Sweet Comeback with My First 5K

Well I did it, folks. Kind of…no, I really did it. It’s not what I aimed for but it sure is a proud feat for me. 

Lessons Learned:

  • I can amaze myself when I push myself; my body is capable and so is my mind
  • Temptation to binge, overeat, and yo-yo diet remains a weakness when I don’t have (or use) better coping systems 
  • I’m a runner and I like it 🙂

Exactly 2 months ago, I started the Couch to 5K program – and boy, was I ever starting from the couch.

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I already walked fairly regularly but 1 minute of jogging straight was difficult after only a few intervals. I wasn’t perfect in doing the plan 3 times per week, but I committed every time to complete the time the plan set; and I did.

I had very painful blisters for the first few weeks, then significant pain in the outside of my left hip, both inclining me toward abstinence from all movement, which I thankfully resisted. I bought a few kinds of blister products before I found ReSkin to be the only one that actually worked at protecting my feet; then, eventually I didn’t need them, just good socks like SmartWool. The hip is still an issue, but I’ve got a routine of stretches and strength exercises and I’m working at improving form. Most of what I’ve read said hip pain is likely due to weak muscles around it, which I’m certain is the case for me. My lower back acts up while I run, as well, and even on long walks. Again, I’m slowly strengthening and focusing on a tall aligned spine and diaphragmatic breathing while I jog.

A challenge was maintaining drive to jog after a tiring day at work, but it wasn’t as painful as I expected. What they say is true, that exercise takes energy but it gives it back ten-fold (approximately, I’m sure). It was only when I overworked myself that my energy was truly shot, so I paced myself. The times I was doing my run and then walking for 2 hours with heavy bags on top of regular activity was too much. I was after all a true couch potato mere weeks beforehand (see evidence above).   

During the first 7 weeks, I had my amazing boyfriend living with me for the first time and doing C25K with me. It was TREMENDOUSLY helpful to be committed to each other for the runs we’d scheduled and also to have nutrition become a bigger consideration eating together. I was all the prouder to complete each run because he was there to see me be dedicated and strong. I loved being able to inspire him and encourage him, and he did the same for me. We happened to have our biggest disagreements in this journey because the conflict of our different approaches felt frustrating when we were struggling with running and relying on one another more directly. Thankfully, this brought us closer from understanding and respecting each other more deeply. He still snapchats me his running times.

On top of all this, I’ve had a particularly hard time with depression lately, one of the main reasons I’m exercising more. Oh and also I was out for a week from wisdom teeth extractions. Finally, after my boyfriend returned to his city two weeks ago, I crashed psychologically and fell back to old unhealthy habits to cope. I’ve been overeating on ice cream, candy, pasta. In the past two weeks, I only trained once on the middle weekend and could really feel the effects of all the bloating, swelling, and lack of good fuel.

Even still, I didn’t make a significant change until the day before my scheduled 5K fun run – today. Yesterday, I didn’t restrict volume but focused on nutrition and avoided the ice cream still in my freezer. My dinner was flavourful salmon with zucchini and quinoa. I was purposefully downing water all day.

And then, while getting ready for bed, I realized I’d forgotten to pick up my race package! I emailed the organizers but it was too late. I was disappointed in myself and embarrassed because I’d told a lot of people about the race to keep myself accountable. I have trouble sleeping as is, but even sleeping pills didn’t help last night as I got maybe a total of sporadic restless 6 hours when I need more like 10. (No really, I need a decent 10 hours to hope I won’t yawn all day.) Still, I got up on time, ate breakfast, geared up, and went out to run my own 5K at the same time I would have in the race. I took a new route which was beautiful.

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I felt heavy and tired from minute one but kept moving. According to my Nike + app, I maintained a slow pace of 11:30/mile pretty consistently. Half-way, I stopped to walk for one minute. I stopped for a minute two more times. My stretch goal all along was to complete 3.1 miles in 30 minutes. My more realistic goal set two weeks ago was 35 minutes. I did it in 37. 

I know there were a lot of things I could have done better. And I still have a long way to go. Yet I’m thoroughly proud of where I am today. I refused to make excuses, for the most part, and that’s a big one. I could have not done it and said I did, but I didn’t cheat myself that way. I stuck to my deadline, no matter how hard I made doing that for myself. And I felt amazing walking home and stretching drenched in sweat. I know I pushed myself and that’s what it’s really about, exercise for total wellness, not missing my goal by 2 minutes.

Still… I do work in business and I do like numbers, so:

Environment: sunny 25 degrees Celcius (82 F) on paved paths along the river starting at 9am

Distance: 3.11 miles in 37 minutes for an average pace just under 12 minutes/mile, fastest being 10 mpm and slowest (3 times walking) 15

My current size: 5’5.5″ tall and 168.8 lbs, proportionate body distribution (aside from a self-proclaimed abnormally long torso and admittedly large breasts) with a 36.5 inch waist at the bellybutton (largest point for sure!) 

Next Steps:

  • Run 30 minutes or 5K three times per week
  • Cross condition with strength training, yoga, swimming, etc.
  • Nourish my mind and body for a happy healthy life

I Want Comfort more than Success…at this moment

Every time I make an unhealthy choice, I know I’m being unhealthy by choice. As much as I enjoy being strong and idealize “active lifestyles”, I’m more comfortable curling up on my couch. As much as I feel lighter and clearer eating nutritious foods, I really just want to escape into a sugar coma now – even knowing it makes tomorrow less comfortable in a heavier body with foggy mind and sodium swollen limbs.

I had planned to jog tonight after work, then conveniently decided at the end of the workday I’d push it to tomorrow morning. This opened up the evening to gorge on ice cream and reality TV. I’m dreading the impact on my jog and overall day tomorrow and so on.

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I’ve been stuck in this cycle for over a week. As much as I wish I were happy and healthy, it’s much easier to settle for comfort and indulgence. This is the choice I’m making tonight. I may make it again tomorrow and every day for the next two weeks until I have to confront my issues and move past this insane cycle. I’m the kid left home alone for the first time going wild with limited freedom.

Now for my beloved lists forever ingrained in me from working in HR…

Lessons Learned:

  • I am the one making the decision toward or away from health and a life I value.
  • I feel better when I comfort myself the best way I know how – I just need to develop better ways for the future.
  • Ice cream makes me feel gross and break out; it’s not worth it.

Action Items:

  • DO NOT beat myself up and give up or rebound into a strict program.
  • DO jog tomorrow for 25 minutes without stopping.
  • DO take it day by day.

So very many scars to exfoliate

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I didn’t cry at my dad’s memorial. We didn’t see each other cry at any point when he was dying.

I didn’t cry when I said goodbye to my boyfriend, moving across the country permanently for work. He had the most heartwarming endearing tears.

I didn’t cry when all the kids were bawling farewells at summer camp, or when my friend came out as gay in a pile of tears and group hugs, or when there is serious tragedy for many as with the violence in Egypt.

I don’t even cry when I withdraw into depression, because I don’t really feel sad. The world is bland misery and I’m numb to annoying emotions, just passing the time with entertainment and minimal possible discomfort.

Except a few months ago I started crying all the time and it’s always when I’m watching something that my former self would never imagine inducing waterworks: Katy Perry’s divorce in her documentary; Glee songs about friendship; that idiot running to rescue that weirdo in Girls; a stoic father’s tears of pride for his grownup son.

Writing about it now, I’ve got a goddamn rock in my throat and the dampest cheeks I can remember, ever.

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I quite honestly began feeling the full spectrum of feelings for the first time as an adult. Part of it may have been purely being worn down, raw and exposed, but I’ve been here before and I couldn’t force myself to release this pain – and I tried. Crying is one of the most intense forms of liberation I’ve had the pleasure to experience and I am soaking it up with deep thirst. I think it’s a good sign I may be finally getting my brain chemical concoction right.

I’m crying for the loss of my dad now,  a decade later: the absence of his love and pride and knowing me as I am today, being a part of my life, giving me advice, being there for my mom. He never met any of my boyfriends and he was gone before I chose my career.

I’m crying about distance from the people I love as well. If anything at the time, it was a relief for an excuse to relax more alone. With the ability to appreciate nature and people and all that good stuff again….I want that palpable camaraderie I had one year in high school and one year in elementary school. I want that soothing embrace and sweet kiss I let myself enjoy when I was finally my true self with my boyfriend.

In conclusion, I’m a happy lady to finally get my cry on. May I never forget the joy of opening up to both the good and bad; never succumb to that grey fog again.

Jumping back into healthy habits after one week was high-jacked by unhealthy coping mechanisms

I ran, had a good talk, and enjoyed the sunshine today. Yet still my depression is a problem. I holed myself up in my apartment and gained about 3 lbs this past week.

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Where I’ve been allowing through on commitments at work, where I was consistently progressing through 6 weeks of the Couch to 5K program, last week was the opposite.

My boyfriend and I started Couch to 5K together when he lived with me for 7 weeks this summer. The last time we jogged together before he returned to his city, I was proud to complete 2.4 miles in 25 minutes non-stop. The next day, we walked over 10 km around the beautiful river. We made meals together, mainly stir-fry, pasta, or wraps with a lot of veggies. He kept the apartment clean while I went to work and welcomed me home with a smile, hug, and interest in what I have to say. I dressed up for him and expressed my love for him more openly than ever.

I was on edge in the days leading up to my boyfriend’s departure, indulging in take-out, candy, and curling up on the couch watching movie after movie, TV show after TV show. The day he left, I felt sad we may never live together this way again. At the same time, my anxiety was (is) building over big changed coming in September. He was amazing telling me how much he loves me and squeezing me tight, yet I couldn’t shake my feelings of disappointment and abandonment as he rushed around packing.

I did my best to make his time here wonderfully unforgettable and pushed back my irrational emotions in order to avoid ruining it that last day. As soon as he went to the airport, I inhaled any sweet food in the kitchen. I’d been minimizing dairy because it makes me stuffy and pimply, but dove right back into a tub of ice cream a day. It was a desperate reach for comfort and escape.

With the weekend, without immediate work stress, I can step back a bit. I see how much my boyfriend sincerely loves me and wants the best for me. I recognize I went from running 1 minute at a time to 25 minutes at a time in 6 weeks. I proved to myself I can burn 14l bs in 7 weeks in a sustainable way without strict eating. I didn’t fall down because my actions weren’t working – I lay down willingly in fear of painful feelings. Therefore, I am more than capable of taking back control over my physical and mental health.

Today, I slept until 9am. I downed a few glasses of water and oatmeal with blueberries while watching Extreme Makeover Weight Loss edition (it was a good one ending in a Jewish vows renewal!). And then, 8 days since my last run, I pushed myself to jog for 25 minutes straight. I only completed 2 miles in that time, but continued walking to finish 3.1 miles in 40 minutes. It was a great sunny day and I was actually happy to be out exercising, despite how exhausted and pained my body screamed.

So in true HR management fashion, I’ll conclude with the following…

Lessons Learned:

  • Too much TV, isolation, and compulsive eating makes Sarah a dull girl; also, uncomfortable, irritable and overall less me
  • Too many rules, high standards and obsessive thinking make Sarah a ball of nerves unable to enjoy the moment and destined to rebound binge
  • I need to relearn how to process emotions and manage them productively so I can lead a fulfilling life

Action Items:

  • Jog 2-3 more times in the coming week, each time totalling 3.1 miles, aiming for a continuously faster average pace
  • Run in 5K race on August 25th with the goal of completing it in 35 minutes (stretch goal is 30 minutes!)
  • Consider registering for another 5K so there is a concrete timeline for maintaining and improving my running

Happy Outdoors

Have you heard of Highly Sensitive People? I don’t know how much I buy into the label, but I certainly relate to irritability of the senses (bright lights drive me wild) and appreciation for beauty (nice nature soothes my soul). Image