I never thought it was possible, but I did it. I trained while on vacation at the beach. I only got in 3 runs during the week, as opposed to my normal 4, but I was just glad to have … Continue reading
Yesterday morning I went on my last run of 2014. It was an incredible year. I ran my first marathon, first half-marathon, found a new group of local runners that hold me accountable to 5am runs and push me to go further.
This year my husband and I also completed our home restoration that we began in 2013. It is so nice to no longer be living in a construction zone. In addition we gained a new family member, Molly, who is a black Labrador retriever and is such a joy!
The year also brought about many challenges as we learned that my mom had cancer in late May. This experience has humbled us and brought us closer to God, and closer as a family. She is doing exceptionally well as she continues to fight this disease. We believe she will make a full recovery!
As we welcome in 2015, I welcome in new challenges. This evening my husband and I sat down and wrote down our resolutions. Here are a few of mine:
1. Read the bible every day. I’ll be using this app to read the Bible in a year.
2. Lose weight. Sounds pretty general, but this is something that’s a work in progress. To be a better runner I’d like to continue losing. This is one step on the road to better health.
3. Run another marathon. I fully plan on running another marathon in 2015; it’s going to be part of my training for the Dopey Challenge that I’m doing in January 2016.
I feel that these goals are realistic, yet still very challenging. I am so excited to see where this new year will take us, and what the Lord has in store. Next week I will be starting school back up and am looking forward to that challenge. Many of you know that theatre is my passion; this semester our school is starting a theater arts program and I am thrilled to be one of the first students participating in that. Balancing college, running, and married life is always a challenge for me. I am praying that God will help me keep priorities in order and handle my stress in a healthy way.
Before I sign off, I thought I’d share one last resolution. I decided to choose one word to focus on for the year. A theme, so to speak. This year I have chosen joy, and will try to continue to choose joy every day. Only Christ brings true joy. In joy, we are free of all worries or cares. Joy uplifts not only us, but others around us.
So that’s my piece. Here’s to 2015! May God bless your year and bring you great joy.
This last week I’ve had a hard time getting out the door by 5:00 to run. The cold weather is anything but motivating. In fact, last week I only ran once.
Last night I was determined to set myself up for success for this morning’s run. I pre-programmed my coffee pot to start brewing at 4:30, laid my warmest running clothes out, along with my favorite socks and shoes. When my alarm went off this morning I knew I had no excuse. I got up, got dressed, had my coffee and instantly felt like a new person (I might rely on coffee a little too much). I drove to Flo’s house, where we usually start our run, and was greeted by the rest of our group. Seeing them dressed in their running gear, ready to go, always energizes me and gets me in the mood to run. A friend that I run with four days a week gave everyone the cutest, most ingenious Christmas present ever. I had to take a picture of it to remember to make them for friends next year.
Ok, at this point I was glad I got up. I have a great crew that I run with; they inspire me and get me presents. Wait, that’s not the right thing to say, is it?
But really, I do have a great crew. This morning we ran a 5k, which is my least favorite distance to run because I don’t enjoy running fast. I got off to a good start, but had trouble with congestion and ended up falling behind. The same friend that gave out Christmas presents stayed behind with me and helped me finish this morning’s run.
All of this gets me thinking about the season and the love Christ has for us; agape love. Sacrificial love. Typically this time of year I’m so busy thinking about shopping, cooking and making the holiday perfect that I forget the true meaning of Christmas. That we’re to step back and reflect on the love God has for us, so much love that He came down from heaven to save us all. And to do that He made the ultimate sacrifice, to die so that we may live.
Of course, He is alive and today we are called to live sacrificially, as He did. We can do that in our day to day lives. We can do that on our morning runs. We can do that in the toy store, the grocery store, around the fireplace or around the Christmas tree.
Sometimes a bad run can humble you and bring you to the place you need to be spiritually. It certainly did for me. Christmas is more than presenls, candy, stockings and reindeer. It’s Jesus.
I’ve mentioned in previous posts that during my marathon training this time around I have a goal other than to “just finish.” In January I had zero thoughts of a time goal, I just wanted to get through the race in one piece. I took my time and had fun; it was Disney World! It ended up taking me (don’t laugh) 6 hours and 20 minutes. This time around I have a goal in finishing under 6 hours. That sounds impossible considering most people struggle to take just 2-3 minutes off of their marathon times, but at Disney I spent 20 minutes waiting in line for the bathroom several times. My time was slowed way down because I didn’t really know what to expect. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t know if my body could actually do it. This time around I have a better grasp on bathroom breaks, water breaks, nutrition breaks. etc. and find every minute to be valuable.
This week my training is getting serious. I am to the point in my training where I need to start logging approximately 30 miles a week, and I’m almost there.
My training this week will be as follows:
- Monday: 4 Miles
- Tuesday: 5 Miles
- Wednesday: 3 Miles/Cross Train (weights)
- Thursday: 4 miles
- Friday: Rest
- Saturday: 9 Miles
- Sunday: Rest/Cross Train (cycling)
My marathon training last year looked something like this:
- Monday: Rest
- Tuesday: Run 45 minutes- 1 hour
- Wednesday: Rest
- Thursday: Run 45 minutes- 1 hour
- Friday: Rest
- Saturday: Long Run (eventually working up to 20 miles)
- Sunday: Weights
Looking back, I really wasn’t running enough last year. Even now I’m still building up my endurance; I would eventually like to be able to run about 50 miles per week. Little by little I will get there.
This weekend I was really encouraged and inspired by a woman that I run with. She is 71 years old and can outrun just about anyone I know. She’s been running for 40 years and is simply one of the best. She wasn’t naturally a great runner, she worked hard to become one. It’s very humbling to run with a 71 year old woman (when I myself am not yet 25) and have her smoke you. It’s not just humbling, it’s incredibly inspiring. And with that a thought hit me, “I am young. I am capable. I can push myself harder and I can be great.”
With proper nutrition and dedicated training, I know I will become better. My 71 year old running partner gave me some wisdom this morning: “It’s not the pounds that get heavier, it’s the years.” I have a few more good years in me, and I’m going to put them to good use. I want to wake up at 71 years old and be able to outlast a bunch of 20-some year old runners myself.
Saturday mornings I wake up at 4:30am and prepare for my long run that I usually do with a couple friends. This morning I woke and was flooded with anxiety and doubt.
I began noticing every tiny ache or pain and thinking of how I could use it as an excuse to cut my run short. I had every intention of only running 4 miles today, blaming a pain in my ankle. It was 4:30 in the morning, I was tired, I ate pizza yesterday which is COMPLETELY out of my healthy eating plan, and last week I really struggled with the route that I would again be running today because it is full of steep hills. I was allowing myself to be beaten down by the enemy.
I got around, hydrated, ate a small pre-run meal and put on my running clothes. I grabbed my socks and shoes and started to lace them up and thought “just suck it up and do it. You have no real excuse. You’re not injured, you’re intimidated.” So I got in the car to drive to the starting point of my route and began to pray. I asked for the strength, the endurance, and the confidence to be able to complete this run.
“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31
Christ gives us strength, He knows what it means to endure. A run is nothing compared to the pain He endured while on earth. But He promised to give us strength, and in that moment I decided to rely on Him to get me through this.
I think many will agree that the biggest challenge in running is the mental aspect of it. We often have the physical strength to actually run, but mentally we are weak. It takes an incredible amount of mental discipline to run a marathon; to tell yourself that you’ll be OK, to just keep going even though it hurts. This is why running brings me closer to God. I don’t have the discipline, the focus, the confidence or the mental strength to run on my own. But every time I call on Him, God provides.
After a moment of quiet prayer in the car I was at peace and I was ready. I pulled up to our starting point, said hello to my friends and we were on our way. As I said, this route is tough for me because it is full of steep hills, and I typically don’t run hills very often. Every other Saturday I have fallen behind my group and had to stop and walk to try and get the cramps out of my side after hauling up those hills.
Today was different. My body felt strong, even comfortable, the entire time. Even the largest hill that I dread the entire way didn’t slow me a bit. I ran up it without even being winded. “Wow!” I thought, “Are we running slower than last week?” No, our pace was actually 20 seconds faster than last week’s. And this time I didn’t get left behind.
So why was I struggling with so much fear? Because today my fullest potential was going to be unlocked, and the devil didn’t want to see that happen. My friend Hannah shared this last night and it couldn’t be more perfect:
“Keep your head up. Don’t look back. The pain is momentary. The finish is worth it. We run because our God is good.”
This summer marks one full year that I’ve been running. That’s so short compared to so many of my avid runner friends, but what a milestone it is for me. For years I tried to be a runner but could not run for more than 1 minute at a time. I tried the Couch to 5k plan countless times but just never followed through with it. I had convinced myself I would never be able to run for 30 minutes straight, so I never got past week 1 of C25k. I would finish week one, then repeat it the next week, then stop for a week, then get discouraged and just quit.
Looking back on the old me I think “what the heck?!” What was wrong with me? I had created a mental block and could not get past it. I was healthy, capable, a perfect contender. I just didn’t want to put in the effort. It wasn’t until one day when I realized that I had Christ strengthening me. If I had God as my helper, what is there that I possibly could not achieve? So I said I would run a marathon. I signed up for one having never completed a race in my life, and I started training. And I did it.
And I’m going to do it again. I just signed up for my second full marathon that I plan to run in February of 2015. Hopefully with a year of running and several races under my belt I will be able to improve my time a bit. I know what to expect this time around, what I need and don’t need (large hydration pack that got tossed at the WDWM at mile 20 was a lesson learned) and have become comfortable peeing in bushes…that’s already saving several minutes! Last year I had one goal: don’t die. This year I would like to put a little more “umph” into my training and set a time goal. Nothing too intense, but something to aim for other than just finishing it. Now that this blog exists I plan to record all of my training on here. It will be fun to post pictures, times, and watch progress unfold. It’s easy to forget how far I’ve come.
I am just in awe of the way God has carefully constructed our bodies and what they are able to do. I feel so blessed to be able to go out and run. I hope some of you will follow along this journey with me.
Sometimes after a big race it’s hard to get back in the swing of training. This has been me for the last two months. I’ve been stuck running 3-4 miles 3x a week and not pushing myself to go any further. After the marathon, I experienced a sort of runner’s depression. I’m a newbie, it was my first big race and I wasn’t sure how to get back into the swing of training after completing such a big goal of mine. My body was tired, and my head wasn’t in the game.
Yesterday I watched a documentary on the Badwater Ultramarathon, and of course it flipped that little switch in the back of my mind that made me crave more (not that that is something I’ll be attempting any time soon). I realized that to keep on trucking I need to continue to sign up for races. Races make me train, they give me a goal. I’m still waiting for the day when I’ll wake up and go run 25 miles just for the sake of running, but sadly that day hasn’t arrived yet.
Next up on my list is the Williams Lake 10k Trail Challenge next month. This will be a fun race and my first ever trail run which I am SO looking forward to!
Just have to keep moving. Complacency is no state to live in. Bigger challenges stretch my faith, I want to rely on Him more.
This moment changed my life. This picture was taken after I completed my first full marathon this past January with my mother in law. This was my first race I had ever run…I hadn’t even competed in a 5k! (Probably not advisable, but I enjoyed myself). I still remember the moment I decided to do it. I was on a treadmill at the gym struggling to run for 30 seconds at a time. I thought…if there are athletes who run marathons relying solely on their own willpower, surely I can complete one if I rely on Jesus. For 9 months I trained hard, praying daily that I could run just a little bit further than the day before.
Christ held my hand through that race. Yes, it took me 6 hours to finish it…but I FINISHED IT! I ran 26.2 miles and I truly loved every step.
Today the scale didn’t reflect the progress that I wanted it to. It’s a day that I feel like drinking coffee for hours while snuggling up with a book while the rain beats down on my window. But I saw this picture and was reminded, while this was one of the biggest accomplishments I’ve ever achieved, it was just the beginning. This picture marks a turning point in my life. I must press on, because Christ is with me, holding my hand, ready to take me on the next journey. The work hurts, but it makes me strong. Sometimes I’m tired, but He gives strength to the weary.
I have a half marathon to run in November, and am planning on another full next January. Those are great goals, but today isn’t about those goals. Today is about realizing that it isn’t about race day. It’s about every day that leads up to that starting line. It’s about the small, daily decisions that at the time seem insignificant but in the long run determine who is successful and who is still stuck in a pit. Today I choose to look forward, to press on, to get off this couch, shut my coffee pot off, praise God for another day and work hard.
Those are my thoughts, and now I gotta run!