This is my blog. About running. So.. sometimes it gets a little gross. But, as I've always said, there's a time to be lady like, and there's a time to be an athlete! (Although, I still haven't pegged the lady like part down yet.)
The other day, my lovely daughter thought it'd be appropriate to announce that mom pees her pants after races. Anybody who's close to me and has been to a race where I used all my energy, knows this happens. I've done it since I was a freshman in high school. But holy crap, I was mortified. I felt my cheeks get super red!
Let me elaborate- I don't purposely do this. I don't even know it's coming. I push and push til the finish sometimes, and as SOON as I stop moving, it happens. I know to carry a second pair of shorts and pants, and even socks because well.. I get gross. I don't know if it's an anxiety thing- I get so worked up about the race, that when it's over, all that tension is just released? Or if my body just is pushing its limits. It's never when I jog, and it's not after marathons, because well.. I'm not running at high speeds during those races. It's always after 5ks or miles.. And it's happened after speed workouts on the track, too. I was really embarrassed for a really long time about it. But after reading a lot and talking to other girls I know- it's not that uncommon. And it's not a post child birth thing, either, since I have done it since the beginning of high school. I will say, though, if for some reason I ever lose control of my bowels- count me out of running for the rest of my life. I'll probably even change my name and identity.
I think the best part of Isabel divulging this information was that she follows up with, "I have no room to talk, I've peed after races, too!" (her sitch was different, but I like how she tried to make me feel better after throwing me head first under the bus)
Today is Earth Day! Every year, since Isabel was old enough to run a little bit, and even when she was being pushed in her stroller, we have taken a garbage bag with us and picked up trash on our April 22nd run. When she was 2-3 years old, she thought that this was the funniest thing ever. Now, she kinda digs it.. she gets to even keep the deposit money on any of the cans. These are memories I'll forever cherish.
Isabel has mentioned she wants to do the Fenton Tiger 5k in May. I'm excited. She is too- she hasn't raced since Halloween. That kid is a beast. She hasn't ran a whole lot this spring, but she's been riding her bike with me during my runs. She's able to go fast enough and long enough for it to be a decent run for me, and I usually stop at the park sometime during the run for her to play. We've been at the park so much this spring, that my hands are calloused from the swings, and I have bruises on my arms and legs from them, too.
This week marks 6 months of a plant based diet! There hasn't been any drastic weight loss, mostly because I'm hovering at 110lbs, and I really shouldn't or can't lose anymore, and that's ok. But I feel great, and I don't see a reason to stop.On Halloween, when this all started, I weighed right at 140. That's the most I've ever weighed, besides when I was pregnant with Isabel. I realize that's not huge, but it's not me. And I'm such a much happier person this way. I haven't just eaten fruits and veggies- I totally indulge in the not so healthy vegan options too.. There's always that 3 day period of pms symptoms where I go to the bar on my lunch and just eat onion rings and coke. (I know, I know.. first pee & poop.. now pms? I'm a disgusting human being) Not only is it 6 months of vegan options on my end- it's Veg Week in Ann Arbor! It's like.. this was on purpose or something. It reminds me of when I had my running streak, and my 100th day was on a race day & I ran a PR and won. And had cake to celebrate!
I realize I'm jumping all over the place in these blogs.. again. It's mine, I can do what I want.
Yesterday's run in Ann Arbor was enough to fill this entire blog entry. I hadn't ran in Ann Arbor since the winter. I really wanted to run on the Arb Trail, and I haven't ran on that since the leaves were orange. I was an idiot to think I could get there my memory. It's a 1.5 mile run to the trail, then I run a couple on the trail, then the 1.5mile run back. So, it puts me at 4-6 ish usually. I somehow ended up on a cul-de-sac with a bunch of old ladies doing a hand weight work out.. I couldn't play it off like it was on purpose that I went down there, because it was a cul-de-sac. I thought I could tell where I was, so I went back out, and somehow, ended up almost in Ypsilanti- completely opposite of where I was supposed to be, since I was trying to run to the Arb, which is by the Children's Hospital in the heart of downtown Ann Arbor. So.. I turned around and headed back towards work. My phone was almost too dead to use googlemaps, so I was just going by judgement to get back. I saw some guys get pulled over while they were walking, and I honestly thought they were pulling me over for jay-walking. I'm sure I would've gotten a huge 'i told you so' for that. Then, I realized, I was heading toward Ypsi again? The roads are weird where I was, I swear I'm not that directionally challenged. I managed to find my way to the UofM campus, and being that it was the warmest day of the year so far, every single person in the world was there. I felt like it was an obstacle course, and I was dodging flying frisbees, dogs, super stoned kids, and like.. tons and tons and tons of people. I made it to the diag, and remembered how much I loved running there- tons of people or not. It's a beautiful campus, and with the warm air and the extra miles, I felt really happy to be running in A2 last night. I had a weird craving for fish & chips while running, which is totally not plant based. And I was starting to get annoyed that I was running a bunch of extra miles, that I started bargaining with myself whether or not it was ok to eat fish & chips. ( I didn't have fish & chips, for what it's worth.)
When I got home last night, I was kind of annoyed with life for a few minutes, and almost ran more miles, then realized I would hate myself the next day & I decided to swing. Which.. in all honesty, I'd competitively swing if I could over running. Ok, maybe not, but I do love swinging.
Ok, I think that's enough running and rambling for a day. Until next time, homies..
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