I woke up at 5:30 am after working half a night shift and headed to a local 5k trail race that was starting at 8. I woke up at 5:30 not because I planned to (my alarm was set for 7) but because I was too excited to get out and run. I had decided just the day before that I was going to run it, with only a small handful of runs and hikes under my belt since the birth of my daughter just over a year ago. I have a very small amount of baby fat left but I still feel, well, lumpy. Not the toned athlete I was two years ago. Still, I was determined.
So after a leisurely breakfast I kissed the sleepy-eyed cowboy and headed downtown. A friend of ours had just gotten back from a vacation to Hawaii and brought us back a small bag of chocolate espresso covered macadamia nuts called "Donkey Balls". I popped one in my mouth and declared it my pre-race fuel.
The race was just a small local run, not a lot of turn out which was fine by me. The less eyes on my crappy performance the better but gosh darnnit I was going to run this thing, even if I had to walk it.
Well, I ran it and I ran it well....for being my first major "run" since baby. My goal was sub 30 and I accomplished that. I had no further expectations of myself beyond the sub 30 until I got to the start line. There was one individual who presented themselves quite a bit on the arrogant side and at that moment I wanted to beat that person. Badly. They took off fast but fizzled right away. It was all I could do not to smack that person on the ass as I ran by. I didn't. I held myself together, but it was hard. Real hard.
I came in 5th overall and 1st in my age group. Before you get all excited, don't. I only had to beat like one or two other people and the entire race only held something like 20-25 people. It wasn't grand but I am damn proud of myself for running that race and not being forced to walk it.
The embarrassing point....that race nearly crippled me the next day. I was doing fine until I had to walk down the basement stairs. Hello hammies!!!!! It was a "good pain" though and let me know I was back. My body was feeling it and it felt soooo good. I met a neighbor who wants to run with me and I've already committed to another trail 5K less than a month away.
In other wonderful news, Cowboy and I are starting on baby #2. I start my meds this week for another round of fun times. I'm not going to write too much about it and I might be MIA for a bit but hopefully something absolutely beautiful will be in process. Please pray for us, we need all the help we can get down this rocky road.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
I thought I'd never ever ever in my entire life ever feel this way. Growing up in an athletic family, loving to be fit and strong, and always striving to challenge myself, I think I have finally found my match. She's a sub-20 pounder with soft blonde curls and striking blue eyes like her daddy. Yes, my daughter has sucked the living love of exercise out of me. At least temporarily. I crave, and I mean CRAVE to go running my trails again. Those lovely dreamy dirty mountainous trails. Every fiber of my soul craves this. Then my body goes limp and I glance longingly at the quilt on my bed and wish to be tucked under it sleeping. I have no energy beyond taking care of this little bear who demands my attention 24/7 and I absolutely love to give it. We read stories, giggle, play with sensory toys, go on outings to the grocery store, the park, and library and anywhere else she can people watch and interact. We hike (she loves her backpack) and when the sidewalks weren't buried under several feet of snow, we would jog or go for a bike ride towing her Burley D'Lite. With the weather so crazy lately and the buzzing of activity of our latest endeavor (we're buying a house and land in another area of colorado) I have no other time to devote to my fitness. It sucks but I know it is temporary. Pretty soon we'll have our lives resettled and be able to start building up our very own homestead with chickens and maybe even goats and/or a pig or future horse! With the amount of land we will have we have already discussed getting a playmate and fellow protector for our pup. We're leaning towards another GSD or even a Great Dane. There are coyotes, fox (saw tons of fox dens), pronghorns, deer, elk, bear, and mountain lions in our neck of the woods. A second dog will be a must. There's also a deer blind already on our property. Mmmmm venison and elk. Being a mama to L-Bug has been a never ending ultra-marathon, but I'm loving every moment of it. Ok, some more than others. I could do without yesterday's self-discovery of tossing her finger foods over the side of her highchair onto the floor repeatedly. Watching each one drop with a splat (to the dog's wide-eyed amazement) then picking up another parcel, leaning over the high chair, and splatting that one on the floor too. When told a stern, "NO, food is for eating not dropping on the floor" she looks up at me (all doe eyed and stinkin' adorable) and redirects her food from hanging over the edge of her tray to her mouth with a look that says, "I don't know what you are talking about, I'm eating my food mama." Booger. Quite frankly, I'm excited to have a second one and I surely pray that is possible. Hopefully it won't be another 4 months until I blog again my friends....cheers to a brand new start at life. Country living here I come!!!! Ahhh no city noise, stars so bright and clear, no smog, no rush hour traffic, no worries.