Last week I ran my fourth half marathon. I cannot believe those words can even come out of my mouth (or onto this blog) and be true! This year's race day was actually one of my favorites. I was sad to not have some of the usual suspects around, but my cousin Maria Elena was there at the start right next to me and that was all I needed. As soon as we were able to cross the start line and she made her pace that she was trying to keep known to me, I told her to run ahead, ha...there was no way I was keeping up, but just having her there for the anticipation of the start was a huge help. Thankfully, the race angels were with us for another year and the weather held out. Although I'm sure it was just Mom-Mom looking out for us. It was high 30's/low 40's and sunny for most of the race. Perfect running weather. While I knew I wouldn't be running quite as fast as last year, I felt better...especially considering last year I felt as if I was going to puke on the car ride downtown before the race. I was ready this time around. My training had not been the best, but I was determined.
One of the first things I saw the morning of the race, after hitting up the long bathroom lines, was the NYC Corral. After Hurricane Sandy good ol' Mayor Nutter opened up 3000 spots in the race for NYC Marathon runners. What I didn't know is that they had created NYC specific Corrals...there were two of them. I nearly lost it just looking at that group, such determination, it was amazing. Not only had they trained for months, but then their marathon was canceled last minute in response to the Hurricane. Who knows how many of those runners may have been directly affected by the devastation left by Sandy, but there they were on the Parkway ready to run in the Philly Marathon. Throughout the race I saw people running in their NYC Marathon shirts, and some had written "Thank You Philly" on the back. The appreciation that the NY runners showed towards Philadelphia was truly overwhelming. It made me so proud to be from Philadelphia and to call NY home.
One of my main goals each year is to run as far as I can in the race before even thinking of taking a walking break. Last year I only made it to Mile 3 as I was severely cramping and had to tell my cousin to run ahead. I walked almost all of Mile 4 last year and finally picked up pace again at the end of Mile 5. I was able to run faster last year however. This year I was actually able to run all the way through to about Mile 7.5! It was a huge accomplishment for me. Two things that truly kept me going were the exceptional sideline signs this year. I really think people stepped up their game in their witty remarks. And I don't know what it says about Philly with the amount of "Run like you just stole something" signs I saw, hahaha. My favorite that I can remember was around Mile 4 with a sign that read "If you were Paul Ryan you would have been here an hour ago". They made me laugh and kept my spirits up. I also saw a guy running who had taped "FU Sandy" to the back of his shirt. That one made me laugh, then cry a little, but mainly laugh.
The other amazing surprise was the random people on the sideline that I knew! At Mile 4 I was slightly struggling and then I saw my friends PJ and Bridget from Fordham. As I was running down Chestnut I saw my friend Bridget that I grew up with. Mile 10 I was really struggling, I knew the end was near, I had gotten past the big hill...and as I was running towards the Please Touch Museum I started thinking about AJ & Gina and their wedding that will be there in June. Then in the last mile along the river I saw my friend Bridget's dad on the sideline. It turns out he had already finished the half and was back waiting for his wife (who I saw afterwards). These little surprises gave me such energy boosts.
I crossed the finish line strong, knowing I didn't beat my time from last year, but still didn't put on a bad showing. I was proud of myself and actually felt good (little did I know that I'd be shivering the entire car ride home and wouldn't be able to walk for two days after, hahaha). One of the best surprises was Jeannine waiting for me at the finish line. She had, of course, finished hours before, ha...and found my parents and Trey. It was so great to see her.
I have to say...the entire race the one thought that kept running through my mind was how I would never run a full marathon, haha...but I truly can't wait to run my next half.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Two Milestones, One Week
Never in a million years would I think I'd be able to say that in three days I'd be running my fourth half marathon, and yet here I am three days from running my fourth Philadelphia Half Marathon. It's truly amazing, and while I am a horrible trainer and only run four months out of the year, it is still a major life moment for me. Doing it year after year has become fun, and while I don't get too nervous, I do get a nervous excited feeling on race morning. There isn't much like that adrenaline that fills your entire body and somehow makes your legs start moving as the crowd shuffles forward lurching ever so slowly toward the starting line. I have already decided that next year, to mark my fifth time running the race, I am going to not focus as much on my time and bring my camera along to document the race. These years of running and fundraising are some that I will never forget.
The second, and more important milestone comes one week from today. Next Thursday, November 22nd, is Trey's 17th birthday. Yup, 17! This is another milestone that we weren't sure would ever come. Well, to rephrase that, we as a family knew (or at least had faith) it would come, there were a lot of people around us that tried to prepare us for the worst. Trey was never expected to make it past a year, let alone all the way to seventeen. He was also never supposed to be able to go to school, let alone integrated public school. He was never supposed to be able to learn much of anything, let alone know how to make choices, which he can do...we just have to adapt to his style of doing things. The list is endless of things we weren't supposed to be able to do with him, but thankfully my parents listened to their hearts and not to the doctors on this one and we have never left Trey out of any family function...our family is not whole without him sitting at the table.
His strength and will to fight is what fuels us every single day in finding a way to help fund the research at CHOP. He has enough courage in his little toe than I could ever hope to have. I scoff at those doctors that expected the worst, as they didn't know what this little guy was made of. They didn't know where his family came from, that he comes from a long line of fighters and strong Italians, French, English...people who all had to fight for what they believed in. They didn't know the family that Trey had surrounding him, not only my parents, my older brother and myself, but that we have a vast web of grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles that are never ready to take "no" for an answer. We are a stubborn folk, and in this instance it did us well, knowing that there was always more that could be done. While I try to steer clear of getting too ahead of myself, knowing that Trey still has a very long road ahead of him, I still think those doctors that weren't willing to give him a second chance should have his picture on their walls to prove to themselves and their patients that anything is possible.
So next week while we are eating turkey with our entire family, we will also be getting ready to cut into some birthday cake and wish the little guy a very happy 17th birthday...and many more to come.
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The second, and more important milestone comes one week from today. Next Thursday, November 22nd, is Trey's 17th birthday. Yup, 17! This is another milestone that we weren't sure would ever come. Well, to rephrase that, we as a family knew (or at least had faith) it would come, there were a lot of people around us that tried to prepare us for the worst. Trey was never expected to make it past a year, let alone all the way to seventeen. He was also never supposed to be able to go to school, let alone integrated public school. He was never supposed to be able to learn much of anything, let alone know how to make choices, which he can do...we just have to adapt to his style of doing things. The list is endless of things we weren't supposed to be able to do with him, but thankfully my parents listened to their hearts and not to the doctors on this one and we have never left Trey out of any family function...our family is not whole without him sitting at the table.
His strength and will to fight is what fuels us every single day in finding a way to help fund the research at CHOP. He has enough courage in his little toe than I could ever hope to have. I scoff at those doctors that expected the worst, as they didn't know what this little guy was made of. They didn't know where his family came from, that he comes from a long line of fighters and strong Italians, French, English...people who all had to fight for what they believed in. They didn't know the family that Trey had surrounding him, not only my parents, my older brother and myself, but that we have a vast web of grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles that are never ready to take "no" for an answer. We are a stubborn folk, and in this instance it did us well, knowing that there was always more that could be done. While I try to steer clear of getting too ahead of myself, knowing that Trey still has a very long road ahead of him, I still think those doctors that weren't willing to give him a second chance should have his picture on their walls to prove to themselves and their patients that anything is possible.
So next week while we are eating turkey with our entire family, we will also be getting ready to cut into some birthday cake and wish the little guy a very happy 17th birthday...and many more to come.
www.tristanmullenfund.org
Saturday, October 27, 2012
It's All A Mind Game
Every year I have to remind myself that this whole running thing is truly mind over matter. This morning was a testament to that. My goal was 7 miles and I was going to get it done. I automatically felt better running, and once I went into the Park I knew I had this. Next weekend is the NYC Marathon, so Central Park is gearing up, as the last few miles are around the Park. It's always fun to run during this time, because there are a bunch of teams out and the closer we get the more international runners are out. I stopped at 96th for my water break and to take off my long sleeved shirt...seriously, I was in shorts and a t-shirt at this point. I really hope this weather holds up for another few weeks and just doesn't suddenly dive out of nowhere. I continued running and made it two whole miles without stopping at all, which is huge for me. As you go down the west side of the Park around 67th you see the full set up for the end of the marathon. It's so much fun to run through the bleachers and banners and just imagine yourself finishing the marathon.
I was doing so well at this point that there really was no reason for me to stop and walk at all, but I still did every so often. This is when I realized I definitely could have pushed myself a little harder. Never throughout my training do I ever push myself to my full potential, I'm not sure why...possibly I think that I'm holding it all for race day, who knows. I know I can do better, but if I'm going to hold it, that's fine. Race day always brings extra energy from the other runners, the people along the streets cheering and just the event itself that I always end up running a little faster than usual.
I got myself back around to E. 90th St. and took my second water break and walked a bit before heading back out. I agreed with myself that I was only going to walk one more time if needed since I was only 30 blocks away. Of course it was at this point that I started cramping in my chest, so I had to slow down a bit and focus on my breathing. I was finally able to get that under control and finished up my 7 miles. It felt great. I was running in my shoes from last year since my other sneakers are currently under my desk at work. And well...I may actually continue running in my old shoes, I felt a lot better than I had on Thursday when I ran in my newer shoes that I swear have been giving me problems. So who knows. I'm feeling good though.
Next week, depending on what the storm allows, I'm planning on doing another 5 and another 7, then the week after I'm aiming for 10. Last year I only got up to 7 in my training, but I'd love to get up to 10 this year and really feel comfortable, since I haven't been doing that much running. I also like to make myself feel better by saying that Central Park is a lot hillier than the half marathon course, except for that one hill around mile 9, ha...so if I continue on my pace in the Park I should be golden on race day. I'm gaining my confidence back and just can't wait now.
So yes...I think I should be fine, as long as that mind of mine doesn't get the better of me. It has had a habit of doing that lately, but I will soon win that battle and run a great race.
www.tristanmullenfund.org
I was doing so well at this point that there really was no reason for me to stop and walk at all, but I still did every so often. This is when I realized I definitely could have pushed myself a little harder. Never throughout my training do I ever push myself to my full potential, I'm not sure why...possibly I think that I'm holding it all for race day, who knows. I know I can do better, but if I'm going to hold it, that's fine. Race day always brings extra energy from the other runners, the people along the streets cheering and just the event itself that I always end up running a little faster than usual.
I got myself back around to E. 90th St. and took my second water break and walked a bit before heading back out. I agreed with myself that I was only going to walk one more time if needed since I was only 30 blocks away. Of course it was at this point that I started cramping in my chest, so I had to slow down a bit and focus on my breathing. I was finally able to get that under control and finished up my 7 miles. It felt great. I was running in my shoes from last year since my other sneakers are currently under my desk at work. And well...I may actually continue running in my old shoes, I felt a lot better than I had on Thursday when I ran in my newer shoes that I swear have been giving me problems. So who knows. I'm feeling good though.
Next week, depending on what the storm allows, I'm planning on doing another 5 and another 7, then the week after I'm aiming for 10. Last year I only got up to 7 in my training, but I'd love to get up to 10 this year and really feel comfortable, since I haven't been doing that much running. I also like to make myself feel better by saying that Central Park is a lot hillier than the half marathon course, except for that one hill around mile 9, ha...so if I continue on my pace in the Park I should be golden on race day. I'm gaining my confidence back and just can't wait now.
So yes...I think I should be fine, as long as that mind of mine doesn't get the better of me. It has had a habit of doing that lately, but I will soon win that battle and run a great race.
www.tristanmullenfund.org
Thursday, October 25, 2012
5 Miles Down...What's 8 More?
This morning I slept through my alarm. I don't know how or why I missed my alarm, but I did. I woke up at 8:00a.m. and really contemplated not going out for my run this morning. It is just about 3 weeks until the half marathon and my training has been pretty non-existent. I'm obviously having a hard time motivating myself to get up and out, this morning being no exception. Knowing Robin was going to call into the show this morning to talk to the anchors (and Oprah!) I wanted to be around to watch it live, so that meant I couldn't go anywhere until 9a.m. I promised myself I'd get dressed and go running after the show.
Now...I have spoken to Robin over the past months that she's been out. I even had the pleasure of visiting with her just this week. For some reason listening to her call into the show, hearing her voice on air talking to the other anchors really gave me that kick in the ass that I've needed. It was so amazing seeing everyone's reactions and just hearing how full of life she was. There was no excuse for me to go out and run a few miles, it just seemed silly. I looked down at my left wrist where I wear both my Team Robin bracelet and my St. John Neumann bracelet for Mom-Mom and out I went.
Right away I knew this run would be different. My shoes were still bothering me, therefore my legs/knees were hurting, but the endurance was there. Someone finally decided to tell my lungs that I'm running! It made such a difference. I, admittedly, usually have to walk some of the distance. As I said in one of my last posts "there is no shame in walking," but I was able to run most of this! I made it to 96th in Central Park where I cut over to the reservoir and I only walked two very short distances all the way around the reservoir! My way home was the same. It was so uplifting, I am still feeling the endorphins. I even ran a quicker pace by a whole minute than the last time I ran, which makes me feel so much better.
So while I'm still contemplating whether or not I need to buy new shoes, I am completely motivated to get back out there and run on Saturday. The goal? 7 miles! My confidence is building and it feels great.
Thank you to Robin and Mom-Mom for always motivating me and I can't wait to carry both of you with me throughout Philadelphia in three weeks. It's going to be a great day, I just know it.
Don't forget to donate or leave an encouraging message!
www.tristanmullenfund.org
Now...I have spoken to Robin over the past months that she's been out. I even had the pleasure of visiting with her just this week. For some reason listening to her call into the show, hearing her voice on air talking to the other anchors really gave me that kick in the ass that I've needed. It was so amazing seeing everyone's reactions and just hearing how full of life she was. There was no excuse for me to go out and run a few miles, it just seemed silly. I looked down at my left wrist where I wear both my Team Robin bracelet and my St. John Neumann bracelet for Mom-Mom and out I went.
Right away I knew this run would be different. My shoes were still bothering me, therefore my legs/knees were hurting, but the endurance was there. Someone finally decided to tell my lungs that I'm running! It made such a difference. I, admittedly, usually have to walk some of the distance. As I said in one of my last posts "there is no shame in walking," but I was able to run most of this! I made it to 96th in Central Park where I cut over to the reservoir and I only walked two very short distances all the way around the reservoir! My way home was the same. It was so uplifting, I am still feeling the endorphins. I even ran a quicker pace by a whole minute than the last time I ran, which makes me feel so much better.
So while I'm still contemplating whether or not I need to buy new shoes, I am completely motivated to get back out there and run on Saturday. The goal? 7 miles! My confidence is building and it feels great.
Thank you to Robin and Mom-Mom for always motivating me and I can't wait to carry both of you with me throughout Philadelphia in three weeks. It's going to be a great day, I just know it.
Don't forget to donate or leave an encouraging message!
www.tristanmullenfund.org
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Send Your Money, Prayers, Encouragement, Hugs, Cheers, and Money
Every year this is the most awkward part of running this race...when I remember that it's actually a fundraiser and I have to reach out and ask people for money. Everyone has been absolutely amazing throughout the years and it is that support that keeps me going. So...read the letter below, donate, send prayers, give your favorite runner a hug, come cheer us on on race day! Thank you for everything! Love you all!
Hello Friends and Family!!!---You guessed it, it's that time of year again. The time has come for me to claim I'm training for a half marathon and then three weeks before start actually running, ha. Yup...that's basically where I am with things. Our 5th Annual Tristan's Run, as part of The Philadelphia Half/Full Marathon is in less than four weeks on November 18th! We are continuing to raise money for The Tristan Mullen Fund at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, directly supporting the Mitochondrial Research Center. I cannot thank you enough for all of your support through the years. With your amazing donations, we raised $25,000 just last year, bringing us to over $65,000 total for the past four years!!! Our goal is to raise another $25,000 and then just keep on going. With these donations we have already had one study published, and I cannot even imagine the amount of kids out there just like Trey, and those still to come, that we will continue to be able to help. This is Tristan's legacy, as the research may not help him directly, but I have faith that there is a cure out there for this so called "Tristan Disease" and I know he would want the doctors at CHOP to be able to do all that they can to find it.
Hello Friends and Family!!!---You guessed it, it's that time of year again. The time has come for me to claim I'm training for a half marathon and then three weeks before start actually running, ha. Yup...that's basically where I am with things. Our 5th Annual Tristan's Run, as part of The Philadelphia Half/Full Marathon is in less than four weeks on November 18th! We are continuing to raise money for The Tristan Mullen Fund at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, directly supporting the Mitochondrial Research Center. I cannot thank you enough for all of your support through the years. With your amazing donations, we raised $25,000 just last year, bringing us to over $65,000 total for the past four years!!! Our goal is to raise another $25,000 and then just keep on going. With these donations we have already had one study published, and I cannot even imagine the amount of kids out there just like Trey, and those still to come, that we will continue to be able to help. This is Tristan's legacy, as the research may not help him directly, but I have faith that there is a cure out there for this so called "Tristan Disease" and I know he would want the doctors at CHOP to be able to do all that they can to find it.
As for Trey...he's pretty rad, as usual. He is currently in his Junior year at Great Valley High School. He and my mom are going to become a part of the Drama Guild in the winter helping with costumes and just generally bringing good cheer, which is very exciting for both of them. They used to do this when Ian and I did the plays at Carroll, and between my mom's expert sewing skills and Trey's ability to keep anyone company, they're a great team. This past August we were able to make a trip down to Disney, which he loved. He even took a trip on the Amtrak auto train on their way to Orlando!. In November we will all take a trip down to Cape May, NJ to spend Thanksgiving with the entire Pippett clan, and I'm sure Trey can't wait to spend some time with his cousins.
While we are asking for your donations, we know that times are hard, so we will take anything you can give us...your money, your kind words of encouragement, you cheering us on along the Parkway on race day, a hug...any of the above, ha. As I said, the race is on Sunday, November 18th starting and finishing at the Ben Franklin Parkway (think steps from Rocky for all you non-Philadelphians, ha) and we run throughout South Philadelphia, so I would love to see some of you out there cheering us on. You have no idea how far your encouragement can take us runners.
Year after year Tristan and the rest of my family are completely overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support by this community that we have found loves Trey just as much as we do, that I want to thank you in advance. It has truly been a blessing to be a part of this these past four years. There aren't many people that could get me to run 13.1 miles every November, but...anything for the little guy.
So...please go to our team website, www.tristanmullenfund.org and donate. No amount is too little (or too big, ha!)
Thank you so much.
Love and peace,
Sonny
Saturday, August 25, 2012
There Is No Shame In Walking
This is something I have to remind myself every year as I begin training, and I've found once I've come to peace with the fact that there is no shame in walking my training goes to a whole new level.
This morning I actually got myself out of bed and set off to run my scheduled 4 miles. Ironically, there apparently had been a Harlem 5K this morning, so for about the first five blocks of my run I kept seeing people with bibs carefully pinned on their shirts, which pushed me to keep my feet moving. I also tried a different route today, saying goodbye to the boring, flat sidewalk, and heading straight into Central Park facing the Great Hill feet first. It was at this point that I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up my pace, but the rule I have made with myself over the years is that I'm not allowed to walk downhill, it's actually harder to walk downhill anyway. So, I ran as far as I could up the hill and then took breathers, setting my sights on a lamppost or street sign, saying that once I reached that landmark the feet better start picking up the pace again. Needless to say, my pace this morning was crap, but...I did it. I ran down to and around the reservoir and when I came to where I had entered the reservoir's path I thought I still had another mile and a half to make up. As I took one more look at my RunKeeper app on my phone and realized my math was way off and I really only had about .7 miles left I was reenergized and started running north. As soon as I hit that 4 mile marker I walked the rest of the way home. The one consolation was that even though I walked probably about a third of my run, I had it in me to go even further. So yes, my pace was crap, but really...it's only my second day back running. I feel a little bit more hopeful and just pray this can continue.
I did buy new blue shoes on Thursday, so it's always fun running in new pretty shoes. One technical difficulty is that the tongue of my sneaker keeps sliding to the outside of my foot, leaving my instep exposed to the tightened laces. I'm sure I'll figure this out sooner or later. The good thing is that they are comfortable, and did I mention that they're blue and pretty? hehe.
One thing I'm constantly reminded of, especially as I get frustrated because I need to walk at times, is that sooner or later this whole thing becomes bigger than me...no matter how hard the training and no matter how hard I may be on myself, this whole running thing truly is bigger than me, or any of us for that matter. I remember in high school when Dipi, Coach Bhaya, or Coach (we were only really allowed to call her Coach or Coach Bhaya, ha...Dipi was for us to call her behind closed doors), would run us ragged in field hockey practice during our preseason two-a-days. She'd use the entire morning for conditioning, running us into the ground with her various drills she previously tested out on college level athletes. While I was never very good at running, and truly dreaded most of what she threw at us, there was one in particular that really wore me out. Dipi would simply tell us to run around the field for 20 minutes. We could go in any direction we wanted, zig zag, whatever...just keep moving. I'd be worn out after 5 minutes, but as morose as it may sound I just kept thinking about those that had gone before us...we said goodbye to someone almost once a year at that point, and I would think of Trey...if all of these people could go through what they had I could certainly run around the field for 20 minutes. Seems silly to compare the two at all, right? This method has always gotten me through though. And now when I'm training for a half marathon, which is still mind boggling, I continue to think of those that have passed through the years, because unfortunately the goodbyes haven't stopped. This year in particular we've said goodbye to some great ones, and when I'm running I know they'll lift me through those hard times. So for now I may walk a bit, but when it's race time, those angels will all be right on my shoulders ready to bring me to the finish line. It's like my own personal version of Angels In the Outfield...only let's say it's Angels In The Half Marathon...hmm...I'm sure I can come up with something better for that title, but you get the drift, ha.
This morning I actually got myself out of bed and set off to run my scheduled 4 miles. Ironically, there apparently had been a Harlem 5K this morning, so for about the first five blocks of my run I kept seeing people with bibs carefully pinned on their shirts, which pushed me to keep my feet moving. I also tried a different route today, saying goodbye to the boring, flat sidewalk, and heading straight into Central Park facing the Great Hill feet first. It was at this point that I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up my pace, but the rule I have made with myself over the years is that I'm not allowed to walk downhill, it's actually harder to walk downhill anyway. So, I ran as far as I could up the hill and then took breathers, setting my sights on a lamppost or street sign, saying that once I reached that landmark the feet better start picking up the pace again. Needless to say, my pace this morning was crap, but...I did it. I ran down to and around the reservoir and when I came to where I had entered the reservoir's path I thought I still had another mile and a half to make up. As I took one more look at my RunKeeper app on my phone and realized my math was way off and I really only had about .7 miles left I was reenergized and started running north. As soon as I hit that 4 mile marker I walked the rest of the way home. The one consolation was that even though I walked probably about a third of my run, I had it in me to go even further. So yes, my pace was crap, but really...it's only my second day back running. I feel a little bit more hopeful and just pray this can continue.
I did buy new blue shoes on Thursday, so it's always fun running in new pretty shoes. One technical difficulty is that the tongue of my sneaker keeps sliding to the outside of my foot, leaving my instep exposed to the tightened laces. I'm sure I'll figure this out sooner or later. The good thing is that they are comfortable, and did I mention that they're blue and pretty? hehe.
One thing I'm constantly reminded of, especially as I get frustrated because I need to walk at times, is that sooner or later this whole thing becomes bigger than me...no matter how hard the training and no matter how hard I may be on myself, this whole running thing truly is bigger than me, or any of us for that matter. I remember in high school when Dipi, Coach Bhaya, or Coach (we were only really allowed to call her Coach or Coach Bhaya, ha...Dipi was for us to call her behind closed doors), would run us ragged in field hockey practice during our preseason two-a-days. She'd use the entire morning for conditioning, running us into the ground with her various drills she previously tested out on college level athletes. While I was never very good at running, and truly dreaded most of what she threw at us, there was one in particular that really wore me out. Dipi would simply tell us to run around the field for 20 minutes. We could go in any direction we wanted, zig zag, whatever...just keep moving. I'd be worn out after 5 minutes, but as morose as it may sound I just kept thinking about those that had gone before us...we said goodbye to someone almost once a year at that point, and I would think of Trey...if all of these people could go through what they had I could certainly run around the field for 20 minutes. Seems silly to compare the two at all, right? This method has always gotten me through though. And now when I'm training for a half marathon, which is still mind boggling, I continue to think of those that have passed through the years, because unfortunately the goodbyes haven't stopped. This year in particular we've said goodbye to some great ones, and when I'm running I know they'll lift me through those hard times. So for now I may walk a bit, but when it's race time, those angels will all be right on my shoulders ready to bring me to the finish line. It's like my own personal version of Angels In the Outfield...only let's say it's Angels In The Half Marathon...hmm...I'm sure I can come up with something better for that title, but you get the drift, ha.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Race Training Day 2--Epic Fail
So it's true, I couldn't pull myself out of bed this morning to go running. I hit that ever present snooze button time after time until I had to go to work. I slightly feel like I failed today, but at the same time I'm trying to not be too hard on myself. I have tomorrow afternoon I could go running, and no matter what I'll go running Saturday and do the steps on Sunday. I just don't want to start getting too far behind too quickly. I am still pretty sore from that first pitiful run and going down steps is nearly torture, I'd almost rather fall down the steps, ha.
There are so many excuses I could make, but really...I just need to wake up and get my butt out the door. It'll happen, one day at a time.
Today however...I think I'm going to try on some new sneakers. Very exciting indeed.
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