2017 · Attitude · being brave · Blessings · brenna gimler · Discipline · Encouraging · Family · motivation

Invisible Muscle(s) & Wonderful Sons!

 

I took my sons (17 &19) to @HeritageAdvPark yesterday as the last fun mom & sons / brother & brother thing that we do this summer.  I really wish it wasn’t that time because my heart is breaking knowing I only have Johnny for one more week.  Part of life but one that I just am not adjusting to easily.  I hate this time just as much as the first time last year that we left him.  Anyway, I thought it would be a great way for me to do something super brave that they would be proud of and something that would give them a morning full of fun that they will talk about.  That it will be.  It also turned out to be a learning lesson for me as I found out my youngest son James is afraid of stuff in the air that wobbles.  He’s my 225 lb gentle giant who has actually zip lined before.  John and I surprised him with this because we thought he would love it.  He didn’t.  He liked the challenges but hated being high in the air on wobbly wires and wooden planks.  He did one full course then decided it was more fun to cheer us on from solid ground. I really felt so bad because now it’s only “fun” for two of us and for me it wasn’t so much fun as a sense of accomplishment overcoming my fears to buck up and dig deep for bravery.  I wanted the boys to see, and now especially with James on the ground, what it looks like to be so afraid of something and do it anyway.  In fact, when we went up on the most challenging course at the end, I heard James say from the ground “if my mother can be brave, I can be brave”!  WOW!  Very proud of him for attempting another time by himself.  He got half way and had to get down but he faced it on his own terms and tried again.  Me, I’m just a stubborn Ukraninan but I did it!  I Effing Did it!!!  I was so scared, I cried at some points, I took deep breaths  but I did it. I climbed vertical rope ladders with wooden round rungs that went straight up 5 feet / 10 feet to a platform that was 20 feet in the air.  I ziplined 35 feet in the air (thank God for the canopy of trees below that lessened the look of how far up we were).  I walked on wires, holding wires, across a span of 20 feet that was 30 feet in the air. I walked across a wire navigating my way around obstacles.  It was a day of dusting off muscles in my head that I haven’t really used much…the ones for creative problem solving and concentration to do a challenge while not looking at it which required looking down which I couldn’t do.  I sprained my finger on the last challenge because I wrapped my fingers in the nylon strapping that lowered us to the ground.  Not a good idea since when it adjusts for your weight and snaps taught it yanked my finger and probably pulled some ligaments in there.  That’s what happens when you’re scared.  I couldn’t have done it without my sons.  I pulled bravery up from somewhere in my gut to be a good life lesson for them.  Johnny stayed with me and waited for me at EVERY obstacle.  That’s us right there. In this selfie, the only selfie I could manage, we are about 15 or so feet in the air.  If you look between us, there’s a wire.  THAT was the kind of wires we were holding on to and ALL we had to hold on to most of the obstacles.  No safety net, just two industrial hooks only one of which would lock at a time, strapped to your harness.  I actually felt safe in the harness.  I don’t look afraid here but I was.  I just wasn’t looking down because I was distracted by a moment I needed to get for my memories.  Johnny was amazing!  He told me how every obstacle was designed, the best way to navigate it, how to stay steady and then went first so I could see it done.  He’s not afraid.  When he got to the other side He fastened himself then turned and encouraged me on.  Just looking at him I felt ok.  He just kept telling me that I was doing great and he coached me along what seemed like 1,000 yards to the other side of every obstacle.  So grateful he helped me and waited for me with a kiss to the forehead and a “good job mama” when I finished each one.  James was my safety net.  Hearing him tell me that I was doing good, to keep going and that I was almost there was like having a blanket of courage wafting up from below me to help carry me to the other side.  It was like a hug from below and it was the thing when I was at the highest point on the course that made me let go of the tree and try again.  Yes, I was a tree hugger …literally!  At the highest spots I had to hold the tree because the platform wasn’t super big and fear was poking at me big time.  What I liked best about hearing James voice was that he knew how afraid I was…he lived it so his words were the words that someone so fearful, like me, neede to hear.  He didn’t tell me not to be afraid because he knew I was and that those words wouldn’t help me move on.  John didn’t say them either for the same reason.  James didn’t say too much that would distract me, just enough for me to be reminded that I could do it.  I am sort of happy that he decided the ground was the place for him because I had Johnny up top with me guiding me and helping me and James below me keeping me steady.  God I love my sons so!  I’m so lucky!!!

Today I am stiff in places that seem hard to believe have muscles, like across my ribs on my back.  Not sure I really think about having muscles there but I clearly do and they are letting me know I irritated them with my little overachieving escapade.  Many of my invisible muscles are whining today but it feels good when that happens because I worked another set of muscles to stay strong.   

HAPPY RUNNING!

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2017 · accountability · Attitude · being brave · being prepared · brenna gimler · goals · Rest

Give It A Rest!

In my endeavor to improve not only my physical self but my eating habits and discipline as well, I have learned that there are some things you have to do sometimes.  This week that something is to do single workouts daily instead of double sessions.  I could use the excuse that I have my period and I’m tired, which I really am but I won’t.  I am choosing to take this week to stay on track but to give my body a little respite from hard days.  Body needs rest and while I’m working on the eating plan and the fitness plan I’ll make this an easy week.  My brain doesn’t like it but hey that’s too damn bad.  I know it will be good for me and at the end of the day that’s all that matters.  So discipline and hard work are the name of the game for the next four months.  I wish I had a goal that this plan supports but alas, it’s just a general plan.  Going hard for several months may just come in handy next fall if I am brave enough to do it.   I may have to recruit a friend of mine who I know is crazy enough to say yes to give me some accountability to not chicken out.  We’ll see.  I’m not there yet but I will be.  So cups up to better fitness and more discipline for the Fall!

HAPPY RUNNING!

2017 · Attitude · being brave · Family · goals · happiness · Life · Random Thoughts · Reading

Lucy, Paul, Running & Life

I finished the book “When Breath Becomes Air” last night which was written by Paul Kalanithi.  Paul wrote this book because he found out he had terminal cancer and he wanted to document his journey as he faced his own mortality.  He wrote his journey from brilliant Neurosurgeon to Cancer patient.  Paul was quite interested in diving into looking death in the eyes and analyzing what death means and looking at it as a process instead of running away from it.  It is an honest book that I don’t know as if I could have written in the midst of suffering  from Cancer and watching myself wither from health to having people on my death watch just waiting for me to pass to move on.  It’s a good read and something that will not leave my mind.  You should read it.  THIS Ted talk by Lucy Kalanithi is what prompted me to read the book.

I thought about Paul this morning as I headed out to run and I thought about Lucy his widow and Cady his infant daughter who most likely won’t remember her father except in the things her family and her mother share with her.  I thought about my own life and thought about how I read and cried through this book and as my legs carried me over my three miles I confirmed with myself that if I face this same kind of decision in my life, I do NOT want to spend time chasing time if the outcome is sure to be finality.  I would rather spend my time simply talking to my family, and running,  having cookouts and creating memories and laughter than living in a hospital bed.  Everyone dies we just don’t know when we’ll die or how.  Why worry about it?  Every day and moment should be lived to the best of our ability being the best people we can be don’t you think?

I run because I want to be more healthy.  I want to be more healthy because I want to live as long of a life free from canes or adult diapers and medications as I can.  I started off running to run away from life’s problems.  I ran to save myself from deep dark places that the anti-depression commercials talk about.  I ran not to look forward but to not look back.  Things are much better now for me and I am probably the happiest I’ve ever been since getting married.  I now appreciate meaning in life and the joys that my family brings me, especially my children as they head into adulthood.  I now run to be able to have as many tomorrows as I can and to “experience” every day rather than just living every day.  Lucy and Paul “experienced” life and looked at life in a really analytical way both in life and through and during death.  Running saved me and has taught me to really appreciate and experience most everything.  Running has become the glue that keeps me sane, lets me analyze things so I can better understand them more like Paul and Lucy do.  Running lets me reflect on things that have happened and what my takeaways are a lot like Lucy and Paul did as they applied the lessons they were learning through their difficult journey through Paul’s illness.

It’s books like this that make me a better human who appreciates the important things in life over skimming through each day blindly, and it’s running that has allowed me to take all those moments and push them forward to tomorrow and the next days to come.  Life, like running has good days and bad, joy and pain, frustrations and memories, positives and negatives. We should know what we want from both, have goals for both, give mindful thought to the moments and milestones that we experience during both.

HAPPY RUNNING!

 

2017 · Attitude · being brave · brenna gimler · commitments · Discipline · Encouraging

A Good Start

So, today was day one after letting it all hang out there in the wind yesterday.  Again, no date yet but we need to see what this old girl can put up and what my endurance and tolerance levels are in order to truly decide if the lofty goal I just set is actually doable.  Last night I did some speed work on the DM at the gym but only 3 miles because it was so damn hot in the gym I had to cut it short.  Today I hit the ground running intending to get my usual 3-5 miles in.  Somewhere in the first mile my subconscious decided that it was going to test my tolerance a bit and my legs obeyed.  My lazy pace is around a 10 minute mile.  My working pace is around 9:30 and my kick ass pace is anything under 9:30 these days.  If you read yesterdays post you will realize that this will not cut it if I am going to achieve that goal.  Now I do know that today is day ONE and I certainly do not expect to be close to goal at this time, just looking to see where I’m at with moderate to high effort so I can gauge where to focus.  So I ran 5 miles this morning.  I stopped every single mile mostly to rest but after mile 1 I had to shed a layer.  All the rest of 2-5 I needed to catch my breath.  I knew I was pushing it and as each mile buzzed on my wrist I was pleasantly surprised to find that at about 80% effort I was running sub 9.  My chest didn’t burn so I knew I was ok, my legs weren’t going to give out so I kept going and I didn’t puke so I knew I wasn’t working too hard. To my chagrin, I managed the following splits: 9:01, 8:50, 8:46, 8:35, 8:03 which not only impressed me but told me my goal is not too much of a pipe dream.  I realize this was just 5 miles not 26.2 and I don’t think I could manage that pace longer than I had without serious effort at micro managing fuel, hydration and mental fortitude.  The first two are easy to learn, the last one will take some serious effort which may take the help of someone who has done it before in order to bind my own “deathly hallows” to get the job done.

So I’m not in a bad place, not in the perfect place, just in a really good place right now and better situated than I originally thought to make it happen.  So time + effort + adjustments + consistency are my plan.  Reading a ton is about to become a bigger hobby to educate myself so I don’t hurt myself.  I’m 48 not 28 and I don’t have aspirations of breaking any world records, just one goal which isn’t over inflated.  I now believe in what I’m doing more than I did yesterday and hope to maintain that even on the hard days in a plan that I have yet to write down and commit to.  All you need to do is want to and the rest will fall into place right?

What goals have you set that made you nervous?  How did you deal with it?

HAPPY RUNNING!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2017 · Attitude · being brave · brenna gimler · Discipline · goals · Hitting your Goals · Marathon

8:53 Sure Makes It Seem Possible

I have wondered lately if it is possible for someone who runs a 9:30 average mile to run a sub 3:48:00 marathon.  I wonder because I got the “good luck with that” comment to my jest of “anything you can do, I can do better”.  I was of course poking around my husbands marathon time of 3 hours and 48 minutes.  Unfortunately as soon as he retorted what he did, I felt the Ukrainian in me flip him off.  That’s not a good sign because whenever that has happened in the past I have become obsessed with whatever the goal is and bar none, I have always hit whatever it is.  So would it be possible once my son is out of High School for me to actually get my 9:30 – 9:45 miles down low enough to beat that time?  Am I still young enough or slim enough to do it?  My mind thinks I could with great effort but will my body comply?  Will I need a coach (YES!) and will I be able to afford them?  Can I give it my all to get my mind, body and spirit aligned with my goal?  I’m afraid to set that goal because what if I set out to make it and what if I fail.  It will have to be a quiet little goal between me and you (BAM) which will remain unwritten at least for now, however, it’s out there and it’s stuck in my mind now.  Not going to get it out I don’t think.  Can I do it?

Well, perhaps is the answer.  You see, as much as I did not want to run yesterday, I wanted to today.  It might be my brand new awesome running outfit that I got yesterday and the fact that I wanted to try it out to see if the size was better.  Fact is that it was.  My new medium holds my junk all in place a little better and my legs feel great.  Part of my earnst to head out was how well I felt.  I was happy to have taken yesterday off because my legs and my entire body felt much better.  It was cold today so I layered up and out I went.  I didn’t put super effort into my stride and I wasn’t really sucking wind, just running along enjoying being out there a lot.  I ran my favorite route over the highways because I feel on top of the world standing over all the traffic.  I see the sunrise and the hills are a good challenge that I like to keep in my routine for when I want a challenge.  I got to 4 miles and thought that it would be great to get 5 miles in before work and just kept going.  I knew around mile 3 I was going faster but my chest didn’t burn as it does when I’m sucking wind from running too fast so I kept going.  When I got home I felt great and when I looked at my splits they were 9:32, 9:34, 9:21, 9:07, 8:53.  I realize this is just 5 miles and adding 20 more to that is an undertaking in itself but it looks like a good start.  Have you had an unfathomable goal that you have set out to achieve?  Did you hit it?

HAPPY RUNNING!

2017 · being brave · Setting Goals

Not Letting Fear Stop You From Setting & Achieving Goals

So, for those of you who actually read this blog,  you will remember that yesterday was like this big important emotional pinnacle day for me.  I stepped forward to start a fresh chapter in my life following a very dark episode.  It was like I was holding my breath for a REALLY long time and had taken my first breath of air.  So if you have been a fan of my ridiculous rants you ALSO know that I am a HUGE fan of Kelly Roberts who blogs and vlogs and does podcasts all based on her journey out of a similar dark place.  She is super motivational and funny and sarcastic and has found her strength through running and running friends.  I love following her because she makes me feel good about me and makes me realize that I should be having fun running and not be scared of setting goals and trying new things. 

So I follow her and write these blogs.  In the last 24 hours I feel like she’s egging me on.  What do I mean by that you ask?  I feel like I’ve thought more about signing up for a full marathon because of her.  Kelly would say to me “what the hell are you afraid of?”  She would tell me that I shouldn’t let the fear of such a big commitment and the possibility of not finishing prevent me from trying.  She’s right.  Why haven’t I signed up for one or tried one yet?  It is a long way but people older than me have done that.  It is a long way but people slower than me have completed them.  It is a long way but people that are not as healthy or strong as me have done it.  The factual reason that I haven’t done it so far is that I don’t want to have to commit to training RIGHT NOW.  I still have a son in high school for another year and I want to give him as much time as I gave his brother and sister.  He deserves that.  That actually is the only real reason that I haven’t jumped in and signed up.  After next May when he graduates I will no longer have any reasons not to.  I think in the back of my head I have already decided that next Fall will be my target for actually completing one.  I then think that I could run my first marathon on my 50th birthday which falls in May of 2019…THAT would be so awesome and if I did a destination race for my birthday it seems like waiting a little longer would be great.  Maybe I could get some company for such a big deal.

Anyway the IF doesn’t really exist because it’s more like WHEN and WHERE.  Listening to Kelly has helped me get over the fear of whether or not I should and to turn those thoughts into when and where I could.  A marathon has been on my bucket list in pencil and I feel like now it’s in pen.  Do you have any suggestions on amazing marathons for me to consider?  Somewhere warm (during our Fall), beautiful, flat, fun and well run are the things that I am looking for.  Tell me, I’m all ears!  Here’s to having new goals and being excited about it!

HAPPY RUNNING!