About Hannah

Wife. Mom. Librarian. Runner. Lover of Neon.

5:57

Runner Boy ran a 5:57 mile yesterday to close out his first middle school cross country season. That was a goal almost 2 years in the making.

Runner Boy LOVES running. He fell in love when he was only five years old. He finds his zone and just runs. Sometimes when I watch him from afar, it looks like he could just run forever. He loves to run fast too. To push himself. It’s a skill that a child has to develop. Pushing to the brink of pain and discomfort, welcoming that pain and discomfort like a friend, and riding it out until the finish line.

He’s had some ups and downs with running the last two years. That’s what happens when your best friend and the woman who watched you become a runner passes away. John and his NuhNuh had a special relationship. She was the first person outside of Mr. Neon and I to welcome him to the world. She was there when he was born. It wasn’t planned. She was just in the room when I started pushing and neither Mr. Neon or I felt she should leave. She was supposed to be there.

NuhNuh and Runner Boy at his first timed 5K. Run for the Roses 2013.

When I arrived at Runner Boy’s meet yesterday, I was greeted with a hug. I watched him zone out, do his stretches, lost in his own world, almost ignoring his own teammates. He asked me to put on his bib. “You do it better than I do. You are my good luck.”

I hugged him when he went off to the starting line. “I’ll run for you, Mom. I love you.” I felt my nervous energy build. And for once, I was thankful that he didn’t have any. Maybe after two years of struggling, he had finally figured this run thing out.

The gun went off, and I started my stopwatch on my phone. It was windy, but cool. A beautiful early fall day. If the PR was going to happen, it was going to happen today. Coach was sure breaking six was going to happen. His confidence eased my nerves only slightly. I had picked up the pieces from a missed PR too many times.

In the past, Runner Boy has expressed annoyance, anger, and frustration when Mr. Neon or I, or even his coaches, have yelled at him while he’s running. When he emerged from the trees, I was tempted to hold my voice. But I didn’t. I hollered, “Keep it up. Drive. Drive!”

I ran across the field, towards the finish line, my eyes on the ticking stopwatch. It was going to be close. I yelled “Go, John! GO!” Instead of watching his shoulders contract in frustration, I watched him pick up his cadence, flying, and holding off the runners on his heels.

I hit stop and looked down at my phone. Mr. Neon ran to me and said, “I think he did it!” I couldn’t speak. I just held the phone out towards him. We both rushed over to John and showed him his time. The elation on his face was indescribable. It’s an image I will save in my memory bank forever.

He ran happy. He ran hard. He worked for the joy of the finish line. He ran for the long desired sub-6 mile. He congratulated every teammate. He was present. He enjoyed the moment.

What no one else saw was the ugly cry session I had in the car on the way home. Runner Boy went home with Mr. Neon. Tiny Boy asked for my hand and held it while I cried. She’s not here and she should have been there. She loved to watch him run, and she feared he would give it up because he sometimes forgot how to run happy. I’m glad her fear didn’t come true.

Their last 5K together. Prairie Fire 2017.

Records fall

What a weekend for endurance sports!

Eliud Kipchoge broke the 2 hour barrier in the marathon. I still haven’t sat down and watched the entire thing, but I have it saved to my Watch Later on Youtube. TinyBoy desperately wants to watch it, too. How many 10 year old boys know who Eliud Kipchoge is and what a sub-2 hour marathon even means? He’s such a cool little dude.

TinyBoy raced a 1 mile road race AND a 2 mile XC race on Saturday. Beast mode!

After our crazy morning of running races and our town’s fall festival parade, complete with a snare-drum-playing Running Boy, we sat on our butts for 8 hours watching the Ironman World Championships, aka KONA. Mr. Neon and I both were hoping for a Frodo comeback, and we both got our wish, complete with a new Kona course record. And I am over the moon for Tim O’Donnell. I have a major couple crush on T.O. and Rinny. 2nd in the world and a sub-8 Ironman. Dreams happened on Saturday.

And then Chicago. Brigid Kosgei 2:14! What in the world?! We had so many friends running Chicago and Prairie Fire, and I had a tiny bit of FOMO. The weather was so favorable and nearly all of them had PRs. I’m still on the fence about running another marathon, but days like Sunday make me want to give it another go. And then I think about the training required and second guess myself.

As for me, I am ok with not running a 5K this past weekend. I need to get some more miles in my miles. I did sign up for Easter Sun Run 10K, and I’ll write myself a training plan for that. I’m still considering a spring half. But I’m struggling to justify the expense of race registration with a new house on the horizon. I don’t need to race in order to find motivation to run.

Flux

Life is so up in the air right now. I come to the blog, open a new post window, and stare at the screen. It’s hard for me to share anything right now, because our family doesn’t know where it’s going to land before the end of the year.

I don’t intend to be vague, but I don’t want to jinx anything right now. And I don’t want to get my own hopes up. I feel out of control, which drives my type-A personality crazy. And when I feel out of control, I avoid social media, which explains the lack of posting these days.

Flux = continuous change

In short, we’re house hunting. We found THE ONE. We are crossing our fingers and our toes hoping everything works out. Buying a house is the most emotionally exhausting experience outside of marriage and childbirth.

My freshly earned MLS degree is burning a hole in my pocket. I’m looking for other library opportunities. (I think I heard the inhaled shock sound from everyone who knows how much I love my current library and my current job.) I always said I was getting this degree to become a real librarian and now it’s time for me to make that happen.

And my coaching certification is almost complete. As excited as I am to get started, I’m also anxious about starting a coaching business and all the little cogs and wheels that go into keeping it running. Keep your eyes peeled on that coaching tab above for more details. All I’m waiting for at this point is for my CPR card to come in the (e)mail. I had unfortunately let my training lapse and had to renew it before I can get my full certification. I passed the test with flying colors.

Racing is the furthest thing from my mind. I scrapped the plans for a fast 5K when my training suffered too many missed speed workouts. I’m definitely running more consistently with zero current niggles or injury potential. The step streak is still going strong. I’m sitting at 285 days. I’m starting to wonder what I’ll do at the end of the year. Let the streak expire? Or keep it going? Do I reward myself for a year of 10K a day or do I just pay myself on the back?

I’m still on the hunt for my first 1000 mile year. I think it could happen, but it’s going to be mean some fairly consistent running through the rest of the year. At least 3 miles per day.

I think that updates everything that’s going on in our Neon little world.

Sick and Tired

Nothing can bring a training plan to a grinding halt like a sinus / ear infection. Yuck. I felt like I went to the doctor early enough, but the last five days have been nothing but pain, drainage, snot, phlegm, coughing, and medicine fogs. I haven’t run since Sunday. Blah. And the steroid has me bloated and up several pounds. FRUSTRATING. Especially considering that I was supposed to start two doses of speed work this week.

At this point, I might just see what I can get done tomorrow with a long run, and then toss out the rest of the workouts from last week. It’s only a 5K. That’s what I keep telling myself. I’m only training for a 5K, so these workouts aren’t as vital. They are just the difference between how much progress I’ll make on my current PR.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

240

Yesterday was day 240 of my 10K step streak. Two-hundred and forty. Woah. Only 125 days to go. Yep, it’s official. I am definitely going to attempt a 365 step streak! One year of 10K+ steps per day.

I finally made an IG post about the new tool in my life. About a month ago, on a whim, I ordered a Sidekick Tool after both Gwen Jorgensen and Sara Hall posted testimonials. I’ve always been intrigued by muscle scraping, and it made a lot of sense when I read articles about the science behind it. I’ve dealt with a lot of lower leg issues over the last couple of years, especially shin splints. Physical therapy and regular strength training help a lot, but foam rolling and my roll-8 only do so much. Scraping seems to be the game changer. And my favorite thing about it…it’s fast. Only 30-60 seconds per area. Right now I’m only doing in on the days that I run, before or after stretching or PT exercises.

Side note: I know my shin splints are partially as a result of my pronation. I’ve tried several different levels of support shoes with none providing complete relief from my symptoms.

I started an experiment this week. I have started eating lunch at 11am. I normally take my lunch at work at noon. But when you wake up at 5am, have a small toast and coffee breakfast, run 3-5 miles, and then rush off to work, you are ravenous by noon, even if you add a snack in there. I needed nutrition earlier in the day. It’s been a great shift. I snack throughout the day and never have that empty stomach starvin’ Marvin feeling. I’ve been bringing a Vega One shake, chicken salad, these amazing almond flour crackers from Costco, and a Veggies Made Great frozen muffins…also from Costco. Actually, the chicken is from Costco too. Lunch by Costco!

Training is still happening. I’m struggling to get up and run before work four days a week. I find myself shifting one of my weekly runs to the weekend. I’m not sure if I should rewrite my training plan, so just keep trying to get all five workouts in per week and not worry about the days.

Alright…off to conquer the world. Also known as after school text message updates with the boys.

I lied

Almost three weeks ago, I blogged and said I’d blog again the next day. I didn’t.

What haven’t I done in 3 weeks:
1. Blogged.

What have I done:
1. Washed my face every night before bed. And my feet…it’s my number one self-care thing that gets forgotten. Wiping off my feet with a warm wash cloth before I go to bed feels soooo good. Does anyone else do that?
2. Did ALL of my workouts. Yep…in three weeks, I haven’t missed a single one. Well…this morning I snuggled Tiny Boy instead of running 3 miles. I’ll make it up tomorrow.
3. Stayed completely caught up on laundry, dishes, and vacuuming. I know…I can’t believe this one either. My house hasn’t been this clean in two years!
4. Cooked A LOT. We have eaten out maybe once or twice a week the last two weeks. I’ve actually meal planned and stuck to the grocery list. I also figured out how to bake sourdough bread on a weeknight without having to stay up until 11pm.
5. Read TWO books that have nothing to do with school or work.
6. Kept the step streak alive. Today is day 235!

I guess that’s what happens when I shove a big piece of pie off of my plate. I didn’t realize how much of my brain grad school consumed, but it was a big ole chunk. My ability to think and remember things is amazing.

Life right now is GOOD, and I’m enjoying it. Mr. Neon is still rocking the middle school math teacher life. The boys are having a good start to the school year. Tiny is in his last year of elementary school. Good riddance. I don’t know what it is about my kids and intermediate school (3rd-5th), but it’s rough. The principal and teachers are great, so I don’t know what our deal is. Those 3 years have been the most challenging phase for both of them. The one positive is that Tiny gets his first instrument tonight. Trumpet here we come!

Middle school is awesome in comparison. Runner Boy is FINALLY on the XC team and is thriving. Having scheduled practice every day after school is doing wonders for him. I can’t wait to see what he can do with the next seven weeks of the season.

This time though…no promises of when my next post will be. I always hope that I can get on here more often, but life (living the GOOD life) gets in the way. And that’s definitely not a bad thing these days!

A Decision

I’m not going to run a fall half marathon yet again. This will be the second year in a row that I have skipped a fall 13.1. When I finally said the words out loud to Mr. Neon, “I don’t want to run another half this year,” I felt an instant whoosh of relief. I’ve run 3 half marathons already this year, more than I’ve run before in 365 days. My body and my mind are rejecting the notion of training hard for 13.1 miles.

But I still want to train for something. And I feel the pull to do more XT. To brush off the dusty ole Beach Body on Demand app.

I’m heading back to my roots. 2013 was the year I became a runner and I fell in love with running over 5Ks. So…

I’m going to train for a FAST 5K!

It worked out perfectly that I start training today using the ten-week Train Like a Mother Own It plan. Run for the Roses in my town’s local 5K…the very first timed 5K I ever ran. After the first couple of weeks, I’ll see where I’m at and set my goal officially. My PR is 26:40. I’d like to see if I can get down to the low 25s. As close to an 8-minute flat pace as I can get.

In other news:

  • I’ve updated neonrunnergirl.com. It’s got lots of new info with more updates planned.
  • I’m done with grad school! Just waiting for grades to be posted and then the diploma will be in the mail. I’m still waiting for it to sink in. I have my MLS! I’m a real librarian.
  • I signed up for RRCA coaching certificate this fall. I’m hoping to offer very affordable run coaching on an individual basis later this year. Runner Boy and Tiny Boy are VERY excited to have Coach Mom write their training plans as an official run coach.
  • I’m on page 854 of Stephen King’s It. It’s not as scary as I thought it would be. But the new movie scared the crud out of me. Mr. Neon is excited because I said I would go see Chapter Two with him in the theater. I might regret that decision later!

That’s all for now. More tomorrow, since I don’t have grad school clogging my brain anymore!