Yoga, Wetlands, Gunshots and Chocolate Milk

Yoga :: Folks. If you are the least bit interested in yoga, which you should be, because it’s great for runners… please please please look into YogaGlo. They give you a free 15 days before billing you $18 per month. Now, here in Oklahoma, prices at local studios are maybe $10, so with just two online classes in pays for itself. I know in ‘trendier’ parts of the country, classes are way more expensive… anyway, I had cancelled my membership, but emailed the fine folks at YogaGlo with some questions about reactivating my service, because I decided I wanted to come back. Welp. They activated my account immediately, and gave me 30 free days. I was floored. There really are good people in the world! This might sound like nothing to you, but it was a very generous and heartwarming thing for me, and YogaGlo can count on my business for as long as I’m able to do yoga.

So, so happy.

Let me backtrack a bit – yesterday, I was more than mentally amped for a 5 miler. Though it was raining, the temps were in the mid 50s and I knew I could keep W’s interest. However, I woke up with random front knee pain that kept bugging me throughout the day, so I decided against the run, instead doing yoga during little man’s naptime. Which, I was thrilled for, because of the reactivation and all. I searched through the classes and found a knee-friendly one, and the whole purpose of the class was to recognize problematic poses for the knee and how to limit yourself in doing them. I was humbled. I thought I was getting ‘the perfect stretch’, when in all actuality I was harming my knees by hyper-rotating them. Who hurts themselves doing yoga?! I do. So glad to know it wasn’t running that made them ache Smile


UGH, jurisdictional wetlands, the worst kind of wetlands out there. Sitting there, all jurisdictional and shit.

“Wetlands” :: Which takes me back to today – mid 60s, sunny, and ideal weather for a run around base. 4 simple miles, and I pushed myself to where it was challenging; maybe a ‘short sentence’ conversational pace. I didn’t check my watch the entire run, and adjusted pace to how I felt, paying attention to my knees – 8:59 average. This might not sound impressive to you… but I am beyond thrilled. In case you weren’t aware, I come from years of 10:00/mile pace, unless I had a PT test and had to push it. The Air Force Base here has a great little trail system that goes throughout numerous neighborhoods, wrapping amongst wilderness/’wetlands’, and around the flightline.


Gunshots :: The paved trail also went around a small arms firing range, which was STRANGE to run around, considering that there was live fire just a few feet away from me. Stuff like that will definitely make you speed up a bit, and it stretched along a decent course of the run – impromptu tempo run, for sure. I didn’t have headphones in, but I guarantee you would have been able to hear it, even with your music at it’s loudest. I knew shots weren’t being fired at me, but hearing them outside of physically being at the firing range was pretty surreal. Note to self: get back to the range.

Chocolate milk :: Coming back, I knew I had to get dinner going, and for one reason or another I was craving chocolate milk. So much so, that I got in the car and physically went to the store to get some. It was the oddest thing, and I think I have chocolate milk maybe once a year. If that. the second I got back, I chugged that thing before I even put random perishables away. It truly was the weirdest thing, and I hope this isn’t a trend.


Someone please explain to me what a ‘new age drink’ is…

Anyway, hope you are all enjoying the weekend, and that your weather is treating you nicely. Smile

Happy Friday Eve!


The past couple of days have been busy! Yesterday I had a 3.5 mile single stroller run with this little man. I absolutely love running with him. Well, with both of the kids, really. Though he refuses to talk, as a family we have gotten pretty good at deciphering his caveman way of communication. There’s a grunt for “LOOK!”, “I’m hungry”, “Get me out of this carseat”, “I’m tired”… there’s even a special one for “my water is stuck”. This all makes an appearance during a run, and yesterday was no different. Naturally it was windy and cold, but that didn’t stop us. I booked during a majority of the run – I had a brilliant idea of wandering down what I thought would be a desolate road, but in turn was actually an industrial road leading to various construction sites and the post dump. So, not your typical Prius puttering by you, more like 18 wheelers scaring the ever living SHIT out of you. W loved it though, he would let out a big, excited “whoooooooooooooa”-ish type sound every time one went by. The run was humbling, especially when I was struggling up a hill and happened to see a fellow preschool mom. Sigh. I never see anyone when I’m rocking the track workout, but sure, half dead and moving at a snail’s pace, why not. Smile

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Today I managed to get in some decent yoga time. A month or so ago I decided to cancel my YogaGlo subscription (…only $18 a month… sigh) to save us some money, but in retrospect I am totally kicking myself for doing that. I’ve somehow managed to find decent free sessions on YouTube, but I really liked YogaGlo. I might have to go back, as I desperately miss my Jo Tastula therapy sessions. I did the runner’s sequence and some spine twists that really helped open my back up. I don’t know if it is my posture or what, but my back has been hurting like crazy lately.

Another round of “Would You Rather” from Olive to Run Smile 

Would you rather…  run with one of your ancestors or your role models? Ancestors, hands down! I love anything to do with genealogy, and would be so fascinated to see a glimpse of where I came from.  
Would you rather…  run a race that is a few hour drive but in a beautiful location or in your city with a short drive? Total mom answer – depends on the kids. 5 hour drive to a winery? No. Princess Dash here in town? Of course! I’d probably chose city because I’m frugal like that…
Would you rather… take an ice bath for a half hour or foam roll for a half hour? Foam roll. It’s a necessary evil. I actually don’t mind ice baths, but 30 minutes of one sounds like more harm than good!
Would you rather… have a black toe nail pulled off or have your entire back chaffed from running and be forced to shower for a hour straight? ARGH. Toe nail – instantly gone is better.
Would you rather… spend an extra $100 a month given to you on running/fitness or save it? Save it. … unless I’m allowed to spend it on the kids.
Would you rather… be known for running the fastest marathon or running the longest distance at one time? Longest distance. Because that means more food…
Would you rather… have your medal handed to you by Kara Goucher or Shalane Flanagan? Kara!
Would you rather… lick someone else’s armpit after a marathon, or lick their foot after a marathon? Sorry, throwing in the towel. If I even envision that, I’ll start puking.


There are times in life when you can choose to what degree you push yourself out of your comfort zone. As a child, jumping off the diving board for the first time was exhilarating, yet a common practice by the end of summer. When you are a teen, the first time you took the wheel was panic inducing, but the hours go on and eventually you think back fondly of those white-knuckle-gripping-the-steering-wheel days. A runner can have a love hate relationship with speed work – hating the process yet reaping the rewards in a PR. You think that as an adult, things set themselves in place, with little wiggle room. Alas, life laughs at you, throwing curveballs. From there, you face them head on, or with resistance; but odds are you make it to the other side. We call these ‘experiences’ and you’re left to look back with your own thoughts, good or bad.


Today as a parent I definitely had a ‘comfort zone’ moment, that I’m sure many of you will roll your eyes at. K started full day school. Now, before you get all “areyouserious” on me, this was a big step for all involved. K is what we can call a ‘highly sensitive child’ which means she needs all the prepping you can give, and this can often immediately lead to either disastrous consequences – or not. To say she loves school is an understatement. Last year she went half days, twice a week and cried every time we left. This year, we opted for half days yet again, but every day, and was thriving. After her mid-year parent/teacher conference, her teacher asked if we would consider sending her all day, because she felt as though K was not only ready, but that she would flourish. I knew that in the back of my mind, she was SO incredibly ready. For example, she asks to do school work all the time. She is always sounding things out, practicing letters, and dabbling in math. Rational was clouded by the fact that “She’s my BABY!!!!” and my thought process couldn’t help but get stuck at “this is the last big school step.” I know, I’m lame. But from here on out, she’ll be going to school all day, every day. Until College. Huge sigh.  I can do this.

With this said, I do get plenty of ‘found’ time with W. As I sit here typing, he is able to get an uninterrupted nap, something I don’t think he’s had regularly his entire life. I am also excited to start some things with him – counting, playing with blocks, shapes, and some speech work. We have already had an amazing day, and I know he will appreciate the time together as well. During his nap, I’ve also managed to do some “preventative maintenance” yoga. I highly recommend this video for all runners. Again, a comfort zone thing. I pushed a bit, and the benefit is that I sit here adequately stretched. My favorite part? The IT Band stretch. Mine is very cranky, and gets pissed off when I do anything remotely active, so you better believe I’ll be doing this video multiple times over. This is, hands down, the best IT Band stretch I have ever done – it can be found at the 18:00 minute mark.


I initially wanted to hit the gym today but NO WAY am I going out in the cold weather – I’ve done enough comfort zone pushing today and below freezing temperatures might send me into a blind rage. Grumpy Cat tells my exact feelings on the current weather conditions.