Pop, Snap, Crack…

I took a long break from running this summer after the Zombie Run mainly because the heat just did me in. I don’t do well with temps above 85 degrees, mainly because I get over heated running to begin with so running in a sauna doesn’t help! However, I have my marathon scheduled on 1/1/14 so I decided it was time to get back at the last week of August.

Since we were working at Cody’s house I decided to get my 6 miles in around his subdivision. I laced up and headed out about 7 in the morning. I jokingly told Mike if I didn’t make it back within 2 hours to come looking for me!

Well, things were going well except for the fact that I was extremely out of shape and huffing and puffing but was still chugging along. Then my foot hit something in the road (yeah, I need to work on picking my feet up higher) and I tumbled. I got up and did a quick inventory. Everything felt ok, just a little scrape on my arm, so I decided to keep going. Plus, there was an older gentleman watching me (the ONLY person on the roads I had encountered). I took off and went about 10 feet when I heard a loud pop and my left foot started hurting, badly. I started walking and the guy asked if I was ok. I smiled and told him I was fine and tried to keep going. After he went inside, I found a spot to sit down. Boy, did my foot hurt. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my cellphone with me (never again) so I had to hobble 1 1/2 miles back to Cody’s house.

I told Mike that I thought I had broken my foot. We got my shoe and sock off and while it looked a little swollen it wasn’t that bad. He thought I probably just sprained it. Since that Monday was a holiday, I decided to give it some time and see if it would heal up.

It still hurt from time to time but it seemed to be getting better. I did another 5 mile walk (decided not to run after the first mile) and it hurt pretty bad at the end. Since it seemed to have been getting better I took a couple of weeks off. When it felt better, I tried a 10 mile walk. I was hobbling toward the end but made it back to my car unscathed. I got home and iced my foot. When I got up to get more ice my foot felt like it was clicking…yes, clicking. That’s when I decided I probably needed to go to the doctor.

The verdict?

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Yep, broken. The doctor was floored that I had been running/walking on a broken foot for 5 weeks. He said the reason it felt like it was getting better was probably because it was trying to fill the break in with new bone cells then I was re-breaking it every time I did my walks. I was put in a boot for 6 weeks and now it looks like this!

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It’s filling in and looking pretty good. The doctor said that I need to go another two weeks before I start training again. That only gives me about 2 months to prepare for the marathon!

Run for Your Lives, Zombie Apocalypse 5K Obstacle, Dallas, Texas

What do you do when the zombie apocalypse happens? Run for your life!


Amy, Jeremy and I made our way to Cousin’s Paintball field for a day filled with zombies and mud! One of the things I like about this obstacle race was how seriously they took it. The zombies weren’t just people dressed in halloween costumes, they actually had an area where professional makeup was applied.



There were a ton of people standing around and enjoying the DJ and other festivities. We were in the 9AM flight and lined up to start. My stomach started churning just before we began! I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting, but in some areas there were 20-30 zombies waiting to take your flags. Some of them were runners and some were walkers who barely moved. Thankfully, they had rules that not all of your flags could be taken in one leg! Otherwise, I would have been dead in the first area. It was a lot of fun trying to dart around the zombies and to see the different outfits. The zombies weren’t allowed to touch you at the obstacles, but anywhere else and all was fair game!

The obstacles were quite muddy and some of them were trying. I was able to get over a few walls that were about 4 feet tall, but wasn’t able to climb over a 10ft wall, which Amy made! I’m a chicken when it comes to heights like that!

We went into one building that was completely black. I assumed it would be just a dark place where people jumped out at you, but nope…they had wires hanging around that shocked you. I mean, shake your teeth shock you. Wasn’t exactly pleasant!


I turned around as soon as I was shocked and crawled back out the entry! I lost my last flag toward the end, as did Amy. Amy would have made it through if the Zombies didn’t talk to each other and tattle on her! In fact, it shouldn’t be legal for them to talk. Zombies can’t talk. The last mud obstacle was a crawling one. Some of it wasn’t so bad on my knees because it was squishy but some of it was more rock than mud and wasn’t pleasant!


From there you climbed up some wood slats to the top of the water slide. This scared the tar out of me. Amy was already at the top and helped me get up there since there was no where to hold on to pull myself up. With all that mud on my feet I was slipping and sliding!


The water in the tub had chlorine, probably to help kill any crap you picked up in the mud! There was one last zombie crowd to get through to the finish. However, I didn’t have my flag left for them to take. We tried to fake the zombies out by running together to help these other two people make it through with a flag. One of them made it, but one did not!



We were infected!


We were able to shower off and watch the rest of the people try to finish. They were taking shoe donations and had quite a nice pile when we were leaving!


On our way out we saw this one lady with a zombie baby backpack. She passed us during the race!


So, while we were infected, it was a good time all around!


We finished in 1:30, which wasn’t too bad considering all of the obstacles and mud!


Wildseed Farms 5K, Fredericksburg, Texas

This was one of the prettier courses I’ve run! Granted, there weren’t as many flowers as I thought there would be but we are still in drought conditions. The weather was lovely, although slightly warm. However, the skies were blue and sun was shining! The Wildseed Farms is a lovely place to visit if you’re ever in the area!


We all lined up to get ready to run through the wildflower farm. This was a women’s only run, but there were one or two men there to support their wives/sisters/girlfriends/friends. The line wrapped all the way around to the main building.


They sounded the bullhorn and we were off!


We stayed on the farm and even went next to a creek. It was quite peaceful and the flowers were beautiful.




Most of the flowers were found toward the front of the farm and building. They had a test area where they grew different flowers in patches.

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Breakfast was provided along with wine tasting and mimosas! There was a band for our entertainment as we relaxed afterward.




All in all it was a fun race! Maybe next year they’ll have better luck with the flowers throughout the race area.


I just couldn’t get enough of the poppies! So beautiful!


We walked most of it with intervals of running. Then toward the end we hooked up with some other ladies and did 1/1 intervals. My Garmin showed 3.5 miles and finished in 53:19.

When the fat Comes Back

The past couple of months, since giving up dieting, I’ve been reading Go Kaleo’s blog and have joined the Eating the Food Facebook Group (awesome support there!). I’ve also read Matt Stone’s books Eat for Heat and Diet Recovery 2 as well as Amber’s Taking up Space. Slowly, I’ve replaced all of the blogs/books I used to read about calorie restriction and the latest/greatest diet with items that promote healthy living and loving the body you have now, not the body you’re longing to have.

I’m struggling a bit though. I’ve gained weight. I went from a 55lb loss to a 33lb loss, which is still a loss but…sigh…22lbs? I “think” my scale has stopped moving up but I’m trying not to weigh myself too much because I’m afraid of what the number will be. There are plenty of other people in my camp and the common response is “be patient. Just keep going and you’ll start losing again”. Shoot, look at Amber’s results and that should speak for itself. However, on the same foot, people have laughed at others who just kept going with Paleo thinking it would eventually work for them. So, that little voice in my head starts saying “what if they’re wrong? What if they’re just saying that because that’s what they ALL say?”

I’m really trying my best not to flip out and start dropping my calories again. My metabolism is shot. I know this. I’ve been perpetually dieting since my mom made me do Weight Watchers with her when I was 11. I’m not faulting my mom, not at all. She did what she felt was right, but it also started an unhealthy view of food from then on.

When I started the re-feeding I ate whatever my body craved. What did it crave? Chocolate, candy, cake, greasy burgers, and chocolate…did I mention chocolate? So, I let myself eat it. Before, I would buy a bag of almond M&Ms. Not the small personal size but the big mama jama bag. I’d eat the whole bag in one sitting while Mike was gone or while I was at work in my office then I’d hide the evidence. I did a lot of “closet” eating like that. On my 30th day sugar free, I ate cookies, cake, and candy because I had reached my goal of 30 days and could enjoy a “little bit” now. Eating disorder? Pfft…no, I didn’t have an eating disorder. I was still fat. People with EDs are thin and make themselves either starve or throw up. That definitely was NOT me. Then again, that’s what anyone with an ED would say, isn’t it? I may not have been anorexic or bulimic but I definitely had an unhealthy relationship with food.

I still have some days where I eat a lot of sugar, but I also have quite a few days where I think “oh, I can get a candy bar at lunch and be done with it by the time I get back to the office and no one will know” but then don’t do it because I don’t really want to eat it. It’s just the ED rearing its ugly head again. I recognize this now. And while it’s extremely embarrassing for me to admit I hid food, I know I’m not alone. I also understand that sugar, starch, salt, and fat help to repair a destroyed metabolism so it’s not any shock that I would be craving some of the foods I’m craving.

However, I’m still scared to death. What if all of this won’t work for me like it did for some of the others? As some people have said I am not a “special snowflake”. Tammy’s body works the same as most every one else’s. So, I just have to trust in the process and keep on keeping on.

One of the measurements for metabolism health is body temperature. If you’re below 98 degrees, then you need to do more work on your system. Also, after you eat a “warm” meal (meaning it raises the core temperature and repairs the metabolism) you should feel it. I have yet to feel that warming sensation. However, I am learning to identify certain things my body is trying to tell me. For instance, my “I’m satiated” signal is very very quiet but it is there. If I eat slow enough and listen I can identify that and stop eating. This typically happens well before I finish my entire meal. There are days though that I don’t hear it or the taste of the food is so “loud” that it overpowers that signal and I eat until I’m bursting at the seams. I know this now and with knowledge comes power. I’m not sure if I’m brave enough to post unflattering pictures here, but I will do my best to keep track of my progress.

All of that being said, and that’s quite a bit so thank you for still reading!, I am able to lift weights and can feel myself getting stronger every day. My running on the other hand has suffered because I just haven’t done it in a month. That’s ok though. My body needed a break from it so I gave it to her.


Junk Drawers

I’ve slowly been trying to clear out the junk in my house. There is so much clutter (albeit better) that the house just doesn’t feel comfortable to me. After seeing how much stuff my Dad, Aunt, and Uncles had to clear out of Grandma’s house (and she didn’t have a lot by most standards) it made me think even more. Would I want someone to have to clear out all the junk in my house if I passed suddenly? No, I wouldn’t want them to have to concern themselves with all of it.

I’ve decided to get back to trying to minimalize my house. I don’t regret getting rid of some of my sentimental items but it was definitely bittersweet. It’s tough because it’s not just my stuff, but “our” stuff. Some things I may want to get rid of Mike may not want to. However, I’m going to do my best! I am going to go through my DVDs and get rid of any I haven’t watched in the last year or two (which is quite a bit!), donate more clothes, get rid of my excess dishes, clear out the nicknacks, get rid of the CDs I’ve uploaded to my computer, and just get rid of stuff I’ve held on to for so long but haven’t utilized for any reason. My wedding dress is still hanging in my closet, but I’m going to eventually cut it up and make a quilt out of it!

My biggest hurdle will be going through the stuff Dad gave me that was Grandma’s. She left me all of her crocheting items. I don’t really crochet, but I have tried. However, I know how important it was to her and I’m honored she wanted me to have it. I also have my Mom’s wedding china. She gave it to me and I’d like to keep one place setting to put on display instead of leaving it all in a big Tupperware box. I can give the rest to my Brother, but I’m not sure how Mom would feel about that!

Speaking of nostalgia, I’ll sign off with the best Star Wars picture…evah!