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Catching up and Juneathon

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My life has been a constant whirlwind for the past three weeks, nothing bad, just a lot of things involving the end of school, cycling trips and Sister Runner Amy and her kids visiting. And if I had to pick which was the most exhausting, keeping track of a 3 and 5 year-old wins hands down. I adore those kiddos, but give me a 40-mile bike ride any day. I’m old, so sue me.  But the visit was fun and was full of swimming, amusement parks, birthday party, all things pink, and kitties with a little projectile vomit on the side.

And when all those things were not in action, I involuntarily became an authority on Lego Star Wars people – since it was the main topic of conversation for 4 days straight. I’m not kidding. If Cole wasn’t holding his nose to jump in the pool, he was talking about Lego Star Wars people. And in case you were wondering, I want my Princess Leia to have a rainbow light saber.

What? No running you say. No. Sadly, SRA fell in the pool as she was rescuing Harper from a renegade turtle float incident and busted her ass pretty seriously. I didn’t see it personally – but I got the daily details on bruising progress. Which leads me to Juneathon. I agreed to do a Juneathon with the only requirements being to exercise everyday. And unless you count hanging swimming and chasing two little ones for four days, then I might just be disqualified. I’m not sure, but maybe if no one says anything I’ll be safe. So let’s keep it quiet and focus on the 24 miles I rode on this morning. Oh, and the swim lesson I had yesterday and tomorrow and the 30 mile ride I have coming up on Thursday.

Okay now, I know this is a jumbled mess. But I’m tired and I have that little fashion show I promised a while back. I got some awesome new things for my birthday and sadly I can’t wear them all at once, so I’ll see if I can make that fashion show happen tomorrow so I can at least try all the clothes on in the same day. But for now just enjoy the pictures of Sister Runner Amy and the kid’s visit and pretend you can’t see the typos and run-on sentences.

That’s more like it

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Yeah. 23 miles was on my plan for the day. I ran 5 and quit. Would you like me to bullet my excuses? No? Well I’m gonna do it anyway.

  • Our power went out last night and I got up late
  • When I did make it out the door it was almost 7AM
  • And at 7AM it was already 83 degrees with 80% humidity
  • I thought I was going to die before I even got to the end of the street
  • I was so sweaty and sticky by 1/2 mile into it
  • My calves and the arches of my feet started cramping
  • Seriously, who has arch cramps? That’s just stupid
  • Stupid with a big, stupid capital S
  • S for stupid, stupid, stupid
  • I had a really bad attitude because I’m so freaking tired of this hot and stupid weather
  • And stupid humidity
  • I started walking about 3 miles into the run because I was so stupid hot
  • I averaged a 14 mph stupid speed
  • I took Friday AND Saturday off as rest days to prepare for the 23 miles
  • But I’ve been so very tired
  • Because of the stupid weather
  • I got a 108.66 miles in this month, just 10 shy of my all time Septemberathon high of last year
  • If I had ran all 23 stupid miles, this month would be my all time high mileage month
  • But it’s not, stupidly

Okay now. I think I’ll try a do-over tomorrow morning with a better attitude. Although it will still be stupid hot outside.

Only 100 days until the Chicago Marathon!

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Today’s 5.66 miles was really, really crappy. What can I say? I got a pattern going on here. And it wasn’t my ankle, my calves cramped up so I walked a lot towards the end, but I finished. I think I’m going to write a book How to Run a Marathon in only 100 Days: And take Five Full Tortuous Hours to Do It! I plan on it being a bestseller and making millions.

yes, I did run

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Before the snow yesterday I went out and ran 3 miles very early with Massoman. The original plan was to run 5 but it was cold and I was underdressed. For some reason I thought it was going to be 57 and by the time I arrived my car said 41 degrees, so showed up in shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. Massoman let me borrow one of his weatherproof jackets, but Massoman is 7 feet tall and the jacket went down to my knees and filled up air while I was running. My shadow looked like a giant barrel with legs. Despite that, it was a great run 29:44 putting me just under a 10-minute mile.

After my 3-mile run I went to a Pilates class that proceeded to kick my ass. Actually, kick my abs is more like it. It was so hard and I hate to admit it, but I don’t have abs, I was born with out them. Just kidding, but reckon my abs are the weakest part of my body.

Okay, this was terribly written, but I wrote this after a glass a wine or two . . . and I deserved it.

So You Really Do Care About What I Had for Lunch

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I am completely overwhelmed with the comments from my last post. And not only by those of you who left comments on my blog, several of you de-lurked and emailed me armchair psychiatry. All of your kind advice and suggestions are very much appreciated. Never in a zillion years did I think I could find such kindness from strangers in this open public space. It’s odd, but I really don’t even consider you strangers. Hell, I even dream about many of you. Is that wrong? Well, sometimes it is.

I wasn’t prepared for emails like this, and I’m not quite sure how to handle the kindness, but to say the least, it is quite humbling. From my friend Sherry:


I don’t have anything to say, other than this. . . I do so admire you. And as I feel my adoration for you, I feel better about me, after all you’re my friend. I admire you because you’re courageous. You’re unwilling to keep the status quo in your life even though it’s painful. You keep asking the hard questions of yourself. Your desire to grow is greater than the pull to stay small and insignificant. So, until you’re ready to carry the immense admiration that so many obviously feel for you for yourself, you can rely on me and all of your other fans to bear the burden of your incredibleness.

I have fans? Would that have anything to do with my dildo-cam lingo? Anyhow, go me.

I have so much to sort out right now, personally and professionally, but I wanted to say thank you. I know for a fact that without all of your support, I would not be training for my 5th marathon.

*Anyone bought this book? No One Cares What You Had for Lunch, by Margaret Mason. Any good?

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