On Feeble Attempts

Bike – 6 miles
Run 3.5 miles
Adventure Run Strides

I made a vlog yesterday.

It wasn’t pretty.  In fact, minus my adorable kids it was kinda boring for the first 2 minutes so I killed it.  We’ll try again next week.

One of the parts is when I discuss one of my goals for 2012:  Build a local running network.

I’m not going to lie, this one petrifies me.  I think this goal was harder for me to achieve than training for and running my first full marathon.


Snapshot of me ranting and raving about not wanting to go to the adventure run. Fun times.

Why building my running network?  Because the running community rocks.  It’s an amazing group of people and quite honestly I need people to challenge my running goals and provide insight sometimes instead of questioning my sanity like my non-running, non-athletic friends.

So I went to my 2nd Laguna Hills Road Runner Adventure Run.  Honestly, such good times.  But still, going in knowing NO ONE is scary. 

When out making new friends, be sure to wear clothes that explain your gross condition.

For the second month in a row, I found a group of people to run with and even saw some from the month before.  It was a fabulous time.  Great runs, good camaraderie, lots of laughs, free stuff, and yes, the ever important free beer at the end.

This time I stuck around for the “after party” at Woody’s and grabbed some dinner.  And met some local runners.

I’m still not at the “have some friends to call for a long run” or “let’s train for a race together” but I’m working on it.  And hey, that’s progress.

The end of the day left me with one very important question for everyone:

If you bike, run, drink 2 beers then bike again does it still count as a brick workout?


Check ‘Er Out

Remember way back when I said my mom was training for her first 5k since I was in high school?

Well she did it this morning folks, and I’m so stinking proud.

A few reasons….

A- She reached beat her goal time by 10 seconds

Run, Honey, Run!

B- She came in 10th of 24 in her age group

Is that the look of victory or what?!

C- She did this in her minimalist shoes 🙂

She said it best, “These shoes were made for running!”

Honey (my kids call her that!), we’re so stinkin’ proud of you.  And I’m even a *little* *lot* jealous you got to spend your Saturday morning running.

Today is a big race day for  people I know and bloggers I read (that’s you Sarah).  And whether it’s a a marathon, 5k or even jogging to the end of the street/park (yes, I’m talking to you) – each step counts, each goal reached matters.  I love hearing the stories, I love seeing the sweat, tears and ice put into each goal.  Keep ’em coming folks.

And on that note, rock on Honey, rock on!  Stay tuned…this woman’s got more goals and I’ll tell you about ’em in the next few days.

Adopting a New Attitude

Have you seen my mojo?

Yesterday’s run was so hard.  I wasn’t surprised.  After a big race I always seem to lose my mojo.

I didn’t want to go.  It was about 83 degrees.  There was a big headwind.  I was tired.

I made it 1.5 miles of a moderate run and did about 1.5 mile of 400 meter sprints with 400 meter jogs.  I meant to go up to 5 miles with the sprints, but suddenly my body started screaming at me and I was mentally halted by the word “RECOVERY” running through my mind.

Precious card from Chocolate!

I’m pretty Type A…and learning to let go and slow down is hard difficult near impossible for me.  As I finished my run I was thinking of the other times  when I’ve had to learn to let go.  My mind wandered to a card Chocolate gave me for my birthday.

Inside it read:
Before I knew anything else, I knew how it felt to be loved.  Thanks, Mom

It reminded me of arguably one of the other hard times when I lost my mojo.  You see, I had brought two new babies home from the hospital before him.  I remembered the sleepless nights, the cracked (not chaffed!) nipples, the c-section recovery, stitches, pain, etc.  New parenthood is not for the weak of heart.

But let me tell you…bringing home an adopted child is like nothing else.  That innate need to be needed that my previous two children had wasn’t there.  I stared into the beautiful, broken eyes of a 2-year old boy who didn’t know how to need yet.  He didn’t know how to trust yet.

Whereas the card he gave me said the first thing he knew was to be loved, he doesn’t remember that the first things he knew were pain, brokenness, hunger, abandonment and a host of other really awful things.  And it was my job to introduce him to this big scary world and show it him that I was safe.

He would do this thing where he would zone out.  He’d get lost.  I’m sure it was his brain being overwhelmed.  At first, it happened every 20-30 minutes, then slowly morphed to once an hour, then once a day, then every few days.  Hugs went from zombi-esque to soft and natural.  I could tickle my little boy.  Forced giggles turned to lit up eyes.

One of our first pictures together

Getting from point A to point B took everything out of me.  I always had high standards for my first two boys, but this was different.  Patience, grace, and unrelenting abundant love had to flow out of me even when I was rejected, hurt and my tank was totally empty.

Sure, I might have been sleeping more per night than with my other two, but the constant need for me to change my standards, clear my expectations grated at me most minutes of most days.  Sometimes I had to learn to dig down deep to persevere and other days, realize my mojo was on vacation.

What does this have to do with running you ask?


Sticking since February.

You see in February I wrote these two goals down.  Finish the Illinois Marathon (I amended it to BQ, but it wasn’t a hard set goal, just a pipe dream) and then to place in the Laguna Hills Half.

This was ambitious.  I was going to likely have to shave about 3 minutes off my half PR (doable I figured from my marathon training) and was pushing the recovery boundaries with the races just 4 weeks apart.

So here I am…trying to figure out how I find my recovery, assessing when to dig down deep and when to just adjust my expectations.   The former of which I typically do and the latter, notsowell.  All the while, my mojo seems to be a month ahead of schedule on the vacation I have planned for June.

What do you do when you lose your mojo?