Today, I ran…Without a Watch.

Today, I ran without a watch. AND IT WAS GLORIOUS. You see, normally I strap Tommy the Tom Tom on and trust him every step of the way. Trust that he’s tracking my miles, my pace…how many calories I burn. Usually without him, I run with my phone to track the same stats.

Today was different. I woke up to the birds chirping, a sun-filled window, and a steaming cup of coffee…and said fuck it, I’m gonna run without Tommy today (I actually couldn’t if I wanted to because he has been misplaced for the time being…mom, is he at your house?).

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Tommy-always keeping track of me

So I’m a little OCD when it comes to running. I have to run in even #’s. What I mean by that is I can never end on a .odd (1.99, 2.05). I must always get to that even distance. I also always try to run over the .0 (2.0, 5.0). Just in case my watch would be off I want to make sure I’m going far enough to what I set my sights on for that day. I told Sam that the other night and he looked at me like I was insanE (what a capital E).

Here’s what I learned from ditching Tommy.

  1. Running sans technology is freeing. 

Bye to tracking distance (and those silly even numbers). Hello to running on how I feel. I was more in tune with my body, my breath, my legs, and felt a lot more relaxed. I could just go. If I didn’t hit that full mile, whatevs bevs because I didn’t even know.

2. You don’t have to pause your watch if you stop.

You know I took it slow past the dog park to see what kinds of pups were playing. Normally I’d have to pause my watch or I’d skip slowing down all together and miss out on seeing those precious creatures. Not today. Whatdup lil doggies.

3. You can still get in a good run (maybe faster/farther than anticipated).

Who knows how far I went. I went based off feel and that felt friggin fantastic. When my legs got tired, I stopped and walked it in (to the tune of…”bring em out”…except it was “walk it in”). And you know what-I feel refreshed, happy, determined, and satisfied.

4. I will still run with my watch BUT will  make an effort to try one watch-less run a week.

Because you can still feel like a badass and pretend you’re Pocahontas running through the woods (she for sure didn’t have a GPS watch).

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How I feel about running without Tommy

Join me on this watch-less revolution wouldja? Try one run without it. Free yourself for fifty minutes. Focus on your breath. Listen to your body (not the beep of your GPS). Just go.

XO

-Hales

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Think Like A Dog

Friday-wassup.

I’ve been really into egg pancakes lately. You see, the donuts, ice cream, pizza…it’s all been great but sometimes it’s too much. Sometimes I like a less sugary filled meal. Here’s how you make an egg pancake:

Take 2 eggs + 2 egg whites + 1/3 cup oats + cinnamon. Mix all that up and pour into a heated pan on the stovetop. Flip after about 2 minutes. It’ll get nice and puffy. Top with your fave toppers (mine are currently shredded coconut and apple butter). Ya welcome.

I’ve been extra hungry lately and I’m not sure why…PMsing? Running more (shoutout to my husband Sam-after 6 years together, we’ve started running together and it’s the most fun). Squatting heavier? Or maybe I’m growing? Is it possible to have a growth spurt as an adult? Well let me tell you, I’ve been a bottomless pit lately and CAN’T STOP thefeeling EATING.

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Feed me and run with me

Now that foods on my mind, let me grab a snack…brb….3 minutes later…

Okay, hello again. Yesterday was a day. I did like 3 loads of laundry (wife of the year), made the bed, took a shower AND a bath (Earth Day’s not til tomorrow), got an oil change, and even got in a run/walk with my dog.

Now, if you’ve never met Ruthie, here’s one thing you need to know. She is a horrible runner. She can go about 1 mile then she gets run drunk. She starts swerving so that I have to jump over her. Then she’ll come to a screetching halt for a snack of grass and dirt. It used to make me sad because I wanted a dog that could run for days, but I’ve accepted the fact that Ruthie is a really great walking mate.

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Looks more like a Star Wars character than a runner.

So we ran a mile then walked 3 more. We walked through this super lovely wooded park by our house which always whisks me away to my thoughts.  Yesterday’s thoughts: Fearless Dogs.

I was watching Ruthie walk along without a care in the world. She poops in the grass, rolls in the dirt (like ew-us humans would NEVER), listens to her body and runs until she doesn’t want to anymore, stares down geese without instantly thinking they might attack her…the list goes one.

While this is all normal activity for a dog…it got me thinking. Maybe I need to change my attitude to think like a dog. No I don’t mean taking huge shits in people’s yards or on the sidewalk (picture that). I mean living fearlessly. Not caring what other’s think about me. Wearing the shirt that says “PIT BUL LVR” if I want. Running when I want for as long as I want. Meeting new people and not instantly thinking they’re judging me. Trying new things (I totes need to work on this).

It all makes sense…dogs do what they want without a care in the world. They meet new friends everyday, sniff each other’s butts, then carry on. So next time you want to introduce yourself to someone channel your inner dog and sniff their butt…just kidding you’d probably go to jail for that. But really-DO SOMETHING without fear.

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Zero Shits Given

Here’s to dogs-may we know them, may we love them, may we live fearlessly like them.

Cheers!

-Haley

 

Running on Donuts (And Pie and Wine)

Hello-this post is brought to you from the floor of my living room. My dog is currently curled up in a ball hogging all the sun but whatever…she leads a tough life and deserves it.

So, I was out of town last week and like most humans do when they travel, I posted a shit ton of pictures to Instagrammmm. Someone (not going to name names) messaged me and asked “What do you eat? Goodness grief I’m jealous of your diet.”

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Only picture not of food…hey

Looking back through my posts, almost all of them contained a donut, cookie, or beverage of some sort. Some might call it #foodporn others might call it #carbloading4life.  I prefer “living.”

The title of this blog is Real Running, so lets be real. I run so I can eat all the treats (not the only reason but a big slice of the pie).

Before consuming a lunch of fresh/local ham and cheese sandwich and the best damn french fries, I went for a 4 mile run through hilly Duluth after a morning walk with my sister and her dog.

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Told ya it’s hilly

Yes I probably ate more calories than I burned but who cares? The run made my heart happy, the meal made my belly happy.

I will most likely never turn down the opportunity to drink a bloody mary on Saturday morning with a side of fresh-deep-fried-pickles-that-make-you-want-to-dance-with-joy or a glass of red reserve wine from a local winery.

You see, much like going out for drinks and dinner, running is a social thing. You run past people on the street and say hello. You run with thousands of other athletes in a marathon and feel like a badass. So really, I’m not crazy and eating donuts and running really makes perfect sense. Like deep fried picks and bloody marys make sense.

It’s like my dad always says…everything in moderation. No, I don’t eat 5 donuts every day. No I don’t run every day. Because if we did everything every day, not only would those things become extremely boring, but we’d lose passion for them. And I do not want to live in a world where I do not crave chocolate covered-honey-filled donuts. I do not want to live in a world where running isn’t fun anymore.

So listen to your heart and your belly. If you’re craving a donut, eat the damn donut. If you want to go for a 2 mile run along the beach or up a hill, let your legs take you away.

XO

-Haley