My Foray Into Running

Somewhere around my 30th birthday in 2016, I decided to set a goal to run a half marathon before I turned 35.  Seemed like a reasonable goal.  I am not, nor have I ever been a “runner”.  (Track in middle school, training with cross country as part of our cheerleading workouts in high school, and a failed attempt at a “couch to 5k” program a few years ago notwithstanding since none of those really stuck with me or lasted all that long.)  I expressed this goal to my mother-in-law, who is an avid runner and LOVES marathons, (she ran the Boston Marathon in 2007 and has mentioned trying to train for it again) and she suggested that I try to see how far I could run and that we could train for a race together since, as she said, it’s always easier to train with a buddy and she’d been itching to train for another race.

Alright, I guess I’ll give it a shot. ::shrug::

So, in August of 2016 I went out and ran a solid 1.5 miles.  Okay, not terrible.  The only problem is that the race she wanted us to train for was a 20k, aka 12.4 miles.  Well, I’m over a tenth of the way there!  Gotta stay positive, right??  I wasn’t sure I was ready to bite off that kind of commitment yet, but also didn’t totally throw the idea out the window.

Not only was my MIL trying to turn me into a runner, she’d also suggested the idea of training for a race to my brother-in-law’s pregnant girlfriend.  After my nephew was born in January, she was all for it as a way to lose some of her “baby weight” (not that her early 20’s workout-a-holic body needed any help).  And so the commitment was made that we would train together to run a 20k in October.  That was plenty of time, right?  Yeah, sure…

Since I was officially committed, I got serious about working out and running, typically 4-5 times per week, which, again, is something I’ve never done, but after comparing some pictures of myself, I had gained some serious weight.  (Which, as a side note: no one can or will ever tell you!  There’s no nice way to say: hey, you got fat.  But man it would be great if someone would have told me!  I was totally in denial about my clothes not fitting anymore and I had all the excuses:  They must have shrunk in the dryer.  I am getting older, this tends to happen.  My 30-year-old body just isn’t made for this style anymore.  But anywho, I digress…)

I was trying to run at least a couple times a week, and workout the other three days because I knew I would need to strengthen my legs to get through this race.  Not only was it about 11 miles longer than I’d ever run, it was also a trail race, through a canyon.

My runs were typically pretty short: 1-2 miles, but slowly working my way up to my first goal of 3 miles.  I needed to get my legs used to running and I needed to get my breathing and heart rate under control (which is still an issue, but that’s a topic for another time).  Once I could hit 3 miles, the plan was for the 3 of us to start training together and slowly increase our distance since we had plenty of time (hah) to get up to 12.  Isn’t it funny how time flies sometimes?

By May I still wasn’t running all that far.  Most of my runs were still in the 1-2 mile range, with a few 3 milers scattered in here and there.  At some point along the way I realized I hated running with other people and broke off from our training group to start training on my own.  I was (and still am) at a point in my running where I’m not trying to win or really even race for time, I am just trying to make it through.  I tend to walk a good amount until my insanely high heart rate comes down and I want to run at my own pace without feeling like I’m either (a) slowing someone down or (b) working too hard to try to keep up with their pace.

I signed up for my first race, a 5k in my hometown, on a whim when I went to visit my parents over the 4th of July.  Yeah, a race in July, in Texas.  Great idea.  It was hot and humid and slow, but you know what?  I did it!  And the feeling of accomplishment was amazing!  My mom even signed up to walk the 3k, but then both my parents decided to do the full 5k, too!


I convinced my mom (who is an avid, fast walker) to sign up for another 5k in her hometown the first weekend in August.  Again, hot, humid, hilly (I had no idea Schulenburg had hills until I had to run them!), and slow (-er than the race in July), but I finished!


Sorry for posting this mom! 

My “long runs” were still only about 3 miles and we had somehow gotten within 3 months of our 20k!  Eek!! Time to focus on training and increasing distance!  I created a training plan for myself and decided that week-by-week I would increase my distance until I was where I needed to be!  By the end of September I was at 9 miles!

Now, don’t get any crazy ideas in your head that I am running 9 miles straight.  I am very much a part of the run/walk group and it works great for me for right now.  I would love to get to the point where I can go run 9 miles straight, but I’ve definitely got some stuff to work on before I get there.  I’d also looked up some tips for trail runs and one of the most prominent ones, especially for your first trail race, was walk the ups, run the downs and flats.  Since we were running in Palo Duro Canyon (the 2nd largest canyon in the US), I knew that would leave plenty of opportunity for me to take the walk breaks I needed.

But you know what?  I am actually enjoying it!  Guess I’m a runner now and it was time for my first long distance race!



Happy August Running!

I’m starting out this month right… already did 2 miles yesterday and another 2 miles today.  Which makes me want to set a mileage goal for this month of.. hmm.. let’s go for 30 miles!  A total of 15 days of running.  That’s definitely achievable!

Okay, so I didn’t run all 4 miles that I’ve done so far.  Yesterday I probably ran about a mile, maybe a little less and today, well… I maybe got about a 1/4-1/2 mile.  But today’s run was with the hubby and both dogs, which always makes things interesting.

Look at how adorable our running partners are though…

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Back to Running

Now that the bar exam is over, I’ve been able to get back to running.  It’s been rough but feels GREAT!

My first run back was Thursday and it was not easy.  My goal was to run 1 entire way around the pond by our apartment complex, which is about .6 miles.  Not far, but it’s been a month since my last run and it was hot and very sunny on Thursday.  I’m not sure how much of a difference it really makes but man, being a mile closer to the sun than I’m used to, it really does seem to beat down on you a little more.

Anywho, I didn’t make it around running the entire time, but I ended up running a total of 7 minutes.  It took me 18 minutes to get me around twice, so 1.2 miles.  Not fast, but I’m not going for fast.  Not now at least.  It just felt good to get back out there.  The heat definitely made a difference though.  Although I’m worried about getting out to run in the cold, I’m ready for fall.  Running in 60 or 70 degrees sounds much better than running in 90. Continue reading

Couch to Survivor Mud Run: Week Seven… sort of

Sometime during the middle of this week I realized I’ve become one of the runners who runs because they love to eat.  Yeah.  It’s true.  I got home from my run Thursday and had a cookie.  But hey, I just burned about 200 calories on the treadmill… I earned it, right?!

Don’t judge me.

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Couch to Survivor Mud Run: Week Six

Okay, so this week rocked.  Did my first trail run in my Vibrams and it was so much better than I had imagined: I had my first 2 days with no 5 minute warm up walk and each day increased by 2 minutes, so I was a little concerned.  I also used my walking time Wednesday and Friday to take some pictures like this one:

The trail was incredibly rocky in places and then just more dirt in some. I liked the challenge, it was almost a bit of an obstacle course trying to dodge the larger rocks.

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Couch to Survivor Mud Run: Week Four and a Half

So this one is week four and half because I unintentionally took the week off, with the exception of Monday.  If you read this post, you’ll understand why.

I had a BIG test on Friday (which I passed) so I spent my evenings studying rather than running.  Yes, I probably could have run, but Wednesday it was very rainy and then my test was Friday after work and by the time I got home, we went right out to celebrate.  Mmm… mexican food!

Saturday it was SUPER windy and Sunday, since the hubby had off, we went on some nice little off-road adventures.  (Check out my post about it here.)  Plus, with that huge fire that is burning in New Mexico, this weekend has been very smoky here and since I’d already screwed up most of the week, I figured I’d just start fresh Monday.

See, this was totally worth not going running on Sunday 🙂

Hope everyone else had a great week of running!

In case you missed my previous posts:

My Personal Challenge: Survivor Mud Run

Couch To Survivor Mud Run: Week One

Couch To Survivor Mud Run: Week Two

Couch To Survivor Mud Run: Week Three

Couch To Survivor Mud Run: Week Four