Thursday, October 15, 2015

Getting it...

I'm deeeeeeeestroyed.
Last week, I found a local running group to latch on to for some early morning miles.
I'm just weeks away from the half-marathon and my confidence is building.
Or so I'm telling myself.
I've kinda insulated myself within this little bubble; I've created a routine and I've stuck to my plan. Running regularly with structure is helping me deal with the shorter days (perhaps more effectively than meds, but that might be stretch & not something I'm going to mess around with right now).
My goal is simple & I'm going for it:
Stay healthy, injury-free, and complete the 13.1 miles.
I'm learning how to pace myself, I'm figuring out when and what (and what NOT to eat) before and after I run.
I've drawn some parallels between the way I approach running & riding, while respecting the fact that I have plenty more to learn & tweak.
After the half, I don't foresee many  4:30am wake-ups to run in the dark 3 or 4 times a week. Though I revel in the quiet and stillness of the streets and love an energetic start to the day, I can see burning out in a hurry if I try to keep that up.
I miss reading into the late hours and waking up in daylight.
I do foresee running for fun in the woods again and getting back on my bike.
Not yet.
Just a few more weeks until I get to test my mettle and see if I am indeed getting it.

Last Saturday, I set out for a flat 8 miles.
Alone and with a carefully crafted playlist (the first time I had used music during a run), I paid attention to all the subtle little clues & cues my feet/legs/hips/gut/mind were sending me; at mile 4, I continued on and turned around at 5.

Ten miles is my longest distance yet and it felt awesome to wrap it up feeling strong, like I had a little more left in the tank.
Hopefully like three more miles.

So, that's what I've been doing.
And that's pretty much all I've been doing (along with a smattering of tea parties with toddlers, lots of Star Wars chatter with Max, trying not to be as broke, being mindful of my health, decorating for Halloween, tracking down BP between his trail building/cross-racing/spending time with his lovely lady, going to therapy, making really good soup, and...winding down/catching up with my beloved husband).

Almost there.
Feeling the early wake ups, feeling the miles and miles...but, almost there!




Sunday, October 11, 2015

If I've learned anything...

When my body says, "Put wool socks on, take some NyQuil, get under the blankets, go to sleep," I should listen.
I do listen.
Even if it's in the middle of the day.
Even when I'm like, "But, I was just sick. I'm better."
Doesn't matter.
Stop.
Rest.
Especially if my child is napping, my husband is out for a long ride, and Max is at his dad's.
I'm getting better at this, I swear.