What a week! As I eluded to on Friday, our van decided to go bust on us on Wednesday. I had the day planned out perfectly: I was going to drop my oldest off at preschool, my parents were going to come and watch my younger 2 and I was going to run errands by myself and maybe, just maybe have enough time to sit alone in a coffee shop to read and journal before picking my oldest up.
Excitement was in the air as I set out…until my van decided it wasn’t going to go into second gear. At all. Driving down a busy street at 30 km/hr is as fantastic as it sounds. Erf.
Hubby played detective after and we figured that it was either a new part or a new van that we’d need. Not exactly the odds I was in favor of. Thankfully, we were able to get it checked out Thursday morning and it was the former option which they were able to repair that day and we ended up spending a few hundred dollars to fix. Not money we wanted to spend but the alternative was far less appealing so I was definitely thanking God for the outcome. I never thought I’d see the day I’d be happy to see my van (I make no secret of the fact that I’m a very reluctant van owner). Crisis averted.
This weekend also marked a huge milestone for me: my first outdoor run in nearly 7 months. 7 MONTHS!! People…that is a long time. The last time I went outside to run, I was 37 weeks pregnant. Yikes. We didn’t have a particularly terrible winter. Yes, it was cold but we didn’t get the abundance of snow we typically see. But with heart rate training keeping my pace at a fast walk for most of the winter, there was no way I was going to go for a glorified walk in the cold. So treadmill it was. For many, many months.
I want to say that the run was glorious but truthfully, it was very hard. I was ready to go, go, go. The sun was shining, the weather was mild and I was outside. I just wanted to shift into 5th gear and take off. BUT, I have a plan, and that plan calls for s controlled heart rate. So rather than fly, I slogged. The first couple of miles were miserable because I was grumpy about all the walking and having trouble finding a cadence that worked for my heart.
I finally decided that I was not going to let my slowness drown out a beautiful day and an opportunity to run by myself. Shifting my mindset was exactly what I needed. I enjoyed the last 3 miles much more. Not because I was suddenly running faster but because I was just thankful to be outside running and I was sticking to my plan in spite of an overwhelming urge to throw it aside and run the way I wanted. Intentional thankfulness right?
When I got home and turned on my inner geek over all the stats my Polar M400 gave me (seriously…so….many…stats…) I was surprised to see that I wasn’t running any slower than I do on the treadmill (which seemed so much easier). In fact, I was running a bit faster. I clocked my first sub-15 min/mile since starting this process (14:55 to be exact). That felt good. I’ll definitely be doing my training outside whenever I can. I think that aside from the mindset, the biggest hurdle I’m facing is finding a happy cadence that maintains my heart rate.
This coming week I’m hoping to get in 2-3 runs. Now that I’m officially training for my May relay, I’m starting to run for distance so I’ll be gradually increasing my weekend runs. Should be interesting to see how that’s going to work with the baby and the amount of time I need to get my miles in but I know I’ll figure something out. I’m also in a new training phase at the gym so we’ll see that they have in store for us this round. I know it’ll include kettle bells. Or at least I hope it does…mine need a lot of work.
Have a great week everyone!