marathon madness
I was up to 90 minutes of walking a day in addition to my strength and conditioning work out that I do, which is nearly 45 to 55 minutes per 3 days a week. Usually on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
But I've mananged to stumble upon a few barriers. After a year of doing this and losing 10 dressing sizes, my knees are starting to give me major pain. This happened to my cousin as well. After training for her marathon in Germany, she began to experience knee troubles as well.
All I can say, is that this recent development really really sucks. I am already used to my routine and happy with it. It is so much a part of daily ritual now that "NOT" doing it seems frustrating.
I can say this though. Compared to the many others who attempt such things: I am healthy. And I am not by any means over doing it.
So, what is a girl to do?
Unfortunately, Jeremy has put me on restricted exercising. I am no longer allowed any sort of climbing or hiking that involves high slopes or hills. I am also only to do an hour of walking every week. The walking must pertain to very low slopes, again no hills or upward movement. I am not allowed to jog. I will more than likely have to join a swimming class that consists of many many laps around the pool. Water aerobics is simply not enough because it is considered to be so low-impact.
So needless to say, he is doing this for a time span of two weeks. I am in hell. I miss walking and seeing the trees and having the sun melt down on my skin. I miss rescuing turtles and randomly feeding stray dogs water from the park fountain.
But it is just two weeks. It is not forever. And if I don't stop, then Jeremy says it will be much much longer. And that I may not be able to do the marathon.
He is also not confident that I can do the 26 miles. He wants me to be more realistic and do the 14 mile instead. But I say fuck it! I have already completed the 7 mile and have proven myself. I did that several months ago and have moved on to the 14 mile level. Or at least that is how I feel. So once again we will see. And if I end up surprising him or even if I end up choking at mile 18.. I don't care.. at least I will be there with my friends and my family supporting me.
At least I would have tried it.
And I will have to bite the bullet soon and retain a nutrionist. Jeremy says my food intake has been vastly improving but is still no where near the level that it must be at. I think this really relates to portion size but I could be wrong.
Yesterday, I ordered steamed broccoli only to find to my ultimate dismay that it sat in a plate of butter. I was so disgusted when I saw that. I felt like throwing it across the table.
Aww well. Another day. Another hour. Maybe I will feel better in a few minutes.
much love to all,
Blender
But I've mananged to stumble upon a few barriers. After a year of doing this and losing 10 dressing sizes, my knees are starting to give me major pain. This happened to my cousin as well. After training for her marathon in Germany, she began to experience knee troubles as well.
All I can say, is that this recent development really really sucks. I am already used to my routine and happy with it. It is so much a part of daily ritual now that "NOT" doing it seems frustrating.
I can say this though. Compared to the many others who attempt such things: I am healthy. And I am not by any means over doing it.
So, what is a girl to do?
Unfortunately, Jeremy has put me on restricted exercising. I am no longer allowed any sort of climbing or hiking that involves high slopes or hills. I am also only to do an hour of walking every week. The walking must pertain to very low slopes, again no hills or upward movement. I am not allowed to jog. I will more than likely have to join a swimming class that consists of many many laps around the pool. Water aerobics is simply not enough because it is considered to be so low-impact.
So needless to say, he is doing this for a time span of two weeks. I am in hell. I miss walking and seeing the trees and having the sun melt down on my skin. I miss rescuing turtles and randomly feeding stray dogs water from the park fountain.
But it is just two weeks. It is not forever. And if I don't stop, then Jeremy says it will be much much longer. And that I may not be able to do the marathon.
He is also not confident that I can do the 26 miles. He wants me to be more realistic and do the 14 mile instead. But I say fuck it! I have already completed the 7 mile and have proven myself. I did that several months ago and have moved on to the 14 mile level. Or at least that is how I feel. So once again we will see. And if I end up surprising him or even if I end up choking at mile 18.. I don't care.. at least I will be there with my friends and my family supporting me.
At least I would have tried it.
And I will have to bite the bullet soon and retain a nutrionist. Jeremy says my food intake has been vastly improving but is still no where near the level that it must be at. I think this really relates to portion size but I could be wrong.
Yesterday, I ordered steamed broccoli only to find to my ultimate dismay that it sat in a plate of butter. I was so disgusted when I saw that. I felt like throwing it across the table.
Aww well. Another day. Another hour. Maybe I will feel better in a few minutes.
much love to all,
Blender