Running

I miss running.  A lot.  It was my stress relieve.  It felt good to be getting some serious exercise.  It was my time, even though I had my entire family following me.

Then I hurt my back and I haven’t been able to run since.  Yesterday I hurt my back again and once again I look like a question mark while walking.  I feel like crying lots.  Continuously.

I have to share with this  though. I laughed so much.  Question from Jason:

Jason - “How do you buy a bed?”

Me - “Huh?  How do you buy a bed?  You walk into the shop, you choose the one you want and you pay for it”

Jason - “But how do you you get it into the shopping trolley?!”

 

Exercise

Exercise has always been a part of my life.  Some times way less but mostly it’s been there.  As a kid I played netball, took part in athletics (and badly lost lol).  I went to gym and did aerobics.  Loved exercise.  Played hours of squash with my ex-boyfriend.  Even when I got married, working full time and studying part time I found time to go to the gym in the mornings.  I cycled and loved that.  I have been running on and off since having the boys.  So even though I’m not an athlete by any means, I do like to to exercise.

I obviously want my kids to be active and see exercise as part of life.  Seeing that Quintus could cycle with me on Saturday really got my excited.  I now know that he could easily ride with me as long as it isn’t on a busy road.

So yesterday we gave it a shot.  I first ran on some busy roads and then met up with them on a really quiet road.  Quintus cycled with me for probably 5 km.  It was so nice to have him with  me…we had some good conversation.  It’s also a great way to teach him about road safety.    I hope that he will join me on many a run.

How can one not enjoy running with sunsets like this.  I must really get Tommie to take a photo on one of the routes where we run in a farm area.  Stunning sunsets there.

 

Proud and irritated

I went running this morning with a HUGE support team.  My two brothers, my nephew and Quintus went with.  They all cycled at a lovely leisurely tempo, while I was dying trying to keep up.  ;)

I am SO very proud of Quintus.  He hasn’t gone cycling in forever.  When he did go ages ago, he didn’t even cycle more than 2 km.  For most of the 17 km that they cycled he cycled with.  He got into the bakkie twice and only to drink his cold drink.  Not a flat route either.  Some really good hills on that route.  I’m ever so proud of him.

I did ok.  I battled to get into a good rhythm..trying to keep up with the cyclist.  It was hot!  I have been running late in the afternoon - even after sunset - so I’m not used to running in 31 degree Celsius weather.

I am also ticked off at myself for quitting.  Well I didn’t quit but I didn’t run as far as I wanted to.  I was about 3 km from home when my feet killed me and I just felt sick from being so hot.  I am do critical on myself and have been kicking myself for not just running the last 3 km.  Good think I didn’t though.  I got home with six blisters on my one foot.  I really need to get me some new shoes.

I did do my best time and ran the furthest that I have so far.  So while I’m kicking my own self, I should be slapping myself on my back.

Well I feel better now.  Just did a 40 minutes cycle with my SIL.   BTW Cycling is for the weak lol - just  joking!

 

It’s like life

I feel that sport has a good resemblance on life.  The way you approach sport might well reflect on your approach to life.

I went running today.  I tried every excuse known to mam but I knew I had to run.  Having the boys beg me not to run didn’t help at all.  I needed a long run and when I went running on Wednesday, I could just as well have stayed at home. 

So I forced my own self and got running.  My cellphone (that I use for music) decided to give me a hard time and I almost used that as an excuse (lol I really didn’t want to ! )  Yet I kept going.  Not even half-way through Tommie and the boys started following me with the car and I kept on thinking that I could stop and get into the car.  I felt that I just couldn’t run anymore.

I had been running for about 40 minutes when I just thought that I had no reason to feel like this!  My legs weren’t tired, I was struggling to breath.  I was actually having a good run.  Just by that little pep talk I picked up speed and immediately started enjoying the run.  Even added a nice hill in the run that I would have avoided with the way I felt before.

Life is like that some times.  That you don’t feel like getting up.   Feel overwhelmed by work.  Then just by a mind shift - everything changes.  You can handle things just because you have told yourself that you can.

We (meaning I) should give ourselves more pep talks.