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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I'm always weirdly proud when my  pee is clear. Like, fuck yea, I'm so damn hydrated
"I'm going for a run" is literally my excuse for when I'm sad or upset
We don't do it for the medals.  Said no runner ever.
"I run a shit load of miles I never post. I don't need no congrats for being  a runner."     ~ Mo Farah
I am officially off the market. I'm not in  a relationship. I'm just tired of y'all and  I signed up for an ironman lmfao
Not sure if fireworks or gunshots. Anyway, screw the brits.
If she doesn't remember Mapquest,  she's too young for you bro
There are only two genders: Runners & Non-runners
It's no bra weather. So if you see my nipple, I don't know what to tell ya... Happy birthday I guess.
You can't be talking to me any kind of  way if your leggings are baggy in the  ass part!
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
I've never met a strong person with  an easy past
Me during the first mile: "fuck this  i'm sooo fuuckin tired"  Me during the last mile:  "fuck yeah baby that's what  i call a good run. I can't  wait for tomorrow"
convinced that buying a new pair of  nikes, in a new color, will  suddenly unlock my  untapped potential
Pain is temporary...  Results on internet last forever
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