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It’s Hot Here

My Husband got a new job.  So we packed up and moved half way across the country and returned to our Native Homeland, Texas.  It’s good to be back.  Lots of family, lots of friends, but also lots of heat.  I hate to whine, but it’s hot!  And humid!  Seriously I guess I forgot just how hot it is in Texas.  I had grown used to snow in June.  I was used to early morning training in 30 degree temperatures.  Now I look at the thermometer in my car at 9 am and it reads 86.  I’m afraid to run in it.  Sunday my husband pushed me out the door at 1pm for a quick run.  He promised to meet me at my brother’s house for a dip in the pool at the end of my run.  At mile 2 I was hot, too hot.  I started walking and pumping my fists to make the tingly feeling go away.  Luckily I made it to my brother’s house and drank lots of gatorade and the saltiest chips I could find.  But now. . .I’m even more afraid to get out there and run in this Texas heat.  I know I should just get up early and go, but I hate going alone that early.  Ugh, I guess I need to suck it up, stop whining, and join a class at Run On!.  I also need a goal.  I’m toying with White Rock Lake’s Half Marathon in December, but part of me wants to push me to train for the whole sha-bang, the marathon.  I need Missy and Jenn to live here too, then I’d have running buddies.  Ok, enough whining.  The good news is that Rob signed us up for 24 Hours Fitness and I actually went to the building today and let them finger print me.  Tomorrow I have a date with a treadmill in an air-conditioned room.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

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Goodbye Dirty Half

I did it.  I ran a half marathon.  It took me 2 hours and 47 minutes.  If a fortune teller  had ever told me, “One day you will run for almost three hours.”  I would have asked, “Am I being chased? No, you’re just wrong.  I’d never do anything that stupid.”  And yet, here I am 4 months shy of my 40th birthday and I just ran for almost three hours.

For those of you who don’t really know me, I did not grow up participating in organized sports.  I played softball in first and seventh grades, and I did one summer of swim team. We did spend countless hours waterskiing, but we were never very good at it.  Other than that I was a drama club kid.  My life’s ambition in high school was to be as dark and brooding as Ally Sheedy was in The Breakfast Club.  I even bought an enormous purse to hide behind.  The most running I ever did in High School was the mile and half you had to complete for the presidential physical fitness test to pass P.E.  So a year ago when I ran the Heaven Can Wait 5K without any training I thought, wait a minute, I just ran 3 miles, maybe I could become a runner.  After all I had just watched my husband drop 40 pounds, and 100 points on his cholesterol by running.  I was inspired.

As the race director promised right before we took off, the race was difficult.  Running uphill for the first 6 miles takes a lot out of you.  The trail climbs 1000 feet before you finish running, but it was worth it.  The second half of the run was gorgeous.  At about mile 8, I looked out into the forest and I thought, this is beautiful.  I didn’t feel tired or hot or stupid, I was just enjoying being alive.  When I saw Rob and the kids at the end of the trail I started crying.  I was so happy to see them, to be done, and to know I had reached my goal. By the end of the race I was exhausted and if anyone had asked me then if I would do it again I would have yelled, “No!  I’ll never run again.”  But now with a day behind me, I think I will do more races.  I don’t know if the Dirty Half is in my future, or if a full marathon is, but I know I will keep running and training.  I’ll keep you posted.

I know that I would not have succeeded without a support group. My family was an excellent source of support and I thank them. I could not have done it without Rob taking the kids every Sunday morning so I could get in my long runs.  I would not have made it without Missy and Jen.  The three of us kept each other going when one of us was ready to give up.  I could not ask for better running partners.  I owe a huge thank you to Chris Cooper at Therapeutic Associates at the Athletic Club of Bend.  He encouraged me to keep going when I thought my injured ankle had shut the door on my goal.  His Physical Therapy helped me to heal and become stronger.  I also need to thank all of the folks at the Footzone and the Learn to Run participants.  What an amazing support group!  I loved seeing all of the blue shirts throughout the race.  I knew I was never alone.  I also owe a huge thank you to all of you who have been following me on this journey.  Thank you for all of your support, comments, and emails.  I felt your presence as I set out for my Half Marathon Sunday morning.  I left feeling so uplifted and joyous knowing that there were so many good thoughts for me out there. And last, but not least, Super Star Connie Austin. She was our fearless leader, friend, mentor, inspiration, and magic dust sprinkler!  The second half of the trail was much harder without Connie there sharing funny and sad stories. Instead we followed her lead and listed what we were grateful for during this process, our lists included Connie herself.  Connie inspired us to be grateful and strong.  Thank you for believing in us!  You helped us to believe in ourselves. Thank you Connie!

What’s next?  Well I start my swimming class in a week, so I’ll let you know if I drown or if I decide to compete in the Sprint Distance Triathlon in July.