24th of July 5K

It was a perfect day to start racing again. Now when I say 'racing' I'm actually not trying to beat anyone or break any Charleston Town 5k records. But I won't deny that you run a titch faster when you come up behind someone who seems to be going your pace. Just enough to pass them and make sure they don't catch you again. I guess in that sense I was racing. Kind of. It does kind of hurt when the guy pushing the double stroller with toddlers in it passes you.

The best part was racing with my super fast sister! I think I probably would have averaged a 20 minute mile if she didn't run with me. 60 minutes to run 3.1 miles? The free pancake breakfast would have been all gone if I actually did that! So I'm glad she ran with me. Not only to make sure I got pancakes, but she is, well, amazing. For a lot of reasons. We averaged about 9 minute miles and finished just over 27 minutes.

The other best parts are the people who show up to these events. The guy in the hot pink tank top who decided to full out sprint at the starting line. Then later took a couple of minutes to sit on the side of the road and rest. Then sprinted again. Then stood under the spray of an irrigation sprinkler and tried to catch water in his mouth. Then coming in the finish line like he was going to die if he ran another yard. I'm glad he wore the hot pink tank top. Otherwise I might have missed ALL of his shenanigans.

So yippee for holiday races. Yippee for getting this part of my life back. Yippee for my husband holding the fort down all by his handsome self for two hours. Yipppee!

Five Kilometers

Race time baby. I did it. I signed up for a race in two weeks.

Five kilometers or 3.1 miles. I wonder if race organizers in Canada and Europe and shoot, EVERYWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD use miles when they race. Like, Sign up for the Fun Run 3.1 miler! This weekend in Devonshire!

Right. So July 24th, I'm pinning a number on and aiming for a 9 minute mile. (No snickering.)

Wish me luck!

Or cheers.

Help

Must find motivation!  Must find time!  

Must sleep.  Love you babies.  All of you.  But mommy is excited when bedtime is at 7pm and morning is 12 hours later.  

Also, since I am posting about not running, I'm highly envious of all runners who will be scampering the back of Wasatch Mountains in a few weeks for Ragnar.  

Highly envious.  

I'll Take It

Exhausted?  Yes.  Limited time?  Of course.

But.  But, but, but.  I need you Senor Running!

So that 30 minutes 2.87 miles past my house will do for now.  

Breathe in.  Breathe out.  That's what I do when we are together, naturally.  Because my life now - well - sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe period.  

See you again on Wednesday!  

So Good To See You Again

It's been a long time, hasn't it? It was kind of awkward meeting you today. That familiar awkwardness that comes from meeting an old flame. It took me a few minutes to feel that rhythm we used to have. We haven't seen each other in so long. I can't even remember the last time. You understand why I stayed away don't you? The not feeling well. The reason - rather reasons - I didn't feel well. The giant stomach that grew three tiny things. All legitimate reasons. But it doesn't mean I didn't miss you. It doesn't mean I didn't think about you. I even dreamed about you once. That's right. It was like we were back at Ragnar, the week before I had to give you up for a while. I was lacing up my shoes. Tying back my hair. Just about to stretch a little... Then I woke up. I was large and swollen and hungry. Not a runner, but pregnant.

But today wasn't a dream! You were real. You made my heart beat faster. You made my blood move. I love how you make my blood move. I forgot how addicted I was to you and that feeling.

I missed you running. But I'm glad we found each other again. I'll try not to stay away so long next time. We belong together.