Fit and in Fashion

Done. Done. Done.   

No A.P. tests left.  For a whole year.

Now I can curse College Board for usurping my money via SAT and ACT tests.

Darn this costly first world education.  

Hey, sexy young thangs!   

So it’s been a little while since I’ve been on here.  I’ve had extremely stressful past few months (preparing for AP exams, gearing up for college prep, track etc.), and with one AP exam left, I’m ready to focus on getting back on track.  

Track is now over, and for that I am SO elated.  The sprinting coach turned rude part-time distance coach was not my favorite.  He separated our team based on speed, and us slow kids did not get to do real workouts.  As a result, I started doing extra running at home. And because of my OWN doing, I PRed for the first time in a year with a 6:48 mile.

Last week I had THREE AP exams (two on the same day), and I feel like a load has been lifted off my shoulders.  AP Chemistry, was, well difficult.  But Stat and Lang went well.  

So I’m going to try to make this blog more personal, and I would LOVE for some feedback.  

Also, I’m searching for an “accountability” partner - someone I can have to hold me accountable (and vice versa) for what I eat and exercise as well as get to know.  Message me if interested!

-xoxox Megg

Hey Tumblbutts (aren’t I great with nicknames?)!  I’m sorry I haven’t been around this past week - I’ve been on vacation!  But now I’m back, and ready to once again get back on track!

A year ago, I loved to run. I was slow, but improving. Running was an escape I embraced and anticipated each day.  Then it lost its luster.  I had bad race after bad race, awful run after awful run.  I continued, lugging my body lethargically. The once fluid and natural motion was uncomfortable and awkward.

This trend faltered during the end XC season, where after overcoming several issues in my running I was finally seeing purpose.  But nothing improved during the indoor months.  I hurt my hip, took some time off, and hen started outdoor.  My compassionate distance track coach was replaced with arrogance and cold. My passion was extinguished.

But, today, I caught a glimpse of what I love.  The moment I stepped outside, the rain turned to snow.  The cold was invigorating and refreshing.  My eyes had to quint for visibility.  Each flake stung and kissed my body as I powered through.The wet flakes stuck in to my tangled hair and drenched my sweatshirt. I continued. My run was not my fastest;  It just felt awesome.  

When you’re about to finish The Great Gatsbyand your English teacher spoils the ending. 

Today at track we had an 800 time trial.  I ran slower than the first 800 of my mile time trial.  

I’ve had an issue that had been rather sporadic since XC season.  When I race or sometimes hard workouts, my breathing become increasingly labored.  During XC I had to drop out a few races due to this.  THIS IS NOT REGULAR BREATHING, EVEN FOR RACES.  I know what a good race feels like.  I know how my lungs should feel.  When this happens, My body seems to go numb, and I can hardly move it.  If my breathing gets nay worse, I start having to hold my breath.  It will not go away.

I’ve gone to the doctor, and it is not exercise induced asthma.  It leaves my lungs wheezy for several hours.  

If you have any idea what is going on with me or what I should do or more questions let me know!

PLEASE HELP!

Please wish me luck!

I’m freaking out!  I have my time trial today, and if I don’t do well, I can’t run in the meet.

AHH!

Track is no longer fun.  Thanks, Coach.

I do take it seriously, I do try  - even if I am slow!

My ability does not reflect my heart.  I can’t make the time you want.  I want to make , butit I need to have more time to work towards this goal. To you, just because I am talentless means I don’t matter.

 Me and the other ‘slow’ people are shoved into a corner of the track away from our team of fellow distance runners to be forgotten, to be unseen.  You want us to quit.  You want be right, to have the satisfaction of thinking, and then of knowing, we are not good enough.

Yes, a lot of us are the heartless ‘slackers’.  But I am not. I put my full effort forth, and then some. I want to improve. I do care. I CARE.  My training does not deserve negligence on the part of someone else. 

If I don’t run pretty darn close to my PR tomorrow, I can’t run in the meet (a meet where everyone gets to run!).  I have passion, but if I can’t race, where will I find my purpose?

Which means no quizzes. Praise the Lord.

Which means personal mental health (aka tumblr) day.

I can sleep. I can rest.  I don’t have to think while sick.  Yes, yes, yes!

But on the other hand no track practice. Booooo I’ll have to workout at home or at the gym.  

Food:

Breakfast - Pumpkin Smoothie (1 cup skim milk, 1/3 cup canned pumpkin, pudding mix (ran out of yogurt), 1/2 a banana, cinnamon, ice), 2 cups of coffee with about 1/3 cup of skim milk in each

Lunch - Veggie Burger Pita, apple, grapes 

Dinner - 1/3 cup rice, cauliflower, veggie burger, all topped with Parmesan cheese, ketchup (don’t judge - it ads flavor!), and some salsa

Snacks - several bites of peanut butter,  additional cup of coffee

Exercise:

.5 mile warmup

Additional 10 minutes warmup

25 minutes E pace with 1 minute bursts following every fourth minute

Core

So far my week has been awful. I’m sick. I did badly on a couple of tests.  I didn’t get into a summer program I applied to.

But life will continue, regardless of how upset I am.  Thus, will continue with my head held high, as I cannot be resilient if life leaves me in the dust.