Friday, May 26, 2017

Sweet Sore Abs!

I just discovered a pretty cool free fitness app called Sworkit by Nexercise. It has seven "apps" that work different parts of your body. You can choose the time amount that you want to work out (ex. 5 min, 15 min, etc) and the targeted areas of your selected body part. Two days ago I did the abs and core app and chose "absolutely awesome" for 5 minutes. I then proceeded with two other free fitness apps- the J&J 7 Minute Workout and Wahoo 7 Minute Workout. Today I am sore! 

I really enjoyed the Sworkit apps the best. For the five minutes I worked out they had a circuit of exercises for 30 seconds each. The app displays a person performing the exercise for roughly 5 seconds prior to starting each 30 second exercise.  The prompting voice was pleasant and not robotic or boring. The only annoying thing is after the five minutes it made me watch an ad for a bit.

The J&J 7M Workout was my second favorite as it had very similar features as the Sworkit app but with a British or Australian accented guy prompting the circuit. I laughed a few times mimicking the voice when he said "Woll Squots". I'll definitely keep this one and the Sworkit apps on my phone and use them as much as I can. I mean, you can't really say "I don't have five minutes" to do basic workouts that require no additional (that I have seen yet) equipment.

The third app by Wahoo was boring with a capital B. Robotic voice, no good graphics just boring stripes of boring colors with the different exercises listed in each stripe. It was anti-motivational (did I mention boring?). It got deleted.

So hurray for sore abs! Also, my nephew is in town and I took him to this cool trail with an active fire tower. Devil's Head Trail is only roughly 3 miles round trip but we power hiked it up in about 20-ish minutes and ran down it in half. It was beautiful. As the only working fire tower in the area you can see over 100 miles in every direction. It was a great run and H is asking me when we can go on our next trail run! I attached a link to AllTrails which has a super cool app although for it to be of great use you have to subscribe to the Pro version. Alternately there is an amazing very similar app from REI called Trail Run Project seen here. The AllTrails gives a little bit better description of the trail but I found the reviews and such were better found on REI's app. Check em both out and you decide. You can check-in at your trailhead and it will keep your GPS updated so you don't get lost. I'm not a fan as I don't really wish to run down my phone battery which I rely primarily on phoning in emergency and taking great trail pics. I'd rather use my GPS watch, but hey whatever.

I also broke in my new Saucony Peregrine 6 trail running shoes on the Devil's Head Trail. They performed, as usual, amazingly. Love Sauconys- I love the rock plate and the roominess.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Sucking Air...AKA I just ran my first 5K

I woke up at 5:30 am after working half a night shift and headed to a local 5k trail race that was starting at 8. I woke up at 5:30 not because I planned to (my alarm was set for 7) but because I was too excited to get out and run. I had decided just the day before that I was going to run it, with only a small handful of runs and hikes under my belt since the birth of my daughter just over a year ago. I have a very small amount of baby fat left but I still feel, well, lumpy. Not the toned athlete I was two years ago. Still, I was determined.

So after a leisurely breakfast I kissed the sleepy-eyed cowboy and headed downtown. A friend of ours had just gotten back from a vacation to Hawaii and brought us back a small bag of chocolate espresso covered macadamia nuts called "Donkey Balls". I popped one in my mouth and declared it my pre-race fuel.

The race was just a small local run, not a lot of turn out which was fine by me. The less eyes on my crappy performance the better but gosh darnnit I was going to run this thing, even if I had to walk it.

Well, I ran it and I ran it well....for being my first major "run" since baby. My goal was sub 30 and I accomplished that. I had no further expectations of myself beyond the sub 30 until I got to the start line. There was one individual who presented themselves quite a bit on the arrogant side and at that moment I wanted to beat that person. Badly. They took off fast but fizzled right away. It was all I could do not to smack that person on the ass as I ran by. I didn't. I held myself together, but it was hard. Real hard.

I came in 5th overall and 1st in my age group. Before you get all excited, don't. I only had to beat like one or two other people and the entire race only held something like 20-25 people. It wasn't grand but I am damn proud of myself for running that race and not being forced to walk it.

The embarrassing point....that race nearly crippled me the next day. I was doing fine until I had to walk down the basement stairs. Hello hammies!!!!!   It was a "good pain" though and let me know I was back. My body was feeling it and it felt soooo good.  I met a neighbor who wants to run with me and I've already committed to another trail 5K less than a month away.

In other wonderful news, Cowboy and I are starting on baby #2. I start my meds this week for another round of fun times. I'm not going to write too much about it and I might be MIA for a bit but hopefully something absolutely beautiful will be in process. Please pray for us, we need all the help we can get down this rocky road.

Saturday, March 7, 2015


I thought I'd never ever ever in my entire life ever feel this way. Growing up in an athletic family, loving to be fit and strong, and always striving to challenge myself, I think I have finally found my match. She's a sub-20 pounder with soft blonde curls and striking blue eyes like her daddy. Yes, my daughter has sucked the living love of exercise out of me. At least temporarily. I crave, and I mean CRAVE to go running my trails again. Those lovely dreamy dirty mountainous trails. Every fiber of my soul craves this. Then my body goes limp and I glance longingly at the quilt on my bed and wish to be tucked under it sleeping. I have no energy beyond taking care of this little bear who demands my attention 24/7 and I absolutely love to give it. We read stories, giggle, play with sensory toys, go on outings to the grocery store, the park, and library and anywhere else she can people watch and interact. We hike (she loves her backpack) and when the sidewalks weren't buried under several feet of snow, we would jog or go for a bike ride towing her Burley D'Lite. With the weather so crazy lately and the buzzing of activity of our latest endeavor (we're buying a house and land in another area of colorado) I have no other time to devote to my fitness. It sucks but I know it is temporary. Pretty soon we'll have our lives resettled and be able to start building up our very own homestead with chickens and maybe even goats and/or a pig or future horse! With the amount of land we will have we have already discussed getting a playmate and fellow protector for our pup. We're leaning towards another GSD or even a Great Dane. There are coyotes, fox (saw tons of fox dens), pronghorns, deer, elk, bear, and mountain lions in our neck of the woods. A second dog will be a must. There's also a deer blind already on our property. Mmmmm venison and elk. Being a mama to L-Bug has been a never ending ultra-marathon, but I'm loving every moment of it. Ok, some more than others. I could do without yesterday's self-discovery of tossing her finger foods over the side of her highchair onto the floor repeatedly. Watching each one drop with a splat (to the dog's wide-eyed amazement) then picking up another parcel, leaning over the high chair, and splatting that one on the floor too. When told a stern, "NO, food is for eating not dropping on the floor" she looks up at me (all doe eyed and stinkin' adorable) and redirects her food from hanging over the edge of her tray to her mouth with a look that says, "I don't know what you are talking about, I'm eating my food mama." Booger. Quite frankly, I'm excited to have a second one and I surely pray that is possible. Hopefully it won't be another 4 months until I blog again my friends....cheers to a brand new start at life. Country living here I come!!!! Ahhh no city noise, stars so bright and clear, no smog, no rush hour traffic, no worries.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

So I'm not super mom...

At least when it comes to blogging, I have zero time for the computer other than paying bills and ordering baby stuff from Amazon. I quit Facebook when L-bug was born because I felt it intruded into our personal lives and took away my precious time with my family. I would go to check my updates only to find out what felt like ten minutes on the computer was actually an hour. An hour wasted for what? Plus the overwhelming pressure to share pictures of my family, especially with the new addition, was stressful. I was pretty sure things were falling well into place recently with my home routine so that I would be able to blog more, but it's amazing how much one little person occupies your time! She is rolling over like a champ and will flip all over the room from corner to corner if I don't keep a close eye on her. She is sitting up unsupported and lunging for her toys in front of her. Before long she'll be crawling for sure. I cannot believe six months has passed. She is still a chunky monkey (good 'ol mama's milk) and growing like a weed. Her personality is really beginning to emerge and she remains just a chilled out, layed back, happy-go-lucky, kinda baby. That's my girl. She takes everything in stride and studies things intensely before participating. She watches people and when they make eye contact with her she greets them with a big but shy grin. She's adorable... We started the adventure of solid foods just recently although she has declared solids totally overrated and gives me such a stink face when I put a spoonfull of pureed stuff into her mouth that says to me, "Seriously mama, how could you. This s**** is horrible. I'm quite content with what you've been feeding me." She puckers up her face in a grimmace and either spits it promptly out or swallows it but giving me the look the entire time. She's obviously not ready for solids so I'm not pushing it. Some babies take up to 9 months to be ready for solids. I figure I will try a new "taste" every other day or so and go from there. She'll let me know when she's ready. The only thing I found her to enjoy so far was when I gave her a taste off my plate of Saag Paneer while Cowboy and I were out at a local Himalayan restaurant. She scarfed that right off my finger and opened her mouth for more! I think I definitely have a foodie on my hands (yay!) and will have to work hard to impress her palate. Yesterday we took a 2 hour hike on the trails up Mount Galbraith using our Osprey Poco Premium Baby Carrier. This pack is awesome. I can't rave about it enough (thank you Gramma and Grampa!!). We got it in Koala Gray and love the color. The internal seat where L-bug sits is adjustable and raises/lowers to fit her body. The sides that wrap around her also are adjustable as well as the quick-release buckles at her shoulders. There is a teething pad that can be removed to wash, a built-in solar shade, and a removeable day pack. I figured as it gets wintery out I will also start using the rain cover to help insulate her little body. What's also neat is that the harness straps adjust up and down to allow Cowboy and I to both wear it comfortably. If he's wearing it and needs a break, just a click of a buckle and a minor sliding adjustment to the harness and it now fits me. It takes just a minute or two and we can continue hiking. It also has an area for a hydration bladder but I haven't used it yet. There's a compartment under the kid seat to stash diaper stuff or an extra layer of clothes for baby or me. It's all pretty snazzy and I am confident this pack will last a very long time. I highly recommend it (and I did a TON of research on kid packs before choosing this one). L-bug loved the hike! She babbled the whole time and reached out to touch my head or hold my hand. At the top of the mountain we stopped for a little snack, a few kisses from the pup (she giggles when he kisses her face), and to take in the beauty of the area then descended back down. I was sure I was going to be so sore the next day but I woke up feeling refreshed and excited to hike again. I think my goal is to get in 1-2 hikes per week with her, weather permitting. It'll do me good too as this 10+lbs extra baby weight is driving me a little nuts. I'd go work out more but, frankly, I hate being without her for a long period of time. It's horrible. I am not sure who is worse, her or me, when it comes to separation anxiety. Cowboy is an amazing Daddy and seeing the two of them interact and cuddle warms my heart something fierce. She grabs his beard and holds on to her "handle" as they walk or dance around the house. She giggles at his zerberts and always tries to take his glasses or pick at the buttons on his shirt. When she's tired she'll wrap her arms around his neck and lean into his shoulder. Sigh...this stuff is priceless. Did I mention what her most favorite toy in the world is? A silicone toothbrush. Dead serious. She LOVES these things to the point we now have four, yes four, toothbrushes floating around the house for her chewing pleasure. The Green Sprouts toothbrush and the Simba one are nearly identical and she loves them both. Crazy girl. Well, at least she's learning a good life habit, right?

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I'm BACK!!!!!

So I can't promise frequent updates as I'm in full throttle mommy-mode but I'm going to try the best I can to blog on my "down time" (insert hilarious laughter).

Let me start off by saying that I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a mother. Holy crap I knew I would love it but I didn't realize the extent and depth of the love I feel towards my daughter and my family. I thought long and hard about whether or not to write my birth story and, for now, I am going to let it ride. It's pretty personal and maybe one day I'll share but for now let's just say that everything went haywire but then sorted itself out and turned out perfectly.

On my new journey of motherhood I am learning so many new things and that having a laid back kind of approach works best for us. I'm having a good time laughing at myself, actually, as all the "I'll never do x,y, or z" pre-baby has been tossed to the wind and replaced with "whatever you gotta do". Co-sleeping? yep, doing it (for the record, co-sleeping means in the same room though not necessarily in the same bed. Also, for the record, there's definitely some bed sharing going on some nights). Pacifiers? trying it out due to a very high suck-drive mixed with teething (though she is rejecting them on her own, nothing like a good finger or boob).

I've done a ton of reading all kinds of books- those with the same parenting style I accept and even some with parenting styles I reject. I had no idea there were so many different parenting styles with names associated with them. I don't agree 100% with any single style and I take each book with a grain of salt, picking out helpful tidbits and tossing out the rest. I found I tend to gravitate more towards the attachment parenting style while firmly rejecting the CIO (Cry-It-Out) Method or strict scheduling of feeds/life; aka BabyWise. L-bug is an amazing little girl who fell into a routine on her own and it has been my job to help her follow it without forcing it on her. She consistently gets tired twice a day at the same times and then sleeps in 3-5hr sections of the night, waking to feed with a quick diaper change, and then back off to sleep. There have been a few nights of hourly to two hour waking to feed periods but in all honesty, I am exhausted without even caring that I'm exhausted. She is growing, getting chubby (heavens, those chubby cheeks slay me!), and is an extremely happy, mellow, loveable baby. She goes with the flow.

So, I'll still try to toss in a bunch of independent living and exercise/running posts but for now I shall wallow in motherhood and my adventures enfolding from that. 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Quick Update....

No I'm not dead and no baby has not arrived yet. I'm so ready, though, the question is: Is she? I have enjoyed pregnancy immensely these past several months, even the down and painful parts. It's all about putting things in perspective. Now that nine months has come and gone I have gotten to the, let's say "uncomfortable" stage. There appears to be no room for either of us left in this body and yet we have a couple more weeks to go for her to go full term of 40wks. I'm about to bust, I can't even begin to imagine how squished my poor little girl must feel.

She has been head down for way over a month now which brings me relief but her feet stick into my ribs and I think she assumes the position for a "chimney climb" spreading her hands on either side of my belly and pushing out. I can't bend. I can't put on my socks or tie my shoes by myself. Eating has become small, frequent meals, and sleeping has become nonexistent. I nearly sat down in dispair and cried the other day wishing Cowboy was home to help dress me. I had errands to run and I thought I was going to be stuck being half-dressed and homebound. Through sheer determination and painful contortions I finally got myself dressed somewhat properly and got out the door. Then came the discovery that it was a circus act just to get behind the steering wheel and maneuver my key into the ignition.

Thankfully I have been told frequently I am "all belly" even though I feel round all over. 

My bags are packed and ready to go at a moments notice, carseat installed, BOB stroller pimped and ready to go, and nursery 99% finished. Now we are at the waiting game. Exercise has become a joke for me. I crave it daily but my body says "oh hell no". So I suffice with doing housework, taking care of our new baby chicks (oh my goodness their little peeping melts my heart), walking the pup, and trying to eat healthy. I am quite proud of myself and my eating habits as I haven't really even longed for any funky cravings or junk food. Until now....

These last two weeks have been carb-craving hell. I want pasta, I want donuts, I want anything sweet and horrible for you. I'm talking crap that has absolutely no redeeming nutritional value. That said, I have been craving all this junk but I have not given into any of it except maybe one or two terribly weak moments. I had been obsessing about donuts for over a week and nearly at my wits end. I had even stopped at two donut shops on my way home from work to indulge but neither shop carried my favorite donut. I took it as a sign and continued home empty bellied and emotionally unfulfilled. That night Cowboy surprised me with a small white paper bag and a smile on his face. My amazing husband had  went out (also to two other donut shops) and found me my donut! It was seriously the best donut ever and I was in heaven the whole rest of the night. Best. Husband. Ever!!!! Because I have been so good with my eating I really had no guilt attached to that donut which made it taste even better.

After my donut I was back into full attack mode with my fruits (god I love fruit!!!) and veggies and trying to scarf down lean proteins for baby building.

Back to exercising: or lack of. I had been going to the gym 2-3x/wk lifting weights and still running on the treadmill with my belly band. About 2 wks ago, however, things have just progressed so quickly with the pregnancy that everything hurts and exhausts me within just a few minutes of doing them. Running has started to hurt the balls of my feet- I'm assuming it's the extra weight on my bones and arches. I did five miles on the treadmill and I felt like my feet were going to fall off. I then dialed it down to 3-4 miles at a time and each time I was able to do less and less before my body screamed in protest. Now I walk the pup several times around the park and not only do my feet start hurting but the baby feels like she drops down and bangs into my pelvis to the point that I have to waddle and wonder if I am going to pee myself before I get home. Oh how I long to run so bad!!!

I am so extremely excited to meet my little one, however. I know there will be plenty of ups and downs but I look forward to every single one of them. Cowboy and I have attended our birthing class and I have read so many books that I feel ready!!! Surprisingly, I am not afraid of labor. I am a little startled to realize I am looking forward to it and see it as a challenge not unlike a big running race. I enjoy pushing my body to it's limit and seeing how far it will go. I know there will be pain, there will be exhaustion, and it's not going to be all puppy dog kisses and rainbows. Accepting those facts allows me to prepare my body and my mind, push it all aside, and see the light at the end. The reward that we have been trying so hard for years to obtain. The smell of her, the feel of her skin, her fingers wrapping around mine, the big eyes looking back at me, and the sight of my husband holding our little baby's going to be amazing. Yep, I'm gonna cry big crocodile tears.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Running with Baby

So yeah, I'm a horrible blogger and wildly distracted lately. I'm 5 months pregnant as of tomorrow and my energy has many peaks and valleys. I have gotten in several great trail runs- most notably a 12.5 miler at Centennial Cone with my bestie and her pup. It was a fabulous outing that was only marred by me stopping every few miles to piddle and the slow breathless uphills that I had to stop and power hike on. Thankfully she was very patient with me unlike Argos who gleefully ran ahead (traitor).

I have been getting several weight lifting sessions in too. Usually a 3 mile treadmill run followed by either a leg workout or an arm workout. I'm trying to balance them but I'm honestly a leg-workout kinda girl. I love me some burnin' legs. Squats and deadlifts have been my favorites lately. Baby Wildchild seems to enjoy the workouts with no complaints. Before everyone goes all "you're gonna kill your baby" on me just know that I am VERY attentive to my body. I listen and obey, especially with the little bump in there traveling along for the ride AND I've gotten an approving nod from my doc. I would never do anything to compromise her safety...I've gone through way too much to get to this point to jeopardize this. Plus I have Concerned Cowboy watching out for me and eyeballin' my weights. He's adorable. Seriously, he's so supportive and loving though I have been told I am not allowed to complain or whine about my pregnancy pains whilst I am able to still run 12.5 miles and squat 115+lbs. His compassion has athletic limitations I'm finding out;)

Oooh! I forgot to mention: Gabriella Belly Belt is amazing for running!!! It keeps the belly from bouncing while running and feels so good. I highly recommend it.

While I am working out I feel wonderful. A little breathless and have to alter my stance to make room for the slowly growing bump, but overall fabulous. However, the next day I'm usually more wiped out than I used to be. Recovery is a b***. I've had no major food aversions but I do love me some fruit. Particularly mangoes, peaches, strawberries, with apples and bananas coming in close second. I have found that whey protein powder tastes funky all of a sudden to me unless heavily disguised in a smoothie.

Other than that, just taking one day at a time, each week making a high-five point. Our anatomy scan is next week and I am beyond excited to see our baby girl. I'm anxious for my bump to actually turn into a pregnant belly.  I think I am finally starting to look a little more preggo than fat.

The other big thing happening:'s addictive to my OCD personality. I have labels on everything!!! I'm purring right now thinking about it.