Okay, let me travel back in time to Monday, the 4th. I’m bringing up the 4th because I received a crazy phone call that night while I was asleep.
The next morning, I did what I usually do when first waking up. I checked my phone for any missed calls or text messages. I had a missed call and voicemail from an unfamiliar number. I listened to the voicemail in a complete fog and heard something along the lines of “blah, blah, blah calling from the Dr. Phil Show blah, blah, blah…" To be sure that I wasn’t losing my mind, I listened to the message once more. "I’m not sure if this is the same Adrian that was on the Today Show…" I was a bit awestruck and started freaking out on the inside. I immediately thought, “oh my goodness…am I going to be offered the chance to be a guest on the Dr. Phil Show?!” It was the craziest feeling having heard such big news the very first thing in the morning! I got ready for work and couldn’t wait to tell my coworkers the exciting news! They were all thrilled! I jotted down the number and was more than eager to call them back during my lunch break. It was on my mind for the entire morning, which made the time pass by very slowly. I rushed to eat my lunch, then I went to a private area and made the phone call.
I told the woman my name and that I was returning her call from the night before. She was puzzled at first and questioned who I was. She had her “aha" moment and began to explain the reasoning behind the phone call. Dr. Phil was looking for woman who’ve lost a significant amount of weight, such as myself, and are now very attractive. The catch? Their current spouse or partner is having trouble handling the situation. She then asked me if this pertained to me. I assured her that my boyfriend, Sean, is very supportive and proud of me. She basically applauded me for my success and healthy relationship, but she closed the opportunity with an "unfortunately, we can’t move forward with this…" We said goodbye and ended the call on a very awkward note. The conversation was quick and to the point, but it was enough to leave me with a negative aura. Some people were like, "you should have just lied!" Why? To get a free trip to L.A.? No.
A trip to L.A. isn’t worth making Sean look like an insecure jerk in front of America.
I was very taken back by the entire thing. It was just a strange phone call. Naturally, I got my hopes up, but I was also let down very quickly. Oh well. I mean, it’s still pretty cool to even receive these types of calls in the first place, but it would’ve been even cooler to be able to go to Los Angeles, California. I was born in southern California, so I’d absolutely LOVE to be able to go back some day. I’m sure if I ever have the chance, I’d never want to leave again! One of my biggest dreams is to be able to take my mom to California for a week long vacation before it’s too late. She was born and raised there, and she misses it terribly. I don’t blame her. I’d miss it too. Someday…
The day after my comeback race, Sunday the 9th, I kicked off week 3 of P90X with Chest & Back / Ab Ripper. I still despise pushups.
I feel your pain Mr. Potato Head.
For some reason, I’m not seeing much improvement in that category, but it’s still the beginning. I’ll be the first to admit that I struggle the entire time during this DVD, but I still get the job done. And out of all of the DVDs so far, this is the only one that I don’t really enjoy. So I simply “do my best and forget the rest,” and move on. And I know I’ve said it before, but I truly can’t believe how dedicated I’ve been. I used to lose interest in DVD workouts pretty much as soon as I’d hit the play button, plus I’m also training for a half marathon. Double whammy.
I was a little antsy on Monday because it’s Plyometrics day. I love plyometrics, and it’s really beneficial for runners. But being that I just raced hard 2 days prior, I was worried that it was going to be horrific or perhaps cause an injury of sorts. I ended up feeling great! My heart rate wasn’t as high as it typically gets during plyo, but that surely didn’t keep me from sweating cats and dogs the entire time. If I can recommended any one of the P90X DVDs as a means of cross training, it’s this one.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are double days for me - P90X before work and a run after work. It’s pretty intense, especially considering the mere fact that I’m also on my feet for more than 8 hours between these sessions. Tuesday, the 12th was going to be my first run since the March Mad Dash. Here’s my recap posted that day: I definitely expected this run to be a total disaster after racing hard on Saturday. I was also pretty exhausted from broken up sleep last night (stupid bladder). I almost made the decision to skip this run and push it off until tomorrow. That’s how barf-tastic I felt - body and mind. Still, I decided to lace up my shoes, give it a whirl, and see how I felt after the 1st mile. Around the 1st half mile, my left calf muscle began stiffening up. I decided to take off my knee strap and the stiffness subsided a lot - weird. This was my 1st outdoor run sans knee strap, and the decision was made on a complete whim! I didn’t have any discomfort around my knee for the entire run! And considering that I just raced (a 10 miler to boot), I was surprised. My “recovery” run ended up being better than a shuffle (9:34 average pace), and I somehow managed to pull off consistent negative splits! Woo! I’m so glad that I decided to get out there!
Thursday morning, P90X: Legs & Back / Ab Ripper was on the agenda - another awesome workout. That evening, I planned on running 6 miles, but not everything goes quite as planned. Here’s my recap posted that day: The weather outside was chilly and very windy, but the sunshine set all of these problems aside or at least made these factors more tolerable.
The sun has been hibernating for much too long! I definitely surprised myself with my pace - I think my speed is slowly coming back. (That kind of sounds like an oxymoron.) This was supposed to be a 6 mile run, but upon turning around on the bike trail and making my way back to Lysle Blvd, the railroad crossing bars were down. This always seems to happen to me, so I figured that I’d do what I typically have to do…wait out the train for several minutes. When I took another glance, I then realized that the train was PARKED. It was on a complete standstill. “What the heck am I supposed to do now,” I thought? I looked to my left and saw a ridiculously curved bridge in the far distance that was recently constructed to give any passing trains necessary clearance as well as offering a means of exit for trapped cars/pedestrians on the opposite side - such as myself. I had to backtrack in order to get to the bridge, but I didn’t really have any other choice. I wasn’t going to stand there all night trying to concoct some train dance in a pathetic attempt to make the train move.
It felt like it took an eternity to reach the bridge, and after crossing the bridge, I had to essentially run back to where I 1st started when I realized my predicament. Only this time, I was on the opposite side of the train - YOU DON’T SAY? I was finally able to head home after unintentionally adding over 1 mile to my run. It’s a good thing that I was feeling tip top! Talk about an intense day. Over 1 hour of P90X in the morning, and a 7.2 mile run after being on my feet for over 8 hours at work. My beast mode switch was definitely on!
Mile 1: 9:18
Mile 2: 8:59 <—-1st sub-9 minute mile in a training run since the fall!
Mile 3: 9:08
Mile 4: 9:05
Mile 5: 9:10
Mile 6: 9:21
Mile 7: 9:38 <—- Cool down.
Mile .20: 1:51 (9:15 pace)
Saturday, I learned that extra sleep can cure anything. Here’s my recap posted that day: Originally, I was supposed to lead the 8 mile, 10 minute pace group downtown with the SCRR, but when my alarm clock went off this morning, I was less than eager to get out of bed. I didn’t feel rested at all. My sleep has been chip-choppity all week long, so I decided to try and catch another couple of hours of sleep. Best decision ever, but unfortunately, this meant that I wasn’t going to make it to the group run after all. :( Sorry guys…
When I woke up a little whiles later, I felt a lot better. The extra sleep was just what I needed. I decided to head to the Waterfront in Homestead to run on the trail there. The temperature was cold, but not holy-crap-I-can’t-feel-my-body cold. I actually warmed up rather quickly. I planned to run 2 miles out and back in one direction and 2 miles out and back in the other direction. But during the 2nd round of out and backs, I was feeling exceptionally good and decided to shoot for 10 miles instead of 8.
Sweet, sweet double digits.
The verdict? This was an awesome run! I saw so many other runners, including a married couple that I personally know! :) Small world! Plus, I ran with myself. What I really mean is, that I was completely in-tune with my mind, body, and spirit. I ditched the music and ran to the beat of my own methodic breath and the sound of my cadence - my own metronome. It’s definitely nice every now and then and made for a very enjoyable time. I could’ve done without the headwind though.
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