Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Waking Up





It came at me like a cool  breeze. The fresh air reaching my lungs waking me up from this  long slumber. Goal.  Running goals.  They have  come and gone with no substance for too long.  But this is different and I   recognize you  from before.  Before when I was driven.

I don't yet fully recognize the how and the why.  I only  know that I was moved deeply and forever changed. Things flow into another, turning and moulding.  A death here, a broken bone there, relationships and responsibilities mounting. Chance meetings  guiding  the way back to music long forgotten.   Movement through dance needing to express all that I did not have the words for.  You have been gentle.  Passionate. Patient and kind.  I twirl and stumble.  Your arms steady me back to the rhythm.   New friendships.  Strength returning so that I can feel this breeze, really feel it.

The goal is different but just as deep as those others from long ago.  I need to  train hard so as not to cheat myself.  I will know when I have done all that I can do and then I will go out there and experience it head on.   Right now it is very important that I do not cheat myself.  Train hard and mean it.   I will not let this slip through my fingers.  I am holding on tight.  There is life to be found here. The race is the path that leads to it..  I will not cheat  on myself anymore.  Funny how running mirrors life.

Stage 1 of training has already begun. 6  more months to go.


Wednesday, May 8, 2013

First Thoughts Re: Canadian Death Race

Just starting to think about the Canadian Death Race which I will be running one leg of in August.
Why? Why? 
1) Scenery
2) Face my fear of bears
3) Friend signed me up

These reasons seem..... a little lacking.  For inspiration I will think of the two elderly British  sisters who climbed Everest because they were bird watchers and who trained by gardening.  They succeeded.






Friday, October 19, 2012

Honour Run

Here we are down to the last 24 hours to the day I had set aside for you.  It seemed fitting that I would run in the first paramedic 1/2.   What a journey of grief it has been, JP.  For 3 years I have been gently trying to find you  to apologize but at the same time I did not want to disrupt your happy family.  You wife and your two daughters the same age as mine. The old girlfriend  should not just show up on your doorstep and possibly make things difficult for you. I wanted to run into you naturally that is why I kept telling my old friends if they ever saw you to tell you to call me.  I thought it would happen that way.  I wanted to say sorry for our previous visit so that I could change the memory of that look on your face when I told you I'm sorry I do not think back on those times as they were not good memories for me.  You face when I said that will not leave my memory.  I wanted to see you again to say it was not you I was trying to erase....the words came out wrong.  It was the rest of it.  What I should have said was thank you JP for being there for me in my young years. You were safe.  You were kind.  You took me out of my house.  You saved me because you listened.  You were good to me.

 The news of your death was something I will never ever forget.  Your smell  of cigarettes and youth  blew past me the moment I was told. Then I remembered what you told me behind my parents house all those years ago.  You were on my left.  You did not look at me when you told me what happened to you.

I should have gone to your place.  I should have phoned you.   I thought you had a happy life.  If I had known I would have come for you.  I would have taken you running.  I would have brought you a skateboard  and taken you  outside to help you remember you who are.  I would not have judged you.  You were gentle.  You never said a bad word about anybody. I should have checked in on you.

I have tried to honour you since the news.  I Sweat, I danced, I sang, I sat by the fires, I passed tobacco, I smudged,  I listened to the Elders and I  prayed to God.  I talked to my husband, my wonderful loving husband.  I talked to my friends who knew you until some of them started to avoid me.  People can only stand so much grief I guess.

I am sorry I did not find you.  I am sorry that I did not follow my intuition.

Tomorrow I will run in the traditional way for you.  May my spirit connect with your spirit one last time  before letting you go and leaving this place of grief behind.  I will  never forget you.  You are free.

Goodbye JP.


The Run

was  grateful to arrive at the event with Bob beside me wearing his kilt and 'gorilla shoes".  I think he stood out more which was  a relief because although I was in traditional dress I did not want to be noticed.

 Setting out I knew I had 2 - 2 1/2 hours to honour his memory.   the race had to be run the way it should yet I didn't want this  time to end.  I settled into a comfortable steady pace. I thought of him the entire time.  I listened to the songs, felt my surroundings. I saw a lady running with a paper heart pinned on her back with the word Dad in the centre.  I had Jerry's picture  on my back.  I set in to her left and ran beside her for some time until it was time to pull away.  Usually I will make a point of talking with people who are running for a loved one.  Today I did not talk with anyone.

The last mile was approaching and something changed. It was as though I could feel his spirit.... or maybe it was  my own spirit.  Maybe it was just the feeling of being a  little bit  crazy for running for 2 hours and 8 minutes in deep thought. Maybe it was endorphins.  Whatever it was  I could now feel a pull and it felt like I was running after him or running faster in encouragement....sort of like taking a running start before you do a long jump or something.  The run was coming to an end. The place I had been in since hearing the news of his death was coming to an end too.  I ran him though the finish and felt  him leaving.  I was overwhelmed with  emotion  and dashed though the finish crying in that tortured way you sometimes see in other people's faces when they cry.  Nice.  I hope they didn't capture that in the finishing photos. This moment ended abruptly with someone putting  a medal around my neck and the race director giving me a high five. With that it was all over.  It was time to not look back.  The dead need to stay with the dead and the living need to be with the living.





Friday, June 22, 2012

Lovely Night Run

Things are looking up in the running department. Last night's run was fabulous and kind of strange.  I felt light and fatigue did not set in when it usually does.  It felt like there was the softest breeze pushing me forward, except there was no breeze. A kind of determination that is normally foreign to me is starting to take hold.  It sprouted  from grief but is turning into something else.

Starting to use a  journal  that was a gift a few years ago.  On the cover it says:

She's turning her life
into something sacred:
Each breath a new
birth.  each moment,
 a new chance.  She bows
her head, gathers her
dreams from a pure,
deep stream and
stretches her arms
towards the sky.

finally, I am putting the journal to use....my training journal.  Every day I fill in the columns:
Activity
Intake
Giving Back
Nuture relationships
Spirit calling
Thanks to Creator.

That is how I am training.  October 1st is going to be a good day and I am going to enjoy preparing for it.  This is all for you, friend.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Monarch Caterpillars




Monarch condo.


Monarch egg and itty bitty caterpillar









Bigger caterpillars.  We are going to have a lot of butterflies this year.


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On the training front: Seem to be doing a lot of solo training runs, bike rides and strength exercises. I think I am working hard in a symbolic way....to make up for being too late for the J. Life is painful and happy and sentimental and crushing.






Thursday, June 7, 2012

Moroccan Mint

Last year I was gifted with a snip of a moroccan mint plant that was actually brought here from Morocco. The guy must have loved his plant to be willing to take it on the plane with him. I planted it by the tree of hope in the front yard which is expanding to include edibles...my secret project to create a front yard edible landscape without the neighbours noticing. The plant has grown nicely so that it is time to harvest it. I would love to harvest enough to be able to drink mint tea all year long. There will be a later post on how to dry mint leaves, but in the meantime here is a little recipe I found on epicurious for making moroccan mint tea. I changed it up a little:

1 Tbsp. loose chinese gunpowder green tea
5 cups boiling water
Honey to taste
1 large bunch fresh mint ( 1 ounce)

Directions:
Put tea in pot and pour 1 cup boiling water, then swirl gently to warm pot and rinse tea. Strain out and discard water, leaving the tea leaves in pot.

Add the remaining 4 cups boiling water to tea and let steep 2 minutes. Stir in honey and mint sprigs and steep 3-4 minutes.

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On the running front.....
Had a nice hard run up garbage hill last night. I tore it up out there....as much as a 45 year old woman can tear it up that is. A thought came that I should do an honour run and that felt right.







Thursday, May 17, 2012

Light in the Darkness

Had a nice little run in the woods with a friend with some good conversation. Some people go to therapy to work stuff out. Others just keep running. With each run they are connecting and getting a little bit closer to figuring out what needs to be figured out. As the magnet that is stuck on my aunt's fridge says, "Life ain't for sissies". No it ain't.










Tuesday, May 8, 2012



I drive my husband crazy, just as I did the guy before him because apparently I give everything away, or just get rid of stuff. The B Man has still not gotten over the fact that I lent my somewhat expensive tent and sleeping bag to someone in need over 20 years ago. Thankfully he never knew me when I left my record collection behind. That would have killed him.

Yet I find myself struggling with letting these go....
These are my favourite. They are maybe 8 years old and have no cushioning left. They fit like a glove. The partner to this shoe was last seen somewhere in Gimli in a parking lot beside a pile of snow. I had a lot of fun in these shoes running through snow, mud, fields and mountains.

These ones are even older and did well ( even though they look like garbage) until last summer when the sides busted open after running sideways up garbage hill. They lost the comfort after that.

They both sit on the shoe rack near the front door. Strange what we hang on to.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Running and Drying Chives

 Completely forgot about the Police Half this weekend....the one I blogged about enthusiastically  a few months back.  Ya well I haven't trained at all for it.  Instead of running to something, maybe I  am running away from something as the Jude once suggested. Too busy running to get the rattling out of my head instead of training for the physical fun of it.  Running through the good times, the bad and the sad.





 
Chives. A safer topic. 










The chives are ready to harvest already. The temptation was to  hang them from the rafters but apparently they lose their taste and smell like straw. Instead I put them in the cheapo dehydrator which is starting to fall apart....





....and viola! dried chives in a few short hours. They smell lovely and retain the green colour nicely.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

My Running Dirty Little Secret


(Daughter Younger begged me not to post this)...

Black and loose toenail, blood blister and dried up blister. Worn with pride.


After:
Thanks, Leyla!




Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Polar Bear Run on Lake Winnipeg Accomplished

I did a little review of the race at winnipegbarefootrunners.blogspot.com


Some good information for anyone who likes to go play on the ice. Getting educated helped to calm my nerves for race day.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Step 2:check

2) Figuring out how to get to Gimli: Done.

3) Dealing with the guilt of leaving my kids alone all day: work in progress.


This is my client's grater that had a little mishap recently.

My friend says not to worry as we will be running closer to the shore line this year on account of the conditions. Not sure if she read the race directors update saying it will take 3-4 hours to finish this race. It will take my friend and I 5 or 6 so really not thinking they are going to stick around for us slow pokes.

That is the end of my rant. From here on in I will remember that I am doing this race primarily to support a friend in achieving her goal. I really will not be much help if I spew out my fears to her. As of now, they are bottled up. By Sunday I will have accepted the risks and responsibility of taking part in this adventure. I will dig deep into wherever it is that my willpower resides within, and go out in a positive attitude. Even though I am not conditioned to run 20, I am pretty close. My mind, resolve, and faith will have to step up to fill in the rest.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Polar Bear Update

2 days ago I ran 14 miles in preparation for this 16 mile race. Shortly afterwards I received word that there is going to be a little detour due to markers not being set ( not enough snow) and troublesome large air bubbles (snowmobiles have broken through). The detour will have us running closer to the shoreline so we don't get lost but also adds 4 more miles. I will say right now I am not physically conditioned to run 20 miles, on ice or otherwise. We are supposed to hope for no more snow and no double digit plus temperatures from now until race day, otherwise there will be water flow. Heard on the radio the projected temp for weekend: double digit plus temps.

Oh, and I heard someone fell through the ice on a different lake a few days ago. Maybe they came upon an air pocket?

Hoping for a better update soon.



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Registration Polar Bear Race: Check.

Step 1: Done.
Step 2: Figure out how I will get to Gimli early morning March 11. Will put out feelers. The diesel is not an option unless I can find a plug in.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Bloody Hell Race and Friendship

The Polar Bear run is fast approaching. The run that brought me to my knees last year, or should I say almost flat on my face 3/4 of the way into it. Running in the winter is one thing. Running in the wide open spaces without cover in winter is a whole other thing....everything froze. That day I over exerted thinking that I could see the finish but the finish never came. Beware of judging distances in wide open spaces. That day hypoglycemia set in. That day I had a slow freeze and even the 5 hot shots did not make a dent. That day I could barely hang onto the driver of the snowmobile when he came to get me. I should not have ever left my group to run alone in the middle of nowhere. It was a day of learning.

My running buddy has registered but she will be running it alone. She says she is not as prepared as she was last year for this race. She says she is going to rely on prayer. She needs to finish this race to gain confidence for the biggie coming up in the summer.

Registration has closed. Maybe I should just see if I can squeak in and think about the logistics later....diesal car sitting outside for 5 hours, how to get the kids to their sports events, how I would drive there without getting lost ( my specialty). There is one other thing.....


FEAR!!!!!!!!!!



I would do this race to support a friend,but first I have to make a phone call to see if it is even possible......


Polar Bear Race 2011. Shortly after this was taken I would not be able to see anybody ahead or behind me for the remainder of the race.......

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Ice Donkey 2012 - How It Went Down

Daughter Younger had been tagging along in my last few skating sessions in prep of this solo adventure race. It was unlike her to to give up her Sundays to be with her friends to go skating with her mother and when I asked her about it she replied " Cuz I want to do Ice Donkey too". That conversation took place 7 days before the race. I spent the next 5 days telling her why she shouldn't do this race. 2 days before the race she was registered...along with her 12 year old cousin whom she recruited. Cousin's dad was already registered and he was going to do the map reading and keep us from getting lost. My running partner-in-crime, Nicole, had also signed up.

Prior to daughter signing up, my worries were focussed on how I was going to manage the skating section, and...well that was about it. After Daughter Younger signed on I got a whole whack of things to worry about. Once I set her up with my bike, running gear ( second hand store all for under $40. Good gear, too), and snowshoes I was able to relax.

Race day rolled around and she didn't complain at getting up at 5 am. I was not feeling grounded...worried that I would put my shoes in the wrong drop box and have to run in my biking boots. Or worse, I would forget her shoes.

Nicole picked us up and we struggled to get all 3 bikes on her new bike rack. Colin stopped by to pick up Olivia and just as she was entering the car she said she had not drunk anything since waking up. I was so worried about getting the right clothing and gear that hydrating her completely slipped my mind. She was about to start an adventure race without fluids. Colin said he would pick up some water for her and breakfast for his daughter on the way. That was good enough for me as this adventure would be equivalent to playing outside for a few hours. Same difference, right?

As we were following Colin on the way to the race, Nicole became obsessed about her new bike rack and confessed she was worried all 3 of our bikes would either come crashing through the back of her window or crashing to the ground and getting promptly run over. I had not noticed that the rack was swaying from side to side. She was commenting on how nice Colin's bike rack was when all of a sudden he pulled his car over. Just as he stopped the car, his 16 year old rack collapsed in a heap on the road, followed by their 2 bikes. We all brainstormed for a few minutes but in the end he managed to stuff the 2 bikes in the trunk of his little car and we were off again. Colin was calm throughout this ordeal but Nicole and I were basically hysterical at this point.

We arrived at the site 10 minutes later, entered the Forks and began the final registration process. We unloaded the drop boxes and I was feeling generally relaxed. was feeling confident we got everything in the right drop box, especially after Nicole reassured me of this fact 3 or 4 times. Now all that was left to do was go play outside for a few hours. Eventually someone announced it was time for the racers to meet on the ice in five minutes. nicole mentioned we should keep our map handy as we were preparing to head out. Colin replied he never uses a map for these city races because you just follow the crowd. Colin is a wilderness guru. For fun he goes into the woods solo for a few days once or twice a year and once he even trekked in the rockies for a week by himself without getting lost. Upon this sage advice I ignored the guy next to us who had his waterproof map attached to his jacket all handy like and proceeded to stuff mine into the bottom of my back pack. We slapped on a few hot shots and headed out the door.

As were were gathered on the ice listening to the race director give important information, we start to get chilled. Olivia tells me her hands are cold. I don't worry about it too much because her pogies will warm them up once we get going. Except we don't go any time soon with all the announcements. what seemed like 5 or 10 minutes later, Olivia's hands have not warmed up even though she kept them in the pogies. Colin solves the problem by offering her a pair of warm mitts he had in his pack. For all that talking I have NO IDEA what the race director said...couldn't hear a thing from where we were positioned.

Finally we are off! We position ourselves at the very back. A few minutes into the ride we come across what is to be one of many slick patches of ice and experience our first of wipe out. Before we know it we are all alone....except for some guy who is trailing behind us and who is frequently talking into a walkie talkie. I later learn he is what is called the Sweeper. Aprox 20 minutes into the ride we experience our first directional problem. I was heading towards the canoe club ( hey there was a trail) and I do believe wildness man confirmed this was the right way. Sweeper guy sets us straight and tells us to go in the opposite direction. Is it just me, or does this guy think we're not going to last long out here? Shortly afterwards I notice Colin has decided to consult the map.

About an hour and a half later ( I don't do time well so the stats may be way off) we get to leave the bikes behind and put on snow shoes. I glossed over the bike part, but it was the most difficult part of the race from my point of view. The girls were troopers but they weren't having a lot of fun. This was an hour and a half of hard work! Also, for the entire bike portion I was wondering how I would explain to my husband how my child got frost bite while in my care (turns out they were not cold).

We started the snowshoe section of the race in typical fashion by unknowingly going backwards about 1/2 km into it. Colin forged ahead to set us straight. By this time we lost Sweeper guy ( I think we earned some credits by actually finishing the bike portion). This bit gave the kids a rest and they looked like they were having fun again. The sun had come out and it was warming up. Even though I was wearing well worn shoes, a blister formed at my heel from the snowshoes pulling at the back of the shoe. This portion took about an hour.

We arrived back at the bikes and had to ride to the running portion. I don't think we got lost again and this section was basically uneventful...just a nice bike ride in the middle of a sunny winter day.

Next is the running station. colin and the kids get their shoes on first and we tell them to go ahead, we'll catch up. They must have made good time because it is not for a long time later that we catch them. This was a much longer leg than I had imagined and the girls were getting seriously tired ( I think they may have gone out too fast). Around this time the race director phones Colin on his cell. I am not at all focussed on time and have no idea how long we have been out. After what seems like an hour of running I become worried that this kind of endurance might be too much for the girls. Colin informs them that we are getting close to the cut off time. He asks them to think about whether they want to quit at the end of the running section ( which we might finish before the cut off), or complete the skating section, but it will be on our time as the race will have closed by the time we get there. The girls agree they would like to finish at the end of the running section. The last 1/4 of this section they had to dig deep. I try to give them helpful hints which are not helpful. Colin and Nicole also give very encouraging words to the girls. Eventually Colin spots the people at the end and he tells the girls they are waiting to see the girls finish and that they should run strong. This works! After this momentum kind of takes over.

We arrive at the skating section and are greeted by volunteers, Colin's wife, his parents, and his sister's family. How awesome to have this kind of support! I hear Aiyana tell her grandpa they are not going to do the skating portion, but grandpa says something encouraging and the next thing I know we are all in skates and the girls flew off. the girls are awesome skaters and there was only 4 km left. I knew this would be fun for them. They could show their stuff. Nicole and I are left behind but they are always within our sight. We turn a corner and for 2 km are skating right into the wind. The girls are behind Colin and they look very graceful.

We finally finish at 3:45 and someone takes our picture. We are hurried inside the catch the awards ceremony I am told. As soon as we enter there is loud applause from about 50 racers, volunteers, and the race directors. They stayed to cheer the girls. I cannot begin to explain how this warms the heart...to see the generosity of fellow runners give support in this manner. They would normally have gone home this late but they stayed behind to cheer them in. Tears come again even as I write this.

I had no idea that this day would end up ranking one of my best race experiences ever. I take my DFL and hold it dear. The girls did not seem to think it was a big deal, but I am deeply touched by their strength of character. I believe they will always remember the support they received at the end of this race.



Here is a snippet of the event I found on Youtube. I like the beginning portion the best. The rest doesn't seem to fully capture the challenge of Ice donkey in my opinion.Even so, it is a good glimpse of what the day was like.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Little Accomplishments

Managed to pull myself out of bed to see Carolyn-the-Torturer yesterday. I never work so hard as when I am with her, but can only afford to go once a week. I need activity in my life, but working out under her direction puts it at a whole different level and feels great ( about half hour after working out, that is). I made a promise to never tell her I can't do something. I will collapse or vomit before quitting. She is the professional and always brings me to the edge, but never over the edge. I trust her. She laughed when I told her I haven't been running or biking, or doing any activity at all even though I have a race to do in a few weeks. I told her once I fall off the routine, fatigue sets in followed by the Big Slump . She told me she never stops. Indeed, you can never stop. It sucks.

I lack in natural athletic talent, but have come to realize physical activity feeds my mental state. A healthy mental state leads to a positive outlook, and for this I must keep going no matter what. Balance is everything.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Running Edmonton

This is some awesome opportunity to do stair training. 187 stairs! On the walk up yesterday , the B man commented that his quads were burning. Thanks to my trainer, Carolyn-the-Torturer, my quads faired quite nicely. This day, however, trying to run up with a backpack was another experience and I was reduced to walking a lot of it.


Part 2 of the stairs.


I have a poor sense of direction (ummm, that is an understatement). Here is one of my shoe signs. Surprisingly it was still there on the way back.

This is a beautiful walk area in Oliver area.
The valley. So many places to run below.
The bridge I feared for nothing.
One of the best things about running Edmonton were the motorists. Every single vehicle I came across stopped to let me cross the street. Every single one. Thank you Edmonton. What a great city to run in!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Surprisingly one of the best moments of today's run was when the iPod died. It allowed me to hear the crunch crunch crunch of the snow with every step and this reminded me of Tim. He was a friend of the B man who had been hit by a car and had to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life as a result. He said the thing he missed most was hearing the crunching sound when he walked in the snow. I had never really thought about how nice that is, to feel and hear this crunching sound on a crisp winter day. Thank you for that perspective, Tim. I hope you are walking to your heart's content in crunchy snow in Heaven.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Treherne Recap

Woke up at 4 am feeling chipper ( I know, its disgusting). Hope was in the air, baby. There is something magical about this little race and the people who make it happen. At some point during our drive out I mentioned that today is going to be my turnaround day, a new beginning or something like that. Nicole replied by saying I make that statement every Sunday during our long runs. Here is a re-cap...

MILE 1: Nicole is always on track of how far we've gone and how fast we are going on account of of the little B___TCH she wears on her wrist. Mostly it tells us we are going too slow. Wonder of wonders it tells us we are going out too fast. The weather is beautiful and people cheering on the runners make for a great send off. I loved the little house that had Chariots of Fire flowing out its wide open windows. Thank you whoever you are!

MILE 2:Nicole announces this milestone which comes faster than expected. I reply with an enthusiastic " Only 11 more to go!". The B__TCH is telling Nicole that we ran this mile faster than the last. Nicole seems a bit concerned. I'm chasing after hope ( for a new goal I can excited about) and this just feels like the right pace. I didn't bring anything on the run today...not even a camera. The only thing I can't leave behind is a bit of fast sugar, just in case. Today it was dried banana chips stuffed up the wristband.

MILE 3: A big truck passes by kicking up a lot of dust and I think we encounter our first hill around here. The memory of seeing this hill for the first time makes me laugh. At the time I thought it was the only hill. Hahahaha. This is just the warm up hill. The hill knocked us back to our usual Sunday run long slow pace. I never know how I'm going to feel until this point in any run and this was going to be a good day ( woo hoo!). I was going to run every hill. I wasn't in any shape to say I could race this race, but it was going to be a good and steady run.

MILE 4-6: Somewhere during this time I lost Nicole on a hill. A talented runner once told me she finds flat races more difficult because you use the same muscles continously, but with hills you get to mix it up. Some muscles get to relax while others work and she found this less tiring. Remembering her words helped to get up the Mother Hill. You know which one I am talking about.
This song came on somewhere during this time and was a perfect fit to the surroundings and the mood of the day.



MILE 7: I am running off the positive vibes from the above song when a very sad song comes on. All of a sudden my mood changes as I think about this day, the anniversary of 9/11 and start bawling ( WTF?). There is a big lump in my throat and it is becoming hard to breath, cry and run at the same time. Eventually I pull myself together and silently dedicate this run to the victims, heroes, and loved ones left behind.

MILE 8:I am glad to leave the emotions of Mile 7 behind and get back to thinking about running. I am runnng more or less with a group. 2 athletic young women are quite a bit ahead but always within sight, 2 other athletic women are playing leap frog with me. I get the impression this is a training run for them as they are steady runners and chatting the whole way. There is a fellow about my age who probably doesn't have a lot of running history behind him but he generally is keeping up with us. He seems to start in spurts, push it hard, fall back and start the cycle over again. I figure we are going to lose him near the end.

MILE 9-11: Life is good. Everything is flowing nicely except that the bottom of my feet are a bit sore with all of the stones on the road. It is a bit much for my minimalist shoes. I haven't been watching where I was stepping up until this point. I catch up with Bob. He should be finished by now but his feet have taken a beating and he is taking it slow to give them a rest.

MILE 12-13: I pass the two women that were far ahead of me. Not sure why they slowed down because they still look good and strong. Or maybe it was I who sped up? All of a sudden the guy who has been trying to catch up zooms past us. This is clearly a struggle for him but his mind is in control. He is going on sheer determination and he is going to succeed. This is incredibly inspiring and I think to myself, a bit too late, that I would like to try and see if I can catch him! I pass the leap frog girls and wonder why they don't speed up. Don't they know there is food at the end???

My finishing time is 2:17:28 according to my watch. I am feeling happy because the goal of the day was to search for a new running goal and in that sense it was a success. Today is a new begining! Oh right, I say that every Sunday.


The above was written a week ago. I wanted to make sure the positive running vibes didn't slip away before posting it. This week my attitude changed. Instead of just running ( from habit or whatever) I had a goal. For the first time in 3 years I timed my run. This next little bit will be to discover what my baseline is and then step it up from there. I have a goal. It has been nudging me or a long while and there is a long way to go to even have a stab at it, but here it is:
I will run a 2 hour 1/2 marathon at Next year's Police 1/2. Ack! Did I just write that?