It's A Journey!

Today I went to the Cape Cod Canal with my wingman James.  YAY!  James is back from camp and I’m so happy about that because I missed him last week even though I was running a race.  Today I only need to do 7 or 8 miles so easy peasy.  So we head to the Canal with our new fishing gear and salt water lures.  We haven’t fished salt water yet but in fact got a saltwater license just yesterday so we could fish with the big boys. We park in a different spot than usual because we wanted to fish off the dock up by Scussett Beach.  So we park and I do my miles as James rides along keeping me company and we chat about fishing.  It was a perfect day running.  Overcast and 71 with a breeze made for awesome running and good splits as it turns out.  Along our 7 mile journey we stopped a few times, once to ask a guy what lures they were using to catch such big fish…. I mean they were 2 ft stripers for sure and everyone was catching them.  We really want one so we asked someone. When I’m done we go get iced coffee and a quick stop by the local bait and tackle shop to pick us up the lure that would catch us a fish and we were back on our way down  the Canal to find us a spot  to park.  We found free parking and walked a short distance to the dock.  I strung up my new rod with line and a new lure and casted my line.  James hooked up his super duper $10 lure and on the first few casts some bad juju happens.  His line snaps and he loses the new lure.  Needless to say, he’s pretty pissed.  He pulls out the 50lb line that I bought him and asks another fisher how to string the line around the reel for the first time.  This guy chuckles a little at the 50lb line I guess because it was super hefty and a little over the top.  I think James likes it despite the snicker because it pretty much guarantees that he won’t have another snapped line ever.  He’s his mother’s kid for sure!  So,this nice guy helps him and then we decided it was time to go.  He wasn’t having fun and that made me sad so we stopped by the bait and tackle shop one more time to pick up our lures for next week and then home we go.  So we learned that we like overcast non humid non sunny days on the canal.  We learned that sea lures are colorful and can be pricey.  We also learned that you need hefty line for sea fishing.  Good lessons but even more important was the time we got to spend together.  My favorite!

HAPPY RUNNING!

So Friday I decided to take a vacation day and go to the beach with my running friend.  Yes, those are actually my feet over there.  I could not sit at my desk not one minute so I used a vaca day and called my friend who I knew was headed there and pretty much invited myself along.  So happy I did because it was rejuvenating to be near the water with my toes in the sand and smelling like sunblock with yummy food in the cooler.  What could be better!  So you may be asking what the hell my day off has to do with running, well I’ll tell you.  I used sunscreen all day.  Lubed up more than I ever do just so I wouldn’t burn.  So there we layed, and then we walked up one side of the beach, came back ate and then walked the other side of the beach.  All in all we were in the sun about 6 hours.  I did drink water and Powerade but clearly not enough as I was to find out on Saturday.  Saturday’s run was horrifically difficult.  My legs were swelling and hard to get going.  My breathing was a bit labored and it was like running in mud or like the days before I get my period where I’m just made of lead.  I feel pretty positive that it was because I was dehydrated.  long storty short, I will have to do a better job at drinking water if I plan on being at the beach or even just in the sun .  So, note to yourself, always hydrate no matter what.

HAPPY RUNNING!

Redeemed!

This one is more for making the record right.  Today I redeemed myself and went running with my daughter.  She did well and I had fun even though it was slow.  My legs appreciated it and my soul gave me a big ol’ thumbs up for not being a dickhead a second time.  Everyone has idiot moments.  I try to keep mine to a minimum.  Thank God for people in my life that realize I’m human!

HAPPY RUNNING!

Shame On Me!

Last night my daughter, who is struggling to get into a regular fitness routine, came to me to ask if I wanted to go running with her.  The last time we ran it was super slow for me but I knew that going into it.  Do you know what I did when she asked me?  In a round about but direct kind of way I basically told her she had to run faster and I’d run a little slower and see how she did.  Now, I do believe that she has many excuses as a safety net but the girl does not run.  For a while she was running a mile regularly but school got in the way and work got in the way and her life was busy.  Now she could have made a better effort to find time but I shouldn’t judge because at one point I wasn’t working out at all so who the hell am I?  She came to me so I would get her out to run and I basically made it sound too hard and she made other plans which may or may not happen.  Shame on me!  What the hell!  I sit here day after day saying how much I like helping people and my child came to me for help and I basically acted like a snob who didn’t want to slow her legs down.  Why?  I don’t have a race for weeks and it’s only 7 miles at that.  I’m not competing with anyone and no one in the world cares if I run slow on any given day.  Also, let’s face it.  My body and all it’s leggy cellulite isn’t going to get worse or even better for that matter if I run slower for any reason.  What was I thinking acting like that and turning her away.  I tried to get her up this morning but she turned over and kept sleeping.  I deserve that.  I clearly need to keep a better mindset for helping people especially those looking for my help.  I need to remember that I’m just a 48 year old woman and nothing outstanding or spectacular.  I’m not a celebrity and no one cares about what I do and when and even if.  I’m not even training for a goal time for The Falmouth Road Race really.  I mean I want to beat my 1:18:15 from last year but I really don’t care if I don’t because it’s the fun of the weekend I’m really looking forward to.

So to those of you who may be getting a little too big for your britches like I was last night,  keep my stupidity in mind.  When someone comes to you for help, unless you’re training to win the Boston Marathon or compete in the Olympics, help them.  a 3 mile run is still a 3 mile run whether you do it in 30 minutes or 40.  It still counts.  Don’t be a D-Brenna! (that’s douchebad Brenna)

HAPPY RUNNING!

Why?

Why would someone throw away a racing finishers medal?  I’m really asking a question here because it perplexes me about why someone would run a race and then toss their prize!  This one, perhaps just for me, was challenging with what felt like an all ascent first half in the heat and humidity.  I felt like it was tough and around mile 8 I felt like quitting.  I find around mile 7 or 8 in most half marathons that I start getting tired and somewhere around 10-11 I’m looking forward to the finish.  Now, this race was not my best time.  I came in at 2:17:43 and my best half was completed in 1:57 and change.  Given the weather and the swelling in my legs from the get go, it was a respectable time.  I’m not competing against anyone so it’s just a matter of remembering the situation.  Anyway, it seemed like the longest race ever and I was happy to finish.  Never happier to stop for good and to hold what I feel is an achievement medal.  I struggled and feel like I earned it.  So on my way home I got behind someone stopped at the exit who was throwing away what I thought was trash.  Turns out it was his medal.  I saw him pick the bib out of the trash and keep that which is weird.  Anyway as they drove off a guy walking next to that full trash with the medal on top picked it up and shrugged as if to say “what the hell are you doing guy!”.  This is the same thing I was thinking and if fact I said to that guy who put it back in the trash, you should keep it for yourself!  Why do people do these things?  I’ll never know but I feel like if they ran out of medals, that guy ought to be held accountable for wasting one.  Gheesh!  Anyway, I’m very proud of mine and I’m keeping it.  It is for this reason that I just don’t understand why someone would throw it away.  Even if it’s your worst race you ever ran, you still earned it!  It kind of made me mad to see that but Se La Vie guy!  This medal was a honking medal not some cheapo flimsy gold painted plastic thing.  LOOK AT IT!!!  It was heavy and huge!  Whatever!  I’m keeping mine and I hope you regret throwing yours away dude.  I can’t imagine why or what made you do it or what it takes for you to keep one for that matter.  Who cares!  I have mine and that’s all that matters.

HAPPY RUNNING!

So today I ran the Narragansett Half Marathon in Easton Mass.  It’s July so I’m not sure what the  hell I was thinking but I expected it to be hot so there was no surprise there.  It was also humid but the big complaint I have is that it was hilly on the first half of this race in the sun, in the humidity which made it seem harder than it probably was.  My legs started swelling at mile 1 which didn’t really please me but it’s July so suck it up buttercup and drink a LOT!  I did and I also sadly walked a few times.  Now it isn’t a bad thing to walk, I just don’t like doing it because I feel like a wimp but the hills felt so hard so when I needed a little break I walked a minute then moved on.  I drank every mile and at every water station but by mile 8 I started beating myself up about being a bad runner and why do I do this and feeling like everyone else was just better prepared than I am.  All lies I know but it always happens when you start struggling, at least it does to me.  So here I am at mile 8 or so having the nastiest talk with myself and willing myself to not quit and keep stopping if I need to because I refuse to DNF (did not finish for those of you who may not run).  I just won’t do it.  I took a corner and ended up next to a nice guy who started talking to me.  Now I have my headphones in but I’ll almost always take them out to talk to other runners.  I love talking to people during a race.  So out they came and we chatted a while about the heat and hills and in this short discussion was God’s message to me reassuring me that I wasn’t some stinky old runner.  This guy, whose name I wish I had gotten, was from MD.  He was here with his girlfriend who wasn’t running on a little mini vacation which included this race.  I learned that he is running 17 half marathons in 2017 as a personal goal (WHOA!).  I also learned that he was a pack a day smoker a year ago and just started running 6 months ago.  Amazing to me.  Here comes the lesson kids… when he asked me what my best half time was I told him 1:57 and he was floored like that was so amazing (I think so but you know, that’s just me!) and all of a sudden I felt like a good runner again.  I was still struggling but I felt like time was passing faster and somewhere in the hilly heat of the last 4 miles I found strength in weakness if that makes sense.  I pulled my head up and suddenly felt like I was pacing him.  He in fact did drop back around 11 because as my  poor running friend Barbara knows all too well, running with me can push you to the red zone without much effort.  I’m not super fast but faster most days than she is so when we run I slow it down so I don’t stroke her out.  So my friend from MD did drop back to catch his breath and on I went but with a renewed strength or maybe it was determination.  Either way, I wasn’t in so much of a down spiral after meeting him and I have him to thank for that.  You see God gave him to me as a pat on the back just when I needed it most as per usual with most of his lessons/ gifts to me just when I need them.  I am grateful to have Faith and God in my life.  I didn’t see my new friend again after we separated but he’ll stay in my memory as one of those interactions that bring you back to center when you’re teetering on the verge of losing your humility, reality and strength or your perspective in general.  I’m glad I met him because I finished my race strongly and happy instead of dragging my ass over the finish line.  Every race is different and we need to find the blessings that each one brings.

HAPPY RUNNING!

My Girls

So my friends and I finished the “Run The Year” challenge yesterday.  We did all the miles on our own mostly although cumulatively we did some together in race miles and some fun miles too.  The last 12 miles we did as a group and it was just great!  It was 3 easy miles at breathing pace so we could talk and laugh and just make the most of something fun that we did together.  When we finished we took a picture with our medals and felt accomplished and good about ourselves as individuals and as a new group of friends who most definitely will do other things together.  We went to dinner, laughed and shared stories and future goals and had ourselves a little celebration of ourselves.

I really like running with friends and feel like I could do so much more with them than I could alone.  One of us is a super athlete having run marathons, triathlons, iron man races, brave unique races and just some crazy things.  She makes me feel bold and is the reason I consider running something further than a half marathon.  Another of us used to smoke like a chimney and has come back from ill health to someone who reminds me that I can achieve anything I set my mind to do.  The last of our quartet is someone who makes reminds me that no one can take my cookies away from me and that I deserve to do anything I want to do because this is my life.  You see my friends, although they may not know it, are the glue and strength in my everyday life.  Each day I know them I realize how fun life can be and how much I have needed friends.  These ladies are my special friends and my crazy friends and my supportive friends.  They make me strong, make me laugh, keep me realistic but brave and are the piece to my puzzle that has been missing.  I love my girls because I am a better person because I know them.

We are the Bad Ass B’s!

HAPPY RUNNING!

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