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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"911, what's your emergency?" Dog: my owner went for a run without me "Have you tried eating the couch"
By a show of hands  Who doesn't give AF if nobody likes ur running posts
If we are on the zoom call and my  "gatorade" got a salt rim mind your business
I deserve pancakes and sex this  morning but the way my life set up  imma have to settle for 10 miles and  foam-rolling session
Anyone else having one of those  "pour me a fucking drink"  type of days?
I feel like I'm getting ruder by the day but I can't even help it I'm just  getting sick and tired of  humans in general
If your girl does't go a little fucking psycho on you when she doesn't put  her miles in, she's not a runner sweetie
I'm sorry if I don't wave or smile back at you while I'm running. It's just that I'm trying very hard to not die
No matter how fire your selfies are,  your race pics will always humble you
You.  Me.  Going for a run and having a nap after. It's a date.
When you're drunk, you can actually  walk for fuckin' miles
Once you're over 25 you don't need no alarm... Your problems gonna  wake you up right on time  for ya morning run
Wine drunk is always a surprise. Like  will I be giggling for hours,  or will I just cry? Perhaps  plot a fun revenge, or  eat a dinner for 4?  Who knows?
You might be a runner if.... you hate  when training runs don't end exactly on a whole number, but for some reason  you have NO PROBLEM with the  numbers13.1and 26.2
I like my morning run more than I like most people
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