Today I ran 9 miles. I’m going to say it went as well as running 9 miles at 5:45 in the morning can go. I think I figured out the tactic that works for me the best, and aside from the first five minutes, I had really no discomfort. Basically, I run my heart out as far as I can go and then I just run the rest of the way doing the ever efficient Galloway method, running for three minutes and walking for one. It works for me! Oh, and keep it slow. Real slow.
What you all don’t know is that on Thursday night I was up at 12:45 crying and writing Team in Training a long letter as to why I had to quit. My shins hurt, I said. I just can’t do it. I’m not a “real runner”.
My gut told me to wait until Monday to send that letter so I saved it in my drafts section of my gmail and went to bed with a heavy heart.
And then this morning the sermon at church totally spoke to me. Brian, our pastor, was telling us how his fourteen year old daughter just ran in her first cross country meet yesterday. There were 60 runners and she was second to last. Her one friend on the team was dead last and so far back and lost that everyone thought she dropped out. Well, Brian’s daughter actually made the decision to TURN AROUND and run the opposite direction close to the finish line just so she could find her friend and run by her side…so she wouldn’t be the last. She didn’t care about time or pace; she put someone else before herself. And she’s only fourteen. Amazing.
This whole time, I’ve been trying to make this race all about ME. I’ve been so concerned with walking less, running more and running fast while at it. I felt like in order to hold my head high in the blogworld, I had to finish the race in under two hours and run the entire time.
Now I can see just how ridiculously stupid that is. The truth of the matter is that this race isn’t about Jenna at all. Not in the least bit. This race is for all those cancer patients who will benefit from the research that raising close to $9,000 will bring in. What does it matter what my “split” times are, how fast I go, or how much I walk? What does it even matter if I walk the whole dang thing?! I’ve twisted this race around to be a selfish matter when it most clearly should not be. It’s really easy to get caught up in reading these food and exercise blogs—-thinking that if you aren’t running 30 miles a week you must not be a runner…it’s ingrained in us to be the BEST at everything and to judge ourselves based on someone else. But, at the end of the day, who cares? Seriously. I challenge each one of you to stop comparing yourself to others, stop aiming for perfection, and just accept what you are and where you are today and help someone else. It’s not all about PRs and calories; it’s about real life and real people.
Okay, rant over. Moral of the story: I’m not quitting and even though it might take me five hours to finish this thing, I’m doing it for those who can’t even walk and would kill to be in my shoes.
Hopefully I didn’t come off as too harsh. God gave me a very passionate, feisty and stubborn heart and I’m using it the best way I know how. 🙂
Pre-run I had two slices of whole wheat toast with peanut butter—-
Drank watered down gatorade the whole way and it worked well. I love that stuff! When I got home I made a big shake with 1 scoop Vega, 1 scoop Amazing Grass SuperFood, 1 frozen banana, frozen peaches, 1 cup soymilk and 1 scoop peanut butter.
It was actually really gross (haha) but I was so hot and so tired and so wiped out that I didn’t care. I really don’t like this Vega stuff and am thankful that my refill for Amazing Meal is on route to me right now! I feel like Vega has a weird sweet taste. Maybe it’s just me.
The shake actually filled me up for quite some time but when I got home around 1:00, I was literally shaking again from hunger. Dangit, running 9 miles makes me HANGRY! I made the quickest and most filling meal I knew:
Mmmmmmm oatmeal 🙂 I used 1/2 cup oats, 1/2 cup soymilk, 1/2 cup water, 1 scoop Sun Warrior protein powder, some craisins, cinnamon, sea salt and white chocolate wonderful pb. I’m just realizing now I have had peanut butter with every meal/snack today so far. Awesome.
I’m off to wander around the bookstore, my favorite Sunday afternoon activity. I’m so excited to go to California on Friday that I’m already packing….woohoo!