Monthly Archives: May 2013

Meet Megan and Sally

While I may not look like the typical runner, unless you think Clydesdales look faster than Thoroughbreds, I do have a runners body. This proclamation is based on strong legs with a weaker upper body. It’s hardly my fault, when you love to run you always want to run. To atone for this fitness error, I resolve to give Megan and Sally a little more heed over the next four months.

What?

Doesn’t everyone name their biceps?

THE BEFORE PICTURES
Let me introduce Megan. She’s 40 years old. Lives in Illinois and in her glory days was most well known for throwing a softball from right field. Her hobbies include holding ice cream cones and texting with one finger.

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Next up is Sally. Sally is a bit pretentious. She thinks she looks good from all angles. (Hence the picture) She excels at manipulating Megan into executing all the hard work. She loves kids but will only hold the baby’s head thus sticking Megan with the smelly diapers. Most days, you’ll find Sally hanging out with her friends, the UP band and a large cup of McDonald’s Ice Tea. Unsweetened, of course.

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Remind me to double check lighting next time to make sure my muscle definition shows up in the pictures because I swear there is some! Ok, not much which is the point of this post.

Have you named your guns yet?

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Racing Goal

In addition to wanting a faster 5K time, running another half marathon, and maybe someday an Ultra, I’d really like to take a racing photo that’s good enough to want to buy.

I wish they’d put up a sign 50 yards before the photographer saying “Smile” or “Try to not look like you are dying.” Or better yet “DO. NOT. BLINK for 50 yards.”

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Admittedly, it would help my picture if I didn’t approach the race as though I was going to end up a hot sweaty mess. I looked in the porta-potty plastic mirror prior to the race. I looked exactly like someone who’d been partying till 1 am, slept in her running clothes so she wouldn’t have to deal with it at 6 am, and who was as greasy as if she’d already run 3 miles. All true except I hadn’t run 3 miles, yet. Really, what kind of picture can I expect with that kind of starting point?

This is how a high school friend, who knows how to do it right AND beat me by 8 seconds, looked at the finish line only with sunglasses.

20130508-101150.jpgI know! She looked awesome. I’m so jealous, plus, she beat me!

For further proof on how far I have to go, this is me dressed up for the Kentucky derby party the day before the race.

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Have you ever had a racing photo so good you had to buy it?

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A Different Point Of View

My breath was coming out in short, loud huffs. I wanted to look at the runners next to me to see of they thought I was about to collapse but I was too busy focusing on not collapsing. My sister would later ask me how it went. My reply would be that the only thing I did right was show up. I didn’t train, wasn’t eating right, hadn’t gone to bed before midnight all week, de-hydrated, and still weighed 15 pounds more than my last racing weight.

With the huffs, the heavy knees, and questioning my choice of foot ware, it was time for a mantra…

Focus on what you can do.

Repeat.

Focus on what you can do.

(Cue the music)
What could I do?
What could I do?
I got all choked up and threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son
And I came away with a different point of view…

Yes, I started singing A Boy Named Sue, although, only in my head because singing out loud would have required precious and in short supply breathing.

I came away with a different point of view…

Instead of looking at how poorly I was doing I had to take a new view. Ok, I was in poor shape but I was running. As bad as it felt, it felt good.

Running. It gives me a different point of view, especially about myself. I think it’s true for so many that come into running a little later in life. They think they know themselves. Too lazy. Too fat. Too slow. Too old. I ran and found out that what I thought either wasn’t true or it didn’t matter. I could run.

2 – 5K races completed in 5 days. 30:50 and 29:51 (right in the middle of my age group)
11 days until the next one. Training goal- 5 runs. Time goal sub-29 minutes.

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