Hi, I'm Aimee! It's so good to meet you. I spend my time reading too many words, worrying over things that don't matter, running in the awkward hours, and spending too much of my time in the kitchen. Sometimes I'm forgetful and selfish and try too hard to make everyone around me happy. Here you'll find me trying to daily live in hope and grace.
Run. Find Joy in the familiarity of your feet on the pavement, the repitition giving ease to you soul. Make the most of this one and precious life. Do things you never thought you could.
This is my only life. I want to look back and know I hit the ground running.
I don’t think I will ever grow tired of that after run euphoria. The feeling that my body (and, more importantly, my mind) can do anything it decides it ought to do. That it can and will exceed my expectations.
I am capable. I am enough. Running makes me a stronger athlete. But, really, it makes me a stronger person. And that is why I love it.
Basically, for the last year my pace has fluctuated between 10:30/mile-11:30/mile. The former being when I am really pushing myself and the later being my slow casual jog. In the last week this just feels unbearably slow. My pace is naturally falling (ie when I “push” my pace, but am able to maintain comfortably) between 9:50/mile-10:15/mile.
My stride feels great. My breathing feels great. I feel fast, relatively speaking. I have no idea what happened to spur this, as I wasn’t really trying to get faster. But, I’ll take it.
Today was a run where everything just kind of clicked in a beautiful way. I took my dog, which always help motivate me. And, to be honest I really needed a good run.
Atticus and I knocked out a solid four miles. When I first noticed my pace was sub 10:00/mile I thought oh no, I better slow down there is no way I can sustain this. But, it felt goooood and atti was loving it. So I decided to keep at it. We finished our four miles in just over 39 minutes. It is encouraging to discover that I am capable of maintaining that pace without exhausting myself. That my body is capable of more than my mind thinks I am.
I need to stop listening to my brain and start listening to my legs more. My legs know what they are doing.
I live in northwestern Montana. I love it here. It is gorgeous. But I’ve called every single athletic store in the area and not a single one has either of the two trail shoes I had been leaning towards to try on.
I do not love that. Guess I play fun amazon shopping until I get a fit/size that works. Or maybe I buy them and they don’t work at all and I am back to square one.
Today Rasputin and I went out for our runs. We don’t really run together because he is faster than me and we both enjoy the alone time of a run. But there was a cute moment on the way back in where our paths crossed at an intersection and he ran over to me and gave me a kiss, patted the tooshy, and we ran the last 3/4 mile in together. This was sweet of him because it’s this last bit that he really likes to amp it up and go fast. My run was fairly slow. But I have to remind myself that I always run a little slower in the winter when it is so icy and slick and cold out.
5 miles in 59 minutes.
Now we do our habitual sunday hour and a half of cranking the heat in our room up to 90 and do the yogas. Sundays are my favorite. Rasputin is my favorite.
Talking goals with Rasputin. I’d really like to run a full marathon this year. Whats my base level of running at? I can do eight easy ten to thirteen if I give it some effort. Oh there’s a marathon in Calgary you want to do in June? Oh im doing it now too? Sounds good. Love you too, sugarlump.
Today was an amazing run. I’ve been doing a lot of gym workouts or exercise videos, but today I just felt like going for a run. So I bundled up real cozy and set out. The roads were icy, so it was slow going. And when I got back my hiney was nearly numb. But it was just beautiful out. And peaceful. And quiet.
Such a great reminder of why I ever fell in love with running to begin with. Because when I run the world is mine. And there is a peace in the cadence of my footsteps. A triumph in the sludging up hills. A joy in flying back down. In knowing I can figure myself out if I pause, listen to myself, and adjust.