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Something happened today. It was monumental, HUGE. It was everything I’ve ever wanted in my fitness life. I couldn’t believe it happened.

I know as soon as I type the words, and soon as some of you read it you’ll be thinking to yourselves…..that’s it?! Really, but you don’t understand.

I ran two miles today. I ran two miles today, without stopping.

Now before you start clicking onto another site, let me tell you my journey and we’ll see how you think and feel then.

My whole life I have hated running. Hate may not be strong enough, every fiber of my being wanted to simultaneously scream and dissolve into salt whenever I heard words about running the mile or “fun” run, or jogging. I wanted to punch coaches in the face, and scream at them how I just couldn’t do it and bring myself to take one more step. Running made me feel weak, slow, and big. Not only did I have to compete with these short people and their super swift moves, the tall people always passed me too with their gazelle like legs, ug. It made me want to quit everything, go home and live under covers. I hated the days of hell week for volleyball when I would be forced to run a mile under 9 minutes. It was humiliating. It just reminded me again of how weak and slow I was.

You don’t believe me right? How could running ever be that bad? Well I really don’t know how or why. I was told years later that when I was in kindergarten we were required to run around a large grassy area with trees under a certain amount of time. Guess who didn’t make it? And the time we were having club volleyball tryouts and the coach asked us all to raise our hand if we hate running. I was the only one with a hand raised. Guess who didn’t make the team? The under 9 minute mile was a plague over me that Summer. My best friend at the time was one of the better runners on our team. I remember so perfectly when she was asking me if I finally did it this week. After answering no over and over for weeks, and the pure malice behind the question, I took a huge swig of gatorade in my mouth. I pointed my puffed cheeks with liquid at her. And I spit as hard and as far as I could. She didn’t ask me about it again. I wasn’t getting anywhere under 9 minutes. It wasn’t until the assistant coach ran with me, which forced me to do something I never could before. I was never so happy as to hear 8:45 in my life. I was safe from another week.

Believe it or not, I would not run another mile without stopping again until our trip last year to Nashville. That was the craziest feeling, but didn’t stick with it. I think I got too scared of the future, after all how can I continue to conquer me fear if it isn’t in my way anymore? I didn’t run again until a while later when we did The Warrior Dash. That race is fun, but the running was the least of our worries. I’ve always wanted to get back to running running, where I’m actually making progress. Well I guess you could say I made myself do it because I signed myself and the Hulkster up for the Turkey Trot.

At the time, there were 18 weeks to go. 18 loooooong weeks before the race. At first I told myself that I have plenty of time. I don’t need to be so focused on training because I’ve got a while. Well then I got sick, and I got a whole lot of lazy, and then some weeks I forgot or skipped a week. And here I was with 5 weeks to go, realizing the error of my ways. All I could do was just start running again. And so I did. This time with my friend from work. She got me through the longest interval last week- 8 minutes, and corrected my posture. WHAT A DIFFERENCE! So that brings us here today. My moment to shine. I had looked up on my Coach to 5k app to see what the running was today and it said walk 5 minutes, run 20 minutes or 2 miles, I was really nervous. But with the help and encouragement I got from friends and the Hubster- I did it.

Not only did I do it, I hit 20 minutes but wasn’t to 2 miles yet. So I kept going! It’s like a dream I never knew existed.

Now that I’m back down to Earth a little, I feel very proud of myself. Like really proud. I’m usually not proud of myself, so I give myself this one.


Have you ever thought to yourself that you could never accomplish something? You tell yourself that you’re too slow, too fat, too scared? Well let me tell you friends, I competed in The Warrior Dash and lived to tell the tale! Since I was a Warrior Virgin as they called me, I learned some things that helped me get through the race. Looking back on it, I’m so proud of myself because I never thought I could do it! Here’s some things I learned, that may help you too!

1. You “may” means yes you will get wet, dirty, sweaty, muddy, and GROSS! Wear something you don’t like, or don’t mind staining. I rinsed out our clothes and washed them with a booster and detergent after the race thinking it would help. My shirt and sports bra were ok, along with my shorts but our socks that were once black turned paper bag brown. Yeah, not so much…

2. I didn’t run as much as I thought I would.  I instead climbed walls, swam in deeper water than I’m comfortable with, and got into the blackest, muddiest sludge rock and grass filled water I’ve ever seen. I even lost my shoe in the mud, it was so thick! Before the race I thought the running would be the hardest for me, but it turned out to be the easiest- who knew?!

3. Do it for fun! I don’t know about you, but just the fact that I did a 5k was huge for me. I’m not a runner (although I’m working on it!) and I really don’t care who beats my time. I went with my husband and his best friend, and it was a blast! We didn’t run for anyone but ourselves! We were kind of laughing at the people that ran for time because it just seems ridiculous. I mean look, you’re running in the woods, swimming in the lake, sledging through mud, jumping over fire, who cares how long you take? To each their own and sorry if I made you furrow your eyebrow at me, but it wasn’t about the glory!

4. There’s always room for more dirt. It took me three loofahs full of body wash and scrub downs to get to a level of clean I was ok with. It was disgusting! The one good thing though, is even though our shoes proved equally as gross, we donated them!

After the race, everyone takes off their mud caked shoes and piles them up. They are taken, cleaned, and donated to people in need around the world, or used for recycling. Cool huh? It makes it that much easier to give away!

5. You will do something you never thought you could do. That is, if you try! The first obstacle was jumping over 5 foot walls. That was just the first one. Then I climbed over a water wall. Then I climbed over a 20 foot wall with a rope. And much much more.

The really cool thing is inspiring people! I was very surprised how many people responded with enthusiasm to want to try themselves! Even with my crazy large bruises on my legs! Someone even signed up for the next race when Taylor told him about it. Pretty cool, I must say.

So, what have you been up to lately?

Today I was muddy, dirty, sweaty, really gross! But I did it! I finished the Warrior Dash!

Here’s a preview:

We’ve showered and have the Olympics on- naturally!

I will do a full post when I’ve officially recovered- I promise 🙂

Enjoy the rest of your Saturday!

What a day! I’ve got myself super comfortable on the couch, pretty sore from everything that went on. But it’s a great day to be alive right?

I bought some beautiful organic (hippie as we call it) strawberries at the store and was dying to make a smoothie. This morning when I woke up, I practically jumped out of bed knowing I had everything to make them. I even used unsweetened almond milk, a first for me! I probably won’t use two bananas next time, 1-1.5 is perfect for Taylor and me. There are some days when you just have more energy, and I took it as a blessing today because I needed it! I went to the chiropractor, hit up the gym, went to the library and bank, met my friend for lunch, did 5 loads of laundry, cleaned, and organized!

The gym was so much better than I thought it would be. After several weeks of getting adjusted, working my abs, ice, being sore, using a body pillow, hurting, massage, and doing it all over again, I was finally feeling like myself again. I was also able to complete my intervals on the treadmill. I even ran at 7.0, which is a big breakthrough for me. By the time I got to the library I was a hot mess complete with sweat and a red face. Oops, sometimes I forget how gross I am after I run. Ew, but worth it.

The Hulkster and I have been focusing more about working hard to get organized as much as possible. Just this year we made a goal of getting rid of clutter, and living a more simple life. It has helped us so much to know where things are, keeping us from being greedy, and giving us more mental clarity. We’ve given away so much to charity and it’s felt good knowing somewhere someone is benefiting from the clothes, shoes, kitchen supplies, electronics, toiletries, etc. we’ve donated. As I was organizing today, I kept thinking of more items I could give away and stopped myself. But then I considered it again, and I’m glad I did.

You see, I was in denial. I was still in “fat Amanda” mode. I was thinking I was bigger than I actually was. And I needed to stop. Other people out there may need the clothes I’m keeping- and I wasn’t letting myself give them away simply because I won’t let myself be the size I am. I put on a pair of capris I haven’t worn in years and let it sink in. I’m not fat anymore, I am the smaller size I am now. And then I decided to let go.

These cut off jeans/jorts are my favorite. They are ridiculously comfortable. Seven for All Mankind is my favorite brand in the world, and I was drooling over them when I bought them almost 6 years ago. They treated me well, and I them. But they just too big for me now, they are getting holes too big, and it’s time to move on.

It’s crazy to get attached to clothing I know, but I think when I was overweight clothes were my security blanket. I could put them on and not feel as big as a house. I could hide my tummy with flowy shirts and forget how much I didn’t like the way I looked. They allowed me to be in denial, but now they are different. Now they allow me to accentual the features I like, they allow me to show the progress I’ve made with hard work, and they make me feel good for being me! Those bags of clothes are my bandages, my security blankets, but now they will help someone else in need.

Are you good at getting rid of clutter and old clothes? Do you still feel like your old size even if you’ve lost weight?

Hey Everyone! We just got back from dinner, completing a very l o n g day! We both woke up this morning deeply entranced in dreams. Mine was about Shawn Johnson getting engaged (random…) and Taylor’s was about our niece Ashlyn pretending to be locked in a freezer only to scare him from sitting on top while he tried to get her out. Now that is much more realistic! (Shawn, call me!) I have such a hard time waking up, and being in a dream literally makes me unable to speak. It might as well be Zombese (the Zombie language of course!) I’m speaking! I can’t think, I can’t hardly move, and I certainly can’t speak clearly. It’s just enough to put my arms stretched out in front of me to guide me to the kitchen. We scarfed down leftover banana bread, dropped the Hulkster off at work, and I headed to the gym to have a rematch with the ‘mill.

What? Is there something on my face?

After Tuesday’s failed attempt to run even remotely close to where I was a month ago, I was determined to do better. I tried to watch Ellen, but it was a rerun, I eventually found a Food Network Cake Challenge. Normally I want to hurl at the thought of food at the gym, let alone running thinking about food, but the cakes were supposed to be shaped as bugs. How less appetizing could it get? As I ran I tried to focus on how much I was happy they finally hired a better MC, no don’t cut the fondant that way(!), and that is the ugliest cake I’ve ever seen, rather than the task at hand. I was rewarded with getting back to a 5 minute interval. I was so glad I could get back on that horse! Er..treadmill.

When I got home, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep! But there was work to be done and lots of planning for upcoming events. I’m pretty much a jack of all trades at my work, so event planning is right up my alley for work requirements. We’ve got a BBQ going on soon and I’m really excited! Anything social is like, I don’t know, my favorite thing ever. Especially girls’ night out! If I wasn’t an adult and married, I would so have sleepovers with my friends. Hmm, I guess they are married too.  Well I’d figure out something! I stopped at home to not smell like a {She-Hulk} get cleaned up. Guess who is a the little exercise encourager?

Haha! Both our cats love the Wii Board, it’s so funny and cute!

Off to Sam’s Club for stuff galore, but I had to make a pit stop at their Food Counter for pizza!

The trick for me eating just one piece, is eating an apple before I go.

This was also in my calorie allowance so I ate with gusto, and remember I’m tall so I have to eat more. It’s a pity huh?

I picked off all the olives in case anyone was wondering…:)

I didn’t realize how much we actually needed from Sam’s until I got there. Food, office supplies, can you believe how expensive Brita filters are? I was pleasantly surprised how helpful one of their employees was to me. I told her we needed hot chocolate packets, but they can’t have artificial sweeteners in them. She walked up and down the aisles with me, pointing out different brands and checking the labels with me to make sure. Turns out the only brand that didn’t have AS is Quik, however it was only sold in a tub. No bueno. How refreshing to have someone go that far as to walk around with me, and not relent until I was happy with our search. I hope she gets a raise or something.

Anyway, got back to work, worked hard until I babysit adorable kids, then we met my bff and her hubs for dinner. How much easier is it to eat better while dining out when I’ve worked out? So much easier! It’s like a triple decker of help. Workout= happy feelings of life in general, which leads to: wanting to be healthier, which = living healthfully. Just making that small step of going to the gym this morning, helped me this entire day. I challenge you to try it and see how it effects your day!

Ok be honest: What is your favorite Sam’s Club/Costco food? Mine hands down- Costco pizza is legit, and the churros!!!

Ok you guys, I have to say on the emotional scale I was hitting high numbers of “oh crap she’s gunna punch someone in the face” mode. It started with volleyball yesterday. I must say first that I am a very competitive person. I know playing on a league is supposed to be “fun” and everyone is supposed to have a good time. I’m working on it slowly, but I just get so into the games. I turn into a raging crazy lady and afterward I can’t believe I didn’t kick the ball across the field just to be mean. It was really frustrating to lose, even if the team was undefeated. I just hate losing you know? I was all excited too because my back wasn’t hurting and I wasn’t sick. Argh, it ended up with me holding back tears behind shades as I walked, sulking to the car after it was over. Then, this morning I went to the gym. I was oober excited to run again. I wasn’t super sore from the night before, I hadn’t gone in like a month (eesh!), and I really wanted to know if I was still on the right track because we’ve got that Warrior Dash in about 2 1/2 weeks! AAHH!

It turns out I could barely run one of my intervals I’ve been doing in the past. Then I was plagued by stabbing pain cramps in my side. I tried to just push through the pain, “get going and they’ll go away!” I thought. “Yeah. Right. {She-Hulk}. And while you’re on that treadmill, turn around so I can kick you square in the butt.” At least that’s what the treadmill told me. True story…in my head! Argh! It was so frustrating! I was thinking I wouldn’t be “that bad,” it’s not like I’ve gained weight or anything. Sigh. So I got a text from the Hulkster while doing weights. Which by the way, about killed me as well. I’m so weak again! It was a general text like he usually sends. The, “How’s it going honey? I love you! Getting some reactions done like a boss,” type thing. I told him how annoyed I was about my hopes and dreams being washed away with sweat and almost tears.

Me: I’m so out of shape!

Him: Gotta get back on it! It comes back surprisingly well!

Me: I hope so, I was very discouraged (still trying to not cry in front of that man on the rowing machine)

Him: Honey it’s your first day back, last week I couldn’t finish a 5 minute interval  (yesterday he ran a 10 minute interval)

Me: Oh ok, well I feel a little better then

Him Just keep your head up and keep going!

Me: I will thanks honey

And that’s all it took. A little encouragement. A little, “you can do this dang it!” So I got on that stair master, put on some Jay-Z, and didn’t even hold on! I bet I would have given someone a high five if they were next to me, thankfully no one was, lol. But doesn’t this happen to everyone? Don’t we all get down because we “used to be better,” we used to be thinner, younger, or in my case faster?! But focusing on the negative is only going to make you more negative. Give yourself a break. And now that I’m thinking clearly, it was just my first day back! Watch out Day 2, I’m comin fo ya! 🙂

Ever have one of these days? What was your help in making it better?

Want to read Part 1 and 2? Click here and here.

After we got to see my nieces, I was ready to fly back to Michigan. Haha, JK! We had a whole ‘nother week to have fun! I knew I wouldn’t be able to do much exercise, so I decided to go running the next morning- early.

Cheerful eh?

The main reason we flew back home was because my sister in law graduated from college. This is a huge deal for her because both of her brothers are nerdy smart guys, and she always struggled with school. But don’t worry, she is a determined individual and worked her way literally to the top. Her office overlooks the city, and I could not be more proud of her.

It was a cloudy day that turned sunny and warm as we set out for the arena

We all looked at each other with surprise as we saw the people waiting to get in- a lot!

University of Phoenix

My adorable father in law!

This is at the beginning when we were excited!

We saw a kid with a sweet mullet

And other kid with…yellow hair

And then this happened

Ok let me first say, I am in no way making fun of this woman’s body. She could perfectly fit in her own seat, but no. She angled her butt so she was in mine too! It didn’t make sense! Why would she do that?! All she had to do was turn an inch and sit forward, no.

But then the music started, and the graduates came in

Then 3 hours later…

It was over

We were all about to {She-Hulk-Out}, not just me!

It was a nice ceremony but just so long!

We made our way through the traffic for a nice get together at my in laws

I swear, he has a horrible habit! 🙂

We ate some grub and had a nice time

Congrats to my beautiful sister in law

She and her husband recently got a beagle puppy- Bailey

She doesn’t keep still very well so I took a lot of pictures like this….

hmm…I wonder who she gets that from…

We took Bailey to the park with the nieces from the Hulkster’s side

She wanted to jump in the water so badly

This was the same park we ran around that morning

We seemed to like it better the second time…imagine that!

There’s not many other places I would rather be

These shadows stay green 24/7 don cha know? 😉

(Get it? Cuz we’re Hulks….ahahaha…ahem…)

Fun Fact: My sister came up with a doggy water bottle idea while she was in school. She submitted it for a project after working so hard on the idea. Guess what the teacher did?

He failed her.

And guess what you can buy online and stores right now?

A doggy water bottle

I hope that teacher feels really terrible!

(That water bottle is not her product, but I swear she comes up with these amazing ideas all the time!)

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