Ask yourself: How bad do you want it?
Dude! My friend emailed me this video JUST last night! I mean, at first: my girl mind took over and I watched it simply soaking in the delight of his body. But, then I watched it again in pure awe of his dedication. Either way: this is fantastic.
Oh, Day Twelve: Sweaty, Hot Mess edition [emphasis on: sweaty.]
You sucked. Hardcore. You sucked a lot. What is my problem lately?! I hope this is just “Oh, it’s the second week?!” panic — as in, it’ll get better once the shock goes away. The first week was probably adrenaline and now it’s reality?
I have GOT to get over this soon because it’s ridiculously annoying.
Also: this is totally a pissed off quick version — I typed a lot of mind babble and Tumblr ate it. Hrmph.
Day 10 was GO FAR practice. The kids are still running at school, so we’re not out in the community runs yet. It was so ridiculously hot and the sweat was definitely pouring. Which made it awesome to go sit in class for 3 hours afterwards. Thursdays are my new best friend [end sarcasm.]
Day 11 was the most glorious rest day I’ve ever seen in my life. I left school at 3:05pm and was home relaxing for most of the night.
I had totally set my alarm at 7:30am to wake up and run, but apparently my body was like: “No, way! We’re sleeping in.” I totally woke up at 9am [yay 1 1/2 hours extra!]
Now, on to Day 12’s run. Stay tuned.
"Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. ” [Mary Anne Radmacher]
It just sucked today. Can I say it again? Today’s run just purely sucked. It sucked hard. My body was heavy, my arms felt like weights, my breathing was off — it just sucked. I couldn’t get in a groove to save my life. Once we hit 2 miles we were in this patch of heavy greenery and honeysuckle — I started having a ridiculous allergy fit and had to stop. I don’t know if it was just the allergies or my body trying to find some way to signal my body to stop. I just felt like I couldn’t swallow [No “that’s what she said” jokes please.] I guess it figured if my sore muscles and heaviness wasn’t enough — it would catch me through my senses.
I’m okay with it though. Out of the three of us, I’d never had a truly “bad” day. I guess it was bound to happen. I know it will happen again within these twelve weeks and I’m okay with that. I won’t give up. It’ll suck and I’ll move on.
At least tomorrow I get to run with the kids.
3 miles; 34:35 with Jess.
Oh, my calves. That was such a tight run. We definitely spent time stretching afterwards and I’m all about doing some more after before bed. Overall, I did much better than I thought I was going to do all day. I just felt like I was in an exhausted fog for most of the day. But, once we got going: it just sort of worked.
Well, our thinking was:
Sunday: long run
Monday: Rest to recover — GO FAR practice
Thursday: miles — GO FAR practice
Thursday is our regular GO FAR practice and Monday’s are optional. As in, we don’t get as many kids. So, I might just have to sit out for that one.
Monday’s are "Rest Days" BUT Monday’s are also “GO FAR practice days”
Do you see this struggle? Today, I feel like my body really wanted to rest. Like, really wanted to rest. Instead we did 2 miles with the kids. Ouch, man.
Once we up our milage on Sunday’s — I’m absolutely positive I’m not going to be able to run Monday practices.
4 miles [1 trail, 3 road — 48:09. The trail run lengthened the time, but it’s still miles!]
Let’s start off with this: this is the first time in WEEKS that I’ve felt challenged and tired after a run/workout. But, guess what? I think that’s the best thing that’s happened in a while.
Kelli and I drove to Jessica’s house and walked about 1/2 mile to Tanglewood Park. Once we got there our indecisiveness kicked in and we were all like: “What do you want to run?”, “I don’t know. What do you want to run?”, “Hmmm! I don’t know what do you want to run?!” — We ended up just starting down some trail. We ran about a mile on a trail and the road.
Side note: A trail kills my ADD-ass. My mind goes 1,000 miles an hour trying to watch for everything and look around. It’s way too mentally stimulating. Almost too much for my head to handle while running.
We made it back to the road and I took the lead on the road. They were tired, but the road is where I feel most comfortable. I felt back in control: I felt my pace, I felt my feet on the ground, I felt my body evening out, and I felt my mind zoning in — Back in my safe place! Whew.
We were all fabulous until mile three. This is where my mind says, “Woah! You’ve done a 5K! We’re done.” What was cool was that I FELT my body was stronger than that. Even though my mind had it’s weak moments; I consciously knew that my body can handle it. So: I put one foot in front of the other and pushed it until the end.
Best part of the end: Jess had to walk because of her beastly blister, so Kelli and I kept running. We saw the ending marker and she said, “Push it! Let’s go. We’re sprinting.” I gave her a look and comfortably clung to my pace. That’s when she said, “No, let’s go. You’re not breathing hard enough — Finish strong.” I shot her a look and said, “Not breathing hard enough? That’s a matter of opinion.” BUT: I kicked it into our 9 min/mi. pace. When we finished she said: “See! You shot your sarcasm right back. I know you’re good if you’ve still got your sarcasm.” She’s right — I always use my humor as a mental check at the end of a run. If I can crack a joke; I’ve still got juice to run.
Bottom line: This run was mentally hard. The trail run really messed with my focus/attention at the beginning. BUT: I wouldn’t have changed a thing. It was a challenging day and I finished strong. I finished strong because I can and because I am strong.