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I'm getting better at making this a regular thing again. It feels good to process what's on my mind.
This weekend was awesome. I don't know that I can explain a good run to anybody but runners, but I had one of my greatest runs ever on Saturday. I look back at certain runs, especially since posting them on dailymile, and I know exactly what the run was like. I can take myself back through the miles, who I was with, and what it felt like. There were quite a few of those while I trained for the half this spring.
Saturday? Saturday goes in that same category. We picked up where we left off on the Montour trail last week with hopes of making it at least 3 miles down then turning around to finish out 5.5 Our first mile last week was terrible - a 9:44! I don't know why we were so slow, but we spent four more miles kicking our butts trying to eat up that time. This run was a completely different ball game.
We finished the first mile in what felt like that same time as last week...but instead, it was a 7:47. I laughed to Kurtis, "We could probably slow down if we wanted to." We got to mile two in 8:01 and then were haulted shortly after because the trail ended. I was concerned this would be a deal breaker for our rythym. I wasn't ready to turn around yet and I loved the groove I was in. I was confident though knowing that we had time to spare thanks to our butt kicking first mile.
And the groove stuck around. There were friendly people on the trail (How you doin' girl?!) and just the perfect weather. I finished with an 8:06 pace and I couldn't have been happier. I prayed so hard during this run that both Kurtis and I would run faster than we thought we could, that we could go into this week's runs with confidence knowing we only had two more between us and the Great Race. My goal for Sunday is under an 8:30 pace...and I'm feeling so good about it that I can't even think about teaching or any other event I have going on this week.
I just want to run.
So to top that, which I didn't think was possible, we headed down to PNC Park with Scott and Dayna and had a hay day. I felt like Scott and Kurtis were children again. We got to catch (or in mine and Dayna's case attempt to catch) fly balls, we played catch in left field, hung out in the dug out, and best of all...we got to take batting practice.
What a dream, right? A college baseball player that feels like he's one step closer to the big leagues. :) To watch my husband nearly knock a few out of the park and hear the reactions of those around him was just so cool. I missed those glory days of his, and I was proud to get to catch a glimpse for just an afternoon.
I think last week's message at church combined with this week's has made me feel so much at peace about things going on in my life. I feel...good. I feel pretty, funny (which we all know I'm not), productive, and happy. I just can't explain it.
And in work news. I look forward to going in every day. Every day there's a surprise, something new, and something that catches me off guard. I like this. There are still some classes I cringe at because I'm not good at handling certain ages, but I put on a darn good show ;) And even if they're tough sometimes, they make me laugh really hard. "Can I just do two more rolls? I really like rolling on the ground."
And I never thought I'd say this...but September is a bit of a whirlwind month for teachers, so October, if you could show up anytime I am surprisingly welcoming you. Who would have ever thought.
This weekend was awesome. I don't know that I can explain a good run to anybody but runners, but I had one of my greatest runs ever on Saturday. I look back at certain runs, especially since posting them on dailymile, and I know exactly what the run was like. I can take myself back through the miles, who I was with, and what it felt like. There were quite a few of those while I trained for the half this spring.
Saturday? Saturday goes in that same category. We picked up where we left off on the Montour trail last week with hopes of making it at least 3 miles down then turning around to finish out 5.5 Our first mile last week was terrible - a 9:44! I don't know why we were so slow, but we spent four more miles kicking our butts trying to eat up that time. This run was a completely different ball game.
We finished the first mile in what felt like that same time as last week...but instead, it was a 7:47. I laughed to Kurtis, "We could probably slow down if we wanted to." We got to mile two in 8:01 and then were haulted shortly after because the trail ended. I was concerned this would be a deal breaker for our rythym. I wasn't ready to turn around yet and I loved the groove I was in. I was confident though knowing that we had time to spare thanks to our butt kicking first mile.
And the groove stuck around. There were friendly people on the trail (How you doin' girl?!) and just the perfect weather. I finished with an 8:06 pace and I couldn't have been happier. I prayed so hard during this run that both Kurtis and I would run faster than we thought we could, that we could go into this week's runs with confidence knowing we only had two more between us and the Great Race. My goal for Sunday is under an 8:30 pace...and I'm feeling so good about it that I can't even think about teaching or any other event I have going on this week.
I just want to run.
So to top that, which I didn't think was possible, we headed down to PNC Park with Scott and Dayna and had a hay day. I felt like Scott and Kurtis were children again. We got to catch (or in mine and Dayna's case attempt to catch) fly balls, we played catch in left field, hung out in the dug out, and best of all...we got to take batting practice.
What a dream, right? A college baseball player that feels like he's one step closer to the big leagues. :) To watch my husband nearly knock a few out of the park and hear the reactions of those around him was just so cool. I missed those glory days of his, and I was proud to get to catch a glimpse for just an afternoon.
I think last week's message at church combined with this week's has made me feel so much at peace about things going on in my life. I feel...good. I feel pretty, funny (which we all know I'm not), productive, and happy. I just can't explain it.
And in work news. I look forward to going in every day. Every day there's a surprise, something new, and something that catches me off guard. I like this. There are still some classes I cringe at because I'm not good at handling certain ages, but I put on a darn good show ;) And even if they're tough sometimes, they make me laugh really hard. "Can I just do two more rolls? I really like rolling on the ground."
And I never thought I'd say this...but September is a bit of a whirlwind month for teachers, so October, if you could show up anytime I am surprisingly welcoming you. Who would have ever thought.