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

A 12 min mile is JUST AS FAR as  a 6 min mile. Fuck everyone who makes  you feel like you're not good enough
Tag a person you want to thank  for tolerating you
Rule 1: FUCK WHAT THEY THINK Rule 2: see rule 1
At my age, I can send a text at 8:32 and be asleep at 8:32:19
you can't control how much people  hate you, but you can control how many medals you have compared to them
"Suck it, Ted Lasso, RUNNING is life!"     –Sir Mo Farah
if I get back into running it's over. i don't know what's over, but something is
Jenna: “It’s not a costume runner’s aim,  but I imagine it’s disheartening for a  normal runner to lose to a pizza slice  or a stack of pancakes.”
Not wearing black is kinda hard to do
You know you're a runner when...  you use the words 'only' 'merely' or 'just'  in the same sentence as the words 'run'  'miles' and 'hours'.
Running is a lot like fishing… a relaxing outdoor activity that’s good for the soul. Scratch that— running is  nothing like fishing.
You could sleep in on Sunday. Or,   u could drag your ass over 26.2 miles  just for a medal, t-shirt, and a beer....  Welcome to the insanity !!
Jenna: “The Wall’s not real. It's a self-imposed mental block… like menopause.”
*googles "How To Run with a Stress Fracture"
Just so you're aware. Between mile 20 and 26.2 I start to use the word "F*ck" like it's a comma
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