Monday, August 20, 2012

Send the pain below..

Chevelle comes on right at the perfect moment this past Thursday evening, as my previously shredded legs from Tuesday shake with the continous reps of box jumps and wall balls. Music can either make me nauseous, or put me in perfect harmony with my workout. It is a magical thing, really. The numerous air squats I had done last Tuesday left my quads filled with lactic acid, and I wobbled around. However, I was determined to put in my work out of the day, (WOD) despite the pain I had below...

Walking into my CrossFit box that evening, it was open gym. I like Thursdays because the board has what I call a Russian Roulette of WOD's to choose from. Since I've only been a crossfitter for going on two months, I am still very new to a lot of the workouts. That night, for instance, wall balls. I was coaxed into doing the "Kelly" and I accepted the challenge from peer pressure, and knowing how stubborn I was even though I was going to be in a lot of pain. I wanted to scale, but again, my fellow crossfitters encouraged me not to. Inside, I was feeling defeated, and angry that I had not allowed myself another recovery day. I pushed on, and even though I fell off my box from the box jumps due to fatigued legs, I got back on and continued. I have the huge battle bruise to prove it. It is amazing how you can push your body to great lengths if you allow your mind to.

There were times when I wanted to throw the medicine ball down and walk out, because my legs were trying to give up with every squat. I just shook it off, and slowly kept going. Quitting is not an option. Ironically, my legs recovered the next day. I pushed out all the lactic acid, and my legs felt fine the next day!! How the heck does that happen?? Oh, the life of CrossFit, you never know what you're going to get, and I will take it any day than being a rat in a gym on a hamster wheel.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Color me RAAD!!

I finally have a moment while my littles are busy cleaning  playing in their playroom. Of course when I realize that they are having too much fun picking up, I yell occasionally to scare them back to cleaning-- like no play at the pool today.

Recently, I did the Color Me Rad 5k, and it was a ton of fun. It was probably the least pressured, easiest 5k I ever did. Plus, my friends ran around looking like assorted Skittles. They gave us these color packs that had colored cornstarch, and the best part was, we could attack random strangers. All in good fun! You come out to the event in a white shirt, and the 5k is your art canvas. It reminded me of my days as a kid getting into all the messy finger paints. Your worries and and stress goes right out the window in perfect abandonment.

If you've never done a 5k before, this would be a great starting point. There is no pressure, and no time to finish in. It does get bottled-neck in the color zones. So, you can slow down and take a breather. I highly recommend doing this run with friends! We headed to the nearest California Pizza Kitchen afterwards, and the looks on the waitstaff was priceless. In fact, one of my friends went into the restroom, and a poor lady tried to give her money because she thought she was homeless, lol.

Oh yea, make sure you wash your face as soon as your done, this stuff likes to linger for a few days.

Oh.. man! :)

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Mmmm... Paleo Treats..

So, recently I was in contact with an amazing Paleo company that serves these delicious treats. Being on such a new lifestyle without sugar can be challenging if you don't know how to manipulate some ingredients. It is simple knowledge with simple ingredients. So after scouring the Internet, I would like to introduce to you, Paleo Treats.

The people at Paleo Treats were super nice in responding to my emails, and I was ultra excited when they sent me an awesome box of samples to try. I mean who doesn't LOVE healthy desserts that are clean? Plus, if you have allergies or sensitive to certain foods in your diet, then no worries there! These have no gluten, no grain, or dairy!

My first taste test was the "Mac Attack". If you're a huge coconut fan, these macroons on steroids are a super treat.

My husband, (who is not Paleo or on a lifestyle journey to well-being) loved the "Brownie Bombs". It made me smile when he gobbled it up, and said, "Not bad!" Which is a HUGE compliment, because he loves his brownies and will critique them. Btw, he is an active duty Marine, and is in good shape. ;) I had one, and was almost in a Cacao coma. I couldn't believe how moist they were.

Others that I tried were "Cacao Now" and "Mustang Bars". Fruity and chocolaty (Cacao), it really hit the sweet spot. Of course these are treats, so try to refrain yourself!

Wanna try them out? I have a really cool link that will get you to their website, and it will save you 5% off your order. How awesome is that? I am all about saving some green.

Click on the link below!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

I am on a cavewoman diet

Well hello there! It is has been a minute since I've last posted, and I've been incredibly busy. I have a full-time job on top of my love for Scentsy, and well, it has kept me pretty tied up. I know I've had this blog for a minute, and just to let you know that my fitness journey is still going.

Things have improved on my end of the world as far as my awakening to my health needs. I still run, and I just revamped my whole eating lifestyle-- just this last week. I have been following the clean eating lifestyle, with some cheats. However, since the Marine Corps half, I've been wanting to improve my run time. I went on a journey of research, and came to this conclusion that will work best for me. I say "me" because my wellness journey may be different than yours. I have food allergies, GI issues, and I proud to say I just found the solution-- at least I hope, for now and forever.

First Stop... Real food

Ladies and Gents.. I've gone Paleo. What the heck is Paleo, you might ask? Well, imagine being on a caveman or woman diet. It is not a "diet" but rather a whole "clean" foods lifestyle-- the way we were designed to eat.  My husband thinks I am constantly changing my "fad diet". The fact is, I am not on a fad diet. I went from eating mainly organic "clean" foods (with the occasional crapola) to a even raw version of my organic "clean" foods. Let me tell you, it has been a lot of discipline involved.

So, I pulled up an awesome website called, "Everyday Paleo". She breaks down the faq's right HERE.  Sarah even has amazing recipes.

So, what have I been eating lately?

Chicken and lots of it. I make a mad lemon rosemary roasting chicken in the crockpot, and the meat lasts for days. I make chicken avocado salad, which I got from Pinterest. I freaking love that site. I eat a lot of salads, and usually with lean chicken or steak-- with even more avocado. I usually have boiled eggs for breakfast and I've gotten acquainted with Rawnola. I have to drink a ton of water.
Goodness, I would go on and on about Paleo, but I am just introducing it to you on this blog. I am still learning as I go, and I will share my wealth of knowledge and recipes as I go on.

If you are interested in changing your old ways, I highly recommend this diet of all ones. It is not a diet, and it is easier to say that, than to say "lifestyle change". I can honestly say, that I don't feel gross, sluggish, bloated anymore. So, hint.. hint.


I learned about Paleo through a friend, but didn't really make the green light until I started Crossfit. Which I found addictive. I am starting to see the changes my body has, and I really love the "box" that I go to. The coaches are so motivating, and I can honestly say that I get more of a workout in a day there, than a whole week at a gym on the hamster wheel.

What does this have to do with my racing? It all goes hand-in-hand. I eat the right way, which gives me lasting energy and fuel for the long haul, and the core body strength to keep me going.

With that said, I am introducing you to the new me. :) Off the record, and the scale doesn't lie.. I lost some weight already. Whoop whoop! :)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Marine Corps Historic Half Recap

Please note, I wrote this post after May 20th and forgot to Publish, oops.

So, it is Thursday, and I finally feel somewhat human enough to finally give a recap on this past weekend's half-marathon. First off, I finished the damn thing. That is what matters, right? Finishing? I mean, that is what everyone asks when you go home. Of course I finished! Was it my best race, umm... no.  However, I managed to PR by almost 5 minutes from last year's race. What I can't figure out is how there were supposed to be 8,000 people running, and only about 5,000 or so actually got medals. Can you answer that golden question?

Saturday evening

I went out to dinner and had a healthy protein/carb dinner with a new running group that I had recently joined, because I was the lucky soul to get picked to be a part of a ragnar team that will occur in several months. Of course, I am nervous about the race and what to eat. Last year, I fell ill around mile 8, and off to all the port-o-potties I went. I didn't want that sick gut again, and so I made sure to watch what I eat several days prior. I had the chef make sure to make the noodles nice and dry, and I added my own basil grapeseed oil on top. Word to the wise: if you are lactose intolerent, and like to cheat... don't do it around race time. That includes whey protein shakes the morning of. I figured out my culprit last year, and avoided it this time. Oh, and don't try anything new on race day, including those tempting energy Jelly Bellies. When I got home, I went to bed. 5 am came way too early.

Sunday morning

It is game time! This year, my husband ran with me for the first time, ever. Last year, he teased me after the half when I was really sore on the long flight to Hawaii two days later. Whose laughing now? We woke up, and I was perky about the race. A little too perky for my husband. According to him, "You eat this shit up, don't you?" Who wouldn't be excited about lots and lots of people cheering you on, and receiving a gawdy medal to go brag about?

I got my new bottle from the expo with my new Nuun tabs, and allowed them to fizzle into my water. I grabbed some almond butter, and expected to pick up a bagel somehow on the way to the race-- which never happened. Luckily, someone awesome gave me their Cliff bar, whew.

The Race

The race started off nice and cool, and I was pumped that Alison Sweeney was the celebrity for this year's race. If you don't know who that is, she is the host from the Biggest Loser. She finished the half in a little over 2 hours. Pretty dang fast. I jumped in the corral with some of my new friends, and off we went! I was doing great, until the sun started beating down my face. I lost all my hydration within the first 3 miles of the race, and my husband saw the worried look on my face. I wasn't sweating, and my breathing was more rapid than usual. My 9 minute mile pace eased to a 10, and before long, I was at a 11. I would lose my husband in the crowd, and he would look back, and slow down. I felt awful. I couldn't understand why I felt soo overheated. This was not what I envisioned for the race, at all. I was seeing kids and heavier people pace me as if I was backing up. I couldn't understand why my stride was not lengthening.

He fussed at me for a while, and it only irritated me more. Around mile 7, I told him to go on and finish. I didn't want him hanging around. I knew my stubborness, and somehow I was going to finish with a medal regardless how I felt. Last year, there was an overcast, and a bit of a drizzle. I stopped at every water point, and grabbed a cup of Gatorade and water. I was excited to see the crowds of supporters, and it motivated me to push further. This year, drinking anything during the first half of the race, made me feel nauseous. I wasn't sweating, and I didn't need to use the restroom. I knew I was in trouble. I didn't want to see the supporters, and I was just trying my best to finish without puking, or passing out.

The last two miles, I ran my little heart out. In my head, I sang, "M-i-c-k-ey M-o-u-s-e..." and something my toddler says in the back seat over and over that drives me crazy at times, "chugga chugga chugga chugga choo choo!" Oh, yes, my friends, I finished the race chanting that to myself. You laugh, but you do what you gotta do. I saw the end in sight, and I just ran. I was running for water and gatorade, if being completely honest. I was also wanting to sit down to cool off. I am not going to lie when I saw the ambulance on Hospital Hill and knew that I should've been it, but then I wouldn't have gotten a medal, either. I did, however, stop at all of the water stations after I shoo'd my husband away. I even felt wasteful by dumping some of it over my head a few times. It felt good.

Back to finishing... I ran across the finish, wearily accepted my finisher's medal, just to be grabbed by the "town crier". I looked longingly over to the table of refreshments, and was bombarded by the craziest question. "How are you feeling?" Did he really want my honest opinion as this professional photographer wanted to take our picture? Weakly, I said, "dizzy". "Oh, and you can lean on me." Then, lights out... No, no, I am just joking, lol.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Two more days...

Until I am running the Marine Corps half, again! I am a bit nervous about my nervous belly, ha! I am keeping a restrictive no dairy- bland diet until race day. My goal is to finish around 2 hours. So, we shall see. :)

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Primal Mud Race recap

This past Saturday, was my first mud obstacle race of the year. I've done two last year, and I can honestly say, you don't know what to expect at each one. After a good friend of mine, suggested that we should do this one for our last get-together before she left for Japan, I went online to scout it out. This is a very new race, and after scoping out their inaugural pictures from this past fall, I couldn't help but be disappointed. I am paying this much to do this on a farm?

I headed over to my friend's house, and slept on a chair, since she was getting prepared for her big move, and we woke up bright and early to head to the race. Upon arriving, I could see it was definitely on a farm. The parking was well organized, and we didn't have to walk several miles just to get to the location. We took before pictures, and I even spotted a meet-up group that I'm in.

 If you've never been to one of these things, you should definitely go. Be a spectator! It is hilarious to see all the costumes people wear to these things. I mean, I saw Thor there, hammer and all. Or the two guys in leopard leotard tutus-- that was an extra bonus. Of course, I couldn't help but spat out b*tch under my breath when I saw the hoochie girls showing their rock hard bods with minimal clothing. My mommy days have definitely taken a toll this body, and yes, I am jealous that my abs will never look the same, lol.

So, I went and grabbed my little packet of goodies. The t-shirt, was pretty lame, and cheap-- I am not going to lie about that. I went to port-o-johns several times to make sure I was not going to have an unexpected surprise on this 4 mile run. Unless, you are hot shot freaking stud at these types of races, this is not your standard 5k plus race. Filled with obstacles, water holes, hidden muck under flattened tall grass, and HUGE foot hills, that make you go to a crawl. Oh, and the snake/groundhog holes. Yes, everything on these races, say.. let's break a bone today. The ironic thing is, I am absolutely addicted to them. I love the victory of finishing a half-marathon, but nothing compares to a damn good muddy obstacle race. The bruises and sore muscles acquired the next day, is proof.

So, anyhoo, my heat was at 9:30 am... and it was an elite heat. Not that I thought I was a complete badass, but simply, all the normal "run for fun" heats were sold out.

When I saw that our first obstacle was 10 foot wall, yeah, I already knew that happy toosh was not going to be able to chicken wing it with my 5'3 frame. So, luckily, this 6'2 dude gave me a lift. I already knew I was in trouble, lol. Pumped and ready to find more obstacles, (it's like a scavenger hunt for me) I picked up pace, and started to run. The ground was uneven with unexpected holes, and it made it brutal on my ankles. I even rolled one. The next obstacle looked a bit daunting. It was a narrow plank that went up to a platform over about 5 to 6 feet over a muddy water pit. My friend balanced beamed it, and I saw the plank wobble, and I knew that I didn't trust myself not to fall in. So, I straddled it to the top. Girls behind us took it to a whole new level. They got on their tummy's and inched wormed it. Quite amusing. Then, up a rope wall, and down, and we were good to go.

More running, hills, perhaps.. and then came the lake. Unusually calm, and there sat 7 rows by 2 of big plastic barrels held down by bobwire. Looking at it, you're like, no big deal... Until you get into the water, and every bit of your body wants to jump out. It is icy cold, and it took my breathe away. My friend, the stronger swimmer, dives head first. I sigh, and make myself follow. I go under one barrel, oh my goodness, this is freaking cold, come up for air, go down, holy crap this is too cold, come up, my chest is tightening, come up, gasp for air.. my breathing is getting harder, and I start to panic. I found the plywood sides, and hoist my chest above water to get my blood circulating again. I look at the few rows I have left, and my friend that is almost finished. I cry, a little help, and was pissed off at myself for feeling weak. I saw the volunteer with the boat, and was like, I got to get out of this water fast. Like a ripping off a bandaid, I push through the barrels, and swam as fast as I could to get the heck out of the water. My legs and arms are frozen, and I am grimacing. But, I did it. Damn you water barrels!

We start running, and this provided much relief to the rest of my body. The blood was finally circulating to my legs, and arms, and I was finally warming up again. My episode in the water left me a bit fatigued, and I knew that it made it harder for the rest of the race.

The sand bag carry was the easiest for me, maybe because I carry my two-year-old a lot. The tires were easy, and the little water holes were fun to cross. There are too many to obstacles to count, but it was fun and challenging. I have to admit, I shouldn't have judged this prior to doing it. I compared it to the Spartan sprint from last year, and this was by far more mental and physical. Once this race gets a lot of feedback, it will spread like wildfire. 4 miles later at 1:31, I was happy to have the cold beer that awaited me. It wasn't the best PR I've had with my previous races, but, eh.. I am sure I'll get better, and running it with a good friend who will be missed.

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Monday, April 16, 2012

The dirty race I did this past weekend..

I will be posting about this today! Stay tuned! :)