I'm so Freaking Cold!!!!

Even though this is killing my OCD ways, I am going out of chronological order to bring this sad and disturbing announcement, IT'S SO FREAKING COLD HERE!!!


I'm so freaking cold, this has been my over used statement for the past two weeks. When the weather changes here in Central Illinois it changes for the worse and stays worse for the next four to five months.
It becomes a wasteland of bare trees, brown colored grass, snowy and icy streets and gray colored skies.
It can be very depressing. In keeping with honesty I had two days last week that ended in tears because it was so yucky outside I seriously just could not handle it.
Being new to running, I had wondered when enjoying my 75 degree sunny running days how I was going to fare running when the weather turned. Well my conclusion was that it wasn't going to be good but it was going to be doable. Guess what, I was 100 percent right on with my assessment.
Running in the cold sucks, literally it sucks. It sucks the breath out of your lungs, the warmth out of your body, the tears out of your eyes and the snot right out of your nose.
So, this morning I was determined to get up and go for a run even though the temperature was hovering right around 32.
I put on my fleece running tights, my baselayer shirts, running hat and mittens (Yes, I said mittens, because running mittens are cute) and my sunglasses which were not needed but I figured it would keep the frigid wind out of my eyeballs and I set off on my run.
It was cold, really freaking cold.
My cheeks were freezing and I had a bit of a shiver going on but it was manageable. When I run I have about a half mile before I leave my neighborhood and head out onto the busy street in my town. My town is small hence
, one really busy street.
As soon as I turned onto the busy street I started to regret this run. It was cold, the wind started blowing and became worse with each car that passed and the sidewalk had a couple of snow patches I had to run through.
I then came to my spot that I call decision lane, aka the corner of Airport Road and Smithville. Here is my chance to turn and come back home or continue on for longer runs. FYI I've only chosen to go home once, and today was not that day, even though I really really wanted to.
So I decided that a three miler would be the distance for the day.
I have my normal route when I head out that way and I can see my turn around as soon I get to decision lane. I ran up to my turn around and started heading back. Guess what, the wind was a North wind. So the wind I though sucked on the way, sucked even worse on the way back. It was cold. 

The good thing that was occurring even though this wind was blowing was that my body finally started to get warm. It was at that moment I thought to myself, oh this might not be that bad after all. Shortly thereafter I ran over a dead frozen squished mouse, screamed, heart rate shot up some more, became a little warmer and then I really started to enjoy this run.
I was almost all the way back home when I looked at my watch and it said 3.34 miles. Well any runner will tell you that you don't stop at 3.34 miles if you have the time to make it an even four. I had to head to my "job" but I had a little time. So I ran my neighborhood to make up some distance passing my house three times with it's warmth inviting me to stop in but I refused.
I finally finished my frigid four miler. I felt fantastically refreshed and I definitely wasn't freaking cold when I finished.
It wasn't good but it was doable :)
I am not quite for sure what I am going to do later this week with a high of 29 degrees, I may have to find a new hobby..... just kidding!!!!

Worst Race Ever

My oldest daughter Kayley is a runner. She is part of a cross country co-op team and the only distance runner on her track team. She is very gifted in the sport and likes to remind me often of that truth.

Race Start

When I started running she had mentioned that possibly she would like to run a race with me. One day while at the gym I told her if she could put in three miles while I was taking my class she could pick the race for us to do. First mistake right there.
I fished my class and she them informed me that she had indeed ran her three mile quota and she was delighted to choose our race when we got home.
After researching races she thought it would be a fantastic idea for us the run the Color Vive Color Run.
They had dancing, lots of music, lots of colors, lots of craziness, I mean what's not to love about this rave that turns into a race??
We arrived early for this race and immediately I started to rethink this idea. There was a stage with loud thumping music with a dj speaking loudly to the crowd that had formed in front. He introduced a lady that was supposed to lead us through so pre-race exercises. By pre-race exercises I mean dance moves, we did the whip-nae-nae and some other moves that myself, being a tad bit older than the average age of the crowd had no idea what they were.
Then it happened.
Five, four, three, two, one and boom. Powder color was being thrown up in the air in all directions.

Pre-race "Exercises"

OH MY GOODNESS IT WAS EVERYWHERE, MY HAIR, MY BODY, GETTING BREATHED INTO MY LUNGS, IN MY MOUTH, IN MY EYES, IT. WAS. EVERYWHERE!!!!!
My daughter absolutely loved this, I was seriously just trying to keep from having a panic attack and losing my crap for real.
After this madness occurred we were shuffled over to the race start. At this time the temperature had began to rise and you know what happens when it's July and about 75 out. You start to sweat, especially me, as I was in a crown of people with no personal space.

Color Storm

Sweat mixed with blue, yellow, green and pink powder. Yep this was happening. Sweat running down with color turning to streaks of brown down my body.
After waiting what seemed like and eternity we finally heard the countdown and the race started.

Already uncomfortable I was trotting along with my sweet eleven year old when she decided to leave me. Yes, she decided that running with her mom was way to slow for her so she just left me, amongst all these crazy people with color smeared all over them.
While running the powder was beginning come off and I was starting to calm down a bit and then more evil occurred. As I passed the mile marker there were these really mean people squirting more powdered color on my person. Seriously, they tried to cover you in as much powder as humanly possible. It was horrific!!!!
This dastardly process occurred four more times. After getting it in my eye at mile three I was pretty much determined this has to be the worst race ever anyone could ever be involved with. I couldn't even wipe my eyes because my hands were all powdered. At this point in my morning I completely lost my crap and began to have a complete meltdown.
I stripped down in the parking lot in front of God and everyone else. I had powder everywhere clothed and unclothed and I could not get home fast enough to shower and swear off this race for all of eternity.

Her face = my feelings about this whole ordeal!!

Meanwhile my precious child was already making plans for running it next year with her two best running girlfriends, I expressed with absolute clarity that I AM OUT!!!!

Lessons Learned from my First Race

Since I quickly became a running enthusiast, stress related I'm sure, I added miles to my route almost weekly for the first couple of weeks of my new found passion. I was just running, by myself, enjoying my time away, lost in my thoughts , then it happened one day. That inevitable question you get as a runner, so when's your next race?
Race, what race? I'm not running any races.
My dear daughter's cross country coach strongly encouraged me to sign up for our big local four mile race The Steamboat Classic. Four miles, now I had run four miles but this, this was an actual race with people that ran, probably ran a lot more than I did. I had been part of this spectacle before, merely as a spectator though, as my husband had ran both the four miler and the 15K, for those crazy souls that four miles just didn't seem far enough.
So I did it, I signed up for a race!!!!
I didn't really train for this because I had ran this distance so I was going in pretty confident around race day that I could do this no problem, and I wouldn't even finish last because they let walkers and children into the four miler as well.
So here it is, June 18th, I had been running for about 20 days and I was going to embark on my first race.
I didn't sleep well because race day jitters got the best of my active imagination and I was up hours before I even had to be at the location for the race start.
With my family in tow, we headed down to the Peoria Riverfront for the race. We arrive and it's early, very early, like 6:00am. My kids of course are bored waiting around for this race start, I just want to start and get done and the hubs is trying to photograph it all.
They call the 10 minute warning and here is where it starts to get dicey for me. While I was standing in a pretty open area I am not quite for sure what happened but the people started coming in droves. Tons and tons of people, I don't even know where they all came from and they just kept coming. People all over the place, all around me on every side.
At this point panic had completely set in, I was being touched, my personal space was absolutely being violated, I was already breathing hard and sweating and the National Anthem hadn't even been played yet!!!
Little did I know it was about to get a whole lot worse!!!!
National Anthem was played, wheelchair start occurred, then the gun went off for the four miler. OH MY GOODNESS. People were rushing toward the start, I was being pressed up against other bodies and my body was being squished between others. I about lost all self control I was barely hanging onto. I didn't understand this breach of personal space that was going on. Their time didn't even start until they passed the mats at the start line, even I knew that.
I came up with what I thought would have been a great solution for myself: XANAX!!!!
After the stampede occurred and I passed the actual start my first mile was the fastest mile I had ever run, I had to put some distance between myself and all these other crazy, non-personal space respecters.
To this day, it is currently my fastest mile ever ran :)
After my nerves calmed down from all of that I started to enjoy the run, even the people on the run slightly as I had my space back.
I hit the turnaround point and even high-fived some of the other runners on the route.
Everything was going just peachy until about mile 3.25. That's when a hill came along. I had never ran a hill before and this one wasn't even a big hill but it still sucked. The good thing about going up a hill is that you get to go down a hill as a reward  in most cases. This was the case. A great down hill finish with lots of cheering spectators, an announcer that butchers your last name and a beer truck ( I don't drink after I run but this is obviously an added bonus for many :)).
Lessons learned: XANAX before race starts, do not start in the middle of the street, go to the side where I can breath, don't rush the first mile, and it's ok to enjoy the craziness of the community of people with whom you share a common bond.

Up next.... the time I completely lost my crap after a race I did with my beloved daughter :)

Running for the sake of my children's lives

So many people have asked me why I started running.
The simple answer is this: So I didn't kill my kids.

On May 27th 2016 I think we were two days into summer break here in Illinois and I was already at my wits end with the I'm bored talk and I have nothing to do dealings of my children. When the hubs returned from work I looked him straight in the eyes and said "I need to go for a run." He then peered at me like the apocalypse was real and happening at that very moment. That's right folks, I said I needed to go running. With this still fearful look in his eye he then asks, "It's been that bad, huh?", yes it had been that bad.
I threw my running shoes on and went outside to the end of driveway. I then proceeded to run two miles. Mind you I had probably not ran two straight miles since I left the military 18 years previously. Obviously I ran out of pure anger release.
Then a dramatic change happened when I returned home. I was calm, cool, collected and best yet, no one was gong to die that day. So I thought, hmmm, maybe this running thing is for me????
So here I am a 5k, 4 miler, 10k, half marathon runner sharing with you my adventures & misadventures in running.