"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, Who is in you, Whom you have received from God? ... So use every part of your body to give glory back to God..." 1 Corinthians 6:19-20

Monday, June 18, 2018

Mohican Trail 50 Mile Recap.

Photo courtesy @KeithK

Part of the adventure in running is pushing your body. Being depleted of everything.

For me it is very spiritual. I feel God, I hear God, I feel weak, vulnerable, fragile, feeble and so humbled.
It is the moment that lets me be reminded of how small I am. It is a welcomed humbling moment. To be modest and lowly.
To feel fear, to be diluted of security and self confidence.

Being in the elements of Gods canvas makes me feel so minuscule, a beautiful picture of Gods love for me. I look around and see everything HE created not polluted by man and in my mortal self I have nothing to aid me through His raw masterpiece.

MOHICAN Trail 50. 
Date: June 16-1-2018
Where: Ohio, Mohican State Park.
Start Time: 6am
Distances: 100, 50 and marathon. I registered for the 50.
Temperature: Starting temps 62' and HUMID

My alarm chimed at 3:30 am. 5 hours of sleep. I took one of Laceys "PM.s" to give me a little nudge to sleep the night before.
With only 1- 3minute snooze I snuck out of bed trying not to wake Lacey and Claudia.
Our 50 mile crew were heading out at 4:35am.
With an less than an hour I was able to get dressed, grab my drop bag and hydration pack. I enjoyed some of Paula's homemade banana bread and coffee for breakfast.
Paula, Lacey and Claudia got to sleep in, the marathon didn't start until 12.
I met Keith and Doug on Friday. Those two are running partners and stayed at our hotel too. I was in another league with Matt, Keith and Doug. I was hanging with the BIG DOGS. I was so nervous. I am just a pipsqueak in comparison.

MY GOAL: To get to Lacey and Claudia by NOON. At that point, I would drop my pace, take photos and have fun with the girls. So I thought.
1. 12 hour 50.
2. Sub 13.

It was still dark out when we arrived at the park. Time went by fast. We dropped off our drop bags, I had extra shoes, chaffing cream and clothes in mine.

I didn't know these guys very well, I took a chance and asked if I could say a quick prayer before we started. I could have prayed by myself but I wanted them to know that I was praying for them as well.
As we lined up with about 150 other runners the sun began peaking out. We were scheduled to have 90' weather but the morning temps were very pleasant resting at 62 degrees.
The four of us headed out together.

I felt great. I tucked in the middle of the guys hoping I could keep up and not destroy myself.  Mohican is made up of loops. I would be doing 2 loops. I needed to get through the first loop in under 6hours and I was concerned.

It was just a few minutes of running and the inclines began. About a mile in, I see runners snaking up a very large incline. The runners closer to the top looked smaller, making the lush structure more measurable and me more panicked!
The woods were beautiful with green foliage scattered on the foundation of the woods. Tall looming trees shaded us from the morning sun.

The four of us took off at a steady pace. I tried to look around when I could but the trail was entangled with so many tripping hazards.
The temperatures allowed us to run freely, joyfully even. We all conversed and joked with one another distracting ourselves from the never ending hills. The inclines and descents were NO JOKE. Roots creeped across a lot of the trail inviting each of us to a good tripping session.  I had to keep reminding myself to "PICK your FEET up".
The forest offered many different landscapes. From sections of towering pines to a dense forest, lush and saturated with vegetation it was stunning. We ran across a ridge that collapsed on both sides of you, this section was sobering. At one point,  we were face to face with the tree tops, I took a second to walk to the edge and look at nothing less than beautiful.

We ran through a section of massive rock structures. Water crossed all around us. We crossed over countless bridges listening to the gentle trickle of the river below us. We actually walked down a large staircase right into a waterfall. My heart melted, I was so overwhelmed with awe. I was breathless and not even running.

Because the Mohican trail is tucked so deep in this dense forest the humidity was unavoidable.
Within just a few hours we were all drenched in sweat. My skin was a slick, my tank top was saturated and the beginning stages of chaffing was inevitable.

The aid stations were set up about every 3-5 miles. The volunteers did a fabulous job taking care of you. Each aid station recited your bib number to another volunteer who wrote it all down.
I never had to ask for anything, the volunteers would take my hydration vest off me and fill my bladder, then place it back on me as I was grabbing food to eat. We didn't spend much more than a few minutes in each of the rest areas, eat, drink, and GO!
I nibbled on pickled beets, potato chips, pretzels and ICE. I drank water at each of the aid stations. I held Gatorade in my pack.

At about 4 hours of running I knew we were crushing it. I was giddy but realized I was WAY ahead of schedule to get to the second loop by 12. The last 2 miles of the loop the humidity was brewing. The trail finished through the camping area with steep hills and the downhills were wicked, deep crevices and large loose rocks threatened to break your ankles with no remorse.
And just when you think you have made it out unscathed you are spit out into the camp ground back up a deathly long hill made of gravel with the sun beating on you. My body quickly shut DOWN. "WALKING" I yelped more than once through this mile stretch.

When we arrived at the aid station, finishing out our first loop my time said 5:22. I had almost 40 minutes to kill.
Lacey was waiting for me at the picnic table with the rest of the guys. She looked at me and knew. Like she was part of me. She quickly took my hydration pack off. She was assessing me and taking care of me in ways I didn't know I needed.
My back was chaffed from my sweat soaked tank. Shamelessly, I removed it and went with only my sports bra.
I guzzled water and chewed on my ice cubes. The ice was getting really low and was getting hard to find. Most of us runners were so overheated that the ice was being put in our pack, our handhelds and wrapped in towels to cool us off.

The guys took off with the clock ticking. I was still trying to work on my plan. I had 20 minutes. I decided I would grab food and take it with me. I would leave before the girls and get a head start on them. I knew that if I stopped too long I would start cramping up and the girls would be running on fresh legs and catch up to me soon.

The problem with the second loop is I remembered the impending sufferfest just ahead of me.
I looked up at that first massive hill, said a couple choice words and dug my heals in, another 6hours to go.
About 4 miles into my run the girls caught up to me at the aid station. It was perfect timing.
We laughed, enjoying the sights, the sounds, the smells and the emotion of it all.
We came into a aid station only to discover that our company was to be split up again. The marathoners seperated into a 5 mile loop and I went to the right to run a 2 1/2 mile loop solo. I told Lacey I would meet her at the next aid station. That was my hopes.

In the next 2 1/2 miles, I wouldn't see ANOTHER person. The forest got very dark and treacherous. It was as if I was running in the middle of a dried up river bank that cut deeply into the earth. Sharp rocks made footing very difficult.
My quads were FIRING hatred at me. I took my time and took in the wonderous canvas surrounding me. A small river ran along side me with fallen trees and multiple bridge crossing. The river bed had massive stones scattered across mixed with thick vegetation and soaring trees.
Magnificent. My physical was was so trivial. THIS is what I run for. THIS Anita. This is worth all the pain, all the sweat, this is a treasure chest available to those who want to suffer.

I ran across the covered bridge down into the aid station. I knew I would be here a while waiting for the girls. It was a opportunity to regroup. Each of the girls came in separately.

As soon as Claudia and Lacey arrived and refreshed we took off again together.
The three of us were all struggling in our own way but cruising at a good steady pace.

Suddenly, with about 9 miles to go Lacey dropped off to the side of the trail.
Her sugar suddenly dropped.
Claudia didn't know we had dropped back but I could hear her "MARCO". I responded "POLO" hoping she would continue on.
She was running great and I was so excited for her. She kept moving.
It took Lacey about 40 minutes to recover. She is a tough cookie.

With about 5 miles to go, we were moving steady again. My strengths were her weaknesses and vise versa. We really challenged and supported each other.

I already knew how this trail would finish. It was not going to be pretty. My stomach was turned inside out. Every pounding of my foot, my belly churned.

We came out of the woods into the camp ground and took a wrong turn. I missed the turn. Thankfully a runner had enough energy to scream loud enough to get us turned back around!

We could see the finish, the sun beat down on us, the heat of the evening was almost suffocating but we moved forward together.
We crossed that finish line together.

Time: 12:43

Thank You everyone that have called me, text me and checked on me. LOVE you all.

My back chaffed and only healed worse.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Dream on: BoyWonder

My college son is home for the summer. He is a crazy Boy that Austin.
When he came home from college he had a couple goals.
  1. To "Get Lean" run over the summer, run a bit
  2. Work, A lot. 
He has been working a lot but the running, not so much. 
A few days ago I asked him if he would run "Wings of Mercy" 5k with me. I HATE 5K's. I never catch my breath, constantly feeling like I am going to keel over and die. 
He said "NO". 

I wasn't that surprised. But I am the continual optimist. I always keep a little HOPE in my pocket. 

It was a beautiful day to hit the trails. We had a huge group come out to play, about 8 of us. 

I had it in my mind that I was only running 2 loops, 12miles. 
Then I had a brain fart, I needed 3 loops. Mohican wasn't for another 10 days, not quite time to taper for my 50 miler. 

We were hitting our 6 miles (1 loops) at about an hour and 15 minutes. This is about our average.
With 2 miles to go, I heard my phone make its goofy "KERPLOP" sound notifying me that I had a message. 
I checked my Garmin and saw a message from Boy Wonder. 

"Guess what I am about to do?"
I responded "Do I dare ask? lol" 
The last time I asked this he was with his friend doing back flips off a 20ft bridge. 
I sent him a couple selfies and texted "Just finishing up my 18 miler"

And then I got this...
"I'm about to go run!! Two miles baby haha"

He finished it up saying he might just run that 5k with me!

I got home and Austin was laughing and telling me about his 2 miler. "MOM, I almost puked....I kept dry heaving..."

I love that kid. He doesn't doing anything mediocre. 

Run till you are dry heaving? 

The biggest risk we can take in life is NOT taking one! 
I smiled knowing Austin was trying to meet his goals. Austin is a meat heat. He hits the gym 7 days a week. He eats great and takes great care of himself. But running is out of the box for him. He used to run and was pretty good at it. 
He set goals.
He got uncomfortable. 
And he put one foot in front of itself. 

"The decisions we make control us much more than the conditions we meet"

Dream BIG, Dream small...But don't stop a DREAMING. 
Then make intentional efforts and choices to strive towards those dreams. 
And remember Don't let Others Kill Your Dreams. 

As a mom, I get so excited to watch my boys have goals, grit and get after it. I want them to work hard for greatness. Greatness isn't a destination, its a journey. 
Its not delivered, it is earned. 
It isn't material, it is interpersonal.


Monday, June 4, 2018


Ever have those days you feel like you have nothing left? Days that even a smile feels out of grasp. Your tired, your beat up and even a bit discouraged.

I have those days.

Running is such a great illustration for being beat up, worn out and overall discouraged.

I have these days when everyone around me appear to be pumped full of sunshine.
Days my running partners are all rock stars. They are running like gazelles and I am in the back panting like a dying dog and running like Yertle the Turtle.

My training has me running 20 miles all the while I am running out of gas to even turn my engine over.

But I press on. With all I have and sometimes that is Nothing at all.

This is not a blog that I post to advertise my miles I run or the pace that I run or even the races I have accomplished.
It is designed to share my Nothingness.

To show my transparency, my Love to the Lord for making me, a nobody, a somebody to HIM.
Allowing Him to use me through my running to just encourage one person.

Yesterday morning at church they sang all the old hymns.
"Amazing Grace...how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me..."
I came into church smiling and within minutes my heart was bleeding.
It was just moments when I caught my breath and balanced my emotions when the next song echoed.
"How Great is our God..Sing with me...how Great is our God...."
I felt myself getting angry. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to smile and my heart trembled with tears. We sang this over and over when Ariel was alive. It was our camp song, out ministry song, it was the popular song when we were together. Summer camps and retreats they always played this. Ariel would be next to me with Mo beside her, best friends.
But Ariel is not with me any longer. But what I have left is what I sowed in her. I gave her all of me and in return I have her memories, her words, her love. I had NOTHING to Give her but my LOVE.
The same for my mother. I had NOTHING to give her but my LOVE.

Nothing. I had nothing left in me. But....
LOVE.  In my tears I had LOVE. In my sadness I had Love. My bleeding heart was pierced with LOVE.
I have NOTHING to great to give anyone, I have NOTHING amazing to share. But I have sweet sweet memories of LOVE.

Galatians 6:3 "For if anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself. 4. But each one must examine his own work, and then he will have reason for boasting in regard to himself alone and not in regard to another." 

At the end of the day people aren't going to remember how many miles I run, how many age awards I receive or what races I have ran. These all mean NOTHING.
But they will remember how I LOVED them. They will remember how I treated them.

I am Nothing, not because I think I am something. Because trust me..I know I am just a little fish in a big pond. I rest in the shadowlands of greatness.

Examine your own work: It doesn't matter what others do or do not do. Be inspired by others. This is always a tough one.
Today, I found my place in the back. I ran behind the others. I watched as they ran freely
through the trees, the breeze flowing through the woods, perfect, majestic.
I reminded myself to keep my eyes in front of ME. Focus on my running, my breathing. To stay strong for myself. Do my best for ME.
I thought this is how life is. We have to do our best because it is the right thing to do, not because others are or are not doing that.

THE CATS out of the BAG: 
I haven't made this announcement yet....BUT here GOES...
LACEY kept a big secret this past week. She snuck to Traverse City and ran Bayshore Marathon.
She was hoping to qualify for Boston but didn't want me to know. She didn't want the pressure.

This is all she has been wanting for 2 years. For  both of us to run Boston together. I am sooo proud of her.
The week she ran Boston, 5 weeks ago and didn't qualify she was broken. Discouraged, sad, angry and a barrage of emotions. I was scheduled to run that following week, Glass City.
She called me the day after her Marathon and told me "YOU run that marathon, and you run FAST..."
She still wanting me to give my all. She wanted me to do my best for ME. Not for her, Not for any other reason but because that is what I trained so hard for.
I didn't want to run hard, I wanted to throw the towel in. I didn't want to hurt. I didn't want the pressure. I didn't want the suffering.
But she was RIGHT. This is what I trained for. I had to do it for ME.

Do it for YOU. In your Nothingness, in your brokenness, in your heartbroken, self Don't Quit. Keep doing what is right, what you have worked for, what you have pressed for, what you were designed for...
But Examine YOURSELF. Your intentions, Your motives, your heart.

Distance: 16.8
Where: Highland Rec trails
Time: 3:22


Thursday, May 31, 2018

Glory in Suffering.

Romans 5:3-4
"..but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope.."

My mother in law texted me throughout my 50K (31miles) training run today several times. She continued to check on me and pray for me. She is so good to me. One of the last text messages I received said "Hi Maria, why in the world are you running so many miles in this hot weather?"
I responded:
"I have a big race Fathers Day weekend, that Saturday. So unfortunately this was my peak week and unfortunately God decided he was going to make it hotter than Hades!

Monday I wanted to run a marathon distance, 26.2 on back roads. It was 92' out.
Wednesday I brought my miles way back, running 7 miles of trails and 3 miles of roads with the XC kids. I ran them both slow and easy in hopes I would have a successful run today.
Thursday, TODAY, my goal was to run a 50K on the trails.

I was still a tad beat up from Mondays run. My belly is recovering from being chaffed and my back is all scratched up from my hydration pack and being sun burnt.
And not to get too personal but it is my girly week, I am pooped.

A lot of thought went into this run. I planned this a couple weeks ago. Planning something that far out does not make the anxiety go away. It almost enhances it because you know you have a date with Suffering.
I made a mini aid station and invited all my running friends to come play with me.
I brought extra clothes and water. 
It was soo nice, all of us running multiple loops brought something, Gatorade, coolers, watermelon, Tostitos, Vernors, cold rags to cool off, grapes, apples and the list goes on!

Location: Holly Rec. 5 loops -ish
Distance: 50K, 31miles
Time: 6:52
Pace: 13:15. 

Romans 5:3-4
"..but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope.."

This verse came to my mind somewhere around mile 20. At that point I was adding my miles wrong, my eyes felt like they had cotton in them from all the pollen, I could smell my funk (It was mighty nasty), and I was getting tired. I had pickers slash my thighs from the overnight "Lush" forest ground covering. The bugs were so bad the first 2 loops they left my shoulder blades looking like ground beef. I put bugs spray on, however, the sweat just canceled everything out but my stench.
I would be lying if I told you running was easy peasy today.
I knew it would be hard.
I knew I would need my friends to come along side me.
And I knew I had to "Do the Hard Things".

And it was WONDERFUL! Glory in our sufferings.
Rachel helped me recite this verse.
One mile at a time. I didn't do 31 miles. I did one mile 31 times. Each mile, each loop was a victory.
With each mile and the annoyances that I was struggling with was another mile I was so proud of myself for not quitting.
I was finding strength in what I had overcome. It wasn't that the training was any easier because it wasn't, I felt more confident as I overcame.
The farther I got, mile 25, 26 I knew I could finish but I had to coach myself. I would tell myself things like "Steady.." or "You are what you think". I wouldn't just run, I would whisper to myself different training tips. Trying to drown out any negative thoughts. Character building.
I really had so much HOPE. I had the support of my tribe, my mother in law and Andy texted me "YOU got THIS!" through out my run.

This verse was a great reminder to me as I ran that Suffering is a place we need to camp at more often.
When we suffer we not only rely on God more, trusting him, but we grow in character and in out Faith. 


Monday, May 21, 2018

My Mindful Chaos.

Being alone with myself is a place I prefer to go alone. I spent almost 4 hours today inside my own head.
I hit the trails alone.

Within minutes of being on the trails, my thoughts were colliding.
I looked down the trail head, everything looked so different. Just a few weeks ago the forest was bare and vacant.
Greenery landscaped everything. The woods were full of life. chipmunks raced across the trail completely unfazed by my presence. Squirrels squealed at each other having full conversations.
The spiders were hiding but left their hardwork across the trail, webs everywhere.
The forest was so fragrant. Flowers bloomed leaving a sweet smell wafting through the cool morning breeze. It really was lovely.

The trail was wet and muddy. I was trying to watch my footing all the while dodging picker bushes that seemed to be reaching out for me.
My skin was cold to touch leaving a welcomed chill.
But my thoughts were colliding.

With all my thoughts I had roaming in my mind all I could focus on was the trail.

The ROOTS, they tangled around each other. The PICKERS stretching out, reaching out in my direction. The MUD, so dark and black, a very unwelcomed puddle of slick, thick sludge.

ALONE, I ran, praying for safety, security, and serenity.

This was LIFE. We are all just trying to get through our path in life. The trail looked so different than it had just a couple weeks ago. I ran confused on how I could run this trail so many times and yet it felt so foreign to me. It left me confused and nervous. I felt like I had experienced this trail enough I should be more confident in myself. But I wasn't.
The ROOTS were stronger, thicker, wild and ambitious to take my footing.

As the miles added up the sun burned the chill in the air creating a warmth that wanted to fatigue me.

The SUN peaked through the open trees. I smiled. Gods Light shining on me. Reminding me HE was in my presence. Even in some of the darkest parts of the forest I felt him leading me. His rays cut through the thickest of the woods. Even the PICKERS appeared to retract.

In my mindful chaos, I felt Gods presence seeping through my darkest places. I was tripping over my thoughts and being poked by mistakes, regrets and fears. I found myself getting stuck on stupid letting negativity hold me down.
LIFE. That's LIFE.
We are all trying to get through the path before us. I wondered if I should create my own path. I saw several footprints in the dirt laid out by those before me. At first, I tried to land in their footprints. But there was a small voice that said "Leave your own prints, don't follow someone else's, create your own..." I pounced up, looked forward to faithfully make my own path through the thick soil braded with angry roots.

We all have places to be. We all are desperately trying to get from point A to point B with as little damage as possible. We get so tired. Bruised and beaten up by life sometimes we feel like we just want to throw in the towel.
I felt Gods presence...In the stillness of the forest. No distractions from the rest of the world. Quiet inside myself. Just trying to get through.
I felt comfortable, maybe even a little too comfortable. I should have made a left turn at the trail marker. I had finished my 3 loops.
But I didn't. I made a right and decided to push on, another 5 miles. The real character is birthed in discomfort. Faith is exercised in emptiness. Trust is brought forth in uncertainty.

I didn't know what the next 5 miles would look like. I knew it was going to be hard and I knew I was tired.
But I did it. I think it is important to not stay too comfortable. Don't just coast through life. Yes, life will beat you up, hold you down and even trip you up.
I encourage you to look for that ray of light dancing through the darkest places of life.
Don't give up.
Don't Quit.
Stay on Course.
Make your own footprints.
Push your limits.
Have Faith.

Distance: 20 miles
Pace: 11:30min/mi
Time: 3:45
Where: Holly Rec

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Highland Loops Recap: MARCOOO!

Highland Loops 16 mile trail Run RECAP. 
Where: Highland Rec
When: May 19th, 8AM
Who: Claudia, Rachel and Kris..saw Steve H and a few other faces without names.
Weather: 60' Rain. Humid and Moist (yep, I just had to say it!)

"Weather Bug" did not match the conditions that we were hiding from in Kris's Van. It was raining, at times it would sprinkle but then down it came. When we eventually ventured out.

My goal was to stay upright, have fun and beat last years time.

Us girls all started out together. Rachel took the lead and the rest of us came in behind her on the single track trail.
The trail was wet with occasional mud puddles. I tried to avoid the puddles because I am a big baby and don't like sloshing for miles in my shoes.
You had to be careful maneuvering too much due to the slick mixture the dirt and rain created.

That would be me!
The first two miles I yell my infamous "MARCOOOOO"! Before I even have a second to enjoy the FUN response "POLO" I get another response.
The guy two people in front of me barks back "OH NO! Not YOU! I remember you from last year and you were so annoying!"
He quickly sucked the fun out of the air leaving all of us runners awkwardly silent. I had a half dozen things I really wanted to say, saying nothing and reserving my energy to beat him was my best revenge.

The Rachel the Rabbit. 
I wanted to run with my girls. I wanted to run faster than last year. Rachel was strong and leading us. She was keeping a great pace, thinking about my goal and pushing herself as well.
Every so often she would ask me if I wanted to break off.
I didn't want to leave them. I would say "Naw, not yet."

My Cake and Eat it too: My Strategy
To run through the aid stations, no dilly dallying.
I wanted to run with the gals for about 2 hours. I was hoping at that point I would only have about 6miles or less. The last loop "A" loop is mostly downhill.
The 2hour limit came and Rachel coaxed me to split.

Breaking Away:
I hate breaking away. But I knew I should have before I did. I had been running very comfortable. Within minutes of me separating from my girls I felt the adrenaline surge.
I felt my nerves puckering. My breathing was louder. My heart was pumping and my skin was prickly. This is what it feels like to RACE. I had to beat the clock. I had to dig in because I was going to really be cutting it close.

I slowly began to pick people off. When you pass someone it is a mental battle to make sure you can maintain your pace and not have them comeback on you.
My legs felt so light. I had slipped a few times but never tripped, dipped or flipped.
I was drinking water and grabbing orange slices from the aid stations. Claudia had given me a redskin potato and that was like Mana from Heaven before I had split off  from her.

But what I didn't know, Is that Claudia split off right after me. She was just a few seconds behind me. I was so proud of her. I would see her on the switchbacks and yell. "GO Claudia."
I even saw a old trail friend of mine, Steve H and pulled him out of a aid station to run with me.

Racing the Clock.
I was afraid to look at my watch. With 2 miles to go, I knew there wasn't any time banked. The last loop is mostly downhill.
Because of the wet trail I was afraid to fly down the hills. I was so nervous I would slip on the slimy leaves, or trip on the hidden roots or even twist my ankle on the rocks scattered everywhere.
But I HAD to run scared, run fast to beat my time.

The last marker reads "16.5".  I had a half a mile-ish to go and 5 minutes to do it.
I recognized the bridge, the rocks, that little incline turn, I was close.

It is so fun coming out of the trail head, especially knowing you made your goal and see your hubby at your Finish LINE!
I was so delighted to see Andy standing there ringing cowbells. Totally shocked too.
Best RACE food ever!

Time 3:00:50

I beat the mean guy.
Choose your words wisely. I would like to think us runners don't behave like that but unfortunately we are all human.
Words HURT.
Yes, I am a bit high spirited, but I am not malicious, mean or purposely hurtful.
I know I drive some crazy, Jeesh, I drive myself crazy. But as a runner, I will cheer you on, I will encourage you, pump you up and be your biggest fan.
I may do it obnoxiously, ridiculously and full of energy but I don't do it to be mean.
I am NOT GOING to lie. His words STUNG. He stripped the smile off my face, and sucked the joy out of my run. I struggled for a few miles in silence.
Eventually I got my MOJO back and reminded myself to SMILE. To be ME.

PS...My tribe ROCKED out our age group!
I got 2nd
Claudia 3rd
Rachel 4th
Kris 6th
WTG Team Squishytoes!


Wednesday, May 16, 2018

The Warrior Attitude

" The key ingredient, in my opinion, to successful mental training is what I refer to as a "warrior attitude."
Bob Glover and Shelly Glover, The Competitive Runners Handbook." 

The Warrior Attitude.

To me that is grit, sweat, sacrifice. The warrior attitude is a little bit of fear mixed with adrenaline. It is setting goals, dreams and ideas that are bigger than we are.
It is tackling what life brings you with perseverance and integrity.

Tuesday our XC team was preparing for our second meet. I asked a few kids how they felt.
"I'm scared."
"I'm nervous."
I RESPONDED "GOOD! That's where I want you. Use that fear to drive you, that fear will turn to adrenaline. That is what will power you."

As I get older I question my "Warrior Attitude."
Some battles I choose to no longer fight. I like to think of this as strategic battling. It is not really throwing in the towel rather letting go to protect yourself. You are not going to go into battle and come out without a few wounds.
Some battles are not worth the damage.

Choose your battle wisely.

 Everyday we are presented with a new battle. The battle to forgive. The battle to Love. The battle to not use drugs or alcohol if you are an addict. The battle to fight the mental demons that want to defeat and confuse you. The battle to not flip off that person on the expressway or the battle to be a good parent.
So many battles we are ALL fighting.

Fighting HURTS. Pain HURTS. The wounds will heal far faster than the feelings of quitting. Quitting doesn't make it easier, it just prolongs the inevitable.
Learn to feel. Learn to feel the pain of persevering.
Having a "Warrior Attitude" is exactly that. It starts in the mind. Then let your actions follow.

I KNOW God carries in me my Fear. "Fear NOT for I am with you." I am not alone in my fears. I know I just have to give Him my BEST and He will take care of the rest. He wants me to trust Him. When I am nervous, scared, confused that is when He strengthening me. I love that feeling.
That is PEACE. He is going into battle with me.

T-3 DAYS for Highland Loops.
This is my 17 mile trail run. The course is very technical. Last Monday, when I ran out there we were running a pretty good speed and I went head over heels. The rest of my clan didn't even know I had biffed it. My fall was actually at epic proportions. I tumbled like a gymnast, I was more sad no one was there to see it!
Lacey, Claudia and I ran it again this past Monday. We ran it steady and easy. I still tripped like 2 times. I think once one of the roots reached up and grabbed me. The spider webs were so bad maybe I just couldn't see...Or maybe it was the greenery that sprung up overnight that tricked me and caught me "off guard."
The good news is, running the 17 mile trail run 5 days before the race was good training. My legs didn't feel any soreness confirming we ran it steady and smooth.
MY "Warrior Attitude: for this race....
Hmm. I want it all. I want to have fun and laugh but I also want to run well and beat my time from last year.
I am not sure if I can have both sides of the coin. If I have too much fun I am going to need to punch it in the second half of the race.
We shall see.

Monday: 17 Highland Rec. + 2.5 miles at XC coaching.
Tuesday: OFF
Wednesday: 2 miles XC with kids.

The weather has been hard to NOT run. But having fresh legs for Saturday is more important. Thankfully, Life has been VERY busy making it easy to taper.

"As a man thinketh so is he"
Proverbs 23:7
The Foundation for a Warrior Attitude. Crash the chatter in your ears. Coach yourself out of the negativity.
Not a good Warrior Attitude!

There is NO room for NEGITIVITY. Do not make space of hate, hurt, defeat, anger, bitterness, regret.....