Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Marathon Barbie

My rec center membership expired last week.  I am so sad.  Tuesday was my last day, so I made the best of it by going for a couple of hours.  First up was Lisa's Zumba class.  Oh how I am going through Zumba withdrawals.  And this was not the class I would have chosen to go out with, since it's such a toned-down class.  The movements aren't as crazy and the music is not loud enough. And none of my peeps were there.  But it's fun, and I really like her; so it worked.  After that I did Lydia's strength toning class.  I opted for the 7 lb weights instead of the normal 5 so I could push it just a little.  It was worth it, too.  I woke up the next morning with that nice, sore feeling; and I knew that I had worked out well.  But then I realized that that means I am not working out enough.

Anyway, I have gotten a couple of good runs in around the neighborhood.  Mostly 3 to 4 miles.  Saturday, I was stood up by Kelly (still love you, Kelly); so it was a solo run again.  Since my Garmin isn't doing intervals, I set my Map My Run app on my phone to alert me when I have ran 1/2 a mile.  I turned on the music and took off.  It didn't start out awesome or anything, but I was happy to be out.  It was perfect running weather.  The breeze was great, the neighborhood was quiet, and the family of bunnies was out and about.  As I rounded a corner in the back of the neighborhood, I saw another runner coming from the opposite direction.  I couldn't help but notice since the runner was wearing florescent orange shorts.  As the figure got closer I could see it was a woman.  As she got even closer, I could see that she was wearing a purple sports bra. 

She was Marathon Barbie. 

She was everything you think a runner should look like, and who else besides Barbie could get away with wearing florescent orange with purple.  She looked fabulous as her long ponytail swayed perfectly back and forth as she ran.  Luckily for me she was running the opposite direction. 

So I kept running.  All was well in the world again.  And then I was just about to hit the mile 2 mark when Marathon Barbie passed me up.  Now she was in front of me.  That's okay.  I can focus on my goals and know that I'm on the right track, and even though I'll never look like Marathon Barbie, I will once again be able to shop in any store. 

Then I saw my shadow.  Oh, how far I have to go.

But, undefeated, I continued on for another couple of miles.  And I'm proud to say I kicked it up a notch for the last 1/2 mile.  Now it's time to start speed work.  I'm kind of nervous about that, but it's what's on the agenda.

I read somewhere that, theoretically, for every 10 pounds of weight lost you can gain one minute on your per-minute pace.

Time to get to work.

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