The best motivational poster someone was holding up at the Swamp House 1/2 this past weekend read “The best type of Diet Shake is the shake your booty makes when you run!” I had to make a poster of it for the blog, LOL.
“Don’t run too close behind me. I fartlek when I run.”
“Chuck Norris never ran a 1/2 marathon.”
“Run like you stole something!”
and “Medals last longer than pain.”
What are some of YOUR favorite motivational posters from races you’ve participated in or cheered at? Please share!
Would it be terribly unoriginal for me to say that I’m just glad my week is over?… I’m ready for a nap. But not until after salsa class! That’s right, people, I’m getting my salsa on today. Hopefully I’ll learn enough to not look like Elaine from Seinfeld anymore when I go out dancing
In the words of Pitbull…. dale!
Today I am grateful for my health, despite it not being where I want it to be, because I realize that it could be a lot worse.
I am struggling with my blood pressure once again.
I thought that I had it under control since I discovered it to be EXCEEDINGLY high (170/102) in 2009. Since then I’ve done the “Dash Diet”, quit drinking coffee, eliminated salt and increased my exercise. I’ll admit that since then, I’ve gone back to drinking a cup of coffee every morning and, on occasion, get a little too excited with the sea salt grinder but, is that enough to undo all my healthy eating and crazy running schedule?!
I can tell myself its not fair, I can decide to deny that its high and go about my day to day until I suffer the consequences OR… I can face the music and deal with it.
My doctor offered me some natural remedies a couple of months ago but, it appears as though they’re not working as well as I’d hoped. Time to go back and take the next step.
Today I am grateful that I can afford to treat myself every once in a while. Despite feeling remarkably good for having done two half marathons in a row last weekend, I realize that my muscles could use a little loosening up. I have a dull ache in my right sciatic and hip and my calves are still a little stiff. I called a local massage parlor chain and scheduled an appointment for this evening… and am SO glad I did.
I’m just going to cook myself up some soup, paint my nails and head to bed early once I get home, thank you very much
I’ve been working very hard in recent months to “come back home.” What I mean by this is not entirely clear, sometimes. Even to me.
I supposed “home” is not a place but, rather, a state of being in which you are most comfortable, most content and most yourself. As children, once we are old enough to process and give meaning to the world around us, we begin to define ourselves in relation to this world and not in relation to what we innately are.
I’ve allowed the criticism, selfishness, carelessness and even the well-intentioned opinions of others to make me stray. I have allowed these things (as it is only natural for all humans to do) to shape me, to make me uncomfortable in my own skin, to make me sad, frustrated and inauthentic to myself…
But I’m ready to create something that is great from within and for myself so that I may share it with the world. Like a shooting star, I’m going home. :)
I must day that I am very, very, VERY grateful for Epsom salts and Advil…
I had never soaked in Epsom salts before yesterday and I am now a true believer in their amazing effectiveness. Immediately after leaving the after party, my sister and I stopped at the drug store to buy a bag.
We took some Advil before hopping in the shower, filled each of our bathtubs with warm water and the salt and soaked for about 20 minutes each. It was great waking up on Monday morning and not have to limp all the way to my car to drive home….
Here are some other great links to articles with tips on how to recovery after a long run or a race:
Wait a minute! Both of these finisher’s medals are beer bottle openers?! I want a medal that opens a bottle of red wine!!