34 days ago, but feels like eons. 💙💛
Thank you @hylandspowered for this awesome photo. Btw I love that you can see how utterly soaked my shorts were. Boston was a PR for ‘number of cups of water poured onto myself.’ #humidAF
So, hi! I’m alive, just drowning in homework to finish up the semester, fighting like hell to make it through final exams. Also I had an interview on Friday for a new role at the hospital and I got the job! And I’m the speaker at my graduation ceremony on Friday so I’m working on finalizing a draft of the speech. So, yeah, lots of non-running life going on up in here, and that’s exhausting enough, so I’ve just been fitting in strength training and swimming when I can. Looking forward to school being done so I can JUST CHILL.
Also once this semester is over I’m going to return to taking on more coaching clients again. I’d trimmed down to just a few due to time constraints. If you’re someone who’s messaged or emailed me in the past about coaching, or we worked together before & you’d like to dive back in, feel free to shoot me a message or fill out the form on my website.
Hope you’re all having a great weekend. Be well ❤️
Practice makes perfect! That means you gotta practice running race pace, practice taking your nutrition, practice with your race day gear, and mostly important of all, practice taking selfies while running. I think I just used the word “practice” so much that even @theofficialai3 would blush. We talkin’ ‘bout practice?
This past weekend, I learned a couple major things, running my 6th half marathon. This specific #halfmarathon I was physically prepared, but didn't know the course (the race hadn't uploaded the course on the website) I had no idea what to expect for my first trail race - ever, and also realized I forgot my headphones within a minute of starting.
With these couple specific challenges, the immediate feeling I felt was fear. 😬
What was the trail like? What if it was more advanced than I thought? What if I couldn't run 13.1 miles well without headphones? What if I got lost on the trails? Where were the aid stations? What did they provide? Where there any restrooms on the course? Did I have it in me to run a half marathon at 23 weeks pregnant? 🤰🏼🙈 All these thoughts swirled through my brain - but in the quiet moments before the race, I decided to act out of faith vs. fear.
This has been coming up a lot lately for me and slowly and surely the Lord is teaching me that I often act out of fear rather than faith.
So, I laced up my shoes, downed an energy chew and faced that fear head on. And you know what, it was one of my favorite finish line/race experiences yet. Not because it was my fastest or best, but because I learned something through each of those miles. 💕
Mainly, that it's in fearful moments that we have opportunities to show courage. And that through Jesus' strength, we can do more than we ever thought possible.
So, whatever fear you are facing today, whether a tough workout, or a heavy load of running this week, or an upcoming race, or any other non running related issue- let's choose to face it with faith vs. fear. It's pretty amazing what happens when we choose to show up with grateful hearts.
6 8113 May, 2019
Alright, so how did I get a ~10min marathon PR? ☝🏼👌🏼
It’s true what people say about trimming off time getting tougher as those numbers get smaller; I swear that going from a 2:30 Half to 2:10 was way easier than going from a 1:47 to 1:42. The road narrows. Thus, cutting 3:55 to 3:45 felt like a pretty big deal.
So how did I do it? 🔸
Most importantly, through consistent building of fitness over time.
Wait...that’s a boring answer, Alys.
It’s true tho 🤷🏻♀️ Over the last few years, consistent running & good workouts have allowed me to progressively get stronger and faster. I’ve chipped away at shorter distances, while alternating training with simply going for runs bc it’s something I like to do. 🔸This season, I ran more easy effort miles than I ever have in my life. I did very little running in the 7:xxs & 8:xxs, & instead of being a little speed demon, I left any 5:xxs and 6:xxs at home. They had no place in this marathon training, other than to boost my ego. I finally accepted that running a marathon is all about aerobic fitness. I CAN run those 6’s, but that’s not for now. During this training, I finished a 10k at 7:19 pace & half at 7:49 pace, despite doing 90% of my runs at 9:00-9:40. It freaking works, guys. 🔸
I picked a goal that was realistic for me, & when I did do speed work, the target paces were based on set goals rather than simply running them as fast as I can. When a workout called for 7:30/mi repeats, I ran 7:30/mi repeats, rather than running 6:57s just to feel like a bo$$. I felt like a bo$$ on race day, instead.
*continued in comments*
Despite all the struggles and stress, I continued our relationship. It was minimal and strained, but it existed. Until 2015. That was the year my mom told me that if there was one person on the planet that would make her take her own life, it was me.
I could not believe it. It cut. I couldn’t fathom saying something even remotely close to that to someone I loved, and NEVER to one of my children. Her emotional manipulation was out of control and I would no longer subject myself to it. I would no longer allow that venom in my heart and mind. I would not subject my children to it - I would protect them.
So this has been our story. I have to be honest that it’s not been easy to share. Every morning I hesitated to post. But everyday more and more people reached out, most of them privately, to say they have had similar experiences. I have seen that I am not alone. You are not either. We do not have to feel ashamed for making choices that were for our betterment - even if those hard and painful choices include family and public opinion may not understand.
People do not get to be in your life simply because they are family. No one can treat you like trash because you’re related. You are not a bad person if you decide a family member, even your parent, doesn’t deserve to be in your life because they are toxic and will not change.
I have forgiven my mother. I love her and I pray for her. But I can forgive her and love her without needing to allow her to control and manipulate me or my children. It still doesn’t make this time of year any easier. I yearn for the relationships I see my friends have with their mothers. I wish it had been different. But I know my relationship with my daughter will be that what I prayed for.
Thanks for sharing in my story. To all the mamas out there, Happy Mother’s Day! —————>
Despite the demons my mom fought, she genuinely loved us the best she could. My dad was the calm & stable rock of the family. He taught us how to manage the ups and downs and how to truly forgive people (he’s a priest, so he’s pretty much supposed to be able to do that😆).
My relationship with my mom grew closer when I was in high school. We moved to a new, small town and that’s a really hard thing to do when you’re 15. We spent a lot of time together and I started to pay closer attention to how she viewed the world and the people she encountered.
She was almost always upset or angry at the world in general. She was always the victim. Always. No matter how big or small the situation, she was victimized by the world day after day. The other party was either out to hurt her, or she had done something wrong to cause the situation. The possibility that someone could cut you off in traffic on accident, not as a personal malicious attack on her, just didn’t exist.
She tried counseling, but stopped because there was always something wrong with the process, or the place, or the therapist. She would try meds and stop because of one reason or another. She would have this angry, on/off approach about why nothing ever worked for her and it was other people’s fault that she couldn’t get better or be better. She was stuck and she was angry, and she wouldn’t change to try to help herself. .
One day I got angry in the car at another driver and I heard my mother’s voice and words come out of my mouth. It caught me by surprise. I had said the exact things before but for some reason that day, it stung. The other driver had made a mistake, it was fine, I was fine, it wasn’t anything that should tick me off and ruin the rest of my day. This was when I started to realize the power of mindset. I had the ability to choose if I allowed that one moment to ruin my day. I could make the change. I didn’t have to fume the rest of the day about the other driver.
Slowly, as I finished high school & prepared to move out, I started making changes so my upcoming independent adult life would be different. My mom’s outlook and mindset however, didn’t change and to this day, still hasn’t.
Be awesome today
You can't control what happens outside, but you can control what happens inside.
I've been feeling pretty overwhelmed this week including feeling stressed out about how time flies, my anxiety, dealing with some post-birthday blues, and a bit upset I haven't made more progress towards goals. Here's a reminder that you can only control yourself and how you react to everything else.
Take a small step towards a goal to take action and make it happen. Be awesome to yourself and do awesome things 🙌 #sharethespark#beatyesterday#garmincrew#momentumjewelry#puravidabracelets
10 949 May, 2019
I’ll start at the beginning, or at least the beginning of what I can remember. Let me preface this (and any subsequent posts about my mother) by saying that I love her and I truly believe she did her best. She suffered unspeakable things in her life and I consider her a survivor in many ways. I am the woman I am today not in spite of her, but because of her.
My mother suffers from crippling depression. I also believe she lives with other mental illnesses that are either undiagnosed or undisclosed to me. One of my earliest memories that I can recall knowing there were problems was around the time I was around 6 or 7 years old. My mom sat me down on the couch, along with my two younger brothers (neither of whom remember this). My dad was at work. She was wearing a pastel checkered house dress that almost swallowed her whole (she’s very small, 5’ and maybe 95 pounds soaking wet). She had short hair, but it was long enough to curl under her ears. She sat us down and put my youngest brother, just an infant, next to me so I could support him on the couch.
She got very close and yelled in our faces. I don’t remember what she said right then. I just remember the feeling and the look on her face.
Then she turned the corner to the kitchen in front of us. The couch we were sitting on faced the kitchen, which led to her bedroom across the hall. We sat there and watched her go into the kitchen, get the largest knife from the chopping block, and storm into her room. As she pounded across, she said more words, only a few of which I remember.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever come out.”
She didn’t act on those words, thank God. Honestly I don’t remember the rest of that day. I have no idea how long we sat on the couch or who let us get up.
There were many more of these types of events throughout my childhood. Some of them more quietly done than others. Sometimes she would just disappear without telling us where she was going. Some of those were short, others were a day or two.
When times were good they were really, really good. But when they weren’t, they were living hell.
Speed workout today. Splits in stories 💪🏻🔥
Here’s the thing:
Those smiles are both genuine.
This could be a post about “what I did wrong, what I did better,” but that wouldn’t encompass what really happened on each of these days.
Boston was the hardest race I’ve ever run. I was sick with a respiratory infection and ended up in the medical tent. The humidity made me its b*tch. I ran my slowest marathon time ever. But it was freaking MAGICAL. Every bit of it - from the times I was scared I physically wasn’t going to make it and the spectators carried me through, to mile 23 when the rain kick-started a second wind and I felt like I could fly to the finish. 🔸
Eugene was magical in a different way. My training all came together. My goal pace felt easy. It didn’t hurt that this was an easier course and the weather was perfect, too. I had the time of my life.
I’m equally proud of both of these performances; in fact, I might be even more proud of the one that was the hardest. I FOUGHT for that finish line. I hope that if you’ve had a similar experience before, that you’re proud of it too. ❤️
Ever get “second-hand runners high?” 🤯
In all seriousness, a couple of weeks ago a sweet older lady looked around, lowered her voice, and asked me: “do you actually feel high when you run?” Y’all, she was so sweet! 👵🏼 #blessherheart •
I said, “It’s not like a drug-high; it’s more like I feel empowered and strong... like I can do anything. 👸🏽 I am full of energy and happiness, a feeling I want to bottle up.” 💃🏽
I believe there is such a thing as second-hand runner’s high. 😮 It’s a little different, but when I saw @des_linden and @runmeb win the @bostonmarathon , I felt it.