Just wanted to post this…
Not bad coming from a formally obese, high blood pressure, pre-diabetic, legs swelling, barely able to breathe 49 year old man who, now at 51 feels a lot better.
Have a good weekend.
Somedays running can be ordinary.
Somedays you think your run was ordinary, but it really wasn’t.
Somedays running is fun and you feel like you can run forever.
Somedays you get two miles into a run and know you need to stop or risk getting hurt.
Monday I ran my 4 miles.
Tuesday I ram my 4 miles.
Wednesday I woke up and my ankle hurt so much I could barely walk. Strange that I was fine during my Tuesday run. Of course it was HOT and I was tired. I hadn’t slept well the night before and the heat, though not as bad as at other times, just got to me. I ended up walking several times.
So I woke up Wednesday and limped out of bed. At work I had to walk slowly and favored my other foot. It hurt so much, I wondered if I had sprained it. I had visions of having to take weeks off of running and just keep weight off of it all together. That afternoon I decided to walk through my neighborhood. I figured it would work its way out of make it worse, but at least I’d know what I was up against. So I walked a couple miles and headed home. To be honest, it was better after a while. I still couldn’t run on it, but I could walk without issue.
Yesterday I woke up and felt fine. No pain. No limp. All was well.
So I went for my run yesterday afternoon. It was awesome. Not only did my ankle feel fine, but I felt like I could run forever. I ended up running 5 miles, which was longer then I’ve run in a long time. I felt comfortable. It was cool outside (I love the polar vortex in the summer) and all was well with the world.
This morning I am back in the 184 range for my weight. I have been creeping up past 184 off and on since my vacation. 184 is not where I want to be as a goal, but is acceptable to me, so that is good news.
Ultimately, somedays are good and some are bad. I’ve said this before, but if you have a bad day, know that a good one is coming soon. If you have a good day, don’t be shocked at the next bad day because it will happen. That is the way we are made and that is life.
I’m glad I had a good day yesterday. I really needed one.
One thing I’ve learned since I began running in March of 2011… some days you feel like superman and some you don’t.
Yesterday TJ, RS and I went to the mountain to do our weekly run. If you have read this blog at all over the past several months, you will know that I found this crazy road going up a mountain in our local state park. I’ve run it many times now. A few weeks ago, TJ coaxed me into going further past the top of the mountain. There is a long hill that goes down and then a very steep climb up to the end of the road. By the time we leave the car and make it back, we run about 7.5 miles on the mountain.
Back to my starting sentence. Yesterday I didn’t feel like superman. We started our run (RS likes to run alone, so he left after us) and my legs had no strength. They honestly felt like rubber. I kept racking my brain as to why this would be. I hydrated well this weekend and last week. I eat well. I slept better then normal. Also I walked Friday and took Saturday of. I should have been smokin!
I figured by the time we got going my legs would wake up. They didn’t. I got to the top of the mountain and felt like I was on mile 20 of a marathon. I was shot. What kept me going? Other then being almost 4 miles away from the car and running with TJ, I kept thinking to myself, “This will help my legs get used to running tired – like at mile 20 of a marathon”.
So I finished. It wasn’t pretty, but I didn’t walk. I pushed through. To be honest, coming down the mountain was the worse! I had to concentrate to keep my legs from giving way as we pounded down the steep inclines.
Running really does mirror life sometimes. There are days when you wake up and you feel like you are at mile 20. It is not only hard to get going, but it can be hard to keep going. But we have to keep our eyes on the prize and push through. Every up also has a down and every down has an up. Life is never going to stay as good as you feel right now or as bad. Life means change. When you are tired, just keep going. When you are happy, be thankful. When you are sad, know that one day you will be happy again, whether you feel like you will be or not.
Before I sign off I want to congratulate RS who made it to the top of the mountain for the first time. As we were coming back, we passed him. I told him he made it and he said, “Really?”. He didn’t know he had made it to the top! Hmmm. Seems like life also. Sometimes we have everything we ever wanted, we make it to the top of the mountain and don’t even know that we have arrived.
Running/mountains/life. Gotta love it!
I am not a summer person. I love the cold. I’m originally from Pennsylvania and I don’t think I miss the cold winters, but I do remember the hot summers. We would get into the 90s and we had no air conditioning. I just had to sit and melt. I learned then that heat was not my friend. I can remember trying to sleep in my room at night with the window open and listening to the trucks on a far off highway… and sweating! Fast forward to more recent times. Before I began running, I would never go out in the summer. The most I’d be outside was just enough to walk to my car. I hated the heat – and I still do. I love the fall. I love the winter. I love the spring. I hate summer (which only begins tomorrow).
I started my run yesterday… 3:00 in the afternoon. Five days in a row. Four days of 100+ heat index. The real temperature was in the mid 90s.
I got about 100 yards and turned back, went home, got on my headsets and decided to walk.
Honestly, until this week I’d only run 4 times in all of June. So I am feeling good about my running at this point, heat included. I ran my mountain for the second week in a row last Sunday and ran 4 miles in my neighborhood Monday – Wednesday. Yesterday I ended up doing an even amount of running and walking. My legs were shot and I only had 5 hours of sleep the night before.
On to a quick thought about the heat index. Does anyone know how they decide what that is? As a runner who hits the streets at 3:00 in the afternoon, I have a feeling that the heat coming up from the asphalt is about 100 degrees hotter then that index taken from some field in the shade. Just sayin’.
Moving forward. It was a the best week for me in about 2 months. I have no idea why and I have no idea why the past two months have been so difficult. I’m not going to question it anymore, I’m just glad to be feeling better. Today is Friday and we have the whole weekend ahead of us.
This is hard to write.
I have honestly lost my inspiration for this blog. I don’t know why exactly. Perhaps it is some added pressure at work, or maybe the fact I’ve written for almost a year and a half about running – I mean really, how much can one person write about running?!?
So during my run yesterday, I decided to take a break from my blog. It wasn’t a hard decision. The past few weeks I would start to write and have to rewrite the same opening sentence 3 times before I finally either just close my browser or push through to something semi interesting to me.
The hard part isn’t taking a break. The hard part is that I have met so many interesting and caring bloggers on this site. When I started this blog, I wasn’t on social media. I didn’t want to be. I don’t do Facebook and only started a Twitter account after I started this blog. I only told people I personally knew that I was doing this project. But then, somehow, people started finding me. I went from a handful of people following and viewing my posts, to hundreds. On top of that, there are about 10 bloggers that I honestly could feel like I (somewhat) know through out interactions on their blogs and mine. It has been a great run.
All good things must come to an end. I will probably pick this back up. Maybe in a week or so when pressures at work calm down, and maybe not. I honestly don’t know. I want to enjoy writing and I also don’t want to just disappear without notice and allow my blog to languish and me feel guilty about not keeping it up.
So one last thank you!
I would name some of my favorite bloggers here, but then I would feel badly if I missed someone.
Okay, I just can’t keep going. You all really do know who you are. There are more people, but I don’t have time to write everyone’s names! You know who you are. Some of you helped me through my marathon, some just found me recently. Some have shown great concern for me in all my injuries and some really make me laugh and smile.
Please know I appreciate every like and comment I’ve gotten since January 2012 when I started this blog. Also know I fully intend on coming back and continuing to write my journey. I have doubts about ever qualifying for Boston as I get hurt after almost every race, but that is still my goal and every run I complete will put me closer.
Okay, enough already (I hear you say).
Have a great life. Keep running. Keep making me smile.
Over the past 20 years or so of my life, I have found out that in almost every difficult situation there is a “key” to making change happen.
What I am alluding to is that, for example, circumstances that are difficult in life can be like being in a pitch back room and continually running into walls with no way out. The thing is that there is a door and a key to open that door near you . All you need to know is how to get the key to turn and the door will open and things will suddenly work out.
This sounds philosophical, but honestly it is amazing how this works in everyday life, including running.
An example from my running life is the mountain I run. I ran several times to the base of the mountain and at the left turn that went up the mountain, I turned around and went the other direction. I got so close, but I didn’t know that the key to the door of running fast, more efficient and with less injury, was literally a left turn away from me. It was like I was in a dark room with a door and a key, but I never unlocked that door and walked through until… one day with TJ. We decided to see where that road went. That left turn was the key that changed my running life in a way that nothing else has ever done!
Another example is Apple Cider Vinegar (ACV). I wrote about this on this blog a month or two ago several times. Not only has it helped my running in the afternoons by giving me something I had to have been missing, but over the past two months, my weight, which had plateaued at 192, has gone down 7 lbs to 185. Even pizza night doesn’t seem to affect me much anymore.
I could go on and on. In just about every area of my life this principle has helped. I constantly pray for wisdom so that I can find the keys to shut doors in my life.
I guess I hope that there may be keys in your life to open doors to which you just haven’t paid attention. It is an amazing feeling to find a key and suddenly realize there is a simple solution to a complex problem and it has been right in front of you!
That is what I kept telling myself yesterday as I ran. Relax and run easy.
I hadn’t run since before the snow last week. After getting home and realizing I injured my back by my antics at work (sleeping on the floor, walking in the ice, falling on the ice, etc), I had to hold off running. That is not a good thing for me.
I think because I run 5 – 6 days a week, if I go a few days without running my emotions take a dive. I don’t know if it is the lack of endorphins or just lack of sleeping well, but I become a monster emotionally. Just angry with the world and everything in the world.
Sunday was another one of “those” days. I just had to leave. I went for a 2 hour walk and ended up in a park and sat for an hour. Actually that seemed to help get me back a little. It was a rough day and I could feel it from the moment I woke up. One week without running makes one weak, if you ask me.
Monday I just didn’t feel like running. My hip was bothering me. I decided to take “the dog” out for a walk. That was nice, but it bothered me that I didn’t want to run. It isn’t like I love my runs, but I love the aftereffect. The peace. The satisfaction of finishing a run.
Finally, yesterday I ran. I got in 4.25 miles under a 9:00 pace. I feel better. I like that feeling after I run of my lungs breathing in full and easy. I like the peace I feel and the fact that after two years, a run still finishes my day.
So I guess I am back again to my running days. This crazy weather has been playing havoc with my hip, but I just relax and run easy and that helps (going back to how I started this post).
Relax. Enjoy. Run. Be happy.
Sometimes I make life too complicated.