Monday, November 29, 2010

I absolutely hate(d) (this particular) Thanksgiving

Make no mistake, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  Get to eat a lot, eat some more, take a nap, eat some more, watch football, take a nap, eat some more, and then go out and drink with some old friends.  I mean, if I could draw up a better day, I'm not entirely sure what I would add, save for maybe taking Paul Stanley's place during a KISS show because he wasn't feeling too well.  So imagine my disdain when this Thanksgiving, I get very sick and unable to eat myself into multiple food comas.  I NEVER get sick.  Never.  Never get the flu.  Never have to miss a day to stay in bed.  You name it.  Not my game.  So of course, this T-Day, after kicking it with the entire family, I was laid up in bed for the next two days.  I won't get into the details, but let's just say that it was not pretty.

I'm pissed about it.  I hate that I basically wasted 2+ days doing absolutely nothing.  I hate that I missed out on pie, turkey, stuffing, and all the rest of the goods.  I'm also pissed that I missed out on two running days.  I'm not much for shopping, especially with the crowds that would be out and about in Wichita on Black Friday and the Saturday right after it, so I had ideas of going and hitting the track at the YMCA in Wichita on those two days, like I did a couple of weeks ago.  That way, I would get my miles in, burn off some of the food, and still be able to go out for beers with the guys all weekend.  Oh well.  I'm not entirely sure where I picked up whatever stomach bug I got.  We did go to KC last Monday and Tuesday night for K-State basketball games, and there were lots of people out in the bars and at the games, so I guess you never know, but I don't recall anyone being very sick or anything like that.  I guess that's just the way things go. 

I was able to hit the gym last night and get in some biking, so at least I didn't burn the entire weekend.  I'm heading out right now to put in 4 miles and lift some weights.  I guess we'll see if I'm up to it, but I figure with the week starting out, now is as good a time as any to get back in there.  On the bright side, if there was one positive to take from the weekend, it is that I don't have any weight to lose, being as I did not eat anything.  Woo hoo.  Now, less than 2 months from now, training for races picks back up.  I really should be taking advantage of the sunny days outside right now, but I've been more into lifting weights a little more, and that will pretty much be my focus over the winter.  So, I'll make sure to fill you in as to how today goes.  Thanks for reading.  Oh, and if you sign up on the right hand side, blog posts will be emailed to you.  Oh, and I recently reactivated my Skype account, so if you are bored and want to talk about running or weight loss, I'm on there at kyle.seiwert.  Until next time...later.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Falling in Like With the Treadmill?

One of the things I really enjoyed about learning to run and starting it up this year was going outside in the morning, warming up, and running in the sunshine.  Even if the majority of the summer was filled with 80% humidity and 85 degree runs at 715 AM, I loved being able to step outside, walk to the lake, and get my miles in.  The lake served as an ideal place to learn to run, with marks every quarter mile, nice scenery, and close to home.  But now that fall has finally arrived here in Kansas, I've had to relegate myself to the treadmill.

I have never enjoyed the treadmill.  It always seemed to me to be very forced and unnatural.  It just does not make sense to have someone run in place for the exact same pace for an extended period of time.  Of course you can alter speeds, but not like you would naturally out on an open course or trail.  Nevertheless, I'm not going to run in the rain in November unless I absolutely have to, which means I get to truck it up to Pinnacle Fitness and hit the treadmill for 4 miles.  But a funny thing happened during the treadmill runs.  I did not hate it.

It's a big step to become comfortable with doing something uncomfortable or less than ideal.  I would include running on a treadmill in the list of things that I do not like doing when it comes to working out.  But it is something that I am going to have to live with if I want to maintain a good fitness level for when I pick back up my running training for next year.  For the past three weeks I have been running on the treadmill twice a week to make myself get used to it, knowing that by the time it snows or gets really cold, I will have no interest in running outside and freezing myself.  The first two running sessions were only two miles, but it felt like 10.  Why does running on the treadmill seem so tedious?  Same distance as outside, plus I get to watch SportsCenter while I do it.  It is easier on my legs, and I can have my bottle of water right there with me.  These all seem like positive things, but for some reason they do not click with me.  But on Tuesday of this week, during a 4 mile run, things seemed to feel good.  The starting pace felt good, and the increases in speed worked out naturally in my run.  Dare I say that I like the treadmill?  I would not go that far yet, but it is getting better.  I guess the message would be that if you are not comfortable doing something, even when you know it is there for your benefit, practice and work at it until it gets better.  I have gone from hating running on a treadmill to accepting that it is not the worst thing in the world, to almost liking it.  Go figure.  Until next time....later.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Losing Focus

I've got to say that the post-race unwind has been a little interesting.  It would be a lie to say I've been working out nearly as hard as I had been through the summer, and it is starting to catch up with me.  I've put on anywhere from 3-5 pounds since the race, and in three weeks, that seems like a lot.  I got away from tracking my diet, and from blogging, and I have a feeling that those two things have been major contributing factors (obviously).  But I'm finding keeping motivation to be more difficult than I expected.  I just figured I'd keep rolling along, running a few times a week, letting my legs heal, lift some weights, and just keep on dropping pounds.  Halloween did not help, as we did not give out all of our candy.  I've been devouring that like I've never had candy in my life.  There have been a couple of tailgate weekends thrown in there as well, but for the most part, it feels like I've tackled sweets like I never have before.  Cookies after dinner, the candy, Twix PB's, etc.  It should not be that hard to stop hammering those things.  I also feel that I've lost a little accountability to myself by not talking about what I've been doing with regards to running and my workouts.  I did not plan on blogging much before race preparations start up again in January, but maybe I need to check in a little bit more and talk about weekly mileage, and what happens next.  It's clearly pretty easy to fall back into old habits, because that is what is going on with me, even though I vowed that this would be the last time I would go through the loss-gain cycle.  I need to re-commit myself, and I'm starting that up again.  I'll let you know how it goes.  Until next time...later.