My running has been extremely lack luster in the past few months, which means my drive to write about running was even lower. Take both of those away, two things that bring me a bit of relief and stress therapy…and watch out. Not pretty. Add in me not drinking wine for a phase of a new program we are beta testing, and well, as my husband said- no wonder you have been such a grouch towards me!!!
Actually, now, I am feeling better than I have in a long time. Phew. Who knew it would be possible, even with cutting out, and then backing off on my wine consumption. I seem to have crawled out of the little hole I was hanging in, and found a renewed sense of my mojo.
A lot of it has to do with the changes and movement in my business, and seeing some goals and plans starting to pan out. I have a sense of pride in my work that excites me. But, my running was finally revamped, get this, by some other girls… not me.
I have been witness to some big break throughs in running these past 2 months, and it has been so inspiring. From watching a close friend CRUSH her half marathon PR, to following along online as 3 other close and amazing girlfriends ran their first full marathon… I am ready and willing to put races on my calendar, and start running like I mean it.
I have decided that my running goals need to have more action behind them. While I love coaching, and will continue to do so, I also need someone to push me- and my limits, to run where I want to be. Luckily for me I have 2 partners ready to go! A super fast friend ready to run the Long Beach Marathon, my next full marathon on the books, and we can actually get in some training together. A I finally got the guts to run with my friend’s husband. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up, and he would have no problem talking trash to me as I sucked wind, but instead I was able to keep his pace, and even enjoyed the chatting along the way. Lucky for me his wife doesn’t mind us running together….Mike on the other hand wants to be able to take his wife golfing with him in exchange ;)
So here I am, opening my mouth again with my lofty goals. But they are goals that I will make happen. After all, if you have goals that you accomplish on the first try, you aren’t setting your sights high enough. A BQ will be mine.
If we are friends, then you know that my oldest daughter, Meadow, started Daisy Scouts this year. If you are like me, and unsure of what that is, it is the tiniest version of the Girl Scouts. Cute, right?! Well, I wasn’t totally sold.
I never did Girl Scouts. I guess I never wanted to, according to my Mom. But I feel like she probably Jedi mind tricked me into that one, cuz what little girl doesn’t want to be a girl scout? God, I still have so much to learn from her. I just never pictured myself as a Girl Scout mom, that’s all. Well, the be honest, I never pictured myself as a mom with girls, so there is a lot I have to figure out. I just assumed my girls would be into sports, soccer mainly since that’s what I know, and that would be that.
Instead, I am now involved in Daisy Scouts. Don’t get me wrong, I think the organization is amazing, and what they do for charity, and the strength and independence of girls is amazing as well. I am being a bit selfish here. I don’t want to stand out in front of the grocery store and sell cookies; I don’t want to take a bunch of little girls camping; I don’t know how to sew on patches; and I am little help in the craft department. Fortunately for me I am good at sucking it up, so I can make anything work if it makes my kiddo happy. Plus, I already know the other moms in the troop that drink wine, and we met up after the info meeting so it was actually enjoyable.
I got an email after the first official meeting from the assistant troop leader (there are actually 3 all together…no joke our troop is legit) and I was a little overwhelmed. She talked about everything the girls did, about the commitment of the girls scouts, attached a bunch of pictures, and exclaimed how excited her daughter was, and that they were both already working on their girl scout scrapbook pages. Oh boy. Ummm, I still have loose pieces for Meadow’s baby scrapbook in a box in my office closet. As soon as I get past month 1 of her life, we are all over her Daisy Scout page. At this point, I am just hoping she is over Daisy Scouts by next year, and we can pull the ejection cord on this entire operation.
But then it got me thinking. I know, it happens sometimes. But maybe, just maybe, the, or what I envision is, the over-enthusiasm for the GS from this mom, is a good thing. That maybe, this will be something that Meadow LOVES, and I need the enthusiastic Mom to help guide us through. To show Meadow the love of the organization that I can’t quite share with her due to my lack of knowledge. Maybe Meadow would LOVE to make a scrapbook about their journey through this first year and beyond…and this mom is the one who can help her and encourage her. Maybe, I can get this mom to help me sew on her patches to her uniform.
It’s a reminder, that there are a lot of different moms out there, and we all need each other, to fill gaps where we may lack. Working moms, stay at home moms, crafty moms, sporty moms, bad moms(to make s feel better about ourselves, of course), super moms ( to make us feel like it just might be possible to do it all), and everyone that falls into a piece of all of these.
That being a mom isn’t a competition, but a community. And instead of me judging this mom for being into something I am not, that I need to pull from her strength, and learn from her as another mom on this journey through life.
And I can always offer up my expertise when a mom needs to be brought up to speed on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Or Atlanta. Or any of them for that matter.
5 marathons down. And while you would think that I should be the most relaxed about this one, it was quite the opposite. I think I was more nervous for the Surf City Marathon yesterday, than I was for my very first marathon in 2010. My anxiety was especially high on Saturday afternoon as I was just focussed on resting and relaxing. Not even the (bottle of) champagne calmed me down.
I was nervous because my training was lack luster, my own fault, and it brough on some serious pain on the inside of my left knee. I am definitely no stranger to knee pain/issues. I had them growing up, and have always had to stay on top of my training/stretching/icing/adjusting. But, when you are new-ish to running marathons, you get a little skewed about the type of shape you are in. Meaning, having run a marathon at the end of July, and another at the beginning of October, you forget the kind of mileage you need to keep up. I figured I would take a little off time before hopping right into my Surf City training, and would experience no problem.
Well, that would have worked had I stuck to ‘a little time off’. Instead, I took major time off. Of everything. I still taught all my regular classes- but acted as more of a drill sergeant than an aerobics instructor. I didn’t take classes on my own, and I enjoyed my cocktails on Saturday nights knowing I didn’t have to get up and run.
Before I knew it I had gained 10 pounds, and my training schedule said I should be up to 16 miles for my long runs on the weekend. Oops. So what do I do? Exactly what I would NEVER advise any client of my to do. I went out that weekend and ran 16 miles. I made it. Luckily I am pretty stubborn. I ran the first 8 with a lot of the girls from our running club, and as per usual, I convinced Kelsey to bring her bike and ride another 8 with me after her run. My pace with her on the bike was right on cue, and it felt really good.
Flash forward, to not very many training runs during the week, another 19 mile run under my belt, and during my final long run for Surf City, my knee locks up. I walk it out, stretch a little, but am still in some major pain. I cut my run short, hoping with 2 weeks left I could get it back.
I ran once more in that 2 weeks. 4 miles.
So now, not only did I know a PR was out of the question, I was wondering if I would have my first DNF (did not finish). I know this is not the end of the world, I was more worried about making the right decision on the course. I kept telling myself over and over that my knee was in charge, and if I had to pull myself out mid-race, it was fine. They let you in the beer garden no matter what. Plus, my insurance situation is less than ideal, and knee surgery would break the bank.
So, that leads up to race day. I got pretty decent sleep, and woke up fresh and ready to go. I felt good, and once I got to the start line with Becky, I was feeling very confident. This was my first go at the Surf City marathon, although I have done the half marathon here for the last 3 years. The marathon crowd is much smaller, so it was funny to see no lines at the port-a-potties. I gave Becky a hug (she so sweetly came with me- Amy dropped us off- to see me off even though her half didn’t start for over an hour!) and hopped into the second corral.
As I took off down PCH I was feeling great. I wanted to focus on a smooth clean run, and stay really comfortable and stress free during the first 10 miles, taking my girlfriend Lisa’s advice. And I did. I was with a good group of girls, and I liked the pocket I was in. And the super fit/thin/dolled up in LuLu/amazing legs girl who was right in front of me was good motivation. And yes, when I caught up to, and then passed her I told her I was staring at her legs. She didn’t seem like she thought is was creepy at all. (we actually went back and forth a lot during the race and became motivators for each other.)
My mind started to wander as we headed back out on PCH after the loop through central park. My knee wasn’t hurting all that much, but my mental attitude was starting to fade. Now, Huntington Beach is gorgeous. And yesterday was so beautiful – the sun was out(a little hot, though) the sky was clear, and the water was a perfect blue. But, the course is basically the same for the last 16 miles. Not kidding.
I knew what was ahead, and I was trying to break it up the best way possible in my head, but it wasn’t working. Because also in my head, was the ready to bail on the race because of my knee out. Did I want it to start hurting more? I couldn’t stop because I wanted to and blame it on my knee, or could I? Ah the battle that occurs in your head when you are participating in anything endurance wise. Can.I.Actually.Make.It.
I decided to take it easy as my knee did start to flare a bit around mile 12, and decided from there on out I would walk every water station. Plus, this was my first marathon running without my water bottle, and with the heat I wanted to make sure I stayed super hydrated. So I spent the next few miles running with the 3:45 pacers, and then walking, and catching up to them again. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I did have to make 2 potty stops for a different issue (and no it had nothing to do with having to go potty), and the 3:45 pacers disappeared out of sight. And just as I did in Seattle, I started playing leap-frog with the same(new) group of people. I would pass them, get to the water station and walk, they would pass me, and then I would pass them when they were walking. I think it worked out for us all, a little motivation to get us running again.
And it was needed, while it is gorgeous to run in HB, the double dose of the out and back can be brutal. It was at the start of the second out and back that I knew I was going to finish. Because honestly, there was no way an ambulance was going to take me back to the start line with just an ouchy knee- at least not with all the other issues I saw going on with people on the course. So, if I headed out, I had to make it back no matter what. Even if I walked the whole way. But, my knee was fine with running at my normal pace between the stops. And that is how I took the race for the final ten miles. I just focussed on getting to the next water station.
Finally, as I can up to just about mile 25, I passed cute Lulu girl for the final time and told her, we can make it….1 mile to go. And she said, ok, ok, we can make it. Promise it’s just a mile?! As I got my stride back, I saw my sweet friend Bernadette jumping and cheering the marathoners on- on her birthday too!- and I ran full force into her arms for a big hug and kiss. Seeing her gave me that final push. I made it back onto PCH as we meshed in with the half marathoners, and on to the finish line. Which, by the end of a marathon, .4 miles looks like 6 miles. Saving my final push until literally the last 20 seconds, I saw 2 more friends, Sandra and Lisa, cheering from the crowd. I waved and then turned on my turbo boosters and fired through the finish.
I was so happy to have made it, I was so happy to be done, I was so happy I wasn’t limping and falling over with a bum knee.
My final time was 3:52. Not my worst! So I’ll take it. No wait, I am more than taking it. I am so pumped to have made it in that time, regardless.
It’s amazing to me how easy it is to find everyone(well almost) in a crowd of 20,000, but we all found each other. We hugged and cried….and then we headed to the beer garden where we belonged. And the last few hours of the morning are history. And the afternoon and evening too. Thanks to the Superbowl watching I did from the hot tub.
Day after update: My knee is a little stiff, and I have a super sexy blister on my toe. But all is good, and I am ready to start training for what the next few months have in store…Ragnar, and believe you me- #6 is on its way
Remember how I ran the Nike Women’s Marathon in October? Of 2012? Yeah, I barely do either. I had such a long post in my head about this race, and the weekend I made out of it. But I lagged. And lagged. And before I knew it, it was the end of January in 2013. Yikes. So, instead of taking you along on a strung out post, as per usual…I decided to bullet point and picture it out as best as I could. Here you go.
And we’re off! The girls and I headed north on the good ol’ 405 towards my brother’s house. Giving ‘girls road trip’ a whole new meaning.
The two days we stayed with them were filled with LOTS of cousin time- my parents LOVED IT!
Some much-needed time with my brother and sister-in-law. Hey look, Mom and Dad have all 4 kids- where’s the wine?!
Quality time with my brother and Dad crafting homemade beer. I am still not sure why he didn’t name it Angela’s Marathon Ale. Whatever.
Drinking wine while making beer is fine. Right?
I got to see my niece play soccer, and caught this moment of my brother coaching her how to be in the goal. Being that was a life for a lot of years, it was pretty cool to see him pass it down. Goalie J (his personalized license plate for the tan El Camino he drove in high school. Yeah, I ducked my head when we pulled into the parking lot everyday)
From there we headed into the city (I went to college in NorCal so yes, I call San Francisco THE City)
And this is where my photo taking goes out the window- so bear with me.
We immediate lunch after we checked into the hotel. Delicious pizza- my new fave carbo load meal- and of course a beer. Or two. Still vacation, right?
We sent my Dad back up to the room with the kids, and my Mom and I headed right across the street to pick up my race bib.
(my mom’s photo’s are small for some reason)
The line wrapped around Union square 2.5 times. And it took us 2.5 times around to locate where the actual end of the line was. Ugh. I literally got my bib and left. Waaaay too crowded to even try to look at anything in the expo.
In true Schorr girl fashion, we stopped at the liquor store, that my Dad spotted from the hotel window, to pick up some wine- to help me sleep of course- and snacks for the girls, along with a few breakfast items for me.
Back at the room relaxing, Emma fell asleep, and we decided my Mom would stay with her, while I went to dinner with my Dad and Meadow. They had a great race menu, and we enjoyed the funny stares from people trying to figure out the relationship between the three of us. “He’s old enough to be her father!’ Umm, yeah, cuz he is.
Being that I booked the hotel room a little late, we could only get a room with a king size bed and a roll away. My sweet parents offered to sleep in a chair and on the roll away to let me get a good night sleep in the bed, but I opted for the roll away with Emma, and let them have Meadow. Honestly, Emma sleeps in the same position all night while Meadow spends the night doing acrobats. Glad Meadow made herself comfortable.
Up bright and early, and ready to tackle marathon 4. I felt good, and actually not nervous at all.
My Mom walked down to the start with me, and it was fun to see how close I got to start. No, not because I am super fast, bu tbecause it is a HUGE race and very popular as a first half marathon for a lot of women. A quick hug and lots of love, and she sent me off, taking my long sleeves with her, and I moved into my corral. Not pictured- the sweet girls I met, wearing surf city half marathon shirts. Leave it to me to find the other girls from HB in the middle of SF.
A few minutes later, I was headed across the starting line. The first few miles through downtown were amazing. The smell of the Boudin Bread baking so early in the morning through the wharf wasn’t fair. (my Garmin cut out for a bit hence the weird first mile time)
I swiped this shot from NWM, but this was the start of Mile 6 I believe.
The rolling hills and climbs made it fun, and I just focussed on staying steady on strong, and it seemed to be working.
My new way of hacking race photos without paying for them, screen shot from ym phone. I am guessing this is fairly early in the race. What with the smile and thumbs up and all.
Oh hey, what’s going on over there? I hope it was good. What the F am I doing here?!
Here are my parents and the girls cheering me on at mile 20. I had figured with the traffic they wouldn’t be able to make it, so to see them was a great boost!
Striding to the finish, and clearly feeling it. I really appreciated the woman who tried to cross right in front of me too. When crossing a race, just a FYI, look towards the runners.
And coming into the finish- the marathon was on the right, the half on the left. Being that there weren’t that many marathon runners, it was fun to finish kind of on my own. I hope the firefighter that handed me my necklace understood how badass it was.
|Place||Name||Residence||Bib #||Chip||Pace||Cat. Place|
|Angela Kraber||Fountain Valley, CA, US||
As I was running in to the finish, I heard people cheering for me, and it was amazing! After I finished I realized it was my dear friend Katey (who killed the half marathon) and her husband Jason. Flashing our bling, and the sweat on my skirt at the finish! Lucky for me, in my post race haze, Jason googled exactly where I needed to go to meet my parents and the girls.
It worked out perfectly, and I was able to catch them in the car right as they pulled up. The traffic and road closures are insane, so I am pretty impressed with our skills.
Instead of searching for a restaurant close by, we chose to head down to Fisherman’s Wharf. Bubba Gump Shrimp is where my parents and I ate lunch on my 21st birthday when they came to visit me in college, and it seemed like the perfect place to eat, and reminisce.
Don’t ask me why, but the steam pot sounded amazing.
We finished up, my parents bought the girls their bread and chocolate (as promised) and we headed back over the bridge to my brother’s house. There, we relaxed, drank wine, ate pizza, and spent the last of the night enjoying the time we had together. I always try not to be sad, but knowing we were saying goodbye in the morning made it bitter-sweet.
In the morning, we got up, packed up, and I let my mom fill up my tank with gas, and we hopped back on the freeway. Back to reality.
I only cried for the first hour or so. And then we stopped and I got beef jerky- and that made everything better.
Ok, before I get on to my weekend in San Francisco, I need to recap the Long Beach Half Marathon from2 weeks ago. Lucky for you, there is only one part of the LB weekend I am not going to talk about….and that’s the actual race.
My girlfriend Kara requested- well, was forced to accept- my pacing skills to run with her during the Long Beach Half Marathon. She probably should have looked into my track record before agreeing/saying- ummmm ok, I guess, if you want.
Since I already ran the Surf City Half, and the OC Half this year, completing the LB Half would earn me my Beach Cities Medal. And I wanted it! So I could throw it in the box in my closet with all of my other medals. One of these days I will hang them all in my office. Swear.
I was happy to run the race with her, as a good way to keep my own pace in check, and focus on it being a training run for my marathon the following weekend.
Let me just say that Kara does it up right. She has run the race for the past three years, and every year she gets a hotel room downtown right by the start line. Lucky for me her usual roomie was shacking up with her boyfriend so I got the invite into the room. It took quite a bit of convincing with Mike for him to understand why it was important for me to stay the night when the race was only 7 minutes from home. He agreed, without me getting to my, ‘too bad I’m going anyway’ point, and I even headed up early in the afternoon to soak up as much alone/kid free time as possible.
Well, there were quite a few hiccups throughout the afternoon, and it made me thankful that I was able to be kid free since the situation would have been way worse trying to entertain the littles all the while!
Of course there were a block of 10 bib numbers in my line that were missing…mine was one of them. So off to the long solutions line to wait to get assigned a new number. Smart that they only have one person running that table. They were super helpful, thankfully, but then it was off to the ‘beach cities’ verification line to make sure I got my special medal. Hello, the whole reason I was running the race. Oops, that and pacing Kara. Right.
By then, my patience was worn a little thin, so pushing through the crowds for the mini free samples of various drinks and protein bars was out of the question. Can we please take it back to the old days where they filled your bag with all the goodies and didn’t make you walk around looking for whatever free stuff you could grab, leaving you feeling like a mooch?
We headed off to the Hyatt at the Pike to meet up with the nice gentleman who was giving us our free-room key. Hmmmm, that sounds a little dicey as I write it, but I swear it’s all legit.
After numerous calls back and forth, we finally realized we were at the wrong hotel. We needed to be at the other Hyatt, you know, the one across the street. Thanks for not confusing us.
We had enough time to grab the key, and swoop up one of Kara’s running club friends and head to dinner. Her friend Chris was a ton of fun, and I’m glad we got the opportunity to meet and talk shop. We ate at La Parolaccia Osteria Italiana, yummy authentic Italian food, and it was a few blocks away from where I used to live in the LBC so it was nice and nostalgic for me. Everyone at the table was great, and with me seeming to be the one who has run the longest, they were all so cute asking me questions like I knew what I was talking about. Bless their hearts.
I was a little taken a back when I get an ‘interesting’ (that’s what we’ll call it) look from one of the gentlemen at the end of the table as I ordered my second glass of wine. He said, ‘are you sure you’re going to be able to run after ALL that wine?’ I held back from my initial response, and let Kara take over with a laugh and said, ‘oh please trust me, she will be fine.‘ And I’m sorry, but since when is 2 glasses a lot? 2 bottles, maybe….maybe.
Our exit strategy was set, so we said our goodbyes and drove back to the hotel to get into our room and relax! Kara had to embarrass us walking through the lobby with this jug of water. I felt like we should be asking people where the weight room was, but instead I bowed my head and covered my eyes and followed 15 feet behind her. Allegedly this Japanese water is supposed to do amazing things to your body. hmmmmmm
We suited up to hit the hot tub and do some good old girlie girl chatting. It was nice and quiet, for a bit. As it filled up, with obvious runners, the chatter started about races etc. To our right was a man who was all to eager to be the one-upper and talk non-stop. Normally I take on that role myself, so it was quite annoying to hear someone else snatch it away. Once he started talking about logging 12,000 miles for the year, we excused ourselves to mock him on the way back up to our room.
Snuggled up in bed, we giggled and dozed off, ready for a great race the next day.
Due to my new-found skill of being able to identify a friends walk from 250 feet away, I spotted Barb and Amy walking up to the start line, from the window in our hotel room. I gave them a call, and we set up to meet in the corral at the start line.
The gun went off, the race began, and, a little while later it was over. Scene. Credits.
Kara gave her best finish line impression, and we all gathered our belongings and headed to the beer garden. Focussing on what a gorgeous day it was, that the band was playing awesome music, and that the beer hit just the right spot. Oh and the fact that Forrest Gump was there.
The bean has been in preschool for about 3 weeks now and it is amazing to watch her grow leaps and bounds in such a short time. Her attitude, however, needs to be put in check. I don’t know how her adorable high-pitched baby voice turned into a low, ‘ugh, mooooommm.’ all.the.time. Hey Emma, if you think I’m embarrassing and annoying now….just.you.wait.
The best part is all of the fun stories we get to hear, about what goes on behind the preschool gates. Our dinner table is filled with both girls sharing back and forth, and it’s so sweet to witness.
The other night at dinner Emma exclaimed VERY LOUDLY (and in her deep big girl voice): ‘Oh my gosh, Mom! I almost completely forgot to tell you what happened at school today!’ I know, Mike and I died too.
‘Today, at school, I was so good, that I was the best kid in class. I was a good listener, I did everything, and was so so good. Really. The best.”
Mike gives me the hmmmm sounds made up glare, and it prompts me to respond, ‘oh wow, Emma! That’s great! Who told you that you were the best kid?’
She looks back and forth to Mike and I, and very adult-like says, ‘No one told me, I just was.‘ And went back to eating her dinner.
Mike and I laughed it off as an Emma-ism, and went on with our evening.
The next morning at my AM Body Back class, my clients were sharing their vision boards- quite possibly my favorite homework assignment to give- and one of the girls had a quote on her board, ‘don’t mind me, I’m just over here being fucking awesome.’ And she talked about embodying that term and living in the moment of awesome- even if it doesn’t feel like it at the time.
As I drove home from class, it hit me how unbelievably awesome what Emma said at dinner the night before was. And how once again, the world is so much clearer through the eyes of a child. See, as we get older, everything only becomes real and of value if someone else acknowledges it. We seek, no crave and sometimes demand validation. Unable to simply trust ourselves, and give ourselves permission to recognize our own amazingness…or awesomeness in this case.
Emma didn’t ask if anyone thought she was being good, and she didn’t wait for anyone else to notice. She just was. And damn proud of it, too.
So look at your life, your day, this given minute…it’s okay to stop and pat yourself on the back. You are amazingly awesome- and no matter how many other people think it, or don’t- your acknowledgement of it in yourself is the only thought that matters.
This will be short and sweet. There were a few key things that happened on this run that I must share. And since I didn’t take any pictures, I can’t ramble on and on forever and get away with it.
With the heat being crazy, still, I conned Kelsey into meeting at 4:30am. I would much rather bitch for a few minutes about how early it was, than bitch for 2 hours about how hot it was.
It’s friggin’ dark at 4:30 in the morning. I put on my reflective vest that has been in the closet since Ragnar- and still covered in the Gu I forgot I spilled on it, my blinky tail light, and opted out of the head lamp knowing Kelsey had her bike flashlight to light the street.
New additions to her basket this morning- even more water, and a sweat towel. Ok, so she spilled some coffee on the towel, but I couldn’t see it for another few hours anyway, and by then I didn’t care.
I was pretty nervous about this run, since this was a full week of running for me, along with 3 workouts, and all the classes I teach. My legs and body were sore. And I was worried about how I was going to hold up.
I started off in immediate pain. I think I made Kelsey stop with me about 4 times just to stretch in the first 4 miles.
When we got to the beach, it was pitch black, they don’t turn the path lights on until about 545. I was so thankful to have Kelsey with me, especially after the very vivid dream I had of being strangled by an American Psycho type serial killer just a few hours prior to the run. True Story. PS- who wants to analyze that one for me, huh?
Another stop to have a few bites of Luna bar to see if that would help my stomach - which was now starting to hurt, and I felt like I was having too much trouble getting my rhythm going. The Luna bar DID NOT help, and I had to run in silence for about 2 miles to let the queasiness pass.
As it did, I started to find my groove, and I was focussed on 2 girls running a few 100 feet in front of us. As we got closer, I quickly realized it was my good friends Barb and Amy. I motioned to Kelsey to be quiet, and pointed. I then, ever so gingerly, ran in between them and delivered a good ass – spanking to them in unison. I knew these girls were mace free, unlike my friend Junie (which I almost found out the hard way a few months ago).
Them jumping out of their skin and squealing at me was just what I needed to push me right over into feeling great. Sorry you girls had to be the casualties of my running-mood revamp. But glad I got to get your hearts pumping too
As I cruised down to the turn around, it occurred to me that there might be just the slightest hint of wind at our back, as the run seemed to balance out without a lot of effort.
Thinking there was the slightest bit of wind was the understatement of the day. As soon as we stopped, the wind was howling by, and incredibly loud. Funny how you can’t hear it when you are running with it in perfect harmony.
So I chose to laugh at it, and suck it up for what was only a portion of my run left. I love when I can have a positive attitude about something I could so easily send south on other days.
I’m sure the pair of us looked so smooth as I tried to draft off Kelsey and she tried to puff out her body to block me from the wind.
I chalked it up as the equivalent of hill training, what with all the extra resistance, and decided to make the most of it.
I had 2 major issues cloud my brain as we headed back.
#1. I honestly thought the whole point of taking your dog for a walk was to GIVE THE DOG EXERCISE. (I know I threw you for a loop here, but I couldn’t stay quiet on this one) We passed 3 strollers on our run…and all 3 of them were dog strollers. I thought people in Huntington Beach owned pit bills and big dogs. Not these pretty little mini dogs that can’t walk. This isn’t Newport Beach. Ugh.
Ok. I feel better now.
#2. Just a week back on a training plan, and I feel 1,000 times stronger with my running. And I keep a pretty solid pace with my single long run day training schedule most weeks. So, at the end of my run, all runner high and shit, and I can’t help but word vomit to Kelsey about how if I applied myself, and actually put in the work, imagine what I might be capable of.
Now, please don’t read this the wrong way. No, I am not chasing down any records, or shooting for a 4 minute mile and a sub 3 hour marathon. I am simply stating that if I actually allowed myself to follow through, to do what I planned to do from the very beginning- training wise- that I just might amaze myself with my own ability. That’s all.
No major follow-up, or epiphany. Just the realization, that applying yourself, just applying yourself, might be all you need to reach your own type of greatness.
Heeheee….remember at the beginning when I said this was just going to be short and sweet? Yeah, I didn’t believe me either.