on my shoulders, instead it tended to rest either on my boobs, or my throat. I didn't have the wrist flexibility to do it right, so even 1 clean would lead to wrist pain for me.
Tonight, I just used the 33# bar to do cleans, but I finally got the physiology of the movement, and how to throw my elbows forward to get under the bar. It felt awesome the first time I felt the bar hit my shoulders. (I liked it so much, that I'm fairly certain I'm going to have bruises on my shoulders tomorrow.)
Then it was time for the brief WOD at the end of class. Now, for a girl who started out lifting 15# for dead lifts, and having to put her hands on a weight bench and walking her feet out and back in for burpees, I'm fairly sure most people would quickly relate to my disdain for said exercise. Tonight's WOD didn't sound all that bad initially....4 rounds for time, 10 sit-ups, 10 burpees and 20 lunges (10 each leg) with a 12 minute cap.
I have always been able to bust out sit-ups, no problem. I have actually joked for a couple of years that I suspected I may have a 6-pack underneath all the fat on my tummy. But then it was time for burpees. I can throw myself on the ground no problem---its the getting up that is neither fun, nor comfortable, nor graceful. but I can do it, real burpees, save for the jumping my feet back in. Then lunges. This is where the lack of strength and flexibility in my legs becomes and issue, because I truly can't lunge to full-depth yet and touch my knee to the floor. It feels like I'm centimeters away from doing so, but it's probably more like a foot or so. I don't know, but I'm doing it, that's all that matters, right??
I have a long way to go still. I still need to lose another 40-45 pounds, I still need to re-build my strength. I still need to lose this extra skin, I still need to re-gain some flexibility in my hips and knees. This battle isn't over, and in all honesty, it probably never will be. Once I reach my goals, if I don't keep working hard, I'll never maintain what I've worked so hard to earn. I am not fighting this battle to turn around and watch it all slip away as the number on the scale creeps back up and I continue to lose my flexibility again. I have a life I want to live, and it includes being fit, healthy, and calling myself a CrossFit athlete.
Krista
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