Monday Motivation

 New Year, same me with a few enhancements. At the end of each year, I sit down to see what I’ve accomplished and what I want to accomplish this year. These are my actions for the year. I left goals a long time ago because goals were wishes my heart made with no intention of actually completing. Go to the gym? Yup, I do that. I have a program that I love when it comes to lifting. I’ve seen tremendous gains from the previous six months, so I’m excited to see what the future brings for me with my lifting. Nutrition? Believe it or not, I have this piece dialed in. I’ve based my eating on how I feel. Not based on a fad because fads don’t last. This is what keeps me from feeling swollen, bloated, miserable. I created my plan based on what I needed, not anyone else. Sleep? This one came more naturally once I created eating habits that fit me. I sleep better. I wake up refreshed. I am ready to tackle the day. Stress? This one is a tougher one because I needed to really hone in on what would help me work through the stress of my job, being a mom, etc. What I have learned from this piece is I am doing all things I love or want to do or that challenge me. It is just that simple. When I find myself stressed, I take a moment jot down notes, and I ask myself what I want from this piece of stress. How can I use this to my benefit? 

Then, what could be on my accomplishments list? Build my reading habits. Continue my learning of Spanish. Continue learning how to be a better teacher of reading. Continue growing in the gym. Building my business - Arbonne and selling curriculum. Once I made these decisions I became excited. What happened next, I doubted myself. I wondered if I was worth it. I am. No one else can believe in me if I don’t believe in myself. I need to get out of my own way. 

Today’s motto, stay out of your own way!! Develop morning habits and routines that create success!

Hot Minute

 A lot has happened since I last blogged in 2011 - divorce, found out who I was, struggles with health, became a better mom, became a better educator, continued my education, remarried, grappled with health, and now an entrepreneur. 

The biggest journey I’ve been on is to turn my health around. I hadn’t been feeling 100%, and I needed find a way to heal. It wasn’t fair to my kids, my new husband, and my step son. I’ve done a lot of research. I embarked on a journey with a nutrition coach from my CrossFit box. Coach Lauren is phenomenal. She helped me make changes that needed to happen. I took my last sip of diet soda on January 6th, 2019. I walked away from processed foods, gluten, soy, and other inflammatory foods. I began feeling so much better. My thyroid medicine was reduced, but I was not fully at optimized health. I read books, made slight changes, and I continued on my journey. Unfortunately, my journey took a brief hiatus when I had fibroids that caused a lack of working out, a mess up of hormones, and pain I won’t soon forget. It hurt to walk even the short distance from one classroom to the next. Coach Lauren encouraged me to eat steak and beef because I was flirting with the line of anemia. My ob/gyn attributes my health going into the surgery to her suggesting healing foods. The healing process was long. I needed to balance my hormones, my thyroid, and come to find out my blood sugar. Did you know they are all connected? Most people don’t. Honestly, I didn’t think about them being connected because most times they are treated as individual issues. My research, my reading, my asking questions took me to a new level. Then, my doctor reached out to me. New research and developments in my medication I’ve been taking for a decade causes a rise in A1C, and it could be the cause of a few other issues. When talking with my doctor, he wanted me to search for a new shampoo because he thought the shampoo plus the less than optimal thyroid function was causing my hair to fall out in clumps. We are talking Matt and I needed to install a hair catcher in our drain because I was losing that much hair. Based on some recommendations by my doctor plus my reading, I shored up my eating. Making sure I was getting plenty of protein, quality veggies, and fresh fruit. I talked to Shauna about Arbonne’s hair products. I decided to test them out, and I added beef thyroid to my routine as well as liver. My hair slowly stopped falling out. My energy levels started increasing. I have a co-worker who tells me all the time that I am changed. I knew I was struggling, but I had no idea it was visible to others. 

I thought I could add a picture, but it isn’t letting me right now. I’ll have to explore more.

Recommendations: 

Strong Human Nutrition with Coach Lauren - https://www.stronghumannutrition.com/

Stop The Thyroid Madness - https://stopthethyroidmadness.com/

The Paleo Thyroid Solution book

 Ancestral Supplements - https://ancestralsupplements.com/

Arbonne - ErinKaluza.arbonne.com

Inner Athlete

Today was one of those days.  You know those days.  When you wake up you realize you are cranky.  Nothing seems to be right.  You don't look right.  You don't feel right.  It isn't right.  Today was that day.  I looked in the mirror and decided to get dressed.  I was going to look nice.  I was going to wear my cute brown shorts with my cute pink top.  I put those on and looked in the mirror.  To what did my eyes see?  A belly roll over the top of my cute brown shorts.  I was mortified.  I am not that person.  I have been running regularly.  I have even included speed work into my runs.  What happened?  I instantly IMed my sister and told her the horrifying news.  We decided I probably need to do more than just run.  I needed to challenge myself.  As Sam went to bed, and I sat chewing on my self-pity, I went over to my parents house for lunch. 

I watched ESPN.  I watched women's soccer recaps, and I realized my inner athlete had been lost.  Before I left my parents house, my dad said something to me out of the blue.  He said, "sometimes in life you have to work for what you want and have."  As I drove home, I mulled over his comment.  He is right again (I hope he doesn't read this.).  When I was younger, I had to work to be a better softball player.  When I wanted to play outfield, I practiced constantly.  My dad would hit fly balls at me over and over again.  When he needed me to be a pitcher, I practiced pitching every day.  I didn't complain about it.  I did it.  I loved it.  I wanted to be an amazing athlete.  I wanted to be the best.  My drive to be the best I could be continued when I finally ended up being a catcher.  My dad told me to duck walk around the house to strengthen my legs.  I did.  During junior high and high school, I became a volleyball player.  I wasn't a stellar volleyball player.  I didn't just walk out there and become the stud needed to save the day.  I worked at it.  My coach needed someone to several consistently, so I practiced.  Endlessly practiced.  This drive resurfaced when I decided to become a runner.  I was not a runner.  I did not "look" like a runner.  I wanted to run a 5k, yet I couldn't walk a block.  I took one step at a time, and eventually I made it.  Naturally, I gravitated to challenging myself some more.  I have completed more 5Ks, 10Ks, and halves than I can count.  I have even run three marathons.  What did I want from this marathon?  I wanted a sub 5:30.  How am I going to achieve this goal?  Training, pushing the limits.  Yesterday was the first time I pushed myself.  I kicked up the speed work on the treadmill.  The work felt great.  I am not a speedster, so to get a better time I am going to have to work at it.  I am going to have to be the person I have been all my life.  The girl who worked hard.  I am that girl.  What does that girl look like?  She is the one giving it her all.  I am going to regain the athlete I lost when I settled for what my inner thoughts were telling me.  How can I be the person to push my children and my students when I am not willing to push myself?  I will regain the inner athlete. 

Support Unit

While running on the treadmill this morning, I was hashing over a conversation I had in my kitchen with my mom.  Mostly it was a comment I made.  The comment was bugging me as I stared at the text message my friend Sheila had sent me with encouraging words to get my four miles in before the day was over.  As I stared at her text, my words echoed in my head.  In a moment of bitchiness, I made a comment about eccentric ideas.  Me the hypocrite who is always looking for support did not show support this morning.  I have been working on creating a support unit to get me to the finish line of the CIM with a faster time, yet I am not willing to be supportive of a diet plan.  Did I ask how I could help?  No, I was in a pissy mood because it was inconveniencing me.  How dare I?  As I pounded out a few miles on the treadmill, I realized how obnoxious and hurtful my comment was.  I vowed at that moment to be supportive of every ones desire to get into shape or to be thin.  It is what I am constantly striving for.  It is also what I am constantly asking people to help me with.  I truly did not mean to be obnoxious or rude, but in a lapse of judgment I was.  No more!  I am usually a supportive person, and by recognizing my stupidity I have taken a step closer to being a better person (I hope).

Folsom Firecracker 5k -- Race Report

For whatever reason, I changed my mentality from racing to organized running.  I know in my mind I am not going to win, but I get myself worked up over racing.  I get to the starting line, and I start comparing myself to the other runners.  Do I look right?  Am I prepared enough?  I cause myself a panic attack every time.  My last “race” was in January.  My dad watched me work myself into a frenzy.  As my dad watched my demeanor change, he took me to the side to talk to me.  He reminded me of my preparation and hard work.  He also reminded me I am not going to win.  I needed to go out there and run my race.  This conversation between my dad and I resonated with me.  When I registered for the Folsom Firecracker 5k, I didn’t consider it a race.  My mentality changed.  I kept calling it an organized run.  I also decided this run would be a fun one.  I would enjoy the run. 

When Jeremy and I got up, we started joking around.  Jeremy and Conner were going to run together, so I was on my own. 

My dad picked us up because he was going to watch Brodie while we ran.  We chattered all the way to the run site. 

My dad looks so happy to be up and taking pictures.  Brodie wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he knew we were running.  Later in the morning, he asked if he could start running with mommy, daddy, and Conner.

Not only does this picture make me smile, it makes me laugh because my dad did not know how to take pictures on the iPhone. 

When we arrived at Lake Natoma area, we were greeted by a sad sign. 

Who steals from an organized run?  It doesn’t make sense.  The money goes to charities/organizations.  Lame!!  Despite the bummer beginning, the organizers kept the race very professional and motivating.  Everyone was supportive, positive, and encouraging.  I was in heaven!

I was impressed with the turn out for the 3^rd Annual Folsom Firecracker 5k/10k.  As the group took off running, I set into a pace comfortable for me.  For the first .10, I walked/jogged with Jeremy and Conner.  Unfortunately, the pace was uncomfortable for me.  Jeremy was trying to keep Conner at an even pace because he tends to take off too fast.  Jeremy and Conner started talking about Pokemon, so I knew they were ok.  I settled into a pace which was comfortable.  I continued to run with ease.  During the first walk break, Kei$ha’s /Blow was on my iPod.  I love this song, so I kept running through my first walk break.  The pace continued to feel great, but I wanted to keep with my plan.  I didn’t want to get caught up in the hype of the race and tire out too early.  I was unsure of the rolling hills, or what the course would bring to me.  When RunKeeper signed for the next walk break, I took it.  I am really glad I did.  It kept me going strong throughout the whole course.  My training in Citrus Heights and Roseville on rolling hills paid off.  Those people who started out too quickly were fading.  I began passing people on the hills, and I was feeling great.  During my walk breaks, I kept a good pace.  I power walked to keep at least a 14-15 minute mile.  I wanted to keep my overall time in check.  I am proud of my finish! 

195	Erin Muse	Citrus Heights CA	910	31	F	36:22.99	36:56.96	11:44

Jeremy and Conner did an amazing job as well.  After I crossed the finish line, I went back to run with Conner and Jeremy for a bit.  I am sure this is probably unacceptable in turns of organized runs, but I was really proud of Conner.  He kicked in the afterburners on his way to the finish line, and I could not keep up. 

The Folsom Firecracker 5k was an amazing race!!  I enjoyed every moment of it!

Thanks to Jeremy's comment, I have a little more information about Conner's run. 

I held Conner back for 3 of the miles. The boy just wanted to take off, and he probably would have been fine, just needed a few more breaks.


He would walk for about 30 seconds each time and then take off. He impressed everybody he passed. Then, in the final 0.1 of the run, I told him to take off, and he did running a 6.02 min/mile pace. It was awesome. Couldn't have been prouder of the little guy.

Again, a great family fun run!

Week 5: Race to the CIM Finish Recap

Week 5: Total Miles: 10.51

Monday: Rest
I am exhausted from our late night return.  I spent most of the day sleeping.  I plan on getting a 15 minute strength training routine in.

Tuesday: 3.01 miles

I was a tad bit tired this morning, so the 5:45 am alarm did not make me happy.  I quickly hit snooze, and I feel back to sleep.  I have not been sleeping well at night, so I didn’t want to push it.  I must have needed the sleep because I fell quickly back to sleep.  By the time I woke up, I was trying to figure out how I was going to get my run in.  My seven and four year old has made some of my training runs a challenging.  We have a treadmill in the garage, so I decided today would be a treadmill day while the boys played in the garage or outside. 

For whatever reason, I started calling this guy Ted once I finished running.  I decided I was going to work on my speed while at a 1% incline.  In the end, I felt strong.  It isn’t my favorite way to run, but I am glad I got it done.  I realized after this run, I could have split my run two.  Lesson learned. J

Wednesday: 3.5 miles planned/XT actually

Again, I slept in this morning.  I didn’t realize how tired I am.  I had 3.5 miles on the schedule for today, but the day got away from me.  The boys had a t-ball celebration this evening, so I knew going running afterwards was not in the cards.  Instead of doing a run, I did a leg sculpting work out from Nike Training Club.

In the most basic sense, this workout is great.  I can do it in the backyard while the boys swim.  I started with 15 minutes because strengthwise, I am not in very good shape.  I hope eventually I will work up to a more strenuous workout.  I am also excited to report my friends, Sheila and Aaron will be running the California International Marathon with me.  I cannot wait.  This will be their first marathon. 

  They will be amazing!  I am so glad they are joining me on this journey!

Thursday: 3 miles planned/3.5 miles actually

I made an adjustment to my training plan because yesterday got away from me.  I woke up sore this morning, so I knew a run would help shake out the stiffness.  Most of the day, I spent weeding the backyard.  I didn’t realize how much sun I was getting, or how little water I was drinking.  When I set out for the run, I knew I was doomed.  My calves began cramping around a mile into my run.  I decided I would adjust my form, and push through.  I knew I would feel better if I got through this run.  Before I could focus too much on my calves, I was concerned more with my headphones.  I needed to get use to training with them because going without was not going to be a possibility.  I did not want to annoy the people around me, so it was time to make a few adjustments.  The first few walk breaks I focused on readjusting the headphones.  By the time I settled into a groove, I was two miles into my run.  No problem calves, I run one and a half miles all the time.  I’ve got this in the bag.  By the time I returned home, I began rehydrating again.  My body began thanking me for the water.  I am glad I got out there and ran.   Without bad training runs, I would not be able to have good runs. 

Friday: Rest

Given all of the activities I did yesterday, I was really sore.  I realized I had been working on the backyard for as long as the boys were in the pool.  Doing the simple math, it was four hours.  Four hours of weeding.  Holy Cow!  I stretched in the pool and on land today, but that was about it.

Saturday: 4 miles

I struggled to get out and go this morning.  If it hadn’t been for my promise to Sheila to text when I got up and left, I probably wouldn’t have run today.  I know some weeks are easier than others.  All that matters in the end is the days we get out and run when our mind is telling us to stay at home.  While I was running, I realized about two miles in I wouldn’t make the four miles by the time I returned home.  I decided it would be better to add a mile on to the middle versus the end.  I am really glad I did.  In the end, I was thankful I got up and ran this morning.

 It wasn’t my fastest time, but it was my time.  J

Sunday: Rest/XT
I spent most of today running around with my family.  Nothing too exciting, but walking around Costco and Sam’s club.  After a warm day, I decided to dip in the pool for a bit.  I didn’t want to do too much because I have a 5k run tomorrow morning.  I am excited to get out there with other runners tomorrow.  My goal is to run the 5k between 30-35 minutes.  Doable! 

Are you Prepared?

Today's blog is compliments of my baby sister Sam in the 'Stan.  In the 21 days she was home, I learned a lot of things about me.  It is funny how and when life teaches you her lessons, but I am greatful when I am paying attention.  Thanks Sam for teaching me! 

Sam is the one on the right.  Don't forget life is about having fun and enjoying the moment!

Think of the scariest movie you’ve ever seen or the most adventurous book you’ve ever read. Whether it’s Jaws by Steven Spielberg, or Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien. Now as you think of it, imagine yourself as the character swimming away from the giant shark or the hobbit that must walk his way through the mountains and caves. You know you’ve done it; imagined yourself as that character, as the hero. If you were in that position, would you have made the same decisions? In your physical state at this very moment, would you even be able to swim fast enough to get away or last 20 minutes hiking up a hill?

I know these may seem like odd questions, but when I read a book, I always imagine myself as the character, and I always wonder, would I be able to do it better or last longer. The book that I always think about in moments when I question my physique is World War Z by Max Brooks. I read this book two and half years ago. It’s a story about the world being at war with zombies. No, I don’t believe in zombies, nor do I even like reading Sci-Fi books about zombies. But even for my dislike of such a genre, I have to say this book really captured my attention. The main reason is because the book is written through the eyes of the interviewees from around the world. Some of the stories were about people fighting off the zombies, while others spoke of running miles to get away, climbing down the outside of buildings, or hiking for hours just to avoid catching the “disease”.

And that is what intrigued me so much. If there was another World War and the attack happened in my hometown, would I be physically fit to fight back, to climb out windows, to run 5 miles fast enough not to be caught? Two and a half years ago, the answer would have been no. I’m nothing if not honest with myself and I knew I couldn’t even run a half mile without being winded. This book was so well written that it made me question, minus the zombies, if a war happened at any moment, would I be ready? I suddenly knew that I was not. And for some reason, that really pushed me to get off my bed and start being active.

Ironically, a year and a half later, I found myself in a war zone, Afghanistan to be exact. Here, I have to train wearing forty pounds of body armor. I run up four flights of stairs in this stuff at 2am, for training. We practice running from one car to another in our gear, pretending we are under attack. We practice climbing up tiny ladders to a secure point wearing the body armor. And in one region, I’m not going to lie, in case of an emergency, we had to jump from one roof top to another, exactly four and a half feet apart, with our body armor. All as part of our training!

Fortunately, I have never had to use any of this under a real attack, but that hasn’t stopped us from being prepared. And that is why I often think about this book. About how it was my catalyst to get me off the bed and start working out. Because you never know what life may bring or where it might take you. So when you read this, or watch your scary movie or read your adventure book, ask yourself, in this moment, right now while I’m reading this, would I be physically able to do what this person is doing or has done? And if you are honest with yourself, you may be encouraged to get up and do something!

From Sam in the 'Stan ;)