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

Woke up in running clothes..... I really admire drunk me and her ambitions.
You never know what I have up my  sleeve on race day. Today, for example, it was a dryer sheet
Me in middle school: Fakes sick to get  out of running the mile in gym class. Me now: Pays to run 13.1 miles.
No headphones = You can talk to me.  One headphone = You can talk to me  ...if I like you.  Two headphones = F@*k off.
You might be an ultrarunner if. . . you actually know how far 100 kilometers is.
Running an ultra-marathon is like  looking both ways before you cross  the street and then getting hit by an airplane.
I run because I love my body.  And carbs. I really love carbs.
When you're at a normal people party... and no one wants to talk about the marathon you're training for.
They say the best things take time. That's why I always run slow.
Running is the only time my mind is  quiet. Probably because I'm focusing  on not falling down.
Not sure if I'm out of shape...  or I just suck.
A true running friend...  Waits for you when you need to take  a dump mid-run.
Me: I'm exhausted  Fitbit: You've run 0.08 miles
It's the freaking weekend, baby I'm about to do 12 loads of laundry.
"I don't need another drink"     - said not me last night
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