A Running Mom

We visited friends in Philly this weekend. We had a blast telling stories, eating yummy food, and watching the kids have fun together after not seeing each other for years. Best thing for me was that I got in a good run right in the middle. I didn’t have a lot of time, since I didn’t want to disappear for too long. So I took off in search of the best hill I could find. It was just a mile away. A gradual climb at first and then a steep finish, for about a half a mile. Perfect. Plus, in true Philly fashion, it offered me views of hills, historical homes and happy people. I loved it. I ran pretty fast and pretty hard for 30 minutes. For me, it was just what I needed to enjoy sharing more stories, eating more food and having fun playing with all six kids!

Go Steelers!

May your next run be a good one.

Rebecca

A Running Mom :: 2009 :: January ::
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A friend sent me a message today saying he was going for the last run of 2008. I hadn’t planned to run today. But he inspired me. Tonight I took the perfect run to end the year, with a dear friend, through a park that lights up the town with decorative lights this time of year.  Between the snow, the lights, the 20 degrees, hills, great stories and sinking sun, it couldn’t have been better.  So here’s to us all. All we’ve done.  And better, all we’ve get to do in 2009. Cheers!  And, thanks, Jeff!  

May your next run be a good one. Rebecca

So all you peeps out there who, like me, enjoyed the bliss of running today and came up with a fabulous idea because of it, here’s to you! For all you people who procrastinated one more day, get off that couch and hit it… the road, the track, the treadmill… get out there and RUN! You’ll be glad you did. I sure am. 

Treadmill running usually drives me crazy, but not today.  It was all about running faster and breathless, until my legs flew beneath me like an 8 year-old girl running for a fly ball she desperately wants to catch but knows she’s likely to drop it.  Panicked.  Frantic.  And awkward.  

That was me.  Today.  On the old treadmill.

And it was fabulous.

I even conjured up a terrific idea for the holiday season.  My girls are going to love it!  More on that later…

May your next run be a good one.

Rebecca

My plans for running 3 times last week as an effort to keep at bay the possibility of any extra turkey/pie/yummy food poundage was completely outweighed — lol — by my absolute need to chat with my peeps. My family. My nephews. Nieces. Brothers. Sisters. Children. MOM. There were 60 of us after all! But the combination of late nights, a few beers, and a ton of catching up with family, kept me away from my shoes. They sat in the corner and laughed at me.  

So? Tomorrow is the day. The kids go back to school and I get to run! Whenever I want (sort of)!  I can’t wait for that feeling… you know the one… you’re running after days of inactivity. You feel fabulous because you’re all rested without any muscle soreness from any recent workouts. You’re antsy to get out because you’re full of extra energy from all the imbibing. You feel guilty from all the imbibing. You can’t wait to feel tired and exhausted. You feel like you can run forever. So you run longer than you ought. Your mind starts to slough off all the nonsense from days of lethargy. Your head starts spitting out great ideas. You start thinking clearly. Peacefully. You just breathe deeply and sweat. And sweat.

Yeah. That run. I can’t wait.

Today I feel like yuck. Tomorrow I’ll be back.

So think of me. Tomorrow. It’s gonna be good.

May your next run be a good one.

Rebecca

Welcome to my ‘hood.  This is the fastest part of any run for me around where I live.  When I make it to this stop sign, my wheels can’t stop.  I’m running as fast as I can down this hill, around this corner (beautiful view, yes?) and whew! into my backyard.  Why is it so great?  It’s all downhill, baby.  Not steep.  Just sloped ever-so-subtly so that by the time I reach my house, I feel like an Olympian.

It’s a great finish.  And for me, sometimes, a great finish means a great run.

May your next run be a great one.

Rebecca