It’s raining, it’s pouring…

In the past 2 weeks, I’ve been fully integrated into my new full time position at work, (Hello, Supervisor 😀 and working nights D: ), packed to move, moved, and made my coworker’s wedding cake.

And then, remember when I said I would be getting back to running just as soon as that crazy week or so passed? 

Well, today was supposed to be the day.

Except, yesterday, I was injured at work. And really, it was just a large, hard plastic storage cube to the face from about 2 feet above me. (Prince Charming said, “IN THE FACE!!”)

The result was 2 hours in the ER, 3 stitches in my upper lip, a tetanus shot and the rest of the day off of work. 

Did I mention I don’t handle the tetanus shot well? 

I know you’re all anxiously awaiting my PR breaking bad ass to get back out there… Stay tuned.





Womp, womp

Work and life are really making it hard for me to get a run in. But I’m still making healthy choices and trying to keep my head clear of negativity while I get myself through this stressful week that looms before me. Afterwards, I’ll be back to bore you all regularly once again 😉

6 months ago… or… why cross training is important

Six months ago, Prince Charming and I  took the heirs to Disney World for a whirlwind vacation. So many things were uncertain in our life and we, as a family, were facing great change. We held tight to faith, had an amazing time, and so far we’re still ok 😉

I began working right after we returned home, and in that time, I’ve managed to lose 17 pounds. While I know this is a running blog, work gets most of the credit for my weight loss to date.

My job is very physical and I give it 100%. I jokingly call it my cross training, but seriously, it’s kind of true.

My weight loss before now has certainly helped me ease back into running and my job directly contributes to my success.

Bending, reaching, walking, and standing for several hours a day have helped strengthen my legs and core. It has greatly improved my running form which gives me easier (HA!) runs and fewer injuries. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurts, but in a very good way.

Another bonus? Today, I slipped on a par of shorts that were way too tight when I wore them on that trip. And when I say slipped them on, that’s what I did. I pulled them up without unbuttoning them. They can barely stay up.

I’m still a long way from my perfect. It’s a constant battle to keep my eating in control and run regularly, but it’s these little victories that remind me to keep going.

I ran outside today!

Big deal, right?

YES! It is!

There was a discussion the other day over on Scoot a Doot about our love (or hate?) of the treadmill. I personally see the treadmill as a security blanket of sorts. It’s always there to meet my needs without me having to put myself on ‘display’ by running in public.

Seeing myself as a runner is a very recent milestone for me and I still have moments of insecurity when I compare myself to the other runners around me.

So, with my laces tight, and my big girl panties snug, I set out to run around the gorgeous lake that sits, literally, in my back yard.

My pace was everywhere! My first .25 was at a 10 minute pace! I kept thinking, ‘Man! Running outside is so much harder, my legs are burning, I’m gasping for air…” *looks down at runkeeper* ‘… OH! Woah! No wonder!!’

So I backed off a bit. I took quick walking breaks when I found myself feeling overwhelmed, and tried not to beat myself up for it.

I can’t complain about my results 2.1 miles in 28:25.

This crazy life

I was all set the other night, to post a thought provoking and inspiring message and celebrate my new PR. ( I like PB, but the oldest heir told me it just made it seem like I was talking about peanut butter.)

Alas, it was then lost in a haze of “damn, I’m tired”, getting ready for bed, and all the other things that overwhelmed me at the moment.

I’m sure I don’t have to list them. We all know what they are.


Today, however, I have a rare quiet moment and wanted to share the oddest thing that has happened to me. I’d come home after a particularly stressful day – I’d been training for over 7 hours and stressing myself out over said training for over 7 hours – and usually, in these kinds of situations, I would immediately turn to food.

Chips, cake, chocolate… anything.

But I didn’t want them – I wanted to run. I wanted to plug in my headphones and chase that euphoria I get when I burn, ache, and maybe match or beat my newest PR.

How weird am I? 😉

BTW, my new PR is a 12:40 mile.