Archive for January, 2013

Find Your Greatness

Posted in motivation, random, running with tags , , , , on January 31, 2013 by afuntanilla

#MakeitCount

Posted in motivation, random, running with tags , , , , on January 31, 2013 by afuntanilla

A Slooooo Start

Posted in motivation, quotes, running with tags , , , , , , , , on January 27, 2013 by afuntanilla

“Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know”

So. 2013 has not started exactly the way I had hoped…on December 26th, I got sick with the flu. It lasted for about 2 weeks and since then, I have been experiencing much achiness and fatigue. I feel like the damn thing just flattened me. And it did. I haven’t missed any work, but left early many days. My weekends, up until this current weekend, have basically been spent on the couch/bed. Not feeling the physical energy to do much for such a long time now has been quite the challenge.

I love being active. Of course, I love to run. But, I also love just having the energy to go about my day with some zest! During the past month, i have felt depressed, angry, agitated, cranky, irritable. I have done my best every day to be patient with my body as it clearly has a course of its own to run. I went to the doctor, had some blood work done just to be thorough….all came back normal. More patience with just what is….

I have not experienced this kind of sickness since about late 1990’s, so it’s been even the more challenging. I have been running about 3-5 days a week for about 15 years, so to have such a lengthly delay has been bubble bursting in so many ways. Some people will understand it and others won’t. And, that’s ok. Running makes me feel alive in a way that nothing else does. If you have read my blog for a while, you probably get it.

And…I’m trying to see the positives in all this. My flaw has been I do not give myself enough time to rest after big races and I had 2 big races last year. I know I am guilty of not enough rest. And part of me sees this delay as learning a lesson in this regard. I’m absorbing the lesson. Sometimes, after a big race, I’m so excited i just can’t wait to keep going for the next thing. But, there’s another lesson here too: to truly embrace my current self-accomplishment. Too often these past few years, I have not allowed myself to just “enjoy the after…” And, I think that is part of the nature of the mentality of runners…to keep re-setting their goals. Believe me, I am all for goal-setting, but i am getting the other lessons here too.

So, where am I now? Well, after a full month of little to no physical exercise. I am basically starting from zero. For example, I ran for 10 minutes on Friday and walked for 5 minutes.

Yesterday, I ran 2 miles and walked 5 minutes.

Hard to understand I ran a marathon in October. I could not run 5 miles right now. And….that is ok. I will get back. Smartly.

I remain positive and upbeat and ever determined.

Onward.

this about sums it up. perfectly

Posted in motivation, photos with tags , , , , , , on January 20, 2013 by afuntanilla

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my art

Posted in races, road, running, trail with tags , , on January 20, 2013 by afuntanilla

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enough said….

Posted in motivation, quotes, random, running with tags , , , on January 20, 2013 by afuntanilla

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perhaps one of the reasons why

Posted in motivation, running with tags , , , , , , on January 12, 2013 by afuntanilla

After about 4 weeks, the full body cast had finally come off and my atrophied legs didn’t quite feel like my own. They were these strange limbs that were attached to my hips, but sure didn’t feel like much. They looked small and felt weak. But, they were mine. And they were healing. My 2 roken legs were now unbroken. I remained having to use a wheelchair until I could walk again. The bigger people in my family would sometimes carry me from car to house or room to room, but I was itching to use my own power to ambulate and feel my own 2 feet on the ground. One early evening, I was in the living room while grandma was in the kitchen cooking, cleaning. I don’t recall anyone else being in the house at the time. I was wearing my pajamas; blue and pink stripped bottom pajama pants  (perhaps this was the beginning of my sense of style!) and sitting in an oversized chair. I have no recollection as to what my thoughts or feelings were at that exact moment, I just remember what I did.

I got up. I rose.

I got my balance by holding on to something on both sides of me.

I took a step. And then another one. I was walking.

“Grandma!” I yelled. “I’m doing it. I’m walking.”