The Fit Mom Life

Learning to live a life filled with FAITH, FAMILY, AND FITNESS

Week 2, what’s my goal?

Week 2 is almost in the books. Here are the consequences (good and bad) of training for this tri.

1. Every shower smells like chlorine. Whether I’ve swam on that day or not, as soon as water hits my hair, the smell of chlorine fills the shower.

2. I fell asleep in the car on the way home on date night. It was past 10pm and that’s my time to go ni-night. Sorry babe!

3. My laundry has increased. I do 2 loads of laundry every day (except Sunday), that seems like a lot for a family of 5, maybe not though…

4. My bible study time has suffered as it seems the kids are up a little earlier and hubs is now up early, so my quiet time is not so quiet.

5. I’ve met a lot of new people. Triathletes are kinds like parrotheads, they are their own interesting breed of people.

6. I’m eating a lot (especially on swim days) and don’t seem to be gaining weight, this is both good and bad.

I continue to battle the clock (not as in my speed during a workout, but as in finding time to complete the workout). I’ve gotten into a decent routine of waking up at 4:30 on Tu-Fr. This allows me to get to be the gym and be working out at 5am. After a bike or swim/run combo, I’m then able to get back home by 6:30-6:45 to do my bible study and chat with hubs before he leaves for work. I’m also squeezing in some crossfit 2-3 days/week as my strength training and that typically takes place in the evenings on Tu/Th/Su. I’m going to change this up a bit, as I’m going to move my long run/swim from Sunday to Monday. I’m missing too much family time on Sunday and could instead trade that out and get that workout done on Monday morning when the fam is still in bed. This will cause me to have to shorten the run a bit, but until the weather is warmer and I venture outside for a 6am job, this will have to do.

Yes it sounds like a lot and yes it kinda is. I was talking with hubs (ok, let’s call it what it was, i was griping) about not feeling like I was going to get all I could out of this since I’m not completing each workout in its entirety. His response, ‘well, what’s your goal? You said before it was just to finish.’ He spoke kindly and with patience, as he always does, and reminded me that I’m not here to win this thing. I took on this venture as a way to challenge myself and keep my workouts interesting. This week I started to let it get stressful and that is so not the point! I let it bother me that I didn’t complete the full workout (ie I dropped a portion of the swim or 10 mins off a run). I was overly concerned with how that would affect my performance race day. That over concern was taking the joy out of this process. I can train to finish in 5 hours (insert laughter here), or I can train to finish. In this season of my life, I’ve got a lot going on. And the things I choose to do should not give me stress, but joy. There will be plenty of things given to me in this life to stress me out, but this 1/2 IM will not be one of them. At least that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself over the next 18 weeks…


One week down, 19 to go!

I made it through my fist week! One down, 19 to go, YIPEE! The next 19 weeks, will look pretty similar to this past week.

Monday – Rest

Tuesday – Bike

Wednesday – Swim and Run

Thursday – Bike

Friday – Swim and Run

Saturday – Long Bike

Sunday – Long Swim and Run

That will pretty much be my workout life for the next 19 weeks, so I’m going to use these first few weeks to work on my planning skills. The run, my favorite part is the one that suffered most this last week. Wednesdays run was supposed to be 40 mins, I only did 30. Fridays run was supposed to be 40 mins, I only did 20. Sundays run was supposed to be 55 mins and I did not even run. I did do a crossfit workout, but it’s still not a run. Time was not on my side, I was racing against a 24 hour clock and I lost, so I squeezed in what I could and got on with the rest. A stomach bug ravaged 60% of our house (Lewis, Me, Sam), another 20% (Mia) got a raging cold and to top it off, the dog had an abscessed tooth extracted, so she’s needing some extra attention too. I have to be a mom/wife first and then this workout stuff comes later, so my actual completed training time reflected that and that’s ok.

This training did finally get me back into the pool. It had been 3, or was it 4, or maybe 5 months since my last swim. I was pleasantly surprised by my return. I had half feared I wouldn’t be able to make it 100 yards without gasping for air, but the stroke came back easily and it was like I had never taken any time off. I wasn’t fast before, so my turtle pace was right on target. I had 3 swims this week with the long one being Sunday at 1800m total (that included a 300 warm-up and 300 cool down). It felt good. I had borrowed hubs goggles, because mine were leaking and destroying my eyeballs. His worked much better and I plan to continue to borrow them for as long as he lets me. The am spin classes work well time wise. It’s just figuring out the run! I’m confident once the weather improves and we start gaining more daylight hours, I’ll work them in much easier.

My big realization for the week, this is going to be tough. I’m not talking about the workouts. I didn’t mind my 2 hour spin class, or the 45 minute swim, I’m talking about finding TIME for the workouts. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy the workouts themselves. The big problem that will plague the next 19 weeks is time. I can’t seem to find enough of it in each day. This will be a balancing act that I’m quite sure will not be balanced most weeks. It will not deter me though. As long as I can remain a servant to God, Jason can continue to say he’s ‘happily married’, and my kids are fed/dressed/mostly clean and know who I am, then this will all work.


Day 1 to my first Half Ironman

Today is the first day of my half Ironman training. It’s a 20 week training program, starting today (2/25) and ending July 13. I got my training plan from the sports community I’m part of (JCL Sports) and am looking really forward to see how I’ll do over the next 5 months.

I must say though, I started out a little rough. Saturday morning, my oldest woke me up saying he didn’t feel well, he proved this when he proceeded to empty his stomach all over the bathroom. This all happened before 7 am, fortunately, he was feeling better the rest of the day, but the GI bug had been released into our home. Despite my best efforts (aka spraying Lysol on everything), the bug won and found its way into my immune system. By noon Saturday, I wanted to curl up in a ball, the day got worse and worse and I spent all day Saturday and Sunday in bed feeling miserable. It’s Monday though and day 1 of my training. The good news is that Monday’s are the only full rest day on the calendar each week. This provides great recovery for me since this is the first day I’ve been vertical in 2 days.

The training plan covers my physical activity, but food is just as much a part of this training, so I’m going to try very hard to enter all my food over the next 20 weeks in my fitness pal.  I’ve used this app off/on for the past couple years and it has helped me with some weight loss and in just making better food choices. Since most restaurants don’t list calories on their menu, I can enter a food in my fitness pal and then better decide which is the healthier choice. My hope is this will help me to be more conscious of my food choices and choose the best fuel for my body.

We are about to enter a busy season in life, so planning and preparation are going to be key to my physical/mental/spiritual health over the next few months. Jason starts a new job next week which is exciting for our family, but it will take him away from the home during those work hours. It will be a transition for all of us, but we will work through it, as we feel this job will be a great fit for our family. I’m continuing with my morning bible study (via The Hello Mornings Challenge), reading The Story with our church, and continuing with my own little book of the month club and reading one book a month. This month’s read is Made to Crave and I’m only halfway through, better step up my game! Hubs starts his Ironman training soon (for Ironman Florida), Lewis starts his first season of baseball, Sam will be registering for kindergarten for the fall and doodlebug is just a busy little BEAST! (She is by far our busiest child, a whole blog could be created on the adventures of raising that fantastic little girl.)

But, I am thankful for the busy, thankful for the crumbs, thankful for the mess, thankful for the serving, thankful for the family, thankful for my health. Nothing like being in bed for 2 days to REALLY help you appreciate health and wellness, I cannot wait for my next run/bike/swim/crossfitWOD as it will remind me that God has given me the gift of health. I don’t want to abuse or misuse or take it for granted, it’s a gift.

Let the adventure begin….

To Paleo or not to Paleo

Most people start their diet/exercise resolutions on January 1st. This sounds wonderful to my OCD/over-organizing brain as it gives a nice clean start date. However, I didn’t do that this year. I had registered for a scrapbooking event that is the first weekend in January and you don’t have control over the food at this place and I wanted to just have one last hurrah, so I decided to start after that weekend. Thus, January 7th became the ‘new-me-day.’  I am new to Crossfit and have been working out with a friend and her trainer husband three days a week. Well, if you know much about Crossfit, you soon learn more about the Paleo diet. Those Crossfitters love Paleo as much as they love Crossfit. I read a lot, reviewed a lot, read more and then decided that I would just try it for a month. For the month of January (starting on 1/7), I’ll be on a Paleo diet. It’s all new to me and frankly I think I’m on a Paleo diet, but there are a lot of do’s/don’ts to this plan, so I may have accidentally eaten something forbidden (gasp).

Why go Paloe, well here are some of the benefits they claim:

-reverse diabetes

-feel younger

-lower blood pressure

-lower blood glucose

-get off prescription medications

-have less pain

-have more energy

-lose weight

-gain muscle

-have better digestion

-have beautiful skin

-go through life with a clearer head

The first six don’t really apply to me or my goals, but the last six are right up my alley. Now, I don’t really struggle with my digestion or low energy or a foggy head, but who doesn’t want to improve on those things. I will be a big supporter of Paleo if I do end up changing my  body composition (less fat, more muscle) and if my skin clears up! Going through my 30’s has been as damaging to my skin as my teen years, YIKES!

I didn’t take my measurements, so won’t be able to tell how may inches I will have (hopefully) lost, nor did I do a fit test. You’re supposed to do a series of exercises before and after so you can check your progress. I did check my weight because that was the simplest of the before/after tasks and everything else from there will just be judged on how I feel. My pre-weight on Monday 1/7/13 morning was 136 lbs. Yes, I had packed on a few pounds over the holidays and yes I was ok with that, knowing I would be coming back strong.

It’s only day 4 on this Paleo plan and so far so good, however, it’s only day 4. I also started my training for the Sam Costa quarter marathon this week. Most running plans call for 3 days of running, but I’m going to make yet another change and only do 2. I’m going to do one interval run and one tempo (race pace) run and the other 3 days I’ll do Crossfit. I’ll also maybe toss in a weekly yoga class. We’ll see if this type of schedule works. If it does, I’ll do something similar for the mini in May, if it bombs, then I’ll revert back to 2 short runs and 1 long run.

If anyone is interested in what Paleo looks like, here’s what it has looked like to me so far…


Breakfast: 1 scrambled egg, 1 turkey sausage

Snack: 1 banana with 1 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk (make a smoothie in blender)

Lunch: 1 cup bell peppers, 4oz chicken breast

Snack: 2 slices of bacon (it was leftover and we were cleaning out the fridge)

Dinner: brussel sprouts (17.5 to be exact, I know, dont’ mock me)

Snack: 1 banana with 1 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk (make a smoothie in blender)



Breakfast: 1 scrambled egg

Snack: 1 banana with 1 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk (make a smoothie in blender)

Lunch: 3 oz salmon, 1 tomato

Dinner: 6 oz tilapia with mango/avocado/tomato salsa

Snack: 1 banana with 2 TBSP almond butter



Breakfast: 1 scrambled egg, 2 turkey sausage

Snack: 1 banana with 1 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk (make a smoothie in blender)

Lunch: brussel sprouts and 4 oz salmon

Snack: apple

Dinner: 4 oz chicken with mango/avocado/tomato salsa

Snack: 2 TBSP almond butter


Now, I am working on weight loss, so I am watching my calories and yes I was way too low on calories on Monday and was even short again on Tuesday. This is not my goal, I’m not trying to starve myself, it’s a learning curve and I’m learning.

2013, the year of the goals

I’m not a fan of New Years Resolutions, never have been. They seem to be something more you say you’ll do, but never have any intention of keeping or working towards. However, as I’m looking into 2013, I’m resolving to do A LOT. I’m calling 2013, the year of the goals. (I feel that should be said with a very dramatic voice and loud, thundering music, makes it much more impressive.) Without further ado, here are the goals for 2013….

-Run the Sam Costa quarter marathon (March) in 54 minutes

-Run the MiniMarathon (May) in under 2 hours (my previous mini time was 2:12 and monumental half time was 2:07)

-Complete the Muncie Half Ironman (July)

-Drop 10 lbs

-Stop biting my nails entirely (I have 7 out of 10 grown out)

-Read 12 books (One a month)

-Wake up at 6am (daily) to read God’s word

Overall, on 1/1/14, I want to look back and be better then, than I am today and I think these physical and spiritual health goals will get me there. I have a whole other list of to do’s that I hope to get done in 2013, but I’m going to focus on these goals to get my year started.

It sounds fun already!

Thankfull for forgiveness

It is the fourth Thursday in November, it is Thanksgiving 2012. The boys are upstairs playing legos, Mia is napping, Jason is working out, and here I sit thinking about what I am most thankful for. Our family will be heading to my aunt’s house in Muncie in a few hours to spend the day with my family. There will be eating, laughter, hopefully a walk in this gorgeous weather, more eating, and lots of talking.

I have a list that is never-ending of the things I am thankful for. So how is it then that I found myself having a fit over my daughter’s fit this morning. There she is crying and making this nonstop whining sound that we cannot get to stop and there I was griping about her incessant whining to the point I not so lovingly carried her upstairs, put her in bed and demanded she take a nap. How can I go from being super mom with kindness and love and patience to this person that I wouldn’t allow to babysit my kids?!? I honestly didn’t think she was tired nor needed a nap, but the only way to get a time out from a 17 month old is to put her in her crib. I thought she’d sit in there a couple minutes with her paci and blankie, find her happy place and then I’d get her back out. Well, to my surprise, she’s snoozing. She was crying/fussy/whining because she wanted to go to sleep. Or maybe, after my hissy fit, she preferred the quietness of her room over being with me. Either way, it brought me to remember what I am most thankful for…forgiveness.

I will be forgiven for my fit I threw this morning because of a sinless God that died on a cross for me. He knew I wasn’t strong enough, He knew I would fail, He knew the only thing that made me worthy of forgiveness was Him. 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18,Be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.’ I failed on all 3 counts of this scripture this morning.I was not joyful, I was angry. I did not pray, I griped. I was not thankful, I complained. I needed a grown up time out this morning. I needed quiet time to reflect on my behavior, apologize to my Father for my actions and ask for forgiveness. He forgives me, so freely, so easily.

One of my favorite songs lately is ‘One Thing Remains’, by Kristian Stanfill. Beyond thankful that His love never fails it never gives up it never runs out on me.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Fat stole my joy

Going to start this post with a warning. I am a woman about to talk about her weight. If this topic doesn’t interest you, you may want to click on over to another topic. I know women whining about their weight is as cliché as it gets, but I had an ah-ha moment today and wanted to share it.

Have you ever read something and just felt total conviction. You let the words wash over you and just knew that you were wrong. I had one of those moments this morning. I read a blog post by a friend of mine and she had a little home decor item with a phrase that said ‘She knew that when her affection was set on things above that nothing could steal her joy.’(Giving due props to my friend, you can check out her blog here

I run this fine balance between trying to be fit and trying to fit in. Being fit is my biblical view, it’s what I feel God wants of me. He wants me to treat my body with the respect it deserves. I am fearfully and wonderfully made and I need to act like it. Trying to fit in is a world view, wanting my body to look good compared to others. Wanting a body/shape that is not necessarily envied, but gives something for others to aspire towards. There is a BIG difference between these two. BIG, B-I-G, B to the I to the G, BIG. When I workout, I feel good about myself, my jeans fit well, I eat better food, I have more energy, I’m kinder to my family, I just feel better. However, all that can be stolen in an instant if I step on the scale. I can have all those positive feelings and love the way I look, but if I get on the scale and the weight reflects even a pound over where I want to be (or at least where I think I want to be), then my joy is stolen. Bottom line, I let fat steal my joy. How ridiculous is that?!?

I frequently tell my kids to choose joy. We assess their situation, why they are disappointed, what they wish would be the reality instead and then I ask that they choose joy. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they let their circumstances define their mood, but I encourage them to choose joy despite the circumstance. So, with that sound bit of parenting advice, why did I find myself staring at a scale and being disappointed in myself. I wasn’t choosing joy, I wasn’t focusing on my God above, but instead on my body below. The moment I shifted my focus upwards, I again felt those happy feelings come flooding over me again. I’m so thankful to have the Holy Spirit in me to give me that conviction that I very much needed. John 10:10 says, ‘The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” I let the thief in this morning and let him steal my joy. But I am a forgiven and cared for by a Father that gave me a Savior that reminds me to look up and make a joyful noise. Amen!

On to workout news, after the marathon I took almost a full week off. I did a very mild 30 minute spin and upper body workout on Friday and then went on my first post marathon run on Saturday. I did 4 miles and it was awesome, my fastest time ever! It wasn’t so much awesome because of the time (though that always helps), it was more that it just felt really good to be out running again…and only running 4 miles:) Then this week I started doing crossfit workouts. Due to the kindness of a neighbor who is a crossfit trainer, he is offering to train his wife and me 3 days a week. His garage is set up like a crossfit gym (as least that’s what I’m told since I’ve never actually been to a CF gym). I’ve done 2 workouts this week so far, and like them. I love change and this CF stuff is all new to me, so I’m enjoying the season of change. Plus it gives me a workout friend and accountability which is always nice. Also, I bought a new bathing suit (on clearance, WOOHOO), so I can now be getting back into the pool to add some variety to my workouts.

Lots of other thoughts on my mind, but don’t want this post to be all over the place, so will sign off for now. Happy Wednesday!

Mission Marathon…COMPLETE

I did it, I ran my first marathon. The stats are…1703 out of 2865 participants, 108th in my age group, average pace 9:51 and finish time of 4:18:25. There was a lot more to those 26.2 miles than what those numbers reflect though. I’ll try to narrow down my thoughts from start to finish.

Race day started with my best friend (yes I’m referring to my awesome husband), getting up early with me. He kept adding layer upon layer of clothes, packed a backpack of spare clothes, gloves, raincoat, etc. Then loaded his bike in the car and off we went. He’s my biggest cheerleader and the one fan I want to see at the end of any race.

It was cold, in the low 30’s. Which overall is good race weather, the forecast had 30% chance of rain, but I wasn’t really concerned because no matter what it showed, I would be running. The race start was packed and I couldn’t make my way up to the pace group (9:33) I wanted to run with. So I settled to start a little farther back, I think I was around the 10+ pace group. The gun went off and it took me about 4-5 minutes to reach the start line. I started out feeling good, tons of spectators to encourage. Saw hubs 2-3 times in those first 3 miles, it was great. Since I was chasing the pace group, my first mile was too fast, 8:35. Then I continued the chase and was at 9:11 for mile 2, this started to concern me because everything I’d read said start slow, don’t ruin your race by going out too strong. I got with the pace group around mile 3 and they were running a little fast, in the 9:20’s instead of 9:30’s. I know 10 second doesn’t sound like much, but for 26.2 it adds up.

The first mile was so long! The next few went by quickly and then the half and full marathon split at mile 7, I remember thinking it was separating the full crazies from the half crazies. I spent a decent amount of time praying and another chunk of time looking around and thinking, “WHERE AM I?!?” Apparently, I need to get out of the Carmel/Westfield area because there were many times I had no idea where I was. I hit the halfway mark of 13.1 in Broadripple and was at 2:04, I felt really good about this since it meant I was right on to hit my goal for the day. I was taking water every 3 miles at the aid stations (I know that’s not enough and yes I need to work on my hydration while running). I took one power gel an hour in and then a 2nd at 2 hours. I had a third on my race belt and had planned to take that at 3 hours in, but around mile 16 I got hungry. The gel did not sound good, I wanted something to eat, so I started thinking about mile 18. They set up a runners buffet at mile 18 that has gel, blocks, pretzels, bananas, snickers and I’m sure there was other stuff there, but all I could think about were the snickers. I spent 2 miles thinking about a fun size snickers. My hunger grew and so did my fantasizing about said snickers bar. I finally made it to mile 18 and stopped to walk while taking a drink of water and grab 2 glorious snickers bars. I tucked one bar in the palm of my glove and started right back running and eating that fun size candy bar like a rabbit. I was taking very small nibbles from it, almost testing it to make sure it would agree with my stomach.  In no part during my training did I use a snickers as fuel, so this was going to be an experiment. I thought it would either be a great idea, or I would be walking the last 8 miles of the day due to abdominal cramping. Well, it turned out to be a great idea! It gave me a rush of sugar and I ran the next mile back on my goal pace again. I had long since lost my pace group. I remember seeing them pull farther and farther away and thinking they must be running faster because I have not slowed down! I passed mile 18 and 19 with the help of that candy bar and was relieved thinking I had not hit a wall yet, I was still anxious about hitting that wall around mile 20. Miles 20-23 were lonely. It’s a desolate part of the course, not many spectators and boy was it silent. Many runners were not feeling good at this point and had stopped talking and smiling and were just focused on putting one foot in front of the other without cramping. Around mile 23 we turned down Meridian and just before I crossed the bridge, I see my wonderful hubs waving to me. I was sooo thiristy at this point, my tank was dry! I stopped to get a hug and kiss and steal a drink of his water. He rode his bike alongside me for the next couple miles which was a great distraction.

The best part of the race was not the finish, but the last mile. Before hubs peeled off to meet me at the finish, I jokingly said to him, ‘does this race ever end?’ There were 2 women running near me at the time and one of them said, ‘this is the time you soak up because you may never do this again.’ WOW. What profound words to come from a stranger at mile 25 that I so needed to hear. Her words slapped me in the face and I totally soaked up that last mile. I was sprinting to the finish with a big smile on my face, waving to my friends who had come down to support me and cheer me on. I appreciated the moment, my moment, and I no longer longed for the finish line. I let that last 1.2 miles just soak in and it was pure awesomeness. Oh and my ‘sprinting’ at the end, I would have sworn I was running an 8 something minute mile, I just knew I was flying…umm turns out it was more like a 10:05, it sure felt fast though.

About a minute after I finished, a downpour broke open. It sprinkled some during the race and it sleeted twice. I think it was around mile 20ish that it sleeted pretty significantly. I didn’t mind it while running because it was a distraction, something else to focus on for a bit. I actually thought more about my poor husband riding his bike and freezing in the sleet. I mean I was running so I wasn’t cold, but he was just spectating, so that would be chilly. The rain that started at the end was pretty heavy though. I stopped running, got my medal, tried to get a bottle of water and it just started raining. I grabbed a wet bagel and went for cover with hubs and our friends. The ran didn’t last long, but boy did my heart and prayers go out to those on the course. Many people were either walking or doing a combo run/walk and with that amount of rain, they were now wet and walking in 30 degree temps, not ideal conditions.

It was about 20 minutes after I stopped running that a chill set in. I ate my bagel, chugged some water, talked and layered on some clothes.  By the time we checked my official finish time (which I could not believe was 4:18, I so thought I was going to get 4:15), my hands were shaking and wouldn’t stop, so we decided to head home. In the car, I had one of Mia’s spare blankets wrapped around my legs, the heat on full blast on my side of car and was still cold. Hubs suggested I take my wet shirt off and he gave me his sweatshirt and that felt so much better! I got a hot shower at home, followed by a warm cup of coffee. I spent the rest of the day tired. I really wanted a nap, but the timing just didn’t work in our day, so I powered through. I was fairly useless in my parenting, leaving most of the work up to Jason. I finished the day recovering with some Pizza King, a glass of Moscato, and snoring on the couch.

I don’t feel totally satisfied with my marathon experience since I didn’t reach my goal time. I really wanted 4:10 and I think I trained well enough to get it. But, it was my first marathon, I know things now that I can use the next time. That’s right folks, I said next time. There will likely be another marathon in my future. Did I love it enough that it’s going to be my thing, like a marathon a year? Um, no. But it did challenge me and it’s something I know I can improve on, so I’ll likely take the plunge again sometime. I’m going to finish out 2012 just working out, maintaining some level of fitness through the holidays and then come January will think about my goals for 2013. It’s quite possible that the half Ironman in Muncie will be on my 2013 agenda.

Also, I’ll need to resume my role as head cheerleader for team Kaufman as hubs signed up for Ironman Florida this morning, so mark your calendars November 2nd, 2013!

One more week…

This is it. The marathon is one week away. I ran my last long(er) run of 8 miles and tried to just make it an easy run. I kept telling my self to slow down, make it an easy 8 miles. That phrase I repeated frequently, easy 8 miles. I finished with a 9:06 pace, which is well below my marathon goal pace of 9:30. The run felt good, the same nagging hip pain that’s bothered me the past month or so, but nothing that bad. I have this final week to rest and run very low mileage. So, how am I feeling, am I ready?

I guess I’ll be able to answer that question next Saturday night. I find I’m questioning everything about my training, did I do enough, should I have run more, run faster. Why wasn’t I disciplined enough to just complete the entire training program as it is outlined? Am I going to have to, (gasp)…..walk?!? All that questioning and all that doubt, that’s why I’m doing a marathon. Satan loves to sit and stew in my insecurity, evil little pot stirrer. It’s ok that those questions come up, but my response is what really counts. Do I let them infiltrate my spirit for the next week or do I cast them aside and get back to living? I choose to trash them, doubt/fear pops up and I’m plucking it out of my brain and leaving more room for other thoughts, thoughts that are more worth my time.

I’m excited for the race to be here and to actually run 26.2 miles. I’m already thinking about the next great goal, hmmm…..what will it be?

Week 16 – 2 weeks away

The 20 miler is complete! That was the longest mileage I’ve ever run and the longest I will run before the marathon. From here on out the mileage tapers down to prepare me for race day. Don’t be fooled by the word ‘taper’ though. My week consists of two 4 mile runs and a 12 this weekend. A 12 mile run is now considered a short(er) run. It is crazy how your perspective changes when you change your goals.

Ok, confession time. I’m struggling to look at this marathon as something big, something that not everyone has done or will do. It stems from hubs and many of his friends having completed an Ironman. I’m only doing 1/3 of what they did that day, so of course I should be able to do it and do it with ease. I mean, I didn’t swim 2 miles and bike 112 miles prior to running, so why can’t I rock out a marathon. Not only should I be able to do it, but I should be able to have a good pace. I’m 35, in good health, have had the time to devote to the training, so why am I not running it easily in sub 4 hours. I’m not a naturally gifted athlete, but anyone can get faster if you train well and just endure a little pain right? Oh, wait a minute what was that last part…endure a little pain. Hmm, that doesn’t sound very fun…my 4 hour plus marathon is looking better and better. “Embrace the suck” is I believe a military catchphrase by origin, however entered our world through Ironman champ Chris McCormack. He used that phrase when describing triathlon and hubs used it as motivation some days during his training. I tried to use it, but it’s just not natural to me. I’m a bit like a 2 yo when it comes to embracing it, I tend to turn away and say ‘no’ or ‘I don’t wanna’.

So, what’s the big takeaway…be out of your comfort zone. I’m not competitive, never have been. I’m so not competitive that I’ve even called myself a quitter. Now, not in a derogatory, feel bad for myself kind of way, but in an ‘oh well-move-on-to-the-next-cause-I-don’t-wanna-do-this-anymore’ kinda way. Running fast (or faster) isn’t comfortable. Running 26.2 miles won’t be comfortable. But who said life should be comfortable? Living in this fallen world shouldn’t be comfortable. Christ’s death on the cross for my sins was not comfortable. He could have turned away and said ‘no, I don’t wanna.’ Fortunately for us, he did not.  His life for mine. The righteous for the unrighteous. He chose to endure the pain.

I just have to remind myself that I’m doing all this for God. I want a healthy body because an unhealthy one is a distraction. God’s got a lot of work he needs done here on earth and I can’t be unfit, I owe Him more than that. I need to be able to physically tackle whatever and wherever He sends me. I can’t control my DNA and risk for heart disease based on genetics, nor whether I’ll get most cancers, but I can control my weight, exercise and the food I put in my body as fuel.

Running 26.2 miles is my way of taking control and it’s going to be uncomfortable greatness!

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