Churros!

Well, we landed back in America yesterday and it was a sad day to leave the beautiful island of Cozumel...even if it was storming. We had tons of fun, we sea kayaked (and pushed the boundaries of how far one can go in a sea kayak...scary!!), snorkeled (God made such a beautiful world under the water, everyone should venture down there), deep sea fished (ok, so I hung on to the side of the boat trying to keep my lunch from coming up), walked around Cozumel (and indulged in grease-filled-sugar-coated dough known as Churros!--I'm not even sure it's spelled right), and I got to spend some time with some wonderful people.



I hit a bump in the road today. I got off of work and was immediately crabby that I didn't have a gym to go to and work out...I have one at my apartment complex, but it has 2 treadmills and an elliptical that is kind of painful. I was contemplating even working out (after all, I haven't worked out in over a week, what's one more day?), I felt like just feeling sorry for myself and curling up on the couch and sleeping. I didn't though. I got up and changed clothes and ran/walked for about 20 minutes or so, it felt sort of like starting back over, so don't judge!

I feel better. Still a little miserable about my financial situation, which was what got me going in the first place about the gym. But, God will provide for me, and he has thus far, so why should I doubt Him? I shouldn't doubt him and I don't.

Those of you who said were trying to comment on here, I just now realized I had a comment!, I'm not sure if you have to have a blog or not for you to be able to comment on mine or not? I'm doing good by adding pictures to this post, I'm amazed at myself ha!

Worn out

I slacked off yesterday, bad me. Today I made up for it though, I did yesterday's running and then today's cross-training. I'm actually quite proud of myself for pushing myself to do that, normally I would have thought 'oh, well no one will know', but I didn't. For the most part I'm sore. Not so sore that I can't squat down or to where I have a pimp-limp, but good sore. It just means that I am working out parts that haven't been worked out in what feels like decades.

In other news....I don't have too much news. I don't think people believe me when I tell them that I am a rather boring person. I don't mind it either. Kenny and I are going to Mexico next week with his sister and dad, that should be fun. I know I will probably end up looking Mexican since I'm already so tan and well the place we're staying at is by the beach. I love the sun, probably too much, is that possible? I am looking forward to the fall, like October, just because I love that time of the year. I know, I will bitch about it when the winter comes and I'll be so ready for the summer to be here, but I do like how the seasons change around here. I do not however enjoy the ridiculous amount of snow that we go this year. I live in the south. We shouldn't get that much snow. I had enough to last me for ten years. I know, if I lived any further north I probably would be so miserable in the winter. It can snow one time and I am pleased as punch, past that I'm sour about it. Although...I did enjoy scaring the crap out of the 2 kids last year who were scraping snow off of my car. I set my alarm off just as they were scraping snow off the hood...hahahaha they smoothed the snow back out onto the car. I felt like such an old cat lady cackling when they got scared.

I am feeling adventurous and want to cook. I can cook a handful of things; spaghetti, mac and cheese, cake...everything that is so healthy for you. But, I do want to branch out. I'd like to get a crock pot and cook (or do you crock something...????) soup or something in it. I have a cookbook that has recipes that are healthier for you, I just need to break it out and get the ingredients. Now, that I've worked out and I've been talking about food, I need to eat, I'm hungry.

From super lazy to....sore

I've decided that the only way for me to really get up and go, was to have a goal. So, on September 26, 2010 I will be *hopefully* running a 5k, I say hopefully just because I want to run the entire race. I've already received some support from this, my boyfriend is signing up right along with me and my mom was pretty excited for me. Now that I have people counting on me, maybe this will push me in the right direction. I wouldn't only let myself down, but others around me, and I think that will push me to do this.

Day 1 was yesterday. I did 25 minutes on the elliptical. I have to let it be known that if I were reading this about a year ago I'd be laughing at myself saying that I nearly died after just doing that small bit. I have become so out of shape it's not really funny. I will say that it was intervals, so that makes a difference, especially if the only exercise you're used to is going up and down a small step ladder at work or carrying in 31 pounds of cat litter into the apartment. I know I worked something out because I'm kind of sore. Small steps, small steps, small steps. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.

The way I'm doing this is with a chart from Fitness magazine. I find it funny that 3 of my 4 magazine subscriptions have to do with being fit. I'm far from fit I just like reading them...like it's working my brain out and that's enough for me. Anyway, Fitness magazine had 4 charts, Your First 5k, Your Fastest 5K, Your First 10K, and Your Fastest 10K. I decided to not over do it and chose just Your First 5K. I toyed with the idea in my mind for a few days, let it sit open on my bed and ate chips and continued to ponder on the idea. Then I was at work one day and got to really thinking. Kenny probed me with "what race are you going to run in" and my reply was "none". Well, there really wasn't a point in just running a treadmill if I didn't have a goal. So, there I am thinking at work...what race. It pops into my mind.

In March of 2007 I had to go to an Oncologist for a lump that was found in my breast. I was 22. I was scared out of my mind. I remember sitting in the waiting room and looking at all of the older people in the room who had feather-like hair or bandanna's wrapped around their head. I wasn't supposed to be in here. I was seemingly healthy, I was getting ready to graduate college in the next year, I had everything going for me, and here I was getting ready to find out if I was going to fall into the rare statistic that someone my age has breast cancer. If you know me, you know that I research something to death. When we went on a cruise, I researched every night about that dumb boat...how many people it held, best place to eat or get a drink, what to do at the ports of call, etc. For the most part, it was out of sheer excitement, but a little part of it had to do with being over prepared. I've gotten a lot better about doing things like that, but I still kind of do it...hah. Anyway, I researched as much as I could about the probability of me having cancer and what it might really be, nerdy, I know. The doctor let me know that there are 3 things we can do....take a biopsy which involved a large needle and not a good chance of getting a good enough sample of it, waiting it out to see if it go any larger and come back every 6 months, or have surgery and take it out. I chose to have surgery. We scheduled it for a few months later and a rock settled in my stomach till then. Surgery came and went, everything turned out to be fine, it was a fatty tissue tumor. I went back two more times and everything was positive. If I find something else then I need to go back, so I pray to God nightly, that something like that doesn't happen again.

Anyway, back to the 5K. I wanted to run in something that would mean something to me. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and the Susan G. Komen foundation has 5k races throughout the country starting in September and going through October. This is something that hit me and even though it thankfully didn't turn out to be cancer, I did spend some time wondering what my life would be like if I had cancer, something no one should have to think about. So, there it is. It isn't necessarily why I'm running the race, but I know that if I run the race, not only will I help my self get healthier, but I will also help a foundation that means a great deal to me.

Hopefully I can keep up with this blog thing, I'm not terrific at it, but I'll try. I'm hoping to keep track of my progress...maybe. I should be able to tell how well I'm doing by whether or not I feel like croaking after my workout. Now, I'm off to start day 2. Pray for me.