Thursday night around 11pm I noticed an email in my inbox. Reign was hosting a free Tabura class at the 34th St Crunch. I'm not currently a member, so this was the perfect opportunity to get in a great workout. Why not!? I've missed Tabura and the gym in general, and I've missed the group exercise scene. Nowhere have I felt more at home than walking into the gym and getting ready to take part in a group exercise class, whether as a participant or as the instructor. I walk in there, I know exactly what to do and I feel at "home." Of course I went to the class, nearly died, and had a blast.
Saturday morning rolled around and when I woke up, my entire body was SORE. I couldn't believe it!! Especially my back!!! Tabura is AWESOME, I swear. If you haven't tried it yet and you're a member of Crunch, definitely check out Reign's class. Not only is it super fun and the energy is awesome, you will walk away DRENCHED in sweat and totally feeling like you got in a total body workout. You won't be able to walk the next day.
I really wasn't in the mood to go to Pilates the next morning, but as the instructor, I had to follow through with my commitment. I took my time getting out the door and ended up being 15 minutes late. I sort of knew in the back of my mind that no one would show so I wasn't too concerned about it. I sat in the park for a while just people-watching, then willed myself to get of the bench and go to the farmers market. On my way out of the park, I discovered a free pop-up yoga event! I noticed all these yoga mats laying in the grassy triangle at the entrance to the park; I was curious and couldn't help but stop to see what was going on. Freelancers Union was promoting it's new health clinic in Park Slope and holding free half hour yoga classes. I figured, why not? Plus I could REALLY use something relaxing like yoga after yesterdays' Tabura class. So I ended up getting a free half hour yoga class, plus I walked away with a pretty sweet turquoise yoga mat and a matching carrying bag. You never know what you'll find in Brooklyn, I must say. I live in a pretty awesome neighborhood. (Did you know Brooklyn was voted the "coolest city in the country" by GQ magazine!?!) Then I got in my shopping at the farmers market and made my way home in enough time to get ready for tutoring.
It's about time I started getting back into shape. Going to Tabura followed by yoga the very next day was exactly the kick in the butt I needed. It re-ignited the fire inside, and I quickly rediscovered my passion for exercising. I resolved to join the gym again immediately.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Getting Out of Shape
This weather has been dragging me down lately, and all the junk I've been eating hasn't helped my energy levels. My poor immune system is struggling to deal with the changing seasons. At times like these, motivation is extremely difficult to come by.
I am out of shape. I'm very curious what my body fat percent is right now, because it's probably over 25%. Even though 25% is considered the high end of "fit" "athletic" or "average" depending on what chart you reference, for me this is unacceptable. Quite frankly, the ONLY reason I would ever reach body fat levels in the high 20's or even into the 30's, is if I sat around eating absolutely nothing but junk (high sodium, high fat, highly processed foods) and did absolutely no physical activity whatsoever for months on end. Or if my metabolism just decided to up and quit or crash for no apparent reason. I'm approaching unacceptable body fat levels and need to rectify this immediately.
Maybe my views on acceptable body fat percentages are somewhat skewed after being a distance runner, fitness enthusiast, fitness instructor and most recently, a figure competitor, but that's just the way it is. Although I may appear to be fit and healthy, for all intents and purposes I am very out of shape. There is a lot of fat on my body. I say this with complete objectivity, because it's true.
Now, I know what you're all thinking... "but Julie. you're not fat. you've never been fat! you're fit and healthy and you've always been thin." Yes, to a degree this is true; my overall physique is still slim and slender, and I still have a fairly "fit" appearance. I just have a lot of fat on my body. It's time to do something about this.
I am out of shape. I'm very curious what my body fat percent is right now, because it's probably over 25%. Even though 25% is considered the high end of "fit" "athletic" or "average" depending on what chart you reference, for me this is unacceptable. Quite frankly, the ONLY reason I would ever reach body fat levels in the high 20's or even into the 30's, is if I sat around eating absolutely nothing but junk (high sodium, high fat, highly processed foods) and did absolutely no physical activity whatsoever for months on end. Or if my metabolism just decided to up and quit or crash for no apparent reason. I'm approaching unacceptable body fat levels and need to rectify this immediately.
Maybe my views on acceptable body fat percentages are somewhat skewed after being a distance runner, fitness enthusiast, fitness instructor and most recently, a figure competitor, but that's just the way it is. Although I may appear to be fit and healthy, for all intents and purposes I am very out of shape. There is a lot of fat on my body. I say this with complete objectivity, because it's true.
Now, I know what you're all thinking... "but Julie. you're not fat. you've never been fat! you're fit and healthy and you've always been thin." Yes, to a degree this is true; my overall physique is still slim and slender, and I still have a fairly "fit" appearance. I just have a lot of fat on my body. It's time to do something about this.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
The Aftermath of Sandy (personal essay)
It didn't seem that serious at first. I think all of us were a little desensitized to the media's warnings. Yet as more time passes, I am beginning to realize the severity of the storm that passed through just a few days ago. Never before in my life has a natural disaster of this magnitude hit so close to home (literally and figuratively). You know things are bad when half of New York City shuts down for almost an entire week. It may not seem bad in some parts, but just watch the news. Look at the pictures. This is real.
So many people are displaced from their homes right now, for indeterminable amounts of time, without electricity, hot water, or worse. Phone lines are down. Coastal areas are still under water. People are charging their cell phones in their cars, in stores, and on the streets. Elevators are down, and buildings are closed. Fallen trees are blocking roads everywhere. Building facades collapsed, cars overturned, electric plants exploded. People are concerned about loved ones safety and well-being. People are worried about their boats and shore properties, which they have no means of accessing to even assess the damage. Plans were changed, concerts and events were cancelled, birthdays and weddings were postponed. Even Halloween is postponed. Schools are closed for an entire week. Entire towns and cities were evacuated. To compound matters, the storm struck just 6 days before the nation’s largest marathon, and 8 days before the presidential election. Talk about a conflict of journalism interests. Right when we should all be gearing up for the marathon and the upcoming election, most people are far more preoccupied with the status of their electricity and public transportation. Funny how priorities can shift in an instant.
The effects of this storm are being felt nationwide. Deadlines are being missed left and right. Production timelines are being delayed and pushed back. Supply chains have been disrupted for multiple days. Deliveries are behind schedule. Flights are suspended. Trains are down. Roads are blocked. People are stranded. Stores are closed and restaurants shut down – some temporarily, some permanently. Independent business owners are loosing income. I’m not sure how the farmers fared, but I’m sure it wasn’t well. Countless offices have been closed for the better part of a week, because lower Manhattan has no electricity. Even where offices are open, so many people have no way of getting to work because the nation’s largest mass transit system is operating at half capacity until further notice.
Almost every single person I know was affected by this storm in some way, whether by personally loosing electricity and becoming a nomad for a while, or worse by knowing someone who knows someone who lost their home. I feel so incredibly lucky that I still have power at home, that I live in a neighborhood where business is back to usual for the most part (minus a few fallen tree branches), and that all my family in both NJ and CT were largely unaffected by the storm (besides power outages). I am blessed that all my friends and family are currently somewhere safe and sound.
My office has been closed all week and has no electricity, I am working from home with no remote access to our share drive, and I have no idea when the subways will be running again. I am fearful that the subways and trains wont be operational in time for my friends and family from out of town to see me run the marathon on Sunday morning, and I'm just as concerned about how I'll get myself to the marathon starting line. I am incredibly lucky that is my biggest problem coming out of this disaster. So many others were far less fortunate, and my heart goes out to them.
It is so easy to live inside your own little bubble and think, “well I’m fine, that really wasn’t so bad.” Just because you survived the storm of the century with minimal discomfort doesn't mean everyone else did too.
The outpouring of love and support that I've witnessed over the past couple days is truly touching. We all need to stick together and support each other, especially through the bad times. People are really struggling right now. People need clothing, food, shelter, supplies, somewhere to charge their phones and somewhere to take a hot shower. This is not a laughing matter. Be there for each other and offer help wherever you can.
The more time that passes in the wake of this storm, the more the effects are being felt. We though the worst was behind us, but weathering the storm was the easy part, compared to dealing with the aftermath. As we pick up the pieces in Sandy's wake, and everyone begins moving on with their lives, we will all come to realize the challenge that lies ahead - the ongoing uphill battle just to regain a sense of normalcy.
We will get there.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Consequences of running 20 miles
Last Saturday I just got up and ran 20 miles, seemingly out of nowhere. If you ask me, that's pretty freaking phenomenal!!! I still can't quite wrap my mind around it or understand how I even pulled that off, but the fact remains, I did it. I should just accept it and I most certainly shouldn't question it!
The problem was, up until this weekend, I wasn't making this marathon a priority. I needed to make it a priority. So, the decision was made: Saturday was the day I would go for a long run. Jack Rabbit Park Slope was hosting a group training run for free, and I desperately hoped I'd wake up in time. Running miles upon miles all alone can often be a sad, lonely, boring, and sometimes painful endeavor. Plus the moral support of running with a group can help you maintain a steady pace and keep going when you otherwise would've given up a long time ago. I overslept, per usual, and barely made it on time. I jogged all the way to the store and caught up with the group just a couple blocks into their run - whew!
I'm so glad I went with the Jack Rabbit crew. Being with the group made things far less stressful; it was dramatically easier to simply follow someone else rather than tracking my own route or worrying about getting lost by myself. It was great to have the company to chat with along the way. To be honest, if I had attempted that long run by myself I probably would've ended up walking.
Perhaps most importantly, running with the group helped me learn to pace myself. We started at an extremely slow, very comfortable, almost laughably easy pace, but that was perfectly okay with me. I knew we still had a long distance to go. In the end it was great because it allowed me to really push myself, pick up the pace and sprint and push hard at the very end. I was stoked! All told the 18 miles took us just about 4 hours, but when you account for all the bathroom stops, stops for pictures and delays at traffic lights, I have no idea what our actual pace really was. Then I jogged the remaining mile back home, for a daily grand total of 20 miles.
The next day I was feeling so jazzed and optimistic from my long run that I decided to run to brunch. SO another 4.5 miles were put on the books. Yay! Only problem is that the additional miles did me in with blisters. Although my legs felt great and my cardio could easily handle that additional few miles, my feet were not ready to hit the pavement again so soon. I ended up developing blisters within blisters from the day before - If you've never experienced this phenomenon, you are lucky! It is PAINFUL!
I took the proper precautions for blister care, popped and drained them, and covered them in bandaids. Then I put on shoes and the blisters immediately reappeared. They wouldn't dry out no matter how many times I drained them!! Meanwhile they started to hurt and I developed a blood blister. I started walking funny and my shoes started to cut into the backs of my feet. Next thing I knew my feet were all cut and scraped up, and I could barely walk properly, let alone go running!!! It's terribly discouraging and disheartening when you are feeling physically fit and healthy, motivated and ready to run, only to be debilitated by something so minor as a little blister. It' amazing how something so seemingly inconsequential can completely handicap you for an entire week.
The pain persisted for an entire week. Finally on Friday morning I noticed that it was starting to heal. Just in time for the weekend and another long run! Woohoo. Good thing I got this long run out of the way so my skin had plenty of time to heal and toughen before marathon day!
The problem was, up until this weekend, I wasn't making this marathon a priority. I needed to make it a priority. So, the decision was made: Saturday was the day I would go for a long run. Jack Rabbit Park Slope was hosting a group training run for free, and I desperately hoped I'd wake up in time. Running miles upon miles all alone can often be a sad, lonely, boring, and sometimes painful endeavor. Plus the moral support of running with a group can help you maintain a steady pace and keep going when you otherwise would've given up a long time ago. I overslept, per usual, and barely made it on time. I jogged all the way to the store and caught up with the group just a couple blocks into their run - whew!
I'm so glad I went with the Jack Rabbit crew. Being with the group made things far less stressful; it was dramatically easier to simply follow someone else rather than tracking my own route or worrying about getting lost by myself. It was great to have the company to chat with along the way. To be honest, if I had attempted that long run by myself I probably would've ended up walking.
Perhaps most importantly, running with the group helped me learn to pace myself. We started at an extremely slow, very comfortable, almost laughably easy pace, but that was perfectly okay with me. I knew we still had a long distance to go. In the end it was great because it allowed me to really push myself, pick up the pace and sprint and push hard at the very end. I was stoked! All told the 18 miles took us just about 4 hours, but when you account for all the bathroom stops, stops for pictures and delays at traffic lights, I have no idea what our actual pace really was. Then I jogged the remaining mile back home, for a daily grand total of 20 miles.
The next day I was feeling so jazzed and optimistic from my long run that I decided to run to brunch. SO another 4.5 miles were put on the books. Yay! Only problem is that the additional miles did me in with blisters. Although my legs felt great and my cardio could easily handle that additional few miles, my feet were not ready to hit the pavement again so soon. I ended up developing blisters within blisters from the day before - If you've never experienced this phenomenon, you are lucky! It is PAINFUL!
I took the proper precautions for blister care, popped and drained them, and covered them in bandaids. Then I put on shoes and the blisters immediately reappeared. They wouldn't dry out no matter how many times I drained them!! Meanwhile they started to hurt and I developed a blood blister. I started walking funny and my shoes started to cut into the backs of my feet. Next thing I knew my feet were all cut and scraped up, and I could barely walk properly, let alone go running!!! It's terribly discouraging and disheartening when you are feeling physically fit and healthy, motivated and ready to run, only to be debilitated by something so minor as a little blister. It' amazing how something so seemingly inconsequential can completely handicap you for an entire week.
The pain persisted for an entire week. Finally on Friday morning I noticed that it was starting to heal. Just in time for the weekend and another long run! Woohoo. Good thing I got this long run out of the way so my skin had plenty of time to heal and toughen before marathon day!
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tapering... or not...
Apparently this week is supposed to be my highest mileage week out of marathon training. It's supposed to be the toughest and most taxing to date, where your mileage "peaks" and then you being to "taper," or cut back on mileage in order to let your body recuperate so you're well-rested and ready to go come race day. I understand all these concepts, it's just the execution piece where I'm lacking... if I spent as much time running as I've spent sitting around eating ice cream, I'd be very well prepared.
So glad that my grand total mileage for this week so far is 4.5 miles. Does running to the subway count???? If you count my frequent morning dashes to the subway, the total is about 6 miles. Next week I'm supposed to start tapering. Wonderful. I have no clue what I'm going to do. That's all well and fine if you've actually been putting in the work and building mileage up until now.... but when you've barely been running at all, "high mileage" is all relative. To me, at this point, 10 miles would be "high mileage." But there's not much to cut back from 10 miles. Everyone else is starting to taper and I'm just starting to kick up the miles.
This marathon is going to be a shit show (pardon my French..) I may end up sleeping in and not even making it to the race. First of all, even IF I wake up in time, around 3:30am, which depends on IF I get to bed early the night before, and IF I make it to the ferry in time, and IF I manage to find my way to the starting line (given my record of lateness, those are all HUGE IF'S...)... even if I manage to make it to the starting line, then I still have to actually run the entire thing.
I don't know what I was thinking when I registered for this marathon, or what I was thinking when I figured I could get away with not training for an entire MONTH. I haven't run any races this entire year. 2012 has been one of the saddest years in my running career to date. and now I'm supposed to run a MARATHON!?!?
The point was, I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. This is a disaster.
If I'm not going to put in the miles, figured I might as well prepare myself in other ways, so I've been reading lots about marathons lately. Over the weekend, I googled "how to train for a marathon in one month." The results were discouraging at best. People such as myself who claimed to be "fairly fit but currently out of shape," who haven't been running and wanted to complete a marathon but only had 1 month left to train, posted messages, wondering if they were crazy/stupid, or if they could reasonably pull it off..... the grand consensus was that these people were out of their minds. Most of the responses guaranteed that these individuals would seriously injure themselves, possibly incurring long term serious debilitating injuries. Some people went for it anyway. Some people pulled it off! They completed a marathon with little to no training, preparing for 30 days or less, and they lived to talk about it! (There is still hope!!)
There are some crazy people out there... guess I'm one of them.
*References:
So glad that my grand total mileage for this week so far is 4.5 miles. Does running to the subway count???? If you count my frequent morning dashes to the subway, the total is about 6 miles. Next week I'm supposed to start tapering. Wonderful. I have no clue what I'm going to do. That's all well and fine if you've actually been putting in the work and building mileage up until now.... but when you've barely been running at all, "high mileage" is all relative. To me, at this point, 10 miles would be "high mileage." But there's not much to cut back from 10 miles. Everyone else is starting to taper and I'm just starting to kick up the miles.
This marathon is going to be a shit show (pardon my French..) I may end up sleeping in and not even making it to the race. First of all, even IF I wake up in time, around 3:30am, which depends on IF I get to bed early the night before, and IF I make it to the ferry in time, and IF I manage to find my way to the starting line (given my record of lateness, those are all HUGE IF'S...)... even if I manage to make it to the starting line, then I still have to actually run the entire thing.
I don't know what I was thinking when I registered for this marathon, or what I was thinking when I figured I could get away with not training for an entire MONTH. I haven't run any races this entire year. 2012 has been one of the saddest years in my running career to date. and now I'm supposed to run a MARATHON!?!?
The point was, I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. This is a disaster.
I have no fueling strategy. I have no clue what I'm going to wear on race day. I have no idea how I'm going to stash and carry my gear. I have no clue if anyone I know is even coming to watch and cheer for me. I have no idea how to pace myself. I don't know how or when to properly hydrate. I don't have a plan for race day morning. I don't even have a strategy for the night before. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I have 26 days left to sort all this out.
If I'm not going to put in the miles, figured I might as well prepare myself in other ways, so I've been reading lots about marathons lately. Over the weekend, I googled "how to train for a marathon in one month." The results were discouraging at best. People such as myself who claimed to be "fairly fit but currently out of shape," who haven't been running and wanted to complete a marathon but only had 1 month left to train, posted messages, wondering if they were crazy/stupid, or if they could reasonably pull it off..... the grand consensus was that these people were out of their minds. Most of the responses guaranteed that these individuals would seriously injure themselves, possibly incurring long term serious debilitating injuries. Some people went for it anyway. Some people pulled it off! They completed a marathon with little to no training, preparing for 30 days or less, and they lived to talk about it! (There is still hope!!)
There are some crazy people out there... guess I'm one of them.
*References:
http://www.seanogle.com/headline/how-to-run-marathon
http://patrickhitches.com/patrick-hitches/1-month-marathon-training-program/
http://www.pponline.co.uk/encyc/marathon-training-planning-a-30-day-running-programme-702
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Blind Determination
sooooo I am SORE from Pilates this morning. good grief. It dawned on me today that I haven't done anything remotely active in nearly 3 weeks... and yes I am supposed to be running a marathon in 1 month. 29 days to be exact.
I've been living in blissful ignorance for a long time now. Somehow I'm not even worried about it. I refuse to recognize the magnitude of exactly what I'm about to undertake in just 4 weeks from today... I'm refusing to let the reality sink in that I am in no way shape or form even remotely prepared to run for 26.2 miles without stopping. Yet, I still have every intention of going through with this and doing it, and although I'm clearly not properly prepared, I still believe that I'll be able to do it.
Even if I just go out nice and easy, and just jog the entire race. Even if I have to stop and walk for part of it... if it happens, so be it. It would be completely mortifying, but can't get mad at myself for failing at something when I consciously chose not to prepare for it. Besides I just want to experience this race - my goal is simply to have fun. I don't really care how I do. (of course I say that now... ask me how I feel after the race and I'll probably be kicking myself for not giving it my all.)
Tomorrow I'm planning to go for a long run. It's absolutely necessary at this point; it's my "do or die" moment. If I can go out and run 12-18 miles comfortably and relatively easily, with minimal discomfort, I'll feel much more confident that I can tackle this marathon. If I can't... well... I will be in for a VERY rude awakening... but I'll worry about that only if it happens. We're not even going to entertain that possibility.
I'll conquer this marathon, propelled solely by blind stupidity and sheer determination. It's amazing what you can achieve once you set your mind to something, and it's incredible what your body can do when you let your mind take over. Marathons and endurance events are as much about mental toughness as they are about physical fitness. Perhaps even more so. My mind is ready to handle this race.
26.2 miles doesn't seem that daunting. I've done it once in my life I can surely do it again no problem.
This race will be difficult for sure, and I most likely will not be able to walk the next day, but I am going to do it. No matter what.
I've been living in blissful ignorance for a long time now. Somehow I'm not even worried about it. I refuse to recognize the magnitude of exactly what I'm about to undertake in just 4 weeks from today... I'm refusing to let the reality sink in that I am in no way shape or form even remotely prepared to run for 26.2 miles without stopping. Yet, I still have every intention of going through with this and doing it, and although I'm clearly not properly prepared, I still believe that I'll be able to do it.
Even if I just go out nice and easy, and just jog the entire race. Even if I have to stop and walk for part of it... if it happens, so be it. It would be completely mortifying, but can't get mad at myself for failing at something when I consciously chose not to prepare for it. Besides I just want to experience this race - my goal is simply to have fun. I don't really care how I do. (of course I say that now... ask me how I feel after the race and I'll probably be kicking myself for not giving it my all.)
Tomorrow I'm planning to go for a long run. It's absolutely necessary at this point; it's my "do or die" moment. If I can go out and run 12-18 miles comfortably and relatively easily, with minimal discomfort, I'll feel much more confident that I can tackle this marathon. If I can't... well... I will be in for a VERY rude awakening... but I'll worry about that only if it happens. We're not even going to entertain that possibility.
I'll conquer this marathon, propelled solely by blind stupidity and sheer determination. It's amazing what you can achieve once you set your mind to something, and it's incredible what your body can do when you let your mind take over. Marathons and endurance events are as much about mental toughness as they are about physical fitness. Perhaps even more so. My mind is ready to handle this race.
26.2 miles doesn't seem that daunting. I've done it once in my life I can surely do it again no problem.
This race will be difficult for sure, and I most likely will not be able to walk the next day, but I am going to do it. No matter what.
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