Friday, September 25, 2009

Confession.....

I have a confession to make. It might be quite shocking. But the truth is, I love the treadmill.



My friend Walter calls it the "dreadmill". The Fitnessista refers to it as the revolving apparatus of death. However, as much as I do love being outside, as much as I love discovering new places by foot, I do love the treadmill as well.

Consider the treadmill to be the most honest friend that you have. No matter how hard the truth is sometimes, the treadmill will make you face it. You cannot underestimate how much you run or how fast you are going. It is there in front of you, and there is no fudging it.

But, your honest friend also reminds you of your good qualities when you are down. As you know from the blog, I am down in the dumps about my lack of running goal lately. I tend to be a slacker when I don't have a goal. This week, I have had two awesome treadmill runs at 7.8 for 5 miles. I remember when I could not do 6.0 for 1 mile; seeing that is like the treadmill giving me a high 5.

I know I am crazy, but really, I do love that mill.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Centering Myself

Today was a crazy day back at work after the holiday weekend. Our new interns whom I supervise started today, I was the on call counselor and with travel looming next week, I felt like I had a million small things that needed to be organized. I spent the morning plowing through things, and I was happy with my progress as noon approached.

I had brought my sneakers today just in case. I thought it might be one of those days when I left this morning, one of those days in which I would need the freedom and joy of a lunchtime jog. So, I headed out, and what a refresher it was. Never does a run fail to clear my head, to make my so called problems seem somewhat minor in the grand scheme of things.

One of my thoughts while I was out is how off the exercise wagon I have fallen. As I have mentioned before, I am a very goal centered person, which is often why I am training for some race. Motivation is my true center. I do not have any immediate race goals right now, but I want that fire in me. So, I have decided to create a yoga challenge for myself.

I know that seems ironic- yoga challenge. But, the thing is I love yoga and I simply don't make the time for it. Really, I love going to the studio, working through the asanas and then resting so gloriously during the shivasana. Namaste indeed! However, I skip out on it ALL THE TIME because I make the excuse that I do not have the time to get to the studio or have the time to give an hour and a half that the class requires.

Thus, yoga challenge- for one week, I need to do twenty minutes of yoga a day. I decided to start tonight. I downloaded a podcast of Paul Farmer's class, and I laid out my mat and started it. Obviously, for me, it was not as good as being lead through class by an experienced instructor in an environment where the community feel is encompassing. But, it is a start. If busy parents can figure out how to pursue their passions, I hope I can carve out a small portion of my day for it.

I am trying to get back to my center, and yoga is a great way to start.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Return to the Blog....

Well, it has been about six weeks since I last blogged. I have to admit that it is soley due to a lack of motivation, writing and running wise. I do not have my begineer running group to keep me inspired, and I decided not to run a fall marathon. I hate, hate, hate running in the heat, and it is nice not to be fretting how to fit in forty plus miles a week.

I still have been running, but mainly for my own enjoyment. Bill and I ran a few races this summer. We ran our second annual Falmouth Road Race in support of the MS Cure Fund. Despite running terribly in Nantucket the week before, we managed to run it it about 56 minutes. It was super crowded for the first three miles, so I am suprised we picked it up so much at the end. My friend Joanna ran with us the whole time, so we were a happy little group.



My excitement level is building though as the temperatures are dropping. Running in the fall in New England is simply heaven to me. Nothing is better than running in shorts and a long sleeve, while the fallen leaves crisp under one's sneakers. But for now, I am content with the cooler temperatures, and I have jumpstarted my running with a few local races. I am excited to do my usual preprep for marathon training, where I work in the few months before I actually start to get myself back into marathon training shape.

I love little local road races though, and running in them are such a good way to test my fitness. Today, Joanna, her brother PJ, his girlfriend Julie and I ran in the Nantasket Seaside 4 Miler. It is a small race with only a bit over 300 runners, but it was full of crowd support. Joanna and PJ's family turned out to support us, and her dad Paul is one of my favorite people ever. So, to see Paul twice during a race was rather awesome! Joanna and I ran together until three miles, when she totally left me in her dust! Go Joanna! The cool part was that she ended up winning her age division, her cousin Sean won his and yours truly ended up winning hers. We all received gift certificates from the Greater Boston Running Company and a rousing ovation from the entire McCann clan.

I have not been excited about running lately, but today renewed my enthusiasm for the sport. Running with friends is a blessing and a blast, and having the ability to run is an even greater gift.