tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65087653402798691762024-02-19T16:35:33.499-08:00See Smarty RunSmartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-15244263065606652002016-05-03T17:27:00.001-07:002016-05-03T21:43:36.645-07:00We Rocked Music City!<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I looked out the window of our hotel room and saw rain pouring down. The sky was dark and lightening flashed through the sky over the city. We turned our focus on the news and watched a reporter "reporting live from the race starting line." He was hunkered down under a large umbrella and said that due to the severe weather, race administrators were discussing the possibility of delaying or canceling the race! A news anchor reporting from her dry, comfortable studio piped in with an enthusiastic comment that she talked to runners and "they like rain!" (Insert my head shake and eye roll here.)</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4G_nHVxg7Lg3nPVxkAC8TXChcvYHfSnJLcd93GFzfoiaVTdYWxc2Jn1lD2KbTTTLbMTzwbyQgkMVqCIYYgz7gTDKq3kx4O57R3kDJSpP_uxF2RgLengeQ7yFn9YgE7T1M9hlgPUJH7g8/s640/blogger-image--344842330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4G_nHVxg7Lg3nPVxkAC8TXChcvYHfSnJLcd93GFzfoiaVTdYWxc2Jn1lD2KbTTTLbMTzwbyQgkMVqCIYYgz7gTDKq3kx4O57R3kDJSpP_uxF2RgLengeQ7yFn9YgE7T1M9hlgPUJH7g8/s640/blogger-image--344842330.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Not knowing how the morning would play out, Maryanne, Traci, and I went through our normal pre-race routines. When it was go-time we hurried down the street, two blocks in the rain, to the gear check trucks where we dropped off our bags. We immediately retraced our steps back to the hotel lobby where we waited with approximately a dozen other runners who were also awaiting to hear the verdict of the race.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Race delay: 35 minutes. We were in corral 10 which meant we had another 45-55 minutes until we started. Ugh. Looks like it's time to get Traci another cup of coffee and make new friends with the other runners in the lobby....</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlrfucEevznkIZThqJfRfn6XeAQLQfpxhvo4e1iR-r2UiRp7tenTEr7Zm5AhbDLwm8MEZbnpWLwN-WO3LgcrgVkuWlOqCv5doTueEAXby40_FsisL_WEwLZyFarnr54RtOcz54uoYqFK4/s640/blogger-image--1263450709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlrfucEevznkIZThqJfRfn6XeAQLQfpxhvo4e1iR-r2UiRp7tenTEr7Zm5AhbDLwm8MEZbnpWLwN-WO3LgcrgVkuWlOqCv5doTueEAXby40_FsisL_WEwLZyFarnr54RtOcz54uoYqFK4/s640/blogger-image--1263450709.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Luckily, by the time our corral started the rain had stopped! So off we went starting our 13 mile running tour of Nashville with 35,000 other people just as crazy as us! The course took us through some beautiful areas and past some great sites including downtown Nashville, Music City Center, Vanderbilt and Belmont Universities, gorgeous neighborhoods, and historic buildings. All which came and went as we ran up and down each hill. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Oh, the hills! I was so nervous to run this course because of the hills! After six months of physical therapy, I now had to trust the process and believe that the work I'd done had prepared me for this course. I wasn't yet convinced.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuO_bb_ImvIWIjUyOQQoscezRQR9g6KrKKglHYUleZE-5Ggwcgq0Gx1xWzOWjnfz1Le40rU-bCki-NNti6raPlOyjdfQY109KbShZo8-rF-vjB0pBf2iEQm7tpPiKYw9Dwi4CSGEdg0Do/s640/blogger-image-727841582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuO_bb_ImvIWIjUyOQQoscezRQR9g6KrKKglHYUleZE-5Ggwcgq0Gx1xWzOWjnfz1Le40rU-bCki-NNti6raPlOyjdfQY109KbShZo8-rF-vjB0pBf2iEQm7tpPiKYw9Dwi4CSGEdg0Do/s640/blogger-image-727841582.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I ran at a conservative and consistent pace both up and down each hill with the goal to keep the same pace for the whole race and not push myself to injury (again). Honestly, I just needed to get through this race to be able to gain my confidence back in running. My body was ready, but my mind wasn't quite there yet. This course was my test and I needed to ace it....</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6KnI9sHaxmsgJxo0NzQMfJ-Qp_SrDf_cDaXgbWic14qq6yrJ-CQUTBnRG_Re5WcKdLysE4mDrJn8m0RbR0WvjYLxF-7IVl09I66HTqtD20qgOXLuKLn8WyVF8fTj8uCJ_GDxxuE10Ds/s640/blogger-image--542625578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6KnI9sHaxmsgJxo0NzQMfJ-Qp_SrDf_cDaXgbWic14qq6yrJ-CQUTBnRG_Re5WcKdLysE4mDrJn8m0RbR0WvjYLxF-7IVl09I66HTqtD20qgOXLuKLn8WyVF8fTj8uCJ_GDxxuE10Ds/s640/blogger-image--542625578.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Traci and I paced each other which helped the miles fly by. Focused on one hill at a time, one mile at a time, our watches buzzed with every mile bringing us closer to the finish line.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Then, mile 11.5 hit and Traci's calves decided they didn't want to play nice anymore and began to cramp. We slowed our pace and focused on just getting to the finish line. After two hours, thirty two minutes, and eleven seconds, Traci and I officially crossed the finish line!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IhyphenhyphenA4HEwJXn6N5GWrm7BnYQRFoFsUtiRaYxlTdxZ7ozpdopWzQrppFrrKtRR20HOdp9d9hlK6EbxR7SFmwKj_Y5BeOTLoKIxPH8sx7kK6c_VNeYQEdaR2oaF3EEvcqnhuFAgU_7YMVQ/s640/blogger-image--1395154231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IhyphenhyphenA4HEwJXn6N5GWrm7BnYQRFoFsUtiRaYxlTdxZ7ozpdopWzQrppFrrKtRR20HOdp9d9hlK6EbxR7SFmwKj_Y5BeOTLoKIxPH8sx7kK6c_VNeYQEdaR2oaF3EEvcqnhuFAgU_7YMVQ/s640/blogger-image--1395154231.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyESsAYpq8n7H8cFHQgimdWjDfEvRieRtsHz_2B6WoP3Y21rExA8BR9eRtcSA5S4NwA6eMfYEnwXZGjoaOWu3zXm0dKLP0Nr2zN_l9rhhLOP1ZL5eD5TnUPrMo0DBrwMuz4KpNyhjwITI/s640/blogger-image-2074410421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyESsAYpq8n7H8cFHQgimdWjDfEvRieRtsHz_2B6WoP3Y21rExA8BR9eRtcSA5S4NwA6eMfYEnwXZGjoaOWu3zXm0dKLP0Nr2zN_l9rhhLOP1ZL5eD5TnUPrMo0DBrwMuz4KpNyhjwITI/s640/blogger-image-2074410421.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Having recovered from her surgery, Maryanne powered through the course and finished strong with an amazing time of 3:07:51! Congrats on a great race, Sissy! All of your "practice" for this race paid off!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2AtyYUQs2fA7_XxEc7DEYqL0vXkQ4TTIazgANoIHYrPjglWjCoWdA9UKS4SLNwRY0V3Gu5jO545jpQ5T97-3zfC-gu9RlRMf5SLnYqa33MFZaC4-uC6NouPOzR8RNokrE38VOxnMn2w/s640/blogger-image--864974206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2AtyYUQs2fA7_XxEc7DEYqL0vXkQ4TTIazgANoIHYrPjglWjCoWdA9UKS4SLNwRY0V3Gu5jO545jpQ5T97-3zfC-gu9RlRMf5SLnYqa33MFZaC4-uC6NouPOzR8RNokrE38VOxnMn2w/s640/blogger-image--864974206.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekEQCZgWIA1a_uz-OyfXenkNSDYbFi1jNt65rqLpCQvqXh4iWWu6pd5zmvA0t5eMNzYy9wSVmFtQuAvs7CTm_HCYxUHcpZuevDVvHbV8iMOdSkovZYOvNCjze_byG9kna0Juta6T4Tlo/s640/blogger-image--983348019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekEQCZgWIA1a_uz-OyfXenkNSDYbFi1jNt65rqLpCQvqXh4iWWu6pd5zmvA0t5eMNzYy9wSVmFtQuAvs7CTm_HCYxUHcpZuevDVvHbV8iMOdSkovZYOvNCjze_byG9kna0Juta6T4Tlo/s640/blogger-image--983348019.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Despite not bringing enough fuel on the course (I hadn't taken the race time delay into consideration until my stomach started growling at mile 4), I'm ecstatic to report I had a strong, PAIN FREE race! I feel fantastic and it's not just the runner's high talking. :-) </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8prX2BUJ4wS9gX6lgbFyQzo1plDa79Y-RIfCB6vYHAkENXfXfJXxl9B15Au84AkRz3qGfHEVO3qa1SVLCeOZIEJ2zmtcNnkl_cQ8L__2PqXaRKDoHvpIQ2JIunQhLWPjHSkndAYmDu90/s640/blogger-image--1611134175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8prX2BUJ4wS9gX6lgbFyQzo1plDa79Y-RIfCB6vYHAkENXfXfJXxl9B15Au84AkRz3qGfHEVO3qa1SVLCeOZIEJ2zmtcNnkl_cQ8L__2PqXaRKDoHvpIQ2JIunQhLWPjHSkndAYmDu90/s640/blogger-image--1611134175.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Now, these Sole Sisters get to look forward to two more races together this year: Missoula, MT and Brooklyn, NY! (Right, Maryanne? You're joining us in Missoula?!) Watch out, this trio may be running in a city near you soon! (We are sporting the number of how many half-marathons we've each run: Traci 5, me 30, Maryanne 4!)</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-esfhKb_BaQAo7Q_iewZxU1IfC5iKy3Gw2Ng18QeCxss2gjWumsy10DV1hOqi5GmU5IHjhnb1ddVZK7mvsRBwQLS7VybghCounanGWuJaJCeF2THvbwpQ-OlqoH-SkSA3SRqUuRmXac/s640/blogger-image--1520951319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-esfhKb_BaQAo7Q_iewZxU1IfC5iKy3Gw2Ng18QeCxss2gjWumsy10DV1hOqi5GmU5IHjhnb1ddVZK7mvsRBwQLS7VybghCounanGWuJaJCeF2THvbwpQ-OlqoH-SkSA3SRqUuRmXac/s640/blogger-image--1520951319.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Finally, here are some random fun photos from our trip...</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_h1ggD33OsRy_U8ua8s7kbPXwjhieBTsafnDKfsAZqF7AKfkeHEd0TPaWgvO1l8qF0xjvvrrdEPTwvlNDZjK9wuHGqxwRjcs_cgtDLKkx_jWDVIAvshva_ljaBBZ8spsHTdy2BBi7jE/s640/blogger-image-667741027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_h1ggD33OsRy_U8ua8s7kbPXwjhieBTsafnDKfsAZqF7AKfkeHEd0TPaWgvO1l8qF0xjvvrrdEPTwvlNDZjK9wuHGqxwRjcs_cgtDLKkx_jWDVIAvshva_ljaBBZ8spsHTdy2BBi7jE/s640/blogger-image-667741027.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxtYlPnN0KgtSpg1Gw3GKZJ9Bf70QPOqzMeZxTkHdtzwDGroegjcqCEgL2qzSjOGPnnohq5wWPuiekRLAvbU3Vb7B5nvk8jVPIG35N7oFelvOmst54fUteQV-mV59vF2gwX-jpMXX6qg/s640/blogger-image--1390308396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTPisa-ZAYvKde_8G3KB_CSRHXGMRALu5uBIfWmPNvNaUrXN8dvNKOv5GjeMz99lLLUnNPf_LlBlq9Nax192HSnqnwM0KEL0cZI6iVTDjed8fqMqQpZYzzyne2daACnk_WiAdhJMpWhU/s640/blogger-image-68294062.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-12222382412017169172016-03-20T16:17:00.001-07:002016-03-20T21:52:51.428-07:00Back to the Basics<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">It all started with an overachieving friend and a big idea. </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">"Let's run the Spokane Half-Marathon!" Traci said so convincingly that I thought "sure, why not!" Usually it was me on the front end of big ideas, but not this time. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Not surprisingly, when the race crept up in October and I had undertrained, I ended up with my first "official" running injury. Granted, my body had given me plenty warning signs prior to the race which I'd stupidly ignored. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Smiling through the pain and appropriately wearing my "Give it your all" tank top, here are a few photos highlighting the race:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFVqBBDTFSZafM1gf6QSzf52QXNY1g01ED2oIWq6orQ1uTKWzyWhVcp4rhoN5hME_GMJW7hDTTncDjpUmcrJo6sswOVDDyMi2F4hwKiVtcc0IPKQi8U5YVUJQRXHyj-ZSnFCP2C4afCY/s640/blogger-image--266738972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFVqBBDTFSZafM1gf6QSzf52QXNY1g01ED2oIWq6orQ1uTKWzyWhVcp4rhoN5hME_GMJW7hDTTncDjpUmcrJo6sswOVDDyMi2F4hwKiVtcc0IPKQi8U5YVUJQRXHyj-ZSnFCP2C4afCY/s640/blogger-image--266738972.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0j8e8LhL4q7St_IIvJqaBbT9RFYvHU5HPpPQbhDyVvsKat7fx9bCOFFqrn2IWQv7OLLZKPtVH-_jDBxFeUIdPzOU2WFQTRV_AbKF6Qf9CjP9nHBz2Ul-3jOkPWxoKgOYo6OoTmnIjzg/s640/blogger-image-1316402296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0j8e8LhL4q7St_IIvJqaBbT9RFYvHU5HPpPQbhDyVvsKat7fx9bCOFFqrn2IWQv7OLLZKPtVH-_jDBxFeUIdPzOU2WFQTRV_AbKF6Qf9CjP9nHBz2Ul-3jOkPWxoKgOYo6OoTmnIjzg/s640/blogger-image-1316402296.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tPttiLn2MNOOhD5tJENzM-eNaMM3x_uE54-492rddQi33prKayILWLGw7E-NI_3Y00u_IdhB_DY_76vwEU-tKaK0b3fDfpCuw5aBIsOufqKxU6PVbQ_AIIy065F1_e-_ppSRWAoV4pg/s640/blogger-image--1273186736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tPttiLn2MNOOhD5tJENzM-eNaMM3x_uE54-492rddQi33prKayILWLGw7E-NI_3Y00u_IdhB_DY_76vwEU-tKaK0b3fDfpCuw5aBIsOufqKxU6PVbQ_AIIy065F1_e-_ppSRWAoV4pg/s640/blogger-image--1273186736.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOSto_hK819Pw-8zAuxBRcCOk_xoP4bxulRT5IFpAcfHOaVOOQaL56siQNVRvWVY4FibnClRPeXY7mbaYpHJ1FvPIziCwGm_TGhDbl24xp_1Ky9zb_mxE-pmNTedblOKfNhqWVkVh_BUc/s640/blogger-image-955113372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOSto_hK819Pw-8zAuxBRcCOk_xoP4bxulRT5IFpAcfHOaVOOQaL56siQNVRvWVY4FibnClRPeXY7mbaYpHJ1FvPIziCwGm_TGhDbl24xp_1Ky9zb_mxE-pmNTedblOKfNhqWVkVh_BUc/s640/blogger-image-955113372.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4nsCaud5KWMXPPu1LZP0umao-nM22EPoAMr6znJXA5IqE8coiI_e3_FFTGMPUi5j33A8tIm4hfNtP3FTtBtvldcOIPoGHw5ttSca2lZN3lSqU0_v-M-UZpg4wL5vmctvqyJgXB_OtY4/s640/blogger-image-852768633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4nsCaud5KWMXPPu1LZP0umao-nM22EPoAMr6znJXA5IqE8coiI_e3_FFTGMPUi5j33A8tIm4hfNtP3FTtBtvldcOIPoGHw5ttSca2lZN3lSqU0_v-M-UZpg4wL5vmctvqyJgXB_OtY4/s640/blogger-image-852768633.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMddwFtRZ_YT7vcD4ZgcZGdYDsUMrUerjD3ZeJvc3__3WkhJ6cF0NcAbYju2jqo4RDAL8L7MM392z_EiulDX7X9GzqXLOpWO7FPZjKKQyhhMaeEGH-e6_Ms_OLFWgz-Sai2YeJhJCicZk/s640/blogger-image--2127062035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMddwFtRZ_YT7vcD4ZgcZGdYDsUMrUerjD3ZeJvc3__3WkhJ6cF0NcAbYju2jqo4RDAL8L7MM392z_EiulDX7X9GzqXLOpWO7FPZjKKQyhhMaeEGH-e6_Ms_OLFWgz-Sai2YeJhJCicZk/s640/blogger-image--2127062035.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Two weeks later, I found myself at U District PT beginning my journey of weekly therapy for IT Band issues. It hasn't been a fun five months; my progress has been slow and very painful. But, I promised myself I would be the "perfect patient" and do everything I was asked to do because I got myself in this situation and I would do whatever it took to get better and run again.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Some PT treatments have been not-so-pretty:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAO2h4QQTwk1Za9LUSNeRbCSTIWI8doo-tG7XGYj8VIEtgS4JCj-fSo_nGIyqqTml_47GeqbhijBWcgipMKlXJtHh2dVJ-I6WC8P2YNdj7-TsUbSLi9hipW3sm8juCRIosG6hQ4Fd-Hs/s640/blogger-image-1315585714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAO2h4QQTwk1Za9LUSNeRbCSTIWI8doo-tG7XGYj8VIEtgS4JCj-fSo_nGIyqqTml_47GeqbhijBWcgipMKlXJtHh2dVJ-I6WC8P2YNdj7-TsUbSLi9hipW3sm8juCRIosG6hQ4Fd-Hs/s640/blogger-image-1315585714.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKenY4BX3lhKxoLNhNnRNg0U7XelK1DyXXhnD2TxgDPz4mrohj2A1Z0_6utAF0Cuo-WEwGjrCrOvVwGNxXapj3YC2MsWahJBIwL_VzMTGeR5uGdgYeWJN71VWs19zIeaoEhR3auhMXaI/s640/blogger-image-1068195555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKenY4BX3lhKxoLNhNnRNg0U7XelK1DyXXhnD2TxgDPz4mrohj2A1Z0_6utAF0Cuo-WEwGjrCrOvVwGNxXapj3YC2MsWahJBIwL_VzMTGeR5uGdgYeWJN71VWs19zIeaoEhR3auhMXaI/s640/blogger-image-1068195555.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDmbeQD9GKJj1BZk4AzAsJfTClTzY07Q_HB_rHcGoxuperQt8107DC7dlgllubAbnstRchBZ-qLnDSqGBn-oIQ3jFF8GfLgjR8KsX4WV65Qf4gda4JMrIfwNwWikFYA83oaYVIWgeWXU/s640/blogger-image-656330529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDmbeQD9GKJj1BZk4AzAsJfTClTzY07Q_HB_rHcGoxuperQt8107DC7dlgllubAbnstRchBZ-qLnDSqGBn-oIQ3jFF8GfLgjR8KsX4WV65Qf4gda4JMrIfwNwWikFYA83oaYVIWgeWXU/s640/blogger-image-656330529.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I have learned that I can endure the pain and I will never look at a plunger the same again. Luckily, my therapist is amazing or I'd probably hate her.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">My upcoming half-marathon in Nashville, TN on April 30 is the carrot dangling in front of me moving me forward. In order to reward myself for my PT, I got a gallon jar and have been matching my distances run with money. My first deposit into the jar was $.50 for running half a mile and it has gradually increased each week from there. I will cash it out when I head to Nashville. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-5clgf3lVRRRpdafgzPqNPRGxmAbbXp0VjJTaaFSZuOeuPdJUh5fZamIhrA14RixL2hPENJ3WaRYQWOUtIkMCB-KLVObk9kyH6M7D7-uJaJwb9Ky4hMHXIS5nulK4f584z4ih6RhyphenhyphenP8/s640/blogger-image--1100657029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-5clgf3lVRRRpdafgzPqNPRGxmAbbXp0VjJTaaFSZuOeuPdJUh5fZamIhrA14RixL2hPENJ3WaRYQWOUtIkMCB-KLVObk9kyH6M7D7-uJaJwb9Ky4hMHXIS5nulK4f584z4ih6RhyphenhyphenP8/s640/blogger-image--1100657029.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm writing all of this because today marked a number of milestones:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">1. I ran my first race in 5 months: The Rapid Rabbit 5 Mile Run.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">2. I ran WITHOUT pain! </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">3. I BEAT last year's time, running a PR for this race!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">4. I found a 24-year-old girl who I used as my pacer and in the last quarter mile when she was struggling on the hill, I came up beside her and told her she was doing awesome and couldn't stop now. I told her to run with me, and we ran side-by-side up the hill. In the home-strech to the finish line, I told her to sprint and beat me because she'd been ahead of me the whole race and deserved to finish before me -- and she did! After the race, she thanked me for helping push her to the end. I thanked her and told her she probably helped me more than I helped her!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Now I get to look forward to building strength and mileage each week until Nashville. I have one more race in the books between now and then with a solid plan in place to work from.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm excited for what is yet to come!</div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-83325628895553986872015-04-12T22:14:00.001-07:002015-04-13T20:22:40.073-07:00Finish Strong<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've never bailed on a race before. I register/pay, I train (hopefully well), and I drag my ass out to the starting line and go; even when I don't want to. I was always taught that you must finish what you start.</span><div><font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7019607843137254)" face="UICTFontTextStyleBody"><span style="font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></font></div><div><font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7019607843137254)" face="UICTFontTextStyleBody"><span style="font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-M_nyBtNrEWsxlFdtdBhxh-sB5sSO_jfjwxmsHZHrkGnf1kYrF_xRjI7AGruXyebua8A06olm-yxFCa7oO7QVCWWGLuWg6_353ihrpKF7LEfU31mb1n6Oz2LzFtEGhsgRxYdpQBoaes/s640/blogger-image-1826745920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-M_nyBtNrEWsxlFdtdBhxh-sB5sSO_jfjwxmsHZHrkGnf1kYrF_xRjI7AGruXyebua8A06olm-yxFCa7oO7QVCWWGLuWg6_353ihrpKF7LEfU31mb1n6Oz2LzFtEGhsgRxYdpQBoaes/s640/blogger-image-1826745920.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></span></font><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Well, today for the first time, I bailed on my race. I was supposed to run the Negative Split Half Marathon, but I couldn't find my strong through my tears. I was disappointed in myself and knew I had people who were cheering me on (thank you). I had a friend, Traci, who was running in memory of her husband Aaron who she also lost to Leukemia similar to my friend Andrea. (Photo: Pre-race photo of Traci in her memorial shirt.)</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIZVYYGCZa8nixIVCoTM5ARHElnCd9Y97ryZKBlNch_GVjk_3izQGg_7eUmsbMUZAKGMvXL98J2-MxlVpH2wmfKyf49G3HWAzx3wDBPPw139z4gtP-Q1JUX5nWqjkmYIU2FkGFfMJsa0/s640/blogger-image-263537952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIZVYYGCZa8nixIVCoTM5ARHElnCd9Y97ryZKBlNch_GVjk_3izQGg_7eUmsbMUZAKGMvXL98J2-MxlVpH2wmfKyf49G3HWAzx3wDBPPw139z4gtP-Q1JUX5nWqjkmYIU2FkGFfMJsa0/s640/blogger-image-263537952.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I was well supported on the outside, but my heart wasn't in it. I felt like I was letting so many people down.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'd woken up early, gone through my race prep routine, gotten dressed, and when it came time to leave the house, I just couldn't do it. I was emotionally and physically exhausted from Andrea's memorial service yesterday and my heart still hurt. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I knew my 8-year-old son would also be disappointed as I'd promised him I'd bring him home another medal. Instead, with all my race clothes still on, I climbed back in bed and closed my eyes. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">When my son woke up and saw me he was so excited, thinking I'd already finished my race. I told him I was very sorry, but I didn't feel well enough to run 13.1 miles today. To my surprise, instead of being sad, he hugged me and said, "I love having you more than a medal." I burst into tears at the power of those words. <div><br></div><div>In the meantime, my friend Traci found her superpower STRONG, and ran an honorable 2:14 race! Afterwords she texted me, "Sister, I had a 36-year-old guardian angel use me as her pacer. It was her first half marathon...but she was a God Send...At mile 12 we introduced ourselves, LOL...[her name was] Michelle."</div><div><br></div><div>Later in the day, I was glancing at Facebook and saw that my Facebook friend, Shannon, had posted pictures of her friend crossing the finish line of the same race today. Her friends name? Yep, you guessed it: Michelle! And there was Traci with her in the photo as they crossed the finish line! Small world! (You should have seen my face when I saw the picture and texted Traci to tell her!)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmpwJlpIMtLj0f55SWkRJvwXrHIjE6vg4QoKI4TaFUCyN1-utW34lY7l7nkgmkSf-q14xBptjBq27ZEJWP06rLpeABRpsNIwrJIPneNeVKF7F_VzCGCf2SSoW9E-EjxRRyBsRo0CuaEg/s640/blogger-image-1481700623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmpwJlpIMtLj0f55SWkRJvwXrHIjE6vg4QoKI4TaFUCyN1-utW34lY7l7nkgmkSf-q14xBptjBq27ZEJWP06rLpeABRpsNIwrJIPneNeVKF7F_VzCGCf2SSoW9E-EjxRRyBsRo0CuaEg/s640/blogger-image-1481700623.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Traci and Michelle have now connected on Facebook, thanks to their angels! Here's Traci with her finisher medal!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyJtKMlpwftKojqOcDjX3isFnzFsYAsljMiy0-HOawfCNVMOmPqBXoK-VD_KCWODj9DQFmI_6FEl_q3m4asq-_BtBMVWKTsZD9l5llYkeUryiZa3ZnqUhQt6WzO7i4cF-X0PqzT3qGJ4/s640/blogger-image--1644205727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyJtKMlpwftKojqOcDjX3isFnzFsYAsljMiy0-HOawfCNVMOmPqBXoK-VD_KCWODj9DQFmI_6FEl_q3m4asq-_BtBMVWKTsZD9l5llYkeUryiZa3ZnqUhQt6WzO7i4cF-X0PqzT3qGJ4/s640/blogger-image--1644205727.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Someday, I will be as strong as Traci and run a race in Andrea's honor. Unfortunately, that race wasn't today. Thanks for all the prayers, miles, cheers, and virtual hugs. They mean a lot to me! Soon, I'll find my strong again....</div></div></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-61376111934578619582015-04-08T08:05:00.001-07:002015-04-08T09:35:38.306-07:00Keep On, Keeping On<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I believe God has a plan for every one of us. However, that doesn't help lesson the pain when you are grieving a loss. God took home another beautiful angel this week on Holy Saturday relieving her of her fight with Multiple Myeloma/Leukemia. His new angel is a spunky, witty, talented, athletic, woman named Andrea, and with her new wings I imagine her flying around like she is Wonder Woman.</span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHmfVRbaXEYMZA8KHhRNbcsv5IheHOeYRTic3uPxAVAw9FnBr6fMjPcoOuKOSOHRF9j5XQtVcXiV0FLkNMGMHaMBrPPnQXeQU5rmIWz1YanC1tzAQ1xATLm5bWfD0YUkJ4XrE6VaD-Z4/s640/blogger-image--944681574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHmfVRbaXEYMZA8KHhRNbcsv5IheHOeYRTic3uPxAVAw9FnBr6fMjPcoOuKOSOHRF9j5XQtVcXiV0FLkNMGMHaMBrPPnQXeQU5rmIWz1YanC1tzAQ1xATLm5bWfD0YUkJ4XrE6VaD-Z4/s640/blogger-image--944681574.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">My purpose in writing this blog is not to wallow in sorrow, but to honor the grieving process and love on those who were closest to Andrea. As everyone processes differently, I will never question how someone reacts to grief. I just pray that my friends have more happy days than sad days and more energy filled days than angry "why" days. I pray they move through the whole grief process and don't get stuck along the journey. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Andrea has crossed the ultimate finish line, and before doing so positively impacted so many lives including mine. I was lucky enough to meet her when my cousin, Cathy, signed us up to run a marathon relay together a few years ago. Our team was bundled up in a car for hours on a cold day as we each waited for our turn to run. Andrea kept us laughing and cheering with her wicked-funny humor and positive encouragement of others.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8AaQPvAVajXLD0_A_5U5_Ksr4uFSQzoZzYQLv2f7kVajuIUjusiqHLLUpclW1YPSy73XQtJ9dccFq1FcYqGBfNiNV62WdH8xpeptQxrbyGMf9OhNx_af0-8dQhzzCBBsFoPGnnASFvw/s640/blogger-image--263722702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8AaQPvAVajXLD0_A_5U5_Ksr4uFSQzoZzYQLv2f7kVajuIUjusiqHLLUpclW1YPSy73XQtJ9dccFq1FcYqGBfNiNV62WdH8xpeptQxrbyGMf9OhNx_af0-8dQhzzCBBsFoPGnnASFvw/s640/blogger-image--263722702.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWudrJ59F4NGFL-HoKrXUh5KJeIDfrViT8KGyBtW8GpiDE7bVW_wPMjT62vK5FnxIbwDYrZQpLQyKfos0WEE8wkJdX9GlRfwVtczgEPRqKrf0VtYccWbQrIQsWX-bzwvah48mk28MC3Jc/s640/blogger-image--2121739653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWudrJ59F4NGFL-HoKrXUh5KJeIDfrViT8KGyBtW8GpiDE7bVW_wPMjT62vK5FnxIbwDYrZQpLQyKfos0WEE8wkJdX9GlRfwVtczgEPRqKrf0VtYccWbQrIQsWX-bzwvah48mk28MC3Jc/s640/blogger-image--2121739653.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I was lucky enough to run more races with Andrea, including suffering through almost 3 hours of negative degree weather at the Snake River Half Marathon, and having her swat me on the butt with a "come on, girl, let's do this" in the last two miles of the Coeur d'Alene Half Marathon (which she went on to beat me)! </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">As her supporters, we dedicated races and triathlons to Andrea. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoyyxbgQfF4NvAvTxKphAhzahyAKk5tdbNETxsHAjTKNa0LTiSG7PdsxJ1vTUhhKWLrLUtAkpdvLekvngI69XX6RXLZDulUBqBQFpyrzBEP7DDb9m2SP8vKu_-gKGhnb3bJN85IfJWlw/s640/blogger-image-1100007894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoyyxbgQfF4NvAvTxKphAhzahyAKk5tdbNETxsHAjTKNa0LTiSG7PdsxJ1vTUhhKWLrLUtAkpdvLekvngI69XX6RXLZDulUBqBQFpyrzBEP7DDb9m2SP8vKu_-gKGhnb3bJN85IfJWlw/s640/blogger-image-1100007894.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iJyzDEPytnHRCWjuGCH4xXW6uOu-U5yghisH9an5fN4vqKXWPYUNqmJsYU6x7_kQBV-p-s4Wr6-KgWH6yPCVIw7AE5BA6lJ_AV5YJH1TAH0hVpCPGUEvECi4LyK_G5Lv_bPVU1ikskI/s640/blogger-image--727836121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iJyzDEPytnHRCWjuGCH4xXW6uOu-U5yghisH9an5fN4vqKXWPYUNqmJsYU6x7_kQBV-p-s4Wr6-KgWH6yPCVIw7AE5BA6lJ_AV5YJH1TAH0hVpCPGUEvECi4LyK_G5Lv_bPVU1ikskI/s640/blogger-image--727836121.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Her friend ran over 140 miles as a one-man relay for charity to raise money for her medical treatments! More friends designed and sold shirts and held a charity race. (Props to Ben at Tran Creative for his shirt design and photos of Andrea.)</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZXMQzccv1cQ3DYljW7RuRHnvvUDQeFn6Pgr2vLLhcIMfk-aA9YGTChKfSjITMA2QVzIFeWMLsAYHfW3N3h9gkad_IQtOaBicQlfx2cxBSkiKktIwu4VvREPNNimyOLQW_rrlHPnPyc4/s640/blogger-image-921034458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZXMQzccv1cQ3DYljW7RuRHnvvUDQeFn6Pgr2vLLhcIMfk-aA9YGTChKfSjITMA2QVzIFeWMLsAYHfW3N3h9gkad_IQtOaBicQlfx2cxBSkiKktIwu4VvREPNNimyOLQW_rrlHPnPyc4/s640/blogger-image-921034458.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Authors sent her a personally signed book to read in all her spare time at the hospital and during dialysis treatments. (Thanks to Jim and Anne Weatherill for donating their book, "The Blades Carry Me.")</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5jkSwo5f9ynd4ZUzQLzmyb8nbyfBowwZmMdQdZXMfIqG19CrLjGwyIbszpiU_-J-LpszQ_1t8-k4cW85-YyQcZhm7gLFveAPra-Qzfg0pUwtC2k_rkL6rwycmEK-SvYjXY0u9ii27ak/s640/blogger-image-1057843881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5jkSwo5f9ynd4ZUzQLzmyb8nbyfBowwZmMdQdZXMfIqG19CrLjGwyIbszpiU_-J-LpszQ_1t8-k4cW85-YyQcZhm7gLFveAPra-Qzfg0pUwtC2k_rkL6rwycmEK-SvYjXY0u9ii27ak/s640/blogger-image-1057843881.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">She had so many visitors at the hospital they had to stop visitation so she could get some rest! (Once they were kind enough to let my boys and me sneak in to deliver a cookie bouquet we'd made for her.) </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I was lucky enough to pick her up and give her a ride in the "Batmobile" the day I got it and go to the Clark House to enjoy amazing food and entertainment.</div><div><div class="separator" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_f2Uqan_R3P3zSP9NdFsU_m7kF1mvakg2Qk4wfOV7oxw2kpgbAlFhzr1q3-5vXIH2GQNDk74xTdsMk_ubGHI6wPlpN_6cG6FRHyNFRGXebtZXZk2jArSvdwE7u4cAUII1RbAUdiqk5Y/s640/blogger-image--920806605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_f2Uqan_R3P3zSP9NdFsU_m7kF1mvakg2Qk4wfOV7oxw2kpgbAlFhzr1q3-5vXIH2GQNDk74xTdsMk_ubGHI6wPlpN_6cG6FRHyNFRGXebtZXZk2jArSvdwE7u4cAUII1RbAUdiqk5Y/s640/blogger-image--920806605.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Finally, I was blessed to ring in the 2015 new year with Andrea, Cathy, and friends.</span></div><div class="separator" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7JMhqJY1S1ecBaYy_Kxen2koiq-_Tm_Ry1mSdfjPKeNW4lmDcboSAAqKSkariXiJ7RxLC2IGczaAzq3qPavBDaoYzQoKvtSsN6LMyvDS_kObhc612zUwvR20w7IoHW82TmNlQUl8OnM/s640/blogger-image--1018274674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7JMhqJY1S1ecBaYy_Kxen2koiq-_Tm_Ry1mSdfjPKeNW4lmDcboSAAqKSkariXiJ7RxLC2IGczaAzq3qPavBDaoYzQoKvtSsN6LMyvDS_kObhc612zUwvR20w7IoHW82TmNlQUl8OnM/s640/blogger-image--1018274674.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); clear: both;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Andrea gave it her all and lived up to her motto: "Keep on, keeping on." That is how I want to live my life--to the fullest. I don't want to leave anything undone. No regrets. Every day is a gift and must be treated that way. Her friend, Ben, also made this amazing tribute to her:</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH9pl2fOwAevBajvToCz3smG8c_7s0JhhbokkUqkNzOqkSfsgpETUfFPxg8mf0rUpWYYdcy8qPb-LidAwLStoqENTs02Qp3-_EUhJajuhhPKu8P90HK5GvhBkcYTA5SuUqSMBMtIZFeQ/s640/blogger-image--1872925617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH9pl2fOwAevBajvToCz3smG8c_7s0JhhbokkUqkNzOqkSfsgpETUfFPxg8mf0rUpWYYdcy8qPb-LidAwLStoqENTs02Qp3-_EUhJajuhhPKu8P90HK5GvhBkcYTA5SuUqSMBMtIZFeQ/s640/blogger-image--1872925617.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Now, we must move through this and move forward. My heart and legs feel heavy, but I can only imagine the hurt her closest friends and family are feeling. I can't wait to see and hug my cousin, Cathy, again. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9X-bafsQCeVSV7ZF_I2MZcecwKzdTB4gEt8ZKYMfiZxU5_K9xIdEDNTI2XwaAzsQ7-_MO3k9qiflo9HC6llzy8K32X-xAH31xEpIx2ipPF0ui-CYgjp_0hfKJxkTmKFPSb-vdEQe0t1w/s640/blogger-image-925104654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9X-bafsQCeVSV7ZF_I2MZcecwKzdTB4gEt8ZKYMfiZxU5_K9xIdEDNTI2XwaAzsQ7-_MO3k9qiflo9HC6llzy8K32X-xAH31xEpIx2ipPF0ui-CYgjp_0hfKJxkTmKFPSb-vdEQe0t1w/s640/blogger-image-925104654.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We will all gather for a hike/run on Saturday in Andrea's honor and she will probably have it rain so she can have the last laugh. 😉</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Meanwhile, we will all find our own way to honor her life and "keep on, keeping on." </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-72899885759832009632015-03-21T13:52:00.001-07:002016-03-20T15:07:08.707-07:00Start, Finish, and Have Fun<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">March 21, 2015</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">For a second weekend in a row, I show up to run a five mile race alone-- well, with hundreds of strangers-- on a cold, blustery, and rainy day. Today, however, the Weather Gods appear to be kinder as the wind gusts move the rain clouds through the sky quickly, teasing us with brief clearings and intermittent glimpses of blue skies. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Also, for a second weekend in a row, I pick up my bib number and head back to sit alone in my warm car, hoping my seat-heater turned on high will qualify as an adequate pre-race "warm up."</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Different this week is that I'm here today just to log five miles, with no pressure of a specific finish time.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Start, finish, and have fun. Those are the requirements of today.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I got a great race number: 111. Oh, the pressure of wearing a cool number! It makes me feel like I need to run a faster race, perform at a higher level. Yes, I have weird thoughts like that....</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QWx5Sp0HzR2VfqG4XZM6ejhI971uvqmN8s3YzI981NNXS8yf1RgHfdYxjeVnX4LC71y7w0jmRz9azzkEqH60lwc-vXJeHtK7WbMv6_2h7qmD-XveWF1mlbE9FyPJTYpuQDepLqjJLxQ/s640/blogger-image-684393586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QWx5Sp0HzR2VfqG4XZM6ejhI971uvqmN8s3YzI981NNXS8yf1RgHfdYxjeVnX4LC71y7w0jmRz9azzkEqH60lwc-vXJeHtK7WbMv6_2h7qmD-XveWF1mlbE9FyPJTYpuQDepLqjJLxQ/s640/blogger-image-684393586.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div>Surprisingly, I feel better today than I have in a month. This morning, I finished my last dose from 20 days of antibiotics; not my kind of good time. Yesterday, my boys and I devoured a whole box of Girl Scout Cookies on the way home from school; not the best idea for carb-loading!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuUSVXIHxCe1I08p8aB9_cTNGnj6umgO0WBs4rK35r78qxLNULCRDN7DDU39Z2TIkF27lpjJwINICUVxODUnwAOZ-HdkHHRRYKYkogxJttNtftwJL8xZayK3EqobEbKsIGGdi3jJ5e44/s640/blogger-image-1305939138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuUSVXIHxCe1I08p8aB9_cTNGnj6umgO0WBs4rK35r78qxLNULCRDN7DDU39Z2TIkF27lpjJwINICUVxODUnwAOZ-HdkHHRRYKYkogxJttNtftwJL8xZayK3EqobEbKsIGGdi3jJ5e44/s640/blogger-image-1305939138.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Regardless, I was ready to run!</div><div><br></div><div>I gauged my pace based on my breathing and body inventory, and tried not to look at my Garmin. Five miles flew by and I focused on each runner in front of me, attempting to pass as many as possible. One by one, I passed a dozen people before finishing with an unofficial time of 48:18. </div><div><br></div><div>Before leaving, I gave my ticket for the prize drawing to a girl (who I guess was about 10-years old) hoping that my ticket would be lucky for her and she would win a prize. </div><div><br></div><div>I walked to my car, stretched, and drank my post-race recovery shake. I drove home happy and felt like a superstar as my phone phone screen and email began filling up with notifications of kudos from members of my AMR Nuun Year: No Limits training team. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWYEFUZjOUzsXNb09TkRhyphenhyphencbWBggEdtHXW1nYWiXMl0N48rGlCOgs3ngj5xQ7XEKfyDL2jnEJZ0JCyQjtja_QuDEC6YaaUIdhic-97DxaGfAt2m3MGLQIZ-Btl_Xvqq0ezlOPAofQldM/s640/blogger-image--770279014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWYEFUZjOUzsXNb09TkRhyphenhyphencbWBggEdtHXW1nYWiXMl0N48rGlCOgs3ngj5xQ7XEKfyDL2jnEJZ0JCyQjtja_QuDEC6YaaUIdhic-97DxaGfAt2m3MGLQIZ-Btl_Xvqq0ezlOPAofQldM/s640/blogger-image--770279014.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Thanks to all of my friends! You have no idea how much your support means to me! Hugs and kisses to you all!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHS9a-N0_JTvR6ealwl1EG_6ol94dzqFg5O6J1NOFB8sl_mkBsT8eyIQY2VrG6RZjVDubNGrRiKpoPIV3_Ma0VdXZOSTbkXoxRbD9Sj9GQNfVssRxNtfbTLCqpIGVRcb3mOLCHgMpoXHw/s640/blogger-image--1862663061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHS9a-N0_JTvR6ealwl1EG_6ol94dzqFg5O6J1NOFB8sl_mkBsT8eyIQY2VrG6RZjVDubNGrRiKpoPIV3_Ma0VdXZOSTbkXoxRbD9Sj9GQNfVssRxNtfbTLCqpIGVRcb3mOLCHgMpoXHw/s640/blogger-image--1862663061.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-56482474175780221102015-03-15T22:15:00.001-07:002015-03-17T19:48:21.853-07:00Going for Gold<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The starting line was vacant as I sat in my dry, warm, comfortable car listening to the rain pounding down, daunting me to give up now and go home. </span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2XKYiN777d5R0SY7QvO0vsI10a05fEwQNYKTCDtaBd0eJf03cHMzxRrcY1nWNJdVnoYza7hkXxLFkwXIpveaBAFqULBW9QJ5xbqjgi_07JmlQWnAXivrgfBJJZ-3ECz3oIaFi7lFJ-A/s640/blogger-image--440193443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2XKYiN777d5R0SY7QvO0vsI10a05fEwQNYKTCDtaBd0eJf03cHMzxRrcY1nWNJdVnoYza7hkXxLFkwXIpveaBAFqULBW9QJ5xbqjgi_07JmlQWnAXivrgfBJJZ-3ECz3oIaFi7lFJ-A/s640/blogger-image--440193443.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Ten minutes before race start, it was like magic...</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Just like the end of an awesome game of hide-and-seek, runners of all shapes, sizes, and physical abilities appeared out of nowhere; strategically they had been hidden in coves, corners, and cars sheltering themselves from the downpour of rain until the very last moment. </span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I sat and watched the people, the rain, and the clock in my car tick the minutes by. Two minutes before the gun, I took a hit off my Abuterol inhaler and left my serenity. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KDRA5NVKPQG0aDEngfdOcjBPvxohKp7YfcUDHF-JJWpPP13G3Gpaekp7N2LZa7nPNUsW3UA9mY_JZw1ilJcteSfH9UX4x31_L444KKOhUUVbtbGMXmahE7mZkAuFE7BMdyaG2KlyRME/s640/blogger-image--1486895346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KDRA5NVKPQG0aDEngfdOcjBPvxohKp7YfcUDHF-JJWpPP13G3Gpaekp7N2LZa7nPNUsW3UA9mY_JZw1ilJcteSfH9UX4x31_L444KKOhUUVbtbGMXmahE7mZkAuFE7BMdyaG2KlyRME/s640/blogger-image--1486895346.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I was running naked; stripped of my ideal sunny, dry running weather. I was wearing none of my normal accessories of my wedding ring, earrings, and makeup, substituting them for a rain jacket and a plastic zip-lock bag as my phone's carrying case. I was out of my element, but I would not melt in the rain. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiWHqyzNZUBesVF0vUfMYtyw7SOfpdbFOMZzPjmRv-pOrBBncnsmqHXWXNWdVSXjcBGcfYPTD7SUVw8BZ-KOoifbM6dcbc2q5tEpvkGl14GLiGZNJJKfNjdxxPFNktVb8FFHx_fzn_GM/s640/blogger-image--423669323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiWHqyzNZUBesVF0vUfMYtyw7SOfpdbFOMZzPjmRv-pOrBBncnsmqHXWXNWdVSXjcBGcfYPTD7SUVw8BZ-KOoifbM6dcbc2q5tEpvkGl14GLiGZNJJKfNjdxxPFNktVb8FFHx_fzn_GM/s640/blogger-image--423669323.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">"Don't think; just go" was my mantra for the day. As I ran, I found myself sucking for air. I was pushing myself hard while thinking the faster I ran the sooner I would be done and out of the rain. I also wanted to run a qualifying time for a Yellow seeding start in Bloomsday. It would require everything I had and even then I would be cutting it close.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I focused on my form and breath as I increased my pace. I turned up the tunes on my new playlist and focused on keeping my footfalls with the music's tempo as I ran up the inclines. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Like most races, I found myself running next to a loud runner: a runner with loud, heavy steps, or extra loud breathing, or music I can hear, or non-stop loud-talking with a friend.... </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Then, it hit me. I wasn't running next to anyone. The extra loud breather was me! Oh God, I really am sucking wind! And as the miles past, it didn't get any better.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Pushing into the finish I was watching my time. I was going to miss my cut off! As I rounded the last bend, I sprinted to the finish (which really was a regular running speed for everyone around me). I crossed the finish line and stopped my watch. I couldn't believe it. It was too close to call! I'd have to wait for the official results to see if I ran in under 47 minutes to qualify.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">So, I waited and waited for what felt like an eternity for when the official results were to be posted. I stretched, texted people, and talked to others I knew. Then, the moment came. The moment of truth. A row of paper was hung on the wall and I quickly joined the flock of people searching for their results. I found my name on the sheet and read my time: 46:48! I made it with 12 seconds to spare! Talk about cutting it close!</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL3iMQ23hoX02KyAlIwGH5PH-qImMLzYItRez0umuEEFO0Jf9vBEYV8nUBBDMzhsFfsVufKhnjoY8HljSFp2aCJx2k6YU1tsBDx_VryPxhmYRksmEnmvB7yxHs9hHnJuvFYstbT4Cunw/s640/blogger-image-1585388606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL3iMQ23hoX02KyAlIwGH5PH-qImMLzYItRez0umuEEFO0Jf9vBEYV8nUBBDMzhsFfsVufKhnjoY8HljSFp2aCJx2k6YU1tsBDx_VryPxhmYRksmEnmvB7yxHs9hHnJuvFYstbT4Cunw/s640/blogger-image-1585388606.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Looking back now, it was dumb for me to run. I was sick with an upper respiratory tract infection and my asthma was rightfully angry. I would advise others to do as I say, not as I do. Maybe someday I'll start taking my own advice....</div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-53264723420130114152015-02-22T08:17:00.001-08:002015-02-22T14:34:05.564-08:00My Running Journey<p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Recently, I had an opportunity to write about my running journey. Many of the questions were similar to what some of you have asked me in the past, so I decided to share them here.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15"><br></span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Age at which you started running:</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"></span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">Officially, at age 34. </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">I first attempted to run in high school, but suffered with undiagnosed, untreated asthma. Not surprisingly, it hurt to run so I stopped. </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">As an adult, w</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">ith an official asthma diagnosis and proper meds, plus the help of a nutritionist, I ran my first race ever…the 2008 Portland Marathon! Go big or go home</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">!</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reason you started running in four sentences or less:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">I started running because I was told by a doctor that because of my asthma I couldn’t</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> run</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">,</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> and like advice that I heed</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">from my mother, I challenged it; I wouldn’t </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">settle for less than what I believed </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">in my heart that </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">I could do.</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> I ran because I wanted to step out of my comfort zone (and my head) and open myself to new experiences enabling myself to conquer illogical </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">thoughts and </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">fears that I was harboring. I started running because I knew people who</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> were struggling through </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">bigger obstacles </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">than </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">me</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">, and I wanted to be </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">an inspiration</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> for them.</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Number and distance of races you ran in 2014:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">(5) Half-marathons</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> (O</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">ne of which was -6 degrees at race start and another I ran </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">too </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">soon </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">after having a </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">lumpectomy. I do not recommended either choice!</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">)</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(1) 12K</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">(1) 10K</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> (trail race)</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(1) 5 Miler</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(3) 5K</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">(1) Olympic Triathlon</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> (I was the run leg of our team)</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">(</span></span><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">2) 1 mile Kids races</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> (My boys ran with me as my support crew.)</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A bit about your running journey in 400 words or less:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My running journey began in 2008 when I persevered through 7 hours of rain and 26.2 miles of the Portland Marathon, all while being passed on the final stretch to the finish line by a hunched-over, blue-haired, lady speed-walking with a cane. </span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In 2009, I scaled down to “run” my first half-marathon (second race ever) and finished in just under 3 hours. I trained at night when my son was asleep by jogging around our horse pasture logging “manure miles” towards my training goal. </span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">In 2010, I rallied 32 friends creating a team of “Sole Sisters” who traveled 7 hours to run a half marathon with me. In 2011 with a few more races under my belt, juggling a full-time job, and after giving birth to my second son, I needed a stronger purpose to run so I signed up for the American Cancer Society’s </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">DetermiNation</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> Race Team for the Rock n’ Roll Phoenix Half Marathon. January 15, 2012 marks the first time I EVER ran an entire race without stopping or walking! From there it was game on; I’d caught the running bug!</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">In the spirit of continuing to make a difference and run with a purpose bigger than myself, I volunteered for the WISER Sister Study through the University of Pennsylvania. This 7-month exercise study required me to run five hours a week. What’s the best way to rack up those hours? Run races! And I did. In 2012, I completed eight half marathons in six different states; one I wore a full-body sock monkey costume and an</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">other I wore a sparkle skirt with</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> “Bad Ass” socks while cheering on my sister and two friends who completed their first race! I also ran four other shorte</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">r-distance races; one of which I won 2</span></span><span class="s11" style="vertical-align: super;"><span class="bumpedFont15">nd</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> in my age division while pushing my son in the stroller! I tend to take multi-tasking seriously.</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">The 2012 Missoula Marathon brought me my sub-2:30 PR dream come true and I returned last y</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">ear to rock a 2:21 PR finish!</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">In 2013, I ran my 2nd full marathon in 5:52:52 and crossed the finish line with </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">my 6-year-old holding my hand!</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">Now, I’m headed to meet my sister in New Orleans this weekend to run my </span></span><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">20th</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> half marathon (her 3</span></span><span class="s11" style="vertical-align: super;"><span class="bumpedFont15">rd</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">--</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> we have run all three together). Wish us luck!</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Where do you Find Your Strong when it comes to running?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">My STRONG</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> comes from my fiery Italian roots and my parents instilling in me that I can accompl</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">ish anything I set my mind to. </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"></span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">My </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">STRONG </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">comes from the proud and excited look in my children’s eyes when </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">I </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">bring home my </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">race </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">medals and </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">tell them that I didn’t win the race, but won because I finished what I started.</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> My STRONG comes from dedicating every race I run to someone; sometimes that dedication is made public, sometimes it is not</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">, and one day I will dedicate a race to me</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">. My STRONG comes from</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> inspiration from others and my hope that I can then inspire to help others Find Their STRONG!</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"></span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Your</span></span><span class="s7" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> running goals, in brief, for 2015:</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">For </span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15">2015</span></span><span class="s6"><span class="bumpedFont15"> I will:</span></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">1. </span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Beat my 2:20 half-marathon PR</span></span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> (I’ve already signed up for four half-marathons in three different states)</span></span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">2. </span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Qualify for a second seed start in Bloomsday 12K</span></span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> and beat my 1:17 PR.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">3. </span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Run over 500 miles.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">4. </span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">6. </span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Inspire ten people to run a race with me this year, hopefully help some, if not all of them</span></span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15">,</span></span><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> conquer their first race!</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><i><b><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">7. </span><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="bumpedFont15">S</span></span><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="bumpedFont15">tep</span></span><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> out of my comfort zone whenever </span></span><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="bumpedFont15">a new challenge faces me and conquer it!</span></span></b></i></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Answering these questions helped me to find my inner "why" again. It helped me to refocus on what my bigger goals are. What are your goals for this year? What is your "why?"</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZa99NoE7rC-ldBr6xsdy2scQkieOuKTS9-VHibq_QE8Wug64Xyr-rinur3xUpSJCu74HqAL5fwARCacdHANmaM0jtpmbvpUmt-AOnYnf_rptkOItceyrKimJ2rZICgK1oU7KVTnZntw/s640/blogger-image-2123706271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZa99NoE7rC-ldBr6xsdy2scQkieOuKTS9-VHibq_QE8Wug64Xyr-rinur3xUpSJCu74HqAL5fwARCacdHANmaM0jtpmbvpUmt-AOnYnf_rptkOItceyrKimJ2rZICgK1oU7KVTnZntw/s640/blogger-image-2123706271.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-19180477990423420102015-01-26T16:18:00.001-08:002015-01-27T21:41:21.456-08:00New Orleans Rock n' Roll Half Marathon<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">As soon as we arrived in New Orleans we were off and running; seeing as much of the town as we could during our stay. We started our fun and games at the race expo where we captured a couple photos.</span><br><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNjtLmQI0VxEUIVoPvZOFcoGX-8OZxe4-IdthcZP4Ac4fmiybIr4h9L-h3gLhac-mWs-DCrtJXSv3NycDrNtCKuXNN8L3QqjrTgMSwDm96FcTWNFro2sCqQMBQMLr8I-mr2W7jfq63ns/s640/blogger-image-1177028230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNjtLmQI0VxEUIVoPvZOFcoGX-8OZxe4-IdthcZP4Ac4fmiybIr4h9L-h3gLhac-mWs-DCrtJXSv3NycDrNtCKuXNN8L3QqjrTgMSwDm96FcTWNFro2sCqQMBQMLr8I-mr2W7jfq63ns/s640/blogger-image-1177028230.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); 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font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"> </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We left our room as late as possible to minimize our "freezing time" before the race started. (The fact that I chose to wear a sparkle skirt and a tank top didn't help the situation.)</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The mood in our starting corral was positive and the energy in the air was palpable. Coming off of miles and miles of walking around town as tourists the previous days and nights, didn't exactly leave us rested with fresh legs for our race. Nonetheless, there we were, cozy in the sea of runners waiting in corral 7, staring ahead at <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">the starting line--we were ready to go!</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgFvnR63jhuPf4gY2d8ACEIS6y91b7OzERddt1sQ7vMy-Hoal_BNqRqVMNxZXnLUVNI3lM_Qzwq7NQ9xBO424l1zVbIpNShVmylKRpEMn-aCkYrHWfsc3RnMMgFQQNCxdSyI_AJL2f4k/s640/blogger-image--1618809370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgFvnR63jhuPf4gY2d8ACEIS6y91b7OzERddt1sQ7vMy-Hoal_BNqRqVMNxZXnLUVNI3lM_Qzwq7NQ9xBO424l1zVbIpNShVmylKRpEMn-aCkYrHWfsc3RnMMgFQQNCxdSyI_AJL2f4k/s640/blogger-image--1618809370.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7mhWB_tDgq_wGYZBEapL0z1EgZZSTQ0Ngyrz1b9sVFSh0npS_w5uWlM8k0B0ip-JHm9ufTlpHBGIIaKBdnryFzQB_oINPa1K3dmc6ZhxeRsVAGtsWuGWcs5s3bLpuyIpAmh05rXn2ns/s640/blogger-image-972420507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7mhWB_tDgq_wGYZBEapL0z1EgZZSTQ0Ngyrz1b9sVFSh0npS_w5uWlM8k0B0ip-JHm9ufTlpHBGIIaKBdnryFzQB_oINPa1K3dmc6ZhxeRsVAGtsWuGWcs5s3bLpuyIpAmh05rXn2ns/s640/blogger-image-972420507.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">For the first time ever, my sister and I were running together side by side! We've lived a lot of years and have had a lot of experiences together, but this was a first for us!</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The race course showed us a sampling of the New Orleans neighborhoods, markets, and city, and in true tourist form, I snapped photos all along the way.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntSVBcWS443wsRwoUaDQwsufSQEmuaHDk6guuieqD0f9rHKPPJj3DCTmFMdE0ARRiAGy6te-eSgLdXI0lcjC61yrLMtKe3A4_eP_facvZ0JatpfboxCqxn8E_W9GSoSAP1FmbHAgqRO8/s640/blogger-image-1235859773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">What a great trip and even more amazing memories we have made! I can't wait to decide where we will go next year!</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-84285969556557416202014-10-12T15:45:00.001-07:002014-10-14T19:19:39.231-07:0013.FUN is 13.DONE<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What a whirlwind ride that was! How does 15 weeks of training go by so fast, especially when the hill workouts and sprints never seem to end when you're running them?</div></span></div><div><br></div><div>Get comfortable and grab a beverage as I recount my 13.FUN challenge, just as I count every passing mile of each race:</div><div><br></div><div>1. Nineteen of my training days I was traveling for vacation or work in three different states. This made me get creative in order to stay on track!</div><div><br></div><div>2. I signed up and started training on June 23rd, while on vacation in Padre Island, Texas. Clearly, the serotonin from the warm sun was influencing my mood! This made for some hot but beautiful gulf coast runs.</div><div><br></div><div>3. Some of my Texas runs looked appropriately like a wine glass, and some of my runs I stopped to play in the sand! I was only caught in one rain storm and the rain was warm! I loved it!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwS4hAFh8-tOD_YAuy_W3JqrJfX6aRgzQpCg_A6rj4T-VjHXWmS2CtY2lfZCmyYXSZpUIp_LWBkpxpWijSStVzpc2B6cxL3unV7_F8nfu99UO1cygoEAhs6-5s9RI2G5wiiFT74zNDNE/s640/blogger-image--539124957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwS4hAFh8-tOD_YAuy_W3JqrJfX6aRgzQpCg_A6rj4T-VjHXWmS2CtY2lfZCmyYXSZpUIp_LWBkpxpWijSStVzpc2B6cxL3unV7_F8nfu99UO1cygoEAhs6-5s9RI2G5wiiFT74zNDNE/s640/blogger-image--539124957.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>4. On my next vacation trip, I ran around the beautiful Green Lake in Seattle, Washington which had perfect running temperatures and even more beautiful scenery!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJKkYNohM7G2iq9CRYew5nGyWtNyzqzNsPT8s_fC2LZV38ONS9Q0yL1DLnhv0MNlWrYJ4m4qMMwlLmQE1w01Ock1aD4DARqXJ9wNpKTU5VnX3ZNJSYGJ7ahbNPrNnMuTTa6bGW4Ss4Fo/s640/blogger-image--239316149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJKkYNohM7G2iq9CRYew5nGyWtNyzqzNsPT8s_fC2LZV38ONS9Q0yL1DLnhv0MNlWrYJ4m4qMMwlLmQE1w01Ock1aD4DARqXJ9wNpKTU5VnX3ZNJSYGJ7ahbNPrNnMuTTa6bGW4Ss4Fo/s640/blogger-image--239316149.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Rlk4lPtbdE-J8WdTL36Huw3tDyMZzd84DjFsfIL7QsmpxdNtFUONXXaKEHR9H-ut0N9F7ny5YGSmZCbyUwt4JipWunBqz0ML09uC5aeGss6EQCVyEuQtSYmWN1PmUY4b24h_ZkST5Og/s640/blogger-image--867597647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Rlk4lPtbdE-J8WdTL36Huw3tDyMZzd84DjFsfIL7QsmpxdNtFUONXXaKEHR9H-ut0N9F7ny5YGSmZCbyUwt4JipWunBqz0ML09uC5aeGss6EQCVyEuQtSYmWN1PmUY4b24h_ZkST5Og/s640/blogger-image--867597647.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>5. When I traveled to San Diego, California for work, I rallied some of my coworkers for early morning runs before our conferences stared for the day. It was a great crew and the first time I'd ever run with a group! Honestly, some of the runs were a bit more challenging after we had enjoyed the San Diego night life too!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzGMb2uFSXKeGyJKGySNgpsGeyp0G5VV9vvhYVeGiDFPUoFO_zI6Hv49zMI0WGwUCFM3mXf6HlMwnxL-g8JQBTANL2DX2JfhkvrVHZ1vZJ7XzSSPPqSRzXLn8eBur1A2XBJs1dXiZz_Kg/s640/blogger-image--22121797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzGMb2uFSXKeGyJKGySNgpsGeyp0G5VV9vvhYVeGiDFPUoFO_zI6Hv49zMI0WGwUCFM3mXf6HlMwnxL-g8JQBTANL2DX2JfhkvrVHZ1vZJ7XzSSPPqSRzXLn8eBur1A2XBJs1dXiZz_Kg/s640/blogger-image--22121797.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5JVPTXlfkEZ8lhojeJM1zNE9zoUx6GwD0QebxS1dWV7TuHpfvwCCoP4gv310eVpxn6KHSyN15_bcQ5ReT52fMHtjPXUBz_iAS4KUy8A-j-KCVn1cOat1gbgKx2HBXdIkyMHSc3IJKtU/s640/blogger-image-1655078544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5JVPTXlfkEZ8lhojeJM1zNE9zoUx6GwD0QebxS1dWV7TuHpfvwCCoP4gv310eVpxn6KHSyN15_bcQ5ReT52fMHtjPXUBz_iAS4KUy8A-j-KCVn1cOat1gbgKx2HBXdIkyMHSc3IJKtU/s640/blogger-image-1655078544.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>6. I kept my training lively by running three 5K races, one of which my 8-year-old son and our cousin Cathy volunteered at the water station (in the pouring rain) while I ran pushing his brother in the stroller. My oldest son also ran a kids race and I ran the 5K at a local 4th of July race.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUgN63LAi4xnOPaQO4BF_GHhSkzcwkaOe4opdLaciGDa2djj_SjmgBbSwWUPhV9w9i0cOhu8tW_fy5qsLB8t02sZwLT5T8dA57KprYS_qQUSJcgo-8Y2SUEhW1QBR4XrR_8fRS8TDUS8/s640/blogger-image--217661920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUgN63LAi4xnOPaQO4BF_GHhSkzcwkaOe4opdLaciGDa2djj_SjmgBbSwWUPhV9w9i0cOhu8tW_fy5qsLB8t02sZwLT5T8dA57KprYS_qQUSJcgo-8Y2SUEhW1QBR4XrR_8fRS8TDUS8/s640/blogger-image--217661920.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9ETcaIkzenFq2jEDvIbn_f_xVRMIIluRaLNa671d1Lg6BN2YGJUIw-Komr8CAL9S0c7yTPKdy1CXqJ4BGDG7lbohXktEGERxpBnpexdWb9Z_c8pP69ZLXuuQeSZMkFSXapUeiUT6mjU/s640/blogger-image-1381945401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9ETcaIkzenFq2jEDvIbn_f_xVRMIIluRaLNa671d1Lg6BN2YGJUIw-Komr8CAL9S0c7yTPKdy1CXqJ4BGDG7lbohXktEGERxpBnpexdWb9Z_c8pP69ZLXuuQeSZMkFSXapUeiUT6mjU/s640/blogger-image-1381945401.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisS3jrGhJyq3BWM6XvmF402KIEXcL_5grMZlOGX3mfe8cwgLF9GjRPR5mXbfwVL4rKtqjPZk0zjaGYEWKJ9J_OTaJcIHlrrtkgQET72ORnpSUZlXFSDdeXdHD4dwkFQAsifORfO7b_FeY/s640/blogger-image--1648111257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisS3jrGhJyq3BWM6XvmF402KIEXcL_5grMZlOGX3mfe8cwgLF9GjRPR5mXbfwVL4rKtqjPZk0zjaGYEWKJ9J_OTaJcIHlrrtkgQET72ORnpSUZlXFSDdeXdHD4dwkFQAsifORfO7b_FeY/s640/blogger-image--1648111257.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbNlnOOaFtEo7m6GoQINzzVFnBX_nyQ73zdvfArES9AQofGF11mFo9MvccFQHRNhs70JNo8WRtBmOUWjtOPS2rwEPgJX1qcV5ynXueUB39cyjPweQfSUMS4PM2JyhCpRz_w_OzbrbtEQ/s640/blogger-image-1974409060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbNlnOOaFtEo7m6GoQINzzVFnBX_nyQ73zdvfArES9AQofGF11mFo9MvccFQHRNhs70JNo8WRtBmOUWjtOPS2rwEPgJX1qcV5ynXueUB39cyjPweQfSUMS4PM2JyhCpRz_w_OzbrbtEQ/s640/blogger-image-1974409060.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqB1GZTotUu8LLG0s13_XwTOMNP1E7cDGDR_BMS-Dsjk9vPYaW5BqMmSZHxqJUdGrXIh4rC4XCoOxfdAOR3SOl5RkQ6V4RbRTA7iHmWdKcMa9cdCCNzWfPb4_7_ALfdesdo0BL5zdXjc/s640/blogger-image--678067972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqB1GZTotUu8LLG0s13_XwTOMNP1E7cDGDR_BMS-Dsjk9vPYaW5BqMmSZHxqJUdGrXIh4rC4XCoOxfdAOR3SOl5RkQ6V4RbRTA7iHmWdKcMa9cdCCNzWfPb4_7_ALfdesdo0BL5zdXjc/s640/blogger-image--678067972.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>7. I ran three half marathons: Missoula, MT (week 3), Sandpoint, ID (week 13), and Colbert, WA (my culminating race at week 15).</div><div><br></div><div>8. Missoula is one of my favorite races and I finished in 2:21, only a minute off of my PR time! My friend Jessica ran too and my friend Michele was our much needed Sherpa. I ran in honor of a friend fighting Leukemia. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19B9vGvnDj4qQDsZIs8HvF2_fG9BsNy53uy4cCU1gHcAUJO33vFhDFcSYVyjyodPA7AI7KzgW5zabp-nG459qSSksc3QQv3UYD90DQoehJszBkDxETb6zI7LOiLT03B-uqCXhBMs_pYQ/s640/blogger-image--1764597481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19B9vGvnDj4qQDsZIs8HvF2_fG9BsNy53uy4cCU1gHcAUJO33vFhDFcSYVyjyodPA7AI7KzgW5zabp-nG459qSSksc3QQv3UYD90DQoehJszBkDxETb6zI7LOiLT03B-uqCXhBMs_pYQ/s640/blogger-image--1764597481.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUdvbNtuD6HvYBNd-7rqF4h9x6hmXiK-kRvRJ5w2iGJ09n_AX_0RakJDZnPVNZ3orZdq9uBveFGVc_6gGEo6GYuVcxyVFyGVWu02mtnNobLkiPN5el49F_AYjdDW77fF9je1hpSwKsVA/s640/blogger-image--2139159172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUdvbNtuD6HvYBNd-7rqF4h9x6hmXiK-kRvRJ5w2iGJ09n_AX_0RakJDZnPVNZ3orZdq9uBveFGVc_6gGEo6GYuVcxyVFyGVWu02mtnNobLkiPN5el49F_AYjdDW77fF9je1hpSwKsVA/s640/blogger-image--2139159172.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>9. Also in honor of our friend, I was the run leg for our "League of Awesome" Olympic distance triathlon team in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. This is the closest I'll ever come to completing a triathlon and I'm good with that. More power to my Tri-friends! I had a blast with these awesome ladies!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIMmftIc8IpcER9iGMW_dNlZfZxCbYEjco1wimserF0ltVT7vnSo6X6v4GgQ3Ht764UHUEikpMmPhD3rbU32lG-b3eS-oIiFrFCO7TKJN2Pb5dn1b-p0lOpYK5xIkjLuCrAieD_ulJCk/s640/blogger-image-65120829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIMmftIc8IpcER9iGMW_dNlZfZxCbYEjco1wimserF0ltVT7vnSo6X6v4GgQ3Ht764UHUEikpMmPhD3rbU32lG-b3eS-oIiFrFCO7TKJN2Pb5dn1b-p0lOpYK5xIkjLuCrAieD_ulJCk/s640/blogger-image-65120829.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKfyqYiwRhOMQmm6yEmnJ0jgU4wm0wTl0cHX7QInuwBgWZX-LSSs5Pbf2DQSyHvJY2Zmitgv2UpObH3n1SCAmH3uNCZVz9DxN4w91blu77cQHCCwJXjBDqewdjfP7Obg0Fb9vDK0s2UM/s640/blogger-image--633229992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKfyqYiwRhOMQmm6yEmnJ0jgU4wm0wTl0cHX7QInuwBgWZX-LSSs5Pbf2DQSyHvJY2Zmitgv2UpObH3n1SCAmH3uNCZVz9DxN4w91blu77cQHCCwJXjBDqewdjfP7Obg0Fb9vDK0s2UM/s640/blogger-image--633229992.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>10. In week 13, the Sandpoint Scenic Half Marathon was a hard race because I was coming off of two unexpected minor surgeries. My doctor had released me to run, but cautioned that I wouldn't have the energy to run 13 miles; I didn't believe her and ran anyway...and she was right. I started to feel sluggish at mile 8 and hit the wall hard at mile 10. The last three miles were a brutally hard walk to the finish line. Surprisingly, I finished in 2:27, three minutes faster then when I'd run this race two years before! Thank God for Connie, my neighbor, who drove me and ran too. She was a much needed support. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZrzhpNtnlpCBaAQeQhaIUJnFbMrZuVYN71qhgUzhbKrsSkf2iUh1i_eQofGeLIAcf594RgtLnS6TgqTDExOFL9EaYkZs8tL24XSeoDTd6G0ydyrsq46Tm5yIufkV3IcSiZl_8eIEgN4/s640/blogger-image--1336827757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZrzhpNtnlpCBaAQeQhaIUJnFbMrZuVYN71qhgUzhbKrsSkf2iUh1i_eQofGeLIAcf594RgtLnS6TgqTDExOFL9EaYkZs8tL24XSeoDTd6G0ydyrsq46Tm5yIufkV3IcSiZl_8eIEgN4/s640/blogger-image--1336827757.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>11. My biopsy and lumpectomy results came back clear! Based on my family history of breast cancer, my doctor had me do a preventative baseline MRI which, surprisingly, showed a small tumor in my right side. After a needle biopsy of the mass showed atypical ductal hyperplasia, it was determined to remove it. Get it out and move on. After 10 days of recovery and good lab test results, I was back to training with a clean bill of health!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vBEt3VC8qp8ZFjA9Un1rc-4Og7gCHarDX0hiQAfk5B-7WHNgWv0zEITyYqg_EqHO9u3Y1wEwwjty67_rfqrZNb1fXUmmhFIXBKa-shneuNmhcE9_Xgd3CfD29GGBweeItEt2aM3Fu3U/s640/blogger-image-145337093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vBEt3VC8qp8ZFjA9Un1rc-4Og7gCHarDX0hiQAfk5B-7WHNgWv0zEITyYqg_EqHO9u3Y1wEwwjty67_rfqrZNb1fXUmmhFIXBKa-shneuNmhcE9_Xgd3CfD29GGBweeItEt2aM3Fu3U/s640/blogger-image-145337093.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>12. Another Mother Runner meet and greet with Sarah & Dimity: To my excitement Sarah and Dimity came to Spokane, Washington where my friend Michele and I were able to meet them! What inspiring, hysterical ladies and the leaders of the 13.FUN challenge! Both Michele and I won a prize and took home a swag bag full of goodies! Check out their website and I highly recommend their books! www.anothermotherrunner.com </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDO_RzGaPGLJQBLSj8_A-DaPTyODxDvjF3_3tVXxzofVnsXcKbAHHwr_TFJ1XuWW-mJI_dxfS_qsnFgjoRr4zHcnXYitql_gt8w9rF4xtbDkpqf2mMNAF5ZE6o15Yjm2zKtXXfXcSQiY/s640/blogger-image--1925169615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDO_RzGaPGLJQBLSj8_A-DaPTyODxDvjF3_3tVXxzofVnsXcKbAHHwr_TFJ1XuWW-mJI_dxfS_qsnFgjoRr4zHcnXYitql_gt8w9rF4xtbDkpqf2mMNAF5ZE6o15Yjm2zKtXXfXcSQiY/s640/blogger-image--1925169615.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>13. Colbert Half Marathon was my 13.FUN culminating race. I chose it because of the notorious challenge of "the big hill towards the end," (can you say Holy Hills, Batman?) "hard race," and beautiful course scenery. What bib number did I get? Number 1, of course! Now that's a lot of pressure! I ran a solid race and finished in 2:31. It helped to have Connie also running the race and my cousin Cathy as my Sherpa. Clearly, I am gaining my strength back each passing day. Thanks again, ladies!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13vYg1-Z1UTyqsXEqdJ2NfWCcaq1D9kA9jLopq-hc2VwBfRClnY3UPMgExIIA_uTJjB2NqTkOIj8SPpReR3q29Fgp4b1-3GwdnuThkD-_qm0RTDJ-6iBXKultTINnmkwhcw-auuLKlPo/s640/blogger-image--1986241545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13vYg1-Z1UTyqsXEqdJ2NfWCcaq1D9kA9jLopq-hc2VwBfRClnY3UPMgExIIA_uTJjB2NqTkOIj8SPpReR3q29Fgp4b1-3GwdnuThkD-_qm0RTDJ-6iBXKultTINnmkwhcw-auuLKlPo/s640/blogger-image--1986241545.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVm5s6u3y6YQgFFIKTK4dRd3lgxB4cG1ulwPTp5XaPlP210fgDtiFGyRY69yp_4eff81k0_QntehLwYAiW5DxbvvwiGXFRXXc3Km5-tEsNL1h09hS6oawZ9u9nLtzWDh2Pz5vP_Z6AHBM/s640/blogger-image--862356992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVm5s6u3y6YQgFFIKTK4dRd3lgxB4cG1ulwPTp5XaPlP210fgDtiFGyRY69yp_4eff81k0_QntehLwYAiW5DxbvvwiGXFRXXc3Km5-tEsNL1h09hS6oawZ9u9nLtzWDh2Pz5vP_Z6AHBM/s640/blogger-image--862356992.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6EXzLVKBQTV1eDeEeH_FwslNuiU716OBqI7SaTNnL47zfrKildAfTapaHmUXlQEwpzoon4tFkXMbF3hhO8hWQwC4SgP9k1Gzc0AptZvH4pVwjsfX1EQ6t6L_v3iskO79t-jMa7-c2_Q/s640/blogger-image-1796537802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6EXzLVKBQTV1eDeEeH_FwslNuiU716OBqI7SaTNnL47zfrKildAfTapaHmUXlQEwpzoon4tFkXMbF3hhO8hWQwC4SgP9k1Gzc0AptZvH4pVwjsfX1EQ6t6L_v3iskO79t-jMa7-c2_Q/s640/blogger-image-1796537802.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyTKEan6n6Ydm6h6I-2aa_8q0n0XHM7F1HXriuf1uYbr9kCJnMpnSlgP-KgDIYnnw5ZF1ExvjZpx77_6RDb3gETioJwbWRWYBPUaub3wV3CQ97Q39enuldU3cMkpwS7voB1yqeKfKUrQ/s640/blogger-image--1201672853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyTKEan6n6Ydm6h6I-2aa_8q0n0XHM7F1HXriuf1uYbr9kCJnMpnSlgP-KgDIYnnw5ZF1ExvjZpx77_6RDb3gETioJwbWRWYBPUaub3wV3CQ97Q39enuldU3cMkpwS7voB1yqeKfKUrQ/s640/blogger-image--1201672853.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>F: Finish strong is what I tell others to do and it was time for me to live up to it. I was shocked to find out that I was chosen as one of two winners of the Finish Strong award given out in the 13.FUN challenge! So many others are just as worthy (if not more) of this prize. I'm so grateful and will be wearing the pendant necklace with great pride!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGcWONJQwL_xR03bJsspBJqNw1Amye03b_S9h1v2ycBPlmqwJ868NPTQa-xE8B5lhGgEWsn8BJ_5a7LnJ_VEGak-WA1w6l57-a38y3ArdvKMC_1o3Vn_vRhpfSiIqEYs_-C7fYwHVtDw/s640/blogger-image--462130420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGcWONJQwL_xR03bJsspBJqNw1Amye03b_S9h1v2ycBPlmqwJ868NPTQa-xE8B5lhGgEWsn8BJ_5a7LnJ_VEGak-WA1w6l57-a38y3ArdvKMC_1o3Vn_vRhpfSiIqEYs_-C7fYwHVtDw/s640/blogger-image--462130420.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>U: Underestimated my strength: I am stronger than I thought" AND #1! I ran a total of 228.6 miles, despite life throwing me a curve ball and sidelining me in weeks 11 and 12. I feel like a much stronger and more confident runner! I've learned a positive mindset can help me clear life's hurdles.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdiSjABpZH8kh8nEdbd0CkdQmpY5kwIFs_V4JX4AcxyCA-q9yhkx0NqABSTUKRZwi9t_mNTtiyQhkCdr_ypzhicWa8EU8ecTcArR-B3IorWIdyF0WhzLFoe7S0DS1Y5Uk_flEewZ8lAM/s640/blogger-image--1595020426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdiSjABpZH8kh8nEdbd0CkdQmpY5kwIFs_V4JX4AcxyCA-q9yhkx0NqABSTUKRZwi9t_mNTtiyQhkCdr_ypzhicWa8EU8ecTcArR-B3IorWIdyF0WhzLFoe7S0DS1Y5Uk_flEewZ8lAM/s640/blogger-image--1595020426.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>N: Nutrition and notes of encouragement kept my mind and body properly fueled. Friends and family sent me texts and Facebook high fives, my Strava team gave me kudos and positive support, and I found a nutrition plan that my body likes. A perfect trifecta meant there was was no stopping me!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGA0h08bkQhoR9x4fedNttXI0QfvZ3lkYJjvvn_tCY1INmJawZ6RZNGFgl6yMqfB4OzjqcLOb3oMeSF8C1l21AMzgCsoYTRi_YZkvlaDw_FyTw347bayoVPTp74F3g8ZSPML8gTwaip9s/s640/blogger-image-1606179381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGA0h08bkQhoR9x4fedNttXI0QfvZ3lkYJjvvn_tCY1INmJawZ6RZNGFgl6yMqfB4OzjqcLOb3oMeSF8C1l21AMzgCsoYTRi_YZkvlaDw_FyTw347bayoVPTp74F3g8ZSPML8gTwaip9s/s640/blogger-image-1606179381.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgml7zF2sO5yikmPS_wjrhOrERYppIdJHRebGy19v_PkgMrGuJYaZ6vh63pxfAKRrBnjQvBglImiVvISIZhTCtSZeDqATXSu8N8X8QCG-OKbV1RqXBHh6XLb6HIxoHxs_U8JpF07pnEpGg/s640/blogger-image-2104162582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgml7zF2sO5yikmPS_wjrhOrERYppIdJHRebGy19v_PkgMrGuJYaZ6vh63pxfAKRrBnjQvBglImiVvISIZhTCtSZeDqATXSu8N8X8QCG-OKbV1RqXBHh6XLb6HIxoHxs_U8JpF07pnEpGg/s640/blogger-image-2104162582.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwcUJkax-1Pi0dKcccy1lwRmg1uj558qGeBWl_eHnLVIU0J0I0slsTg-FFTvmCrZzAxekCONZk62enNdHlqOEAHndmhEmLMT7BXzan8fYa0oYaDPqM6ZNyZHmyTram3_R02mLDIHqfos/s640/blogger-image--1948626036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwcUJkax-1Pi0dKcccy1lwRmg1uj558qGeBWl_eHnLVIU0J0I0slsTg-FFTvmCrZzAxekCONZk62enNdHlqOEAHndmhEmLMT7BXzan8fYa0oYaDPqM6ZNyZHmyTram3_R02mLDIHqfos/s640/blogger-image--1948626036.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuzNGvNRZDHtyF8cofhFGydQh7dAPclBmZbn5JEZzKCm-nq_hTdKGpuOWzQ7b2anUmaw-woAnNbHG1ffGXkpyzRXS10A9WjGTjlsb0OSB9Sj8_Z_YD_uzjYeqBL8OyEYMmATGqaeJbrc/s640/blogger-image-1806991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuzNGvNRZDHtyF8cofhFGydQh7dAPclBmZbn5JEZzKCm-nq_hTdKGpuOWzQ7b2anUmaw-woAnNbHG1ffGXkpyzRXS10A9WjGTjlsb0OSB9Sj8_Z_YD_uzjYeqBL8OyEYMmATGqaeJbrc/s640/blogger-image-1806991.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Fwb8JbVx-zUcRdkifLWKj-3-HEZdDk7r6JM4-8HK2J1U-bNxU3FIkRERitvorUpviqJegma7hFRUQLgzudCJDWbBKcCqE7NQUPOOgKqCZV3DYgMMksLWByFAIh4tjYPCV-Zp2FrIVO0/s640/blogger-image-296669264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Fwb8JbVx-zUcRdkifLWKj-3-HEZdDk7r6JM4-8HK2J1U-bNxU3FIkRERitvorUpviqJegma7hFRUQLgzudCJDWbBKcCqE7NQUPOOgKqCZV3DYgMMksLWByFAIh4tjYPCV-Zp2FrIVO0/s640/blogger-image-296669264.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>You deserve your own medal if you made it to the end of this marathon post! How about a virtual high five? I hope to see you somewhere on my next adventure! Come join me! What's stopping you?</div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-74528241400504412762014-08-21T22:56:00.001-07:002014-08-22T04:03:57.512-07:00Control<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Control. I'm constantly trying to have it in my life. Whether it be in my work, home, relationships, training plans, emotions, or eating, I quickly learn that I have none. I often fail when I attempt to influence, guide, or strong-hold things that are bigger than my willpower; leaving me feeling defeated, confused, angry, or even scared.</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>Months ago, I was asked: "Why did you start running and why do you keep running?" I didn't have an answer. I was stumped. I guess it was because a doctor told me I shouldn't run because of my asthma. Just like the advice I heed from my own mother, I quickly rejected the notion and decided I wasn't going to let a doctor's opinion or diagnosis of a sickness determine what I could and couldn't do. </div><div><br></div><div>Clearly, I'm stubborn, strong willed, and sometimes downright dumb. I believe I run because it is the only thing I feel I really do have control over: my pace, my distance, my route, my music, etc. When I run I'm free of everything trying to control me, and free of everything that I am trying to control, except the weather.</div><div><br></div><div>In the past few months, I have been given many reminders of how little or no control I have. These knock-you-down then kick-you-while-you-are-down reminders have come in the form of attending funerals for loved ones, having friends diagnosed with a deadly disease and fighting for their lives, having a test come back with a bad result, and consoling friends who are recovering from injuries.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WU1UAkmNWd62N_AT2BjY8EuR7iW9mCbkgC-D1V2dvJmsxWKCwGb3y0ZmvGk8CRYCU_eH05Z1izJZe5KfhLAzgTUK3cuty4NoGQpEQo6pAZFRxLMX1J1qL3kvHLFAAswRJDM4WqPVixY/s640/blogger-image--805643735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WU1UAkmNWd62N_AT2BjY8EuR7iW9mCbkgC-D1V2dvJmsxWKCwGb3y0ZmvGk8CRYCU_eH05Z1izJZe5KfhLAzgTUK3cuty4NoGQpEQo6pAZFRxLMX1J1qL3kvHLFAAswRJDM4WqPVixY/s640/blogger-image--805643735.jpg"></a></div>(League of Awesome team at the Coeur d'Alene Triathlon wearing orange sparkle shirts to honor our friend Andrea's in her fight against Leukemia.)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9prfr376IH8MCRRwkw-D3URdH4mxM8Fbr5sf4qiq-ZHIlRqGObToijqgMUHFJYztc1Fkfxv91xJaQ51A1CEoayyAAIC54gmmJmgQXe1GtzkCG4EPt0v8e3P9AYR4yEKvDkuF77Kyttuk/s640/blogger-image-1560532903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9prfr376IH8MCRRwkw-D3URdH4mxM8Fbr5sf4qiq-ZHIlRqGObToijqgMUHFJYztc1Fkfxv91xJaQ51A1CEoayyAAIC54gmmJmgQXe1GtzkCG4EPt0v8e3P9AYR4yEKvDkuF77Kyttuk/s640/blogger-image-1560532903.jpg"></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">(Missoula Half-Marathon dedicated to Andrea.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It makes me stop and think, "What do I really have control over?" My answer is: my mind and my actions. Where are my mind and actions most positive? When I'm running. It gives me an outlet for the stress, gives my mind the time to process what to do, and gives my body the time to work through all the emotions. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't run. </span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjED4fyBan5Hkvfl6rXzdHdeKtj4s-VpA6qNV2xW7Bvhods_y8IEipV9DXAzRagnSlIc6uIebyu9TZT7z-omYeTQelBgXLWrt7XQdfaN86jWAbwmfvK8zyDH0804NSg9oaq_On2a9rPjEM/s640/blogger-image--682548335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjED4fyBan5Hkvfl6rXzdHdeKtj4s-VpA6qNV2xW7Bvhods_y8IEipV9DXAzRagnSlIc6uIebyu9TZT7z-omYeTQelBgXLWrt7XQdfaN86jWAbwmfvK8zyDH0804NSg9oaq_On2a9rPjEM/s640/blogger-image--682548335.jpg"></a></div>(Enjoyed a rain-soaked TriFusion 5K race pushing my son in the stroller. Raccoon eyes compliments of the storm.) </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMupN0EmxUGOv2QCC6PvCyHY2npRjarTcCq0KxF_InggxTqEHNorYgRtPNc1M9rFDvLj-GWD0Hchyp4HlIXaX-El67sRQkrgyZAEbATV1TWdojYg1xHTXbAaCUgv3-IDAqEFv-nz-7L0Q/s640/blogger-image--1594185021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMupN0EmxUGOv2QCC6PvCyHY2npRjarTcCq0KxF_InggxTqEHNorYgRtPNc1M9rFDvLj-GWD0Hchyp4HlIXaX-El67sRQkrgyZAEbATV1TWdojYg1xHTXbAaCUgv3-IDAqEFv-nz-7L0Q/s640/blogger-image--1594185021.jpg"></a></div>(Run in the rain? Why not? My son tucked himself inside the stroller and wanted me to run through more puddles!)</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">God has gifted me with an amazing husband, blessed me with two incredible boys, and surrounded me with the most loving family and friends I could imagine. Without them I would be lost.</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JsxmgJ7KxuKwgCakMo7Cq3xSBicLWs3AQTeSEZEgPAg-g8Uek1hjaHr_eqaJ5Gln-tSc9rGK62HLqu2vIWUtSrMGB8DEft9TgBTfKe_wQkEde8Q8ReCYhy0JTirJdj5qkdsVgreJEJc/s640/blogger-image-460905073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JsxmgJ7KxuKwgCakMo7Cq3xSBicLWs3AQTeSEZEgPAg-g8Uek1hjaHr_eqaJ5Gln-tSc9rGK62HLqu2vIWUtSrMGB8DEft9TgBTfKe_wQkEde8Q8ReCYhy0JTirJdj5qkdsVgreJEJc/s640/blogger-image-460905073.jpg"></a></div>(Cousin Cathy and my son volunteering at the water station for the TriFusion 5K race. They are some of my amazing supporters.)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-4yaB8hHEzULQT34HlFiN5SCtnDV-3iR2SVj-JB6aoQ_zsIEsoYX_LAz3G4Hf7rSszg0L_fBjR0VO4KD6Q3UuQEeVbuhl-pH4mAlP46CurbplbWTyKvbpiP_kmOMCx9O7rPrHUZbjTs/s640/blogger-image-706921087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-4yaB8hHEzULQT34HlFiN5SCtnDV-3iR2SVj-JB6aoQ_zsIEsoYX_LAz3G4Hf7rSszg0L_fBjR0VO4KD6Q3UuQEeVbuhl-pH4mAlP46CurbplbWTyKvbpiP_kmOMCx9O7rPrHUZbjTs/s640/blogger-image-706921087.jpg"></a></div>(My parents are more of my amazing supporters. They are pictured here with a signed copy of their book "The Blades Carry Me." Inscription says, "Keep on, keeping on." My mother is wearing a No One Fights Alone shirt.)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefidAeQYOA42uXNqI2sFHqZktkvOqL0mFnksdGCo4J44n-8QarAklhqUm4wlctibrGgkJx-s8Ml8yqqYx0kmufk0YYm676WQwMHFyBsJL-bLVnYaHrgOTdIS-CXZtYu68eC4O-oVUKDM/s640/blogger-image--1273804578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefidAeQYOA42uXNqI2sFHqZktkvOqL0mFnksdGCo4J44n-8QarAklhqUm4wlctibrGgkJx-s8Ml8yqqYx0kmufk0YYm676WQwMHFyBsJL-bLVnYaHrgOTdIS-CXZtYu68eC4O-oVUKDM/s640/blogger-image--1273804578.jpg"></a></div>(My sweet friend, Michele, who came to Missoula as my race support. Stopped to take a selfie when I saw her on course.)</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div>Even when things are bad, hurtful, and hard, I have to believe it is all part of God's perfect plan. I'm not going to take a day on this earth for granted. I can't afford to and neither can you.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm going to cherish every moment; the good and the bad. I'm going to let go of what I can't control and redirect my energy to what I can influence...how I make others feel. Hopefully, I will make a positive difference in others lives. Maybe it will be in yours?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGs87AUL_ETI2VBNXfBb4KkeDs5-vktia_TFGRD0up_3eKy2S8geuK_2h1dHNVPNaxqmZJRGAglREah5HxxTDyzO1a_YzD-l3yfiR4H3s6EVjTVEGr-OpS3avKEW7517Mq71DLrVnB5ww/s640/blogger-image-807339181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGs87AUL_ETI2VBNXfBb4KkeDs5-vktia_TFGRD0up_3eKy2S8geuK_2h1dHNVPNaxqmZJRGAglREah5HxxTDyzO1a_YzD-l3yfiR4H3s6EVjTVEGr-OpS3avKEW7517Mq71DLrVnB5ww/s640/blogger-image-807339181.jpg"></a></div>(Beautiful flowers from my hubby! These made me feel pretty special! Love you!)</div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-4293089818451158672014-07-10T07:44:00.001-07:002014-07-10T07:57:13.820-07:00Once Upon a Time There Was a Porcupine and a Skunk<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Once upon a time there was a porcupine and a skunk.... Who doesn't like once upon a time stories? My boys LOVE them and my run this week helped me create a good one for them.</span></div><div><br></div><div>Here's a real life dilemma: what do you do if you happen upon a porcupine in the road and then a skunk in your path, anytime, let alone on your run?</div><div><br></div><div>I chose to proceed slowly, using the change of pace for recovery and then sprinted away once I was past. I opted to take an alternate route home. </div><div><br></div><div>As I approached, the porcupine appeared to be dead in the road, but I still followed procedure just in case he decided to wake from the dead and chase after me as a porcupine zombie. Didn't happen. Whew, all clear.</div><div><br></div><div>Just when I thought I'd had enough excitement for the day, I encountered a skunk on the path ahead of me. Luck was once again on my side as the skunk was more interested in something else than it was of me. All clear: check. More sprinting than called for on my "easy run" check, check.</div><div><br></div><div>Later, when I told my boys about my encounters they became very excited and wanted to know what I did and how I got away! So, I told them: I activated my creature-power suit to disguise myself to look like another porcupine then changed into a skunk. </div><div><br></div><div>By the shocked and amazed look on my boys' faces, I had the right answer. Supermom in disguise. One of my many talents.</div><div><br></div><div>What's your superpower? </div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-70885112235225744012014-07-08T07:59:00.001-07:002014-07-08T08:35:34.055-07:00I'm All In: 13.FUN First Two Weeks<div>With a race confirmation, training plan, and no time to waste, I'm all in for my 13.FUN adventure! In fact, I've already conquered two weeks of training and started on my third!</div><div><br></div><div>A working mother of two requires me to be creative with my time and energy. I've had to make training a priority while ensuring it has as little of an impact as possible on my family.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoBQXNa81R2ixQ_g6oJZIAY3iX_X7XB5RRDzwmvtMoBBbDlpDYMBc4AUwv0cd9MgL1uUsWIK1NzSJQimbSFfB3gDvW6uhl663fbf5WYNC2GbFTaThBfUAgqKlUiGOS5VdVhVLv6FplU4/s640/blogger-image--1369337588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoBQXNa81R2ixQ_g6oJZIAY3iX_X7XB5RRDzwmvtMoBBbDlpDYMBc4AUwv0cd9MgL1uUsWIK1NzSJQimbSFfB3gDvW6uhl663fbf5WYNC2GbFTaThBfUAgqKlUiGOS5VdVhVLv6FplU4/s640/blogger-image--1369337588.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>This is what my juggling act looks like right now: two days a week I get up and run at 5 a.m. in order to get done and home before my husband has to leave for work. Today was one of those 5 a.m. training days. It is now 6:30 a.m. and I'm sitting here slurping on my protein shake with a conditioning treatment processing on my hair from my shower while I'm typing this blog. I feel accomplished (and a bit groggy) because my workout is already done for today and the house is quiet and still (rare occasion).</div><div><br></div><div>One day a week, I run in the evenings while my son is at his golf lesson or soccer practice, and I do a long run on the weekend. My fifth day is usually a strength/cross training day and/or short run. </div><div><br></div><div>These first two weeks of training have been amazing! I started my training on vacation and ran on the beach. The water was so good for my soul.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqebQgOWQcb5mSsysaRGBMXwHed2QAz35LOzJPRa8UpHsYgbhkM2SE7zIXfr1wC0cOGASckQfmoJB_STwd19nr-c6m5RHn1crWy4t_1AYb03WEJcANJBFuFCu5ImbuKltUnHZWTVCEuc/s640/blogger-image--1965321404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqebQgOWQcb5mSsysaRGBMXwHed2QAz35LOzJPRa8UpHsYgbhkM2SE7zIXfr1wC0cOGASckQfmoJB_STwd19nr-c6m5RHn1crWy4t_1AYb03WEJcANJBFuFCu5ImbuKltUnHZWTVCEuc/s640/blogger-image--1965321404.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFS8gSj1y2EYu-E2ZFfKoZz398uGP2N1mgLrSIW5uq_DJm931Xwf5qt7okppliSIBNg3LEVlfKVQKIPt7C88y1zEAmF4lpL6awuJF6fGwX3dkBUD5oJnvugGeI4IFxFrNhhi7tuNgeKk/s640/blogger-image-942333977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFS8gSj1y2EYu-E2ZFfKoZz398uGP2N1mgLrSIW5uq_DJm931Xwf5qt7okppliSIBNg3LEVlfKVQKIPt7C88y1zEAmF4lpL6awuJF6fGwX3dkBUD5oJnvugGeI4IFxFrNhhi7tuNgeKk/s640/blogger-image-942333977.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>My son and I ran the 4th of July Pennant Race and I ran a 5K PR!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdmvEKIpjZDOQWuzmdn3LEtuxxPHSff2TXiLDa7m210il5ZFH1_mB-p3hzEaqJDpWN2Ex6ez8Pnl_bV1Gs8CExs7gSUIMe4Wk973pm92OcCwshbjJA04809_VJhJiAyvqomFUcLnbl3M/s640/blogger-image--1889632068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdmvEKIpjZDOQWuzmdn3LEtuxxPHSff2TXiLDa7m210il5ZFH1_mB-p3hzEaqJDpWN2Ex6ez8Pnl_bV1Gs8CExs7gSUIMe4Wk973pm92OcCwshbjJA04809_VJhJiAyvqomFUcLnbl3M/s640/blogger-image--1889632068.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I hear stiring in the house and it is only moments before I must switch into full mom-mode. Time for me to love on my kids. Farewell for now and happy running! </div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-53264453101699338952014-06-29T15:10:00.001-07:002014-06-29T15:56:15.648-07:0013.FUN<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It all began with an email and soon thereafter, I joined a virtual mother-runner half-marathon training group: 13.FUN!</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFIapmMaY2PZEqVojr2Zv-EtQbIbMNB7X_1tBjN6TKtLEgEYKcwnVw6xD-6KYqafPnch2WeFARZ6Qjyl9X1ZWeXoc0u7a_W52EQJFR-8g9rfSt3XChPfuBHF3kYtPtxccjetIizupRaQ/s640/blogger-image-549198457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFIapmMaY2PZEqVojr2Zv-EtQbIbMNB7X_1tBjN6TKtLEgEYKcwnVw6xD-6KYqafPnch2WeFARZ6Qjyl9X1ZWeXoc0u7a_W52EQJFR-8g9rfSt3XChPfuBHF3kYtPtxccjetIizupRaQ/s640/blogger-image-549198457.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>I am a follower of Another Mother Runner blog/emails/Facebook/Twitter (www.anothermotherrunner.com) and have read both of their books: Run Like A Mother and Train Like A Mother. Good grief, that makes me sound like a stalker with all kinds of time on my hands! Honestly, I enjoy and appreciate their candid discussions, relevant mother-runner topics, and witty sense of humor. </div><div><br></div><div>I've followed training plans before, but never with an online running club. Amazing what opportunities technology has opened up for us! I stepped out of my comfort zone again and signed up despite not knowing how it all works! </div><div><br></div><div>Shortly after signing up, I received an email welcoming me to the 13.FUN private club on Strava and three training plans to choose from. I added a Strava app on my phone, downloaded the Race It Plan, and I was off and running, literally.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZJjD1AksjrD-64FZmCcek_eFuvst3VZOcv40Q_iXVOF5fprA8Q2Y7ZFbufghgdDbfZcH9YNsVBSaaaEsW-_Guisoz6K02SGcSEqqmmx8QGFXzceLBgQHqPUdT4UbpArkGUXMa1MuFvg/s640/blogger-image-1387211744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZJjD1AksjrD-64FZmCcek_eFuvst3VZOcv40Q_iXVOF5fprA8Q2Y7ZFbufghgdDbfZcH9YNsVBSaaaEsW-_Guisoz6K02SGcSEqqmmx8QGFXzceLBgQHqPUdT4UbpArkGUXMa1MuFvg/s640/blogger-image-1387211744.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div>After my first morning run was posted on the club board, I began receiving kudos from complete strangers. Odd and encouraging all at the same time! </div><div><br></div><div>Being a newbie, I don't know what to expect nor the unwritten rules of virtual training clubs. Guess I'll learn by trial and error along with the other 85 13.FUN mother-runners just as crazy as I am!</div><div><br></div><div>When I returned home from vacation, I was surprised with a 13.FUN welcome package at my doorstep filled with some awesome goodies! Thanks, BAMRs (Bad Ass Mother Runners)!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHsE89eB5y487nUVwJwO3k_NCvrZDQ05D5yfqfGiL0T2spBKuiXGwqKPJ7rnpVlK3nUvUwdppXn2_ehxsZbTk9WENhjHAp0UiuZOQHTr4k40TsKXfWF8iYUer140xii6OL2BLCH68KCg/s640/blogger-image-1142540226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHsE89eB5y487nUVwJwO3k_NCvrZDQ05D5yfqfGiL0T2spBKuiXGwqKPJ7rnpVlK3nUvUwdppXn2_ehxsZbTk9WENhjHAp0UiuZOQHTr4k40TsKXfWF8iYUer140xii6OL2BLCH68KCg/s640/blogger-image-1142540226.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Follow along as my 13.FUN virtual adventure unfolds over the next few months and culminates with a half-marathon in October. Feel fee to follow me on Strava or Twitter (Smarty Mack, or @seesmartyrun). I hope to see you out there! Better yet, there are still a few days left if you're a mother-runner and want to sign up and join in on the fun at www.motherrunnerstore.com.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbbTb5VOoQUfyLjEZQYg1ALT1_aqXh6Se-zVOCVsD_Xik1f1hTI4kT-peO18C0lmAszc9wF3p6hk3E6SPKyiYzp3kX-JKy12uxPvoXXnzvg2QgZ_aFxEZuwohnCnAWWk0478QAwmn5PQ/s640/blogger-image-1960797173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbbTb5VOoQUfyLjEZQYg1ALT1_aqXh6Se-zVOCVsD_Xik1f1hTI4kT-peO18C0lmAszc9wF3p6hk3E6SPKyiYzp3kX-JKy12uxPvoXXnzvg2QgZ_aFxEZuwohnCnAWWk0478QAwmn5PQ/s640/blogger-image-1960797173.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Happy running!</div><div><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-13237802206073792372014-05-03T09:05:00.001-07:002014-05-03T09:36:05.406-07:00I'm Seeing Yellow<div>I avoid wearing yellow like the plague because, honestly, it makes me look like I have the plague. I'm not a fashionista, but I do know what colors do not look good on me and yellow is at the top of the list. Ironically, I'll be wearing yellow for my race on Sunday and I've never been more excited to wear it!</div><div><br></div><div>For the first time EVER, I will be wearing a <b>YELLOW </b>race bib for Bloomsday! What does that mean? It means that my training, determination, faith, and perseverance paid off enabling me to run a qualifying race time, which ultimately earned me the honor to wear yellow. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAO6cUJhh38vj_tZR9yideEF4JFTzaaw14BFbdW-LrC7ET2ynVl8LCEVuiKgpckimn3emR6nxZWMotaYt3IFRHh8sOsZ6lQiGy0IGQ6gVr3nYujd4mVaz9cbmkNHTv6b_oI2SmQHiJaTM/s640/blogger-image-981028148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAO6cUJhh38vj_tZR9yideEF4JFTzaaw14BFbdW-LrC7ET2ynVl8LCEVuiKgpckimn3emR6nxZWMotaYt3IFRHh8sOsZ6lQiGy0IGQ6gVr3nYujd4mVaz9cbmkNHTv6b_oI2SmQHiJaTM/s640/blogger-image-981028148.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>I never thought I could do it and only dreamed of running that fast. (I'm still slow, but leap years ahead of where I started.) In March, I ran the St. Paddy's Five Miler without my Garmin watch or friends. I went to the race solo, plugged myself into my music, and just ran. My only goal was to beat my 52 minute finish time from last year. </div><div><br></div><div>After the race, I joined the crowd hovering around the sheets listing finishing times and was disappointed when I couldn't find my name. I stepped back to let others in to see their results. When I stepped up to look again, I couldn't believe what I saw...45:45! <b><i>YES! </i></b>I've never run that far that fast before...until now. I smoked my 52 minute finish by shaving seven minutes off that time and five minutes off my 5-mile PR! Seriously?! I immediately called my cousin and started celebrating. I think I'm still on that runner's high!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij92uvkFbs-Q9WTKmMfbV5oTn0J9yF3TwvIgqDUZVpu-7R8Z1aPZl7ZXxjNjBWaTTZ1BWct7uQza16Z0sCZRiVzlHLrgkIsjtQuugRxLjTLb9yXNL_5ecaxc4ETigFKpgCD4Z9WRdX_CA/s640/blogger-image-2004118818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij92uvkFbs-Q9WTKmMfbV5oTn0J9yF3TwvIgqDUZVpu-7R8Z1aPZl7ZXxjNjBWaTTZ1BWct7uQza16Z0sCZRiVzlHLrgkIsjtQuugRxLjTLb9yXNL_5ecaxc4ETigFKpgCD4Z9WRdX_CA/s640/blogger-image-2004118818.jpg"></a></div>Clearly, I don't appear to be running fast, nor on a runner's high at the finish of the St. Paddy's Five!</div><div><br></div><div>Now, I sit here looking at my yellow Bloomsday bib in disbelief that I'm holding it. I laughed and smiled when the volunteers handed it to me at packet pick up. One volunteer said to the other, "yellow, we have ourselves another speedy one." Wow. Are they really talking about me?!</div><div><br></div><div>I've been challenging myself to get stonger and continuously step out of my comfort zone. Trail running on a day full of wind, rain, sleet, hail, thunder and lightening is a perfect example. Luckily, I found another friend crazy enough to run with me! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizb8C1YhE4OpHtR5qxKlfgGv7elGkejRwB618WlAl0k1_2mGxJA8_rFyjcnUjYZySMLNDmezrjJegTd74BA-h90r0ixQ7tZxqXuuesN0iL_y27ziJbEQgazWjSIp4Z3GkUgVFUpxAKQD4/s640/blogger-image--622041144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizb8C1YhE4OpHtR5qxKlfgGv7elGkejRwB618WlAl0k1_2mGxJA8_rFyjcnUjYZySMLNDmezrjJegTd74BA-h90r0ixQ7tZxqXuuesN0iL_y27ziJbEQgazWjSIp4Z3GkUgVFUpxAKQD4/s640/blogger-image--622041144.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Last Sunday, Jessica and I ran the Spokane River Run 10k and were lucky enough to have the weather bless us for our run. It was raining until we started running, stopped during our run, and started again as soon as we were leaving. Thank you Weather Gods!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzMV7dlHUK3MOyzmtWLNMAUEtl6H4mZCgepqnZgxeecmX0WUYNsQyqBzgioLHper0iFqvPrGWHiYZY4A4avx3ZHBPaeFvJKBKp1bMBE9Bp08FXaVG_lDEWnsqgPXJubnvyDtUmCnJDfc/s640/blogger-image--1978208909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzMV7dlHUK3MOyzmtWLNMAUEtl6H4mZCgepqnZgxeecmX0WUYNsQyqBzgioLHper0iFqvPrGWHiYZY4A4avx3ZHBPaeFvJKBKp1bMBE9Bp08FXaVG_lDEWnsqgPXJubnvyDtUmCnJDfc/s640/blogger-image--1978208909.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>The Bloomsday forecast for tomorrow is cool with a chance of showers. I'll take it. I'm excited to "run" this race for the first time. It will be a new experience to be in a color group where I don't get caught up in the swarm of walkers blocking the road as they walk five wide. I'm excited for the challenging course. I'm grateful for the Yellow opportunity. My lungs feel good and my legs feel strong. I have a new playlist ready and will not wear my Garmin. I have friends to run with. Now it is up to God to guide me. Bring on Bloomsday. Let's run!</div><div><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-91777103504021655152014-03-25T21:44:00.001-07:002014-03-26T05:36:53.939-07:00Everything is bigger in Texas, even the surprises.<div>I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">stand at the doorstep and ring the doorbell. My heart is racing and I'm smiling from ear to ear. I've traveled thousands of miles and hours by plane and car waiting for this moment; a secret I've kept for two weeks. It's 9:15 p.m. on Friday in Corpus Christi, Texas and the door opens. The woman who answers studies me for a moment trying to recognize and place me. </span></div><div><br></div><div>"Oh my gosh, what in the world are you doing here?" My mom says to me in excited disbelief. "Jim, come here, you have to see who just showed up at our door!"</div><div><br></div><div>After hugging my mom, I run around the corner where my dad goes speechless on his phone call when he sees me. My sister's voice on the other end of the phone says, "Christine is there, isn't she," more as a knowing comment rather than a question. My sister was in on the surprise and our plan was flawless. Let the party begin! Literally.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi232f0bXGV-_06PpW_9oAXm_EuvbMB_brRfIOV1tWNg7eYhg-WikcljkdSuORTC3KzxEJ4G0KmCkEuxkjl3LqDmbhCMbsYXbQ3S56pw9XgLBiaau12Dx2Neqwo4zY6OTGi8bwojUL6z8c/s640/blogger-image--1226483895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi232f0bXGV-_06PpW_9oAXm_EuvbMB_brRfIOV1tWNg7eYhg-WikcljkdSuORTC3KzxEJ4G0KmCkEuxkjl3LqDmbhCMbsYXbQ3S56pw9XgLBiaau12Dx2Neqwo4zY6OTGi8bwojUL6z8c/s640/blogger-image--1226483895.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>The next two days are a whirlwind of people, celebrations, book readings, book selling and signings. My parents did it! They published their book "The Blades Carry Me: Inside the Helicopter War in Vietnam." </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_1dRNEioAW0tJgvZVmaD4c71HtrRVbiFI1yskkHFHxR7TMwfo1G_qF0AzigXIT5uqBoM_XYveszaViSP7shfYdi3ylQ0xIk2e69PWo7Nu-O_2XqygKmLvAq8SF1tFDBb3-MyRnNMLtw/s640/blogger-image-638362742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_1dRNEioAW0tJgvZVmaD4c71HtrRVbiFI1yskkHFHxR7TMwfo1G_qF0AzigXIT5uqBoM_XYveszaViSP7shfYdi3ylQ0xIk2e69PWo7Nu-O_2XqygKmLvAq8SF1tFDBb3-MyRnNMLtw/s640/blogger-image-638362742.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Three years of laughter, frustration, tears, aching hearts, and processing of 45 years of repressed memories brought my parents to this moment; surrounded by 100 of their friends who arrived to celebrate their book with them! Well, make that 101 counting me. Does that make me a groupie?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYlstWzqCtgOjw8jSIS6Lg-9TxXm9fsTAePeNAhKABKMw7Ow784cbNneU_rMVid_UgBSFz_bvpuOduqgmURNg514xPtGkLsrqV_st7k8ZesyJxHWGQBnoHUhknWz0eaUGBIMPdHMcXAw/s640/blogger-image-571712116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYlstWzqCtgOjw8jSIS6Lg-9TxXm9fsTAePeNAhKABKMw7Ow784cbNneU_rMVid_UgBSFz_bvpuOduqgmURNg514xPtGkLsrqV_st7k8ZesyJxHWGQBnoHUhknWz0eaUGBIMPdHMcXAw/s640/blogger-image-571712116.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>The events were organized and smooth thanks to many good friends who volunteered to take care of everything from food set up, beverage service, book sales, moderating the reading, and shuttling people to and from their cars by golf cart. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyUX6OL6T00BVf8IlPruxHRJOUSRq1n0bZuVjULiqfuRk3aDzoRDlll1fRPztgE9Jhyphenhyphen36CByJqXw0i2hZCeeo82NF1XTaFI_xJZ1mS1tDgfFn2yTEx9aZOxnQ335hyGiDOln-Eetvchc/s640/blogger-image--1131753139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyUX6OL6T00BVf8IlPruxHRJOUSRq1n0bZuVjULiqfuRk3aDzoRDlll1fRPztgE9Jhyphenhyphen36CByJqXw0i2hZCeeo82NF1XTaFI_xJZ1mS1tDgfFn2yTEx9aZOxnQ335hyGiDOln-Eetvchc/s640/blogger-image--1131753139.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>Over 85 books were sold and signed at their event with more copies sold on Amazon and Barnes and Noble! 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Both days I wore shorts and a tank top, LOVE the warm weather! </div><div><br></div><div>The second day Mother Nature tried to help me multitask and surprised me with a rain shower on my run. Running back into the rain and headwind I felt like I was going slow. Celebrating the fact that I didn't melt, I took a rain-drenched selfie when I returned then hit the real shower. </div><div><br></div><div>Later, I glanced at my running splits. Holy speed, Batman! I've never run that fast in my life! My "slow" mile 2 included a quick stop to take a photo of where I'd just run from. Good grief, maybe I should only run in the rain...or rather run to get out of the rain! I'm so excited!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvYJVWchS0eRoIhftVmGdnszobt8RAO4mENOf-2O7430HzLdnPFjRI0zmsKUry9R8xVc9XTAYSOarwdvaZZhiC0hRRC0VnCJnt_FMa2jcFqxVPfxqLvjDcdZuQTVv5SoSoetfDiod9cE/s640/blogger-image--805847649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvYJVWchS0eRoIhftVmGdnszobt8RAO4mENOf-2O7430HzLdnPFjRI0zmsKUry9R8xVc9XTAYSOarwdvaZZhiC0hRRC0VnCJnt_FMa2jcFqxVPfxqLvjDcdZuQTVv5SoSoetfDiod9cE/s640/blogger-image--805847649.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This trip had surprises all around; big ones the size of Texas! If you take the time to read my parents' book, I guarantee you will be surprised by how it keeps you reading and emotionally moves you. Want to read a true account of our family history? Here's your chance! "The Blades Carry Me: Inside the Helicopter War in Vietnam" by James V. Weatherill and Anne Weatherill. Find it at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPp9uok1d_AA83UzBbQrHvI5FQqyf5WNUcZylWTupSwK1QhOCl5x_Rma-aYuUgGMflAe-VtD1uZ2eTsBfMjzZG_Nprugz4JMRhpJjj0v_Sk0PXKLrsbdai6XOGJmjODh1HhsBGuOosvA/s640/blogger-image-307832198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPp9uok1d_AA83UzBbQrHvI5FQqyf5WNUcZylWTupSwK1QhOCl5x_Rma-aYuUgGMflAe-VtD1uZ2eTsBfMjzZG_Nprugz4JMRhpJjj0v_Sk0PXKLrsbdai6XOGJmjODh1HhsBGuOosvA/s640/blogger-image-307832198.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>So proud of what my parents have accomplished. It was a wild weekend and I wouldn't have missed for the world. I'd do anything for my family. Love to you all!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-34088021238893737492014-03-16T21:54:00.001-07:002014-03-16T22:00:20.454-07:00The Beginning of a Real Runner<div>It started with a math equation: 20 degree weather + 20 mile per hour freezing wind gusts = feels like -6 degrees.</div><div><br></div><div>Sounds like a perfect day for a run--indoors. </div><div><br></div><div>The steps to solve this equation require affirmative answers to the following:</div><div><br></div><div>1. Do you have enough clothes to keep you warm?</div><div>-Yes, thanks to my 11th hour purchase. I'm going to break the rule and race in something I've never warn before. HUGE kudos to Nicole at Fleet Feet in Spokane for her clothing recommendations; you saved me. </div><div><br></div><div>2. Have you done enough training to run 13.1 miles?</div><div>-Yes, enough that I won't hurt myself, nor will I run a PR. Recently, my miles have been logged on the treadmill and transitioning back to the road is more difficult. </div><div><br></div><div>3. Do you have a plan if the freezing air triggers your asthma?</div><div>-Yes, I will start running and if I have a minor issue I'll slow down or walk. If that doesn't fix it and my breathing worsens, then I'll go to the nearest med station and not finish the race. My ability to breath is worth more than a medal.</div><div><br></div><div>4. Do you have child care covered?</div><div>-The "big boys" went fishing and my amazing mother-in-law was watching my youngest. 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As my friend said, "...it confirmed you are a runner."</div><div><br></div><div>Apparently, I had no excuses. I was going to run a half marathon in the freezing cold. I had to laugh at myself when I was happy the temperature was up to 23 degrees (before wind chill) by the time I arrived at the race. Good grief!</div><div><br></div><div>When I arrived, the first thing I saw was the MedStar helicopter and Whitman County ambulance waiting to assist runners if necessary. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or concerned. Considering we were in a location without cell service (yes, those places still exist), I opted to feel relieved. Brilliant move by the race director based on potential liability reasons.</div><div><br></div><div>Picked up my packet and headed back to the warm pickup to enjoy my heated seats while I waited for the race to start. I was having second thoughts. "I could leave now and no one would miss me." I wasn't meeting anyone at this race. No one would be running with me or waiting for me. But instead of leaving, I joined the crowd of runners and started on my 13 mile journey.</div><div><br></div><div>We're off and I tell myself this is only a long, slow training run, not a race. I cover my mouth with my neck warmer and breathe through that to keep the air in my lungs warm. The wind gusts were enough to take my breath away.</div><div><br></div><div>Into the headwind I take a slow and steady pace; staying positive and keeping the negative chatter out of my head. It's an out and back race along the Snake River beginning and ending at Wawawai Landing.</div><div><br></div><div>At about mile 5, the top runners start passing me on their way back to the finish line. I see my friends Heather and Tammy and send a muffled cheer from under my mock face mask. I know they couldn't hear me, but Tammy saw me wave.</div><div><br></div><div>As I run I watch for my friend Andrea. I see her just before my turnaround point. She's about a quarter of a mile ahead of me and walking. Something must be wrong so I picked up the pace and caught up to her. She was taking it slow because she was feeling dizzy. Relieved to not be suffering in the cold alone anymore, I stayed with her and we walked the rest of the way back. We had a blast, chatting the whole way while wondering if we'll ever get feeling back in our fingers. Andrea, you can be my race buddy anytime!</div><div><br></div><div>Tammy was a happy sight to see cheering at the finish line. Thanks for staying and making sure Andrea was okay. </div><div><br></div><div>My final time was 2:53. That is a LONG time to be out in that cold! I did learn the trick to put Duck tape on the top of my tennis shoes to help insulate my feet. I also learned that you don't have to exfoliate your skin, the wind burn will do that for you. My face is silky smooth right now!</div><div><br></div><div>Despite waking up the next morning with puffy, weepy eyes, I feel like an accomplished runner. A REAL runner, not just one who writes about her running now and then. With that, my official race season has begun. 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"Family first" is a value that was instilled in me from an early age. (Although, I currently struggle with defining the parameters of this concept as I attempt to devote more time to myself in order to get healthy and fit again.) As much as I strive to be Supermom, I constantly fight the battle of balance between work, home, and self. </div>
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"Family first" dedication kept me close to home in 2013 with only one long distance destination race, which I chose Savannah, Georgia because I could visit my sister who lives in Atlanta.</div>
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I chose to run a local marathon so my son could finally come and see me race and run across a finish line; a wish he's had for three years. (I grabbed his hand and had him cross the finish line with me!)</div>
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This summer. my 7-year-old wanted to run a "real" race so we ran a 5K together, twice! He thought my I AM poster was so cool so Tran Creative made one for DD with his 5K photo and own words!</div>
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In 2013, I wanted to run at least 500 miles but logged 340. I'm happy with that. A mile is a mile and forward motion. I will keep my 500 mile goal for 2014, keep my family-first focus, and challenge myself to step out of my comfort zone more often. </div>
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Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-41620921202855654712013-12-31T23:24:00.001-08:002014-01-01T13:22:39.736-08:00The Grand Finale<div>My final race of 2013 took me to Savannah, Georgia for the Rock 'n' Roll Half-Marathon. My friend Traci and I flew to Atlanta and stayed with my sister, Maryanne. Traci and Maryanne have been friends for years and we were all excited for a girl's weekend!</div><div><br></div><div>On the plane, Traci and I sat with my friend, Ellen, who I hadn't seen in ages. We flapped our jaws about horses and running, our favorite things. Funny how you never know who you'll run into when you're traveling!</div><div><br></div><div>Traci and I had a three hour layover in Denver, so what did we do to pass time? Thirteen minutes of planking! (We went upstairs to a corner of the mezzanine where there was minimal foot traffic and witnesses.)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PV4u2KyIwoTH-6JCAnnBhkiqnAXK7nGTBBWbqn4_7WqdrXTa2Lu7f3JAsuIUHMt0cNbxtpvIqEiL9-RT55zSM8LD9wfuQ4-J3jQTR6BWDEvpyN7FD0Y8jvqM1ttAKnwSxZuUN5OhN4E/s640/blogger-image-2116612601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PV4u2KyIwoTH-6JCAnnBhkiqnAXK7nGTBBWbqn4_7WqdrXTa2Lu7f3JAsuIUHMt0cNbxtpvIqEiL9-RT55zSM8LD9wfuQ4-J3jQTR6BWDEvpyN7FD0Y8jvqM1ttAKnwSxZuUN5OhN4E/s640/blogger-image-2116612601.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>After a night in Atlanta at Maryanne's house and an interesting trip to the grocery store ("Maryanne are you buying a squirrel?"), we took a three hour road trip to Savannah. </div><div><br></div><div>Our hotel was amazing, but the race packet pick up was not. They had lost Traci's number and she had to be issued another one, causing her race day tracking not to work (which she found out after the fact). </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54AX_3Myed14d_l99iyCJQKbpTSnCI1T2q5dgXIoFRi-DQMHDR83BaoWRcZD49noh98tFC45DjS-YrLNByjGgFuZxeJeIErq6RUXrvTLljig6ibPVAmiKT_XzlTzG005-MDmgVdWZm_Q/s640/blogger-image--779602853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54AX_3Myed14d_l99iyCJQKbpTSnCI1T2q5dgXIoFRi-DQMHDR83BaoWRcZD49noh98tFC45DjS-YrLNByjGgFuZxeJeIErq6RUXrvTLljig6ibPVAmiKT_XzlTzG005-MDmgVdWZm_Q/s640/blogger-image--779602853.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Just for the experience, we ate at Paula Deen's restaurant which wasn't anything to brag about. Plus, there is nothing quite like gambling on eating fried food the day before a race....</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tflxoCxUObeBUIuhM3Ii3EYrGQqjStyJNBWFc_ZOaWSCu6ThHFqSJk7ImkLYqOIdS2j_l163yVzIyNUofvflRXeOvLdePAJPidNg9XWPIS0z3I4gTKKzlji5wCEE4QLYEpqlkeXja0I/s640/blogger-image--1806282992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tflxoCxUObeBUIuhM3Ii3EYrGQqjStyJNBWFc_ZOaWSCu6ThHFqSJk7ImkLYqOIdS2j_l163yVzIyNUofvflRXeOvLdePAJPidNg9XWPIS0z3I4gTKKzlji5wCEE4QLYEpqlkeXja0I/s640/blogger-image--1806282992.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Race morning came fast and it was cold, dark, and crack-of-dawn early (insert jet lag here). We stopped for a quick photo op on our way to the gear check and porta-potties. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vmP1dzZPqF65JxE1_q7XWwNz01W8Az8D8qvPwCai6UOpB-bL0nk3DifxwezUU1eCiKNoYaKHvNZM5MvXmN7Er9X6mKLpSuCB9ILG3MLV6liEyYcbBimZJPOtdDhyphenhyphenqfoVDCyc8-tEkIA/s640/blogger-image-551624982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vmP1dzZPqF65JxE1_q7XWwNz01W8Az8D8qvPwCai6UOpB-bL0nk3DifxwezUU1eCiKNoYaKHvNZM5MvXmN7Er9X6mKLpSuCB9ILG3MLV6liEyYcbBimZJPOtdDhyphenhyphenqfoVDCyc8-tEkIA/s640/blogger-image-551624982.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>We were gifted with a corral 6 start, my best yet, but that joy came and went as we were still standing in the porta-potty line when the race started. So much for our prime starting group! By the time we got to the start they were on corral 10. We quickly gave each other hugs and well wishes and off we went. This was Traci's first half and my sister's second!</div><div><br></div><div>In my rush to the starting line, I made a rookie mistake and forgot to double tie my shoelaces. By mile 1, my laces were flapping and I had to stop to tie them. Seriously? I know better!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTmkY2hf4mn8Od3dR2pKMPz5vqm02f_9m63qgre-3TZ0Fa9Ux2ThtePV05i1TJo7_uua9ftkvHiRJ_N65_jXnlXv0OK29tYyiMgeVllJAV1QH3V6Ef1UZnmYAXkiV8udJb2ApwhkHDZc/s640/blogger-image-430774032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTmkY2hf4mn8Od3dR2pKMPz5vqm02f_9m63qgre-3TZ0Fa9Ux2ThtePV05i1TJo7_uua9ftkvHiRJ_N65_jXnlXv0OK29tYyiMgeVllJAV1QH3V6Ef1UZnmYAXkiV8udJb2ApwhkHDZc/s640/blogger-image-430774032.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>It was a beautiful course with SO much history surrounding us. We ran through a full spectrum of neighborhoods and everyone was very friendly. Downtown the trees draped over us creating a tunnel for the sea of runners. Neighborhoods rallied together to cheer and the funniest sign I saw read: "You're running better than our government!" </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOzD7BSqfAUn_j3IuL0S9m9zDliVRMPj_awZnGwVmjOnlBKO6dEudIlue0dYxwSOgRCwNXvuCQJeIOMQTntgmil0QdVhYnGdYAP5_5EvBsVfZRlsNjREkYTOhGb5OhE04HDf3FM_Jx2M/s640/blogger-image-1438033497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOzD7BSqfAUn_j3IuL0S9m9zDliVRMPj_awZnGwVmjOnlBKO6dEudIlue0dYxwSOgRCwNXvuCQJeIOMQTntgmil0QdVhYnGdYAP5_5EvBsVfZRlsNjREkYTOhGb5OhE04HDf3FM_Jx2M/s640/blogger-image-1438033497.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGZofaoaIJVofE1q09ulfCAoNFtOKwjDf02h1EjMPA3aMBfBf3OTiDFXFXUo7pSDFUpsug2VEC6YB1MAGLFXDDi1xKAspaN8cGG8NtwN0cAHSYMhTKJvNgXjw1bCYCcnWt7RbPY2E8Rs/s640/blogger-image-309015923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGZofaoaIJVofE1q09ulfCAoNFtOKwjDf02h1EjMPA3aMBfBf3OTiDFXFXUo7pSDFUpsug2VEC6YB1MAGLFXDDi1xKAspaN8cGG8NtwN0cAHSYMhTKJvNgXjw1bCYCcnWt7RbPY2E8Rs/s640/blogger-image-309015923.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Savannah was a magical race with all of us getting personal records! Traci ran a 2:15, I ran a 2:20, and Maryanne beat her last half marathon time by 14 minutes! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikoFnPGhGEkZTZeXiADJk4MKi2dGPa6zXrWm6GXKyJJI-Z1dZO8kBHsWViTveIzd0wX7fjooFsjz-CbWEAXldr56HmXqVib2Uwnq2xmyDdyO1-tmngbLzsBGp6CcQBmdUm6o3DB_va9Q/s640/blogger-image-110202076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikoFnPGhGEkZTZeXiADJk4MKi2dGPa6zXrWm6GXKyJJI-Z1dZO8kBHsWViTveIzd0wX7fjooFsjz-CbWEAXldr56HmXqVib2Uwnq2xmyDdyO1-tmngbLzsBGp6CcQBmdUm6o3DB_va9Q/s640/blogger-image-110202076.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3LYqp8tbMvhhmSLZhiMSlCjRAnWqCO1cN5ap1ncuQFy3M-FbOHggT8Hd_auQh7-5haE5aT31BIveqOSOpl-mDwkstLfwVIyqqgYzg1I5WgL5H9ThH8yZ7XknBPMPO60-oqiPgGkm-Vo/s640/blogger-image-730200801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3LYqp8tbMvhhmSLZhiMSlCjRAnWqCO1cN5ap1ncuQFy3M-FbOHggT8Hd_auQh7-5haE5aT31BIveqOSOpl-mDwkstLfwVIyqqgYzg1I5WgL5H9ThH8yZ7XknBPMPO60-oqiPgGkm-Vo/s640/blogger-image-730200801.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qD0j9T0mv6OdkAWGg8MYnkVa9fDA6LlGmTq2DVd4Y03Vg1AUvasdcByYzr4UJpgbUY05bryQuH09zyGOGxznPbGGhGAirEgFlXAfd5NXqRKs55MibiFktuVjXxQWG6W23vou5sDAAPk/s640/blogger-image--526066979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qD0j9T0mv6OdkAWGg8MYnkVa9fDA6LlGmTq2DVd4Y03Vg1AUvasdcByYzr4UJpgbUY05bryQuH09zyGOGxznPbGGhGAirEgFlXAfd5NXqRKs55MibiFktuVjXxQWG6W23vou5sDAAPk/s640/blogger-image--526066979.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>On our road trip back to Atlanta, we took a detour to the beach. It was the first time I'd been to the Atlantic Ocean.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7sPYfdbDzaU7FKq-hI-ziF7VyuAWCOgd3xIYT4-bkFhtq-eVwtmgH8lIdlTUl3HhPSti8yAYqAVwnaoDSLyD6P0SKRGnh3_DHGQEMCzpLaD6cBJ6TZekWlTxBLQHKCXZRsqckzZ95-k/s640/blogger-image-774162891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7sPYfdbDzaU7FKq-hI-ziF7VyuAWCOgd3xIYT4-bkFhtq-eVwtmgH8lIdlTUl3HhPSti8yAYqAVwnaoDSLyD6P0SKRGnh3_DHGQEMCzpLaD6cBJ6TZekWlTxBLQHKCXZRsqckzZ95-k/s640/blogger-image-774162891.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOWnGbWq9yhW8SR6JjyZLCjgfDyfGS7W7_Zpuiq3J7LRJT7ODrjG6CIrf49_Li6mcOEjIm2iuEA7Rt0AOYbsPNY2cmturEP_uH-icTcYxGqdM1gIrr4aYvOzX9FLzy77guSuSVVIjb9U/s640/blogger-image-1425691761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOWnGbWq9yhW8SR6JjyZLCjgfDyfGS7W7_Zpuiq3J7LRJT7ODrjG6CIrf49_Li6mcOEjIm2iuEA7Rt0AOYbsPNY2cmturEP_uH-icTcYxGqdM1gIrr4aYvOzX9FLzy77guSuSVVIjb9U/s640/blogger-image-1425691761.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>I could have stayed there for days, but the Coach outlet mall was calling Traci's name. Well, that was what I thought until I was the one who bought so much stuff I had to buy a second suitcase just to get it all home! ("If you're looking for me I'll be in timeout in the car.")</div><div><br></div><div>Great trip, beautiful location, friendly race, and memories with my sister that will last a lifetime!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRnAoLeuERrGYF2shpxHw7Qbza0-VZZ68HMgEIAtNYj3AMdEKjizVvHjw-4CQI-6sAE8u9S-Si7mDZqCIrSjpMxX_VMw_sZVpnbIuBBGsnwulMSOmJReMGIfKqqZM2OWei_vq-Ne_c1w/s640/blogger-image-1440491343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRnAoLeuERrGYF2shpxHw7Qbza0-VZZ68HMgEIAtNYj3AMdEKjizVvHjw-4CQI-6sAE8u9S-Si7mDZqCIrSjpMxX_VMw_sZVpnbIuBBGsnwulMSOmJReMGIfKqqZM2OWei_vq-Ne_c1w/s640/blogger-image-1440491343.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>May 2014 bring you all the joys that comes from a balanced life and putting family first!</div><div><br></div><div>Peace.</div><div><br></div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-56854767118365378212013-12-30T22:51:00.001-08:002013-12-31T08:44:58.594-08:00The Reality of a Mother RunnerRunning doesn't come easy for me. I envy those who decide to go for a run and then just go; no additional planning, thought, or guilt associated with their choice. I'm a mom first and runner second. Being a Mother Runner requires A LOT of time and planning. I'm not complaining, just acknowledging the behind-the-scenes actions of active moms (and dads too!). So, round two of a fun girls' marathon relay weekend looked like this:<div><br></div><div>1. Leave my house at 11:30 a.m., pick up a friend who is running on my team, and drive 2.5 hours to Richland, WA.</div><div><br></div><div>2. Have a fun road trip to Richland. </div><div><br></div><div>Wait, stop the press, it's not so easy in my world (insert more stops and time). </div><div><br></div><div>Here was the reality of that weekend for me (like many other Mother or Father Runners):</div><div><br></div><div>1. Leave<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> my house at 11:30 a.m. with my two boys and all our luggage and pick up my friend who is running on my team.</span></div><div><br></div><div>2. Take my older son to his soccer game and play cheerleader from the sideline (while keeping his little brother entertained and out of the game, trying to carry on a conversation with my friend, and then looking really excited and engaged when my son looks at me after making a great game play or goal).</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScKgdilAtM0ChtpweIOnpjQd8BD1OKBbG4U6666VQPhGKwIZvYqhTrgCsBbpHKucuaFJD-UXu4Wq2TctcbDNN7FCjWcsehhiVpllJKCx3qavgaqnTtiz2_1cm8IEH2r1aS0ZEl9eHeAw/s640/blogger-image-1216617619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScKgdilAtM0ChtpweIOnpjQd8BD1OKBbG4U6666VQPhGKwIZvYqhTrgCsBbpHKucuaFJD-UXu4Wq2TctcbDNN7FCjWcsehhiVpllJKCx3qavgaqnTtiz2_1cm8IEH2r1aS0ZEl9eHeAw/s640/blogger-image-1216617619.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>3. Take my son to his end of the season soccer party (with his little brother and my friend along for the entertaining ride).</div><div><br></div><div>4. Drive everyone an hour and a half to my in-laws house where I drop off the boys to stay the night (they LOVE IT at Papa and Grammy's house! Who doesn't?).</div><div><br></div><div>5. Have a fun road trip to Richland, WA. with my friend.</div><div><br></div><div>6. Arrive in Richland in time to meet our other two relay teammates and eat dinner at 8:00 p.m. A two and a half hour drive had turned into an eight and a half hour adventure. No wonder we were hungry!</div><div><br></div><div>7. Go to the hotel (oh, I mean sketchy motel) and get ready for race morning. (Laying out our race clothes consisted of covering the surface before putting your clothes on it.) The race started and ended in the motel parking lot so it was worth it for the location!</div><div><br></div><div>8. Get up the next morning and run...no, wait I'm third leg so I have no rush! Sweet! So, Traci (second leg) and I headed to Starbucks for coffee and oatmeal. Life is good when Traci has her coffee.</div><div><br></div><div>Turtle Girl was first leg again and we all gathered for a photo before the race started. Our friend Tammy joined us in the picture as she was running the whole marathon...her own one woman team! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAOI6Dxh9culRgPX7YKnWWwDpaQGoOorpMVWD4mQbLWLaGtHw0RFLMWxNtGtdlk1AuIYALsA9Zryup2SsOUGez-PiJ2Vr-dyGLjlOfrZkuadZZEzxqNIao4FvekPeEB0491hDeKKqEnnw/s640/blogger-image-1447084190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAOI6Dxh9culRgPX7YKnWWwDpaQGoOorpMVWD4mQbLWLaGtHw0RFLMWxNtGtdlk1AuIYALsA9Zryup2SsOUGez-PiJ2Vr-dyGLjlOfrZkuadZZEzxqNIao4FvekPeEB0491hDeKKqEnnw/s640/blogger-image-1447084190.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyGfm_R5ON3fwPXsvUfQLmHDhkimCGMhTZ_3nTsi-DQ20ebR90dinRpHemmXG17W00SMFZS5Lo-8qd1TBS40IX3MGz7yKkeK0O2N8BlVSpaD14pDuzOPWIK0FxGcAzZGeP9JKbhkL0Xw/s640/blogger-image-1501329909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyGfm_R5ON3fwPXsvUfQLmHDhkimCGMhTZ_3nTsi-DQ20ebR90dinRpHemmXG17W00SMFZS5Lo-8qd1TBS40IX3MGz7yKkeK0O2N8BlVSpaD14pDuzOPWIK0FxGcAzZGeP9JKbhkL0Xw/s640/blogger-image-1501329909.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It was another FREEZING cold morning. After the race started, Traci, Janine and I drove to the first transition point. It felt like a timed scavenger hunt; follow a paper map in an unfamiliar city to a set location before your runner gets there. Similar to the last race, we hovered in the warm car until the last possible moment to get out for the transition. Turtle Girl arrived and Traci ran off into the sunrise.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0kv-KHzcx1hWKKQ4Hr1PsOYxfx0wYKOf2QI1jj66Omdd6v3mxEPJVsFUBLulKvIGh20882LxYWgpmONmdtA6RKnr2jvSQRRVaGqZNo5fwVc7oec4TQUkcOxbFtjiH_ip9HtAggknzXc/s640/blogger-image--1821412966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0kv-KHzcx1hWKKQ4Hr1PsOYxfx0wYKOf2QI1jj66Omdd6v3mxEPJVsFUBLulKvIGh20882LxYWgpmONmdtA6RKnr2jvSQRRVaGqZNo5fwVc7oec4TQUkcOxbFtjiH_ip9HtAggknzXc/s640/blogger-image--1821412966.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>We piled in the car and continued on our scavenger hunt to find the second transition, then the wind and rain hit. Oh man. Cold, wet, and windy. Lovely.</div><div><br></div><div>Traci smoked her run (something about those second leg runners!) and then I was off. My first mile was fast because I was FREEZING! Then, as my body warmed up, my pace leveled out. I felt solid and was inspired by a family we'd been watching pass through each transition. The mother was running the full marathon herself and her family members were running as a relay team encouraging and pacing her, then transitioning to a new family member at each transition. Awesome!</div><div><br></div><div>I sprinted in to my transition and Janine took off as our closer. She is one of our "fun sized friends" who despite her small stature can turn on her jets and blaze past you. She blew all of our times out of the water and finished the marathon sprinting in faster than any of us can run. Our final team time was 4:15! </div><div><br></div><div>Back to the motel room we go to shower, change, and warm-up, then we all say goodbye and head out. Turtle Girl and Janine drive straight home, while Traci is along for the long ride home via the in-laws to pick up my boys, play in the leaves, chat, then finally getting home in time to make dinner and get ready for work the next morning. A two and a half hour drive turned into a five hour drive for this mother runner. Par for the course.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkfIh_IdV0x8LrIKVhT10wRj4Xo2ZS4rCW_L768h18PfBiIPnU3UzLxZs-PEuvS9nteKq9wR1zGd3nJICGuU_-XJ6Y23g-lqO_-Df3vIiXN_sJdDUf2RilKe6zbnhkVknauG1rdKfocA/s640/blogger-image--902373735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkfIh_IdV0x8LrIKVhT10wRj4Xo2ZS4rCW_L768h18PfBiIPnU3UzLxZs-PEuvS9nteKq9wR1zGd3nJICGuU_-XJ6Y23g-lqO_-Df3vIiXN_sJdDUf2RilKe6zbnhkVknauG1rdKfocA/s640/blogger-image--902373735.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Where does the time go? The weekend was over and it was already time to start thinking about the Rock 'n' Roll Savannah Half-Marathon. My last race of the year!</div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-71372481443326579562013-12-21T20:41:00.000-08:002013-12-21T21:12:39.703-08:00Comfort ZoneCall me crazy. In October, I stepped out of my comfort zone and ran two marathons, two weeks apart from each other! Well, l need to be honest...they were both marathon <i>relays.</i><br>
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By random chance, I ventured into the team sport arena of running. (Rewind to August) Here's the scenario:<br>
I'm bored of running, but know I need to keep moving if I want to maintain the physical gains I've made. So, reluctantly, I log into my Active.com account and begin signing up for the Spokane Marathon 10K in October. As I'm about to confirm my registration, I'm interrupted by a phone call. It's Turtle Girl and she needs one more person for her Spokane Marathon relay team. Seriously!? The same race, the same distance, the same registration website I'm on, but more fun than running a 10K alone...I'm in! And so, with that, my relay team adventures began.<br>
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I'm a princess runner. I hate being cold, running in the rain, snow, wind, or running up hills. Yeah, I know...suck it up and go. Running in the Northwest guarantees I'll need to buck up and deal with all the above.<br>
<br>Spokane Marathon Race morning it was 30 degrees. I had the final leg of our relay which included Doomsday hill. I was nervous because I was the "closer" for a team where I'd never before run with two of my teammates. As a matter of fact, I'd only met them briefly the day before and I knew I wouldn't be able to pick them out of a crowd. I felt pressure to "perform" (from myself) and it was hard to go through my normal race morning routine knowing I would still have to wait at least another three hours to run (after the race begins). Odd. I don't know how to do that, but I was about to learn.<br>
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Ready, set, go...Turtle Girl was off. Our team drives to the first transition point and waits in the warm car for her arrival. Turtle Girl arrives, Beth takes off, and we head to the next transition and wait. Beth smokes her leg and Andrea is off before she knows it. We go to the final transition point and wait some more. Andrea rounds the bend and I take off. It feels good to finally run. I've been waiting for this since I woke up, six hours ago! I make it up Doomsday hill and power through my leg passing two other relay teams along the way. It feels good. Rarely am I the passer, usually just the passee (I may have made that word up).<div><br>
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Race over, group finisher photo taken, and final relay time of 4:30. What a relief and blast! Would I ever do it again? Definitely, two weeks later....</div>Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-20254986777450727062013-11-21T22:52:00.000-08:002013-11-21T22:52:07.366-08:00The "Two Week Rule"<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I’m naked and vulnerable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Or, at least I feel that way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For
the first time in five years, I have no training plan, no trainer, no race I’m
registered for, or even have a race that I’m thinking about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s dark more hours than it is light and my
mind tells me it really wants me to eat the cookies, donuts, pies, endless
empty, worthless calories that surround me at work during the holidays.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, if I’m not running, what else do I want
to do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Hibernate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span> </div>
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Stay in a fetal position under the covers in my bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Unfortunately, none of which are viable options
(although my children would think that it was an awesome game of hide-and-seek).</div>
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<br /></div>
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Smile if you are reading this and have been a “victim” of my
convincing ways, and thus, have signed up for a race with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because of that inclination my friends, my
sister has devised “the two week rule.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let
me explain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My runner’s high after a
great race lasts about two weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>According
to my sister, this is a crucial time to avoid me (including calls, texts,
emails, Facebook posts, Instagram photos, etc.) unless you are ready to sign on
for another race.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Apparently, I am more convincing during these two post-race weeks than during other times. </span>Here are a few
examples of my “two week rule” of persuasion:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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My sister never wanted to do a half-marathon, nor two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, twice she has been a victim of my two week rule of persuasion. </div>
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My friends said they could NEVER run that far and didn’t
know how I did it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, the superstar couple
has matching medals to prove they both can.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yep, more two week victims.</div>
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My cousin never wanted to do a full marathon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After seven long hours and 16 miles of
pouring rain we became “marathoners.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
swore she’d never run another race with me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yes, you guessed it, I’ve since talked her into running a half-marathon,
even while wearing a tiara!</div>
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And it gets better.</div>
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So far in five years, I’ve run 14 half-marathons in eight
states and always talked someone into joining me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Even if it meant flying all the way across the country. </span>My largest gaggle of gals was a team of 23 “Sole
Sisters” who went to Bellingham, Washington. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Oh the memories!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My longest half-marathon time?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3:25 and I did wearing a sock monkey
costume. Perfect.</div>
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As I close on the end of my two-week high from running my fastest
race to date in Savannah, Georgia (2:20), I’m going to sit in this uncomfortable place
of limbo and cherish it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No place to
be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No pressures to go anywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only me and the chatter in my brain. Don't get me wrong, a couple of times I found myself searching for my next destination race.</div>
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For those of you who have fallen victim to my unwillingness
to back down and take no for an answer: </div>
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Thank you for trusting me and taking a chance.</div>
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Thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone.</div>
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Thank you for being willing to see what your mind and body
was capable of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Thank you for all the amazing memories and friendships made.</div>
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I wish you great health, happy days, and amazing
memories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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To many more memories to come…if one of you would just
answer my call….</div>
Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-12314157456981437112013-08-19T08:05:00.001-07:002013-08-19T08:16:13.942-07:00Always Trust Your Instinct<br />
My running has slowed almost to a crawl (slower than my usual snail slow speeds and distances) based on my exhaustion, will to play harder rather than run harder, and my doctor's orders (not that I always do as I'm told). I recently had an alarming test result (everything is fine, I promise) which caused me to reevaluate my running, health, and diet. Takeaway message: trust your gut instinct.<br />
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Here's the bottom line good news: I'm healthy. Reading that may cause a "Duh, I could have told you that!" moment, but recently my doctor had me believe otherwise. Blood tests don't lie, right? <br />
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I'm not going to bash my doctor ( I really do like and trust him), but I am going to tell you not to be afraid to ask for a second opinion. <br />
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Here's the short story and how my blood test results relate to running. Sit down, buckle in, and know that even my "short stories" can be long:<br />
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I became a new patient to my doctor at the end of May and part of his thorough new patient exam included a full work-up of lab tests. <br />
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After my lab tests, the days went by and I didn't think much about it. I wasn't worried until the doctor's office called me to come in for a follow up appointment based on the elevated results of my <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1376923683_0">liver enzyme test</span>. (Insert flashback to college drinking days.)<br />
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Based on my Complete Metabolic Panel- Fasting, my Aspartate Aminotransferase (AST) was high at 68 IU/L and my Alanine Aminotransferase (ALT) was high at 86 IU/L (normal range is between 0-50 for both tests). Clearly something was going on but what? My doctor discussed all possible issues that may be causing this elevation including possible Hepatitis C (Insert flashback to college tattoo and body piercing days). <br />
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I want to panic! But, I trust my instincts and in my "stay calm" mom-voice I ask, "Are you sure it is not from all my running?" I remind him that my first appointment with him in May was four days after I ran the Windermere (full) Marathon. My blood tests were done 24 hours after I ran the Seattle Half-Marathon in June ( I procrastinated getting my blood test done because it required me to fast), and now I'm sitting in front of him 24 hours after running the Missoula Half-Marathon. <br />
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At that moment everything changed. He asked if I was sore from my race and, of course, my answer was "yes!" That is when he sent me for more specific blood tests to determine if the enzyme elevation was specifically from my liver or rather from my muscles. Low and behold, my results were this:<br />
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AST 43 IU/L (normal 0-50)<br />
ALT 41 IU/L (normal 0-50)<br />
Creatine Kinase (CK) 337 (normal 37-158). <br />
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Bingo! Smarty diagnosis: I ran hard and I'm sore. <br />
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So, I'm following doctor's orders of playing more (with my kids because it is summer break) and running less. At least until September when I start training for the Savannah Half-Marathon in November. In the meantime, I may have found a supplement that will help prevent muscle soreness....<br />
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I'm so grateful to have my health as so many others are stuggling right now. Bottom line: Always trust your gut and keep your faith!Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-52019046449956112972013-07-19T16:02:00.000-07:002013-07-19T16:02:56.099-07:00Missoula Half Marathon 7.14.2013Picture this: It's 3:00 AM on race morning in Missoula, Montana. You are still half asleep and crack the blinds to peek out your motel window. You see a car in the parking lot that looks suspiciously familiar. You put your face up to the window, squinting to try to see the details of car below your second story walkway. BAM! Freddie Kruger jumps up at you and smacks your hotel window! You scream bloody murder and about have a heart attack. Before you have a chance to run, you see Freddie Kruger standing in the window laughing his ass off wearing a pink tutu. <br />
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Oh my God! It's not Freddie Kruger, but my cousin Cathy who drove 150 miles then slept in her car just to surprise me and cheer me on at my race! Best surprise ever! This certainly explains why my husband slipped my camera into my gear bag.<br />
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My friend Michele who came as my race support was in on the whole thing. Nice work ladies!<br />
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One of the best things about the Missoula Half-Marathon is the 6 AM early start time. You're done before the heat of the day, get back to the hotel while they are still serving continental breakfast, and you don't have to worry about asking for a late check-out time. <br />
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Although, it is quite alarming to be sitting in the race starting area and turn on your Garmin to see the time read 3:45 AM. Wait, what!? Oh yeah, my watch doesn't know it is an hour later in Montana, but after only three hours of sleep that doesn't make me feel any better. 4:45 AM is too early to be waiting in the freezing dark with 3499 other people who had the same bright idea.<br />
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Our lineup starts with a moment of silence for the victims of Boston then the National Anthem. A cannon booms and fireworks explode in the air marking the start of the race. I begin my 13th half-marathon as the sun rises hoping it will be my lucky baker's dozen...<br />
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Smooth first mile less a stop to tie my shoelace and starting to feel the need to pee. Really? Maybe I can outrun the need to stop; I've done it before. Miles 2-4 feel great, but I still need to pee. Running along side a beautiful flowing river isn't helping.<br />
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Somewhere in mile 4, I have my first Michele and Cathy sighting. Who can miss Cathy's outfit and cowbell?<br />
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By mile 6 I'm ahead of my goal time, but now my teeth are floating and I'm afraid I'm going to pee myself with every step I take. I give up and stop to get in the porta-potty line. Then I wait, and wait, and do a potty dance, and wait some more; It feels like an eternity! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Doing a potty-dance while the guy behind </strong><br />
<strong>me </strong><strong>looks like he's about to blow chunks</strong>.</td></tr>
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Somewhere between 7-10 minutes later I get back on the road. Now I'm behind my goal time so I pick up the pace to see if I can make up some of the difference. I'm encouraged by more Michele and Cathy drive-bye screams, cowbell ringing, photos, and waves.<br />
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By mile 10 fatigue is setting in and I give up on making my race goal. No PR race for me, I just can't make up all the time I lost at the potty stop. Disappointing.<br />
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Mile 11 seals my no PR fate with a calf cramp. I stop to stretch it out, then take it easy on my last two miles. I turn the final corner and sprint the quarter mile to the finish line. <br />
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Official time: 2:35:32 with another "lucky horse shoe" medal to take home to my son!<br />
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This is a great race and one I highly recommend. Next year we'll see Michele out there and I'll be snapping pictures of her!<br />
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Like the end of a movie, I have a few out-take/honorable mention moments from this trip:<br />
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<strong>Best begging sign:</strong> "Will wrestle mother-in-law for 5 bucks." -Bum on Higgins Street<br />
<strong>Most clueless guy:</strong> Motel neighbor hanging out in his room with nothing but briefs on. (Buddy, the sheer shades don't work when it is dark outside and you have your room lights on.)<br />
<strong>Worst smell:</strong> Burning rubber from three cop cars screaming past us.<br />
<strong>Biggest shock:</strong> Guy with his pants down in the middle of downtown.<br />
<strong>Amazing sight:</strong> A buck and four does swimming across the river.<br />
<strong>Amazing sight runner up:</strong> Cow elk eating grass in a pasture.<br />
<strong>Quick thinking:</strong> Using your running gear bag as your barf bag. (Wasn't me, I swear!)<br />
<strong>Best luck:</strong> Leaving your purse in the car with window down and having it still be there when you returned.<br />
<strong>Best moment:</strong> Realizing that Freddie Kruger was not there to kill me, but to cheer me on.<br />
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With that race behind me, it is now time to slow down and enjoy the rest of the summer with my family. Smartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854418485511437752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508765340279869176.post-17337530505912440212013-07-09T11:16:00.001-07:002013-07-09T11:16:39.821-07:00Seattle Rock 'n' Roll Half-Marathon 6.22.13<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Anemia sucks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mood
and energy level feels like I should be in my last trimester of pregnancy, less
the excuse of being pregnant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Increased
demand on my body from training has wiped me out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back to iron supplements…goody, goody.</span></span><br />
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body keeps performing well for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
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racing; ran sub 10-minute miles on my recent 5K race (smokin' fast for me), improved
my marathon time by over an hour, and beat my last Seattle Rock ‘N’ Roll
half-marathon time by almost ten minutes!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Speaking of the Seattle RNR half, I need to start with a
confession.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m burned out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been trying for two and a half years to
get back into shape and I’m tired and frustrated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Due to life and illness, my training has been
spotty; I haven’t been able to complete a whole training plan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m trying to stay positive and look forward
to something…usually that is my upcoming race but not in this case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Honestly, I didn’t want to run the Seattle
RNR (although when I signed up in January I thought I did).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seeing friends and family was fantastic and
getting a medal at the end of a workout was great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But truth be told, I’m not a fan of running
hills, freeway, or tunnels especially when they are all in one race including half a mile uphill to the finish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">The Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll half-marathon is a great race, but
my attitude sucked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, the
start/finish line had a ton of police officers and bomb-squad officers/dogs/trucks
which created an eerie feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt
like a sitting duck and it made me sad for Boston; so much for pre-race
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Based on many things, I knew this wouldn’t be a PR race for
me so I made a commitment to instead find inspiration in this race.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite the hot day with people getting
medical treatment about every other mile (one guy had fallen and was a total
bloody mess) here is the inspiration and kindness I experienced:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kerrie <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">(<a href="http://momvsmarathon.sanitydepartment.com/" target="_blank">Mom vs. Marathon</a>) (</span></b>a fellow mother, runner, blogger, and Facebook
friend) picked me up and gave me a ride to the starting line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you Kerrie, you have NO idea how
grateful I am for that! Click the link above to check out her blog or find her on Facebook Click <a href="https://www.facebook.com/momvsmarathon" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mile 7-8ish honors fallen
soldiers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have no words to give this experience
justice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still had tears despite
trying to prepare myself knowing it was coming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I watched a military veteran running
with two lower-leg prosthetics cross the finish line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The crowd’s cheers of support were
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M<span style="font-family: Calibri;">y friends, Amy and Jon, let me
crash at their house plus went out of their way to pick me up after the race.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They took me to see one of my best friends
from college then back to my car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
cannot thank you two enough!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A woman working at the Renton
Community Center (where my car was parked) allowed me to use their locker room
to clean up and change so I didn’t have to sit in my sweaty ripeness for my 4.5
hour drive home.</span><br />
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Missoula race this weekend excited, optimistic, and ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had my personal record run there last year and I'd LOVE for a repeat event. We'll see....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>It's a cool 51 degrees, overcast with a breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The heavy clouds are taunting us with a chance of rain. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Easily, three quarters of the runners are standing with me in a port-a-potty line calculating in our heads if we will make it through the line before the race starts.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I make it through with three minutes to spare. Perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we're off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Down the road we go.</strong></span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>The first two miles come and go and then I see my ROCK: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cathy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is there snapping photos and video like the paparazzi.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She briefly runs with me, fueling me with encouragement, and then doubles back to her car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mile 3 I spot her again and ask "Do you have Kleenex in your car?" To which she replies, "Yes, but you really need to learn how to do a farmer blow."</strong></span> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>The course loops back down to the park road. I smile and think of my dogs Rhonda and Pepper (both now watching me from heaven) who used to run this "road" with me when it was an alfalfa field in our back yard, literally. I used to live there in an old farm house on 300 acres. Now, the house is gone and the alfalfa field has been transformed into housing developments and this park.</strong></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Seven and a half miles, and two more Cathy sightings later, I leave Liberty Lake and enter the beautiful, but isolated, Centennial trail. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I plug myself into my iPod, turn it on, and crank up the tunes.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I keep a solid pace for the first 15 miles. I'm surprised with a few more Cathy sightings at some of the trail heads and then she leaves to go cheer on my son at his soccer game that I’m missing.</strong></span> </span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hit my first wall at mile 16.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s more mental than physical.</span></strong></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Shut up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">You chose to do this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Mile 18 and I cross Argonne Road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walk through the water station taking physical inventory of my body aches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m getting tired, but my body isn’t swearing at me yet.</strong></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I’ve run 18 miles and I’m just now leaving the f^@%ing Valley?</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I drive this to work every day and it takes me FOREVER in the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I’m running it!?</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"It's worth the wait even so far away...All alone, just the beat inside my soul. Take me home where my dreams are made of gold. In the zone, where the beat is uncontrolled. I know what it feels like. Come on make me feel alive." (Krewella)</span></o:p></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I hit my second wall at mile 21.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My body is tired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hips and lower back hurt.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I slow down to a walk-jog pattern.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pass mile 23 and see something that completely energizes me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cathy bringing my son to see me run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>DD is in his soccer gear and holding a ribbon he earned, beaming from ear to ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I run up and hug him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything stops:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my head talk, my body aches, and my worries about time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We snap photos, talk about the seven goals he scored in soccer, and then I move on feeling strong because I know he will be waiting for me at the finish line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They drive past honking, waving, and cheering out the car windows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Awesome!</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I thank the Police Officers directing traffic for me as cross the road to mile 24.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know one and we recognize each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gives me a high five and shouts out encouragement as I pass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I round the next corner and thank the volunteers for being there.</strong></span> </span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wow, they were a really excited bunch.</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wait.</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Was that MY name on the sign she was holding?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I look back and recognize one of my awesome high school students holding a sign for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I run back, and give her a big hug. (Sorry, I realize now that I was nasty sweaty and that was gross.)</strong></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">She has no idea just how much that means to me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That is so awesome.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I’m almost home and have run this part of the trail many times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know it like the back of my hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m feeling confident and excited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I select songs on my IPod that will help me finish strong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pass mile 25.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I see DD and Cathy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are waiting for me at the beginning of the finisher chute. The announcer is calling me in by name and then I stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m ten yards away from crossing the finish line. Out of instinct I run to my son and hug him. He'd always wanted to see me finish a race and now he will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I grabbed his hand.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Run with me.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>“I can’t go in there.” (My good rule follower.)</strong></span></div>
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<strong>He is holding the ribbon he earned at his soccer tournament.</strong></td></tr>
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