FAILED IT!!

How you ever colossally failed at something? I mean bombed, tanked, and ashamed to tell your own mother failed at something? Well, let me just say this is something I have mastered- can you excel at failing? Doesn't that turn around the idea of failing? These last two weeks have shown me how much I really have to work at this whole running gig to truly NOT fail at it.

My hot new shoes

My wonderful mother and sister were on top of me buying new shoes- new shoes is something I definitely FAIL at! I wish I could run barefoot… to truly buy nice shoes that will last more than one 5k will set you back at least $100… I can think of (100) things I could buy instead- I love the dollar store. ANYWAYS… I bought these PINK shoes and now the task of breaking them in… Which I thought after a few runs I should be fine, right? After run #1 my feet were sore, but I knew that was coming- my old shoes have no tread left on them so the structure was going to be painful. And they tore up the back of my heels. All growing pains I have dealt with before but for some reason the one on my left foot will NOT heal! How do you fail at healing blisters? I am not sure- but I am quite excellent at it! We are now at week two and I am going to have to take a hiatus from running for a solid week to see if I can get some tough skin back there!

I have a schedule, it is beautiful, and it makes sense. 100% complete sense. And it even seems like no big deal… I am crushing that, right? Nope. Not at all. I finished the Hospital 10k and in my brain I know that I have until October so why rush? I have cute shoes, matching clothes and NO MOTIVATION. I have missed a week for "recovery" from the 10k- yea I didn't need a whole week.

Mini Strawberry Deliciousness!

So one day it hits, and find the oomph to hit the pavement. That day I also had to complete the “design” of an order for mini strawberry shortcakes for a customer. (Makes total sense that I would start cake baking while doing a running program, right? Right?!) So, back to the point, I hit the trail. I had had plenty of water as it was 500 degrees outside and I didn't want to deal with a dehydration headache. 4 miles would take me less than an hour and the faster I hit the pavement the faster I would have my feet up in the AC and kicking back a beverage of some sort. At mile 1.0, I felt good. Going well and on target to meet my goal time. At mile 1.30 my stomach rumbled, and I mean rumbled, so I paused but thought my stomach was just “adjusting” and I would be fine. At mile 1.50 I realized that I was on a route that was not something I could cut short and I would have to power through. I can do it. It’s only 2.5 more miles, just keep swimming, swimming, and swimming. Right?

For those of you that haven’t followed along since the beginning this is where I will warn you… I am moderately lactose intolerant. I forget this sometimes but for long runs it is best for me to stay away from ANY dairy…

Or the results are as follows: read with caution

My horrible 4.0 mile run

So there I was, coming up on mile 2.0 and no bailout plan. My stomach was getting worse, and it hit me. Sampling the whipped cream, eating berries all afternoon and the smoldering 500 degree heat was coming to a head… in a very brutal way. This was all going to happen, and not in a lady like way… AT ALL. I was desperately looking for “good” leaves and a bush or tall grass because there was nothing I could do about it! I even called my husband, who quietly snickered, and then explained that by the time I loaded up two kids and came to get me it would be faster for me to simply cut through yards and get home. So as I started this adventure looking for the yards without fences, small dogs and yards that hopefully there was no one home I created a plan in the back of my head. I had two shirts on, so the black one was dispensable, I had my new shoes on so those would have to come off and the headband I was wearing could come in hand as well. Somehow, through prayers and happy thoughts I made it home… Barely. Barreled over my toddler, cursed at the STUPID LEGO that I stepped on and made it to the bathroom. Only to realize, almost too late, that I was pretty sweaty and almost slid right off of the toilet seat. But I made it. And I have NEVER been so happy in my life. Ever.

I consider that a failed day really, in all aspects, but you know what? Tomorrow is a new day! Completely.

Lastly, June just fell off the radar for training really- Even after trying to get back out there I missed a week and a half for the stomach flu- which is not appropriate to discuss... Because I am afraid of talking about in case that brings it back! Here is how my June ended...

How my month ended...

My bowels are clean, and I am two pounds lighter, and it is a new day! I will be revisiting my running schedule as well as looking into ways to be a better me, tomorrow, and make it a new day.

I have failed, more times than I have succeeded. But I tried, I put myself out there and gave it a shot- and with that I am 100% satisfied with myself.

July is a new start… T minus 3 months to the first 13.1 miler… I can do this… I WILL SURVIVE- Join me?

Hope you are doing well and just remember--- Tomorrow is a new start and today doesn't matter!! You can always start fresh!