2012 turned out to be a pretty good running year! My blogging skills have been abysmal, but I made real strides towards accomplishing my goals. Yay!
The big things:
I lost 22 pounds! I was aiming for 30, but I'm happy with 22. I'm down 2 dress sizes. How can I complain about that?
I PR'd in a Half Marathon. I took a whopping minute off my best Half time. Hey it's still a PR!
I PR'd BIG TIME on my marathon time! I took 1h 6 min off my NYC Marathon 2011 time, and PR'd for a marathon by 24 minutes! Of course I had planned to run NYC in 2012 but that didn't happen thanks to Sandy. I ran Harrisburg PA instead. My goal was to finish in under 5 hours, and I made it by 19 seconds. Whew! I wold have been crushed if I had missed that goal by just a few seconds.
Some big news of 2012 is that I was selected to be on the Dr. Oz Show (airing today, repeating tomorrow). I followed the "Shred Revolutionary Diet" for 6 weeks, documenting my progress, and then taped the show with 5 other ladies who had done the same thing. The diet worked just fine, but the Dr. Oz experience was really lacking. I'll write about that tomorrow.
I just had to get those 2012 items out of the way so I feel like I can start again tomorrow with a blogging plan.
I have a great feeling about 2013 - it's going to be a great year. For fitness and fun!
I hope you'll join me on the journey along My Pink Miles!
See you tomorrow...
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Thursday, October 18, 2012
13.1 Shades of...
...Death.
Last weekend I ran the Shades of Death Half Marathon here in New Jersey. Compared to all other distance races I've run, it was pretty small, just a few hundred people.
But it was awesome!
It was actually run on my local training routes - I run Shades of Death Road all the time. So it was really nice to race on the roads I know so well. It was very rural, run through farms and fields and beautiful country roads of Northern New Jersey. There were very few human spectators, but lots of the furry kind!
My favorite human ones were two senior ladies standing on a corner. They were there by themselves, and I was the only runner around. They clapped and waved and I waved back. They were great!
The furry fans were the best. I passed a field with a couple of horses - they had their heads over the fence, standing together, watching the runners go by. Across the street was a small field full of goats, merrily chomping on piles of hay.
A little further down the road there was a dog in a driveway. It just stood there and watched us go by, with the occasional bark at a runner.
A couple of miles on, there were the dairy farms. Black and white cows grazing in their pastures. At this point I choked back a tri-berry GU, followed by a swig of Gatorade. Which went really well with the fragrance of cow poo. But I loved it!
As it was a two loop course, I got to run past these sights twice. On my last loop, with about a mile to go, I passed an open field that suddenly filled with about a dozen horses mounted by red- and black- coated riders accompanied by a pack of hounds - on a fox hunt, I presume. They came up on the road beside me, and for a quarter of a mile I ran next to horses and hounds. It was so great!
My goal was to run strong, but not flat out. New York City was just 3 weeks away, and I wasn't chancing any injuries. But I finished with a PR! My fastest half yet! 2:20:18.
The best part? I got to kiss this guy at the end!
Last weekend I ran the Shades of Death Half Marathon here in New Jersey. Compared to all other distance races I've run, it was pretty small, just a few hundred people.
But it was awesome!
It was actually run on my local training routes - I run Shades of Death Road all the time. So it was really nice to race on the roads I know so well. It was very rural, run through farms and fields and beautiful country roads of Northern New Jersey. There were very few human spectators, but lots of the furry kind!
My favorite human ones were two senior ladies standing on a corner. They were there by themselves, and I was the only runner around. They clapped and waved and I waved back. They were great!
The furry fans were the best. I passed a field with a couple of horses - they had their heads over the fence, standing together, watching the runners go by. Across the street was a small field full of goats, merrily chomping on piles of hay.
A little further down the road there was a dog in a driveway. It just stood there and watched us go by, with the occasional bark at a runner.
A couple of miles on, there were the dairy farms. Black and white cows grazing in their pastures. At this point I choked back a tri-berry GU, followed by a swig of Gatorade. Which went really well with the fragrance of cow poo. But I loved it!
As it was a two loop course, I got to run past these sights twice. On my last loop, with about a mile to go, I passed an open field that suddenly filled with about a dozen horses mounted by red- and black- coated riders accompanied by a pack of hounds - on a fox hunt, I presume. They came up on the road beside me, and for a quarter of a mile I ran next to horses and hounds. It was so great!
My goal was to run strong, but not flat out. New York City was just 3 weeks away, and I wasn't chancing any injuries. But I finished with a PR! My fastest half yet! 2:20:18.
The best part? I got to kiss this guy at the end!
Friday, July 13, 2012
Changing it up. There are other ways of training...
So it's vacation time for the Mills Family! We are heading to California today for 2 weeks.
(So that's why I'm sitting at my computer instead of packing. I'm just trying to avoid everything I need to get done by 2 pm this afternoon.)
We are taking the red eye (with 3 kids) tonight to San Francisco to meet up with my parents, who have driven to SF in their RV. Then we are spending the next two weeks together in their RV. My parents, their dog, our 3 boys and my husband and I in the RV. For 2 weeks.
Sounds a little chaotic. And believe me, it will be. All that energy in a very enclosed space. A VERY enclosed space. But it will also be a heck of a lot of fun. We did the same thing last year and had a blast touring the Grand Canyon, Arches, Bryce Canyon, Capitol Reef and Canyonlands and Zion National Parks.
This year we are visiting San Francisco, Yosemite, Kings Canyon and Sequoia National Parks and Los Angeles.
When we started planning this trip, my first thought, believe it or not, was how am I going to keep up with my training schedule! Forget the fact that we are going to be visiting spectacular National Parks! Where am I going to run?
Come on Deb, get a grip.
So maybe I won't be keeping up with my training plan exactly. I won't have my weights or my hula hoop with me. That doesn't mean I'm going to deteriorate into a wobbly, jiggly mess in two weeks.
Instead, I've planned out miles of hikes. Up mountains. Through forests. Around waterfalls. One hike that I want to do is 14 miles to Clouds Rest in Yosemite. How great is it that I am fit enough to even consider doing that? Unfortunately, I don't have anyone who can keep up with me!
But I will run across the Golden Gate Bridge. If there is one thing I want to do in San Francisco, it's that.
So if my running takes a back seat to hiking over these next 2 weeks, so be it. I can't wait to take in the glorious scenery and fresh mountain air!
So either by running or hiking, I'm still training.
My pink miles will just be more uphill.
(So that's why I'm sitting at my computer instead of packing. I'm just trying to avoid everything I need to get done by 2 pm this afternoon.)
We are taking the red eye (with 3 kids) tonight to San Francisco to meet up with my parents, who have driven to SF in their RV. Then we are spending the next two weeks together in their RV. My parents, their dog, our 3 boys and my husband and I in the RV. For 2 weeks.
Sounds a little chaotic. And believe me, it will be. All that energy in a very enclosed space. A VERY enclosed space. But it will also be a heck of a lot of fun. We did the same thing last year and had a blast touring the Grand Canyon, Arches, Bryce Canyon, Capitol Reef and Canyonlands and Zion National Parks.
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| Hiking in Arches National Park, Utah 2011 |
This year we are visiting San Francisco, Yosemite, Kings Canyon and Sequoia National Parks and Los Angeles.
When we started planning this trip, my first thought, believe it or not, was how am I going to keep up with my training schedule! Forget the fact that we are going to be visiting spectacular National Parks! Where am I going to run?
Come on Deb, get a grip.
So maybe I won't be keeping up with my training plan exactly. I won't have my weights or my hula hoop with me. That doesn't mean I'm going to deteriorate into a wobbly, jiggly mess in two weeks.
Instead, I've planned out miles of hikes. Up mountains. Through forests. Around waterfalls. One hike that I want to do is 14 miles to Clouds Rest in Yosemite. How great is it that I am fit enough to even consider doing that? Unfortunately, I don't have anyone who can keep up with me!
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| Clouds Rest, Yosemite |
But I will run across the Golden Gate Bridge. If there is one thing I want to do in San Francisco, it's that.
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| Can't wait to run this beautiful bridge! |
So if my running takes a back seat to hiking over these next 2 weeks, so be it. I can't wait to take in the glorious scenery and fresh mountain air!
So either by running or hiking, I'm still training.
My pink miles will just be more uphill.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
New York, New York
I've been in a little bit of a funk these last few days with my exercising. I've been lacking motivation - I just want to lay in bed when the early alarm goes off. I don't want to run or exercise.
The mind is a fickle thing. How is that one day you are are raring to go and the next you could care less?
I skipped my Tuesday run this week - I just couldn't for the life of me get out of bed. I ran 3 miles of hills yesterday, dragging my sorry rear up and down the inclines, including Hilda. Today I woke up at 5:30am without the alarm and after 30 minutes of trying to talk myself out of getting up, I finally rolled out of bed.
I sleepily put on my running skirt and shoes and headed out the door, with my playlist set to shuffle.
The second song made my heart and mind wake up.
Frank Sinatra and his famous New York New York.
I remembered why I have to run 4 miles today. I'm running the New York City Marathon in 115 days!
All of a sudden, I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face! I felt lighter and much happier. And most importantly, happier running.
I don't know why my mind does this to me. I know it happens to everyone, this lack of motivation. My goal seems far away - 115 days - but it's not that far away at all. That's the thing with marathon training - it takes time! I can't just wake up and run a marathon. It takes days and days of miles and miles. It's easy to lose track of the goal when you are weeks away from the race. But you need to keep building your endurance and strength.
Frank made me realize that this morning. That I'll have good days and bad, but as long as I keep hitting the pavement, my goal will be reached.
It really is all about putting one foot in front of the other.
On my pink miles!
The mind is a fickle thing. How is that one day you are are raring to go and the next you could care less?
I skipped my Tuesday run this week - I just couldn't for the life of me get out of bed. I ran 3 miles of hills yesterday, dragging my sorry rear up and down the inclines, including Hilda. Today I woke up at 5:30am without the alarm and after 30 minutes of trying to talk myself out of getting up, I finally rolled out of bed.
I sleepily put on my running skirt and shoes and headed out the door, with my playlist set to shuffle.
The second song made my heart and mind wake up.
Frank Sinatra and his famous New York New York.
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| Verrazano Bridge, the start of the NYC Marathon |
I remembered why I have to run 4 miles today. I'm running the New York City Marathon in 115 days!
All of a sudden, I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face! I felt lighter and much happier. And most importantly, happier running.
I don't know why my mind does this to me. I know it happens to everyone, this lack of motivation. My goal seems far away - 115 days - but it's not that far away at all. That's the thing with marathon training - it takes time! I can't just wake up and run a marathon. It takes days and days of miles and miles. It's easy to lose track of the goal when you are weeks away from the race. But you need to keep building your endurance and strength.
Frank made me realize that this morning. That I'll have good days and bad, but as long as I keep hitting the pavement, my goal will be reached.
It really is all about putting one foot in front of the other.
On my pink miles!
Friday, July 6, 2012
Pitbull, Carly and me. Running in One Direction.
I've always been a lover of music. I've played the piano all my life, and the clarinet in high school. Sang in Gilbert and Sullivan musicals. There is almost always some music playing in the house somewhere.
And I can't run without my music either. I've tried. Every so often, I think that I'll listen to the birds chirping their early morning songs while I run. But that doesn't get me moving up the hills like some heavy duty hip hop does. I need my tunes.
I love a varied playlist - I'm eclectic all the way. I'll go from Adele to ZZ Top in a heartbeat, with John Denver thrown in for some wholesomeness. I'm hoping his easy going lyrics balance with Eminem shouting and swearing at me in the early morning.
(Speaking of Eminem - one day last year I was running at the park, listening to him curse through Till I Collapse. I ran past a nun in her habit who was saying her rosary. I wondered if we canceled each other out.)
Music motivates me. It makes me go faster. It helps me up Hilda. It entertains me.
And I sing when I run. I play my air guitar. I bang my air drums. And I love it. I'm sure people driving past me think I'm having a seizure or something. But isn't it better to be getting some strange looks on the road than sitting at home in front of the boob tube?
This past week I've had two of my fastest runs ever. My usual route is 4 miles and I ran it this morning in 44:15. That's the fastest I've ever done! And that includes 4 pretty good hills.
And I have several people to thank for that awesome time -
Pitbull, for telling me to get back in time.
Carly Rae Jepsen, for telling me that she might call me. Maybe.
One Direction, for telling me that I'm beautiful.
Florence and the Machine, for telling me my dog days are over. That I run fast for my mother, father, children, sisters and brothers.
And most of all, Beyonce. Did she tell you? Girls run the world.
And I can't run without my music either. I've tried. Every so often, I think that I'll listen to the birds chirping their early morning songs while I run. But that doesn't get me moving up the hills like some heavy duty hip hop does. I need my tunes.
I love a varied playlist - I'm eclectic all the way. I'll go from Adele to ZZ Top in a heartbeat, with John Denver thrown in for some wholesomeness. I'm hoping his easy going lyrics balance with Eminem shouting and swearing at me in the early morning.
Yes, I'm a fan. Awesome running music.
(Speaking of Eminem - one day last year I was running at the park, listening to him curse through Till I Collapse. I ran past a nun in her habit who was saying her rosary. I wondered if we canceled each other out.)
Music motivates me. It makes me go faster. It helps me up Hilda. It entertains me.
And I sing when I run. I play my air guitar. I bang my air drums. And I love it. I'm sure people driving past me think I'm having a seizure or something. But isn't it better to be getting some strange looks on the road than sitting at home in front of the boob tube?
This past week I've had two of my fastest runs ever. My usual route is 4 miles and I ran it this morning in 44:15. That's the fastest I've ever done! And that includes 4 pretty good hills.
And I have several people to thank for that awesome time -
Pitbull, for telling me to get back in time.
Carly Rae Jepsen, for telling me that she might call me. Maybe.
One Direction, for telling me that I'm beautiful.
Florence and the Machine, for telling me my dog days are over. That I run fast for my mother, father, children, sisters and brothers.
And most of all, Beyonce. Did she tell you? Girls run the world.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Run Up and Down. Repeat 7 times. Then go see Hilda.
3 months post op and I am finally feeling normal again. And that means training again! The New York City Marathon is just 4 months away, and I'm getting my rear end in gear.
I'm back to running 4-5 days a week, and I'm also running hills again. Hill repeats had always intimidated me. When I read about other mother runners running them, I always thought that hills were for real runners, not me.
Well, hello, I'm a real runner! And hill repeats are now one of my favorite things.
Except for Hilda.
I have a hill route that I run - it's just up and down my rural country road. I run three miles - three different hills. Two hills I run twice and one I run three times.
And then there's Hilda.
There is this hill right before my driveway. For lack of imagination, I've named her Hilda.
She's not an exceptionally long hill. Or steep hill. But I have a fear of Hilda.
I don't know what it is. I've avoided running up her for the last 2.5 years. She is certainly steeper than what I normally run. But there is no reason why I can't just crank on up the slope.
So I did just that this morning. I said to myself - get your rear end up that hill. Is Hilda stronger than you? No, Ma'am, she is not. I ran up the Queensboro Bridge in the NYC Marathon last year for crying out loud! I'm going to let a little hill defeat me?
So up I went.
I almost made it to the top without collapsing. My Garmin beeped 3 miles (Done!) before I reached the top. How's that for a lame excuse to quit Hilda?
But she's not going anywhere. Hilda will still be there next week. And the week after that. And the marathon after that. I'll be racing up Hilda before I know it.
And the good thing is that my driveway is right at the top of Hilda. So I can just collapse on my own turf when I'm done with her.
I'm back to running 4-5 days a week, and I'm also running hills again. Hill repeats had always intimidated me. When I read about other mother runners running them, I always thought that hills were for real runners, not me.
Well, hello, I'm a real runner! And hill repeats are now one of my favorite things.
Except for Hilda.
I have a hill route that I run - it's just up and down my rural country road. I run three miles - three different hills. Two hills I run twice and one I run three times.
And then there's Hilda.
There is this hill right before my driveway. For lack of imagination, I've named her Hilda.
OK so that looks pretty pathetic. Hilda doesn't look bad at all!
But pictures just aren't conveying the feeling I get
when I stand at the bottom and look up.
And then she continues around the corner, and heads upward some more.
She's not an exceptionally long hill. Or steep hill. But I have a fear of Hilda.
I don't know what it is. I've avoided running up her for the last 2.5 years. She is certainly steeper than what I normally run. But there is no reason why I can't just crank on up the slope.
So I did just that this morning. I said to myself - get your rear end up that hill. Is Hilda stronger than you? No, Ma'am, she is not. I ran up the Queensboro Bridge in the NYC Marathon last year for crying out loud! I'm going to let a little hill defeat me?
So up I went.
I almost made it to the top without collapsing. My Garmin beeped 3 miles (Done!) before I reached the top. How's that for a lame excuse to quit Hilda?
But she's not going anywhere. Hilda will still be there next week. And the week after that. And the marathon after that. I'll be racing up Hilda before I know it.
And the good thing is that my driveway is right at the top of Hilda. So I can just collapse on my own turf when I'm done with her.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Happy National Running Day! Now go for a walk.
I just got back from a glorious 4 mile run in the beautiful sunshine of New Jersey, in celebration of National Running Day. It feels so good to be on the road again! I'm up to about 18-20 miles a week - a combination of walking and mostly running. I'm also walking the dog for 2-3 miles a day as well, in addition to running. So these legs are making up for 2 months of surgery induced rest.
And the movement feels wonderful. My heart is pumping, my muscles are working, my lungs are feeling full of healthy air. Exercise does so much for the body - and the soul.
Has anyone seen the HBO documentary "Weight of the Nation"? http://theweightofthenation.hbo.com/ I really want to see it. But you don't have to watch it to know that we are facing a crisis of obesity in this country. I don't have to share the stats - we've all heard them. We just have to look around and we can see the impact of an overfed and under-active society.
On the last few mornings of my walks/runs, a thought keeps popping into my head. What if every person in this country went for a 15 minute walk every day. Just 15 minutes? No matter how busy we are, there are 15 minutes to spare. No excuses. Just get off your rear end and go for a walk.
Just think what it could do for us as a nation.
People say they are too unfit to walk for 15 minutes. Well, start somewhere. You just have to start. Getting fit reduces your risk for heart attacks, strokes, cancer, etc etc etc. What's the downside of a walk?
People say there is nowhere to walk. Well, if everyone got out and walked, perhaps demand for sidewalks could spur on construction projects, help the economy. We are such a car oriented country. A walk a day could change that. I know that is simplistic, but why couldn't it help?
People say their neighborhood is too dangerous. Well, if everyone went for a walk, couldn't the neighborhood be reclaimed in the name of safety? You know the saying, safety in numbers.
What do I do with my kids? Well, bring them along! Kids love and need movement!
I don't have the right shoes. Well, walk in what ever you've got. Just walk.
I don't have the right clothes...
It's raining...
I'm tired. I don't want to get up early...
Blah blah blah.
There are all sorts of excuses. For everything and anything there is an excuse.
But imagine is everyone walked. We'd say hi to our neighbors. We'd stop being afraid of other people. We'd get to know them instead. We'd stop being addicted to our TVs, ipads, computers, phones. So much good could happen.
So on this National Running Day, perhaps we should talk about having a National Walking Quarter of an Hour - every day. A walk can accomplish a lot.
If only everyone would try it.
And the movement feels wonderful. My heart is pumping, my muscles are working, my lungs are feeling full of healthy air. Exercise does so much for the body - and the soul.
Has anyone seen the HBO documentary "Weight of the Nation"? http://theweightofthenation.hbo.com/ I really want to see it. But you don't have to watch it to know that we are facing a crisis of obesity in this country. I don't have to share the stats - we've all heard them. We just have to look around and we can see the impact of an overfed and under-active society.
On the last few mornings of my walks/runs, a thought keeps popping into my head. What if every person in this country went for a 15 minute walk every day. Just 15 minutes? No matter how busy we are, there are 15 minutes to spare. No excuses. Just get off your rear end and go for a walk.
Just think what it could do for us as a nation.
People say they are too unfit to walk for 15 minutes. Well, start somewhere. You just have to start. Getting fit reduces your risk for heart attacks, strokes, cancer, etc etc etc. What's the downside of a walk?
People say there is nowhere to walk. Well, if everyone got out and walked, perhaps demand for sidewalks could spur on construction projects, help the economy. We are such a car oriented country. A walk a day could change that. I know that is simplistic, but why couldn't it help?
People say their neighborhood is too dangerous. Well, if everyone went for a walk, couldn't the neighborhood be reclaimed in the name of safety? You know the saying, safety in numbers.
What do I do with my kids? Well, bring them along! Kids love and need movement!
I don't have the right shoes. Well, walk in what ever you've got. Just walk.
I don't have the right clothes...
It's raining...
I'm tired. I don't want to get up early...
Blah blah blah.
There are all sorts of excuses. For everything and anything there is an excuse.
But imagine is everyone walked. We'd say hi to our neighbors. We'd stop being afraid of other people. We'd get to know them instead. We'd stop being addicted to our TVs, ipads, computers, phones. So much good could happen.
So on this National Running Day, perhaps we should talk about having a National Walking Quarter of an Hour - every day. A walk can accomplish a lot.
If only everyone would try it.
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