It’s all in your head: Spilling over high tea October 2016

What the mind believes, the body achieves. That’s what a little ring I bought at Target tells me, anyway. Does my mind believe that I’ll do well in a hot half marathon? Have I learned enough lessons from all the previous hot halfs I’ve run?

I’m not sure. I’m clinging hard to the memory of Redding Road race — while it wasn’t a scorcher, it was an unseasonably warm spring day, a hilly half, and a surprising PR (at the time).

Confessions of a Mother Runner

Today I am joining up with Coco and Deborah for their ultimate coffee tea date.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that while I’ve been pretty busy lately, it’s just been (mostly) sheer heaven to be home for a while. We won’t talk about the dust that is clinging to every surface; housecleaning is never my thing, but it had to take a big back seat when I was gone so much.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you am mostly happy with what I see in the mirror these days. While I wish that it didn’t take a major dose of stress (and barely time to eat, or the desire to do so) to lose a few pounds, still, those few pounds on someone as vertically challenged as me makes a huge difference.

Alas, we are entering the time of year when I usually put on a few pounds. Not to mention all the travel I have coming up! I’ll take those pounds over stress any day, but seriously, this is the weight I have been aiming for forever (it feels that way, anyway).

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that your mental game is so important. In running, in life, in just about every aspect of life.

My parents are not going quietly into that good retirement community. I am afraid they will be miserable, because, basically, they have made up their minds to be miserable.

It’s why I keep telling anyone who will listen start the process with your own parents much, much earlier. They are so unhappy, but they are also so unhappy in their own home.

Happiness is a choice, people. There are people far worse off than my parents. I pray they choose happy.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that while I very much doubt my upcoming half marathon will be a PR (or the 2 after that, either), I’m feeling pretty good about it. Training, as haphazard as it’s had to be, has gone well.

I feel good. I feel strong. I feel optimistic.

I might sing a different tune when I feel that AZ sun beating down on me!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I don’t know how you half fanatics do it. I feel like halfs in May, October, December, and March seem like quite a few . . . yet I don’t even come close to qualifying as a half fanatic at the lowest level.

I’d have to throw in a half in November — which just might be grounds for divorce, and it would be a shame to throw away 31 years of married life over halfs.

It’s really not shocking; I don’t race that much. Not nearly as much as some of my real life and blogger friends. So if you’re a half fanatic, my hat is off to you.

A little too trusting?

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that while I’m happy that Lola decided that Bandit is okay, since he snapped at her I’m finding it a little disconcerting. Because she has absolutely no qualms about sniffing the same patch of grass as he does and getting into his space.

Maybe that should tell me something (other than the fact that Lola wasn’t really well socialized to other dogs, too).

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Or something else?

When was the last time a race surprised you?

What are some race goals you set that have nothing to do with finish time?

Do you believe you can choose to be happy?