Welcome to the end. Everything around you is changing Nothing stays the same This version of myself is not permanent Tomorrow I will be different This is the end. And the beginning... -Black Eyed Peas
So for the past couple of weeks I have really been psyching myself out about this race!
I think...I can't do this? How on earth am I going to run 8 miles, 10 miles, let alone 13. I should just quit now!
I put in the work. Follow the training guide week to week. And I am sure running when its 100 degrees outside won't give you the warm and fuzzies about your performance. So I freak out. I run indoors a lot when it is that hot. Last week's long run was 5 miles. It was my first legit long run to do outside. I sucked. ...So, do I hunker down in fear?
Basically it boils down to trust.
Trusting this Hal guy. Like he knows what he is talking about or something. (haha)
Not comparing myself to others.
I'm terrible about that.
And, this is on my bucket list!!
This IS important to me. Running and training, pushing through my own barriers...makes me feel alive.
My training always has its highs and lows. Last Sunday beat me down. (But I finished)
Today was hard, but I knew in the midst of it that my body is changing...
We opened our home and our hearts to a sweet and gentle dog two weeks ago. We are all getting settled into our new family dynamic. O has a new bff. P has a running buddy. And I have a shadow.
Life is pretty great. Of course, there are crazy moments, stressful moments and times that just call for a nice glass of cabernet.
Both my husband and I are training for a half marathon. I'm not as brave as him to run outside most days. I feel like I'm going to die out there!
We are ready for fall. Ready for vacation. And ready to experience life as we know it back in our great home state.
Lying here in bed. Doodling on my computer. Man, I should go to sleep!
My husband has been working a lot of long hours and my baby has decided to kick his eating in overdrive. He now sleeps, and I use that word lightly, in his crib like a big boy.
Every couple of hours I feed him and if I'm lucky enough, sarcasm implied, I fall "asleep" in the rocker and get a crick in my neck. But, of course I wake up in just enough time to feed him again or notice the sun is starting to come up and I go to my room.
But, I know the hardwork of putting him in his crib now pays off later!
As I type I can hear his sweet, soft voice over the monitor cooing as he slowly drifts off to sleep.
My legs ache from today's long run on the treadmill.
And my eyes burn because I am exhausted.
So, what the heck am I doing blogging?
I'm a steller procrastinator! Didn't you know?
So, I'll make it short.
Today's run was decent. I was on a time crunch, so I ran 4.75. It was suppose to be my long day.
Oh well. I upped the intensity and ran faster...gunning it at the end as I envisioned the finish line on race day. I starred at myself in the mirror in front of me. Running. Looking at my aging face. My post baby body. Thought about my birthday coming up. Another year older. How I hoped to age gracefully in the years to come.
I've added another goal on my bucket list. To have pretty legs. I have always had chicken legs. I'm not a fan. Running has many perks, toned legs included. But, I have also kicked up my leg workouts. We'll see how it goes.
Today's treadmill tune.
I dedicate this to my newly discovered gray hairs and to saying to heck with growing old!
What does that mean to you?
For me, it is deciding to sign up for a half marathon in November.
Now, this may not seem like the craziest endeavor. But, lets recap my last two years:
October 2011- Started running for the first time in my life.
Halloween- 5 mile race
March 2012- 7.1 mile in half marathon
May 2012 stopped running b/c I'm lazy and it was hot!
June- got preggers
Nov- strict activity restrictions
March 2013 - cesarean delivery
Not running for a year and coming back from a c section really messes with my head.
I'm excited, but completely intimidated to run this race this fall and not next spring. Here is my training regimen.
I'm not saying I am such an amazing person to run a half or work hard or whatever.
What I am saying is this.
When something is out of your comfort zone...its scary, new, hard...do you run away?
Or step up to the plate?
You feel so alive when you face it head on. Feel brave. Accomplished.
Obviously it is completely individualized what that THING is.
But, are you going to do it?