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

True love is letting me go to  bed at 8pm on a Friday...  so I can run ALL the miles tomorrow
Congratulation on finishing  your first marathon yesterday.  And good luck with walking  down stairs the rest  of the week.
I went for a run but came back  after two minutes because I forgot  something.. I forgot I'm out of shape  and can't run more than two minutes.
Running is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting  different results. Oddly enough, that's the same definition for insanity. Coincidence? I think not.
Finding a  missing running sock feels like Christmas morning !!
MARATERNITY LEAVE:  A sick day utilized the  Monday after a marathon,  solely to avoid walking up  the stairs of your office  building.
You know you're a runner when... You don't drink, you hydrate.  You don't eat, you carb up. You don't rest, you taper.  You don't work out, you train.  Foam roll is a verb.
Shoutout to everyone who got through the day without taking a nap... Pulled  an all-dayer today. Pretty rough.
Hey, guys! Let's just keep the little sock secret between us...okay?
It's one of those days where  if I don't go for a run, you'll  be lucky not to see me  on the news.
Unexpected side effect of Taco Tuesday?  Wet fart Wednesday.
Not every run can make you happy. Running is not pizza.
My mom when I was 12 yrs old: "Honey. I'm worried you're watching  too much TV. Why don't you go  outside and run around?"  My mom when I'm 30 yrs old:  "Honey. I'm worried about how  much running you're doing.  Why don't you cut back...
*runs 100 milers* I admit that my level of weirdness is above the national average, but I'm comfortable with that.
I am not an early bird or a night owl.. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.
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