Consistency

The thing with consistently outlaying anything – be it this blog, a lady’s night, running, tweets, whatever – is that there will be times where it goes stronger than ever, and other times where it teeters on non-existent. I imagine marriage to be similar, but that’s another whole blog entry. Sometimes I will have ten to twenty comments on a blog post, and other times, none. But it all comes back to the fact that I love having an outlet for expression.

Same with the lady’s group I started back in July with the other girls.

Last night, we had “Ladies Who….Wii” night, and although the RSVP’s started strong – there were 12 people who were going to attend. By five o’clock yesterday afternoon, the numbers dwindled down to 3. Poor Jen who was hosting, she couldn’t help but feel it was indicative of how people felt towards her! Silly how we women think. It was just one of those days where people had other things come up in their lives…one’s moving this weekend and needed to finish moving boxes, another’s studying for a course, another one had a birthday party that was scheduled last minute, etc.

At first, I was disappointed because I had been working my ass off to get my novel finished by yesterday night. I worked until midnight every single evening this week, and stressed both Jock and myself out by running to the printer’s last minute yesterday. I found the cheapest guy in town, but with 225 pages and 7 copies – it still came to £47. I still have at least twenty pages left to write for the ending, but I figured I could email them those pages. At least the rest of the book was up to snuff to show off.

I handed out two copies, and the rest are still sitting in a box. But would I have worked as hard the last couple of weeks had I not had a due date? Probably not. Would I still be slowly peddling through the editing process, checking my email every five minutes? Yeah. Did this teach me how much I love getting lost in my work for hours at a time, and the biggest reward is when the time passes without you knowing? Definitely. Did I ever feel this way about acting? Nope. Do I regret giving up acting? Not right now. Will I go back to it? Yeah, probably. Performing is in me.

Nevertheless, the three of us who were there had a really amazing time chatting, playing Wii (Jen kicked my ass in bowling and tennis, but I literally punched her lights out in boxing. Yeh!). And my BMI is 22…I’m the least likely to get sick.

Having the time to consistently work towards a goal is the best gift that England and Jock have given me. And, if people don’t show up every once in a while, my knee decides to stop my running for a bit, or my readership dwindles on my blog, I’ll still make the best of it. I’ll still keep asking the universe for shit. And, as my wise sister says re: the universe and asking for stuff: “I ask for lots of things. We have an ongoing dialogue and it never ceases to make me laugh at the answers it gives. Trusting in that is the most rewarding and hardest life lesson.”

Workout DVDs Killed the Gym Star

This whole New Year’s resolution to challenge myself even more with workouts has finally taken off. I am now truly a Lady who Lunches because surely all ladies who lunch buy themselves workout DVDs! Yes, it’s true. I have succumb to the good housewife’s saving grace of the workout DVD.

Which ones did I buy after careful research you may ask?

Davina McCall’s Davina Fit DVD AND Pilates Weight Loss Workout for Dummies . Amazon, always the cheapest option, will be shipping it the house in the next few days. I feel very sorry for my new downstairs neighbors who will have to endure my jumping about left and right. Gotta make a sweat, right!

To be fair, it is cheaper than a gym membership. It adds to my running twice or thrice a week, and I can sport my newly bought (by my mother) lycra in the privacy of my own living room. Viva la lycratech! If only I had this outfit!

(UPDATE: After forking out £18 for the two DVDs, I have come upon this FREE website that delivers full length workout videos. DOH!)

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First off – I did it! I finished my first half marathon! fist pump in air Woo WOO WOOOOOO!

It may have taken me three tries, but hey – third time’s a charm, right?! Third country, third marathon and I came under my goal of 1 hour 57 minutes.

Learn from my mistakes and train!

1st attempt: Medoc, France 2007 – attempted full marathon.  No training whatsoever (i.e. length of driveway furthest mileage I tackled), danced and partied night before in high heels. SILLY. Plus, dressed as a playboy bunny – not sure if that helped or hurt me.  Got to the 13 kilometer mark (about 8 miles). Limp, stumble, pain through left knee. Bunny down! Bunny DOWN!!!!

No more walking, let alone running. Yeah, you might say - DUHHHH! Of course that happened.  But, marathon was just a word to me before that experience. 26.2 miles just did not register in any type of logic whatsoever.

2nd attempt: Los Angeles, California 2008 – attempted half marathon.  Seven weeks of runner’s training (6 months of weight training before that…not the same). 8 mile marker and again, my knee let out an excruciating yelp and I could again, barely walk. I did finish. I did. But I walked for most of the 5 miles that were left and finished in about 4 hours?

(As for this video – quite embarrassing – no makeup, guy passing by farting, early morning. Not a good combo. But, it’s all I got from the day, and well, nothing like showing off to the worldwide web.)

3rd attempt: Cardiff, Wales 2009 – Never trained so slowly and for so long in my life. 26 weeks of slowly building up endurance, speed and strength. Twas frustrating at times – I always wanted to run further. Twas painful at times – well, let’s be honest, the first 16 weeks it hurt every time I ran. EVERY SINGLE TIME.

And, it was annoying other times – sometimes I just wanted to relax and not have to think about running. But then, one day, the pain went away, my speed got so much quicker, and I actually really started enjoying it.  7 miles was no big deal to get out of bed and do.

(Plus, my coach was pretty much an expert and, even though it was slightly irritating that he knew so much about running – I couldn’t have done it without him. I mean, maybe I would have – but it would have taken my fifth try instead of my third. Thanks Jocko for putting up with me! I was a bitch at times…)

The morning was freezing, and legs were tight. 11,000 runners entered, and 8,811 people ended up running.

Pace started off a bit too quickly. Goal was to get 9 minute miles, and we were doing 8 minute 20 second miles for first two miles. Slowed it right down to a ten minute mile (which I got a bit uptight about when Jock told me – I was aiming for 9 minutes! – he assured me it would be fine). Sure enough, we found our pace and stuck to it.

8 mile marker stared me in the face. I winced as I passed half expecting to tumble to the ground and cry out – Damn you eight miles. Curses to you and your mileage! and cry and cry.

Miracle. No crying, no tumbling, no pain. Not too much longer after that – well, 45 minutes later, and I passed the finish line!Cardiff Half Marathon

My goal was 1 hour 57 minutes, and I beat it by 44 seconds! That’s 8 minute, 52 second miles. (And, not that I was competing with anyone else – because I wasn’t, I just wanted to finish – but well, my rank was 4236. That means I was better than more than half of the people there!!! Heh heh. Take that you knee!)

Tick that one off the list, and now to nurse those tight calves. Walking down the stairs truly is the most painful.

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I rewrote this entry about five times. I try to make these entries shorter, I do. But sometimes they just have a mind of their own. So, I do apologize for my logorrhea – i.e. diarrhea of the mouth. Hope you enjoy them, and I will stop writing now. At this moment. After I finish this sentence and upload a video.

OK, I’m done. Bye bye for now. Toodle Pip, as they say.