It’s not admitting defeat… it’s changing the plan

After all of my revelations in my last post, I was faced with some critical realizations on how things are working for me. Namely, trying to run and do Insanity at the same time. My original plan is clearly not working, so I’m faced with accepting defeat of my original plan and working on making a new one.

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Lessons in Self Discovery and Inspiration

At 1:15 on Thursday afternoon, after the Allergy Chat I was hosting for WJXT with the Mayo Clinic was finished, and my away message was set on my work email, I felt a bit of tension release from my shoulders and I started to relax a little bit.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had been letting everything and everyone around me dictate a lot of my stress. As a firm believer in being an independent person, I was letting entirely too many outside forces interfere with what my goals were and what my wants were. Are. You get the idea.

So when Brian and I whisked ourselves away to a quick weekend vacation in Orlando, I made sure that we spent some important time together… and in the process, I learned a lot about myself too.

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Last Week? That wasn’t much fun…

So last week was my first week with my new workout regime, and unfortunately it came with some epic fails. I missed Monday completely because I was busy with the family and friends, my running partner is on a “no running doctors orders” style recovery from her chest cold which is sounding more and more like pnemonia, and my motivation was faltering.

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RACE RECAP: Tour de Pain: Extreme

The Tour de Pain: 3 races in 24 hours. The one that most people in Jacksonville know about is the “normal” race… where it’s a 4 miler on the beach, a 5k on the street through neighborhoods, and a 1 mile sizzler in the middle of the hottest part of the day. What people don’t know about is the EXTREME version of this race, held a few weeks after the Gate Rive Run. Oh, it’s still 3 races in 24 hours, but the mileage is ramped up.

A 10k, a 5k, and a half… all within 24 hours. It was my birthday present to myself, and this year I was thrilled to get Channel 4 to sponsor the $100 fee to enter the race. Despite medication for a sinus infection and bronchitis, I made plans to spend the weekend after my birthday pounding the pavement with Kat and Tiffany (who flew back from Charlotte for the race)

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Ready to get INSANE in April?

April is here and with it comes all kinds of crazy ideas of fitness and running that will hopefully kick my ass back into the fit life. Does that sound macho enough? I’m feeling kind of macho and tough after the Tour de Pain: Extreme (recap to come) and as I rest my weary muscles and achy ankle this week, I’m preparing for an insane April.

After all – jumping in with both feet to a packed workout schedule that includes Insanity, running, and a lunge challenge is kind of macho and tough.

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An Open Letter to SELF Magazine

I woke up this morning intending to enjoy my birthday with smiles and laughter, but found this article popping up everywhere. Now, I make no secret to my enjoyment of running in tutus and have been on the receiving end of some pretty heavy ridicule and praise both. But seeing this story infuriated me.

SELF magazine decided to request a photo of Monika to use for the shaming of runners wearing tutus to races. What they clearly didn’t do was any research of the sort. If they had spent just 5 minutes doing a Google search, they would have learned that Monika is a brain cancer survivor. That she started Glam Runner as a way to raise money to donate to Girls on the Run San Diego. That she was an inspiration to runners and cancer survivors everywhere.

Not only that, SELF Magazine decided to take it upon themselves to shame women who are out there running in tutus. They talked about it in their “BS Meter” and made it sound like runners out there in tutus shouldn’t bother to be there. In fact, this is exactly what they said:



Can you understand my fury? Not only did SELF Magazine slam an amazing and inspirational runner for running in a tutu, is slammed ALL runners who run in tutus. What SELF doesn’t seem to realize is that tulle skirt that we wear when we run makes the event fun, exciting, and motivating. When I tell my friends that I will run their first race with them, know what they ask me? Can they wear a tutu as well. They ask me to show them how to make a tutu. My tutu tutorial post is my most popular post on this blog, which means there are a lot of people out there who want to run in a tutu.

I wrote up this story on our station website about the whole situation, and when I posted it on our station facebook page it blew up. Just like I hoped it would. It wasn’t until almost 6 hours later that SELF decided to post an apology on their Facebook page. Myself, including about 3000 others, find the apology half assed, and way too late, because everyone in the fitness world has made sure to spread the word of this magazine’s shaming of women instead of motivating them.

So this is my open letter to SELF Magazine. I know they will never see it and that’s fine. But truth is, I’ll feel better after writing it, so here goes. Mind you, I wrote this before the apology was posted, but it still stands as is.

Dear SELF Magazine,

Your public shaming of runners in tutus is shameful in itself, but using a photo from a marathoner who was running in a tutu mid chemo treatment in order to bring awareness to brain cancer as your mocking photo is appalling and unforgivable. You lack of journalistic integrity and professional ethics is speaking loud and clear as you still remain tight lipped, giving the appearance of ambivalence to your misstep.

I refuse to renew my subscription, and hope many others follow. In fact, there are other fitness magazines that have proven to be honest and more reliable than your publication – they don’t Photoshop their models, they don’t promote shaming of others for what they are doing, and they welcome all kinds of fitness levels and abilities and offer support. Something you used to offer before you decided to become a sell out.

As a publication that has failed to inspire and motivate, you deserve every failure coming to you.

No love, Jamie










RACE RECAP: Gate River Run

NOTE: I have not proof’d this to make sure there are no misspelled words or grammar errors. So please forgive any :)

It was early. It started out cold. It got hot quickly. There were tons of costumes in the mix including some full body cover it all up kind of costumes. There was a new way to start the race, and a brand new finish line that I thought worked perfectly. And beer. There was a lot of beer.

It was the 2014 Gate River Run, and it was amazing.

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A Release of Pain: Baby’s First Migraine

We had friends over on Saturday night. Nothing too serious, just a group of friends hanging out and smoking the hookah (note: it’s a tobacco pipe) and listening to the “Rump Shaker” station on Pandora which lead to awesome dance parties in the living room. Including one of me in the Batman Snuggie. No, there isn’t a photo of it. sorry…

ANYWAY – Half way through the night, I realized that my head was starting to hurt. No bother, I went and grabbed my Advil since Brian didn’t fill my prescriptions for me and took three of them. I didn’t think anything of it, but I did mention it to Brian. He asked what could be causing it, and I shrugged it off.

Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up to the worst pain in my head that I had felt in almost seven months. There were lights flashing before my closed eyes, a soreness that made moving my head almost impossible, and muscle tension in a way I had never felt before. It felt like the muscle over my head (maybe that they had moved?) was tight and needed to be released, tension wise. Brian didn’t even move when I tried to wake him up, so I hobbled to get an ice pack. I slept on one for a little while, but it warmed quickly and I had to do something different. So a hot shower it was. I started the shower, and kept the bathroom light OFF. It was a little after six when I did that, and that was what woke Brian up.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m in full migraine mode,” I said softly.

“What!?” he said louder. I repeated myself, he nodded and closed the door. I sat in the shower until the hot water was gone. I then got back into bed and tried to sleep more. It wasn’t happening, so I got up and took half of my narcotic pain killers. Only half because they always make me sick to my stomach and I just didn’t want to be throwing up AND having a migraine. At some point, Brian made his way out of the bedroom because when I woke up to take the second half of the pill I was alone. I remember walking out of the bedroom about that point in time.

“What are you doing up?” Brian asked me when I got to the kitchen.

“What time does the race start?” I asked softly, walking up to give him a hug. He returned my hug with one arm since he was doing dishes.

“Three. Go back to bed,” he said. I frowned.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked (because logically he was mad at me for having a headache. totally logical)

“No. Go to bed,” he said. And I did. I went away again for a few more hours. When I got out of bed, I was hungry and achy. It was quiet so I wasn’t sure if Brian was even still in the room. I put on some sweats because I was freezing, and then I walked out of the bedroom. He was there, playing Angry Birds Space and eating pita chips with bacon cheese dip from the party the night before. So I went to the kitchen, got a cup of Pepsi (from the party) and the bag of potato chips (also from the party, we don’t usually keep this stuff in the house) and sat down and slowly started eating to  make sure I wasn’t going to get sick. After my second cup of soda and half of the bag of chips, I started to feel more alert and normal.

Sunday was supposed to be my last long run before the Gate River Run. I missed it because I was feeling iffy the night before, and then the migraine. I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit paranoid about this race now.

My goal is to do it in under 2 hours. I don’t think I’m physically ready to try and beat 1:48 that I got last year, but I do believe I could get as close to it as possible. I’m hoping to keep an average pace of 12:30/mile for most of the race and thankfully Kat is pacing me through the race and she is a bit of a faster runner than I am right now so I think it’s doable. While I think I could really push it and do the 11/miles like I did in Daytona, Kat asked for this race together to be fun.

And when we run together, that’s what we do. We have fun.

So I’m a bit paranoid about the race, but over all I feel as ready as I can be. I’ve got a fuel plan mapped out in my head, an outfit in the works (MINIONS!!) and I have a group photo scheduled for 7:30am at the Jaguar with the Channel 4 Crew. That being said, who wants to meet me at 7:15am at the Jaguar for a giant group photo? I’d love to meet a bunch of you!! :) Who’s game?

So Much Tech, So Little Time

I was watching TV earlier this week, and to my surprise I saw a commercial for the new Nike+ FuelBand bracelet. It says that it will motivate you to move after not doing anything for 45 minutes, track your points, and other crazy stuff. I tested one of these out when I did the She Runs LA race a few years ago. I liked what it did, but I didn’t like the price tag ($149.)

And I’ve been begging Brian to buy me a FitBit. Not only will it track your fitness, it will track your sleep, has a silent wake alarm, and will sync over wireless. AND it plays with other apps like My Fitness Pal and Run Keeper. And the price is better at $129.99 for the Force version and  $99.95 for the Flex version..

But that got me thinking…. There is SO much tech out there for runners now between cool apps and fun new toys like these bracelets. I decided to sit down and really look at the ones I am interested in purchasing and (or already have purchased!)

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March, in like a lion….

While sitting at work yesterday morning missing the Ortega River Run AGAIN, I realized something kind of significant and kind of not…. HOLY CRAP, IT’S MARCH! When the hell did THAT happen?

Oh, wait. I remember. It ALWAYS happens after February. The fact that I lost two weeks of my life and of February to the Michael Dunn trial and work obligations is not a reason to forget the normal functions of how calendars work. But I seriously didn’t realize it was March until I started my work day (morning? night?) and realized that I had to change 02 to 03 for all of my documents at work.

And then I realized – another month has gone by, and another round of goals that hasn’t exactly been met. Let’s take a look, shall we?

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