It’s Not About the Pace

“It’s not about the pace”…that’s the text I got from my husband during the middle of my run yesterday when I texted him complaining that I was going so slow. 

Ever since having my baby 6 months ago I’ve really struggled with getting back in to shape. I’m finally at a place where I feel I’m being consistent with my workouts, but some days it just feels like my running is NOT improving. Yesterday was one of those days. 

I took off on my run about 4:30 pm. It was hot outside, but I had to go then or I wasn’t going go. I decided I would run down to Wheeler Farm, make 2 loops of the trail & then run back. It equaled 3.16 miles. 

I felt strong on my run to the farm. But my pace wasn’t showing it. Then when I started on the trails, I was just hot. The heat was getting to me. I was slowing down even more.

After the first loop I made a potty break & got more water & sent my husband a text telling him this workout was kicking my ass. That’s when he told me it’s not about the pace. 

That reminded me of something one of the founders of the Idiots Running Club said once. He said it’s not about the pace. It’s about the effort. It’s not your pace that gets you through a 100 mile run. It’s the effort you’ve put in to your training.

I ended my run & had an average pace of 15:32/mile. I know if I do weights more, that will help improve my running. 

My next couple of runs are going to be on the treadmill so I can work on my speed. 

Pat On the Back

I’m really wanting to blog more. I want this to be an outlet for me. I get too caught up in my day & my family that I forget to write & then when I do remember to write, it’s 9:30 pm & I’ve got a sleeping baby in my arms. That’s not very conducive to writing. Lol. 

I read a blog the other day & she had a link to a document that gives you a prompt on what to write every day. So I thought, no better time than to start now. 

Today’s prompt was to write about someone you’re proud of. 

I’m really proud of my son & daughter. Like I’ve mentioned before, they’re technically not my kids, but I have more of an influence on them than their mother, and from day 1, I’ve just referred to them as my kids. 

I’m proud of them because they didn’t come from the best environment. They were neglected, abused, etc. Don’t get me wrong, they still have their issues. They always will. But they’ve come a looooong ways. They’ve still got a long ways to go & improve, but they’ve improved alot too. 

B doesn’t have melt downs about stupid stuff as much any more (he had a meltdown over a donut once) & he’s better at controlling his anger. 

T has come leaps & bounds in her school work. When we got her, she was in 6th grade & was on a 2nd grade reading level. She’s now going in to 9th grade & is between a 6th & 7th grade reading level. By the time she graduates high school she will be completely caught up. She LOVES to read now. So much so that I have to tell her to put the book down & do her other homework too. 

Both kids have put on more weight. They were insanely under weight when we got them. They’re still picky eaters, but I sure hope one day they’ll expand their minds & try new things. 

We definitely have our days that are battles, but I’m super proud of them too. 

Mom Time

Mom Time…when & where do I find it?

About a month ago, my husband got put on graveyard shift until Sept. It’s taking a toll on me. I have NO time to myself. When I get home from work, I have a 13 yr old, 11 yr old & 3 month old to take care of. No, the 13 yr old & 11 yr old are not able to take care of themselves.

On my husband’s days off, the kids are either at their bio mom’s house or at school.

I try & use my workout time as my “me” time, but my 11 yr old son likes to go running with me & I want to encourage that activity. Plus it’s time for me & him to be together & just have fun.

But…I’m desperate for some “me” time. But I don’t have the funds to go do anything or take my kids to a sitter.

What do you do for “me” time? How do you find the time for it?

No More Soda

I’ve got to get serious about my training again. Part of that means eating better. Half of that battle is getting my family on board with that.

Because my husband works graveyards and I have a baby at home that still doesn’t sleep through the night, caffeine is our BEST friend. We usually reach for a can of soda. Well, starting today, no more carbonation for me. I’m putting my foot down.

No soda

No more soda for me.

Instead I will enjoy a hot cup of coffee every morning. So, now that it’s on my blog, I HAVE to do it and be held accountable for it, correct?

Cup of Joe

So, since it’s on my blog, that means I have to stick to it and be held accountable for it, right?

Do you drink soda? What about coffee?


I’m already trying to set goals to keep me motivated to do my workouts.

Back in 2013 I did my first 1/2 Ironman and I LOVED it. My ultimate goal is to do a full Ironman.

I hope I’m not being too optimistic, but I feel like I’m bouncing back to running and biking fairly well, after not doing it for almost a year. So, I’m thinking in 2017 I want to do the St. George 70.3 and then in 2018 attempt my first Ironman (not sure which one).

I’ve got plenty of time to train for both races. But, it was brought up last night, that it does take A LOT of time to train for a 1/2 and full Ironman. My friend compared it to having a second job for 3-4 months. With currently having a 2 1/2 month old in the house, am I being unrealistic about wanting to do a 1/2 Ironman next year? I’ve held down 2 jobs at once before and our family seems to do ok. Do we like it? No. But it’s what we had to do at the time, so we did it.

I brought this up to my husband last night and he said ok, but I’m not sure he fully understands the time commitment it will take.

What are your thoughts/opinions on all of this? Have you trained for a 70.3 or 140.6 with small children at home?

Taking It to the Streets

Yesterday I had my first run outside in over a year. It took ALOT for me to get out there.

As I’ve said in earlier posts I deal with anxiety & depression. I take meds that help control it, but sometimes a certain incident will trigger it & I’ll have a TERRIBLE anxiety attack. That happened yesterday about 3:30 p.m.

Lately I’ve been running on the treadmill at my apartment complex to help with my speed. I find that is the best way to build my speed. But with my anxiety yesterday, the treadmill just wasn’t an option.

My anxiety yesterday felt like it paralyzed me. All I could do was lie in bed & cover my whole body with a blanket & cry & move my legs like with restless leg syndrome. I knew that working out would help my anxiety, but getting past the anxiety & out the door was a whole different story.

I posted on Facebook about how I was having an anxiety attack & I got all sorts of encouragement. Thank you to all that provided it. But one person that gave me encouragement is what got me out the door.

My friend Dave is currently in a rehab center because a couple of weeks ago he was diagnosed with Guillan-Barre Syndrome. He lost ALL strength in his legs. He’s basically having to learn to walk again. He posts about his progress & everything on Facebook daily & he is SO positive about the whole situation. He commented on my post last night & gave me words of encouragement. It was like a light bulb went off in my head. If he can be positive & get through GB Syndrome, I can get through this anxiety attack & go run. And that’s exactly what I did.

It happened to be my best run so far since coming back. I ran 3 miles at a 12:20 pace. There were 2 killer hills on my route too. I’ve still got LOTS of room to improve, but I’m doing better than I thought I would be.

Do you get anxiety attacks? If so, how do you deal/cope with them?

Back In the Saddle

Literally & figuratively, I’m back in the saddle again. This happened tonight:


Tomorrow will be 8 wks since I gave birth & my c section incision STILL isn’t healed (but that’s another post). But I finally got the okay from my doctor to start doing lower body workouts.

I REALLY want to run, but the doc said that while my incision is still healing that’s a no go. But I can go walking & ride my bike on the trainer. So that’s exactly what I did tonight.

I rode my bike for 30 min. Until my incision is completely healed I will max my workouts out at 30 min. I kept my bike in one of the easiest gears & it wore me out. I’ve got a LOOOOONG ways to go to get back to where I was pre-baby.

When I got done with the 30 min, I was tired, sweaty, weak & shakey, but you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m so glad to be back in the saddle!


This picture doesn't do it justice, but I l was SO sweaty & tired.