Keep on, keeping on, right? When life gets difficult, running grounds me. It reminds me of who I am. It brings to surface my beliefs, my strengths, my priorities, my health. I feel grounded out on the road. The static in my brain gets sifted down through my body while love and peace and hope stay central and become more clear. Running also reminds me that my body is a machine that needs fuel and care like chicken avocado wraps and hot showers. Emotions tend to take over and make us forget the basics, and my growling stomach and sweaty hairline bring the basics back in a hurry.
So here’s how last week went down in regards to mileage:
Monday: A treadmill run while Callum napped. I did 10 miles at an average 8 min/mile pace just to shake out the legs a bit.
Tuesday: I did the same workout as last week’s. 10 miles on the treadmill like this (with a warm up and cool down):
hard (8.5 mph) for 8 minutes
med-hard (7.5 mph) for 4 min
8.5 mph for 6 min
7.5 mph for 3 min
8.5 mph for 4 min
7.5 for 2 min
8.5 for 2 min
7.5 for 1 min
8.5 for 1 min
Wednesday: Slow 10 miler at around 8:15/min mile pace just to give my legs a rest from yesterday’s speed work.
Saturday: A contemplative 10 mile run outside just as the sun was setting. Beautiful time to reflect. My moving meditation.
Sunday: Our babysitter came over to play with Callum so I could get a longer run in. I meant to do 20 miles but I had a bit of a breakdown out there and only squeezed in 16. Crying is embarrassing in public, but much more satisfying than in private. I like reminding people to cry. We need to do it more often and just be open about it. Strong people cry well.
So, 76 miles for the week. It’s not an even number, so my medication must be on point. Ha ha! Sigh…
I don’t have any photos so I’ll throw a random one in here for you of my sweet Katie when she was about 5 or 6 years old. She barely still fit into the running stroller but I’d cram her in there if I promised to stop a few times to pick flowers.
I wish that outfit came in my size.
Do you guys run more or less when you’re stressed?
Did any one of you own Crocs? Don’t lie. I have super senses and can feel lies.
I think I may have, although I feel like I’m blocking it out a bit. I’ll keep blocking.