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30 Day Running Challenge: Day 14

What was your favorite race you’ve run? If you haven’t raced, what are you most looking forward to with racing?

I would say my favorite so far was the Chicago Marathon.  It was just an amazing atmosphere to be in.  It was SO hot that day, and it was like the entire city came out to support every runner; from the North side all the way to the South side.

People had hoses running from their yards spraying us down, had set up their own water/hydration stations, fruit stands, cold sponges, the hotter it got, the more people were coming out to help.  It was so awesome.

Mexico town, Little Italy, China town, all just PARTYING!  I could hardly hear my ipod over them, and it was unlike anything I have ever seen.  Never have I felt so welcome and cared for by a city.

The best part about it though was that my 2 best friends, Liz and Julie, along with Paul, were there at the finish line waiting for me.  There is nothing like having a cheering section.

Julie, Liz, and me way back in the day…. LOVE these girls.

30 Day Running Challenge: Day 13

Have you ever been injured because of running? How?

Thankfully, I have never had any injuries while running.  I sometimes need to ice my knees, but that is very infrequent.  If I keep up with my glucosamine supplements and cod liver oil, I stay in good shape.

The best injury I’ve had (thankfully) were some awesome blisters from the Chicago Marathon. 

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30 Day Running Challenge: Day 5

What’s your favorite distance to run or race and why?

My favorite distance to run is 10 miles + because I feel like my best runs have been at 10 miles, and anything over 9 always sounds so bad ass to me (even though I frequently struggle through 5 or 6 depending on the day).

My favorite distance to race is 26.2 because to me it is just such an awesome challenge.  I always meet so many different sides of myself while running that far.  I start off strong, and then at some point, I have to meet and conquer the weakest, most insecure parts of myself.  And it is great every time I do.

Motivation

30 Day Running Challenge: Day 3

What ultimate running goal would you like to accomplish?

This is one thing that I love about running, the fact that my goals are forever changing.  I never thought completing a marathon would be one of my goals, or to do a triathlon, but alas they were/are.

So, at this point, my next goal would be to shave some serious time off of my marathon and half marathon time (under 5 hours and under 2 hours, respectfully).

My ultimate might be to one day complete an ultra-marathon… that would be AWESOME.

It’s my birthday weekend!

I love birthdays, whether it be my own or someone else’s.  I think everyone’s birthday should be a big deal.  A great day to tell and be told, “I’m glad you were born”. 

I am so blessed because my birthdays have always been days when I am reminded how great my friends are and how loved I am.  This year is no exception.

My best friend is coming in from Chicago tonight to spend the weekend with me.  She has NEVER missed a birthday in the almost decade that I have known her, no matter where she is at in life.  I am so not worthy of her love 🙂

So, this will be me this weekend:

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Fat.  Sassy.  Relaxing…. except for that 10 mile run on Sunday.

Speaking of running, it has only been 2 weeks, so I guess I can update about the half marathon I ran over Memorial Day;  It went much better than I expected it to.  I ran the first half in record time, but slowed down in the last few miles, so my time wasn’t awesome, but it gives me a goal for the next one… which is a week from Sunday.

But, until then, I shall enjoy my time with my amazing friends, and be thinking about my amazing friends who can’t be here.

Have a great weekend everyone!

(Mint chocolate chip ice cream cake…only the best cake in the world)

It has been a while…

Oh the joys of moving and not having Internet.  I am long past due for posting something other than a picture.  I do apologize, for I have been busy adventuring into the lands of cohabitation. 

Yes, the man and I have decided to live in sin full-time and share an address.  Now the party can rage on 24/7!  And by party, I mean catching “Jeopardy” every night at 7:30, me going to bed by 9:30, and adventures in new recipes together.  We are a pretty innocent bunch.

I am happy to report, though, that 3 weeks into it, things are sailing along as well as they ever have.  Granted it is only 3 weeks, but if you can survive a move together, that is a pretty good sign.

 

Another big step for us was surviving our first golf game together! If you are a talented golfer, or date someone who is, then you know how stressful it can be to not have golfed for 7 years and take to the course with one of these people. 

Now, I don’t take criticism well, and the man seems to do everything well, including golf, so I had to send up a warning flare before we even loaded our clubs into the car that the only way to maintain his livelihood through the 9th hole would be to keep tips and pointers to himself.  This message was delivered in a much more charming manner than it reads though, I assure you.

I say all these things like we were moving and golfing while teetering on the edge of nuclear melt-down, but it is quite the opposite actually.  It is great when you are a laid back person to be with a laid back person, and it really takes a lot to shake both of us.  BUT, on the other end of that, I have seen, and been a part of these situations when they do not go so well.  Things from moving to golfing can destroy a couple!  If you can survive the little things like golf games all the way to the major stressors like moving, you’ve got a good partner in crime.  I am very blessed to have mine, especially since he is willing to take me golfing any time I want to go 🙂

Wish me luck!  This weekend I run the Bayshore Half Marathon.  I don’t expect to be PR-ing in this race since my training has been less than consistent, but it should be a good time.  I will update you all on how it goes!

Have a great Memorial Day weekend!

Yep, I've been there.

Paul and me in another 3 weeks.  😉

Watch Your Step

I have never pretended to be graceful, and I always have the amazing super-power of proving why; I fall all the time.  I walk into walls, I spill things, I will trip on things that aren’t there, I have just been blessed that way.

Today while enjoying a run with one of my dear, dear friends and her 3 little girls, I managed to catch my foot on, and proceed to trip over, a slight crack in the sidewalk.  This happened 2 minutes into our run after I had made the joke that I should borrow one of the girls’ helmets because, back to the first point, I am not graceful. And sure enough I just bit it!  It wasn’t even a clean fall, it was one of those tripping, trying to catch myself for a good 6 feet, but still failing, trip.  Scraped hands and all, I picked myself up and kept going, laughing at myself along with a 12, 10, and 5 year old. 

About a mile later, the best part of my day happened when Bailey, the 5-year-old, called back to me from ahead, “Stephanie, there is a crack in the sidewalk up here, so don’t hurt yourself!”… perfect execution, and straight from the heart.

I am usually against running with people, but lately, I need it.  The option to stop is not as readily available as it is when you are by yourself, and having someone to talk to or just give you a boost, or for you to give them a boost, makes runs go by so much faster.  I didn’t realize how badly I was in need of a training buddy until today, especially one as awesome as this friend, who comes with a cheering section of 3.

Falling aside, it was a great run, and I have found my excitement for training once more!  Running is the most love-hate, turbulent relationship I have in my life.  A great run makes me feel on top of the world.  A bad run can make me feel like my life is falling apart and I can do nothing right.  It almost sounds like an abusive relationship because when it is good it’s great, when it’s bad it is the worst.  You can call me a bipolar runner; my highs are so high and my lows are so low.

But, I have found the magic ingredient that should help: a devoted running partner.  I am lucky in the fact that I love her to death, we laugh together, she is great at giving advice, and we run about the same pace.  She is perfect for me!

So onward my running partner and I shall go, tripping and all, to our half-marathons coming next month.  Hopefully her kids will be there to look out for me along the way.

So True!

Accepting the Compliment

I have always been afraid to outwardly admit that I am “good enough”.  I have always kept myself a rung or 2 lower than I probably deserve.  I have forever countered compliments with a negative, or something to dispute what is being said.

In high school, I was a state-recognized, record-holding soccer goalie, but at the time, you would never hear me call myself good.  I was the team captain, a “leader” on the field, was congratulated by parents, teachers, and classmates after good games, but I always acted as if it was all a fluke.  I had this fear that if I ever let myself believe that I was actually talented, that would open the flood gates for someone to disagree.  If I didn’t say it, I didn’t have to defend it, or I could say, “I told you so”, if I ever failed.

To this day if anyone compliments me on an accomplishment, or even my looks, I answer with something self-deprecating, remark about my weight, how I think my hair is stringy, or how my skin is like that of a middle school boy going through puberty.

I ran my first marathon last October, and any time someone congratulated me I would focus on the fact that I didn’t hit my time goal, or I had to walk for a mile because of heat and I had been sick all week.  When I crossed the finish line, I didn’t feel accomplished, my first thought was, “welp, gotta do better next time”.  

My habit of downplaying and degrading myself really hit me when I was telling one of my best friends about how I felt after the marathon, and her answer was like a hilarious slap in the face: “Quite frankly, that is really dumb”.

I just busted out laughing, because it was so true!  This was a conversation over G-chat, but I could just see her expression and hear the tone in her voice as she said it!  She was so right though!  What is with the safety net for failure that I carry around? That so many people carry around?! It is like giving yourself permission to fail because you never actually said you were going to succeed in the first place.  Training and finishing a marathon was probably one of the first things that I allowed myself to succeed at and I even try to kill that.  No wonder my life is floating around mediocrity, I haven’t even opened myself up to feel deserving of a compliment, much less the best my life has to offer. 

People say, “you get what you deserve”, but I believe that you get what you accept to expect to deserve.  It is time to switch the thinking.  Of course, there is always room to be better and improve, but not at the expense of what you have already done.  Whether it be running a marathon, a 5k, potty training your dog, or keeping a clean room for more than a week, do not be afraid to pat yourself on the back and recognize the victories you have every day, big or small. 

So, if you are anything like me, learn to accept compliments, admit when you have had a good game, or accomplished something.  Open yourself up to believing in being worthy of the life you want!  

Cheers!

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