My New Long Road

Well I'm back. Not like anyone noticed. Any now I'm back in a new location and loving it. Why-well because I get to explore some beautiful country. It is GREAT!

I haven't had done much running but I have been taking my mountain bike out exploring the back roads. Great way to see things and clear your head.

So in a few days I start back on a plan. Actually because the kids start back to school and I have time in the morning to get back to the running. And it comes at a good time. I need to get back on a routine-a get rid of 25 pounds routine and running is a big part of it. I get back to running-I start eating better........

Now I just need a goal (a race) -a marathon. Also need to get my sights set back on an Ironman.
And I will!

More to come...

I Believe.

Even though I can't get out and run I'm not giving in and climbing back into my hole. I have to figure out ways to keep myself going and I am. There is a small problem. I gain weight. I don't get hung on weight but when I gain this type of weight it goes straight to my Bubba gut and it feels uncomfortable. The sad thing is that I know where it comes from and what to do about it and how to get rid of it. But when I can't get out and run it seems so much harder for me to do anything else but eat.

This will all change soon, I hope. In a few weeks I will be settled in to a new place. I've already measured out some routes figured out  when I can run. And I found a goal-Ironman Louisville 2012.

This whole thing started when my life fell apart training for this race last year. A year ago I was cranking away getting so pumped for this race. The workouts were a natural high. Five k long swims, hours on the bike, and twenty mile runs all in the zone. And in a few weeks I begin again.

For now? I do what I can when I can and I believe. So get ready because I coming.

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I'm Trying.

Well I'm back on the road, back on the trails, back on anything. Not the mileage I was at but I'm getting out the door. Some days it's still hard. Some days I get out there and I'm wondering what am I doing? I just want to get back in bed. But when I finish I always remember how much I love what I do and why I run-sheer joy.

And now things change. I'm going to find time. I'm going to have new places to explore. I'm going to find new friends on the roads and trails I explore. It's all there waiting for me.

I start fresh. I work on my form. I get back to eating healthy (which I believe is half the equation). I set up a goal and work out a plan.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

More to come...

In My Hole,

I hate my hole. That place I climb into and want to stay. Climb in and stay is what I did. I guess it all caught up to me. Seemed like everything happened to me at once. Things happen and things change and I have to deal with it and learn to make the best of it. I think what got me was that I couldn't run and it snowballed. I didn't want to get up. I even started back on some meds trying to get me out of the whole. I thought if I started from scratch it could inspire me to get moving. Nothing was working and wasn't moving. You could say I got plenty of rest.

But a few days ago I decided to not give in to the negative thoughts. I had to get up and get going. I had to stop eating whole pizzas and drinking a gallon of soda.

Today I got up and did three miles. Today I ate fruit and a salad and drank water. Today I feel positive. Tomorrow is going to be even better!

More to come...

I'm Back????

I sunk down-way down.

After my "misstep" that twisted my knee.... I thought I could tread lightly for a few days and be back to normal. That being 40 miles a week. Some pain I expected as along as the swelling stayed down. And it did.

Now skip a few weeks and I am in the crowd starting a marathon feeling groovy. I love this stuff! This is where I feel the energy of the moment. So here I go again. From the start I spot the 4 hour pace team. Great I can do that! Six miles feel good. Thirteen miles still hanging in there. Seventeen miles-what was that? And there it is! Hello knee, time for some pain? And time it was.

So the knee was gone. I mean really gone, and with eight miles to go! I can do eight miles. No way I am dropping from this race. The last one killed me. So off I go no matter how I go. I jog, I walk, I hop, I do everything. And everything I do. Thank goodness for sunglasses because if anybody saw the pain.

And I finished! Forget the time-again.

I know I shouldn't been there in the first place. Its not like I was in the middle of nowhere. I could step aside and catch a cab ( I always carry a twenty in my shoe). I had my phone. So I was good.

So then it was back to where I should have been-healing. So for a few weeks nothing. Nothing at all. I'm too old for another rebuilt knee.

So here I am know. Low miles, easy pace. Starting all over again. And I couldn't be happier!

More to come.... I promise

D.N.F....y

DNF! Three letters that drive me crazy. Three letters that sink into my very being.

So last weekend I joined some friends on a 50k run. Basically I was going to enjoy the ride. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. Be in the moment and all that. Well that worked until about six miles into the race when my left foot slid on some leaves sliding it in one direction, my knee in the opposite direction, and hip following the direction of my foot. And just to add to the fun my head into a tree. So there I am laying on the ground screaming out every dirty word I can think of in the book ( and inventing a few more),my knee starting to swell, my hip just weird, and my sunglasses busted.

After what seemed to be forever I get up and start hobbling to the next aid station two miles away. For me it doesn't get any lower. I can't remember the last time I had to drop out . This REALLY HURTS! Physical pain aside I was lower than low.

The sweeper catches up to me and helps me for my last mile. Another nice person takes me back to my cabin were I ended up on the floor with ice packs on me. I was able to get myself up and get to the finish line and cheer on the people I now admire.

My friends? They were awesome! Both finish and I couldn't be more proud.

So what am I to learn from this? What is this suppose to teach me?  Watch my step? This wasn't my time ?

So I take few days off. Pain was still there Wednesday and only made it a mile and a half. Thursday I did make it three and Friday five. Slight pain today after three but the tingling in my toes gone.

The countdown begins. That mountain doesn't own me. DID NOT FINISH.....YET!

More to come...

Something For A Cause.

Doing something for a cause and having a great time-what could be better? A week back I was blessed to run in a marathon relay for breast cancer in sunny Fla. So with skirt and pink arm warmers I was given the final leg of this great event.

Many events are directly related to a cause. Why not get out there and do a few. It's not often we get to do something we love and help others. Join a team and raise some money. Many of these teams also have coaches and training plans. So you get to help out a cause and yourself? And have a good time!

Back to the race. Coming from freezing temps to the sunshine was the perfect medicine for this guy. Our team leader ( sporting a skirt and a wig ) smokes the first leg for another team. Then because of the strange bus schedules ends up running his leg for our team in reverse and forward to hand me the stick. Superman!

All in all a good time with great friends. Some old, some new, and all friends.
Next year we are giving the women a run for their money!
Go do something good!

More to come...