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kiss me: i’m a half marathoner

i officially became a half marathoner on Saturday. the road to get there was hard. i did not train as often as i should’ve, i almost quit before i even began, and it is doubtful that i will ever run that kind of distance again.

what i eventually learned from this experience and about myself.

1. i am a whiner. i whined a week prior to the race. i whined the day of the race. and then i whined some more during the race. until i noticed a blind man running ahead of me. he was holding onto a simple string attached to his running buddy. his step was confident and cheerful, it never faltered. five minutes later, i noticed a man without a leg run by me. he was hopping on his leg and with the use of crutches, and holy shit, good spirits and determination he went on his jolly way. that shut me up. i saw a girl stumble ahead of me, by the time i ran past her a medic was massaging her calf and a coach was soothing her tears. a boy limped his way past the finish line with both knees iced & bandaged.

2. saving graces. running in hilly Baltimore prepared me for the flatter streets of DC, much to my delight. i did not train that much but when i did, it was on hills and usually with elevation on the treadmill. thank gawd.

3. i can maintain. when in the presence of other runners, who for all i know have had bad training habits, injuries, or whatever, i ran with it. for about 8 miles i ran a solid 11minute mile. only when my left foot started feeling weird did i slow my pace.

4. i listen to my body. i still hobble. after that weird foot feeling, i changed my gait and then my left calf started to seize. the remaining distance was significantly slower. i wasn’t going to finish this race injured in any way, i listened to what my body had to say, made adjustments and walked if i had to. i double fisted water & gatorade at every water station, grabbed half a banana, and at miles 5 and 10 i hate half a granola bar when my stomach rumbled. this made all the difference in how i felt internally during the race and post-race.

5. i’m a crybaby. i cried at mile 9, 10, 11 and 12. quitting did not enter my mind but i certainly did question if i could finish. i wondered what made me even want to tackle this challenge, i was happy with doing 5Ks last year. but i showed up. it had to be done. so it was done.

6. i am thankful. that two days after the only effects i feel are the tightness in both limbs and a slight twinge in my lower back. i will take this week off, because i can. then i will put my running shoes back on and sign up for a much shorter race for the coming spring season.

official time – 2:52:44

grim determination = half marathon completed!


have courage

in my real life, the one that is slightly more realer than this here space, i’ve been busy. too busy to blog. not training for the half marathon this weekend, but i’ll still show up & walk it if i have to. thinking about a whole new blog design & server for my other space. in talks for a possible new project with friends who seriously believe the shit out of me and i am so scared that i will let them down. all is well in the romance department, so well that there is talk of official co-habitation (!!). mortgage refinance, which is freaking me the hell out. and an invitation to enter a cooking contest. i’m not so much worried about the prizes or the cooking demo thing… i’m thinking about what i will wear.

what is wrong with me?

have courage

one year of running

exactly one year ago today, i started Couch to 5K.

i’m still not very fast, i’m a solid 12 minute mile girl, but i show up. i get it done. i don’t particularly love running but it certainly has improved my life. $5wordGuy*, from now on, dw, doesn’t train like i do. he might run a few times before a race and despite this, he rocks. i finally learned why last night.

starting young

he’s been running since he was 4! how adorable is he? i mean, really, i don’t stand a chance in races. not that it matters, he always runs back to wherever i am to cheer me on. he is my biggest fan.

two thousand twelve

last year. 2011. it was a good year.

i went head first into online dating. it lasted all of 3 weeks.
i’m not complaining.
i met the love of my life.
on January 10th, it’ll be a full year that i started running.
i ran 7 races, 6 of them just 5Ks and one was a marathon relay, my leg was 7miles.
i’ve signed up for my first half marathon in DC in March. there is talk of another half, this time in another state.
all year i fretted that i would hurt myself running. i didn’t. instead, i hurt myself walking down the stairs while trying to read a text message. my ankle is still sore.
i attended concerts. 8 of them, 3 of which were for the same guy.
this year, i stepped away from old habits, i put my camera down, i simplified my life, i nourished not only my body, but my heart.
i let disquiet settle in my being & rather than be drowned by it, i learned from it.
i learned about our humble abode, how we are wrecking it and how we can make it better, one organic step at a time.
i laughed far more than i cried, but when tears were shed, they were given freely and without armor.
there were kisses and hugs, more in a moment than in all my life previous. more today than yesterday, and more tomorrow than even today.

2011 came in quiet, in a foreign land, among friends. it ended with sparklers, in the cold, while holding hands. i counted the stars, watched our breath fog the night air. it was perfect.
last year was grace, my saving grace. i have a gentle hope that it will continue to bless me. it is not selfish to hope for more, there is always room for improvement and i have mad hope that it does. for me. for you. for everyone.

Louisville, KY

the guy in the headlock won.

5K by the river

i just spent 4 days in Louisville, KY. two main things i did was attend a wrestling match. it’s where people go to get practice before they do wwf/wwe. it’s also where people go on a blustery wednesday night to witness grown men in tights pretend to hit each other. it was fantastic.

i also ran a 5K. $5wordGuy* and i happened to see a sign for a half marathon and tho we could not sign up for it, we decided to do the 5K instead. he ran his best PR at 24:something and i was my usual 12 minute mile girl and finished at 36:something.

in other news, i signed up for my first half marathon. Training in Full Effect.