Run Like a Hurricane Virtual Race Recap

I love virtual races because they are good motivators during my training. The downside of living on Maui is we don't have a ton of races and sometimes I can't make them due to conflicts with other priorities in life or the need for childcare. However, a virtual race can be done anytime, anywhere, and I like that!

I especially like the races hosted by I Run4 Michael (as well as another source but that is a post for another day coming up real soon).

The latest virtual run for I Run4 Michael was the Run Like a Hurricane race which raised funds for epilepsy. Every virtual run through I Run4 Michael raises funds for a worthwhile cause as this group matches runners with special needs kids and adults. Learn more here and sign up to be a runner or get a match for your child.

For this race series you can select your distance and since I like to push myself, it has to be double digits and ideally a half marathon. Things don't always work out as planned though.

My goal was to earn my medal for myself and my buddy (yes, the race comes with two medals!) on my long run on Friday, April 22nd. I had the time but little did I know I was going to be a moody, emotional mess since my mom left town just the day before.

I started running on the treadmill and ended at 1 mile feeling completely depressed and broke down in tears. Darling daughter asked me what was up and I told her. She gave me a huge hug and told me not to be sad as I would see my mom again in just two monthss. I asked her to going running with me outside a few minutes later thinking she would say NO as she often does but....she said yes! So we hit the hills for another 2.15 miles and enjoyed some mother-daughter time. And she knew I would want to run more and I did. When we got home I ran another 3.1 miles on the treadmill bringing me to 6.25 miles. Phew! I made it to a 10k. I know the race has a 10k option but like I said, I like double digits and use virtual races to push myself.

The next day I was still blue but tried again to get some good running in between chores and horse lessons for darling daughter. My day started with 3.25 miles on the treadmill, then another 4 miles, and then another 3.1 miles. I would have had less runs to get the miles in if I didn't sit sulking so long in the morning before finally lacing up. And yes, darling daughter got me moving. Total miles: 10.35. I was pretty happy with that.

And with my Friday-Saturday miles totaling 16.6 I was feeling pretty good saying I earned the medals. After all, if two triple run days back-to-back didn't qualify as running like a hurricane, what would?

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for darling daughter.

Daily Bible Verse: But for me and my household, we will serve the Lord. ~ Joshua 24:15


My thoughts on the changing world

I realize this post could stir up emotions and opinions so before we get too far into it let me say one thing: I am not here to pass judgment on anyone. I truly believe we are to love our neighbors as God loves us. My faith guides me in so many ways and it is what is guiding this post today. My post on how much the world seems to be changing...in ways that seem so quick at times...leaving me feeling like Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof yearning for tradition and wondering if I am going to reach my own breaking point.

Frankly, Tevye is right. Tradition does help us keep some balance in life. But like the turmoil in Tevye's time, we have our own turmoil and I have had enough of the intolerance of the world. The intolerance centered around if someone speaks their viewpoint and it isn't the politically correct viewpoint that they become under fire. The intolerance where civil conversation seems to be gone. There is no structured, mature debate of differing viewpoints. Just name calling, yelling, or worse.

I am a Catholic and yes, I have Catholic ideals but I do not demand that you all follow or agree with my ideals. However, I do feel we all have the right to express our opinions and my opinion is that the world today is not the world I grew up in. Yes, each generation has had its issues, changes, and turmoil of varying degrees. Some changes have been great such as the end of slavery. Some not so great such as Roe vs Wade. Sorry but I'm not sorry to say that the right to choose is not in the best interest of the women. There are way too many harmed and damaged by abortion and the vast majority who had gone down that road would tell you about the devastation. That is, if they had the courage to speak. How ironic that it takes courage to speak about something that is a choice and a right but that just supports my point of intolerance for a viewpoint that isn't mainstream and politically correct. Abortion becomes the Scarlet A on the heart of way too many women.

I also believe that marriage between a man and woman is sacred and special. I grew up in a world where a man could not marry a man and a woman could not marry a woman but now they can. I know this has stirred lots of debate on both sides with name calling, refusing to bake cakes, etc and I just don't feel any of that is necessary. My Catholic marriage is a sacrament that I was called to get validated last July. I am still amazed that the timing of our marriage validation was so close to the redefinition of marriage. This matters to me. What others do or do not do does not affect or diminish the vows I made to my husband but I am glad we brought deeper meaning to our marriage. I may or may not agree with what everyone else decides to do but I love them. It is not my job to judge. I have made plenty of my own mistakes so will not call out the mistakes of others.

But the recent debate and turmoil over the bathroom law and Target has me cringing. Not because of the law per se but because of how I see people treating one another. The things that are being said on social media are just plain rude too many times. There is too much name calling and too much passing judgment. Some are celebrating the decision while others are expressing fear of the potential risk of the door being opened to more sex crimes. Honestly, I prayed on this and it came to me clearly that the bathroom law in itself will not increase my own personal risk of being raped. But I am annoyed by the treatment of others and the inability for people to have a conversation. You can't have one without listening and perhaps every now and then, try to see things from a different point of view if only for a moment. It doesn't mean you have to accept it.

And for those expressing fears -- we all have the right to express our fears and concerns and to be honest, many times my fears are not based on what is rational but they are still real to me. That is the downside of anxiety issues. And I do not like it when I express an opinion or fear only to be ridiculed or be told I am not getting it. I don't like to see others treated that way and I try to respond with love versus react. Perhaps that is where today's post comes from.

The other day a friend posted on facebook that all those uncomfortable with the bathroom law are religious people forcing their values on others and that they have no compassion for transgender people. I tamed down the wording as it was not stated so kindly. The words stung but I did not react. In most cases, it is best to think before you speak.

I am religious. I do have compassion for all my brothers and sisters no matter where they live or if we have ever met. I love praying for others and I will be there for anyone in need. I truly love you all! But the bathroom law doesn't settle peacefully on my shoulders. Not because of the transgender aspect. I may or may not agree with transgender thoughts and that is not the issue. It is just that the world is changing and the ideals and ways I grew up with are changing a bit too fast for me. Do I fear a man going into a women's bathroom and doing harm? Yes and no.

Yes, because all the hype has planted that seed in my mind and now I realize it could happen but not because of the bathroom law but because people do make bad choices. Do I think my risk has increased? No. A man could have done that at any time if he wanted and still can. To be brutally honest, bad stuff happens, anytime, anywhere.

Just a week before all the Target heat our little island got shook up by a horror of its own. A man went into a grocery store and stabbed three people with an ice pick. One victim died. Moms, children, dads witnessed this horror and were negatively impacted. Bad stuff happens. But lets get back to Target.

The other day I had to stop at the store with darling daughter. The choice was Target or Wal-Mart. They are right across the street from each other. It is literally a turn left or turn right decision. I choose Wal-Mart. Not because I feared Target per se. I did not fear a pervert in the restroom would harm us. From what I hear that pervert is in the parking lot at the local mall offering women money to watch him do things that they shouldn't have to watch. See? Bad stuff happens anywhere. But I choose Wal-Mart to avoid any potential drama at Target. I didn't have 100% faith that citizens wouldn't be protesting or calling people names as they entered into the store and I find it sad that those thoughts drove my decision. I just didn't want that dark cloud over my head.

I can not live in fear and act out of fear and I long for a world that judges less.  I have been wondering what the world will be like when darling daughter grows up. Sometimes it scares me on what it could be like. I feel like we may be slipping down a slippery slope and that America isn't the home of the free where we do have rights to express ourselves. I fear the world we are creating for our children and grandchildren will not be a better world. I fear if we let go of too much "tradition" we will lose what America was founded on and fail to truly love one another as we should. And I wonder what my "Chava final straw" or breaking point will be.

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for God's mercy and peace.

Daily Bible Verse: I appeal to you, brothers, to watch out for those who cause divisions and create obstacles contrary to the doctrine that you have been taught; avoid them. For such persons do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the naive. ~ Romans 16:17-18


A new start

Do you know what I love about running? It is always there for you and you can always start fresh whenever you want. If things aren't going as planned, that is okay. Just lace up and start again!

My training was knocked off plan with my mom's visit, darling daughter's First Communion, time off of work, my injury and rash, and just being a mom and wife. But I refuse to let that get me down! My mom going back home left me down enough. I am talking two gloomy "I am miserable" unhappy me days before I was able to "suck it up buttercup". Those days were tough and darling daughter was a champ giving me hugs, reminding me we will see her again in just two months, running with me, going to the farm with me, holding my feet for me while I did sit up's etc. Seriously...what did I do to get such an amazing daughter? I am blessed beyond what I deserve. Thank you God!

And that is where my training is getting a new start. When my mom was in town I was running on my treadmill versus outside. My runs were shorter but I still got it done daily and I ran while reading the daily prayers, intentions, and readings in the Give Us This Day book and going through the Seven Sorrows of Mary. I didn't necessarily do every word each day but I spent time in prayer and reflection while running. I enjoyed it so much that I am renewed and committed to getting up at 4 am to run and do my daily prayers each and every morning...in the dark...on my treadmill. I don't want to let go of that quiet time and there is something magical about studying The Word while running. I know this might not work for all but it does for me. It makes me smile to think years ago I answered the question, "Why do you run?" with "I run because it is what my spirit is meant to do." Fast forward to today and I am running and communing with Jesus at the same time....and in many other times throughout my day and life.

So that is Part one of my new start. Get up earlier. Run on the treadmill with God.

Part two is pushing myself. I am playing with my treadmill more in a good way. I am changing the pace up and pushing myself as I should. No longer lazy just hit 6 and run. I can run faster than a 10'00" pace and should. Those easy days are okay sometimes but seriously girl, take the moment to pick up your hand and hit + every now and then and push yourself! And look beyond the pace.

When I got my newest treadmill I got one with adjustable incline...use it! And I am. I even hit 10 (the max) one day and gave that a whirl for a brief (very brief) amount of time. Phew! That was hard! But by doing these things I am making my running on the treadmill more valuable for my training and guess what? I am sweating more (but that just may be the indoors conditions) and can feel my heart rate increasing more often. This is what I need to increase my fitness!

But that isn't it. There is a Part three. Do something different and cross train. I am doing Cross Fit at home  -- thanks to an article in my most recent Women's Running magazine (and I think the last one I will receive from this subscription and that is okay). I am squatting, sit up'ing, lunging, push up'ing myself to a stronger me and I am beyond determined to stick to it. My goal is three times a week but right now if I just get it in twice I will be happy. I also hope to be adding in burpees and will do some days but right now I feel pretty mean adding that pounding sound in my house before my family, and the neighbors, wake up. Consideration pays off, right? And trust me, after my 11 minutes of effort this morning post my 5K run my heart was pounding.

So in a nutshell, this is my three part plan, and new start, to my running and fitness plan.

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for my treadmill and that I love it again.

Daily Bible Verse: And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them. ~ Colossians 3:15-20


Time Flies -- Let's chat over coffee

I feel it has been ages since I posted. I mean like years! And it has been awhile. My last post was on April 8th about my April Fool's Day fall and things have been crazy and hectic ever since. I have been so busy and I would love to say I have been running miles and miles but that would be a lie. But I have been running as much as I could and battling frustrations, excitement, and exhaustion.

First, my fall ended up erupting into a whole new realm of recovery. My wounds are healing beautifully but you see, I have this thing with adhesives that I thought I had under control but didn't. Foolish me and darn band aids resulting in a rash that was awful...and is still present but so much better. I tried everything. Two different topical corticosteroids and then I did what I didn't want to do...started taking oral steroids and the rash is slowly but surely getting better. You can still clearly see the band aid "burns" as I am lovingly calling them and I learned that self adhesive wrap is a no-no for me. The thing is...I should have known better. I battled a very similar battle after my emergency c-section and a rash taking over my body due to adhesives. I didn't scrub, scrub, scrub to get the adhesive off my body.

For those of you who do not follow me on facebook, twitter, or instagram....here is part of my photo journey of the wound development.

Second, my mom came to town! She is only here a week so I took time off of work and am doing some work from home but even so it seems there is not enough hours in the day to get it all done. We are so busy every day but right now she is chilling with a book while I am chilling with a cup of coffee and you. By the way, did you grab a cup of coffee? I have a delicious cup of chocolate chip coffee with a touch of coconut milk and I must confess, my mom gave me a few skinny oreos too. Hey, you only live once and if you can't indulge in oreos with mom that is sad. Thank you God that oreas are dairy free! The donuts at the donut shop she wanted to go to today...not dairy free. But she indulged.

Third, we went on a whalewatch and saw no whales. But it was still awesome to be out on the water but it felt kinda odd enjoying such beautiful scenery when family and friends in Texas were fighting floods and some stuck on roadways. Yes, I did feel guilty saying, sorry it is flooding, be safe, we are about to go look for whales! How would you like to see Maui from the water?

And fourth, darling daughter made her First Communion!!!!! I am so excited. Busting from the seams excited. This is big and she looked so beautiful!!! I don't expect her to feel it like I do. Hey, I was a kid once and a teenager once and a "know it all" young adult once who thought I did know it all but to be honest, I was clueless and made too many stupid mistakes. But I am honest about it now and hope she can learn from some of my mistakes although I am sure she will make her own. Dear God, watch over and protect her. Keep her safe from harm and if she wanders, stay by her side, watch over her, and call her back like you did for me. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen. And sorry for the squinty eyes, the sun was bright!

Truly, this girl means the world to me and I am so blessed to be her mom and so thankful she understands that sometimes even I mess up. Yesterday was one of those kind of days where I felt like a mothering flop but at the end of the day we cuddled and told each other how much we love each other. We say sorry. We say I forgive you. And we grow. I like it this way. No one on Earth is perfect and I do not want her to try to be perfect like I did for so many years. Oh how silly I was!

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for all the blessings in my life.

Daily Bible Verse: What then shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? ~ Romans 8:31


April's Fool Fall - no laughing matter

It was brought to my attention that I never blogged about my belly flop onto the cement and in all reality, it really is a good story if you forget the pain part of it.

Last Friday I woke up and decided to do a little prayer run at home where I could run and read my morning prayer, intentions, and readings from Give Us This Day. My goal was to run a 5K for the day but thought why not split it up and do some at home and spend some time with God. In hindsight I am glad I did. Just like a run you never regret, I never regret taking the time to pray especially when it is combined with my other passion --- running.

Fast forward a couple of hours and some time at work going through emails and multiple "yelling" emails that I was cc'd on, didn't want to read, but knew I must just in case I had to chime in. Thankfully I didn't but it still left me feeling deflated and ready for a morning coffee break run to burn off some steam.

I headed out and opted to run a slightly different course than usual but I was still on my normal running pathways. Just going through them differently to keep things fresh. I was listening to Immaculate Heart Radio and the Patrick Madrid show and loving the time running with faith-based conversation on things happening today in the world. For the life of me I cannot tell you what the topic of conversation was but it had me engaged even if my mind was also focused on the roads.

I was running a bit later than usual for this trek and there were a lot of cars on the road. I was watching them and running along sidewalks for the vast majority of my run. I began to head back on a sidewalk that led straight to my starting point and one of my favorite running detours that easily tacks on an extra mile with less traffic to keep an eye on. Plus it tends to have lots of foot traffic and smiles of motivation. I never made it there. I never made it to the etchy part of the road ahead with little to no shoulder and no sidewalk. Before I knew it I was on the ground slightly confused.

Before I even took stock of things I looked at the GPS app on my phone as I was curious if I ran a continuous mile. Nope, 0.91 miles and yes, I paused my run. I was bummed since my fall broke up the mile and I thought if I got up real quick and kept running maybe it would still count. This is all my sense of how my running streak mile should be. All this went though my mind in a nano second while almost simultaneously my mind was processing that I felt impact pretty much uniformly across my body on my knee, arm, chest, and then my chin hit the ground.

I slowly pushed myself up into a kneeling position and saw/heard a lady asking me if I was okay. I told her yes and stayed kneeling looking down for a second or two until I pushed myself up and stood up while accessing myself further. I was shaky but all felt good...well as good as it could be. My head felt fine even if my chin ached but I was noticing the bloody knee, hand, and arm and yes, so was the lady who was now at my side.

She only caught the tail end of my fall but was very concerned. I told her I was fine and thankful that she was there and that I landed with the impact pretty much uniform across my body. She checked over my wounds and kept chatting with me. She was from Oregon and had a fall story to share too. In all reality, I think she had medical training and was ensuring I was okay to be left out of her sight. I assured her I was close to my start and had medical help there in the form of a First Aid kit and co-workers. Once I noticed the swelling on my arm I suggested I run off and get some ice on it. It was getting big fast and she agreed to let me run on and I did...just to complete that mile because it had already came to my mind. I am not sure she realized I was literally going to run off. And in this time I realized I already ran a continuous mile on the treadmill at home. 1.1 miles to be exact. My immediate concern was null and void.

After the 1 mile was done I still had some walking to do and texted my supervisor and best bud and let her know I wiped out and was a bloody mess on my quick run. She texted back concern and minutes later called to ensure it wasn't the April Fool's prank her hubby asked I could be doing. She felt no way I would do that and had to check. I laughed saying no way would I even think of doing that!

Fast forward a week and I am still hurting. I had band aids on for as long as I could but you see, I am sensitive to the adhesives and started getting an itchy rash. I did wraps until they began to move and rub too much and caused more damage than good so now the main wounds on my arm and leg are exposed to the air and ache (and itch) almost non-stop but the ache does subside during running. Thank you God!

I am also thankful that I wasn't injured worse. If I landed differently a broken bone could have happened. Just ask my younger sister who decided to fly out of a golf cart on the same day and now has a broken my arm that required surgery. My mom was a bit worried about us and wondered if we had an unhealthy competition going on about who could get hurt worse. Go figure my lil sis would try to out beat me!

I am also very thankful and believe God caught my fall. I felt my body hit the ground before I realized my toe must have hit a bump in the sidewalk. I have reflected on this and can only think both feet must have been off the ground at the time of the toe bump for me to fly the way I did. I landed half on the sidewalk with my left arm and head in the road along with part of my body. Ironically, all the traffic flow was quiet at the time of my fall. There are so many areas where things could have gone wrong but they didn't.

My healing may be slower than my marathon recovery time but I am still thankful but perhaps a bit edgy and grouchy after hurting non-stop all day for days at end. But I am healing and can run even if I am not hitting my long run distance just yet...but I will. For that I am forever thankful.

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for God's protection, my guardian angel, and the kind lady from Oregon.

Daily Bible Verse: The LORD will keep you from all harm --- he will watch over your life. ~ Psalm 121:7


Reviewing Dr. Cool

This is a sponsored post. I received product at no cost to review. I did not promise a positive review. All opinions expressed are my own.

You know about my pesky hip if you have been following my blog. About a month ago I was thinking it would be cool to have a ice pack I could just tie onto me and wear when my hip is having a tough day to keep things chilly happy. Life is funny! The next day Dr. Cool stepped into my life and offered a wrap for me to check out. Needless to say, I accepted otherwise I wouldn't be writing this post today.

I opted for the large wrap (in pink) and they tossed in a to-go cooler to keep things chilly when I brought my wrap to work. I loved the wrap but hey, pink makes me instantly happy.

To use the wrap you need to wet it, roll it, and freeze it for 20 minutes or so. I found I needed to chill mine a bit longer to get it icy throughout and if you keep it in the freezer it gets crunchy and harder to unroll but it is doable. Yep, I tried everything with this wrap.

Next, trying it on. The large is large! I do realize I am a smaller person so I had plenty of extra wrap to wrap around so this wrap will work on larger frames, shoulders, etc. My one worry was, if I got this wet and froze it, wouldn't it defrost and leave me drippy wet? Well, I wasn't drippy per se but darling daughter got a good laugh after my first try and had a wet patch on my yoga pants and shirt that were under the wrap. I know in the pictures they show it on bare skin but I stick to the rule that you don't put ice packs on bare skin but perhaps since this coolness is short it is okay. I don't know.

Did I use it again? Yes! It works and it is nice to wrap up and being chilling during chores and when I am at home I can take care of wet patches. I just don't see me using it at work unless I pop in on post-run, do some work in running clothes, and then change into my work attire. This is possible since I do often run before work.

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for the generosity of others and that my buddy won an adaptive bike.

Daily Bible Verse: In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety. ~ Psalm 4:8


Getting a new plan

Ever since my marathon in January I have been running by the seat of my pants. That is traditionally my plan as February is my hardest and most stressful time at work. I used to run the Run & Walk for the Whales as stress relief but now I "run" it as the race director only increasing the February stress.

As much as I like the down time and no stress running I wonder if it is really setting me up for success to reach my big running goals and perhaps, sticking to a plan during this stressful time could be therapeutic. Unfortunately we won't know that until next year IF I make a plan and stick to it. And yes, I make my own plans 98% of the time.

I am a certified RRCA running coach and have all the tools I need to personalize running plans and yes, I can make one for you. All my coaching fees (see my facebook page for details) and craft store proceeds go to my Silent No More campaign fund to support that ministry in my life. The support is nowhere near where I would like it to be and I pray that funding increases so I can place ads, stock fliers, and do so much more to bring awareness and healing to my neck of the woods. But not my will but God's will be done. I know He supports my ministry but the means I dream of may not be the steps He wants me to take at this point of time. All in His timing, all in His timing.

And with my belly flop fall last week I was motivated to come up with my own new training plan to carry me through my marathon in September and beyond. Unfortunately, I was misguided on my injuries. Who knew they would take longer to heal than my post marathon recovery time. I am a weepy, seepy mess but thankful it wasn't worse as it could have been. My sister proves that. On the day I hit the pavement she hit a bump in a golf cart, played Super Woman, and ended up breaking her arm and needs surgery. If you are the praying type, please hold her in your prayers for a speedy recovery.

Daily Gratitude: I am thankful that I am healing quickly even if it isn't as quick as I hoped.

Daily Bible Verse: Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. ~ Psalm 139:23-24