I wish I could report that I’ve done a lot of amazing things and had an amazing weight loss, but that’s not my reality.
What I can say is that I am currently on track, managed to deal with the hand dealt to me, and stayed committed to my half-marathon goal.
In my last post I explained that I had been supporting my husband and family through the anticipated loss of my MIL. She finally passed away on May 20th. It was very difficult to care about eating right and training while mourning her loss and supporting others. My weight fluctuation over the last month totally reflects this loss of control or lack of motivation. We are called survivors for a reason, and being in that state, means you do just that whatever it takes to survive. For two weeks, my weight went up 2 to 3 pounds per week, which was directly related to the eating for comfort, drinking wine to numb, and missing work-outs.
Pre-death: 05/13 – 290.6
Day of death: 05/20 – 293.4
Week after: 05/27 – 295.6
Two weeks after: 06/03 – no meeting
Three weeks after: 06/10 – 293.2
I am fully back on track, following all my routines and healthy eating, so I anticipate being back to my pre-death loss. I am noting these truths because I have to learn from patterns and make adjustments as needed. I have already forgiven myself for slacking and eating for comfort. I just need to make sure I understand fully and move forward.
That said, I am proud to admit that I accomplished my half-marathon on Saturday, June 12th. Despite falling off track with my running goals for a couple weeks, I was still able to get in my weekday maintenance runs and stayed “cardiovascularly in shape.” I finished in 3 hours and 17 mins, averaging a 15 minute mile, and actually ran 8 of the 13.1 miles. I never set my goal to run the entire event, but weeks prior I was capable of staying with the 6 mile mark, which feels beyond remarkable to me. I have learned that 10k (6.2 miles) is the perfect length for me.
Now that I have completed the half-marathon, I wonder when I will discover my next goal. And as many have questioned, no, I do not intend to do a full marathon. In fact, I do not intend to do another half-marathon. 13 miles is a long distance and too long to define as enjoyable. I can honestly say I enjoyed my experience, the actual event as well as the 6 months of training leading up to it, but now that accomplishment is complete and I can find something else that pushes my limits.
I never expected to amaze myself. I never expected to be crying as I crossed the finish line. I never expected so many overwhelming emotions.
Filed under: Any old day... on June 14th, 2010