Barefoot Long Run
2.26.11
i fell short of my 14mi run. i only made it to 11.44 miles. my feet were in pain since i ran a new path on mixed aggregate. i tried calling dad at mile 6. i wanted him to pick me up at take me to jamba juice. i’m serious. i got a small open sore on my foot that was collecting gravel. he wasn’t home from his walk. bummer!
i offered it all up and continued to run.
papi stretched me when i got home.
then i took an ice bath.
ALL FOR!
Finding the Time
2.15.11
i went to bed at 9pm on monday. i woke up at 12am and remained awake the entire morning, caring for sick boys. i had to alternate between boys since dad was at work. His graces showered me.
dad arrived home at 7am and immediately helped with the kids. he cared for baby g throughout the day while i laid in bed to monitor papi.
dad giving papi a breathing treatment while he napped.
dad let me nap at 1pm while baby g napped. i was able to sleep for 2.5 hrs straight. then it was off to a birthday dinner for my niece. it was bed time when we came home. dad left for bball with father, after the kids were put to bed. i was tempted to throw in the towel and not complete a wo. it wasn’t until i began this post (at 9:27pm) that i realized, i was falling into my old ways, “all or nothing.”
i decided to stop typing and complete a simple wo (at 9:31pm).
Tabata intervals (8 rounds of 20 secs work/10 secs rest) of the following:
Pushups
Situps
Squats
the wo was short and sweet. it lasted about 10 min. it wasn’t much but it was a step in the right direction. i pray to do what i can, when i can–not to throw in the towel because it does not meet my standards.
i thank God for the grace to get me out of bed and out of my stupor.
the boys seem to be improving. either way, i’ll put my plans in His hands.
ALL FOR!
“As I feel a great attraction toward prayer I asked God, by Our Lady’s intercession, to give me the grace to go on increasing in love of this holy exercise until my death.” ~St. Claude de la Colombiere
I Return It
2.14.11
You have given it all to me. To you, Lord, I return it. Everything is yours; do with it what you will. Give me only your love and grace. That is enough for me. ~St. Ignatius of Loyola
I’m still here and in the race! I took some unplanned time to regroup. I needed to regain focus on my priorities. My temperament is to go all out or nothing. I’ve been diligently and prayerfully addressing this weakness to rid myself entirely of this vice. Nonetheless, it is deep rooted and comes to the surface when I commit to a new exercise, spiritual or physical.
During last week, I was able to see in what ways I have been wrong order since committing to this journey.
- My formal prayer life became secondary and began to waiver. I began to covet my “free time” and would exercise first so that I did not miss the opportunity. I do acknowledge that my daily life is a prayer and I seek to remain constant in prayer during all I do. However, I need my formal prayer time to better serve Him.
- My school day was dictated by my exercise plan. My school day has not been back to “normal” since the birth of baby G. I’m called to regain order in all areas of my life, especially this area.
- My mood was altered by the numbers on the scale. I weigh daily. It is a great way for me to regulate what is working and not working. It helps me not to let the weight creep back. I consider it an equivalent to a daily examination of conscience. The practice in itself, is not bad, it’s my response to the results. A gain or loss, I will offer it all for the intentions of Our Blessed Mother. I will make the necessary changes in my daily exercise & eating plan but I will not take the joy of a loss or defeat of gain for myself.
- My time was monopolized by inputting the numbers into the computer. This was extremely helpful for me to regulate my eating but it is not conducive to my current state, need to mother and HS 5 children. I plan to keep a paper journal throughout the day and input at noon and post dinner.
Dad and I are recommitted to this journey. We will pick up at week 6 of the program. Rose and I will be at week 11 – MT. I’m going to work through the pain in my foot (even if it means that I wear shoes). Hopefully, I haven’t loss too much muscle and can get back on p90x without too much difficulty.
This journey is much more to me (and my family) than just physical. We all have accepted the call to stretch ourselves – to commit and stay committed. We pray that He make us new!
Everything is yours; do with it what you will!
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I can relate to having a wrong ordered relationship with food. I’m not sure how I got to that point since I never had I weight issue before having children. Regardless, I seek to make it right ordered.
I started my shift in thinking of food for its true purpose about a year ago when I attend an Ignatius retreat. I was renewed to give it ALL to Him. Since then, I have attempted to see food as fuel. I would not but coffee in my car’s gas tank and expect it to run. Why should my body be any different? My body is a gift and temple. I must glorify him with it.
I agree that there is nothing wrong with socializing over a meal. However, if there is a wrong-ordered relationship with food then I believe socializing around a meal should be avoided. Just the same as an alcoholic should not be socializing in a bar. I had to remove myself from such instances until I could better relate to food as fuel. I adopted a practice of the Missionaries of Charities, for the times that socializing with food could not be avoided – do not eat in public. That’s right, they do not eat in public and at times, I will not eat in public. I’m forced to plan ahead and gain control of what I consciously put into my mouth. Many of my sacrifices are centered on food.
I was reminded of my poor relationship with food last year (about a year ago to this date). My family was invited to celebrate the birthday of a friend/Priest/Spiritual Director. There was lamb with the complete spread. I’m drooling as I type. I watched Father accept what he was served and politely decline seconds. There I was, inhaling my food as though I hadn’t eaten in weeks, and then eagerly going back to the marinated tomato salad, grilled bread and roasted potatoes. As I reflected, post dinner, I was humbled. Here was a grown man eating less than me. This was a meal he had requested and still he refrained from indulging. Father clearly exemplified a right order relationship with food. He enjoyed a delicious meal in a social setting so as to fuel his body and partake in fellowship. (Disclaimer: I was pregnant at the time of the meal.)
I often put myself in the Lenten season when I approach food. 2009 was my first year that I could completely follow the laws of fasting during Lent. Prior to then, I was always pregnant or nursing during Lent. That year was radically different. I experienced a miscarriage a couple of months prior to Lent. I was raw and desired to be transformed and renewed. I fasted according to tradition the entire Lenten season. It was all by His grace.
My loss and daily discomforts were nothing, are nothing, in comparison to His sufferings. Yet, when offered back to Him, I trust that they are perfected and pleasing to Him.
Give me only your love and grace. That is enough for me.
Strain Ahead
2.9.11
I have not been working out. I’m definitely in a slump. I can’t seem to muster up the energy or make the time to fit in formal exercise. I was just beginning to feel strong. I haven’t felt that way for years. Did I subconsciously sabotage myself? Is there where the Good Lord wants me to be or does He desire me to get back to my exercise regime? I’m not sure, but as I discern, I will be making a valiant effort to return to where I was before these doubts were formed.
I have, however, been adhering to my priorities – prayer life, family and homeschooling day. Praise be to God! The Daily Examen helps me to stay focus on how I’m answering His call and in what ways I’m failing. I carry around a little black notebook and take note of what triggers my falls, when I fall, and I make an immediate resolve to do better.
I knew this journey would be both, physical and spiritual. I knew it would be difficult. I give thanks that He brought us together. Your partnership and prayers have helped to sustain me. I trust that we are glorifying Him on this journey and pray to persevere through all obstacles.
‘I forget the past and strain ahead
for what is still to come.
I am racing for the finish,
for the prize
to which God calls us upwards
to receive in Christ Jesus.’
(Phil. 3:14)
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rose and I ran today. I’ve now logged 50mi for 2011.
It’s been over 9 days since my last run. I was winded and sore but managed to set a personal record (PR). I ran a magic mile (MM) of 9.32 and averaged 10.26min/mi.
I was working on my foot strike. My foot didn’t hurt during the run but is hurting now. I may attempt my next run with shoes. I think my foot pain is being caused by a bunion and arthritis in my toes. Both are soccer related aliments. I found out that I had arthritis in my toes when I was 17yo. I was used to playing with pain. I’ve definitely soften up.
I hope to get it all figured out before my next big run, 11mi this Sat.
I’ve been using the Crossfit as my backup plan to the program. It’s intense and brief. I love it but feel like I’m cheating. I had originally committed to the program and would like to see it all the way through. I hope to make a better effort tomorrow.
ALL FOR!
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