Oh hi! How have you been? I’ve been….busy.
The holidays have been amazing. Lots of delicious food, family time in Seattle and WEDDING DRESS SHOPPING! Can’t even tell you how fun it is to shop for a wedding dress as a fit person. Subject for a future post, I promise.
No, I really promise. 3x a week blogging schedule in 2013. It’s happening. Pinkie swear!
I realize I’m a day late and several dollars short recapping 2012 but I can’t let it go undocumented. This was a truly monumental year in my life. I discovered physical and emotional strength that I had no idea was in there.
* I Learned to Run
…..and it changed my life.
Who in the HELL is that woman? Not the woman who started 2012, that’s for sure.
I’ve spent the better part of the morning trying to write this paragraph. When I began the couch to 5k in February, my running intervals were around a 10 minute mile. I was neon pink and puffing at the end of each interval but I felt more alive than ever. I was awake. I started to push myself to go a liiiiiiittle bit faster in the last interval. A liiiiiiiiittle bit harder up the hill. I learned to push. I accepted and even welcomed discomfort.
One day, I woke up and was ready to run a race. It was f*cking awesome. I ran into a couple of good friends there so the pre-race excitement was off the charts. The sea of bobbing heads in front of me when the race began is one of my best memories of all time. I was swept up in the race energy and ran 5k without stopping for the first time ever!
The FINISH LINE. My new favorite place on earth.
I was hooked. So hooked that three days later, I took a huge leap of faith and registered for a half marathon. To be run on my 30th birthday! I spent the next 4.5 months slathering sunscreen on myself, foam rolling, running, and exceeding the sh*t out of my expectations. Double digit runs? Wikiwhaaaaa? I completed my first half marathon. It was hard. It was totally worth it.
During this process I became a runner. I know many people who run much faster than me and are reluctant to refer to themselves that way. I have no problem with it. From the moment I arrived at that first race, my identity expanded to include “runner.” I found myself reading every book/blog/training plan I could find, plotting workouts, talking about running, writing about running, running about running. I was a runner.
Here are the stats:
* I Got Strong, Courtesy of The Dailey Method
I was scared to return to Dailey Method. I had gone in early 2011 and though it was clearly effective, it was very embarrassing and frustrating. I was heavier and that was challenging but it was really my negative feelings that held me back. This year, I had some mojo building from running, weight loss, and regular yoga practice. The first class back was nearly better than my best classes in 2011. I was ready to get strong. And I really, really did. In April, I joined the trade staff and continued to regularly attend classes as my primary form of cross-training. It absolutely transformed my body but more importantly, made me feel like a strong, sexy, fit beast. It also kept my completely free of injury by strengthening and stretching my running muscles.
Happy girl in her happy place
My TDM improvement is a bit harder to quantify than running but I’m still a stat girl. According to my records, I attended 109 classes. Booyah.
Blogs have been a huge source of inspiration over the last year. I absolutely love marathon recaps and they introduced the possibility of racing into my consciousness. A number of the ass-kicking ladies I read are triathletes. Reading about speedy marathons are amazing and motivating but nothing blows my mind like triathlon. It’s just so badass! I started to maybe, kinda, wonder what that might be like.
#TriFri (Triathlon Friday) began with stationary cycling at the gym. I pedaled like a maniac, sweating my balls off. LOVED IT. As I walked from the bike to the treadmill, I looked at the pool. Baby steps.
I grew up swimming during the summer and on vacations but never in an organized fashion. Like with strokes. So I bought a suit, goggles, and swim cap and spent the next several months working up the nerve to look like a fool in the pool. Once I finally did, I loved it. TriFri was officially on!
One more major obstacle: I’ve never ridden a bike. Pretty scared to do it. Scared of looking like a fool and also scared of maybe killing a child. So I went to the beach and my breezy, Sonja, helped me ride!
It was scary and fun and awesome. I spent the next 6 months pondering getting a bike of my own. Then I did.
THIS IS MY FRIEND, THE BIKE.
So, in summation:
*I worked from running 30 seconds to 13.64 miles!
* I ran 5 races!
* I learned to swim freestyle (in progress)!
* I learned how to ride a bike (in progress)!
* I built a 6-pack and some serious Michelle Obama arms. Sorry for the straight-up brag but……not sorry.
* I also broke off my engagement, moved into an apartment, realized four days later that my fiancé was the love of my life, we repaired our relationship, I moved back in, and couldn’t be happier! And I did the NATS (National Association of Teachers of Singing) intern program which was super challenging and scary and amazing. Oh, and I went to Hong Kong and Disneyland (twice!) Yeah, 2012 was a big one…
* I changed my life. I did infinity things that were scary. I became strong.
Best. Year. Ever.