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What I Learned While Running Outside This Winter

3/19/2015

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     Happy springtime! I send this salutation to my fellow neighbors in the Northeastern United States, especially to those of us who are runners celebrating the rising temperatures for several reasons: clean, clear roads free from gigantic plow, salt and ash trucks that may have sent us diving into snow banks several times this season; multi-layers of clothes covering everything but our eyes and tripling our dirty laundry piles; and the return to trail running, which I did this past Sunday. 
     Eager to get off the roads and back in the woods, I covered 10 miles on my favorite running route through Ohiopyle State Park... up Baughman's Trail, down Sugarloaf Trail, across Great Gorge Trail, past Cucumber Falls and through the Ohiopyle Falls overlook area before ending back at my vehicle, parked next to the bike trail parking lot. The river was raging and streams along (and sometimes a part of) the trails were in full force, which fueled my run as I listened to the beauty of flowing water.         
     Even as I delight in the return of spring and melting snow, I think I'll miss my winter runs, through which I gained some valuable insights and lessons. Sometimes I returned home with frozen eyelashes and an accumulation of frost adorning my balaclava, and every time I returned with a huge sense of accomplishment, peace and vigor. Here's what I learned this winter while pounding the ice and snow-covered pavement.

1. Things are more possible and passable than they might first seem. In other words, it was never as cold, snowy, icy or windy as one might have thought by simply peering outside. At first glance out the window or look at the daily forecast, it would have been easy to conclude that running outside was unreasonable. Rather, I took it as a challenge, and with a good warmup routine and the proper attire, I delved into the adventure that is winter running. 
     Even more, most days my toddler-aged baby boy, Avie, bundled in his warmest winter garb and blankets and snuggled in his
 BOB Revolution SE all-terrain stroller covered by a protective weather shield, accompanied me. From his cozy cocoon, our runs always lulled him into his daily nap, lasting anywhere from the entirety of our run, usually about an hour, to three hours. It was a win-win situation - I got much-needed outside activity, and he got much-needed rest.  

2. Winter running clears the mind, refreshes the soul and uplifts the spirits. Running among a landscape of pristine white offers a quiet, soothing, peaceful stillness that can invoke introspection and serenity simply for the reason that less activity occurs during the cold days between December 21 and March 20. Fewer cars are on the roads and fewer people and animals are out (a welcome relief from the dogs who chase runners in warmer temperatures!). Don't get me wrong, I love animals and people, but a three-month hiatus from the hustle and bustle that we experience during the warmer days of spring, summer and autumn indeed clears the mind, refreshes the soul and uplifts the spirits, prepping us for the rest of the year. 

3. Running outside keeps cabin fever at bay. My deepest thoughts come to me while running, and one day I thought this: I am thankful for the healthy feet I have that allow me to put one in front of the other so that I can experience the joys of nature, the fresh air and a sweaty, heart-pumping run session year round. Then my thoughts were led to feeling grateful for the cozy house awaiting my return, a hot bath and a warm meal, which led me to think about the homeless. As wonderful as running outside was this winter, I could not fathom having to stay outside all day and all night. I contemplated how we who have roofs over our heads complain about cabin fever when others would give anything for simply a roof. I dedicated many runs after that to the cold, hungry and homeless. Further, I vowed never to bewail that my home was making me feel cooped up and crazy, and if it was, well, then, I would do something about it, like run.   

4. Winter running makes spring and summer races not seem so daunting. Training for one spring race involving a high elevation gain and another involving seven miles of 20-plus obstacles or a summer trail marathon? Yes, yes and yes. With winter training under my belt, I feel confident and prepared as April, May and June, the months of my goal races, approach. 
     To be specific, here are the miles that I logged this winter: December - 115 miles; January - 121 miles; February - 92.87 miles; and in March, so far, I've run 79.2. What it typically broke down to was an average of 25 to 30 miles per week, with the highest mileage week being 35 and the lowest mileage week, my mid-season rest week, adding up to 15, during which time I replaced runs with spin biking. Usually daily runs consisted of four to seven miles, but sometimes it was three or eight and most recently my longest postpartum run yet, a 10-miler. I have been focusing on various types of runs, too, such as hill runs (my favorite), long runs, speed workouts, tempos and recoveries. What I'm saying is this: I feel ready to race!    

5. Winter running proves the simplicity, freedom and flexibility of the sport. By simplicity, I mean this: running requires minimal gear, whereas my three other favorite sports, white water kayaking, mountain biking and rock climbing, require an array of pieces that are heavy, large, not multifunctional and/or costly, which makes traveling with them burdensome and also costly, if we're talking about airplane travel. On the other hand, running requires shoes (currently I'm donning the Hoka One One Clifton and loving them) and clothes, which can be multifunctional, i.e. I can wear them to do yoga or other activities. If we want to get uber minimalist, we don't even need clothes or shoes to run - our bodies do the work for us! But without specific gear, kayaking, mountain biking and rock climbing would not happen, even if we lost our shoes or clothes! 
    By freedom and flexibility, I mean this: we can take running anywhere, anytime. It travels with us, because, essentially, our body is our apparatus. For instance, when I spend the night at my sister's, or even visit her for the day, all I have to do is toss my shoes and clothes in a bag, or borrow her clothes if I've forgotten mine, open the front door and run. Freedom from gear or the need to get to the right location makes running the ideal sport. Further, w
e can run on a wide range of surfaces, including dirt, snow, ice, mud, road, track, sidewalk, beach, forest floor, grass, cinder and city street, whereas with kayaking we need water and rock climbing we need rock. Third, we can do it in the morning, afternoon, or evening - in fact, some of my favorite winter runs were underneath the moonlight, after the sun set, or early in the morning, before the sun rose. Lastly, we can do it, as this winter has proven, in all weather - scorching hot, bitterly cold, wet and rainy, windy, in hailstorms and blizzards, in sun and snow.

     To sum up, I ring in the springtime with a sense of ecstatic elation for my efforts this winter; for the coming season of racing; for the desire to run through figurative and literal rain or shine; for running's positive physical, mental, emotional and spiritual benefits; and for my ongoing, ever-evolving, always-deepening relationship with the life-changing sport of running, which is, in fact, more than a sport - it's a way of life.   
 


   

    
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Breastfeeding & Veganism: How Nursing My Baby Led Me to a Plant-Based Diet

3/9/2015

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PictureAvie spends many days in his learning tower eating his vegan snacks and meals and concocting some of his own!
Why vegan? 

I'll tell you. 

It began for one simple reason and has evolved into something more complex.

My heart grew exponentially and, at the same time, melted the first moment I held my son, Avie, as we lay skin-to-skin and gazed into one another’s eyes after a 20-hour home birth. I began to feel compassion and love in ways I had never felt before. Needless to say, those feelings continue to expand as each day with my son, now 20 months, unfolds.

Further, our connection is made deeper by our breastfeeding relationship. We are intertwined and in tune with one another in an innate, naturally synchronized, special way. I provide food for my nursling, and this bond nourishes our spirits and souls. Nothing can replace the feelings transpired from a mother/nursling connection. 

With that said, breastfeeding has been the major change agent for my conversion to veganism, although my journey toward plant-based eating began long before motherhood.

In second grade, herbivorous Brontosaurus was my favorite dinosaur. He seemed nice to me, a seven-year-old, because he didn’t eat his fellow creatures. Was I a natural born herbivore, too? 

During high school and college and throughout my twenties, I became an on-again, off-again vegetarian who often experimented with vegan eating for reasons related to compassion for animals to optimum running performance.  

A complete conversion to veganism happened when I became a stay-at-home, breastfeeding mom with a toddler. Avie began suffering from infrequent bowels and severe constipation at five months old. His father and I treated the problem with countless home remedies, naturopathic pediatrician recommendations, suppositories, massage, Rolfing, reflexology, acupressure and various diet changes, all of which provided temporary relief.

As his attempted bowel movements spanned days at a time, accompanied by blood, sweat, tears and lost sleep, a light switch came on. I knew that what I ate mattered because of breastfeeding and that what I cooked and served in our home mattered because that’s what my son ate, too. Subsequently, in August 2014, when Avie was 14 months old, I decided to eliminate all animal products (eggs, meat, fish and dairy) from our diets. 

We went vegan. He began to poop. Rejoice!

Thus, the answer to the question “Why vegan?” was simple. “Because my son poops!” This was my solid, compelling reason for switching to veganism, one that I could confidently express to anyone who asked.

Now, however, my answer to this question becomes more complex.

Most recently, while reading Vegan for Her: The Woman’s Guide to Being Healthy and Fit on a Plant-Based Diet by Virginia Messina, MPH, RD, the growing compassion and love accompanying motherhood, which I mentioned at the beginning of my story, began to surface, this time for animal mothers and their offspring, because of the following excerpt:

     “Everyone knows that chickens make great moms. They cluck and fuss all day long over their eggs and then over 
their fuzzy little hatchlings. It’s where we got the term mother hen, after all. Hens on egg farms never even get to see those babies, though. They sit in cramped cages, dropping their precious eggs onto a conveyor belt. Or if they’re “free-range,” they spend their entire lives in crowded windowless sheds. 

     It’s the same on dairy farms. Cows give birth every year; they have to in order to continue producing milk. But that milk is for profit, not for nourishing their own babies, so the calves are separated from their mothers within hours of birth. The males, often still on wobbly legs, are sold at auction to be raised in veal crates or for beef. On pig farms, breeder pigs get to see their babies and even nurse them, but they do so through the bars of a tiny crate. Some of them never leave that crate until they are too old to produce any more piglets and are trucked off to the slaughterhouse.

     It’s hard to reconcile those kinds of stories with the ones we all grew up with-where animal families live happily on farms and baby animals play in fields and are fed and kept warm by their mothers. But the reality of modern farming is this: continuous exploitation of female reproduction, so that mother animals can produce babies, eggs and milk, all for human consumption. They are forced to do it over and over until they are too tired or sick to be profitable and then they are sent to slaughter. These are the lives of female animals whether farms are owned by a corporation or a family, and it’s true even in the production of organic eggs, dairy and meat.“

This breaks my heart. With that said, I credit breastfeeding for leading me to veganism, and motherhood for flourishing love and compassion, which will keep me vegan long after our breastfeeding days are gone. Moreover, I'm certain that my reasons will expand and grow as we continue our vegan journey.   


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