Sometimes You Just Need a Slap Upside the Head

Not that any of us ever WANT one, we just NEED IT.  Welcome to my day.  Actually my month. And here’s why.

Having never done a tempo run before last week, I wasn’t sure how to go about it.  Thanks to Coach Krissy’s Master Plan of Getting Black Dog to a 2:00 Wine and Dine Half Marathon, I knew I had to get 2 miles done at an 8:43 pace.  Pretty quick for my short, little, dumpy legs, but still doable.  OR SO I THOUGHT.

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After my second tempo run ever, all I wanted to do was bang my head against a wall and call it a day.  I’ve never been a fast runner – at least fast by my standards – and this latest mess just reinforced my quickly crashing 2 hour Wine and Dine dream.  And then I saw this.

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And did this.

doh

Whenever things look like they’re headed for the toilet bowl, all I need is to see is that furry little face.  She’s had a miserable couple of days, thanks to her pool jumping OCD.  She just can’t control her obsession with jumping in our BFF’s pool. Over and over and over and over and over again.  And over and over and over and over AGAIN.  She does it so much she ends up tearing up the skin on her pads and limps around the house for the next three days.  But given the chance, she’d still be over there jumping.  It’s that whole living in the moment thing that all dogs have.  How can you not appreciate that?

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Whoo hoo!!

So after seeing that face that was so happy to see my sweaty, nasty, worn out body back home again, it put everything back in perspective.  (Yup, there’s my favorite word again). I may not have hit the times I needed to on my run, and who knows if I ever will.  But I’m sure as hell going to keep trying. Over and over and over and over.  Call it my version of pool jumping OCD.  And if I hit it, great!  If not, at least I’m going to try and have fun getting there.  I guess it’s all just part of trusting the process.  And living in the moment.  Maybe the hubby will even give me a biscuit afterwards.

biscuit please

Please. No stupid pet tricks. Save me a shred of dignity.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you ever find yourself “stuck” in your training?  Do you let it bother you or do you keep getting out there and trust the training process?  Is there something you have OCD about?  It’s okay, you’re among friends.

Think A Touch of OCD Can Get You To Your Goals?

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a bit OCD about tracking my workouts. Not that I was obsessive about WHAT I was tracking, just that I did. I think it must have something to do with hating to see an empty box.

#fillalltheboxes

#fillalltheboxes

Even if it’s just an off day, I think if I start seeing too many, it gets the dupa to the gym or out on the road again, even if the couch is trying to sing it’s siren song.  Every successful weight loss program I’ve ever seen encourages you to track every bite of food, including how hungry you are at the time, as well as how you may be feeling emotionally.  It is believed you can begin to see patterns which may identify stressors causing you to stuff your yap.  My workout stressors?  Simple.  Clothes that don’t fit.

What I think I look like.  Hmmm....

What I think I look like. Hmmm….

As I donned a pair of capri pants this weekend, (why I don’t know, I HATE those damn things), my great mood at being in party central USA, quickly took a nose dive when I could barely move in them without feeling like the seams were going to explode.  What better motivation then to get the dupa out of bed this morning and get my booze-soaked, gut-stuffed body parts to the gym.

Ok, ok.  I'm getting up.

Ok, ok. I’m getting up.

Even though I’m pretty good at working out when I travel, it never seems as quality a workout as when I’m at home.  I’m sure it’s just another one of my mental OCD things, but I’m pretty sure once I cross the Broward County line, my cells call a meeting to order and the order goes out to retain all the water, fat cells, and miscellaneous crap they’re capable of before imminent combustion.

Keep EVERYTHING!

Keep EVERYTHING! Got it?

As my goal of filling every page of my little bible continues, (minus the 4 month-long non-running torture period), you can bet I’ll be doing everything in my power to fit into those ugly grey capris to the point where they will actually be – dare I say it? – TOO BIG.  Will I get there?  Who knows.  But you can bet your dupa I’ll be fighting the forces of Mother Nature with every squat, crunch, pushup, and plank these jiggly, shaky, jelly belly body parts can muster.  I have every intention of making THIS look easy.

Okay, maybe not.  But a girl can dream, can't she?

Okay, maybe not. But a girl can dream, can’t she?

 

Enjoy the ride.

Do you track your workouts?  Do you find it keeps you on track and helps you reach your food/fitness goals?