nourishing & unapologetic
Free. Joyful. Full-speed ahead. That's Garth in a nutshell. This goldendoodle was in Hog Heaven at Nicholas' grandma's farm. He would run himself ragged and then he'd run some more.
Garth is wise beyond his 9-months of age. Metaphorically and and in real life, he's got it right. Life's tough; keep going. Life's exciting; keep going. Life doesn't stop; keep going. You gotta just keep running.
As some may know, I'm trying to train for my second half marathon. (Thanks bestie A for inspiring the first!) But seriously, I guess I'm crazy enough to think I should go for round two. The constant in both training experiences thus far is that I am a not a natural runner. I had a terrible run right before this post. I mean U-G-L-Y. My legs felt like lead and my lungs felt like they were the size of grapes (i.e. no air capacity). This is on the heels of running my best mile ever two days prior. Inconsistency drives me bonkers. So, I've been rather defeated.
Nick's been trying to run with me more, which in theory is a great idea. "The couple that runs together, stays together", right? Well, sure. But when one partner is athletic and the other is the self-declared FFK*, we know running is likely not the perfect hobby to do jointly. Since our coupled running has started, I developed a nickname and/or hashtag for dearest hubby, #notrainingNick as he can breeze through each mile despite his lack of training. He's returned the favor declaring that my mantra for each run #thisbasicallysucks. (I guiltily admit, I'm a complainer when it comes to hitting the pavement.)
So this aforementioned awful run had me super discouraged. Nick, bless his heart, is a pretty good cheerleader and did his best to push me to finish. I did everything but bawl or throw a fit while trying to get back to our house. It wasn't pretty. Post-run and post-dinner, my head cleared some. And I realize I finally heard Nick. And Garth. I'm out there, trying. And for now, each day, trying is enough. Without trying there will be no progress. I can't get faster if I don't run.
It's only fitting that I recently pinned this image on Pinterest. It's what I needed. I have a hard time feeling successful when it comes to any type of physical activity or athletic event. I am extremely hard on myself in all areas of my life but especially in areas that I am weak. In the remaining 16 weeks of my training, I am going to try to approve first, criticize second. And, above all, I am going to try to follow Garth's lead and just keep running. I encourage you to do the same. Give yourself a break; know you are enough as you are despite the bad runs and ugly days.
It's almost sinful and totally not natural, organic, healthy, or from scratch. It's gooey goodness could probably bring world peace if we had enough cookies though. It's literally the easiest, quick faux-S'more you can make inside. Plus, it's Oreo, Reese's and Jet-Puffed, is there a better combination? I think not! Here's the how-to:
Trust me. Make one of these ASAP. And then keep all the supplies on hand to make s'more. :)
Until next time--
*remember, FFK is former fat kid