I had a list of page numbers of quotes I liked from the Courage to Run (I think) which I didn't finish before we left Las Vegas. The pink sticky note keeps popping up so I figured if I typed them here I could throw away the dang thing!
Page/Paragraph
14: 3, last
15: 1
21: last
21: 2nd last, last
35: 2nd last
38: 2, 3, last
40: 4, 5
42: 1
39: *program
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Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
thinking time
3 miles (1 mile each way, plus about a mile around park jogging trail)
8:50-9:40 a.m. (12 min. out, 13 min. around jogging trail, 10 min. home)
High 80's (best guess; didn't check, but it sure felt hot by the time I got home!)
Bird Park (Ian chased the birds and played on the playground and in the sand for a few minutes before Cooper was getting tired; luckily Coop fell asleep on the run home.)
I am beginning to realize that running is a metaphor for life. The same difficulties with attitude I am having getting myself out to run are the same ones I have about cleaning my house, or playing with my boys, or investing in relationships. I really am afraid that I sound like the biggest pessimist, but honestly, I kind of am. I know I am, but out running today it really hit me that I need to make some changes. I knew that. But it really hit me hard today. I got out pretty easily today and while running was thinking about how often I drag my feet about doing things, whether it's running or cleaning or taking time for the people I really care about. As I was running I thought how good it felt and realized that's how other areas of my life are too--that when I will take time for them, even if begrudgingly at first, I do enjoy it and it really benefits me and others.
I added another sidebar list for races I've run. I'm really embarrassed almost, that I can only put two on there. I swear there have to be more! But I only have two t-shirts so that sadly is probably true so far. I have had a funny attitude about running and exercise. Not to blame this on my parents or not take responsibility for my personal choices, but exercise was never something my family emphasized. I started running track in junior high (my friend tried to get me to join in 7th grade; I ran the first day and never went back, at least not that year). I ran from 8th-11th grade. I remember talking to two senior girls who I ran with throughout my senior year. I asked if she was running at Ricks when she went there in the fall, but she said no, she'd just keep up running on her own. I distinctly remember being perplexed by this; why would she keep running if she wasn't running on a team? How dumb I was and how long it's taken me to get over that silly mind myth (if you'd like to know more about these, let me know).
I thought I was too busy my senior year to run, which was unfortunate. My coach really tried to get me to run, but I didn't. Thinking back to my senior year (which has been even more so the last few days, since my little sister Andrea just graduated from PGHS last week, 8 years after me!) I was a mess. I felt so bogged down with all the things I was involved in and remember when I was about ready to dropped by AP English and AP Calculus classes because I could not handle everything I was involved in (then I aced a Calculus test and decided maybe I wasn't doing as poorly as I felt like I was...LOL), that there is no way I could have fit in track, too. But you know--I should have, because I think some physical exercise would have helped a lot during that time when I was so stressed and feeling so down and depressed. My coach also tried to get me to do cross country in high school, but I never would. It is sad to me that I had such a funky attitude about running, and even exercise in general. After graduation I would go to the track and run some mornings, and then my freshman year I would run once in awhile with friends from the dorms, but overall, I really had a bad attitude about running. Even when I had friends who wanted to go and tried to get me out there, I still fought it. After Chris and I got married I fought him when he wanted to go for walks. I ask him why we didn't exercise more together and he says because I always got mad at him when he asked; and he's right. I was "so" busy with school that I let things that could have helped and made life happier not be a part of my life. Then I got pregnant and was busy with Ian, then I got pregnant....I had really wanted to run during my second pregnancy and was geared up for it (ran two races in March, not knowing I was pregnant) but then just couldn't keep it up during the pregnancy 'cause I didn't really have that good of base prior to getting pregnant. Then in is weather excuses, postpartum, too busy--whatever--I can usually come up with what I think are some pretty good ones. I was worried about running here in Vegas with the heat (we'll still how that goes when it does actually get hot down here), with the boys in the stroller, etc. I do wish I could run on my own or find a running buddy, or figure out a way to get out more with Chris. Those are just some things I am working on right now, that I think would help things. So I am really hoping to start some lasting habits now that will continue on, no matter what stage of life I am in or where we're living.
I realized on my run this morning what they mean about running being more mental than physical. I think I have a lot to learn about this, but I think if I am able to do that in running, it will be a huge blessing to every facet of my life, especially as a mother and wife.
I didn't get a run in yesterday. My family was in town and left that morning and I honestly just didn't even try to. Chris and I talked about going for a run for FHE that night, but he took Ian swimming before dinner, then we did a short FHE and bedtime. I'll really like it when I "freak out" and can't stand the idea of not getting a daily run in! Not that I want to base my life or day around it, but when it becomes vital to me feeling sane and enjoying my day, I look forward to that.
8:50-9:40 a.m. (12 min. out, 13 min. around jogging trail, 10 min. home)
High 80's (best guess; didn't check, but it sure felt hot by the time I got home!)
Bird Park (Ian chased the birds and played on the playground and in the sand for a few minutes before Cooper was getting tired; luckily Coop fell asleep on the run home.)
I am beginning to realize that running is a metaphor for life. The same difficulties with attitude I am having getting myself out to run are the same ones I have about cleaning my house, or playing with my boys, or investing in relationships. I really am afraid that I sound like the biggest pessimist, but honestly, I kind of am. I know I am, but out running today it really hit me that I need to make some changes. I knew that. But it really hit me hard today. I got out pretty easily today and while running was thinking about how often I drag my feet about doing things, whether it's running or cleaning or taking time for the people I really care about. As I was running I thought how good it felt and realized that's how other areas of my life are too--that when I will take time for them, even if begrudgingly at first, I do enjoy it and it really benefits me and others.
I added another sidebar list for races I've run. I'm really embarrassed almost, that I can only put two on there. I swear there have to be more! But I only have two t-shirts so that sadly is probably true so far. I have had a funny attitude about running and exercise. Not to blame this on my parents or not take responsibility for my personal choices, but exercise was never something my family emphasized. I started running track in junior high (my friend tried to get me to join in 7th grade; I ran the first day and never went back, at least not that year). I ran from 8th-11th grade. I remember talking to two senior girls who I ran with throughout my senior year. I asked if she was running at Ricks when she went there in the fall, but she said no, she'd just keep up running on her own. I distinctly remember being perplexed by this; why would she keep running if she wasn't running on a team? How dumb I was and how long it's taken me to get over that silly mind myth (if you'd like to know more about these, let me know).
I thought I was too busy my senior year to run, which was unfortunate. My coach really tried to get me to run, but I didn't. Thinking back to my senior year (which has been even more so the last few days, since my little sister Andrea just graduated from PGHS last week, 8 years after me!) I was a mess. I felt so bogged down with all the things I was involved in and remember when I was about ready to dropped by AP English and AP Calculus classes because I could not handle everything I was involved in (then I aced a Calculus test and decided maybe I wasn't doing as poorly as I felt like I was...LOL), that there is no way I could have fit in track, too. But you know--I should have, because I think some physical exercise would have helped a lot during that time when I was so stressed and feeling so down and depressed. My coach also tried to get me to do cross country in high school, but I never would. It is sad to me that I had such a funky attitude about running, and even exercise in general. After graduation I would go to the track and run some mornings, and then my freshman year I would run once in awhile with friends from the dorms, but overall, I really had a bad attitude about running. Even when I had friends who wanted to go and tried to get me out there, I still fought it. After Chris and I got married I fought him when he wanted to go for walks. I ask him why we didn't exercise more together and he says because I always got mad at him when he asked; and he's right. I was "so" busy with school that I let things that could have helped and made life happier not be a part of my life. Then I got pregnant and was busy with Ian, then I got pregnant....I had really wanted to run during my second pregnancy and was geared up for it (ran two races in March, not knowing I was pregnant) but then just couldn't keep it up during the pregnancy 'cause I didn't really have that good of base prior to getting pregnant. Then in is weather excuses, postpartum, too busy--whatever--I can usually come up with what I think are some pretty good ones. I was worried about running here in Vegas with the heat (we'll still how that goes when it does actually get hot down here), with the boys in the stroller, etc. I do wish I could run on my own or find a running buddy, or figure out a way to get out more with Chris. Those are just some things I am working on right now, that I think would help things. So I am really hoping to start some lasting habits now that will continue on, no matter what stage of life I am in or where we're living.
I realized on my run this morning what they mean about running being more mental than physical. I think I have a lot to learn about this, but I think if I am able to do that in running, it will be a huge blessing to every facet of my life, especially as a mother and wife.
I didn't get a run in yesterday. My family was in town and left that morning and I honestly just didn't even try to. Chris and I talked about going for a run for FHE that night, but he took Ian swimming before dinner, then we did a short FHE and bedtime. I'll really like it when I "freak out" and can't stand the idea of not getting a daily run in! Not that I want to base my life or day around it, but when it becomes vital to me feeling sane and enjoying my day, I look forward to that.
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