And falls down! Dang speed bump and cobblestone road combined to bring me down. Thankfully, I didn’t break my face or anything else, just got a bit of road rash. I think it might be time for a beer. hah. Falling down, injuring myself or running into other runners is always on my mind when I’m out running or racing. It’s a lot to concentrate on and then to also concentrate on the actual running part of running. I’m just super glad I didn’t smash out my teeth or break my face.
And on tomorrow’s run, I’ll be a bit more careful. I promise.
I haven’t ran in far too long. I feel so outta shape, so unfit, so blah.
I’m ready to get my training started but I’m procrastinating for some reason. It’s too cold, I’m too busy planning this vacation, I’m too exhausted with work. Ugh! Self-sabotaging behavior rearing its ugly ass head.
I just gotta hang on because I know the blahs will pass, especially after I get that first run in and let everything shake out along the trail.
and so it begins! I’m registered for most of my races for 2016, I’m starting with a 5k in February and then a 10 miler, a marathon, a half marathon and finishing with another 10 miler in October…so far. I’ll probably add on a few more, the Hot Chocolate 15k falls on my 41st birthday this year so I’m sure I’ll do that one.
I love running races (even though they are an added cost that I could do without) because I love being in the starting chute with all the other runners, getting ready to go out and give it our best. It’s a camaraderie thing, even when I’m running solo. For the first year or so of my running races, I ran all my races solo. Then I ran my first marathon with a new co worker. Talk about making an instant friend! We have run a few other races together since then, and we are running another marathon this summer, although, I doubt we’ll actually run together since she hauls and I cruise but we’ll cross the start line together and I know she’ll be at the finish line cheering me on!
Either running with friends or solo, races are my motivation to get my ass out there and train and sweat and cry and laugh and do all the things that make me feel great and make me a better person. I’ve always said that running is my therapy and it really truly is. When I’m sad or depressed, I know a run will help. When I’m happy, a run makes me feel even happier. Sometimes, I cry on my runs and other times I laugh and can’t stop smiling. I love letting all the emotions wash over me and flow through my feet onto the pavement. When I’m sad, I picture leaving all that sadness on the pavement with each pounding step and when I’m happy, I am running on air, leaving little happy hearts behind me as I fly down the road.
Listening to this on our little roadtrip, there are some good gems in here, if you have an hour, take a listen.
I just can’t see for crap. Poor peripheral vision means I walk into things, knock over glasses on the table, trip over cracks in the sidewalk or shoes left laying in the hallway, walk into tree branches (bare branches in the fall and winter are the worst!), run into people while walking around my store, on the sidewalk, on the bus, basically anywhere there are people, I’m running into them. Excuse me, I’m sorry, whoops! are words I often say as I stumble my way through my daily routines. People must think I’m either incredibly klutzy or drunk all.the.time. since I don’t look disabled or blind or visually impaired.
The other day, a co-worker learned about my eyes and asked me what I was going to do now. I said simply, what I’ve always done, live my life as I always have, full of stumbles and adventures and love.