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About 3 months ago I came home to find that the gardeners had completely and totally pruned back my rose still flowering rose bushes.

<sad face>

It was around that same time that I really started scaling back my running and trying to get my SI joint in place, get my hammy shaped up, etc.  I felt like a loser on the Bachelor because I wasn’t getting in any good, long runs nor the final rose.

But alas, the other day hope started springing anew.


Ironically I found this on my way home from my first “long for me” run in a while.

Can't find a better place to long run...

Can’t find a better place to long run…the bottom of that hill gives you about 2 miles of flat sandy shore

My goal:  10 slow miles

Given that I’m still recovering I chose, a nice flat (only 265 feet of incline over 10 miles) and soft surfaced place to run.  I did a majority of the running on packed sand which meant a lot of laps up and down the beach (about 4 loops) hugging the full moon induced exceptionally high tide while dodging the leisurely beach strollers.

Hammy pain – nil
Exhaustion – nil

Despite feeling like I could run for 14 miles, after 8.5 miles I just started feeling a little tight in the legs, so I decided to call it a day and not push it too far

The Results:  9 miles with a nice leisurely 2 mile stroll on the beach- 1 mile in the icy cold Pacific whirlpool to recover.

IMG_5848In the ol’ recovery log, the speed at short distances had been picking up nicely (not 100% recovered, but about 80%) and to get a long run in under my belt made me feel pretty relieved, and quite frankly, a little more human.  I’ve had my eye on getting a half in the last weekend in March, so we shall see how that progresses.

Does it feel like spring is 6 weeks or 6 months away for you?

What’s your favorite place to run these days?


True Confession Thursday: Day Late and a Dollar Short

The other night Strawberry laid in bed tearfully lamenting that *gasp* his plans for the day didn’t come to fruition.

For what it's worth, this kid has been a worrier  since infancy.  He literally was asking "Why is the baby crying?  He's ruining the picture?" here.

For what it’s worth, this kid has been a worrier since infancy. He literally was asking “Why is the baby crying? He’s messing up the picture?” here.

Well my copper topped, bundle of love – life happens and most of the time our well-laid plans just go to the crapper.  Bummer of a lesson to learn at *almost* 9 (his words).

But alas, this is the story of this week.  On Tuesday, I found 20 spare minutes in my evening. TWENTY GLORIOUS MINUTES.  Before anything could change I grabbed my workout clothes and was slipping on my shoes on to work out on my fabulous new slide board while the kids were happily building (actually what were they building???) nearby so we could all talk and hang out together.  Then a stray dog walked into the garage.

45 minutes later we found his owners and my window was lost…

The other day it took 3 different attempts to run 4 miles.

Yes, 3 attempts for 4 miles.

And the entire time I felt guilty.  Why?  Because I remember reading some article in a running magazine years ago telling me that any run under 30 minutes is basically a waste of time.  Sure, it might not be the most effective workout when training for a marathon, but somehow I internalized it that runs under 30 minutes were pointless.

That article, or the fact that my Twitter, Instagram and Bloglovin feeds are full of people running approximately 10,326.5 miles every other day (bless you who can do this, but it’s clouding my judgement in my reality).

got-guilt.jpg w=584I’m kind of ashamed of myself that I’ve held onto this stupid rule/mindset for so long.

“Oh I only have 25 minutes – not worth it to run...”

Oh man – that was only 22 minutes and I have so much to do, that was a waste of a run…”

Who am I and why am I letting some stupid running magazine article tell me which workouts are good and which ones aren’t?

For what it’s worth, my very broken up 4, pithy 4-mile run that spanning 4 hours was exactly what I needed.  I finally tested my speed without breaking my legs, I got little mental breaks from some things that were draining and I still squeezed in a game of football at the park with the boys before the sun set.

What silly rules have you ever gotten hung up on?

Give me your best “squeezing it in” advice….I need it!