Dear Seventh Mile,
Hi! My name is Lindsay, we haven't met yet. Your buddies one through six are still kicking my butt. Technically, it's November now, and we should have already met at least once, maybe twice. Alas, we have not. I keep hearing all these wonderful things about you, so maybe one day we'll meet and I'll be able to witness the fame that follows you. I mean, it would be nice to meet you in person, because then I'll know that our dream of avoiding the loser buss might actually be a reality. Not only that, my life is really stressful! Trying to fit in a meeting with you is not an easy task, it's damn near impossible. I haven't given up hope though; I know you're just around the corner. Maybe when we move and I have new terrain to run on, I'll finally meet you and bask in your glory.... Perhaps.
Until we meet,
Lindsay
Monday, November 1, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
A letter to the Fifth Mile
Dear Fifth mile,
I hate you.
No really, I do. I can never seem to get past you right now.
My knee especially hates you. It likes to start bugging me right around the time we meet.
So, Mr. Fifth Mile, tell me, what can I do to make you less idiotic? I'd like to get along with you, very much so.
Hugs and Kisses!
I hate you.
No really, I do. I can never seem to get past you right now.
My knee especially hates you. It likes to start bugging me right around the time we meet.
So, Mr. Fifth Mile, tell me, what can I do to make you less idiotic? I'd like to get along with you, very much so.
Hugs and Kisses!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Oh em gee!
Normally, my daily runs last about 2-3 miles. It's not much, but it's something I can do easily. I decided to get brave yesterday and run 5 miles.
Holy Mother of all holy, was I out of breath afterward! Seriously, I got back to my driveway and I felt like I was ready to keel over. Oh em gee!!!
How do people do this? How on earth do people run full marathons? It's only September, I just have to keep telling myself that.
Also, no more Chinese food for the next six months. That was not pretty.
Holy Mother of all holy, was I out of breath afterward! Seriously, I got back to my driveway and I felt like I was ready to keel over. Oh em gee!!!
How do people do this? How on earth do people run full marathons? It's only September, I just have to keep telling myself that.
Also, no more Chinese food for the next six months. That was not pretty.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Yup, I'm crazy
I love my friends to death. I love my friends so much that I let them talk me into doing crazy things. For example, I let my best friend talk me into doing a half marathon. Yup, I'm crazy!
A while back, my husband and I decided that we were ready to start trying for kiddo number two. Here we are over a year later, and still no luck. One of the doctors I saw suggested that I try losing weight (another issue that is related to this ordeal). I took up running to aid my weight loss.
Right now, I am comfortable running the paths in my neighborhood (which is a whopping three miles). I have to work in nine miles by this February. To answer my husband's question, again, yup, I'm crazy!
When I'm not running, I'm doing a lot of other things. I have degrees in culinary arts and food and beverage management; yes, I cook, a lot (seriously, have you ever seen a skinny chef?). I am also a writer (I write trashy romance novels). I'm a Mom, a wife, chauffeur, gardener, maid, plumber, carpenter.... everything that comes along with being a military wife- I am Mom and Dad at the same time. It's exhausting.
I have a four year old. That alone is the single most exhausting thing. In child birthing classes, they should have warned us about toddlers. My child has so much energy sometimes that she literally runs in circles. After a three mile run, just watching her run is too much for me.
So, I guess we're really doing this thing. I don't expect to win. Heck, I'll take last place, as long as we finish!
A while back, my husband and I decided that we were ready to start trying for kiddo number two. Here we are over a year later, and still no luck. One of the doctors I saw suggested that I try losing weight (another issue that is related to this ordeal). I took up running to aid my weight loss.
Right now, I am comfortable running the paths in my neighborhood (which is a whopping three miles). I have to work in nine miles by this February. To answer my husband's question, again, yup, I'm crazy!
When I'm not running, I'm doing a lot of other things. I have degrees in culinary arts and food and beverage management; yes, I cook, a lot (seriously, have you ever seen a skinny chef?). I am also a writer (I write trashy romance novels). I'm a Mom, a wife, chauffeur, gardener, maid, plumber, carpenter.... everything that comes along with being a military wife- I am Mom and Dad at the same time. It's exhausting.
I have a four year old. That alone is the single most exhausting thing. In child birthing classes, they should have warned us about toddlers. My child has so much energy sometimes that she literally runs in circles. After a three mile run, just watching her run is too much for me.
So, I guess we're really doing this thing. I don't expect to win. Heck, I'll take last place, as long as we finish!
Running and Other Mad Things
Hi! I’m Sarah and I’m one of the runners doing this crazy half-marathon training. As of yesterday, I’ve been in remission for Hodgkin’s lymphoma for two years and I’m recently divorced. I have a nutty but awesome beagle named Buster Brown who has some emotional issues and loves eating popcorn, flip-flops, and my underwear, though not necessarily in that order. I’m addicted to Starbucks and gelato and baby carrots.
I talk a lot and curse quite a bit, too, for no real reason (esp when I’m talking to myself, which makes the whole talking-to-myself thing even weirder) and sing loudly in my car and my apartment. I mess around with writing random bits of fiction that are really only meant to amuse myself and mixed media art journal stuff. I have attention span issues and I’m an Aries, so I am very good at starting things and not so great at completing them. I have 8 unfinished books and innumerable unfinished art projects.
Amongst other things, I’m hoping finishing a half marathon will help me with learning to complete things.
Ok, so I have (in)famously said, on more than one occasion, that I wouldn’t run even if my house were on fire. And that used to be true, but I had a bit of a revelation when I was in chemotherapy two years ago. I began to miss how easy it used to be for me to mundane things like carrying groceries, and fussed at myself for not appreciating how strong I had been pre-cancer and pre-chemo. You don’t realize what you can do until you aren’t able to do it anymore.
I figured that that’s probably the same way that people feel about all things that they cannot do- those who can’t sing on key probably wished they could and those who can’t draw very well probably wished they could. I couldn’t run, but it was only because I hadn’t allowed myself to. I have lungs and legs and a heart- everything I need to run.
I started running for all the people who can’t and wished they could- I felt that it was selfish of me to be able to do something and then actively choose not to do it for no good reason. Now, I’m hooked on the endorphins and I like the zen feeling that kicks in about mile two (more experienced distance runners tell me it kicks in for them about mile four or five).
I’m not very fast, and when I run with my dog, not very consistent either as we’re always stopping so he can smell interesting things. I look like a dork and I bitch a lot under my breath (or in my head if I’m sprinting and can’t talk). But I really, actually like it.
Scary, I know. It still kind of creeps me out, too. I never thought I’d be one of those people who actually liked running. I’m pretty much ok with other exercise- though I’m terrible at most sports because of a pathetic lack of eye-hand coordination- I do yoga and pilates and ballet and belly dancing when I can get my butt to the gym for it. I love swimming and Carmen Electra’s cardio striptease videos and my Jillian Michaels videos. But running? Never.
Maybe if someone was chasing me I could run, but I’m so stubborn that I can’t even make myself do something I don’t want to. I have to convince myself that I’ll like it. I’m sure this implies immaturity on my part, but it’s just how the gears in my head work.
I still didn’t like the idea of running for no reason other than the fact that I liked it. I’m a big fan of goals and missions and whatnot, so I hunted around for races and found this:
http://espnwwos.disney.go.com/events/rundisney/princess-half-marathon/
If anything can make me want to run, it’s fake nobility and glitter. I am all about both of those things (esp the glitter part). As an added bit of fantastic-ness, the race benefits the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in 2011. I didn’t quite decide to do the race in time to raise money and everything with the LLS Team N Training. But, as the running itself will be a sacrifice of my time and effort, I’m going to be saving up money to donate to LLS as well, and maybe my participation and the fact that I’m a lymphoma survivor will motivate people to give to LLS.
In case you’re wondering what I’m doing for training, I’m following the 8 weeks to a half marathon program for beginners from the fitness magazine website. Yes, February is more than 8 weeks away, but I also want to do the FL Gulf Beaches Halloween 5K and the Holiday Halfathon on December 12 as practice, so I need to get my butt in gear, literally.
Tomorrow morning the dog and I are doing a 5-mile run/walk combo if it’s not storming… if it is storming, then I’ll be running at the gym and the dog will be bitching at me when I return.
Get ready, Disney- we are going to be awesome and pink and glittery and freaking FAST.
I talk a lot and curse quite a bit, too, for no real reason (esp when I’m talking to myself, which makes the whole talking-to-myself thing even weirder) and sing loudly in my car and my apartment. I mess around with writing random bits of fiction that are really only meant to amuse myself and mixed media art journal stuff. I have attention span issues and I’m an Aries, so I am very good at starting things and not so great at completing them. I have 8 unfinished books and innumerable unfinished art projects.
Amongst other things, I’m hoping finishing a half marathon will help me with learning to complete things.
Ok, so I have (in)famously said, on more than one occasion, that I wouldn’t run even if my house were on fire. And that used to be true, but I had a bit of a revelation when I was in chemotherapy two years ago. I began to miss how easy it used to be for me to mundane things like carrying groceries, and fussed at myself for not appreciating how strong I had been pre-cancer and pre-chemo. You don’t realize what you can do until you aren’t able to do it anymore.
I figured that that’s probably the same way that people feel about all things that they cannot do- those who can’t sing on key probably wished they could and those who can’t draw very well probably wished they could. I couldn’t run, but it was only because I hadn’t allowed myself to. I have lungs and legs and a heart- everything I need to run.
I started running for all the people who can’t and wished they could- I felt that it was selfish of me to be able to do something and then actively choose not to do it for no good reason. Now, I’m hooked on the endorphins and I like the zen feeling that kicks in about mile two (more experienced distance runners tell me it kicks in for them about mile four or five).
I’m not very fast, and when I run with my dog, not very consistent either as we’re always stopping so he can smell interesting things. I look like a dork and I bitch a lot under my breath (or in my head if I’m sprinting and can’t talk). But I really, actually like it.
Scary, I know. It still kind of creeps me out, too. I never thought I’d be one of those people who actually liked running. I’m pretty much ok with other exercise- though I’m terrible at most sports because of a pathetic lack of eye-hand coordination- I do yoga and pilates and ballet and belly dancing when I can get my butt to the gym for it. I love swimming and Carmen Electra’s cardio striptease videos and my Jillian Michaels videos. But running? Never.
Maybe if someone was chasing me I could run, but I’m so stubborn that I can’t even make myself do something I don’t want to. I have to convince myself that I’ll like it. I’m sure this implies immaturity on my part, but it’s just how the gears in my head work.
I still didn’t like the idea of running for no reason other than the fact that I liked it. I’m a big fan of goals and missions and whatnot, so I hunted around for races and found this:
http://espnwwos.disney.go.com/events/rundisney/princess-half-marathon/
If anything can make me want to run, it’s fake nobility and glitter. I am all about both of those things (esp the glitter part). As an added bit of fantastic-ness, the race benefits the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in 2011. I didn’t quite decide to do the race in time to raise money and everything with the LLS Team N Training. But, as the running itself will be a sacrifice of my time and effort, I’m going to be saving up money to donate to LLS as well, and maybe my participation and the fact that I’m a lymphoma survivor will motivate people to give to LLS.
In case you’re wondering what I’m doing for training, I’m following the 8 weeks to a half marathon program for beginners from the fitness magazine website. Yes, February is more than 8 weeks away, but I also want to do the FL Gulf Beaches Halloween 5K and the Holiday Halfathon on December 12 as practice, so I need to get my butt in gear, literally.
Tomorrow morning the dog and I are doing a 5-mile run/walk combo if it’s not storming… if it is storming, then I’ll be running at the gym and the dog will be bitching at me when I return.
Get ready, Disney- we are going to be awesome and pink and glittery and freaking FAST.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Training program?
http://espnwwos.disney.go.com/media/ewwos/pdf/rundisney/Galloway/WDWexp.18wkDLHM.PDF
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