Running Slow

Waking up this morning immediately took me back to a year ago. My destination was the Spencerport canal to meet my partner crime.  There is no better recipe to help start the day, the week off on the right foot!  It was foggy and a light rain began to fell, and I knew Pina was not going to be in love with the weather... but she also knows how rain and water doesn't bother me one bit.  (Infact, I kinda like it... but that's probably the Aquarius in me talking).

Three miles along the canal just like clockwork.  I swear I wish I knew how many times we took that route.  You would think it would get old and boring, and sometimes it does... but it also "brings me back to the basics" and holds a special meaning.  That gravel path is the place where I've learned so much about me as runner.... especially with the help of Pina who is able to see what I'm feeling and knows what I need without even saying more than a few words. Today "It hurts" is all that I needed to say.  "Give me 30 seconds" she says. And just like that, I knew this amazing runner and friend would somehow make running "fun" again.  Somehow in her bag of tricks and knowledge she'd take this bad point and help me work through it.  In my mind, I expected her to just slow me down gradually and bring me back to my normal 13:00 minute pace.  NOPE! That was the exact opposite of what she did.  Again, somehow she pushed me to increase my speed and 30 seconds later, she checked in and said, "how are you now?". 

It's incredible to think that this woman knows me as well as she does. All I needed to do was give her 30 seconds and she had made my body fall back into the groove allowing my breathing to get back on point. "I feel better" I exclaimed. 

We continued to run and she explained that all I needed to do was to get out of the 13's.  I gasped, "REALLY?" 

Thinking about this now, I should have known that was the answer.  Just like a child who needs constant reinforcement and continued reminding about any task in life... for some reason I seem to forget that very important fact. Insert (that overall theme about running) MIND OVER MATTER.  My mind is still stuck in the 13's while my body is slowly pushing to exceed more... and capable of running faster...and I'm holding it back.  Pina has been trying to get that concept ingrained in my brain forever it seems.  She has my complete trust in everything... why is my mind fighting her?

So, today I told her I'm turning over a new leaf.  We have big plans for the summer. (Don't we always have big plans, ha?) 

What moves me today? Allowing myself to grow a little faster in pace and telling my mind to shut the heck up.

On Wednesday I will face a trail race.  Dirt Cheap, here I come!  I have some pretty awesome trail shoes to break in and I can't think of a better way to do it.  James and Pina will both be there, along with some other awesome and tough friends who I look to for inspiration  I'm beyond excited!!!!!!

Dear Pina, Thanks for always being there to push and to show me how much more confident I need to be in myself. Whether I'm wearing sneakers or even just in plain shoes.  Your friendship and support is truly indescribable. I often hope that I give back just as much as you give me... but then I realize that in some way I probably (hopefully) do. I really do love you!!

Being a Spectator: Runners of Steel

Sneakers? CHECK. Race clothes CHECK. Bulletproof vest (aka "the really cool just-purchased at yesterday's expo" Under Armour undershirt) CHECK. Did you glide your feet? "Nope, doing it now....CHECK. Bib and gear? CHECK! 

After making sure she had everything, (including hugs from 'her girls') Pina left the hotel room and was off to go run the Pittsburgh Half Marathon.

We ate a quick breakfast and then filed out of the hotel, with our homemade signs (that were a bit awkward to carry) and coffee in hand. We headed to our first predetermined view point, Sixteenth & Liberty St.  Man, you could just feel the excitement in the air. I wasn't even running and still those happy nervous butterflies found their way to my stomach. We found a great spot and lined up next to others who were just as excited to cheer on their loved ones like us. The energy was AWESOME!!

We didn't need to wait long before waves of runners filled the street. Whether they tasked themselves to complete the marathon, half marathon or relay... they were 2 miles in on their journey at this point in the race. I think most were in good spirits as I scanned faces for Pina. Many smiled as they passed by the crowds of people, hearing the screaming words of encouragement. Many just looked determined, focused on that finish line. At first, the girls and I had to figure out how to gauge when Pina would pass by. All we knew was to "look for her in a blue shirt"... oh and that she enjoys running down the middle of the street. Can you imagine how many of the 20,000 plus runners were wearing a blue shirt?

We saw pacers holding signs, but then needed to distinguish if they were for the full or half. Lisa then reminded us that Pina was in corral D.... and we soon realized that there would be a break for each group. A's passed by, B's, C's...... And then came the D's. Like promised, Pina and her "I ran the Rochester Half Marathon" blue shirt came trotting passed us down the center of the street. She looked stronger than ever! We chanted "GO PINA" for a quick minute, and without wasting any time, we were off to our next spot.

At our second viewpoint, the waves of A,B,C & D runners had started to blend in a little. I began looking at the runner bibs passing by since it had their wave letter on the top right. We kept track of the pacers and the timed signs they were holding while also taking into consideration how fast Pina's "gazelle-legs" (to quote Carrie) were going at that part of the race.  Before long, we all saw that blue shirt happily strutting down the street. When Pina passed us this time, she was a lot closer  (Yay, we picked the right side) and Melinda got a great pic of her! She looked excited to see us and more of the signs we had made her!

The third and final time we saw Pina was around mile 12. We battled crowds and closed streets to find a great spot to watch her.  It was incredible seeing the caliber of athletes run pass, while thousands of people lined the big city streets. The four of us were proud, as we dawned our pink shirts that represented the NoBoundaries program and Rochester Fleet Feet Sports. We wore these pink shirts during NoBo 2.0 last summer, where we all became stronger runners and friends. We were united then, and were united now to cheer on our coach, mentor and friend.

The excitement grew at each viewpoint, but at this spot, it was overflowing! Live music and spectators gave these runners a huge welcome as they ran down the slope of the last bridge. I was anxious and excited and eagerly searched through the crowed of runners for Pina's face. We all did, unified in the task together to chant "Pina, Pina, PINA" the second we saw her.  And then, once again, there she was. 

Just typing these words brings back the goosebumps and emotions of seeing her achieve this huge accomplishment. She had a that strong smile on her face as she passed, knowing she was almost home. She was doing it!!! After that, we quickly regrouped, wiped the tear (or tears in my case) away so we could get to the finishing area to greet her!

I couldn't believe how emotional it was even just being a spectator this weekend. It was so fun cheering all these incredible athletes! It was rewarding to get grins and appreciation for my "random runner" sign. I know I always love running by complete strangers with brightly colored encouraging signs, and now it was my turn to be "that stranger"! 

This was such an amazing race to be part of. Maybe it's because I know now what running a half marathon means to a person. Or maybe it's because I was able to share this experience with "The Girls" to support Pina. 

It's probably both.

However, all I know is that I'll always remember this!

Thanks for an incredible weekend, Girls.
What moves me today? The FOUR of you do!

My own "Here and Now" 13.1 miles

Approaching mile 10 was one of the defining moments of yesterday's achievement. I know it may be an odd place to start this blog post. Especially since so many things happened before that moment.. However, it's the only thing I can think about right now as I try to sum up my first half marathon experience.  I had just endured the long and the "lowest" point of the race, roughly three miles up the winding hills and slopes in Mt. Hope cemetery.  There was a chill in the air and "my girls" were splattered all throughout the racecourse.  Ahead of me and in back of me, but we were still all in this together. I was alone with my thoughts (in the "Here and Now" to quote Peg) in such a beautiful and peaceful place.  I knew if I could get to mile 10, all I had was a 5K left. That's what Christine said on one of our training runs, and I already had a plan in place when I had reached that point. I held onto her words the entire race until it was time...

"Okay Divina... you only have a little bit more until you're done. Ignore the fact that your right arm is frozen and you can't open and close your hand. Put on your ear buds and blast your 3.1 mile playlist and don't you dare think about walking! This is the part you were waiting for and now it's time to prove that YOU CAN DO THIS!"

Insert this song:

Something about this song makes me feel invincible.

"Oh we got our feet on the ground and we're burning it down"

"Everybody stands as she goes by, cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes"

I knew this song could pump me up and rejuvenate my emotions and my mind. Maybe it could take me back to a week ago where I crushed my first leg of the Seneca 7.  

And guess what, IT DID!

Now that I was "on fire" I knew the next song on my playlist was going to make me even more focused for that finish line.

I know I've written my feelings about this song before but the way the beat, the chorus and a handful of fragment lyrics catch me at the right moment is what I wait for as I'm trudging along.  Eminem gets angry at the end of the song and I love the passion he has.  It's contagious. And when I'm at that point where my mind tries to get the best of me, screaming to stop.... this song allows me to scream right back  "feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity I got".

Every moment before this point of the race was truly special. 

This day wasn't just about me finishing. It was about strangers running for their own reasons and facing the challenge inside their minds.  Some ran in memory of a loved one, some ran with disabilities they battle each and every day.  It was truly moving and I was so proud of every single one of them!  Seeing raw emotions exposed on so many racers, friends and family who came out to support was overwhelming. 

I was able to see my cousin before her 5K race... a cousin that inspired me two Thanksgiving's ago to try this "whole running thing" as she ran passed me (while I walked the course) at the Webster Turkey Trot 2013.  She got me to tear up, and I hoped at that moment she knew how incredibly proud of her I was with everything she's accomplished.

Hearing the National Anthem sung before the race, running under the mammoth American flag that hung high above the course made it feel like a mission, and we'd all succeed at the end. I was with great friends, new friends and people who were there on day 1 (February 2, 2014) of this running journey.  It was such an incredible feeling.

During the race my husband rode around in his bike with my son and daughter in the trailer attached behind it. He came to various view points along the racecourse. While offering his support and love, he also made our children be part of this experience. To cheer for complete strangers and to hopefully show them that health, exercise and hard work can pay off... and that we'll always be there for them at their finish lines.  I can't find the word to describe what it meant for me to have them there yesterday.

When I came around one of the last bends before the finish line, I saw those three amazing people. I think I had maybe 1.5 miles left. It was awesome. I was able to give James one last kiss while he put the {much needed} arm sleeves back on my arm and offered a glove so my right hand could attempt to warm up. At that point, I could taste the finish line.

As I ran the last .8 mile of the race, my sister Jen greeted me and ran beside me for a little bit.  She told me she had seen Pina ahead of me, and that I looked so strong. It was the last push I needed to feel confident running passed the crowd lined up greeting all the runners home. She left when it was time for me to embrace everything I had worked for leading up to this point.  Man, was that stretch amazing or what!?!

Again, seeing so many faces that helped me get to that point of the day and faces of people who had already finished their race truly was the greatest feeling I've ever felt as a runner! 

As Ellen announced my arrival, I saw Pina standing there and I couldn't keep the tears in anymore. We had done it.. and together we were able to celebrate our achievement! Proud moment right there for sure, and something I'll hold close to my heart!

Alright Finish Line... I'll say the same thing I did to you a year ago. I'll be back to see you again, and I promise to look at you at the end of that race too, so you can push me to set my next goal.

Seneca 7 - Chafing The Dream

I never would have thought that joining a relay team back in January would have given me such an amazing experience like the one I had yesterday. Wait, let's take a step back.... First, I never thought I would ever join a relay team where I would be held responsible for running upwards to 9+ miles over the course of 12 hours. That was "something" my husband always did, but now I know why.  Yesterday I was part of a team that ran 77.7 miles around Seneca Lake. 

There were 21 legs that had a certain number of miles attached to it and 7 runners (including myself) each had 3 legs to run. I had leg #2, #9 & #16 and ran a little more than 9 miles total. The legs went in order (of course) and after your first leg, you would wait to run your next one once everyone on the team finished their first leg.
We drove around in a minivan, cheering on our teammate by honking and ringing cowbells out the window as we passed them on the road while heading to the next checkpoint. There, the next runner would be ready to receive the official (and sweaty, mind you) Seneca 7 slap bracelet, and then they were off.  We congratulated that runner who had just finished, recorded their arrival time and then hopped back in the car to do it all over again.

Rich, a good friend that James works with put together EVERYTHING for our day of fun.  This guy is pretty awesome and a great planner. (Makes me wonder why James gets along so well with him.. a brother from another mother perhaps??) He packed our food, gave us all a 
checklist of things to bring, and carted our sweaty butts all day in his own van. We had maps, water, great company and even team shirts so Chafing The Dream could all be unified!

I, could not have asked for a better team.  I was honored to run with them.  They pushed me mentally, because to me, all of them are serious, experienced runners. It was no secret that I was the "dead weight" but that term only existed in my mind. Everyone gave everyone else so much support it was truly the best. What moved me yesterday?  They did! 

I was able to share this experience with James and my sister-in-law, Jen.  Watching them complete their legs was pretty cool and inspirational.  I was so proud for both of them. Jen had a huge hill to endure and she kicked it's butt even while it tried to kick hers. James pushed himself harder than I have ever seen. He was also given some hills and heat that tested his endurance level. Everyone just did AWESOME!

We seriously could not have asked for a better day. Aside from all the race excitement, we were able to enjoy the beautiful sun, scenery and mid 60 degrees under a perfect blue sky.  The Finger Lakes region is absolutely gorgeous. Hills, Vineyards, Wineries lined our route on this caravan adventure.  

Leg #2 is DONE

As I was waiting to begin Leg #2, the excitement and nerves grew.  Everyone who was running this leg had to shuffle on a school bus and be brought to their first checkpoint to wait for their teammate running leg #1. Matt (who had started the race for Chafing The Dream) was one of the last runners to arrive, leaving me about .5 mile behind the closest runner ahead of me. That runner was one of the driving forces that kept me going.  I knew I wasn't going to catch up to her, but I also knew I didn't want to lose her in my vision.  
When I wasn't focused on her, I looked left and was able to see the lake and all the houses that bumped up to it. The sun was still sitting on the water and it was peaceful.  My overall "plan" for this race was to push hard my first two legs (since they were my shortest at 2.7 miles each) so I could coast a little at the end. When I got to the checkpoint and handed off to Alexa, I was blown away with the numbers on my watch!

The beginning of Leg #9 was the toughest point of the day for me for some reason. After running my first leg, my left foot really started to bother me. Stupid PF! I took some Advil and massaged the heck out so I could avoid as much pain as possible. The dull ache still remained while I stood there, waiting for Matt to come hand off that bracelet at the checkpoint. The plan of "pushing myself hard" so I could get another great leg pace weighed on my mind, along with other things I really had no business thinking about at that moment. My husband, my rock, could see that from across the street and came to join me as we waited for Matt together. He gave me the words I needed to hear and calmed me while a few tears fell down my face to release the tension I was holding up inside. I'll always remember that. As soon as Matt came to greet me, I was off.

The sun was higher in the sky and that lake still stood to the left in all its' beauty! When I heard those cowbells and team cheering out the window as they drove to where I'd meet them next, it was really motivating. At the end of my route I turned into Lakewood Winery, ran through the front part of their vineyards and passed on the torch to Alexa once again!

Leg #9 is DONE!

I finished only 10 seconds slower than the first leg and was still very proud of those numbers on the watch.. it's still faster than I've been currently running in training!

As the end of the day was approaching and our team was nearing their last leg, fatigue and tiredness was clearly evident. I tried to eat and hydrate enough because my last leg had the most distance.  Not only was it my longest, I started in a golf course, ran part of it on a trail, passed an insane asylum and even a prison. The rumor of this leg was "not to get lost" oh and you had to pass a snow plow and jump over logs and boulders as well.  Also,  I had to wear a reflector vest because "God forbid IF there was a prison break" they would need that vest to distinguish that I was not "a prisoner on the run that they would have to send the dogs after".  True Story!!  With all these different things to think about, for some reason I wasn't the least bit concerned. Funny, huh? All I knew was that it was my last leg and I'd be done for the day once I handed that slap bracelet to Alexa the final time. No tears, only excitement!

Leg #16 really took it's toll on me. As I was going downhill on this grassy trail, filled with rocks, divots and trees, I kept my mind focused on footing. I had a lot of momentum (~11:35 min pace).  With my downhill speed and my brain working pretty hard to "not fall" or "hurt my foot in the beginning of this leg", I got a bit lightheaded at the bottom.  My vision got a bit wonky and I needed to stop, walk and hydrate.  Luckily I had my handheld water bottle filled with Scratch Labs (sports drink with electrolytes) that helped bring my focus back. 

Leg #16 is DONE!

Man, was this leg the prettiest of them all.  I was SO close to the lake on this route, and the scenery reminded of the River at the 1000 Islands.  I had a few hills and gravel roads and saw many runners on this route.  At one point, I was about to pass (aka "kill") this woman on our first incline.  She looked really out of sorts and that "Mentor" inside of me came out. It was like I took everything Pina says to me and applied it to her.  "C'mon girl, we'll do this together.  You've got this".  I told her to just "bounce with me up this hill" and to stay strong.  

It felt so nice helping out someone who I could completely relate to.  When we got to the top, she had a tear in her eye and I said.. "no crying, only I cry".  She smiled and yelled "thank you" as I slowly passed her to continue on my way.  It was pretty cool and that helped me the next two miles until I got to that last checkpoint. Sure, I was a bit slower than I really aimed for, but I was done and so proud of everyone that did this journey with me!

At the end of the race, our Chafing The Dream team met up with Tim (who ran leg, #21) at the "Team Unification Point" . The seven of us crossed that finish line together. It was awesome, and I'll always remember that.  7 runners, (some that I had just met earlier that morning) shared an experience that could never truly be repeated... that is, until next year! Sign me up Richard, I'm all in!!! ( Oh, and I think I'll volunteer for Leg #4 so I can tackle that huge hill.  It's easy to say a year away, right?)

Double Digits

Yesterday I woke up to the beautiful sunshine, a day that was predicted to dabble into the 60's, a TEN mile run on the agenda, and husband with a fever who was feeling under the weather. My immediate reaction was to jump into "mom mode" and take care of him while distracting the kids so their dad could get some rest on the couch. I was about ready to call Pina (even though I really really did not want to) and tell her that I couldn't meet up with her and Christine. I started to think about other ways I could find time this week and hit the huge 10 MILEstone.  It pained me, because every other Sunday morning we battled the snow, cold temps, wind and more snow.  And now, we had the most perfect morning given to us. A morning we "earned" to quote Pina, to face the open road and put in some serious miles.  The sun was shining it's wonderful face and I tried to hold back from letting James know that I was a bit disappointed on how my morning's plan could change.

But, because he's my biggest supporter and a fellow runner, he did NOT let me miss this opportunity. The day before he had pushed himself farther than he ever ran... TWENTY whole miles, and yesterday... it was my turn.

When he insisted that I go and that he'd be fine, I did what any other good wife/mom in a time sensitive situation would do.  I grabbed him aspirin and a large water bottle. I then grabbed the Fruity Pebbles, bowls, cups, milk & juice and set up a picnic breakfast downstairs for the kids.  I put on Curious George, kissed the kids and flew out of the house. 10 MILES was going to HAPPEN!

"Beautiful" is not even the word for yesterday. It was beyond that. Rochester has not seen a day like that this whole year. The capris made their debut for the first time since last fall and I was ready.  Even more, my MIND was ready. 

I could not have asked for better company. Christine & Pina were both so awesome, strong and exactly the right combination to get me through this task. We parked at the JCC and took the canal path heading west towards Genesee Valley Park. At mile 5 we turned around and repeated the path back. The first 5 went by nicely. The second half was when I started to get shaky at times, but knew that if I kept my mind and spirit in check, that it was perfectly doable.  "I got this" kept ringing in my brain... along with "... on such a beautiful morning".  I will never forget this run!

We passed walkers, bikers and other runners. Towards the end of our trek we passed a runner wearing the hot pink NoBo shirt from last summer.  As she ran by us, we all cheered and I yelled "Go NoBo". Odd as it may sound it made me feel that we're "still" all in this together. Season after season, people join NoBo to learn how to run, or put their running journey to the next test and then "graduate" and move onto their next path.  However, they're still part of the family.  No matter which season are/were involved with, you still played a part into what it is today... at least that's how I view it.

Yesterday, I too was wearing my blue NoBoundaries "I can do anything cape" shirt, and boy...was that a great run!

What moves me today? The growing excitement for 13.1 at the FCC in two weeks.  Can't wait!!

Game Changer Weekend

When times get tough, you hope for that light at the end of the tunnel, right? It may seem so far away, but it's the thing that keeps driving you to push through.  I know the past few blog entries have been about the doom and gloom cold winter conditions.  I've been so down on myself about how the "running schedule" has been pretty much kicked to the curb... or at least severely modified.  In weeks past the "hopes" of getting to the predetermined mile mark was out there, but the results rarely matched up.  I felt I was letting Pina down after a run when we didn't get to point we wanted to and I felt upset at myself and hated the feelings after we "cut ourselves short".  I know that we said "Wow, we did all that in the snow, cold and wind" or that "we're getting stronger even if we didn't make our distance mark" but it still weighed heavy on my feelings of being successful at the Flower City Challenge Half Marathon.

Last week, I signed up for the Johnny's Running Of The Green, a festive 5 miler race happening this past Saturday. It was last minute. I needed to work out childcare that morning since my husband was already booked with getting in 16 miles for his marathon training.  I was so relieved and grateful being able to hook up with a new friend who was even able to coordinate a ride to the race for me. Jessica and I know each other from Library story time.  We are both members of "Rochester Mom's Run This Town" on facebook and she's becoming a great inspiration to me. We both have similar paces and deal with PF in our feet. I was so happy that she was going to be at the race. She was so motivating. She had a goal of running these 5 miles under a hour and five minutes.  She had set her watch (I believe) to give her a few chances to walk for a designated amount of time in order to meet her goal.  There was no way that I was going to stop her and even told her to "GOOOO" when we were on our last half mile of the race.  She ended up coming 4 minutes under her goal, and I was beyond excited for her. It was my first 5-mile race and was pretty excited to finish just over an hour. 

Next year, I'll beat that... 

Under and hour! 

Mark. My. Words!

The Sunday after the race the goal was 8 miles.  Another big milestone to achieve.  After the race on Saturday, I had so much confidence and motivation and was hoping it could carry me into Sunday's run. It was cooler than I had expected and we did battle some wind issues at times, but our path was CLEAR OF SNOW!! Pina and I met at the Tech Park and aimed to run a different route.  We even crossed Elmgrove road two times to dabble in the TSE parking lot and around the industrial loop.  The first 3 miles flew by. At mile 5, I started to feel fatigued, but there was NO STOPPING us at all.  Around mile 6, Pina gave me the most delicious "food break" I have ever had while running.  Some Date/Goji Berry energy bar with cacao and coconut flakes filled my taste buds. YUM! Holy cow, is that on my shopping list now.  (Wegmans Bulk dept for all that are reading and want to try).  When 8 was done, I felt something I hadn't in a while and wanted it to last for as long as it could.  I was so proud of us.  For Jessica, for Pina... we never looked back at and aimed high to complete the goals we set out to achieve this past weekend!

It dawned on me that I actually ran about a half marathon in distance in 24 hours. That is HUGE GAME CHANGER for me, mentally. I can't even express how badly I needed this weekend to end the way it did, and still two days later feelings of Sunday still linger.  I love it!

I owe so much to Jessica and Pina for being there this weekend for me. Running friends are the best! They really are amazing people and each have their own story on why they began to run. It's quite unique yet powerful and us runners are so lucky to be able to share it while earning more miles on our sneakers.

What moves me today? The feeling of improvement. I was looking back at some old posts in this blog and If we go back one year from this weekend, you'll get this blog post:

 Graduation Race Preview

What's funny is that I remember myself writing this post, crazy worried about running my first 5K... still experiencing the challenge of running for 3 minutes. It makes me realize how far I've come, and excited to see where I will be next St. Patty's Day weekend 2016.  And this feeling is exactly what I need to carry on with training for April 26th. 

FORTY DAYS AWAY... I can do this!

Dear Spring,

It is clearly evident that my husband and I are not the only ones ready for spring. This bitter Rochester winter has also hit hard on my 3 & 5 year old. The Strong Museum of Play, Rochester Museum and Science Center, play gym at the JCC, local mall fun areas and anywhere else that can allow them to run out their energy has reached its limit. As I sit here watching them run around in circles, trying to avoid scatter toys around our family room, I can't help but relate to their inner desire to just "break free" from these 4 walls.

I wonder if I gave them the chance to lace up their running shoes (and throw on their snowsuit, of course) if they would get more satisfaction out of a run outside in the snow than I have this whole month combined. The snow has been the biggest obstacle for me this winter. My feet are pretty sore after each run due to the wonderful plantar fasciitis that his hit my left foot something fierce. On top of the snow, I'm dodging cars who are sliding all over the road, praying they don't hit me.  It's just like how my 3 year old dodges his toy cars while he runs and jumps over them on the floor.

Cabin fever is at its boiling point in the Meyer household and I know I'm not alone. What stinks is that I hate talking about it with friends, and wish I found some enjoyment like the many I see posting pictures of trail running, snowshoeing, and any other winter sports they have been able to enjoy this past month. I wish I didn't feel so defeated by Mother Nature this year. Last year, during this exact season, was when I chose to begin my running journey. It didn't feel like this. It was exciting, even though I went through the emotions of hating running for even two minutes at times. I was running intervals and training my body to become a runner completely oblivious of the snow. (Granted, my feet were not of high concern at that time.)  I didn't mind the inconsistent levels, textures or inches of snow that crowded the sides of the streets. I didn't feel like an inconvenience to drivers who were trying to get home after their long day at work.  And I certainly didn't feel as stressed if I couldn't complete the "assigned homework" for the day. This year is different... doesn't Mother Nature know I have a half to be prepared for in April?  I was so naive a year ago and had my own issues of just sticking to the running program and homework. I know the weather tried throwing me some curve balls then, but I threw them right back! 

Now that I was able to get that out, lets end with a positive.  As I sit here, watching the kids play (and drive me to my breaking point... ) I need to take a deep breath and remind myself that Spring is out there, waiting to begin.  Somewhere underneath all that snow those seeds and buds are ready to start their beautiful transformation.  Those birds who are loving the South (like many of my family and friends who were able to escape the cold) will be coming back soon.  I'll need them so they can chirp as I run past them as I catch a nice breeze through my hair. Soon tulips and daffodils will show their pretty petals to the world.  Even sooner, my kids will be able to ESCAPE their unkempt play room and run free for as long as they're able to.  And before long, the strength I'm building during each trying workout, (or the strength I tell myself I have been building after each pounding step in the slush and snow) will all be worth it.... and I'll soon see the change that this hard winter has given me.  

One. Step. At. A. Time.

Alright Spring, we're here when you're ready...  

Love, The Meyer Family.

Thanks for reading!!!