Category Archives: Running

It’s the little things…

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I know… I know… I’ve sort of abandoned my blog a little, I promise I won’t do it again… Promise 🙂

This morning while I was getting my morning coffee, someone asked me a simple enough question – What did you do this weekend? The conversation went like this…

Person – What did you do this weekend? Miss Thing???
Me – Well, went to the movies, did my long weekend run, went for a walk (simple enough answer right?)
Person – Well, how long is a long run exactly?
Me – 11 Miles (I said this with a smile)
Person – How much do you run on a given week, take this past week as an example? (at this point I started doing my mental math…)
Me – Well… Let me see… Hmmm…. (calculating in my mind)… 26 miles this week, and I did do a 45 mile bike ride as well
Person – Oh my God, sweetie, I think I would just pass out in 100 yards

This morning I realize that what I do and what I train for is impressive, just seeing her reaction this morning told me that.  The little things that I think are insignificant, are really not THAT little.

Now I want to back track to May.  I had a little ‘Come to Jesus’ moment.  When I realized that yes I work out a lot, but I was eating garbage.  It didn’t matter how much I worked out, how many miles I logged, I was never going to get rid of the excess weight I had.  (Not going to lie, vanity did play a big part in the ‘Come to Jesus’ moment).  A friend of mine put me in contact with her cousin, who had started going to a boot camp.  I had an epiphany when I signed up and was given an eating plan.  I had to change my lifestyle, change what I ate and how I ate it.  Once I did that it all clicked.  Not going to say that it’s easy… But again it’s the little things.  Like swapping out white rice for brown.  Sometimes saying NO isn’t easy to do, but again it’s the little things.

Yaya used to say, “La vida esta llena de poquitos” (Life is full of little things)… So it’s all about the little things and the realization that Rome wasn’t built in a day.  But in the changing of all the little things, big things materialize… I’ve signed up for a couple of Olympic & International distance triathlons… Next January I’ll run my 2nd Full Marathon… And I’m commiting to train for a 1/2IM in 2013. 

So yes, it’s the little things that add up and make something great! Sometimes we need to find the greatness within ourselves without having someone else point it out. 

Celebrate the greatness that comes in the little things…

Another ING… Done…

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The ING Miami Marathon & Half Marathon holds a special place in my heart. It was my First (and only to date) full marathon in 2010, it’s my hometown and it’s an amazing course that showcases the BEST of what Miami has to offer.

It’s the run that’s the non-negotiable in my itinerary of runs, it’s a sure thing. This year I did the Half again, and it was humid, hot & thankfully overcast. But the reward at the end was pretty cool, a beautiful 10th Anniversary spinning medal. 

But I did it! With my friends.  I don’t run with headsets, I don’t need a play list, I have my friends that I run with… I actually talk to them and we laugh, we bitch, we run!!! When I started cramping at mile 10, they slowed down, they stayed with me.

Sometimes it takes a village for someone to achieve, and add to their collection of race bling!!! Thank you…

Why I run…

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With the ING Miami Half marathon 2 days away, I wanted to share why I run. (This was first posted on the Wellness Blog at work in October of 2010, but it still holds true)

 I’ve always enjoyed working out, but I had never really run, even though I enjoyed cycling and had done the MS 150 bike ride (150 mile bike ride from Miami to Key Largo) about several times. I had always had in my ‘Bucket List’ to run a marathon and I figured that ‘one day’ I would do one. I also figured if I can ride 75+ miles in one day then I could do a marathon without a problem. 

 Then around June of 2009 I was talking to my Aunt Lili, who a year before had been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. In the course of the conversation she said that one thing she always wanted to do was run a marathon, but that now, she knew that she would never be able to. So I told her that I would run it for her.

 Without thinking about it I volunteered to run a full marathon, 26.2 miles, for her. So I had to figure out how, so I signed up for marathon training at Footworks. Week after week, after all of my trainings I would call her and tell her of the miles I had run. After every conversation, she would say “Loren, you’re CRAZY!!!”. I told her that she had to be waiting for me at the end of the marathon, she had to hold up her end of the bargain. I would run it for her, she had to cheer me on. So on January 31st, 2010; as I turned into the finish chute at the ING Miami Marathon, the first face I saw was my Aunt Lili’s! She had heard my name announced and was cheering me on.  She held on to her deal with me. I had pushed on the final miles of that marathon with what felt was concrete attached to my legs. But it was her beautiful smiling face that greeted me. 

Sadly on subsequent races, I won’t see my Aunt Lili’s smiling face, she passed away September 28th, 2010. She never had her ‘one day’, but I  did. I know that not everyone will do a marathon, I read somewhere that only 1% of the population will ever complete a full marathon.  And a marathon is not for everyone. But I’ve taken a liking to running, now I’m actually a group leader with Footworks Fitness 101 group. It’s great to be able to inspire other folks to get out there and do something. I know that I’ll never win a race, I’m happy with my 13-14 minute miles. When anyone asks me what my time is, my answer is “I finished!”. 

 As I run and meet new people, I’ve discovered that everyone has a story. Everyone has a reason why they run.  

What’s your story???

If you’re so inclined after reading this… Feel free to donate to The Preston Robert Tisch Brain Tumor Center at Duke (In Memory of Lili Valladares)

http://www.cancer.duke.edu/btc/modules/waystohelp10/index.php?id=2

Someone called me Fat…

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Last Saturday as I was doing my last long run before the ING Miami Half Marathon, someone called me fat.  FAT, not PHAT, meaning cool and great. Some guy (looked homeless) on a bike shouted out to me that I was fat, and I should just keep running & running to lose the weight.  **(Stay tuned next week for the blog post of why I run)

Yes I do have a mirror, but I didn’t consider myself fat.  I always thought of myself as voluptuous and statuesque.  Usually things like this don’t really bother me, but for some reason, this just hit me and I’m not going to lie, it hurt. As I finished my run on Saturday I thought to myself, we live in such a society that if you’re not a size 2 through maybe 6, you’re outside of the realm of ‘hotness’.  Then the brain flash that I had was I was born several centuries too late, in the 15th Century I would’ve been considered HOT and maybe even have modeled for Botticelli.

The battle of the bulge is not for the faint of heart. It really isn’t.  If you’ve never battled it you have no idea what its like.  The thing is I’m very fit, I’m just not thin.  I run marathons, I do triathlons, and I’m open to try anything athletic at least once.  But I’m not thin…  I recently started keeping a food diary (myfitness pal – android & iphone app), and let me tell you, once you start keeping track of what you eat you realize a lot of things about your eating habits.  I’m not going to lie, I’m not the healthiest of eaters.  But I have to work with what will work for me, which is eating what I like but just a lot less. I’m trying to listen to my body when it starts to tell me that it’s full, even though I sometimes ignore it. Growing up you were taught to eat everything on your plate, because the poor children in Africa were going hungry.  If I would’ve had left overs, how would they even have gotten to Africa? But now I know better. 

I usually don’t tell anyone I’m trying to lose weight.  Because then I get the ‘you shouldn’t eat that’, or ‘really you’re going to have 2nds?’.  I know that folks mean well, but it never settles well.

So far since the start of the new year I’m down 7lbs… Will I win the war? Who knows… But I’m working on this battle one day at a time.  So at least when some guy passes by me on a bike when I’m running he won’t call me fat.

New Year… New Possiblities…

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I haven’t waited for a new year like I have for 2012…

I just couldn’t wait for 2011 to be over and done with and a thing of the past.  For this last year wasn’t too kind to me.  But I did learn alot from 2011, for example, friends are an amazing source of strenght and power, they have an amazing powerful energy to keep you going.  I also learned to come to terms that just because I’m single, doesn’t mean I’m not absolutely fabulous, a man will NOT define me. 

Since this is my first post I have no idea where this blog will go… But I know it will go to fabulous places.  Since I run marathons and half-marathons, 2012 is the year I will travel for race bling* (*finishers medals in runners speak). First up will be NYC March 18…

Every where I go I know I will have some fabulous shoes for my journey… Still trying to figure out a name for this blog, so that means I’m taking suggestions…

So 2012 is full of New Possiblities… And I can’t wait!