I can already say that week 6 was much more productive than week 7 (hasn’t been a great week so far - mostly due to severe back pain).
February 5 - 4.5K run (pushing stroller), and 10.3K walk (8 as part of Ladies walk night)
February 6 - 35 mins elliptical, 25mins weights
February 7 - 8k Run, 2k Walk
February 8 - 3.4K walk, 40 mins Elliptical, 20 mins Bike, 15 mins weights
February 9 - 4.3K run (pushing stroller), kids swimming
Februauy 10 - Cardio Sculpt class
February 11 - 45 mins Elliptical, 35 mins weights
I’m really not enjoying running pushing the stroller, not even a little bit. I feel like it’s hurting my back (ye know, heavy stroller plus 2 heavy kids = almost over a hundred pounds). I’m just not loving it.
And, I haven’t done any long runs, every sunday the weather has been so gross that I just go to the gym. I’m beginning to get very worried for the Half in May.
1. It snowed last night, big fluffy snow, only 5cm, not enough to call in the army, but enough to keep me from driving to the gym (I can drive fantastic in the snow, I’m a Newfie, I got lots of practice, but it’s everyone else that I don’t trust). Today the snow melted and it was plus 10 degrees! Glorious running weather (I ran 6k this evening).
2. Access to healthcare. After living in Montreal and experiencing the hell that is trying to get access to decent healthcare, I LOVE LOVE LOVE our family doctor clinic here in Toronto. I can see a doctor the same day, every day of the week except Sunday. AMAZING. And I Need it as little runner girl is sick again (fever of 102.8!). Apparently throat infection this time.(Yes, it’s all free healthcare, I get nauseous just thinking that my friends down south have to PAY to have access to a basic right like healthcare).
She was up all night, and spent the day napping on the couch:
(Yes, I slept last night, 65 lovely minutes of shut eye plus a double espresso = me running).
Little Runner boy was sick and teething, so it was a week of little sleep in our house, and I was beginning to feel a little down.
January 22 - Went to the gym, 45 mins of Elliptical and 30 minutes of weights, felt fantastic to be productive.
January 23 - Monday is Ladies Walk Night, so Mandy (my neighbour) and I walked 4Km.
January 24 - Tried to go for a run pushing the stroller, both kids were angry and the run was cut short after just 4.3 Km
January 25 - went to the gym again, this time Mandy came along, we did 20 mins on the stationary bike and 40 minutes of weights.
January 26 - tried out my new Jillian Micheals Yoga DVD, and I really enjoyed it, will be integrating this DVD into my workouts while the kids nap.
January 27 - Finally got to run! Did 6.13 Km run around the neighbourhood, and it felt great, didn’t stop to walk once, my endurance has really changed since I started cross training, the plan is working!
January 28 - Went to the gym again with Mandy, this time we did a Cardio Sculpt class, and it was the perfect way to start a Saturday morning, my arms burned, my thighs burned, looking forward to next Saturday!
The good news, everyone is on the road to recovery:
Monday, little Monkey still had a fever, running during the day was not option. The only thing I could do was have him sit on me (and I’m not complaining, he was sick and cuddly and I want all the cuddles I can get, he is growing way to fast, see evidence below).
Me and Little Monkey a year ago:
Me and Little Monkey a few weeks ago:
Tuesday, little runner boy’s fever was gone, but he was still whingy. I tried to go for a run anyway with them in the stroller, after 4km I called it a day, they did not want to be in the stroller (which is odd as they usually love the stroller).
Wednesday, me and both of the kids received the flu shot, no running but I did get to go to the gym. I did 20 mins cardio and 40 mins of weights, no running as running on a treadmill hurts and feels nothing like running to me (I’m all about the elliptical).
Thursday, the plan was for me to run as soon as my husband got home, I spent all afternoon dressed to run. But, my husband had to go downtown (boo!) for a meeting so it took forever for him to get home, and by the time he arrived it was dark, wet, cold and everyone was hungry.
On the bright side, the little runners napped today! I got a chance to try out thenew DVD that I just purchased for 10 bucks, Jillian Micheals Yoga DVD, it was only 30 mins, but it felt good.
I hate feeling like yet another week is gone and I have made zero progress.
Tomorrow I’m hoping to work out again when they nap and go for a run when my husband gets home, that’s if it’s not another night of cold rain (I would take -10 or snow over cold rain anyway).
It was Cold, -6 with a windchill of -11, but the little runners were feeling better, so we suited up and headed out:
That’s little runner girl in the brown and black and little runner boy in the red and pink (we don’t conform around here).
Because I’m not so good with the whole “what is a mile” and I forgot to look it up before I left the house, I had to calculate in my head while running.
It went like this, if 3 miles is 5km (and apparently 3miles is a little less then 5km) then 3.5 miles is? In my head I came up with somewhere around 5.6km, but, just to make sure, I extended it to 6.5Km. I really wanted to make sure I ran the full distance
I was glad I got out there, running in the winter is odd, it’s always so much work in my head (I have to put on layers of clothing? I have to get the kids dressed up like they are going on an antarctic adventure?). But it’s always worth the effort.
(I just ran, so my hair looks totally crazy, and I asked mr. RNR to take the picture, so this look is the “hurry up and take the pic I’m getting cold!).
I say “I’m a feminist” and my husband laughs, and says “your no feminist”.
This is because he was raised by a feminist, and in his mind feminists are radicals that go around with signs all day long screaming “down with patriarchy”(not women who are empowered and believe in the equality of men and women).
Wow. Apparently, I’m a slave to the patriarchal institution. According to this woman, I should go back to work and pay someone else to take care of my children(which would mean I would need to take out a loan so I can go to work, at 720 per week daycare is not affordable until they are 2.5).
Yet again, the work women do within the house is being undervalued, women who choose to stay at home to raise their children are categorized as small minded (here a feminist woman is devaluing the work of a mother).
Maybe my husband is right, if this is what a feminist is, then I’m no feminist.
I didn’t run as much as I wanted to (or should have).
I hate having excuses, but I have a minimum sleep threshold, I go below it (and it’s 4 consecutive hours of sleep) and my running suffers. We had a few days this week of 2 toddlers not sleeping (both sick) both in our bed, both wanting mommy cuddles, but in our queen bed, it’s hard.
We really need a king sized bed, like we had in Florida - see room for everyone:
January 8 - walked 5km (ladies walk night)
January 9 - 6K run
January 10 - 5k walk and weights with the Wanker
January 11 - Nothing, too depressed from visit with Wanker
January 13 -Nothing, little girl getting sick, sleep evades me.
January 14 - Massive hangover.
Weight: 150, down 1 pound. So week two, not as successful but week 3 is off to a strong start with 30 minutes weights and 20 minutes on the elliptical!
* I can’t believe that tumblr completely ate my WIAW post, it took forever to upload all those photos and I just don’t have time to do it all over again.
* I went back to see the trainer yesterday who will now be known as the wanker-who-tried to-make-me-jump-rope-in-front-of-20-people. After 30 seconds (and a few embarrassing leaks, I refused and asked for an alternative exercise, told me that “you must be in really bad shape”). Loudly, in a “I’m a big trainer and your a fattie way” so that everyone can hear, and stare. Which they did. Full rant about Premier Fitness will come after I actually get to work out there on my own on Sunday (and I will be sending a formal complaint about the Wanker).
*Next week starts the “official training for my first half marathon week”.
*Am looking forward to the first official meeting of the mothers who Need wine club* tomorrow night, 4 of us will be gathering to do this:
(I won’t really get drunk, I gotta run 10K tomorrow).
My Contribution to the night:
*This isn’t to say I’m not grateful to be a mother, or that I actually “need wine” to get through the day, I don’t, I love the twins, but a woman can love her twins and love wine too.
I joined a gym. Well, it’s only 3 months pass purchased on living social, but, I LOVE lifting weights, and going to the gym. Such a huge fan.
When having the “what would you do if you won millions conversation”, I always say join a great gym and go every day. Which would mean I would need “people” to do all my at home work.
As we didn’t win any money, I am stuck with just 3 months to get all my gym fun in. I have a full post prepped reviewing this gym (so far, it has not been a good experience), but, they did take all my measurements (incorrectly) and inform me that I’m obese with an unhealthy body fat percentage (33%), they are recommending that I get it down to 20% (something that can only be done with a 1 year gym membership, interesting sales pitch).
I get why sleep deprivation is a form of torture, only those who have truly experienced what it is like to not sleep for weeks, months, and beginning to turn into years know how I feel.
When I hear of those mothers complaining that their child woke up once last night, I want to flick pennies at their head, and those who say nonchalantly “my child has slept through the night from the moment they were born”, well I switch to loonies for them.
The reaction isn’t rationale. I know that.
But, when you have slept zero hours in the night time in the past week, how else can someone react?
I try never to complain about motherhood, being a mother is SO much easier then all the work it took to bring them into this world, but, when sleep is an elusive dream, it’s hard not to have a little pity party (complete with an extra large Tims).
Please like my friend Renee’s photo! She’s an inspiring mother and yoga teacher, her picture is the one of 3 handstands, her and her 2 daughters. Her husband works away for months at a time and she’s an inspiration!
I do have excuses (mostly exhaustion, Mr. travelled so it was not a typical week, and neither of the little runners slept very much - which means I didn’t sleep at all). But, I despise excuses, everyone has excuses, pushing through them is the most important thing.
Last week I earned only 7 points, 4 for 80 minutes of hot yoga and 3 for a 3 mile run (really I ran 5 km, but, 3 miles is the closest measure - I hate thinking in miles - my brain works in metric).
This week I will do better, I have already earned 4 points for 80 minutes of hot yoga, and I’m about to go lift some weights (there is a heavy rain warning today, so no running for me!).
After a recent plane trip I had to say goodbye to an old friend:
I was sad, this bag and I have been together since 2005, we have gone to classes at UofT, gyms and yoga studios all over Toronto and Montreal. We travelled to Halifax, St.John’s, Vancouver and Cuba together.
I was feeling gloomy.
Until I stopped into Lululemon to check out their new bags. Say Hello to my new friend:
(It looks super purple in this light, but really it’s a dark black/purple).
The Lululemon Arabesque bag is GORGEOUS, and happily fits all of my workout gear (or travel gear!). The best part is it doesn’t slip off my shoulder!
I can’t wait to take this bag on the road when we go to Florida in a few weeks.
Of course, I am a mother to twins, so sleep is not something I get a lot of, but, I’m also an insomniac, so when the little runners are actually sleeping, I may not be sleeping.
Last night, I got 60 minutes sleep. The 60 minutes between our little girl coming into our bed and falling asleep, and our little boy waking me up. That’s it, that’s all. Our little boy was awake crying every 20 minutes. He has a runny nose, AND his Dad didn’t come home last night.
When my husband travels, it is really really hard.
And my training schedule gets thrown off. And that makes me cranky..
But they look so cheery:
And I look like crap:
I’m holding out for their nap, I will crawl back into bed, I will sleep and I will get through this day.
But my training regime has 3-4 days of running per week (usually a 5k, a 10k, a long run, and sometimes a walk/run with friends).
I also try and work in 1 hot yoga session and 2 strength training sessions.
I’m loving my current strength training regime, I do a set of 30, a set of 20 and a set of 10, in between each set I do a set of 30 jumping jacks, then 20 jumping jacks, then 10 jumping jacks. So I do a set of 30 Lunge/Toppling Tree then 30 jumping jacks, then 30 Dumbbel Lateral raises, etc.
One of the biggest mothering mistakes, in my opinion, is when a woman becomes obsessed with being a mother.
All their Facebook updates, all their blog posts, all they can talk about is their children. And some of these children are teens, which means they have a life of their own. And it’s just not healthy, what kid needs the pressure of being their mother’s everything.
Which is why, for the past few years, in between diapers and cooking and cleaning I have been thinking about my career. And thinking, and thinking, and thinking. And nothing that I thought of felt right, nothing made my heart soar.
Until recently. And it’s all because of this book:
Before everyone gets snarky, I know, I’m not necessarily a “young person” but 33 isn’t an old person either.
This book has changed my life, I’m over half way through reading and I’m almost positive that I have come to a solid realization about exactly where my career is headed, and it’s so exciting. My heart definitely soars.