(Written and edited during my lunch break, so apologies because there WILL be errors and probably some prepositions at the ends of sentences, but it has been almost 3 weeks, and I needed my blog post writing fix even if it means typing while spilling guac on my keyboard!).
I knew someday it would happen. Someday, I would be able to go more than 5 miles at a time and not wish death upon running. It was a bit touch and go there in January and February, but with enough repetition, running was bound to get easier at some point.
That some point came two weekends ago with a 9 mile run. I won’t complain about New Mexico weather because truthfully, since January, it’s been about 97% glorious with highs in the high 60’s. But, on this particular Sunday, it was raining and snowing, and while we treasure those rare moments of moisture, most desert dwellers do believe that we will melt like the wicked witch.
So, I set out with my sunglasses, shorts, and light pullover to run 9 miles in the moisture. There were a surprising number of other runners braving the elements, but they all looked prepared for a Niagara Falls excursion. Two walkers were even using those poles used for hiking…on a flat asphalt surface…I got many a sympathetic look as I made my way across Tramway (one of about 2 long, flat-ish running routes in the city).
And, for whatever reason, it felt awesome. I HAD taken the entire week off before that though because of some weird pain in the ball of my foot (according to WebMD, this is caused by the fact that I am *almost* 5 feet tall and wear high heels everyday just so people can see me). I couldn’t walk on it for about 2 days. It healed on its own, but I don’t really know why it happened or how to fix it.
Worried that the amazing 9-miler was a fluke, I set out for our 10-miler this past Sunday slightly nervous, because 10 miles is kind of a lot of miles. DOUBLE DIGITS is a lot of digits.
But I cruised along, and before I knew it, I was at mile 8, amazed at how little I had even thought about how many miles I was adding to my Garmin.
Lesson learned: if you keep running, eventually your body will get with the program. Alternately, progress doesn’t happen over night. Don’t mind me. Just trying to be inspirational.
I am finally feeling like myself again! I mean, I’m still running more than a minute per mile slower than I’ll need to be during those July/August 20 milers, but running isn’t sucking as much anymore, and my entire disposition is better because of it.
Which is good because my disposition needs all of the help I can get. Between Daylight Savings Time (love the daylight, hate the screwed up sleeping pattern), that crazy vanishing airplane in Malaysia that hasn’t been found (I wouldn’t say I’m a conspiracy theorist, but I do love a good conspiracy theory, and I AM a “worst case scenario-ist” so the thought of an energy field sucking up something as big as a Boeing 777 is enough to keep me stressed for mankind), I’m kind of in need of something like a good run to get me through these days.
As far as the training-but-not-training that I talked about last post, I’m right on track. Long runs are going well, and I should be good to fulfill my obligation of running 12 miles in the One Run for Boston Relay.
Speaking of that, it was brought to my attention that my stage is the highest in elevation in the entire event. I will run about 11.5 miles uphill to reach a peak of 8,100 feet, and then start the descent only to reach the end of my stage and pass the baton.
As recently as September I trained at that elevation, but it was slow then and really, it can only be slower now. And the baton has a GPS signal in it that allows everyone to see exactly where I’m at and how fast I’m going. These relay people are REALLY into this event (I’m kind of becoming one of them), so I will probably have well over 500 people watch my progress which is kind of intimidating.
So, if you would like to support my efforts, you can donate to my fundraising page! 100% of your donation will go the the One Fund which supports those who were injured in the blasts. You can donate to me HERE.
Do you know that most prosthetics only last an average of THREE YEARS and a set can cost up to $50,000 a pair? That means that someone like 27 year old Jeff Bauman, made famous as the subject of an intense moment of photojournalism in a wheelchair while “Cowboy Carlos” pinched his arteries, might have to go through 20 pairs of prosthetic legs costing $1,000,000 over his lifetime. I don’t ever want him or the hundreds of others injured to have to worry about whether or not they can afford what they need to live a normal life.
Aaron is smoking me in our fundraising efforts, so now my main goal is to at least match his total. I would appreciate your help in this matter!
And since this post hasn’t been random enough, I did want to share that, per my 2014 bucket list, my new experience for February was going to one of those Sip and Paint concepts.
We did a Living Social deal at a place that was doing a knock-off version of the franchise. While most of these things have one painting that everyone is guided through, we just got a canvas and had to go at it. Now, I am descended from an actual French Impressionist from the late 1800’s and a great great uncle was the contributing sculptor to The Atlas in Rockefeller Center, and I don’t think I’m unartistic by any means, but I don’t know how to paint. Aaron on the other hand is an actual artist (I have yet to find something that he isn’t good at) and manged to whip up something amazing in our 2 hour session.
Hope you are having a wonderful week!