Become Legendary

I’m no Michael Jordan.

I’m a 51 year old woman, training for my 2nd marathon.

I ran 4 x 1 Mile splits last night.  In around 9:20-9:30 pace.  I did 40 squats.  I embarrassed myself summarily as cars were driving by…putting the squats DOWN.  I was drenched in sweat.

I’m not legendary.  Only to myself.  And my kids.  And my dogs.

But.  At the end of the day, it’s really NOT about the marathon.   It’s about THIS workout.  How I pulled it out.   All over the streets of our town.  How I didn’t think I could do it.

And.  And I did it anyway.

No excuses.  If I can do it, anyone can.

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It’s Friday

Finally.

I’ve noticed that when I post about my hellish adventures, it’s not the most cheery, so let me say this.

I don’t know if I have a glass half empty, or half full.  But, I have a glass.  And that’s a good thing.

Good luck to the Fontana Half Marathoners tomorrow!!

(Have not missed a day of running, and 6 on the schedule tomorrow to round out week 6.)

The Phonelines Are Open

Okay, where do all these young women get their smarts?  I am a weary teacher tonight, in my first week of Half Marathon Training for the River City Half Marathon.  Kim and I planned our schedule on New Years Eve, because that’s what all the cool, hip people do.  I am starting to sound like Razzdoodle, with all of his self-doubt, and then his verve and excitement.  (Good luck in Phoenix!)

So, let me tell you what goes through my mind.  Yes, I know I will be 50 in 3 weeks, and have been so excited to get into a new age bracket.  But, here’s what I’m really saying…All. The.Time.  (I am typing this as it comes into my freaking brain)

You are too old.  Really.

My shoulder hurts.

My feet look like they’ve been through a meat grinder…what happened to pedicures and open toed sandals?  I will never get a date again.

My stomach hurts, and I can’t breathe (last 3 miler).

You’re not really a runner.  You can’t even run on a perfectly gorgeous day because you might get warm.   Or on a foggy day, because you can’t see, and…well, you get the drift.

I know something bad is going to happen.  Maybe I’ll be in a coma some time this year, and if so, will someone come and pluck stray hairs that grow out of my chin?  Really.

I re-wrote my will, and told my brother-in-law that I have an iTunes playlist for music at my funeral.  His reply:  “Well, I hope it’s short; we don’t want to be sitting there forever.”

I wonder if I will die while running to “Spirit In The Sky”, and wouldn’t that be poignant.  (You know she died, while running to Spirit in the Sky.  Isn’t that great?)  It’s one of my favorite songs to run to, and I think this everytime it comes on.

I cannot do a Half Marathon.  I will fail, just like before.

Why am I even running?  I’m fatter than ever?

It’s 11pm, and I want to eat.  Really.

You are just too f***ing old.

So, honestly?  Frayed Laces, in all her twenty-something youth, had a wonderful post today about getting a new motto.  I followed that blog with aron, of runner’s rambles.  {{Hilarious dog treadmill, and have you ever noticed that girl doesn’t like capital letters?…just like I favor ellipseses…}} She inspired me too!

So…How about a Gymnotes motto?  Something that will contradict my normally negative thought process.  It would be helpful, and thanks.

The phonelines are now open.

Blogosphere Bits: Todays Top Five

Lance Armstrong is still my hero:  After reading his books, watching him survive cancer, making the LiveStrong foundation…he runs Boston.  In this video, he says, you can’t just sit back on the couch and retire.  Well, if he can’t, I guess I can’t.

 

Running Through Pregnancy  That’s just crazy talk.  Everyone’s exercising while pregnant.  I laid on my back for 9 months with a bedrest pregnancy.  Crazy mommies…soon, you’ll be wishing you could just sit down a bit.

 

Inspirational Quotes for when you mess up  Joseph Campbell rocks my world with this quote:  “The only question in life is whether or not you are going to answer a hearty ‘YES!’ to your adventure”

 

Fitness Equipment you Hate  Found this blog and this post made me laugh.  I did the elliptical this morning, due to an off run day, and was bored out of my ever lovin’ mind.  Really, thank God for the iPod.  I am now a gym rat/snob. 

 

Augusten Burroughs on The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted.  I bought yet another book, although I have no business doing that.  He is one of my favorite authors, having written all the stuff that goes on in my head.  I read Dry no less than 5 times, my family and book groups read it…and his new book is heading my way asap.  Robman and I may go see him on his book tour in San Francisco.  AB is a rock star.

 

 

Other than that, I still have no word on my job…yes? no?  Meanwhile, I get a $1900 bill for my little trip to the ER a few weeks ago.  How very special.  Yeah, I’m glad I got all those tests done.  That’s just a REALLY big number (the bigger one was $4500 total…)

 

Post Race

Date: 3/19/2008 5:45 PM
Type: Easy
Course: Post Race Short
Distance: 2.39 miles
Duration: 23:57
Pace: 10:02 / mile
Shoe: Asics
Weight: 🙂
Weather: 64° F, Windy
Statistics: Calories: 320
VO2 Max: 29

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It was a post run for sure.  I can’t believe that I could actually run 7.45, and tonight 2.4 was tough.  Calves are tight, breathing was labored.  Chalked it up to my Golden Gate Bridge snobbery.  Heh.

I loved the movie Chariots of Fire, and this is timely, for Easter.

The true story of two British track athletes competing in the 1924 Summer Olympics. One is a devout Scottish missionary who runs for God, the other is a Jewish student at Cambridge who runs for fame and to escape prejudice.

It may be time to watch this movie again.  As you know, I put music on that inspired me in each run.  Tonight, it was the memory of watching that movie in my church in Tarzana, St. James Presbyterian

I try to listen to music that will help me push through a tough run.  When I listen to Patriotic music, I visualize the men and women in Iraq, who would love to be able to run a few miles in 65 degree weather.  Listening to the theme song from Chariots of Fire, I am reminded of people who live by their uncompromised strong values. 

 

I know a few people like that.

The Tibetan Book Of Living & Dying~Page 32

I walk down the street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…..I am helpless;
it isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place;
but it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in….it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down a different street.

Two Quotes & Hurt

“You’re braver than you believe,

and stronger than you seem,

and smarter than you think.”

~Christopher Robin~

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“There’s no pain in change.

The pain is in the resistance to change.”

~Bob E.~

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Time to get real.  Face the music.  Move on and through.

A Little Less Hurt.