When I don’t take pictures of my meals, I feel as though they didn’t happen.
I had dinner at The Smith last week. It’s one of my favorite places to eat in the city and I have not one photo to show for it.
I have posted about my dinners at The Smith before (here and here) so if you look at those posts, you can visualize what we ordered — started with the hot potato chips (OMG so good), had the Bibimbap again as my main course, a side of the roasted brussels sprouts and an ice cream sundae (with flourless chocolate cake on the bottom) for dessert.
There. I feel a little bit better now.
I was asked the other day what I think about while running a race.
Back when I would run way too fast for my own good, my thoughts while running were insane and crazy, thinking things like I absolutely hate running and I must be nuts for signing up for these silly races.
I haven’t had those negative thought processes during a race in quite some time though; I attribute this to getting more comfortable with my quicker paces and not starting out too fast during the first couple of miles.
I use my thought processes as my pace gauge — if I start to think crazy or my thoughts become unclear and not polite, I know I am running way too fast and should slow down to pace myself better.
I was extremely focused during most of Sunday’s half.
I tried blocking out the random thoughts for most of the race because I didn’t want to get lost in my head which tends to slow me down.
I did think for a brief moment about how the people running around me always look like their running is effortless yet we all know, they are working equally as hard.
As I got tired, I tried to think about what I would eat after the race that would excite me but the brief thought of food made me nauseous so I stopped that thought process quick.
During the last couple of miles, I do remember thinking of a few of my training runs, especially the early morning progression runs on the treadmill to remind myself that I can certainly push it at the end when it starts to hurt and you want to stop.
I also thought about how my ability to run half marathons is up there with two other major accomplishments in my life.
Like giving birth. I seriously never thought that I would be capable of pushing a baby out of me. I remember the car ride to the hospital while in labor, realizing that no one was going to be able to do this labor thing for me. My mother couldn’t write me a note to excuse me and I couldn’t pass off the delivery of the baby to my mother-in-law (trust me, I contemplated this during contractions)…there was no way out of labor.
I can’t even explain to you the pride I felt after giving birth to my son. I thought I would faint during labor (I didn’t), I thought I would vomit (I didn’t) and I was convinced that something so big couldn’t possibly come out of me (he did).
I totally thought about giving birth during Sunday’s half to strengthen my thoughts into knowing I could finish this race strong. I reminded myself during the last two miles, just when I thought for a second that I might faint if I ran any faster, that I didn’t faint during labor so I wouldn’t faint now!
I also thought (really quickly, as not to dwell on this) about the day that I signed my divorce papers.
It was one of the hardest things that I had to do in my life. It didn’t go down as I envisioned (I always assumed I would take a friend, my cousin or my mom with me along with something chocolate) and I never expected to sign the day that I did, in the courthouse cafeteria without anyone other than my lawyer with me at a dinky table.
But I did it. And it made me stronger. So strong that I can now run races and believe in myself enough to know that even when it gets really really tough, I can so do it. All by myself.
And because I must really enjoy oversharing my life, my closet has experienced a major running shoe explosion. I am so neat that I don’t even understand what happened. Who did this? Why are my running shoes all over the place? Help!
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Do you remember what you think about during a race?
Is your closet neat at the moment or in need of some attention?