Running Update

I was looking forward to my Saturday morning run with the group this past weekend because 1) we were starting at 6:30 (usually people like to start 7:30) and 2) I was going for 8 miles. I even asked ahead of time to do the 6 first and 2 afterwards in case I collapse and I’m close to the car.

Then everything came to a screeching halt when D said he needed to leave the house no later than 5:30 AM for a tennis tournament.  I know I’m getting addicted to running when I felt SO. BUMMED. OUT. Seriously, I was bummed. Even D felt bad for me.

Then I was more bummed because everyone, seriously, EVERYONE was running on Saturday and not a single person was running Sunday. Usually, there’ someone always running on either days.  There was no way I would be able to do 8 miles on my own. I haven’t even run 6 miles by myself!

So when I started out yesterday morning, I was going for 7 miles, may be a little over if I could.  Guess what?  8.4 miles baby!  Solo no less.  Sure, it was an accidental 8 miles, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I did it all by myself.

So about that accidental 8.4 miles… I really need to get that GPS watch. My iPod Nike+ is just so inaccurate. It was telling me, as I was approaching home, that I was at 7+ miles so I pushed myself to do another block loop to get me to 7.5 miles. I was so feeling super tired that another 1/2 mile just was impossible.  It wasn’t until much later when I mapped my route that I found out I did 8.4! That’s a HUGE difference. I didn’t even have to do the extra loop!

Of course I’m paying for it this morning… I feel achy and stiff, but I was too tired to wake up and do a recovery run.  I’ll have to do something when I get home, a couple of miles of the treadmill or a yoga stretch or something.

One last thing: I ran my fastest pace so far. You know why? The path I took was so isolated that I ran fast for fear. It was woodsy and there was not a single soul to be seen. So even though there was daylight, I didn’t feel safe.  I won’t do that route alone again. It’s not enjoyable when you’re turning around and scanning constantly for danger signs.  Granted I live in a pretty safe suburban area, but all it takes is that one time, one bad person… so I hope everyone practices safe running habits!

Running and Drinking the Kool Aid

In February, I started running again after a few years break, but it was such a stop and go between not being motivated, it being a lot harder after 40, and the whole Peanut related “stuff” and more “stuff”.  It took me until about end of June to really get serious.  Okay, not serious because that makes me sound like a running buff.  Get more consistent in my running schedule.  Even so, each run was a struggle and not particularly enjoyable.

So I did something I’m proud of; something that’s a little outside my comfort zone.  I hooked up with a running group.  The group is part of a larger organization called Moms RUN This Town (MRTT).  I had signed up for their Facebook group months ago and I had been lurking, feeling intimidated.  The ladies who are active in the group all seem to be these super athletes. They would talk about group runs at a local park and doing double-digit miles!  They talked about their upcoming 1/2 to full marathon races!  I was just at 4.5 miles mark… struggling.

I overcame my natural shyness and put out a post. “I can only run about 4 miles. Is there a way to join the group run?”  They said yes, saying that they did a 2 mile loop first that I could join and leave.  So I did it and after 4 weeks of running with them and gaining desire to run the 6 mile loop with them, I did it. I did 6 miles!  The following week, I did 6 miles again!  And guess what?!  I said something I thought I would never say.

May be I can run a 1/2 marathon… What’s 6 more miles?

Is anyone else laughing with me? Seriously, at the beginning of August, I was in the “Jeez, it would be nice if I could run 6 miles with them, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get there,” to “What’s 6 more miles?”.  And folks, that’s what my running buddies call “drinking the Kool Aid”.  I drank only 1/2 because a full glass would have me aiming for a marathon and that’s a whole different ball game.

Anyway, I’m at 7.5 miles currently and looking for a 1/2 to run in the spring or fall.  I’m giving myself the fall option because once the really cold weather hits, plus snow and ice, I don’t know what kind of running I’ll do.

On that note, I’ve surprised myself again and I reached out to an acquaintance who lives near by and runs.  Again, I was a little intimidated because she runs like 7 min/mi pace and I’m more like 10 min/mi.  But she was really open and welcoming and I got myself a local weekday early morning running group.  It was getting spooky out there, running by myself, with just the moon, the stars and a few random cars for company.

I’m feeling really good about myself currently. The best I’ve been feeling since 3 years ago.  The spring months were so tough with Peanut’s issues and I had start sliding down that slippery slope of depression. It’s such a relief knowing that I’ve, not only halted the process myself, but that I’ve actually put myself in a better place.  So, here’s to drinking some Kool Aid!

Reunion with BFF and Family

I have a BFF from college and the last time I saw her was at my wedding. 14 years ago.  We were both young, in our 20’s, childless and relatively carefree.  Then all these major life changes started happening and…

Still not seeing one’s BFF for 14 years sounds kind of sad and pathetic, doesn’t it?  There were legitimate reasons… she’s a doctor and she was in throes of residency.  Then she had a baby. I had a baby. She had another baby.  There were job changes and house moves. There was a this huge span of time when I was trying to have a second baby.  She had a third baby.  I finally got my Peanut.  There were school schedules and different vacations times.

Years just kept piling on and one day I realize that I really, really, really missed her and I was still having a hard time reconciling my last image of her, in her 20’s without any children, let alone three, without gray hair or wrinkles or other changes that comes with having kids and you know being 40 versus 20-something and I’m pretty sure she felt the same and we decided we needed to meet.

And it happened.


Yeah we’re older and we’re moms and we haven’t seen each other in 14 years, but it was like we had seen each other over the years.


May be because we talk so often and so much about our respective lives. I thought it would be awkward or weird and it wasn’t. The kids had about 15 minutes of awkwardness and then…


Our girls became such buddies.




Peanut loved having older “brothers” to play with, who also took such good care of her.



Peanut looooved Miss “A”.


I’m in this one but Peanut went down a few times with just Miss “A”.


I didn’t take nearly enough photos, but there were many instances where the kids played together as if they had known each other their whole lives. It was so sweet and a little bittersweet to watch since we don’t know when we will all see each other again.

But I’m hopeful that it won’t be 14 years next time.