Tag Archives: Running

Land that I love…

5 Jul

A whole week of hiking here:

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And running here:

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And celebrating a solid second place 15k finish:

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I am feeling so, so blessed and grateful for the opportunities I’ve been afforded living in this land that I love.

Celebrate freedom, family, faith, and opportunity. Celebrate summer!

How did you celebrate Independence Day?
Hiking, biking, running, or traveling this summer?

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Spring and a Letter to a Teen-aged Me

25 Mar

Spring is here! In our house that means the countdown to Tax Day has begun! When you’re a CPA (like my husband) you celebrate your own holidays. Right now, he is working until midnight every night and still getting up at 6 am to run with me. Rather, he pulls me out of bed to run with him. It was all good until the beginning of March when the clocks sprung forward and we lost our early-morning sunlight. Raise your hand if you hate DST! But enough complaining. What westerner can complain when the US east coast (and midwest) has been hit with the one of the worst and unrelenting winters in history?

Life is good. The end.

I’ve been piling up the miles lately. I’ve had some great runs on and off the treadmill. Found some new shoes that seem to make all the difference in the world. If you are new to running, my advice to you is this: find some great shoes and do not stray. No two people need or like the same shoe. And, guess what? You don’t have to spend $170 to find great running shoes. The key is to find what works for you, be that a $60 pair of Nikes or $168 Newtons. Mine?photo-12The $60 Nike variety. Seriously, I LOVE these shoes. Really. I’ve tried Brooks (they’re great), Saucony (didn’t love), and Mizuno (cute but painful). Nothing tops Nike for me. I have run in Free Runs, Flex Runs, and now FS Lites. I LOVE these FS Lites. The fact that they are so inexpensive is just icing on the cake. I know I’ve found the right shoes when I don’t feel like ripping them off my feet .0002 seconds after finishing a run. I could wear the Free Runs and the FS Lites all day. That tells you something. (I have been in no way compensated for these statements. These statements are merely my opinion and nothing more.)

Since it’s officially spring and that means it’s officially the start of racing/training season for a variety of endurance sports, I thought I’d post my running story. I shared it here. But I’d like to share it the way it was written, as a letter to a teen-aged me. As my children come into adolescence I am trying to instill in them a love of something, anything–a discipline like running that will provide for them what running has provided for my personal development. So, here it is:

Dear Teen Me,

Hey you! Yes, you with the bad perm and five-dollar tennis shoes. Pay attention because I want you to hear what I have to say. Keep running. Keep moving. Just keep going. I know, I know, you think you can’t. You have asthma. You have shin splints. You get light-headed. You feel like you’re going to pass out. I know. Deal with it and keep moving.

I’ve been watching you. I see how your eyes dart around from person to person as if you’re searching for something in each of their faces. I know what you’re doing and I know you won’t find it there. You have always been the anxious type, trying to please, trying to perform, but more often just trying to find some sense of security. You were an early bloomer, growing faster than the other girls in your class. I know you never felt like you fit in anywhere—especially not in gym class. You aren’t alone. Now that I am grown, almost every adult I meet admits to feeling this way at some point. You just want acceptance and that sense of belonging. And at times it has felt hopeless, especially at age fifteen when your parents moved—again—in the middle of the school year, when you had tests to take, projects due, and boys to impress.

Don’t worry. As they say, “This too shall pass.” You won’t understand what that means for many, many years. But one day, the simple truth of that one statement will pull you through tough times—like the stitch in your side and the pain in your knee as you trudge through the ninth mile of your first half-marathon. “This too shall pass” will become your mantra as you log mile after mile on cold, moon-lit mornings, nose running, ears stinging from the bitter wind.

You think running is hard now? Toughing out those painful steps while you are young will prepare you for some of your darkest days, like when you bury your brother much too early in life, or when you watch your young daughter endure spinal taps, MRI’s, and up to 30 seizures a day before doctors can find something to help her. Running through pain and fatigue gives you strength and endurance. And you need those things not just today, but also down the road. Someone told me once that bigger children mean bigger problems. What that means is as life progresses, our challenges become greater. All the little things that seem so big now and cause you stress today will mean nothing down the road. I don’t say this to give you pain, or to cause you more stress. I merely want to show you that you are strong—stronger than you believe yourself to be. You can and will do hard things!

In the long run, you will regret giving up. You will regret not pushing yourself a little harder, a little longer. Running can give you what you’re looking for. One day you will find acceptance and belonging through running. All the hours you’ve wasted worrying about popularity, the texture of your hair, or the size of your thighs—those things will work themselves out. You will grow into your body and your emotions will mellow. You will survive gym class! And a little running can only help.

So, what I want to tell you, Teen Me, is have hope. Invest in yourself! Life isn’t about winning; it’s about participating. Stop saying you can’t; don’t worry about failure. Security isn’t found the eyes of a stranger or the arms of a boyfriend. You won’t find it in awards and medals, or the accolades of others. Stop chasing those things! Security is found in patience, faith, the right attitude, confidence and perseverance. Running will help cultivate these traits in you. Do it now, while your future is ahead of you. Find joy one step at a time. Choose happiness today. And never, ever give up!

 

Sincerely,

Fiauna Lund

It’s Just One of Those Days …

19 Feb

Happy Healthy Hump-day! How I do love Wednesdays! Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous; perfect running weather. So, yeah, I totally tapped that. Nine miles in the bag. The only problem: I’ve been running on the treadmill pretty much all winter. And we all know that nine treadmill miles does NOT equal nine road miles. I am one stiff woman today. My yoga/Pilates class this morning was an extra joy.

So, yesterday was beautiful, but today–not so much. Gloomy, that’s how I’d describe this Wednesday. Gloomy weather saps my energy. I NEED sunshine! I don’t want to reach for caffeine or sugar and neither do you, right? Of course! I’m glad we’re in agreement there. So I put together a quick yoga flow to use as a pick-me-up for day’s like today. Give it a try!

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Choices, Choices …

6 Jan

As practical and pragmatic as I can be at times, I am a surprisingly superstitious person.

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My husband brought home this little gem from an Asian market. These little waving kitties supposedly bring good fortune and prosperity according to Japanese culture. So, yeah, that ‘s what I keep thinking about when I see it around the house (my daughter keeps picking it up and moving it: couch, counter top, ottoman …). Who doesn’t want good luck, good fortune, and prosperity?

The fact remains there is no such thing as luck or “good fortune.” There is only choice and consequence. A quote I love as I embark on my soda-free journey:

“I free myself not by trying to be free, but by simply noticing how I am imprisoning myself in the very moment I am imprisoning myself.” –Rick Carson, Taming Your Gremlin

This quote, while basically negative, still calls the reader to remember their accountability. Accountability = Power. Power = Control. Control = Freedom. Freedom = Joy. See how that works?

Lately, I am making hourly choices about what I put into my body. As I fight the urge to drive down to the gas station and fill up a 44 ouncer with ice, Coke Zero, a splash of vanilla, a splash of cherry, and a twist of lemon–in that order. Sounds good, doesn’t it? … Oh, well. What was I saying? Oh, yeah–choices.

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This is what I am choosing this morning.

I know I’ll feel better after an hour on the treadmill, but I’m still trying to work myself up to it.

How are you doing with your New Year’s resolutions?

Anyone else superstitious?

So Long, Soda Addiction!

2 Jan

I don’t do resolutions. I talked about that here. But, this year I am making an exception. For the first time ever, I have made a New Year’s resolution.

It has been said that admitting you have a problem is the first step to overcoming said problem. So, with much humility (read: shame) I stand before you (just go with me here) to admit that I, Fifi, have a problem; I am a diet soda addict. And I am afraid I have modeled this behavior to my children. I am not proud of this, but I am human. Like any other human, I need healthy coping strategies. And after 15 years of stay-at-home motherhood, diet soda has become one of my go-to coping strategies. It is a reward, a pick-me-up, a soothing comfort food–if you will.

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But, no more. As of January 1, 2014, I will no longer partake. I have committed to quit using soda as my beverage of choice and will opt for water instead. Don’t get me wrong, soda is not completely off limits. I will still enjoy a diet soda from time to time, like most normal people I know do. I will just limit that consumption to a normal, healthy, dietician approved amount instead of liters at a time.

Day two off diet soda and I am happy to say that I am feeling fine. I will admit that I was nervous about this morning’s 9 treadmill miles seeing how in the past I’ve relied on diet Coke to get me through a long run on the treadmill. And I will also admit that the run did not feel great (partly due to the fact that I need new shoes, which I promptly ordered this evening). But I survived. And I will continue to survive. I am committed to kicking this soda addiction!

What about you?Have you committed to change this year? Do you do New Year’s resolutions?

This Is Why I Run

9 Dec

As part of the publicity tour for Indigo I had the opportunity to write a post for the wonderful website DearTeenMe.comFirst of all, let me just say how much I love this website. Authors are invited to write a letter to their teen selves, sometimes funny, sometimes apologetic, always thoughtful. There is something cathartic in writing a letter to your former self. If you haven’t, I suggest you do. I wrote three letters. Well, actually, I wrote one letter that went through several evolutions before settling into a fine little post about running. I won’t post the entire letter here (to read the letter in its entirety follow the link to DearTeenMe.com), but I do want to share this with you:

Dear Teen Me . . .

. . . You think running is hard now? Toughing out those painful steps while you are young will prepare you for some of your darkest days . . . Running through pain and fatigue gives you strength and endurance. And you need those things not just today, but also down the road. . . .

. . . In the long run, you will regret giving up. You will regret not pushing yourself a little harder, a little longer. . .  

. . . Invest in yourself! Life isn’t about winning; it’s about participating. Stop saying you can’t; don’t worry about failure. Security isn’t found in the eyes of a stranger or the arms of a boyfriend. You won’t find it in awards and medals, or the accolades of others. Stop chasing those things! Security is found in patience, faith, the right attitude, confidence and perseverance. Running will help cultivate these traits in you. Do it now, while your future is ahead of you. Find joy one step at a time. Choose happiness today. And never, ever give up!

Keep running; the finish line is closer than you think!

This is why I run! I meant every word of this letter to my teenage self. 

Let me back up a little.

I remember the sixth grade physical fitness testing all too well. In fact, it’s kind of etched into my memory like a scar. The mile run just did me in. Four laps around the kick-ball field left me light-headed and hyperventilating. I panicked and passed out.  At 5’3″ and 123 pounds, I wasn’t the tallest girl in my class, but I was the shapeliest, the curviest–I was about the same size as the teacher. It was humiliating when, unable to recover, my dad, a paramedic, was called. Much to my and my parents’ dismay, this little scenario was to be replayed every school year during the annual physical fitness test.

In high school, my sister and one of our closest friends joined the cross country team. Some of the girls on the team organized a few morning runs during summer break. Not wanting to be left out, I decided to join them on their inaugural summer run. Yeah, that lasted about two block. My lungs burned, my shins ached and I feared more than anything  collapsing on the side of the road and being left for dead. I turned around and walked home. And I never went back. Running simply wasn’t for me.

After high school, My sister got married, my best friend moved to a college 400 miles away. I was slightly overweight, unfit, and indulging in some unhealthy habits. I found myself unable to make or reach goals. I was lost–at least I felt lost. Something had to change. One evening, frustrated and disappointed with myself, I put on an old pair of second-hand Reeboks and some slouchy boxer shorts and went out for a run. It was slow. It probably wasn’t pretty. But it was a start. One block turned into six. One mile eventually turned into three or more. In time, my awkward stride found its rhythm and my sporadic runs evolved into a daily ritual. A runner was born.

I am not fast; I do not win. But that is not the point. Happiness is found in patience, faith, the right attitude, confidence and perseverance. Running will help cultivate these traits in you. Given time, you will find joy one step at a time.

So, what’s your story? If you could, what would you tell your teenage self?

Not-so Healthy Hump-Day

20 Nov

I had a great Healthy Hump-Day planned for today, but … I am also a mom and as all moms know, best laid plans can easily be undone by a sick child.

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She’s on the mend, but today’s Healthy Hump-Day class will have to wait.

Instead I will be hitting up the treadmill for an 8 mile jaunt (if said sick child is okay). And following up my treadmill date with this amazing little Yoga gem:

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Heaven knows after spending the night caring for a sick child, I need all the energy boosters I can get today.

How about you? Has sickness hit your home this season? What’s your favorite remedy for the typical stomach bug?