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I did it!

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
– T.S. Eliot

Well, it’s official. I’m a half marathoner.

And let me tell ya…it was HARD! This course was definitely no walk in the park. (Ok, admittedly there was some walking, but there was NO park. I swear.)

I really am so proud of myself. Somewhere deep inside of me, I truly wondered if I could do it. During my long training runs, my legs were so heavy and so weak. I never made it up to a full 13.1-mile run in training (11 was my furthest), so I was so scared that I might not actually be able to make it that far. Especially on this extremely tough course. It helped me though to see quotes like the one by marathoner Alberto Salazar: “I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we’re all cowards.” Made me feel less alone. Made me realize that what I was feeling was what most everyone feels or had felt at some point in their running process. Even elite marathoners.

But, alas, I did it. I made it!

And here’s a short list of awesome things from the race:

I made a running buddy along the course. He was an older man from the Winston-Salem, NC area. Silly me – I didn’t even ask his name. Nor did he ask mine. But we leap-frogged each other throughout the race. Kept each other company at times. Chit-chatted about our jobs, our families, etc. It was nice running a half-marathon and having a conversation every so often.
I saw a shirt that said “Slow and steady, my ass! This is my top speed!” That made me giggle.
I saw a shirt that said “Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. (Hebrews 12:1).” That made me smile.
I saw my friend Kelly who broke her foot during training for this race, out there running anyway after only having been out of her cast for about 2 or 3 weeks now. I was in awe.
I got “I love you” and “You got this!” texts from the man I love during the race. Priceless.
I got “Run Forrest Run!” texts from my coworker during the race. Sigh.
I got close to the finish feeling like I might not make it, and rounded a curve and saw my boyfriend Richard’s friends (ok, my friends) standing on the side to cheer me on – the same people who I cheered on during their half marathons and marathons in New York last year. That made me cry.
I got to the finish line and saw Richard and my son Jeffrey waiting for me (after their own 5K race) with smiles and cheers. And saw my son (who never ever EVER remembers or cares to take a picture of anything) poised with his camera waiting to snap a picture of me crossing the finish line.
I got this from my boyfriend as a post-race gift:

The shirt says “13.1 wuz worth it.” And yes, it was. Awesome gift. Awesome man. Lucky girl.

And probably my favorite moment from the race:

My son’s dad called him to see how the race went. And without missing a beat, Jeffrey immediately began telling him my finishing time and details from the half marathon. Momentarily forgetting that he himself had just finished second in his age group in his own 5K and won an award for it. Talk about a proud mom. That definitely started the waterworks flowing, and I’m not sure he even realized what he had done. In fact, I’m sure he didn’t. Feeling my son’s pride in me was like nothing else.

I know there are a million more things I could list that I loved about this race. But those are the highlights. Point is – this was a beautiful experience that I won’t soon be forgetting.

So, in honor of all that I have overcome in training for this race, and in life in general – two divorces, two bouts with cancer, a bad car accident during training, a breakup at the beginning of training (which ended up in a glorious reconciliation mid-training), and just a general past filled with doubt and uncertainty about myself and my abilities – this race is for you.

I can do anything.

And so can you.

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“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
-John Bingham

Posted by Melissa Edmondson. Categories: Freestyle Writings/Musings, Running. Tags: accident, blog, change, changed, family, friendship, half marathon, health, heart, inspiration, inspirational, marathon, motivation, motivational, New River Marathon, passion, performance, photos, Quotes, race, run, runner, running, writing. 9 Comments

May. ’13

So Long, Comfort Zone

“The further you can get away from yourself, the more challenging it is. Not to be in your comfort zone is great fun.”
– Benedict Cumberbatch, actor

Well, here it is. My last official blog entry before I become a half-marathoner. Originally, I planned for yesterday’s post to be the last. But I decided I had just a little bit more to say. I know….shocking.

I saw the above quote and it really made me think. First of all, the quote is by an actor. I’m an actor too, so I really identify with it. Each and every time I step foot out onto a stage, I am terrified. It’s true. I’ve been acting for as long as I can remember, but still…it happens every single time. And yet I keep going back for more. Why?

This is why:

I step out of my comfort zone and on to the magic of the stage. And I’m transformed. Before I know it, the fear is gone, and I become whomever I’m supposed to become for those two hours under the spotlights.

And now, this weekend, it’s time to do that again.

Tonight will be the first forage out of my comfort zone. I’m singing in public for only the second time in my life, aside from musicals. Musicals are different though. I’m someone else when I’m singing in a show. But in front of that little microphone on that little stage in our local restaurant/bar, I’m just Melissa. And let me tell ya – that is SCARY. The first time I did this, I was terrified. (I may have even fumbled a word or two but don’t tell anybody…) But I did it. And it didn’t suck too bad, I don’t think. Tonight, I’m ready to do it again. And you know what’s funny?

I’m not really all that scared this time.

Why is that? Well, I guess it’s because I’ve already faced that demon. I faced it, conquered it, and now I know it’s no big deal. Now I’m ready to get up there beside the man I love and make some music with him. It’s worth the nerves because it makes me happy. It makes my heart happy.

It’s magic.

I know now what it feels like outside of the comfort zone when it comes to singing there. I know the joy that comes from walking away from that microphone after having done something that I thought I couldn’t do. I know the pride that comes from overcoming fear and just throwing caution to the wind in order to just go for it.

Which brings me to tomorrow. I’m ready to feel all of that all over again. Only this time, my “stage” will be a 13.1-mile running course.

I’ve never run a half marathon before. I’m scared. It’s outside of my comfort zone, for sure. But just like overcoming the fear to sing, I’ll overcome this fear as well. And I’m going to have fun. And I’m going to love it. And I’m going to be proud.

Just like stepping onto the stage in theatre, it’s time to step across that starting line of fear. For a few hours (hopefully not too many!), I’ll again be transformed. I’ll take that leap out of my comfort zone into new and unchartered territory.

Time to step into the role of a half-marathon runner.

Time for some magic.

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“Magic is believing in yourself.
If you can do that, you can make anything happen.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Posted by Melissa Edmondson. Categories: Freestyle Writings/Musings, Running. Tags: acting, blog, change, changed, comfort zone, comfortable, half marathon, health, heart, inspiration, inspirational, marathon, motivation, motivational, New River Marathon, passion, photos, Quotes, race, runner, running, singing, theatre, writing. 3 Comments

May. ’13

Community

Com·mu·ni·ty \kə-ˈmyü-nət-ē\: a unified body of individuals
– Merriam Webster Dictionary

The more I get into running, the more I realize what a community we runners really are. And these last few weeks have driven that point home for me more than ever before.

First of all, of course, there was the Boston marathon bombing. Have any of us ever seen such an outpouring of love and respect among our fellow runners? So many runners donned their printed out “bibs” in honor of Boston and logged mile after mile in honor of all who were affected. Each and every one of us knew how easily it could have been us. I have never witnessed the Boston marathon, but I did travel with a group of friends to watch the Wineglass Marathon in New York last year. The place I was camped out to get pictures of my friends as they finished, was exactly the spot where the bombs went off in Boston. It easily could have been me. Or someone I love. And every runner feels the same. We are empathetic towards our fellow runners and their families because it hits so close to home. We don’t know what to do to help, so we run. We run in honor and respect for the members of our community, whether we “know” them or not. They are our family.

And on that same note, I have made a few dear friends through running whom I have yet to even lay eyes on.

When I first started running a little over a year ago, I used the Couch to 5K Running plan to get started. I then “liked” the Facebook page of the same name so I could watch other people through their struggles and successes to know that I was not alone. Before long, I began posting as well, sharing my own stories and milestones. It quickly became my primary source for motivation and inspiration and is, without a doubt, the reason I stuck to the plan and was successful. On this site, I interacted with many people, but a few in particular stood out. One of whom is my friend, Connie. Connie was a non-runner who was determined to run a 5K for her 60th birthday. I was inspired by her story, so I followed her closely and soon began to chat back and forth since we were at the same point in the plan. We “graduated” almost simultaneously, together with our other e-friend Kristen, and have since all remained close friends and fellow runners. We are even making plans to all meet in Rhode Island to run a 5K together in the fall. (Kristen is from Massachusetts, Connie from Rhode Island, and I am from Virginia).

Yesterday, I went to my mailbox and found this:

A gift from Connie. A running t-shirt that says “EyeBeeLeaf.” The note says:

“We believe anything is possible.
We work hard to achieve our goals.
Here’s a gift from Connie to wear when you run.
Eye Bee Leaf.”

How amazing is it that this friend, whom I have never even met, cares enough about me and about running in general to so generously reach out and provide support to another runner? This truly is a community. A family. And it was no coincidence that this shirt arrived just a few days before my first half marathon that is coming up on Saturday. As my friend Connie likes to say, “It’s Kismet!”

I so can’t wait to meet my friends in person in September!

And while we’re on the subject, check out this message I received on my last blog entry about my fear of this upcoming half marathon:

“Good luck! From Melbourne, Australia!
I just wanted to let you know how much I’m enjoying your writing. I found you when I was searching running blogs as I’m a new runner myself and totally obsessed. You write so evocatively and thoughtfully, and I often find myself smiling or nodding along to your musings! Best of luck with your half, you’ll smash it!
Warm regards, Zoë “

Wow. Just wow. 🙂 All the way across the world, in Australia, is another member of my “community.” And I didn’t even know about her until today.

I also received this message from my local friend Shannon this morning with regard to this half marathon:

“There will be a great adrenalin rush in the beginning, but remember to pace yourself and run your race.
There will be people who pass you and you’ll feel you are not doing good enough, but pace yourself and run your race.
You will worry that you won’t be able to finish at some point, but just keep going at your pace and run YOUR race.
There will come a time when you will think “I got this!” But still pace yourself…and run your race!
It’s a lot like life.”

I hope she doesn’t mind my sharing her poetic words. They were too good to keep to myself.

So, see what I mean? We are such a caring community of runners. Such a family of like-minded individuals from all over, who all know what it is like to change our life one footstep at a time. I’m so honored and humbled to be a part of such an amazing group of people.

I am a runner.

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“Running is not, as it so often seems, only about what you did in your last race or about how many miles you ran last week. It is, in a much more important way, about community, about appreciating all the miles run by other runners, too.”
– Richard O’Brien

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May. ’13

The Wait

Well, it’s here. This is the final countdown to my first half marathon – a 13.1-mile scenic race filled with unbelievably steep hills in the mountains of North Carolina. It’s only 3 days away. And how do I feel? Prepared? Upbeat? Optimistic? Ready to apply all of these weeks of training to what I know will be an ultimate success?

Ha. I wish.

I am TERRIFIED.

I am wondering what the heck I was thinking signing up for this thing! People come from all around to run in this popular race. Real runners. People who have been running for longer than the measly year that I have been running. People who are fast. People who are fit. (People who didn’t just drink a Strawberry Sunkist for breakfast.)

I’m thinking I should have bought this to wear during the race:

Because that’s how I’m feeling right now. Can I really do this? Am I really prepared?

Anyone who has ever trained for a race knows that the last week before the race is what we call “tapering.” No more long runs. No more real “training,” per se. It’s basically just waiting. Yes, you can do a 2 or 3-mile run here and there. But those long runs that prove to yourself that you really do have what it takes to put the time and effort into it that’s required? Yeah, those runs are gone. It’s time to relax. Rebuild. And wait.

Sigh. Wait.

That, my friends, is something I am NOT good at.

This waiting is driving me crazy. I feel like I should be out there every day trying to run 13.1 miles to show myself that I can do it. I feel like I should go to the gym during every spare second of my day. I feel like I should only be eating tofu or something. Oh heck, I don’t have a clue what I should be doing. But sitting here waiting just feels…wrong. It goes against my nature. And it’s making me grumpy.

Here’s another shirt I need:

So, yes. It’s a rough week. This can definitely not be chalked up to the finest week of my half marathon training, that’s for sure. My positive mood and my warrior attitude is taking a temporary hiatus. But that’s all it is. Just temporary.

Because I know what will happen Saturday.

Saturday, I will be standing amongst thousands of other runners who have had the same kind of week I’ve had, more or less. Who have also had the ups and downs of training. Who have also, at times, doubted their abilities but yet rose above that doubt and walked to that starting line anyway. Just like I will. I will stand among fellow runners, fellow humans, fellow fighters. And I will do what I didn’t think I would be able to do.

“Tears streamed down my face as I crossed the finish line. I was a new person, a runner.”
-Thomas King

This will be me.

I will add a check mark beside the “half marathon” entry on my bucket list. And I will be proud. So very proud.

I am prepared. I am ready.

***

“Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.”
– Napoleon Hill

Posted by Melissa Edmondson. Categories: Freestyle Writings/Musings, Running. Tags: blog, change, changed, half marathon, health, heart, inspiration, inspirational, marathon, motivation, motivational, New River Marathon, passion, photos, Quotes, race, runner, running, running shirts, writing. 4 Comments

Apr. ’13

Brutal Beginnings

Isn’t that picture just so darn cute?? Look at the wittle chickies… I could just sit here and look at their cute little selves all day long. Awwwww. Here chickie chickie chickie…

Ok, sorry. I’ll get to the point now.

So, I just finished the last long run of my half marathon training plan. I’m 10 days away from the race, so it’s time to taper down and do shorter runs to give myself some rest in preparation for the big day. I’m a little nervous since I missed a few weeks of training due to various life circumstances, but I think I’m ready.

There’s something I’ve learned in the past few weeks during these attempts at longer runs – if I can get past the first 3 miles, it’s all downhill from there. Well, not literally downhill…but you know what I mean. Because the beginning of a run? Whew. Let me tell ya. I don’t care how long you’ve been running or how far you’re able to go – the beginning just flat-out sucks. I’ve heard the saying a million times – the hardest step for a runner is the one out the front door. That is so incredibly true. (And those next few steps during the first couple of miles are no picnic either.) Yes, the beginning is definitely the hardest.

And, think about it. Isn’t it like that with most things?

For what was definitely not the first time, I began to think about the correlation between running and relationships.

Think about the beginning of a relationship. Now, I’m not talking about the dating portion. That part is usually awesome. Everyone is putting on their best masks and presenting the finest portion of themselves. So, of course, nothing can go wrong there. There’s nothing not to like because all the negative is hidden under the costume. So, no – it’s not dating I’m talking about here. I’m talking about the beginning of the relationship. The moment when you cross over into ‘potentially forever’ territory.

This is when it gets hard.

All of a sudden those things that were soooo cute before just aren’t so cute anymore. His precious spontaneity turns into inability to make plans. Her perfectly groomed makeup and hair turns into something that takes forever to achieve and makes you late for events. His carefree attitude that was so fun before turns into him not being able to take anything serious. Her loving adoration turns into suffocation.

Isn’t it funny how that happens?

The beginning is always the hardest.

Now is when you have to make the decision to proceed. Just the same as it is with running, you have to remember why you’re here and why you’re doing what you’re doing. You’re taking a chance. You’re putting effort into something that matters. You know? You wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t a reason. The things worth having usually don’t come easy. But, as it is with running, you wouldn’t be doing this if there wasn’t something inside you that knows that you need to. You wouldn’t be training for your first 5k/10k/half marathon/marathon, whatever, if it wasn’t something that you were drawn to. Something that you know deep down inside that you are truly capable of and something that you need to do in order to fulfill some part of you that has an empty space just for that.

See the correlation?

Don’t give up. Hang in there. This is just the hard part. Push through this part and prepare yourself for what you’ve earned on the other side. Like Dolly Parton says – “The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” And a little rain is not gonna kill you.

That rainbow is going to be so worth it.

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“Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.”
– Henry Ford

Posted by Melissa Edmondson. Categories: Freestyle Writings/Musings, Running. Tags: blog, change, changed, dating, heart, inspiration, inspirational, love, motivation, motivational, passion, photos, race, relationships, runner, running, writing. Leave a comment

Apr. ’13

And still.

The week goes on. New horrible news has filled the TV screen. We go back to work. We continue with our daily lives and go back to the way things were before we heard about it.

And still.

I continue to blog. I continue to write on other topics. But still it sits there. Waiting for more to be said. More to be done. But what? What can we do? What can we say?

And still.

Still the thoughts won’t go away. Won’t leave my mind. Something is begging to be said. But I have no idea what it is.

My thoughts keep going back to Kathrine Switzer, the first woman to ever officially run the Boston Marathon. (Other women ran, but weren’t allowed bib numbers to show that they were “official” runners and to have their results included among the male runners. Kathrine registered using her initials only and was given a bib number. Once the “mistake” was discovered, race officials stormed the track and tried to remove her numbers, but other male racers formed a barrier around her and her boyfriend shoved them away.) Kathrine is quoted as saying this:

“If you lose faith in humanity, go out and watch a marathon.”

On Monday when I first heard the news, that quote immediately popped into my mind. And I didn’t want that quote to be tainted by having it discovered that the bombing was intentional. But, of course, it was confirmed that it was no accident. Someone did this on purpose. On purpose.

And still.

Still, that quote was there. I couldn’t get it out of my head. But doesn’t this event erase that quote? Shouldn’t what happened serve to prove that humanity is somehow tainted now and Ms. Switzer’s words no longer stand true?

No.

No, it does not.

I have struggled so much with this. And I’ve finally figured out why that quote doesn’t want to leave my mind.

It’s still true.

“If you lose faith in humanity, go out and watch a marathon.” Yes. Watch the 117th running of the Boston Marathon. Watch what happened surrounding the horrible, unfathomable bombing that took place at the finish line. Watch how people immediately responded and started helping each other. Watch how perfect strangers lifted each other off the ground and carried each other where further help awaited. Watch how marathoners ripped off their shirts on the spot and used them as tourniquets to stop blood flow on the injured. Watch how Dr Vivek Shah, an orthopedic surgeon who was just ready to approach the finish line area when he heard the blasts, continued to run towards the scene and immediately began using his expertise to aid the victims. Watch how other finishers passed the 26.2-mile finish line and continued running an extra 2 miles to Massachusetts General Hospital where they donated blood.

Further still.

Listen to the stories that followed in the days to come. Listen to the story of Laura Wellington. Laura was one of the ones who did not finish and was still running when the blast occurred. She knew that her family and friends were waiting at the finish line and didn’t know if they were safe. Once she finally found out what was happening and, after wandering around alone and in fear for her loved ones, was finally able to contact a member of her party to confirm their safety, she fell to the ground crying with relief. By this point, a couple, one of whom had finished the marathon, was walking in the same area and stopped to ask if she was ok. She convinced them she was and, after explaining the situation, the man, who had just worked so hard to obtain the coveted Boston Marathon medal, took that very medal from around his neck and gave it her. Just like that. Laura put out a plea on Facebook as what she thought was a hopeless attempt at locating this kind man who extended such a humane gesture to her – and was able to identify him. Brent Cunningham from Alaska. Brent now joins the list among the many, many little heroes that surround this tragedy.

And still.

Even now, on a smaller scale, look around you. Odds are that you probably know a runner. And most of us, not having any clue what to do to show our support, have done all we know to do. We just run. Running isn’t going to fix anything (at this point, what can really?), and it’s not going to change what happened in any way, but it is our attempt to show that our spirit remains untouched. We put on our fake little printed out Boston memorial “bibs” and run in honor of all who were affected in any way – including ourselves. We don’t know what to say. We don’t know what to do. So we run. We just run.

And still.

And still humanity stands firm. We are still what we were seconds before those blasts occurred. We are human beings who love each other; who care about each other; and who rise to the occasion when we’re needed. We keep moving.

We just keep moving. A little shaken, yes. A little confused, yes. Feeling a little helpless, yes. But still moving.

Still.

***

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”– Mahatma Gandhi

Posted by Melissa Edmondson. Categories: Freestyle Writings/Musings, Running. Tags: accident, blog, bomb, boston, change, changed, death, friendship, heart, heartbreak, inspiration, inspirational, loss, love, motivation, motivational, passion, photos, Quotes, race, relationships, runner, running, writing. 2 Comments

Apr. ’13

Boston

As a writer and a runner, I feel drawn to blog about what happened in Boston yesterday. But honestly, there just aren’t any words. There just aren’t. I don’t know what I can say that others before me haven’t already said. How do you make sense of such useless violence at an event that is supposed to be filled with joy and pride and unity?

All I know to say is what I posted on Facebook yesterday in the midst of the first news coming out about the bombings, and what I’ve turned to myself many times before (including most recently during my little personal “disaster”). These words from Mr. Rogers:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”
– Fred Rogers

Knowing that good still exists is sometimes the only thing that gets you through things like this. Because it does. It truly does. For every nutjob, there are thousands of kind, good, caring citizens to help pick up the pieces from the destruction they leave behind.

Today, I will join the many runners across the nation who will be putting on our makeshift race bibs (see picture below) and running in honor of everyone who was affected by what happened yesterday – the victims, the injured, the families and friends, the bystanders, the runners (both present at the marathon and otherwise), and anyone else whose heart was broken by this blow to humanity. I’m due an 11-mile run, which will be the farthest I’ve run so far. No time like today. Will you join me?

Print out the bib below and pin it to your shirt. And run. I don’t care if you run 0.5 mile or 50. Just run. Just run. Do what we runners always do best – overcome adversity by putting one foot in front of the other and keep continuing to move forward.

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“If you can’t fly, then run. If you can’t run, then walk. If you can’t walk, then crawl. But whatever you do, keep moving.”
– Martin Luther King, Jr.

Posted by Melissa Edmondson. Categories: Freestyle Writings/Musings, Running. Tags: accident, blog, bombs, boston, change, friendship, health, heartbreak, inspiration, inspirational, loss, motivation, motivational, passion, photos, Quotes, race, runner, running, writing. Leave a comment

Apr. ’13

Excuses = Fuel

I went for a 4-mile run this morning. This was only my second run since my accident a few weeks ago. I’m trying to take it slow and ease back in. But after today’s run, I have realized something.

I’m ready.

My half marathon is 3 weeks from today. This wreck did slow me down, I’ll give it that. But it’s not going to stop me. I’m still going to do what I had planned to do. No excuses.

While running, I was thinking of all this and this random phrase entered my mind:

Turn your excuses into fuel.

At first, I’m not sure where that phrase came from or even if it made any sense. But as I thought about it more, it started making perfect sense. I started thinking of all of the excuses I’ve used in regards to running and all of the ways that I’ve turned those excuses from hindrances to motivators. And if you’re a runner – or even if you’re just a living breathing human and have considered doing anything ever and have let excuses stop you – you might relate to some of these. Here are some examples of the excuses I have used in the past, and the responses I found to give myself:

I can’t run because I am overweight. Oh yeah? Well awesome. Running will help you lose weight. Go run.

I can’t run because I don’t have the energy. Oh yeah? No energy? Awesome. Running will help you find that energy. The feeling after a run is hard to beat. You’re energized for the day. Now go run.

I can’t run because I’m too tired. Awesome. See above. Running energizes you. That tired feeling will be gone before you know it. Run.

I can’t run because I have kids. Really? You have kids? Awesome. Teach them that staying active and healthy is important. Show them that if you can do it, they can do it. And you might even get to the point where you do it together. So go get started. Go run.

I can’t run because it’s taking too much time away from my kids. No, it’s not. It’s taking some time away from your kids – not too much time. And you know you need some time alone. And besides, you’re teaching your kids that time alone is important too and they’ll know to make it a priority one day themselves. And that’s something that they really need to learn. Go run.

I can’t run because I don’t have time. Yes, you do. I used to say the same thing and, believe me, I am extremely busy. I live over an hour from where I work and I have two active teenagers. I found the time. You will too. You make time for what’s important. Run.

I can’t run because it’s raining outside or it’s cold or there’s a tornado or a hailstorm or whatever. Awesome. Good reason to finally join the gym. And you can do more than run there. There are weights and machines and everything. And if you try hard enough you can even figure out how to use them. True story.

I don’t have the money to join the gym. You don’t? Awesome. That will make you cut your expenses in other places like you know you needed to do anyway. It’s amazing how much you can save when you turn those lunchtime McDonald’s runs into lunchtime gym runs.

I’m going through a relationship breakup. Yeah, I know. That sucks. And it makes you sad. But guess what? Now you’re going to have even more time to run. Taking time to spend with just yourself is more important now than ever. Take this new time and use it. You’ll amaze yourself with how strong you are. Now go run.

And now we got back together. Oh yeah? Awesome. Now you have your running buddy and cheerleader back. And he understands and supports you training for this half marathon. Don’t worry about taking the time you need to train. He gets it. And he’ll be there at the finish line. How awesome is that? Now go run.

Now I have all these man-hating songs on my running playlist… Awesome. Replace all the dude references with references to your old self instead. It’s amazing how motivating those songs can be when you dedicate them to the old excuse maker that used to be you. Show that chick who’s the boss and who’s going to rise above it all. Go run.

And finally…

I can’t run because I had a wreck. Yes, you did. And it was scary and it sucked. And you got hurt. But it won’t last forever. It took a little out of your training schedule plans, but that’s ok. There’s nothing written in stone that says you had to follow every single step of that training plan. Two days before you got in that accident, you ran 10 miles. TEN MILES! Girlfriend, you got this. That wreck did nothing but make you stronger than you were before. Because it served to show you that NOTHING is going to stop you.

So, yep.

Turn your excuses into fuel.

Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? Glad I thought of it.

Now, go run.

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“It is wise to direct your anger towards problems – not people;
to focus your energies on answers – not excuses.”
– William Arthur Ward

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Apr. ’13

Back in the Saddle

Today I decided not to be a wimp.

For the past five days since my accident, I’ve been moping and whining thinking that I’m not going to be able to run again anytime soon. Now, yes, I know running should be the last thing on my mind after what I went through. But the fact is, it’s just not. It’s very much in the forefront of my mind. Running has been my best friend for a while. Call me crazy, I don’t care. But that’s just a fact. When everything around me was changing, running was always there to turn to. Friends came and went, circumstances changed sometimes at the drop of a hat, family emergencies took place, etc. etc. But still. There was running. My old pal, my old confidant. It never left me.

So, to feel like it was going to be gone for a while made me pretty sad. Almost depressed even.

Especially given that this happened right in the middle of my half marathon training. As most of you know (since I mention it every other breath), I have my first half marathon scheduled for May 4. That’s 25 days away. I mean, if I were counting. But I’m not. Because ya know. It’s no biggie or anything….

MY FIRST HALF MARATHON IS 25 DAYS AWAY! AHHH!

And here I am sitting around missing valuable training days because of a dumb ol’ accident.

Well, today, I decided I’m not having that anymore.

Now, I was careful, mind you. I’m wasn’t going to jump back out there and run 10 miles again like I ran last week. But I did jump back out there. And I ran 3.5 miles. And I’m pretty darn proud of myself, even if I do say so. Man, it felt good. And I even did it on my lunch break from work. Even better.

As I ran, one of my favorite “I am woman, hear me roar” running songs came on my playlist, and the lyrics stood out to me more today than ever before. The song is Survivor by Destiny’s Child:

I’m a survivor
I’m not gonna give up
I’m not gonna stop
I’m gonna work harder
I’m a survivor
I’m gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin’

You dang right. This girl is a survivor. Has been before, will be today, and will be tomorrow. That’s just all there is to it.

Today will be known as my “back in the saddle” day.

May 4 half marathon, here I come.

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“I run because it’s so symbolic of life. You have to drive yourself to overcome the obstacles. You might feel that you can’t. But then you find your inner strength, and realize you’re capable of so much more than you thought.”
– Arthur Blank

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Apr. ’13

10 Miles….

“Believe that you can run farther or faster. Believe that you’re young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do. Don’t let worn-out beliefs stop you from moving beyond yourself.”
– John Bingham

Ok. Today is the day that I’m supposed to run 10 miles.

What the crap? TEN miles??

I’m not feeling extremely positive about this right at the moment. After all, I struggled with just 3 yesterday. It’s amazing how different some running days are from others. Those runs fall into that whole “momma said there’d be days like this” category, I suppose. So, after having such a crappy running day yesterday, my mind is screaming at me that I’m just not ready for this 10-miler and maybe I should skip it. Maybe I should just wait and do a few more short runs and try the longer run later. Maybe it’s not time for me to step it up just yet and I should hold back a little. Maybe this. Maybe that. Excuse. Excuse. Excuse.

But then I remember something.

I’m not a quitter.

I’m just not. In other non-running areas of my life, I’ve always been very determined to see things through. My mom has always told me that determination is one of my finest qualities. (Although, I’m certain it’s also been the culprit of some of my downfalls at times…but we’re not talking about that right now…) Point is, if I can be determined in other areas of my life, I can be determined in this one too.

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

Every increase in mileage in my training plan has caused this same fear in me. I remember when I did 5 miles for the first time. All I could think of was how I barely made it to 5, now how was I going to do 6? Then I did 6 miles, and had the same thought about 7. And so on. And every time, I stepped up to the challenge. Every time. Today will be no different.

Today, after a long, tedious workday, I am going to put my running shoes on, and I’m heading out the door. I’m going to get my playlist ready to play the strongest, most powerful running music I can find, I’m going to bring along my nifty little water bottle that straps to my hand, I’m going to clear my mind of any of life’s annoyances that might be bothering me, and I’m going to run 10 miles. That’s just all there is to it.

Oh, and besides, I have a fail-proof plan. I know I can run 5 miles. There’s no question about that. So, I’m just going to run 5 miles away from my car. Then I have no choice but to come 5 miles back or I can’t go home. See? I’m a genius.

Ok, people. Today is the day I become a double-digit runner. Let’s do this.