In terms of training, July was a dud. Here and there runs, negative motivation, dreadful heat, travelling, sick kids and sick me.
In terms of acquisitions, it was a gem. I sold The Beast (our Double Jeep Wagoneer) for only $5 less than the purchase price, a year later. Wow! With the cash, I bought a used double jogger that is actually intended for running. And I had money to spare.
With the extra money, a Bob's Stores coupon, and a great sale, I purchased a new pair of sneakers. Ones that don't strangle my feet, aren't a few years old, and are self-propelled. I swear they run by themselves.
Motored by my sweet sneaks and double jogger, I am back on track and cramming in the runs. When I have to train with the kids, Selah encourages, "Go Mommy, Go!" Adden either douses himself with apple juice or snoozes. Without them, I've been hitting the treadmill and squeezing in evening runs, with Paul graciously watching the kiddos.
Sunday was the first day I ran the 3.1. It's the first time I've run that much since college. My time was horrendous - 37.04 - but my goal is just not to stop. And I made it!
I am really psyched to do this thing with Angie and Ash. One month to go! Yeah!
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8/6/08
5/24/08
Training Update #1
As I mentioned in a previous post, I have committed to running a 5K in August - Run to Break the Cycle. It's really no big deal, but I am so not a runner. I stop whenever there's a hint of fatigue, I am dreadfully slow (like some would argue if I'm running at all), and I lack a competitive drive. My goal is to finish the thing. And if I don't throw up or pass out in front of mass quantities of people, then I will be well pleased.
To say that I'm training for this race would be an overstatement. I head out for a run if I can garner enough energy to get both of the kids out, in good moods, in good weather, in the Beast. Our double stroller is a sweet 2nd hand purchase, but it's not intended for running in the least. I swear it's like 50 lbs to push up a hill. Since we live in townhouse world, I can't tell you how many times a random onlooker asks if I'm okay after I've huffed it up a hill. And they mean it. I look bad, real bad.
Ashley, my sweet sister in law, has high hopes for me. She's like running woman - she's been running since 7th grade, competitively from jr high through college. We ran together, with kids in tow, a few weeks back. She coached me the entire run - run on the balls of your feet, swing your arms, don't clench your fists, watch your stride. I adored the coaching since it meant that I didn't need to talk.... just breathe. She laid down the law with me, which included the words, "You just can't stop." Maybe it's because I begged her at least 5 times in a 2 mile stretch to take a breather - which is, now that I think of it, probably why she hasn't run with me since!
I need Ashley to tell me like it is, I suppose, even if I don't want to hear it. I need someone to keep me accountable. On my own, I will so just give up and give in. I am too weak, too fickle, too easily swayed. I need someone to set goals for me and to help me reach them. My long term goal is to finish the race. But along the way, I need mile markers. I can't just show up in August hoping to complete this thing. If I reach my goal, it'll be because I've worked my tail off all along the way and because I've enlisted the support of others. I guess that's why I'm even journalling my training here. Somehow, writing these words makes it more real - even if it's just some little blog. I can't back out now because Angie is joining me, Amy is encouraging me, and Ashley is coaching me.
So - all that to say - I ran today during Selah's nap time. Paul stayed home with her and I took Adden in a single jogger and.... busted a move! Okay, well not so much. But I ran farther than I ever have (post children!) and it totalled 2 miles without stopping. Whoohoooo! Keep in mind, it took me a hefty 25 minutes, but I did it. And I was deliriously happy and hyper when done - completely bouncing off the walls. You would've thought that I had run a marathon in good time. Too bad it was just a measly two miles. But for this non-runner it was the first time that I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could do this thing.
To say that I'm training for this race would be an overstatement. I head out for a run if I can garner enough energy to get both of the kids out, in good moods, in good weather, in the Beast. Our double stroller is a sweet 2nd hand purchase, but it's not intended for running in the least. I swear it's like 50 lbs to push up a hill. Since we live in townhouse world, I can't tell you how many times a random onlooker asks if I'm okay after I've huffed it up a hill. And they mean it. I look bad, real bad.
Ashley, my sweet sister in law, has high hopes for me. She's like running woman - she's been running since 7th grade, competitively from jr high through college. We ran together, with kids in tow, a few weeks back. She coached me the entire run - run on the balls of your feet, swing your arms, don't clench your fists, watch your stride. I adored the coaching since it meant that I didn't need to talk.... just breathe. She laid down the law with me, which included the words, "You just can't stop." Maybe it's because I begged her at least 5 times in a 2 mile stretch to take a breather - which is, now that I think of it, probably why she hasn't run with me since!
I need Ashley to tell me like it is, I suppose, even if I don't want to hear it. I need someone to keep me accountable. On my own, I will so just give up and give in. I am too weak, too fickle, too easily swayed. I need someone to set goals for me and to help me reach them. My long term goal is to finish the race. But along the way, I need mile markers. I can't just show up in August hoping to complete this thing. If I reach my goal, it'll be because I've worked my tail off all along the way and because I've enlisted the support of others. I guess that's why I'm even journalling my training here. Somehow, writing these words makes it more real - even if it's just some little blog. I can't back out now because Angie is joining me, Amy is encouraging me, and Ashley is coaching me.
So - all that to say - I ran today during Selah's nap time. Paul stayed home with her and I took Adden in a single jogger and.... busted a move! Okay, well not so much. But I ran farther than I ever have (post children!) and it totalled 2 miles without stopping. Whoohoooo! Keep in mind, it took me a hefty 25 minutes, but I did it. And I was deliriously happy and hyper when done - completely bouncing off the walls. You would've thought that I had run a marathon in good time. Too bad it was just a measly two miles. But for this non-runner it was the first time that I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could do this thing.
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