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Mileage Monday

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.

Thursday: The kids had no school on Thursday and Friday. I got this run done in the early morning and it was freeeeezing. Ten miles into the rising sun and blustery wind. I bought these gloves from Costco that work like a charm. They’re the only gloves I’ve ever worn that actually keep my fingers warm!
Friday: Pro D days last forever. I swear that a regular 24 hour day feels like 24 weeks when the kids are home from school. Although, I happen to have one or two golden children who babysit for me while I act selfish. Katie watched Callum for me while I ran on the treadmill. Love that kid. Callum isn’t too bad either.

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.

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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.

 

 

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  • Lisa @ Running Out Of Wine November 30, 2015, 2:31 am

    I think I run more when I am stressed. It definitely helps me to relax and also seems like the most time efficient workout to fit in when I get busy. I’ve also cried while running and its strangely satisfying but does make it kind of hard to breathe.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 9:57 am

      Yeah, crying while running is a bit like patting the head and rubbing the belly. Breathing takes a backseat.

  • Susie @ SuzLyfe November 30, 2015, 4:03 am

    I own crocs and I love them. I got them in high school for use at horse shows (when we aren’t in our tall boots yet) and now they are my recovery shoes for long runs.
    I think you need some Life Crocs. Hope everything is ok–let me know if I can help, k?

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 9:56 am

      LOL Life crocs!!! Brilliant. Yes please.

  • Megan @ Meg Go Run November 30, 2015, 4:22 am

    No I have never worn crocs! My mom wears them and I have harped on her for it haha.

    I used to struggle with exercise addiction. I was up to two hours of cardio per day. It took a lot of work to get over it so I try very hard to stick to a sensible schedule of running, lifting, and rest- even if I am stressed. Now I am not perfect. I’ve done a little too much, but not for days and days on end like I used to. And even if I run a little more than I should on a given day or week, if it’s for my mental health, then there is a purpose to those miles!

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 9:55 am

      I always read those articles on exercise addiction and assume I’m one of them. Then I analyze it, get all paranoid, go see a counselor, doctors, and tell them my self-diagnosis and then they end up talking me off the ledge. I figure that if I ever have an imbalance, that somebody or something will let me know somehow. If running starts taking the place of basic needs and relationships, then WHOA that’s a problem. I guess it’s like that with anything. We can get addicted to the weirdest shit if we really need to be distracted.

      • Megan @ Meg Go Run November 30, 2015, 12:49 pm

        I know! And of course there are way worse things to be addicted to than exercise! But with any addiction, it was all consuming to me and I was so afraid if I didn’t workout for two hours on the DOT I would get fat. How ridiculous. No one diagnosed me but I knew I was messed up.

        • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 7:39 pm

          Not a whole lot of people are as self aware. You’ve got a good thing going on.

  • Laura @ This Runner's Recipes November 30, 2015, 5:45 am

    I hope you’re doing ok – sending you hugs!
    I’ve cried before when I ran, because running is such a stress relief and emotional release for me. It keeps me moving forward during rough times also, exactly how you described it.
    I definitely owned crocs in high school. My high school had uniforms and lots of people wore crocs on non-uniform days, because you lose any concern about fashion at an all-girls school.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 9:52 am

      I wore uniforms in high school too but Crocs didn’t come out until I was in my 20s. Which is good, because I committed enough fashion crimes in my teenage years to last a lifetime.

  • Maddie @ Dixie Runs November 30, 2015, 7:33 am

    Hope everything is okay! I actually find it harder to motivate myself to run when I’m stressed. Even though I know it will help, bringing myself to do it is the hardest part. No Crocs, NEVER. Funny story… this guy was wearing crocs during the Richmond Marathon. I passed him (I couldn’t possibly let the croc guy beat me) early on so I’m not sure how that worked out for him.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 9:51 am

      I’ve actually heard a few stories of people running marathons in Crocs. Atrocious! But hey, if it works for them, I don’t judge.

  • Heather@hungryforbalance November 30, 2015, 10:01 am

    I love Katie’s outfit too! Those pink crocs are adorable on her. I’ve never owned any, but they look like they’d be super comfy.
    I’m sorry about the public breakdown. I hope you’re okay, and please know that you have so many people who love you and are sending you hugs right now.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 10:12 am

      Katie always wears the wildest outfits. She’s got a strong personality and gets very opinionated about fashion! Before the crocs she was obsessed with rubber boots. Now it’s her pink Nike Frees. She’s a free spirit, that one.

  • Meghan@CleanEatsFastFeetsq November 30, 2015, 4:18 pm

    I refuse to buy a pair of Crocs. They are an appalling excuse for fashionable footwear and belong solely in the garden or on the feet of small children. These are the only acceptable ways to wear Crocs.

    I threw rolls of toilet paper at the wall to vent when exercise wasn’t an option. I also scream as loud and as hard as I possibly can for as long as I possibly can. It’s quite scary actually for anyone listening, but I always feel better afterwards.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 30, 2015, 7:38 pm

      I remember your toilet paper story. Jason and I used to throw balled up socks at each other and it gets out the angst without the marks. I like your style.

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