5 days until the St. Michael’s 5k.
I haven’t run a 5k in 8 months. I’m nervous. More than I was for the half marathons.
The runs over the last few weeks have been faster. It gives me a tiny bit of confidence. That little bit makes me nervous. I have an expectation. Expectations mean there is a chance for disappointment. My brain needs to stop over-thinking. Deep Breath. Woosah.
I’ve made a deal with myself. As if there isn’t enough self pressure. Pile it on. That’s what I say.
If I PR on Saturday, I sign up for the Baltimore Marathon when I get home.
That’s kind of like a reward right? Only runners would think of a grueling, painful, 4-5 hours of running, 26 miles as a reward.
What kind of rewards do you promise yourself to get through tough runs or races?
I had what I thought was the perfect equation.
running + crunches = ABRB (Amazing Beach Ready Belly)
It didn’t happen.
More miles. More Crunches. Same Belly…hmm.
After I had Little D there were a few of us at work doing the P90X series. To put it simply, it was amazing. Yes, it was hard. Yes, I wanted to quit. The results and the feeling I had were amazing.
I searched and searched for Ab Ripper X (ab workout from the P90X Series). Junk Draw…TV Cabinet…End Tables… Couldn’t find it anywhere. BUT I did find 10-Minute Trainer. Cue singing choir.
So I’ve been doing this 10 minute ab workout for a month. Better results. Not where I want to be.
Help me out Internet!
What do you do to get the amazing abs? Food Suggestions? Exercise Suggestions? Bring it on!
I’m enjoying the running time I’ve had recently.
Not stressing over a missed run or the pace.
My 5k is in a couple and a half weeks. I have a goal. Only two people know it. I haven’t decided whether I should put it out there or not. Maybe…Probably…
Have I mentioned I’m really decisive.
Running has really become an event in our house. Every night Little D wants to know when we are running. He grabs the water bottles. He even sits patiently waiting for his turn.
Don’t worry. I’m right behind him. And yes he’s in PJ bottoms. Don’t judge
We finish up with our regular ab routine. That plank is still tough for him but he’ll get it soon enough.
Olympian in training right there. Along with pro soccer, pro football and pro lacrosse. Oh and star academic. He’s kind of a big deal.
I know all of us feel that way about our children. It tickles me that he takes an interest in what Mommy is doing. Love.
Is running family time in your home?
I bought a new running “outfit” from Lululemon yesterday.
I love the styles. I hate the price.
It takes a lot for me to pull the trigger on a purchase there. I could go to the UA Factory Store a mile from my house and buy 5x as many pieces. But they wouldn’t be as cute. And as I’m running along you know everyone is thinking about how cute my shorts are. Right? RIGHT!
I justified this purchase. Both the shorts (Speed Short) and the top (Cardio Kick Tank) were on sale. I use that term loosely when talking about Lulu. $44 for shorts cannot be classified as a sale. Just Saying.
Despite the cost I’m stoked for them to be here and try them out. I’m always the type to wear my new clothes immediately! They won’t be as cute in a week…duh.
How do you feel about forking over that kind of cash for running clothes?
There’s a saying at my office. “Filling my bucket”.
I love it.
I Can’t Stop Saying It.
I have people in my life that fill up my bucket. Some more than others. Some in different ways.
I have people in my life that kick over my bucket. I’m pretty sure not on purpose.
My goal everyday is to help fill up everyone’s bucket. It could be something as small as a smile and a wave while I’m walking through the office in the morning. Or maybe a small comment “You look really nice today”. I’ve even gone as far as giving up my cup of coffee (blasphemy)
The more I fill up other people’s buckets the more I fill my bucket!
So to everyone that helps fill my bucket everyday. Thank you <3 I hope that I fill your bucket in return. And to those who don’t…well screw you! I hope someone kicks your bucket into the street…that was a joke…kind of