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Last Year, Last Month, Last Week, and Today….

It was a week ago, when I really started focusing on the fact that I would truly have to run in the half marathon that I had signed myself up for, almost a year ago. To some of you, it may seem like that is plenty of time to prepare for an event like this… and in reality, it is. However, sometimes my brain, my body, and my social life, seem to differ on the idea of what should be done to prepare.

This is certainly not the first time I have run one of these. In fact, this is about the 8th year in a row I have done it. I have run it with little training, and I have run it fully trained. Believe me when I say the body rewards you heavily, when you are prepared versus unprepared. Last month, after running the 15K, that was supposed to be a part of my training plan, my body was tattered, hurt, and yelling at me in language that I found to be innapropriate. I told myself then, that I would use the rest of the month, before the big race, to get my body into better shape.

……Well I didnt…..

The entire month I lived my life weighing everything on an imaginary scale. I did run/exercise, just not to the extent I should have been. Its just that as the sun finally showed its face, and the days started to get warmer, other entertaining events outweighed my desire to train. Yard work, painting, afternoon beers, and playing with my friends, became more luring.

Well, the week before the race had finally arrived, and I admit that I began to worry. Of course, I fell ill the first couple of days of the week, leaving me separating my time between my bed and the couch, but I was able to pull myself together for one day of exercise midweek.. YIPES!

I had no business running this race, and I knew it… BUT I paid big money to run it, and it was kind of a tradition now…. So, knowing that my poor body would pay me back for what I was about to do…I vowed to run it!

The night before the race, I made equally good decisions, when I ate my weight in Pizza, and then fueled the rest of my body with cheap red wine, that went well with the Benadryl I took, to clear up my stuffy nose, and that at least led me to bed early, so I could say I got good sleep.

Today was race day. I awoke feeling like the holy hell I knew I would. I berated myself for my behavior and lack of discipline this year, as I was getting dressed. I was telling myself what an idiot I was for running this, as I pinned my number on my shirt. I could already feel the pain I was meant to endure, while double knotting the lace of my second shoe.

Off I went….

My body and brain fought hard against each other for the first 4 miles. I was still sick wasnt I? I couldnt run this far could I? Only 10 more miles to go! UGH! Despite this negative self talk, I found myself clipping along at a fairly good pace, and before I knew it, I was over half way. However, around mile 8, I found myself saying to myself “I DONT WANT TO RUN ONE MORE STEP”!!! My body said it was done…..

Almost miraculously, right when I said that, a man appeared to drop dead in front of me. I smiled, hoping this may be my way out. I would have to do CPR, and would be unable to finish this race!! At this point of the race, we were running on the race track of the INDY 500. There were few spectators allowed in this area, and it was difficult to find a medic. The man fell directly in the middle of the track, where runners were having to quickly divert themselves around him, so as not to cause a horrific accident due to trampling. Still, how could he help it?!

He had grabbed his chest and was rolling his body back and forth. He was an older gentleman, and it seemed clear that he was having a heart attack. We told him to relax, and asked if it was his chest. He didnt answer, only writhed in pain. The question was asked three more times, and the medic had been notified, before the man finally responded…. “Its my shoulder”!

Immediately I was deflated and began running, knowing that this man was not my way out. I found myself wondering what would make this asshole, drop down on the middle of the track over shoulder pain. Surely, he could have made his way to the grassy knoll to the side, to hold his shoulder. Since when does dropping to the ground and rolling around help shoulder pain anyway?!

Well, at least it diverted my attention away from my pain for a moment. I assumed he lived.

For the entire last 4 miles of the race, I suffered. Pain was shooting down my legs and back, mocking me. I walked some…I ran some…I whined to myself…and I talked myself into forging on. “This is what you get”!!

I finished the race in 2 hours and 10 minutes. Certainly not my best time, but one that I had no complaints about. Now, as I sit here, with my flaccid legs draped across a chair, and with a beer in my vicinity, I am pleased that I made myself run that race. I WILL PAY for it for the next couple of days, but I am thankful that I have a healthy body, that continues to bounce back!

This race is one that I used to run with my Mama P, before her passing this last October. I thought of her so much during my run, invisioning the pain that she went through, living with her both her debilitating cancer, and with the desire to be able to run again. This race was run for her…

Today, I say thank you God for allowing me to have the ability to run!!

 

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Treat Her Right..and She Will Treat You Better

I hit the snooze button for the second time, and I immediately hated myself for doing so. Still, I dozed in and out for 10 more minutes, knowing it was going to make me run late, just like every other day of my life.

I have known for about 6 months now, that I was signed up to run this 15K, on this day. For some reason though, knowing this, apparently wasn't enough to motivate me to start training properly for the event. Since I had already paid my dollars for this race, and since I knew I would be running a half marathon in only one more month, I decided to see where my body was in this process. Believe me when I say, I knew I would struggle….

When I finally got myself out of the bed, I was faced with every obstacle possible….and I was running late.

I had set my outfit out the night before, but forgot to put my sports bra in the stack. I have a number of these bras in my posession, but I only like to wear one or two of them. I was searching frantically, making it necessary for me to turn on the bright light above Renees head, to wake her up to help me find it in order to dig through my dresser to find them. I ran down to look in the dryer, only to find that the dog had pooped everywhere on the floor, even smearing it into the rug. I leaped over it, dodging it to the best of my ability, but was dissapointed to find NO bra..I never found them, and had to settle for my raggedy ones.

Next, I needed to focus on food. Normally before a race, I would eat peanut butter toast and a banana. However, all of the bananas were rotten, and we had no bread. I did manage to find some partially stale bagels, so I threw them in, but then panicked when I couldnt find the peanut butter.

While they were toasting, I was scurrying to gather my supplies. I had managed to get Renee up at this point, due to my outward groaning and complaining. I needed gum, my music, Chapstick, the armband to hold my music, money to park, and coffee…OH how I needed coffee!….

Renee, being the kind, generous soul that she is, helped me get out the door, but I was beginning to think she was only doing it for her own benefit.

Luckily I had found peanut butter in the back of the cabinet, and began to shove the bagel down my throat, as I sped to get on the highway. I had thirty minutes before the race started, and knew I probably should stretch. I was starting to calm myself down, telling myself that I had plenty of time, until I realilzed that I had not brought any earbuds for my music!! I tried not to panic, telling myself that I could just run 9 miles without the headset…but quickly told myself that I was an idiot!

I wasnt prepared for this race, and I knew I would not be able to bear listening to myself suffocate for the last 6 miles of this race! I made a quick stop at the gas station, praying that they would have a cheap set….They didnt! I was almost in tears as I reached my car. I said one last prayer, hoping that one of my children had left some in the back seat. I dug in, and in the middle of the crack, between the seats, I saw one ear bud sticking out. YEAH!!! Thank you GOD!

I got to the race eight minutes before start time. I reminded myself how dumb I was for doing this, even as I was pinning my number to my shirt. I got to stretch my legs for about 2 minutes, before we were off! This time, I had promised myself that I would not push myself too hard. I would simply enjoy listening to the music, while enjoying the run. I was NOT going to focus on my time…my only goal was to finish.

I struggled through my first few miles, until I talked myself into slowing down. By mile 5 I had settled into a comfortable pace, and let the music overtake my mind. Unfortunately, that is when the blister began forming on the arch of my right foot. Still, I kept running.

At mile 7, my legs were telling me they were taking a good hit, but I was feeling surprisingly better than I thought I would. I forged on, and only ended up walking through one water station, at mile 8. I was pleased to finally see the end, and the only thing keeping me from shedding a tear, were my children…rooting me on at the finish! I waved, smiled, and whispered “Im almost finished”!

I finished in less time than I thought, still able to keep my average time under 10 minute miles. It certainly wasnt my fastest race…but I had finished. I was proud of myself for conquering all my obstacles.

I limped my way to the car, hobbled my way into my house, and sat down to delicately pull my sock off of my fresh new blister. I was hurting bad. It took me many minutes to reach the top of my stairs, due to all of my leg muscles pulling me the opposite way. After showering, I leaned down to pick up laundry off of the floor and my heart began to race into my throat, and wouldnt come down. I was now laying flat on the floor of the hallway…calling my son for help!

As I laid there for the next 5 minutes, waiting for my heart rate to resume at a normal pace, I was thinking about how pathetic I looked in that moment. Im not in my youth anymore, and I need to treat my body nicer.

I apologized to my body and promised I would try to be nicer.

“As soon as I am able to walk again, I will definately train you better”!

NO FN LN DIVISION OVERALL DIVPL SEXPL GUNTIME TIME PACE
printradius 3525 TIA F3539 389 31/90 141/536 1:32:07 1:31:16 9:48

 

“Your body is precious. It is our vehicle for awakening. Treat it with care.” ~Buddha


 

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I Don’t Know How To Give Up!

I knew what would happen before I made the decision, but I did it anyway. In retrospect, I would have done the same thing.

In the days that followed, I paid the price. I wanted to get up, move, tend to my house, children, and family, but my brain and body were working against one another. Each step I took pained me, though I wanted so much to GO. I knew it would be better if I just willed myself to do it, but in the last few days, I have fallen short of this goal.

I could see each obstacle in front of me. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel even, but the aching I felt was a hinderence…a bit of a road block even. Slowly, however, I managed to carry on.

I asked my family to be respectful of my needs at this time, as I was in a fragile state. I became confused at the sight of their blank stares, as if they were never looking at me, but instead looked beyond me. I attempted to pay attention to their needs, but I was uncomfortable, and not feeling like my normal self. I fidgeted often, and turned side to side frequently. I knew it had to be obvious to anyone watching.

Though I tried to remain quiet, sometimes my pain would find my voice, and I would outwardly make the sounds that I wished I could have kept inward. I didn't want anyone to look me differently. I had to do this on my own!……And so I did!….

This story is a small depiction of what I was feeling last week, after restarting my exercise regime. The older I get, the more it hurts when I restart….even if only a month has gone by!!

I got in three good solid workouts in last week. The last one I did, included the 60 minute Bob Harper cardio video. I save this for last every time, because I have difficulty moving every muscle in my body, for at least three days after doing it (at least until I build a tolerance!). For $9.99, I would advice everyone to give it a go:).

Anyway, I did it…I busted out. I couldn't walk well Saturday or Sunday, making my children fetch me things I needed, because it would hurt too much and/or take me too long to do. Sadly, they have begun to grow used to my needs after restarting my regime:)

Today, I was still feeling a little sketchy, but I got back in the saddle. After running like a zombie for about a half a mile, my legs started to ease their way out of constant contracting, and I got myself into a good pace!

I ran 4.7 miles today, in a minute less than last week….I felt great!

It's amazing how awesome I feel, everytime I get myself back on track with my exercise. I feel healthier, both physically and mentally…and I have energy again! Plus there is the added benefit of free wine calories!!:)

It often makes me wonder why I ever stop! ESPECIALLY, since it hurts so bad to start!

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Life is Full of Lemons:)

Yesterday was the Mini 500 at the kids school. Every year this race happens, at the end of the school year, and right before the Indy 500.

This event is only for the first graders, but the whole school, plus friends and family, get to watch their performance, from the grassy knolls on the side. Each first grader is responsible for bringing in a car, made of cardboard, that they are capable of carrying. You have plenty of time to make your childs car look like something out of a magazine, making them gleam with pride……Or, if you don't have time, or don't like your child as much, you can use plain cardboard and black sharpie markers, to make your child look and feel pathetic:). Believe me, there are both extremes.

Once the cars are made, the kids bring them to school a WEEK early, so to place them on display, so all the parts can be torn off, or “fall off”, before race day, and so everyone can judge (or laugh at) their project:). On race day, the children race each other around a grassy track, in several different heats, while carrying their race cars. It REALLY is a fun event for everyone, with ALOT of excitement leading up to the big day.

This is the 4th car we've made, and the 3rd race we've attended. Sadly, this was our last first grader race, because Chloe is the youngest of our babies:(. You can always tell when it's someone's first child to run the race, because they have no idea what they're doing, ourselves included!

When you see a child that has a car made out of a refrigerator box, you can generally guess that it is that families first race. These giant cars are usually pretty cool looking, because the dad probably had a really cool plan, and probably thought “bigger is better” right? Unfortunately, these tiny 50 lb children are unable to even lift the box, let alone run the whole length of the track! God love them, they sure do try. Initially the box fishtails everywhere, knocking everyone out beside them, and then the child eventually has the lone auto on the track, requiring at least two staff members PLUS the child, to get it across the finish line, while ALL the students and families point and cheer and say AWWWW. How humiliating! But I guess that's what school is all about…. Getting humiliated by your peers??!

The thing is, no one wants to tell you how to do it your first year either. It's kind of like a rite of passage into the 2nd grade. Those parents and their children had to endure ridicule and embarrassment, in years past, and so will YOU. I guess you're out of luck if you only have one child:).

The first car we made was Hannah's, and it looked like a jalopy! It had the BARE necessities. The cardboard was barely painted, and white paper plates were used as the tires, again unpainted. It may have had her name on it, and her own scribbles down the side, I don't really remember. I do however remember the horror, as I so proudly went to watch my daughters race, but left with my head hung down in shame, after viewing these statuesque race cars, that these professional parents built.

Next were the boys, and now we were a little smarter! We knew the smaller boxes were better, we could use battery operated lights for headlights and taillights, and we could do a multitude of designs to meet the demands of both boys. The sky was the limit, and they had way cooler cars than Hannah! But in the end, both boys lost, both in fastness and artistically, so we were humiliated anyway:):):):):)….

So far, none of our children had won us any awards, in the mini 500, but on our third attempt, we felt sure we had had a pretty good chance!

We had it all planned out… We could build such an elaborate car that it would win in multiple categories. Best in show…most artsy…most likely to succeed…faster than lightening. Even if they weren't real awards, we could leave that track knowing we would have won them…..

In addition to the awesome car, we also have the speed of Chloe! Despite her moderate to severe pigeon toe diagnosis, she can move fairly quickly, mostly because she has to stride out further than her peers, so she won't trip. We really had a chance of winning this whole thing!!

I could see it now. For once, we could stand up there, two mothers with their celebrity daughter, with our heads held high, feeling pride, while the whole school cheered and celebrated us, instead lining up to throw the first stone.:)…..

……but we forgot who we were dealing with…Chloe! Renee was so excited to help her create and build this beauty. Chloe, however, grew tired of this within minutes and said ” This is my project you know”! She didn't want any help. She demanded to make it on her own, and she did!!! I asked her to at least put a #2 on the car so I could giggle and yell “go #2”, as she made her final turn, but she REFUSED!:)

It really didnt turn out too bad, but not near “award winning”. The cars that she was competing against could have been in an exhibit! One even had a small kite on the back so their child would go airborne with a good breeze. GENIOUS! This was FOR SURE one of the TEN winners….. ??Remember when there was only 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners??

All in all, it was another successful year…for other people's children. I truly believe it was due to Chloe building herself a “lemon”, that slowed her down in the race, causing her to get 50th or 60th place. Regardless, we are still proud of her….after we get over the disappointment.:):):)….

 

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