Monday Motivation

I love quotes. Good movie clips. Awesome blog posts. And completely inappropriate ecards.

For example...

My favorite quote of all time is:
"I can accept failure. Everyone fails at something. But I can't accept not trying." Michael Jordan

THE GREATEST BASKETBALL PLAYER OF ALL TIME was onto something.  This quote applies to every area of your life.  How do you know you can't if you don't try.  And just because you fail once doens't mean you stop! It means you will be better next time.

I've had a bunch of people say..."I'd run with you but you' re to fast." Do I need to remind you how I started this whole process?? Here is a link to My Story where you can refresh your memory.. My first mile... 15 minutes and 30 seconds.... yeah. that was RUNNING...as absolutely fast as I could.  It wasn't pretty...and I ran in my dungeon of a basement on our treadmill until I got ballsy enough to venture outside...where I pushed a stroller every where I went for two reasons...

1. To get the Max Man to settle down at night .
2. To have something to lean on when I wanted to DIE after a few blocks.

But I kept going. I kept trying.

A friend of mine pushed me COMPLETELY out of my comfort zone during our run last week.  We were getting ready to go and I was putting my head phones on because who the eff runs without music?!?!? Well......she does. Not only does she run without music but she TALKS WHILE RUNNING!!! CRAP.

So I compromised...I turned my music on but played it through my phone that sat in the top of my stroller...no head phones. So this means I could hear myself huffing like a water buffalo the entire way. Great........................ Oh and she wasn't pushing ANY children and I had TWO....Complete disadvantage.

But I maned up...and off we went and we chatted about kids and husbands and garage sales...you know...solving all the problems of the world....And before I knew it we had gone 3 miles.  I just ran...3 miles...without music...while TALKING!?!?

What did I learn: Friends don't let friends sit in their comfort zones. We push each other...whether it's intentional or not. Little did that no-music-talk-while-running friend of mine know that being able to run with someone and have a conversation along the way was something I've always wanted to do but something I thought I was a LONG way from being ready for. There is no such thing as ready....Just jump in...with both feet.

I'm still trying and failing...and then I try again. Last week I had the fastest run I've EVER ran while pushing Max and the the slowest run I've had in 3 months while pushing Tyler.  Same route. Same weather.

Though I think my motivation with my run with Max was the thunderstorms we were dodging. I ran 3.03 miles in 30 minutes 56 seconds.  That's a 10.13 minute mile PUSHING that little tank.  HOLLA!! And I'm pretty confidant I could take at least 20 seconds off of that time for having to stop for traffic twice and having to retrieve that adorable Bears hat once...on the biggest hill of my run...thanks Max.

My run with Tyler was HARD. My muscles were SCREAMING for a rest day but my mind was telling me to go enjoy these last few days of beautiful fall weather.  Considering I can hardly sit down on the toilet without bracing myself against the wall and the towel holder I should have listened to my muscles...But off we went for our 3.03 miles... 31 minutes and 58 seconds later we made it home...that's a 10:34 minute mile....Next time...I listen to my body. 

Part of why I'm so sore is because I ROCKED MY SOCKS in the workout department last week. I spent the majority of the week running and lifting.  I did at least one if not both every day except Thursday... I ended the week with a spin class which was good but HARD considering I haven't done a spin class in ohhhhh...a month. 

Top number is my average RPM's....not bad.

Second number is my watts or how hard I worked... My highest ever was 145...which was FREAKING HARD.  My goal is to always be above 120. So this isn't bad for my first class in way to long. 

Bottom right corner...Yeah...I rode 20 miles. Boom. 

Back to my original topic...things I love. This. I love this.

I love this because:

1. How else are you suppose to dance to Barbie Girl?

2. The people next to her are completely ok with it.

3. She is OWNING that treadmill...Maybe if I spiced up my treadmill workouts like this I wouldn't hate it so much........................... Look out old folks at the Wellness Center...It's game on. 

This...I love this too...For obvious reasons. The July 2013 issue of Interrupt Mag featured statements from children celebrating what they love about their bodies.... This little girl has it all figured out.

My body is magic. It's birthed 3 babes in 3 1/2 years.  Fed 3 humans.  Ran a half marathon. Chases my 3 crazies errr day. It's been burned, scraped, scarred, broken, and pushed to it's limits for the last 27 years.  She's one bad ass mama-jama and most definitely magic. 

And lastly I leave you with this my friends...

Happy Monday!!!

Left: 10 months post baby number 3 October 2013

Right: 5 months post baby number 2 December 2011

Just. Keep. Going.