CEP is my savior…let me save YOU!!

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If you read my blog religiously, which you all should and better, you know that late Spring/Early Summer I suffered some form of hip/IT band injury. It’s really my first running “injury”, awwwww. Some days it didn’t bother me, other days I felt like I was 80 years old.

But as you know, I’m a brokey broke broke person to the extreme this year and I couldn’t even afford to get to my Dr’s to have it properly looked at (past due balances, co-pays, blah blah blah) so I took to my own diagnoses which included lots of ibuprofen, stretching, foam rolling, ice, heat and excessive laziness.

Compression is what I needed I was told by all my fellow running nerds on zee Twitterz and DailyMile. Compression socks, which I own a pair, are a godsend but compression shorts seemed to be a good solution to my hip/It Band/Quad problem (yup, the issues grew).

Since I couldn’t pull $100 out of my ass to go buy some compression shorts…I sat and sulked...until one day, when the email fairy put a little note in my inbox…

CEP Compression wrote to me asking me if I would be willing to review their product. Ummmm….HELL TO THE YEAH!!!! Here’s the funny thing…they knew nothing about my injury. It just so happened to be a twist of luck thrown my way and the timing could not have been more perfect.

I was signed up to run the Turning Stone Races ½ marathon and I knew that would be the perfect place to test the gear. Of course, I gave it a test run BEFORE the race (never try anything new on race day…the only training tip I listen to). And well, let’s just say…I tweeted multiple times about how fabulous my booty looked in the shorts…

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I wore the socks and the shorts out on my runs for about 2 weeks leading up to the race. I couldn’t believe how comfortable they felt. The compression was just right. Not too tight…not too loose. I didn’t do any long runs in them…I was saving that for race day (or at least that was my excuse).

Race day came and WOW!! I couldn’t believe how great I felt even after 8 miles (7 miles was usually my limit this summer with the hip). Of course, there was still a little bit of soreness but nothing compared to before. And my left quad felt great…something that really bothered me at the Utica 15K Boilermaker.

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And don’t get me started on the socks…I am in LOVE, LOVE, LOVE with CEP Compression socks!! I have always suffered on and off from shin splints and Achilles issues (even before I was a runner) and these help SO much. I wear them during AND after. And sometimes for fun ;) (pink compression socks anyone??)

CEP is by far my GO TO product for compression gear, and I am not just saying that because they sent me stuff to review. Many of you know me…I tell it how it is. If I thought this product was crap, I would say its crap and then try to pawn the sweaty, used garb off to one of you suckers for some moolah towards the good stuff.  I love you guys…really. I don’t get anything special by sitting here telling you all how wonderful their stuff is and how it’s well worth the money. I’m telling you it’s great because IT IS!! Because it truly has helped me with my injuries and with my overall running comfort. I can’t imagine running races without it.

Hence why I am running my very first full marathon in these socks and compression shorts!! I have kind of created a marathon alter-ego for myself called ‘Black Widow’…I have a black shirt, black CEP Compression shorts, black CEP Compression socks, Black Brooks Adrenaline 11’s and a black New Balance Water Belt, Black homemade arm warmers made from socks, and my gorgeous Black hair…Bring on the Black Widow!!

I know for a fact that the CEP Compression gear is going to help carry me those 26.2 miles!!

So, as a thank you to all of you, my fabulous readers, I have been allowed to do a giveaway featuring a CEP Compression product…

Since the CEP Compression shorts have really helped me out so much, just like all of you and your kind words, encouragement and inspiration to go ahead and tackle these 26.2 miles, I am happy to say that CEP Compression is allowing me to do a giveaway for a pair of YOUR VERY OWN PAIR OF CEP Compression shortsrunning-shortsHere is how to enter (IMPORTANT: You must leave a SEPERATE comment for each thing you do):

  1. Follow my blog
  2. Follow me on Twitter (@SuziStorm) Yes, I’m a private account but I do accept
  3. Follow me on Facebook
  4. Like the CEP Compression on Facebook

Extra entries could include:

  1. Leaving me a comment about how fabulous my bootay looks in the shorts
  2. Send me a farewell, inspiring message for the marathon

I’m sorry but this contest is for US Residents only. But you know I got mucho love for all my international peeps.  This is open to the ladies and the gentlemen.  I will accept all entries from now until Midnight on Wednesday, October 5th, 2011. I will announce the winner sometime after I’m done waking up from the marathon.  If I die…please contact The Frank…he wont know what to do, but it will be a fun conversation I am sure.

I have to take a minute to thank CEP Compression for this amazing fortune and for letting me do this awesome giveaway.  I didn’t want to just give away “socks”…you all mean so much to me…I wanted to offer something special.  I can’t do a whole lot myself, but god knows I try to give back the great gift you all give to me!! Hopefully you take this as a thank you for all your support leading up until my death marathon.

Now if you excuse me, I have a pillow to go cry into and a surplus of carbs to drink… eat.

Hello Autumn

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It is finally here!! The happiest time of year…Autumn, Fall, Yummy Smell Season….

I am an Autumn child.  Born on October 19th, my heart has always been one with this season.  My favorite holiday, even as a little child, has always been Halloween.  Apples, Pumpkins, the cool crisp air, the color red and the intricate colors that accompany it….I love it all. 

There is a peace in the air that no other season brings me.  There is a rush of happiness that flows over me every time I step out the door and inhale that gorgeous fall air.  I am always my most joyful in the fall. 

Living in CNY, we are pretty lucky, as we get a GORGEOUS viewing of fall in all of its glory.

Autumn is the time when I fell in love with running…Truly fell in love with it. I ran my very first 5K at a Halloween trail run.  Autumn is also the time when I feel the strongest and at my best being on program with Weight Watchers (which is weird with such big Holidays that I celebrate around this time, but somehow, I stay focused).

This Autumn, I will be running my first full marathon.

Maybe you are looking for that fresh start I talked about a few weeks ago.  Or maybe you are just sick of the summer heat (though I will miss Summer, because I have fallen much in love with Summer as well…especially since I lost that 101 lb blanket I had and now I’m freezing all the damn time!!)….But here is your chance to take back control!!

Here is your chance to fall (haha...get it) in love with yourself, all over again…or maybe for the first time.  A chance to make a new commitment BEFORE heading into a new year. 

Enjoy your pumpkins…your candy apples….the smells of cinnamon and nutmeg….that crisp chill in the air….that first taste of warm, soothing coffee in the morning…Enjoy all the colors and the crunch of the leaves on the ground….Enjoy YOU and the beauty that YOU add to this gorgeous season.

September 19th

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September 19th….it’s a pretty awesome day.

 For starters, it is my best friend Kimberly’s birthday…and I mostly remember that because my birthday is exactly one month away :) I'm awful with birthdays, lol. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM!! I LOVE YOU XOXO

Then there is that other awesome thing about September 19th….

September 19th, 2010…I ran my very first half marathon.

It was the Rock & Roll Race series, in Philadelphia PA. 

It was the first time Frankie and I went out of state together and actually took a “vacation” just the two us (insert singing here).

It was also a huge stepping stone in my own self discovery…I discovered that I am stronger than I think.  I discovered that I can do anything that I set my mind to.  I discovered that I don’t give up easily.  I discovered that I have a willpower that stands to be tested.

It was one of the happiest moments in my life.  No race has yet to compare (nor do I think ever will. But…).  I was so proud of myself, and to be honest…I don’t even think my weight loss compared to this feat.
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So….here I am….12 days away from my first full marathon.  I can sit here and bore you with the details about how I haven’t trained properly…I will have to walk a lot… I might have to be carried….I might die….

But…I as scared as I am, and as STUPID as running this marathon might be for me right now, I think about this day, one year ago today, and I say to myself “You can do it…because you want to do it…because there is something inside of me that is burning and needs to be put out.”

To be honest, I never fully trained properly for my half marathon either. I’m such a rebel ;)
Anyways…the point here is not to brag or ask for pity for the upcoming full…it’s to hopefully showcase this thought…

You are always stronger than you think you are.  You can always do more then what you set your limits to.  If you want something bad enough, you can achieve it.  If you have a fire burning so fierce inside you, you will do what ever you need to do to put it out.  After my 1/2 marathon I said “no way, I have no interest in running a full marathon”….yet here I am,

I’m not going to say that my life changed in some enormous way after the 1/2 marathon (well actually, it did in a lot of ways, but not because of that) but my outlook on myself changed.  I believed in my worth more.  I believed in my heart more. I believed in me!!

So do something….do something beyond your limits.  Do something that breaks your own barriers….you never know where it will take you….

Remember The Time…

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No folks, this isn’t an ode to the Michael Jackson song (though, that song does kick ass).  This is an ode to the way we used to be…or maybe an ode to the way we *want* to be. 

Remember the time… you couldn’t wrap a standard size bath towel around your body after a shower.

Remember the time… when your ass hung over your chair in your office.

Remember the time… when your size 18’s became too tight.

Remember the time… when you rocked some camel toe just to avoid the reality that those are just too tight.

Remember the time… when you could barely buckle the seat belt around your waist on an airplane or bus.

Remember the time… when somebody offered you clothes & you took them out of kindness, all while knowing that they were two sizes too small.

Remember the time… when you looked at a photograph of yourself and you said “that’s not me…that’s just a really bad angle”.

Remember the time… when you were so jealous of all the “thin” people.

Remember the time… when you thought being “thin” was so easy.

Remember the time… when you would be out of breath going up the short amount of stairs you had to get to your bathroom or bedroom.

Remember the time… when you thought running was impossible.

Remember the time… when you checked weight limits to make sure they were safe for you.

Remember the time…  when you compared yourself to other “fat” people.

Remember the time… when you woke up one morning and said to yourself “how the fuck did I get like this?!?!”

Remember the time… when you finally said to yourself, “enough is enough!!”

Remember the time… when you finally believed that you deserve better.

Remember the time… when you were not scared anymore.

Remember the time… when you took the step forward to change your life.

Remember today how amazing that choice felt.

13.1 to 26.2

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This is probably going to be the stupidest thing I will do in my life.

And no…I don’t mean the part where I actually signed up for the marathon.  I mean the part where I didn’t train for it.  The part where I resented it and began to resent running.  The part where every single run or workout I did I felt was not good enough to “marathon standards”. 

See…that’s just the thing…I hate feeling like I *HAVE* to do something.  Nobody made me lose weight.  I did it because I wanted to.  Nobody made me run a half marathon.  I did it because I wanted to.

Nobody is making me run a full marathon…but for some reason, I felt like *something* was making me run against my will.

This Summer (I would even say Spring) running no longer became fun for me.  It was no longer a release from the everyday stresses, or time for just myself.

It became “omg, I have a marathon to run…I HAVE to get a run in”….”oh fuck, I only ran 3 miles today…that’s NOT enough for the marathon!!”….”what??  I’m supposed to run 16 miles today?! But I DON’T want to…I just want to run a easy 6!”

Some people say…well Suzi, that’s what marathon training is all about.  Well, I guess I am not made for marathon training then.  I’m not a distance runner.  I do not get paid to make myself get out of bed or off the couch to go run.  I run because I want to.  I run because I choose too.  I don’t want to feel guilty because I choose go ride my bike for 16 miles instead of go run for 16 miles.  I don’t want to feel guilty because I went to spin class instead of pounding out 10 miles. 

I was my happiest when all I looked forward to was running a quick little 5K after work, before settling in in front of the TV with my beers.

I could (and according to some of you, should) not do this marathon in pretty much 2 weeks.  I have yet to run over 13.1 miles (more like 13.2 due to poor calculations by some races) and most of my races lately have been trying on my poor ailing hip and my depleted faith in the sport. 

But I am going to do.  I may die doing it.  I may never run again after doing it.  (Though please note…I really hope that neither of those things happen)  But I am going to do it. 

I will probably have to walk a lot of it.  There will probably be a lot of tears.  Maybe even some blood.  This might even be my first race where I finish last….fuck, I might not even make it across the finish line before they close the damn course. 

But I am going to do it. 

Because this is what I signed up for.  And because whether I do it the right way, or the wrong way, I just want to do it.  I want to get it done with.  I want to get back to being at my happiest…running for myself and only myself.  Being a weekday/weekend warrior!!  Running because I want to feel the release, and burn off all the beers.

And well, you know I have Frankie meeting me at certain points throughout the course with plenty of PBJ’s, Generation UCAN, and of course…BEER!!

Back to Basics

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This weeks Weight Watcher meeting really struck a cord with me.  It was all about a fresh start.  Or maybe even for some of you, it would be more a new start.

Autumn is closely falling (hahaha) upon us.  This means the cookouts are over…the days of laying out and playing in the sand at the beach are put aside till next year.  And now we get to complain about the bitter cold instead of the suffocating heat. (All of this happens when you live in Syracuse NY and get 179 inches of snow a year…joy!)

Summer for me is always tough.  Sure, you get a more wide selection of fruits and vegetables and you can get outside and be active more.  But how often do we often choose to do the “healthy” things outside in summer.  How many of us end up in front of the TV, or if you are lucky enough, you’re at the stadium, watching a baseball game, drinking beer and snacking on foods that aren’t necessarily friendly to your waistline. 

I need a fresh start.

Not just from the delicious summer beers I drank and tasty bbq chickens I ate, but I need a fresh start on getting back to *ME*.

Sometimes we think that when we are “sabotaging” ourselves it’s because we are weak or just making poor choices.  But I think a lot of the times it’s just because we forget to put ourselves first. 

I started thinking about this time last year and where I was….Days away from running my very first 1/2 marathon….so close to goal weight, then changing that goal weight because I knew I was cutting myself off short, in two months time I would hit my goal weight and a little over a month later I would become a Lifetime WW member…I felt great, strong and empowered.

Where am I today??  Still at goal weight thank god, but I don’t track like I used to. I don’t attend all my Weight Watcher meetings like I used to (I still go, just not as frequently).  And I’m not all giddy and excited for my first full marathon…I’m unprepared and terrified.  I feel blah, a bit broken and in need of a fresh start.

So what do we do when we feel like this?? We get back to basics!!  These are my basics, the things that will give me a FRESH start:

  • Tracking what I eat and drink.  This is what I believe to be the #1 most important tool with WW and it is what let me lose 101 lbs.  Even if you don’t follow WW, journaling your food is key.  It keeps me accountable and lets me see where I need to make improvements.
  • Attending my WW meetings more regularly.  This month is my 3 year anniversary with WW (September 18th 2008 is the exact date) so I’m not going to lie….the meeting topics get a little repetitive.  Especially considering that I worked for them for a few months, I could run a lot of the meetings in my sleep I am pretty sure.  But for a while during the summer I used that as en excuse to not go and to go do something else.  I have to stop doing that & just sit through them.  There is sure to be a special moment in that meeting that makes it worth staying for…there always is!!
  •  Staying true to MYSELF. Not just eating something because somebody made it or offered it to me.  Not just preparing something to please others.  I didn’t lose the weight for others and I sure the fuck do not want to gain weight back for others!! 
  • Putting myself first.  Sure, this is a lot like staying true to myself, but this is more about taking the time for myself.  Taking the extra time and effort is preparing a good, healthy, Points+ friendly meal for myself.  Taking the time to go to my WW meeting instead of making sure other things get done for others.  Finding the time and exercise that will give me some peace of mind & a good workout!! 
  • Remembering why I do all of this in the first place.  My weight loss and maintenance is for nobody but MYSELF.  I don’t do it for others. I don’t do it for any fame.  I don’t do it for any statics.  I don’t do it for any comparisons.  I do it for me and only me and if I am not happy with the way that I am doing things, I am the only one who can change it.  I can build my own little piece of happiness, and at times, that’s all I crave in life.  Selfish, yes, but I don’t care.

Track, go to your WW meetings (if you are a member), choose foods that are good for you at least 90% of the time (because lets be honest here people…you are NOT going to be good ALL of the time), get some exercise in, PUT YOURSELF FIRST…Do these things, every day….that’s all you need to do!!

The basics are so simple (hence them being “basic”…I am so smart) yet we often try to make everything so complicated. And when it feels complicated, we make it complicated and it’s really not!!

So here is to fresh starts, new starts, and everything between…..

Things I can control

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OK folks…I’m going to try for a more upbeat positive post here. Because attitude is what you make it (bullshit)!! So here we go….
I cannot control everything in life.

I cannot control the actions and words of others.

I cannot control where my finances lay at this moment in time. (Seriously, cannot)

I cannot control where other *feel* I stand in my job. (Don’t even get me started here)

It’s too late to control how I did not prepare for my upcoming first full marathon. (I havent even ran over 13.2 miles yet)

It’s too late to go back 8-9 years and change where I went to college. (Yes folks, I am college edumacated & have one of them there fancy paper thangs)

What can I control??

I can control *ME*!!

I can control the little things (some big things) in life that make me happy.

I can start to track my food again!! Because lets face it, I haven’t done that properly in months.

I can start to work out regularly again!! Because lets face it, I’ve been slacking off ever since my love for running became to feel like a chore (that’s a whole other post that will publish this weekend).

I can take that horrible (I mean god awful) old mattress that we have been sleeping on this week (we had to throw the pillow top that we had on top of this old piece of shit out last weeked) and control its comfort to some level by putting 3 sleeping bags, 2 comforters and 2 sheets on it so I don’t wake up in tears every night from hip/neck/shoulder pains.

I can control my attitude and drive about the marathon. Instead of thinking I “cant” or that I “failed” I can start to believe that I *CAN* (UCAN baby!!) and I *WILL*!! Sure, I may not have a stellar finish time and I may have to walk a lot of it, but hey, it’s my first marathon. I should just have fun and enjoy the experience. And honestly…get it the hell over with so I can get back to running for me.

I can control my behaviors by maybe spending more time with friends, reading a book, working on that beer blog that I was supposed to launch last month, answering emails (which I am SO behind on, but they make me so happy to get), stuff like that….instead of walking in the door from work and grabbing a beer…and another one…and another one…..and another…and, well…you know.

Some things in life you cannot control at all. Some things in life become out of your control. These past two weeks I’ve felt like my house, my job and even my relationships were in severe jeopardy. And in some ways, some of those still are (not my relationship really, but money problems add major stress to a relationship). I will still sit here and feel like I am having a heart attack 96% of the time until things get back in order, BUT…

I can control a few things…a few things that are just for ME….a few things that have brought me to where I am today, physically and mentally strong…I can control the little things that bring me a few slices of happiness in my day. And in a world of chaos, that can mean a lot.

I'm sorry for the lack of posting. Many of you know, things have been very upside down for me the past 2 weeks.  I promise to get some posts out soon!!  In the meantime, we went to a wedding this past weekend and I think it's the first time I ever went to a wedding and was not over weight (minus being a kid).  So that part cheered me up some!!  Here are The Frank and I all dollied up...




Frankie, looking like a criminal as always ;)

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