3 miles on the treadmill….
They felt a little like the below picture though:) The nausea stuff is still happening throughout the day but that wasn’t the problem on the treadmill… I just realized it might be a longer road back to building back up my strength/endurance again. But that is okay. I’m ready for a challenge (while at the same time putting my health first and following what my doctor/coach tells me to do).
I felt like I was served up a big ol’ slice of humble pie during those three miles. Just a few weeks ago I was POSITIVE I was going to bust out a sub 3 marathon and then yesterday I was D.O.N.E at three miles. But through everything I really do feel like I’ve learned a lot about myself the last few weeks and the struggles make us who we want to be… when things are easy I get too lazy about progressing in life so I need some hills to climb periodically.
Brooke snuggled with her pink blanket that my mom gave to her when she was a baby while I ran. It is by far her favorite possession on the planet.
PS Brooke has started running with her sippy cup to make sure she stays adequately hydrated. Maybe she’ll also start running with some swedish fish to chomp on for energy just like I used to do a few years ago:)
Wednesday = Brooke’s favorite day of the week.
My beautiful mama and I ate Kneaders while watching her twirl/hop/skip/front roll/trampolinify/dance. I just love her.
She took us up to Tibble Fork Reservoir. I don’t know how in the world I have never been here before but we will be back often.
Gymnastics day means that Brooke wants to go to bed for the night by 6 pm. The extra cuddling is good for my stomach.
Here’s my question. I think that stress really has most definitely played a part with what is going on with my body these days. Like it all finally caught up with me—> the mind and body are so connected. I’ve had some stressful situations over the years (this last month being one of them) but I really don’t think it is the amount of stress (because everyone has a ton of stress going on at all times and their bodies don’t explode like mine did) but maybe my perception of different stressors is where the problem is at. I think I worry myself too much at night when I should be asleep (I may have learned that from my mom;) over certain things and I am trying to figure out how to handle stress better now. Running most definitely helps me to destress/see things from a better perspective but I think I need to add in some other things too and would love to hear what you do:) I need to remember that worrying about things (the weekends when Brooke is gone are the worst with this…) aren’t going to help the situation and I just need to take a step back and realize it is all going to be okay.
I may have shared this quote before but it is currently my computer wallpaper because I need it:
How do you shut your brain off and destress (besides running:) a bit each day? Is this an easy or hard thing for you to do?
Do you run with water or do you rely on drinking fountains or do you wait till you get home to grab a drink?
Parents reading—> do your kiddos have a blanket/stuffed animal that they are obsessed with? How long have they had it?
How did your last run go?