Friday, June 29, 2007

I like big butts and I can not lie...

To "bump" yesterday's pathetic post from the top and show that despite my whining I do have a little bit of a self deprecating sense of humor, I present to you:

The Cooper Family Beach Picture

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff*
She looks like,one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,out there, I mean - gross. Look!

...the funny thing is that I thought I was "posing" to reduce the appearance of my ample posterior...oh well!

Take Care

So, ladies! {Yeah!}
Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around!
Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout!
Baby got back! (Sir mix-a-lot)

Thursday, June 28, 2007

You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

It was a BAD DAY all around...

I unconsciously turned off the alarm and slept an hour too late, I cried

Koz was not doing well this morning, I cried

I could not hold onto anything, I decided I was having DMS (as opposed to PMS), I cried

I was jumpy and anxious, I went shopping (to make myself feel better?), spent too much money, I cried

Went back to the store (a small "boutique") a couple hours later and tried to return the clothing and low and behold there is a sign that says ALL RETURNS ARE FOR STORE CREDIT ONLY - damage done, I cried

Got home, got Koz to eat and it began to pour, I did not want to run in the rain (I know what I said Dr John), I cried

I wondered if I was so emotional b/c I was off the meds, I cried

I thought about going back on the meds, I cried

I went to sleep, I kept waking up after a dream that I was hit in the back of the head by a baseball (I could hear the metal clank of the bat hitting the ball) and jumping up

I felt fat because I did not run, I thought of all the chocolate I've eaten this week, I ate more chocolate, I cried

Took a bath, cried some more

Put the pork in the oven and cooked the cous cous and made a salad, I had not turned the oven on, I really cried.

I ate dinner with S (45 minutes later than planned) and watched the NBA draft, could not care less, did not cry

Checked my email saw that Momo and Dr John had answered yet another one of my questions, thought about how cool they are, I cried

Decided to post all this so maybe I will stop crying...

...uh...can we pretend that today did not happen, cause guess what I'm doing?

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong (Daniel Powter)

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

Thanks for all your well wishes for the Koz.

He is doing better now. As you may recall we recently finished the Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga. Since then, during our walks downtown, I have pulled about 6 discarded chicken bones out of his mouth. We are guessing that he got a piece of one of those bones and picked up a parasite. I knew that dog was sick when he was not eating an had no energy. He seems to be doing much better tonight... we even just romped around the backyard together for a while. I think all of the energy he did not use today was just expelled in a matter of five minutes... have you ever seen a dog jump like a rabbit... I have!

Today was pretty useless at work. I had to go back to the vet mid afternoon to get Koz a second medicine. His vet is near my parent's house so I decided to go over there and swim for a workout. I have no idea what length their pool is (a pretty "standard" home pool)...that being said I do have SOME stats:

6 sets of 16 laps for a total of 96 laps
1 set = 8 free style and 8 breast stroke
Total time was 30 minutes

I felt really good afterward and after staring at the pool at the gym from the elliptical trainer I think that I want to incorporate swimming into my routine...probably good for my knees too!

Take Care

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday (REM)

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start

"Scattered Thunderstorms" scared me away from calibrating the new gizmo and hitting the roads. And, of course, it never rained at the house and I watered and watered and watered tonight. I do have to say that the air is so humid, if I had run outside I imagine that it would have been similar to running in a here are the numbers from the treadmill.

Yea, this resembles numbers from a while time ago:

Mile 1: 12:18 ave hr 139
Mile 2: 11:30 ave hr 164
Mile 3: 12:33 ave hr 171

Wanted to get 3 in 36...not quite there. I dropped my pace in the 3rd mile with the purposee of lowering my heart rate. I have to say that I got really distracted and all good intentions went out the window! The treadmills face the racquetball courts and there was an INTENSE game going on and it was quite entertaining... and distracting! I think my high heart rate was in part due to the fact that I was really routing on this one player, the under dog of course, who prevailed in the end. I think I actually audibly cheered!

Not really happy with the way the knees were feeling at the end either. I wanted to do a long run Thursday and I am thinking that I should continue to chill...which makes my knees happy but my mind scared!

My baby Koz is sick again - have to take him to the vet tomorrow morning!

Loving the book "Eat, Pray, Love" I am not even 1/3 of the way in and I would tell anyone to go grab it as soon as you get a chance!

Take Care

RE - a drop of golden sun
MI - a name, I call myself
FA - a long long way to run
(the best movie EVER)

Monday, June 25, 2007

Raindrops keep falling on my head

Karma kicked me in the butt today.

For the past few months I have been pretty jealous of the blogs I read about too much rain. While I was sorry that the rain interfered with training plans, I longed for rain of my own. Each morning and night, as I watered all my plants, I would pray that rain would enter my life. My poor plants long for real rain.

Today my Momma and I planned to go to an organized open water swim. I really wanted to go for a couple of reasons. First and foremost I wanted to support my Momma, who has supported me in every way. And I also was interested to see what swimming a mile would really be like for her!

Friday I planned on, and was excited about, calibrating my Nike + ipod technology today, but when the open water swimming came up I was even MORE excited about swimming with my Momma.

We got to the open water practice and I was SHOCKED how far swimming a mile would be (I quietly wondered to myself if I could do it!) , but I was ready to go - ready to see what we could do. Momma and I swam for about ten minutes when the thunder and lightning began. We all got out and decided that it was not going to pass, so we all left. I drove home in one of those crazy summer rains that includes rain the size of golf balls. As I got closer to my house the rain let up, but was obviously headed our way. When I got home I asked Scott to hurry up and feed Koz and get him out because the rain was coming! I jumped in the shower and washed the twenty minutes of lake off of me.

As if all of this was bad enough two additional things happened:

1. I allowed my self to have an orange cream frappachino for lunch b/c I thought that I was getting a good workout this afternoon...which did not happen...AND

2. It never freaking rained at my house.

So, now I am going out side to water the plants and then doing a bunch of sit ups, push ups and leg lifts to try and work off that orange cream frapp!

Take Care

Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I"m free
Nothings worrying me. (Burt Bacharach)

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Running all the time, Running to the future, With you right by my side

Went to my psychiatrist Thursday and was SO nervous about telling him that I had quit the meds! Some of my nerves were calmed when his receptionist (who has seen my in the best of times and the worst of times in the past) told me I looked better than she has ever seen me! So, boosted a little bit, I blurted, quickly, to Dr Spaulding that I was off the meds...and he was happy for me...yea! He thought all my race day anxiety (as you all told me) was normal! I am going to see him in five months (or b/4 if I need him)!

Thursday night's Powerflex class was crazy. Our teacher was unhappy b/c no one would yell the reps with her and she kept throwing in extra sets of push my chest was crazy soar! Sucked it up and did 20 minutes on the elliptical after class. I got on a machine that faced the pool and seriously considered stripping to my sports bra and undies and jumping in...I would have been a lot more covered than some of the women out there! But, I decided to head home!

Friday I went to work for a little while and then went to get a new pair of running shoes. I went to a local store, that I usually go to, that put a coupon in the race packet for the 10K. After getting a good scolding for keeping my old shoes months too long (I had no idea Dr. John, I promise!) I tried on the newer version of the Asics I have and then I tried on a pair of Nike Air Structure Triax.

They have more "pitch" than my Asics and I seemed to like that pretty well! Being the cool store that this is I was able to run around a little before I bought them and he said I could take a run on them on the treadmill and bring them back if I was not happy.

As I have mentioned before my workout gear is pretty Nike favorite shorts, shirt, hat and even socks are Nike. So now I can officially say...

Molly Running officially Endorses

So, the guys at the store were really great and really supportive. When I pulled my coupon out they knew it was from the Riverbend run and asked me which race I ran and how I did and so forth. They said that they thought that it was one of the hardest routes that Riverbend has done. They gave me tips on routes and hills in the area that would be good places for me to practice.

At this point I was totally comfortable with these guys and MY questions started pouring out. The biggest being that I have avoided running outdoors b/c I can not track my progress as well as I can on the treadmill. So I asked if there was any other option than the Garmin to track my running outdoors...and low and behold I have the shoe AND the right ipod (Nano) to use this cool new device from Nike.

So, the little doo dad on the left goes in my shoe and the part on the right goes into my ipod. I can download all sorts of cool stuff off of itunes and upload the information from the "chip" in my shoe to download and (GET THIS) have charts! AND this cool little thing costs...ONLY THIRTY BUCKS!!! AND I GOT 15% OFF EVERYTHING!!!

I'm so stoked (can you tell?), I can not wait to get it calibrated and download all the cool stuff! My itunes is on my work computer, so the ONLY disappointing part was that I could not do any of this fun stuff this weekend.

Friday afternoon I hit the treadmill to make sure the shoes were cool and they right knee is still bothering me...but the pounding sensations I was getting with my other shoes were gone. I think I am going to have to sport the knee brace for a while.

Friday night Scott and I went to a LONG Lookouts game...we left in the 12th, the Looks won in the 14th.

This morning I went to yoga and it was A GREAT class. Afterward I was not tight for the first time since THE race. I went to the pool this afternoon and worked on my freckles and then went to dinner with Scott's family (he is at the Atlanta Braves game today). I am trying to figure out what to do for cardio tomorrow afternoon. I know that I will want to run (once I get my ipod situated) Monday...and I should not run three days in a row...maybe I'll do laps at the pool, in my swim suit!

Much love to Momo who is in an Ironman race tomorrow and congrats to ZBuck, Russ and Matt who competed in a Duathlon today and Iron Pol who competes in a half Ironman this weekend!

Take Care

Were running
Keep holding my hand
Its so we don't get separated (No Doubt)

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Somebody's ringin' the bell, Do me a favor, Open the door and let 'em in

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH (again and again and again) for your awesome support!!!!

Well today I jump back on the horse. I have been pretty lazy since Saturday...I swam on Monday and did strength work (mostly ab work) at home Tuesday and last night. Tonight I am planning on going to my Powerflex class and doing 20 minutes on the elliptical afterward. Tomorrow, when I run, will be the first true test of what is going on with my knee...but it is time to get going...

We are officially signed up for another event, The Chattanooga Waterfront Tri on July 15th. I say we because my Momma, my friend Kim and I are doing it as a relay. Momma is doing the swim (1.5K), Kim the bike (40K) and I am doing the run (10K).

I would really like to do this 10K in under an hour. For now that is my goal.

I have been looking at the track club schedule to try and set up my plan for the rest of the year... I am thinking of doing two more 5K races and one 10K race this year and I am batting around the idea of signing up for next year's Country Music 1/2 marathon in April.

A funny thing happened in Barnes and Noble yesterday when I went to get a book I have heard a lot about called," Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert (If it is as good as everyone says I will make sure to do a post on it) and, as always, I found myself with the magazines. I have made it clear from the get go that I am a magazine junkie...give me a Glamor, Lucky, In Style, Allure and I am a happy girl!

Guess what I bought yesterday...

One other things that I have read about in the blog world in tempo runs and I never REALLY understood what that meant. It had a great article and explanation and I am definitely going to start doing a tempo run, at least, once a week! It also had a good article on runner's knee that I need to get further into!

Today I am going to see my psychiatrist. It is a scheduled visit that I have had for a while. I have decided I am going to lay it all out for him (including the fact that I took myself off the meds, which I know he will not be happy about) and go with (for the time being :) ) whatever advice he gives me...I guess he is the professional!

Take Care

Sister Suzi, brother John,
Martin Luther, Phil and Don,
Uncle Ernie,Auntie Gin
open the door, let em in (Paul McCartney)

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

The Rest of the Story

When I was in Middle School and the start of High School my Mom was part of a car pool. When it was her time to drive everyone would always tell me to try and get her to put it on one of the "cooler" (Top 40) radio stations. She liked to listen to a station that had a stronger than usual "talk" element and played mostly oldies and a few, very main stream, top 40 hits. I would play along with my friends and tell her I wanted the station changed...sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't.

Truth be told I liked the station that she listened to. One of the main reasons I liked the station was that Paul Harvey was featured daily. I loved his voice and the inside angle that he gave to events happening around the world. His segment was called, "The Rest of the Story." As I was thinking of this post I thought of Paul Harvey, because this post really is the rest of the story:

* I had a full blown panic attack in the first mile of my race on Saturday. My mind raced as the fear built. All I could think of was, what if I can not do this? My legs were heavy, my mouth was really dry and I could not seem to catch my breath. I had thoughts of stopping right then and saying that my knee hurt, that I did not feel good, straight out telling my family I was having a panic attack.

I was surrounded by people and felt totally closed in, like there was no where to go. I began singing to my ipod and trying to visualize that I was running on the treadmill at the gym. As one foot went in front of the other I calmed some and finally got into a rhythm. The last thought of bailing came when the 10K and the 5K split...I could just follow the 5K and say I got confused somehow.

When the split happened and I saw how few people headed up the hill on the 10K route I felt like I had to do this...I am one of few who have chosen this route and I have to do it. Shortly there after I saw Momma and Scott for the first time and that gave me a boost I needed badly.

*Right before the 4th mile marker we turned into a headwind, I had been trotting along nicely for a while at this point. When we hit the headwind I got really cold. Bone cold. I had decided to wear a sleeveless top because I thought I would be really hot, I never thought, for a second, that I would be so cold! It scared me and the OCD kicked in again. I looked down at my heart rate and it was at 99% (whatever that means). I was not tired but I walked because I was scared. I could not let go of the thought that something was seriously wrong with me.

I never warmed up the rest of the race and it was only after a warm bath that I felt my temp was normal back at home (we did eat at a cold restaurant after the race which probably did not help much). This is where the obsession kills me. The thought that something was wrong never passed through my head the rest of the race (I worried even after I got home) it played like a broken record in my head. Once again it was seeing my Mom and S and Alan and Kate on the bridge that boosted me to the finish.

* I have been off my meds for a while now. My psychiatrist lowered my dose but I continued the process and slowly stopped taking them all together. I can tell you, without a doubt that if I had been on meds neither of the two experiences I described above would have happened. The meds would have evened me out and I would not of had the panic sensations and I would not have obsessed over the cold feelings.

This leaves me in an interesting position. By God I made it through that race with panic, with obsessive thoughts and without meds; but, did I have to? Sometime in the near future I hope to be pregnant and at that time there will be no question, I will not be on meds (this is a decision I made myself after a lot of research).

But until then...who am I? Am I the girl that was Saturday who suffers through and is proud of herself not only for her physical accomplishment, but also for her mental accomplishment. Or am I the girl who does not worry who I am? The fact of the matter is that I am still not sure.

The girl who made it through the race on Saturday is not always a fun girl to be. She over thinks everything and stops herself, in her own tracks, at every turn. The girl who does not worry will always wonder if she is missing something by not worrying.

I am still thinking and praying about this one a lot. I am not sure what I will do...

Thanks again for all the support out there in the blog world. You all were definitely on my mind during the race. When it comes down to it, no matter who ever else I am, I am a lucky girl to be so supported!

Now you have the rest of the story,
Molly Cooper, Good Day

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Got your popcorn ready?...this is a long one!

For one hour, nine minutes and fifty seven seconds yesterday I worked harder than I have in a really long time! I can honestly say that I was not truly prepared for this race. I think that there is no way that I could have known that before running, I am not saying that in a self deprecating way - just to say that this 10K was a HUGE learning experience for me!
I got up at 5:45 and had my oatmeal and coffee and water and S and I headed out at 7:15. My sweet husband had taken spray chalk and written GO MOLLY on the driveway...he knew how nervous I was and it was really cool that he thought to do that for me!!!

I got there and got my chip (I picked up my race packed with my number in it on Friday) and met up with my Alan, Jen and Kate.

I was pretty nervous going in and so pics and hugs with Momma (I think this is one of my favorite pics of me and Momma ever) and Scott were necessary.

Before I knew it we were lining up. There were probably 4x more people there than were at the 5k and it was MUCH more organized. They told us that all miles would be marked and splits would be called. We lined up up according to pace...there were signs along the straight away that we started on. The 5K and 10K started together and the 5K split off about a mile into the race.

The first mile was REALLY tough. I was really questioning myself and my mouth was really dry and I felt really closed in...with good reason. I found out after the race that there was a record attendance at this race...nearly 1,100 people participated! I really had to talk myself through that first little bit!

Momma took the artsy picture of me at the start...I think it is really cool. I am the second blue body in this shot. Momma and S hustled to this spot to take this shot of me. It was SO great to see them there. I had just climbed the first of three hills in the first three miles. I managed to erase my split times from my watch...but in my nervousness and excitement I ran the first two miles in under nine minute...which I think killed me later. This was a nice straight away and down hill section. The third hill came soon after as did my first walk. Did not think that my legs could make it...and I thought that I could probably walk ( still in proper form Iron Pol) than I could run!

Soon we hit the Riverwalk, where I ran the 5K. Right before we hit the wooden part of the walk S had written in chalk paint, GO MOLLY GO and that gave me such a big boost. The Riverwalk part of the race was my best, most even and comfortable part of the run. At the end of the Riverwalk part I knew I was close to mile four. We then turned up to Riverfront Parkway that runs parallel to the Riverwalk...and we turned into the a headwind. I had a little bit of a freak out at this point b/c I was pretty tired and all of a sudden, with the head wind, I got really cold, I looked down and my HR was at 99%. I decided to walk for a while. Mile 4 to 5 was my slowest, I walked most of it...mostly b/c I was nervous about the cold feelings. That was the LAST thing that I expected to feel!

I could see mile marker 5 in the distance and sunshine on the street (we had been running in the shade) and I picked it back up. Then I saw my Momma, S, Alan and Kate on a bridge over the Parkway and once again I got an emotional lift. They all (including Kate in the cutest voice) GO MOLLY GO!

I ran a little longer and had to walk a little more again. The cold feeling was still with me and my knees started screaming at me! I decided to do a five minute run/two minute walk until I saw the six mile marker and I ran it in from there. When I saw the finish line I was SO happy and then I saw my Dad, who I did not expect to be there. All of a sudden he yelled, "HURRY YOU HAVE TO BEAT 1:10!" and I turned it up and pulled in at 1:09:57...THANKS DAD MAN! S was at the end of the finish straight away and I was so glad to see him and the sweet thing hugged me despite an hour of gunk!

I kept walking after the race and drank a lot of water. It was SO great to have all my family there and I have to say that, to a person, the people that ran this race were awesome! Every person that I saw from the folks at the water station, to the crossing guards, the people guiding us in the right direction were amazing and supportive and I really appreciate all of them!

I am SO proud of Jen, she made it too with
a lot less training than I did!. The pic on the right is with her group of friends from work who ran the race too!

Then we had to go to get my favorite pancakes at the Blue Plate.

I crashed pretty hard yesterday afternoon...but did not nap as much as I had anticipated ( I did not sleep much Friday night!). I was a little nervous b/c I did have a lot of trouble warming up...but after eating A LOT, taking a warm bath and stretching a little I was able to get in a little nap.
We went to visit with family and friends on my parents house boat last night. It was the last night of Riverbend and there was a great fireworks show. My Momma had a picture from the race posted in the window of the boat and S was up to his old tricks and put a big chalk "sign" on the concrete that had a congrats message and my time!
Starting last night and into today I am having a little trouble with my left knee, which to this point has been my "good" knee. I am hoping that my quads are just so tight that they are pulling a little funny on my knee. I am still stretching like a crazy person...without much results...just have to keep it up!
Major thanks to my family and friends that really got me through this! I am thinking a lot about the 10K in July and what I need to do between now and then to be better prepared for the next race!
Take Care

Saturday, June 16, 2007


1 hour
9 minutes
57 seconds

More later
Sleep now

Take Care

Friday, June 15, 2007

I just wanna fly

Well I am sufficiently nervous already.

Runner Susan's site provided an idea for a cool distraction:

Notice that I look like Ashley Simpson PRE nose job!

I tried to do Kozmo too...but his face did not match...I guess that is a good thing for the celebs!

I have my plan all worked out for tonight. S and I are going to leave two cars downtown so that I can head home early from the Riverbend Party. I have my food worked out too...pasta with grilled chicken and lots of water. I can pick up my race packet at the festival tonight, so I plan on being at the race site at 7:30 (3o minutes b/4 race time sound OK?).

I plan on getting up at 6:00 and having my oatmeal and coffee and sticking with the normal routine. Mom will be the photographer again and there will be lots of family sister in law Jen (who got me into this to begin with) is running too.

I just finished my play list for the race:

Accidentally in Love Counting Crows
Irreplaceable Beyonce
What I Got Sublime
Tubthumping Chumbawamba
Numb Lincin Park
Thks Fr Th Mmrs Fall Out Boy
I'm a Believer Smashmouth
Umbrella Rihanna and Jay-Z
Run Around Blues Traveler
Fly Sugar Ray
Since U Been Gone Kelly Clarkson
Tell Me Diddy and Christina Aguilera
Semi-Charmed Life Third Eye Blind
The Remedy Jason Mraz
ShowMeWhatchaGot Jay-Z
Walkin' on the Sun Smashmouth
Move Along All American Rejects
Praise You Fatboy Slim
New Shoes Paolo Nutini
Interstate Love Song Stone Temple Pilots
Hey There Delilah Plain While T's
September Earth Wind and Fire

I hope that I do not nee that many songs...I figured I'd rather have too many than not enough.

I have to give a special shout out to Iron Pol for the advice he gave me on tackling the hills without killing myself. And as always thanks to all of you, especially Bill, Andra and Allez for your tips and support.

I was watching an interview on the Today show with the guy from Man vs. Wild that Russ mentioned and he was asked how he makes it through all the tough situations he is in. He said that he just focuses on the fact that the discomfort will not last forever yadda, yadda, yadda. I'm going to keep that in mind as well as momo's advice that it is OK if it hurts a little.

As always, I appreciate any advice that you can give me...anything you wish you knew before your first, water and simply running advice is great too.

Take Care

dance a little stranger, show me where you've been
love can make you hostage wanna do it again
there's no time to think about the starting or the end
we'll find out I'm told, my mother she told me so (sugar ray)

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, And I'll try not to sing out of key

First off I have to thank Alan for getting me these pics ( I have only harassed him slightly). It is hard not to have a camera (still not heard anything on Scott's)!

This is the Sunrise "Condominium Complex" (gawd forbid I call it a hotel) from the beach. The pool deck is on the front of the building and we were on the 10th floor.

Here I am, between freckle collecting, updating the blog on my infrequent trips to the fitness center.

A testimony to Alan's great camera, and our great view. This is the first or second night's sunset from our balcony.

Did I mention that we ate Angelo's a couple times? This is Big can see Scott and Kate (the BK) in the front of the shot...I am still inside eating garlic butter Texas Toast.

The obligatory Molly acting goofy shot. Here is my imitation of Scott:

The BK says, "Please no, don't make me go home!"

Great trip...lots of fun.

Alan has already found our destination for next year

...or maybe we will follow momo's lead and take off in a couple of weeks!

Take Care
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm going to try with a little help from my friends (Beatles)

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Dont stop believin'

I took it easy last night and just stretched out really well. I plan on doing a short warm up and going to yoga tonight and then doing a short pace run Thursday night.

Once again the night before the race I have a shindig to go to. This week in Chattanooga is Riverbend, a week long musical festival on our riverfront. In fact, the 10K is the Riverbend Run.

My parents bought a house boat last year and they have gotten (actually my Mom waited in the cold in February at 5 in the morning to get) a slip by the main stage and they are having a party on the boat Friday night. The performer that night is Earth Wind and Fire...Riverbend always tries to have a mix of up and comers (Daughtry was there last Saturday and apparently Chris was quite the a$$ and the band only played 45 minutes), current stars (usually country, Vince Gill this year) and oldies but goodies (Steve Miller Band is performing tomorrow night). So, back to the Mom is doing BBQ and fixings BUT since it is a house boat I am planning on making myself some noodles and bringing some grilled chicken.

I bit the bullet and got a sleeveless shirt to wear...I went with the Nike SportsTee Tank. I have the SportsTee and love it, so I figured I would go with what I know (I do appreciate the suggestion Andra, we only have Dick's Sporting Goods here). I also got a hat...the Nike Featherlite Cap. I will be sporting mostly favorite shorts and socks are Nike Asics will be the total endorsement buster.

My shin is feeling much better and my knee is a little better...still feel a little kink, esp. on stairs...hoping that will resolve itself before the race.

Thanks again for all the advice and support!

Take Care

Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues (Journey)

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

And as my mind begins to spread its wings, There's no stoppin' curiosity

I was pretty proud of my beach workouts. I made it to the workout room three times in five days. Two three mile runs and one weight training session with a mile warm up. I knew that my first workout when I got home would be rough...and it was...for several reasons.
From reading other sites I know that I should not push too hard, too soon before a race. And with THE 10K being on Saturday I knew that I needed to get a long run in yesterday. I also knew that I needed to Incorporated some incline on the treadmill, considering that the hills were my weakness (a nice way to say KILLED ME) on the 5k and there are two big ones on the 10k.

So, my goal was a 60 minute run...with incline the entire time at a 12 minute a mile pace. This would get me 5 miles, would be my longest run to date and would be only a mile.2 short of the race distance.

My first mistake was not eating anything before I went. I made a conscious decision to have a light lunch yesterday (ate WAY too much last week) but I did not, and I should have had, a snack b/4 the run.

The good news is that I ran for 60 minutes straight. The OTHER news is that I only kept the incline on for the first three miles and my HR was so high during the last mile that I tapered my speed and finished the 60 minutes with 4.8 miles.

The bad news is that I have never felt worse after a run. I literally felt like I was going to pass out. I refilled my water bottle, drove home and collapsed, for a moment. Then I started to think what a dummy I was for not eating more and expecting so much out of my I got up and started eating. After a veggie quesidilla I felt a lot better and a little later I had an English Muffin and felt human again. I did take a solid twenty minutes to stretch last night (Girl, Interrupted was the book and I was impressed with the movie interpretation) and boy am I tight!

The bad bad news is that I HURT this morning. My right knee hurts and my left "shin" (tibialis)muscle is soar.

I am not sure what to do tonight (suggestions anyone?). I usually go to a weight training class...but I kinda feel like I want to run or do the elliptical for thirty minutes or so and then stretch really well again. And then what to do (other than be smarter about my eating and drink more water) to do for the rest of the week?!?

My other question is for you ladies out there...I do not have a sleeveless workout (wicking...) shirt and I want to get one for the race Saturday...any suggestions?

Have a great day and Take Care

Who's to say I can't do everything
Well I can try
And as I roll along I begin to find
Things aren't always just what they seem (Jack Johnson)

Monday, June 11, 2007

A little something I wrote on the way home from the beach.

In August of 2005 Dr Gregory told me I was gaining too much weight. At 5’7” I was the heaviest I had been in my life. But, at 164 I did not feel that I was overweight. I am sure that the tears would have swelled; but I was in such a state of shock I said nothing. Dr. Gregory went on to tell me that he did not think I was overweight, but that he had recorded a weight gain at each of my recent visits and I was reaching the high end of normal on the body mass index chart. Dr. Gregory was my savior, my hero a man who truly changed my life (another story for another time) and to hear those words come from his mouth made an impression.

However, not an immediate impression. I continued to live in denial for a while. The weight gain was a result of my attempt to be a happy house wife, cooking yummy (not healthy) meals for my husband, baking cookies and being totally enveloped in “our” new little world. I was not working out and I was still eating like I did in High School. I am sure part of my problem was that my metabolism came to a screeching halt…I WAS the girl who could eat everything. Exercise was never anything I thought about it was something that happened on a soccer field, in a skull on the river, or in my parent’s backyard pool.

Soon after my appointment with Dr Gregory I found that my Irritable Bowel Syndrome was acting up and I ended up in and out of my GI Doctor’s office for a while. My doctor and I decided I needed a nutritionist.

During all this I was continuing to go to yoga regularly and asked my instructor if she knew of someone who I could go to. I called Dr. Kelley and made an appointment with her.

Dr. Kelley blew my mind. I was eating three to four times more food than I needed to in a day. She is also a believer in eating smaller, more frequent meals and encouraged me to start to exercise again.

By the start of 2006 I was on board. Eating smaller, more frequent, meals. Looking for healthier options for dinner. To my delight Scott jumped on board and we joined the YMCA as well. I started to feel a change in my clothing first. I purchased a lot of size 12 clothing in 2005 and they started to hang on me. I pulled out some older clothes, in size 10, and was excited that they fit. I stepped on the scaled in March of 2006 to find that I weighed 152, a 12 pound weight loss. I felt happy and healthy. I believe that most of my weight loss was a result of my eating habits and the three days a week I spent on the elliptical trainer.

2006 was a tough year for me. I started to take Prozac for my OCD in the summer of 2003 and was doing great with 20 mg and behavioral therapy until the spring of 2006. At that point my therapist and Psychiatrist decided to bump me to 40 mg and then later in the summer bumped me again to 60 mg. After the 60 mg prescription I went on line and did some research, I was scared to death of gaining back the weight I had lost. Little did I know what was to come.

All of a sudden I could not keep the weight on. It was falling off me with little to no effort. One morning I pulled on my favorite pair of jeans and they were way too big. In the late summer of 2006 I started to by clothing in size 8 and by the fall and winter these clothes hung on me too. During one of my more and more infrequent trips to the gym I stepped on the scale and was shocked to see that I weighed 140 pounds. I did not weigh that little when I was playing varsity soccer in college.

But all around me, for the first time, people were noticing that I was loosing weight. The comments poured in…some positive and some family members commented that they thought I was too skinny. After Thanksgiving I saw a picture of myself and agreed. My previously prominent butt was flat and my face looked extremely sunken in. At the same time my sister-in-law mentioned that she was going to train for and run in a 10K. After three knee surgeries I never thought I would be a runner but something inside pushed me to consider this opportunity. Soon I was on the bandwagon and was run/walking daily.

An interesting thing started happening next. I was jumpy all the time, especially in the morning. I felt wired before I even had my first cup of coffee. I wondered if I was, now, on too much Prozac. I went on line again and this time did some deeper digging. I was amazed to find that some doctors are now prescribing Prozac, with other drugs, as a weight loss medication. Well that explained everything. For whatever reason the Prozac had sped up my metabolism to the point of excessive weight loss. Previously I had never felt jumpy on the Prozac, which in my mind means that I needed the dose I was on, but now, with the crazed feelings I was having everything started to make since.

I went to my psychiatrist and (literally) talked him into letting me reduce my dose. And I kept running. I got hooked up with an online community of triathletes who further inspired me to push myself and my body. I started lifting weights again. And once again as my activity increased so did the wired, buzzed feelings I hated so much. Then one afternoon I came home so worked up I felt like I needed a drink to level myself out. As I took the first few sips of wine I had, for the first time in a long time, an anxiety attack. I have always enjoyed alcohol; but I never needed alcohol. This scared me. Over the next two months I reduced my dose on my own. For the time being (I say that because OCD is a life long disease and I know that there is a strong possibility that there will come a time in my life where I will need the help of meds again) I am Prozac free.

I just completed a 5k in preparation for my 10K. I run four days a week and lift weights two days a week. This weekend I got on the scale for the first time in a long time. 147 stared back at me and I must admit that I was a little disappointed. A seven pound weight gain. I did not let this thought linger much longer. I threw on some jeans and a sleeveless top and looked in the mirror. My previously infamous butt was back, my arms looked toned and strong and I reminded myself that these legs had just carried me for three 10 minute miles.

I am writing this after a week at the beach where I witnessed women of all shapes and sizes strutting their stuff in numerous types of swim suits. The first day I was a little shy…but as I stood there on the beach, in my bikini, I was overcome with an appreciation of the body I had…a body I have worked hard for.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Summer, summer, summertime

Having a great time.

Being done with dinner at 6:00 Wednesday night turned out fine. We ended up on the beach for a little while and a long time at the pool. It was actually nice to get some activity in b/c I ate more than I have in a long time...including 4 pieces of the best garlic "Texas Toast" I have ever had!

Yesterday morning Scott and Alan and I went to the fitness room. I did a mile warm up run and lifted weights. Came back and had some breakfast and headed to the beach for the rest of the day. We went to a seafood restaurant, Captain Anderson's, last night...pretty good - I made a poor choice on my order. We walked the Pier and then got deserts to go. I had three bites of my mouse parfait when I got home and had to stop it was SO rich.

This morning has been on the beach...we might be headed out to Pineapple Willie's to get some ribs for lunch. Then we are headed to Sea Grove to see the extended Cooper family (Scott's Gramma, three Uncles, two Aunts and five cousins) for dinner this evening.

Alan's camera is taking amazing pictures, but he does not have room on his computer to I do not have any to post! So, I will have some good ones when we get back.

Momma did send a pic of Koz...he is with being taken very good care of by her and Percy (who is hogging the couch) this week while we are gone. So the only picture is of my baby...who I miss!

Take Care


Here it is the groove slightly transformed

Just a bit of a break from the norm (Will Smith)

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Good good good good vibrations

Thanks again to everyone for their support! I appreciate the advise to run the 5K b/4 the 10K too...I know that I will feel a lot better when the 10K rolls around being familiar with a race environment.

The rest of Saturday was LAZY! Sunday S and I did a lot of work on the house, did a little furniture re-arranging and cleaning and so forth. We did take Koz on a long walk, only then did I realize that my quads were the last body part to realize that I was no longer racing and they could relax.

Monday I had a whole lot to do! About 15 errands t run around and get don. With the very best intentions at heart I planned on getting a run in - it just did not happen. The GREAT part of yesterday was that it was mt Momma's birthday. We celebrated Momma's and Scott's birthday's with a great dinner at an awesome restaurant in Chattanooga, St John's. S was a little late b/c of a softball game (the won though, so it was OK) and the restaurant was slammed and took three hours to get us through our meal (with Katie's little ones, which made it exciting) otherwise it was a great night!

One of the things I had to do Monday was pack for the fourth (and last) of the long string of vacations I am going on this summer. Yesterday I spent in the car on the way to Panama City with this crazy bunch...

I rode down with Scott's Brother and sister in law
and their daughter Kate. Took us about 9 hours, including stops and it was quite the ride!!! As I have said about my sister's kids before, I was really impressed with how well Kate handled the whole day...which did not end when we got to PC!

We went on to eat at The Treasure Ship, which is in a big pirate ship...

If you are ever in PC (or as we call it The Redneck Rivera) skip this one!

Then a trip to the Wall...

Scott and his parents got in late last night...took them 6 and a half hours to make the trip...I probably do not want to know how fast Scott's dad was going.

S and his brother took off early this morning to see the Blue Angels practice in Pensacola. The rest of us woke up to a fire alarm which provided the early morning workout of descending and climbing 10 flights of stairs...twice.

I then checked out the fitness room here...very nice. I got a good three mile run in...I think my quads are STILL tighter than they have ever been!

The I joined the crew at the beach and the pool for the rest of the morning and we all ate lunch and chilled until the boys get home. We are about to leave for dinner (it is 3:30) b/c S's Dad wants to go to this really popular restaurant called Angelo's but does not want to have to wait!Not sure what we will do when we are done with 6:00!

We are in a beautiful condo that has a full kitchen...and wireless! So, I hope to be posting my run stats for the next few days as well as pictures (Scott's brother got a new camera!) and better restaurant reports...lived on french fries and cokes yesterday!

Take Care

Na na na na naNa na naNa na na na naNa na naDo do do do doDo do doDo do do do doDo do do
(Beach Boys)

Saturday, June 2, 2007


First I must say a BIG thank you to Andra, Russ, momo, Bill, Lauren, Allez, Dr. John and Skirough for all the amazing advise that you gave me!!! I was pretty nervous this morning and reading your posts again (and knowing the "eggling" was better!) really helped me out!

My story really begins last night. It was Scott's B-Day and he wanted to have Mexican for dinner...I now know that if I am going to a Mexican restaurant for dinner the night before a race I will eat some pasta (I know, I know, you told me so!) before and simply enjoy the company of those at the restaurant!

We then went to the Lookout's game and saw one of the craziest things I have ever seen! The other team's manager (the Lookout's former manager) went CRAZY...he covered home plate, pulled up third and second base and then started crawling on his belly from third base to the mound...when he got to the mound he started picking up the rosin bags and throwing them like grenades. He then took off for the clubhouse (he had been ejected before any of this happened) with second and third base in hand. It was better than the Chicken!

So, got in bed around 10:30 with a rumbly belly. Woke up several times during the night with thoughts that I had overslept. At 5:30 the alarm went off and I still felt full and my stomach was uneasy. So, I changed the plan a little and had a banana and a cereal bar and a Coke (bubbles always settle my stomach) and felt a lot better before Scott and I left at 6:15.

We got there at 6:30 and there were about 50 people waiting around and they were not ready for us yet. Things were pretty disorganized the entire time. It was great to have S and my Momma there...they really helped me stay calm.

I got number 204. They never really told us the course only that is was an out and back and there would be volunteers along the way.

I decided to wear my HR monitor but turn off the settings (so it would not make any noise when I got to 85%) so I could look at it but would not necessarily have to pay attention to it (If you are interested it stayed between 90 and 97% the entire time!). Had a good music mix on too...decided to pick songs that I knew all the words to so I could sing along the entire time.

The race organizers were running around like chickens with there heads cut off until about 7:30, at which point they got the 5K runners together at the start. I was really nervous...can you tell?

Then we started...

I was pretty tight. I had walked around a lot...maybe not enough. I had a major case of cotton mouth going on. I was passed a lot at the beginning. Tried not to focus on that and to just try and run my pace...but a little faster (tried to make it hurt a little!). Got into my groove and then I saw the hill we were about to go up and I started to panic a little...there are no hills on my treadmill.

After the hill I actually started to feel a groove...then I passed the 1 mile marker they had out...I looked at my watch...13:45. A 13+ minute mile - that SUCKS. I was a little disheartened but kept plugging along. I started to tell myself...this is your first race, do your best, don't worry.

Then people started passing on the left...headed back. They all looked wet, which made me happy because I realized they had water. Pretty soon I was at the turn. As they handed me a cup of water, the volunteers kept repeating,"the first mile marker was wrong...the first mile marker was wrong." Feeling even better I swished and spit my water twice (b/c that is what the girl in front of me did) and then dumped the rest on my head.

Felt like I had a second wind...knowing that I had not run a first 13+ minute mile made me feel better.
Then...I hit the second hill...that hurt! I slowed down and was passed for the first time since the start. Once at the top my legs seemed happy again and I took off. I passed two people who had passed me at the start. I had thoughts of trying to catch the woman that was in front of me (my water spitting mentor) and I thought of Audra's hammy and decided to try and stay with her.

I realized that I was close to the end and I took off my ipod so I could her my time. I turned the corner to the finish and looked at the clock....29:55...huh? I crossed at 30:15. SO CLOSE to under 30...I started to beat myself up a little for slowing up on that hill.

There were Momma and S cheering for me as I crossed and I started to realize that I ran 6 minutes faster that I ever had and 30:15 did not seem so bad!

We chilled and cheered for everyone coming in. Had some water and went to the restaurant that is on the grounds, The Blue Plate (behind S and I on the left) , and I got some pancakes... yummy!

We ate listened to the age group winners. Based on the people that passed me at the beginning that I did not need to worry about that. Mom and I talked about how much running is an individual sport during the event but after the race it really seemed to be a running community! We took a group picture (I'm on the left in the bright blue shorts) after all the 10k runners came in and then we were on our way!

Thanks to EVERY ONE who was pulling for me...the GAC Jr's, Kandi, The Giannasi's, Bat Man, Kim, Bill at work, Scotty, all of you in blog world and a special thanks to Momma for the pics. I could not have done it without you... I just have to swallow the fact I gotta do that distance twice in only two weeks!
Take Care