Monthly Archives: September 2013

Defining Ourselves

 

Sharing this post from a LOLA member as her “tale from the track” make us all think about our defining moments. Thanks Sue!
img_2355Something amazing happened to me last night.  During a track workout, no less. The fact that I even wrote that sentence is so odd, because I don’t usually do track workouts.  Or really run that much.  But this year I’m attempting to do things outside my comfort zone.  Or just try new stuff.  I am attempting to not define myself by what has come previously in my 46 years. Thus why I am even on a track at 6 pm on a Wednesday eve.  The tape in my head says: “I am not a runner.”  But, could I be one?  Might I actually enjoy being one? Last night I worked hard to re-record that tape with a new message.  I pushed it.  When Kim, the coach of Team LOLA , explained that we were going to be running 4 sets of 2 laps around the track, I said to myself, “One at a time.”  When she suggested we try to do a negative split, which is either the second lap faster than the first or the second 2-lapper faster than the 1st 2-lapper, I said, “One at a time.” I watched the disappearing back of a woman who had told us she had just completed her first half Ironman, and another tall gazelle of a woman on that first 2 lapper.  I couldn’t even keep up with them, hitting the last turn as they crossed the finish at the other end of the field.  On the second one, I asked myself to just keep them a bit closer, and to really try on the last straightaway.  I finished right behind them.  On the third one, I encouraged myself to dig a bit deeper, and passed them right at the end. On the last one, the two girls that I had been happily following made me go first.  I didn’t want to do that, because I liked following them.  It felt more comfortable.  I mean, they were runners.  I was just hanging on as long as I could. But the one said (and I’m not sure who, because she was behind me) she didn’t want me to pass her again at the end, because she was giving it all she had and then I would pass her.  And the other one said, “Hell, own it girl.”  Or something to that effect. I ran faster than I thought I could those 2 laps, and it felt great.  And then Kim asked us to do one final lap.  What would it feel like, she asked, to give it all we had?  To turn the dial to 9 at some point, maybe just at the end.  How often do we get to ask ourselves to really dig deep.  She promised we would recover.  She promised no matter how much it would hurt, it would pass.  So on the last sprint lap, I bolted at the beginning, and around that second of three turns, when it started to HURT HURT HURT, the voice inside said, “You can pull up and slow now, Sue, because you’re not really a runner.  You don’t have it.” The voice said, “You can stop.  It’s ok.”

 

 But then I heard the hard breathing of someone coming up behind me, and damn if I didn’t want to give up.

 

If she could, whoever she was, I could.  So I kept going, even though it hurt so much.  And when I hit the straightaway and my breathing was all funky and raw, I gave it all I had left and turned it up to 9.  I crossed the line first. I’m telling you, we are so much stronger than we think.  In all realms.  And today, I can’t use the excuse that I’m not a runner.  Because now I am.  And I wonder where this new recording inside my head will take me.

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“Please Don’t Call Me Skat”

I dedicate this post to all of the women out there training for a Fall race. For those planning their first 5k or their 20th marathon, embrace your body and all that it does for you. You are beautiful, healthy and strong.

I hear it time and time again from woman that I work with, “please don’t call me skat.”  You are probably wondering what “skat” is referring too…other then the obvious definition meaning “too hurry” or animal poop.  Skat, a word coined by friends, means “skinny fat.” Or in more clinical terms, a low level of lean body mass (muscle) and a higher percentage of adipose (fat).

We all have seen or known skat people in our lives. These are the women we secretly envy when we see them all dressed up in their skinny jeans looking oh so fabulous. Wishing we could wear those skinny jeans, if only our athletic bodies with strong muscles and curves would squeeze into those things. Well, no such luck. Even though I will never “rock the skinny jeans,” I can rely on my strong athletic body to support my aging bones, carry me up hills, run miles, swim yards, lift weights, carry groceries, kids & everything else. I would not trade it.

Ladies, our muscles are beautiful while representing hard work and dedication to our health. You know there is someone out there that would love to have your well sculpted muscles ( maybe even your skat friend?). Wear your running shorts with confidence, show off those athletic bodies and be proud! Strong is the new skinny…and please don’t call me skat.

Loly (myWife) in backlight @ Playa Honda, Lanz...

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