I’ve been in training for a half-marathon. Here’s the post I shared on my running blog…

Challenge.

There was a BIG festival in town over the weekend.  Saturday morning at the festival they hold all sorts of races.  5-mile run.  3-mile walk.  2-mile run.  And kids races.  (I had been actually hoping to run the 5-mile race.  However, my absence from training made me think that I need to get back to training before I attempt that!)

Brian ran the 2-mile race kind of on a whim.  He did well.  Faster than he’s ever run it before.

We entered the kids in the Rookie Run — a 1/3-mile race for kids 6 & under running with their parents.  Since Christian LOVES to run, I thought this would be perfect.  (And Liv loves to try and keep up with him. 🙂 )

However, I didn’t take into account the throngs of people that would be there milling around with all of the noise that that number of people make.  Any time I tried to get Christian out of the wagon (his safe-zone), he would “wet noodle” and scream higher and louder than we’ve ever heard him scream before.  Sigh.  So, I picked him up and carried him over to the starting area.  Everyone was turning around looking at me wrestling my screaming, kicking, flailing child as we tried to wait patiently for them to blow the starting horn.

After what seemed like an eternity (but was probably only a couple of minutes), the horn blew.  I picked Christian up off of the cement, grabbed his hand, and said, “Let’s run!”  And run he did.

We had a hard time getting around people at first.  (I had parked us near the back, behind a bunch of little kids, just in case we never got out of the starting gate.)  Finally, the pack broke up and we were able to start pushing ourselves and getting around the other runners.

Christian got distracted a few of times by the rocks and the large lake on the side of the road, but I encouraged him to “keep running!” and he did.  Even though he was running with his croc-like shoes on (‘cuz they’re the ONLY ones that he’ll wear at the moment), he kept going.  (I’ll fight that battle another day!)

And we ran. At his pace.  I started to worry when we neared the finishing chutes and the course started to narrow and there were hundreds of people lining the road just cheering.  I was concerned that Christian would be overwhelmed and drop or run off of the course.  But he didn’t.  We continued to hold hands and just run.  And shoot around people.  My heart soared with pride for my little guy.  He was doing something he loved and he was being cheered by multitudes of people along the way.  I had to fight back a couple of tears.

He crossed the finish line with a grin on his toothless face.  He seemed proud as he shouted, “I did it!”.  And I was SO proud.  I don’t think everyone realized how much he had to overcome to complete this “short” race, but he did it!  And it was beautiful.

And Liv, she did great, too!  I was so proud of her for finishing because just before the race started she was complaining about how tired her legs were (as we had been walking quite a bit that morning).  She finished just 45-seconds behind Christian (and then had Daddy pick her up 😉 ).  Yay, Liv!

Once upon a time, before my kidney stones, I had decided to take up running.  I had a plan.  I felt motivated.  I was excited…

…and then the stones moved in.  I stopped my routine.  I was in a fair amount of pain and, well, needed to use the bathroom quite a bit (and I was not about to start squatting in the ditch along our country road), so I put my running on the side to pick up again once the stones passed…

…Ah, yes, good intentioned and all, but I never picked it back up.  That bothered me tremendously (especially when I looked in the mirror), but I still never started back up.  Excuses.  Excuses.  There is always one available.

Until today.  Today is hot (especially for May in WI), but Liv was at Grandma’s and Christian was at school, my yardwork was complete, my errand was done, so I laced up my shoes and headed out on the road.  2-miles down — walk/run.  I feel good.  Now, to just stay at it!

After reading through the majority of “Run Your First Marathon” by Grete Waitz, I now feel like I will actually be prepared for my 5-mile run in June.  (Thanks, Jason, for recommending it!!)  She laid out a very simple beginners 12-week program, to get from nothing (where I’m at) to running 3-miles (at least).  I did my Day#2 of the program today, and while I feel a little bit more sore than yesterday, I don’t feel like I can’t do it.  I’m excited!  This is doable!  I can do it and I will! 

(I’m not sure that there is a full marathon in my future.  (We’ll see how I do with this training.)  I would like to complete a 1/2-marathon within the next year-ish.  🙂 )

Oh, and decent running shoes make ALL the difference.  I got a new pair yesterday.  Even tried them out in the store.  I no longer have shin splints after 5-minutes and my arches feel SO much better!!!  🙂

OK, I’ve been trying to look on the “bright side” of getting so icky sick.  I think I’ve found one…

…Now would be the perfect time to nix my need for my daily (multiple) caffeine fix(es).  Seriously.  It was getting to be a bit too much between coffee and sofa and chocolate.  Now I haven’t consumed any since Friday afternoon.  I’m not really having any withdrawal symptoms, as I think those all worked through my body when I was before the throne.  I would probably feel much better (in the long run) if I wasn’t so dependant on these vices every day, especially when I start running/jogging.  And, besides, right now none of these things sound good to me anyway!

I’m excited to kick this habit now.  (And hope that it holds!)  🙂

I love walking.  I could walk for hours.  I had been going for 3-mile daily walks last spring and then I had a week where I was feeling horrible and napped instead of walked and I never made it back to walking daily.  😦

Today, I decided to restart my walking routine.  But this time with a goal — running a 5K in June.  Whoa!

Because of my inactivity and ankle stress fracture, I’m starting by just throwing my 3-mile walk back into my daily routine.  After a month or two, my plan is to follow the “Couch Potato to 5k” program.  According to that program, I should be running 5k in 2 months.  Awesome. 

I have been missing the euphoria that I would used to get from running or other heavy workouts.  I haven’t been able to make that kind of exercise a part of my day since Liv was born and I think that it is taking more than just a physical toll on my body.  I am not able to handle my life stresses as well mentally or psychologically either.  😦  Boo.

I’m ready to try and change that.  Brian has agreed to start training for the 5k in a couple of months, too, so that we could run it together in June.  That gives us both a goal and some motivation!  (I always needed to have a “fire lit under my butt” to workout effectively. 😉 )

Is it too much to think that if the 5k goes well, there could be a 10K in my future in the next year?  How about a half-marathon in the next 2?  OK, now I may be getting a little ahead of myself, but I am excited.  🙂

(We are also thinking of working running into Christian’s daily routine (especially after the ice/snow) is off the road.  We can teach him some rules of road safety and allow him to burn off some of the excess energy that he has built up in that little body of his!  😉 Maybe run the 1k in June???)