That pivotal moment when everything changes

When people talk to me about fitness and diet and wanting to get healthy, I always tell them that when the are really ready to make the change in lifestyle…they will know and suddenly it will all snap together and it will be easy because that’s exactly how it works. Something inside your head just switches and suddenly you know what you need to do and the excuses you have been using are not important anymore.

And I won’t lie – I haven’t “had it” for a while. I’ve been in a dark place lately and while I don’t feel like I’m completely out of that place yet – I did have that moment when you wake up and think that there is some sassy voice in your head asking you to “look at your life, look at your choices.


And suddenly – Everything snapped into place. You could call it an epiphany. I’m calling it a “duh, big red fire truck” moment that hit me like a dump truck.

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It’s A Food Thing: Compilation of all the things.

So I’ve been slacking royally in the blog department, and I apologize greatly for that! But – that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been keeping up with some of the things that I said I was going to to. And failing at some other things because lets be real… real life is INSANE (in the membrane… INSANE IN THE BRAIN!)

Sorry. I’ve been sleep deprived lately. What’s it take to sleep straight through the night? Oh, right. CARDIO. *grumbles about being injured*

Anyway – here is a quick compilation of all the things I’ve been doing food wise lately. Maybe some of these things can help you!

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Good News, Bad News, Grouchy Jamie

Had my appointment with the podiatrist yesterday, and got some news I wanted to hear, and some news I really am not happy about. That, on top of some other things, has made for a very Grouchy Jamie.

And we don’t like Grouchy Jamie. Grouchy Jamie is bad bad bad bad bad.

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Oh, April…

I haven’t run since the Gate River Run on March 14. I’m feeling fluffy; uncomfortable in my own skin. My arms are slightly more toned thanks to being on crutches for two weeks. And I’ve done some upper body work, but it’s nothing like the high of getting three miles in.

My appointment with the podiatrist is next Tuesday, and that’s when we find out what we are going to do with my foot. I’m wearing my sneakers everywhere I go and it sucks because they hurt. Well, my foot hurts. I may or may not be able to run after my appointment, and that’s frustrating. I’m Injured Runner Girl for a bit.

It’s April, and that means sunshine and warmth, bathing suits and sunglasses. I’ve not felt confident in a bathing suit in almost two years and I know I need to get serious about everything in order to get that confidence back. But how do you do that, when you can’t do any cardio? Continue reading

Birthday Facts, 2015

I started this thing years ago. Every birthday that I celebrate being alive and strong and well, I would do a fact sheet. One fact for every year I had been alive. Usually I limit these things to Twitter since the twitterverse is more open and welcoming to these sort of things, but this year I’m making a post out of it as well.

You can skip this post, as it won’t have much about running involved. Or fitness in general. Or even diet. I do talk about running and what I eat and why I eat it though. And there are tons of other useless bits of information that you might find fantastic and fun.

If you follow me on Twitter, these things are nothing new. I just gathered them and put them in order right here on the blog. But if you are not following me on Twitter (and why aren’t you?? Go find me @IdiotRunnerGirl) then enjoy the list here.  If you have questions for me, throw them in the comments and I will answer them!

And without further adieu…. Your Birthday Facts:

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One Week Later – The Injured Runner

It’s been one week since I went to the emergency care center, had x-rays and was told to stay off my foot. In that week, I’ve had friends lecture me on not using my crutches, built up new strength in my arms and shoulders, pitched a fit about hating the crutches, and had a plethora of doors opened for me, food brought to me, and ice packs brought to me.

I’ve also had people lecture me on how I need to quit running, or at least the long distance races I keep signing up for because apparently I’m “always hurting myself” and while I know they are doing it because they hate to see me in pain, it’s having the counter effect they want it to. It’s not going to make me stop running.

It is, however, going to make me smarter about my running.

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Gate River Run 2015 Recap

It wasn’t my best run. I know that I have run better, and I know that I could have been more prepared. But the point of getting out there and running the race, regardless of what was going on in my world, was to show that I had control over something…even if it was a race that I didn’t feel prepared for. 

 I didn’t have a costume, my Runmeter died after the first mile, it was hot as balls out, and I was not prepared. I was slow and hurting, I was breathing hard and drinking lots of water, I was bound and determined to make it over that bridge. I was miserable and wonderful all at the same time. It was one of the best and one of the worst runs of my life.

 And that, my friends, is what running is all about.

Race Day started off easily enough. Marisa and I rode in one car down to the race, and Heather rode in a different one since she was planning on leaving early. We got parked, we had an impromptu dance party, we got ready to run, we wandered around. I got some photos for work and then we all met at the Jaguar for the group photo with the Channel 4 gang. 10389677_10152784341150975_7131694112797114235_nThen we headed out to get ready. Final potty break, grabbed our gear from the car, and walked to where the corrals were. I was having some issues dealing with some negative people and negative vibes, so I was eager to put some space between me and them. I had my own race to gear up for and wasn’t about to let their self loathing stir up some drama for me.

I was in the third wave, and our gun went off at 8:12. I started toward the back so I could take it easy and enjoy the run. It was fun to run with a lot of people who wore the brightly colored shirts and seemed to be genuinely having a good time. One guy ran by me with a GoPro on his cap, and when he slowed to look at me directly I smiled and waved at him. 

We did our running and my Runmeter told me I was starting out way too fast. Not a smart thing to do when it was so humid, but I felt good so I kept it up.

When we got to the Main Street Bridge, my foot started to hurt. I slowed to walk up the bridge because anyone who has had PF (plantar fasciitis) will tell you that going up hill is bad. My left foot felt swollen and my calf hurt so at the next chance I got I slipped the compression sleeve OFF my left leg and wore it as an anklet, and some of the pressure lifted. Then I went about my race.

Everything was going well until just after mile 6. I had noticed that I was feeling really warm and I don’t do well in the heat so I slowed my pace. 

I hit every water stop and splashed water on my head and on my face to cool me down. But just then, suddenly I felt really sick to my stomach. Just past mile 6.5 I had to pull off to the side and throw up. A couple of kids were handing out ice cubes so I snagged a bunch of them and put them down my sports bra to cool my body down, and I swished my mouth out with water from a bottle someone at an area house brought me.

“I’m so sorry,” I moaned as I tried to get control of myself. The lady smiled and shook her head. 

 “I have sons, dear. I completely understand,” she said. She handed me another handful of ice cubes and I went on my way. 

 I took it easy the rest of the race. I felt my heart racing, I felt my breathing become erratic, and I felt hot. I felt so hot. When we got to the Hart Bridge, I walked up it. I wanted to run, but I just didn’t have it in me.

 I crossed the finish line, tried not to pass out, got my water and my medal after chatting with a pink haired diva at the medical tent, and found Marisa.

Who proceeded to cover me with ice and ice cold water. Within moments, I felt better. Dude. it was so hot.

We hung out for a little bit after the race and then headed home to shower and relax. We were both not really feeling things and I was still having issues with walking. Which sucked. And I was still nauseous. Which sucked more. 

But I finished, which is exactly what I wanted to do. I almost cried three times while running because I felt such a great stress release. I smiled and laughed and finished feeling exhausted and hot and completely spent. It was awful and glorious and only a runner will get it. 

On Monday, I went to the doctor to find out what was wrong with my foot, and I learned that I have a monster heel spur. And tendinitis. And I have to use crutches. For three weeks. No me gusta. 

So it’s upper body training thanks to crutches and a new training regime when I can work out again. For now, let’s get our eating under control.