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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Why does the need to pee intensify by  a MILLION after you start a race??
You drink too much. You cuss too much. You have questionable morals... You're everything I ever wanted in a running friend.
"Clear your mind" "Ooooommmmmmm" "Arghh, my feet will never be attractive...."
You share your deepest, darkest secrets with your running partners... And then barely recognize them face to face in street clothes.
Tangerines are oranges that didn't  want it bad enough.  DON'T BE A TANGERINE!!!
One day I will solve my problems  with maturity. But until then, it will be with caffeine, wine and a shitload  of miles!
So if I go running on weekdays just to burn enough calories to make up for my drinking on weekends, does that make  me a runner or an alcoholic?
Raise your hand if u ran a little harder today because you were thinking about everything you ate over the weekend.
Pretty sure I gain 3-40 pounds every weekend. Calories after a race or long run don't count right?
Ok it's been 12 years now... I'm starting to think I'm not bloated.
Every time I go for a midday run  in the park on my day off, I see an unexpectedly large number of people doing the same thing, and immediately start wondering what the f*ck all these people do for a living.
Difficulty sitting on a toilet? Dread even the sight of stairs? Difficulty getting out of bed? Difficulty walking? DIAGNOSIS: ran a marathon!
For runners, Sunday is a day of rest... The rest of the laundry, the rest of the house work and the rest of all the other stuff we can't be bothered  to do during weekdays.
When people ask me what I do for fun... STRUGGLE.
During sex you burn as many calories as running for 5 miles. "Who the f@#k runs five miles in 30 seconds??"
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