Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

I love it, I love the end of things and the beginning of new things to come, even if it is just in a day.  I wonder how much of my 2007 is going to spill into my 2008.  It amuses me for some unknown reason.  As I look at my list of things I wanted to accomplish in 2007, I’ve had a very good year.  Yes, there is room for improvement, room to grow and that’s a good thing.  I woke up from a dead sleep a couple of nights ago, in a state of fear from a dream.  The fear of not accomplishing the things I’d like to accomplish.  Fear, has it ever held you back?  The fear of making it happen, the fear of wanting something and not accomplishing it?  What the hell is that all about?  Afraid to succeed and afraid to fail.  I need to give that some serious thought and I have.  What I’ve come up with is that the greatest fear of all would be not to give it a go, an effort and allow yourself to sit on the couch or sidelines out of fear. 

On a good note, I remembered my freaking Anniversary for the first time on my own today.  LOL.  My girlfriend didn’t have to call me to remind me and I even beat my husband to it.  I’m not the most romantic person in the world so this is huge for me. 

I’ve been busy with family and friends, I’m putting myself back on the "to do" list today.  I’ll be checking out the gym, revising my workout and getting food/supplements together.  Hope you had a great year and here’s to an even better 2008!

Wow, can we just move on!  I don’t know about you but I am so done with this merry and jolly business.  Not to mention I am looking quite MERRY in every sense of the word.  Haven’t been to the gym in about three weeks or more and it’s on my mind and coming on the waistline.  We visited family in Missouri for about two days and ate at this very expensive restaurant.  The food was great and I was miserable from eating too much the entire next day.  We returned back to Texas on Sunday around 3 or so and my family started trickling in around 5.  It was a MADHOUSE.  Twelve adults, 3 teenagers, an 11 year old and seven other kids under the age of ten with three of them in diapers.  Let me tell you….I’ve been cooking, washing dishes and cooking some more since the 23rd!  It’s around this time I am usually quite thrilled the year is almost over.  We had a great time, but boy is it work.  My step-daughter has a group of friends coming in and I don’t know all the details yet.  In the meantime, looks like the only workout this girl will be getting done is that of the good old fashion kind….house cleaning! 

So my HOHOHO picture is missing.  I didn’t do it, I’m thinking BB.com had it pulled.  Seriously?  Now what part of ass did I show to warrant the removal of my picture?  And if I’m told it has nothing to do with fitness, well…don’t make me laugh.  Take a good look at the top profiles and take it from there.  I might get the standard…"people were complaining" excuse…..WHATEVER.  This site is losing it’s sense of humor.

My step-daughter is in town with her 8 week Lab puppy.  Let me tell you, I am no big fan of animals.  So she’s walking around introducing this dog like one would introduce a BABY (an actual human being), sleeping with him on her bed, couch and up all night with the dog.  She looks like a mother who just gave birth.  It’s so disgusting to me and the damn pup has had many accidents in the house.  I told her to put the pup away in its crate and for her to get some sleep.  She’s sleeping and the damn dog is barking and won’t shut the hell up.  And the red ribbon on my Christmas tree, well the little bastard got a hold of the ribbon and ran with it.  It’s not strung so nice right now.  To add insult to injury, I am now “Grandma” due to the dog.  Do not be laughing over this.  I’ll have you know, the dog will be traveling with us.  I called my husband up and told him I’m about to have me some pup venison.  LOL. 

I haven’t been to the gym since the race, about two weeks now.  I’m busy, heading out to visit my husbands side of the family tomorrow and my family is coming in on the 23rd.  I’ve lost 4 pounds in that time, down to 102.  I wonder how fast one loses muscle.  Hmmm….

Anyway, time for this Santa to wrap up gifts and get down with family, friends and whatever or whoever comes my way.  I want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.  

I downloaded my results from the 1/2 marathon I ran, here are the facts.  I know my actual number but I’m giving you a range.  Out of the entire 1/2 marathon I came in between 1550-1560.  There were 3,612 finishers behind me and about 30% ahead of me.  In the gender (female) category I came in between 495-510th place.  There were 2400 finishers behind me and about 17% ahead of me.  In my age division I came in between 85 and 90.  There were approximately 425 people behind me and 17% ahead of me.  Overall, I ran a 9 min. 4 sec. and I was ahead of about 53% of the male finishers.  Even if I do say so myself, not bad for a chick who trained for 22 days! 

So, you post your picture in the forum and everything is going well.  High picture scores, funny & sweet comments.  Then all of a sudden things come to a screeching halt when you come across an 8 or a comment that makes you go….hmmm.  What’s wrong with an 8 you ask?  Well, nothing really, it’s certainly not a 10.  Here’s the deal though, from my fat ass picture to my recent picture an 8 all across the board.  Seriously?  It just doesn’t jive, how can that be?  So, I went on other forum and profile visits, there are some real haters out there.  Let me tell you what REALLY gets me about this though, most of these people that give out these thoughtful scores…no pictures of themselves on their profile or posted in the forum.  So, what gives?  I did PM this one guy and asked him what the deal was and he said he was just being honest with his 6’s & 7’s of me, no picture of his ass anywhere on this site.  Personally, if you don’t have any pictures of yourself posted and you have nothing postive to say, keep it to your cowardly self. 

A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City , where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

PLEASE NOTE:

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited

A girlfriend of mine and I were hanging out with our husbands.  Not much going on, drinks, crude jokes and many laughs.  Her husband was appreciating me some, acknowledging how fit I am all within the boundaries of being respectful, simply paying a compliment.  It didn’t take long for the green-eyed monster to rear its ugly head, she started acting weird that night.  Ever since, at other get togethers, she would rub up against my man, whisper some stuff in his ear and make some indecent implications.  All of which I find quite comical.  I know who that man is leaving with and that would be me.  So we went out to lunch, just the girls.  She started off with a compliment followed by how many people didn’t like me for so and so reasons.  Uh-huh.  "Ya know," I said, "all these women, they have a waistline comparable to a Good Year tire.  As for their ass, not where it should be.  On top of that, they are walking around in grunge clothes, no make-up looking all washed-up.  I work hard for the ass I have and I’m proud of it and if you’re feeling insecure about yourself then do something about it….don’t hold your fat ass against me.  I am not responsible for your fat ass and all the shit that comes with it." Moment of silence followed, then a laugh, haven’t heard much from her since.   

I’ve been a little undecided about what to do after the race.  It’s been on my mind for some time and I’ve been undecided for that entire time.  After checking myself out some, abs making a small appearance, a little too much back fat, legs too thin due to the running, I’ve decided I still have some room to lean up and get rid of some fat in those hard to lose places without losing muscle.  Problem is, with the holidays and all, I just don’t have the time to work up a program that meets such a criteria.  Aside from that, I’ve made some great progress building up my running endurance and I don’t want to lose that now.  After reading many fitness magazines during kid activities I came across a workout program in an old M&F issue that promises exactly what I’m looking for.  It provides an entire workout program with weights and cardio, a supplementation plan with some eating guidelines and it’s specifically engineered to promote fat loss without losing muscle.  I invested in the magazine, might as well put it to the test.  It’s a 4 week training program and the only drawback that I can see are those darn pull-ups in the workout.  It might get hot in that gym! Think I’ll take the body auditor’s advice and only do them at home.

Earlier during the week, the weather forecast was predicted to be in the 70’s, ideal conditions for the race.  Yeah right.  On the day of the race I woke up to a foggy and cold morning, no sun in sight. 

I arrived at the race at 7:45 a.m., in time to see the marathoners take off.  It was 52 degrees outside, windy and temperatures were expected to drop.  The 1/2 marathon started 20 minutes late which meant we had more time to freeze our butts off.  The race started at 9:20, I was so cold, I couldn’t feel my feet or my hands for the first 3 miles.  I felt like I was landing on blocks of ice when my feet were hitting the ground.  It made for a very slow start, trying to get my body warmed up.  About five miles into the race I was finally warmed up, hands and feet.  My best run during the race was between mile 5 and 10.  I’d pick a target, girl in yellow, guy in red and make my way to them and past them.  Along the way I did wonder if I was going to have enough energy left to get me through the race.  I started feeling somewhat fatigued at mile 11.  A world of hurt came upon me at mile 12.  I was cold again, legs, feet, hands, and my ankles and knees were bothering me,  I was getting tight in the calves, legs and glutes.  The last mile and 1/2 were the hardest of all.  I was so close to the finish line and at the same time it seemed so far away.  As I neared the finish line I heard someone call my name, my husband and our 8 year old were on the sidewalk with big smiles and waves.  I waved back, kept making my way and there it was, the finish line with balloons, sensors and all….finished. 

I loved the annonymity during the run.  I knew no one, no one knew me.  All kinds of people in the race, young and old, groups and couples.  At the end of the run, this one guy ran ahead of his girlfriend, picked up a sign and asked her to marry him.  She said yes.  Some ran for a greater cause, in honor of someone physcially sick and not able to do so or no longer on this earth.  I’m inclined to believe somewhere on a piece of paper or in a small corner in the back of our minds we all have a list, a list of things we’ve wanted to do for some reason or another or a cause greater than ourselves.  One small goal crossed off my list, but most importantly, I shedded a thin layer of procrastination, excuses and distractions during this race and mentally pushed myself when my body was ready to quit.  It’s been a while since I’ve had to dig that deep. 

I’m very sore today.  Knees, ankles, legs.  I fell down the stairs this morning, landed on my already sore ass.  LOL…nothing broken.  I’ll be taking it easy this week and hit the weights next week.  Happy workouts!