Saturday, April 25, 2009

Mad Willie's


A quick shout out to the folks at Mad Willie's ice cream in Framingham for the fresh water and ice on mile seven in my training today. This is the greatest little ice cream shop ever. Well worth the trip past "the Collection" on Rte 9 West.

Also, HELLO to the roller blading duo enjoying an ice cream break today. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement! Glad you stopped by the blog. Visit often!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Company You Keep

Ahhhh, vacation! One of the perks of being a teacher – vacation weeks just when you need ‘em. Despite the rain and the fact that I have threatened to kill both children and my husband more than once this week, I am thrilled to be home with my family. Our house is tiny and we are all under each other’s feet, but it’s still been great. The weather is supposed to brighten up for the weekend so we will get the kids outside and maybe I will take them on a walk. Sherri and I had plans to meet halfway between our houses tomorrow to do an 8 mile walk but the weather is not looking good. We will both still walk, just not together. Bummer! I was looking forward to the company. Sometimes I really enjoy the alone time while walking, but sometimes it’s nice to have company.

It was nice enough out this morning that on the way to the gym, I detoured to my favorite park and did 6 miles outside. An audiobook has been keeping me company lately and 6 miles was enough to get me through a good chunk. I have gone through listening phases in the last year of my weight loss journey. Sometimes I must have music. Great tunes are so motivating. Other times, I try to get in as many good books as possible. I have mentioned how busy my life is – mornings are about being a teacher, afternoons and evenings are about being a mom, nights are about being a teacher again (lessons, grading, planning, writing IEPs…my husband works nights), and weekends are about being a wife and mom. Reading is hard to fit in – and if I am being honest, I am more of a television watcher than I am a reader (yes, I know I am a teacher and should at least lie about this but that’s not my style). Therefore, listening to books during my commute and while exercising has been great. I have a membership on audible.com, which I love and would definitely recommend. Right now I am listening to Three Cups of Tea: One Man’s Mission to Promote Peace…One School at a Time. I had a tough time getting into this one but I am enjoying it now. It is interesting to listen while walking because parts of my walks end up being associated with parts of the books. I have left behind many of my 100+ pounds on the streets of Framingham while listening to the Twilight series (yes, the vampire ones). Parts of those books will always be associated with my weight loss, and there are still routes that when I walk them now, I think of Bella, Edward, and Jacob. If you’ve read them, you understand.

On the second 1-mile loop of my walk today, I passed an older gentleman who was sitting on one of the many benches along the way. “Just 5 more times around,” he joked. Little did he know how close he was to being correct. On the next loop, there he was shuffling with his cane about 200 yards further down the loop. “Now you’re cooking with gas,” I said. We laughed and exchanged pleasantries and I was off again. On the next pass, he had progressed about another 200 yards and was again, sitting on a bench. “Come here.” He waved me over. The walking path at this park has two routes. The inner one is a mile long, and the outer, according to the USATF mapping site, is 1.37 miles. I usually stick to the shorter one just for the math sake of it. So this gentleman asked which route I do. I explained and he asked me to do him a favor. “Do the outer loop for me and count the benches along the way. If there are enough, I will give it a go.” He explained that he has emphysema and takes the route bench by bench. I did the loop for him and it turns out that there is about a quarter mile stretch with no benches at all.

When I caught up with him again, I sat down beside him on a new set of benches and recommended that he stick with the 1-mile loop. He agreed and we chatted a while. I learned a lot of nice things about him and his family. He teased me for using our chat as an excuse to sit instead of walk. He accused me of trying to add time to my work out so I could tell my husband I walked 10 miles instead of 6. I enjoyed visiting with him. I hope I see him again in my travels. Now that I think about it, I seem to have a knack for meeting “seniors” when I walk/work out. Interesting. Let me see…

One time at this same park and I spent some time with a gentleman whose dog greeted me. He teased that he uses the dog to pick up the ladies. He talked about his military service and the many years that he owned one of the familiar downtown Framingham restaurants.

At the Y, I recently got talking with an older woman who had gone to BC and graduated in the 1950’s. She shared that her mother has also graduated from BC. There is also a woman with whom I chat sometimes who had breast cancer a number of years ago. She did very well for a long time but is now recovering from surgery for a recurrence in her lung. She walks every day.

Most recently, I helped a man work the treadmill at the Y. He introduced himself as “Dr. Delaney”. Turns out he is training for the 10K in the Senior Olympics. He had previously run a 5K. Impressive! He was trying out the Y because at his other gym, they did not put CNN on the televisions. He gave me his card and told me to email him. Maybe I will now that I have blogged about him.

There is something very calming about spending time with these folks. I guess it turns out that even when I am walking alone, I have plenty of company. My music, my books, and the folks I have met along the way all make for a pretty great tale. It really is true that everyone has a story. Thanks for being interested in mine.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Stretch

I have mentioned my friend Cristin in a past blog (3/17/09, Peas & Corn). We try to get to the gym together when we can and I enjoy working out and chatting with her. For whatever reason, the friends I hold the dearest are those who try to keep me honest (see “Busted”, re: Sherri). I am sure there is plenty of material for the couch here but we’ll save my pathology for another day. Anyway, recently Cristin pointed out my biggest gym flaw. I am terrible about stretching. She happened to mention this shortly after Sherri talked about how at last year’s 3-day, her friend Sue was so good about stretching and how we really had to be good about it too. I agreed but knew that unless someone was watching, I probably would continue to be bad about stretching. I mean the first five minutes of my workout, like any good athlete’s, is spent untangling my headphones. The last five are spent throwing crap in my bag, running to the car, and then practicing deep breathing while I trying not to curse the traffic and the six school buses that are keeping my from picking up my son on time.

I told Cristin she would have to help me get better about the stretching. She threatened that, if needed, she would reach over and slam on the stop button on my machine five minutes before we have to leave to pick up our boys from school (did I mention they are classmates?). So begins my quest to become a better stretcher.

When I decided to blog about stretching I decided to look online to better understand the benefits. Most articles I can find claim that there is not enough research to support the claim that stretching strengthens muscle or decreases the chance of injury or muscle soreness, the main reasons I always thought you were supposed to stretch. It appears that there is some research to support that stretching does increase range of motion, although I am not so sure I really care as much about this. Needless to say, this is not helping me buy into the idea of stretching.

Some of the articles said that the reasons people give for not stretching are that they don’t have enough time, they don’t see the benefits, they don’t really know how to do it correctly, or they don’t want to look stupid. My main reason is time. Like most working moms, or breathing moms for that matter, my day is totally over-scheduled. The gym is my priority, so I work the day around it. However, I get one hour and one hour only, so I am trying to make the best of it. I just can’t see giving up a lot of cardio time to stretch. After looking around online, I am not sure that there is real scientific evidence of the benefits, although I do think I feel better when I stretch. I also am not sure I am stretching properly but could probably buy 200 different books on the topic. The last reason was never really a concern of mine. I don’t know that I worry about looking stupid. I do try to keep my butt to the wall when bending over for long moments, but I never really considered that I might look foolish, per se.

My teaching assistant tried telling me something about “dynamic stretching” as opposed to static stretching which I guess is what I do when I stretch. I told him that me being dynamic was not a stretch. My other teaching assistant just grumbled and my students didn’t get it so we moved on. I did look online to find some examples of this dynamic stretching. The first guy I found made me reconsider that whole looking stupid thing. The second guy I found made this look a little less ridiculous but my friend Chance is a little too cool for school. This one makes me dizzy but Josh and Abbie are British and who doesn’t love listening to a good British accent? All in all, I think I might just take up a little Jazzercise.

Happy stretching!

Friday, April 10, 2009

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People are Amazing Part II

(Part I is below)

...I said that in celebration of getting healthy I was walking the 3-day. The other woman trying on shoes checked out, went to her car, and came back in with a $20 bill. "Good Luck," she said, "my mom is a Breast Cancer survivor. Congratulations on the weight loss!" And off she went.

Wow! How amazing is that?