I Ran a Race. I Won.

Yesterday I posted a status on my ‘Dr. Ashley Worobec Facebook Page‘ that showed a couple of pictures from my 10k race the day before.

My words were:

“These pictures sum up my weekend, and why I LOVE to run- this is happiness in its truest form. I raced in the 10k Hannukah Hustle in Hamilton on Sunday morning and I won! It wasn’t a big race, and my 43 minutes wasn’t record-breaking, but as 1st female, I even got a bike escort into the finishing chute and got to break through the finish line tape with my daughter in my arms. This first picture shows me stopping to grab her from the wagon (my 5-yr-old son wanted to stay put!) and the second picture shows the post-race bliss (and exhaustion!). Find something you love and throw yourself into it. The benefits will reach far and wide.”

And then I reconsidered, regretted, and thought-twice for a bit.  Should I have put this accomplishment out there, so bravado and look-at-me and I’m-so-great?  That’s not typically my style, not what I’m about, not who I am.  And yet, I really wanted to share this moment with my patients.  That’s the exact purpose for my Dr. Ashley page; a place where my patients can get to know me and what makes me unique in my time outside of the clinic.  It’s where I can share my opinions on topics that I think would be of interest to them- be it fitness, parenting, or healthcare.  I deliberately keep this Page separate from my personal Facebook profile, and that’s the part I’ve been reconsidering; why was I okay with posting this under my professional persona and not my personal?  Answer: because somehow, it seems less show-offy, less girls-shouldn’t-brag, less boastful, and more polite.  Somehow, I’m a degree removed.

All day, I’ve had people congratulating me on the race.  The feedback has been wonderfully huge, and Facebook tells me that almost 2500 people have viewed those pictures.  And yet, I keep downplaying my run, skirting around the compliments, trying to exercise humility after a showy post.  I’ve “aw, shucks”-ed a lot.  “It was just a small race,” I tell people, “I only won because no one fast showed up,” or “I was dying out there.”

Wanna know the truth?

I felt great.  I felt effortless.  I felt invincible.

And it was a small race and none of the super-fasts came to play, but it was still my first win in years, my first bike escort, my first finish-line tape, and the first time my kids saw their mama WIN.  An outright, unequivocal, black-and-white win that they can understand.  They’ve seen me head out into the pre-dawn cold Sunday after Sunday while they stayed in their cozy pj’s.  They’ve heard me huffing and puffing as I pushed all 80lbs of them in the double stroller on my last training run.  They’ve watched me cross off numbers on my training plan and cross off days on the calendar.  And then they saw me win.

I hope they learned that fitness is fun.  I pray they learned to seek out a passion.  I know they learned that if you work hard you get rewarded.

I recently read ‘Carry On, Warrior‘, in which the author, also a blogger, talks about how she has no shame.  She writes, “I’m shameless.  I’m almost ashamed at how little shame I have.”  I can see where she’s going with this.  As my own blog grows, I can feel my filter loosening.  My take-it-or-leave-it growing.  My this-is-me flourishing.

This is me.  I ran a race.  I won.  And I’m damn proud that my kids saw it happen.


“I Don’t Have Time to Exercise”

“I don’t have time to exercise.”  It’s a phrase I hear regularly, both in my professional and in my day-to-day life.  I am a chiropractor in a sports injury clinic, and I advocate regular exercise to all of my patients, athletes and non-athletes alike.  The benefits of exercise are many, and the drawbacks are non-existent as far as I can tell.  The opposite can be said for lack of exercise: no benefits and lots of drawbacks.

The number one reason that people tell me they don’t exercise is that they don’t have time.  But the thing is, they have the same 24 hours every day that the rest of us have.  They just prioritize it differently.exercise importance

Let me be clear: if you choose not to exercise, and you’re fine with that, then who am I to judge?  (Although, admittedly, I will still try to sway you over to my side…)  But if you would like to exercise regularly, yet claim you don’t have the time, then this post is directed at you.  It seems appropriate to talk about this, as the New Year begins, and exercise resolutions are flowing.

We are all busy.  We all live in a busy culture and live busy lives with busy jobs, busy kids, and busy to-do lists.  And therein lies the opportunity to prioritize.  My husband and I are a both-parents-working-with-two-small-children family, and here’s how we fit it in:

  • We alternate 6am classes at Crossfit on weekdays.  On my days, this means I can be back home by 7:15am, just as my kids are waking up and my husband is heading to work.  On his days, he showers at the gym and goes straight to work.
  • I don’t work on Tuesdays, so I go to the gym on Tuesdays at 5pm, once my husband finishes work and takes over kid-duty.
  • I run with my neighbor at 8pm on Monday nights, after the kids are tucked into bed.  Sometimes I get to a yoga class on Thursday nights at 8:30pm.
  • On the weekends, one of us often does a workout during the kid’s afternoon naptime.  Or I bring my son with me to the gym in the morning- he plays while I do my workout, and then I do the kid-switch with my husband so he gets gym-time too.

With this juggling, we each manage to exercise 4-6 times per week.  Things do come up from time to time that derail this schedule- sick children, traffic, late meetings- but that tends to be the exception rather than the rule.  And while I don’t enjoy crawling out of my warm bed at 5:25am on dark mornings, I do enjoy the post-workout adrenaline rush.  While I don’t enjoy leaving the comfort of my couch on cold evenings, I do enjoy the runner’s high.  And while I don’t enjoy missing out on weekend naps, I do enjoy feeling healthy and fit and strong.

take care of your bodyTo say that you don’t have time to exercise assumes that the rest of us do.  When in reality, we simply make the time.  We sacrifice sleep, or TV, or laundry, or Facebook.  We prioritize exercise.  We prioritize fitness.  And if this post sounds preachy, well good, because that was my intent.  This is a topic I’m passionate about.  And preachy about.

So go run with your kids in a jogging stroller.  Go for a swim on your lunch break.  Go do Pilates in your basement.  Go to the gym in the wee hours of the morning or the late hours of the night.  Because exercise equals movement, and movement equals health.  Get moving.  Get healthy.

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