Let’s start at the very beginning…

This whole thing started after I complained to my doctor that nothing was working to help meΒ lose weight. She suggested I keep a journal about what I was trying and what my results were. She also suggested to keep track of the “self-talk” I use when exercising.

Running became my torture of choice. I hate running. Why did I choose it? Heck if I know. I kept track of whatever crossed my mind and subjected all of my friends on Facebook to my “self-talk”. I figured if I was going down, I might as well take everyone with me.

After numerous requests to put all of my posts in one place, I decided to create a blog.

You’re welcome.

If you’re new and haven’t read any of my Runner’s Logs, enter at your own risk. These pages include all of the original Facebook posts and will continue on with the new ones as I write them. Life is busy so I’m trying to keep it to at least one a week.

Just a heads up. There is a noticeable gap in posts. I broke my toe in December 2016 and couldn’t do much until February 2017. My body liked that break so much it rewarded me with extra padding. Yeah…..

P.S. I still hate running but, dang it, it does a body good.

Runner’s Log: All Guts, No Glory.

Runner’s Log 6/7/2017

πŸ‘Ÿ  Me two years ago, “I’m going run so I can be healthy and lose weight.”

πŸ‘Ÿ Me now, ” Well, I’ve already eaten half the bag of animal crackers, I might as well finish it off.”

πŸ‘Ÿ You don’t know fear until the moment when you’re 1.5 miles from home, surrounded by forest, and you smell skunk VERY strongly.

πŸ‘Ÿ Dear Mr. Chipmunk,

I’m so very sorry for almost stepping on you and then almost kicking you. You ran out in front of me and I thought you were a skunk – a very tiny chipmunk-looking skunk.

Sincerely,

Becky

πŸ‘Ÿ Oh. Would you look at that. It’s the return of elbow-crease-sweat.

πŸ‘Ÿ To the couple from Iowa who happened to drive by while I was dance/running to “It Takes Two” by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock, the evening’s entertainment was on me. You’re welcome. P.S. Now, whenever I hear that song, Ryan Reynolds’s rendition is floating in the background. Name that movie.

πŸ‘Ÿ I am now running through a fog of dandelion fluff. I can practically hear my allergies say, “Party tonight! We’re not stopping until the all air flow is plugged and eyes have reached full-itchyness capacity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

πŸ‘Ÿ Finally out of the fluffy fog. Deep inhale for some air. Nevermind. Not out of it yet as I am currently choking on dandelion fluff.

πŸ‘Ÿ You know what’s worse than choking on dandelion fluff? Coughing, sucking in air, inhaling a bug, and having another bug smash itself on your face. I immediately thought, “Well, he won’t have the guts to do that again.” And then I laughed the rest of the way home.

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Runner’s Log: Spit Happens

Runner’s Log 5/29/2017

πŸ‘Ÿ First time runningΒ outside since being attacked by the scourge of mosquitos. The treadmill is getting boring.

πŸ‘Ÿ I showered in bug spray, so hopefully things go a bit better this time around. (I also kissed a horseshoe, crossed my fingers, wished on a fallen eyelash, and said a prayer. One can never be too cautious.)

πŸ‘Ÿ Β Good news! It’s windy, so that should keep the bugs away.

πŸ‘Ÿ Never mind. Apparently, black gnats and Mayflies (I think that’s what they were) like the wind.

πŸ‘Ÿ Β Reminder #1 – don’t mouth breathe when there are bugs flying around.

πŸ‘Ÿ Reminder #2 – don’t spit against the wind. I know this one should be obvious, but I have the tendency to forget common sense things while trying to expunge insects from mouth and teeth.

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πŸ‘Ÿ How many grams of protein do you suppose black gnatsΒ count for?

πŸ‘Ÿ Reminder #3 – don’t pick out a wedgie until AFTER you’ve looked to see if anyone is around. Side note: sorry, person weeding your garden. I didn’t see you there.

πŸ‘Ÿ Β Hmmm…it just got windier and darker. Those clouds look a little bit ominous…and oddly familiar.

πŸ‘Ÿ Β “The Nothing is coming!” That’s what they look like. (What movie is that from? Answer it correctly and we can be friends forever. Answer incorrectly and you’re on friendship probation.)

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πŸ‘Ÿ Β This wind is ridiculous. I feel like Al Roker during that hurricane where the camera dude had to hold onto his legs to keep him from flying away.

πŸ‘Ÿ I made it home safe and bite-free. However, my bug spray shower (and possibly help from the combination of the horseshoe, crossed fingers, eyelash, and prayer) turned me into a human version of a bug zapper.

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πŸ‘Ÿ Β I suppose the gleaming white of my legsΒ acted as a tractor beam. Don’t be jealous. You know you wish you glowed in the dark too.

 

Runner’s log: An Introspection

Runner’s Log 5/16/2017

πŸ‘Ÿ When I was younger and grabbed the just cooked pan of mac n cheese and carried it to the living room so I wouldn’t miss the tv show that was playing and set the pan on the carpet thereby melting a circle in the carpet – not the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.

πŸ‘Ÿ When it was sooooooo hot in the AZ summers that I would swim/wade in the irrigated fields with dead frogs bloated and floating by – not the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.

πŸ‘Ÿ When I was in college and ate a full size bag of Funyuns and a liter of Hawaiian Punch – still not the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.

πŸ‘Ÿ Deciding to run home from the school and take the Mountain Bay trail (in order to avoid the devil dog that resides on the road close to my house) on a hot, humid day after rain – THAT was the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.

Let me break it down:

πŸ‘Ÿ I wanted to get my run in but needed to avoid the vicious hellhound who attacked me last time.

πŸ‘Ÿ A friend told me she takes the Mountain Bay trail all the time and it’s beautiful.

πŸ‘Ÿ A half mile into the trail (1.5-2 miles into my run) I discovered my fear of wild animals was unnecessary.

πŸ‘Ÿ Swarms…flocks…herds…PLAGUE of mosquitoes attacked me. There was nothing else to do but RUN FASTER. Sidenote: A group of mosquitoes is in fact aptly named a “scourge”.

πŸ‘Ÿ The whole time all I could think was “Arizona wouldn’t do this to me.”

πŸ‘Ÿ I could see the light at the end of the trail signifying the connection to the road but I just couldn’t get to it. Light at the end of the tunnel. Pfft. I call BS on the hope that brings.

πŸ‘Ÿ Mosquitoes got so bad I picked up a fallen pine tree branch and fanned my back while I ran. Sidenote: It’s times like these that make me wonder if I am, in fact, a cartoon.

πŸ‘Ÿ I FINALLY got off the trail and made excellent time getting home. Once there I had my daughter look at my shoulders, back, and back of my legs. Her hissing intake of breath said everything that needed to be said.Β Shoulders? Covered in bites. Back of my legs (including cheeks – you know which ones)? Covered in bites. I now resemble Quasimodo’s cousin.

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πŸ‘Ÿ The truly unfair thing about all of this is that I didn’t lose any weight from all the blood loss.

πŸ‘Ÿ P.S. Please don’t feel the need to tell me to use bug spray next time because:

A. Duh.

C.Β I don’t think there is a bug spray strong enough to protect anyone from that scourge – maybe an bug zapper suit…

5. There’s not going to be a next time.

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Runner’s Log: I’m sorry I didn’t wear pants

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5/7/2017

πŸ‘Ÿ I woke up this morning and thought, “Hey. Let’s walk home from church today.”

πŸ‘Ÿ Sometimes my randomness worries even me.

πŸ‘Ÿ I prepared and brought clothes to change into; however, I wished I had grabbed leggings instead of shorts.

πŸ‘Ÿ I’d like to take this moment to apologize for all of you who were momentarily blinded by my luminous, bright, white legs. Seriously. My legs have not seen sunlight for about 8 months.

πŸ‘Ÿ I’d also like to thank everyone who was afraid I was lost or confused and stopped to check on me. I always look lost and confused. It’s kinda my thing. Note to self: next time wait for everyone to leave church before walking home.

πŸ‘Ÿ Β I totally get why my cat sprawls on the back of my couch by the living room window. Sunshine. It’s freaking amazing. I wonder if she’d share her spot…

πŸ‘Ÿ Could totally do without this wind. I used a lot of hairspray in my hair so at the moment it’s like I’m wearing a helmet that is shifting with each gust.

πŸ‘Ÿ I’ve come to the realization. I hate running but I love walking.

πŸ‘Ÿ When I was young, I walked all over the place: my grandma’s house (3 miles), Daley Estates (? miles), EA Pool (4 miles). Sometimes, I walked on the road. Other times, I walked the canal roads – usually barefoot. Most likely this is the first time either of my parents have realized this. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

πŸ‘Ÿ So, I spot a bird egg shell under a tree. It’s just half of a shell – no goop. That means the baby birdie made it, right? It just kicked the shell off the branch during it’s triumphant entry to the world. Please feel free to lie to me. The only answer I will accept is, yes, the birdie is alive and kickin’. (I promise it’s not part of a plastic Easter egg. I checked.)

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πŸ‘Ÿ In all my preparations and enjoyment of the sun, I may have neglected one thing – sunblock. I always have some on my face but not the rest of me. Thus begins my awesome summer FitBit line. It’s not much but it’s all I usually get.

 

Runner’s Log: Ruff Times

4/19/17

πŸ‘Ÿ  It’s still so cold.

πŸ‘Ÿ  Jacket βœ”️ Headwrap βœ”️ Neck gator βœ”️  Sense of style out the window βœ”️

πŸ‘Ÿ  With my lack of energy, I’m pretty sure I’m running slow enough to be an extra on The Walking Dead. Actually, I don’t know how accurate that is. I’ve never watch TWD.

πŸ‘Ÿ  Yeah, yeah, save your shock. Something about creatures eating brains prevents me from watching. Plus, even with their skin problems, the zombies are still more tan than I am.

πŸ‘Ÿ  Well crap. That is a dog. A VERY big dog and it is barking and growling like I resemble his next meal. I think I now know what the Hounds of Hell sound like.

πŸ‘Ÿ  Seriously though…do I run faster? Someone once told me they can smell fear and it brings out their instinct to attack. If that is the case, I’m FREAKING SCREWED.

πŸ‘Ÿ  Ok. So here’s how it played out – it came running at me and instead of doing what I always thought I would – RUN AS FAST AS I CAN – I turned around and started yelling at the dog. Yes, I had a yelling match with Cujo.

πŸ‘Ÿ  I just stuck my finger in Cujo’s face while yelling and it actually cowered and backed down. I’ll be damned. Now, I just need to wait for my heart to move back from my throat to my chest.

πŸ‘Ÿ  I know everyone else sees dogs like this:

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πŸ‘Ÿ  But when I run, I see dogs like this:

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Runner’s Log: Rest Day WalkΒ 

Runner’s Log: Rest Day Walk

4/16/2017

πŸ‘Ÿ Shoot. Forgot my headphones.

πŸ‘Ÿ I did remember my head wrap to cover my ears. They’re kinda sissies. (Like the rest of me.) Can’t handle the wind.

πŸ‘Ÿ The cows in the field next to me have followed me, like the entire herd, for the length of their pasture. Do they see me as their leader? I don’t know how I feel about that.

πŸ‘Ÿ Green grass all over the place! This is NOT drill, people. That makes me so happy.

πŸ‘Ÿ The sun is casting my shadow on the hill next to me. Is that really what I look like from the side? If so, how much would a tummy tuck run me?

πŸ‘Ÿ Ok. I just Googled it and the average tuck costs about $8k. Nevermind. I can buy a lot for that much. (And by a lot I mean donuts which pretty much is the root of the problem…)

TπŸ‘Ÿ Either I just stepped over the biggest worm ever or snakes are already roaming. #springproblems

πŸ‘Ÿ I do have to say I had the best soundtrack playing throughout my walk and I didn’t even need my headphones. Though birds are such diva snobs. Apparently, they don’t like to be recorded. The frogs were loud and proud. Click the link to listen…

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Runner’s Log: Pollyannafied

Runner’s Log

4/14/2017

πŸ‘Ÿ I keep thinking that one day running will not suck. Apparently, today is not that day.

πŸ‘Ÿ I need to stop being so negative. It’s all about the positives, right? We’ll let’s see…

πŸ‘Ÿ I’m back to being able to run 4 miles without my toe feeling like it’s rebroken (at least for the most part).

πŸ‘Ÿ My spare tire is smaller than it was two months ago – from Michelin to Schwin.

πŸ‘Ÿ I’m almost back to where I was in December before the kamakazi-log-crushing-my-big-toe incident.

πŸ‘Ÿ Running on the treadmill doesn’t make my right knee feel like it’s going to throw a kneecap.

πŸ‘Ÿ Also, I get to watch movies if I run on the treadmill. Movies are my favorite. (Say it in Buddy the Elf’s voice – much more effective)

πŸ‘Ÿ Figuring out how many miles I need to run in order to eat a donut has really helped my math skills.

πŸ‘Ÿ Also, it’s taught me how to do without. I may not be able to get in enough miles to cover that donut I ate but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

πŸ‘Ÿ Even with all the positives, I can confidently say that I don’t think I will ever love running. It will always be something that’s undesirable but necessary – like scrubbing your toilet or being an adult.

πŸ‘Ÿ A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do – just don’t tell me to enjoy it.

*My awesome niece. I couldn’t have demonstrated a more accurate face if I tried.

*Photo credit: Auntie Jasmine

*Cuteness credit: Mommy (Jill)