Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sports...
I miss playing.
Triathlon felt like a sport. It thrilled me because all three aspects were new to me. And I actually wanted to improve my skills.
I am struggling to find this running mojo in me.
Today I am buying a tape measure.
NYE is tommorow. I will definitely go to the gym on NYE and on New Years's Day. I haven't been to the gym since Christmas!!! Oh dear. I think it takes a major holiday to get me to go to the gym. I get a huge thrill out of that for some reason.
Why am I buying a tape measure?
To keep track of my body measurements.
I am embarking on a 3 days a week 30 minutes a day fitness routine for 6 weeks.
This PALES in comparison to what I used to do. I remember last year I would take two or three consecutive intense classes in a row. I would take sword fighting, followed by kickboxing followed by spinning. Or I would swim, strength train, then take a spinning class. I guess I was crazy. Now my philosophy is eat well some of the time, and exercise only 30mins. Maybe the word is burn out. Maybe the word is SAD. I think the word is definitely EXCUSES!
Triathlon felt like a sport. It thrilled me because all three aspects were new to me. And I actually wanted to improve my skills.
I am struggling to find this running mojo in me.
Today I am buying a tape measure.
NYE is tommorow. I will definitely go to the gym on NYE and on New Years's Day. I haven't been to the gym since Christmas!!! Oh dear. I think it takes a major holiday to get me to go to the gym. I get a huge thrill out of that for some reason.
Why am I buying a tape measure?
To keep track of my body measurements.
I am embarking on a 3 days a week 30 minutes a day fitness routine for 6 weeks.
This PALES in comparison to what I used to do. I remember last year I would take two or three consecutive intense classes in a row. I would take sword fighting, followed by kickboxing followed by spinning. Or I would swim, strength train, then take a spinning class. I guess I was crazy. Now my philosophy is eat well some of the time, and exercise only 30mins. Maybe the word is burn out. Maybe the word is SAD. I think the word is definitely EXCUSES!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
How to go from couch potato to marathon runner in ten months???
I am definitely going to run the marathon next year. What am I doing to get there???
nothing.
except dreaming.
I'm one of those people who has a hard time imagining something beyond the present day so most of my training is short term. I don't understand how people can train all year for something. I'm slowly learning I guess. I've been a last minute person for the past ten years and to unlearn that is proving to be notsoeasy.
Am I even exercising?
I run once a week with my 5k running group. Otherwise, not really. In April I will start running more with my group - 3 times a week. Till then I'm taking it easy.
I haven't been on a scale since February 2007. I love my body as it is and somehow don't exercise for appearance anymore. It's all about function and form and fun now. Too bad I'm in an industry where looks matter. I just may have to succumb and start stepping up my routines next year so I can get that Halle Berry body.
It's more about training my mind. One step at a time. Gonna get to that finish line. It's not a finish line - it's just the beginning.
nothing.
except dreaming.
I'm one of those people who has a hard time imagining something beyond the present day so most of my training is short term. I don't understand how people can train all year for something. I'm slowly learning I guess. I've been a last minute person for the past ten years and to unlearn that is proving to be notsoeasy.
Am I even exercising?
I run once a week with my 5k running group. Otherwise, not really. In April I will start running more with my group - 3 times a week. Till then I'm taking it easy.
I haven't been on a scale since February 2007. I love my body as it is and somehow don't exercise for appearance anymore. It's all about function and form and fun now. Too bad I'm in an industry where looks matter. I just may have to succumb and start stepping up my routines next year so I can get that Halle Berry body.
It's more about training my mind. One step at a time. Gonna get to that finish line. It's not a finish line - it's just the beginning.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I have a dream to run a marathon!!!
I'm running along the lovely streets of Toronto, running on Yonge Street, pacing my beautiful self so well, barely sweating, staying strong...I'm wearing this sexy tanktop that I have endowed with gorgeous artwork. The shirt says www.marathonrunnerwannabe.blogspot.com and at the back it says, African by birth, radiant by heart. I'm steadily progressing at least 6 miles per hour and running all through the city with folks cheering me on shouting "Go African!"
I feel like I can fly! Wow!!! I'm running along Eastern Avenue and suddenly I see huge lime green posters with flourescent orange lettering "Run, African, Run!" "We all love you!" and my family is right there on the sidewalk cheering for me with these lively signs!! My brother Tariro is pulling faces to try and make me smile! I smile and wave and accelerate to 6.5 mph. Wow!!! This is amazing. I run past my house and all the way on the Martin Goodman trail. I can see Lake Ontario, the weather is mild and the sunshine is peeking slightly through the clouds. A perfect autumn day with carpets of pretty leaves of brown and orange hues decorating my city, Toronto. Suddenly I can see the finish line! Wow- I accelerate - 7mph. I am African girl-goalsetter, goalachiever. Now I am a marathoner. I am blessed and beautiful. I cross the finish line. I'm flying and crying with joy!!! My friends and family are there to hug me and give me lovely Evian spring water...I have arrived to this leg of my journey. I can rest for a moment, but as N.Mandela said- "I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended"
This race is a journey of love. A race to honor those living and gone. For my friend and running partner's father who passed in 2008, for my relatives who have passed on, for the peace I have in my path, for my family, for being true to myself, for strength and vision. For dreams. For shine!
One year from now, I will be a marathon runner. This blog will document my journey from couch potato to marathon runner...Read, encourage, cheer me on!
I feel like I can fly! Wow!!! I'm running along Eastern Avenue and suddenly I see huge lime green posters with flourescent orange lettering "Run, African, Run!" "We all love you!" and my family is right there on the sidewalk cheering for me with these lively signs!! My brother Tariro is pulling faces to try and make me smile! I smile and wave and accelerate to 6.5 mph. Wow!!! This is amazing. I run past my house and all the way on the Martin Goodman trail. I can see Lake Ontario, the weather is mild and the sunshine is peeking slightly through the clouds. A perfect autumn day with carpets of pretty leaves of brown and orange hues decorating my city, Toronto. Suddenly I can see the finish line! Wow- I accelerate - 7mph. I am African girl-goalsetter, goalachiever. Now I am a marathoner. I am blessed and beautiful. I cross the finish line. I'm flying and crying with joy!!! My friends and family are there to hug me and give me lovely Evian spring water...I have arrived to this leg of my journey. I can rest for a moment, but as N.Mandela said- "I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended"
This race is a journey of love. A race to honor those living and gone. For my friend and running partner's father who passed in 2008, for my relatives who have passed on, for the peace I have in my path, for my family, for being true to myself, for strength and vision. For dreams. For shine!
One year from now, I will be a marathon runner. This blog will document my journey from couch potato to marathon runner...Read, encourage, cheer me on!
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