Quick wrap up of week one of Marathon training. Temps have been in teens and low 20's so all of my miles were on the mill. (incline 1)
Monday. Easy 3 mi.
Tuesday. REST/Trainer ride
Wednesday. 5 mi. (2 @ pace)
Friday. 6 mi.
Sunday 8 mi.
TOTAL: 22 miles
My paces were slower than I would have liked but I am pretending that being in my warm cozy house is like running in 70 degree weather so that is why I am slow and sweating like a pig right? Thank goodness for yurbuds!! For reals!
I also started using the app LOSEIT this week. It is a low key FREE app that has helped me learn more about what I am eating without out going crazy. I am not looking for added stress. I was excited to see what I could do by increasing my activity and watching what I eat. I have been having fun doing my January Challenges from Run with Jess. She is like the energizer bunny. I don't know how she does it. I really stink at wall sits but I am working on it.
Unfortunatley, Monday I weighed in and lost a whopping .6 lbs. I was discouraged and felt old. My hubby had chemo on Monday and I was in pity party mode so I may have had a small "episode" of anger eating, but got it back in check quickly.
Definitely having to be flexible and will keep taking it one day at a time. I am starting week two and not sure how I will make it all happen. Grad school is in full swing and I am also coaching my son's AAU team...so tourney this weekend.
I have had several "movie moments" this week. I find myself just watching my children and husband. I am looking closely at their faces. I am listening to their voices. I can almost hear music in my head as I watch the moments unfold. It is beautiful and heart wrenching at the same time. Our youngest, Sweet J is having a very difficult time with my hubby's treatments and just broke into tears at dinner last night.
Lots of snuggling and slowing down to make time to sing, read and play together. Today I have found myself in a funk. I had to go get my hubby's prescriptions filled and as always I started crying. Poor, poor pharmacist. As soon as they see the drugs I can see their face sink and the sad eyes come out. It is then always a crossroad of share our journey or just grab the bag and go. Neither option usually turn out so well.
Those tears have led me to a night on the couch with a blanket. Praying for a good night sleep and hoping to wake up feeling God's peace and of course DOMINATING my hill workout.
Until next time...Keep On Keeping On!