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.

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4 things to do right after a run: *Hurry and post to Facebook. *While posting to Facebook  EAT ALL THE FOOD!! *Stretching?  What's that? *Continue to EAT ALL THE FOOD!!
Have you heard?  I am a runner.  What does that mean you ask?  It means I run. A runner isn't defined by their pace or their size or what they look like. Runners are like family. We support each other and  we stick together!!
I am a runner!!  What does that mean? It means I'm an A$$ kicker!! I might not be the fastest runner out there but I'm giving it my all every time out and that's what makes me AWESOME!!
You know you're a woman runner when: *you'd rather wear running shoes than high heels. *your regular hairstyle is a  ponytail and headband. *you own more sports  bras than regular ones. *you RUN LIKE A GIRL and that's AWESOME!!
You had me to "Let's go running!"
"WOW, those  hills were  GREAT!"          -not me
During a race: "I'M GONNA DIE." After the race: "I could've run harder..."
You know you're a runner when...  you ask yourself why you run and you have no real answer.
You know your a runner  when you need to keep your day job to pay for your addiction to running gear!
The Beer Mile: A four-lap, four-beer race where boys become men and  men puke in the bleachers behind  the track.
So you're telling me you don't like it when I post my run to Facebook?  Did  you know I also ride my bike, swim, lift weights, and workout.  I'll be sure to start posting those as well.
GARMINBRAG:  A photograph of a  GPS watch face uploaded to Facebook, because actually typing how far or  how fast you ran would be narcissistic.
You know you're a runner... when  you're stuck in traffic, you think, "I could've run there by now!"
I just finished my triathlon training and now I have time to spend with my  family. They seem like good people.
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.
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