God Throws a Bone

I'm pretty sure you don't come to this blog for any type of spiritual enlightenment. Don't worry, you won't get any of that here today.

But I do have to share this. It probably won't even make sense.

Have you ever struggled and struggled with something that causes you so much pain for a long time? The pain doesn't seem to go away, but maybe even gets worse? That lump constantly in your throat or the pit at the bottom of your stomach?

Then all of a sudden, God throws you a bone.

And everything is clear.
Just let it go.
Can it really be that easy?

It is that easy.
And you feel lighter.
Thank you God.

Told you it wouldn't make sense. But it does to me today.

Mas Picturas de Puerto

Dandayamana Dhanurasana - aka Standing Bow pose. Me thinks it can be done anywhere. Anytime. Even on Culebra Beach - one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.

"Raising the Roof" in the El Yunque Rainforest, we ended up at this little (and very COLD) waterfall.

She wore an itsy bitsy teeny weenie....

But with Guns like that....

I just can't do a regular pose, now can I?

Back at Culebra Beach, I discovered the best way to reverse sagging breasts.

The Helmet Ten

It's kinda sketchy when you put your dorky water fanny pack on upside down - TWICE. It reminded me of the time my mom asked about my running helmet. I had a weird feeling that I might actually need a helmet today.

I woke up tight and sore from Bikram last night. But it's a good sore. You know the kind of sore that reminds you there are muscles under there somewhere. However, not so good when you have 10 miles ahead of you. But I did it. Slow as can be = 1:44, burning 1130 calories!!! It was hot a haites, but a beautiful day. Actually going to put my bikini on now and hit the beach with my new InStyle Mag! Sounds like the perfect Saturday.

And the best news of all is that after my run, I hopped on Anita. She told me 134~!~~~ Can you believe it? Of course, after I loaded up on my liquids again, I was up to 135. So that's what I'm claiming. 135. Praise sweet little baby Jesus.

Two weeks until the half marathon. I am not sure if I want to do another 10 next weekend or maybe a shorter run with some hills. I am getting nervous about a hilly race. I was thinking that Portland would be my first traveling race. But DOY - this one is. I will be staying at my grandparents house. Their house is actually ON the race course - so they can chill out on their driveway and hold a fancy banner for me. At least THEY BETTER if they know what's good for them. Anyway, I can use this half as practice for the travel/packing portion. YKWIS?

My friend sent me the rest of the Puerto Rico pics - so I will post those next...

Overbearing Health Freak

I had a friend (won't name any NAMES) who said that I can be a bit overbearing when it comes to running, fitness, eating right, etc.

Here are my thoughts on that:
Sorry charlie -that's just the way I am.
This shit is important to me. Very important.
And honestly, if people don't like it, they can stay away.
Because I want positive people in my life, who are supportive of healthy decisions I make.
So there (Sticks out tongue).

And honestly, I don't think I am THAT over the top about it. I still drink my wines and eat interesting food. I am borderline obsessive/compulsive, I will admit. But there are people that are WAY worse than I am. So that technically puts me in the "normal" category - right?

Maybe I just talk about it too much. But what else is there to talk about? I guess I will have to just blog about it more.

Not related at all to this blog: I had to post a pic of my weekend with my fav baby girls. Gigi - the 2 yr old has this new thing of "modeling" in pics, hence the 'hand to the cheek' move. Baby Gracie hasn't picked up on any modeling skills yet. But she will.

This weekend:

Fri: Bikram & movie night at home
Sat: Run 10 miles & visit prego friend
Sun: ??? Relax - not sure yet. Maybe Bikram again.



Song of the day: I turn my camera on by Spoon

Quick Pics

Home again, home again.

Jiggity Jig.

I'm too tired blog.

I feel like a fat pig.

Lots of fun.
Too much drinking.

Trying new foods.

What was I thinking?

Some pics of the trip

Need to detox from the booze.

And get some rest because

I now have 8 lbs to lose.

9 Miles, Hammies and Oozing Pus

The title says it all, but here's a few more deets...

I did my 9 mile run in today (on the treadmill at the hotel). Let's just say that the love-affair with the treadmill was short lived. The bastardo pulled a fast one on me. He led me to believe that we would have fun together and everything would be peachy. Well NOT so much! By mile 3, we were getting sick of each other. By mile 5, we stopped communicating all together and by mile 8, there was nothing else I wanted more in the world but to get away from the Masochistic Jerk Off. But, I got my 9 miles in - about 1:26 mins or so. I was sooooooo sweaty.

During my run, my legs felt really tired. Which is weird for me - my legs can go for days (in more ways than one - wink wink) and it's usually my lungs or brain that poops out. But my legs were just killing me. I finished up and got off the Death Mill to do my stretches. OUWIE WOWIE. My right hamstring is soooo tight & sore that I can't even touch my toes. So here is my question for you all - how do you know if your muscle is sore from doing dead lifts or if I actually pulled a muscle???

Saving the best for last - I have AT LEAST 15 mosquito bites on my lowers legs. They didn't bother me the day I go them, but the day after they swelled up. This is not unusual for me. I am alergic and get all puffy/swollen from anything that bites me. Well day three has been a real hoot. I was standing in line for lunch at this little sandwich place and feel something dripping down my leg in several places. MY BITES ARE OOZING PUS to the extent that it is actually dripping down my legs. The seepage is seriously disgusting. I'm sure nobody is going to want to SALSA with a seeping girl.

Just weighed myself - the scale is still in it's usual spot. 2 out of 3 goals reached thus far. Tomorrow is my last day of work then the fun shall commence. So the 3rd goal should be reached soon.
Thank you sweet little baby Jesus.

Sneak Peak

Hola Amigos

Went for nice beach walk today - only about 2.5 miles. But my hammies are killin' me from yesterday's weights escapade.

Went into old San Juan today - what a quaint little down. Like a dingbat, I forgot my camera, but had my trusty blackberry. The first pic... you guessed it - a cemetary. It was right on the water and so beautiful. The second pic is just a little cobblestone street. We had tapas on a patio - so fun and delish (not to mention the killer mojito!)

Well, now it's time to work. Wah.

(PS: Sorry about the weird spacing. Blogger is having issues. All the blogger instructions and stuff in in spanish here - hee hee. Oh and spell check is Spanish, so forgive me if there are spelling errors).

Treadmill Tryst

I hate to admit this... but
I had FUN on the treadmill today.

Really, I did.
It was like a date with an old friend that went really well - not that I would know.

I haven't run on a treadmill in long while, but being that I don't really know the area yet, it seemed like the safest thing to do.

I hopped on and put it on the old setting I used to do. And it was sooo easy so I sped up. I was running an 8:30 mile for 2 miles! I am always in the high 9's so this was great.

Then I decided to switch it up and do some hills so I did 2 miles of hill intervals and it was FUN.
Am I losing my mind?

I was sweating like a banshee. Not that banshees sweat, but I sure as hell was.
Then, feeling super motivated I hit the weights.
Hell yeah - bathing suit time people. Bathing suit time.

And there is a scale in my hotel room. It's no Anita, but it says the same damn thing she does... 136. Maybe, just maybe this is where my body is supposed to be. Jiggly tummy and all.

Hola Problemos

Hola.

I landed in Puerto Rico and got to my hotel to find this....

Please note the essentials:

1. Computer with Mrs. F's Blog on the screen.

2. A bottle of Cab sent from the hotel.

3. A yummy-ass cheese platter sent from the hotel.

Let's just say, I dove in HEAD FIRST! But I think if I was calorie counting, I would still be within my limits since traveling these days means you don't get to EAT ANYTHING on the plane. I had 45 mins between flights and barely had the chance to get a shit-sandwich. I only ate half and tossed it (regretting that later!). I was so hungry by the time I got to the hotel I was absolutely STARVING (my excuse for the cheese-dive).

Honestly, I thought I planned ahead. I packed 2 hard boiled eggs and an apple. Well, that was gone by 9am. I landed at 9pm. Ohhh.. the joys of travel. And YES, Angry Runner, I did sit in bulk head on one flight, and exit row on the other. That's how I roll.

Well, hopefully I can wake up early enough to get a run in tomorrow before my meeting crap starts. But since there is only about one glass of wine left in this bottle, that just might not happen. Somehow, someway, I have to get a 9 miler in for my half marathon training. And there is no way I want to do that on a treadmill. Good thing Big G came with me. Just not sure yet how I feel about running around by myself in an unknown city. I'm pretty adventurous though - I will figure out something.

Goals of the week:

1. To weigh the same when I get home as I do now.
2. To salsa dance even though I don't know how.
3. Have a few laughing fits - I really need some laughs!
(I'm sure no. 2 and no. 3 will go hand in hand)

Utopia Run

I had one of those runs this morning. The most rarest of the rares, but one of the reasons we all keep coming back...

THE UTOPIA RUN!

I thought I was pushing it because I swear it was 90 degrees at 9am.

But I ran.

And I loved it.

It was warm - I was in my favorite shorts and tank.

There were lots of people to watch (bathing suits, mullets and muffins galore).

My iPod (which usually has lame songs on it) all of a sudden had the best mix ever.

I didn't feel any body parts hurting.

I had energy.

My mind was blank.

And as I running I thought to myself "there is really nothing else I would rather be doing right now!"

And when I was done, I put on my bikini and laid on the beach.

(This pic was taken with my phone)

Los Numeros:

Mile 1: 9:20

Mile 2: 9:35

Mile 3: 9:57

Mile 4: 10:05

Mile 5: 10:14

Mile 6: 9:56

Mile 7: 9:59

Mile 8: 9:28

Had so much with my baby girls this weekend. But lemme tell ya, I have a whole new respect for my sister. I always respect her, but now... wowsers. A tiny baby and a 2.5 yr old. 'Nough said?!?

Voy a Puerto Rico manana!!! Adios amigos.