Breathe, Stretch, Shake- Let it Go!!

I had to give myself a couple of days to be able to sit down and write my wrap up without just spewing off how disappointed I am in myself.


That isn’t how I want to end this.  I can’t change what happened, but I can change the way I think about it.  So I am.  Slowly.

Running for the strongest woman I know- my Grandma<3

I’ll start with the race itself.  To be honest, besides the perfect weather, it didn’t even begin good.  I had a searing cramp that lingered in my upper stomach from the start for the first three miles that made it hard to breathe in all the way.  I was furious and tried channel it until it finally disappeared.  I got into a little bit of a groove until mile 13 when we split from the half marathoners.  Boy that finish line looked so good.  Uh oh, don’t think that, I thought.  I could tell at that point my legs weren’t where they were supposed to be.  I smiled at Emily (who is a freaking amazing runner herself) as I went by and then really tried to focus.  I caught up to the 3:35 pacer around mile 16 and worked hard to stay there, but around mile 18 my legs would not do it anymore.  I literally watched Boston run away from me as I ran slower and slower.  Then I watched the 3:45 go by…then 3:55.  I ran/walked the entire last 8 miles, defeated.

Philly15Mile 13- telling Emily I’m dying already!

Those last eight miles were awful.  I felt like I could barely even walk.  I became so thirsty I couldn’t stop drinking which in turn caused my stomach to slosh around.  I wanted to see Brian so bad- to just fall into his arms crying.  I literally pictured that. Then I thought of Grandma and how she’s told me she wants to give up on her chemo because she’s tired and we won’t let her.  I thought how my “fight” for finishing a race is absolutely nothing in comparison to what her body is fighting.  I ran for her. And in the last few miles I just wanted my babies.  I ran as fast as I could at the moment for the entire last mile- I needed them that bad.  It was so emotional for me.

When I crossed the finish line I could not even walk- my leg cramps were ridiculous.  I sat on the curb and took in my time of 4:06:03 and cried.  Not one other part of me hurt- just my legs and my ego.

Actually smiling- packet pick up!

Now I realize that if my biggest problem is not qualifying for Boston, things are pretty good.  In fact, 4:06 isn’t even a terrible time- if I had run that in Syracuse, I would have been happy with the PR.  Boston seemed like a crazy dream then.  But when I almost achieved it there, I guess I didn’t even consider not doing better next time.  I am always in competition with myself.

The worse part is that I know exactly what I did wrong.  I over-trained.  I kicked my ass in a half marathon race the week after a 20 mile run and my legs never recovered.  I should have never run that half because when I run a race, I put my heart into it.  I try to cross every finish line feeling absolutely spent and deliriously happy. If I am going to pay for a run, I’m going to give it my all.  That is how I finished Syracuse.  I did that in Corning- too close to race day. That is not how I finished in Philadelphia.  In the weeks of tapering, I swear I could feel my muscle tears repairing themselves little by little, but it just wasn’t enough time.

My legs were too exhausted to do what my mind and heart wanted because I didn’t train smart.

I do not take many risks- probably because I’m scared of setting myself up for disappointment.  I clearly don’t handle it well.  But how would we ever grow without facing challenges and setbacks?  I think I needed a little blow to the head (or more accurately, legs) to bring me back down to reality.  Things don’t always turn out like we want and that’s ok.

Pretending to smile- finished!

I am going to look positively at this and learn from it.  It obviously has taught me a huge lesson in training.  It has taught me a lot about myself as a runner.  It almost seemed like for a little while I was thinking “well I didn’t qualify so I might as well discount the entire thing.”  Like running 26.2 miles is just all in a day’s work- giving myself no credit for the time and effort I did put in.  I was being way too hard on myself and I had to let it go. I will have many more opportunities to make it happen- and it will someday.

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The day itself was perfect marathon conditions- cool but not cold, sunny, and dry.  In fact, the entire weekend was amazing.  We had a fantastic time in Philadelphia- it is a beautifully historic city and I am so happy I chose there to run.

The crowd was AWESOME, the course wonderful, and the fellow runners inspiring.  I was called many variations on my name (Jerma, Janice, and Joanna my favorites) which gave me some needed smiles.  And I keep laughing at the music a girl was blaring as I ran by her. I can only describe it as fairies playing the chimes.  I guess whatever pumps her up.

Anyways.  When I got home and could reflect through the pictures, I felt so much better.  I had let that one moment of sadness consume me for too long because there in the memories were happy smiles of myself and my family- the people who love me regardless of marathon times.  They just think it’s pretty cool I run and they get to reap the travel benefits.  Thank you to Brian, my babies, Hannah, and Emily/Nick for being there and just being wonderful.  And everyone who well-wished from afar.  I am so so so so so so so lucky to have the family and friends I have<3


So here ends another chapter of my marathon adventures.  Not the way I’d hoped, but still with a smile.  I finished my third marathon on Sunday and that is an accomplishment.  Congratulations to all the 8k, half marathon, and marathon finishers in Philadelphia this year- I’m grateful to have been among such great company.

Thanks to anyone who encouraged, supported, read, and ran with me along this journey- you keep me going!

Now I can finally relax.  Rest these weary legs.  Eat until my heart’s content.  Watch a little…

Oh wait.  B & C don’t rest just because their mom ran a marathon.  They steal the medal and run away from me.

Better go chase those babies…


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Until next time…


Plotting Kids, Tempo Runs, and Beans!

Happy Wednesday!!  I have decided there is a Murphy’s Law to having children and it is this:

The moment you wash your sheets, your children will deposit something that begins with “P” on them. 

Without fail.  This is how it happens.

Brother: “Ok, I know you’re not super hungry, but overfeed yourself and then, you know, let a little bit out right on Mom’s side.  Then I’ll get Dad’s and plus a little on Mom’s pillow just for a bonus because I love her.”
Sister: “Awesome idea, it’s a plan.  I’ll cry now so she feeds me.  WAHHHHHHH!”
Brother: “Muahahhaa”

There are few things I enjoy more than clean sheets.  Last night, after a beautiful washing, Charlotte decided to drink a bit too much and had to let the excess out all over my rainbow smelling, soft as cloud sheets.  This, as it always does, triggered Braxton’s weirdly sensitive gag reflex, and he joined in her sabotage.  Something similar happens every single time, almost immediately after said sheets are placed on the bed.  Note for next time: there is no such thing as clean sheets when you have children. 

It so nice for the 3 minutes it lasts, though!

But I mean, how could I be mad at these squishies?!

Onto today’s run!  After a kickboxing session with Jillian yesterday, I was not ready for a tempo run today because I like to add my own spice to my training schedule.  I’ll call it…Jeanninnamon.  I like it.  Today was seven miles, and it’s pretty hot out there.  What happened to that FALL I was so excited about?!  Anyways, I changed up the pace throughout the run as a challenge to myself.  I warmed up one mile, ran an 8 minute pace for two miles, ran between 7-7:30 pace for the next two, a marathon pace for the next, and cooled down the last.

When I do this kind of run, it is a heavy breathing, messy sounding, gross looking workout.  But I have to do it, because it will help me be a more efficient, and hopefully faster runner.  Thank GOD that is over until next week.

Speaking of clean sheets and tempo runs, what is a better meal to cook than Cuban rice and beans?  I cook meat for Brax and Bri a couple times a week, but the other days, they endure enjoy my plethora of bean, tofu, and quinoa recipes. The other night I made this because it was quick and easy and…beans!  Served with Naan bread and avocado, it was a good dinner honestly enjoyed by all parties.  Try it out on a night you’re in a hurry or really anytime you want.

Arroz Congri (Cuban Rice and Beans)







  • 2 tsp olive oil
  • 1/2 cup chopped green bell pepper, chopped
  • 1/2 cup chopped red bell pepper, chopped
  • small onion, chopped
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 cup uncooked long grain rice
  • 15 oz can black beans, I use Goya (don’t drain)
  • 1 1/2 cups water
  • 1/2 tsp cumin
  • 1 bay leaf
  • pinch oregano
  • salt and pepper to taste


1. In a heavy medium sized pot, heat oil on medium heat. Add onions, peppers and garlic and sauté until soft, about 4-5 minutes.

2. Add rice, beans, water, cumin, bay leaf, oregano and salt and pepper.

3. Simmer on medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, until the rice absorbs most of the water and just barely skims the top of the rice.

4. Cover, reduce heat to low, and simmer 20 minute (don’t peek). Make sure you have a good seal on your cover, the steam cooks the rice. After 20 minutes, shut flame off and let it sit, covered another 5 minutes (don’t open the lid).




12 Miles and The Joy of Being

Holy bananas, it is September!  Where has time gone?  I never imagined when I started this whole thing how much harder for me it was going to be to train for a marathon- and then to write about that training- this time around.  I have had so many intentions to come into here all throughout August.  Oh August, you are so busy with things.  The highlights:

1. The Hamptons Trip– I’d have talked about how much fun we had, how great it was spending time with Ash and Greg, my family, and relaxing.  Also how the beautiful run there (although an out-and-back) is one of my favorites.

2. Our 4 year Anniversary– This one would have focused on my doting love for my husband, how wonderful he is, and how truly lucky I am to have him.


3. Braxton’s 3rd Birthday– Probably would have been some nostalgic, bittersweet letter to him about how fast time flies and how proud of him I am and how I can’t believe how much I love him.  And also how three-year olds are crazy pants.  I still want to thank everyone who made his day so special<3


So that was August.  As for this marathon thing- I had actually been struggling this month with whether or not I even can do it.  How about I run the half, I thought.  Or just defer until next year.  Definitely forget Boston, it’s for babies anyways.

In my dream, I can efficiently be this mom who can raise two kids, run a marathon, qualify for Boston, keep the house spotless, sleep, make (healthy) dinner, work, write, cuddle my husband, go to church, relax, see everyone, spend endless hours giggling (never ever yelling) with my kids, teach them (and myself) Beethoven’s 9th on the piano, and smell good.  But all of that does not come easy for me, some aren’t possible, and I have to find shortcuts and sacrifices or ask for help to make the rest happen.  It’s harder than my pride wants to admit.

I could sit here and write all the excuses reasons I am doubting myself- two kids, time, my legs hurt, my Grandma, work, time, food, dogs, movies, shoes, spatulas, time, and so forth until I talk myself in a circle.  The truth is, it’s me.  It’s my motivation to train for this race.  I have been running the miles, but I feel kind of…meh.  Weekdays, I’m fine.  But on the weekends when I should get up early and get my run in, I find myself just wanting to wake up with my family and have breakfast with them and ruffle their hair (well, Brax and Bri’s- Charlotte is a cue ball).  By the time my run time rolls around, I want to run always, but I don’t feel like running that far- or being away from them for that long.  I have kept up with it, but with a mindset of I HAVE TO DO THIS,” it becomes a chore and loses the fun.  Training for a marathon becomes more of a forced thing than a choice and it discourages me big time.

My friend showed me a quote the other day.  It is definitely impossible for a Type A lady like me to always do this, but it resonated with me, because I don’t do it enough.  Behold:

joy of just being... Love Eckhart Tolle!! I have read most of his books....

I have been trying to practice this more in my own life, and bring it to my runs.  To just be in each one instead of worrying about the final destination.  That mindset led me to some fantastic runs this week that have restored my faith in my ability to run this marathon.

In the first, I took off my watch and just ran however far and fast I wanted. I decided to look for the signs of our impending Autumn along the way.  It was so freeing and I saw so much more than just those annoying numbers on my wrist.  Running was fun again!

Then I ran with my kids yesterday.  I was feeling like a pot boiling over Sunday morning stuck inside due to rain. Bri was working, Brax was ramming his monster trucks into everything, Lottie was fighting her nap, and the dog was chasing squirrels from window to window.  Even though I was planning on a cross day, I loaded them all up the minute I saw that rain stop and we ran.  The canal was empty, Char slept so peacefully, Brax and I talked, and the dog expended his endless energy.  And me?  I finished a completely different, happy, calm person.  Running was fun again!

And today’s 12 miles was…amazing!!  Despite it being hot and muggy, I ran in the moment.  I didn’t worry when my time dipped slower than I wanted, or whether or not the toys would be cleaned up and the dishes done by the time I got home.  I just ran and it was awesome.  Running is fun again!!

Later today, we went for a hike in Mendon and I consciously let go of everything and put my entire self into that moment.  We got lost.  And it was hilarious.  Braxton walked almost the entire thing because he is a rock star hiker boy. Charlotte sang to us.  Bri and Mac navigated the way and my sister helped with Braxton’s tired legs.  We laughed so much.  It was the best end to summer day I could have asked for.


Now, I certainly am not naive enough to think that I won’t come across these doubts again in this training, and in my life.  It doesn’t all come super easy to me, and I know I will sometimes become overwhelmed with all things life.  But now I hope I have a firmer grasp on exactly what I’m doing this for.  Yes, two kids is a lot different, but instead of seeing that as my excuse…I need to remember they are my reason. 

My reason to just be.

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see  -Henry David Thoreau

Fun Runs and Friends

This morning was my first official day of cross training.  I know a lot of people take it much more seriously, but a workout video is enough for me.  Jillian’s workouts are not easy, though.  I was up at five and completed a video in the comfort of my little living room- swearing at the tv, despising the weights, and sweating like a hog.  Such fun!  I feel faster already….

haha love her - Jillian Michaels I really need her to motivate me!!

This weekend was awesome because it included a whole bunch of favorite things.  My training schedule called for a 45 minute tempo run Saturday and six miles Sunday, but as much as I love running, I love running with my babies even more.  So I tweaked the plan to fit everything in while still getting some sleep.  I ran six miles Saturday evening and a 5k race on Sunday.

Sunday morning we all woke up and headed to Seneca Park for the Jungle Jog 5k and Kid’s Fun Run.  I signed up for the 5k because I figured Brax would be even more excited for his run if he watched Mommy run first.  ACTUALLY, my plan was to bring him along with me in the single jogger- but alas, Bri and I forget to bring any stroller in general with us.  So there we were carrying around both kids all the way from the zoo down to the race start.  Such planners, we are.  At least we didn’t forget our coffee!

The 5k went great- I pr’d by about 20 seconds, 22:25, which was a nice surprise.  But WAY more importantly was my amazing little Braxton’s run.  A few weeks ago, we bought him some new running shoes and asked him if he wanted to run his very own race.  Of COURSE he did!  I wasn’t sure if he’d clam up when the time came, but I thought he was ready to try it.  After my finish, he got his own little race bib and “warmed up” on his “course” for about a half an hour before they even gathered the kids together. When they lined up, he pushed me (literally) to walk over to the finish to wait for him, saying “I Ok, Mommy, GO! I gon to run!”  Then he practiced one more time:


They counted to three and off the kiddos went.  There are many moments as a parent when you are so overwhelmed with love and pride that it feels like your heart jumps into your throat and you have to hold back the tears.  This was one of them.  It was the shortest little race, but he ran his little heart out the entire way.  I was crazy proud of him for doing it.  He received a medal at the end and he was so happy, talking about it all day!  It was the best. I love when things go smoothly with no tantrums or trials.  Well, besides the no stroller thing.

Running comes so naturally to kids- watching all those little ones coming towards me with such eagerness and pure joy was pretty inspiring!  We finished our morning with a trip to the zoo with good friends and ice cream.  My little boy is a runner:)

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Now, I certainly would not force my kids to run…and they can play whatever sports they want, or none for that matter.  But right now, the fact that Braxton is so excited about running is awesome.  I’ll tweak my training schedule any day for that.

If you’re ever looking for something fun and free and healthy for your kids, look up a fun run, cheer on your babies, and cry along with me!!


One proud Mommy!

Another highlight of the weekend was for my best friend Ashley, who I’m honored has asked me to be her Matron of Honor.  Ash is probably the most selfless person I know, and I am so happy that she gets to finally do something for herself and her wonderful fiancé, Greg.  She deserves to have the most beautiful everything, especially marriage.  I am going to cry like a baby at this wedding and my speech will probably be a whole bunch of nonsensical sobs.  We were fitted for our bridesmaid dresses- it’s coming so fast- and had such a good time. We drank some fancy Mimosas, shopped, ate some lunch, and laughed a lot.  It’s so refreshing to spend time with friends and let the guard down for a little bit.  Not to mention getting to be on this journey with her to one of the most important days of her life.  Now if only I could get her to run with me…

Oh yeah, she is!!  In Philly!  She’s probably moments away from signing up for her first 8k as we speak…right, Ash?!

The beautiful bride to be, godmother to my son, and the best friend a girl could ask for<3

And of course, thanks to my fantastic sister for taking on two babies for me so I could be there.  My little runner boy and my already SEVEN month old girly!

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Happy Monday! 🙂

When You Want to Train for a Race…

Happy Belated Independence Day!!  I finally have time to sit down and write for a little bit!  BOTH kids are napping!  I’m sure I will pay for this later or something…

sleeping kiddos

I have a few friends who are planning on running in Philly with me- either the 8k or half marathon!!  I thought maybe I could offer some non-expert tips on training for a race for them and for anyone who wants to train for a race!

As far as my own training goes- Wednesday’s run was a five miler.  I took Thursday off and ran the Firecracker 4 miler (changed this year due to construction) yesterday here in Fairport.  It was SUCH a nice day for a run and I finished in 28:32!  My goal was 28 minutes, so I stayed pretty much on target.  I pushed myself hard on this hilly run, and I’m happy with that finish.  I finished fourth in my age group of 60!  I’ll take that:)

Today my plan called for a 45 minute Fartlek that I did not do.  Yesterday was a busy day- we didn’t get home until 11pm after the fireworks.  I wanted to sleep in this morning and spend it with my babies.  Plus I love getting them involved in my training as much as I can.  So after breakfast, we packed up and went for a very leisurely run around town to different destinations.

Brian “fixed” a problem on my double jogger, so now it’s actually worse than before and pulls to the right.  It was terrible- pushing with my right arm and pulling with my left to keep the damn thing straight, I’m pretty sure my right arm looks like the Hulk now.  Thanks, Babe!  I hope you find this sexy…

Anyyyways, we ran down to Perinton Park where Braxton played on the playground for a while and Char slept.  Then we ran back into town.  We have a tradition of going to the library and then the Red Bird Market.  Braxton, as always, got himself new books, some dry fruit crisps, and a juice.  I got an iced coffee and a chocolate marshmallow!!  Then we ran the canal home.  Such a good morning with two of my loves- babies and running.

So onto some tips if you want to train for your first race- whatever distance and whether you have kids or not, I think these all are applicable. I’M even still coming to terms with a lot of them.

1. There are going to be days when you don’t want to.

Run for the fun of it! If you're struggling to keep going, try to forget your goals and enjoy the process- Running is Fun!

Sure, there are times when you should still run when you kinda don’t want to, and you’ll  be SO glad you did (because when your mind says no, so will your body).  But sometimes you just plain don’t feel like doing what the plan says.  Like me today.  You’re not going to like something when you’re forced to do it, so don’t make it a stressor for you.  I don’t mean you can skip a 20 mile run if you’re training for a marathon, but every now and then, skip the plan and run for fun- however that fun is for you.  This also goes for unplanned things that happen in life that force you to skip or change a run.  A few deviations from your plan are not going to sabotage your race.

2.  There are going to be days when it sucks.

There will be days when you go out for your planned run, and it will go bad.  Maybe lots of them.  Running is hard.  That’s why is makes you so strong, and why everyone doesn’t do it.  But don’t let these days discourage you.  Even the best runners have bad days.  I used to get so upset when it went bad.  Ok, I still do.  But these things happen because we are human people and nothing is perfect.  A few bad days will not affect your goal, I promise.  They’ll make you LOVE the good days that much more.

3. Don’t go out too fast.

I know everyone doesn’t have a love affair with running. Sometimes it’s just a way to get in shape, and I understand that.  But that doesn’t mean you should run really fast just to get it over with.  You will have a really hard time finishing your run.  There are times you should push yourself, sure, but you have to run at your pace.  That might not be as fast as you want, but who cares.  I think the main goal for your first race is to finish it.  Go at a pace that you are comfortable with to get you as far as you need to go.

4. Don’t go too far too fast.

Don’t look at your plan and say, I can run more than this today.  You probably can, but too many miles too fast leads to injury.  I had a stress fracture from my first marathon training to prove it.  These plans are calculated for a reason. And if you think the plan is too easy for you, find a more advanced one and stick with it.

5. Listen to your body.

If you feel like you want to walk, walk.  Don’t feel bad about it.  Again, I’m not saying don’t push yourself, but you’re going to like running a whole lot better if you don’t feel like you’re going to die the entire time.  Take breaks if you have to.  Drink when you’re thirsty.  Take it easy if something hurts.  Our bodies are smart and they give us signs.  We just can’t be too stubborn or oblivious to listen to them.

6. People are not watching and judging and critiquing you.

How Phoebe runs.

This was a HUGE one for me when I started running alone.  I was super self-conscious and ran on the treadmill at home for a long time.  Let me tell you this:  If they even see you, NO one is thinking anything bad.  Anyone you pass by is one of these things:
– They are another runner and they are jealous, in a nice way, they are not out there running.  I do this every time I see someone running.
– They are not a runner and they are thinking how awesome you are that you are out there.
-They want to be a runner and you just inspired them to get out there and run.
– They literally are not looking at you at all and could care less.

7. Set Realistic Goals. 


Setting goals is super motivational and I’m a big fan of having them. But be realistic about it.  I would never have set Boston as my goal in my first marathon because I was nowhere near that.  Look at how you’ve been running, and set yourself a challenging, but attainable goal.  Celebrate the crap out it if you make it, but don’t be super bummed if you don’t.  There’s always next time.  It just keeps you coming back!

8. There are factors that you cannot change.


Like weather and the race course.  No matter what your goal is, be aware that can change in a minute.  If Philly ends up for some reason being a hot day rather than the cold one I’m planning on- I will put Boston of the plan.  It happens.

9. Don’t take it too seriously.






Running is so rewarding in many ways.  It’s a natural thing!  As long as you have a pair of shoes and some clothes- or not, you can run barefoot and naked if you want, I don’t judge- you can run.  One mile or 50 miles.  Above anything else, have fun, and you’ll enjoy yourself a lot more.

10. You will finish your race.

mud run finish

It might not go like you planned.  You could have a bad day, yes.  You might have to walk more than you wanted, or run slower than you planned.  But you could also have the best day ever.  Whatever the outcome- you 99% of the time will cross the finish line- and that in itself is the best accomplishment ever.

Well there you go, in a nutshell, things from experience I had to, and still have to, get over in my own running head.  I know I’ll probably post this and come up with some more non-expert advice to share, but this is a good start.  I absolutely love helping people if not love, then at least tolerate, running enough to try it. 

Set yourself a goal today and go for it!  I promise, you will be happy you did…at least when it’s over:)

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The people who keep me going and going and going.  Happy Fourth!!  I hope you and your families/friends all had the best weekend<3

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Toddler Temper Tantrums and Running: Eerily Similar

Most days, Brax is a happy little fellow.

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Like when he gets frozen yogurt w his equally happy father!

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Or when he’s hanging with Great Grandma, eating oranges, and hiking with his sweet sissy!

But sometimes, that orange smile is turned upside down.  He doesn’t have  TON of tantrums, but when he does, holy. bananas.  It usually happens just when I think, “Wow, it’s been a while since he’s had a…

How, you wonder, are running and tantrums in any way related?  Well, for one, they both take LOTS of endurance, muscles, and positive, calm thoughts.  On my part, that is.

Here’s what I mean.

Temper tantrums, I have observed, have two main levels in relation to running. In life, we always hear about the marathon and the sprint metaphor. Well, I am here to tell you this is also metaphor for the Toddler Temper Tantrum. I’ll call it the Triple T of horribleness.  Because three is WAY WORSE than two.  Terrible twos my foot. The road to threes have been simultaneously the most adorable, fascinating, fun, and challenging age so far for me.  I love how much he’s learning (for example, last night he learned how an entire tube of butt paste would look smeared all over himself), how much he’s talking, playing, and growing into a little man.  But the tantrums.  Oh.  The tantrums.  There are two main kinds:

How to Shut Down a Temper Tantrum. This is for "kids" of all ages! ;-)
A family picture during a Triple T

There is the Marathon Tantrum and the Sprint Tantrum.  And probably multiple variations of 5ks, 10ks, and half marathons.  But we’ll focus on the core two for now.

In the Marathon Tantrum, the child simply cries and whines for a very extended period of time. Braxton has gone on for close to an hour before. It might not be loud- sometimes it is as silent as the child laying on the floor in fetal position. There are few things to be done to get child out of this tantrum. Usually this type is caused by extreme fatigue and only will be cured by the sleep that comes after fighting child to do bedtime routine- usually omitting one portion (FINE, forget brushing your teeth tonight. They can all fall out.) just to move things along.

In the Sprint Tantrum, the child is extremely loud and ferocious…perhaps because their pants are actually shorts or they wanted the minion underwear, not the basketballs.  These really do not last long. Usually, they are caused by the child feeling out of control because they want something they cannot have or do something they cannot do. Child can often be over this quickly by a little bargaining, distraction, or child simply realizing this isn’t going to happen. But when this tantrum is in full swing- watch out and do not go in public. Unless it starts in public. Then you’re doomed.

Sprints and marathons and tantrums are all tough to go through.  You always feel pretty good when they’re over.  You feel accomplished when you get the tantrum to stop and when you’ve finished your run.  You’re always a little emotionally and physically drained.

I haven’t seen the physical benefit yet from the tantrums.  Unless I can count the few times I’ve had to carry my threenager kicking and screaming out of a store using every muscle in my body.  Also, I’m pretty sure his lungs are getting a six-pack.

Anatomy of a temper tantrum.....haha my son has this down to a art.

You see, running and tantrums are more similar than you ever thought!  And they both make us parents stronger people!  Thanks, kids!  Whether telling us to suck it up and run, or building our muscles in grocery stores, they’re just here to help!

Last night, he insisted on taking a walk in my shoes around the block, to the delight of many neighbors and myself.  I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.  He’s so freaking awesome most of the time, I’ll take a few tantrums.  (Just don’t ask me that when we’re in the middle of one…)

Running with Babies in the Belly

Today’s Training:  Fridays are for rest!!  Yesterday was a quick 3 miles around town.  Sometimes I love rest days, others I get mad at them because I kind of want to get up and run.  It’s like my coffee!  But, alas, the rest is important. So today I slept in and so did both babies!!  Bonus!

Fridays are also for strawberry picking!  Because what says “Welcome Summer” better?!

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So before I had actual babies to run around and strawberry pick with, I was running around pregnant with those babies.

Have you ever tried running with a basketball in your belly?  Well, I wouldn’t because you would probably look crazy.  With an actual baby in there, you look completely normal.  Just ask the people who stare at you like a circus clown!  Noo, it’s really not that bad, but sometimes it happened.  I will say- for every disapproving or questioning gaze, there was a “You Go Mama!!” as I ran by.

I have been very lucky in both my pregnancies in that both were healthy and went smoothly.  They were also both pretty different- but more than one being a boy and one a girl, I think it had more to do with the different seasons.

With Braxton, I felt queasy in the beginning and completely puffy by the end.  He was born in August and it was a hot summer.  I ran most of my pregnancy with him (it was a weird cramp during an early run that I was tipped off I may be pregnant), but I did slow down and cut the miles pretty early- and I gained more weight with him.  Because for as much as I run, I love ice cream about the same.  The only race I ran during my first pregnancy was the Lilac 5k with my cousin, Hannah, as her first race!  She was awesome, and that got the ball rolling for her:)

WIth Charlotte, I had MAJOR headaches in the beginning.  They were so bad, I would lay at my desk at work in the dark with my head down.  The first of probably many headaches a teenage girl is going to give me.  But she’s never going to grow up, so I don’t have to worry about that.  They were terrible and I was way too stubborn to take anything for them.  So I powered through until they stopped around 4 months.  I didn’t get as puffy, and I ran a LOT more with her.  I ran in the mornings through the headaches (most times, the run helped them go away for a little bit) and I even ran 2 miles the night I went into labor with her!  I did not really crazy worry about my weight gain, but I did gain about 10 pounds less my second pregnancy and felt so much healthier.

Running while pregnant wasn’t really a question for me.  Because I’m already a runner, it is totally safe.  The “keep your heart rate down” is old advice.  Our bodies are smart, and they’ll tell us when to slow down- basically, they make us.  It’s amazing how that works.  I was always careful, but I never felt off balance.  I embraced the belly as it grew, and I guess just adjusted my posture to accommodate it.  I didn’t pushed myself, I ran how I felt- again, that body telling me what I can do.  I was able to complete quite a few races with my girl along for the ride.  2013 proved for a good year of races without racing them!

March– I ran the Spring Forward 15k and actually did achieve a PR of 1:07:50!  And technicallyy, I was prego!  It was SO early I didn’t feel one symptom, but still, I can say I was!  I had found out the day before- so the PR probably came from pure excitement!

April– I ran the Seneca7 Relay with the Mendonites.  My legs totaled around 11 miles, I had a great running partner, and I felt fine.  The only downside was how tired I became as the day went on.  But it was a lot of fun, as things with this crazy group usually are:)

May– Lilac 5k and 10k- I ran them both.  The 5k took 24:02 and the 10k 51:11.  I felt good during both runs- I paced myself and didn’t push it one bit.  I remember that particular day this was really REALLY hard for me to wrap my mind around for some reason- DO NOT PUSH IT.  You have a baby in there and she (or he, I didn’t know) is busy growing!

I also ran the Corporate Challenge with work in May.  3.5 miles in 27:41.  It was a fun and crowded race with a giant storm at the end that I’m happy I outran!

June– The Ragnar Relay in Canada.  It’s was 24 hour relay with 12 people- my legs totaled about 16 miles.  That didn’t scare me.  Staying up all night did, and I was having the headaches most days leading up to it.  My bedtime was 9pm!  But remarkably, I didn’t get tired and I didn’t get one headache the entire time.  We slept a total of three hours that weekend in a hotel between legs.  I ran all my legs pretty smoothly (even the 3am pitch dark scary one ONLY because Brian came with me), and can honestly say this was one of the best times I’ve had.  My husband and I had a mini vacation, we ran, and we were with friends.  What could be better?!

July– Firecracker 5 miler and Boilermaker 15k.  I ran the 5 miler in 42 minutes- which I was ASTOUNDED by because it was fast for how I’d been running.  The summer was so muggy it felt like soup.  If the sun had been out that morning, I’d probably be writing a different story.

And the Boilermaker- I mean, come on, it’s the BOILERMAKER.  Too bad I couldn’t enjoy the beverages at the end that time around, but I ran it 1:20:50, an 8:40 pace.  I’ll take it!  15k is my favorite distance, and this is my favorite race.  The crowd support was what kept me trucking along, and I finished really happy and feeling great!  So did my awesome cousin, Hannah.  I’m so proud of her!  We’re doing it together again this year:)

September– I ran the Ovarian Cancer 5k in 27:18.  It was a good race for a great cause on a beautiful day.  So many friends were there, too.  And I was certainly showing by now.

I did stop longer runs around 7 months because I had a tiny “scare” with some bad pains in my belly and a fever that left me on the couch for a few days, and an extra visit to my midwife. It was just lot of false labor mixed with being sick, but it scared me enough that I wanted to take things easier.  After that, I just ran a few miles a day very slowly, usually decked out in Brian’s huge sweatshirts around the block.  I decided against my last planned race of the year, the Thanksgiving Day 10k- one I really was bummed about missing.

I honestly think these pregnancies, deliveries, and post partum went so smoothly partly due to running.  Any exercise in general, really, helps.  Running while pregnant is so great because I can relax while I do it- not worry about pace or distance or hill repeats or tempo runs and just enjoy the peanut growing.  It kept not only my body in some sort of shape, but definitely my mind.  I spent that quality time clearing my mind, talking to my little ones, and probably providing them with one kick ass rock to sleep:)  Now that said, I definitely had my bad and super uncomfortable “I am DONE with this, never EVER again” days- especially at the end.  But if I was having a bad day, a run almost always made me feel somewhat better- which is true all the time.  That, and ice cream- which also is true all of the time.

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Happy Weekend!!