Just Keep Showing Up - 1 Month Completed

Yesterday marked the completion of my first four weeks (month) of CrossFit. I joined on the urging of a friend, frightened of what I might find there and strongly believing that I was not capable. I was afraid peoplel would point and laugh -- instead what I have found is a wonderful coach and great people who have supported me instead of laughed. I have found out that not only am I capable, but that only when pushed do I rise to the challenge... 

So after four weeks you would think I have lost a ton of weight, right? Well you would be completely wrong. But if you keep reading you will see that health is about so much more than that number on the scale.

Total pounds lost : 0.7 pounds

But, there is so much more going on under the surface -- all seen thanks to my bodyfat scale.  

Total pound of lean muscle added: 5 pounds

Total pounds of fat lost: 5.7 pounds  

Total inches lost from a combination of bust, waist, abdomen, hips, and arms:  9.5 inches  

Has it been easy ... nope! It fact I started out with more things I couldnt do, then things Icould do. My coach Ryan quickly modified every workout for me, making it something that I could accomplish and could succeed at. He never took it easy on me, but also never had me do things that either hurt my back or were above my skill level. But I sure got a workout ... and I sweated ... LOTS! But literally every single workout required some modification for me ... 

Burpees became  push up on my knees 

Pull Ups became  assisted pull ups with 2 bands 

Double Unders became  single jump ropes 

Hanstand Push ups became  overhead presses 

You get the drift ... but slowly progress was seen.

The first time I rowed 1000m I thought I was doing to literally die right there on the rower. The second time although it was less than fun, I was able to keep a better pace and die a little bit less.

I started out with a 32# clean lift ... last week I did a whole workout of the day with a 52# clean lift (lifted 56 times) and Saturday I did 62# clean for 2 reps and a 72# clean for 1 rep.

I can jerk press, push press, and deadlift 42#

I can overhead press 47# and front squat 32#

I can snatch 40#

One month ago I didnt know what these words even meant!

I can walk into the gym and be greeted by smiles and fist bumps from people who once intimated me completely. They know that I am giving my best and no one makes me feel like I am not working hard just because we are modifying the workout. I am giving my all, my best, which is exactly what they are doing too.

I am so glad that I joined CrossFit. I look forward to seeing what I can accomplish in another month! I love that I now work towards being stronger and modifying things less and less. I love that I measure my fitness in so many more ways than the number on the scale.

Seriously people, if you have not checked out CrossFit what are you waiting for ... best decision I have made in a LOOONG time! I cant wait for the workout tomorrow! It will hurt ... it will suck ... and it will make me a better athlete!  

Re-Birth of a Marathon Dream

** or this could be titled, 15 freaking miles baby! 

Last year in October, I was training for the Disneyworld Marathon (my first) when a leg injury forced me to drop out of the race and down to the half marathon. I was devastated. I wrote a blog entitled "Death of a Marathon Dream" and convinced myself that I would never do a marathon because I was too (insert your excuse here)... fat and slow!

But the desire to do a marathon just did not leave me. That weekend I watched my running friend (and former running partner) complete the marathon, along with many of my friends. I kept thinking... if they can do it, why cant I.

So I signed up for another marathon ... Fox Cities Marathon in Appleton, Wisconsin on September 23rd! I also got me a coach ... the elite and run/walk expert Jeff Galloway himself. I promised to do whatever he said until the marathon date.

The month of April-May I ran four half marathons... including the glorious Jailbreak Half where I blew my PR away by 90 seconds. But following my last half May 20th that was literally cancelled because of the heat and people were dragged off the of course ... my confidence was a bit shaken. Starting on May 21st was the marathon training.

So with this in mind, I set out for my planned 15 mile training run today. The weather was nice, although the longer the run went on the more the wind kicked up. Some direct sun but some clouds. Temp was about 60-70 degrees. 

For the first four miles, I was recommend to try and go very slow with intervals of 10 seconds running and 50 seconds walking. I found the short run intervals VERY annoying and during the walk intervals I tried to just stroll ...

At mile 3.7 I crossed a street and headed down a trail. I settled into my usual run/walk intervals and I felt amazing... I was easily turning in optimal mile times, if not running a little bit too fast. Everything was falling into place nicely.

At 6.5 it was the turn around point on the trail and I headed back. Wnd ... wind... and more wind ... definately hampered my times. But I focused on my cadence and the music on my iPod and tried to just relax. I was NOT racing ... just out for a leisurely stroll... yeah right!

At mile 9 my husband met me at the end of the trail with cold water and Gatorade. Note to self, if the temp is not over 70 degrees do not freeze the Gatorade ... I was thirsty about a mile later and everything was still frozen!

Mile 9 until 11 I headed off on the Thrivent road into the wind. The road is known by me as the "I quit trail" because I had many summer training runs that the heat would hit me by this point and I couldnt pass through the trail. Its a very long road that just winds and curves and quite frankly you can never tell where you are on the road. I hate that road...

But I slowly plodded along that road ... and a wave of happiness hit me when I finished that road. I turned and headed down another trail ... slow and sure and steady. Mile 11.5, I realized I was hungry ... ok not hungry but starving! Super duper hungry ... about a quarter mile later I was completely sick to my stomach. I walked it out until the end of the trail for the next quarter mile. Up the hill and to the light post.

I stopped at the light post and just turned my face into the wind. I stood there for a while, took a Gu, and then looked at my Garmin and thought... 2.5 miles to go, you got this. And I head up the road (and a slow incline) to my home destination!

The Jesus Hill loomed in front of me about a mile up the road. I promised myself that I could walk up the hill if I just would keep running intervals until I got to the base of the hill. I was struggling mightily, but I just kept plodding on. Then a great song came on, and gave me the motivation to finish .... 

For The Love of the Game by Pillar 

Consumed by reputation, it’s what they say that gets you down
You find new motivation, inside this new love that you’ve found
It’s now your navigation, to keep your head engaged oh yeah
Your final destination keeps you focused on the win
 
Count me in, but don’t count me out
You can’t shut me up, you can’t shut me down
Fight through the hurt, fight through the pain
Without the ache there is no gain
We live our lives – for the love of the game
 
And we will rise, this is our time
Don’t let the changes of our lifetime pass us by
And we will rise, this is our time
We’ll give this everything we’ve got – for the love of the game
 
Reach for new elevation, and see just how high we can go
Full blown determination we will us further than we know.
My own anticipation keeps the fire from burning out
It’s time for domination; no one will ever take us down

 

I walked up the Jesus hill ... ran down the hill on the other side and then walked up mini-Jesus hill. I then was able to run intervals all of the way back to my car and finished ... 15 freaking miles baby!

My time was 3 hours and 41 minutes for a pace of 14:45/mile. Yes, I am probably capable of doing a bit better, but I just kept telling myself slow and steady... slow and steady. When I got back to my car I felt a bit dizzy ... but after 1 1/2 bottles of G2 I felt awesome. I posted the run to Facebook and laid down on the ground to put my feet up ... the rush of happiness hit me (ok and exhaustion too)...I just wanted to lay there forever! 

Eventually I got up ... and was craving Tuna Casserole. Stopped at the grocery store to pick some up. Walked past some blueberry muffins but since I dont like them they did not tempt me... all of the sudden my brain screamed at me ... I WANT MUFFINS! I asked the clerk would it be ok to eat one before paying for it ... he said ok but just looked at me like I was crazy.

I stopped at the Deli to get some kabobs. This guy looked at me eating my muffin ... looked me up and down, chortled and said "wow, you couldnt even wait to get home eh." I wanted to punch him, but I was soooo enjoying the muffin. I looked him dead in the eye and said "well after my 15 mile run this morning my body needed some fuel." He didnt say anything more ... but after he walked away the other guy next to me said "wow great run ... and uhh that guy is a douche."

Ya know, before that stuff would have bothered me ...today I did not care! Because the marathon dream is alive and well ... and I finished 15 freaking miles. Two weeks until I go to 17 miles ... and yes the concept of that terrifies me ... but another thought I had while running -- if it was easy, everyone would be doing it -- and "training" would not be necessary!

Sooooo ... one major hurdle completed. The rest we will just take day by day. Only 3/12 months to the marathon ... and almost exactly 6 months until the Goofy challenge (with my bestie RunningAggie)!  

Can I Bottle This One Forever (Jailbreak Half)

Well remember that half marathon that I was so excited for last weekend ... and remember how it did not quite go the way that I wanted. Well all of my friends were running this little "Jailbreak Half Marathon" in the middle of nowhere and they encouraged me to do it. Since I am perhaps the most easily suggestible person in the world, and after last weekend's run, I was dying for a chance to redeem myself, so I was really thinking about it. 

Finding out the weather was going to be 40s with light rain was just icing on the cake. You see, call me crazy but all of my PRs (5K, 5 mile, 10K, and Half marathon) have all occurred when it was cloudy. I have yet to have any PRs yet with the sun out...

So even though this would be my second half in 6 days (and will be my third in 2 weeks after next weekend), something told me I wanted to do this one. I asked my friend about the hills (one big hill that lasted about 1/2 mile) and checked out the elevation. Seemed doable ... so I signed up. 

This morning I drove out into the middle of no where to meet my friends. I got there JUST in time to see the marathoners take off and be able to give one of my favorite running friends Amy a big high five as she started her race.

 I steadied myself for the race start. Reminded myself of the plan -- go out slow, slower than you think you need to. Planned to take the first 4 miles about 10 seconds under pace and then hold the rest of the miles right on pace. No matter what ... slow down in the beginning. 

So we are off and it is a HUGE struggle to hold myself back. I swear I felt like I had to walk in place (not really but you know). Shortly after the first half mile I look back and there is one person behind me and I can only see one person in front of me. I had mentally prepared myself for coming in last for this race -- so I was NOT going to chase anyone down, I was just going to run my race. So I just settled in ... and for the first four miles I was right on my goals.

About 2 miles the rain started -- first freezing rain that actually hurt as it hit you (and froze your neck) but then switched to just a diffuse but light rain.

Mile 3 started the long trudge uphill. Usually when it comes to hills, I psych myself out, feel like I need to walk up the hills, etc. Not this time.... I refused. I continued my standard run/walk intervals REFUSING to take an extra break. After about 0.7 miles there was a huge downhill... I FLEW downhill because there was no way I was going to be able to stop and walk.

The miles just kept flying by.  And I just kept hitting my goals.  And the rain kept falling, and falling, and falling. And of course the music kept playing ... those of you who read my blogs regularly know how much music motivates me. You never know what song will resonate with you on what day ... today at about mile 7 it was Courageous by Counting Crowns ... yes its Christian rock but well sometimes those songs are motivating. 

we were made to be courageous

we were made to lead the way
we could be the generation that finally breaks the chains

we were made to be courageous
we were made to be courageous

we were warriors on the front lines,
standing unafraid.
but now we're watchers on the side lines,
while our families slip away.
where are you men of courage?
you were made for so much more.
let the pounding of our hearts cry,

we will serve the Lord. 

For some reason I just felt good with this song today! The miles and miles kept flying by. I felt great -- I was hitting my time goals and better yet I felt as if I could run forever. Around this time, the woman who was behind me passed me up ... and I let her. I was NOT running her race, I was running mine. I was single minded. 

Around mile 9ish I was struggling a bit and my favorite "get me up" song just happened to come on. Papa Roach .... to be loved. Now in MY mind I just skip that part of the song ... I like the never give up part!

Listen up, turn it up and rock it out
party on, I wanna hear you scream and shout
this is real, as real as it gets
I came to get down to get some fucking respect
taking it back to hardcore level
you better be ready, put your pedal to the metal
taking it back to hardcore level
you better be ready, put your pedal to the metal.

Go!

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

I was starting to fade a bit but I was determined to not give in. Mile 11 was a bit of a struggle, but I was only off of pace by 30 seconds. I knew I had a super fast mile 4 so those 2 offset each other. Beginning of mile 12 another odd song pops on Lemonade Mouth, Here We Go. 

Be heard, Be strong, Be proud
I wanna make some noise
Stand up, Come on, Be loud
We're gonna raise our voice
Come on, Come on, Come on
You gotta hear me now
You gotta hear me now
You gotta hear me now

Hey now
we no longer wait around
My team stronger than weights now
Keeps on growing
Our muscles keeps on showing

We came here to make a change
We came here to rearrange
We came here cause we believe

We came here cause we achieve, yeah

For some reason this song was resonating with my emotions, but also the beat was perfect for my sad tired legs. The last half mile I just had the same dang song on repeat. Rev Theory Hell Yeah

Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
And gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
Get ready to go
She ain't movin' slow
She's takin' control
Pushin' the pedal to the floor
I'm beggin' for more

You better hold on tight

Ok, so this song is not about running but heck Ill take what I can get.

I knew as I was turning into the final turn, that the PR was within site ... and cracking 3:10 my miracle dream time was also a possibility ... At the last quarter mile, I thankfully see Boyd (my friend Amy's husband) standing outside the gates in his trnch coat. He starts running it in with me. With the finish line in sight I tried to run it out, but I was out of breath. I stopped to walk, taking two steps, yelled at myself (pretty sure it was swear words but dont remember what I said.... and sprinted it into the finish line. 

I crossed the finish line with a time I have only dreamed of. I finished in 3:10:18!!

PR BABY! Now here is a secret ... my PR in Chicago you will remember was with my running coach right next to me for the whole race pacing me. I secretly started to believe it was not a "fair" time ya know... that I was just not capable. My PR was 3:11:56 and in my other halves I had finished in 3:13, 3:14, and recently 3:12. See I dreamed of that PR but wasnt honestly sure I could do it.

But I did ... and then some. Smashing that PR by more than 1min and 40 seconds!! 

Another funny though -- although I told about the "one" hill, lemme tell you the whole course was just rolling hills -- up and down ... and up and up and then down a bit. Since I fear hills and never think I am "tough enough" had I seen the course prior to the race, I dont think I would have signed up.

And the last thing... I did not take ANY extra walk breaks up hills. No chickening out for me. For the whole race I took 2 non-scheduled walk breaks and both were to drink Gatorade from a water station! This is a huge victory for me....

Now its on to Pittsburgh next weekend (just for fun) and then Cellcom in 2 weeks and then it starts marathon training!

Thanks so much my great running friends who waited for me at the finish line despite the poor weather. Boyd gave me the trench coat ... and Luann for holding me up and walking around with me for 5-10 minutes after the race! I have great friends...

Then after I got to go to a friends house and spend a great afternoon with my running friends. Joined by my other friend and her friend who finished the FULL marathon.

I love my friends ... I am very proud of myself. I would have never met these people without my attention to a fit lifestyle. Friends just remember this blog the next time you are drama'd about the number on the scale. Living a fit and healthy lifestyle is MORE than that number -- its about sooooo much more! 

My Tenth Half (Oshkosh Half)

I really wish I could get to the point that I can see my sucesses instead of seeing the failures. I think that is part of growing up, gaining confidence, and becoming used to the new me. But, its a part that I continue to struggle with. More on this later... 

As I posted before, my husband has taken up running in the last few months and he runs about 3-4 miles 4-5 times per week. He decided last night that he wanted to try and run a half marathon without doing any of the training for it. I guess part of me is jealous. Everything just comes so easy to him. Of course without training he ran a 2:30 which is a time I will probably never see! I do love that man, but its not fair. And of course I am jealous that he doesnt have the medical ailments that I do (he has a colon, he doesnt have asthma, etc). But ... I am still proud of him all the same.

So husband and I take off ... at 6:15am. I am not happy about this because I specifically said 6am ... and he specifically blew off my time saying "I dont wanna stand outside forever." Well we barely made the start line and no one had time to use the bathroom. Apparently he had to pee for the whole race ... so after the race he told me "we will make sure to get to the races early in the future." LOL, he didnt admit I was right ... but close enough!

The race started and I was feeling strong. I noticed right away that I had lined up too far back, and that there really werent any runners around me. The field thinned out quickly and I settled into a pace. At mile 3 I realized that was the fastest 3 miles I had ever run. I tried to pull it back ... but didnt really have alot of success doing that. At mile 6.2 I realized I just PR'd my 10K and I again tried to pull it back. I REALLY need to do a better job pacing myself.

 At mile 9 I just crashed ... I could not make myself run. The super duper extra walk breaks started and I was walking more than I was running. The race seemed endless. This really upset me because usually at this point in a race I am feeling great! Mile 10 I tried to pick it back up, but then mile 11 I crashed again. I struggled to even move foreward. 

Mile 12 I turned the corner and headed for home. The road seemed just endless. I was trying to hold on the best that I could. I was slowing down ... slower and slower. I was doing everything I could to keep going ... one foot in front of another. The bridge was at mile 12.8 and I walked up the bridge but promised myself I would run down the bridge. 

 I ran ... and ran and ran ... last year I ran it out from the bridge but this year I just couldnt do it. I had to walk for a few seconds before the big sprint to the finish line. As I was approaching the finish line I thought I saw some friends holding signs, and through my dehydrated daze I remember thinking "oh those arent for me!"

I prepared for my sprint in. I set my sights on two walkers that had been ahead of me the whole race and I started to close the gap -- and yes beat them at the end. I crossed the finish line exhausted. And that was when I realized I had my own cheering squad. My husband was standing there with my good friend 42hockeymom (Lisa) and her daughter. And yes... the signs were for me.

There were 2 signs 

#1 made by her daughter said: AnnMarie sweat is the new black

#2 made by my friend said: I can because I can (the Team Opus slogan) with a picture of a penguin and on the bottom it said "Inspiring since 2011"

I literally cried at the finish line! I have never had signs for me ... or any friends who were not running the race who cared enough to come and see my finish... I am truly touched and blessed!  

Now the time ... my goal was to break the 3:10 barrier. And up until mile 10 I was perfectly on pace to break that. My next goal was to PR ... and I missed it by 14 seconds.

Now the struggle -- half of me is proud of myself. This was the second fastest half marathon I have ever run ... and the other half of me is devastated that I did not break my PR dangit. If I would have just taken a few less walk breaks I would have had it. My pacing was terrible though -- and in the end that is the what hurt me the most.

But I guess I have to be happy with it. It was truly my best ... apparently I am enough to inspire others even if I didnt PR! And ... I did beat last years time by 4 1/2 minutes!

One Year Ago

One year ago I wrote a blog about running my second half marathon -- the Oshkosh half marathon. I dedicated songs to each of my wonderful MFP friends. And just like life ... lots of things have changed since then. Some of those people are no longer a crucial part of my life, other people I have met in the last year who are my world, and others who I have gotten even closer to in the last year. 

During the Oshkosh half marathon last year, there was freezing rain, sleet, hail, and snow along with the wind. I finished the race ... turned in an awesome time for me... and almost got hypothermia in the process. But I still finished.  

This year I am not going to dedicate songs to anyone, I am just simply going to compare last year to this year.

Last year I arrived at the start line 248 pounds. I was nervous if I could even finish the race. I had to dedicate songs to people because I needed a reason to run. I was scared ... so scared ... and nervous that I would not make it.

This year I will arrive at the start line 233 pounds. I am no longer nervous that I wont finish because I have run nine other half marathons. I am 100% in control of myself tomorrow. I am not just hoping to finish, but I am hoping to PR! I made a playlist of songs, not songs that make me happy, but songs that PUSH me to keep a faster cadence.

This last year has been a rough one for me. Just read my blog "Death of a Marathon Dream" that I wrote in October. I did the rehab ... I did the physical therapy ... and I am back stronger than ever. Ok so I have a bit of a shin splints problem, but I am working through it and I am NOT going to let that stop me! 

 Last year I was hoping to break into the world of running and this year I am firmly in the middle of it. I have friends that qualified and ran the Boston Marathon. I have a friend who won the 50 mile race last year, and yet texted me good luck tomorrow on my goal to break 3:10. Yes this is nothing to her, but a true friend recognizes the struggled of others. I have friends who actually pace for the Cliff Bar team. Seriously some of the most elite runners in our area... are my friends? Is this an alternate universe?... 

And what I realize, when I hang out with the wonderful people above, is that they are inspired by my struggle. They are inspired by my positive attitude, and lastly that they all started out slow and heavy too ... even though you wouldnt believe it to look at them now. This means there is hope for me someday too ... right?

For now I am just happy being me. I ran into a friend at the expo today who I have not seen in months and she texted me tonight and said "wow you look great -- and soo happy." And yes thats me ... I am becoming more confident in myself, my appearance. And that ... is even better than weight loss in my book!

Thanks to all of my friends for supporting me in my journey along the way. :) 

Walt Disney Half Marathon Weekend

Well, it was finally here! A weekend that both filled me with sadness and happiness; a weekend that made me marvel at what a body can do, but frustrate me at what a body was unable to do. A weekend that I hoped would live up to the hype. I chose to be happy with what I was able to do, instead of sad of what I could not do. Sure, the quadriceps injury in November knocked me out of the marathon, but amazingly I was going to do the half.

I think a lot of people would have given up with the number of injuries and road blocks I had. One month from the start of the race I hurt my back, herniating three discs in my back. Two weeks before the race I had a spinal injection – it worked – and instead of having to sit out the race, I decided to attempt it. I mean if I had to, I could always pull out, right?

My old running partner even sent me a text message saying he was “dogging it” for the half marathon … implying that he wanted to run with me. I agreed, reminding him that I was not going for a time goal.

We met up at about 4:15 in the morning, checked our bags, and started the LOOONG walk to the start line. Yes, it was a big race and thus we waited well over an hour for our chance to start.

As the race started, I realized I felt pretty good. We trotted along, running and walking. Passing people, congratulating people, and having people chat with us. We encouraged people and people encouraged us. We stopped at mile markers for pictures … and marveled at the costumes that people were running in.

I was hanging in pretty good despite really no training and no road time for the 2 months prior. At mile 11.5 I started to cramp up pretty good. I had to make a decision, push through it, or just pull it back knowing that wasn’t my day. My running partner tried hard to push me, but I failed to see the point in it. You see, I was just happy to be here, just happy to finish. I was injured, I didn’t train … and yet my time was only about 5 mins off of my PR anyways. I was happy with my result.

We had a great time chatting with people. Every once in a while a good song would come on my iPod and I would sing along (and make people laugh). My fav songs were “I’m sexy and I know it” and a little known song called “Determinate.” The latter came on around mile 10 and I found myself just struck with the lyric “push it till you cant, and then demand more.”

I could have quit … but I would have missed this amazing weekend. I finished the race despite injury, I reconnected with my old running partner, and I met some amazing people. I met an online friend in person who lives in Florida and uses the Galloway method like me. She started out slower and has finished 4 marathons in the last couple of years. She inspires me like no one else, and its like looking in a mirror, knowing that I can achieve that too. I met my best MFP buddy slimyfishy in person and it was like we had known eachother for our whole lives. I met another online friend for dinner on Monday night and we stayed up chatting until 1am. None of this was planned, but it made the whole weekend amazing and an experience I will never forget.

Oh and at the expo … I met Jeff Galloway. I got a handshake from Jeff Galloway … and a picture … and oh yeah, a HUG! My life is pretty much complete!

Watching the marathon finish on Sunday was amazing. I literally stood out there for 2 hours cheering on people I have never met. And what it taught me … I CAN do it. I WILL do it!

So my plans: first marathon in September … Wine and Dine Half Marathon in November, then its time to get GOOFY for January 2013. Yep you heard it … half on Saturday and a full on Sunday. Can I do it? Stay tuned… but I think if you believe in yourself  and you are determined you can do anything you want! 

Is Your Life a Sitcom or a Movie

As 2011 is coming to a close, naturally we start to think about what will happen to us in the next year. What goals will we achieve and how will we ever reach our goals? As I was driving home tonight, I was completely struck by a podcast from a company that I regularly listen to (thanks to Motivation to Move for the idea for this blog).

Is your life a sitcom or a movie?

Well by definition, a sitcom is stagnant. The characters are who the characters are, and nothing really changes. Events happen to the characters and the show is about how they deal with those events, but at the end of the show pretty much everything is back to normal, the way it was when the show started. Think about it, when does the sitcom get old; when the characters finally age because then the same stories cannot be told. The Simpsons is longest running sitcom …because the characters never have to age.

By definition, a movie has to change. There is a beginning of the movie when the hero reluctantly realizes that they are going to have to overcome some situation. Whether they want to or not, change is going to occur. The whole movie is how they deal with the change, and haven’t we all heard the phrase “nothing is ever going to be the same.” At the end of the movie, the main character is changed (usually for the better).

So is your life a sitcom or a movie?

My life used to be a sitcom. You could have made a laugh track for the poor job I did taking care of myself. Crazy job with crazy hours, check! No time for exercise, check! No lunch and living off of junk food, check! Massive weight gain, check! I devoted 100% of my life to my job … and situations just happened to me. Sure I tried to lose weight, but just like a sitcom I would fail and return to my old lifestyle of skipping lunch, cappuccino, and sitting around on the couch in exhaustion.

In 2010 my life became a movie. You see that job that I devoted 100% of my life to … well it left me. My practice was sold … and I was left without a job. I was the reluctant hero that was going to overcome the evil empire that screwed me over. I was going to triumph (well after I ate a cake and had some bon bons).

Luckily, even though it took me 3 months to find another job, it only took me a few weeks to put down the bon bons. I realized that it was time that I put myself first. I started working out regularly, and started running. Yep this heavy girl (about 270ish at the time) started running. I never thought I would be changed for life.

3 months later I started a new job and I agonized to my MFP friends about how I would continue to live the healthy lifestyle. How would I find the time to work out? How would I find the time to run? Well, one of my favorite phrases is “you don’t find time, you make time.” And that’s what I did… I made time to continue my healthy lifestyle. I was forever changed. Sure, I have times when I don’t always get a perfect workout schedule in, or maybe I choose the wrong foods, but just like a movie … this reluctant hero has triumphed with a great new job and a great new lifestyle never again to return to the old me.

Today I walked away from my job. My life had become too much like a sitcom and it was time to move on. I have done well in the job, and I have done my best, but it time to change my life around again. This time though, I have NO DOUBT that I will make time to get my workouts in.

I can officially admit that I am addicted to exercise. I am addicted to the high of making my body accomplish something I didn’t think it could. I spent last year working on running half marathons, and focusing more on running. I completed 8 half marathons in 2011 and plan on completing many more in 2012.  But accomplishing running goals is getting to be more sitcom than movie, so again it’s time to mix it up. I have added spinning, yoga, and dance classes and believe that, in the end, this will change me as an athlete as well. I may not be the best at any of them, but I LOVE competing with myself to do it just a little bit better … be stronger, faster, etc.

I refuse to let my life be a sitcom again!

So how about you; is your life a movie or a sitcom? … is it time for a change?...time to shake things up?