Say Grace 5K – Race Report

I made someone cry during this race. I hope it’s not the last time it happens, but I hope it’s the last time I make this certain person cry at a race. I made Brown, my little runner man, cry. I’ll explain.

I hadn’t run a fast race in a while and I was feeling the itch. I shared this idea with Daddy Man who encouraged me to head closer to the front of the pack. I waved him off and said I would just start with them. He assumed that meant I had decided to not go fast and just stay with them. Well…I guess I changed my mind about half a mile into the race and I turned the jets on. I kept a steady 10min/mile pace for the last portion of the race and tried to sprint to the end but I was out of gas. It just wasn’t my day. I crossed the finish line in a little over 32 minutes (31:39 is my PR), grabbed a bottle of water, and found a spot to watch my boys and Mom finish. I figured they were only a couple of minutes behind me. I waited…and waited. Finally I saw Mom. She finished in a little over 35 minutes. Then I saw my guys. Daddy Man had a scowl on his face and Brown just looked crestfallen. Uh oh.

When I took off, Brown tried to stay with me and couldn’t. Daddy Man said he just fell apart. He walked a lot. His usually 11min/mile pace was non-existent. When I found them on the other side of the finish line, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “Mom, I thought you were going to run with me.” Heartbroken.

I made him a promise that I would run the rest of the races this year with him. I don’t need to run fast. I don’t need to push my pace. I will run with my son, who makes running fun every single time. My little runner man in his new Brooks Pureflows, just like Daddy Man’s shoes.

Of course, a blueberry muffin and a Double Gobble medal around his neck perked Brown right up. We all got Double Gobble medals for completing the Turkey Trot and the Say Grace 5K.

After the run, we all went home, got Thanksgiving dinner in the oven, and tucked in for a well deserved big meal.

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Turkey Trot 2 Mile – Race Report

One word – Brrrrrrr….

I’ve been running seriously for six months now. Every season is new to me. Summer was good. Long hours to run. Daddy Man was on summer break, so childcare wasn’t an issue. The heat was sometimes an issue, but running earlier in the day was usually good. Fall was awesome. Perfect temperatures. Beautiful scenic views. My already favorite time of year got even better. Winter….brrrrrr….. I’m still learning how to dress. Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I don’t. I think I did pretty good at the 39th annual Turkey Trot in Wichita. This is what I wore for the 2 mile run.

  • Underwear. Victoria’s Secret seamless Pink hipsters. If you have to wear underwear, these are great.
  • C9 fleece-lined running tights from Target
  • Boot-cut compression pants from Old Navy
  • Two pairs of my running socks
  • C9 basic tank from Target
  • C9 fleece-lined long sleeve running turtleneck top
  • Quarter-zip fleece pullover from Old Navy that I bought the day before as a splurge item at $12. Best $12 I’ve spent in a while. That thing saved me from freezing my booty off!
  • My new Saucony wind mittens that my awesome sister-in-law sent as an early Christmas gift.
  • fleece-lined headband

That’s a lot of stuff for a small 2-mile run. But I ended up being on the course for 30 minutes, so the extra layers were welcome. I didn’t PR, but my 4 year old did. Blue ran with me! My tiny little man ran 2 miles! I was so proud of him. He took maybe three 30 second walk breaks. And it wasn’t until about 1.7 miles into it that he admitted to being tired and asking how much further. But once he saw the finish line, he took off and finished with a smile.

The Turkey Trot had an extra bonus this year. The first 2000 registered runners got a coupon from a free Honeysuckle White turkey that we picked up at the finish line. Daddy Man, Brown and I were all registered, so we brought home three birds. When I heard about the turkeys, I envisioned small 8-10lbs turkeys. Oh no…these suckers are each over 15lbs! I’ve never cooked a whole turkey before. I guess I have three chances now to perfection my method.

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The best finish photo yet!

Mustache Dash 5K – Race Report

The mustache obsession is sweeping the nation. I don’t really understand it, but I will gladly participate in it. I will admit to drawing a mustache on the outside of my and my sons’ pointer fingers and taking silly pictures, collapsing in giggles. It’s funny.

Add running with mustaches, and you’ve got something that I would find VERY fun. So naturally when I heard about the Mustache Dash 5K, put on by the KC Running Company, I signed up immediately. I’m not sure if they assigned bibs based on when you signed up or by last name, but I was number 2 and Daddy Man was number 3. I secretly pretended I was a professional athlete at Kona for the entire race…ok…not really.

My mom signed up as well, being the badass grandmother runner that she is. She found pink mustaches in the toy section of our supermarket. Pink mustaches = Tough Girl Tutu! It was the first race in my tutu and it made it that much more fun. I might have to get a Christmas themed race tutu for our December races.

I decided to run with Mom during this race. Mom does not claim to be a runner. She likes to think of herself as a cyclist with a wogging hobby. Wog = the hybrid of running and jogging. Jogging is an evil word…I don’t think jogging. I like running. I digress.

Daddy Man’s brother ended up running with us as well. A true family affair. He was in town from NY for his and Daddy Man’s uncle’s funeral the day before. Funerals are sad and death is depressing, but seeing family that we don’t see often is always a good thing.

Daddy Man, Daddy Man’s Brother, and Brown take off and kept a steady 11 min pace. Mom and I held closer to a 12 min pace. She walked a couple places and I shuffled along side her. Mom can walk FAST. The course was fun. It circled the Old Town district in Wichita and did the small loop around Exploration Place.

I ended up crossing the finish line in just over 35 minutes, about 30 seconds ahead of Mom and about a minute behind Daddy Man, Daddy Man’s Brother, and Brown. A nice Saturday morning run for yours truly. And very enjoyable because I got to do it wearing a tutu and a pink mustache.

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Our mustache’d crew!

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Blue got to hang with Pa (my dad) while the rest of us ran. Those two are cut from the same cloth. They went to McDs for breakfast “beedos” (burritos). And then got donuts from Flying Donuts for us to enjoy post race.

Happy Birthday, BRF!

Today is my best running friend’s birthday. She is 55 years old. In the last seven years, she and I have lost a combined 70lbs, and we’re closing in on 75lbs lost. She and I were heavy together, and now we are skinny together. We send each other dressing room pictures of ourselves in clothes that we normally wouldn’t have dreamed of even trying on. We bought skinny jeans together just last week.

We do a lot together, not only because we are best running friends, but also because we are mother and daughter.

My freshman year of college, I tipped the scales at 175lbs. I’m only 5’3″ so that was a lot of weight to carry around. My BMI was at the bottom end of the obese scale. I must have hid it well because most people don’t believe me when I tell them I weighed that much.

I asked my mom not too long ago how she felt about my weight issues when I was younger. She said it upset her to see me heavy, but she didn’t really know what to do. She was struggling too and figured it was just our genetics.

My senior year of high school, she was diagnosed with lupus and fibromyalgia. Her doctor told her that she would feel better if she could lose a little weight. She started walking. She started eating better. She lost a little weight.

Then I got pregnant. My doctor told me it was “perfectly fine” for me to gain 20-25lbs during my pregnancy. I did the math in my head and panicked. There was no way I was going to weigh 200lbs when I delivered. No way. So I started walking with my mom. I started going to water aerobics. I didn’t gain 25lbs. I didn’t even gain 20lbs. I weighed less when I got home from the hospital than when I got pregnant.

I was happy to have lost a little weight, so I kept walking and taught myself how to cook. I researched nutrition and started eating a lot better. When my oldest was 15 months old, I got pregnant again, and again I managed to weigh less when I got home from the hospital than when I got pregnant.

By this time, my mom had lost quite a bit of weight and bought a bike. She started riding in addition to her walking. Eventually she started what she refers to as “wogging,” her term for walk/jogging.

Now I’m a slightly competitive person…ok, I’m really competitive. My mom says it’s genetic…from the other side of the family. I didn’t want my mom to be skinnier than me. I kicked it into high gear. Not to be shown up by my 50-year-old mom, I bought a bike too and started riding. I started running. I was diagnosed with moderate to severe lactose intolerance and eliminated dairy from my diet, which allowed me to easily drop 5lbs. I caught up to her and then a little bit more. My BMI is now in the healthy weight range. I weigh less than I did in eight grade.

Do I care that I got to buy size 8 skinny jeans and my best running friend bought size 10? A little bit. But I know if she keeps it up, she’ll be buying size 8s of her own before too long. Or maybe she can have mine, because she’ll push me as hard as always and I’ll be buying size 6s!

So…HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the best running friend a girl could ask for! And to the best mom and the best friend a daughter could ask for! Thanks for always pushing me to better myself and for being an inspiration not only to me, but to every person who encounters you in this life.

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Run for the Roses 5K – Race Report

I envisioned the night and morning before my race to go something like this. Eat dinner. Lounge around watching TV and stretching. Going to bed and sleeping with probably a little tossing and turning. Wake up. Eat PB toast and coffee. Poop. Head to the race.

This is how it actually went. Eat dinner. Lounge around watching TV and stretching. Suddenly get really nauseous. Puke A LOT in an hour time frame. Ingest large quantities of antiemetic medications, some of which stayed down, some of which didn’t. Drift in and out of consciousness which resulted in my husband removing my glasses once I felt asleep. Wake up with a still sour stomach. Moan about missing the race. Listen to encouraging words from my husband. Sip water that stayed down. Got my race kit on. Took another antiemetic pill. Headed to the race.

Yeah…less than ideal.

I don’t remember exactly what my husband told me, but what stuck with me is that I would regret not trying. I kept the water down. I didn’t feel totally awful. And I knew I would definitely regret not trying after ten weeks of training.

I threw my goal in the trash. I knew I couldn’t break 30 minutes feeling the way that I did. But I was going to run. I was going to RACE. I was going to do something I had never done before. And I did it.

Run for the Roses includes a one mile race and a 5K race. It’s a small local race paired with the city of Rose Hill’s Fall Festival. This year was the 29th annual Run for the Roses. The course is a fast, flat, out and back south on the main drag of the city.

I started out in the front part of the pack and was quickly passed. I started out too fast, running the first quarter mile at an under 9 min pace. My Garmin probably thought someone else was wearing it. Slow down, deep breaths. I got my pace down to my fast training pace, but I slipped down slower once I hit the start of mile 3. My splits ended up being 9:23, 10:12, 10:55. Started out too fast…duh. I ended up running side by side with another woman. She eventually passed me in the last sprint. I was also passed by one of the stroller pushers…dang, she sprinted the last quarter mile like a badass. I did manage to pass one young boy who obviously bonked. I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed passing him…knowing in my head that a 31-year-old mom was beating the high schooler.

I crossed the finish line and listened to the beep of my chip registering. It was such a surreal experience. I’ve watched my husband cross a lot of finish lines, but this time it was me. I did it…on my own. I stepped out of my comfort zone and ran my race, ran my pace. And I can’t wait until the next one.

Of course, the best part was not what I accomplished, but what my six-year-old did. He loves to run. He loves to race. When his daddy nudged him out of bed that morning, the first word out of his mouth was “RACE!” He finished 3rd in his age group. My hero.

I have a secret…

I run and bike for a lot of reasons. It feels good. It hurts good. I like to sweat. I like to eat bacon and thousand island dressing (not the fat free kind either!) on my hamburgers. But I have a secret reason that I only recently discovered.

I like to run and bike because I do it…commando

Yeah…no undies for this runner. I wear running shorts and skirts with built-in briefs or boy shorts. I’m a big fan of the basic onesĀ from Old Navy. As I was getting ready for one of my recent runs, I decided to just try it. Obviously the shorts were made to be worn that way. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it felt so good. I felt just a little lighter in my step. Nothing riding up anywhere. No cotton to rub or feel icky against my delicate bits. I’m anti-cotton when it comes to running clothes. I want polyester/spandex wicking fabrics only.

As far as biking goes, underwear is apparently an obvious no-no. I was having some issues with my bike shorts not being comfortable. My wise husband said simply, “Are you still wearing underwear with them?” Uh…yeah. His response, “Of course, it hurts then!” On my next ride, I ditched the undies and applied a thin layer of glorious Her’ Chamois Butt’r to the orange chamois of my Pearl Izumi shorts and off I went. As much as it pains me to admit, my husband was right. I could have ridden all day like that!

In addition, the Chamois Butt’r is good for the dreaded chub-rub. You know that tiny area where your very upper thighs still touch and rub uncomfortably together as you plow your Mizunos forward on the pavement. I don’t know why women are afraid to talk about that! Just put a little Butt’r on your thighs and you will be comfortable for miles of running.

So say it with me! Ditch the undies! Run commando. And smile when you do it!

Hellllloooooo

How many blog entries have I started with “long time, no blog.” Too many, but whatever…

So…long time, no blog!

It was not quite two years ago that I last blogged and I can’t imagine why I stopped. Oh yeah…starting a full time job, juggling a 3-year-old and a one-year-old, dealing with a husband still in grad school…the usual.

So what’s happened in the last two years that is blog worthy. What have I accomplished or better yet what have I survived…

1. Daddy Man finished grad school (YEAH!), started lifting weights HEAVY, put on lots of muscle, and looked pretty beef cake. And then a year ago he decided he wanted to do triathlons. So he bought running shoes and a bike, lost some muscle, got leaner, looks hot, and competed in three (one more to go) triathlons this summer. Kansas 70.3 Ironman is on his next kick-butt list. Oh…and he got a vasectomy, so no more browns or blues!

2. Brown is now SIX! We survived kindergarten and are on the way to first grade. He LOVES school, just like his mama did. Loves reading, loves math, loves the library, loves riding the bus, loves recess, loves PE, loves music, loves art, loves his friends. I love that kid.

3. Blue is FOUR! We survived two and three, and we might just survive four. He’s starting his second year of preschool and he likes school. He tolerates learning, just like his daddy did. He takes speech twice a week because he has poor articulation or as his pa calls it “dutch-y.”

4. I lost more weight. I don’t really know how much I lost in the last two years, but my total weight loss from July 2006 when I started my journey is 30lbs! BOOM! I have a whole new closet of clothes and it feels amazing.

5. I bought a bike…err…two bikes. I bought one to get my feet wet riding again and then I fell in love with riding on the road and wanted to be fast. I have a Specialized Ariel hybrid bike named Mermaid and a BADASS Trek Madone 4.5 road bike named Sexy. And I have to admit I am afraid of Sexy. She has clipless pedals and I like to fall over. But I’m learning and gaining confidence.

6. I became a runner. A little over a year ago I decided I wanted to run the RiverRun 10K in Wichita. A double dose of bronchitis put those plans on hold, but I had been bit by the running bug. I have used the Couch to 5K program to get started and now I’m running a few miles a week and building my stamina. The ultimate goal is to comfortably be able to jump into 5K and 10K runs throughout the year. And to get faster. A 10:30 mile is ok, but I’d like to get it to sub-10. Maybe a duathlon if I can get over my fear of Sexy and her clipless pedals!

7. I switched jobs. The full-time worker gig was not for me. The housework piled up. I was short with my husband. I didn’t see my boys enough. My mom and my in-laws were exhausted from being my daycare. I quit the para job at the school and found my DREAM job at the local public library. My official title is youth services assistant, but basically I’m a part-time children’s librarian. Maybe I’ll do it full-time some day, but for now I’m happy with my 20-ish hours a week.

Ummm…I think that’s it. We still live on the compound with my extended family. We enjoy the rural life and are contemplating a way to make it permanent and still get the bigger home that we desire and need.

Be prepared for more frequent postings on a variety of topics. Food, working out, silly anecdotes from Brown and Blue, books…you know, my favorite things. Hope you all will tune in!