tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867061590963109082024-03-05T10:59:32.380-08:00All My By Self...the story of an independent girl, her stubborn ways, and those who help her throughMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-41813419705293337572011-04-15T12:59:00.000-07:002011-04-15T12:59:57.877-07:00Many the miles!A month has passed and it is definitely time to check in! On my last post, I was getting ready to take on 6 miles. Wait for it... <strong>7.41 MILES</strong>!!!! What a rush! For the first time, I <strong>KNEW</strong> I was truly going to be able to conquer the half marathon. Not just saying the words but knowing.<br />
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Since then, I've kept up with buddy runs, track nights, and 8 am Saturdays. With a heavy workload (hence the lack of posts) and lots of travel, I've still managed to get in my mileage. <br />
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Last weekend, work led me to Orlando. 90+ Degrees. Humidity like you wouldn't believe. And.... <strong>8.77 MILES</strong>!! On my own! Nope, I didn't pass Mickey, Donald, or even Shamu. It was me, all alone with my iPod and the scorching sun. Came "home" to the hotel to find that 2 hours out there, even at 9am, had made their mark with a bright red burn. But the burn in my muscles and fire I felt inside made it all worth it.<br />
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This Saturday, we start at 7am and are apparently up for a whole new challenge. I'll keep you posted!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZQ5-4PxUCI/TaijCVnNjFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JQ2X5-WAL3c/s1600/TNTLogo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZQ5-4PxUCI/TaijCVnNjFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JQ2X5-WAL3c/s1600/TNTLogo.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">GO TEAM!</span></strong></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-37790128832441322292011-03-18T16:21:00.000-07:002011-03-18T16:21:00.497-07:00The Rain and The PainI've got another big run coming up tomorrow. We'll be out at Land's End, out in my old Outer Richmond 'hood. Pouring rain and lots of challenges (read: hills!). My minimum is 6 miles....I'd really like to aim for 7 though. At 8am. <br />
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The mileage just keeps racking up. It's just amazing to me. However, with that mileage comes a little wear and tear on my body. Going from couch potato to going and going and going - well, some pain was bound to appear. My right hip is killing me but the coach assured me that he's got some exercises for me to strengthen the muscles around the joint. <br />
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So, while you read the morning paper, think of me. Or while you sleep off tonight's fun (or some leftover fun from last night's St Patrick's festivities!), just dream a little dream about me crossing the finish line!<br />
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NO MORE! Tonight, I conquered the big 5! Me?! Yup, I did 5 miles<br />
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Somehow, that made me feel like a legitimate runner. 13.1 is gonna be just fine...Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-11794616089044406352011-02-21T18:04:00.000-08:002011-02-21T18:06:32.757-08:00Catching Up and Keeping Up<ol><li><b>I should really keep on top of this more - it's been almost two weeks</b></li>
<li><b>It's a shame that I'm actually writing on the day of a terrible workout. It will color my whole outlook - sorry</b></li>
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My TNT group runs are really fantastic. Buddy runs are great, in a small group with people I love, and on flat ground. Really, it's my favorite run of the week, always flies by, and it's fun!<br />
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This week, timing was off for me to get there on Tuesday though so I did it on my own. I had a terrific run! Found a groove and went with it. My longest route to that point (2.88 mi), my fastest times (even got in one mile under 11 mins!), and felt great doing it all. The best part? I even ran into my buddies as they were headed back in the opposite direction! So glad I got some team spirit to power me through the rest of the work out.<br />
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The Thursday night coached runs are good for me, even if they start out tough. As a Level 1, I'm working with Coach Leslie and she is just a dream. I was intimidated by her at first but she is really great to work with. Calm, patient, yet willing to push. Really, the worst part of the whole night is the 1 mile warm-up but once my body is going I'm ready to work.<br />
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I ran last Saturday at the Marina Green and even tried out the run/walk team. I'm starting to incorporate a bit of this into my training, as I'm nearly able to maintain the same pace even adding the 1 minute walk intervals (that's sad!). I really want to run the whole race but if the walks help me get through and I'm still keeping up my speed, I don't think that's a bad thing. <br />
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This Saturday...I skipped. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't drag my butt out of bed, into my shoes, and out the door. It felt good in bed - for about 20 minutes. And then the guilt and regret set in. Then I told myself I'd just do the workout later on my own. Did I? Nope. Uggghhh...<br />
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Finally got those 4 miles in today, 2 days behind. And it sucked. SUCKED! On my own, feeling negative about myself and my training, and it was just an awful run. Seriously, at one point, I sat down on the pier and threw a pity party. A temper tantrum. I became a sobbing mess. Why did I come out this morning?! What on Earth was I ever thinking for joining this team? Did I really believe I could do this?! As my sister would say, I needed a "Waaaambulance!"<br />
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I got up. Wiped up my tears and snot. Walked for a few minutes. And then I made my feet move. The run did get easier. I was glad I'd gone out. But DANG it was tough to get through.<br />
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Two things I've learned:<br />
<ol><li><b>Don't skip a run - especially the group runs. They're good for me, keep me on track, and I'd rather be with a group than on my own.</b></li>
<li><b>Don't skip a workout - even the ones on my own! I really need to find a good cross training option and STICK TO IT!</b></li>
</ol>Tomorrow, it's back to Buddy Run. I consider Tuesdays the start to my training week so let's hope it's a better one!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-571131006925399362011-02-09T07:57:00.000-08:002011-02-09T08:07:24.461-08:00Nearly Doubled Mileage...and Nearly Doubled Over!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I've just finished a real one week training cycle with Team in Training - woo hoo! First though, before I launch into my usual long-winded self I want to say <u><b>THANK YOU!!</b></u> Your generosity and support has absolutely overwhelmed me. Doubled-over with joy and gratitude. One week in and you've helped me raise 15% of my goal to support the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Just one week in and a support system has rallied - I stand so much stronger than I ever could have on my own. I am so grateful for all of you!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Take a look at the <a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/rnr11/mquijanhef">updates!</a></span> </div><br />
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Last Thursday was our first Coaches' Workout in Kezar Stadium. Well, was supposed to be. Unfortunately, I left about 10 minutes late from work and then proceeded to take the most crowded route over. I kept telling myself to stick with it, it was going to be ok if I was 5 minutes late, 10 minutes late, etc. By the time I was 20 minutes late and still not anywhere near, I finally gave up.<br />
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However, I had a choice: I needed to turn around and head home but I could either give up and go inside or I could run like I was supposed to. I parked the car, passed my front door, and ran my greatest distance yet! I knew the coaches would have pushed me so I pushed my own boundaries. 2.4 miles - a 40% increase! Dang, I was feeling GOOD!<br />
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</div> Saturday was our first team run, actually focused on mileage rather than time. We were split into experience/ability levels (I'm a 1...shocking, right?!). Level 1s had a goal of 2-4 miles. I was absolutely committed to 2 but powered through for 3. Remember last week? I had just passed 1.5 miles. I know that these percentage jumps will taper off but, let me tell you, they are fantastic for building confidence!<br />
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Since we started at <u><b>8am</b></u> I now had a whole day on my hands. And San Francisco was GORGEOUS! Sun shining, birds singing, 76 degrees in February and awesome! Man, this whole getting up and being healthy thing might not be so bad after all!<br />
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Sunday, I took a break. And took in nearly an entire bag of potato chips - oops! Hey, Super Bowl is only once a year, right? At least the game was exciting because the "entertainment" was <b>awful! </b>Rooted for the Steelers but happy enough for Aaron Rodgers. MVP is great but really, I was hoping for a giant happy dance, cursing Brett Favre's name. Ok, ok, that might be harsh. Ughhh....I'll go back to my training....<br />
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And last night, I was back to buddy runs. Amazing how much better I felt after just one week! Instead of sucking air 10 minutes into our 20 minute run, I was saying I was ok to tackle 30! Maintained pace, maintained conversation, and maintained confidence.<br />
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This is such an amazing experience and thank you all again for joining me! Together, we will fight against cancer, battle my bulge, and destroy the San Diego Rock n Roll!<br />
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PS - If you haven't yet visited my TNT page, please click <a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/rnr11/mquijanhef">here</a>. Thanks for reading and for your support!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-56482775594349525812011-02-01T20:26:00.000-08:002011-02-02T07:26:30.191-08:00Go Team! Go ME!I've just committed to one of the largest challenges I've taken on in quite a while. Certainly the largest physical challenge I've ever entered! Last month, I took the plunge and joined Team in Training, a program supporting the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.<br />
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Now, I must admit, my "dream" was quite practical and reasonable. No luxury sports car for me. I had always wanted a Honda CR-V. I'd been talked out of it twice when car shopping in the past. This time though, I was determined to get a car that I <strong><em>wanted</em></strong>, not just one that I rushed into out of necessity or settled for to avoid conflict or additional effort. No more!<br />
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Much went into the final decision:<br />
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<strong><u>Pros:</u></strong><br />
<ol><li>This was the car I <strong>wanted. </strong></li>
<li>I hated the car I was in. It made an awful squealing sound that no mechanic seemed to be able to fix. Oh, and #2 below...</li>
<li>Honda will last forever and retain value throughout its life</li>
<li>It fits my current needs and will also adapt to future needs (kids, namely)</li>
<li>I can afford the payments and have fewer financial obligations at this time, which means I will be able to pay it off prior to those future responsibilities (kids, again!)</li>
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<ol><li>I had not built up much equity in my last vehicle, mostly due to short term of ownership</li>
<li>The car had lost much of its value due to recall (Toyota...one week after purchase! Argggh...)</li>
<li>Though I could afford the new payment, it would still be a 30% increase from my current bill.</li>
</ol>Thankfully, my husband supported me in my decision and we worked together to look at it from every angle. We were confident and knowledgeable walking in, which led to happy new car owners walking out!<br />
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Even Ziggy is happy with the roomier ride and we've bought him a soft seat to <strike>protect our interior</strike> make him even more comfortable!<br />
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Um, sign me up!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUt6zci4eZY/S78xgLl_JKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3Bh9iVUFP_M/s1600/Bikram+Yoga.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUt6zci4eZY/S78xgLl_JKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3Bh9iVUFP_M/s200/Bikram+Yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458135702334022818" border="0" /></a><br />So that's what I did! Even if I hated it, I justified the purchase with the fact that it would pay for itself with just 2-3 uses.<br /><br />For those of you unfamiliar with the practice (I was!), it's hot yoga. <span style="font-weight: bold;">HOT!</span> Ninety minutes of yoga in a room heated to 105 degrees, and added humidity. It's Hell. It's torture. And I loved it!!! For that hour-and-a-half, I simply had to focus on myself, on my balance, on my reflection in the mirror, while I dumped out gallons of sweat. Though the mere thought of that scenario should be stress-inducing, it actually put me in a position where I couldn't think of anything other than my own physical being.<br /><br />It's been a while since I simply existed "in the moment." I'm going back tonight.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Want to find out more? Check out this FAQ page: <a href="http://www.bikramyoga.com/">http://www.bikramyoga.com/</a></span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-5391841125974098632010-04-07T06:13:00.000-07:002010-04-09T06:33:15.457-07:00The Hole in My Tummy (that isn't a belly button!)Disclaimer: I really didn't expect my first post to get all "TMI" but, well, such is life! <br />(I'll keep the details to a minimum!)<br /><br />On Monday, I had a not so fun trip to the doctor. After more than a week of excruciating stomach pain, I decided it was finally time to figure it out. We chatted, he pushed and prodded, and I walked away with a diagnosis - I have a stomach ulcer.<br /><br />Now, I know that you and I just met but let me tell you this about me: I stress....a lot! Between work, home, family, and trying to find a balance, my head just gets caught up in it all. My husband is constantly trying to smooth out the worry wrinkles on my forehead!<br /><br />Major changes in diet will ensue along, with some medicine. Yet, I know that this was a wake-up call and that I can either choose to apply a band-aid or to really fix the problem. Yes, Melissa, you must learn to manage your stress and worry - perhaps even reduce it!<br /><br />The BRAT* diet and sludgy medicine will only take me so far - What's next....?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, and Toast. Bland diet for next 3 weeks. Oh, except I don't eat bananas...yuck!</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286706159096310908.post-75321472218318253752010-04-04T18:50:00.000-07:002010-04-09T06:32:08.028-07:00So she begins...I'd been debating about this for a while now. Until I could center my focus, I wasn't going to start a blog. My thoughts wandered and daydreams consumed. Realizing that these are the very ideas and memories I wanted to capture, I am simply going to start--NOW!<br /><br /><br />Never have I been the girl to reign myself in or filter the flow. No matter how much perfection I crave or eloquence I yearn for, the uncensored Melissa tumbles right out.<br /><br /><br />I was no more than two-years-old when my parents discovered my fierce independent streak. Eager to reach the top shelf, solve a puzzle, or pick out an outfit, a determined plea came out as a jumbled, "Allmybyself!" No one could stop me from going at it alone, and no one could get me to slow down even long enough to get the words in order!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404249105126852802" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 220px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAfSgw-J7F7ltABpRf8z2yvH0wTD83cDMKiPnxklHUQgzO584BjeNHPpp0hmCu5lrha9MgwZi2dq3z_hjwGDeW2YKuwsYHDzOax6LKBhmPfAk8NqVW6Wuqje7u6NZDQEjfHbsaPoBhY8/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Though I generally try to speak a bit more clearly these days, and even add a "please" or "thank you," that <strike>independent</strike> stubborn toddler lives on. Easily discouraged but eager to try, I can often be found chasing the desires of my heart, without always consulting with my head. Many times, if you look in my eyes, they are actually pleading for a helping hand, even when I'm screaming "I'm Fine!" at the top of my lungs!<br /><br /><br />So, without further ado, welcome to my blog. I'll be writing about my passions, pitfalls, and plenty more. You'll see entries on fixing up the apartment, diet and exercise (or lack thereof!), thrifty finds, my adorable puppy dog, and whatever else pops into my head. I'm sure that even a rant or two will be included!<br /><br /><br />I hope you'll join me as I head out into cyberspace, All My By Self.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05251693800413703525noreply@blogger.com0