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INCLEMENT WEATHER AHEAD

Today I ran 6 miles in the pouring rain. It was not the most fun time running nor was it my best time. I wore my running rain jacket and strapped on my Osprey Hydration pack. It was a multipurpose trip because I had to pick up my race bib for the Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot and I had to buy my turkey. Because the turkey would be heavy, I needed to bring a sturdy shopping bag and my pack is the only running pack I have that I can stash the bag in. So much preparation!

I ran to Sports Basement in the Presidio to get my bib, one of my favorite places and then ran back to Safeway in the Marina, making up my run. Thankfully, the rain had stopped as I made my way home.

These are not easy days for many of us. For me, my medical insurance is skyrocketing next year. I don’t know how I’m going to make it. I can only put my faith in God and know that somehow things will work out. I pray every night for guidance.

On the positive side, I may have a running partner once a week. I was talking to a couple people at the YMCA and one very friendly woman was saying how she wished she had a running partner one night a week. I did explain that I’m not very fast but that didn’t matter to her.

One of the reasons why I don’t do group runs is that in San Francisco, the runners are very fast. Group runs usually consist of runners who can run 7:00 to 8:00 minute miles. The slow ones go 10:00 minutes per mile. I could never keep up with that, so I am usually always the slowest. I don’t want to be the slowest. I don’t mind once in a while, but always the slowest isn’t much fun and those who are faster can never understand that. They’re always very nice about it, but they don’t get it. So, for me, it’s better to run by myself; there’e much less stress and feelings of complete inadequacies.

So, we shall see if my running partner works out. And we’ll see if I can find that elusive personal trainer’s position I’ve been striving to find…..

I don’t want to end this on a negative note. I am very thankful for what I do have. I have a never-say-die attitude. I will not give up, I will not stop working towards what I want and neither should you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Cheers!

 

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DON’T HATE RUNNING

In a fitness instructor group I belong to, someone posted an article stating why lifting is the new running for women over 40. Many of the trainers chimed in how they hated running and how they were so happy when they stopped running.

Well…. I of course, had to add my voice asking why does it have to be one or the other? Why can’t those of us who enjoy being fit like both? I love to run, obviously, but I also really enjoy my time spent at the gym. Maybe I’m not a “serious lifter” like some, but I do plenty of tough work with dumbbells, kettle bells and barbells.

Ever since I can remember there has been this invisible and sometimes not-so-invisible divide between lifters and runners. Fortunately, stereotypes have been shed and more people on either side are agreeing that each has its merits. So when I saw this today and the agreements of how running is supposedly bad, it brought me back to the bad old days when lifters routinely discounted running.

I also saw this divide while studying for my trainer’s cert. Somehow, running has gotten a bad rap by the gym crew a while back and it’s still there.

I am all for adding strength training into one’s regular workouts. It has helped with my weight, my endurance, my strength and my lack of injuries. Frankly, I can’t imagine I would be running at all had I not added in strength training. But I also suggest that lifters stop their prejudice against running. Some seem to have an all-out dislike of cardio all together. Maybe because it’s difficult when one starts. But, like anything worthwhile, it takes time to master.

I only hope one day we lifters and runners can join together and understand we are both on the same side.

I have been away from my writing. Many things have been going on and not all good but I won’t bore anyone with all the torrid details. Except to say that stress sucks and I’ve had plenty of that. I have stress so bad right now that I grit my teeth at night (even with a mouth guard) that I have constant jaw pain. I take Advil for it and am trying to find solutions like meditation and changing my profession to ease out of it. I know will find a way and as most everything in my life, I know it won’t be easy.

But I’m still running, still getting out there and doing it. I am now more determined than ever to lose the weight I need, get the part-time personal trainer’s position I want and run like the wind!

Cheers!

THE LONELINESS OF RUNNING

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Until this week, I worked part-time for a start-up company as a running coach. I helped beginning runners find the joy, passion and fun I have in running. I enjoyed it; it was one of the most satisfying jobs I’ve ever had. Because of some changes in the company and philosophical differences, I gave my notice and still feel sad about it.

San Francisco has changed a lot in the last couple of years. Much of the individual identity is gone, given over to the monotone looks of the tech workers and their industry in general.

The company I resigned from, (which I will not name), has decided to form its customer base around these tech professionals instead of the base of San Franciscans already here. This is a shame. San Francisco has always been a huge running city, with lots of races and running fanatics like me.

Unlike the herds of techsters who seem to not be able to go anywhere without going in threes or small packs, running is a solitary sport. Most San Franciscans understand this and thrive in running’s solitude. Sure, we can go for runs with our friends or form small running clubs, but at the heart of it, it is just ourselves, and most serious runners’ runs are done alone. The competition is between us and our inner demons, more so than any other sport, we have to learn to listen to certain inner voices and turn others off.

So, when I was told I needed to try to get my sessions filled with four clients, I knew it wasn’t for me. I understand the need to make money, but the clients were paying a lot each month and getting shuffled into a group class may not be what they wanted for their monthly fee.

Even though I like to occasionally go for a group run, it certainly isn’t the way I want to spend the great majority of my running hours. I look forward to my time alone on the road. When I can’t get the miles in, I hunger for that solitude. It’s my time to challenge myself, but also my time to allow my mind to wander, sometimes thinking of silly things like song lyrics or enjoying the beauty of a road or path I’m covering.

Not everyone wants to run long distances. Some would just like to run two or three miles and be done with their cardio for the day. Yet, there are those of us who crave the calming, punishing long miles. One I get into my groove, slow though it is, I enter a peace I have at no other time.

What an amazing sense of accomplishment it is every time I finish a long run. Beforehand, I pack as if I’m going away for the weekend, and I’m always happy I did. When I get back home, rolled out the tight knots in my muscles and take my shower, I feel tired and happy. Nothing else gives me the pleasure of a long, solo run. Nothing.

I know that I will find another position in fitness again. I’m working towards that goal and will give out more information with it’s available. But, until then, I’ll be out running by myself, adding up the miles, gearing up for my next half marathon.

Cheers!

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I Took The Plunge….

I turned 56 this past February. It was momentous only because I knew it was now or never that I make big changes in my life’s path. I haven’t been happy with the way my “career” – or whatever my day job is, has been going. I haven’t been happy with my work for a very long time and unlike how the many negative people around me feel, I can change the direction of my life, even at my age, and do something that makes me happy, that fulfills me.

Instead of working endlessly in an office where I do nothing that matters to anyone without getting any credit for anything, I want to work in physical fitness. I want to be a Personal Trainer. And I don’t just want to work in a gym somewhere. I would like to work with seniors and help them live better lives. I would really like to help seniors have healthier and happier lives by becoming more active, move more, and be show them how much better their lives can be.

But it’s a scary thing, this whole life change deal…. I’m very afraid. I’m in decent shape myself, I do need to lose a few pounds, so I don’t look like much of a trainer. There is a live group session next weekend and I know I’ll be the oldest one there and probably the only one who doesn’t look like an athlete. HAHA! I’ll just have to amaze them by showing that I’m in better shape than they think. (And I am.)

And when I get my Personal Trainers Certificate? What then? How do I get a job? I have no clue. I have sent an email to a volunteer organization in San Francisco to see if I can work with seniors once a week. That can help me get a foot in the door and maybe make some contacts.

I’m excited, nervous, scared and freaked out. But I guess that’s normal…. yoga today helped calm me down a bit. I’m going to need that, a lot in the upcoming weeks.

Cheers!

The box from NASM

The box from NASM