On With the Show (Weigh-in)

Hey there, neighbors!

I hope you’ve all had an eventful and productive week! I know I have… I’m currently working on planning a large promotion here in Northern Virginia (Yelp’s Passport to Mosaic! — keep your eyes akimbo for more news about it soon, since it’ll be open to ERRRRRYBODY!) and spent the first three days of this week in nonstop meetings and calls. Whew! I mean, I appreciate having a reason to get out of the house (and out of my jammies) as much as the next person, but boy, do I feel like I’ve deserved this weekend.

Except, it won’t exactly be the relaxing, no-plans weekend that I would ideally have laid out in front of me, since things kick off tomorrow with a 5K! My first 5K, in fact, since — hooooo boy — I don’t even know when the last race I participated in was. I think it honestly might have been Reach the Beach… wowzers. Anyway, I’ve been upping my running game little by little over the past month or so, but we’ll have to see how it goes A) running outside (I’ve been doing all treadmill running so far) and B) being back in a race environment again for the first time in over a year. But since this particular race, the Cupid Run, seems like it’ll be on the smaller, more intimate side, hopefully it’ll be a good one to get back in the game with.

Plus, everyone who runs gets a pair of heart-shaped deely boppers! #worthit

Anyway, onto the main event:

(Re)Starting Weight: 236.6 lbs
Last Weigh-in: 230.7
This Weigh-in: 229.6 lbs
Difference: -1.1 lbs

Whoop! I’ll take it! Consider me officially out of the 230s and continuing to wind my way dooooown. This week brought with it another bout of eating difficulties due to the metal braces strapped to the back of my teeth, further educating me in the types of things I can and cannot eat.

For example:

Sandwiches made with any kind of delicious, crusty bread are out. So clearly, this is going to be the real key of my weight loss.

ANYWAY. While unfortunately non-Wonder Bread sandwiches may be out, Peking Duck, which we went out for last night in celebration of my mama’s birthday, surprisingly is still in!

To which I say, “Thank GOODNESS!” because Peking Duck is outrageously delicious. And totally worth the 15 minutes I spent brushing and flossing my teeth afterwards to get stuff out of my braces.

Alas, I do think that this uneven eating schedule, as well as the uneven amounts that I’m able to eat — partially due to just physically being able to eat at all, and partially due to the ridonkulously slow speed at which I am able to consume things — isn’t doing me any favors in the weight loss department. Which actually sucks, because I would much rather have easy weight loss as a side effect of these things, over, you know, tongue ulcers and stuff.

Of course, I also have a sneaking suspicion that my body is just being spiteful about making it go through this all again, so there’s that. But after 25 years of weight fluctuations, diets, “diets,” and all the other crap I’ve put it through, I can’t really blame it for not behaving properly. Which is why I just gotta keep doing what I’m doing, try to get back to my regularly scheduled programming, and hope that things even out eventually.

Anyway, another pound down is another pound down, and while it’s hard not to feel like my progress has been slowing over the past couple of weeks, I’m trying to take your advice and stay positive. After all, just as many of you accurately pointed out, weight loss may come down to a “formula” (calories in vs. calories out) but we all know that results don’t always adhere to a schedule.

And so, it’s on with the show we go! Onward, downward, and so on, and so forth. Allons-y!

Cherry Blossom 5K

Boy, oh, boy. Where to begin with this one? Well, Sunday I ran the Cherry Blossom 5K and my feelings on it are… complicated. It started off as a huge cluster, unfortunately, but I still felt pretty good about it at the end. So, again, complicated. I felt the slightest bit weird about it in general, since I originally had signed up to run the 10 Miler but then dropped down to the 5K (smartest decision EVER, I should add!), but I still had my 10 Miler bib and everything. Still, I was excited to get another 5K under my belt (a distance that I’ve admitted many times to enjoying), and had plans to meet up with my sister and brother-in-law after they finished the 10 Miler.

The 10 Mile race had kicked off at 7 AM, while the 5K didn’t start until 8:40. I figured I had tons of time to get there, so I left for the Metro around 8 AM. Well, apparently I am fail at riding the metro, because even though the Smithsonian stop is only supposed to be 20 minutes away I didn’t get there until almost 9 o’clock! I hatehateHATE being late, so as soon as I got off the train, I started sprinting to try to find the 5K starting line. Unfortunately, it was blocked by the end of the 10 Miler course! Since I got there so late, there were a TON of fasssssst runners booking it towards their own finish line. I ran back to ask some race volunteers how to get across to the 5K start, and they told me that I did, in fact, have to cross the 10 Miler course… carefully. So I ended up having to wait another 4 to 5 minutes just to find a break in the stream of runners that I could sprint through (and felt like a total toolbag/douchecoaster doing so).

I tried to shake off my humiliation and continue towards the starting line… which had already been converted into the finish line. D’oh. I tried to peek at the clock to see what time I’d actually started at and I started my RunKeeper app to get some semblance of an idea of how I’ll do by the end. At this point, I was pretty disheartened. All of the stuff I love about racing — the crowds, the kick-off, the other people surrounding you — was gone. It was just me, a handful of other latecomers, and a steady stream of runners who are already heading for the finish. I had pretty much resigned myself to having a horrible race experience at this point. It was really difficult not to feel embarrassed as I trudged along by myself, despite all the encouraging words for volunteers and whatnot. I kept wanting to announce to them that I just started really late, that I wasn’t really in last place! Discouraged and already exhausted (after sprinting almost half a mile just to get through the starting gate), I ended up walking most of the first mile. Womp.

As it turned out, all was not lost, however. I did make a friend on the course, a fellow latecomer and 10 Miler drop-downer. After commiserating with her for a little while, I started to get a little bit of my spirit back. We started jogging again, and once we hit the turnaround point I was feeling much better. At this point, we began to pass the majority of the walkers, and as we ran back over the Memorial Bridge one of the volunteers yelled out “You caught up! I remember seeing you on the other side. How did you catch up so fast?!” which made me feel pretty good, haha. The second half of the race went by much faster, and was generally much more pleasant as we passed groups of people and the finish line came into view. I caught sight of Jenny and Dan (who had already finished their 10 Miles before I could even finish my 3.1, haha) near the end and started to really book it. I sprinted across the finish line and, though I don’t have an official read on my time, ended up finishing in ~38 minutes. Not a record by any means, but given my craptastic start and the fact that I walked in the beginning, I actually feel pretty good about. (I also feel I should remind myself that my very first 5K — which I didn’t walk at all during — took me over 40 minutes to complete.)

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In the end, all’s well that ends well, and despite its less-than-stellar beginnings, the race did serve as a good reminder that the actual 3.1 mile distance is totally doable. With a little more dedicated outdoor training (since I’ve been doing almost 100% treadmill runs lately), I know I’ll be able to get back up to a 4 mile running stamina for the Reach the Beach Relay in May.

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The last item on the agenda before Jenny, Dan, and I braved the smelly Metro back to Falls Church was to pick up the 10 Miler finisher medal that I had prematurely ordered, hahaha. Oops. At least you can’t argue about my INTENTIONS to have run that race, right? I bequeathed it to my very deserving sister instead. 🙂

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So the name of the game now is simply to continue training for the RTB Relay, go out with a bang there, and then never have to run ever again! Bahahaha. 😉