Good, no one is reading this...

HA!

It has been so long since I have been posting on a regular basis that no one is reading my blog anymore.  Dose anyone even read blogs anymore?  I know that people read Speedo Steve and DC Rainmaker because they give away cool crap and post cute baby pics or have killer gear reviews.

But who cares about seeing pictures of a goofy greyhound or reading about some chick who is a middle of the pack runner/triathlete/mom?  NO ONE.

That means I can write whatever I want on my blog now and no one is going to even look at it.  That is kind of cool.  It is almost liberating.  That means I can skip the spell check and no one would call me on the carpet for forgetting that the letter i, comes before e, except after the letter c.

Ok, so I started swinging the kettlebells around again.  I am weak.  Between the shoulder injury, not being able to run for several weeks, and a general lack of fitness I am sore and flabby.  It sucks.  But my goal is to loose those 5 lbs. that have crept back on my hips over the past three months.  To all of my friends who, if they would just lay off the alcohol for a few weeks, could drop ten pounds in one moon cycle...you suck.  I love you, but it kills me that all you would have to do is lay off the sauce and the weight melts off.  I have to increase my workouts to 90-180 minutes, 6 days a week, cut back on my portions and servings and I struggle to loose two pounds.  Oh yes, I heard you.  I know I look fine and that no one can tell I have gained weight.

But I know I have gained weight.  My clothes don't fit right or don't fit at all.  And I am slower than I was when I was 5-7 pounds lighter.  Running paces that were once easy are now challenging.  That sucks.  Really sucks.

I could blame hormones, the injury, or not working as much now teaching classes versus doing personal training.  But that would be a cop-out.  It boils down to just being lazy and unmotivated.

OK, here is the deal.  I have 8 weeks until I hop on an flight to go to Cozumel with one of my athletes that I have been coaching.  I have to be able to fit back into my favorite board shorts.  I have to eat better.  I have to stay away from the foods that screw up my system.  I have to stick to my training plan.  At that point I will be 8 weeks out from my marathon and by that time I had better be running better than I am now.

It is all out there.  Well, only for me.  No one else is reading this so the only person who is going to hold me accountable is me.  **GULP**  Ok, time to swing the kettlebells around again.

Later,

Liz

OMG, I'm posting!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I know.  It has been four months.  I'm sure you thought that I had written off this blog, no pun intended.  Maybe you thought that I had, oh I don't know, gone off and become a circus clown.  Now that would have been something to write about.  Most of my dealings have been rather dull.

Oh sure, there was that marathon PR in June that was only 2:08 off of a Boston Qualification.  Too bad I had to make several port-o-can stops.  And of course there has been life with Frankie.  If you follow me on FB, you have gotten to see more pictures of him than Prince Harry at the Las Vegas blow out.  And who can forget about the start of high school for The Banana?  There have been lots of exciting things happening in this neck of the woods.

There has also been a whole lot of pain, set backs, and discouragement.  I really did not want to write about that.  I did not want to write about going an entire year with out racing in a triathlon.  I did not want to write about injuries that kept me from training, water pouring out of my ceiling, or getting fat and slow.

No one wants to read about that stuff.  The reader delights in tales of adventure, love, and a fair bit of comedy.  All of those have been lacking, with some severity, over the past four months and even for the last year.

But now I am writing.  I ran 10 miles this morning.  It wasn't spectacular, but the pace was under 9:00 per mile and it is a starting point back to peak fitness in 16 weeks.  My shoulder is healing and I was able to do a strength training session on Friday without much soreness.  And, there is still someone out there who thinks I am amazing.  Even if I don't feel amazing, I'm going to take the advice of Billy Crystal's Fernando Lamas character: "It is better to look good than feel good."  So it is time for me to put my best face on, use a little smoke and mirrors, and possibly even wear some pink.

It is time to crawl out of the shadows.  Fake it until you make it.  "You look marvelous!"

Thank you, Fernando.