Everybody Poops. . . Especially on a run!

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Everybody Poops. ..  Yes this I know my mom is a nurse and I worked as a CNA throughout college I am well aware of all things poop. I have heard all the poop on the wall, people playing in it stories, I have cleaned out colostomy bags, I have aided 106 year old women in pooping because they didn’t have the strength to push it out themselves. I have cleaned poop from the elderly and children. Poop is essentially my friend at this point.

However pooping has never been something I have excelled at, if it is something you can excel at even, I did not! I can remember going whole weeks without going, not even once. But then when I need to go it generally hits me like a freight train I have to go NOW. And I have become ok with this system I can handle it.

But now I have started running and poop I must, in the middle of a freaking run. This urge has become a routine of my run, now I am just working to try and figure out a way to get this urge without doing what I know my marathon runner friends have done and squat on the side of the road. I am just trying to make it to a bathroom and get back on the road.

I have tried going directly before a run but the above mentioned fact that I in fact do not excel at the pooping has made this difficult, so anyone else have any other ideas? How can this poop failure get through her runs without messing her pants?

❤ Kelsi Rae

Dat 12 minute Mile Doe!

Any of you ever play a sport in high school?

You would come to try outs and on the first day a prerequisite to even being considered for the team was to run a 12 minute mile. I remember laughing thinking that was such a joke, that who couldn’t run a 12 minute mile. Come on, I could walk a 12 minute mile.. . at this point in my life I was easily running at 7 minute mile. . .  hating every second of it but easily finishing in 7 minutes. I couldn’t imagine that I would ever run slower than that… ok I was also a 17 year old athlete at this point but God was I wrong.

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Now here I am at 24, attempting to start running for sport for the first time in my life, running was always a means to an end before, I had to run to make the volleyball team, I had to run to get through the drill, I had to run in order to save the ball, but I never had to run to run, I never wanted to run to run… I hated running I would go about a half a mile and my chest would start to hurt and I would start to double over, I swear my collarbone would start to collapse and I would stop.. I hated running.

Today I ran the distance of a 5k, 3.22 miles to be exact so more than a 5k and I probably could have kept going. The key to this was to not be afraid to slow down. Go at my pace, let the people  that are faster go around me and instead of resenting them, cheer them on, we are all struggling to be a part of this same club, no matter what place in the journey we are at we are all moving.

I will probably never be able to run a 7 minute mile again but I can run 3+ miles without stopping, I do enjoy running, I do get up everyday and look forward to my run for the day, I have run 5 times a week for a month now. And there is something to be said about that, there are victories in every step that you take, when you tell yourself to just make it to that tree, just run a little farther, finish the mile, the song, the next ten steps those are victories.

So now when I go out and I run a 12 minute mile I am proud, and know there is no way in hell I could walk a 12 minute mile, but I can run one, and I can run two and three at that same pace, I havent felt my collar bone collapse or explode this whole time.

So go, get out there on the running highway that are park trails, if you are near me, it is Wash Park and the Cherry Creek trail, but no matter where you are I am sure you know the runners highway, the place that is intimidating, get out there, and cheer on the fast people and the people who just like you look scared as hell to even be running.

Because really when it comes down to it, it is all about Dat _____ minute mile doe!

Whereever you at that run is on fleek gurl!

❤ Kelsi Rae

Your legs are not giving out, your head is giving up. . . keep going!

This commercial has been coming on frequently as I binge watch America’s Next Top Model this week. And everytime I think the same thing. . . “That is totally me.”

The girl that walks into looking for that middle seat, because clearly it is the only acceptable one, the front is just much to exposed but in the back I could get lost. The girl at her first day of yoga just hoping it is going to somehow make me better, less stressed, more peaceful, stronger, more in tune with my yogic breathing whatever that means. The girl who is running, if you can call the turtle like crawl, that is probably slower than some peoples walk running. But Every time you get to the end as the sweat pours down your head and you think I did it

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 I find myself repeating this mantra over and over again during these times.

Especially last Sunday when I decided that for my first Yoga class in like 3 years I would attend Yoga Tone, having no idea wha that entailed. And when I say first class in three years, 3 years ago I was attending beginning Yoga at the University rec center where frequently football players would join and fall asleep in the middle of class, not exactly the most difficult of yoga times.

So into yoga tone i went grabbed my 3 and 5 pound weights, Inner monologue – Weights why do I need weights for yoga isn’t this supposed to be peaceful. 

Walked past the “Silence in the studio sign” and Oh God I am not peaceful enough for this  and rolled out my rented mat sat down, silently of course and waited for class to start. All was well until we busted out the weights about halfway through the class and I thought I was going to die, stomach churning, legs shaking, brain screaming kind of pain, but in a class of 5 you can’t just stop.

” Your legs are not giving out your head is giving up. . . your legs are not giving out your head is giving up . . . your legs are not giving out your head is giving up. . . ” Repeat this for about 30 minutes and I have made it through YogaTone,

Needless to say I did not come out of it feeling more at peace and in tune with my Yogic Breathing, But I was stronger, and more sore, for the next three days or so. But stronger and I could feel it.

It felt good enough to go back, the next day, and the next day. Not to yogatone specifically that I need at least a week break from but to a class.

I hope that if you are like me and fear looking like an idiot or like someone will criticize you for being new to _____ insert exercise here, that you will do it. Fight that voice in your head that says you can’t whether it is a mental block or physical get out there, do all that you can, find the time in your busy schedule even if it is just 15 minutes to move. Find that yogic breathing, or get out there and hit something ( boxing is my favorite workout) because as much as we think people care, they don’t have time to judge you when we are all so busy being self conscious about ourselves. So do it for you. . whatever it is you have been thinking about. . . You will be better for it.

I can feel the burn in my legs, the same as when I run and I can feel myself, my mind and my body getting better. So thank you Nike I am not sure I will start buying for clothes or shoes but I know that I am . . .

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Why I am thankful for today’s TERRIBLE run!

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There is a park about 1 mile from my house, and it is about a mile around.

So my goal is to run 1 mile there, a mile around and a mile home, that is the goal! So far I have made it a mile there and a mile home!

That is at a snails pace and doing intervals of 3 minutes on, 2 minutes off, the way home is all down hill so I do 5 minutes on and 3 minutes off on the way home.

NOT TODAY! Today I was huffing and puffing wheezing about two minutes in. My normal snails pace began to resemble a crawl, but I kept going, even when that toned girl passed me, looking like she was gliding on clouds as she ran by me. I kept going, it felt like we were the part of the same club now!

I kept running! I decided I was going to start running about 3 months ago, I started running inside and ventured outside about 3 weeks ago. With the snow the outside running has been on and off, but lets be honest it terrifies me to be out there on the street where people can see me all red faced and puffy not looking at all like a “runner” in any sense of the word. I keep having to remind myself that I am a runner simply because I am running!

Everyday I have to get up and try again. I have become obsessed with fitgrams, I love fitteachers and mrsfitteacher for inspiration!

So no matter what you are starting, running, eating more healthy, having positive thoughts or something completely unrelated just keep going and remember everyday is a day to start again.

❤ Kelsi Rae