<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:21:37.885-08:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Food Diary'/><category term='exercise explanation'/><category term='walking'/><category term='body fat'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='workout'/><category term='hundred push up challenge'/><category term='injury'/><category term='goals'/><category term='over worked'/><category term='H.I.I.T.'/><category term='calories'/><category term='the zone'/><category term='whine'/><category term='self-loathing'/><category term='diet'/><category term='cardio'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='cheerleaders'/><category term='body image'/><category term='running'/><category term='weight gain'/><category term='comparison'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='food'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Weight loss'/><category term='pain'/><category term='advil'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='plateau'/><category term='Sensei Mark Specials'/><category term='boxing'/><category term='bloat'/><category term='eliptical'/><category term='failure'/><category term='crunches'/><category term='ankles'/><category term='work'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='weight'/><title type='text'>MOrfit</title><subtitle type='html'>Morphing from flabby to fit, and hoping to transform my life in the process.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-556648119079183761</id><published>2011-05-18T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:47:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My muscles burn for team fire.</title><content type='html'>At the dojo they've started this "clan" thing. It's a competition between three teams (called clans), which involves gaining honor points. Honor points can be gained a number of ways, but the easiest way I've learned is to do extra sit ups (100 per honor point) and pushups (50 per honor point.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class last night, my clan, fire, decided we needed a few extra honor points. We did 100 pushups. I decided that I needed an extra point, since I've been slacking in the attendance area, so I proceeded to follow that up with 100 sit ups. Now mind you this is on top of the normal class, with sit ups, push ups, squat thrusts, "dippers" and random other things (like swinging around a six foot wooden pole.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am sore. Very, very sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome part about today was that today is my "late shift" day, so I got an extra hour of sleep, and had time to take a nice, long, hot shower. That helped the muscles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it also means that I did not work out this morning. I'm hoping I get it together when I get out of work to at least pound out a half hour of something, but I'm not optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new fitness commitment is not going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-556648119079183761?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/556648119079183761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=556648119079183761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/556648119079183761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/556648119079183761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-muscles-burn-for-team-fire.html' title='My muscles burn for team fire.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6920604201277548758</id><published>2011-05-17T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:10:44.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow start</title><content type='html'>So I exercised last night, kinda. I busted out the resistance bands I got for christmas (and hadn't used, shame on me) and did a couple sets of arm curls, V raises and kick backs. Unfortunately my left wrist has been bothering me, and it decided that this was too much, so I had to stop with that. I did about 25 knees to chest on each side, and about 10 squat/sidekick combos on each side, then settled in on doing my basic kicks, 10 per side per kick. Unfortunately I only got about four kicks in before we had to head to the Soon-to-be-In-laws (SOBIL's!) for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other unfortunate thing about dinner, is what I ended up eating. I tried to be good, I tried to eat small portions. But dinner was pasta with chicken garlic and olive oil, bread, Cajun corn, more bread, then apricots, almonds and chocolate for desert. I wasn't terrible, and I resisted the warm brownies that were brought out later, but I still tipped the caloric scale past 1800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping today goes better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6920604201277548758?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6920604201277548758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6920604201277548758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6920604201277548758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6920604201277548758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2011/05/slow-start.html' title='Slow start'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5046496442555813627</id><published>2011-05-16T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:36:42.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing down the Gauntlet</title><content type='html'>I havn't been exercising enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the simple truth. With less than three months until my wedding, fitness seems to somehow have taken a back seat to everything else in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gaining weight, yet, but I'm not loosing any either. I'm in a kind of stasis, where the exercise I am getting: Walking the dog, getting to the dojo twice a week, is enough to keep me where I am. I signed up for a 5k again in the fall to try to kick my butt into running, but for some reason the deadline isn't enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married in less than three months. I'm scared that my dress, which is already ordered, won't fit. I'm worried about the jiggly bits under my arms, and the extra size on my back. My dress is strapless, did I mention that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a commitment right now, right here, to get at least half an hour of exercise a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise that raises my heart rate and makes me sweat. Walking the dog cannot count in this. I need to sweat for this to count. I need muscles to burn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I can do this, I'll be in good shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing down the gauntlet with myself today. Drawing that metaphorical line in the sand, and restarting this blog to keep myself accountable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if no ones reading anymore, I know that if I make myself post every day, I will make myself work out every day. Because no one wants to post that they skipped a workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5046496442555813627?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5046496442555813627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5046496442555813627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5046496442555813627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5046496442555813627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2011/05/throwing-down-gauntlet.html' title='Throwing down the Gauntlet'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2728496744866188215</id><published>2011-05-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T06:47:19.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching a Goal, Starting back up, and Counting down.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how the busier I get, and the more I have to write about, the less I seem to post. I really need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of a 33 Seigan at my Dojo. A Seigan is a period of time of dedicated training. For this particular Seigan, we dedicated half an hour a day to our martial arts practice for 33 days. There were a whole lot of rough days in there for me, but I made it all 33 days. True some days the half hour consisted of me going slowing through my basic punches over and over, but I did it. Even the couple of days when I was sick enough to contemplate calling in sick to work (I didn't) I got myself up off the couch for that half hour. My rewards for completing the entire 33 day Seigan (besides bragging rites) are going to be the purchase of a new Gi (karate uniform), a new Bo staff and a new awesome sports bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep myself motivated past the end of the Seigan, I agreed to sign up for another 5k with my Running Buddy. We missed out on doing the Lilac 5k again this year, but we've signed up for the &lt;a href="http://www.fleetfeetrochester.com/event/2008/03/fleet-feet-summer-fest-12k-5k-kids-races-september-4th"&gt;Fleet Feet Summer Fest 5k&lt;/a&gt;, which is in September. Plenty of time to get my running chops back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other looming date is my wedding in August. August 13th to be exact! I'm DIY'ing a lot of stuff for it, but I'm trying to keep the stress level super low. As far as fitness is concerned, my only real goal is to trim up my arms, since my gown is (gasp) strapless. This shouldn't be an issue, since one of the things we do a lot of at the Dojo are push ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 days to go till the wedding. Plenty of time to firm up these punching machines!&lt;br /&gt;122 days to go till the 5k. More than enough time to get myself used to running again, and try to beat my PR from the Lilac 5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2728496744866188215?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2728496744866188215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2728496744866188215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2728496744866188215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2728496744866188215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2011/05/reaching-goal-starting-back-up-and.html' title='Reaching a Goal, Starting back up, and Counting down.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6123914428802688835</id><published>2011-02-05T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:51:53.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post</title><content type='html'>It doesn't mean I haven't been working out...just well, life has been getting away from me a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is going on in my life. I switched jobs, to a prepress position which is a much better fit for me, although I now worry about sitting down too much. I got a dog, who turned out to be a lot of work (he's a pit lab mix so he's big and energetic.) I got engaged, so I've been stressing about planning a wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thursday I got myself back to the dojo. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly sore from that one workout. It's amazing. I'm now planning on hitting the dojo twice or three times a week, and the gym twice. It felt so amazingly good to be back at the dojo, it was like coming home. I pushed myself too hard, which is something I always have an issue with at karate, but I enjoyed every minute of it. I can't wait until my body recovers enough for me to go back again. I was planning on going again today, but seeing as I can still barely walk, I thought I should wait a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all things are going alright, Life is just so full lately, with very little down time. And I have this bad habit of piling more stuff on top randomly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6123914428802688835?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6123914428802688835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6123914428802688835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6123914428802688835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6123914428802688835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2419604772130480237</id><published>2010-10-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:33:24.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are great workout partners.</title><content type='html'>Who knew a job running around after kids would be such an effective workout regime? My only exercise lately has been my job, and yet, I'm actually loosing weight right now. Not a ton, but small increments, steadily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans to return to the dojo soon, hopefully as soon as later this week. It's mostly a mater of timing right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2419604772130480237?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2419604772130480237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2419604772130480237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2419604772130480237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2419604772130480237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/10/children-are-great-workout-partners.html' title='Children are great workout partners.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3531588420853150848</id><published>2010-09-19T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:18:25.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran Today</title><content type='html'>Only one mile, with a second mile tacked on as a hike, but it felt good. Going to try adding the fitness thing back into my life a little at a time. I'm going to try to take it slow so I don't do anything wonky that requires me missing work. Since work involves a lot of movement and lifting small children, I need to protect the machinery. Adding Yoga back into my routine will be part of this plan. oh yes it will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3531588420853150848?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3531588420853150848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3531588420853150848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3531588420853150848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3531588420853150848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/09/ran-today.html' title='Ran Today'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-9120181302288555650</id><published>2010-09-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T07:06:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling off the wagon</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I tumbled good. After our move, I got a job right off the bat working with kids at a daycare, which is awesome. I still haven't hit my stride as far as my schedule though, and between a packed schedule and lot of tasty but horrible for me foods, I'm in serious need of a weight management makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to get exercise again, at least a little here and there. Swimming laps after work, or going for bike rides. My consolation is that my job is very active. I'm on my feet all day running around after kids, doing a lot of bending down, squatting, and lifting. So it's a lot more active than sitting at home on the computer doing design work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that once my schedule solidifies in the next couple of weeks that I'll start being able to add a bit more in the way of exercise back in. The swimming and bike rides are awesome (I forgot how zen swimming laps can feel) but I really need to get my butt back to the Dojo, and start running again. Especially since the weather is starting to get a bit cooler, which makes for perfect running weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-9120181302288555650?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/9120181302288555650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=9120181302288555650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/9120181302288555650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/9120181302288555650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling-off-wagon.html' title='Falling off the wagon'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6320213853302220988</id><published>2010-07-29T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:05:54.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knockoff Fitness Shoes</title><content type='html'>I was at DSW and saw that they had the Reebok Easy Tones, but at $100 they were still a bit out of my price range right now. Later I was at Payless and saw they had the Champion version of the Easy Tones for only &lt;b&gt;$30&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a few long walks in them (very long in a couple cases), and so far, I have noticed a marked difference in how my legs feel both while walking and later. My knees don't hurt as much after a long walk, but my calves and thighs are &lt;b&gt;sore&lt;/b&gt; the day after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold off on a formal review of them for a while, to see if, once I resume my normal workout schedule, they add anything to my fitness level or not. But so far, I'm really enjoying them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6320213853302220988?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6320213853302220988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6320213853302220988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6320213853302220988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6320213853302220988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/07/knockoff-fitness-shoes.html' title='Knockoff Fitness Shoes'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7835134500920298495</id><published>2010-07-19T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:55:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting bendy again</title><content type='html'>Just did the first yoga video I've done in a while. Oh man was I stiff! The plan is to ease myself back into it, doing the easy video every morning this week, and then moving on to the slightly tougher video next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week of our membership at the gym down here in NYC, so we'll have a one week gap where we're still in NY, without access to a gym. With the way temperatures have been down here, that may be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be time to do a 2 week trial at another gym ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7835134500920298495?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7835134500920298495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7835134500920298495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7835134500920298495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7835134500920298495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-bendy-again.html' title='Getting bendy again'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8653019989889702496</id><published>2010-07-14T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:26:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just trying to keep myself in the game.</title><content type='html'>I had a good run yesterday, although I think there's something up with my Nike+ sportband. I did 3 miles according the sportband, but close to 3.5 according to the treadmill. I was running at a 5.5 pace according to the treadmill, and I ran for over 35 minutes. I don't understand how that only totaled up to 3 miles, but maybe the sportband just needs to be re-calibrated. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically just trying to get to the gym enough to maintain my level of fitness right now, since everything else is eating up so much of my time and energy. Between getting ready to move at the end of the month and a sudden influx of possible design projects, I'm swamped. It's awesome, but it makes for not a lot of drive to get myself to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the move things will be quite different, fitness wise, well everything wise really, but fitness wise I will have a lot more motivating me. I'll have my Running Buddy to get me up and moving, and just as importantly, I'll have the Dojo again. It's been literally &lt;b&gt;years&lt;/b&gt; since i practiced Martial Arts, and it's going to take me a while to get back up to speed, but oh man am I excited to get back to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8653019989889702496?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8653019989889702496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8653019989889702496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8653019989889702496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8653019989889702496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-trying-to-keep-myself-in-game.html' title='Just trying to keep myself in the game.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2169874946962456478</id><published>2010-07-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:08:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing on through the heat and humidity.</title><content type='html'>Went back to the gym for the first time in a while on Tuesday, in 102 degree heat. Yeah I'm a tad crazy, but at least the Gym had A/C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in a decent run, some squats and some strength training. Two days later my legs are still sore. I'm hoping that it won't affect my run today, but I know it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to go to the gym and get myself out of the house, I'm not looking forward to the trek to the gym in this hot sticky smelly mess of a city. But with only a window unit providing A/C at home, there's no way I could work out here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, hopefully this heat wave will give up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2169874946962456478?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2169874946962456478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2169874946962456478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2169874946962456478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2169874946962456478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/07/pushing-on-through-heat-and-humidity.html' title='Pushing on through the heat and humidity.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-510836604903614187</id><published>2010-06-29T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:54:40.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat and a broken toe</title><content type='html'>Many things have conspired lately to keep me from the gym, chief among them are the heat and my toe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is blastedly hot here in NYC. Not only hot, but humid. Walking outside feels like wrapping yourself head to toe in hot wet towels. Just going about your day is exhausting. We have minimal A/C here in the apartment, so working out at home is right out of the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the heat I was managed to get to the gym a few times last week, until on Saturday, while getting ready to go to a friends party, I kicked our scale while walking past it. We have one of those glass topped, square, scales. I kicked the corner of it with my second to last toe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore a lot, sat down, and tried to put my shoe on. The act of putting on my shoe caused a nausea level pain to shoot through my body from my toe. There was more swearing, followed by a heated debate between me and my S.O. as to whether I was OK to go to the party. When I still couldn't put pressure on my foot half an hour later without loosing several shades of color, my S.O. called it, and spent the next two days making sure I was as immobile as possible by waiting on me constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having broken several toes several times, I am almost positive (as positive as I can be without an x-ray) that this toe is broken. So I'm doing the sensible thing, taping my toes together, splinting it, and staying off my feet as much as possible. This also means little to no exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to attempt a return to the gym, but I'm going to stay away from running. I'm going to be demoted to either the bikes or the row machine. Both of which are far from my favorite machines. But hey, at least it's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid toe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-510836604903614187?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/510836604903614187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=510836604903614187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/510836604903614187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/510836604903614187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/06/heat-and-broken-toe.html' title='Heat and a broken toe'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6438976504924026605</id><published>2010-06-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:35:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in pants makes me hot.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's run was educational. My normal workout clothes were all dirty, so I ran in my running pants, instead of the capris I normally wear. I was &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt;. The entire run that was all I could think about, how hot I was. By the end of the run I was drenched in sweat, and I felt like I had run faster and farther than I had. 3 miles at a 12:13 pace isn't great, but it was all I had in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run I did some Ab work, my Sensei Mark Specials, some cross crunches, some lying straight-leg raises, some knee crosses in Plank, and some strait leg raises in the captains chair. The machines were all full, so I grabbed some hand weights and did my old strength set of elbow curls/shoulder press and french presses. Nothing too amazing, I was only using 7.5 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a stellar workout, but it wasn't that horrible. Unfortunately the 12:13 pace keeps that run from counting towards my "run faster" goal. I'm now one run behind my target to hit an average 11:00 pace by 7/9. Hopefully the next couple of runs will pick that pace back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6438976504924026605?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6438976504924026605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6438976504924026605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6438976504924026605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6438976504924026605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-in-pants-makes-me-hot.html' title='Running in pants makes me hot.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7309156904607443261</id><published>2010-06-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:39:25.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping myself moving.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did a proper run, and got myself back on track. This weekend did not go well, fitness wise. After walking around a bunch on Friday, I stepped funny walking home from the train, and then spent the next two days nursing my knee back to health. It frustrates me to no end that still, years after the injury, one bad step can cause me to loose almost complete mobility. To that end I have decided that I need to strengthen the muscles supporting my knee. I've grabbed a bunch of exercises and found a workout DVD I want to get (&lt;a href="http://www.gaiam.com/product/fitness-center/strength-cardio/media-books/strong+knees.do"&gt;Strong Knees by Gaiam&lt;/a&gt;), and once I get health insurance again, I'm going to try to get in to see a sports medicine doctor about some serious PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, trials of the weekend aside, yesterday I got myself back on track at the gym. I've set myself up with a bunch of goals on the Nike+ site, one of which is to run faster. That is, according to the goal, to run a 11:00/mi on average by 7/9. I knocked one run off the total requisite 5 under pace yesterday, clocking a 10:51 pace for a little over 3 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed a distinct lack of motivation in myself lately. I'm not sure what is causing it, all I know is that it's been increasingly difficult to convince myself that working out is a good idea. I think I may be bored, or maybe it's the lack of a 'goal' like the 5k. I suppose I'm not doing too badly overcoming it, since other than the weekend of immobility, the past week was a decent week workout wise. I just wish it didn't feel so difficult to get myself to the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7309156904607443261?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7309156904607443261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7309156904607443261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7309156904607443261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7309156904607443261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-myself-moving.html' title='Keeping myself moving.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4562311281363319029</id><published>2010-06-10T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:23:30.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing progress.</title><content type='html'>I suppose a proper post is in order. I've been horribly lax since the Lilac 5k about updating. That week, after the Lilac 5k, I went on a bunch of runs with friends up in Rochester. It was great to run with a people, and to have that motivation around when I felt like just skipping a run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got tough again when we got back to NYC. We got in really late on Monday night, and ended up taking the following Tuesday and Wednesday to recover and get settled back into the routine. That Thursday, I was starting to develop some sort of post-nasal drip nastiness, but forced myself to go to the gym. I did a tough 30 minute run, only keeping a 12:35 pace, and then did a full strength set to make up for the slow run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next three days the sickness was on full force and I coughed and snotted my way through in a haze of NyQuil and DayQuil. By Sunday I was starting to feel better, but wanted to give myself that extra day to make sure I didn't tip myself back into sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's run was awesome. One of those runs where you barely feel the effort, where you run faster than before and feel you could run faster still. I ran 3 miles at a 10:54 pace, and still had enough energy left in the tank to do a full strength session afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's run was the opposite. My left calf was bugging me before I even stepped on the treadmill. I paid for every step. I tried to keep my pace up, but ended up barely being able to push through 2 miles. It was a completely frustrating run, especially following Monday's. I did a full strength set minus the ab work afterward, and went home feeling depressed and discouraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm feeling a little better about it. I waited till today to post to let myself get a little distance and perspective, to keep this post from being all doom and gloom. Today I can look at it as: I went, even though I didn't want to. I ran 2 miles on a bad day where once I would barely have hit one. I kept my pace at a respectable 11:15, where once I couldn't crack a 12 min/mile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is progress. Hard won, small steps. I am also weighing in below 155 again. Today the scale told me 153.3. The graph of my weigh ins shows a distinct downward slope. I'm refocusing on my goals. I'm keeping better track of my caloric intake than I was before the Race, when my focus was squarely on finishing the Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set new goals on my Nike+ site. Run 10 times by 7/7, Run 30 miles by 7/7, and average an 11 min/mile by 7/9. I've been toying with the idea of starting one of their training plans, but I think I'll wait until after my friends wedding on the 19th. I think it'll help me to have a specific goal for each workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4562311281363319029?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4562311281363319029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4562311281363319029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4562311281363319029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4562311281363319029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/06/realizing-progress.html' title='Realizing progress.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6398465974389931363</id><published>2010-06-04T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:49:46.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>Oh man I need to update! Life has been so busy lately. After the 5k, I rested for a couple days, then went on a couple shorter runs with everyone. It was so hot! I don't do well running in the heat, but I suppose it's something I'll get better at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nike+ system just told me I've reached Orange level now! that means I've run more than 30 miles since I got the arm band. Woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a more comprehensive update later...right now I'm battling a bit of a cold or something and am rather fuzzy headed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6398465974389931363?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6398465974389931363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6398465974389931363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6398465974389931363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6398465974389931363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3771773289421946065</id><published>2010-05-24T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:23:16.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medved Lilac 5k 2010!</title><content type='html'>I did it! I ran an actual race, and finished with a PR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was early, well early for me, with a start time of 8am. This meant I was up by 6 and out the door by 6:30 to meet up with my race buddies at 7. We had quite a pack, My usual Running Buddy, her recent training partner (who's done marathons before!), a friend of mine from college, his 6 months pregnant wife, and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super nervous before the race. This was my first race, EVER, so I had very little idea of what to expect. Also, I've been running at a relatively slow pace, around 12 minute miles, compared to my Running Buddy's close to 10 min miles, so I was worried about keeping up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed up to the corral, with our two spectators in tow: My running buddy's Hubby (who happens to be my S.O.'s brother) and the marathoner's boyfriend (who is *also* a friend of my S.O.'s family - everyone knows everyone up here!) They both had cameras in tow, so we hammed it up pre-race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rLXC1TPlI/AAAAAAAAABY/WsVOp6_kl9Q/s1600/29964_448254289477_605859477_5859062_980710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rLXC1TPlI/AAAAAAAAABY/WsVOp6_kl9Q/s200/29964_448254289477_605859477_5859062_980710_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474911893780119122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was go time. It was weird because I don't remember a starting gun or announcement, just everyone started moving slowly forward. The mob picked up pace and I fell into step behind my Running Buddy. We got separated from my college friend and his wife rather quickly by the crowd. I've never run in a pack that dense before, it was odd. It's hard to tell exactly how fast you're running until the pack starts to stretch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of us: My running buddy, the marathoner, and me, spent the first mile dodging around slower runners, and generally keeping a fast 10 min mile pace. I felt good, but it was a slight downhill, and I was still worried about how I'd handle the last part of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to mile two we passed a friend of ours, who is a super awesome runner, but who was currently out of commission due to a pulled muscle in her hip. She was helping mark the course, she saw and recognized my running buddy and cheered us on as we passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the course we turned into the uphill. It wasn't a huge hill, but by then it was incredibility muggy out, something I have never dealt with before. I was finding it hard to breathe, and by the time we were near the top of the hill, I found myself gagging and coughing, close to tossing all over the road. Someone who was running by me slowed down to ask if I was ok, and I tried to smile and nod, but I hope they didn't think i was being rude, I was just concentrating so hard on not throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still keeping pace with my Running Buddy, although our Marathoner friend had taken off somewhere near the bottom of the hill. Both of us called a surrender at the top of the hill to learn how to breathe again. I walked for about 30 seconds before deciding I was ok to run again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking the whole race "this isn't that far, this shouldn't be this hard" but each breath felt like it was half water, and I just couldn't seem to fill my lungs. It was tortuous by the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the big flags that had marked the starting line, I realized that we still hadn't crossed the finish line. I turned to my running buddy and said (rather loudly) "Where the F*%k's the finish line?!" Only to spot it a few seconds later a little way further down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rO3vMUtrI/AAAAAAAAABg/zaNm12VI0wU/s1600/29964_448254384477_605859477_5859071_5776098_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rO3vMUtrI/AAAAAAAAABg/zaNm12VI0wU/s200/29964_448254384477_605859477_5859071_5776098_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474915753978541746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pushing through the finish line took everything I had left in me, which you can see in these two pictures of me and my Running Buddy crossing the finish (Yeah my sunglasses are fly, I know ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rPDVmSRPI/AAAAAAAAABo/ky2_KQ_dO_c/s1600/29964_448254409477_605859477_5859073_4346047_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rPDVmSRPI/AAAAAAAAABo/ky2_KQ_dO_c/s200/29964_448254409477_605859477_5859073_4346047_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474915953266541810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got our official results this morning: we crossed the finish line with an official time of 33:26, which gave us a pace of 10:47. That is by far a PR for me. I finished 56 in my age group (30-35 for those who care) out of 107, and 714 overall out of a pack of 1079. I can officially say now that I am a mid-pack runner ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with my parents, who had watched the race but hadn't seen me pass, we regrouped, and headed to get some food at a local diner. There was much talk about a half marathon that may or may not be in the cards for me in October, and much good food and camaraderie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome hanging out and just enjoying the fact that we had just achieved a goal we'd been working towards for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rRiOPhQzI/AAAAAAAAABw/XnG1Oo2eXe4/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rRiOPhQzI/AAAAAAAAABw/XnG1Oo2eXe4/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474918682891207474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3771773289421946065?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3771773289421946065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3771773289421946065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3771773289421946065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3771773289421946065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/05/medved-lilac-5k-2010.html' title='Medved Lilac 5k 2010!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_W6xKnhVA/S_rLXC1TPlI/AAAAAAAAABY/WsVOp6_kl9Q/s72-c/29964_448254289477_605859477_5859062_980710_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4943120254148670203</id><published>2010-05-19T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:50:28.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more runs</title><content type='html'>Did a couple runs since my last update. I actually got out and ran on Saturday in Prospect Park. We did the loop, with the hill near the end, and then tacked on an extra 1/4 mile for good measure. I started out feeling sluggish, almost like I wasn't going to be able to finish the run, then about halfway through I hit my stride. The hill felt a lot easier, and I kept the pace up even through the "bonus round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we walked around the park, but other than that I took the day off. Monday I did Self's "Slim and Sleek Fast" video, which didn't feel like a ton of work when I was doing it, but man was I sore the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we hit the gym. I had an amazing run, which I had to cut short because of the 30 minute time limit when the gym is full. I pushed it a bit, till I hit 3 miles and then a short cool down walk, but no one called me on it so it's all good. After the run I did some ab work and some strength training. Enough that I'm pleasantly sore this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting down to the wire here. Only one more run on the schedule before Race Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4943120254148670203?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4943120254148670203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4943120254148670203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4943120254148670203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4943120254148670203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-more-runs.html' title='A few more runs'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6358467424294887494</id><published>2010-05-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:10:10.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill Intervals and Getting used to new tech.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had planned on doing random intervals on the treadmill. The plan was to not worry about distance, and instead go for time. Unfortunately my body was uncooperative. My knee was aching due to the weather change even before I got on the treadmill. The ache subsided for a bit during the first part of my run, but partway through it started to intensify. I kept to my plan of doing random intervals, pushing my speed up and dropping it back as I felt like it. When I was close to two miles I realized I was going to have to cut the run short or risk more knee pain. I pushed the pace up slowly to 7.0 (which feels like flying to me) and finished out at two miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some extra ab work and a few extra weight machines to compensate for cutting my run short. I can really feel the extra strength training this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rest my legs for a few days. We're planning on another run in Prospect Park this Saturday, which I'm calling my "long run" since I'm going to tack some extra distance onto the end of it (hopefully.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting used to tracking my runs with my Nike+ Sportsband. I love this thing. It's great to know the numbers with certainty, to know exactly how far I'm running, exactly how fast. I'm stumbling a bit with the technology, trying to get all my tracking systems synced up. Right now the hardest to sync has been &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/"&gt;Mapmyrun&lt;/a&gt; which I use to track the distance on my shoes (I've already hit 48 miles on them!) I'm not sure why but it keeps syncing in extra workouts from the Nike+ which I have to then go in and delete. I'm sure I'm just doing something wrong, and I'll figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting down to the wire, race wise. Only three more runs on the schedule before Race Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6358467424294887494?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6358467424294887494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6358467424294887494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6358467424294887494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6358467424294887494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/05/treadmill-intervals-and-getting-used-to.html' title='Treadmill Intervals and Getting used to new tech.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6877861878122628217</id><published>2010-05-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:41:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to running!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I headed to Prospect Park to get back into running after almost two weeks of not running. My S.O. graciously agreed to accompany me, so I ran without headphones. Due to time constraints we started where we entered the park, which left the Hill-o-Doom for near the end of the run. This was a good thing, as the Lilac 5k, which I'm running in on the 23rd, has all the inclines on the second half of the run. Woo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day for a run, crisp and clear, with very little wind. It was a little on the cold side for me, but I was comfortable wearing a light running jacket over my usual running gear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out strong, and kept my pace in check for the first mile of the run. I started to feel it in the second mile, and was a little worried how I would feel when we hit the Hill-o-Doom, especially after my doomed running attempt in Maine was thwarted by hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we hit the hill, I was definitely feeling my time away from running, but with my S.O. cheering me on, I pushed through to the top of the hill, then dropped my pace way down for a bit to recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished the 3.35 mile loop, I was left with a time of 41:42, which works out to an average pace of 4.82 mph. Not bad for having taken almost two weeks off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks will be about increasing my pace and endurance. I'm planning on taking the three days before the race off from exercise, so I go into the race fresh. That leaves me with four runs until the big day. I'm starting to get nervous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6877861878122628217?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6877861878122628217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6877861878122628217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6877861878122628217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6877861878122628217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-running.html' title='Back to running!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6742964889158552821</id><published>2010-05-05T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:27:59.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with children</title><content type='html'>Most of my exercise in the past week and a half while I've been up in Maine has been playing with children. Lifting them, spinning them, tugging them around in a wagon. Not much in the was of cardio, but I'm finding muscles I didn't even know I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get one run in on Saturday, and let me tell you, there are two things Maine has plenty of, Bugs and Hills. I only ran 2 miles, but I really had to work for those miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little worried about how I'll do over the next couple of weeks leading into the 5k, after almost two weeks of no running, but I don't regret a single minute of time spent up here surrounded by an awesome family. There is nothing so tiring and so amazingly fulfilling as spending the day playing with children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6742964889158552821?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6742964889158552821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6742964889158552821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6742964889158552821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6742964889158552821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-with-children.html' title='Playing with children'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3961591960650098476</id><published>2010-04-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:03:01.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keeping Pace.</title><content type='html'>I've been horribly lax about updating this week. Maybe because, after my spectacular victory over the Prospect Park loop on Monday, I've been kinda lax about exercising too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a rest day on Tuesday to let my legs heal up from Monday's run. Wednesday we hit the gym, and I ran 3 miles on the treadmill, wearing my Nike+ SportBand to calibrate it. I also did a couple of weight machines, I'm trying to ease myself back into weight training. My wrist held up fine, so I think I've got the green light for next time I'm in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy butt that I am, I took another rest day yesterday. Today I'm planning on doing a workout video, but no running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for Maine tomorrow. Me and the S.O. are heading up to spend a week with some close friends to help watch their kids while they have their third. The entirety of my exercise while I'm up there will consist of running around after kids, playing with kids, and (I hope) squeezing in a run here and there. I'll try to update while we're up there, but please forgive me if I'm a little absent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting close to "Race Day" now, only a little over four weeks. I'm starting to get nervous/excited...what did &lt;a href="http://mizfitonline.com/"&gt;MizFit&lt;/a&gt; call it? Nervicitment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3961591960650098476?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3961591960650098476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3961591960650098476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3961591960650098476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3961591960650098476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-keeping-pace.html' title='Just keeping Pace.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5326083843915862918</id><published>2010-04-19T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:33:48.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS walk and  conquering the Prospect Park loop.</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday was the NYC MS Awareness walk. Me and my S.O. decided to go for it and do the six mile loop, which crosses over the Brooklyn Bridge a couple times. The weather was perfect, cool and sunny. The walk didn't seem nearly as long as six miles should, until we sat down for some food and coffee afterward. Then the combination of lack of sleep (we got to bed really late Saturday night, and the walk started at 9am) and the walking caught up to us. We managed to get home (barely) before taking an awesome two hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tackled the Prospect Park loop again. This time, I learned from experience and started my run at the bottom of the Hill-o-Doom (now it's official name as far as I'm concerned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little concerned starting out, as my legs hadn't had a ton of time to rest since our little six mile stroll on Sunday. Furthering my dismay as I started up the Hill-o-Doom, a couple jogged past me on my way up. The guy was walking intermittently to keep pace with his girlfriend (or wife or whatever.) &lt;b&gt;Walking&lt;/b&gt;. I was getting passed by a guy who was &lt;b&gt;walking&lt;/b&gt;! Somehow this tripped the competitive side of me, and I would now refuse to give up. I dug in, and kept relative pace with them, refusing to let them get far enough ahead of me for me to loose sight of the Woman's pink running top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the top of the hill, they were a good distance out in front of me, and I dismally admitted to myself that I was going to have to let it go, and just focus on my own run. So I did. I just let myself enjoy how beautiful the park looked as the trees were flowering and just starting to get leaves. It was intermittently sunny, which Illuminated the new leaves on the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so deep into just enjoying my run, that I barely noticed until I was right on top of them that I had caught up to the running couple. Now this woman in pink, she has her own competitive spirit. I know this because as I started to pass them, she sped up. Way up. She pushed herself to keep pace right beside me for a while (almost a 1/4 mile) before falling behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest stretch of the run for me is after you turn the corner around the back side of the lake. Both times I've run this loop I've hit stiff headwinds in this stretch. It's also the last mile (and a bit) of the run, which always to me feels way longer than the first two miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once again just pushing through it, starting to really feel the lead in my legs when the couple passed me again. They were flying! I tried to push myself a bit faster to pass them again, but could just barely keep pace with them as the sped on. Not too long after we reached the spray painted marker on the pavement that reads "5k Finish!" My unknowing competition stopped at the marker obviously excited about having finished their run. I'm guessing they started at the "5k Start!" mark a little up the road and had just run a full 5k. They had been sprinting for their finish line when they passed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued on, pushing myself the last little bit to my own finish line, a wooden bench next to a sign advertising an upcoming run in the park. It was where I started running, at the bottom of the Hill-o-Doom. When I stopped running, and proceeded to walk the rest of the way back up the Hill-o-Doom and to the entrance of the park I sent a text to my S.O. "12:40 - 1:16 no walking". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home and put all my stats into &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/"&gt;MapmyRun&lt;/a&gt;, I realized that I had done two amazing things. Not only had I conquered the loop, and the Hill-o-Doom, running the entire 3.35 miles without stopping to walk, but I had also done it &lt;b&gt;faster&lt;/b&gt;. I averaged a pace of 10:43, or 5.58 Mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, Woman in the Pink shirt and her running buddy, the unspoken competition help me push myself harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the Hill-o-Doom: Nya nya nya. I win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5326083843915862918?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5326083843915862918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5326083843915862918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5326083843915862918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5326083843915862918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/ms-walk-and-conquering-prospect-park.html' title='MS walk and  conquering the Prospect Park loop.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-782481411770778295</id><published>2010-04-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:18:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful weather requires random walks.</title><content type='html'>Oh wow guys! Guess what! I won a contest over at &lt;a href="http://twentysixpointtwoormore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shut Up and Run!&lt;/a&gt; (which is a really cool blog btw, go check it out!) What's even cooler is what I won. Running Gear! *happy dance* Soon I will be the owner of an actual bonafied running tank and a certified real running skirt! In short order I will be receiving a &lt;a href="http://www.golite.com/Product/ProdDetail.aspx?p=204002110"&gt;GoLite Cottonwood Run Tank&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://www.golite.com/Product/ProdDetail.aspx?p=201003110"&gt;GoLite Tilly Jane Run Skirt&lt;/a&gt; in the mail. You have no comprehension of how excited I am about this ^_^ As soon as they arrive I will force my S.O. to get pictures of me actually running in actual running clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I got that excitement out, yesterday's workout was a crunch video I've been doing for a while that has some "standing Pilates" Cardio stuff followed by some regular Pilates mat work. I've been doing it for a while to get my sufficient amount of "omg my abs are killing me when is this over" ab work in, and the Cardio portion was decent at keeping my heart rate up. Yesterday, however, while the ab work still seemed decently intense, the Cardio section just wasn't doing it for me. I think my body's acclimated to the moves...time to switch up the videos &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going out to meet my S.O. for a "picnic" lunch sitting in Battery Park, I decided it was too nice out to get back on the subway, so I started walking north along Broadway. I walked myself all the way up to Union Square (which is about a 2.5 mile walk) and was delighted to find that the &lt;a href="http://www.cenyc.org/unionsquaregreenmarket"&gt;Union Square Green Market&lt;/a&gt; was in full swing. I've been trying to get to the green market for a while now to pick up some herb and veggie plants to grow in my window. Yes, I'm growing a small garden in hanging planters in my window. Because I can. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm back to the gym this afternoon for a treadmill run. Kinda nervous to see how my legs are doing after Monday's run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-782481411770778295?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/782481411770778295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=782481411770778295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/782481411770778295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/782481411770778295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-weather-requires-random-walks.html' title='Beautiful weather requires random walks.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-9165699050683291984</id><published>2010-04-14T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:19:08.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A recovery workout and more patience.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's workout was mostly a recovery workout. 30 minutes of intervals on the elliptical machine, followed by a brief attempt to resume weight training. My wrist started to ache halfway through my first machine, so after finishing out the set, I called it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to be patient with my wrist. But if it doesn't shape up in the next week I'm going to get very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprisingly not sore from Monday's run. I could tell my legs were a little tired, and I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; that trying to run would have been a bad idea, but I felt fine on the elliptical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a workout video day, and maybe some yoga. I'm back to running (and a little nervous about it) tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-9165699050683291984?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/9165699050683291984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=9165699050683291984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/9165699050683291984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/9165699050683291984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/recovery-workout-and-more-patience.html' title='A recovery workout and more patience.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2913167020872925230</id><published>2010-04-13T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:54:08.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First outdoor run of the season. Headwinds and Hills!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I determined that I would run outside for the first time this season. I suited up with my new &lt;a href="http://store.nike.com/?country=US&amp;lang_locale=en_US&amp;l=shop,pdp,ctr-inline/cid-1/pid-207384"&gt;Nike Women's Elite Running Cushioned socks&lt;/a&gt;, my awesome running pants, my Favorite running top, and a long sleeve zip up sweatshirt with zip pockets for the essentials (keys, metro card, id.) I grabbed sun glasses and my arm band for my iphone, and headed out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half hour trip to Prospect Park was spent with me trying to look nonchalant while I tried to ignore the fact that I stood out like a sore thumb in a train full of people various styles of Jeans and T-shirts. I know it wasn't true but it felt like everyone I passed gave me that "what the hell?!" look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the 10 minute walk up to the park from the train station as my warm up, power walking and getting limber. I was so nervous about the run that I almost turned around and went home about six times during that walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to the park, I was warm enough to take off the sweatshirt and tie it around my waist. There was a gentle wind blowing and the sun was shining. A few people zoomed by on bikes, and there were flowering trees everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my run on a tick mark that had been spray painted onto the pavement at some time long ago that read 3m. I had (mistakenly but we'll get to that later) read somewhere that the loop was a little over three miles, so I figured it would be a good marker to stop at too. I had also heard that there was a beast of a hill somewhere in the loop, but had no idea where it was, so I started out with an easy pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to keep myself to that nice slow pace over the next 1/2 mile, which was mostly downhill, with a few flat stretches. I had no idea how far I'd run or how far I'd yet to go, but around 20 minutes in I was still feeling relatively fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, rounding the backside of the lake, I encountered something I had never dealt with before, a strong headwind. It hit me so suddenly and with such force that it almost stopped me in my tracks. I had read in &lt;a href="http://runnersworld.com/"&gt;Runner's World&lt;/a&gt; that you shouldn't fight the headwind, just slow down and conserve your energy for when it's not an issue. So I dug in, slowed down a bit, and fought on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had finished rounding the lake, the intermittent strong gusts of wind blasting me in my face had sapped a lot of my strength, but I was still doing alright. I still had no idea how far I'd gone. I'd past some fresher spray paint marks denoting a 2 mile mark at some point, but I had no idea where they'd started measuring that 2 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I started bargaining with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still felt relative good for having been running for what felt like hours, so I convinced myself I didn't have that far to go. 1/2 mile, tops. I could do that, easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't look too bad from the bottom. Steep, sure. Tall, you betcha. But it didn't look like it was that far until the path started leveling off. I could *do* this. I dug deep and started up the hill. I tried not to think about how far it was up the hill, or how tired my legs were, or how my lungs were burning (although all of those thoughts kept bouncing around in my head). I tried to just concentrate on keeping my feet moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to near the curve that I thought was the top of the hill. It was then that I realized my mistake. The path became less steep as it rounded the curve, yes, but as soon as it passed the curve it was right back up to it's kick-your-ass self. My spirit dropped and my legs slowed to a walk. There was no way this far into my run that I could make it up that hill. I resigned myself to walking the rest of the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt slightly defeated when I reached the top of the hill, but then, seeing that my "finish line" was no where in sight, decided to start running again. Because I could. Turned out I had a good 1/4 mile left in me before I tapped my foot down on that 3m mark and slowed back down to a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief cool down walk, I stretched against a tree, then lay down in the grass and just let the sun soak into me. It took a lot of convincing to get me back up to head home. When I got home I went to enter my run into &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com"&gt;Map My Run&lt;/a&gt; and was surprised to find the distance for the loop was &lt;b&gt;3.34 miles&lt;/b&gt;. All of a sudden I didn't feel so bad for walking up half of that hill. That is the furthest I have ever ran, outside or in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit more confident about the &lt;a href="http://www.medvedrunwalk.com/news.asp?action=view&amp;ID=47"&gt;Lilac 5k&lt;/a&gt; I'm planning to run in May. I figure, if I train to conquer the Prospect Park loop, 3.15 miles shouldn't be a problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2913167020872925230?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2913167020872925230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2913167020872925230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2913167020872925230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2913167020872925230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-outdoor-run-of-season-headwinds.html' title='First outdoor run of the season. Headwinds and Hills!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5250566439334873658</id><published>2010-04-08T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:23:19.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Patience</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first workout day where I had to be careful of my wrist. It was an exercise in frustration and patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did an ab work video using my stability ball, I had to modify (heavily) some of the exercises to avoid putting pressure on my wrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at the gym, in frustration over my inabilities, I pushed myself through a 3 mile run, despite my overwhelming desire to just call it around mile 2. Sitting on the mats stretching, I gazed longingly at the hand weights and weight machines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been decent with keeping up on the upper body strengthening recently, and I've started to notice some changes in the shape of my arms. I'm now worried about a backslide. I realize that a bit of strength loss is inevitable, I'm just hoping it's not to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to have patience and give my body time to heal. It's a little easier because I can still run with this injury. I can also, with some modification, do most of my video workouts. Unfortunately, some of the things that help give me patience: Yoga and knitting, are out of the question for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know any good upper body strength moves that don't use your wrist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5250566439334873658?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5250566439334873658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5250566439334873658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5250566439334873658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5250566439334873658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-patience.html' title='Learning Patience'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5268027039146211155</id><published>2010-04-07T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:19:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Injury, and avoiding an Injury cascade.</title><content type='html'>My workouts have been going well, aside from the fact that I've been struggling with consistency. I have added back in weight training to my days at the gym, and this is where, I believe, I caused my newest issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a small injury. Somehow, over the course of some exercise or another I managed to strain something in my wrist. I didn't notice it right away, but by the middle of the next day my wrist was stiff and painful, but not swollen or discolored. So I followed the standard R.I.C.E. and ace bandaged up and let it rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday. Today nothing has changed. It's still slightly sore when moved, and extremely stiff. I'm not sure what I did to it, but I'm sure it's only a minor strain, and time and rest will heal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is I'm not a very patient person. It's eating me up right now not to be able to put pressure on my wrist. I was planning on doing some yoga this morning, that's out of the question. No upper body strength training until this heals. And since almost all of my workout videos involve moves that put pressure on my wrist, my options are seriously narrowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a struggle over the next few days to keep myself from over-training my lower body. My fear now is that in an effort to keep active, and avoid using my wrist, I'm going to over-train my legs, and end up with an additional injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on avoiding an "injury cascade"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5268027039146211155?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5268027039146211155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5268027039146211155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5268027039146211155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5268027039146211155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/unexpected-injury-and-avoiding-injury.html' title='Unexpected Injury, and avoiding an Injury cascade.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2499726463825008846</id><published>2010-04-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:27:27.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly check in.</title><content type='html'>I did my body measurements/weigh in for the month. This was one of those times where the scale was no longer an accurate indicator. I maintained my weight, but dropped inches almost everywhere. And really, the inches are what I care about. Well the inches and the fitness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 7 weeks away from the 5k I'm planning on running. I am confident in my ability to run 3 miles....on a treadmill. I really need to move my runs outside, to start building my endurance in the real world. I'm thinking I'll start with one outdoor run a week, but I'm really nervous about it. I get really embarrassed about my lack of fitness when I'm running where people can see me. I don't know why this no longer applies to the gym...but it still applies to outdoor running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is going to be all about kicking it into high gear. Adding additional workouts, and continuing to push my running...slowly. I've also got to get a handle on my diet this month. I eat relatively healthy, but I've been kind of in a diet rut, eating the same foods over and over, with only slight variations. Now that the green markets are open again in the city, I'm hoping to add a little variety into my fruits and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on healthy dishes to try?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2499726463825008846?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2499726463825008846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2499726463825008846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2499726463825008846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2499726463825008846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/04/monthly-check-in.html' title='Monthly check in.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8394734372204533814</id><published>2010-03-29T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:45:42.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my running mojo back.</title><content type='html'>After a lackluster workout week, I ended up taking a couple days off from the gym to try to shake the "workout blah's." Friday and Saturday I avoided going to the gym and my only exercise came on Saturday in the form of cleaning and laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you, I could argue that this was working out, as laundry involves three flights of stairs and two blocks of walking each time we head to the laundry mat. Since we leave in between cycles, that's three trips their and three trips back. But since it wasn't dedicated "exercise" I'm not counting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two day break, we hit the gym on Sunday. The run felt awesome. I hit my stride and just ran. I had a moment of silly pride when the guy that jumped on the treadmill next to me got off before me, and he looked (at a cursory glance) like he was in decent shape. I ran at 5.1 for the majority of the 35 minutes, pushing the speed a bit to 5.5 for two minutes before dropping back to 5.0 for the last 30 seconds going into my cool down. I ended up improving my distance a bit, running 3.05 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, once I sat down to stretch, I started to notice a slight throbbing in my head, which quickly escalated to a rather painful headache while I finished out my stretching. I had to forgo my strength training in favor of Advil, caffeine and more stretching. I'm planning on doing a Pilates video today to compensate for the lack of muscle work yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8394734372204533814?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8394734372204533814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8394734372204533814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8394734372204533814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8394734372204533814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-my-running-mojo-back.html' title='Getting my running mojo back.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-657552974795291824</id><published>2010-03-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:21:16.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Letterman says you can't loose weight, don't bother trying.</title><content type='html'>I'll get to my workouts from yesterday in a bit, but first, last night something happened for the first time ever. Something on TV made me mad enough to not just change the channel but to turn the TV off entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was happily zoning out watching David Letterman. He had Jamie Oliver on, who I used to enjoy watching on his Food TV show, &lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/"&gt;The Naked Chef&lt;/a&gt;. Jamie has apparently been on a mission to help revamp diets in some of the unhealthiest places in America on his new show &lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/campaigns/jamies-food-revolution/petition?usa=1"&gt;Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, David Letterman started talking over Jamie Oliver, saying it was impossible to loose weight in this country because of the food culture. He started out with a good point about the culture in this country surrounding obesity and foods that are bad for you. It quickly went downhill however, as Jamie continued to try to talk about the mission of his show and how people can make good choices, to which Letterman exclaimed that people don't make a choice to eat. That they have to eat, and it's impossible to loose weight because there are a million types of cookies. The next few minutes continued with Jamie attempting to interject about making healthy choices, and Letterman talking over him saying it was impossible because of all the bad food out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned the TV off. I don't know how the segment ended, and I'll note that &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/late_night/late_show/"&gt;CBS&lt;/a&gt; doesn't have that segment up as separate video on it's website. For all I know Jamie was successful in convincing David Letterman that eating healthy could work, but I was so disgusted, disheartened and angry about the overbearing "It's impossible, you can't do it, don't even try" attitude that David Letterman took that I couldn't watch anymore. The attitude that it's out of your control and there's nothing you can do about it but complain that someone else isn't making the good choices for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree that the culture in this country surrounding food and obesity and health in general needs to change. Yes, I agree that the fact that you have to pay more for healthy food than for an artery clogging burger and fries needs to change. Yes, I agree that it's &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt; to walk past all the sugar laden cereals and easy to make boxed foods with ingredients I can't even pronounce. But the key word in all that is &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt;. It's not &lt;b&gt;impossible&lt;/b&gt; and yes, David Letterman, it &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a choice. And it's one I &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Rant over. Now onto the nitty gritty. Yesterday I pumped up my speed on my run, starting out at 5.1 instead of 5.0. It was humid in the gym, which always causes me problems. Again, I had trouble hitting that rhythm, and had to take a 30 second walk break towards the end of the run, but I still did my 3 miles in 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym was also packed again, and all of the hand weights were mysteriously absent (my guess is they were being used for the body pump class going on right then) so I had to make do with 10 lb weights. I compensated for the light weight by lifting super slow. I also hopped on a few machines, doing the chest press and lat pull down machines. I was waiting to do the captains chair, but the line of four or five people ahead of me waiting put me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an off day, Yoga for the AM and a workout video later. Also contemplating a nice hot bath (after I scrub the tub.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-657552974795291824?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/657552974795291824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=657552974795291824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/657552974795291824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/657552974795291824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/david-letterman-sais-you-cant-loose.html' title='David Letterman says you can&apos;t loose weight, don&apos;t bother trying.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3992784583088329561</id><published>2010-03-23T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:46:13.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making this a good week.</title><content type='html'>I got a decent start to the week yesterday and did both a yoga session and a general aerobics/strength video. I started the morning off with &lt;a herf="http://www.amazon.com/Element-Yoga-Beginners-Elena-Brower/dp/B000WC38B4/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1269350429&amp;sr=8-8"&gt;Element: Beginners Yoga&lt;/a&gt;, and then for my afternoon workout I did &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Self-Slim-Sleek-Ellen-Barrett/dp/B000A7BQT2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1269350509&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Self's Slim and Sleek Fast&lt;/a&gt; DVD. The Self DVD's never fail to kick my butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gym day, and therefore a running day. I've given my legs as much rest as I can without giving up exercise, so they should be completely recovered from last week. This week I'm going to try to keep my mileage consistent with last week (a total of 8 miles), but improve on the quality of the run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday last week, during the last run of the week, I felt spent. My legs felt like lead and I just couldn't hit my stride. I had to take three walk breaks just to catch my breath. My goal this week is to not feel like that during my last run of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, has anyone out there tried FRS energy chews? I'm curious what people think about them, or about energy supplements in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3992784583088329561?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3992784583088329561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3992784583088329561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3992784583088329561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3992784583088329561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-this-good-week.html' title='Making this a good week.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2623152813872746908</id><published>2010-03-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:52:29.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sore on Monday.</title><content type='html'>Well I didn't try for the outdoor run this weekend. I realized that it would have been the third run of the week, and therefore would be pushing my mileage up, so I opted to do the run in the safety of the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned out to be a good thing, as I struggled through a mere two miles before throwing in the towel. I just couldn't seem to hit my stride. I overcompensated by pushing a tad hard on the strength portion of my workout. I'm still sore this morning. Today I'm going to try to squeeze in some yoga and maybe some core or lower body work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let my legs rest for one more day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2623152813872746908?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2623152813872746908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2623152813872746908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2623152813872746908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2623152813872746908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-sore-on-monday.html' title='Still sore on Monday.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7676053202504794829</id><published>2010-03-18T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:32:26.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far do you have to walk before it's concidered a workout?</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've been horrible about updating the blog. Luckily I haven't been as bad about exercise, although I have been slacking a bit over the past couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to have been a gym day, but it was St.Patrick's day, so we went to the parade here in NYC, then walked around the city for the rest of the day. I'm not sure how far we walked, but we were walking at a good clip (we are in NYC after all) for at least three hours. It's not a hard core workout, but at least it was something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a three mile run on Monday, and hopefully (if I don't slack off again) I'll do a 3 mile run tonight at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting nice out finally, so soon I'm hoping to test out the running skillz on some pavement. Hopefully this weekend if it's still nice out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7676053202504794829?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7676053202504794829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7676053202504794829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7676053202504794829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7676053202504794829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-far-do-you-have-to-walk-before-its.html' title='How far do you have to walk before it&apos;s concidered a workout?'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5414333558954016777</id><published>2010-03-11T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:51:26.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the morning.</title><content type='html'>Every morning, I wake up stiff and achy. It's a struggle to get myself out of bed, and mobilized enough to make myself some coffee. Every morning I catalog my pains, figuring out the level of discomfort coming from each, and which (if any) are bad enough that I should consider them injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because every ache, every pain, is due to exercise. It lets me know that I am pushing my body once again. Growing beyond my limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving the safe and comfortable zone, and making myself grow again. Growth can be painful, scary, exhausting, and frustrating. But oh man is it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my second 3 mile run of the week last night. While I sat stretching afterward, feeling the ache in my calves and knowing I would have to coddle my legs the next day, I started thinking about the barriers I've busted through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I was struggling to break the two mile mark. Not too long before that, struggling to run for longer than 20 minutes straight. And before that, struggling even to run at all. Each time the barrier seemed unbreakable. I would feel trapped under a self-imposed limit, and feel like I had pushed myself as hard as I was capable of. Then one day, it would just happen. I would run farther, faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time when I need to be cautious. To pull the reigns in a bit on myself. Now is the point where I tend to over train, to push too hard, and fall victim to injury. I need to remember to let my muscles build slowly, and to let them rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, this is a good pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5414333558954016777?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5414333558954016777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5414333558954016777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5414333558954016777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5414333558954016777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-in-morning.html' title='Pain in the morning.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4705049952912924271</id><published>2010-03-05T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:14:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainting the Fitness-quo</title><content type='html'>Things have been going relatively well, fitness wise. I'm kinda maintaining the status-quo as far as my workouts go, trading more videos for runs. It makes for good fitness, but bad posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the beautiful weather around here has been encouraging more walking. Spent a good chunk of time on Sunday wandering around Prospect Park, which is huge for a NYC park. There are actually places in there where you can neither see buildings nor hear traffic. It's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4705049952912924271?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4705049952912924271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4705049952912924271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4705049952912924271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4705049952912924271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/03/mainting-fitness-quo.html' title='Mainting the Fitness-quo'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3414256583001427898</id><published>2010-02-27T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:11:05.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three miles and inches gone.</title><content type='html'>I hit a milestone this weekend. On Saturday I ran my first solid three miles. It felt amazing. Granted it was inside on a treadmill, but it still counts ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed that up with a party for a friends Birthday, during which there was a lot of food, and more alcohol than I care to admit. Yeah, I paid the price for that one. I spent Sunday remembering why I shouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Today is the first day of a new month. After this weekends debauchery I was almost afraid to take my measurements. It turned out OK though. I managed to shave half inches off almost everywhere, with the most dramatic size loss from my waist, I lost an inch and a half there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'd say February was a good month. I'm planning on topping it in March!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3414256583001427898?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3414256583001427898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3414256583001427898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3414256583001427898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3414256583001427898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-miles-and-inches-gone.html' title='Three miles and inches gone.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2944536000801740700</id><published>2010-02-24T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:29:46.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The opposite of momentum</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've noticed a trend in myself. Once I sit myself down, I become the immovable object. Oh it's not that I'm sick, or tired, or stressed, or anything in particular, it's just the longer I sit, the less I want to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day may start out with lots of exercise and fitness motivation, and then, slowly, as I sit and knit, or work on the computer, my body gets used to the idea of sitting in one place. It's almost as if, as I sit still, my behind gains gravity. That small voice pipes up in my head. Pointing out how tired I am, or how my knee kinda aches, or how I just really don't feel up to it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major problem happens if I listen to that voice. Once that voice &lt;b&gt;knows&lt;/b&gt; I can hear it, it gets louder and more confident. One missed workout turns into two, or three, so easily. The longer I let it yell, the louder and more persuasive it gets. Then a whole knew voice joins in: the Shame voice. But that's a whole different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to deal with my "anti-mentum" voice. I just don't let it gain ground. As soon as I realize that I'm telling myself I just don't feel like it without a valid reason, I turn it around. I remind myself that I may be tired now, but I'll feel more awake after a workout. I may be sore now, but man yoga will feel good. I may not be in the best mood, but I feel so much better after a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a perfect technique, I'm still trying to learn the balance between pushing myself too hard, and not pushing hard enough. However, it kept a recent two day slack-fest from getting any longer, and it's kept me going this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to close out this month strong, only five days left. I think I can keep the anti-mentum at bay that long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2944536000801740700?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2944536000801740700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2944536000801740700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2944536000801740700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2944536000801740700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/opposite-of-momentum.html' title='The opposite of momentum'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5671685569092846614</id><published>2010-02-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:44:37.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good start to the week.</title><content type='html'>After a lackluster week last week, plagued by the disruptions in schedule that always throw me off, I've gotten myself off to a good start this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;a href="http://www.self.com/"&gt;Self Magazine's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Self-Your-Best-Butt-Fast/dp/B000A7BQSS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1266851935&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Your Best Butt Fast&lt;/a&gt; video for the second time last night. That video is killer. After about 40 minutes of exercises that made my butt burn and the rest of me sweat bullets, I really believe I'll see serious results in three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added in upper body strength training to my gym sessions last week, which I plan to continue this week, so the days I'm at the gym are no longer just running days, they're running and upper body toning, leaving the "off" days for toning my bottom half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other good news, I'm under 160 again! I weighed in at 158.4 this morning. I'm hoping it's not just a fluke, but it's a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shooting for a stellar week to make up for my stumble at the end of last week. I will &lt;b&gt;own&lt;/b&gt; this week. This week is &lt;b&gt;mine&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5671685569092846614?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5671685569092846614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5671685569092846614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5671685569092846614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5671685569092846614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-start-to-week.html' title='A good start to the week.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4378719977473422959</id><published>2010-02-17T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:45:57.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start.</title><content type='html'>I started back on the treadmill yesterday, I did a short 22 minute run at 5 mph, and got about 1.56 miles before I started feeling my knee deteriorating. I did a lot of stretching and then did a short ab session and a long (30 minute) upper body strenth session. I did hammer curls, shoulder presses and French presses with 10 lb free weights (doing the super slow lifting Mizfit is a fan of) then switched to the machines and did chest presses and lat pull downs, again veeerrrry sloooowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My upper body is nice and sore today, and my knee has recovered nicely. I'm going to do a lower impact video and some ab work today, and then back to the gym to test the knee out again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed that it holds up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4378719977473422959?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4378719977473422959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4378719977473422959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4378719977473422959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4378719977473422959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a start.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-401389655428600071</id><published>2010-02-16T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:07:07.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over yet!</title><content type='html'>Heading back to the gym tonight after a short hiatus to give my knee some breathing room. Planning on a short run followed by mostly upper body strength training, and lots of stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-401389655428600071?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/401389655428600071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=401389655428600071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/401389655428600071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/401389655428600071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-over-yet.html' title='It&apos;s not over yet!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-1806788243921142262</id><published>2010-02-08T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:02:36.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a minor set back</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen the inside of a gym since last Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was so sore from Wednesday I took a rest day to let my body heal. Friday, My knee started aching. At first I thought I could just deal with it, but by the time I arrived at the gym, after walking up and down the subway stairs, I realized that running was out of the question. So we walked from Wall street(ish) up to Canal Street. Saturday, the pain in my knee was so bad that I could barely hobble around the apartment. It hasn't felt that bad in years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after three days of no exercise, I forced myself to run through a pilates video that I knew was mostly floor work, and therefore easy on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my knee feels to be at around 80%. There's a small twinge in there, but nothing serious. I'm going to try the gym today, on a "see as we go" basis. I'll start out on the treadmills, but if it starts bothering me, I'll have to switch to something less high impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a setback, but it's small. I'm frustrated that my knee is still acting up this badly this long after the surgery, but I'll deal.  At least I can walk, and usually, run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-1806788243921142262?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1806788243921142262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=1806788243921142262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1806788243921142262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1806788243921142262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-minor-set-back.html' title='Just a minor set back'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5739649185987173440</id><published>2010-02-04T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:16:04.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow, I always think it's about me...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was running at the gym, feeling ok, and some guy gets on the treadmill next to me. He starts setting himself up to run, and then 30 seconds into his run (I swear) gets off the treadmill, and goes to another treadmill. I watch him try to get on the new treadmill, which is broken, then get back on the treadmill next to me. Another minute or two, and he tries another machine, also broken, back to the machine next to me. Finally, the person on the treadmill next to him gets off, and he switches to that machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know there's nothing wrong with the treadmill next to me, this was about 15 minutes into my run, and there had been a person running on it when I started. Also, shortly after this treadmill switching man vacated the spot, a girl gets on and starts running, and is still running when I'm done with my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only thing I could think was, Why was this guy so desperate to not be running next to me that he would risk loosing his spot on a treadmill? I mean, it's overcrowded in the gym right now, you actually have to wait for treadmill (especially since at least four treadmills were out of commission yesterday.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next thought was, why do I think this is about me? Why am I automatically embarrassed, thinking I'm doing something offensive? Maybe the TV doesn't work or something stupid like, he's ocd and can't run on a treadmill that's an even number from the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he was actually treadmill hopping, but I do know that I ran for 28 minutes (with a 2 minute warm up and 5 minute cool down,) I ran for 2.4 miles (I don't count the warm up and cool down distance,) and I did strength training with 15 lb. hand weights. So even if it was about me, he can suck it. I'm hardcore now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5739649185987173440?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5739649185987173440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5739649185987173440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5739649185987173440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5739649185987173440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/somehow-i-always-think-its-about-me.html' title='Somehow, I always think it&apos;s about me...'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7848013413850834351</id><published>2010-02-02T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:19:44.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official weigh in and General check point</title><content type='html'>Did my "official" weigh in for February on Monday. 162 lbs. Good, but now I'm facing that 160 barrier again. It bothers me that I weigh this much again. Like I've completely erased all the good I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive thing is that my measurements now are smaller than they were the last time I weighed over 160. I'm still wearing size 8 jeans comfortably (although they are Old Navy Jeans so I'd say I'm about a size 10 in normal jeans.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had one of those runs last night at the gym. The kind where I hit this point where I feel like I could just run forever. I had a lot of bad things in my head from the weekend, and the run just cleared them all out. I was lucky too, because as crowded as the gym is right now, there were a couple of empty treadmills so I pushed it past the time limit. I started out with a two minute warm up walk, then ran for 28 minutes before doing a two minute cool down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original plan was to do two runs yesterday. I was thinking I'd start with my normal 20 minute run, then after stretching and doing weights, I'd try for another 10 minute run. But I felt so good at the 20 minute mark I didn't want to stop. Unfortunately, after stretching and doing some weight training, I was feeling quite a bit of stiffness in my knee, so I decided to forgo the second run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knee is feeling 100% today, although my legs are a bit more sore than normal. Also the new "slow lifting" I've been doing (thanks &lt;a href="http://mizfitonline.com/"&gt;MizFit&lt;/a&gt;!) has my arms feeling like noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my eyes and mind on the goal. Which is to run a 5k this spring. Weight loss is a goal, but not *the* goal right now. It will simply be a byproduct of my amazingly awesome training. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7848013413850834351?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7848013413850834351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7848013413850834351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7848013413850834351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7848013413850834351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/02/official-weigh-in-and-general-check.html' title='Official weigh in and General check point'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3209378134061866316</id><published>2010-01-27T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:57:52.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling my motivation slipping.</title><content type='html'>My motivation and determination is faltering again. Yesterday I failed to motivate myself to go for a run. I can make all the excuses I want: I was unexpectedly sore from my workouts the day before, I haven't been sleeping well, I'm just in a funk; but the only fact that matters is that I did not run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for my goals (and my star filled calendar), I had already done my Yoga for the day when my resolve decided to take a vacation, so I got my 30 minutes of exercise in for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding myself increasingly sore lately. I'm not sure if it's a good or bad sore though. It doesn't feel like the same kind of sore I'm used to from working muscles, more of a general stiffness and dull ache. I've also, somehow screwed up my sleep cycle. I am almost overwhelmingly tired during the day, and then frustratingly awake when it comes time for bed. This is vicious cycle for me, since the more tired I am the  more I rely on caffeine to prop me up through the day. This morning found me too exhausted to wake up at my new early hour to get my yoga done. Instead I started my day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's a victory, since I did manage to motivate myself to actually do the yoga, instead of just skipping it. I'm trying to focus on the fact that I am working out more, and more consistently, than ever. I am, however, lazy when compared to my two workout buddies. It's hard to temper my competitive streak and keep myself from pushing too hard too fast. It's hard for me to cut myself a break when I need one and just step back and let myself rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week before my next "official" weigh in and measurements. I can't slack off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3209378134061866316?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3209378134061866316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3209378134061866316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3209378134061866316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3209378134061866316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-my-motivation-slipping.html' title='Feeling my motivation slipping.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8569633578185759361</id><published>2010-01-25T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:10:37.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes, and a new breakfast food</title><content type='html'>This weekend was full of goods and bads as far as fitness goes. Saturday, I did not work out, but I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; manage to get myself some new running shoes. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;field-keywords=Nike+Women%27s+Air+Citius+2%2B&amp;x=0&amp;y=0"&gt;Nike Woman's Air Citius II+'s&lt;/a&gt; to be exact. The inaugural run for my brand new shoes was on Sunday, and it went well. I ran for 2 miles without a reoccurred of the calf pain that had been plaguing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I tried some Greek Yogurt for breakfast (thanks Diana!), it was very yummy, and the small serving was acceptable to my stomach. I think I'm going to grab some more and alternate it with oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm doing alright with my workouts...I've only missed two days out of the last eight. I hope I can up that percentage this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8569633578185759361?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8569633578185759361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8569633578185759361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8569633578185759361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8569633578185759361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-shoes-and-new-breakfast-food.html' title='New Shoes, and a new breakfast food'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6843102160179350014</id><published>2010-01-21T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:53:19.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up early</title><content type='html'>Tried a new tactic this morning, literally. I made myself get up with my S.O. and do my AM Yoga while he got ready to leave for work. I am not a morning person, but I have to say, I feel more awake than I normally would at this time (9:30 am for the record.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure doing this will allow me to step up my workouts, since I've been doing my yoga at lunch and then every other day hitting the gym around 6. This way, Yoga is done, and I can do something &lt;b&gt;else&lt;/b&gt; at lunch time (still planning on hitting the gym every other day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings up an interesting point for me, I have been shying away from "new" workouts lately. Oh I've queued up a ton of new videos to try, and I still have a couple DVD's I haven't played through yet, but I keep falling back on "safe" workouts. Ones where I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; how hard I'm going to work, and I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; how long they are. I don't know how to get myself past this mental block other than to just &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; the new workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Day one of this morning stuff is a success. Let's see how long I can keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6843102160179350014?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6843102160179350014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6843102160179350014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6843102160179350014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6843102160179350014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/waking-up-early.html' title='Waking up early'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8609882713792885507</id><published>2010-01-19T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:52:50.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Warrior</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the first weekend that I have managed to get myself up off my butt to work out both days. Of course I followed that up by getting absolutely no exercise on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some yoga on Saturday, to try and give my legs a rest from the pounding they've been taking with the increased running schedule. I'm feeling it in my calves again, which has me worried. I don't want to sideline myself again, especially when I've been doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday I did a Boot Camp Video that basically undid all the "rest" my legs were getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm focusing on the fact that I did really well the rest of last week, even if &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt; my workout partners are kicking my butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying out new video's through Netflix a lot this past week. Crunch: Boot Camp Training was a little hokey (nothing like being called a recruit!) and I definitely needed heavier hand weights than I had, but the next day &lt;b&gt;man&lt;/b&gt; were my legs and butt sore! I'm going to continue the trend and try more new video's this week, however I think I'm going to run out of new stuff to stream soon unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that, dispite my frustration and getting my butt kicked by my workout buddies, I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; loosing weight. Woo Hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8609882713792885507?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8609882713792885507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8609882713792885507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8609882713792885507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8609882713792885507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-warrior.html' title='Weekend Warrior'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8804246131437351800</id><published>2010-01-15T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:26:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dojo Mentality</title><content type='html'>The other day I found a picture of me at the dojo I went to for years. The picture was taken after a belt test for another student, and we're all posed for the camera. The picture wasn't taken too long ago, maybe five or six years ago, so I know it was taken during a tumultuous time in my life. In the picture, I'm smiling, a big genuine smile. I look happy, and I know, beyond doubt, that I was happy when that picture was taken. Oh sure, I may not have been happy half an hour later when I stepped outside, but inside the dojo was always different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been able to push myself harder at the dojo than during any other activity. My personal limits were always there to be pushed, broken, and respectfully ignored. I was always a work in progress inside the dojo, and yet at the same time, more fully a whole person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been more at peace then in those moments meditating after a hard class, when my body was too tired to be a distraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to joke that only Martial Artists can understand Martial Artists. You have to be a special kind of crazy to enjoy a sparring class, or to obsessively practice kata. I'm not entirely sure that's true anymore. I think the same kind of crazy applies to most athletes. That ability to take the pain, put in the hours, and give yourself to the pursuit of just getting better at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that focus. I miss that wholeness. I miss that drive to push my limits. My mind has been circling around this for the past few days, since I found the picture. I've been thinking about why the dojo was always a special place to me, what about it made me push so hard, and why I have been unable to find that mental space outside the dojo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a way to incorporate my "dojo mentality" into the rest of my fitness routine, a way to make it all training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8804246131437351800?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8804246131437351800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8804246131437351800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8804246131437351800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8804246131437351800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/dojo-mentality.html' title='Dojo Mentality'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7015523944369325043</id><published>2010-01-13T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:03:11.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling with calories</title><content type='html'>One of my many battles with food revolves around caloric intake. The science of dieting boils down to a simple truth of input vs. output. In you burn more than you eat, you loose weight. Now inside that equation is a lot of math I don't understand. Variables based on metabolism and resting heart rates. Good foods and bad foods. Fast burning nutrients and ones that are easy to store. But on the surface it's simple. Eat less, Workout more, loose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem for me is keeping that balance. I'm hungry and I want to eat. I like food. But for me to loose weight I need to keep my caloric intake under 1,300 calories. And exercise on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days I want to cry and scream that it's not fair. Especially when reading success stories that include phrases like "All I did was cut out soda" or "I switched to whole grains and lost 10 lbs". What about me? I already eat whole grains, and only drink diet sodas. I eat lots of veggies and not a lot of meat. If I put too much dressing on my salad it blows out my total for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating sensibly seems like it should be enough. It should be enough to not eat junk, and to only eat when you're hungry. Today I am frustrated and hungry, and trying very hard to power through today. I want a grilled cheese sandwich and a side of mashed potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid metabolism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7015523944369325043?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7015523944369325043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7015523944369325043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7015523944369325043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7015523944369325043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/struggling-with-calories.html' title='Struggling with calories'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-381261500613613360</id><published>2010-01-12T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:06:59.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Start</title><content type='html'>Wow, this week is already off to a better start than last week! After doing some yoga around lunch time I was tired and had to pull on some of my new support system to motivate me to go to the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was I glad I did! I had one of those runs where you feel like you can run forever. I was just cruising at my normal 5.0 pace, listening to some good music, and didn't want to stop. I was actually mildly upset that I had to stop. Stupid 30 minute limit. After my two minute warm up, I had to stop after only 23 minutes of running to give myself a 5 minute cool down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm tired and sore. I'm looking forward to my daily yoga session to try to stretch out some of the kinks. I'm hoping to do yoga every day this week, to balance out the running and prevent the shin-splint like injuries I've had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over my calorie allotment yesterday slightly, but not too badly (I had some mandarin oranges that I shouldn't have.) Hopefully I'll make up for it over the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I started reading &lt;a href="http://pastaqueen.com/halfofme/"&gt;PastaQueen's&lt;/a&gt; book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Half-Assed-Weight-Loss-Memoir-Jennette-Fulda/dp/1580052339/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1263312264&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Half Assed&lt;/a&gt;. It's been on my list for a while, and I finally got a copy for Christmas this year. If you read her blog at all, the tone of the book is exactly what you expect, She's had me laughing even when I'm cringing at some of the stories. I'm loving it so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-381261500613613360?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/381261500613613360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=381261500613613360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/381261500613613360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/381261500613613360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-start.html' title='A Good Start'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5461474550317019436</id><published>2010-01-11T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:52:32.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Troubles</title><content type='html'>I am not a morning person. It is always a struggle for me to get myself out of bed, no matter how much sleep I've had or what time I went to bed. The first thing I need, to get me functional and working, is a cup or two of coffee. The last thing I want in the morning is food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, when I wake up I am very not hungry. In fact, the idea of eating food first thing in the morning makes me a tad nauseous. I can usually force myself to eat a bowl of oatmeal or some cereal, but usually not until I've been up for a good hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to think this was a problem. If I got up at 7, breakfast was usually around 9:30 or 10:00. Still plenty early to be called breakfast. But I don't get up at 7 anymore. With a flexible schedule my morning routine has shifted, and I wake up at 9. Breakfast? More like an early lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the research out there saying how important breakfast is for weight loss, and a new study saying eating earlier is better, what am I to do? Am I doomed to a choice between sluggish weight loss and choking down food I'm not enjoying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5461474550317019436?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5461474550317019436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5461474550317019436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5461474550317019436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5461474550317019436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakfast-troubles.html' title='Breakfast Troubles'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4273836819694139516</id><published>2010-01-10T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:31:09.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fail.</title><content type='html'>After all of my determination and planning, and despite all of the new motivational tools I've put in place, the weekend was a fitness fail. I cannot express how bad I'm feeling about it. I'm struggling against the feeling that I am simply unable to keep myself going, and stay on track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four stars on my calendar and I'm holding on to that. I am determined that next week will be better than this week, that there will be more stars. It just means that any reward I was promising myself will be pushed back a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed in myself, and yet, now I have all of the tools in place. Now I have people I am accountable to, and I've given them the tools to be able to check up on me. As disappointing as this week has been, fitness wise, I'm trying to look at is as a foundation week. This week I got everything in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4273836819694139516?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4273836819694139516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4273836819694139516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4273836819694139516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4273836819694139516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-fail.html' title='Weekend Fail.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2220640711154657606</id><published>2010-01-08T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:33:16.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Week One.</title><content type='html'>Another First week down. Only one day (right in the middle no less) without a star on the calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself do Yoga today. I really, &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;, didn't want to. The sloth has kicked in. But I &lt;b&gt;made&lt;/b&gt; myself, because I want those stars. And I want new running shoes, which is what I've promised myself as a reward for a month of solid progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making sure to track everything I eat. Strangely this has coincided with me not being very hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started making use of SparkPeople again (I'm Morfit over there if you wanna hit me up.) I've got a long distance workout buddy on there now (hereafter referred to as LDWB), so I've got some additional accountability going on, and some more motivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I've been needing to counter the "just wanna curl up and hibernate until I feel better" that's settled into my chest. I'm making myself get up, go out, run at the gym (Ran for 21 minutes yesterday! Woot!), do yoga, and see people. I'm just moving through it till this passes. Having faith that it &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; pass is a new thing for me...would that be progress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2220640711154657606?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2220640711154657606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2220640711154657606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2220640711154657606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2220640711154657606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-week-one.html' title='Friday, Week One.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8608886129348450035</id><published>2010-01-07T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:21:08.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was a lesson in humility. After all my big talk about keeping fitness as my top priority, and dragging a very unhappy S.O. to the gym, I started changing in the locker room only to discover I had failed to pack a sports bra. I debated briefly trying to run in my normal bra. The thought of running for half an hour with that little support for the girls, coupled by the fact that I had assumed we were going out after the gym and didn't want to have to go out wearing a drenched bra under my shirt, resulted in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This humillation was only made worse when we ended up not going out, simply going home. At first I had the thought that I would do a workout video after dinner, however, by the time people had sorted themselves out, dinner had been cooked and eaten, and The living room was clear enough for working out, I had completely lost my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I stayed under my caloric limit for the day, so it wasn't a total disaster. Also, I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; go to the gym today, and instead of Friday, I'm going to actually force myself to do a weekend gym visit on Saturday. I will hit the gym three times this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8608886129348450035?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8608886129348450035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8608886129348450035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8608886129348450035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8608886129348450035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-1560185530962162755</id><published>2010-01-06T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:09:52.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making fitness a priority</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest roadblocks is my inability to prioritize fitness correctly. I will be completely committed to working out and eating healthy, and then something comes up. Friends come to visit, or we go out of town. There's a birthday dinner, or a friend wants to meet for drinks. So I'll push my gym time off thinking "oh it's only one day, I'll go tomorrow." But inevitably there's another sudden time commitment that shows up, and the workout gets pushed back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens often enough that it ends with me having seen the inside of a gym twice a week on a good week, and it has to stop. Regardless of what's going on in my life, or who wants me to be where when, I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to get to the gym three times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is already a prime example, and it's only the first full week of the year! We found out recently that a good friend was going to be coming into town, and is going to be crashing at our place. He's getting into town today, and so this morning my S.O. mentioned he didn't know if we'd have time for the gym today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old me would have let him push off the gym time, making the priority time with friends. And while I still believe that spending time with friends is important, I really need to put fitness first. We can still meet up with friends, &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a struggle this week, but I am determined to keep fitness as my top priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-1560185530962162755?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1560185530962162755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=1560185530962162755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1560185530962162755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1560185530962162755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-fitness-priority.html' title='Making fitness a priority'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7758921408249412660</id><published>2010-01-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:45:44.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutioner, or Old pro?</title><content type='html'>Walking in the the gym yesterday, I had an odd experience. It's resolution time again, so the gym is packed with new people. People who don't know the rules, people who are just starting out. Every year I get annoyed with the influx of people and wait impatiently for the thinning to occur in February. This year, I was still a tad annoyed at the lack of available treadmills, but more, I felt like one of them. I felt like a resolutioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended 2009 with a cold, so my gym time was rather limited. Between the holiday rush and feeling run down in general, I did not end 2009 on a very healthy note. Oh sure, I was getting some exercise, mostly in the form of Yoga, but I was not eating healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resolved to get back on track with my weight loss efforts. No more hiding my failures,  no more lying to myself by avoiding the scale. My jeans are tight, I know I've gained weight back. Facing the scale this morning showed me just how much. 166.9 lbs and 34.1% BF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those numbers are devastating, but I'm trying to think of them as a starting point. Because really, I'm starting over. I'm using all of the knowledge I've gained over the past two years and I'm starting fresh. Does that make me a resolutioner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the tricks I've learned are back in play, I'm back to keeping a food journal, and I've got my calendar back up on my wall waiting for more stars to join yesterdays. To keep it interesting, I've got a slew of new fitness toys that I haven't had a chance to use yet, and my order of fitness gear from Old Navy arrived yesterday. If I keep the momentum going through the end of January, I'm going to reward myself with new running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my second major resolution: I've resolved to run my very first 5k this summer with my Running Buddy. Making it to the gym to run has become a priority. I need to run at least three days a week, with cross training days in between if I'm to have any hope of upping my mileage to break that 2 mile barrier I seem to be stuck at. Depending on which race we pick, I may only have till the end of May (right around my Birthday actually) to set myself up for a decent 5k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for training is simple, for now. Add one minute of running time each week. Yesterday I pushed a little to see what I had to work with. I ran a "warm up" of ten minutes, pushing my speed up into what is close to a sprint for me. After stretching, doing some ab work, and a little rest, I got back on the treadmill and ran at my normal pace. I tried for 20 minutes, but after having to take two walk breaks I called it when the timer hit 20, giving me about 17 minutes of running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waffling on my starting time. Should I scale back to 20 minutes or start with a solid run of 25 minutes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7758921408249412660?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7758921408249412660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7758921408249412660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7758921408249412660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7758921408249412660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutioner-or-old-pro.html' title='Resolutioner, or Old pro?'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5183916834767428059</id><published>2009-12-29T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:14:35.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing out the year</title><content type='html'>Well 2009 was a year of ups and downs for me. All in all it was a good year, but not an easy one. I'm trying to end the year on a positive note, with a solid workout schedule logged this final week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my first post-Christmas run yesterday, eking out just over 2 miles in 27 minutes. I had to take a 30 second walk break in the middle. I don't feel too bad about that, since I didn't run at all last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a lot of new fitness toys to play with, my Running Buddy got me a balance ball and resistance band kit, which came with &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; workouts on DVD, I got a copy of wii fit plus and a brand new Yoga DVD to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping for a healthy and fit new year ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5183916834767428059?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5183916834767428059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5183916834767428059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5183916834767428059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5183916834767428059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/12/finishing-out-year.html' title='Finishing out the year'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4694972906321176824</id><published>2009-12-22T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:25:04.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to the parents for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>I've been in such a rush to get everything done, I've been neglecting to post. Suffice to say I've been keeping on track with getting exercise most days, and more often than not some part of my body is sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone, may the new year be a healthy one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4694972906321176824?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4694972906321176824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4694972906321176824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4694972906321176824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4694972906321176824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-to-parents-for-holidays.html' title='Heading to the parents for the Holidays'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6764827316183815369</id><published>2009-12-16T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:33:09.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the "lazy monster"</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been battling what I call my "lazy monster." It's a conglomeration of all the things that stop me from working out. It's the voice that tells me I'm too tired, that I've already done enough this week, that it's too late or too cold outside, too much work to get to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I battled it yesterday, and partially won. It told me that I didn't have to do my Yoga, I'd done Pilates the day before and besides weren't we going for a run later? I was tired and very susceptible to the "I've already worked hard enough" line. But I battled back with the simple fact that Yoga makes me feel better. So I did my yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, however, real life got in the way of the running plans. Not only was I tired and grumpy and generally not feeling it, my S.O. was stuck at work late. He was also super tired and grumpy, so we called it, and I made a tasty new dish for dinner instead. A dish that with a tad bit of tweaking will be a healthy dish someday ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I also figured out a way to get my Yoga DVD's onto our television. You see, we don't have a DVD player, but I have several yoga DVD's. We do have a sort of mini computer attached to our television for watching things off Hulu and the like. So, I figured out that I can create a digital copy of my DVD's and transfer them to the TV's computer to watch. This makes me happy, as I really enjoyed the Am/Pm yoga DVD and miss doing the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to try for a make-up run today, and I'm going to do the Am part of the Am/Pm yoga routine around lunch. Crazily, we're also going to try to get some shopping done tonight after we get done with the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let the "lazy monster" win today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6764827316183815369?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6764827316183815369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6764827316183815369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6764827316183815369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6764827316183815369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/12/fighting-lazy-monster.html' title='Fighting the &quot;lazy monster&quot;'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-698473081375881222</id><published>2009-12-10T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:44:41.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's run felt good. I pushed myself and ran for 20 minutes, walked for two, then ran for five more. It felt good to really push and run at the edge of my endurance. I'm a tad impatient to be able to really &lt;b&gt;run&lt;/b&gt; all out for 30 minutes again. I'm trying not to push myself too hard to early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution has been spotty thus far this week. I haven't popped in the Yoga videos at all. I did that Pilates/Yoga fusion video on Monday (Would that count as yoga?), and Ran on Wednesday. Tuesday I fell victim to crams of doom and gave myself the day off. Today I'm going to do the p/y fusion video and then hit the gym later for some easy cardio on the Elliptical machines. I'm hoping to finish out the week well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now accurately represents my "messy middle" this is the part between the before and after pictures. This is the part where I struggle. This is the part where I usually look at it, decide that this is not working, it's too hard, I can't do it, and I walk away. I refuse to do that this time. I've put too much time and effort into this. There's too much at stake for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-698473081375881222?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/698473081375881222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=698473081375881222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/698473081375881222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/698473081375881222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-again.html' title='Running again'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2099996733937620174</id><published>2009-12-07T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:02:41.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting back up</title><content type='html'>After last weeks decision to take this all more seriously, I've decided this week to make a resolution to get some type of exercise in each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout was the Crunch yoga/Pilates video. Again, during the video I didn't feel like I was working that hard, but if last time I did it was any indication I'm going to be really sore tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back to doing yoga as often as possible. I'm planning on doing the video I did today once a week, then twice a week doing the *hard* yoga video and twice a week doing the easy yoga video. I'll do the easy one on the days I'm planning to run, just so I'm not over doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feels good to be moving my body again, to be pushing myself again. I'm still trying to find my rhythm, to get back into that groove, but it's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2099996733937620174?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2099996733937620174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2099996733937620174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2099996733937620174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2099996733937620174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-back-up.html' title='Starting back up'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-1915035068156641229</id><published>2009-12-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:23:34.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking this seriously again.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I ran at the gym for the first time in a long time. For a while, me and the S.O. haven't been able to schedule in Gym Time. All of my exercise has come in the form of videos, mostly yoga at that. Needless to say, while I am definitely more flexible, my endurance has suffered greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a 20 minute run, I required two 30 second walk breaks. I was only running at a pace of 5.0. With a two minute warm up and a five minute cool down, I still did not break two miles (I hit 1.91 miles.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blame the soreness in my entire core area from the Yoga/Pilates fusion video from Crunch that I had done the day before. I'm sure that had something to do with it. However I know the reality is that I haven't been running, and it's going to take me some time to build back up to where I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take this all more seriously. I've been slacking majorly, and it shows. In addition to being lax with my workout schedule, I've been eating poorly. I haven't gone back to my Double Bacon Cheese Burgers with a side of fries, but there have been a few McMeals in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a gentile yoga practice today, enough to stretch out the aching muscles in my core, but that's it for today. Need to rest up. Running again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-1915035068156641229?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1915035068156641229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=1915035068156641229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1915035068156641229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1915035068156641229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-this-seriously-again.html' title='Taking this seriously again.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-766441414041349300</id><published>2009-11-26T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:14:54.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I have made it this far. I am thankful for every movement my body can make, and ever mile I can run. I am thankful for the people who support me and encourage me along this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thankful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-766441414041349300?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/766441414041349300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=766441414041349300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/766441414041349300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/766441414041349300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3982040154681618822</id><published>2009-11-18T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:29:05.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sickness Takes over.</title><content type='html'>Oh man has this been an off week. I managed to do Yoga every day for five days strait last week, took the weekend off, then started this week sick. The kind of sick where you feel ok as long as you're sitting still. I thought I was ok on Monday and did my yoga anyways. I made it through the "hard" yoga series, and then crashed hard. Tuesday I had a whole new slew of issues that basically prevented me from breathing through my nose, or very well at all, and so decided that yoga would most likely be a bad idea, and trying to run was right out. I'm feeling mostly better today, so I'm going to attempt Yoga again today, although I'll be breathing all wrong since I'm still having issues with my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustrating part is that I feel mostly ok, I just can't breathe, and breathing is kinda key to exercising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving myself a partial pass on this week, with the caveat that I need to exercise where I can, and eat as well as possible. As soon as I can, I need to get back to the gym. I'm hoping that's before the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I sound like a broken record lately...I miss having a gym routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3982040154681618822?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3982040154681618822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3982040154681618822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3982040154681618822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3982040154681618822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/11/sickness-takes-over.html' title='The Sickness Takes over.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7474793290804708785</id><published>2009-11-11T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:53:30.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing into the pose</title><content type='html'>My S.O. is very sick right now, and super overworked, which has resulted in a distinct lack of gym time. As in, I havn't been to the gym to run at all yet this week. I'm compensating by an over abundance of Yoga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the "hard" yoga program again today, and, with heavy modification, managed to finish the entire program. My arms are shaking and I am, surprisingly, covered in sweat. I am noticing a distinct lack in my upper body strength while doing yoga. Running has done wonders for my lower body strength, I can hold a tree pose for ages now, but put me in plank and it's my arms, not my abs, that give out first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get my running back on track soon. I really miss my running buddy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7474793290804708785?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7474793290804708785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7474793290804708785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7474793290804708785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7474793290804708785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/11/relaxing-into-pose.html' title='Relaxing into the pose'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8809720508349900697</id><published>2009-11-09T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:34:36.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving through the poses.</title><content type='html'>Oh man. I just finished as much of the Trainers Edge DVD as I could. I got a little further than last week, but not much. Mostly I was just able to hold the positions better, and not use as many mods. I really need to work on my upper body strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a semi success. I only ran twice, but I managed four days of yoga. Also, Friday, my second run, was really long (for me.) I got to the gym before my S.O. and jumped on the treadmill. I hit 20 minutes before he showed, so I walked for a couple minutes, then started running again. Around 10 minutes into the second run, I walked again for a couple minutes, then ran again for 5 minutes before calling it and doing my cool down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some ab work and some stretching before rewarding myself with a sit in the steam room. Man I love the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an "off day" as far as the gym's concerned, so it's a "hard yoga" day. Tomorrow it's "easy yoga" and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i'm modifying my "plan", and giving myself another week to settle into this routine before adding in the push-up and sit-up challenges in. I'm just too tired out from the "yard yoga" to do good form push-ups (although there *are* push-ups in the yoga routine.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8809720508349900697?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8809720508349900697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8809720508349900697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8809720508349900697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8809720508349900697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-through-poses.html' title='Moving through the poses.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2223759437202943995</id><published>2009-11-04T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:53:53.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Week Pause</title><content type='html'>Today is a rest day I suppose. I didn't plan it, but occasionally I do need to get out and have a social life, and that derailed my normal "do yoga at lunch time" plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been going a lot better, fitness wise, than the last couple. I got back to the gym and ran a solid two miles on the treadmill yesterday, after doing my now standard lunch time yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to start the 100 push-up and 200 sit-up challenges, and decided that I'll try again next week. Just doing the yoga and running is enough of a challenge this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be "back to it" with the fitness. Now I just need to keep the ball rolling, and not let myself slide again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2223759437202943995?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2223759437202943995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2223759437202943995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2223759437202943995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2223759437202943995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/11/mid-week-pause.html' title='Mid-Week Pause'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5968522588403678920</id><published>2009-11-02T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:08:22.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying new yoga videos and getting started on my "plan"</title><content type='html'>As part of my new re-commitment to my health and wellness, I've recently decided to make a "yoga break" part of my day. When I break for lunch I do a yoga video before I eat. Because of some technical issues, I've had to turn to Netflix for some streaming yoga videos. So far I've tried two: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crunch-Candlelight-Yoga-Sara-Ivanhoe/dp/B00006FMB2"&gt;Crunch: Candlelight Yoga&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Trainers-Edge-Long-Lean-Yoga/dp/B0002DSPZW"&gt;The Trainer's Edge: Long &amp; Lean Yoga&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two videos were the two opposite ends of the Yoga spectrum. Candlelight Yoga was all about deep stretches, and relaxation. It was a very gentle practice, great for stretching on those days that I actually get myself to the gym but not hard enough to count as a full workout. Long &amp; Lean Yoga was intense. So intense in fact that I only made it half way through the hour long video. By the point where I called it, my arms were shaking and I could barely hold the "resting" pose: Downward Facing Dog. This one counts as a full workout, too much I think to do on days when I plan to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a plan. Once a week I'm going to do Long &amp; Lean, and the rest of the days I'm going to stick to Candlelight Yoga. I think I should be able to get through the whole Long &amp; Lean video by the end of the month. This is all in addition to my normal plan to do the &lt;a href="http://hundredpushups.com/"&gt;100 push up challenge&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href+"http://www.twohundredsitups.com/"&gt;200 sit up challenge&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href+"http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;C25K&lt;/a&gt; all at the same time. This plan got pushed back a week due to unexpected overworkedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm taking on too much. I think I'll be OK, if I think of it as all one plan, instead of a bunch of different ones. Consider this week one, day one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5968522588403678920?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5968522588403678920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5968522588403678920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5968522588403678920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5968522588403678920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-new-yoga-videos-and-getting.html' title='Trying new yoga videos and getting started on my &quot;plan&quot;'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6430497966038213467</id><published>2009-10-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:23:22.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are great personal trainers!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I learned something interesting, children are a workout. We were visiting friends that live in Maine, and they have two kids. I spent a good deal of the weekend running, lifting, tossing, and playing. I gave airplane rides, ran up and down a hill just to run, chased, raced, carried, and was a living jungle gym. All in all, I believe that just keeping up with active kids counts as a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been a horrible slacker as far as fitness goes. Once again I find myself struggling to get myself back on track. Hopefully I'll have a better progress report later in the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6430497966038213467?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6430497966038213467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6430497966038213467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6430497966038213467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6430497966038213467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-are-great-personal-trainers.html' title='Children are great personal trainers!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7316229112476784067</id><published>2009-10-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:05:29.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running when I don't want to.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day I've been to the gym this week. But I'm not stressing it, Because I didn't want to go, but I did. I didn't want to run, but I did. I didn't want to do strength, but I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a weekend upstate, where scheduling and sickness conspired against me and my running buddy (at least enough to keep us from running!), a weekend filled with tasty home baked goods and many fun times out and about with friends and family, I faced the gym yesterday with something akin to dread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation in my head went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired, and it's cold outside. I want to stay home. Can't we just stay home?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, we havn't been running all &lt;b&gt;week&lt;/b&gt;. We &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to go."&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm &lt;b&gt;tired&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," I said to myself, "We'll go to the gym and just run for a bit. We won't even run very hard. Is that ok?" I reluctantly agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was there, and on the treadmill, I set it to 5.2 without thinking. I didn't give myself a chance to think about it I just ran. True, I stopped at 20 minutes, but I ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stretching mats were full of people so me and the S.O. split up, he headed for the weight machines, while I squeezed myself into a spot that opened up, and did my crunches and stretched for a good long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I got bored and wandered over to do my strength routine (Prisoner squats, hammer curl/shoulder press, french press, repeat sets.) When I finished those, my S.O. was in the middle of his ab routine, so, bored, I started adding in more leg work. Apparently boredom at the gym is my friend. I added in knee strikes, chair squats and side squats before deciding I was pushing my luck. I did still need to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is sore and tired today. And I'm happy about it. I've also decided that I'm happier when I'm doing a training "plan" than just winging it, so I'm going to try and work out a plan that works for me. I'm thinking of doing &lt;a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/"&gt; the 100 push up&lt;/a&gt; challenge, &lt;a href="http://www.twohundredsitups.com/"&gt;the 200 sit up&lt;/a&gt; challenge, and the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;C25K&lt;/a&gt; all at the same time. It's a bit ambitious of a plan, so we'll see if I actually do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7316229112476784067?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7316229112476784067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7316229112476784067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7316229112476784067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7316229112476784067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-when-i-dont-want-to.html' title='Running when I don&apos;t want to.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4820644345880385071</id><published>2009-10-08T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:37:26.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good week so far.</title><content type='html'>So far this week has been spectacular. I've actually managed to overcome several hurdles to keep myself on track. So far this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym on a Sunday. Despite a time crunch to get everything we wanted to get done, done, we managed to keep the gym on the schedule. It was a great way to start my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym while not feeling 100%. True, I did take Tuesday off due to illness, but on Wednesday when I was feeling mostly better I decided that one day off for sickness was enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I upped my distance. In an effort to break the training plateau I've been stuck on for ages, I've made my goal distance based instead of time based. I run until I hit two miles. Next week I'll up it slightly to 2.1 miles. I'm trying to increase my distance slowly enough to avoid injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on a starting pace for my training (5.2 mph) and then upped it (to 5.3 mph.) Since my goals are no longer time based (ie run for twenty minutes), I'm free to experiment with different paces within the 2 mile(ish) goal. At 5.2 mph I felt like I could have kept running (for a long while) when I hit the 2 mile goal. So on Wednesday I upped the pace to 5.3 mph. When I raise the distance goal, I'll drop the pace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we're upstate again, and for once I'm not dreading what that's going to do to my exercise regimen. I'm excited, because that means I get to go running with my running buddy again! It also means that my S.O. can go off with his Brother and do serious guy time lifting heavy objects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I understand the need for strength training, but I'm more into the running than the lifting right now, and he wants more lifting, so I go running with my running buddy, he goes lifting with his brother, everyone's happy! I'll keep my strength training where it is for now, and change it up again in about a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay fitness! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4820644345880385071?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4820644345880385071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4820644345880385071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4820644345880385071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4820644345880385071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-week-so-far.html' title='A good week so far.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-1301858305653407020</id><published>2009-10-01T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:56:59.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward momentum.</title><content type='html'>So far the week is shaping up well. Went to the gym yesterday, since I won't be able to go tonight. I hopped on the elliptical machine for the first time in ages. I noticed that with the elliptical machines, I get more of a muscle workout and less of a cardiovascular one. My behind was &lt;b&gt;tired&lt;/b&gt; by the time I got off, but I wasn't sweating nearly as much as when I run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any strength work, I just cruised on the elliptical machine for half an hour then stretched and went home. It was a major victory in the sense that I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; didn't want to go to the gym. I was really tired and in a bad mood and just wanted to stay home and curl up on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least today I have a good solid reason for not going to the gym, tonight is the open house for the graduate program I'm looking to get into. If all goes well tonight, this will be the first step in the plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm finally starting to move forward again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-1301858305653407020?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1301858305653407020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=1301858305653407020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1301858305653407020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1301858305653407020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/10/forward-momentum.html' title='Forward momentum.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-1588477682187639998</id><published>2009-09-30T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:46:52.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on finding my pace again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's run was difficult. I was tired to begin with, and I could feel it as soon as I stepped on the treadmill. It was just about all I could do to keep myself running for the full 20 minutes. I even had to drop my pace a few times to give myself time to recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting off the treadmill, I did some stretching, a short stint of ab work, and my new short strength routine. I've been doing a mini circuit of hammer curl/shoulder presses, then french presses, then squats. I had been doing three rounds with 10lb. weights for the arms, doing sets of 15 reps, however I closest weight I could find was 12.7lbs, so I scaled back to doing 8 reps on the arms (still 15 on the squats), and I could barely do the last set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping to get to the gym more often this week, to start to build up some more positive momentum. I want to get back to where I'm going to the gym more often than not. I want to start improving my fitness again, instead of either spinning my wheels or backsliding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do the 100 push-up and 100 sit-up challenges. I want to get myself back to training for a 5k. I want to start working on being able to do pull-ups again. So many things I want to work towards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-1588477682187639998?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1588477682187639998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=1588477682187639998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1588477682187639998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/1588477682187639998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-on-finding-my-pace-again.html' title='Working on finding my pace again'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6436696779590349777</id><published>2009-09-28T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:31:40.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day needs to be little better</title><content type='html'>Last week was marginally more successful than the week before. I managed to get to the gym a grand total of....twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely fed up with myself. Lately, I've been unable to prioritize my time correctly, wasting a lot of my time because of poor planning and bad decisions. This weekend was a total wash, and we had a very full weekend planned. Staying out too late Friday and having one too many drinks wiped out our whole weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally reached the point where my lack of focus and dedication has gotten to me. Changes must be made, and commitments stuck to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my groove back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6436696779590349777?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6436696779590349777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6436696779590349777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6436696779590349777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6436696779590349777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-day-needs-to-be-little-better.html' title='Every day needs to be little better'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2597740648215202518</id><published>2009-09-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:09:49.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of routine</title><content type='html'>I am determined to make this a good week. It got off to a good start, I spent a good chunk of yesterday walking (about two hours all told) and I ate relatively healthy. It wasn't a stellar day, but it was far from a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of uninterrupted weeks here to get myself back into my groove. A lot of my problems with my level of fitness lately have stemmed from a lack of groove. I have recently realized just how important it is to me to have that routine in place. The less stable my routine, the less likely I am to get myself to the gym. Lately my routine has been very far from stable, and it's resulted in very little gym time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading into the "Holiday Season", our starts early with Birthdays in October, I know my schedule will be far from stable for a long time. Traveling often becomes mandatory this time of year for us. But for the next couple of weeks, I can settle into my routine for a bit, maybe long enough that when all the travel hits again I'll be able to continue the routine around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2597740648215202518?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2597740648215202518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2597740648215202518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2597740648215202518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2597740648215202518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/importance-of-routine.html' title='The importance of routine'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-3152382777817007089</id><published>2009-09-16T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:03:31.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings mean dresses, and dresses mean I must run.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping well lately. Between a bout of seasonal allergies (which I apparently developed in the last two years) and random emotional situations, my average bed time has been 2am so far this week. Last week I was hitting bedtime at 1am due to a deadline for some work I'm doing. I guess technically that's close to 7 hours a night, but I feel completely drained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am attending my cousins wedding, which, as the invitation states, is "black tie optional"...so dresses are mandatory. I do not own many dresses, and none that fit/are fancy enough for "black tie optional." So yesterday I did something that most women profess to love, which is to me an exercise is pain, frustration, and humiliation. I went dress shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the preamble for my going to the gym yesterday. I was tired, nay exhausted, a touch stressed, and very not in love with my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran, even though I felt like a lumbering behemoth. I ran, even though I was sure my running shirt was too tight and was showing the world every bulge I try to hide. I ran, even though every minute I wanted to get off the treadmill and go home. I didn't run particularly fast, or for an amazing amount of time or distance. I ran at a steady 5.2 mph for 20 minutes. (With a five minute warm up and five minute cool down that don't count because I wasn't running.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wussed out on the strength portion of my work out, I did ab work but nothing else. I was just too tired. But I ran. I ran yesterday and I'm planning on running today (I do have to wear that dress Saturday after all.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be completely back on track with this whole fitness thing, but I ran. And I'm holding on to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-3152382777817007089?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3152382777817007089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=3152382777817007089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3152382777817007089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/3152382777817007089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/weddings-mean-dresses-and-dresses-mean.html' title='Weddings mean dresses, and dresses mean I must run.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-6986684695268270231</id><published>2009-09-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:44:50.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall means Football (and wings)</title><content type='html'>Well so much for my triumphant return last week. I got buried under some rush rush rush work, and spent the majority of my week inside in front of my computer. The pile of work ended up precluding a few gym sessions, and by the end of the week I found myself having only one gym session on record. Not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonus to living in NYC is that because of the nature of the city, you end up walking a lot. I think the amount of walking I did this week/weekend may have made up for &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; missed gym session. So I'm counting it as I went to the gym twice last week. Still pathetic. I really hope I can get my act together this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it is now fall, and more importantly &lt;b&gt;Football season&lt;/b&gt;. Once a week I am now obligated to journey with my fellow faithful to a bar and grill in Brooklyn and sit with fellow refugee's from our homeland and eat our native food while we watch our local warriors compete for pride and glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My native land is Western NY state, and my home team is Buffalo. So Football season is usually a time of many Buffalo wings, and much heartache. Ahh heartburn and heartache, the feelings of fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I need to get the rest of my diet under control to allow for the wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because wings are a must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bills will not win if I do not eat wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-6986684695268270231?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6986684695268270231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=6986684695268270231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6986684695268270231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/6986684695268270231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-means-football-and-wings.html' title='Fall means Football (and wings)'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4735821141952379764</id><published>2009-09-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:33:06.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find my way back on track.</title><content type='html'>This week has started out alright, I managed a solid run yesterday, along with a decent strength set. I stepped it up a bit too much during the run, however, and started to burn out half way through. Today I am pleasantly sore and feel like I actually &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; something yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest problems with training is a lack of patience. When I start a run, I feel like I'm not working hard enough, so I step it up too much, and leave myself nothing in the tank for the end of the run. It's very hard for me to gauge how fast I should be running at the start of a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time right now is spent sitting in front of a computer. I'm spending about 90% of my time in this chair right now, so it's very hard for me to make myself sit back down to check blogs and grow my online presence. My zest for being part of the blogging community is being co-opted by my desire to get up from the computer and &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; something. So apologies for not commenting enough on everyone's blogs. I'm still reading, if sporadically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4735821141952379764?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4735821141952379764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4735821141952379764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4735821141952379764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4735821141952379764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-find-my-way-back-on-track.html' title='Trying to find my way back on track.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5022485961849948414</id><published>2009-09-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:39:33.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appologies and excuses</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry I haven't been updating. Getting back to my normal routine has been impossible in this past week. Technical and health problems have kept me from the gym and from settling into any sort of routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer (which is also my work machine) has been having continual problems for the past few weeks. I was finally able to get enough help to diagnose the problem as a failing Hard Drive. The drive has been ordered and now requires me to sit at home and wait for the UPS guy to deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up feeling like a truck had hit me. I was achy and my sinuses were in overdrive. I thought at first it was allergies, but over the day it progressed and I'm sure now I have some sort of cold or flu. It seems to be passing, so I'm hoping to get back to normal life by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the new drive is installed and I no longer feel like my head is stuffed full up with snot, things should go back to normal. I'm hoping that next week I'll be able to make a better showing at the gym, and also return to full presence on the internet. I have a lot of comments to respond to, and I need to get back to reading everyone's blogs again, I'll need the inspiration when I'm huffing through what used to be an easy workout next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5022485961849948414?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5022485961849948414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5022485961849948414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5022485961849948414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5022485961849948414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/09/appologies-and-excuses.html' title='Appologies and excuses'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8830785228518573023</id><published>2009-08-28T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:10:12.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still struggling with the routine</title><content type='html'>This week has been an unexpected struggle. I've been finding it difficult to get back into my old routine. The S.O. and I have managed two days at the gym this week, and I spent a good two hours trekking across North Brooklyn on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's run at the gym went alright. I warmed up, reset the treadmill, and ran for 2 miles, finishing my run in 23 minutes. Running on a treadmill is both harder and easier now that I've spent time running outside. It is easier to go faster, the effort to move forward is less. It is harder mostly because it is boring. Part of that boredom is due to the fact that I busted the screen on my workout ipod, and am still trying to set up my iphone with all my workout tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about being back in the gym is that I've added strength training back into my routine. Well, I think it's a good thing, my abs disagree. Hopefully by the end of next week I'll be able to do my strength set (with slightly reduced weight) without feeling like I'm gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8830785228518573023?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8830785228518573023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8830785228518573023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8830785228518573023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8830785228518573023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-struggling-with-routine.html' title='Still struggling with the routine'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2994738399415151580</id><published>2009-08-25T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:07:03.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting myself back to my routine</title><content type='html'>This week my schedule will finally return to "normal." After weeks of being out of town, followed by four days of having friends visit, I am finally back to the routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was amazingly fun, but a bust fitness wise. Since getting back to NYC, I have done no working out. None. Oh, I've walked a ton, and I do believe walking around with a four year old on your back should count as exercise, but there has been no running, no strength training, nothing. I'm hoping to reverse this trend this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a good story that I didn't get a chance to relate from when I was up in Rochester: Me and my Running Buddy decided one day to wait until it cooled off to go running. We had the dogs with us, so we decided to run along the Canal where there aren't a lot of people to distract them. We ran for about a mile before deciding to turn around and run back. It was starting to get dusky out and all of a sudden we started running into clouds of gnats. Annoying, but survivable, right? Yeah, except the sporadic clouds of gnats morphed into one giant wall of gnats for at least a solid half mile. You could feel them pinging off your arms and legs as you ran. We tried to keep our heads down to avoid getting them in all the uncomfortable face places, which of course made our noses run, making it harder to breathe. It was nightmarish. And then just as suddenly as we'd come upon this dense concentration of gnats, we broke free of them, still running triumphantly. Yes, one of my proudest accomplishments from the past couple of weeks was continuing to run through a cloud of gnats. Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2994738399415151580?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2994738399415151580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2994738399415151580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2994738399415151580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2994738399415151580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-myself-back-to-my-routine.html' title='Getting myself back to my routine'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-8887472895478366560</id><published>2009-08-19T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:51:50.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed back to the big city</title><content type='html'>After around three weeks of hanging around western NY, I'm on the bus back to NYC. I have seriously mixed emotions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to be headed home, ready to get back to my normal routine, my gym, my healthy diet, and most importantly my S.O. (he headed back to NYC over a week ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, however, to be leaving behind a job that didn't feel like work, my family (and include my S.O.'s family in that), many good friends (a few of whom I didn't even get a chance to see), and a consistent running schedule with the best  running buddy ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in town I ran more often than not. Starting last wednesday, I ran every day except Sunday. I have my running buddy to thank for that. I also have her to thank for a dramatic increase in my stamina. 2 mile runs (with a walk break in the middle) became the standard at the end. Before my 2 milers included the distance gained in the 5 min warm up and 5 min cool down. With the magic of my running buddie's awesome GPS watch, the distace tracked was only the distance was ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after running along lakefronts, forest paths, the canal and getting to run with Dogs keeping us company, running on a treadmil is going to be very boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-8887472895478366560?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8887472895478366560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=8887472895478366560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8887472895478366560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/8887472895478366560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/headed-back-to-big-city.html' title='Headed back to the big city'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5519395719329201567</id><published>2009-08-12T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:54:12.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the sun</title><content type='html'>I think I've finally hit my stride here on my two-ish weeks up in Rochester. That is to say, I finally managed to get myself to go out and exercise after editing photos all day. My new running buddy (who happens to be my S.O.'s sister in law, and a good friend of mine) got guilt tripped into going running this afternoon by my S.O.'s brother. So we suited up and headed up to the Reservoir, which has a .69 mile paved running and walking loop around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a few very valuable lessons today. First, I really need to get some sort of sunglasses to wear when I run outside. My eyes are very light sensitive and all the squinting was giving me a headache. Second, My new running buddy is increadibly paitent and understanding. This ties into lesson three: if I don't run regularly, my level of fitness drops quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first lap, I was feeling alright, a little hot, but not too bad. Partway through the second lap I was ready to die. I felt like I was breathing fire. The sun became my enemy, blinding me and scorching my skin. Somewhere after the one mile mark I decided enough was enough, and slowed to a walk. My poor Running buddy kept going, unaware of my defeat. She wandered back my way shortly with a bewildered "I lost you for a bit there!" And even though she could have kept running for at least another lap, she didn't complain at all about my burning my self out so soon. I'm hoping that next time we go, I'll be able to make a better show of it (that is if I havn't scared her off with my lack of fitness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be an interesting couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5519395719329201567?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5519395719329201567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5519395719329201567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5519395719329201567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5519395719329201567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-in-sun.html' title='Running in the sun'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5388554248395636654</id><published>2009-08-06T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:34:27.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at the lake</title><content type='html'>We're getting towards the end of our time here at the lake. Only two more full days. Me and the S.O. went running again this morning along the lakefront. I managed to run further before our first walk break, and managed to finish our run without needing another one. My pace was a tad slower today, but still fast enough to keep the S.O. happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still havn't found time to go out in the kayaks, but I'm hopeful for today. Todays plans also include hiking and a lot of relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today durring our run we encountered a very protective Corgi, who escorted us quickly through his territory, making sure we didn't linger. He was very cute, and very loud. I'm always amused when such a tiny animal displays so much ferocity. That kind of confidence is inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5388554248395636654?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5388554248395636654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5388554248395636654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5388554248395636654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5388554248395636654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-at-lake.html' title='Still at the lake'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4916157683132892033</id><published>2009-08-04T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:55:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running along the lake</title><content type='html'>I went running this morning along the lakefront here in the fingerlakes. We ran for about a mile and a half, and I managed to keep up a decent pace, enough that my S.O. broke a sweat at least. It felt good, it was beautiful sceanery, nice and shady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's been a very relaxing vacation, and I've managed to keep my diet relatively healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get out on the lake today in the kayak, get a little upper body work out in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm already slathered up in sunscreen and other than the time on the lake, planning on spending most of my time in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be a good day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4916157683132892033?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4916157683132892033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4916157683132892033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4916157683132892033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4916157683132892033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-along-lake.html' title='Running along the lake'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7374655726339151486</id><published>2009-07-29T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:51:24.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on the road</title><content type='html'>As I write this, I'm currently just starting my six hour bus ride to Rochester for the first part of my trip. I've gotten good at this trip and am armed with all the essentials: food, drink, travel pillow, blanket, and several forms of entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my suitcase are two sets of workout gear, and am armband for my iPhone. On this trip I plan on testing the imapmyrun app to see how well it can record a route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's run went alright, I upped my pace (and therefore distance) but not my time, so I ran for 20 minutes at 5.2 mph, for a distace total (with 5 min warm up and 5 min cool down) of 2.17 miles. After the run I felt horrible, tired, achey, and slightly sick to my stomach. I blame the humidity and it being my TOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see how well I do running on pavement this week!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7374655726339151486?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7374655726339151486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7374655726339151486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7374655726339151486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7374655726339151486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-on-road.html' title='Running on the road'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-223622083842203937</id><published>2009-07-29T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:40:37.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still out of touch on vacation</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to update to let everyone know I'm still around, just a tad out of touch while i'm at my parents. I'm still updating my twitter occasionally and I'll be back to posting regularly again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-223622083842203937?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/223622083842203937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=223622083842203937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/223622083842203937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/223622083842203937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-out-of-touch-on-vacation.html' title='Still out of touch on vacation'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4137572961845414995</id><published>2009-07-28T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:10:50.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking, Punching, Running, and Sweating.</title><content type='html'>Since yesterday was an "off day" for running, I decided to try one of the videos that Jillian Michaels had available on Netflix. I did her "Cardio Kickbox" routine. I ended up with a strange mix of being very sweaty and feeling like I worked hard, and yet, after how exhausted I was after her 30 Day Shred videos, feeling like I didn't work hard enough. Either way it was an enjoyable routine, which I do believe will make it into my regular rotation. I may have to consider buying the DVD eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing along with my slightly modified diet plan. I wouldn't even call it a plan per se, more like a guideline at this point. It's very simple: eat mostly fruits and veggies. For instance yesterday, I had a smoothie for breakfast (homemade fruit smoothies are my morning staple), a Mozzarella tomato and basil sandwich with fresh baby carrots on the side for lunch, and Burning Baked Tomato Eggplant (a unique experimental dish me and the S.O. made up while trying to figure out what to do with the Eggplant in our refrigerator) for dinner. Mostly fruits and Veggies, but lunch when a little off the path, what with the cheese and bread and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of weeks will be difficult, diet wise, as we are traveling (once again) to go visit family. As awesome as it is spending a whole week in the finger lakes, one of the big traditions is family dinners. Each "family" gets a night to cook for everyone (there are like 10 or 15 people on this side of my S.O.'s family now, what with cousins and girlfriends and wives and such - and this is the *small* side) and everyone sits down and eats together for dinner each night. Really awesome, except that most of the food isn't always diet friendly (although they do try to keep it healthy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm packing my running gear, and yes (gulp) my swimsuit, and I'm hoping to get enough exercise to make up for what will undoubtedly be a delicious week long feast. I am also planning on grabbing lots of fruits and veggies at the store to pack our fridge with (we're in individual cabins), and I'm going to try my hardest to eat sensibly at dinner (no fourth helpings! No matter how tasty it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be a successful experiment, but either way I'm looking forward to getting out of the hot sticky city and spending some quality time with some awesome people by a lake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4137572961845414995?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4137572961845414995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4137572961845414995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4137572961845414995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4137572961845414995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/kicking-punching-running-and-sweating.html' title='Kicking, Punching, Running, and Sweating.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2164980390011660095</id><published>2009-07-27T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:10:30.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusions and Decisions</title><content type='html'>My plans to continue the "Fruit and Veggie"/"Detox" diet for a whole week have crumbled. Once again, the weekend was my downfall, although it was more like stumbling than careening head first off a cliff. Both Saturday and Sunday dinner was something "not on the plan", as in, there was bread and cheese involved. I do love me some bread and cheese. All in all, it's been a success though, as the weight loss has resumed, so I'm going to slightly modify the plan, add in a few foods (namely whole grains and cheeses/yogurts) and continue on eating mostly fruits and veggies. I figure it's a healthy compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's workout went well. The run felt better than the last run, which is of course the point isn't it? After a 20 minute run I did just about every strength move in my plan. I did the full set of ab work, then moved on to arms, doing hammer curls/shoulder pres combos and french presses before moving to the machines for chest presses and sitting rows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a decision. I will do my leg strength workouts on the days that I run I decided, and started doing squats. I did Prisoner squats to be precise, three sets of eight. Little enough to start with I felt. And they felt good when I was doing them. I felt strain but not too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, on Sunday, when we decided to go for a hike around Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I was still feeling those squats. I think this solves the mystery of why I keep having calf problems when running. My Quads are weak like little baby legs. So Prisoner squats and most likely some other leg exercises will now be a part of my running day routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to figure out something for cross training days that will let my legs rest...suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2164980390011660095?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2164980390011660095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2164980390011660095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2164980390011660095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2164980390011660095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/conclusions-and-decisions.html' title='Conclusions and Decisions'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-125439264013091333</id><published>2009-07-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:58:14.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running and Weight Training, oh my!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I stepped on the treadmill again, after spending what felt like too long letting my leg heal and doing alternate exercises. Boy did I feel the time off. I felt awkward and sluggish. I ran at a slower pace than I'm used to, and I had to stop after 20 minutes of running. It looks like I'm going to have to build myself back up again. I'm going to try not to over do it right out of the gate again, so next week I'll be dropping way back to week 6 on the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;C25k&lt;/a&gt; plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet wise I've been sticking faithfully to my (slightly modified) detox plan. I cut way back on the caffeine (resulting in a sluggish cranky Meg) and have managed to go &lt;b&gt;two whole days&lt;/b&gt; eating only veggies, fruits and egg whites. Beans and Salsa are my friend. Only five more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm planning on some serious cross-training, I'm going to attend my &lt;b&gt;first ever spinning class&lt;/b&gt;. I'm nervous, and I have the usual running dialogue in the back of my head ("what if I'm not wearing the right clothing?", "what if I can't keep up?", "what if I look like an idiot and everyone starts laughing?") But I've decided that the benefits of an hour long spinning class out weighs the risk of wearing the wrong type of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength training has been a tricky subject for me lately. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. (&lt;a href="http://mizfitonline.com/"&gt;Miz&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://www.fitnessfixation.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;?) I know I need to build the muscles in my legs (especially my quads) to avoid problems when I start to up my millage running, but I don't want to over train, which I think was what led to my last bout of shin/calf splints. Originally my plan was to start doing my lower body strength moves on the same day as my runs, with my cross training day having my upper body strength in it. The problem I'm having with that plan is that my legs are dead tired by the end of the run, which makes it hard to keep good form when doing my strength moves (and also makes me feel like a little wuss when I can only eek out three sets of 8 squats before I have to sit down.) So what's a good plan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-125439264013091333?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/125439264013091333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=125439264013091333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/125439264013091333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/125439264013091333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-and-weight-training-oh-my.html' title='Running and Weight Training, oh my!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2736670194857394396</id><published>2009-07-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:25:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More small steps</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my workouts consisted of AM Yoga, and helping a friend move. That counts right? An hour or so of carrying slightly heavy objects up and down stairs? We celebrated the successful finish of the move with Take out Margaritas and Pizza while relaxing in the park. Which I suppose cancels out any workout I got from the move, but was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm starting my "detox" diet: fruits, veggies and egg whites. I'm loosening the rules slightly to include minimal amounts of caffeine and milk. I'd like to still be functional enough to work out this week thankyouverymuch and without my morning coffee I am useless until after noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another small change I'm making this week is to wake up a tad earlier. My schedule has been slowly slipping later and later, and I miss that feeling of waking up and getting stuff done. I end up feeling lazy and a tad stressed from not accomplishing enough when I let myself sleep in, so I'm starting to nudge my schedule slightly each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Are you an early bird or do you prefer to stay up late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2736670194857394396?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2736670194857394396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2736670194857394396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2736670194857394396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2736670194857394396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-small-steps.html' title='More small steps'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-7074631547817236277</id><published>2009-07-20T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:16:15.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering signing up for Class...I could use some more!</title><content type='html'>This week is a brand new week. I plan on starting slowly, with yoga, today. I'm going to ease back into the Couch to 5k, starting on Tuesday. I'm going to drop myself back a week to week 7. I'm also going to do week 7 for two weeks before trying again to move to week 8. Hopefully this will prevent a return of the shin and calf pains I've been plagued with this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also planning on doing what one of my friends refers to as a detox diet this week. Before you go and leave worried comments about things like the Master Cleanse, it's nothing like that. Basically for a week, all I eat are Fruits, Veggies, and egg whites for protein. So it's almost like being vegetarian for a week. It's a very hard challenge for me, lover of cheese and milk that I am, but the last time I managed to stick with it for a week, it did jump start my weight loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to try to take this idea of "cross training" more seriously. I'm beginning to think that the elliptical machines are just a tad too close to running. So this week on my "off" days, I'm going to try to mix it up with some classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big hurdle for me as far as taking classes goes, is that my gym requires you to sign up for some classes in advance, due to the popularity and small room sizes. This is a good idea, however, it leaves me anxious about committing to something I don't know if I'm 100% ready to do. What if I sign up for that spinning class at 5:30 on Wednesday, and then something happens and I can't make it? I'll have locked up one precious bike for nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also suffer from "performance anxiety" (he he) when it comes to actually going to the classes. What if I can't do it? What if everyone else is happily punching and kicking (or stretching) away, and I'm there in the back huffing and puffing and collapsing into a puddle of near heart attack?! I'll look ridiculous! Everyone will laugh! It's so much easier to just stick to the treadmill where I can go at my own pace and no one knows how slow I'm running or that I've only gone for ten minutes when I start gritting my teeth and looking like a marathon runner pushing up that last hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you out there suffer from "new class-itis"? How do you get past it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-7074631547817236277?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7074631547817236277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=7074631547817236277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7074631547817236277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/7074631547817236277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/pondering-signing-up-for-classi-could.html' title='Pondering signing up for Class...I could use some more!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-914242523235686864</id><published>2009-07-16T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:05:45.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Fail</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I wasn't feeling great, but talked myself into going to the gym for my C25K training session. I could feel the tiredness in my muscles as I did my warm up, but I figured it would work it's self out as I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ten minutes into what should have been a 30 minute run shooting pains started in my lower legs. I slowed down to a walk for a minute and then tried to start running again, which caused the immediate return of the shooting pains. So I called it, turned off the treadmill and went to the mats to stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated and angry at myself. It seems like every time I start in on a training program, or try to take my fitness a notch higher, my body gives out on me. I'm going to back off on the running today, I'm thinking of doing a spinning class to cross train a bit, and I'm going to repeat this week of the program. I'm also going to drop the leg exercises from my cross training days, and instead try to do them on my running days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another minor setback. It's annoying and frustrating, but I'm trying to work around it, and not let it ruin my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you "work around the pain"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-914242523235686864?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/914242523235686864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=914242523235686864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/914242523235686864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/914242523235686864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-fail.html' title='Running Fail'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-4970229392936266887</id><published>2009-07-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:24:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore but ready for another day</title><content type='html'>So far this training schedule is working, although my run today will be the real test. Yesterday I chilled out on the elliptical machine, doing easy intervals. Then I hit the strength training. I made it through all of my ab work, although the last few of the "sensei mark specials" were still brutal, then did some leg machines to give my shoulder a rest. Then out of a feeling of insecurity, I did the sitting row machine and the chest press, just to make sure I got some upper body in. My entire body is slightly sore this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the real test of this plan however. I've never tried running for this length of time consistently, and never while sore. I'm thinking I may have to reward myself with time in the steam room tonight if I make it through the run. I'm also back to putting stars on my calendar for motivation, and right now boy do all those stars look pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step, once I finish this C25K plan, is to start getting myself to run outside. I have this unreasoning fear of running outside. I think of it as harder than running on a treadmill, and when I have run outside in the past the results have been near catastrophic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice on transitioning from the treadmill to the real world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-4970229392936266887?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4970229392936266887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=4970229392936266887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4970229392936266887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/4970229392936266887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/sore-but-ready-for-another-day.html' title='Sore but ready for another day'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-130493004117048528</id><published>2009-07-13T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:01:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retooling the schedule</title><content type='html'>This seems like something I am constantly doing...nudging my schedule here and there trying to make it fit everything I want it to fit. After another week of not being able to fit the gym into my weekend, I've decided I can no longer take Monday's off from the gym. So I hit the gym this morning to start on week eight of the C25k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I managed to run for 27 minutes after a five minute warm up. The last two minutes were brutal. I really had to push to keep myself running, and not drop my speed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new plan is as follows, C25K workouts M-W-F, cross training/strength training T-Th, try to get exercise on the weekends whenever possible. I'm still going to be working on upping my ab strength on the T-Th strength days, and I'm going to try to add a Saturday or Sunday to that, at least for the ab work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you switch up your schedule? Is change a motivator for you or do you subscribe to consistency being the key?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-130493004117048528?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/130493004117048528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=130493004117048528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/130493004117048528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/130493004117048528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/retooling-schedule.html' title='Retooling the schedule'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5946341228946887888</id><published>2009-07-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:47:29.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking off another day in the plan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was day two of sticking to the C25K plan. It's hard for me to make myself warm up for a full five minutes before starting the jog. At the end of the 25 minute jog I was feeling like I could go for a while longer, so I sped up for the last two minutes to tire myself out. I didn't want to run for longer than the plan dictates, but I do think I could have kept running at the pace I was jogging at for another five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My abs are still sore from Tuesday, making my core work hard. I struggled through the second set of my rotation, ending up falling 10 short on the "Sensei Mark Specials". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few of the gear splurges that I had ordered in the mail recently, although I'm still waiting on a few more things. I ran with the &lt;a href="http://www.nbwebexpress.com/detail.asp?type=WMACSK&amp;style=SK785"&gt;New Balance Color Block Socks&lt;/a&gt; for the first time yesterday, and I did feel a surprising difference. I was amazed at what a difference socks could make during a run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also now am the proud owner of a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.championusa.com/Champion/Browse/Search.aspx?first_answer=1&amp;items_per_page=15&amp;free_text=mesh+hot+short"&gt;Champion Mesh Running Shorts&lt;/a&gt;, although I have yet to run in them. You see, I have this fear of them bunching up slowly and riding up till it looks like I'm running in scrunchy underwear. I guess the only way to get over it is to just wear them and hope for the best ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on good cheap running gear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5946341228946887888?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5946341228946887888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5946341228946887888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5946341228946887888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5946341228946887888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/checking-off-another-day-in-plan.html' title='Checking off another day in the plan'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-5841760355103241715</id><published>2009-07-08T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:08:56.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the Plan</title><content type='html'>One day of the C25K training under my belt. I threw caution to the wind and jumped in at week 7. Walk 5 minutes, Jog 25, Walk 5. This seems to be the point where I'm stuck at right now. It felt like a good solid run, and I was tired by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however do a bad thing, and did 30 minutes of elliptical intervals. It was supposed to be an easy warm up while I killed time waiting for my S.O. to show up, but leave it to me to feel embarrassed about not working hard enough. So my easy warm up turned into a full on session of intervals, not &lt;b&gt;quite&lt;/b&gt; H.I.I.T. levels, but close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided, whim like, to set a target for my ab work, I upped the number of each set to 25 reps. Right now I've got four different styles of crunches (well three but one is done on each side, so I count it as two - is that cheating?), and I'm aiming to do three sets of each exercise. I did two sets yesterday, and I'm feeling it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice on cross training I can do on my days off on the C25K plan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-5841760355103241715?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5841760355103241715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=5841760355103241715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5841760355103241715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/5841760355103241715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-plan.html' title='Starting the Plan'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417949662879541772.post-2946204719763560605</id><published>2009-07-06T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:45:46.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to the week</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be a good one. I just got my copy of &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/"&gt;Hungry Girls&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a herf="http://www.amazon.com/Hungry-Girl-Under-Recipes-Calories/dp/0312556179/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1246886462&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;200 under 200 Cookbook&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm excited to try out a bunch of new healthy recipies. I've already tried a slightly modified version of one of the recipes and it even got the S.O.'s stamp of approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to try the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch-to-5-K&lt;/a&gt; training plan. I'm jumping into the plan at week four. I'm a little nervous about the plan, even though everyone has nothing but good things to say about it. Reading the plan, it doesn't seem like I'll be doing enough work. It is, after all, only three days a week. I'm trying to come up with other cross training to do on the other days. Are elliptical machines are too close to running to be cross training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there had a great holiday weekend, or just a normal weekend for those not in the states. What are you planning this week to refresh your exercise routine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417949662879541772-2946204719763560605?l=morfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2946204719763560605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417949662879541772&amp;postID=2946204719763560605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2946204719763560605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417949662879541772/posts/default/2946204719763560605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-forward-to-week.html' title='Looking forward to the week'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681981436179673834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
