Short stories from long runs

This blog about my run and training

I’ve had a very encouraging couple of days and am in a really great mood about it.

After coming down with an infection last week that left me with a 102 fever and feeling hit by a bus, the weekend found me in better spirits and just generally feeling much better. When my sister came over to spend the day with Henry and I on Friday, I suggested she bring workout clothes. We can take Henry for a run in the stroller, I proposed.

Oh my gosh, it was so much fun.

When Nik and I were deciding on the baby gear we needed and wanted, we debated quite a bit when it came to the stroller. I was staunchly anti-stuff from the get-go and only wanted one stroller: a jogger. It seemed silly and expensive to invest in a jogging stroller and an everyday affair when they both run in the several-hundred-dollars range. When we decided to go with the Bob Revolution SE, I sort of silently vowed to make sure I got sufficient use out of it. So far, so good.

Luckily, it’s been warmish the past few days, with temps in the low 40’s, making for beautiful running weather. We took off late morning, around my now-usual walking route. It was Corey’s first run in awhile and I reminded her to go easy on me, pushing a 24-pound stroller, 11-pound car seat, and 13-pound baby and all! After running the first two miles, we walked the last one home. Afterwards, Corey quickly signed up for the New Jersey Half Marathon this spring, which means I’ll be justified in bullying her to run with us even more over the next few months.

Afterwards, we napped.

And I took selfies.

I took the next two days off from running in an effort to take it slow and take it easy. Even though I feel fully recovered from birthing our little dude and more or less recovered from last week’s illness, I’m still extra cautious to ease back in, since the last thing I want is to be sidelined with an injury. Still, I rolled out of bed really early Sunday morning and made my way south to Raynham, Mass. to volunteer at a half marathon my running club put on. I’m trying to get a jump start on my New Year’s Resolution to get more involved with my running club. Plus, when you can’t run, support runners, right?!

Yesterday, Corey and I were back at it. Corey came to babysit Henry while I was at the doctors in the morning, but we suited up and headed out in the early afternoon. I’m finding it really fun now that Henry is almost three-months old that he spends more time awake in general, and that during that awake time, he’s usually happy to be hanging out and checking out his surroundings. I feel strongly about getting him outside for fresh air as much as possible and it’s fun to think that during our walks and runs that he’s seeing new things each and every time. We went with the same route yesterday, but ran even more (and faster!) than on Friday.

Finally, this morning I had the most encouraging and exciting run of all. It seemed like Henry was about ready for a nap around 10:30, so I got him into his hat, mittens, and sweater, loaded him into his car seat and got myself ready to run.

It was a little lonely without Corey as my sidekick, but I got into my groove pretty quickly, especially after Henry fell asleep (at the end of our driveway), therefore eliminating my only [adorable] distraction. While we were out yesterday, Corey mentioned that running with the stroller must be difficult considering I didn’t have my arms available to help propel me. I agreed, but then this morning found myself thinking about it. Why not? I had bragged that the stroller basically drives itself, so why did I need both arms to steer?

So, this morning I worked on running while using one arm to pump/propel and the other to drive/steer. My splits were instantly quicker and my exertion was more comfortable, too. I kept adding little bits onto my route because I felt really good and ended up running just over 3.5 miles at a 9:27 pace. A 9:27 pace, people! To complete my workout, feel really good, and realize I had run so well (for me), I couldn’t have been happier.

Okay, so I don’t look totally thrilled there, but all the same.

The best part is that it just makes me want to get up and go even more. Just as a tough workout can sometimes defeat in irrational ways, a good one has a way of conjuring up sunshine and rainbows that are a bit over the top. Still, on a grey December day when it’s only getting darker and colder, I’ll take it.

Now it’s your turn: tell me about your victories this week!

Also, I’m committing to including some more “educational” content to the blog (think what to wear in winter, how to write a training plan, how to fuel for a long run). What are you interested in hearing more about?