"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

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

It's all a bit Scary.

This morning as I ran around the track and was unpleasantly passed multiple times, I reminded myself of how much TRAINING 2016 was going to require.
I entered the track missing the memo that it would be welcoming sub 7min milers.
My head literally spun and my hair blew as these 4 speed demons continued to blow pass me. I was sweating, trying to catch my breath and struggling with my podunk tempo run. I thought I was going to be a rockstar until I watched these guys pass me multiple times stealing my thunder.
I could see them on this one side of the track coming up behind me. I decided if they were going to pass me I would at least have the prettiest running form I could muster!

Distance: 7mile Tempo Run (1mile warm up, 5miles 10k race pace, 1 mile cool down)
Time: 56 minutes.
Shoes: Mizuno Wave Inspire: My first run in them and they were GREAT.

As I read my Christmas gift, an Ultrarunning training book, my heart did a double skip. I think I actually tasted vomit in the back of my throat. And I may have even peed my pants a little in fear of the extreme training and discipline I am going to need for 2016.

I decided to begin disciplining myself this week.
  • I stretched and rolled at home
  • I was more intentional about eating. Andy said if I lost 2 lbs he wouldn't support me..He is just blowing smoke but trying to get his point across.
  • I an intentionally trying to drink more water. The only water I like is hot over coffee beans!
  • My Nutrition: Juice PLUS and Protein smoothies
  • Cold plunge and icing
  • More weights and core

I ordered a new pair of trail shoes today, Pearl Izumi Em trail shoes. I will share them with you when I get them in. I also need to order a hydration pack. I have been looking at them for awhile now. I borrowed Rachels back in the summer on a long run and I hated it. She runs in all the time without a struggle. But for me it was heavy, hot and floppy. I actually got a nasty blister on my back. This part is going to SUCK, I hope I can learn to train with one.

HERE IS MY LAST GIVEAWAY for 2015!! Keep in EYE out for it!

GUESS MY MILES for 2015. CLOSEST WINS!!! Remember I am going to the running store tomorrow...


The prize will have some of my FAVORITES. Like Items from Honey Stinger, Cliff and Burts Bee.
So Far if you are following me...JOAN is the closest!


Monday, December 28, 2015

Take Your Breath Away

LIFE is moving forward regardless of whether we are or not. 2015 is coming to a close.

It was a year of great distance but not great speed.
It was a year of healing and recovery, emotionally and physically.
It was a year of new friendships and running partners.

It was NOT a year of PR's.
It was not a YEAR of Complacency.

  • March: Rock CF  Half Marathon POT O GOLD 4MILER
  • May: Bayshore Marathon
  • June: Wings Of Mercy5K
  • August: Crim10M
  • September: Woodstock 50M
  • October: Det.Freepress Marathon/ Headless Horseman 10K
  • November: Clarkston Backroads Half Marathon
REGRETS, yeah maybe a few. I ran a lot on fear. Injury is like the black shadow of doom.
It literally hoovers over you, taunting you. It is teasing you to add a couple more hills, increase you pace and tack on just a few more miles. I always play it safe. Scared to push my luck.Maybe I am a bigger wuss than I think I am.  I find a happy medium that pushes just enough to know I am not a slacker but not to much that I could possibly get hurt.
The Reality: I could have pushed it harder.

At the end of the day or the year as it approaches just days away, I am grateful for an entire year of recovery from the dreaded IT Band injury I had in 2014.

I ran another Ultra. I had a love affair with the trails.
Running the trails took me out of my comfort zone. Running in the woods birthed a passion in me. There was a lot of fear running alone. Overcoming that fear to experience the beauty that lies hidden from the pollution of the world is LIVING.
I would find myself singing and dancing to the foliage and the creatures hidden. My heart would skip beats like a first kiss. The morning air touched my skin leaving me breathless and wanting more. It was love. The trails romanced me. My skin was silky from the perspiration but it was dewy and welcomed.  I would daydream how soon I could play in its paths. I wasn't very graceful but the trails were forgiving, gently teaching me with each step.
This was living for me.

Time is moving.  Days to weeks. Live life Intentionally. This world has so much to experience. By doing nothing that is exactly what you are going to get, NOTHING.

Step out of the box. Do something that scares you. Chase your  dreams, create incredible memories.
Believe in yourself. Take Your Breath Away.

Went to Genesys at 8am. I slept like totally crap last night. 6am came and WENT!
I am tapering for my Disney Marathon. I had big plans to run 10-12 miles today, however I had a brain fart. "WHY? I am tapering."
I ran on the TM for hill repeats and speed drills. It is always a good run when your shins are sweating after only 4 miles!
As much fun as beating myself up on a 6% incline was I knew I had more in me.  I took my socks off to throw some kicks into the heavy bag. I didn't quit till I was out of breath and the tops of my feet were beet red.
The ICING on the cake was 10 minutes in the cold plunge to recover. Fresh legs.

After leaving I GOT NEW SHOES at Baumans!
Mizuno Wave Inspire, I usually run in Brooks but they didn't have mine in. I have ran in Mizunos and didn't have any issues. They are just a little PURPLE!!

Can't wait to see what memories these new shoes give me. I am sure they will take my breath away, make me want to puke and leave me sore! Worth it!

Baumans is having a huge sale, since my shoes were on sale it made perfect sense I needed to own the windbreaker that was on sale too!

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Running gifts: Spoiled

It has been a few days. A few days of crazy for me.
I have been more disciplined at getting my miles in over my writing.

December isn't my favorite month. It is busy. It is emotional. It is chaotic. I refrained from doing several posts just because of the unstable emotions I was undergoing.

But I didn't miss a run. My love of running is enough to drag me out of a pit. It is my safe place.

This month I ran with Claudia, Jeff and I had treadmill wars, Lacey, Danielle and today I ran 12 miles with Joan at Genesys.

Christmas I received lots of running goodies. My favorite gifts.

  1. Camelback H2O container
  2. Sports bra/tank
  3. Brooks 5inch running shorts (Lacey spoiled me)
  4. Brooks beanie
  5. Nike running long sleeve/neck warmer running shirt
  6. HONEY STINGER waffles and chews
  7. Hal Koerner's Field guide to Ultrarunning
  8. Nike running pants
  9. Sealskinz running socks, officially the most expensive running socks I own $42!
  10. Balega running socks.
  11. Fleet feet STUART Fl running teeshirt

This week I will add a new pair of running shoes to the list. Tomorrow it is on my "To do list", I am in dire need. I also need to invest in a new pair of trail shoes.

It is dangerous for me going into any running or sporting goods store. My endorphins start firing in the parking lot upon arrival! I am like a kid in a candy store. I want to touch everything. I hold it, put it up to me, smell it and try to sneak it to the cash register.

Well, I am getting a little caught up. Before the end of the year I will post my 2015 miles. My races accomplished and my 2016 Goals.

HERE IS MY LAST GIVEAWAY for 2015!! Keep in EYE out for it!

GUESS MY MILES for 2015. CLOSEST WINS!!! Remember I am going to the running store tomorrow...

That's all for now. I am going to read what Hal has to say and go to bed with anxiety!


Monday, December 21, 2015

A bowl of Suck: Forgivness

Yesterday was my birthday. Yesterday was my long run. Yesterday was a big bowl of SUCK.

Quite possibly the worst birthday in years.
I share a lot with you. But the details are so bad I think it would be better not to disclose them.

I had 22 miles to run. I decided I would run until my legs fell off. Then I would crawl. Then I would die. It was a perfect plan.

My first 5 miles, I cried so hard I had to stop because I couldn't even breath. My eyes were swollen and my make-up was smeared across my face.
I HATE CRYING. I feel like I should be able to control myself. I don't like being out of control.
I ran with my head down to avoid any eye contact with the locals. I didn't want anyone to see me in my pathetic state.

I was meeting Lacey to run. I told her I needed a few miles to recover before I ran with her. She calmed me down and kept me from running in front of any cars.

22 miles shockingly got misjudged and turned into 23 miles. 23 miles on my 42nd birthday. It literally took that many miles, good counsel and company to settle me down.
My tear stained cheeks dried up. I was able to dig myself out of a black pit.  I could think clearly, calmly.
I felt forgiveness.
My Goofy Challenge is coming up in less then 3 weeks. With a sore body I knew I still needed to get some miles in today.
I wanted to run first thing in the morning, However, 35' degrees and rain just made me snuggle deeper into the cotton sheets.

I was supposed to run with Lacey again, I knew she wasn't going to make it.
The rain paused between 3-5 this afternoon. I gave Claudia a call to see if she wanted to join me. I miss running with her. She showed up a little after 3 and together we had a great 6 miler.


FORGIVENESS: Holding a grudge hurts you more than the person your upset with. It is the worst feeling living with angst and bitterness. I have NO ROOM for that. I have enough of my own demons that I battle with, I don't like to battle with bitterness and anger.
I have had some disgusting and hurtful things intentionally done to me. Seriously, things done that I don't speak of. Things that make my skin crawl, my stomach turn and vomit rise. I have let it all go. I have done things myself that make me even sick to my stomach. I have hurt myself and I have hurt others. You have to let go of the bondage that holds you in the UGLY PLACE.
Most of my forgiveness NEVER came with an apology. NEVER came with even acknowledgment.  And often they point the finger at YOU.
It's OK.
FORGIVENESS isn't a gift to them. It is a GIFT to YOU.


Wednesday, December 16, 2015


Isaiah 40:31 
"But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."

I have been giving 100% effort to push out 75% productivity.

I actually made a Dr.s appointment for today to find out why I am not sleeping. I had a few other issues that I addressed and forgot to ask about my sleep issues.
I got poked enough that I thought I might start leaking.
No news until my blood work comes back. HOWEVER, Good news, I weighed in at 105 LBS! It must be that Peanut Brittle my client Bill makes me every year. AMAZING and worth every pound.

My last few runs it has taken EVERYTHING in me to lace up. I am normally taking December down a few notches and running for the FUN of it.
RUNNING is fun, that's what I know best. Its what I like the most. I am a runner, that's what we do.
I am tired of the training part.
I am tired of that VOICE saying "GET OUT THERE."

This morning I was a total mess. I couldn't finish a sentence without interrupting myself. As I went to check on the eggs on the stove I realized I left the refrigerator door open. "Hmm, what was I getting in the fridge?" Back to the eggs. I heard the dog whining, I forgot to let her out. "OH CRAP the eggs." My coffee sat on the counter forgotten about and getting cold. And then the kids came into the kitchen to add more voices to the ones that were already chaos in my mind.

No matter what I knew I needed to hear Gods Voice above my own. I needed to run. Even though I didn't want to do anything other that crawl back in bed and try the morning all over again, I knew I needed to run.
I was scatterbrained and discouraged by my mistakes and behavior. I was mad at myself that I couldn't just flip a switch and have it "ALL together".
I felt broken.
I felt like a lemon. I had so much wrong with me, could we just turn my mind in for a new model.

I could hear a still small voice.
"DON'T quit"
"Pull it together, lace up your shoes, calm down and RUN Anita."

I lost my keys, then I lost my phone. Alec was patiently waiting in the car for me. I lost the charger to my Garmin. This is charger #2.  I wanted to hit myself over the head. I was supposed to be going to the gym. Frantically searching my mind and the house, I found everything BUT my charger.

I dropped Alec off at school and came home to run. I was to frazzled.

My body fought me for 3 miles. The chatter in my mind slowly dissolved. The fog started to lift.
I instantly gave thanks to God.

This time of year many of us struggle. We have lost loved ones. We suffer from grief, heart break, confusion, finances and relationships.
Our hormones are out of whack and the dreary days suck the leftover life right out of us.
It might take EVERYTHING you have to get out of bed.
It might take EVERYTHING you have to LACE up your shoes and run.
It might even take EVERTHING you have to SMILE.

BUT don't give up. Don't quit trying.

Distance: 7 miles
Pace: 8:25
I was fueled by a runner friend of mine, ERIN'S husband. He honked his horn and shared the BIGGEST smile as he drove by.
And when I got home I found my charger, I went directly to it, it was right where I left it!


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Not one of our smarter RUNS! Polly Ann Trail

Have you ever found yourself knee deep in what you thought was a good idea?

I had always bragged that Sky Diving was on my bucket list. Until I found myself in the Parking Lot of a surprise anniversary gift. I couldn't eat my words fast enough.
That memory is now on my list of "Favorite Moments" and I would totally do it again...I think!

This past weekend I had to get my long run in, 20 miles. Saturday night was really the only feasible option.
Lacey is the adventurer. She loves to run in different areas so when she suggested we run the Polly Ann trail in Lk. Orion it sounded brilliant. Flat, fast and virtually NO way of getting lost! The only down fall would be that we would be running in the dark.

From the shoot my body was fighting our grand plan.  When I removed my socks in front of Lacey we were both mortified by what we saw. After working all day, for 2 days, on my feet, no lunch, no break my ankles looked like sausages. The quilted pattern from my boots were actually pressed into my ankles and calves. "20 miles on these?" I panicked but finished getting dressed so we could get as much daylight as possible.

We parked the van a little after 4:30. It still seemed like a good idea.

It could have been when my legs were pulsing and we had only ran 2 miles.
It could have been when we saw a deer staring at us but because it was dusk I thought it was a car driving down the trail!
It could have been when we passed a guy with two dogs. One of the dogs had that deep guttural growl that clearly said "RUN FASTER.". Just a few feet from watching him grab his dog 3 feet IN THE air from eating us, we  heard him yell. We then realized one of his dogs got loose. Lacey and I FROZE. "UGH, please get your dog..." When it was safe Lacey and took off in the dark.
It could have been running in the dark with weird noises all around us. We began to get jittery and creeped out especially when a Razor was on the path and passed us twice!
It could have been when we realized we didn't even know what CITY we were running in.
It could have been when we didn't have cell phone service.
It could have been when we passed a trailer park and I remembered all my creepy neighbors I had as a kid.
It could have been when I started looking for places to hide or realizing people could be hiding on us.
It could have been when the car almost blew the stop sign almost hitting Lacey.

"Lacey, I think we should turn around...I am getting a little creeped out."
I had watched too many episodes of Forensic Files the night before. My mind was getting the best of me. I saw myself getting attacked by some social outcast. The police were scraping under my finger nails for DNA to find my murderer.
We turned around at 8 miles out.

With several miles under my belt my legs felt even worse. They were pulsing. My left Achilles was aching. My calf was following its lead.

It was as dark as the ace of spades. We hardly saw these 2 guys on the trail coming towards us. We did see their dog coming after us without a leash though.
"AHH" we halted frozen with fear as the owners tried to grab him. Hardly able to see even with our lights we began to move towards them. One guy was on a segue, the other guy was clutching his UNLEASHED PIT BULL! I seriously about died as we cautiously passed them.
"LACEY RUN FASTER" I whispered.
The one guy laughed "HEY, watch out for the WEREWOLVES!"
I yelled back "I'm more afraid of your dog then the WEREWOLVES!"

It was a perfect evening for Werewolves. There was a dense fog that hung thick. The air was wet and damp. You couldn't see the moon or the stars it was so foggy.

We couldn't have finished fast enough for our brilliant idea to be nothing more that a memory.

I got 18 miles in. I could have done 20. I let my mind own my mileage from the beginning. I was at peace with it!

Next time we run the Polly Ann trail, it will be an all together brilliant idea with DAYLIGHT and MACE!


Thursday, December 10, 2015

Walking Billboard

"For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light." Psalm 36:9

A couple weeks ago there was a Facebook post that shared a game  of sorts. The person who posted it allowed this "Page" to review their Facebook to discover that  persons top personality traits. I have seen several other games that discover what Disney Character you are, What kind of a parent you are, and so forth.
It made me think "What kind of a Billboard am I". My curiosity got me and I actually allowed this page to review my Facebook. I was pleased with the results. Of course I am not the Facebook user that puts all her flaws on Facebook, I usually use my Blog for that!

It said I was an "Encourager" amongst other things. I love to encourage people. I love people. Some people are harder to love that others, but I know I am hard to LOVE for some also.

But it also "encouraged" me to take a look at who I Display.
What do others see in me? I studied the posts that I have been tagged in. The posts I had shared.  I reviewed the pictures I shared and I read several of the comments.

"My Billboard" is the same as My Testimony.

The list of my important facets in my Life go in this Order:
  1. God
  2. Family/Friends
  3. Health/Running
  4. Work
Keeping God at the top helps me to try and keep my testimony in all the other areas.

I fail often.
I am FAR from perfect.
I struggle daily

But what I REALLY wanted to see was "Could you tell by my posts, comments, tags that I Loved the Lord, Or did I look like the rest of the World? Do I look different?

I Should LOOK different. Not in a freakish way. But I should be "Set Apart"

My Billboard advertises my crazy and imperfect family.
My Billboard advertises my passion for running.
And Yes, without being "In YOUR FACE" my billboard does advertise my Love for the Lord.
(I heard a great quote today " The fastest way to become a Pharisee is to hate a Pharisee." I want people to see LOVE on my billboard)

"What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?" Mark 8:36

The Question is What does YOUR Billboard say?? Who are you? If you are a Christian could people tell? Are you set Apart without being judgement? Are you Set Apart and yet still love those that are not always so lovable, or a little different than you? 

Wednesday: GYM 7 miles, Intervals and hill workout on the TM.
Thursday: INDIAN SPRINGS with Danielle 10 miles. Great RUN and so glad to run with Danielle, it was too long.

So I am doing something I have NEVER done before. I normally do not run very often on my work days. I am on my feet all day and I am a wuss.
The only way I could get my long run in this weekend was to run SATURDAY AFTER WORK!
Lacey and I are going to meet and do the PollyAnn trail Saturday after working all day. 20 miles! Lots of people do this run after working all day, I can do this. I keep trying to talk my self into this! It will NOT be a FAST 20 miler but it will be a FUN one considering we will be finishing it up in the DARK!
I am not real familiar with the trails. I will have us LOST for sure. If anyone has information on the best place to park PLEASE let me know!
We will also be looking for a good place to eat, Suggestions appreciated!


Monday, December 7, 2015

Happy Trails and Happy TAILS!

I knew when Alec started vomiting at 10:30 it was going to be a LOONG night.

My body was sore and I was tired. Not the "Tired" you fall right to sleep, rather the "Tired" your legs and body are restless but your mind is begging for sleep.
I gave Lacey her early Christmas present! She like my hat and didn't know I purchased her one too!

It was 1:30am and I hadn't fell asleep yet. My legs were twitching from my 18 mile run with Lacey. Alec had finally feel asleep on an extra mattress he drug into our room.
I decided to get up and see what I could do to try and fall asleep. The Nyquil was empty, however, I found the bottle of Motrin and swallowed 3 with some warm faucet water. Half sleeping, I fought between Icy Hot and Dr Teals Lavender lotion with Epson salt to find some muscular relief.  I squeezed a handful of  Dr. Teals in my hands and massaged the cream deep into my legs. My legs looked like they went through a meat grinder I rubbed them so hard. My legs had instant relief.

My Monday consisted of me sleeping in until 8am. It was so foreign to still be in bed and Andy already gone. When I finally came alive, 6 hours of sleep was as good as it was going to get.  Alec was sleeping as I tip toed around him.

Drinking my coffee, my thoughts became more clear. I was able to make peace with the fact that my day was NOT going to be what I thought it was.
A two hour trail run was NOT going to happen. I knew I needed to run, I had a funeral at 11am. Funerals are always so emotionally depleting. It was an addiction related death. These really strike me hard.  I needed to run to sift through my emotions and balance me back out. December the 8th is the anniversary of my mothers death. I just really needed all the time I could get running.

After coming home from the funeral, I asked Alec "Alec, would it be OK if I went for a trail run, just a few miles?"  It was almost 2pm.

Alec moved his head from the TV and responded "YEAH, that's fine, BUT if you are not home by 3:30 I am calling dad!" He wasn't sick enough to NOT worry about his mother on the trails.

If your on Instagram I shared this pic with a mini devotion. What do YOU see??

HOLDRIDGE WEST LOOP. The West Loop is a 4 mile loop unless you:

1.     Add the technical loop

2.     GET lost.

Yup, I did it again. I got lost. At mile 3, I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I saw two hikers out there and I wasn't lost then.  Coming through the trails, I saw a man in orange with his lab. His unleashed lab approached me with enthusiasm. I reached down to pet him. He licked my hands as his owner smalled talked. Then from licking my hands he must have decided he REALLY like me as he mounted my leg with a death grip. "OH" I giggled. It was an awkward response but it was all I could say. He quickly grabbed his frisky pooch and I never saw them again!

It wasn't far after that I took a wrong turn!

I ran 5 miles. The trails gave me so much peace. The air was crisp. There was a dense fog that saturated the woods. It was majestic. The woods were brown and lifeless but the moss glowed with this brilliance, it made the woods come alive. I could hear my feet tapping across the wet leaves, giving life to the stillness on the trails.

I was in my happy place.


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Can Running make you SEXY?

My favorite TM at Genesys was open. Its a snap decision between the track and the TM. Only about 20 feet separate the two running tools.
My hands were full with all my running doo-hickies. I set my HoneyStinger waffle and chews in the cup holder on the left. I set my phone, water and gum in the cup holder on the right. I hung my hoodie up on the bar and I set my Runners World magazine up in front of me to hide the screen.

The GOAL: 7 miles @ a sub 8min/mi. Incline 1/2%
Nice Solid run. Get done and get out of the gym.

After punching in my digits in the TM I noticed the cover of the running magazine. A chubby Ultra runner in red briefs. He had a great smile and was sporting a very festive half naked look. Not my idea of Sexy I thought to myself. But then I thought "Neither am I" who am I to talk?!

Andy took my BMI a couple days ago and I am under weight. Skinny is NOT sexy. I know this. My Sexy days are over. I am a mom of two, in my 40's and happily married, striving to be SEXY hasn't been a thought for years.
I am forever getting people ask me if I eat. Even on the TM Jeff and another regular from the gym approached me at mile 2. The "Other Guy" smiling says "Girl, Do YOU EAT?"  I laughed and showed him my Honey Stinger waffles and chews. "Breakfast!"

After they left, I fixed my eyes back on Festive half naked Runner smiling at me.
Good for Him.
As I ran on the TM my body felt strong. My shoulders were back, my abs were tight and I felt kinda SEXY myself.
NOW, I am the farthest thing from Sexy.
BUT, ANDY thinks I am Sexy.
I look at these girls with beautiful curves. I can't compete even with a roll of Charmin. There isn't enough toilet paper to stuff my A Cup bra. I have the body of a pubescent BOY!
BUT, Andy thinks I am Sexy.

I still have a flat belly, one of Andys favorites. Andy has always been a "Butt man". Being Mexican has allowed me to still have a little bootie even being underweight.
I have been married almost 20 years. I still have a husband that compliments me EVERYDAY. It gets a little annoying when I am cooking dinner and he walks in with his coat and shoes still on to cop a feel. Or "Hey, whatcha wearing?" he giggles with a flirty look as he is looking down my pants. "UGH!"

I LOVE sweatpants. NOT very SEXY.  I roll the elastic down and wear a tank top to clean the house. I will look up and see Andy just staring at me. "UGH, Seriously Andy?"
He has this favorite response "HEY, You should be happy I still find you SEXY."
Even in sweatpants Andy finds me Sexy.

Running keeps me strong, agile and yes, I believe SEXY. I think that Guy on the cover of Runners World Felt SEXY. And good for HIM.
It feels good to be in your 40's and know you really aren't "SEXY material" but you can still turn your spouses head. You can still Feel Sexy!

Distance: 8 Miles, 7 miles sub 8, last quarter of a mile @ sub 6min/mi. 1 mile cool down with Jeff on the track. Getting some coaching from him.
I gotta say the TM had me jamming. I was in such a groove. I was running a sub 8 minute mile and doing some dance moves on the TM. I found myself dropping my shoulders and throwing the guns in the air! I would skip a step with ease. I was having my own party on the TM to the music in my ears. And in my party, I was SEXY! Sweaty, make-upless, smelly but Sexy!