2017 · Blessings · God · happiness · Running Environment · Running Safety

Country Air

There is something different about running in the fresh country air of southern Virginia that fuels the soul and mind.   It’s the same air but not at the same time.  It’s quiet and peaceful and perfect for digging deep into one’s mind and thinking through the stuff that we don’t have time to weed through daily.  You can see the sun rising on the horizon that you would swear you could just reach out and touch it’s so close.  At the early morning hours as I tread on the pavement the residents are getting their days started and the Amish folks already have their day well under way with their business and farming.  I wave at everyone because here, everyone here waves at me.  I’m recognized as my mother’s daughter now, the one that runs since everyone knows my parents and each other and everyone talks about and to everyone else.  Here you definitely run with a stick as I found out today passing the three amigo mutts.  One decided to run just behind me a bit letting me know who’s territory it was.  I also run with Mace but this really didn’t warrant radical action even though I did think about breaking it out for a second.  A simple shout back letting him know that I could eliminate him if I wanted to with a firm voice did the trick just fine.  There are sections of my route that are a little creepy and lacking life but they are not very big and I’m past them before I finish thinking about being nervous running there alone.  Virginia, as many places, has a lot of poor sections.  Houses in disrepair or falling over and even abandoned.  It’s like a scene from a picture of America long ago when everyone struggled and family values were something different than the waning and changing ones of today.  It’s a reminder to me about how fortunate I am to have all that I do.  It’s easy to get caught up in daily life and complain about what we don’t have to which I am no saint.  The house needs paint, the roof needs repair, the floor needs to be finished and about a hundred other things that aren’t good enough the way they are.  When I come here, all that goes away because I am among people who struggle much more than I do.  When I come here I am sure to remember to thank God daily for the life he has provided to me and the family that I have.  As I run here, I miss home not for the things I have but for the people in my life.  Their absence makes me so happy that I can miss them so much.  When I am here I look forward to the Blueberry bread that my father makes.  It’s so good and he feels so happy when I ask him to make it for me.  I’m happy that he can still make it at 86 years old and I ask him to make it on purpose.  Partly because he’s been diagnosed with Dimentia and the days of his memory and coordination and lucidity are getting shorter and that makes me sad.  So while he is still all together I do what I can to make him feel useful and happy, besides it gives me a reason to go running here so I can eat it!  So good!  Time is in slow motion here and the days are really long with little to do.  Running although the same as it is at home mechanically just seems to last longer here as if the air were gelled and thick to move through.  You’re just forced to look around and take it all in.    Runs are always happy and pass by in the nicest fashion setting the day up so it can be nothing but good.  There just is nothing else like running to fill your soul like the back ass sticks of Virginia!

HAPPY RUNNING!

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2016 · Attitude · commitments · fitness schedule · happiness · post race running

Good Days

good dayWe are three days post @FalmouthRR. I am still thinking about how awesome that race was.  Amazing!   I rested on Monday just out of a feeling of responsibility to my body knowing I wanted it to run again yesterday.  Even though it was 2 days after the race, my legs pretty much screamed Fuck You the entire 4 mile jaunt.  They wanted no part of getting out in the sun and crisp morning air.  I thought to myself and tried to explain to my two cohorts that the race was just 7 miles to which they reminded me that I hadn’t run more than 3 in at least 3 weeks.  As my hammies complained I thought it’s just 7 miles …with a bunch of hills ….on a hot day.  Ok, maybe we shouldn’t have gone out but screw that I wanted to run.  It’s good to switch things up and push yourself.  Now I know I could run 7 flat out on pretty much any given day if I wanted to.  My high school lazy self is giving me the look of “but why the hell would you even want to do that kind of activity”.  That self is closely related to “Fat Brenna” who is always behind me on every run begging me to quit with a loaf of hot steaming bread oozing with melted butter and a bowl of pasta and meatballs in her clammy fat hands.  She loves to try to get me to join her in her enthusiastic celebration for  lack of motion but she always loses that argument.

It is an amazing feeling to be able to have the freedom and the ability to run.  Every day I run I feel amazing and strong and accomplished.  Today’s run went much better than yesterdays. My legs didn’t complain and in fact they were down for a 4 mile run.   I headed out thinking I’d repeat my 4 miles from yesterday knowing that I might have to accept 3.  I wove my way through a familiar route even taking a side road that lengthened my run from 3 to 4 because it felt like a good idea.  Mile 2 I pushed my pace with the help of some great tunes and 3-4 were slower than that but still faster than the 9:45-10:00 average I have seemed to slow down to on average these days.  Slower is ok since I’m not competing and I really do prefer to be able to breathe versus gasping when I run.  I was so happy to be out there today and if I didn’t have to work I might have run a few more.  This is a day that powers me through some that are not so good.

Now that I’ve done 2 races this year, I am thinking I want to keep nudging my long runs since I’m already at 7 and see just what I can do.  Maybe I’ll pick a half or two to put under my belt before winter hits.  I’ve started using Map My Fitness again to track what I eat and I have to get back to spinning and a weight routine to strengthen my core if I want to feel better running a longer race.  The goal is 20 lbs but I’d take 10 -15 and be happy.  Life is good & running makes you happy which is probably why I always end my blogs with:

HAPPY RUNNING!

 

Random Thoughts · Rest

Acknowledge, Refrain, Obey

resting your feetLast night I did NOT go running.  I wanted to…I had the opportunity to….I could have but I didn’t.  Rob went running and I nearly caved and ran out after him but I remembered that rest days are important so I stayed in and kept working.  I got a few things done for work that I wouldn’t have otherwise finished which is great.  This morning I was able to put up 4.08 miles and I took a route that has hills and I did it in a respectable time for where I’m at currently, pulling a 9:23 leisurely pace because I’m enjoying not training for anything in particular at this time.  I feel like that time and getting 4 good miles in was achieved partly because I obeyed the rest day.

HAPPY RUNNING!