#TheRunningWriter QOTD

Own the freak out!


Ever get that shaky in the legs feeling, accompanied by the rapid heartbeat when you have to do something scary? It could be associated with an athletic event, a scary meeting at work, a first day at school or a new job, or maybe a first date with someone you really like.

Lots of situations cause that kind of physical reaction. And sometimes our first response might be to run. Cancel. Avoid.

To do anything to prevent the event that is causing you this reaction.

I totally get it. Been there. Done that. Still happens.

Each time I face that situation, I gulp down the nerves and face it. Sweaty palms and all.

Breaking down the event causing these reactions is key. I focus on the fact that I have overcome heart-racing feelings before. I zero in on how I survived. Specifically on how I did it. How it made me stronger. And how I can do it again.

Focusing on the successes in the past versus the failures is the way to go. We all have failed before, and that’s fine, but focusing on the successes is more productive.

When I’m faced with something I have to do that freaks me out,here’s what I do:

I pray for strength.

I ask for advice and support from three to four trusted individuals in my life.

And then I imagine myself succeeding.

Whether it’s a race or a life event, visualizing myself succeeding is powerful. Going into a situation blind and unprepared causes more stress and anxiety.

What do you do to own the freak out?

#TheRunningWriter QOTD

Adventure starts with C


You’re probably thinking I don’t know how to spell right now, huh?

I think adventure start with C because you have to make a choice.

You have to choose to get up off the couch.

You have to choose to make a change.

You have to choose to dedicate time to prepare for your adventure.

It can be an athletic adventure, work adventure, school…. anything it is, it starts with a choice.

Once you make that choice, that’s when the fun begins. And by fun I mean hard work, but it’s also fun.

The feeling of accomplishment each step you make toward the goal, and then after you achieve it….

Totally worth it.

So what’s your next adventure going to be?

#TheRunningWriter QOTD

Mute the voices.


Ever do something you never thought you could? Even after you’ve done it?

I’ve run a few races from a half-marathon up the side of Pikes Peak to running a 50-mile race that included a crazy two-mile hike up the steepest hill I’d ever seen.

But that Boston Marathon on Monday….harder than all that.

But I did it.

Now that the soreness is fading away, I am asking my self how I did it. Mostly because I want to learn from it, but also because people are asking me, too.

To answer….I’m not sure.

I mean, I did the training, so I was physically fit, yes. But that cold, that wind, and that rain….how did I beat that? How did all of us runners beat that?

I think the only way to describe how we did it is to say, we dug deep.

But what does that even mean?

I hear that phrase a ton, and it sounds awesome, but what does it mean? Dig deep into what?

I think the word we’re looking for is grit. I looked it up and found this for a definition:

firmness of character; indomitable spirit

That makes more sense. Digging into your grit. Your strength. Your spirit.

The encouraging crowds, fellow runners, and the support from family and friends play a role in accessing your grit, too. They help fuel it, help build a reserve that you can dig into.

You’ve got grit, too. Take a minute and look at something in your past that you’ve overcome. Maybe it was health related. Digging out of financial problems. Losing weight to get healthy. Finishing school against the odds. Overcoming a tragedy. It doesn’t have to be an athletic event such as a race. We’ve got to dig deep to face off with life, too.

You did that. You dug deep. You CAN do anything.

There will always be a little voice telling you that you can’t do it. That you’re weak.

Press mute on that negative voice. You got this.

#TheRunningWriter QOTD

Embrace the pain!


It’s no surprise that I’m sore after running 26.2 miles in freezing conditions and on the hard road. My body is used to running on the trails. They are a little more forgiving on the joints.

I live on the second floor of an apartment complex, and it’s pretty comical watching me walk backwards down the stairs.

My quads are just too sore to hold me up going down the stairs the “normal” way.

I got the , “Are you crazy?” stare from someone yesterday, and I had to giggle.

But that’s ok. I’ve got to keep moving because life keeps moving. While it’d be nice to sit on the couch and not move until my sore muscles healed, that’s not good for my sore muscles—or my state of mind.

So, if it takes walking backwards down the stairs to stay in life, I’ll do it.

No matter what kind of pain I’m dealing with, be it physical or mental, I have got to keep moving. For me to stop and sit in it, I could get stuck there.

That leads to depression, anxiety, physical illness, and that’s not where I want to be.

So I’ve got to embrace the pain and keep moving–even if I get some weird looks.