This picture. This was me talking myself out of running today. I was completely dressed, earbuds in, and I was so tired and grumpy that I was coming up with excuse after excuse why NOT to run. I could name them but they are boring.
But what kept creeping into my head were stories like this. And this. I don't want to be the person in the race who collapses or needs to step out or gets injured. I also know that the only way I'm going to finish CIM without injury is to put in the work. Which means running even on days when you'd rather be doing absolutely anything else.
Right before I walked out the door, I mumbled something about not wanting to run and Jon reminded me, "yeah, but you're doing it." Which made me feel good. Then he said "That's what David Goggins did." If you don't know who David Goggins is, you should read up on him. He talks about how he hates running, yet he knows he has to do it to remain at the fitness level he wants. He's a bad*ss.
Normally even when I really DON'T want to run, at around mile 2 or 3 the endorphins kick in and my mood improves. But today it never happened. It felt like running through mud the entire time. This usually means I'm not hydrated enough and, today, it was probably also a result of too little sleep. The big slumber party was a blast but the boys were up LATE and I was up early to make them pancakes.
I'm actually glad I ran -- there is something so very satisfying about crossing off the miles on my calendar. Then I got a burst of energy and cleaned out our linen closet and my jewelry. Croc enjoyed dressing up with it and pretending he was a unicorn by using our disgusting dirty vacuum attachment.
It was really foggy during the run and I did it a lot later than I usually do -- 5pm instead of before lunch. I cut through some trails at one point and had an uneasy feeling when I realized how secluded it had become. That got me thinking about running safety. Jon taught me a few very basic self defense moves and he occasionally uses me as a guinea pig when he's trying out a new jiu jitsu move, but realistically I don't know how prepared I'd be if I was faced with a situation where I had to defend myself.
So I've done the legwork for you and put together some tips I found:
I know there are a bunch more like take a defense class, wear pepper spray, and run in well populated places. Any other tips you have out there?
We took all the kids to the park this morning after pancakes. The playground near our house has been under renovation for YEARS and just finally opened so it is a hotbed of activity. Croc decided to take a nap right there in the middle of the toddler area. It looked so good I joined him.
There is an animal drop-off bin near the lake in the park. Our family calls it the critter crate (only in my head it's spelled kritter krate because that's how I picture a kid would spell it on a sign). We check it several times a week to see if we can spot a turtle or snake but have NEVER found anything inside. If I were a more motivated mom I would carry out the plan I've had in my mind for years which is to get Jon to hide near the crate with rubber snakes and plant them inside before we check it. I love practical jokes! And my kids inherited this gene -- we have an uncomfortable supply of fake butter teeth, whoopee cushions, plastic throw up, and hand buzzers.
As I was wading through the bath toy landmine that is my tub so I could rinse off after my run, I noticed something on my arm. It was skin tag. Sweet. But apparently this is something that happens when you turn 40. Here are other things I had no idea would happen:
Are you in or approaching your 40s? What changes have you noticed?
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