The Lazy Triathlete

Probably the world's laziest triathlete. Trying desperately to become more motivated.

Tuesday Tunes

With families gathering together over the next few days, I wanted to share a few songs that remind me of my parents, but also make for good run jams.

I Saw Her Standing There – The Beatles (160 BPM; 9:00/mile)

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Tuesday Tunes

Ohhhhh, hells yes! Tuesday Tunes are back my friends. Here are some gems that I’ve been dying to share…

Born 2 Run – 7Lions (124 BPM; 12:36/mile)

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Time flies, they say

Just a year ago, I triumphantly announced my return to this blog, and just a quickly, I faded away. I could blame it on marathon training or the job that I had just started – and to be honest, both are part of the reason. But, like anything else in life, it was about my priorities & what mattered to me. 2014 was an amazing year for me. I became a marathoner. I traveled to some fantastic places & ran some amazing races with friends. I PR’ed my half three separate times, the most recent of which was only a few weeks ago. I officially joined the ranked of Half-Fanatics. I became friends with my Boston Marathon angel (a story that deserves it’s own post). I pushed myself in endurance & strength training to all sorts of PRs.

I don’t regret my race year, but I do regret that I didn’t take the time to document the journey. With some milestones planned for 2015, I hope that my recommitment to documenting the process lasts the entire year. Thanks for taking the journey with me.

And as always – I’ll see you on the roads!

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NEDA

I have half dozen unfinished posts waiting to get polished and published on this blog, but I didn’t want National Eating Disorders Awareness Week to pass without posting a few thoughts. [And then, of course, life gets in the way anyway & I end up publishing this post late.]

I guess I can start by telling a bit of my story. I spent the first half of high school as a bean pole. Despite my “chubby cheeks”, I had no curves whatsoever. I was a swimmer, and dabbled in other sports, but certainly not someone that would be considered a jock. I went to college, gained the Freshman 15 and did the typical go-to-the-gym-when-I-can routine. My summers were fairly active, as I worked as a camp counselor and lifeguard. I was aware of my body, but not ashamed of it.

2004 - I don't have many pictures because I was embarrassed

2004 – Not my biggest, but close

And then in 2004, I got fat. And for a long time, I didn’t even realize it. When I finally did, I took a reasonable approach to getting fit. I joined a gym and got a trainer that I saw two to three times a week. The weight came off fairly easily, as my body really wasn’t meant to be carrying that much. (It’s those last 10/15 pounds that are always so hard, isn’t it?) I was healthy. I was strong.

I moved to Boston. I got my first real job, and started spending 40+ a week sitting in front of a computer. The numbers on the scale started to creep up again. And so for the first time in my life, I tried a diet. Not watching what I ate, but a full on, calorie-counting, weighing food, lots of exercise diet. At first, that worked really well for me. I was losing weight. I was getting in a lot of activity. It was good. And then it wasn’t. My behavior with the counting of calories became obsessive. Calories in, calories out. Can I eat 7 almonds, or only 6? If I stay on this elliptical for 5 more minutes, then I can sprinkle some cheese on my salad tonight. Can I fit in a Bikram class before my meeting tomorrow morning?

Not my thinnest, but close

2007 – Not my thinnest, but close

I had a journal where I recorded food, exercise and my weight – morning and evening. Yes, I weighed myself twice a day. As an analytical thinker, I was addicted to collecting data points. I think that I was hoping if I collected enough data, a magical pattern would emerge & I would be able to solve my weight loss puzzle.

I wish that I could remember how I had my epiphany moment. It makes for a terrible story, but the truth is, I don’t remember how or when it happened. I just remember that I wasn’t happy anymore. I was avoiding social events because I didn’t want to be tempted by food or drinks. I was far too critical of myself, and lost sight of the fact that happiness was more than just has nothing to do with a number on the scale.

That’s certainly not to say that I’ve got this all figured out. I still struggle with it. I see skinny women & get jealous. I see strong, muscular women and get jealous. I delete photos that I feel like I look fat in. I still own a scale and weigh myself more frequently than I should. I care too much about when number pops up. I get frustrated that during my marathon training, where I am logging 25+ miles a week plus cross-training, I have actually gained weight.

But then I remember that this is my journey. I’m in competition with no one, not even myself. I try to focus on my health and my happiness. By doing that, as simple and cliche´ as it sounds, I believe I’m becoming the healthiest version of myself. And when even that fails me, I look to Lauren Fleshman for a reality check.

And as always – I’ll see you on the roads!

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