Back when I started my Instagram account 2.5 years ago I made a promise to myself, and later to the IG world at large, that I would remain transparent. I’d take you through the highs of training, as well as the lows. With that being said, it felt imperative that I share on here the struggle I’ve had with running these past 2 months.
Happy hump day, all! Last week on my Instagram stories I asked for input on what you’d like me to write about next. I had a few respond to the question via the stories and a few others reach out via DM with some ideas. And one of the trends I noticed was women wondering how I managed to run consistently while also working full time and raising 3 kiddos, while also managing the inevitable mom guilt.
Official Time: 20:14 I was pretty nervous going into this race. It had been a hot second since I’d raced a 5k – my last one was in December. I’m not even sure what caused the nerves. It was a really small local race with next to no competition. Looking back, I think it’s because I had been vocal about wanting to drop my 5k time down, and I was afraid of falling short of my expectations for myself
One of the earliest memories running gave me was when I was probably 7 or 8 years old. My parents put me in CYO (Christian Youth Organization) Cross Country starting in Kindergarten. And in those early years I distinctly remember having my dad drive me to meets and we blared Smash Mouth’s All Star on the radio every time.