Sharing my experience…again

Scared speechless? Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I know, it’s hard to believe for most of those who know me. But I really am if, or when, I have to stand up in front of a group of people and talk or give a speech. I sweat. I stutter, kind of. My voice quivers and yes, sometimes, I even clam up and nothing comes out. I know, once again, hard to believe, right?

Well, I decided to take a class at Alexandria Technical and Community College called, “Scared Speechless – How to Overcome the Fear of Public Speaking.” The class was taught by Robin Johnson, who I have to say, was fantastic…and I am not just saying that because she will probably be reading this. She was very calming, professional, funny and down to Earth. She made us feel at ease. Like we were normal and not the scaredy-cats we all believed we were. She believed in us, which in turn, made us believe in us. (If that made sense!) The class was great and I am happy I took it. Despite the fact that last night, all the students in the class (there were only a handful of us) had to each give an eight-minute speech.

I really didn’t know what the heck I was going to talk about for eight minutes. EIGHT WHOLE MINUTES. That in itself was scary. But then, it happened. I had to write a column for the newspaper and when I finished it, I immediately thought, “OMG, I just wrote my speech!” Awesome.

Well, my column (I wrote about my 10K running experience), which you can read here, didn’t last eight minutes when I read it out loud, so I had to include more information…an intro at the beginning and a longer ending. When I read it at home, it was five seconds short of eight minutes. Whew! I made it. I even practiced it a few times.

Well, last night, when I read it in class, some how, some way, I ended up stretching it out even longer and it turned into a 10-minute speech. Yep, TEN WHOLE MINUTES! I stood up, in front of a group of people and spoke for 10 minutes. And I don’t think my voice was as shaky as I expected it to be.

I want to thank Robin for giving me the encouragement and the skills needed to start my journey of getting over the fear of public speaking. I have to admit that afterward, I was pretty pumped up. Although, if anyone was standing close to me, they would have seen all the sweat beads formed over my upper lip!

I just hope that next time, it goes as smoothly as I felt it went last night!

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Emotional ride

It’s amazing what a little inspiration, a positive attitude and a simple, but amazing, chat with another runner can do for a person.

Today, my husband and I completed our first 10K…a 6.2 mile run in Fargo, North Dakota. It was amazing. All my self doubt about not being able to complete the run went out the door this morning when I decided to face this run with an upbeat, positive attitude and no more self pity.

We stood side by side at the starting line, but when the gun went off, I started running one direction…more to the right…and my husband started running a different direction…more to the left. Not once did I look where he was at or worry about how far in front of me he was. For the first time during a race, I focused on me, myself and I. Not a single other person. No one.

I cranked up my music, which were new running tunes I had recently downloaded. No lyrics, just awesome upbeat, up-tempo music that helped me set my pace. I concentrated on my breathing and my running. I concentrated on me.

I also had little pep talks with myself…as weird as that may sound. I kept repeating over and over, “You’ve got this. You can do it. You are running a 10K. How many other people can say they can run a 10K. You’ve got this.” (So, okay, there were tons of other people running a 10K, but at that point, it didn’t matter to me. I mattered to me.)

“Hey, are you the blog lady?”

OMG! Somebody recognized me. Which, okay, probably helped that I had my T-shirt on with my logo on it. But still, someone recognized me from my blog.

“Yes, yes I am.” I replied back, after taking my headphones out so I could actually hear her. She told me “way to go” or something like that, complimented me on my shirt and then said, “You can do it!” Or something like that.

Goosebumps ran up through my entire body and I don’t think I could have had a bigger smile on my face. It may have been simple to her, but to me, it was exactly what I needed to keep going, not give up and finish strong.

So, thanks to the runner, who happened to be a member of the team, Miles for Mark. You have no idea what you did for me. Thank you.

As I crossed the finish line, my arms flew up in that, “Yes, I did it!” motion. It is hard to describe the feeling. Truly it is. My husband was there waiting for me and I think we high-fived, hugged and kissed. Then, as I put the medal around my neck, for some reason, the dam broke and the tears came. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I did it. I completed my first 10K and the coolest part, I ran the whole thing. I didn’t walk once. And…I got under the time I had set for myself. I wanted to finish it in one hour and ten minutes and I did it in one hour and nine minutes. I couldn’t be happier.

Oh, and another really, really cool part of the day…I got to meet a fellow runner, Weight Watchers member and blogger, Jim Lindlauf. It was awesome to meet him in person. Jim recently finished his second marathon and today, ran the half marathon. He is an inspiration!

Thanks to everyone who encourage me and had the faith in me to complete this race! It was an awesome way for my husband and I to celebrate our 2nd anniversary!

Me at the finish line!

Al and I at the finish line.

Me giving my medal a big ol' kiss!

Our times according to our watches. My official time was 01:09:33 and Al's official time was 01:01:22.

Us...again!

Our medal...yes, we actually received a medal!

A "Miles for Mark" sign near the finish line.


A change of heart?

So, okay, I have been doing some thinking. Long and hard thinking. Which by the way, I do from time to time. Surprising, isn’t it? That I do, indeed, think.

Anyway, in my last post, I said I was going to give up running. When I wrote that blog entry, I was not in a good place – mentally, not literally.

I felt defeated…for more than one reason. After the race in St. Cloud, I really did struggle to breathe; my lungs ached and I coughed and wheezed more than any other race I’ve participated in.

It wasn’t what I was expecting. I guess I am always expecting more.

But see, the thing is, it was cold and damp that morning, plus the run included at least four hills (or what I consider hills because I am a novice runner). Sometimes, I don’t take everything into consideration. I focus too much on my time – not on my breathing – and I think I have finally realized I need to let go of that – my time, not my breathing. I know I have to breathe while running!

And speaking of time, I was really shooting for 30 minutes or at least 31 minutes and I ran it in 32 minutes and 19 seconds. I know…learn to let go, right? Yes. I have since let go.

And since I wrote my whining blog about wanting to quit, I have received plenty of feedback. Surprisingly, more people have told me to go ahead and quit and that it is okay to do so. I’m not sure why, but I was surprised by that.

I think in the back of my mind, when I wrote it, I was looking for some encouragement. I was looking for a hint of glimmer or that little bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, I was making the wrong the decision and that I shouldn’t give up. At least not without checking with my doctor first.

I was looking for what I believe I provide to others on a regular basis – inspiration.

I was down and I needed just a little pick-me-up. Don’t we all need that sometime?

Well, I got my inspiration, but not in a post or comment on my blog site (athough there were a couple of inspiring ones!). I got my biggest inspiration from a former co-worker and friend of mine who sent me an email, an email I wanted to receive from her.

She is and has been an inspiration to me through most of my journey. She doesn’t really know it, but she is my positive reinforcement when things aren’t going the right direction or when I need a little pick-me-up. She always seems to know when I need a little something, a little nudge. Not sure how, but she always sends me a message when I need it the most. So, thanks to the running, yoga and biking queen who rules the roads now in St. Paul/Minneapolis.

Erin, you truly inspire me.

Thanks for your words of wisdom…and encouragement.

In addition to Erin’s email, I received some inspiration from a couple of conversations I had and from a personal message on my personal Facebook page.

Thanks to all of you who gave me what I needed.

And, I also have to give a HUGE thanks to my husband. I kind of shot him down in my last blog post and that wasn’t very fair. He encourages and inspires all the time and I thank him for it. Sometimes, I think he doesn’t understand, but then we talk and I realize just how much he truly does understand me and gets where I am coming from. Thanks, Al, for always being there for me…listening, encouraging and loving me for me.

I am gearing up for this Saturday’s 10K in Fargo and I truly am looking forward to it. And I have already made up my mind that I don’t care what my time is. I care only that I finish….without walking any of it!

My husband’s take on the 5K

As you all know, my husband and I ran the in the Fargo 5K on May 21. He decided to write about it for a column that runs in the newspaper we both work for, the Echo Press.

The column, which runs each Friday, is called "It’s Our Turn," and it rotates among members of the editorial staff. It was his turn and he thought he would share his thoughts on the 5K. And now, I thought I would share the column with you, my readers.

It’s a great perspective…plus, he’s an awesome writer. Seriously.

You can check out his column in our newspaper by clicking on the link, www.echopress.com/event/article/id/75283/group/Opinion/  or you can read it below. Enjoy!

The title was, "Ten lessons learned from running a 5K."

I ran in a 5K race in Fargo last weekend.

Notice I said “ran” instead of “competed” because that’s a more accurate description of what took place.

Actually “ran” isn’t quite the right word either. “Jogged” is more fitting.

But even though my time – just over 37 minutes to complete 3.1 miles – wasn’t the speediest, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

I’m not a seasoned runner. This was only the second 5K I’ve participated in. But I do like to jog every now and then to burn off some stress, enjoy the outdoors and to take a break from sitting on the couch. I also enjoy going out for a run with my wife. It’s one of those shared activities that gives you a good sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. We both participated in the 5K, running each step practically side by side, except when the maddening crowd – more than 5,100 runners and walkers – made it impossible to do.

Along the way, I learned some lessons about competing in a 5K:

1. Get in line early. We arrived at the race registration headquarters, the FargoDome, hours ahead of time but we didn’t know when or where runners would start lining up until we discovered several thousand people were already ahead of us in the staging area. When the starting gun started, we were way back in the pack.

2. Be prepared for chaos. When we finally crossed the starting line eight minutes after the race had started, there were thick clusters of runners, walkers, baby strollers and little kids all over the place. We tried our best to zig-zag around them and followed other runners’ strategy by veering off into people’s yards and sidewalks. It was crazy and hectic – but kind of fun.

3. Runners come in all shapes and sizes. There is no definitive description of a 5K runner. We saw people in their 70s and children barely out of diapers. There were runners short and tall, those skinny-as-a-rail to those who looked like permanent couch potatoes. Their experience, varied too – from seasoned pros (they had enough “gear” to open a sports store) to greenhorns in their first race. The fact that we were all bonding together toward a common goal – the finish line – made all those differences irrelevant.

4. Running doesn’t take months of training or mountains of work. You just have to want to do it and make the effort.

5. Runners are generally pretty cool people. Despite the huge field of runners, there was no pushing, yelling or rude behavior. People were friendly, smiling and encouraging.

6. People like runners. Along the route, dozens of people sat outside in their lawn chairs, cheering the runners on. They held signs. They clapped. Some sprayed water on the over-heated runners who wanted cooling off. They shouted, “You can do it! Keep going! Almost there!” Exactly why they did all this was a mystery to me. All we were doing was moving our feet. But the support was a great boost.

7. A welcoming touch really does matter. The whole town of Fargo got behind this racing event, which also included a 10K, a half-marathon and a marathon. Signs were everywhere welcoming the runners. The media coverage was extensive. It was all they were talking about on TV, radio and in the newspaper. The buzz and excitement helped. It was like an added level of support and an extra shot of adrenaline.

8. Don’t be ashamed to say “it was just a 5K.” At first, when people in Fargo asked which race I was competing in, I felt a little sheepish telling them it was the 5K. But everyone I told it to was still impressed. After awhile, I accepted the fact that although my race was nowhere near a 26.2-mile marathon, it was still a personal challenge worth completing.

9. Set your sights high. The 5K was fun, memorable and rewarding. So much so that I want to take it to another level. Next year, I’m going to run in the 10K. Well, maybe not “run” but you get the idea.

10. A “fast” time isn’t as important as finishing. It was humbling to see the 5K top runner finish the race in less than half the time it took me. But then I realized how much training, time and dedication that runner must have put into his regimen. He and the other top runners deserved their fast times. My main goal was just to finish the race. In the end, we were all winners.

Haven’t been happy

The past two weeks have not been fun. I’ve been sick. And you want to know what happens when you’re sick? You don’t exercise. My last run was on the Saturday before Mother’s Day. I have walked a couple of times since then, but haven’t done anything else.

It sucks.

On Tuesday, I finally went to the doctor and found out I have bronchitis. Oh joy. Yippee. Not happy. He gave me the good ol’ Z-Pak and some Robitussin with codeine. I am finally starting to feel somewhat better. Somewhat.

But see, here’s the thing…I have a 5K race. On Friday. In Fargo. As in tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. I am still debating whether or not I should do it, but I have to say, I am leaning more toward doing it. I will have four days of the five-day antibiotics taken, plus, I have my son’s inhaler I am bringing with me. Yes, I talked to the doctor (who by the way is running the half-marathon on Saturday in Fargo) and he said it would be okay to use my son’s inhaler. He actually told me I should go ahead and do the race and that it might be good for me. If I am feeling better, that is.

Seriously? Well, I think he might actually be right. 

I actually can’t believe I am going to say what I  am about to say, but…I…Miss…Exercise!!!!!!

Yes, I really do. I miss working up a sweat. It feels so good to sweat, doesn’t it? I keep replaying my last run in my head and remember how good it felt. I keep thinking about the Jillian Michaels exercise DVDs I’ve been doing and how she really, really makes me sweat. I keep thinking about how good I feel when I am done exercising.

It’s amazing that in less than two weeks time, I can tell a difference with my body that I haven’t been exercising. It’s almost as if I am going backward. But, really, I know I am not. It just feels that way. I feel weak. I feel like things are starting to sag again. Not kidding about that one. It just stinks.

I just want to feel better. I just want to quit coughing. I just want my ribs not to hurt from coughing. I just want it back to normal. Yes, I sometimes, can be a whiner. 

I am hoping for a great night’s sleep tonight, with no coughing attacks and then maybe sleep in tomorrow morning. (Yes, I have been working while I have been sick. Actually, I have put in more hours than usual because I am quite busy right now, which probably hasn’t helped me heal because I have had a lack of sleep.)

Anyway, if you are in Fargo tomorrow and feel like watching the 5K tomorrow night, look for me. I will be the one dragging my butt along, breathing heavily, perhaps coughing, but nonetheless, doing it. I have to. Don’t I?

A day of shopping

Yesterday, I spent the day in Fargo with four other Weight Watchers gals. Two of them are leaders and two of them are receptionists, like me.

It was supposed to be a day of shopping and then we were to attend a three-hour seminar. The good news is the shopping was fabulous. I mean, FAB-U-LOUS!!! The bad news is the seminar was cancelled – two hours before it was supposed to start. 

As disappointed as I was about the seminar being cancelled, I still had an awesomely terrific day. Why? I’ll tell you.

Want to know something cool about spending the day with others who are Weight Watchers people and health conscious? You don’t have to worry about being the only one who chooses healthy entrees. You don’t have to be tempted by the delicious, fattening, not-good-for-you food that your friends order. You don’t have to feel guilty for skipping the cheese on your sandwich or whatever it may be. Really, it was awesome. Kind of enlightening, almost.

For lunch, we all ate at the food court at the West Acres Mall. As we walked in, we scanned the places to eat and immediately all headed to Subway. One ordered a salad with fat-free dressing; one ordered a veggie sandwich on whole wheat bread with a bag of baked BBQ chips; two ordered the chicken breast sandwich on whole wheat bread minus cheese or fattening dressing; and I ordered the ham and turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread and a bag of plain baked chips. Three had diet pop and two of us had water.

Really, truly, it was awesome. There was no pressure. No temptations. No guilt. No regrets. It was fun.

And then for supper, we hit Granite City Brewery. We decided since the seminar was cancelled, we may as well go out to eat before we headed home. After we were handed the menus and the waiter came back to get our order, one of the ladies flat out asked him, "So what’s the healthiest thing on your menu?" His answer was comical. After listing off just two items – some grilled chicken sandwich and some grilled chicken entree – he said, "Well, we’re not really into healthy foods here." Or something like that. We all laughed.

I ordered the southwestern grilled chicken salad with a tequila lime vinaigrette dressing, which, okay, the dressing may not have been that healthy, but I asked the waiter to hold the cheese and the tortilla strips that were supposed to be on it. Everything else on the salad – the lettuce, tomatoes, corn, black beans and cilantro – was good for me. Two of the ladies ordered the grilled chicken entree; one ordered the grilled chicken sandwich with no sauce or dressing and no side of fries and she only ate the top part of the bun; and the other ordered just a side of broccoli, which I thought was pretty cool.

Again, no one felt guilty about ordering what they ordered. No one made fun of anybody for eating healthy. It truly was a great experience. I enjoyed every second of my trip.

But the best part of the whole day? When I tried on some dresses – size 8 dresses – and they fit. I know I have talked about sizing before and how it doesn’t matter or how it shouldn’t matter, but let’s face it, it does. I mean come on, who I am kidding? Who are women kidding when they say it doesn’t matter? The fact of the matter is that it felt great, downright euphoric and maybe, just maybe, a little powerful, for some reason. The last dress I bought was a size 14 or 16. And that was just a year and a half ago.

I ended up buying three of the dresses…I just might be attending that 20th-year class reunion after all! 

My new goal

So last summer, I ran my first 5K. It was awesome. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I ran it with my husband and son. We did okay, but I could have done a lot better.

Well, today, my husband and I signed up for the Fargo 5K. It is in May and I am pumped for it. I want to trim at least three minutes off my time from my first one. We’ll see what happens.

I decided to set a new goal of doing at least three 5K runs next year. I think I have my husband talked into doing them all with me. I can’t wait. I know I am doing the Fargo one in May and then I have one in Alexandria in September. I am thinking I need to do one in June or maybe August. July might be too hot. If anyone knows of any that are close to the Alexandria area in June or August, please let me know. Send me an e-mail at celbeam@gmail.com.

Thanks and happy running!