Monthly Archives: December 2014

Running Shoes!

We went shoe shopping today. My mother agreed to get me running shoes for my birthday/christmas (my birthday is the 24th, so the presents aren’t always clearly delineated in my mind). My husband came along because he is good and kind.. Or possibly it was because he wanted to get socks. We went to Sports Authority.

Oh my goodness, there were so many shoes!

We found a sales associate, and I announced my intentions:

“I want to take up running. I need motion control running shoes because I overpronate.” Unspoken: find me miracle shoes. I need to feel as though the earth is a marshmallow under my feet. I need to feel as though my ankles couldn’t buckle if I tried. I need the stability of skyscraper foundations every time I set my foot on the ground. Make it so. Fix me.

And just like that, the shopping began! He brought in some arch supports, because my overpronation hasn’t killed my high arches, yet, And I started trying on shoes. It came down to two pairs, some electric blue asics, and some black and green shoes, the maker of which I have forgotten. My husband has asics and loves them, but the black and green ones were more strongly recommended by the sales guy.  I loved the asics while I was wearing them, and they were an attractive color, but once I got used to the snugger fit of the green and blacks, the sapphire shoes suddenly felt too loose. I fear wobbling. I don’t want to be able to blame my shoes if I run poorly. I picked the green and blacks. I want to run on my treadmill and see if I love them as much as I think I do. I will report back after.




They were Great! They had their Maiden Voyage on the treadmill and it was lovely. I am calling them the Happy Shoes, because of how excited I was to try running in them. I think I made the right call. My feet did fall asleep, but I think that has little to do with the shoes, it’s just something that happens to me. I watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine and did the last day of week one on Get Running. I breezed through it (it’s true, what my husband tells me, that running on a treadmill is less challenging than running outdoors. I will try to repeat the experiment outside tomorrow, or possibly I’ll just walk. I haven’t decided).


Frogmarch down Memory Lane

My sweet husband cleaned the garage for me. Theoretically, I was helping. In practice I was mostly a hindrance, hovering, fretting and rescuing trash from the trash bag. I form sentimental attachments to things, and it hurts me to throw them out, even though most of the stuff has been hidden for years and I got along fine without it. Pictures I drew in 4th grade, an old mat that went with me on school camping trips, other miscellany and junk. Each time he put something in the trash my heart bled a little. Each object brought up a storm of memories I didn’t know I had. Each time he threw things out, I felt as though my memory was being ransacked and disposed of, along with the physical representations of the memories.IMG_4314.JPG

He on the other hand, is not a sentimental hoarder. He can throw anything away, without a second thought. Hair dryer? Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t, but it’s sticky, so into the trash it goes. Little book that my grade-school friends signed and gave to me? He’d have tossed it without opening it. Fancy watercolor paper in huge sheets? Crumpled and tossed, despite my screams of pain. He is merciless, and I need him to be.

Why did I beg him to do this for me? Because I have a treadmill in that garage, and I want the space around it to be navigable and attractive. Once the place is cleaned, I can use it as an exercise room. I actually have kind of a lot of equipment, but no place big enough to use it in. I need new running shoes, and we will probably go get those today, I hope.

Anyway, my husband is the superhero of disposal. I’m glad I can count on him when I can’t count on myself. I’m so grateful to him. But, as he says, we still have far to go.

All of that is ours. We, obviously, were unable to fit the stuff even into the extra trash and recycling bins.




Here’s my situation. My nearby gym buddy is away for an unknown amount of time, so I have established a gym buddy relationship with a less convenient friend. At first I got the premium (“black card”) membership to my own usual gym, planet fitness, so that I could take her as a guest for free. Then, after about a week of that, it became evident that she needed to go to another gym.  In shape, to which she already had a membership, has a handy little room in which my friends’s children can be left, under the watchful gaze of an employee and amid other children and a play structure. So I talked to an employee, and found that I could somehow get a membership for $10 a month.

I decided to give it a try for the length of december, despite a weird sense of guilt that is hard to explain. But this gym is sly. They offered me what I believed was one free appointment with a personal trainer–to discuss my goals and give me a workout, so of course I said yes. What I actually got was a lesson on why it’s important to have a personal trainer. And it seems like the guy made a really good case. I felt I was in a whirl of desirable things made attainable, peppered with warnings of “plateaus” and “burning muscle” for the unguided gym goer. He spoke of motivation, accountability, structure and knowledge, all of which are apparently included in the personal trainer program. After my reeducation, I was given a workout to do, and he cleverly flattered me by telling me that I was “in beast mode” and that he could tell my “motivation was through the roof.” If was hard, but uplifting.

Then came the hard part. Would I sign up for 12 months? Suddenly I wanted to be gone, or to have someone else decide for me. I even called my husband and tried to wheedle a decision out of him. He said it was up to me. No help there. The guy told me that the nervousness I was feeling was normal, and that it’s because people are scared of change, and that he sees it all the time. I told the guy that I would decide by monday, which has since become tomorrow. I’m no closer to a decision. It is clearly stupid to have a premium membership to one gym and a personal trainer at the other. But I don’t want to cancel the membership to a convenient gym in favor of one that is 30 minutes away and on the other side of a toll bridge.

So, what do you think, are there other places to get motivation, accountability, structure and knowledge from other sources? Where do you get them? What do you do when you run out of steam, or beforehand to prevent yourself from running out of steam?

Yes my dear Bloggers, I have returned

So, I was great in October, blogging, losing 19 pounds, being positive and just all around doing well. November, now that is a very different story. I believe all I achieved in the whole month was to regain 5 or 6 lbs. Such is life, especially if you have depressive tendencies. It’s very easy to lose motivation. But I’m proud to say, I never fully failed, that is, I never actually gave up, if I had I would have gained more for sure.

December is here, obviously. It’s my birthmonth! I’ll be 25 on the 24th. My hope is to lose 20 pounds this month (including the stupid few I regained). If I did it once, it seems possible to do it again. I am, however, aware that weight loss is not a steady process, and that there is a certain amount of deceleration that can’t really be avoided. Loss is loss, and I’ll take what I can get.

Meantime, while I was doing less to lose weight, I found some resources I think will come in handy. First is, which I may have mentioned before. There are free podcasts to guide you through yoga (and pilates) flows. The next is Half-size me, which is another podcast, and which it seems like I’m the last person to have found. I’m also trying an app that is supposed to hypnotize me into being positive and one that is supposed hypnotize me into pursuing my fitness goals. Even if they don’t work, and I’m a wee bit skeptical, they are relaxing and good for short naps because I really do wake up when he (Andrew Johnson, the guy who does the apps) tells me to.

My previous gym buddy is gone, out of state for who knows how long. I have a new gym buddy, though she lives further away from me and we go to a less convenient gym. I’m hoping that can work. At the very least I got her going to the gym, which she is glad about. She is planning to go 4 days a week, and even if I don’t always go with her, or I go at my own gym, I feel a weird pressure to keep up.

That’s all for the moment, I think. Here’s to rekindling October’s passion!