Some post-race thoughts (A “day in the life of” post)
So today I ran my first 10K. It was a perfect morning to run it (with the exception of being sick with some sore throat/ear thing that is going around which made it harder to sleep this week). The race started late, meaning that under the beautiful sunshine, the temperature was rising fast. All in all, my stamina was not what I hoped. BUT I prayed before and during the run and went out determined to run the 6.2 miles without stopping.
I did it. 🎉🎉🎉
I felt help from heaven to complete it in about an hour, and sprinting at the end was hard, but I did it. I have to sprint to the end! I always think of my mission president telling us to sprint to the end. So I honor him and his wife by doing that. There was a wierd thing with the time recording. Maybe this is the way it always is with races? I’m too inexperienced to know. The big timer by the race gate time and the chip time were not the same: by the timer, I was under an hour–about 57 minutes–but the print-out chip timing paper said 1:01:34. My phone tracking app said I ran 6.40 miles in 1:02:12 (that was when I stopped the tracking after I crossed the line and had walked around for a minute or so). Who knows? That’s why I said about an hour 😄 . I averaged about 9:42 according to my phone, and 9:55 on the chip–interested in those discrepancies (being detail-minded)–but either way, I was happy with my pace. So, I have room to improve! But I felt happy that at my age (46) and after all my body has been through, by the grace of God, I did it.
Now that I have showered and gotten my children off on a road trip and eaten, I’m enjoying the quiet of sitting in bed resting and typing.
My hips ache, which is a normal post-run thing for me. I guess one hip is higher than another, so when I run longer distances, they hurt, along with the SI joint on one side. But I’m learning to stretch better, and cross-training has been really helpful. I didn’t do much of that last week with our family reunion and feeling sick, but this coming week I hope to get back on track.
I feel very soul-satisfied at accomplishing a pivotal part of my 2016 goals, which was to improve my stamina and physical fitness by exercising 5-6 times a week and to run a 10K. Ironically, my desk is such a disastrous mess that I have no idea where my goal binder is to mark the date on my page. Ha!
Now that I finished that goal, I picked another one: I signed me and Sarah up for a sprint triathlon. Yikes! She told me it’s time to start doing bricks: bike to run training. OK. Ready on Monday.
Enough of exercise reportage. 😴 That kind of journaling can be BORING to anyone besides myself. On to other topics! 😉
NEWSFLASH: Nate got a hair cut!
I came home, tidied up a bit, hung the washed beach towels (well, 12 of them) on the kitchen chairs to dry, showered, took Peter and Nate to get hair cuts and grabbed some groceries for their trip. Home again, I watered flower pots and fruit trees, had a family prayer with the children, resolved disputes, and tossed out last-minute mom instructions on their road trip to Idaho, where they will see their cousin before he takes off on his mission next week. Hopefully we’ll get to see him before he goes, since we aren’t that far from the Missionary Training Center. (And I won’t get their family sick by going today!)
I had a quiet lunch by myself (Lane is toiling under the hot sun, weeding, fixing the tree shredder and sprinklers and who knows what else–his work stamina is just incredible) and came up to rest. All around me is evidence of having played with extended family for over a week. Unfolded, clean laundry is stacked on my rocking chair and ottoman with another basket full next to it and a fourth pile on my bed. Eeek! Piles of papers (bills) and unread newspapers and magazines are on my bed for perusal tomorrow. Bags from trips to the pool and other adventures on my dresser needing to get put away.
But back to solitude! I’m delighted to push it all aside to read a few verses in the Book of Mormon, to remember the Anti-Nephi-Lehies who buried their swords–
And this they did, it being in their view a testimony to God, and also to men, that they never would use weapons again for the shedding of man’s blood; and this they did, vouching and covenanting with God, that rather than shed the blood of their brethren they would give up their own lives; and rather than take away from a brother they would give unto him; and rather than spend their days in idleness they would labor abundantly with their hands. (Alma 24:18)
I think of seeing some of my siblings again last week and then watching my own children interact today and wondering if I have taught my own children to get along, andif they understand how utterly critical it is that we speak kindly one to another. The seed of kindness is the foundation for happiness in families! If we can only be kind to each other, in our words, in our actions, then there is SO MUCH beautiful fruit born in the end. You WANT to be together, because it is so NICE to be together. No one is afraid that anyone else is going to hurt the other person with their criticisms or sarcasm, with unhealed wounds hiding beneath the words. It is such a safe, calm feeling to visit together and have people be patient one with another, tolerant, positive and praising. It is just heavenly. There is so much room for laughter and enjoyment in the midst of kindness, with no one leaving sad or troubled. No bitter-tasting leftovers.
Being with (some of) my sisters was truly fun, and watching our children have such a fun time together was so rewarding! Cousins are the BEST! They played for hours happily! We had such a great time swimming, hiking, watching the parade, playing games, singing at the piano, painting fingernails, helping Grandma clean out and pack up her house, putting on a garage sale, cooking, eating, chatting, cleaning up the kitchen, repeat. Writing a play and putting it on. We went to see “The BFG” (which I thought was charming, except for the green fizzy drink and consequences, because spotlighting bodily functions in movies are so hackneyed and coarse these days). Listening to my niece play “
It’s all recovery time: recovery for me, for my house, for our sense of order and sanity. Hooray for A/C that got repaired this week and is working so nicely!! First world life. I feel like apologizing when I write about my life because of what so many around the world live with every. single. day. The millions of refugees in tents. People who toil under the sun all day, every day. I am in awe of their patience and stamina. I hope that I am doing something good with what I have that can in some extremely small way help them.
Tomorrow we have the viewing of our neighbor who passed away. I won’t write more. Some things are just private, but the journey their family has been on the last month has been so ever present in our minds each day that it bears mentioning. I have learned much being an observer of the outpouring of love and compassion toward them. I learn so much from my neighbors. I live amongst people of such good character. No one here is perfect, but I feel blessed to be amongst those who care deeply about those around them.
My mom is arriving with jars of pickles. My life is so funny! Probably not to anyone else, but to me it’s like a curio case of odds and ends of comical, serious, inane and banal. Every day is different. Full of variety.
Just the way I like it, I suppose.