Motivating the Ones we Love (Without starting WWIII)

One of my biggest struggles is being supportive and motivating to my husband, Nick. This is especially hard for me as I’m very non-confrontational and I don’t like to make people dislike me, unless you’re my children in which case I’m awesome at it. I know Nick wants to be healthy, I know he wants to workout more, eat better, and get into better shape. However, when I bring it up it’s not always rainbows and puppies and smiles, it’s often frustration and trying to motivate without coming off as “nagging” or “harping” or “sarcastically commenting on their lack of drive”. That last one NEVER happens….never….ever…..crap. As someone who loves to workout and has goal after goal after goal to reach towards, helping someone you love find their motivation and a goal can often be shaky ground ripe with land mines. Especially if you’re a guy and you’re trying to help your gal get in shape even when she says “I’m so fat, I just want to be in shape” or “I hate that I’m not losing this baby weight!!” its a delicate line between helping them and coming off as a jerk when you explain to them what they actually have to do to accomplish those goals. It’s easy to find excuses NOT to start or stick with it but harder to accept the truth, that it takes hard work, dedication and commitment. My coach’s favorite quote is ” Commitment means staying loyal to what you said you were going to do long after the mood you said it in has left you.” And it doesn’t have to just apply to working out! It can be reading the bible more, getting involved in church, starting a home improvement project, or striving to get that promotion or raise at work.

I wish I could say I have it figured out. Nick will say that he is very contradicting when it comes to it because he doesn’t want me to encourage him during the workout, or even to push him too hard to even do a workout but then he wants me to acknowledge and praise him after the fact. I tend to lean more towards a hands off approach so as not to rock the boat but I also want to help him achieve his goals but keep our marriage happy and strong. What I’ve learned is that everyone’s motivation is different. For Nick it’s not enough to just go workout and feel good about getting stronger or healthier. His motivation is what I, myself, can reward him with, be it a thong bikini at the beach (for me to wear not Nick….oh heavens, imagine that visual…or don’t, please don’t) or a quick trip to get away together for some quality time.  Other times it’s a matter of taking a step back and waiting for them to really truly WANT to make that change, that effort and then stepping in and really encouraging  and giving them that positive reinforcement to reward that behavior. Yes, it not only works on kids but husbands and wives as well. (Just don’t tell them that!!!) And sometimes just asking them to join you, spending that time together to grow closer and sharing your passion with them. Just remember that words have the power to build others up or tear them down. I vote for building up, but that’s just me. And remember that we, the motivators, need to strive to stay positive about the whole thing regardless of how long it may take, cause the moment we start to get frustrated is when we undermine any progress our loved one has made, even if we haven’t seen it. Keep up with the encouragement, keep building up. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Terminator out.

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Leaving My Ego at the Door (In fact, just leaving it permanately)

I frequently (almost daily) read’s posts. Jimmy Pena is someone I look up to as a leader in fitness but more so in how I, as an athlete, can be more Christ-like. He humbles me in that when I think of working out, why I want to work out is to look good and feel good but Jimmy reminds me that God wants me to be healthy, humble, and do it for Him, not for societal accolades. My body isn’t meant to be on parade for the world to gawk at and desire. Now I realize how contradicting this is with my header above boasting my swimsuit pictures and, let’s be honest, my ego.  And while I can make excuses and come up with some really great reasons why it’s okay for me to post them and more pictures of me looking great (or not so great), in the end it’s not what God wants from me, but what I want. I want the encouragement from others and the compliments. Don’t we all? Don’t we all just ache to have someone envy us, not in a hateful way but an “I wish I had that determination” or “I wish I could be able to put this dang 3lb tub of cookie dough in the trash so I stop eating with a spoon so I’d have a chance to look that good in a bikini!”   I know that when I get dressed up to go out I have hopes of people noticing that I put effort in. That I look beautiful. But what I tell my daughter is that beauty is found on the inside. That God has made us the way we are and we are all wonderfully and beautifully made. Physically “beautiful” people can sometimes be mean and ugly in their treatment of others and that people who may not be perfect on the outside can have a truly beautiful heart on the inside.  Why do I put so much stock in my looks then? I don’t judge my friends based on their looks. I love them regardless of their size, gender, or outward appearance.

The main reason I train is cause I love it. Just purely love it. And I want to be healthy. I want to take care of the body God blessed me with, big thighs and all. But the thin line is to not let my ego take over. To be humble, not prideful or boastful, is more important to God than it is to appease society with letting them have a say in whether I’m fit enough, thin enough, sexy enough, and ::grimace:: funny enough. It’s hard. I fail. I know I do, I won’t deny, but by heavens, I’m going to try hard to live for what God wants of me not what I want. I’m going to strive to remind myself to be strong and healthy, not to look good in a swimsuit or skinny jeans, but because God has gifted me this body and its the only one I’ve got so I should respect it. And flaunting it is not respecting it. Having others judge it and tell me whether or not I’m thin enough, ripped enough, isn’t a life goal I want to have. Instead, I want people to look at me and see someone who, amidst all the flaws, all the struggles as well as the successes, all the weaknesses along with strengths, strives to live a life like Christ. And give Him all the credit.

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My NEW Crossfit home! (Crossfit Elkhorn and I’m EXCITED!)

I’ve said in the past I’m hesitant to get back into Crossfit full time again, but with Crossfit Elkhorn my buddies who are the coaches have assured me I will be happy with how they run things and I won’t be pressured to throw super heavy weights around (which is when I got all beef-cakey…which I never really was in hind-sight). I love the guys that are opening this business and have complete faith in their ability to make this CF community one of Omaha’s best! If you want to join me for a WOD or try it out let me know or contact Justin or Trevor and tell them I sent you cause who wouldn’t want to say they know the terminator mom ;) (Kidding…feel free to deny knowing me…it could be embarrassing.)

I’ll try not to overwhelm you with Crossfit posts…it can be obnoxious (I know….I’ve done it)

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I dreamed a dream (Of eating pizza and cookies without the calories)

I have lots of dreams and aspirations. Some you may relate to while others you may think,”This chick is crazy!” To provide you with some comic relief and hilarious inspiration, I shall list them for your enjoyment. (Or basically for my own enjoyment.)

1. Marry Chris Hemsworth. I realize I’m already married but my husband knows this particular dream and is ok with it. (I’m sure it has nothing to do with his assumption that it will never happen…)

Oh, my, yum. And a family man to boot!

2. Complete a FULL Ironman. *GULP* This is something years down the road…like 5-10 years…when I’ve lost more of my sanity. (It’d be even more awesome to be able to do it in Hawaii but I’m not a delusional person….)

terminatormom ironman 70.3 KS finish

From my 70.3 (Someday a 140.6!!!….Maybe)

3. Travel to: New York, California, Europe, Australia (Or eventually move there to live with my future 2nd husband…), Alaska, and I’m sure lots of other places but I’m getting slightly bored just listing them so I’m sure you’re getting bored reading them.

4. Go on a shopping spree and buy whatever I want as if I was on What Not To Wear and had gobs of money. (Except I’d be allowed to buy endless sweatpants and athletic gear).

5. Win the lottery. (If I marry Chris Hemsworth that fulfills this one too.)

6. Give a boatload of money to someone in need every year. Or rather whenever the need arises for that matter! (Kinda do this already but not to the degree I’d eventually like to!)

7. Have the metabolism of my pals Linds and Sher. (Seriously, someone figure this out so it can happen. Please! And if I can add an extra 2 inches to my height I’d be okay with that too. Unless Chris likes more petite gals then I’ll stay at 5’5 1/2″)

8. Spend an entire day at a movie theater watching awesome movies, eating popcorn and candy and junk food, and ordering a pizza to be delivered to the theater.  If Chris H. happened to come along to snuggle during the movies, that’d be swell.

9. Taking my entire family  to Disney World for a week. Or a Disney Cruise. Hoping to do this in the next 2 years!

10. Renew my vows with Nick in a beach ceremony when the kids are teenagers to show them what real, lasting love looks like. (I realize this is contradicting to my love for Chris Hemsworth, but I figure if you didn’t know I was joking about that then you do now…unless you’re reading this, Chris, in that case, I love YOU!) ;)

Chris Hemsworth poses by terminatormom

Same sense of humor. Meant to be? I think so. (Good heavens could I be any nerdier? I think not)

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A Day in the Life (Oh the excitement!!!….Just kidding)

My alarm goes off at 5am….then again at 5:20….sometimes yet again at 5:40. (At this point Nick is shoving me out of bed so he can sleep in peace.) I grab my pile of stuff off the floor, workout shorts, sports bra, t-shirt, and contacts and head downstairs to start my day.  I let my 2 dogs out while I go into the little bathroom off our kitchen to get changed and put in what I like to tell my kids are my eyeballs (aka. contact lenses) and brush my teeth. Then I make a quick pre-workout (New Dawn Nutrition has a stellar one called Ares….it helps me wake up as I’m still half asleep at this point). Then I turn on the t.v. and pick a show from the dvr and get my pump on. Some days I make a little bowl of oatmeal to eat pre-workout if it’s a long strength session or I’m running more than 5 miles.

At 6:45 I drink a post-workout protein shake (I’m currently loving all the fun flavors from New Dawn Nutrition…no, I’m not sponsored, just like their product) then head upstairs to shower and get the kids ready for the day.

7:30 Head downstairs to make breakfast for my kiddos (mainly my 7yr old daughter who has to head to 2nd grade….which she currently complains about EVERY MORNING. She loves school, I don’t know what her deal is.)

7:50 Yell at Hailey to get her shoes on and the 5 minute warning to get her out the door.

7:55 Hailey heads to school and I make the boys and I breakfast (my oldest son, 5yrs old, is not a big eater in the morning…he makes up for it the rest of the day…in a big way.) And I eat my breakfast. Usually some sort of protein. This morning it was some deli chicken (buffalo style that I found at Sam’s that is AMAZING) wrapped around a light mozzarella cheese stick with some mustard…kinda sounds weird but it was good.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I take Cade to preschool at 8:30 and Bryce and I usually hit the grocery store or head back home to hang out.

8:00-11:45 I am usually doing chores and keeping the kids entertained (And trying my very best NOT to eat my weight in food…I think about eating ALL. THE. TIME). Laundry, vacuuming, dishes, cleaning up wrappers the kids leave lying around, more laundry, more dishes, OMG WHAT IS THAT ON THE CARPET?!?, more trash picked up (Seriously, do these kids not know what a trash can is?!), play a rousing game of “Don’t wake Daddy!” or “Memory” with the boys (Yes, mommy lost again….not on purpose.)

11:45 Make lunch for the me and the boys. I’m getting back to loving spinach again….okay, liking spinach again…fine, tolerating it. Threaten the boys into eating their carrots and broccoli….I mean, gently and lovingly praise them for eating it and give them more when they beg for more veggies….::laughing hysterically::

12-1:00 Try not to eat more food….YOU JUST ATE LUNCH!! Dear Lord, is it nap time yet?!? Keep the boys entertained and threaten, ahem, remind them gently of all the glorious toys that they have….scattered over my entire house like a tornado dispersed them like millions of pieces of confetti.

1:00 NAP TIME!!! Crack open a bottle of wine…Just kidding. Caden and I lay in the room until Bryce, my 3 yr old, falls asleep them we ninja-style our way out of there to head downstairs.  Caden gets some computer time while Mommy does her afternoon rowing (some days I may rest and close my eyes for a few minutes….hour…until its time for Caden to get off the computer). Then Caden and I play a game (he’s a ruthless opponent in checkers) or color. If Bryce wakes up early then I make him play with Caden while I waste time cleaning what seems like the 100th time that day. Seriously, why do I bother? (During this entire time I think about food I want to eat. Desperately. I have an addiction. Stop taunting me, Milk Duds!)

3:15 Hailey comes home from school and guess what?!?! It’s SNACK TIME!!! I get to make a protein shake with frozen fruit. Tears of joy are shed (not really, but close) and then the kids want some…grrrr. Wait patiently for Nick to come home. Dear Lord, why does he have to work such LONG HOURS!?!

3:30 Only 15 minutes have passed?!? I thought it was dinner time soon! :(

3:30-5:00 Play with kids (okay, I seriously try to dodge them while doing meaningless things while they complain how bored they are), break up fights between all 3 kids, wish fervently we were going to the gym tonight.

5:00 Nick is usually home…unless he’s working late (Selfish jerk.) Make dinner! Woohoo!!

The rest of the evening: clean up dinner, break up fights between my kids, pick up more trash after reminding the kids we, indeed, have a trash can, try not to eat those pretzels in the pantry…or the dry cereal, granola bars, crackers, marshmallows, candy, etc…sit down for 20 minutes to try to watch a show with the hubbie. If I’m lucky, we go to the gym for some much-needed (mentally and emotionally) workout time.

7:30 Head upstairs to bathe my dirty children and get them to bed which is a workout in itself. You’d think they’d love to sleep! I do!!

8:00-8:30 Repeatedly remind my boys they do NOT need another drink of water, more chapstick, to use the bathroom AGAIN, or any other weird and random excuse to not go to bed.

8:30-9:30 Try and stay awake and scroll through pinterest, Facebook, or read a book while the hubbie watches t.v. Any other “activities” I may engage in are personal and will not be shared. Sorry.

Go to sleep…or more likely, pass out from my long day. 5am comes sooner than I like.

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My Experience with Bullying (Lifelong Insecurities)

First off, this post is not your typical workout/nutrition/motivational post. I wrote this because so many people assume I have always been outgoing and confident and strong because I’m the “Terminator Mom”. Not the case. Life has an interesting way of shaping us, molding us into the people we become.

I was bullied as a kid. Not beat up or tortured but bullied in that other people (girls mostly) made fun of me, called me names, and tore apart what little self-esteem I had when I was in Junior High and High School.  There was a moment in Junior High when a young girl in my class decided to start chanting “No Friends, No Friends” in which the entire class (teacher had left the room) joined in with her, the result was being dubbed “No Friends” as my nickname. It was humiliating and a real-life nightmare. I dreaded school. I didn’t really have any friends and since it was a small town and I was an “outsider” (I moved around a lot) trying to figure out dynamics was difficult not to mention at 12/13 years old life’s already awkward. I went home on more occasions than I can count crying and just wanted to stop living.  I once told my mom I wanted to commit suicide to make those people feel bad about how they treated me. I was 13 years old and had been thinking for several months that it would be easier to just not live anymore. My mom, being a pretty great mom (she didn’t freak out, at least not in front of me) told me that wouldn’t do anything but hurt the people who really did love me and that the people who were causing me this pain weren’t worth sacrificing my life, that it would get better.  She was right. It took a while. A very long while for life to get better.  I struggled off and on for several years trying to regain some self-worth but was very quiet and kind of a wall-flower.  We ended up moving from that small town to a much larger city in Indiana (a decision that my mom and dad had made to keep me from hurting myself…I didn’t know about this until a few years ago that was the primary reason we left). There were bullies there too but with 400 kids in my grade I had a large amount of good-hearted people to help outweigh them. I made friends, like me, who showed me I was valued and worthy of their friendship. Life got a little easier and I finally regained some of that self-esteem I had lost. Not all of it, but enough to walk down the school halls without looking at the floor.  I learned through my heart ache and insecurities that it is NEVER okay to tear down someone else.  And I’m sure those girls (and a few guys) that bullied me didn’t realize how much harm they did.  But I’ve learned I’m a fighter. I still struggle with insecurities, especially with friends, and tend to devalue my self-worth and second-guess my importance. But I’ve also come to realize that I don’t have to be liked by everyone. Not an easy pill to swallow sometimes but life is a work in progress.  Bullying is NEVER okay as a child or as an adult.  My heart aches for kids who make a different choice than I did without fully knowing that even in the midst of so much pain, so much despair, there is always hope.

I race and train as hard as I do NOT to compete with others or prove something to people but to prove to myself that I can do these things. It gives me confidence in myself and my abilities and proves (to me) that I am strong and capable. That no matter what people may say or think of me, no matter who tears me down with words or doubt, I know that “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength” (Phil 4:13). And I’m so glad I waited out the tough times because I couldn’t ask for a better life than I have.

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My Very First Trail Race (A lot of Firsts for me this year…wow, that sounds weird…)


You know what I adore? People that are crazy about being active. And crazy people. Cause they’re fun. And I’m crazy, so we have that in common. So I recently ran my very first trail run with the crazy and fun group the G.O.A.T.z. (Greater Omaha Area Trail Runners…yeah, not sure how the “R” turned into a “z” but it’s cool so who cares). This particular race is the Annual GOATZ Trail Race with distances of 5 miles, 10.5, 21, and a 50k. I ran the 10.5 miler and figured it would be an easy, breezy, beautiful run (did you think “Covergirl”? He he.) The race was super well-coordinated, the aid station mid “loop” was fricken spectacular and I never wanted to leave that haven, ever. EV-ER. (Unless the food ran out of course.) There was water, Sierra Mist, Coke, Oreos, snickers, jelly beans, candy corn, BROWNIES, PB & J Sandwiches, potatoes, tortilla roll-ups of some sort, and bananas, oranges and I’m sure more stuff but I only had eyes for the chocolate. Okay, so back to the race. It started out at 8am, approximately 32 degrees Farenheit, winds at about 5 mph. I was one chilly terminator.
So we started out on the trail and hit a steep hill right out the gate. This was a very hilly run, challenging in that I’ve never ran trails before so running in 2 feet wide dirt trenches was interesting. I barely looked up to enjoy what I can only assume was the gorgeous scenery of Lake Cunningham. I also spent the entire race chasing my running buddies who promised me it would be a nice and easy race. They lied. My knee has been bugging me and I have had a bad cough the past week and a half. The knee ached a bit but held up. Downhills were more difficult as I had to do a hop-hop-step down them. My cold on the other hand was a different story. I had nothing, no gas in my tank. The only other times I started to feel like my throat would close up and I’d cry was during my marathon training in the high miles, at my Ironman half, and at this race. At mile 9.5 I felt like I was going to start sobbing….okay, I may have cried a little but you better believe I wasn’t going to let my friends know that. They were all having a great time. I felt awful. The whole race I struggled. Felt exhausted and fatigued and just wanted to lie in the grass and close my eyes. Needless to say I did finish. Despite me being sick it was a great experience and a fun, supportive race. Any trail runners wouldn’t find a better group of Goatz to coordinate it. I may give it a go again in the future but for now, this gal is taking a hiatus from running until my knee is 100%. Then in lieu of distance, my goal will be speed. Cause I feel the need…the need for speed! Ya with me, Goose?

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Being a Mom is far from Glamorous (And I’m far from great at it)

I am not a great mom. I may not even be a good mom by some standards. (Usually my own when I compare myself to some of my awesome friends who seem to have this parenting thing down to an art.) I’m terrible at playing games and often say the words my kids dread (I’m sure) “In a little bit.” or  “Hang on, let me just finish this.” Which turns out to usually be an hour or more while I clean, do laundry, and, yes, finish whatever silly inconsequential thing I’m doing online (curse you Facebook and Pinterest! Just kidding, often times you’re my only link to outside life and adult interaction.)  I have a hard time putting aside the demands of chores and housework and spending time making messes WITH the kids rather than just cleaning them up. I’m getting better though. I’ve learned to embrace time spent reading books and playing treasure hunt and making homemade face paint that gets all over and makes a mess.

I’m trying really, really hard to harness that quick-tempered impatience when I ask the kids 100 times to do something (you other parents know what I’m talking about). I get embarrassed when I snap at the kids at the store. But I smile at other moms and dads that do the same in a “I feel your pain” kinda way. I should know they understand instead of assuming they think “Man, she’s a horrible mom!”  I rarely look like I made an effort in the beauty department (my poor husband) as I ALWAYS have my hair in a ponytail or bun and pretty much only wear mascara unless I get a dreaded zit.  But those things don’t matter much to me and while I don’t love cleaning, or laundry, or cleaning up dirty dishes for the twentieth time today I choose those things over stopping and playing with the kids. So the past couple of weeks I’ve tried to make an effort to take time, to play, to be messy, to go on adventures to the zoo or children’s museum in lieu of grocery shopping or cleaning the toilets…again. (Having 3 guys in the house is so gross.) Photo: A lil face paint at the Omaha children's museum! :) — with Nick Boyer

I’m making an effort to get out a game or *gulp* a craft instead of letting them play on the computer or watch an entire season of one of their favorite shows on Netflix. Did I say an entire season?? I meant an episode…or 3…I loathe letting my kids watch t.v. or play video games but it’s so easy when I need to get stuff done. And then when they often ask me to put my smart phone away…yikes, well that makes me telling them no more electronics seem unfair. Practice what you preach, Mom. So while I may meet my athletic goals with great fervor and energy I hope I can start embracing my inner “kid” to enjoy the short years with my kids while they still want me to play.  And I may not be great at it most days, but the days I do hit it out of the park, well, I hope they remember those days the most. Cause at the end of the day, I do love my crazy, frustrating, loud, obnoxious, gorgeous, goofy kids and I hope they always know that. Oh, and my hubs, Nick? He’s really great at playing with the kids. Terrible at doing housework but, hey, he sure is pretty to look at. ;)

Lysa TerKeurst’s Unglued is AMAZING!!!! It has really helps challenge me to stay “glued” when I want to unleash all the ugly emotions I feel on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis. Sometimes: Success! Other times….well….

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Hey, Remember last year when I did the Mrs. Nebraska Pageant? (No, I’m not doing it again..I think I’m banned anyways. HA!)

For those who weren’t around last year, I was forced, er, persuaded to compete in the Mrs. Nebraska pageant by two stunningly beautiful Pageant directors dubbed “The Jens” on account they both are named Jennifer. I’m not kidding, these ladies are GORGEOUS! Okay, so I was awkward and funny, okay, hilarious, but had no real desire to win as I was so out of my comfort zone with all the pageantry stuff that I obviously didn’t win. *wipes sweat from brow*

Now while the pageant wasn’t my area of expertise I recently got the honor, and I’m not joking when I say honor because I was floored and so touched they asked, to be a guest speaker at the Pageant workshop Sunday on nutrition and fitness. They limited me to 20 minutes. Not only gorgeous but smart too. I can talk for days about this stuff. So anyways, it went well (I think) and I was super informative (hopefully) and ridiculously witty, charismatic, and hilarious (okay, probably not but this is my daydream so leave me alone).  I thought I would share the “handouts” I gave them and will also be updating my workouts with instructional videos for the movements…I know, I know, about time. Note there is a new “category” on the ol’ blog titled “Workouts for YOU! YAY!!” that has all my workouts I’ve posted for ya’ll. WINNING! It’s always a work in progress, people.

Workshop Outline

Meal Plan

Workout Handout

My ID tag. Kinda thought it was awesome. :)

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26.2 Miles are DONE! I am an Official Marathoner!!!

26.2 miles. If you know me personally you would have known I’ve said “I will NEVER run a full marathon. NEVER.” Well, yesterday, I proved myself wrong. I finished those 26.2 miles in 4 hours and 32 minutes. It was not the fastest time, it was not the slowest time, it was my time and so incredibly humbling. I am not a distance runner, well, I guess some would say I am now but I still don’t consider myself that. I watched 2 of my running buddies CRUSH the marathon and both had a PR (personal record) for it. Hats off to them for kicking butt!!!

So this whole experience of running a marathon was shared with a veteran endurance runner dubbed “The King”, aka Troy Mason,

whom I am eternally grateful for getting me through this and he ran is 52nd marathon yesterday with me while I ran my first. Well, technically it was his 42nd marathon, the other 10 were ULTRA Marathons meaning 50k’s and 50 milers. Yeah, there are distances people run that are LONGER than a marathon. No, I will NOT be running those. 26.2 miles is far enough for me to do. Once.

My buddies who ran with me! Good looking guy on the left was our sag guy, TB aka Baker aka Tool Belt. ;)

Me and Baker. I tease him relentlessly for no reason.

I’m sure you’re all wondering about the race! Well, fortunately the weather was perfect! Upper 50′s for temps, slight breeze and the course was partly shady with some long inclines that about killed me towards the end. Okay, a speed bump would about do me in towards the end of a marathon but whatever…I drank water, Gatorade, ate GU’s about every 5-6 miles until 20 miles then it was do or die to get to the finish. I didn’t die so I guess I did. My legs wouldn’t go faster than a 10:00 min pace even though I tried my hardest to get them to and even then it was more like 11:00 min pace at times. I smiled through the whole thing. Picture below to prove it.

Mile 11: GOATZ Aid station where my pal Rachel snapped a few pics!

 Felt better during the race than I did any of my training runs. Crossed the finish line (after doing a lap in the TD Ameritrade Baseball Field, awesome btw) to my cheering friends and smokin’ hot hubbie! Who had the extremely tough job as spectator with my pal, Kelli’s husband, Brett. Poor guys, they were the real heroes that day!

I was done! I got my medal, hugs from my friends and a kiss from the hubs before I booked it to the poorly placed post race area (had to climb over gates because I went the wrong way…this was not thought out very well but how was I supposed to know!) and grabbed a chunk of banana, half a bagel (yes, I ate bread, let me make my own mistakes!!!) and went to the port-o’s. After tending my restroom needs (my stomach hated me the rest of the day, we’ll leave it at that) I snagged a chocolate milk (it was cold and really hit the spot) and a piece of the monster sub sandwich as I mosied back to my pals with Nick at the finish line.

Me and Troy after our marathon finish!

From left to right: Baker, (our sag guy/race support), Mary, Kelli, Me, Troy, and Ashley (Our athletic supporter…lol. She would have ran but she’s adorably pregnant)

Me and my bestie, Kelli, who ran the marathon in 3 hours and 42 minutes!!! I am BEYOND PROUD of this lil’ angel!!!

Post-race I struggled. Physically, I felt ill. Like when you have the flu and your stomach cramps and you don’t know if you’ll throw up or…er…anyways, I got home didn’t eat anything, I just couldn’t and attempted to lay my boys down for a nap and ended up falling asleep with my 3-year-old for a while before my stomach woke me up. It was angry. After a while I ate a bowl of rice krispies…all my other friends got pizza, burgers, fries, all the awesome stuff you get after burning nearly 3000 calories. I ate cereal. Finally I started to feel a little better and after meeting up with my running crew for a celebratory dinner I ate pizza and fries and finally felt like a winner. A big, bloated winner.


I may have went a teensy weensy bit overboard in carb loading pre and post marathon……

Terminator out.

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