Running Through The Holidays
Running Through The Holidays

There’s no denying the holiday season is in full swing. All the gathering and togetherness. All the parties and decorations. All the sugary treats and pretty packages. It’s festive. It’s fancy. It’s fun.

At least for most people…

Personally, it’s been a long, hard year marked with loss and transitioning and I don’t feel much like celebrating. But I also don’t want to wish this season away or rush through it just to be done with it. I really do want to enjoy this time with my kids, to help make it special for them and create some new memories. And although it’s a hard spot to be in—trying to reconcile the weight of my grief with the will to enjoy what’s in front of me—running is one thing that’s been helping me through this. And not just for the obvious reasons like how much healthier it is than overindulging in food or alcohol as a way to relieve stress. Or how it helps me fill some of the free time being newly divorced now presents me with. Not that those aren’t both great reasons to get out and be active, but the key for me is in the way running helps bring me back to the basics.

My thoughts and my feelings too often consume me. Leading me in directions that aren’t helpful or productive. But not when I run; at least not when I push myself hard enough physically that my focus shifts solely to the ‘boom-boom’ of my heartbeat, or the very real need to inhale and exhale as I attempt to catch my breath. With those things demanding my attention, the beauty and the mystery of how hard my body’s working suddenly outweighs every other thought—every insecurity, every unresolved issue, every pang of sadness…if only for a moment. And in that moment, I am reminded of the simple fact than I am very much alive. And my life, just like your life, no matter how challenging it can sometimes be, is a gift. Each and every breath we get to take of it. Yes, it’s hard sometimes. And no, it doesn’t always make sense. And now and then it falls completely apart. But it’s ours. And regardless of what season we may find ourselves in, it’s never too late to do what we can to make the best of it.

 
 
Seen a lot of slim chicks posting their

workouts on here so I thought I'd join 

the fun
Warning : I will bully every one of you

into daily stretches, plyo drills, crazy 

intervals, lifting heavy weights and 

epic long runs
104 °F.....  As my Grandma says, 

"Marathon training ain't for p*ssies."



Crazy old lady is right.

New Featured eBibs

Santa baby, just slip a Garmin under  the tree for me; been an awful good  girl, Santa baby, a pair of running shoes too, light blue; Santa  baby, I want a PR... and  really that's not a lot...  So hurry down the  chimney tonight!
Four stages of a man's life: 1. you believe in Santa 2. you don't believe in Santa 3. you are Santa 4. you look like Santa
Dear treadmill, I hate you.. but I need you. Relationships are complicated.
My eating habits range from a fitness model running enthusiast to hungry unsupervised child in a candy store.
When we're young, we sneak out of our houses to go to parties. When we're old, we sneak out of the parties to go  home.
Running helps me maintain my "never killed anyone" streak.
1% of the population will run a marathon in their lifetime; it's their obligation to talk about it so the  remaining 99% will know what they  are missing.
I hate when I say I wanna lose weight  and people say "you could quit drinking". Like... ok, I could  quit eating too but let's be  realistic about this.
You know you're a runner when... you see 5k and automatically think  3.1 miles, not $5000
Nutritional labels should include a "What if I ate the whole damn thing" section.
1. DENIAL  2. ANGER  3. BARGAINING  4. DEPRESSION  5. ACCEPTANCE  My stages of getting  ready for treadmill.
Joggers bounce up and down at  red lights. Runners just stand there, looking pissed.
I just don't want  to look back and think "I could've eaten that."
Woke up in running clothes. I really  admire drunk me and her ambitions.
Nutritionist: You should eat 1400  calories a day. Me: Ok, and how many at night?
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