I deleted my past entries on another blog about my running. They ticked me off. How snotty, how foolish, how ignorant I was just a few years ago. I couldn't stand to read what I was then, how simple life was and how I was still complaining about... nothing.
Oh, I ran one day? Wow, give me a medal and a crown for that accomplishment!
Seriously... terrible.
I ran 6.5m yesterday, a long, hot run on the coast with Dad. We left way late (730A) and it was boiling by 8A. The lack of shade didn't help. It was at my estimated HM pace of about 12m/m, as it took about 78m (give or take seconds since I'm not doing math this early). I finished stronger than expected, courtesy of Galloway's walk/run intervals. The lats 1.5 miles were about 45/15 (run/walk). I had to discipline myself to stick to it, but it made a difference in that I didn't drop dead when I finished. Dad was about 1.5-2m behind me, not bad for not prepping for it. My best runs are with him. 78m and not a headphone in the ear once. I wouldn't have done as well if I had been obnoxious and listened to music the whole time.
The changes since those original posts have been huge: marriage, baby, life. The most important part of this blog is based on the idea that my son, my life, my joy, my heart, can't walk at his age. He wants to, I know, but he can't. Poor muscle tone or something undefinable, but no one's fault. I left my job in order to take him to therapy and provide round-the-clock care. No cute first steps, no running around. He just started crawling at 13 months, courtesy of the intense therapy. I was devastated to the point of being numb. I needed an outlet.
I had signed up for the Twilight Zone 10m at Disney (which falls on my birthday). I hadn't really trained for it because I really hated running. I had to have music or something in my ears to distract me from the misery of running. I don't feel like explaining that further... just know I was a poser/poseur for years about running.
Then, one day in June, I went out for a 30 min run without headphones. I was at my brink of stress for the day and it was a make/break moment for me. I ran. I focused on my breath. I kept track of my intervals. I admired cute kids. And then the 30 minutes was up.
That was when the runner was born.
In that moment, in that run, I now became strangely aware of why runners run. And just like being in a sorority, "From the outside you could never understand, from the inside you could never explain." I just got it, the pleasure, the release, the therapy, the "sweat equity" I was getting from running. I didn't care if I looked sexy or hot while doing it. I just wanted to run.
And then I ran again that week. And again. And then the next week.
Shortly after I began running again, my cousin committed suicide. It was devastating to say the least, since he was about 4 months older than me and has three beautiful babies. It was particularly hard because I had seen him just a week before and we had made plans as a family to get together in the fall and mused about how lovely the future was now that we had kids and could all vacation together. I think about him a lot on my runs, too.
Galloway is a big hero of mine for his scaleable approach to running. He has some great training plans for the Disney races and I'm following the beginner one for my Twilight Zone Race. I have it laminated on my fridge and have put X's through the runs I've completed. Every run. Every week. Somtimes I'm not exactly MWS or TRS, but I do get at least 3 runs in. I'm doing XT whenever I can sneak away time to bike or swim. I'm really getting into the idea of road biking or doing a sprint tri. I am rejuvenated, reborn. I am an (aspiring) athlete again.
Running in a way has saved my son's life. When I wasn't running, I was miserable, with probably a bad depression lurking just around the corner. I didn't want to live my life like that. I didn't want my son to see me live like that. I wanted to change and that's what I did. After all, I managed to lose close to 50lbs after having him, why not do more?
Most parents take for granted their kid will walk. I don't know when my will, but I want to be ready. I want to be ready to walk with him, then run after him. I don't want to get winded or tell him "Mommy has to sit down, sweetie." I want to be the healthiest parent as possible because I've waited so long to see him run. I want him to know that running is good and beautiful and amazing and all sorts of other wonderful things. But until we can run together, I will run for him.
So, that's why I started over.
Today's my off day after my long run yesterday. I'm going to relax for sure, do some yoga (love Shiva Rea), and some splashing/stretching later in the pool at the in-laws. Also, the excess PVC pipe from my Dad is amazing for rolling exercises. I might add some foam to it for comfort, but wow, rolling is that good.
And in case there's a question one day about why I run in salt water, I have come to respect the old adage that salt water can cure anything be it through sweat, tears, or the sea. How sweet it is indeed.
Until Tuesday's run,