Why I didn’t run on Monday….

Weeks ago we signed up ourselves AND the kids to run the Gasparilla 5K this Saturday.  Our son expressed a desire to earn an actual “metal medal” – not one of those (nice) rubberized “medallions” that they tend to give out to kids race finishers.  So we thought it would be something exciting to do as a family.  (Yeah – it will be exciting to try not to lose the kids in the crowd….I’m trying not to worry about how to keep them by our side for 3.1 miles….)  Anyway – the need to run this week was all consuming…..cause I need to get the mileage under my feet.

Yet – at 1pm on Sunday, my dreams of running on Monday morning went up in smoke when I took my son’s temperature.  A temp of 100 degrees plus the sore throat is a well known sign of strep in our house…strep germs seem to love our kids….I do not return such affection to the strep germs.

So I thought – maybe I can squeeze in a quick run to school with daughter while hubby watched son before going to work.

  • Which would have been possible had I not discovered fleas on the (*&#$(& cat on Sunday night.
  • Which meant I had to plan to spend time on Monday killing fleas and itching myself…
  • Which meant that my run became a car dash to school to then get to Walmart to get flea killing equipment…
  • Which commenced with me wrangling the cat and sequestering her in the bathroom…
  • Which resulted in me being covered in cat hair…
  • Which reminded me that I’d be doing mounds of laundry all day…
  • Which I chose to ignore while I read the directions on the spray bottle for killing fleas on furniture…
  • Which meant that poor sick kid and I moved furniture in the living room to maximize spray coverage for the cat’s favorite spots…
  • Which prompted a call to a friend about the spray….
  • Which meant I started spraying while talking to friend and quickly realized that the smell was overwhelming…
  • Which meant I hung up phone and yelled at poor sick kid to throw on clothes and get outside…
  • Which meant I went crazy and sprayed every spot I could think of….
  • Which meant I was trying not to vomit….
  • Which I succeed at while I gathered purse and homework for sick kid…
  • Which resulted in poor sick kid and I driving off to McDonald’s in an attempt to avoid the fumes….
  • Which meant a rather fun hour or so of eating in the car (remember the cat hair clothes?) and doing vocab and multiplication tables…
  • Which I could not stretch out all day….as I had to get back to the darn fleas…
  • Which were still on the cat when we got home…
  • Which prompted me to start the bath of the cat who hates baths….
  • Which meant poor sick kid was on “cat-catcher” duty at the door of the bathroom….
  • Which was unnecessary cause she was too miserable to jump…
  • Which was not true of the fleas who still jumped….
  • Which meant I remembered that I forgot a flea comb….
  • Which meant I called friend again and asked her to bring one to the door….
  • Which poor sick kid got from her as I was still holding the cat….
  • Which surprised me that she endured about 1/2 hour of combing (and drowning of fleas)…
  • Which lasted too long and I realized I needed to go fetch daughter at school…
  • Which prompted me to leave cat in bathroom while I made poor sick kid strip his clothes and go change and then I threw my clothes in the laundry room with his….
  • Which then lead to a quick dash to the shower for me….
  • At which time I saw a flea jump in my bra…
  • Which made me scream…..and scratch myself even more than I already was….
  • Which made my son run scurrying for the spray bottle….
  • Which he finally found…..and I used to spray my bathroom….
  • Which meant I was choking on the smell….
  • Which meant I sent son outside to car while I just figured I’d spray my whole room again….
  • Which meant I took my time getting home with daughter as I knew we had to wait for spray to dissipate…
  • Which meant it was a while before I got back to the bathroom to check on pissed-off cat….
  • Which meant that when I finally opened the bathroom to let her out….all of the $&(*#@(&* flying ants (which I know are not termites) had come back in our bathroom….
  • Which freaked me out…
  • And eventually led to me crying hysterically on my husband’s shoulder when he came home….
  • Which reminded me that we have two other fur balls in the house (yes the rats)…
  • Which meant that we tried to flea comb the rats at 9 pm….
  • Which meant that I was totally justified in collapsing at 9:15pm….and arguing that if the fish get any medical problems – I’m just going to flush the whole lot of them and be done with it….
  • Which means I’m totally going to suggest we rid ourselves of pets and only get taxidermied animals like The Bloggess does….
  • And THAT is my excuse for why I didn’t run on Monday……what’s yours????

 

Veritable hours to go….

rocking the new headbands!

My sister and brother-in-law got in this evening…..we are in the home stretch of packing, checking our gels and drinks, trying on new headbands, and trying to not think too hard about just how far 13.1 and 26.2 miles are.

Our kids have been bouncing off the wall all day. First in anticipation of Aunt Stacia and Uncle Rob coming. And then bouncing off of said Aunt Stacia and Uncle Rob with unbridled joy.

Currently Steve and Rob are comparing Garmin uploads, Stacia is ironing (I know – right?), and I’m fretting about packing. The energy is high but thankfully the kids are asleep.

Today has brought much support and smiles from friends far away.  First I got a package in the mail from one of my best friends from college.  I had tried to tempt Vicki to come run with me this weekend – but logistics across miles and with kiddos is not easy. But her love and support were clear.  How awesome to get that glass you see below!  THANKS Vicki!!! Can’t wait to raise a toast!

cheers!

After that unexpected surprise – I got an email from a dear friend of mine from grad school. She’s “old school” in that she’s not on Facebook…so she cranked out an old style email of just wonderful support. Thanks Sharon….it meant so much to me.

It’s pretty remarkable to think how much I’ve included my friends and family in this whole journey….and intend to include them even more in future runs – believe me!  Thank you all – for reading my Facebook posts, for reading my blog, and for supporting me in ways I can never fully repay. I am truly blessed by each of you – and you know who you are.

Okay – enough mushy stuff…got stuff to pack!

Edited to note: Stacia pointed out that her clothes were wrinkled from traveling. I pointed out that we’ll be RUNNING. And she said “not tomorrow”.  Sisters…..sigh.

all you need to run is sneakers....right?

Leading with your best foot…

I think it’s human nature to complain.  We like the attention that it generates, we like the feedback it can get, and we like to feel like we are not alone in whatever it is that ails us.

And so I’ve been like that lately with Facebook with regard to my plantar fasciitis. Complaining about the pain has been a bit of a release for me and it has generated good ideas and support from my many friends who have been there, done that, and rolled the water bottles on their feet.

However – I was stopped short by the unintended consequence of my actions.

This morning at church, a friend, Sue, came up to me and said, “See I always knew running was bad for you – look at all of you with your injuries.” She was talking about my recent Facebook posts – as well as those of a mutual friend who just fractured a bone during her last marathon.

I was immediately sad and chastened by her comments. Now – she wasn’t trying to be mean or rude about running. She was just stating an opinion – one that was easily reached had you been reading my Facebook updates.  But wow.  That was not my intention.

I started running back in February.  For very personal reasons – health, exercise, shiny medals.  (You can start back at the beginning of this blog for more details….)  And you know what – there are good days and there are bad days.

On the good days, I believe my cute mental image of myself in running shorts is close to reality. On the good days, I hit a stride that feels comfortable – that I’m in the zone and I’m moving in a physical way that feels amazing. I’ve never really been an athlete – but sometimes, just sometimes, I feel like I have physical abilities that are better than an average elementary kid on the playground.  On the good days, I spend the time running thinking about life and the people in it.  I work out frustrations, give thanks for those I love, and enjoy the ability to be outside and moving. On the good days, the sweat feels right and I finish a run with an abundance of energy and adrenaline. I once finished 8 miles and then felt like dancing right then and there in the parking lot next to my car. (So I did.)  On the good days, I am excited, I’m happy, and I relish the challenge.

And that’s why I blog. I like to to share those feelings with others – whether they are runners, or family and friends, or just nosy. I want people to get why I like running.  Sure I’m not the most inspirational runner. I don’t have ultra marathons in my sights. I’m not overcoming physical challenges and other barriers to excel. I’m just doing what I like and trying to recruit some people to join me along the way.

But I think I forgot the most important part about selling your product.  You lead with the good stuff.  And you do share the bad days – but when you have to talk about the bad stuff – you need to be mindful what lesson you’re really telling people.

As I walked away from Sue this morning, I went off to my Sunday School class.  With half my brain on her comment, I tried to tune the other half on the lesson – about gifts that God gives us.  Not food, shelter, clothing, but the gifts of teaching, mercy, giving, and even encouragement.

Encouragement….!  Ah ha. The whole “if I can do this – just about anyone can” is my general motto.  I write and blog and post to Facebook about my running so that others can see that even an overweight, over-forty, over-tired mom can take on the challenge. But how encouraging am I if my message is often one of aches and pains?

If I want people to run and be active, do I lead with the headline “Running causes foot pain”?  If I want people to come to my church, do I start with a listing of the occasional long meetings or the times I might not be happy with someone’s decision there?  If I want people to bring their kids to the same karate and dance studios my kids go to, do I tell them first about all the people that I don’t like there?  If I want my husband to enjoy the evening after work with the family, do I whine first about all the fights with the kids over their homework?  If I want to share things with those that I love and cherish – what’s the first message they get from me?

Sadly – I do fall into that pit of complaints from time to time.  (Okay probably more times about the homework arguments than I want to admit.) And yes, sometimes we need to get things off our chests. And we seek comfort and empathy from those around us.  I did need feedback about how to best deal with my foot pain. But as a psychologist – I know people tend to remember the negative things easier.  So I need to be more mindful and wrap those issues in a deep layer of “this is just a small slice of running.” Because it is – a small slice of a thing that is much more positive for me than negative. Just as the meetings, the people who I don’t agree with, and yes even the homework battles, are just a small bite in the very large pie of blessings that are my life.

I read a quote somewhere once that indicated the speaker would take up running if only those running looked happy when they ran by.  Maybe we runners need to focus on the run – but also on the opportunity to encourage others in doing what we are so focused on. And maybe that means a few more smiles.

So Sue – I apologize for leading with my weak foot and doing the complaining thing. I love running. In fact, I love it so much that I want this nagging pain to go away so I can keep on running.  A lot.  But I thank you, dear friend. For reminding me about encouragement and keeping that at the forefront of all I do. I intend to be better about that….even in the midst of pain, I’m going to be putting my best foot forward.

Dusting off the cobwebs….

So the first sign you’ve neglected your blog is that there are 101 spam comments to tag and delete.

The second sign is that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach.  It’s as if there’s a pile of laundry on the floor in the corner that you set there on Sunday.  You think, “I’ll put that in later today.”  Then you walk by it again and again.  As you head for bed that night, you think, “Gee – too much to do today – laundry tomorrow for sure.”  And this repeats itself for a few days before you’re reduced to no longer even glancing in that corner for fear you’ll have to look at and confront the pile of unwashed laundry. You’ve reduced yourself to wearing clothes that hang in the closet as “just in case” sort of items because you’ve just not had the time/energy/ability to get the freakin’ laundry done.  Then finally a few weeks later you just have to sit down and sort out the piles and deal with it.

This is me – dealing with it.  🙂

I have 6 weeks or so until the Disney 1/2.  I have 5 days till the Turkey Trot in Myrtle Beach. And I have an arch support on my foot, a frozen water bottle under the foot, and a borrowed plantar night brace by my bedside. Yup – it’s been a bit hairy around here.

Two weeks ago I ran 8 miles on a Saturday am.  Ran 5 with two friends and the last 3 miles were just 2 of us.  Felt okay – not a great run. But then spent the next 9 hours or so on my feet with the family. By the time we got home, I had to crawl from room to room the pain in my foot was so bad.  Plantar pain can be incredible.

I’ve taken it easy, hobbled around, and done very little running beyond a mile here or there. So I’ve just avoided all thoughts of Disney lest I cry and cry. But today I managed to get myself out for 4 miles. Ran with two others – including newly crowned Ironman Maria.  I swear – I need to tape her comments and have them playing in my iPod when I run Disney (for I will run Disney and I will finish – cause Maria told me so in no uncertain terms.) Hearing her Ironman story is amazing enough – but she is also now ready to rock the motivational speaker world. And she really won’t let anyone tell her that they can’t do it. So I did it.

4 miles that is.  Not great, but not horrid. The worse was feeling more out of shape than feeling like my foot wouldn’t hold up. So that’s good. And it’s been rather not bad all day since.  Which is encouraging.  Cause I intend to mostly run the 8K Turkey Trot. It’s a mental thing.  And by the end of it, Maria tried to get me to commit to running the Disney Goofy in 2013.  HA HA….that’s running the 1/2 on Saturday and then getting up to run the Full Marathon on Sunday.  I’m thinking all that “You are an Ironman, Maria” has seriously scrambled her brains….

Anyway I’m starting to get back in the saddle again – just to mix my physical activity metaphors. My other reason to avoid blogging about running (and my recent “lack thereof”) has been health issues.  Largely – my ever increasing cholesterol. Damn damn damn. All this running and all the chia seeds I’ve eaten over the past 6 months and still the numbers go up. So I’m fighting genetics here and losing – and now I’m at the point where I had to buy a weekly pill case for the blood pressure meds and cholesterol meds.  Lovely.  The doctor has suggested trying to investigate a few other things but we’ll see if those pan out at all.

Meanwhile – my run this morning was really what I needed….a kick in the pants to look forward to Disney and not be a negative Nellie…..but look forward to finishing  – even if I’m crawling my way across the finish line!

And blogging my way forward as well…..

 

I am not an Ironman

Nope. I ran an IronGirl 5k but the thought of an elite event like Ironman?  Nope, not going to even think about trying to do that. Swimming, biking, and running all in one event. Swimming requires buoyancy. Pretty sure that sinking like a stone is a first clue that you are not meant for a triathlon. Biking just brings back 13 year old memories of falling off my bike and into a fire ant hill. (Subsequent silly ambulance ride was prompted by well-meaning passer-bys and my high blood pressure.) So – two out of three of those I stink at. Thus – the closest I get to being an Ironman – a pair of sunglasses that I didn’t know has the logo on them.

But I happen to know someone who is training for her first full Ironman. Actually Maria has four 1/2 Ironman events under her belt. This will not be the first time she’s swam, biked and run to a finish line. But this will be the first time she tackles 2.4 miles in the water, 112 miles on the bike, and end it all by running a full marathon (don’t forget the point 2 after the 26 miles).  And all that in under 17 hours. If you come in at 17 hours and 1 second – they do not announce the famous, “Insert name here, You are an Ironman.”  As you can tell – I’m pretty much in awe of Maria.

I only met Maria last week. She and I have run 11 miles or so together now in our Saturday group runs. Her reputation among the running group precedes her. Word out on the street is that if anyone can do it – Maria can. She’s a pretty inspiring woman. Not the fastest but certainly the most determined and focused and inspirational.

Which is why I felt bad to hear this morning that she was in the negative phase of her training for the Nov 6th event. Negative as in emotions. Maria was dragging mentally. Last week she about had me convinced to sign up for a marathon or even a tri – but this week she was at the point where she just about figured she wouldn’t finish in the time limit. Having already biked 100 miles this week (among other training days), she was not excited about the 15 miles she was to do this morning. And then 18 miles next Saturday.

I had to do 6.5 miles this morning (the others in our group did 5) – which does seem like nothing when you think about running 15 miles. But I managed to keep pace with Maria for about 2 or so miles before I turned back to my car and she kept going. I tried to keep up the banter, make her laugh, and make her reflect on what inspired her to try triathlons in the first place. To her credit, she neither smacked me or told me to go away. But I’m not sure I buoyed her mood any. (And about 10 min after I turned back and she kept going, the rain started which was sure to not help her mood.)

We all hit those points in our training…..the “why am I doing this”, the “I can’t possibly do this”, the “why did I sign up for this event”, the “everyone else is sleeping right now, why am I the crazy one out here”….  But for many of us, we can and do get past the worse of it. We find that inner strength to grit our teeth and continue. We figure out that lapping all the couch potatoes does mean something. We manage to dig deep and go, even if it’s a bit slower. We “Nike up” and just do it.  Or in my case, we manage to get 7 miles or so in and then realize we can celebrate with a random gooey dessert in the middle of the afternoon! YUM!

I’m convinced Maria will get back there – to her happy place where she does tell herself she can and will do it.  I know this because we’ve all been there – and will be back there again at some point. And when we’re at our lowest points, we need to remember the high points and the fact that all this moves in cycles and will come back around again soon. Hang in there, Maria…..we all know you can do it – and you know it too.

Accountability

Humans are social creatures.  It’s part of our DNA and how we are wired.  Did you know that there are single neurons in our brains whose job is solely to detect upright faces? Clearly if we have brains designed with interaction in mind (seeing and detecting faces), we are meant to do things together. And we do – we form families and we work in groups and we love, lean, scream, and play together. And in the better moments – we lift each other up and help others to be their best.

And as social creatures – we know when to ask for that help.

A friend of mine recently asked those of us on Facebook to help her be accountable for her running. To keep her on course and not just running once a month. Of course I stepped in to comment – SURE! I made the commitment – but I’ve haven’t fully thought out how I can help specifically.

Jessica is busy – mom to the most adorable (and active) almost 2 year old twin boys.  So I can’t argue when she’s got limited time due to child care concerns. She helps her husband to run their business. That business – a martial arts studio. She’s a black belt so she could totally kick my booty if I tried to strong arm her into running.  Despite these time constraints – she and I both know she could make the time to run. And she is willing – hence her need to step up and ask for help.

So here’s my first help at holding her accountable – blogging about her and reminding her that I will be cyber-hounding her as best I can. 🙂  And encouraging her in person when we see each other in our women’s bible study group. I don’t intend to yell or guilt her into running – but gently remind her that she can do and that she’s got someone to lean on if she needs. Once she finds a groove and makes running a habit – it will be much easier. (Hence the reason habits are hard to break. Too bad we are all so much better at developing poor habits that we do need to break!)

Actually accountability is one of the reasons I have managed to keep up this blog – and my running. My friend, Stephanie, started running shortly after I did. And she is planning to run the Disney 1/2 with me. (Have you signed up yet, Steph??) One of the best things she’s done for me is tell me that my blog is one of the first things she reads when she logs onto the internet in the morning.  (Clearly she needs to get out more!) So when I’ve not written for a day or two – I start to think that Stephanie is probably wondering what the heck I’m doing. So I realize I need a blog post. Then I realize I need to run – a) cause that’s what the blog is about (largely) and 2) cause I can clear my head and think about writing when I’m running. Thank you Stephanie – for guilting me keeping me accountable, lifting me up, and helping my running in important ways.

So who are you help this week?  How are you going to go forth and lift up your friends when they need assistance keeping up their good habits? And who are you going to reach out to when you need the same?

 

 

With a little help from my friends…

I didn’t throw up. I didn’t even throw in the towel.

When I set the alarm last night, I wasn’t sure I would actually get up for my very first group run. I’ve developed a nice habit of sleeping through my alarm this past week.

5:30 came and I actually got up….sniffed out the least smelly running clothes from the ever growing pile. I tried to wake up as I moved through the routine: put the contacts to in, find the shoes, find the iPod armband, find the water bottles, comb the hair (rocked some Grete Waitz pigtails), find the gel, and grab the car keys. Out the door….and back in the house to get the wallet….oops.

As I drove to the park to meet everyone, I put on the radio and a Christian music station was on and it was prayer time. I figured that was a good sign cause I was going to need all the prayers I could get to not embarrass myself on this run. (Although I should point out that Steve reminded me later that there are no decades of the Rosary that specifically relate to “prayers for the athlete.” Point taken.)

I did discover that this is the place to be if you are a runner and it’s 6 am.  People stretching, Garmins starting, and groups taking off. I was a little intimidated and worried that I’d get caught up in the wrong group.

Thankfully June found me in the dark as I fumbled with a novel running issue for me – where to put my car keys. (Thank you Nike for that cool pocket in my fave shorts.) I don’t think she knew how scared I was to run in a group. (Well now she does…) Megan and Heather soon joined us and I couldn’t put it off any longer…we started. I did ask them that should I die on the side of the road – they could just pick my body up later. They promised.

And to tell you the truth – it was a good run. I do hope they thought so too. My big fear was that my run/walk pattern would mean that I’d fall behind really really fast. So I knew I had to actually keep up a run/run pattern. And I did.

To my great surprise the first time I really looked at Nike+, we had already run 2.35 miles into the 4 in the loop. I was shocked – the time went fast, I hadn’t walked at all, and I had even managed to carry on a conversation for parts of it. It was amazing how fast it felt like the miles went by and how different such a familiar loop looked when running with three other people.

A bit later, we ran past the entrance to my neighborhood and I joked about just heading home.  I swear Heather body blocked me and said, “No, keep running.” And you don’t mess with Heather – her husband’s with the sheriff’s department….that and she totally rocked the IronGirl 5K that was my first (only) race. So I kept running.

While it was mostly sunshine and giggles, I did start to flag with about 1/2 mile left. The group was wonderful and kept encouraging me.

June hung back with me for just about the last 1/4 mile. She’s one of my true running inspirations….I first heard that Disney had running events from June. So this is really all her fault. 🙂

She spent the last 1/4 mile being equal parts drill sergeant and supportive midwife.

“You can walk Jenn, but only up to that next park bench.”  Seriously girl? That’s like only 10 seconds from here.

“Okay Jenn, breathe.  See that curve up there, just after that you’ll be able to see the park. We are so almost there. You can do this.” I swear if I had been in labor and June was there – I’d probably have turned down the epidural  – she’s so calming and positive. And I LIKED my two epidurals.

I made it back to the park and my car. I think we finished the 4 miles in about 49 minutes (I miffed my Nike+ buttons so I can’t quite remember….). Whatever the final stats – it was faster than I’ve done in a while. And it felt good.

I’m glad that June, Megan, and Heather are kind souls…they may have been slower today because of me. But I started to see how good it can be to have yourself pushed past your known capabilities. And I got a feel for the vibe from groups of women runners that Kristin Armstrong talks about in her Mile Markers blog.

Thank you ladies – for getting my Saturday off to a great start. Looking forward to future runs with you.

Random Friday musings

Happy birthday to our curly-headed daughter….6 years old today!

One of the reasons I am running – to get rid of the last of that 6 yr old baby fat.

Been invited to go running with a friend and her running friends tomorrow am.  I’m afraid I’m going to throw up. I’m afraid I’m going to get left behind….scratch that – I KNOW I’ll get left behind….I’m afraid they’ll laugh at my slow pace.

Buried two more Rosy red fish today….as K said, “No one’s fish is supposed to die on their birthday – never mind 2!”  That brings the whopping total of dead fish this week up to 7. There’s a lesson in there for sure…..but I’m getting better at eulogies for fish….and I’m hoping the remaining 3 stick around for a bit longer.

Ran for 35 mins or so this morning.  Felt really strong….good run.  Sorry I didn’t go farther.

I hate when I disappoint people….been one of those kind of weeks.

Off to go celebrate with our 6 year old…..and fret about tomorrow’s run.

 

I’m actually enjoying this running thing…

Monday’s run of almost 3 miles was hot. Florida hot and Florida humid. And that was at 6 am. The air was heavy, my legs felt weak for a while. But I kept going and worked out the kinks for the most part. I keep telling myself that the “humidity training” will pay off…someday.  The same thing happened this morning….another humid morning….and just over 2 miles.  And kinks in the right knee to start with.  But I just kept working it out.

But the thing that struck me about both runs were that they just felt right. Not right as in buckets of sweat are enjoyable. Not right that I wouldn’t have preferred to stay in bed snuggled next to my husband. But right in that running is something I *gulp* like to do, despite the humidity and the sweat and the thin line separating the two. I really enjoy pushing the pavement and being active.  Something I really didn’t expect, I must confess.

When I started this journey, I was following the Couch to 5K program.  (I recommend it – it’s really well done.) And I was woefully bad at this whole moving forward thing.

Around week 3 of the program – I had a horrible day. The app I used to keep track of my progress allowed for Facebook posts. So that day I posted my completion of that day’s run and commented something to the effect of “is this what running is about? Cursing, crying and praying all the way home?” I was rather miserable about it all. The specifics of why that run was so bad escape me now. I just remember thinking I’d never get up the mild incline in my flat neighborhood….I was out of shape and in a bad mood.

Much to my surprise, I had many facebook friends comment that “it’s okay if you quit this running thing.” What???  The comments kept coming…friends (both runners and nonrunners) were posting their permission (and encouragement) for me to give up after only 7 days of trying. Really?  Our daughter is a picky picky eater…so we are well aware of the rule that you need to try a food about 12 times before you really decide if you like it.  So if it takes that long to develop tastes, how can I decide about running so quickly?

Frankly – their reactions really torqued me off. So I seethed a little bit to myself (and vented to my husband)…and I came to the stereotypical moment of “Well, I’ll show them.” Inspiration to continue as a result of being pissed off at well-meaning friends.

Frankly I’m glad I didn’t listen to them. I don’t truly know if they wanted me to quit or just thought that was the validation I was seeking with my comment. (I wasn’t – I was just grumbling for the moment.) So maybe it was better that they said what they did…..and that I got mad and hung in there. Cause otherwise I wouldn’t have had such enjoyable mornings all these months later.

“What has happened to my friend??”

That was my friend’s quip on the phone last week. I had just mentioned my 6.5 mile run at 5am.

The other day I got an email from another friend. In the midst of other topics she wrote “all you do now is run!” – which was clearly a reference to the running posts that I put on my Facebook page.

I got another email from a friend who included the following, “Hey I drove by you while you were speed walking on the side of the road the other day.” When I saw her a few days later, I pointed out that what she was probably witnessing was my actual running pace….but I wasn’t sure.

My mom is visiting this week while my husband is in New Zealand. Her comment when she heard my alarm go off on Monday morning at 5am – “Don’t go running – just go back to sleep.”

It’s been eye opening to see others’ reactions to this whole running thing. Some of my friends are very supportive – cause they are runners themselves. They provide encouragement and tips.

There are also the friends who are supportive non-runners. They are the ones who ask me about running and often say things like “Wow – I wish I could do that. I always wanted to run…but I don’t think so.”

And then there’s the mixed reviews – they are those whose comments reflect a sort of incredulous amazement as in – why would anyone do that?  For example, I know my mom is glad I’m taking care of myself – but when it means the alarm wakes her – then running isn’t such a great idea. As for my other friends comments – I don’t know whether they are upset or just don’t know what to say. Perhaps they are afraid I will try to convert them to the world of running.

Anytime we discover that a friend has taken up a new hobby or interest – I think we compare ourselves to them. “Wow – Joan has taken up knitting – is that something I would do? Could I do it? Why would anyone knit?”  “Jeez, Bill is taking stand up comedy classes, I wonder if I should sign up too?”

Our mental assessment of what they are doing usually leads us to some conclusions about our own interests, our own limits, and even our own fears about ourselves. Sometimes that conclusion is a snap reaction (“Dear Lord why would Shelly even think about doing that….”).

But sometimes we push the idea around for a little bit – as if it were a small amount of play-dough that we’re working with. Does it start to form a recognizable shape? Or is it something we should just flatten and forget about?

But the thing to remember is that often the new things our friends tackle are the ones they’ve just chosen for them. They aren’t doing it for your benefit or even for you to join them. I’m not running for anyone but me. I tossed the idea around for a long while….and it started to take shape in a way that made sense to me. And it’s okay if it doesn’t make sense to you.

Just find what it is that speaks to you, your talents, and what you want to spend your time doing.

So what is it that YOU want to do today – regardless of how others view you?