Its Time to Be a Mindfully Safe Runner

Run Away

I will be the first to admit I don’t take runner safety seriously. I prefer to run alone. And I prefer to run in the middle of nowhere. Sure I think about safety sometimes. I have had a few scary moments. Or even series of moments. But even so, pepper spray doesn’t always make it out the door with me. And if I hurt myself, chances are I would wait a long while for help. I know. I know. Nowadays that’s probably risky. I guess I am just not ready to let the mean F-ers out there win and steal away my version of a piece of heaven here on earth. But this past week I almost let those mean F-ers out there win.

A woman was attacked on my creek trail. She is a friend of a friend. She is okay. A police report was filed. But now what. It didn’t feel safe to go alone. And remember? I heard about it from a friend. I didn’t read it in the local paper. Or see it on the news. Which means, there is someone who runs. Walks. Or bikes that trail who hasn’t heard about it at all. Which also means the F-er who has yet to be apprehended, might still be out there stalking his prey. Aka. Women runners and walkers. Aka. Me.

Running Safely

My coworker also lives in the area and when I told her about it she took charge of hanging signs on the East side. And I took charge of hanging signs on the West side. So far Buckaroo and I have made two trips on the West side and will make another trip later today. I just don’t think I can hang enough signs.

But even with all the yuckiness. I am not letting that F-er. Or any F-er for that matter spoil my little piece of heaven. Yes. I will carry pepper spray. Yes. I will be more mindful. Yes I will try and run during busier times on the trail. And yes I will be sure to let someone know exactly where I am going to run and when. Because nowadays this is what women need to do. Nowadays this is what I need to do. That’s reality. But I don’t have to like it one bit. Because it isn’t fair. And it makes me want to pack up everything and move to some remote island. But even there I am sure there is something I would need to look out for. Like Bushmen or something.

So I guess my point is. I will be mindful of persons or things that could hurt me. But I will not focus on them. Focusing on anything related to negativity takes something incredibly special and sacred away from me. But yes. I will be more mindful about being safe.

Tiny Roses Big Heart

In other news, training for my half isn’t going that well. But I am making progress. And no. Not the kind of progress that feels like real progress. Just the one foot in front of the other kind of progress. I started the #100happydays photo challenge. I am working on my final project/papers for my classes. My chicken Britney crows, but everyone says she is a hen. I am obsessed with vanilla creamer in my coffee. And there are still review posts to be written. A bit about being busy. And they probably won’t be in that order.

Be honest. Are you a safe runner or walker?

What’s for dinner? We are having BBQ chicken, potato and green salad, homemade mac and cheese and garlic bread. And if I could drink a coffee with vanilla creamer with it I would.

Have you ever ran a race you didn’t train for? How did you do?

Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!

Motivational Monday

Run Away

Jobs. Going to school. Children. Marriage. Friendships. Siblings. Training schedules. Crossing finish lines. Family time. Quality time. Quiet time. Personal time. Aside from all the yucky-ness of an illness or when something in our lives isn’t going smoothly. Did I miss something?! Point being we are all busy doing something related to one of the above at any given moment. Or series of moments in a day. Or maybe most of those things all day long.  We all need a change of pace. A different perspective so all the busy-ness feels worth it. And we don’t run ourselves down trying to hold everything together. All at once. So run away somewhere. Do something for you. And only you. To nurture your body and mind. Even if it’s only for a little while.

And yes. I need to take my own advice. But as with most things I say to you here. I am saying those things to myself too. So. Running away. That is my goal this week. It was also my goal last week, but for a number of reason’s it didn’t happen. And that is just not okay. It’s Monday and I am already feeling the pressure of what I have to do this week. So even if it’s an evening trip to the ocean. Or a few hours sitting by the pool. Or a weekend away. Somehow. Some way. Running away is going to happen for me this week. And I hope it can happen for you too.

Stay tuned for June goals in progress, an award, a review, the winner of my Spartan giveaway and more, not necessary in that order.

When is the last time you truly did something for you. And only you? Me? Aside from taking the long way home from a run, it was going to watch the sunset at the ocean a few weeks ago. And I have been craving that simplicity since.

Any ideas for meal prepping for the week? I have come up with a few things, but otherwise I am at a loss, which is rare since I am usually so good about organizing and planning things!

How was your weekend?

Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!

The Time. I Decided. Enough. Is F-ing Enough.

Prettiness

I have been thinking about this post all last week. I have been trying to figure out how to word it. So I don’t sound like a bitch. Or give negativity any life. But I can’t stop thinking about it. Stewing over it. And not saying anything about it. Well. Feels wrong.
It all started on twitter.

Yellow Leaf Heart

I was skimming through my twitter feed. Nothing unusual about it. Recipes. Running. News. Inspirational quotes. And then there was a tweet that one of my followers responded to that instantly made my blood pressure hit the roof. In part the tweet said “women, you don’t gain muscle mass that easily and definitely not by lifting 5lbs”. At first I thought maybe I was taking it out of context, so I followed the link to a post. Nope. Not out of context. Um. Are you f-ing kidding me?

Heart On a Leaf

A blue moon ago. I was lifting 5 pound weights. Which meant I made a commitment to get stronger. I made a commitment to be a better version of myself. And part of that journey started with lifting 5 pound f-ing weights. And what upset me the most about the tweet was. There is a person out there beginning their journey to be a better version of themselves. With five-pound weights. They don’t know what it feels like to look back. To see progress. To lift heavier weights. And I know that lifting those 5 pound weights. Will one day. Be totally worth it. The part that upsets me the most? There is a person out there who will be skimming through their twitter feed. See the tweet. Read the post. And decide lifting 5 pound weights isn’t worth it. And just give up on their journey to be a better version of themselves.

I didn’t respond to the tweet. Honestly I couldn’t think of a thing to say that would not breathe life into the negativity.
So I let it go. And went about my day. Until another interaction brought it up again two days later.

Red Heart

We had longtime friends over for a BBQ. By longtime friends. I mean 20 plus years. I was in their wedding. Before kids friends. She started running about a year or so ago. She runs to lose weight. Get in shape. And has participated in a number of races including a 10k. She is currently training for her first half marathon. We were talking about running. Training plans. Running in the hot ass weather we have been having. And she told me she was out running a while back. And someone driving by threw a water bottle at her. It missed hitting her in the head by mere inches. Um. Are you f-ing kidding me?!

At first I laughed. I tend to do that at the wrong times. Then I tried to see something positive about it.
“Was it hot out?”
“Maybe they were trying to be nice?”
“NO” she said
They were laughing and clearly trying to hit me with it”.

I felt awful for her. At the same time, I was so proud of her for not cutting her run short. Giving up on running. And giving up on becoming a better version of herself. Running is hard. Getting out there to run is even harder. But having a water bottle thrown at you? She had every reason to quit. And there is a person out there who may have already quit because some a-hole thinks throwing a water bottle at someone running. Is f-ing funny.
Later that evening I started writing a post. But it just ended up being a rant. That gave life to the negativity. Which is exactly what I didn’t want to do.

So I let it go. Again.But not for very long.

Heart Shadow

Until I was skimming through my twitter feed and saw a tweet from Runner’s World…….

“Have you (or someone you know) fallen victim to these top 10 running fashion faux pas?”
You can see the post here
Um. Are you f-ing kidding me?!

And I lost it.
@runnersworld I run. I wear what I want. I don’t give an F what anybody has to say about it. Every runner should do the same. End of story.

Here’s the thing. I prefer wearing shorts when I run in the pouring rain. Most of my shorts are very short. And if I was a man. I would run shirtless in the rain. With longer shorts of course. I am also the queen of matching.Making fun of what people shouldn’t wear when they run. Isn’t funny. At least to me.

For me it goes back to that one person that wore what Runner’s World called a “victim” of a fashion faux”. Or probably more people. If we are being realistic. Runner’s World has 800k followers on twitter. And maybe those people didn’t think it was funny either. So they decided to give up on running. They decided to give up on becoming a better version of themselves.
And that really upsets me.
And yes. The timing of the tweet had a little something to do with why it upset me.
But that’s not the point.

Green Leaf Heart

The point is. When I see someone start running. Or walking. Doing yoga. Pilates. Or swimming. When I see someone decide to lose weight. To live a more active and healthy life. Or make a change in their life to become a better version of themselves. Whether they are my best friend. Or someone I barely know. I am rooting for them. Routing them when and if I can. I want them to see progress. To feel progress. I want them to be successful. I want the best for them. Because I know how it feels to embark on a life changing goal. I know how it feels to reach a life changing goal. And I desperately want everyone to know that feeling. Because the truth is. If I can do it. Anyone can do it. Which means I am no better than you. And you are no better than me. Our journey in getting there is just different.

Green Heart

When I see a tweet that is riddled with superiority. Or Ridicule. Or I hear about a water bottle being thrown out a car window at a runner. What I don’t see. Is a mindset that is giving inspirational fuel to someone else. What I don’t see is someone routing for someone else to see progress. What I don’t see is someone using their knowledge. And experience to help someone else get to. Where ever it is that person wants to go. Whether that person is starting their journey to be a better version of themselves. Or they are close to reaching their goal to live a more active and healthy life. Because the truth is. We all can use as much inspirational fuel as we can get. Because becoming a better version of ourselves is hard f-ing work.

Heart Rock

This superiority and ridicule? It’s got to stop. Enough is f-ing enough. I am better than this. Everyone is better than this. Each and every one of us needs to support one another. In a positive way. To become a better version of ourselves. And if we can’t be positive. Nonjudgmental. Or supportive. Then maybe we should just not say anything at all.

So how about we all. Make it a personal goal. To be authentic. Supportive. Kind. To take every opportunity we have to give others inspirational fuel on their journey of being a better version of themselves.

Stay tuned for a wrap-up of May in Photos. June goals. And more.

And yes. One of my June goals is to find a way to organize my blog. And my blog posts.
I know I have asked you before, but any thoughts on how I can do better? Nothing has worked so far and its driving me a little crazy.

Did you. Or are you racing this weekend?

What’s for dinner?

Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!