Sewing: Who does that!?

Since I started dedicating a lot of time to my running, I started scheming, too.  My plan is to have a really cute outfit to run my first marathon.

Ever since I saw these, my mind has been rolling.  I want a sparkly skirt, too!  So, first things first.  Make a skirt that I can attach my sparkle to.  

Today was my day.  Fully determined to make a wonderful little running skirt I took my current one as a template.  I love my running skirt.  It fits in just a way that it doesn't hinder me at all when I run.  Love it.

But of course, with a brain like mine I'm bound to mess something up.  Like sew the top half of my skirt SHUT instead of the side?!  Who does that, anyway??  ARg.

 

It didn't take me too long to fix my mess.  Of course, I promised myself that I would be more attentive and not make anymore silly mistakes.  HAH.  No such luck.

 

Because of course, my next blunder was not so fixable *sigh*

 

Yeah, I sewed the band on incorrectly!  So, the outside of my skirt has a nice serge effect along the seams.  REally?  I was so bummed.

I'm thinking it looks cuter on my baby girl.  So, my first time trying to make myself a running skirt absolute failure.  But I know the next time around I will be more successful. 

I will have to make adjustments to the waist band because it was much more loose than I would prefer...being totally honest, the band was HUGE.  The rest of the skirt fit nicely, though.  I'm thinking, darts are in order.  Because there is no other way to get that band to fit properly.

On the hunt for cute, sparkly, tutu material.  Any ideas??

Running Update: Where was I??

I seriously feel like I've been in a time warp.  The past week and a half has NOT been what I would consider notable.  Blah.  That's how it's felt and when I stepped on the scale I screamed.  Well, maybe I yipped.  So, you know this thing called metabolism.  It stabbed me in back...or in the rear or in the hips or wherever.  It stabbed me and stuck it to me good.   I feel like I'm hungry a lot.  I eat.  And then I expend my energy and then I eat a little more.  I do not gorge myself or over eat at all.  I eat until satiated.  But, I am constantly looking for something to munch.  Pistachios, raisin bran, leftovers, you name it...but I haven't been able to spend it all.  My calories...spending my stinkin' calories.  Soooo, this week I did a total of:

7.7

 In an effort to make sure I do not rip my neck muscles into that horrid place of pain, I have taken it really easy.  I'm glad and sad.  I feel like hiccuping and crying all at the same time.  There are more miles that I need to run, but if I don't take it easy I won't be able to run at all.

Basically, on the road to a complete recovery.  My neck still acts up and I have pain every now and then, but I'm healing.

Oh!  I thought I'd let you all know that I'm going to be running my first ever 10k in June...I'll keep you posted.  6.2 miles baby!!  YEeaaaaahh.

Silent cheerleaders, I need you now more than ever.  Every little piece of support I get makes it easier for me to push through.  Thank you all so much!

Running Update: Family

This is where I draw the line.  My family.  They come first. 

 (watching Curious George, cuz he's sooo cool!)

The last time I ran was my last running post to you all.  Since then, it's been a recovery period for myself while my children proceeded to get very ill.  

I'm a mommy and wife, first, THEN whatever kind of wannabe athlete after.  So, yeah, mileage count.  

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Not going to lie.  I feel like junk.  I want to run so bad.  It's been a week and I feel like I'm growing a second stomach or something.  Getting a little stir crazy.  The gym has yoga/pilates this morning and I had planned to go, because they offer childcare and it's only an hour and I NEED to exercise.  But my little girl had me up half the night with her coughing, choking and wheezing.  So it was a no brainer for me this morning.  Baby girl is just not well enough for me to take her out.  Yet another day, inside, the weather is horrible and my legs are going to start involuntarily running in place if I don't get to the gym soon.

Don't lose hope in me silent cheerleaders.  Just keeping my priorities straight is all.

Sewing: Zip yo' lip, girl!

My sisters can attest to the fact that I was a bit lippy when I was younger and my step-dad's favorite phrase was, "zip yo' lip!"  Sometimes in jest but most of the time not...I don't think I ever really learned my lesson...

Anyway, anyone ever started a hobby and then got to the point where you knew you should be taking bigger steps but were scared?  Join my club.  My fear came in the form of two rows of teeth neatly fitted together, ranging from 7 to 22 inches and a wide array of colors. 

The zipper.

Since the beginning of the year, I have been determined to sew in a zipper.  But scared as I was the closest I would get to even TOUCHING a zipper was buying them on sale and stashing them away telling myself, "someday soon, someday soon".  Every time I'd open my sewing drawer, there they would lay gritting their surly teeth at me.  But I would quickly slam the drawer and find something else to do so  I could forget about them.

But today, was the day.  Don't ask me why.  The weather was bad, the sun didn't shine ONCE and I never left the house.  So, it wasn't like there was a gorgeous day with that magical sunshine beaming through my windows inspiring me to be brave or anything.  No.  Today was just normal.

 

So, I pulled out some fabric that I bought on sale months ago (hoping to make myself a skirt...with a zipper.  Never did.) and set to work.  Not without interruptions though.  Because it wouldn't be a challenge without a few hiccups, right?

My baby girl was so, so grumpy today.  She is still sick and very clingy.  She sat on my lap and cried.

And cried...but it was so cute.

But I finally got her to bed and dug back into my very scary zipper.

Until I realized that I need to be sewing all of my seams at 5/8.  And I wasn't.  Seam ripper to the rescue.  

(if you look closely you can see the two seams.  I had to rip out the outer seam)

Then it came time for the zipper and I was nervous.  I pulled out the zipper foot and fumbled around.

Pinned my zipper down and set to sewing.  And it worked!!  It seriously, seriously sewed right into place.  Like magic.  Wow, following the directions makes things so much easier.

And I really like my skirt.

Fits great and I can't wait to wear it in public.  I'm going to sew another skirt with another zipper on another day.

Zip-i-dee-do-da, zip-i-dee-ay!

Running Update: Laced up my shoes today

My neck feels better.  I think that's because I practically pulled it off my shoulders to twist and move my very, very tender muscles in an effort to convince them to disentangle themselves from the back of my brain.  A few tears were shed yesterday in my endeavor.  It's ok.  I feel a million times better today.  There is still a twinge if I move my neck a certain way, but at least I can move my neck!

Today I went to the gym with my babies.  Mistake number one.  Walked in an hour AFTER the babysitter for the gym had gone home.  So, no sitter for the kids.  I decided that I would try to run as fast as I could while the children entertained themselves in the playroom...right next to me.  Mistake number two.  I wasn't even at a mile when Cylas pops his head out and yells REALLY loud that he has to "go peeeee!"
"Just go, it's ok!  Just go!"  I'm huffing and puffing and my neck hurts because I'm twisting it the wrong way so I can see him better.  I almost fall off and he's still staring at me not moving.

At a mile an a half, I hear screeching and Cylas opens the door again this time to tell me Roma wants to talk to me.  She has PBJ all over her face and she's crying.  Rats.  My treadmill is still churning at 6.2 mph.  I hop off, give her a quick kiss and dart back to the mill.  My little red numbers smile back at me 1.3.  Shoot.  how am I going to make it to 2 miles without my kids killing themselves...  Solution.  Run faster.  7.0 it is and I'm sweating fiercely, at this point, and hoping that Cylas doesn't open that door again because I just know that I will fly off backwards like somebody from the Matrix kicked me and slam into what ever is behind me.  Thankfully, he doesn't and I successfully completed a 2.1 mile run in a little over 20 minutes...slow,  but pretty ok considering I was on a treadmill running for my life. 

7.4

Don't be disappointed.  I'm going to be running tomorrow, too.  Maybe another 5 miler?  This time SANS children, blessed Mary mother of God save me.

Silent cheerleaders?  Show me some love. 

Running Update: Discouraged

I thought for sure after almost two weeks I would have recovered, but it's not so.  Two weeks ago I hurt my neck and ever since I've been in severe pain.  It affects my sleep.  My nights have included me grabbing my own neck and holding it tightly so I can turn my body into a new position.  I haven't had a full range of motion in my neck this whole time and it's making simple tasks that much harder.  Picking up my children, doing dishes, making dinner, cleaning up the house.

Monday I ran full tilt beating my treadmill time and coasting through 5.3 miles like it was nothing.  THAT was glorious.  But now, it's Wednesday and I know that I need to put in another 5 miles but I'm not sure my neck will allow me.  I can't even swallow my food or drink without it hurting!!  It's horrible.  So, if once again, my miles are low this week bear with me, please.  My body is letting me know that I have to rest and it's KILLING ME!  My legs are burning to go for a run, but I don't want to continue to aggravate my neck muscles.  Please pray that I recover soon, because I don't know how much more I can take...sleepless nights, inhabited exercise and constant pain.

Grrrr.

Silent cheerleaders, you know what to do.

Running Update: Water

I can't truly enjoy my water unless it's cold.  Very cold.  So, I keep a glass in the fridge.  My glass is always frosty and it's the best water ever.  It's also a sort of challenge to see how many times I can empty my glass throughout the day.

I read once that when you're going on long runs you should only drink when thirsty.  I guess that makes sense.  Well, I drink my glass down at least four or more times a day.  I do have my "off" days where I get too busy, but I try to make sure I'm plenty hydrated.

Anyway, last night, I went running and I almost stopped at a mile and a half!  My legs felt like lead or blocks, or something awful.  I dragged myself up to two miles, almost fell off the treadmill, even, then told myself that if I can make it to two then I could do NO LESS than 3.2 (a 5k).  The little red numbers flicked up to 3.2 and I figured I should try and push to 3.5.  My legs still felt like I had monsters gnawing on them but I couldn't stop because my little red numbers were up to 3.7.  So, I polished the evening off with 4.1, 140 abs sets and 70 arm reps.  I suppose I should be fair and tell you all that I had been up since 2:45am with two sick children, didn't eat lunch and didn't take a nap.  REST and FOOD are important!!  uhm, like, duh.

Today I went to the gym and it was like I was a new woman.  I did an hour and a half of Zumba and then a 3.6 mile run.
Total miles for the week:

16.3 

Don't know how to feel about this number.  The goal I set for myself is to have logged at least 20 + miles a week.   Should I beat myself up?  Mmmm, naw, I ran and I ran, and then pushed when I felt like I couldn't even lift my legs.

Here we go silent cheerleaders.  Another month is on the horizon.  Three cheers for staying committed this whole month!

**The YTD mileage summary: 76 miles, so far, for the month of January**