Sister Runner Amy and I ran the White Rock Half Marathon on Sunday. It was cold, we dated Galloway more than we didn’t, but we finished. At this point in my life, putting one foot in front of the other and moving in a forward direction is my goal.
And then SRA made me work until my fingers nearly dropped off.
About gas, anyways.
I know I’ve said this before, but I’m so focused on not drowning that I can’t think about anything else. I’m really starting to like my hour in the pool of the mornings (except sprint day, I have weenie arms). Today I was able to choke and gag on water and still keep swimming. I didn’t have to hang on the rope not once. It’s the small things that count.
Stroke, stroke, breath. Stroke, stroke, breath.
It’s kinda nice. The controlled breathing is really relaxing and the drive home is very mellow – an emotion I don’t have much of anymore because it’s all about high anxiety around here. Maybe I should install a lap pool in my living room so I could swim instead of pace?
Stroke, stroke, breath. Stroke, stroke, breath.
Pre-training training going strong for week two. 1600 yards, 1 hour – mix of fists, catch-ups, IM and some other stuff. And, could someone please explain to me why breast stroke is a recovery stroke?
Run 6 miles today. (done)
Run 8 miles next Sunday, Nov. 21.
Run 10 miles on Sunday, Nov. 28.
Run 13.1 on Sunday, Dec 5. at the While Rock Half Marathon with Sister Runner Amy.
It felt great running today – and I’m not worrying about my time – finishing is my goal – and it’s a good goal for the time being. Perhaps I’ll do a little running in between too. This week it’s swim 1 hour on Mon, Wed, Fri and run Tues, Thurs, Sun.
I have a plan, and I’m sticking to it. Look at me all runny and swimmy!
I needed a break, so I self-suspended my blog. I know, I know. But now I’m back and I’m going to try and be really good at balancing my life. It’s hard when you have bad gas, but I trust my lovely Internet People will keep me in line.
So, what have I have I been up to besides fighting bad gas and prioritizing my life? Well, let me tell you.
Sumy Designs got a much-needed makeover. I like to think the entire world is powered by Apples, but sadly it is not, so take a look around and give me some honest-to-goodness feedback on all the pages.
And then, there was the Muddy Buddy. And it was muddy and I had buddies, but most of all I had a really fantastic time. I learned some really important things that day – like I need to be me and I need to make taking care of myself a priority – now is not the time to compromise my health. But most of all, I need to let my hair down a little more often; it’s good for my soul. And my soul is in need of some desperate healing.
In the midst of all the things going on in my life I sometimes forget how far one day of fun can take me. I forgot that I don’t smile very often these days, but with a little help form my friends that changed for a day.
Call me crazy, but when was the last time you danced in the kitchen to the Gap Band while chopping veggies just because it was fun? Or was on a mission – because someone, somewhere out there needed a beer – and who are you to deny anyone a much needed beer? Why not deliver those beers while riding a mountain bike for the first time without pedals wearing a dress and a tutu?
Internet People, especially those around my neck of the woods with really bad gas, if I can give you one piece of advice it would be to take a break and do something fun or wild or crazy. Take your friends and give yourself a little mind some piece of mind to let loose and know that the world will be a better place for what we are doing. We have to believe this, it is what keeps us going.
So let’s talk about that crazy. Crazy like I’ve registered for the White Rock Half Mary in December with Sister Runner Amy, and crazy like I’m going to run the Cowtown full marathon with Mr. Thintrade in February and the craziest of all is that I’ve registered the for the Galveston Half-Ironman in April with my Muddy Buddies.
I need to get back on track, my mind and body are aching for normalcy. So, Internet People, I need your help. I need you to keep me on track and spank me when I mess up, love me when I do good and most of all, tell me when I get too gassy.
Every now and then, scattered about the science fiction novel that is our life, there are a few good days – and today was one of them. It’s a great time in life when our babies are finally old enough to run the races with us. Today, Kenza and I ran, swam, clawed and climbed our way through the Run the Jailbreak Adventure race.
And adventurous it was – by the time we got to the course the announcers were already shouting warnings because there had already been one broken arm, one broken leg and one serious accident.
When did broken bones stop counting as serious?
With that in mind, Kenza and I had a plan – stick together. Of course one mudslide and a waterfall later stick together turned into leave slow, old Mom in the mud and wait for her at the finish line. That’s my baby girl.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love that baby girl?