tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646506519503309622024-02-06T23:10:57.492-06:00The Swallow Fliesand miles to go before i sleepEmmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-84422909494946262142019-01-15T18:21:00.001-06:002019-01-15T18:21:12.700-06:00TransitioningHello friends!<br />
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It's been a while! If any of you are still hanging around this ol' blog, I would like to invite you to join me in a new space: <a href="https://emmyjeanwrites.blogspot.com/">Emmy Jean Writes</a>.<br />
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As I discussed in my <a href="https://emmyjeanwrites.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-new-beginning.html">very first post</a>, it was just time for a fresh start, a new beginning.<br />
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Maybe I'll come back to my roots and continue with The Swallow Flies at some point, but for now I'll be writing sporadically elsewhere -- and I'd love for you to join me.<br />
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Hope to "see" you soon.<br />
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(And that is specifically what I want to call these goals: they are not resolutions but are instead intentions. To me, this terminology seems more like a life-changing, transformative action rather than a let's-do-this-for-a-hot-second-and-then-fall-off-the-wagon-mid-January type thing.)<br />
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This past year was filled with so much joy and happiness and love, but I also faced some major downfalls, the biggest of which just happened: on December 27th, we lost my grandma, the most remarkable woman. Her funeral was yesterday, and I just got back from North Dakota a few hours ago. This was an incredible loss, and I have such immense sadness. My plan is to write a (literal) book about my grandma, but unfortunately, I am not in a place where I can write much more than this right now. I am just so sad.<br />
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The other major downfall was battling ankle issues, culminating in the <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2017/07/all-around-world.html">surgery</a> I discussed (complete with graphic images) in my previous post. While I was hopeful that it would fix everything and I would be back to running half marathons and lifting <i>all of the weights</i>, that doesn't appear to be the case; in fact, while the pain isn't constant (thank goodness), there are far too many days that are worse than before surgery.<br />
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Additionally, the fact that our country is a hot mess for so many reasons has been extremely distressing, to say the least.<br />
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But, this year was filled with so many wonderful things, too. First and foremost, I am surrounded by so much love. My partner and I moved in together at the end of September and have built a lovely (and loving) home. My family is the absolute best in the entire universe -- and is filled with so much laughter and light and love.<br />
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Second, I was awarded a few amazing opportunities professionally. First, I participated in the <a href="http://www.afrst.illinois.edu/outreach/cultures/">Bridging Cultures Initiative</a>, and I met a tremendous network of educators around the world, people with whom I have developed lifelong friendships. Second, I am a T<a href="https://www.irex.org/project/teachers-global-classrooms-program-tgc">eachers for Global Classrooms</a> fellow; I completed an incredible intensive online course this fall; I will be flying to Washington, D.C., in February for a symposium; and I will be spending three weeks in Colombia this summer. Third, I was just notified that I will be participating in the <a href="http://bridge.iearn.org/">BRIDGE Program through iEARN</a>, which will help me further my knowledge of and experience with global education.<br />
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Finally, while I was down and out with my ankle issue, I went outside of my comfort zone (both emotionally and physically) and tried a number of different fitness ventures, including elliptical, spinning, swimming, and Pilates. I found that I absolutely love -- and excel at -- Pilates, which has been an exciting discovery on so many levels.<br />
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<i>And that leads me to my intentions for 2018.</i></div>
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<b>1. Fitness</b><br />
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Not being able to run and lift has been such a bummer for me, which is why I am indelibly grateful that I finally found something that I <i>can </i>do, something that is both challenging and exciting.<br />
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My intention for 2018 is to continue my <a href="https://www.clubpilates.com/location/woodbury/">Pilates</a> practice, and my goal is to attend at least four classes each week. Additionally, I want to continue improving in my practice, achieving new skills and reaching new levels.<br />
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(Relatedly, I would ideally make my goal more performance-based rather than a quantitative measure, but I do not yet know <i>what </i>my performance goal would/should be -- which makes me think it is time to have a conversation with my instructors.)<br />
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<b>2. Nutrition</b><br />
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I feel fairly strong in my Pilates practice: my instructors push me to try new things almost every day, and I am often used as the guinea pig in my classes, the person to demonstrate the position for others. Additionally, I <i>feel </i>stronger than I did even a month ago. But -- and here is where this second intention comes in -- I don't <i>look </i>like it.<br />
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My nutrition has been atrocious.<br />
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The sugar dragon has reared its ugly head, and I have not even attempted to slay it.<br />
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I have not yet determined what my nutrition will look like for 2018, which I realize is not a strong start to this intention. Essentially, I just want to make healthier choices. Nearly everything I cook is healthy, and most of it is also Paleo. But, I have gone off the deep end in regard to snacking: "Oh, there are donuts in the office? Awesome." "Why yes, I <i>do </i>need a bowl of pretzels while I'm watching TV." "Long car ride? Hot Tamales? Don't mind if I do."<br />
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In the past I have done a few Whole30s, but I honestly do not believe this is the best option for me. I mean, I <i>was </i>legit <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/allergic-to-whole30.html">allergic</a> to it a few years ago. But also, I don't really do well with the restriction. When I did a Whole30 a couple of years ago, I got so sick of what I was eating, for instance, that I would just skip the meal. Newsflash: that is not healthy behavior.<br />
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Also, I now have a 12-year-old girl in my life, and I want to be very careful about how I talk about and treat food and nutrition. I don't want to ever say the word "diet," nor do I want to say that I "can't" have something. What I <i>do</i> want to do, however, is model healthy choices, including home-cooked meals and whole, unprocessed foods.<br />
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While I believe the majority of my nutrition will be Paleo (simply because I know this is what makes me feel the best), I will not be sticking to it 100%. I already know, for instance, that I will be drinking Metamucil every morning <strike>because I am a 90-year-old man</strike>. I also know that I will not be scouring nutrition labels for sugar-free bacon and sausage <strike>because that is doing too much</strike>. I also know that I will not be scrutinizing every ingredient my partner uses when he cooks us dinner. And, I also know that I will occasionally want some popcorn.<br />
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<b>3. Water</b><br />
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I am the worst when it comes to drinking water. A lot of this has to do with the fact that as a teacher, my bathroom breaks are fairly limited: I can't just leave a classroom of 34 14-year-olds to fend for themselves, and I also can't make it to the bathroom down the hall and around the corner in a five-minute passing period when I have students waiting to talk to me about this, that, and the other thing.<br />
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But really, that's an excuse.<br />
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I need to drink more water.<br />
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My intention for 2018 is to drink four Camelbaks per day. Including the water that I <strike>so gracefully sip</strike> chug with my Metamucil in the morning, this will be just under a gallon.<br />
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<b>4. Books</b><br />
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I love to read -- and I don't do it enough. I have also never set a goal to read a certain number of books in a year, but I'm going to do so in 2018 in hopes that it will encourage me to read more.<br />
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My intention is to read 50 books this year.<br />
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According to <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5914920-emily-bollinger">Goodreads</a>, I read 32 books last year. That seems like a low number to me, but it could be because of the ten-week course I took for my fellowship. There was not a whole lot of pleasure reading happening during that time, especially because I was also working three jobs (teaching, freelance writing, and working at the gym). Also, I was on a lot of drugs after surgery: considering I still don't know what <i>Moana</i> is about, I don't think reading would have been a solid choice.<br />
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<b>5. Social Media</b><br />
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The amount of time I waste scrolling on Facebook is ridiculous. I can easily meeting my aforementioned intention of reading more if I focused on books rather than on mindless status updates. While I cannot give up Facebook entirely due to various organizations with which I am involved, what I <i>can </i>do is remove the app from my phone.<br />
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My intention is to delete the app and then check Facebook <i>once </i>each day.<br />
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Additionally, as the image suggests, I want to spend more time outside -- specifically by going on walks with my partner. We live in an incredible city and just blocks from the river and a gorgeous park, and it is so silly that we can count the number of leisurely walks we have taken on two hands.<br />
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I mean, I <i>may </i>wait until the temps rise above zero, but we'll see.<br />
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<b>6. Nails</b><br />
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I have bitten and/or picked my nails my entire life. It is an absolutely disgusting habit, and I <i>need. to. stop</i>. And I <i>have </i>stopped before. There was a good chunk of time a couple of years ago where I actually had to file my nails because they were so long.<br />
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(Yes, I realize that that is a ridiculous statement for most of you, but for me, this was a first.)<br />
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I don't know what happened, but I reverted to old habits, and my nails are looking as raggedy as ever.<br />
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So, my intention is to just <i>stop it</i>. To help, I will be painting some hard-core top coat on my nails in hopes that will deter me.<br />
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While it is really, really hard for me to not end my list on a multiple of five, I want to keep my intentions both specific and manageable. Ultimately, I hope to have a beautifully happy and healthy 2018.<br />
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Cheers, friends.<br />
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I haven't written for a while, and dang, a lot has happened.<br />
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First, I had ankle surgery two-and-a-half weeks ago. Yep. I bit the bullet and opted for surgical intervention, as nothing else was working, and my ankle hurt worse than it ever had before. The good news is that the surgeon found a bone spur on the back of my talus -- it wasn't showing up in X-rays, and he's hopeful that getting rid of it (as well as miscellaneous crap that was going on down there) will solve all of the issues. <br />
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This was my post-surgery nest -- complete with blankies, pillows, cat(s), and my not-pictured-because-she's-taking-the-picture mama.<br />
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This was my other post-surgery nest, complete with blankies, pillows, crutches, and my not-pictured-because-he's-taking-the-picture boyfriend.<br />
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And here's the one-week-post-op incision. Upon seeing this for the first time, I literally almost fainted. I can finally look at it now and not want to vomit, so I have that going for me.<br />
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I have started walking short distances without the boot, and it's going pretty well. Stairs are a bit difficult, and the more I'm on my feet, the more swollen it gets (<i>duh</i>). I get the stitches out on Wednesday, which will be super exciting. My fingers are crossed that I'll be all better soon.<br />
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On a completely different note, I just got back from an incredible conference: the <a href="http://www.afrst.illinois.edu/outreach/cultures/">Bridging Cultures Initiative</a> at the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana. I was one of nine American teachers selected to attend a symposium with 20 teachers from around the world. This was a joint venture through the US Department of Education and the US Department of State, and I am so grateful to have been given this extraordinary opportunity. I learned so much, and I came away with such phenomenal connections, friendships that I know will last a lifetime.<br />
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<br />Relatedly, I was recently notified of yet another tremendous opportunity: the <a href="https://www.irex.org/project/teachers-global-classrooms-program-tgc">Teachers for Global Classrooms</a> fellowship, which is also through the US Department of State. I was one of 76 teachers (out of more than 450 qualified applicants). Essentially, I will do three things: 1.) participate in an intensive online course this fall, 2.) travel to Washington, D.C., for a fully-funded three-day symposium in February, and 3.) go on a fully-funded 2-3 week international field experience next summer. I am ecstatic -- and completely floored that I was chosen.<br />
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(Fun fact: if you click on the TGC link, the man in the photo at the top of the page is one of my Bridging Cultures colleagues!)<br />
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So I've been given the opportunity to meet educators from around the world, and I will soon be traveling around the world myself. Recently, though, I've had a piece of the world delivered to my doorstep through <a href="http://www.modernmapart.com/?rfsn=686814.c04cb4">Modern Map Art</a>. Check out the newest addition to my apartment:<br />
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Yes, yes, I know that St. Paul is not really "around the world" to me since it's right next to where I live (and where I'll be moving in November), but enough about that. Modern Map Art offers maps from over 500 cities across the globe, everything from Aberdeen to Zurich. I'm especially fond of <a href="https://www.modernmapart.com/products/des-moines-ia-street-map-poster">Des Moines</a>, <a href="https://www.modernmapart.com/products/omaha-ne-street-map-poster">Omaha</a>, and <a href="https://www.modernmapart.com/products/minneapolis-mn-street-map-poster">Minneapolis</a> myself.<br />
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Additionally, they offer a number of other types of maps:<br />
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And, there are more than just prints. You can also purchase maps in the following "accessories":<br />
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I am in love with my St. Paul map, y'all, and I have gotten so many compliments on it. First, it's pretty big: 12x18 (although they come in five different sizes). Second, it's on museum quality matte paper with Ultrachrome ink that is rated to last 100 years (or 200 if properly framed and protected). Third, the customer service at the company is unparalleled -- and they offer free shipping in the United States!<br />
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If you are interested in your own city/country map, please check out <a href="http://www.modernmapart.com/?rfsn=686814.c04cb4">Modern Map Art</a>. I, for one, am excited to add more maps to my art collection.<br />
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See you soon, y'all! I hope you're having a super summer so far! :)<br />
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It's been two days since the Return to Blogging, and I know you've been waiting with bated breath to see how my crazy fitness and nutrition plan has been going.<br />
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Well, friends, wait no more.<br />
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Let's start with Tuesday, the day that my "mission" started.<br />
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<b>Breakfast: </b>I made <i><a href="https://www.popsugar.com/fitness/Healthy-Baked-Eggs-Tomato-Sauce-34485522">Poached Eggs with Tomato, Swiss Chard, and Chickpeas</a> </i>for breakfast this week. It reminded me of one of my favorite Nom Nom Paleo recipes, <i><a href="http://www.nj.com/cooking/index.ssf/2014/01/paleo_recipe_eggs_in_purgatori.html">Uova in Purgatorio</a></i>. But guess what, y'all? This was better. I loved it and am already excited to make it again next week.<br />
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<b>Lunch</b>: I brought a huge salad for lunch today. Hy-Vee (my favorite grocery store ever) has a great salad bar, and I threw together a bucket o' veggies, a sprinkling of blue cheese and slivered almonds, and a couple tablespoons of sun-dried tomato vinaigrette.<br />
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What makes lunch a huge success is that it was our staff appreciation luncheon, and our administration bought us huge Subway sandwiches and delicious-looking desserts. I attended the luncheon but ate my salad instead of the other goodies.<br />
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<b>Dinner</b>: I made one of my new favorite recipes, <i><a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/blackened-shrimp-tacos">Blackened Shrimp Tacos</a></i>. I think I could eat queso fresco on everything. To drink, I had a kombucha, as I'm trying to up my intake of probiotics.<br />
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<b>Snacks</b>: I ate an apple and a Quest bar (my new favorite protein-packed treat).<br />
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Overall, I was right on track in regard to my macros.<br />
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<b>Workout</b>: I did a leg/butt workout that included deadlifts (starting with 135 pounds and working up to 165, as I'm still re-building my strength), good mornings, leg press (373 pounds), calf raise (on the leg press machine), two miles on the elliptical, and <a href="https://alexa-jean-fitness.myshopify.com/">Week One: Day One of Sore to the Core</a>.<br />
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Basically, I killed it.<br />
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<b>Mini-Goals</b>: I hit my 10,000 steps and drank four Camelbaks of water.<br />
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Tuesday was a success!<br />
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<b>Breakfast</b>: This could get boring. I ate the same thing I did on Tuesday.<br />
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<b>Lunch</b>: Again, this is pretty boring, as I ate my leftover tacos. <i>But</i>, I added some roasted asparagus.<br />
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<b>Dinner</b>: I forgot to take a picture of it, but I made one of my new favorite, easy, made-up recipes that I so cleverly call <i>Chicken with Peppers and Queso Fresco</i>. (I told you that I could eat queso fresco on everything...)<br />
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<b>Snacks</b>: I had an apple after my workout, and then things get a little trickier. I finished up some Good & Plenty that I had leftover from my weekend road trip. Then, J and I went to a show, and I had a beer (followed by soda water w/ lime) as well as a few of the steak fries he ordered.<br />
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<i>But</i>, all of that kept me within my macros!<br />
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<b>Workout</b>: Today was another kick-ass day at the gym. It was chest/back day, so I did bench (starting with 45 pounds and moving up to a formerly-easy but currently-difficult 85 pounds), close-grip bench (55 pounds), lat pulldown, machine back extension, seated cable row, Week One: Day Two of Sore to the Core, and two miles on the elliptical.<br />
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<b>Mini-Goals</b>: Yet again, I smashed my 10,000 steps and drank four Camelbaks of water.<br />
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<b>Breakfast</b>: You guessed it! I ate my last serving of <i><a href="https://www.popsugar.com/fitness/Healthy-Baked-Eggs-Tomato-Sauce-34485522">Poached Eggs with Tomato, Swiss Chard, and Chickpeas</a>. </i><br />
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<b>Lunch</b>: Yep! I brought my leftover <i>Chicken with Peppers and Queso Fresco</i> -- but I also brought some asparagus.<br />
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<b>Dinner</b>: Tonight I made an oldie-but-a-goodie: <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2013/04/crab-cakes-with-mango-avocado-salsa.html">Crab Cakes w/ Mango Avocado Salsa</a>. I forgot just how amazingly delicious these are. I also had kombucha because, well, probiotics.<br />
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<b>Snacks</b>: I had a Quest bar and some Metamucil. (I'm not even ashamed to admit it, and I don't care that it makes me sound like an 80-year-old man: Metamucil is the best stuff in the entire universe.)<br />
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In order to fit my macros, I had a serving and a half of the crab cakes and salsa.<br />
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<b>Workout</b>: I took a day off of abs and lifting because wow, I am sore. My muscles are like, "Yeah! We remember this! But it's been a while, yo!" Instead, I laid by the pool for a bit. Because I was still short on steps, though, I headed to the gym this evening for an elliptical workout and ended up cranking out three miles.<br />
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<b>Mini-Goals</b>: I'm killing it, y'all. Those 10,000 steps had nothing on me, and I have been chugging water like it's going out of style.<br />
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I'm really digging this plan.<br />
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I am someone who <i>needs </i>routine, someone who <i>appreciates </i>guidelines. I have given myself both with this plan.<br />
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Nutritionally, I am eating a wide variety of food: veggies, meats, cheese, fruit, grains, etc. And while there have been moments of <i>huh, I could go for a snack right now</i>, they have been few and far between; my meals fill me up and keep me full for quite a while.<br />
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As far as fitness goes, it feels good to be a regular at the gym again. I have spent years poo-pooing the elliptical, but y'all, I am giving myself a damn good workout on that machine. I have a long way to go before I feel like I can compare it to running (which is a kick-ass core workout for me), but I'm not hating it as much as I had anticipated.<br />
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But, I'm likely not hating it because I'm pushing myself like crazy. What I've been doing this week is starting with a super-fast mile -- and pushing myself to beat that super-fast time the following day. So far I've significantly smashed my records. After my super-fast initial mile is done, I do another mile or two at a moderate pace to keep my heart rate elevated and to get those steps in.<br />
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Tomorrow is Pedal Pub Day, so as I previously mentioned, I am not going to stay within my macro guidelines; I am going to have a nutritionally-sound breakfast, lunch, protein-packed snack, and four Camelbaks of water, but then I am going to have a few adult beverages and likely dinner out. <b>And that's okay</b>.<br />
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And aside from pedaling around Northeast Minneapolis, I'm probably not going to workout. The original plan was to get up super early and workout before school, but I foolishly had a coffee with my friend at the pool, and now I'm wide awake. While I'll set my alarm for 5:00, waking up that early is not likely. <b>But, I'll still get my steps. </b><br />
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This is my new "everything in moderation." And I'm really excited (and amazingly motivated) to see where it takes me.<br />
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It's been a while. Like, a long while. Like, six months a while.<br />
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Oops.<br />
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Life has been incredible the last six months. Some highlights include celebrating Christmakkuh with my family and my boo (J) in Omaha, celebrating New Year's with J and his daughter in St. Paul, road-tripping with J on our first family vacation to Florida and to Ohio, flying to Santa Fe with J and wandering around the city while he worked, being selected as one of ten teachers to participate in the <a href="http://www.afrst.illinois.edu/outreach/cultures/">Bridging Cultures Initiative</a>, being asked to present at big conferences in <a href="http://sscc.dmschools.org/">Des Moines</a> and <a href="https://www.hamline.edu/summer-literacy-institute/">St. Paul</a>, finding an amazing group of like-minded friends and colleagues, and I could go on and on.<br />
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Overall, life has been ridiculously amazing.<br />
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What <i>hasn't </i>been amazing, however, is my focus on healthy living.<br />
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As mentioned in my <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2016/11/mini-restart.html">previous post</a>, I have been battling a foot injury. Yes, you're reading that correctly: <i>have been battling</i>, not <i>battled</i>. You may think that it should be back to perfect now; after all, I was in a boot for a collective six weeks (minimum, probably longer), went to physical therapy for another six-ish weeks, received a cortisone injection, and followed every single one of the doctor's orders (for once) for seven months.<br />
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But you would be wrong.<br />
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I finally went back to the doctor at the end of April and had another MRI. The talus bone healed (yay!), but they didn't know what was wrong (boo!). So they sent me to a specialist -- which is what I <i>wanted </i>them to do back in <i>October</i>.<br />
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The appointment with the specialist was by far the best, most productive orthopedic appointment I have ever had in my life. He ordered more x-rays, gave me some shoe inserts for my semi-flat feet, injected more steroids into the joint, and gave me a light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel treatment option: surgery to break up the scar tissue (from a horrible ankle sprain I got in a soccer game seven years ago) that was likely impinging on stuff it shouldn't be.<br />
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(Fun fact: the specialist knows my brother! They both trained in Michigan! <i>Small world</i>.)<br />
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I am hoping that the injection and the inserts help, as I'm not super excited about a surgical option. (I've never had surgery, and that terrifies me.) However, it's been pretty uncomfortable over the past week, so I'm not sure how lucky I'm going to be in that regard.<br />
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As you can imagine, this has been extremely frustrating. At this time last year, I was prepping to run a half marathon -- a half marathon that I would end up PR-ing by almost 20 minutes. I was powerlifting crazy amounts of weight, and I was two months out from running 17 miles of a Ragnar relay.<br />
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I was in the best shape of my life.<br />
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And now, I'm far from it. I have gained 20 pounds in the last year. Just typing that makes me want to puke. <i>Twenty pounds</i>. How does that happen?!<br />
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Actually, that's a silly question. This is exactly how it happened: I have been eating (and drinking) whatever the heck I want and have not been able to run or lift like I want to. My cardio has been limited to swimming (<i>puke</i>) and cycling (<i>fun -- with the right spin instructor</i>). My lifting has been limited to upper-body and weight machines (<i>that do nothing for my quads, hammies, or booty</i>).<br />
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I want to look like I did last summer. I want to rock my jorts and slinky tank tops. I want to look smokin' in whatever sundress I throw on. I want to live in my bikini at the pool. Yes, I realize I can do all of those things <i>now</i>. But I want to do all of those things and <i>feel</i> like I did last summer; I want to be where I was a year ago both physically and, more importantly,<i> </i>mentally.<br />
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So, I made a plan.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am going to print this off every week and record -- in pen/pencil -- my plan and how I accomplished each daily goal.</td></tr>
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I'm not anal-retentive. Not at all.<br />
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Let's break it down, shall we?<br />
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The top portion of the document is clearly my meal plan: what I am going to eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks.<br />
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While I love Whole30 and Paleo and believe that they are excellent nutritional plans, they are not realistic for me at the moment (I like tortillas and rice), so I'm trying something new: IIFYM.<br />
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I put all of my information into the <a href="https://www.iifym.com/">IIFYM calculator</a> and determined the number of grams of carbs, fat, and protein I should be eating in order to gain muscle and lose fat most effectively and efficiently.<br />
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(Side note: I <i>abhor</i> counting calories and macros, but I need to do <i>something</i> and am excited to give this a go.)<br />
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The bottom of the top chart is where I will record how well I did macro-wise for the day. (I use <a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/profile/emmy815">MyFitnessPal</a> to track nutrition.)<br />
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The workout section is where I plan what workout I am doing when, and the miscellaneous section is where I note what kind of outside-of-work activities I have going on that day so that I can plan accordingly.<br />
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The bottom half of the page shows my targets for the week: I want to hit 10,000 steps per day (which I am finding to be difficult when I can't run), do four days of Sore to the Core ab work (so my tummy can be back to its flat-ish self), do four days of lifting and four days of cardio (which can be on the same day, obviously), and drink at least three liters of water each day (which equals four of my Camelbak bottles, hence the four boxes).<br />
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And that's it.<br />
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I know that it's not just a couple of goals. I know that this won't be easy. But I also know that I can do it.<br />
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(I should also add that there will be some days of exception to my brilliant plan. After all, summer is coming up, and lots of fun, celebratory adventures happen during this time. For instance, I will be partaking in a "pedal pub" on Friday, so while I will workout in the morning and have a nutritious breakfast and lunch, I know that I will be drinking beer and eating not-super-healthy food for dinner, and I'm okay with that.)<br />
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The one goal that did not make it on my chart (but may in the future) is blogging. I really like writing. And I really like how it keeps me accountable. I can't promise this will be an everyday activity, as I have a lot of amazingness in my life right now and blogging takes more time than you may believe, but I hope to write at least a few times a week -- definitely more than once every six months.<br />
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I look forward to y'all (<i>hey, <a href="http://cathyshowsup.blogspot.com/">Mom</a>!</i>) joining me on this journey.<br />
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Peace and love, yo.<br />
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And then I wasn't.<br />
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A few things happened: first, <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2016/11/hello-again.html">I ran two huge races</a> and, while I did really well, also injured myself pretty greatly. Finally in mid-October, I went to the doctor and discovered that as a result of a severe sprain six years ago, a fragment is off my tibia, and now I have fluid in my talus bone, which is causing the bone to swell. I have been in a boot since then, and while I have had it off for two weeks, I have realized that that was a poor choice and that I need to keep wearing it until I can start physical therapy.<br />
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Second, I was working out so much because it gave me something to do. Since I was still relatively new to Minnesota, I knew so few people, and being at the gym gave me human interaction, built-in friends, and again, something to do. Now, I have friends (and the most phenomenal partner), so the gym has become less of a time-filler, for lack of a better word.<br />
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Third, I got lazy -- not necessarily with working out (although I haven't been going as much as I would like) but rather with food. I have been quite busy lately, and I have found that Qdoba or Panera are much easier and faster than cooking. Also, my sugar dragon reared its ugly head, and I became addicted to Hot Tamales and all things sweet.<br />
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Needless to say, while I was looking (and feeling) utterly amazing this spring and summer, I am looking (and feeling) less-than-stellar now. Because it is starting to affect my mental health and self-image, I have decided that things need to change.<br />
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Deciding this in the middle of the holiday season is, admittedly, probably not the most solid of choices. While I really want to do a legit Whole30, I am not going to commit to that right now (and Melissa Hartwig, the founder of Whole30 does not even recommend doing so). Rather, I am going to eat mostly Paleo during the week and allow myself to "indulge" if the occasion arises on the weekends. In addition, I am going to set a workout plan for myself and actually stick to it rather than just go to the gym and "do whatever."<br />
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So, here's what this week looks like:<br />
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In addition to having a specific menu and workout plan to follow for the majority of the week, I am going to restart <a href="http://alexa-jean-fitness.myshopify.com/products/sore-to-the-core-30-day-ab-challenge">Sore to the Core</a>. While I think the majority of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/123659391058043/photos/a.598862620204382.1073741828.123659391058043/963637063726934/?type=3&theater">my stellar results</a> came from eating super well, I also know that my core needs a heck of a lot of work; I generally rely on my cardio (specifically running) to shape my abs, but since I can't do anything of the sort right now, I need to actually do some targeted ab work.</div>
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The other goal that I have for myself is to drink more water. This spring, Aly (my sister-in-law) and I did a gallon-a-day water challenge, and I felt <i>so good </i>while doing that. Lately, I have been drinking hardly any water and have instead been surviving largely on coffee (and maybe some wine). So, starting tomorrow, I am going to try and drink five Camelbaks a day. The only difficulty I see with that is school. (And yes, I realize that is a big difficulty.) We have one water filter in the building, and it is quite a long way from my classroom. And I also have limited opportunities to use the restroom (something about not leaving 33 teenagers unattended...). </div>
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I know my skin will thank me.<br />
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I really enjoy drinking a glass of wine at night. I have yet to decide how I am going to handle that part of my "lifestyle change." Right now, I think I am going to say it's a-okay, as long as I drink my gallon of water first.<br />
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But we'll see.<br />
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I think in January I may do a legit Whole30, in which case the wine would be a no-go.<br />
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That's a whole different conversation, though. When I did a <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2016/01/whirlwind-weeks.html">Whole30 last January</a>, I do not believe I did so in a super healthy way, which makes me hesitant to do a Whole30 again. We'll see how this amended plan goes this month.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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For now, my ultimate goal is to just <i>feel better</i>. I felt so freaking amazing this spring/summer. I physically felt super good, and I also felt like I <i>looked </i>the best I ever have. While I know that looks are not the ultimate goal, feeling confident and strong is -- and honestly, some of that comes with how <i>I feel</i> I look, how my clothes fit, etc.<br />
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I just want to get back to where I was a few months ago. And I know that I can.<br />
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Peace, friends.<br />
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It's been quite awhile. It's been over nine months, in fact. (No, I did not conceive and/or birth a child. I just didn't blog.)<br />
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In those nine months, I have been very busy. Here's what happened:<br />
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In March, I ran the Get Lucky 7K with MS, a family friend from years ago. Fun fact: she used to be my babysitter! Now we live in the same city again, which is super awesome. I am looking forward to running with her more once we're both healthier (more on that later).<br />
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Also in March, SH and I drove down to New Orleans (!!!) and headed on a cruise to Mexico. We hit up Cozumel and Progreso. I love the ocean so much.<br />
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In April, I worked out -- a lot.<br />
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In May, I ran -- a lot. And I looked super buff doing it.<br />
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In June, I ran the Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon (the 13.1 version of Grandma's Marathon in Duluth, Minnesota). I went up there with my assistant principal and her friend, and we had so much fun together -- and stayed in an old brothel! I kicked major ass at this race, PRing by nearly 20 minutes. After, though, I was a <i>hurting unit</i>. But it was so worth it.<br />
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I also started working at the gym. I loved it so much that I told them I wanted to spend even more time there. And they let me!<br />
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Also in June, my sister came to visit me, and we helped the Twin Cities kick off Pride with the Beer Dabbler. We had so much fun, and I think we're hoping to make it an annual event. (I'm not sure my sister knows this yet, though.)<br />
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For the Fourth of July, I celebrated with Jay, one of my very first Minnesota friends.<br />
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Also in July, I headed to Des Moines for 80/35, an annual music festival. I hung out with my best friends in the entire world and had entirely too much fun -- like, <i>entirely </i>too much fun.<br />
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In August, my best dude friend came to Minneapolis, and he took me to the Chelsea vs. AC Milan game, the first event at U.S. Bank Stadium, home to the Minnesota Vikings. It was my first big soccer match, and it was so much fun. I'm now a Chelsea fan?<br />
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Also in August, I ran Ragnar, a 200+ mile relay race. I accidentally signed up for this after an afternoon of being on a pedal pub. While I was super nervous and knew virtually no one, it turned out to be one of my all-time favorite experiences.<br />
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Also in August, I went to Omaha/Lincoln, Nebraska, for my sister-in-law's sister's wedding. (Confusing, right? We're all pretty much family.) It was so great seeing my whole fam.<br />
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In September, I headed to Chicago with two of my best friends in the whole world -- one from Michigan and the other from Massachusetts. We met there for a girls' weekend -- and to celebrate the wedding of one of our dearest Freedom Writer friends. It was such a wonderful time; we only wish KW could've been with us.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Posing in front of the Chicago River, noting how many people were hating on us for being the prettiest people on the planet.</td></tr>
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Also in September, my boo and I headed to Iowa for a weekend. We hit up the World Food Festival (where a cute little guy called us the "beautiful teacher couple" and J officially asked me to "go steady"), and then we drove down to Knoxville for Peace Tree's annual Brews & Muse (and my sister's birthday party). We had <i>so much fun</i>.<br />
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In October, my boo and I won a costume contest.<br />
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A week ago, my best Minnesota friend and I flew to Atlanta to present at the National Council for Teachers of English Annual Convention. We had such a wonderful trip to an amazing city, and we kicked so much ass at our presentation.<br />
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And just a few days ago, I hosted Thanksgiving. My mom and dad, my aunt and cousin, and my boo and his daughter all joined me. It was such a beautiful day with some of my favorite people in the whole wide world.<br />
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So there's a recap of nine months of 2016. This is not at all what I intended this blog post to be about, but if I write the <i>actual </i>entry, this post would be like 1,000,000 times longer than it already is. So, stay tuned for an <i>actual </i>blog post tomorrow morning. :)<br />
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Peace, friends.<br />
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Life has been crazy-busy (which I know is my excuse <i>all the time</i>). I have a day off today, though, so I wanted to make good on a promise from a couple of weeks ago and hook y'all up with the apps I use <i>every. single. day.</i> at the gym.<br />
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So, without any further ado, here are the top three things you need.<br />
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I first started using this app when I began my powerlifting journey, and I honestly don't know how I'd remember everything if I didn't have it.<br />
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Using the search function, I first find the exercise that I am doing. It is loaded with <i>so many </i>exercises, and if the one you're doing isn't there, you can "recommend an exercise" be added. In the screenshot below, you can see the exercises that I've done recently. (Because I do so many different lifts each week, I have to use the "search all" function fairly regularly, but it's nice to have some stored as recent, too.)<br />
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In this case, I clicked on "Barbell Bench Press." Before I start the day's routine, I can click on "History" and see the number of sets and reps and the amount of weight I lifted. This function goes all the way back to Day One, which makes seeing (and tracking) your progress really great.<br />
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When you hit "Finish" after the workout is over, it gives you a total number of points. At first I was bummed about the points not increasing every week, but I'm so over that now. I don't even know what the points mean -- or how you earn points -- so I don't really care about this function too much.</div>
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One of my <i>favorite </i>pieces about this app, though, is that it has explanations for all of the exercises and accompanying videos for most of them. There have been a few times where we have had to watch these videos in the middle of the gym, just to make sure we're doing the exercise correctly. It's a <i>really </i>nice feature that they're on the app for us.</div>
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If you are into lifting, I highly, <i>highly</i>, <i style="font-weight: bold;">highly</i> recommend downloading Fitocracy. It has made tracking my workouts so manageable -- and it's so much easier to carry around my phone than pen and paper.<br />
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<b>ALEXA JEAN'S SORE TO THE CORE</b><br />
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<a href="http://alexa-jean-fitness.myshopify.com/products/sore-to-the-core-30-day-ab-challenge">This one cost $6.99</a>. (Sometimes it costs $10, and other times the price drops. Follow her on Instagram -- <a href="https://www.instagram.com/alexajeanfitness/?hl=en">@alexajeanfitness</a> -- to know when to buy.)<br />
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So this isn't an app, but I do access it on my handy-dandy cellular device. I purchased the program using the link above. She then emails you a code with which to download the program. I saved it to my Dropbox and to my iBooks -- pretty much every place I could possibly save it.<br />
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As I've mentioned before, this is a 30-day ab program. There are four workouts per week (Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday), and each workout has five exercises, ranging from 30 seconds to 45 seconds. Between each exercise there is a 20-second break, and between each of the three sets of exercises, there is a one-minute break.<br />
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This is what the first day looks like:<br />
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This was tough for us when we first started, but now it's a piece of cake. This is the program, y'all, that whipped me into shape and gave me a tinier core than I've had in a very long time. <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2016/01/whirlwind-weeks.html">See the progress pics here</a>.<br />
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She has a Sore to the Core II out now, but we're going through the first one for a second time. In two weeks (when we finish Part I again), I believe we'll be starting Part II.<br />
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This one cost $4.99, but it's the best $4.99 I've ever spent.<br />
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When we first started doing Sore to the Core, we kept track of time using the stopwatch feature on our iPhones. Unfortunately, I was so focused on keeping track of when we started/stopped that I wasn't concentrating on the exercises, I was worried about messing up the time, etc.<br />
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I did some research and found Seconds. There are a variety of timers that you can use: HIIT, Circuit, Tabata, Round, Compound, or Custom. You can create folders of different workouts (like the "Sore to the Core" one I created below) and enter different programs into that folder. So as you can see below, I labeled each week as 1, 2, 3, or 4 and each day as 1, 2, 3, or 4. (So 4.3 would signify the third day of the fourth week.)<br />
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When we're ready to go, we simply click on the day that we want to do, and this timer pops up:<br />
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The woman will say, "Plank" and then let us do our thing. She'll count down "3, 2, 1, rest." And then the next exercise will scroll up. She does this all the way through our entire workout. There is NO keeping track, NO counting, NO messing up for us. It's all done for us.</div>
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It takes a minute to enter everything into the program, but it is <i>so. worth. it</i>. Seriously. Buy this app. Now.</div>
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(Side note: at the beginning of each period, I greet each class by saying, "Hi friends!" I try to avoid gendered language as much as possible, and calling my students "friends" has been pretty effective. On the rare occasion I greet my sixth-period class with something different, one of my little girls emphatically exclaims, "Um, hi FRIEND!" The little things kids notice -- and care about -- crack me up.)<br />
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So I obviously haven't written for a while -- 15 days, to be exact. This was totally not my intention. I have had dozens of ideas and updates brewing in my head every single day, but I have been so darn busy. I am done with work at 2:30 but often have meetings until 3:30, and then I go to the gym for an hour-and-a-half to two hours, and then I go home and put everything away (I hate clutter), and then I cook and eat dinner, and by the time I sit down to write, it's after 8:00, and I'm pooped.<br />
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I'd like to say that my lack-of-writing-regularly will change, but I cannot make any promises until life is a little less chaotic. Plus, I feel like I post most of what I would say here on <a href="https://www.instagram.com/emmy815/">Instagram</a>, and I don't want you all to get bored.<br />
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Let's cut to the chase:<br />
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I am on Day 22 of my second Whole30. And it's been a struggle.<br />
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I <i>loved </i>my first Whole30 -- so much, in fact, that I did it for 58 days straight and only stopped because I went out of town for a bachelorette party.<br />
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This time, I am going to make it 27.5 days and then call it good. Whatev.<br />
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So let's compare what's different:<br />
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<i>Then:</i> I enjoyed cooking up a storm.<br />
<i>Now:</i> I still enjoy cooking, but there are times that I just want to go out to dinner and not have to worry about analyzing the menu ingredient-by-ingredient beforehand.<br />
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<i>Then:</i> I truly loved the recipes.<br />
<i>Now:</i> I still love most of the recipes, but I need some variance in my life. I am so sick of sweet potatoes, eggs, and slabs of meat.<br />
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<i>Then:</i> I completely overhauled my diet and therefore felt a drastic (and phenomenal) change.<br />
<i>Now:</i> I don't eat like absolute shit on a daily basis, so I haven't felt much different. I can say that I am less bloated than I was, but that's about the only difference.<br />
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<i>Then:</i> I was sleeping better than ever.<br />
<i>Now:</i> It still takes me forever to fall asleep, and I still wake up several times a night.<br />
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<i>Then</i>: I was eating huge meals.<br />
<i>Now:</i> I know that I am not eating enough. I just haven't been hungry. That also may be why I'm not feeling the "<a href="http://whole30.com/2014/04/tiger-blood/">Tiger Blood</a>" or experiencing the amazing sleep that Whole30 promises.<br />
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<i>Then:</i> I was not exercising at all.<br />
<i>Now:</i> I am kicking my ass with lifting and running at least 90 minutes a day. This does not leave a lot of time for cooking. In addition, whereas Whole30 was my obsession the first time around, I am now way more obsessed with the gym, and nutrition, while important, is a side factor.<br />
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So anyway, I just want to be done.<br />
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And I really, really want a glass of wine. And a burrito bowl with rice. And one of my mom's chocolate chip cookies. And cheese in an omelet.<br />
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Friends, I am killing it at the gym.<br />
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I have been sticking with the schedule that I create every week. Here is this week's schedule:<br />
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If you've been keeping track, there are some new exercises this time around. I am switching up most of our accessory lifts so that our muscles don't get too used to doing the same movements. (Do you like how I pretend I know what I'm talking about? I actually have no idea, but it sounds good.)<br />
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Even when the "running" row is empty, I am still doing cardio work -- walking at a slow-ish speed on the treadmill in order to get all of my steps in. So far, despite technical difficulties with each of our trackers, my sister, my sister-in-law, and I have all reached 10,000 steps every day of our challenge. And all three of us have said that we are not going to stop after the 30 days is up.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As far as the abs routine goes, Sunni and I finished <a href="http://alexa-jean-fitness.myshopify.com/products/sore-to-the-core-30-day-ab-challenge">Alexa Jean Fitness' 30-Day Abs Challenge (Sore to the Core)</a>, and we both have seen tremendous results:</span></span><br />
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The pictures on the left were from January 4th, and the pictures on the right were from yesterday, January 30th.<br />
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I am pretty damn proud of myself, and seeing this progress makes me really, really, really excited to continue. Sunni and I are going to do the first round of the program again, and then we are going to purchase the second round.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used to be self-conscious in this top because it was skin-tight. Today, it was <i>baggy</i>.</td></tr>
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I haven't stepped on the scale (Whole30 rules), so I don't know how much (if any) weight I've lost, but I know there have been some major changes taking place.<br />
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And although I don't have a photo of me in them (yet), the jeans that I haven't worn since 2012 fit -- with no muffin top!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are the jeans -- that you can't even see. I just like this picture. :)</td></tr>
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Although I am so ready to be done with Whole30, life is obviously going pretty darn well. I think I have turned into a gym rat, and I am totally okay with that. It's clearly making a positive impact -- both physically and emotionally.<br />
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Many of you have asked -- either in person or via Facebook, Instagram, or text -- about the Sore to the Core program and other apps I use for workouts. Fear not, friends. I am about to drop some info on you in a pending post. Stay tuned for that to come later this week.<br />
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Much love to you all!<br />
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<b>Question: should I continue the blog, or would you prefer to keep updated on my not-super-interesting life via Instagram? If you would like me to continue writing, what kind of material would you like to read? Give me a topic, and I can talk for days. :)</b><br />
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<img alt="post signature" class="left" src="http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a538/emmy815/emmy_zps82770284.jpg" />Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-17713030967099867592016-01-16T18:44:00.001-06:002016-01-16T18:44:06.322-06:00So Much To Say, So Much to SayAnd now you have Dave Matthews stuck in your head. You can thank me later.<br />
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Side note #1: speaking of Dave, Katie and I saw him in Des Moines this past summer. We also saw him in 2009 at a -- very fragrant -- outdoor event.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We looked so much younger -- <i>about six years younger</i> -- in 2009!</td></tr>
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While I had a blast both times, I don't think I need to see Dave live again.<br />
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Side note #2: Katie and I are going to the Mumford & Songs concert in St. Paul in April. I can't wait. I love live music (and Katie) so much.<br />
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Okay, so back to -- or to start, actually -- the actual post: despite all of my best intentions, I have not blogged for nearly two weeks. I have so much to tell you about, and I don't even know where to start. It's been a super-busy few weeks (hence the lack of writing), and everything with which I have been busy is totally applicable to this blog. Let's get started, shall we?<br />
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First, I have been to the gym every day since December 29th, the day that I re-emerged as a human (from Stomach Flu 2015) and that I returned to Minneapolis from my Chrismukkah vacation in Omaha.<br />
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I cannot even tell you how much I love this place. I wrote a lengthy <a href="https://www.instagram.com/emmy815/">Instagram post</a> about it, but essentially, this place is my second home, my refuge. Time flies when I'm at the gym: my mind is clear, my body is focused, my sweat is on.<br />
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I think it also helps that I am most often there with Sunni:<br />
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Sunni, too, is addicted to the gym. This doesn't surprise me at all since we're basically the exact same person.<br />
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We have been killing our workouts. It is so helpful to have Sunni with me -- and my beautiful sister-in-law Aly with us from afar -- as we bust our butts with <a href="http://alexa-jean-fitness.myshopify.com/products/sore-to-the-core-30-day-ab-challenge">Alexa Jean's Sore to the Core 30-Day Ab Challenge</a>.<br />
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You guys, this ab routine is working wonders. We are now done with two weeks of ab workouts, and I have noticed some major change. I posted on Instagram yesterday that I had a non-scale victory with my skinny jeans not giving me muffin top (woo hoo!), and this morning I woke up feeling extra lean, so I decided to take some photos.<br />
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This is TWO WEEKS into a 30-day program (that will likely become an every-week-until-I-get-sick-of-it program for me):<br />
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In addition to doing an ab workout four days a week, Sunni and I are doing a lot of lifting and cardio as well.<br />
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Here was this week's workout, for instance:<br />
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On the days that I didn't run, I still headed upstairs to the treadmills to get some steps in, as I am doing a 10,000 steps challenge with Aly and my sister, Erin. So far, we are 14 days into the challenge, and all three of us have reached our goal every single day. (Admittedly, though, I still have 4,000 steps to go today. There may or may not be a lot of marching in place happening in my apartment tonight. Or, who knows? Maybe I'll head back to the gym for some more treadmill work. I am, after all, still sitting in my sweaty workout clothes -- because I'm a classy lady, you know.)<br />
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As you can see by the workout calendar, I have it pretty well divvied up so that we're only working each muscle group once a week. (I am pretty proud of myself, by the way, for figuring out this plan all by myself.)<br />
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I am also doing a fairly good job of listening to my body. I was supposed to run 1.5 miles on Wednesday, for instance, but as soon as I got up to the treadmill, I was not feeling it. I did my "long" run on Sunday followed by a really-fast-for-me mile (9:10) on Monday and a heavy leg day on Tuesday. I started off my run on Wednesday at a 6.0 pace and then dropped down to 5.5 and then finally to a walk; I tried to up it again to run, but my body was like, "Heck no," and I ended up walking the rest. I have been <i>killing it </i>with my runs lately, and apparently I just needed a break. So I walked on Wednesday and ran on Thursday. And that was just fine.<br />
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Please notice my "extra" workout last Sunday. Yes, friends, I did a pole dancing class. Laurie, one of my besties from work, asked me to go with her. This is the same friend with whom I attended an aerial fitness class a couple of months ago.<br />
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The website said that we should wear shorts and heels. I don't ever wear shorts, y'all -- never to work out and very, very rarely in the summer. I don't even know why I had these itty-bitty spandex shorts in my closet, but I did. I put them on with my four-inch heels and my are-you-kidding-me face and immediately snapped a picture to send to Laurie.<br />
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Thankfully, my heels stayed in my gym bag for the entire hour-long class. But you guys, that workout was incredible. We went to <a href="http://www.poledanceminneapolis.com/">Dollhouse Pole Dance</a> studio in Northeast and had the toughest -- and most empowering -- workout of our lives. Both Laurie and I were sore for <i>days </i>after the class, and despite our aching muscles and bruised bodies, both of us were raring to go back immediately.<br />
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Lucky for us (i.e. my bank account), there's a Groupon available for the studio <i>now</i>.<br />
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If you haven't tried pole fitness, I highly recommend it and promise that you won't be disappointed.<br />
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In addition to working out like a madwoman, I am on Day Six of my second Whole30. This one is going a bit differently than Round One a couple of years ago.<br />
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First, I am not having difficulty <i>at all</i> with the eating plan. I am not craving non-compliant food, and I'm not sick of eggs, meat, etc. I really don't feel like I've had to change much about my nutrition, so that's good. I haven't experienced the carb flu, major fatigue (other than the pure exhaustion from my crazy-busy week), or bloating like many do in the early stages of the challenge.<br />
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Second, I have not done a great job of meal <i>planning </i>this go-around. I need to be much better about that this week and will likely spend a chunk of tomorrow figuring that out. I epically screwed up Thursday: I didn't eat breakfast until about 9:00, and then because the day was so busy, I didn't eat "lunch" until around 6:00. As a result, I didn't eat "dinner" and woke up hungry in the middle of the night and slammed a Larabar. That shouldn't happen again, obviously.<br />
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I have had some delicious meals:<br />
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Both were very easy and will certainly make appearances again during this challenge. Uova in Purgatorio, in fact, might be a weekly occurrence because it's just as good for breakfast as it is for lunch and dinner.<br />
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I do foresee a few challenges with this Whole30, and those mainly revolve around events that are coming up. (I did not schedule this well.) I have a friend in town this weekend, a friend in town the following weekend, and I have a trip to Des Moines scheduled the weekend after that. That whole "no booze" thing is really going to suck. But, I can do it.<br />
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Whew! If you've made it this far in the post, congratulations! And thanks for hanging in there with me! I hope to start blogging more regularly.<br />
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Stay warm, friends!<br />
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While I was a bit over-served on New Year's Eve, I still managed to make it to the gym <strike>to mooch off their ESPN to watch Iowa get clobbered in the Rose Bowl</strike> to run on January 1st; I ran a mile, walked half a mile, and then ran another half a mile. It was a slow pace and an easy workout, and it felt good to sweat out the toxins from my NYE celebration.<br />
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Yesterday, Sunni (my MN BFF) and I headed to the gym together, and while she went upstairs for some cardio, I made leg day happen: squats, pause squats, and lunges. I am feeling it today, friends. (I think I'm still feeling some residual soreness from our NYE dance party, too: shakin' my groove thang to a 90s hip-hop cover band is a killer leg workout, let me tell you.)<br />
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Today, I headed back to the gym for arm day and a two-mile run.<br />
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While I've done a good job of focusing on powerlifting moves (i.e. squat, bench, and deadlift), I have neglected other areas of my body, namely arms and upper back. I decided that if I want to look smokin' in a tank top this summer, I needed to change that.<br />
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The arm workout was totally outside of my comfort zone. I get a lot of anxiety about trying new things at the gym, worrying that I'm not using the weight/machine correctly, that my form sucks, that everyone is judging me, etc. But today, I put on my big girl panties, did some research prior to hitting the gym, and convinced Sunni to do the workout with me. We figured everything out and got a kick-ass arm workout. (Seriously, how we're supposed to write on the board tomorrow at school is beyond me.)<br />
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After the arm workout, you guys, I killed my run. I ran two miles in less than 20 minutes. That is <i>fast </i>for this girl. I was so stoked. I then cooled down by walking for another three-quarters of a mile.<br />
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This morning, my sister-in-law and I also decided on a couple of other goals for the next 30 days: we are going to meet our 10,000 step goal each day (along with <a href="http://cathyshowsup.blogspot.com/">my mom</a> and sister), and we are going to complete <a href="http://alexa-jean-fitness.myshopify.com/products/sore-to-the-core-30-day-ab-challenge">Alexa Jean's Sore to the Core Ab Program</a>. Because I now have approximately 25,000,000 goals going on right now workout-wise, I decided to create a little calendar for myself:<br />
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This looks like a lot, I know. But it's really not.<br />
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See, I am already doing most of this. Like I mentioned previously, since I joined the gym, I have gone nearly every day that I have been in town and have either lifted, run, or done a combination of the two. This calendar is simply adding in an ab routine and two additional days of lifting. If I find that the arm and back exercises are too much or are not effective, I will simply modify (Sunni and I already found a couple of things we want to change about the arm workout for next week) or remove them completely from the plan. It's a trial and error right now.<br />
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In addition, I will be getting those 10,000 steps every day. So while I may not be running on Tuesday, I'll likely do a bit of easy walking on the treadmill to ensure I hit that target.<br />
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As I also mentioned previously, a group of friends and I are going to be starting a Whole30 on January 10th. (Again, please let me know if you'd like to participate, and I'll add you to our secret Facebook group.) While I am not officially starting earlier, I am going to be doing a sort of "warm-up" for the next week. I mean, I'm kicking ass in the gym, and it kind of defeats the purpose to come home and eat Kraft Mac and Cheese for lunch.<br />
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So here's that plan:<br />
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As you can see, I left off today as well as next Saturday. Today, I had sugary cereal for breakfast and Trader Joe's sushi for a post-workout meal, and I am going to make the sausage and potato soup for dinner. I will also spend the evening making the quiche that I'll have for breakfast every day. Next Friday night and Saturday, I want to allow myself the option to go out to eat, to have a couple cocktails, etc. since I'll be officially starting the Whole30 next Sunday.<br />
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I would say that 2016 is off to a good start. I'm pretty proud of myself and am super excited to see the gains I make. My motivation right now is off the charts.<br />
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Finally, I want to wrap up with a picture I saw on one of my friend's Facebook pages. She said that she did not make any resolutions this year but that this sentiment will be in the back of her mind. I love it.<br />
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Have a great rest of your day and an even better week, friends!<br />
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When I look back on 2015, I will remember it with mixed emotions. It was absolutely one of the toughest years of my life, but it was also the year that taught me many invaluable lessons and brought me great growth. And, it brought me to the Twin Cities, a place I love more than words can say.</div>
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As I did in previous years, I created a <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/emmy815/pinspiration-2016/">Pinspiration board for 2016</a> and wanted to jot down some of my goals for this new year, this fresh start.</div>
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Really, I just have one goal for 2016:</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">LIVE HEALTHY & HAPPY</span></b></div>
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As with all plans, however, this needs to be broken down in order to be manageable and therefore achievable. So without further ado, here are my five smaller goals for the new year:</div>
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<b>1. EAT CLEAN</b></div>
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<a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/allergic-to-whole30.html">Allergies aside</a>, I never felt better than when I ate according to the <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/02/whole30-halfcrazy.html">Whole30</a>. Starting January 10th, a group of friends and I are going to be delving back into the world of meats, veggies, healthy fats, and fruit. If you are interested in joining us, please let me know, and I will add you to our top-secret Facebook group.</div>
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Even after the Whole30, I plan to eat mostly clean. One of my most favorite friends does a Whole7 every month as a time to reset. I like that idea and think I may give it a go as well.</div>
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I am already off to a good start with this one. On December 14th, I joined the gym that is basically right across the street from my new place. Despite being out of town from the 22nd through the 29th, I managed to get in eight trips to the gym -- and did a bodyweight workout while I was out of town (and prior to getting the stomach flu). In order to earn the insurance kickback, I have to go to the gym at least 12 times a month, and I know that I will handedly exceed this requirement.</div>
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The first thing I am doing at the gym is lifting. As I mentioned previously, I have really gotten into powerlifting lately -- specifically squat, deadlift, and bench. I definitely want to continue this trend and increase the weight on the barbells. I also want to add in accessory lifts, especially those that will strengthen my arms, upper back, and abs.<br />
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The second component to my exercise plan is running. I impulsively signed up for the <a href="http://grandmasmarathon.com/our-races/garry-bjorklund-half-marathon/">Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon</a> (the 13.1 component to Grandma's Marathon in Duluth), which takes place on June 18th, 2016. I have 168 days -- 24 weeks -- six months to get in tip-top shape.<br />
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I would also like to run <a href="http://www.damtodam.com/">Dam to Dam</a>, <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-dam-fun-race.html">my favorite half marathon</a>, a couple of weeks prior. I pretty much just like to overextend myself as much as possible.<br />
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My ultimate goal is to break 2:30. I strongly believe that this is more than achievable given my current fitness plan, the six-month time frame, and my strong motivation.<br />
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Finally, I want to continue my yoga practice. It has been spotty lately, but I would like to go at least once a week. It really is mind-clearing and centering, and nothing compares to how I feel afterward. Plus, I can tell a great difference in my flexibility and strength (especially in my lower back), and those benefits are going to become increasingly important in both my lifting and my running.</div>
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Like most working adults, I get super busy (and exhausted) during the week. I leave for school before 7:00, and I head to the gym immediately after. I generally have a couple of hours in the evening to do whatever, but often those get filled with various commitments. Or, I zone out with Words With Friends or Facebook and realize the night is over.</div>
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I want that to change. There are a few things that I want to make sure I do nearly every day:</div>
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I <strike>want</strike> need to read more. I have only read a couple of books in the recent past, which is far too few for this girl. I have piles upon piles upon piles of books (just ask my friends and family who helped me move) that are just waiting to be read. I would like to read at least 30 books in 2016, and I think that'll be super easy, especially since I'll have all the time in the world this summer.</div>
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Additionally, I have really gotten into calligraphy lately -- thanks to <a href="http://cathyshowsup.blogspot.com/">my mom</a>, a beautiful calligrapher. (Seriously, check her out on Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/cathyboll/">@cathyboll</a>.) I have always been into hand-lettering and have created all of the posters in my classroom. I then started doing chalkboards in April for Maggie's wedding and even opened an <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/EmmyJeanDesigns?ref=hdr_shop_menu">Etsy</a> shop (that currently doesn't have any listings). Recently, though, I have focused more on straight-up calligraphy. And I'm loving it.</div>
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Finally, I want to write more. I'm not going to say that I'm going to write every day or that I'm even going to update this blog every week. I know that I have said those things before and have failed miserably. I just know that I love writing and that it is such a great outlet for me, and I want to be sure to do more of it this year.</div>
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I have always been blessed with amazing girlfriends, and I am indelibly grateful for that. In 2016, I want to not only maintain but continue to build and foster relationships with all of my girlfriends -- those in Minneapolis with me, my besties back in Des Moines, and my beautiful friends that are scattered across the country.</div>
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It is hard moving to a new city. First, it's so sad to leave behind such a wonderful family of friends. I miss The Sugar Donuts with every ounce of my being. Thank goodness for group texts and Facebook. But I wish we were closer so that I could invite them over for Hoppin' John tonight or join them for a movie this weekend. And second, making friends as an adult can be a difficult task, as many people already have close-knit circles. Thankfully, I have made some truly amazing friends up north and honestly believe we were all brought together for a purpose.</div>
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As most of you know, I am a super positive person by nature and view life through a lens of optimism (and often idealism). I want to continue to do so: so much of our lives depend solely on our attitudes and our perspectives.<br />
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Relatedly, I want to treat everyone with kindness and compassion. I believe I do this 100% of the time when I am at school with my students, and I am really good about doing this in the "real world" as well. But there is always room for improvement, and I want everyone with whom I come into contact to feel listened to and valued.</div>
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And on that note, friends, I am going to sign off. I wish you all nothing but the greatest in 2016. Happy New Year. :)</div>
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Well, friends, I think coffee dates are dumb. (In fact, I was just telling some friends that I would immediately turn down a date if someone suggested meeting at a coffee shop. I mean, isn't there supposed to be booze involved?)<br />
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So while I think the idea of a coffee date is dumb, I am all about talking about random things. Instead of "meeting up for coffee," I have decided I'd like to chat with you all over a glass (or three) of wine.<br />
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Please pour yourself a glass. I'll do the same.<br />
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would recap some fun adventures I have had with great friends over the last week.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Tuesday, my friend Kate flew in from Florida, and we went to <a href="http://www.kingsmpls.com/">King's Wine Bar</a> (where I want to be a regular) in South Minneapolis for happy hour. I haven't seen her in <i>years</i>, so it was nice to catch up in person. We're hoping to run a race together in the somewhat-near future. (And congrats, Kate, on your triathlon last weekend!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Friday night, some colleagues and I decided that we wanted to extend happy hour to a night on the town. The four of us headed to Uptown, where we checked out <a href="http://www.stellasfishcafe.com/">Stella's Fish Cafe</a> and the <a href="http://www.libertinempls.com/">Libertine</a> before deciding that we were too tired for partying it up on a Friday after a long week. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Saturday, one of my besties in the entire universe came to town, and he and his daughters and I wandered around one of my new favorite places, Lake Harriet. He and I had <i>a lot </i>of catching up to do, so it was a nice way to do so. Later that evening, we went to the <a href="http://www.crookedpint.com/">Crooked Pint</a> to watch the democratic debate. On Sunday, we went to <a href="http://www.frenchmeadowcafe.com/">French Meadow Bakery and Cafe</a> for brunch before he had to head back to the 515.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After Shaw headed home, I met my friend Nicole for a three-mile walk around Lake Como, one of my favorite places in my old 'hood. It was bittersweet being back, that's for sure. It was <i>awesome </i>to see Nicole, one of my first (and greatest) Minnesota friends.</td></tr>
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would tell you how excited I am about running again. After Nicole and I walked three miles on Sunday, I headed out solo around the lake for another mile. And I <i>killed it</i>.<br />
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I'm especially proud of myself for a couple of reasons. First, I generally run about 11:15 or so. Second, I generally run that pace long into a training schedule, so <i>this pace </i>was especially exciting since I haven't hardly been training <i>at all</i>. Third, I had already walked three miles immediately prior -- as well as three miles the day before. And fourth, I had just eaten the most unhealthy breakfast imaginable.<br />
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would tell you how thrilled I was with the weather this weekend. It is Minnesota -- in mid-November. There is supposed to be a boatload of snow on the ground. (Praise the heavens above that there isn't.) I walked around Lake Harriet in a cardigan and jeans, and I ran around Lake Como in a tank top.<br />
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would tell you that I'm feeling much more positive than the last time I wrote -- after <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2015/11/the-breaking-point.html">The Flood of 2015</a>. It rained all day while I was at work (at least I think it did -- I have no windows in my classroom), and when I got home at 5:00, the floor was dry. <i>Hallelujah</i>! Maintenance is coming to fix my raggedy floor tomorrow, and the leasing company also said that they were going to credit my account for the inconveniences that I faced last week. I was not expecting that, but I am relieved (and grateful) that it's happening.<br />
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would tell you that I love how peaceful my new apartment is (when it's not underwater). I have been so diligent about keeping it in relatively pristine condition: putting everything away where it goes immediately when I get home, making sure all of the dishes are done and put away before going to bed each night, sweeping at least once a day (usually twice), making my bed every morning, etc. And at night, I love lighting all of the candles and sitting on my couch with my kitties and a glass of wine. It's just so <i>calm</i>, which is something I have not experienced in a long time.</div>
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would tell you how excited I am for this weekend. The National Council for Teachers of English (NCTE) Annual Convention is in Minneapolis this year, and several of my former colleagues (and great friends) are coming up from Des Moines. Mags will be here Wednesday and is going to come to school with me on Thursday, and I am <i>so excited </i>to see her (and to show off my new apartment, school, city). I am also <i>SO EXCITED </i>to attend the conference, as it is always super rejuvenating and reenergizing -- and, I always get <i>bags </i>of free books, which is especially exciting considering I'll only have to haul them across the city, not across the country this year. Because you know what I need? More books. (Last time I went -- in Boston -- I literally had to pack my carry-on suitcase inside of my checked bag, just so I would have enough luggage for the books I knew I would receive. I then had to carry TWO huge, heavy bags on the airplane with me as well. Crazy.)</div>
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<i>If we were having wine tonight</i>, I would tell you that we need to stop drinking already: it's a school night. And speaking of books, I want to do a bit of reading before I crash tonight. I just flew through <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Necessary-Lies-Diane-Chamberlain/dp/1250054516/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1447729962&sr=1-1&keywords=necessary+lies">Necessary Lies</a></i> for my new book club and really, really enjoyed it. I'm about to dig into <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blackout-Remembering-Things-Drank-Forget/dp/1455554596">Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget</a></i> (how apropos) and then am super stoked to start <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/After-You-Novel-Jojo-Moyes/dp/0525426590/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1447729936&sr=1-1&keywords=after+you">After You</a></i> (sequel to my most recent favorite book) and then <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girls-Kingfisher-Club-Novel/dp/1476739099/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1447729916&sr=1-1&keywords=the+girls+of+the+kingfisher+club">The Girls at the Kingfisher Club</a></i> for December's book club.</div>
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However, I reached my breaking point yesterday. And it wasn't pretty.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm about ready for this storm to be over.</td></tr>
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It was a long day: I had a lengthy parent meeting after work, followed by a fast trip to the grocery store (to get ingredients for a soup I was making for a potluck today), an hour-long trip to my good friend's house for dinner in a torrential downpour, a 30-minute drive back across town for book club (still in the rain), and another 30-minute drive home. It was the second day in a row that I had been out of my house for 14+ hours.<br />
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I'm sure that utter exhaustion factored into what happened later in the evening.<br />
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So yesterday, I came home after book club (which was really fun), took off my wet boots, went down the hall to my bedroom to change into my jammies, and came back out into the living room. <i>Huh</i>, I thought. <i>I could've sworn I took off my boots right when I walked into the apartment. Why is my floor wet?</i><br />
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I turned on the light:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know if you can see this or not, but there is a <i>lake</i> covering half of my living room.</td></tr>
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It wasn't just "a little" water. No, it was <i>gallons </i>of water.</div>
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And it didn't appear to be coming from the wall. There were random little puddles in the middle of the room. The water was coming <i>up </i>through the floorboards.<br />
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Keep in mind, it is after 10:00. My whole plan after book club was to hurriedly make the soup for today's potluck and then <i>crash</i> -- I was sooooo tired.</div>
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Well, that was not in the cards. First, I called our 24-hour emergency maintenance. The operator did not seem super excited about sending someone out, but I told him that it was a disaster and that I literally had <i>no </i>way of even starting to clean it up.<br />
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In the meantime, I did what any normal 32-year-old would do: I called my mom. I didn't even make it two minutes in the conversation before I started <i>bawling </i>my eyes out -- like, ugly-cry sobbing.<br />
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Seriously, what the heck?<br />
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There was NO reason that I needed to be upset about this. Sure, it was an inconvenience, but my stuff wasn't ruined, the cats were fine (albeit stressed), and I don't own the property and therefore have no responsibilities for it. This should've been something that I could just brush off.<br />
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But I didn't.<br />
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And I couldn't.<br />
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I think every ounce of stress -- and frustration and sadness and disappointment and anger -- came out at the exact same moment. Apparently it was all just pent up inside, and this was the trigger that released it all.<br />
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Lucky Mom who had to deal with it.<br />
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She is so wonderful at talking me off the ledge -- and so wise. She talked about how I have dealt with some major chaos (and a lot of crap) for the last couple of months and that I have been strong and collected throughout all of it, that it was time for me to let it all go, that everything would be fine.<br />
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It was a good thing my mom listened to my sob fest because otherwise Eric, <strike>my new best friend</strike> the on-call maintenance guy would've had to deal with it.<br />
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He came in and started tearing apart my floor before setting the wet-vac loose on it.<br />
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<i>Eight gallons of water later</i>, he called in reinforcements (my other new best friend, Mark from the floor restoration business). It took Eric a while to leave because I think he just felt <i>so bad </i>for me; I think he could also tell that I was extremely fragile and ready to start crying (again) any second. I thanked him profusely, but he just kept saying, "I didn't do anything! I'm so sorry! I feel like I just put a Bandaid on a gaping wound!"<br />
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And honestly, that's kind of what he did; but, that's all he <i>could </i>do. As soon as he left, the living room filled up with more water.<br />
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Mark finally arrived (around 12:45 a.m.) with some heavy-duty equipment. First, he brought his truck around the side of the building and ran a huge hose into my living room and <strike>woke up all the neighbors</strike> sucked out more water. Then he moved all of my brand-new furniture, tore up more of my flooring, set up a fan underneath the laminate as well as another fan across the room and the biggest dehumidifier I have ever seen (with a hose that connected it to my sink).<br />
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This equipment ran all night. (Mark left around 1:30.)<br />
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After no more than three hours of sleep, this is what I woke up to this morning: a mostly-dry floor, aside from a puddle around the de-humidifier.<br />
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Oh, and a stack of furniture.<br />
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While no tears escaped today, it was a close call on several occasions, most notably when I was sitting in the property manager's office, entirely stressed out about my living situation. Awesome.<br />
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The apartment is mostly cleaned up now, but there are still some random areas where a bit of water is seeping through the floorboards, there's still one bookshelf out of place since I have no idea what the heck to do with the dehumidifier, and pieces of my floor are still missing. I believe Mark will be back tomorrow to pick up his equipment and put the laminate back together, so hopefully I'll come home from work to an immaculately calm living space again.<br />
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Oh, and the normal, everyday maintenance dudes seem to think it's an issue with faulty drain pipes. Apparently there are holes in the one that's right outside my living room window, which means that the torrential downpour that happened yesterday basically just immediately entered my apartment. Hopefully that will be fixed, oh, like five hours ago.<br />
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So yeah.<br />
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<i>But</i>, I went to work. And I laughed (and commiserated) with the most wonderful colleagues/friends. And I smiled and goofed off with my students.<br />
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I told my kids about my horrible night, and I told them the very bare bones of my situation over the past few weeks, and I did so in hopes that they could see that struggles, hardships, and difficulties don't define a person, that positivity, cheerfulness, and a good, hopeful attitude are possible, even when things are pretty darn crappy.<br />
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And that is something that I need to continue to keep in mind for myself.<br />
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Things will get better.<br />
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<br />Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-53476659133636344812015-11-08T19:20:00.002-06:002015-11-08T19:20:20.946-06:00New Apartment TourAs I mentioned in a prior post, <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2015/10/an-update.html">I have had some major life changes lately</a>. One of those changes included moving to a new apartment -- after spending a wonderfully relaxing three weeks with my sister-mom, Gail. (She decided that I am her daughter-sister since our aunt-niece relationship just wasn't describing the two of us aptly enough; therefore, she is my sister-mom.)<br />
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Interestingly, I don't have a good photo of the two of us from that time period. Perhaps it is because we spent most of it either at work or in sweatpants. So, here's a photo of us from a couple of months ago -- when we met for lunch at <a href="http://www.itsgreektomemn.com/">It's Greek To Me</a> in LynLake.<br />
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Anyway, I wanted to mention that I am so indelibly grateful for her support (and that of my uncle and cousin) during this very difficult time. I truly believe I am the luckiest girl in the world to have so many wonderful people in my corner. I honestly do not think I could've done it without them.<br />
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Also, it is so nice having family in town. I hadn't even been out of the house for a week, and Gail and I already missed each other so much that we had to meet for lunch!<br />
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Back to the topic of this post, though: I moved into my own apartment last Sunday. I was a bit nervous to see the place because I was such a hot mess during this whole process: I literally signed the lease without even seeing the unit. And when I was actually able to see my unit, I was so distraught and distracted that the only thing I remembered was asking the leasing agent how to work the dishwasher.<br />
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Yep: that was clearly the most important question to ask about the place I'd be living for the next 12 months.<br />
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When I first unlocked the door to start bringing in all of my boxes (of books and treasures, duh), I was again a little apprehensive: the place looked <i>tiny</i>. I swear that it was bigger when I did my walk-through.<br />
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Turns out all the place needed was <i>stuff </i>to look bigger.<br />
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Friends, I am <i>in love </i>with my new apartment: it is so clean, so spacious, so calm.<br />
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So without any further ado, I present to you my new digs:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm standing in the far corner of the living room. Immediately to my right are two floor-to-ceiling closets as well as my front door. To my left is the couch, which you'll see in a minute. I would like to get a big basket to put underneath the TV stand -- it would be nice for blanket-storage and cord-coverage.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my brand-new couch and ottoman. I love it SO much. And I give it one more week before a cat pukes all over it. (But cats: puke away. I got the protection plan.) I'd like to someday get a big comfy reading chair for the corner that has my nephews and candle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First and foremost, I'd like you to note the bottom left corner: I have a dishwasher, y'all! I haven't had a dishwasher since I lived in Omaha -- fourteen years ago! I love the stainless-steel appliances (including a <i>gas stove</i>) and granite countertops in my kitchen. Eventually, I would like to get <i>real </i>dining room tables rather than icky folding chairs. But hey, moving is a bit expensive. Also, the bicycle is not a permanent fixture there, although to be honest I don't really mind it. There is a bike garage on the property, but it's currently full, and they're working on putting together a second.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another angle of the kitchen. What can I say? I love it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aside from the way-too-close-to-the-toilet towel rack, my bathroom is really nice. There's a lot of storage under the sink (hidden in this view), and my little patio table fits nicely.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So what that I'm 32-years-old and sleep with a bunny and blankies? Don't judge me! To the right of the bed and partially seen in this view are floor-to-ceiling mirrored closets. The storage in this apartment is incredible. There are also floor-to-ceiling mirrored closets in the hallway from the front door, past the kitchen, to the bathroom and bedroom -- you can kind of see them in the next shot. To the left of the bed there is a wall of windows, and the cats <i>really love </i>to play with the blinds in the middle of the night.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's looking from the far corner of the bedroom to the hallway.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Chloe and Charlie wanted me to be sure to include their "house" in this post. They finally figured out how to use a litter box with a lid, and it's hanging out next to the bathroom.</td></tr>
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And that's all, folks! I'm crossing my fingers I got off the waitlist for a garage this winter, but if not, oh well. I've been parking outside for the last 14 years, so I can probably manage to go another with snow-scraping.<br />
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I love my apartment -- so much.<br />
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I also could not have made it what it is without <a href="http://cathyshowsup.blogspot.com/">my mama</a>. She came to Minnesota last Saturday, helped unload everything into my apartment, and then stayed until Tuesday morning to help me set it all up. I was at work all day on Monday, and she unpacked my entire kitchen <i>and </i>put together three IKEA purchases (the two book cases against the wall in the living room and the TV stand). Not only that, but she braved big-city driving, something she abhors, to help me in a time of crisis. I am so, so, so thankful for her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we are Monday night. We had no makeup, no couch, and no idea where anything was, but by God, we found the tiaras and the selfie stick, so all was right with the world.</td></tr>
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I hope you all had a wonderful weekend! Mine has been so relaxing (despite getting not one <i>but</i> <i>two</i> workouts in). I'm off to enjoy a glass of wine and my book before crashing for the night.<br />
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G'night, friends!<br />
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<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogger.com%2Fblogger.g%3FblogID%3D1164650651950330962%23editor&media=https%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-daYVP9aO4aI%2FVj_v41jfTLI%2FAAAAAAAAFkM%2FyQtF_61Z080%2Fs640%2FIMG_1593.JPG&xm=h&xv=sa1.37.01&xuid=mDEnobexTFPp&description=" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 33px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 5049px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogger.com%2Fblogger.g%3FblogID%3D1164650651950330962%23editor&media=https%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-daYVP9aO4aI%2FVj_v41jfTLI%2FAAAAAAAAFkM%2FyQtF_61Z080%2Fs640%2FIMG_1593.JPG&xm=h&xv=sa1.37.01&xuid=mDEnobexTFPp&description=" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 33px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 5049px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-13116723625531892922015-10-29T20:30:00.000-05:002015-10-29T20:30:39.645-05:00A Serious Matter<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thanks to the NFL and pretty much every other business and corporation painting the town pink, we know that October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. But October is also the awareness month for another issue that largely affects women: domestic abuse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Domestic abuse is such a major issue, and the fact that it is not widely discussed is more than disconcerting, to say the least. Do we not talk about it because it doesn't affect us? Do we not talk about it because we think it only affects a certain type of person? Do we not talk about it because we think it's uncommon? Do we not talk about it because we view it as excusable or as warranted? Do we not talk about it because we think we are alone? Do we not talk about it because of the connotations? Do we not talk about it because we are scared?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The reasons ultimately don't matter, I suppose. The fact is that we <i>don't talk about domestic abuse</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well, friends, I am going to talk about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why am I going to talk about it? Because one in three women are abused in her lifetime. I guarantee that you know -- whether you know it or not -- someone who has been affected by domestic abuse. That is a terrifying statistic, and that is why we need to talk about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Often when we think of domestic abuse, we think of violence: black eyes, bruises, broken bones. That is one type of domestic abuse, and it is certainly a major issue: <a href="https://www.dosomething.org/facts/11-facts-about-domestic-and-dating-violence">domestic abuse is the leading cause of injuries to women, more than mugging, car accidents, and rapes combined</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But domestic abuse is so much more than that. Domestic abuse is "<a href="http://www.justice.gov/ovw/domestic-violence">the pattern of abusive behavior in any relationship that is used by one partner to gain or maintain power and control over another intimate partner</a>." Yes, this includes physical abuse, but it also covers emotional, psychological, sexual, and economic abuse. Abusers use tactics and behaviors to <a href="http://www.justice.gov/ovw/domestic-violence">intimidate, manipulate, humiliate, isolate, frighten, terrorize, coerce, threaten, blame, hurt, injure, or wound their partner</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Victims of domestic abuse come from all walks of life: rich and poor, white and black, educated and uneducated, heterosexual and homosexual, religious and secular, young and old, female and male.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Perpetrators of domestic abuse also come from a variety of backgrounds, which is especially problematic. <a href="http://www.ncadv.org/need-help/what-is-domestic-violence">Ninety percent of abusers have no criminal record</a>, and they are frequently kind and generous to everyone outside of their intimate relationship. Not only do they not look like monsters, but they may (and often do) begin a relationship as an absolute Prince Charming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That is one of the reasons why women find it so difficult to leave. They are in the relationship, after all, because they love him -- and because they believe that he truly loves her. He is kind and compassionate and loving and does wonderfully amazing things for her. He understands her and consoles her and compliments her and brags about her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And when he "messes up," he apologizes profusely and says that he will make things better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And she believes him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">After all, she loves him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This, my friends, is the <a href="https://outofthefog.net/CommonBehaviors/AbusiveCycle.html">cycle of abuse</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another reason women may find it difficult to leave is because they do not have the resources to do so. Often, if a woman wants to leave, she has difficulty finding housing, as family members may fear for their own safety or landlords may not be willing to lease property to a victim of abuse. Fleeing from <a href="https://www.aclu.org/sites/default/files/FilesPDFs/housing%20paper.4.pdf">domestic abuse is one of the leading causes of homelessness for women and children</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In addition, women may fear the repercussions of trying to leave. The closer the victim gets to leaving the abuser, the more the abuse intensifies; not only does the level of abuse rise (and the safety of the victim become more compromised), but the frequency of the abuse increases as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I want to make it absolutely clear that abusive relationships are not always physically abusive, and I also want to stress that one type of abuse is not necessarily worse than the others. The <a href="http://www.ncadv.org/need-help/what-is-domestic-violence">National Coalition Against Domestic Violence</a> says, "Emotional and psychological abuse can often be just as extreme as physical violence. Lack of physical violence does not mean the abuser is any less dangerous to the victim, nor does it mean the victim is any less trapped by the abuse."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Manipulation and control are never okay. Never.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Feeling unsafe in one's home is never okay. Never. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://haveyounerd.com/2014/10/27/ray-rice-costumes-emerge-during-domestic-violence-awareness-month/"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Source</span></a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">First, if you are in an abusive relationship, know this: what is happening to you is not your fault, and you do not ever deserve to feel worthless or unsafe. Please also know that you are strong and that there are support systems available; the National Domestic Violence Hotline, for instance, is available 24/7 (<span style="background-color: white; color: #3b3b3b;">1-800-799-SAFE).</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3b3b3b;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Second, if you know someone who is an abusive relationship, there are a number of steps you can take as well. First and foremost, be there as a non-judgmental, supportive listener. Second, encourage your friend or family member to seek outside supports and to develop a safety plan. Third, allow your loved one to make her own decisions; after being in a manipulative, controlling relationship, having another person telling her what to do could be detrimental. Above all else, simply let her know how much you love and care for her.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3b3b3b;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here are a number of other resources:</span></span></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #3b3b3b; font-family: inherit;">The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence: </span>http://www.ncadv.org</li>
<li><span style="color: #3b3b3b; font-family: inherit;">The National Domestic Violence Hotline: </span>http://www.thehotline.org</li>
<li>Safe Horizon: http://www.safehorizon.org</li>
<li>WomenSafe: http://www.womensafe.org</li>
<li>National Resource Center on Domestic Violence: http://www.nrcdv.org</li>
<li>National Network to End Domestic Violence: http://nnedv.org</li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Peace, friends.</span><br />
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Now, let's get down to business: the business of the working-out variety.<br />
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When I left you last year, I had just finished the Summer of Running: I ran the <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/lincoln-half-marathon-race-recap.html">Lincoln Half Marathon </a>in May, eleven miles of the <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/market-to-market-relay-race-recap.html">Market to Market Relay</a> six days later, the Dam to Dam Half Marathon a couple of weeks after, and the Chicago Rock 'n Roll Half Marathon in July. In the midst of all of that, I had a cortisone shot in my knee and cycled approximately 20 bazillion miles.<br />
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Cardio was my middle name.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://alittlepinkinthecornfields.blogspot.com/">Amber</a> and I prior to Dam to Dam 2014</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me after Dam to Dam</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://herecomeshappiness.blogspot.com/">Aly</a>, me, Stacey, and Leslie after the Rock n/ Roll Chicago Half Marathon</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the Rock n' Roll Chicago Half Marathon (aka the <i>hottest</i>, <i>most miserable </i>race I have ever completed -- note to self to never sign up for a race at the end of July)</td></tr>
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In September, I thought I'd give the knees a little break and focus more on strength-training than cardio. I used a Groupon to join <a href="http://maxt3.com/">MaxT3</a>, a killer bootcamp at a downtown CrossFit box. These workouts were phenomenal: lots of pull-ups, kettle bells, ball slams, squats, etc. I was certainly wiped at the end of each workout, and I both felt and looked stronger. However, these workouts are just not for me: I get too focused on the goal (going fast to beat everyone else) and end up disregarding form, not upping weights, etc. Also, the gym was <i>super </i>unorganized (and is now something else entirely), so I did not have a hard time letting go of that membership.<br />
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When I started coming up to Minnesota in December, I began working out with S. He is a powerlifter and in crazy-good shape. He put together a training program for me, and we started working out together at <a href="http://www.americanstrengthmn.com/">a lifting gym</a> up here. I absolutely loved spending time together at the gym; S. was basically my personal trainer and gave me such great feedback, helped me with my form, spotted my heavier lifts, and praised my growth. I continued this powerlifting routine in Des Moines and felt <i>amazing</i>. I lost weight, I gained muscle, and not only was I noticing visible change in my body, but I was also <i>feeling </i>so much better, so much stronger.<br />
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Unfortunately, the workouts fell by the wayside when I got crazy-busy this summer. I couldn't work out as much as I wanted during tennis season due to late nights and lack of a gym (since I was using the school's weight room in Des Moines). In addition, my nutrition was less-than-stellar as I did not plan enough in advance, was out late for meets, etc. Then I was out of town and/or packing much of the summer, which in turn cut into my routine. When I moved up here, I worked out a few times (enough to get a membership at the lifting gym), but shortly thereafter, things took a turn for the worse relationship-wise, and again, exercise was the first thing to go.<br />
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About six weeks ago, I started doing yoga, however. A friend convinced me to go to <a href="http://www.corepoweryoga.com/">CorePower Yoga</a> with her, and I ended up getting a free two-week pass. I think I went at least six times in that two-week period. I <i>loved </i>it -- and it was <i>just </i>what I needed, especially because I was an emotional disaster. Yes, there were definite physical benefits to my practice (even in that short amount of time), but there were far more spiritual benefits: yoga grounded me -- centered me -- during this time of absolute turmoil. I felt tremendously better during the classes, but that feeling of tranquility (and those ujjayi breaths) really, really helped me in the many periods of distress that followed.<br />
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I moved out of my home nearly three weeks ago. Unfortunately, most exercise has ceased in that time period. My free-trial ran out at the yoga studio, and while I bought a Groupon for another studio, I want to wait until I'm settled in my new place to start that. (As you can imagine, trying to start a new routine while living out of a suitcase is not an easy feat.) I have done a few things, though:<br />
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First, I went on a few walks. My mom and I walked three miles around Lake Zorinsky when I was hOmaha, one of my new best friends and I walked around Lake Harriet in Minneapolis, and that same friend and I wandered around the Galleria and another cute shopping area in Edina this weekend (and yes, that does count as <i>walking</i>).<br />
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Second, I had a night of dancing with three great girlfriends -- who just so happen to also be my colleagues. I am totally counting this as a workout, as I wandered around downtown Minneapolis and danced my booty off in three-inch heels. Two days later, my quads are <i>still </i>burning.<br />
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While the walking and dancing count for something, I am in dire need of a legit routine. So, here's the plan:<br />
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<li>I want to continue powerlifting (squats, deadlifts, bench, overhead press, and accessory work). I have never felt better in my life. Seriously. First, lifting heavy weights makes me feel like an absolute badass. Second, it makes me feel grounded (check out <a href="http://www.oldtimestrongman.com/strength-articles/iron-henry-rollins">this article by Henry Rollins</a>). And third, it makes me feel (and look) <i>soooooo </i>good. <b>My plan is to lift three times per week.</b></li>
<li>I want to continue yoga. I bought a Groupon for ten sessions at <a href="http://heatyogastudio.com/">Heat Yoga Studio</a>, and while it's not CorePower Yoga, I am nevertheless excited to continue my practice. Like with lifting, I feel so grounded (and spiritually connected), and I also know that it does wonders for my physique. <b>My plan is to practice yoga at least one or two times per week.</b></li>
<li>I want to start training for another half marathon. Thirteen point one miles is my absolute favorite distance, and my goal for next year is to PR. I would love to hit 2:30, and I strongly believe that I can do this, especially with continued lifting and yoga. Running during the winter in Minnesota sounds a bit problematic, but I will have treadmills (<i>ughhhhhh</i>) at my new place, so there are no excuses. I will run outside until it gets unbearable (either in regard to temperature or precipitation), and then I'll resort to the treadmill. I want to start off with low mileage -- like, a mile at a time -- and build up speed and endurance. I also need to select a race to schedule. (Any ideas?) That will help me set up an actual training schedule for when the weather gets a bit nicer. <b>My plan is to run at least three miles per week.</b></li>
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While that's a lot more exercise than I am doing currently, I am really, really looking forward to getting back into the groove. I'm going to start this plan next week but also give myself a little leeway since I'll be getting settled; I will legit start the week of November 8th -- <i>no excuses</i>.</div>
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<b>No-Blogging Excuse #1: </b>When I last blogged -- August 17, 2014 -- I was gearing up for my tenth year of teaching. The start of a school year is always quite stressful, but last year seemed especially so since we were implementing a new grading system -- and basically changing our entire curriculum in the process.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not from August, but my partner in crime (Lindsey) and I during our staff golf outing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also not in August, but my other partner in crime (Mags) and I on her wedding day</td></tr>
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<b>No-Blogging Excuse #2: </b>In late October, I met a guy. Because he lived nearly four hours away and we spent nearly every weekend together starting in the beginning of December, most of my free time was spent either traveling, hanging out with friends that I would miss while I was away, doing miscellaneous things to keep the household running (especially amidst all of the traveling), grading papers and lesson planning so that I would have weekends free, and having long-distant date nights (i.e. Netflix binges, Words With Friends marathons, and hours-long phone conversations).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Como Park -- loooooove</td></tr>
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<b>No-Blogging Excuse #3: </b>Sometime in the spring, we discussed the possibility of making our relationship less long-distant -- like, zero-distant. I started looking for jobs and interviewing up north. After countless applications and several interviews (and job offers!), I landed a stellar opportunity.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh yeah: I also traveled to Washington, D.C., to change the world (and/or to drink wine with my Freedom Writer besties, Cathy, Katie, and Denise)</td></tr>
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<b>No-Blogging Excuse #4: </b>June was spent winning the state tennis title, traveling to Michigan to see my brand-new nephew (and his older brother and parents), packing boxes upon boxes (mainly of cooking crap, books, and treasures), and hanging out with my most wonderful friends that I would miss ever so dearly.<br />
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<b>No-Blogging Excuse #5:</b> In mid-July, I bid adieu to Des Moines and said hello to the Twin Cities. I spent the first few days unpacking and then the next several weeks planning for a new job -- a new curriculum, a new grading system, a new everything. I met with colleagues, attended trainings, and made new friends. I also welcomed many old friends and family to my new home and explored a brand-new city.<br />
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<b>No-Blogging Excuse #6:</b> Somewhere in this whole process, something went wrong, and my relationship did not turn out as anticipated. There is so much I <strike>want</strike> <i>need </i>to write about and process regarding that, but I have not yet decided how to do so. For now, suffice it to say that the last several weeks have been the most overwhelmingly stressful and emotional of my entire life.<br />
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Six no-blogging excuses might just be a record for this ol' thing. I assure you, though, that I am recommitting myself to it. I have missed writing <i>so much</i>, and I think this creative (and therapeutic) outlet is much-needed right now. I cannot promise that I will write consistently, especially in the next several days as I gear up for my third move in 15 weeks, but I promise that I will <i>try</i>.<br />
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I am super stoked for a recommitment to healthy living and have somewhat of a plan in place; I look forward to sharing that with you all soon.<br />
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For now, though, I want to take a minute to thank the incredible people I have in my corner. I have certainly dealt with a lot over the course of the last month-and-a-half, but I have also put my family and friends through the ringer, and they have never wavered in their love and support for me. They have bent over backwards and have gone out of their way to take care of me, and as hard as it is for an independent (and yes, stubborn) woman like me to admit, I needed it so desperately. I have always known the importance of family and friends, but these last several weeks have just reinforced how lucky -- and how <i>grateful </i>I am -- to have so many wonderful people in my life. Thank you.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Erin, Alicia (+ Baby), Katie, me, Emmy Jean, Leslie, Mindy</td></tr>
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(Also, I am still adhering to the "I only post pictures where I look good" policy for this blog, so while I have many more people for whom I am thankful, these are the only recent photos I can find where I look decent. And no, they are not from the same day, despite me wearing the exact same outfit. Stop judging me, okay? I'm living out of a suitcase. K thanks.)<br />
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<img alt="post signature" class="left" src="http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a538/emmy815/emmy_zps82770284.jpg" />Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-89562811490375102572014-08-17T18:07:00.001-05:002014-08-17T18:08:10.458-05:00Round TwoI thrive on routines.<br />
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I am sad that summer is over. I mean, I love sleeping in, bumming around the house, reading a book a day, traveling extensively, etc.<br />
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However, I'm not sure what it is about oodles and oodles of free time, but there is just something about it that does not lend itself to productivity for me. For instance, other than a few races, countless bike rides, and a week of boogie-boarding, I had a hard time exercising. And while I did not eat greasy fast food every day, I did not necessarily eat (or, let's be real, <i>drink</i>) super healthfully either.<br />
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As a result, I have gained back a lot of what I lost during my Whole30 days, and I am feeling not so wonderful.<br />
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So, now that school is starting again (and hence a routine is back in place), I have decided to give myself an extra little healthy-lifestyle boost and start another Whole30.<br />
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Tomorrow, friends, Whole30 Round Two starts.<br />
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There will be <i>a few </i>differences between this Whole30 and the Whole30 (or Whole57 or whatever it ended up being) that I completed a few months ago. First, as many of you know, I discovered that <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/allergic-to-whole30.html">I am allergic to many of the frequent-flyer foods</a>. The one that I am most worried about with this go-around is sweet potatoes, as that was an easy carb to add to dinner. I am going to attempt to simply omit those from my diet, but if I find that I need a little extra something with my evening meal, I am going to substitute rice, even though that is technically forbidden on a true Whole30.<br />
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In addition, I am not going to be as strict with some of the meat. For instance, I bought chicken sausage at Trader Joe's today, even though it has minute amounts of brown sugar. It was only $3.99 as opposed to the $7.99 I would pay at Whole Foods for completely compliant sausage. I will be doing the same for bacon: I will try to find the least non-compliant type, but if it has a trace amount of sugar, I'm not going to say no.<br />
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I obviously wouldn't recommend making these substitutions during your first Whole30, but since I've already done a couple months of eating wholly compliantly, I am going to do a variation of the program that will work for me.<br />
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So, who wants to play along with me? A good support system is paramount to Whole30 success.<br />
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<b>How were your healthy-living habits this summer? Any amazing recipes you think I should try for Round Two?</b><br />
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<img alt="post signature" class="left" src="http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a538/emmy815/emmy_zps82770284.jpg" />Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-25985107388098515862014-06-21T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-21T10:36:07.058-05:00Five FavoritesThis is the tenth edition of Five Favorites, which means that over the course of the past three months, I have shared with you <i><b>50</b> </i>of my most favorite things. I hope you've enjoyed reading these posts as much as I've enjoyed writing them!<br />
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<b>1. Old Navy Active</b><br />
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I know what you're thinking: Emmy, you've already professed your love toward Old Navy workout clothes 1,000 times over. And you'd be correct. However, I wanted to tell you about my new favorite find today.<br />
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Normally, I purchase these workout tops:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=53934&vid=1&pid=939724092">The Knotted Racer-Back Tank</a></td></tr>
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This particular cut is my absolute favorite because it isn't skin-tight (hello, muffin top with spandex capris), and it's a bit longer than most workout tops.<br />
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But, the hotter it gets, the more I realize that because the tank is 65% polyester and 35% <i>cotton</i>, it tends to soak up the sweat and get really baggy, really fast.<br />
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So, I decided to try one of the new tops:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=53934&vid=1&pid=967874032">The Cut-Out Mesh Tank</a></td></tr>
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This particular tank is also a bit longer than most, but it's more fitted and less flow-y. It's 91% polyester and 9% spandex, so it doesn't get bogged down and bagged out by sweat. Also, the whole tank has a cut-out pattern (almost <i>lacy</i>), so there's great ventilation. And as an added bonus, it's <i>super </i>cute: wearing this top, I rode my bike down to a pub to watch the World Cup match last weekend, and I saw one of my sister's friends who commented on how much she loved my top and how she couldn't believe it was a <i>workout </i>tank, as it was something she'd wear to go <i>out</i>.<br />
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So yes, I will be wearing this (in one of the three colors that I have already purchased) all summer. I'm going to have some sweet tan lines. :)<br />
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<b>2. Maybelline Define-A-Lash Waterproof Lengthening Mascara</b><br />
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Mascara is the one cosmetic item that I <i>always </i>wear: whether I am going out on a date or running a race, I throw on a coat or two of mascara before I head out the door.<br />
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Also, I hate spending money on make-up. I want the best product for the least amount of money, and I want items that are going to last a while.<br />
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Enter: Maybelline mascara.<br />
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I <i>love </i>this mascara because it is good-to-go after one application, it goes on smoothly and doesn't clump up, and it seriously <i>does </i>define my lashes. And because I always buy the waterproof kind, it <i>doesn't smudge</i>, even when I tear up, wipe my eyes, etc.<br />
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I'm sure it makes me look exactly like this:<br />
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Oh, and it's also less than $8 at Walgreen's. Done and done.<br />
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<b>3. My Road Bike</b><br />
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I talked about this road bike <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-specialized-experience.html">nearly a year ago</a>, but I <i>have </i>to talk about it again this year since I have been on it at least three or four times a week this summer.<br />
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I <i>love </i>my bike and think that I would be lost without it. It could probably use another tune-up, but I absolutely love everything about this bike -- even the clip-in shoes that have caused a couple of embarrassing moments this year.<br />
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Also, I have been doing a lot of work on my bike this summer -- all by myself. I figured out how to attach a pump, another cage, how to adjust my seat, etc. I wholly understand that these are "basic" things, but since I am pretty much the furthest from a fix-it kinda gal, I feel quite accomplished.<br />
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I'm pumped (and terrified) to take 'er out on a 50-mile ride later today.<br />
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<b>4. Report Sandals (Ryella)</b><br />
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I wear <i>a lot </i>of flip-flops during the summer. But, since I've been a little fancier this summer than ever before (read: going on dates and trying to dress to impress), I decided I should buy some big-girl shoes to match the dresses that I've been living in.<br />
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I must have walked the aisles at DSW a dozen times before settling on <a href="http://www.dsw.com/shoe/report+ryella+flat+sandal?prodId=298466&activeCats=cat10006,cat20034,dsw12cat440004">these bad boys</a>. I really liked them from the get go, but I was also nervous that they would get too hot and sweaty on our super humid days, that I wouldn't like the enclosed heel, etc.<br />
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But I am <i>so </i>glad that I settled on this pair. They're so cute, they go with everything, and they totally dress up a plain ol' dress very nicely. Since they only cost $35 and considering I've worn them every day for the past two weeks, I'd say I've already gotten my money's worth.<br />
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<b>5. Orange is the New Black</b><br />
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You guys: I binge-watched this show. And when I say "binge-watched," I mean <i>binge-watched</i>. I'm pretty sure I made it through all 13 episodes in a matter of three days.<br />
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And now I'm in withdrawal.<br />
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I love so much about this show (while also acknowledging its faults). I love that the cast is 95% female and that there are strong, well-written characters for the actresses. I love that it shows varying relationships between women. I love that it shows the stories and lives behind incarcerated individuals. I love that episodes can make me laugh and cry, can shock me and touch me.<br />
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Seriously, I need Season Three a lot sooner than June 2015.<br />
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<b>What are some things that you've been loving lately? Are you an OITNB fan? What TV shows hook you for hours on end?</b><br />
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<b>Find previous "Five Favorites" here:</b><br />
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<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/five-favorites-running-edition.html">Five Favorites 9</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/04/five-favorites_26.html">Five Favorites 8</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/04/five-favorites_19.html">Five Favorites 7</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/04/five-favorites.html">Five Favorites 6</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-favorites-whole30-recipe-edition.html">Five Favorites 5</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-favorites_22.html">Five Favorites 4</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-favorites_15.html">Five Favorites 3</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-favorites_8.html">Five Favorites 2</a></li>
<li><a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-favorites.html">Five Favorites 1</a></li>
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It's Friday, and since I'm back to semi-regular posting, I thought I'd once again follow along with <a href="http://www.the-good-life-blog.com/">The Good Life Blog</a>, <a href="http://www.hellohappinessblog.com/">Hello! Happiness</a>, <a href="http://www.northcarolinacharm.com/">Carolina Charm</a>, and <a href="http://alizadventures.blogspot.com/">A. Liz Adventures</a> for a little "Five on Friday."<br />
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Enjoy the randomness of my life. :)<br />
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Yesterday, I ran for the first time in nearly three weeks.<br />
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You see, I had <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/three-thanks_22.html">some major knee issues</a> that had been accompanying me for a couple of weeks, and then I foolishly ran a half marathon at the end of May. Because my knee was (obviously) bothering me after those 13.1 miles, I <strike>wizened up and</strike> decided to take a much-needed break from running -- and focus on cycling for exercise and to maintain endurance.<br />
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So yesterday was my first measly two miles in quite a while. I was fully prepared for the run to suck since it was in super hot and humid weather and since I had not run for a while, but I was pleasantly surprised at how good I felt.<br />
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And then shit hit the fan. Endurance-wise, I was great: I could've gone forever. Pain-wise, not so much. I made it nearly a mile around the lake before deciding that I should take a quick break due to the fire poker jabbing the outside of my left knee.<br />
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Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. The second mile included much, much more walking, simply because I was in too much pain to run.<br />
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And even more unfortunately, the pain did not subside when I stopped running and instead continued through the rest of the day.<br />
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My long-distance-running career may be quickly coming to an end.<br />
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I know you are all well aware of my <strike>obsession with</strike> love toward <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-favorites.html">La Croix</a>. Well, have you heard the news?</div>
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Yep: La Croix is feeding my addiction with <i>three </i>new flavors. Since I was at Target this week (and La Croix was three for $9), I succumbed. I picked up a case of mango and a case of apricot (and my tried and true favorite, lime), and both are absolutely delicious: clean, crisp, refreshing.</div>
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This past month my book club read <i>The Orphan Master's Son</i>.</div>
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This was the first book-club book (out of nine or ten) that I did not read. It was supposed to be absolutely amazing (I mean, it won the Pulitzer Prize), but I just <i>could not </i>get into it; I tried countless times, and each time I tried, it felt like I was just staring at words. I mean, I would make it several pages, but I would have <i>zero </i>idea as to what was happening.</div>
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Interestingly, it turns out that most of the other women felt the same way. I think eight of us were at the meeting on Monday, and two of us had finished the book, and one of us was halfway through.</div>
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This month we're reading <i>The Interestings</i>, so I'm much more excited about that.</div>
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Speaking of books, I decided that since the crazy storms had rendered me without power on Tuesday, I should reorganize all of my books. For most people, this would likely be a small task; I, however, have a lot of books and a little OCD, so this took me <i>all </i>morning.<br />
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First, I piled all of the books on my dining room table. Then, I sorted them according to genre: for instance, Latino literature, African-American literature, African literature, Asian literature, general literature, young-adult literature, memoirs, poetry and anthologies, non-fiction, education books, etc. Next, I alphabetized them within their genres. And finally, I put them back on their shelves.<br />
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Apparently I ended with more books than with which I started, so...that was another challenge.<br />
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While it took me forever, my anal-retentive self is very happy with the end result.<br />
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<b>~~FIVE~~</b></div>
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My sister has been begging me for months to head down to her town for trivia at Peace Tree Brewery; unfortunately, I have had bowling league obligations each time she has asked. But, since they're continuing trivia through the summer, I am thankfully able to attend.</div>
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On Wednesday, I headed down south, and my sister, brother-in-law, two of their colleagues, and I formed The Kids' Table team.</div>
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After the first round (Classic Album Covers), we only had a measly <i>two </i>points. (We knew a lot of the bands and music but did not know the album covers. Ugh.) In the second round (Random Trivia), we killed it with nine out of ten. And then in the third round (June Trivia), we earned another four points, which left us in <i>first place</i>!</div>
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I am so ridiculously competitive, so I <i>loved </i>that we won. And, check out the sweet prizes:</div>
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We each received a mini growler (I think they're actually called "stumpy growlers") and could have filled it with beer for 10% off that night. Pretty sweet, right?!<br />
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It was such a fun evening, and I am so happy that a.) my sister lives close, and b.) that she wants to hang out with me. I already can't wait for July trivia. :)</div>
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<b>What's been going on in your life lately?</b></div>
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<b>Have you read any good books? Hook me up with some recommendations, please!</b></div>
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Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-85752891838775052212014-06-19T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-19T09:07:32.496-05:00Three ThanksIt's been a while since I've seen y'all. I knew that a couple of you (<a href="http://cathyshowsup.blogspot.com/">Mom</a> and MB in particular) would get on me about it, but I didn't realize just how many of you <i>actually </i>read this little blog o' mine.<br />
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Ask and you shall receive, friends. I am back today with the regular Three Thanks and will be back (at least semi-regularly) with some new posts.<br />
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Please join me (and hopefully <a href="http://herecomeshappiness.blogspot.com/">Aly</a>) with our link-up, Three Thanks. If you don't have a blog, please jot down what you are especially grateful for in the comments section below.</div>
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I am grateful for my dad. I am thankful for him for many reasons, but today I am going to mention just one: a week ago today, he drove over from Omaha and attended a swanky fundraiser with me.</div>
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He arrived just before the event and left shortly after, so he spent more time in the car than he did in Des Moines. And it meant so much to me that he would drive all that way to and from to spend the evening with me.</div>
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I had such a wonderful evening being silly with him, chatting with him, showing him off to all of my friends, and having him all to myself. It was an absolutely awesome father-daughter night. </div>
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He is pretty amazing, and I am 100% certain that I had the best date at the event.</div>
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I am thankful for Shaw.</div>
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He and I have spent <i>a lot </i>of time together over the last several months. We obviously coached tennis together so were forced to hang out nearly every evening and then the three days that we were at state, and now that school is out, we have still been getting together nearly every day to go on a bike ride, to watch soccer, to grab patio drinks, etc.</div>
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Shaw is one of my best friends in the entire universe. He is one of the people I can be my absolute true self with -- silly jokes, poop talk, and all. And he is one of the people that I can rely on no matter what; I know that he sincerely cares for me and wants the absolute best for me. I can count on him to tell me when potential dudes are being stupid, and I can count on him to tell me that I need to stop over-analyzing things.<br />
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I love him so ridiculously much and am indelibly grateful that he's in my life. (And, I'm super stoked for all of the shenanigans we are going to get ourselves into this summer.)<br />
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I am thankful for the most fabulous friends' night in the history of ever.</div>
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On Friday night, Eric, Alicia, Katie, and I went to <a href="http://malodesmoines.com/">Malo</a>, a new restaurant downtown, for dinner. We had so much fun just chilling on the patio, catching up.</div>
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Then, we hooked up with Shaw, and the five of us headed to Gray's Lake for <a href="http://www.jasperwinery.com/events/winery-events.php">unWINEd</a>, an event put on by Jasper Winery. Again, we had so much fun just being together.</div>
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After we each finished our cocktail, we decided to walk the trail to Confluence, a great brewery about half a mile away. And that, my friends, is when the shenanigans started.<br />
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We goofed off like little kids the entire way to the brewery, and then as soon as we got a table inside, we started the most competitive game of UNO that the world has ever seen. I think we sat and played cards for nearly two hours, essentially until the taproom closed and we were kicked out. And then we proceeded to act like fools (again) on the entire trek back to Gray's Lake.</div>
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It was the most perfect night and, I think, just what each one of us needed.</div>
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I love those goofballs more than I can even express.</div>
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<b>What are you especially thankful for this fine Thursday?</b></div>
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Ugh.<br />
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But, the past is in the past, so let's focus on the here and now and get to <i>this week's </i>Three Thanks now! If you have a blog, please link up with me and my sister-in-law, Aly, with your very own Three Thanks post, and if you don't have a blog, please fill us in on what <i>you're </i>thankful for in the comment section below.<br />
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I am grateful for painless, injury-free running. Interestingly, I am not currently experiencing said painless, injury-free running, but because of that, I appreciate such running even more.</div>
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During <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/market-to-market-relay-race-recap.html">Market to Market</a>, I noticed that my left hip and left knee were hurting quite badly. Interestingly, my left foot was the one with the <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/lincoln-half-marathon-race-recap.html">huge blister</a>. I believe I was over-compensating or adjusting my gait <i>just a smidge</i> -- but enough so that I somehow injured the rest of my leg.<br />
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The Monday after Market to Market, I tried to run with <a href="http://www.iowakidstrong.com/srdm.html">See-Us Run Des Moines</a>, but I quickly realized that was a horrible idea since my muscles started hurting almost immediately. So, instead of running with them, I did some cardio conditioning (high knees, butt kicks, jumping jacks, etc.) and strength conditioning (squats, lunges, etc.). On Tuesday, I played tennis with the girls, but again, my muscles were quite sore. So, I took Wednesday through Friday off and then ran with the kids again on Saturday morning.<br />
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We had four miles on the docket, and I started off feeling <i>great</i> -- so great that I was running ten- and 11-minute miles, which is pretty darn good for me. Pretty much right at mile two, however, the pain really set in with my knee, and I pretty much gimped it (at a 13-minute pace) the rest of the way back. (I was able to run on downhills and flat surfaces because I could put less weight on my left leg, but it was nearly impossible to run that way uphill.)<br />
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Then, my knee continued to hurt the entire weekend, despite icing and Ibuprofen-ing.<br />
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So, this injury is making me really, really appreciate that I am usually able to run injury- and pain-free (as much as I like to whine about it sometimes).<br />
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I am thankful for good guys.</div>
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It has been so long since I have been excited about a guy. It has been so long since I have been super comfortable in front of a guy. It has been so long since a guy has made me feel special. It has been so long since a guy has tried to impress me. It has been so long since I have felt like a partner in a relationship. It has been so long since a guy has made me feel <i>not </i>crazy.</div>
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Let's go with something a little less serious for this one: I am grateful for patio weather.<br />
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I mean, just <i>look </i>at the forecast for the next few days. I envision a lot of sundresses, bike rides, and patio-drinking.<br />
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Honestly, probably my favorite thing about 70-degree weather is a good patio. I don't think there's much better than enjoying a refreshing drink (a good Moscow Mule, perhaps) in the sun on a patio with some good friends. (How about <i>that </i>for some prepositional phrases? And how about <i>that </i>for being a huge nerd?)<br />
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We're supposed to get a bit of rain on Sunday, which is why I cut that screen shot a bit short, but after three glorious days -- and the amazing weather we've had thus far this week -- I can deal with a few storms on Sunday.<br />
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Yay, summertime.<br />
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<b>What are you most thankful for today?</b><br />
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As I have mentioned the past few posts, I am sorry for the absence as of late: life has been <i>busy</i>! Get ready for my list of excuses:<br />
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<li>School is winding down for the semester, and as a result, I have been insanely busy trying to plan lessons, write final assessments, contact parents of failing students, grade papers, etc. It's been crazy.</li>
<li>Tennis has been keeping me busy until fairly late into the evenings, rendering me too tired to do much of anything once I get home.</li>
<li>Other activities -- judging a talent show, going on a couple of dates, heading to doctors' appointments, and running races -- have taken up a lot of my time.</li>
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Essentially, I'm trying to tell you that in three more weeks -- as soon as school is over and summer hits -- my blogging will become much, much more regular.</div>
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But, enough with my excuses: let's get to the meat of this post.</div>
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<b>Allergies</b>.</div>
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I have mentioned several times that over the course of the last two months, I have had some really horrible allergic reactions. I cannot remember, however, if I actually showed you photos. So, let's take a trip back in time:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the rash that has cropped up pretty much all over my arms, torso, abdomen, butt,<br />and back over the last couple of months. It's really, really pleasant. Also, I'm not sure what's<br />going on with my tummy in this picture; it's lumpy, for sure, but I swear it's not<i> this </i>lumpy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the reaction I had at school one morning -- the one that <i>finally </i>prompted me to<br />call a doctor. This was also the reaction with which the doctor gave me an EpiPen -- and <br />the one where I was certain I looked like Sloth.</td></tr>
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Interestingly, these reactions occurred when I <i>finally </i>started taking care of my body, especially nutrition-wise. I had cut out all preservatives/processed foods, all added sugars, all gluten, all alcohol, all dairy, all legumes, all white potatoes, etc. I was eating nothing but good, clean, whole foods.</div>
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And my body rejected this lifestyle.</div>
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Starting about halfway through my Whole30, I had major allergic reactions. When my Whole30 (or Whole56-ish) ended and I started adding in "non-compliant" foods, I stopped having reactions: my body was back to normal.</div>
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And, I had five doctors' -- dermatologist, family practice, and allergist -- appointments during that time as well. Finally, on Friday, I received some answers after the allergist tested me for food allergies (which included lying on my tummy for 15 minutes while the nurse poked me with 72 different potential allergens).</div>
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Here are the results, friends:</div>
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<b>Cantaloupe:</b> Interestingly, I <i>hated </i>cantaloupe as a kid. I have two theories on this: either my body knew I was allergic to this fruit so automatically disliked it, or I became allergic to it because I was not exposed to it. Either way, I'm not too disappointed. I mean, I like cantaloupe <i>now</i>, but oh well.</div>
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<b>Grapes:</b> I bought a bag full of grapes on Thursday, the day before my test. Awesome. I'm not too bummed by this one -- aside from the fact that the doctor also reminded me that this meant <i><b>no wine</b>! </i>Say what?!</div>
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<b>Milk</b>: And yes, this also means no cheese, no sour cream, no ice cream, no yogurt, no cottage cheese, etc. I don't eat much dairy at all, but I do enjoy the occasional ice cream or fro-yo (and who doesn't like cheese?!), so this is kind of a major bummer. Interestingly, my tummy doesn't react super well to a glass of milk or a slab of cheese, so it could be somehow related? </div>
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<b>Lamb:</b> I like gyros, but other than that, who cares?</div>
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<b>Pork:</b> No bacon?! Ugh. This is yet another interesting one to me: I have disliked pork (with the exception of bacon) almost my entire life. Hmm...</div>
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<b>Onion:</b> I'm allergic to <i>onion</i>?! I didn't even know this was a <i>possibility</i>!</div>
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<b>Potatoes: </b>Unfortunately, this includes both white potatoes and sweet potatoes. This is <i>the worst </i>for me: I eat at least one sweet potato <i>per day</i>. And now I can't have <i>any</i>?!</div>
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<b>Raspberry:</b> Yep, I am allergic to my favorite fruit. Wow.</div>
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So, it's <i>no wonder </i>that I was so allergic during my Whole30: I mean, <i>all I was eating</i> was food that I was allergic to! Seriously, I ate more pork, onions, and especially sweet potatoes than I have in my entire life. When I introduced non-compliant foods into my diet, my body had more to work with and wasn't just being inundated by allergens.</div>
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On Friday, I thought this was absolutely hysterical: I was <i>cracking up</i> at the fact that I was allergic to all of this stuff. I posted on Facebook that the whole "no wine" thing was going to kill me, I called my mom and my sister-in-law to joke about what a freak I am, etc. It was hilarious.</div>
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Now, however, I'm thinking it's a heck of a lot less funny. And, I'm thinking that meal-planning has gotten a heck of a lot tougher.</div>
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<i>But</i>, I am trying to keep it in perspective, too: these aren't allergens that cause me to go into anaphylactic shock, I don't suffer from celiac disease (which would limit a heck of a lot more foods), I don't have an auto-immune disorder (which is what I was fearing after the first round of tests), etc. I <i>just </i>have a few foods that cause rashes and swelling. I can deal with that.</div>
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It's going to be difficult, though.</div>
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I mean, Katie and Emmy Jean and I headed to Eatery A yesterday for happy hour, and we were trying to order a couple of pizzas to share. Because the white sauce obviously included dairy and the red sauce contained onions, I basically ordered a sauce-less pizza with fig jam and greens. Yum, yum. (And obviously this would not be a Whole30 meal, but that's besides the point...)</div>
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The doctor told me that I needed to <i>completely </i>cut out all eight of those foods for <i>one week</i>. He then told me that I needed to reintroduce each of the foods individually into my diet for a couple of days to see how I react.</div>
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So, that is what I'll do: I'm going to start another Whole30 (with a couple of exceptions), and add the above eight items into the "non-compliant" category. I'll add those back in after the fact and see how it goes, I suppose.</div>
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Prior to this whole diagnosis, I was reading labels like <i>crazy</i>: that's kind of the point of Whole30, after all. Now, though, I need to read labels even <i>more </i>closely.</div>
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While the doctor said that they all reacted with the same intensity, I'm just guessing that sweet potatoes and onions are the biggest culprits.</div>
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<b>Do you have food allergies? Any great advice for me to meal plan (especially sans sweet potatoes and onions)?</b></div>
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<img alt="post signature" class="left" src="http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a538/emmy815/emmy_zps82770284.jpg" />Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542656622598774255noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164650651950330962.post-38567247607633254152014-05-13T07:00:00.000-05:002014-05-13T07:00:01.316-05:00Market to Market Relay Race RecapOn Saturday, six days after running the <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2014/05/lincoln-half-marathon-race-recap.html">Lincoln Half Marathon</a>, I ran Iowa's second <a href="http://iowa.markettomarketrelay.com/">Market to Market Relay</a>.<br />
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Market to Market was founded by Ben Cohoon and Jason Bakewell, two guys that I have known forever -- like, <i>elementary school, forever</i>. It started in Nebraska a few years ago, <a href="http://theswallowflies.blogspot.com/2013/05/market-to-market.html">came to Iowa last year</a>, and is heading to Ohio for the first time this year. I'm super excited that the guys are doing well -- and even more excited that they're putting on killer races for me to run. :)<br />
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I was a bit nervous going into this race since I was quite injured from Lincoln. You saw my foot a week ago, and I was going to post another pic of it in this post, but I can barely even look at it. You can thank me for sparing you that gruesomeness later. :)<br />
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And, let's be real: I ran 13.1 miles after not a whole lot of training, and I had nearly 11 miles to run only six days later.<br />
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My nervousness was not without reason.<br />
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One thing I was sure of was that we were going to have a freaking blast. My team consisted of seven rockstar staff members from my school: five teachers, a counselor, and our attendance officer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Are those retro uniforms badass, or what?</td></tr>
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We met downtown at <i>5:30 </i>in the morning to park our cars and load up the minivan that Maggie's parents so generously loaned to us. We then drove <i>75 miles </i>to Jefferson, Iowa, for the start of the race. (And the further and further that we drove, the more we were thinking that we were <i>bat-shit crazy </i>since we were relying on our legs to get us back to Des Moines.)<br />
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Waves started leaving Jefferson at 6:00 a.m., but we didn't have to take off until 7:30. We hung around the starting line for a bit, made sure our gear was ready to go, grabbed some free water, used the facilities, and saw our first runner, Jeff, off:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love how the trombone-playing gorilla leads the charge.</td></tr>
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As soon as Jeff left the gate, my nerves were at a ten. It was my turn to follow him, so I only had about 45 minutes before I actually had to run.<br />
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We skid-addled to the first exchange point, where I blasted some Montell Jordan (you know, to get me pumped and ready to go), took care of my normal pre-race porta-potty necessities, and got even more nervous.<br />
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Before I knew it, Jeff was in the exchange point and handing me the timing bracelet, and I was off. I had a three-mile stint to start my running for the day, and while it was short, it was pretty much all uphill -- a gradual incline, but a hill nonetheless. And, it started raining almost immediately as I started running.<br />
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I started at a pretty good clip (9:30/mile, which is <i>insane </i>for me), so I tired fairly quickly. I took a walk break for one minute at each mile, and that seemed to be a good plan for that leg.<br />
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Also, because earbuds weren't allowed on the course, I had to find inspiration elsewhere. For some reason, I thought about my colleague's wife who is battling cancer. I repeated over and over (<i>and over and over some more</i>) to myself, "Running isn't hard: fighting cancer is hard. Running isn't hard: fighting cancer is hard." And I finished those darn miles.<br />
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It wasn't my fastest run ever, but I wasn't too disappointed in myself.<br />
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Interestingly, my foot didn't hurt all that bad during my run. However, my left leg (hip and knee) were very, very achy, and I'm pretty sure that's because I was somehow overcompensating for my foot -- and likely running just a smidge differently. And, when we stopped at the next exchange point and I got out of the car, my foot started throbbing. So, I took off my shoe and walked around like this the entire day:<br />
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Yep: I was pretty darn sexy. (I also ended up wrapping/re-wrapping my foot for each leg. The ointment -- anti-bacterial stuff and/or zinc oxide, gauze, and pre-wrap only held up so well.)<br />
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The course was absolutely beautiful. I loved that we got to see so much of the countryside, including grain elevators, cornfields, cows and horses, trees, gardens, and more.<br />
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It was <i>so rural</i>, in fact, that we had to wait for a tractor/combine/something to pass:<br />
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I don't know why, but this absolutely killed me. Only in Iowa, I suppose.<br />
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After everyone ran his or her first leg and Jeff ran his second, it was my turn yet again: and this time, I had to run 4.6 miles.<br />
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I was <i>super </i>nervous for this leg, but it ended up going pretty darn well, even though it was approximately 8,000 degrees, and I was wearing a very unbreathable basketball jersey.<br />
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The route didn't seem as far because there were more twists and turns (instead of one straight shot like my first run). However, the jaunt to the exchange point seemed to last forever since I could see it about a mile before I actually got there: <i>super ugh</i>.<br />
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But, yet again, I did it. This time my mantra was as follows: "Miles to go before I sleep. You are stronger than you think." I repeated this over and over in the same rhythm that I was running. It was very helpful -- so helpful, in fact, that I got annoyed when people tried to say hi or talk to me because it totally broke that rhythm.<br />
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At each exchange point, we hung out with several other teams who were also waiting for their runners. My favorite team by far this year was the Husker Tailgate team. I mean, just look at their set-up:<br />
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At each stop, they laid down the turf, set up a game of bags, inflated Herbie, erected (tee hee) the sign, and blasted Nebraska-themed music (which I need to acquire).<br />
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This particular park was absolutely glorious, and I think we were all able to get a bit of a snooze in. (I especially like Emily (far right) who fell asleep with her Gatorade and open bag of beef jerky next to her.)</div>
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Unfortunately, we got some weather later in the day: the wind picked up like crazy, the temperature dropped quite a bit, the rain started pelting down, and lightning definitely happened. But, we (perhaps foolishly) kept going.</div>
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This is also about the time that we started getting really, really far behind all of the other teams, about the time that only three or four other teams were at the exchange points with us. I don't think we did too horribly bad time-wise, but I definitely think we should've been in an earlier heat: it was hard to stay motivated when it was <i>just us</i> and it was clear that we were going to be the last team finishing.</div>
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But, we somehow kept on trucking.</div>
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My last leg was only another three miles, and I knew it could've gone one of two ways: awesomely because it is a route I run all the time (Ashworth Pool to Gray's Lake) or horribly since I had already run nearly eight miles.</div>
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That last leg was a little awesome and a lot horrible. I loved running a route that I knew, but about a mile in, my knee completely gave out. I was limping like crazy, trying to run as much as I could. But, was super tough.</div>
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I ended up finishing (barely) with a not-so-awesome time:</div>
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There was no mantra for that last leg. Instead, I kept focusing on how much my knee hurt, how badly I just wanted to be done.<br />
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I handed off the timing bracelet to Mags, and the rest of the team and I headed downtown to meet her for our last leg of the day: 0.3 miles as a team.<br />
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And we did it. It's pretty remarkable to me -- still to think about it even now -- that the seven of us ran a total of 75 miles. I mean, that's pretty unreal.<br />
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It was a super-fun day, and I am so glad we did it. I cannot wait for next year -- and will definitely train more so that we don't come in DFL.<br />
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Thanks for yet another great race, Ben, Jason, and the rest of the Market to Market team!<br />
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