The End of an Era...or just 2009

It is hard to believe that 2009 is almost over. It has been a good year for our family, and we pray for another good year in 2010. It is difficult to write with some sense of coherency an overview of the year, so I think that maybe just some bulleted points of totally random thoughts might work best...

• In 2009, I learned that I am capable of doing things that I used to only watch others do - like run. I would drive down the road filled with envy as I watched runners trot down the street effortlessly. While I can't say that I run effortlessly, I can run 8 miles - 8 miles!!! In March, a mere 9 months ago, I was struggling to reach 1 mile. How amazing is that?? Knowing that I can still learn knew skills, I am more confident to try new things. Skiing, anyone?
• In 2009, I earned a master's degree. While for many that isn't a big deal, but I started going back to college 10 years ago, and going to class while working full-time and raising three daughters just isn't easy. Worthwhile - absolutely! I love to learn, and I hope that I set a good example for my kids. We are never, ever, too old to reach for our dreams! Once we give up dreaming, we give up living.
• In 2009, we lost a pet. Just last night, one of our dogs died. It was a very odd experience. He was old, and he had trouble getting around because he had gotten fat (he always stole the other dogs' food), but it is never easy to lose a pet. We had been in Nashville for the day, gotten home late, and the dogs were ready to eat. Gary fed them as usual, and Paws acted completely normal. It wasn't 15 minutes later until he just lay down and died. There was no suffering; he was just gone. Gary and I were both with him, but it still doesn't seem real. He will be missed by all of us - especially the other dogs.
• I continue to be reminded every day how fortunate I am. I have a wonderful husband who supports every crazy idea I have, and loves me no matter what; I have three beautiful and healthy daughters; I have a great step-daughter and step-son, and four step-grandchildren whom we adore; I have a job that I love and that allows me to make a difference each day; I work with great people; I have a warm home, warm clothes, plenty of food, and all that we need to make it in life; and I have a strong faith and know who provides for me. What more could one ask for?
• In 2009, I reconnected with some people from my childhood, Nancy and MaryAnn, and that is truly a blessing. Having moved to Southern Indiana when I was 11, much of my early childhood was just forgotten. It is so nice to be remembered, and to know that people remember my family, especially my dad.
• In 2009, we had visitors! In the summer our granddaughter Vika spent several weeks with us, her sisters spent a week here, my in-laws were in the area for several weeks, Bethany's friend from Germany stayed with us, and Bryce was here for a week. We love to spend time with our family, and are very grateful for the time we had with everyone.
• In 2010, my middle daughter will graduate and leave for college. It is an exciting, yet scary time. Is she really ready to move to Indy? Are we really ready for her to go? It will be a busy year, and the time will fly by. I pray that I have taught her well, and that she always makes good decisions. As most parents know, they don't always make the best decisions, but that is how they learn. I haven't always made the best decisions, especially when I was fresh out of high school. I pray that Bethany has a great year, and that the transition to college goes smoothly for her. She is a great kid, and has the potential to do great things!
• In 2010, my in-laws are going to move within 2 hours of us. They have been in Texas in the winters the past couple years, and traveled the rest of the year. It will be nice to have them settled, and not too far away.
• In 2010, I have my 25 year class reunion. Wow! The years have gone so quickly. It will be interesting to see the mix of people. Some of us have older children, and some have little kids. Some have grandkids. I hope that we are all beyond trying to impress one another, and that everyone realizes that we are really all the same...we are just trying to get our children raised, pay our bills, and be content with our lives.
• In 2010, all of our children will be here to celebrate with Gary. He is turning 60 in August, but more importantly will celebrate 10 years of sobriety!! I am so proud of him. He has worked very hard, and is always willing to help others.

I said that I just had random thoughts today...and that's pretty random! I do want to add that I have run 8 miles on a couple of occasions with Erin. It isn't easy - it's actually really hard - but I feel so good, and so proud, when I finish. Erin is a great motivator! I would like to be able to run a 10-mile race, but I can't say that I am overly confident that it will happen. At this point, I would be content to run 10Ks (6.2 miles) and work on improving my time. Of course at this point last year, I wasn't even running!

Happy New Year, Everyone! Make 2010 your best - it's up to you!

Where's the snow?

I guess the East Coast is hogging all of the snow! I don't want as much as they are predicted to receive, but a little bit would certainly help me feel more 'Christmasy'. I had planned a nice run in the snow this morning, but instead - facing a dreary day - decided to do my TurboJam weight workout. I considered running a couple of miles on the treadmill, but decided to reserve that energy because Erin and I plan to run at least 8 miles tomorrow evening. Okay, I say plan, but I am actually praying that I can make it! It won't even be a challenge for my young niece, but she will have to drag her old aunt along!

Wednesday evenings, Jackie and I run 6 miles while her boys are in religion. We normally have a pretty good run. Since Erin is home for Christmas break, she joined us this week. We really had a fun run (I never thought those words would come out of me!). It was only about 22 degrees, but after about a mile we were all warmed up. Having Christmas lights to look at (and critique) made the run seem quick, and Erin makes it all seem so effortless, so Jackie and I didn't dare complain! Of course, we did take any opportunity to remind Erin that we both have 20+ years on her!

This afternoon Addison has her violin party in Owensboro. She must be resting up because it's 10:45 and she is still in bed! Tomorrow she has her band Christmas concert. We also plan to attend church at Owensboro Christian in the morning, so our weekend is pretty full. O'boro Christian is a large non-denominational church that we attended when the girls were little, and my mom and step-dad still attend. I absolutely love the church; their services are so uplifting and the music is incredible. It just became impractical to attend there weekly. Once in a while I feel the need to experience a service there, and the girls love going and actually get something out of it, so tomorrow is our day.

As I ponder the upcoming year, I continue to pray that I stick with my running and exercise. I have already lasted longer than I had with any other type of physical activity. I have to have goals to keep me motivated, and my first goal of the new year is to complete a 10K (6.2 miles). I run that distance regularly, but it is really different to run it in a race. When I run here in town, I know the course, and there is something to be said for the familiarity. Running a new course makes it seem longer to me. I hope to then complete a 10-miler with Erin. Yesterday morning it was difficult just to run 4, and 10 miles seemed impossible. Other days when I have a particularly good run, I know that I can handle it. Once I cross the finish line of a 10-miler, I don't really know what will be next. The next natural step would be to run a half marathon, but I can't really say that I am quite that dedicated. Thirteen miles is a long way to run! I might just stick to the shorter races, and try to improve my times.

I am reading a book that just has short stories of how running has changed people's lives. Reading it has caused me to consider how running has changed my life. Obviously, I am healthier. I have lost 10 pounds; my cholesterol level is relatively normal (high cholesterol is in my family); I can take a flight of stairs without getting short of breath. There are other non-health benefits as well. I feel more confident in myself. Because I have met this challenge and run further than I ever dreamed possible, I am ready to tackle other challenges that might come my way. For the first time ever, I am comfortable with my body. Sure, I am still after 'Michelle Obama' arms, but I no longer dwell on what I don't have, and am just glad that this 42-year-old body can run and stay active. I don't really care what others think; I know that my muscles have not let me down! They might rebel in pain sometimes, but they never fail to move. I also feel less stressed - or at least if I am feeling stressed I know that I can hit the pavement and will feel better. Running has given my husband and me something else that we enjoy together. Going to races, knowing that he is also there to run and to support me, has been a blessing (and we have quite the collection of race t-shirts!). Running has also given Erin and me a common tie. I have truly enjoyed spending time with her. And, although Jackie and I have been friends for many years, she and I have become even closer through our running. We listen to one another complain about every little ache, and encourage each other to keep going. Neither of us were ever athletes - but we are now!!

Now move that body...

Winter Running

I have never been a cold-weather person. Although I was born and spent my elementary years in northwest Indiana, the Region, where snow and freezing temps are the norm in the winter - and we certainly never missed school due to the winter conditions - I still prefer to be indoors with a cozy fire and a good book. I have dreaded trying to run in the cold for months. More than that, I have dreaded trying to get runs in on the treadmill.

Knowing how to dress is probably the most difficult part of running in the cold because my body temperature heats up pretty quickly. I have found that I don't need nearly as many layers as I had anticipated. It might take a couple of miles to warm up, but once I do, I seem to go from chilly to too hot very fast. Most days a long-sleeved t-shirt, some type of sweats, a fleece jacket, cheap Walmart gloves, and something to cover my ears will suffice. Yesterday Gary bought me a cool hat with a hole in the back for a ponytail! I also purchased some reflective arm bands and a flashing light to wear. I run in the dark a lot now, and I have read too many stories about runners being hit by cars and killed. That would be a horrible way to die!! I might look like a dork running the streets of Tell City, but I will be a living, breathing dork!

This past week we had some of our coldest days so far in Southern Indiana. The wind made it miserable outside, but I had had a stressful few days, and I needed to get outside and run. Jackie and I had a hard time coordinating our schedules, so Wednesday and Thursday evening, I ran alone. Wednesday was just plain cold and windy. I think it was in the 20s, so I didn't plan a long run. I figured if I ran Mozart and could get 3 miles in, that would be a good run. I managed that and still felt pretty good, so I kept adding distance. By the end, I had run 5.3 miles. I felt incredible. The only part of me that did not really warm up was my face because the wind was beating it. Thursday, I decided to get out there again. We were going to be hosting a Christmas party at our home the next day, and I had a lot to do, but I really needed to get a run in first. Again, I told myself that if I got 3 miles in, that would be sufficient. I took off up Mozart, did the loop back down Tell Street, and felt great. I decided that I could run as far as I had the previous night. Once I got to a street that I needed to turn on, I thought that if I went the opposite direction, I could add on enough distance to run 6 miles, so I made that turn. Well, I came to another intersection and began thinking about just how far I might be able to run. I decided to head north and add even more blocks to my run. I felt really good, and mentally I was calming down substantially. By the end of that run, I had gone 7.6 miles - my furthest run ever!!! I was tired at the end, but at the same time, I was exhilerated! For a non-athlete who just began running in the spring, I knew that I had come a long way - in 24 degree weather!

One of the reasons that I would like to add distance at this point is that my niece, Erin, and I would like to run the Louisville Triple Crown this spring. It is a series of 3 races: a 5K, 10K, and 10-miler, all within about a month. I hope that I can get to 10 miles, and that the race schedule doesn't conflict with the girls' track and tennis schedules. I also hope that my hip holds out. It is much better, but after long runs, it hurts. I will probably have to make occasional visits to the chiropractor, but that is a small price to pay to be able to continue in a sport that provides so much satisfaction and so many physical and mental health benefits. Run on, Friends!

It's Been Awhile!

I can't believe that I haven't blogged in over a month! The time is just slipping away. The last time I wrote, I was still whining about my hip, but since that time, things have improved tremendously! I am a big fan of the chiropractor now. What drugs and rest couldn't fix, he could. After about a week of his therapy, I was able to get back out and run, and have gotten back up to 4-6 miles.

The Sunday before Thanksgiving, Gary, Erin, and I ran in the Turkey Run, which was our first 5-mile race. I ran it in under 50 minutes, so I was very satisfied with my time. However, there were some fast runners over there, so I didn't place where I had hoped. I like to finish in the middle, but overall was 179 out of 224 - yuck! The race was quite hilly, so there were times that I really wanted to walk, but I was running with a friend from Rockport, and I didn't want to wimp out on her! It was so helpful to have someone to talk with along the way. It seems that something weird often happens in a race, and this one was no exception. Just past mile 4, there was a killer hill, and I made it up okay, but slowed somewhat at the top. The lady I was running with ran ahead, so I was on my own the last mile. About halfway through that mile, some lady came up behind be and stayed on my heals. I could handle that - if it weren't for the horrendous noises she made every few seconds! I was like she was trying to hock something out of her throat, and never really did. It was getting on my nerves, but it wasn't like I could just run faster and lose the hocker. THEN, we get to the shoot (that's what they call the roped off area that leads to the finish line), she comes up beside me, and she says, "come on!", like I am going to finish with her! My nasty side came into play, and I thought oh,no - you have driven me nuts for the last 1/2 mile. You are NOT going to pass me, or even finish with me! I took off in my middle-aged lady sprint, and kicked her butt!

Because I took off work the day before Thanksgiving, I actually had time for a run Thanksgiving morning. What a stress reliever! Erin, Gary's son Bryce, and I ran 6 miles in the cold that morning, and I felt awesome all day! I also didn't feel quite so guilty sampling all of the desserts! I certainly am having a hard time getting used to running in the cold, but have done much better than I thought I would. I get soooo bored on the treadmill, so I hope to be able to continue to do a couple of runs a week outside.

In the spring, there is a Triple Crown of Racing in Louisville. I am considering trying it. It begins with a 5K, and then a couple of weeks later a 10k, and finally a 10-miler. Right now, 10 miles sounds awful, but I hope by that time I can manage it. Erin just complete another 5K this morning, and won her age group! She ran it in around 23 minutes, which is just great!

Jackie and I are getting ready to hit the streets this morning. It is 25 degrees! I would much rather clean house than run in such frigid weather, but I know that if we manage to squeak out a few miles, I will be glad that I tried it. It makes for sense than sitting in a tree in the woods when it is 25 degrees, which is what my husband is doing as I type this! I truly can't figure out where the satisfaction comes from. I would get so bored I couldn't stand it. (I am editing this blog after having run 6 miles in that 25 degree weather. It felt great!!! The sun is shining, so it didn't feel that cold. I still managed to work up a good sweat.)

Better get stretching - these old muscles are cold this morning! Step away from the computer and get moving - you'll be glad you did!

I'm Back...or at Least Close!

I can't believe I have waited so long to write, but life has been busy! I am in much better spirits than the last few posts. I promise not to whine this time!

So...the hip. It is much better! Not 100%, but getting there. I have been to the chiropractor three times, and I must say, it is working. The first time I got out to run, I just ran 2 miles; that was 2 weeks ago. Wednesday I ran 6 miles, and Saturday I managed 6 again!!! I feel like I am moving slower, but I don't care, as long as I am moving! I still intend to run a 5-mile race on November 22, so I have to keep on training. I won't plan to break any records; I truly just want to finish without walking. That race will be a good indicator of whether or not I should attempt a 10K.

I have learned that exercising, in my case running, is really addictive. I had thought that it was, but hadn't stopped long enough to see how it would affect me. When I was forced to stop, it just wasn't pretty. I became very irritable (my husband will confirm that). I couldn't really explain it; I was just depressed. I worried that I would gain back the weight that I had worked so hard to lose, and, of course, I was home more, so I ate everything in sight. I missed the routine that I had gotten into - it made me feel worthless. I knew in my head that I was being unreasonable, but I just couldn't get past it. Thank goodness that I went to Dr. Gladish, and I am able to run again, and that it didn't take too long.

Do you watch The Biggest Loser? Although that female trainer scares me, I continue to watch. I think how overwhelming it would be for those amazing contestants to take on such a huge challenge, and I feel very blessed. I wonder how the weight gets so out of control, but I also know that heredity plays a role. My mother and sister are both small, but they both exercise and watch what they eat. My mother is 76 and very conscious of everything she eats. I have told her that by that point in my life, I really just want to eat whatever I want!

That's it for today...run on!

Things might just be looking up

Tonight was such a gorgeous one that I decided I just had to get outside - and run. My hip didn't hurt as much today, so I thought I would just try to run, and if it was simply too painful, I would walk. I didn't tell my husband ahead of time, but I suppose that he knows me well enough to know that when I said I was going to town to walk, I would try to run. Regardless, I knew that he would not be happy with me, and I prayed that I wouldn't see him as he was driving to a meeting. It was like being afraid of getting caught by my mom! (part of the reason I love him is that he cares so very much)

I ran about 2 1/2 miles, which satisfied that craving. My hip was a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. My feet, however, were really uncomfortable. As I was analyzing why the heck my feet were bothering me, it dawned on me - my shoes are too big! I paid $125 to get really good running shoes because Gary and I decided that the investment was worth it since we need to take care of our feet. The salesman convinced me that I needed a size 7, although my other Asics were 6 1/2. When I run, my feet feel like they are just flopping on the pavement. The tops hurt. That discomfort makes my legs feel heavy, which hasn't really happened since I started running regularly. So now I am a bit ticked that I let him convince me to spend that much money (Gary's money actually) on shoes that I can't run in. Even walking was not comfortable in those shoes. I am going back to my old shoes on my next run just to prove that the shoes are the problem, but only for my feet. The hip is another story.

I have an appointment with a chiropractor tomorrow for the hip problem. I am really anxious about the pain he might inflict. Several of my running friends have recommended this route since the steroids had no effect. At this point, I just want to get back to my routine, so I am willing to try it.

It is odd how this lack of running has affected me. I am making my husband crazy! Last night I was just totally depressed, knowing full well that it was stupid to feel that way. I was near tears just walking through Walmart, and then my sweet niece sent me a really kind text message, and I really teared up! I really believe that after exercising regularly for the past 8 months, which releases feel-good chemicals in the brain, the sudden stop in activity really had a negative impact on my mental state (or I really am just crazy). So, after running today, no matter how little or how slowly, I feel better. My hip doesn't feel any worse, and I am ready to try it again tomorrow!

Moving into Depression...

Sooo...I have been on steroids for a week; I have truly rested my hip; and it is no better. It still hurts just to walk. Every once in awhile I think that maybe it's better, but then the pain comes back. I would just like a magic pill to make the pain disappear! It's is a gorgeous evening, perfect for a long run, and I can only hobble.

One might think that I am finding other forms of exercise, but he would be mistaken. I enjoy doing TurboJam, but much of it is leg work, and just the thought of it makes me wince. I could bike, but that means hauling my bike to town, and sometimes I just don't feel like it. So, instead I am eating, which is exactly what I don't need to be doing!

Yesterday Gary, Morgan, Addison, and I went to the Apple Fest in Owensboro. It is somewhat of a family tradition for us. The food is just wonderful! I had a steak sandwich (with lots of fat), an apple dumpling with ice cream (mmm...), some of Morgan's bloomin' onion, and a bunch of kettle popcorn (love it!). I told Gary that I felt like a toad by the end of the evening. Addison got a fried apple pie with ice cream, which makes me want to make fried apple pies. My grandma used to make them, and her sister told me an easy way so that I could try my hand at a family favorite. Did I mention that I made chocolate eclairs (yes, homemade) on Saturday, and the I ate 4 of those? Winter is tough on me because I love to bake in the winter. I am not a good cook by any stretch of the imagination, but I can bake!

So, I am not exercising, and I am increasing my food intake...it won't be long before the new smaller clothes I bought will be packed away if this hip doesn't improve!

Gettin' Cranky!

Did I just sleep through fall? I walk out the garage door toward my car this morning, and suddenly it's winter! What happened to our nice fall days? I do not like winter. At all. My husband, on the other hand, loves the cold weather. He would retire to Minnesota; I would retire to Florida. I suppose that means we will live out our lives right here in the middle.

Running...right now it is not even a possibility. My hip just has not gotten any better. Saturday morning Gary and I ran the 1 mile fun run in Cannelton, and then I met Jackie for our 'real' run. I didn't know how it would go because my hip just didn't feel right. We ran 5 miles, but it was an excruciatingly slow 5 miles because my legs just didn't want to be out there on those streets. They had given me all of the warnings that I needed to take a break, but I just couldn't stop. Sunday I stopped. I met Jackie once again, even though I was in pain all day Saturday after forcing my legs to hit the pavement. We ran about 1/2 mile, and that was it for me. I just couldn't do it. I was so frustrated, but knew that if I attempted to continue, my running career might be short-lived. Did I sit at home that day? Nope. I went home, loaded my bike in the back of my car, and biked for 11 miles. It didn't hurt at all, and I was getting some much-needed exercise.

I was finally convinced that more drastic measures were needed. Should I go to a physical therapist, a chiropractor, or good ole Dr. Ress? All three had been recommended. I am leary of a chiropractor because I just don't like people touching me. I, under the advice of my husband, chose Dr. Ress. And I decided not to even try to run until after my appointment. Monday night Gary and I rode bikes so that I could at least be out on that beautiful evening, but I have done NOTHING since. I am getting very cranky, and I feel really tired. Getting out to run really gives me more energy.

My appointment with Dr. Ress was Tuesday afternoon. He determined that I have tendonitis in the tendon that attaches my quadracept to my hip area. It is irritated, and there is a nerve that runs along side of it that is also bothered. That's what causes the odd feeling that runs down my leg when I run. He gave me a week's supply of steroids, and thinks that by the weekend I will feel up to running again. Gosh, I surely hope so! Today my hip feels worse, but he said that the cold weather could make it worse (Florida for health reasons??). So, I am thinking that since I am on steroids, I could get kinda buff and run really fast! That would be worth it! Really, I just want to stop hurting so that I can get out with Jackie and run out the stress and calories!

Since neither of my good friends will brag on themselves, I am going to take the opportunity to do it for them. Kim Strobel ran the Evansville Half Marathon (13.1 miles) this past weekend. Her time was 1 hour and 37 minutes!!! She placed 3rd in her age group, and 16th out of over 1200 (no, I didn't add an extra '0'!) women! Isn't that amazing? I am so proud (and envious) of her. To put her time into perspective, that's 7 min. and 24 sec. per mile...If I can run 3 miles at 9 min. per mile, I think I am really fast! I cannot begin to even imagine running so fast, let alone for so long! My other friend, Wes Noble, ran the Chicago Marathon (26.2 miles) this past weekend. Wes has done some amazing things recently, but wants no recognition (sorry, Wes!). I don't remember his time, but it was awesome and he surpassed his goal, and HE QUALIFIED FOR THE BOSTON MARATHON! Wow! Congrats to Kim and Wes. You are both inspirations to those of us who are attempting to run.

When the body fails to cooperate...

In my previous post, I was ecstatic after having won my age group in a 5k in Owensboro. I had my fastest time that morning, and was feeling quite proud of my accomplishments. Just when things are lookin' good and confidence is high, my hip begins to hurt.

The pain and discomfort seems to be in the joint. Last week I continued to run, but not without complaining. Jackie and I ran our 6 miles on Wednesday evening, but then I was sore the next day. When running, the discomfort crawls down my leg; it feels like when I try to walk after my leg has fallen asleep - just a bit crampy. Thursday is our normal day off, and rain kept me in Friday morning, so I felt that the two-day break would be sufficient for me to be ready for a race on Saturday. Wrong.

Gary, Erin, and I were set to run in the Rocktober Fest (I think that's a really funny name!) in Rockport. It was a really cool morning, and I really prefer to run when it's warm - not scorching, just warm. We had been warned about a couple of hills in the Rockport course. No problem; I run Mozart Street at least once a week, so how bad could it be? There were only about 40 people racing that morning, which is surprisingly more intimidating than a larger race. There weren't as many people who could end up behind me! We took off, and I ended up running with my friend, Kelly Hollinden's, cousin. She is a teacher in Rockport, so we passed the blocks talking about school. Just past the 2-mile mark were two hills. One was really short, so it wasn't a problem. The next should not have been a problem, but once I reached the top, I just didn't feel well. I told Kimberly I was going to have to walk a little. Was I ever annoyed! That was my 7th 5k, and I hadn't had to walk yet. My hip wasn't really even bothering me; I just didn't feel right, and knew I had to slow down.

After walking 2 blocks, I began to run again, and finished the race running. I added 2 minutes to the previous week's time. It just wasn't a good run for me. However, Erin knocked 4 minutes off of her previous time (she didn't have me holding her back), and Gary knocked even more time off. Since his first 5k, he has knocked about 9 minutes off his time, which is outstanding.

Frustrated, but determined, I met Jackie for a run on Sunday morning. I couldn't even run 2 miles. My legs just ached. We ended up walking about 3 1/2 miles. Monday morning we went out again (it was cold at 5 a.m.!). I just decided to go as far as I could stand. We ran on the track because it is softer and level, and it did feel better. I ran 4 miles that morning, but could hardly walk at school that day. After I sat, even for just a few minutes, I was really stiff when I got up. Ugh! Tuesday morning we met at the track again - yes, I am stubborn! I ran only 2 miles, and walked 2 more. I wasn't so sore at school. Of course, by 10 a.m. I was headed home with a sick daughter, so I lay on the couch all afternoon, claiming to be resting my hip!

I am home with Addison again today, but plan to run this evening. It is so discouraging to spend so many months building up endurance and speed, only to have my body say stop. I just want to get out and run. I have tried to analyze why I suddenly have this pain. Maybe running four 5ks in five weeks was too much, but it isn't like I am training like a crazy woman! I know that this will pass; I just hope it does so quickly. I don't intend to try to add miles over the winter, but I don't want to lose ground either. It's too much work to have to start all over!

Better go check on my sick daughter...

Who Would Have Ever Thought...

...that I, having never won a race in my life, would actually win my age group in a 5K? Well, I did. Saturday, Gary and I ran in a race in Owensboro that was sponsored by Owensboro Christian Church to raise funds for their food and clothing banks. I was a member of that church for many years, and my mom and step-dad are still members. My mom knew that we had been running 5Ks, so she sent us the entry forms (hint, hint).

Though I attempt to improve upon my time with each race, I did not have high hopes for this one. The previous week we had run in the Komen race, and I had my best time, but that was because I was desperately trying to keep pace with my niece who is 20 years my junior. I didn't have her to rely on, so I just accepted that I would probably have a slower time. But then on the way to Owensboro, my husband also remarked that I probably wouldn't have as good of a time without Erin. Oooh! That was a challenge if I ever heard one!

There were about 100 people running this race, which is pretty small compared with the other races we have participated in. It was a cool morning, perfect for running. Gary and I said our good-byes at the starting line, and I took my spot toward the front. Now people who walk 5Ks really don't intend to mess up, but I would think it would be common sense to get out of the way! If one is walking, and knows that others are running, wouldn't it be obvious that he should line up in the back? I guess not because I was in about the 3rd row, and I had to weave around walkers when we started (I know, this was a church-sponsored race, and I should maintain my Christian attitude and let go of that nasty competitiveness). Once the race started, I got into my groove. I tried to stay up with a girl in front of me. She had an awkward form (I might too, but I have never watched myself), but I could not catch her. My grandmother, who died 7 years ago, once lived in Owensboro, which is where our connection with this church came from. Part of the course went past her old apartment, which was oddly sentimental. I thought about her as I ran, and I thought about a dear friend who also died a few years ago, Donna Fenn. She and I used to take Sunday trips to church at OCC. She loved the music there, and we always had a great time.

At the 2-mile mark, I really had no idea how I was doing. I just kept running. Because I run faster in the races, I have been feeling nauseated the last half mile or so. By now I know that it isn't likely that I will vomit, so I just keep running. At the Komen race my time was over 28 minutes; as I approached the finish I could see the timer: 27:30! If I ran hard, I could beat my time! I thought just tell me I can't run fast without Erin! Watch me! I sprinted for that finish line, and I believe that my official time was 27:52. I was very pleased. Gary also knocked a couple of minutes off of his time, so we were both pleased. I knew at that point that I was 35th overall, but didn't know where I fell in the age group.

After a pancake breakfast at the church, they announced the winners. Gary and I both won our age groups - and there were other people in them! I told him that we would just have to keep finding these small races so that we could actually place - and look like we actually know what we are doing! I can clearly remember telling Gary after my first race that I didn't know how I could possibly run faster because I had given it my all that race. Well, fast forward three months, and I have gradually knocked 5 minutes off of my time. I know that I will never be 'fast', and that I will eventually reach my peak time, but for now it is fun to see just how well I can do. We run, along with Erin, in Rockport this Saturday. It is the last race we are signed up for, but I know we will probably run at least one in October. I am not certain how running in the cold weather will be, so I don't know what winter holds. Maybe just the treadmill - YUCK! I can't wait until next spring and summer so that Jackie and I can see just how far these old bodies will take us!

"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead." -Louisa May Alcott

Start reaching!

Race for the Cure 2009

Yesterday was the Susan Komen Race for the Cure in Evansville. Gary and I had talked about participating for several years (although in years past it would have been as walkers), and this year we finally signed up. I also convinced my niece Erin to run with us. After hearing that there were thousands of people who either walk or run in the race, I was a bit apprehensive because of my bouts with crowd anxiety, but I was determined to run.

My Aunt Loretta died of breast cancer 2 1/2 years ago. She was an amazing woman who never failed to encourage others, and always brought joy with her no matter the situation. She raised four great men, and was a wonderful wife to my Uncle Dave (who also died of cancer), and a constant friend and confidant to my mother. Yesterday I ran in her memory.

I had no idea what to expect when we arrived at the riverfront. What I witnessed was both emotional and uplifting. Over 900 survivors in pink shirts walked along Main Street as a testament to the value of Komen research. As I listened to the speakers and watched the survivors and their families, I found myself fighting back tears. I thought about how I wished that my aunt was in the survivor walk. I also thought about how I could have just as easily been among those ladies in pink had things turned out differently in the spring. I had always joked that because I am so small, I would never have to worry about breast cancer. Then this past spring I found a lump. It scared me, and it scared Gary. The next day on my prep, I went to see Dr. Ress. He felt that it was only a cyst, but scheduled an appointment for me at the St. Mary's Breast Center that same week. I had just had a mammogram in December, so they had my records. Gary and I went to the appointment trying to remain positive, yet one can't help but wonder what if...They did another mammogram, and then came out and said that I also needed an ultrasound. Dr. Lackey read the ultrasound, and explained that what I had was a cyst (it's about an inch in diameter). It would never turn to cancer, but I still needed to be proactive and go to see them anytime I felt a change. Thank goodness, I had a positive outcome, but I must admit that I am very aware that one never knows when life can take an unexpected (and unwanted) turn.

So we listened, and we ran. After being among the crowd and listening to the stories, I was no longer concerned with how fast I ran; I just wanted to be a part of that awesome day. The run was amazing. The weather was perfect, and the route was pretty. There was entertainment along the way, from cheerleaders to a karate school, from dancers to church choirs. Erin and I ran together, so that pushed me to run faster, yet it was easy. She took off ahead the last 1/2 mile, and I was getting tired and nauseated, but I thought of my aunt. The weariness and discomfort that I was feeling was nothing compared with what she went through as she battled cancer. What an incredible feeling as I crossed that finish line! And while I say I wasn't concerned about times, I was thrilled to find that I had beaten my best time! I ran it in 28:09. To put that in perspective, I ran my first 5K in over 33 minutes; that's 11 minute miles. Yesterday I ran 9:17 minutes/mile!!! What a day! Erin ran in 28:09, and could have run it faster had she not stuck with me for so long (but I am glad she did).

It will be some time before another race has that type of impact on my husband and me. Even Addison, who just went along for the ride (and the shopping afterward) said that if she had any idea what that event was like, she would have at least walked in it. Next year! For now, we are running next weekend in a 5K sponsored by Owensboro Christian Church, and the next weekend we will run in a 5K in Rockport, and Erin will once again run with us - hopefully she will run her race to see just how fast she can complete a 5k!

The weekend is coming!

This weekend we will be running in the Susan Komen Race for the Cure. Gary and I have often talked about participating, so I am pleased that we finally took the initiative to signup. My favorite aunt died of breast cancer, so I am running in her memory. I am also excited because my niece Erin is going to run with me. I am extremely nervous because this is a huge event with thousands of participants. I am a bit afraid that my crowd anxiety will get the best of me. My friend Kelly told me that there are so many runners, and because the course is only 3 miles, it never really thins out as in other races. You will find me on the edge praying that my chest isn't tight and that I can breathe! Sometimes I have to work to not break down and cry! Weird, I know.

The following weekend our former church (and my mom's current church), Owensboro Christian, is sponsoring a 5K to raise money for their food bank. We will be running in that. The next weekend there is a 5K in Rockport, which we are also considering. I really want to find a good 10K to run, but it seems that most of the races are either mini-marathons or 5Ks. Jackie and I have been running 4-6 miles regularly now; we run 6 miles at least once a week. Last night we ran 6.2 (that .2 matters!).

Gary's running is going well. He regularly runs 4 miles, but has also run 5. He has had some lower back pain, so he is taking a break from Mozart. I have had no major aches recently (knock on wood), but I must say that after only running one day when we were in Vegas, it was hard to get back at it last week.

Saturday morning about 9 a.m., if you are up, think about us! Send me some energy so that I don't end up hyperventilating on the side of the road! If I could just run with my niece, away from the thousands of others, I would be fine.

Step away from your computer...

Running in Vegas

This past weekend, Labor Day Weekend, my husband and I had the opportunity to visit the City of Sin. I fully understand why it is called that after seeing the sights. This small-town girl was way out of her league! As we walked with my family (cousins and sister) down the famous Strip, people we literally lined up handing out business cards --- for prostitutes! These cards had pictures of naked women and their 'specialty', and contact information. Ya don't see that in Perry County! Quite honestly, Hooters Casino was about the most conservative place we visited! All-in-all, we had a great weekend. Gary and I enjoyed some time together; I spent time with my cousins and sister; and we experienced nightlife as we had never before experienced it. I even discovered that I rather like Blackjack after adamently stating to friends that I would not be gambling! We all decided that we would go back.

On Saturday morning Gary and I ran a 5K in Henderson, which is just outside Vegas city limits. The first order of business (at 5:30 am) was to get a cab. They were lined up outside the Luxor Hotel, so that was easy. I had ridden in a cab years before, but Gary had never been in one. What a shock as we sat in the backseat watching the meter. It moved faster than the odometer! The race was about 15 minutes from our hotel, and it cost $38!!! And we still had to get back to the hotel after the race. After catching our breath, we retrieved our numbers and our computer chips and just waited. Considering that the high that day was to be 100 degrees, it didn't feel hot yet. I had hoped to run the race in just under 30 minutes so that I could beat my personal record. The course was flat and the weather was beautiful. I ran hard, but was really tired. I kept telling myself to look around - I was running in Las Vegas and could see the mountains as the sun was just peering over them. What an awesome sight! As I turned the last corner and had about 1/2 block to go, I saw the timer - 29:30! I had to pick it up to get in under 30 minutes. I pushed through, and I made it. My pace was 9:37 per mile, which was great for me. My first race at the end of June I ran 11 minute miles, so I had knocked off quite a bit of time. I ended up placing 4th in my age group. Gary placed 3rd in his.

And what about the cab ride back? I had no pride. When they announced the winners, I heard them announce a guy from North Carolina. Hoping that he and his wife were also staying on the strip, I asked if they wanted to share a cab. They had a rental car and offered to take us back! They were both so kind, and we really had a nice ride back. We offered them $20, but they wouldn't take it.

On Sunday we all took a bus trip to the Grand Canyon. Although it was a long day, and we spent 10 hours on a bus, we all felt that it was worth it. It was an amazing sight! That area of Arizona is actually rather ugly to those of us used to trees and grass, and just the color green, but all at once there is this immense hole in the ground that was carved out by a single river. I don't really know how anyone can doubt the existence of God after seeing such pure beauty.

Now I am trying to get back into my running routine here at home. I didn't run Sunday or Monday; I was just too tired Monday when we returned. Jackie and I ran 4 miles Tuesday, and last night we actually ran 6.5!! That is Jackie's furthest run, so we were excited. I had had a stressful day at work, so the run felt incredible. Today, I just can't get going. I took Addison to Owensboro for violin, cooked dinner, and now here I sit gazing at the treadmill. I know I should jump on for a few miles, but gosh I am tired. Maybe I will take a break and make up for it tomorrow...

What a lifestyle change!

I think that I have mentioned that although running is the preferred method of bodily torture, Gary and I also purchased bikes early in the summer. Not just Walmart specials, but Trek bikes. They truly are nice, smooth-riding bikes, but they were not cheap. We felt that since we are not young (well Gary's not ;-)) athletes, we needed to invest in higher quality bikes. We try to work bike rides into our running schedule, but it isn't always easy.

Sunday was the perfect day for a longer ride. Previously we had ridden 5-10 miles at a time. That would be a long run, but it isn't much on a bike - unless there are hills involved. I ran Sunday morning, went to church, went to a meeting after church, and came home to announce that we would be biking. The temperature was unusually cool for the end of August, and the sky was clear. Sure, there were dirty bathrooms, yardwork, laundry, etc. to tend to, but it wasn't often that the weather cooperated on a weekend that the kids were otherwise occupied. The work could just wait (and it is still waiting three days later!).

Both a lady Gary had spoken with, Sharon, and Addie's golf instructor, Jim, had recommended riding on a back road that goes from Hawesville, KY to Lewisport, KY. So we hauled our bikes over to Hawesville and set out on our afternoon adventure. I had in my mind that it would be about ten miles to Lewisport, and I thought that riding 20 miles would be awesome - twice the longest distance we have ridden. The ride was gorgeous (and NOT hilly!). The road went through farmland so there were wildflowers and animals to keep our interest. For the first 8 or so miles, we were riding right into the wind. It made peddling more difficult, and we did not coast once. At about the 8 mile mark Gary asked just how far I intended to go. I told him that I would like to make it to 10 miles, and if we weren't at Lewisport, we could turn around. Well, we went around a bend so we were headed south rather than west, and the wind was then at our backs. Riding was much more pleasant, and Gary was ready to venture on. Being the younger spouse, there was no way I could back down! But where the heck was Lewisport?? We rode forever it seemed, and I could have turned around at any point - not Gary. We would make it to Lewisport, despite the fact that we have to turn around and ride all the way back to Hawesville.

Finally, we reached our destination. There isn't much in Lewisport, not even a soft drink machine that I desperately needed. We sat and looked at the river a few minutes (I had a sore butt by this point, and my should was beginning to throb). Knowing we had a long haul ahead, we boarded those torturous seats and began peddling back toward Haweville. Since the area was now familiar, the ride back didn't seem so long, but there are only so many positions one can get into on a bike seat.

So, we rode 30 miles one Sunday afternoon. 30 freakin' miles as I told Gary. Am I glad we stuck it out? Absolutely. The only problem is now that we know we can ride that far, how far will he expect to go next time? I am not biking to Owensboro and back!

Another Saturday...

My niece Erin left for her senior year of college at the University of Evansville this week. I had come to depend on her to push me on Saturday runs - this morning I was on my own. This was evident when I didn't roll out of bed until 8:00. Not too long ago, I considered getting up at 8:00 on a weekend early; now it seems late. I have had a cold this week, so I thought that the extra sleep might help. I put my hair up, threw on some running clothes and tennies, and headed out. After making a couple quick stops, I arrived at the track to begin my run alone. I did take my Ipod, but wasn't sure if I would use it. Sometimes it just gets on my nerves, but today it seemed to help with the boredom. Sometimes I need something to focus on other than how hard the run is! When I run alone I tend to dwell on being hungry or sore or having to pee!

When I took off, I thought that I would just run 5 miles; my legs had that awful heavy feeling the first few miles. Once I got to 4 miles, I finally began to get into a rhythm. I decided to add an extra mile. I ended up running 6.2 miles, so I was satisfied (but would have been more satisfied with 7!).

My Ipod came in handy, although I really need to upload some more music. I listened first to an album of my favorite 'Jesus' music (contemporary Christian), and then switched to Rod Stewart. What a combination! I read about a website that I can get music from that is specific for running; it supposedly has beats that make you run a certain pace. I might try to get that this weekend. My husband, girls, and I all use the same Itunes account, and when we got Gary's Ipod set up we just sank everything that we had. He usually just uses the shuffle, so he ends up listening to everything from my 'Jesus' and Christmas music to Addison's Disney music. The other night he listened to a podcast that I had for one of my master's classes!

I am trying to decide if I want to participate in a 10K in Evansville in September. I haven't run 6.2 miles very many times, but I really want to try it. I know that I would run slowly, but just finishing that distance would be awesome.

Is it really only Wednesday?

The week would probably be progressing quicker if it weren't for my having a cold. I thought it was just allergies at first, but my nose won't stop running, and the coughing has begun. The worst part of that is that when I get a cough, it tends to hang on for several weeks. I refuse to let it get me down; I just don't have time! I am typing this as I wait to meet Jackie for our evening run.

After running 7.1 miles on Saturday, I was excited to get out there again on Sunday. I had no intention of running 7 again, but hoped to do 5. That was just my brain hoping; my legs were hoping to stay in bed! I knew as soon as I started that it was going to be a tough run. I still started on the 5-mile route (we now have 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7-mile routes!). Once I got partway down Main Street, I just had to walk for a few blocks. It's silly really. I was so disappointed, but why? No one else cares if I stop to walk; obviously I had to listen to my throbbing legs. I walked about 3 blocks, and then started to run again. I feel really odd when I do that. If I have run awhile and then walk, when I start running again all of my muscles are really shaky; it's the strangest feeling - hard to describe. Anyway, I cut my route short, but managed to run the rest of the way. Monday, Jackie and I ran 4 miles at 5 a.m. We are both finding that we like running in the wee hours before daybreak. It's peaceful; we can run in the middle of the street; and we free up our evenings. I don't know that I could do that everyday, but a couple times a week works well. Last night we ran 5 miles, and tonight our mileage is still up in the air. I would like to run 5, but will have to see how it goes.

I have heard that running becomes a passion, and I really believe that. My husband and I are heading to Vegas Labor Day weekend with my sis and her husband, and we are meeting our cousins, and I am looking forward to running early in the morning on the strip! I have a cute little pink container of pepper spray to carry with me because my hubbie is a worrier. Now once I get out there, and experience the intense heat (people say you just don't notice the heat because there is no humidity - how can 100 degrees not feel hot???), I might not be so excited to run. At the very least, I hope that our hotel has a workout room. I know that taking a break for a couple of days wouldn't kill me, but after working so hard to run 6 days a week, I can't imagine taking a 4-day break.

Saturday Morning Runs Rock (today anyway!)

My goal for the morning was to attempt 7 miles while running with my niece, Erin. When I got up, my throat was a bit sore and my nose was runny. I was fully prepared to be satisfied with 6 miles, but I still had a longer route in the back of my mind. We ran for over an hour, saw several friends out along the way, and I was able to keep running. We got Mozart out of the way first; everything else is relatively easy after running up that dreadful hill! We ran all the way down Tell Street to Main, did the Main/7th loop, and then ran the other direction on Main to Hwy. 37. When Gary and I went to measure the distance, it was indeed 7.1 miles! He also had a great run, running over 5 miles for the first time. He had said that once he hit 4 miles, he would just stick with that and try to increase speed. The odd thing is, once one hits a mileage goal, he has to go a little further just to see how far he can make it. One of the great aspects of running is the support of other runners. I was talking to a former co-worker last night at Walmart, and she said she was beginning to run some. I told her about Gary running to the telephone poles, and trying to go to one further pole each time when he first started. My friend said that she is a 'telephone pole' runner right now. That's fabulous! I don't know of anyone who started out just being able to run 5 miles. We all started out slowly, and gradually increased our endurance; that's what it's all about. We all know how tough it is to get started, and that sometimes it just plain sucks. Those of us who have come to enjoy the challenges, the benefits, and the friendships like to share our experiences. Whenever I see someone out who also runs, the conversation undoubtedly will turn to running. Whether one runs a mile or 18 miles (Wes!), we are proud of one another. Are we sometimes envious? Sure, but not in a spiteful way; just in a way that causes each of us to reach one more telephone pole!

It's getting late...

It is getting late, especially since I have to get up before dawn to meet Jackie at 5:00 a.m.! Anyone who knew me in my former out-of-shape life knows that I have NEVER been a morning person. I love to sleep in. I trained my children to sleep in at a young age (I am now paying for that!). Yet here I am, running at 5:00 a.m. so that I can return home in time to shower and get to school. If you know that I have not been a morning person, you also must know that I have been a vain person, and that I did not leave the house without make-up and my hair fixed. My how life has changed! You will now see me around town without make-up - and it isn't pretty! And I have been going to school with wet hair, but that is because I am in this horrible in-between stage of growing my hair out, and I am not so sure what I should do with it. I am not going to use a curling iron daily; I do know that! Anyway, real athletes don't primp! :-)

My week running...it's been a good one! I have begun to really enjoy the longer weekend runs. I say longer, but do not assume that the runs are marathon, or even half-marathon length. I was proud that my niece and I ran 5.8 miles Saturday - until I learned that my friend Wes (who had placed 2nd in a triathlon on Saturday) ran 18 miles on Sunday morning!! I cannot even imagine being able to withstand that many miles of abusing my legs! I am so impressed with what he has managed to accomplish (and he is older than I!). Anyway, Jackie and I also ran Monday and Tuesday morning, and then again on Wednesday evening. We decided to make Thursday our 'off' day, so I just did TurboJam tonight. I hadn't done the weights in over a month, so it was tougher than I had expected. Jackie and I will run 4 miles tomorrow morning, and then Saturday Erin and I will run. I would like to attempt 7 miles, but my body might not agree. I have decided that Saturdays will be the day that I really push to try to go further, faster, or both. Twice this week I have come home from a run and run another mile on our road just for some speed work. Of course, two of the dogs like to tag along, and they manage to run right in front of me, sometimes tripping me. And then there are the potholes to avoid as well as the large rocks. With my luck, after all of this work to learn to run I will end up breaking a leg in my drive!

That's it for now. I am going to crawl into bed, set my alarm, and dream of winning a 5K ~ hey! I can dream! It might just be a senior 5K!!

What a Weekend!

I am beginning to think that I am losing my mind (I know that some of you think that happened long ago!). I have never been a morning person; I love to sleep late! Now here I am getting up early just to subject my body to more abuse! Friday morning Jackie and I ran at 5:15, and the past two mornings - on a weekend! - I have been up before 7:00 to run. I must humbly admit that it feels pretty good. I like having the run over so that I don't have to worry about working it into my day or evening. I feel more energized throughout the day, although an afternoon nap is sounding very enticing!I had good runs both mornings. On Saturday morning I once again ran with my young niece. In order to make me look bad, she runs 4 miles before we even begin! She just has to prove that 42 can never keep up with 22! Anyway, I really wanted to run 6 miles, so we set off to get Mozart Street out of the way first. We then looped around, ran all the way down Tell Street to Main, then down to Washington and around to 7th. We headed back up Tell, and over to the track. This is basically the Schweizer Fest 6-mile course, so I was certain that we had run 6 miles, just not in the order of the race. Being obsessive, I jumped in my car and drove the course to get the exact mileage. It was only 5.8! If you are not a runner, this might seem trivial, but when I am trying to meet a goal, those 2 tenths really matter. I was not happy. Yet, my sensible side was saying you just ran 5.8 miles - how can you not be happy??? I was happy that I had spent quality time sweating with Erin, and that it was a gorgeous morning, and that I didn't puke or pass out. Next Saturday we will run 6!Side note---this was our first weekend since June with no kids and no company :-). We went to Evansville yesterday to go to an antique show and to shop a little. On our way home we stopped for ice cream. And then my hubbie decided he still needed more chocolate, so we stopped at Nobles just to get chocolate Zingers! I ate 3 before bed! This is why I run. This morning as my hubbie and I were preparing to head out for a pre-church run, I noticed I had a text on my phone from Jackie. It was from last night, and I hadn't read it yet. I won't quote her, but suffice it to say that she ran 24 laps on the track, which is, my friends, 6 miles!!!! She had scoffed at running 5 the other night, met that goal, and then went on to add another mile! How great is that? I intended to attempt 6 again this morning, but I had to have ample time to get ready for church, and I had to be there early because I was singing (hey, I might not sing well, but I like it, and God doesn't care!). Gary ran at the track while I hit the streets. I didn't want to run Mozart again, so I decided to run the route that we normally bike; it's a 5 mile route. It was a great run. I got tired, and trudged along at a few points, but overall it went well. I saw several other runners out, which always makes it nice. Kim was out, and we actually passed one another twice. Gosh, she is fast! She just makes it look so easy. I also passed (well...he passed me) Wes. After placing second in a triathlon yesterday, you'd think he'd celebrate by sleeping in. But no, he was still out running. I am going to meet Jackie at 5:10 in the morning. I truly hope that I can keep this madness up. I feel better physically than I have in years! Now step away from your computer, and enjoy this gorgeous August day!

Gosh, this is up and down!

I have said this before, but just when I think it's getting easy, it gets difficult! Jackie and I had a great run in the lightning Monday evening; we both felt awesome the whole time. I couldn't wait to get out on those streets Tuesday and get four miles in. I had had a long day of training at school, so I was anxious to be outside and active. As soon as we started, I needed to pee. It wasn't crucial, but I tend to obsess and think of nothing else. Thank goodness for the Boy Scout meeting at St. Paul's church - the doors were open! I took care of that little problem, and went back to our path. Jackie was really tired, so she stopped to walk awhile and I continued running. We planned to meet once I had gone around a few blocks. By the time we met, I didn't feel good. I just felt this pressure (you don't really need to know more than that). So, we both walked about 1 1/2 miles. We did begin running again, but were both disappointed in our evening.



Not ones to just throw in the towel, we met again last night (Wednesday). It was a gorgeous evening: not too hot, slightly breezy, not humid, and clear. I wanted to get Jackie to that wonderful 5 mile mark, but she was unsure of herself. I nagged and prodded, and we kept going. We did it!! Jackie ran her first 5-mile run, and I was so proud of her. I felt great, even at the end. I am going to run 6 miles Saturday morning with my niece. Of course, it's easy to say that now; I don't know how I will feel Saturday morning. Knowing that I want to keep up with my young niece will help!



My main concern now that school has started is being able to justify being gone every evening. Last night I was gone for 1 hour 45 minutes. It takes about 10 minutes to get to the track, so that's 20 minutes drive time, and then we run for almost an hour, and walk a few laps. Add the stretching, and it makes a long evening. The more miles we run, the longer we are gone. As I begin to have more papers to grade, and the girls need my help, it's going to get difficult. I am not sure how to manage it yet, but will try to come up with a sensible plan. I might just have to run after school a couple of days each week. It is times like this that living in town would be more convenient. But as my husband says, fall is coming, and that's the best time at our house!

I have crossed the threshhold...

...into being a 'real' runner. I lost my first toenail Sunday! For those of you who are unaware, one of the pitfalls of running is toenail trouble (just ask Laura!). They can turn black from the repeated pounding and/or from wearing shoes that are not sized properly. None of mine have turned black, but one fell off, and another is on its way. I actually thought this was just a problem faced by long distance runners such as half-marathoners. Now most of you know that I am a girly-girl, and I do like a nice pedicure occasionally, so missing toenails can present a problem. Fortunately, there was a beautiful new (albeit only partially grown) nail waiting beneath the old one. On top of losing toenails to running, one of our dogs knocked a landscaping brick on one big toe, and that nail is nasty and black. I have attempted to camouflage my little problems with a lovely shade of pink polish ~ but don't try to get a closer look next time you see me!

I am almost afraid to say it, but running is going so well right now. I am no longer sore all of the time; my heals feel okay once I get going; and I actually enjoy the running part and not just the after effects. What progress! Last night Jackie and I ventured out, although rain was imminent. It was a hot day, so running in the rain sounded rather appealing. It didn't rain heavily when we ran, but the lightning got rather fierce. We were about 2 miles from our car when there was a loud clap of thunder and a creapy flash of lightning. We laughed (nervously), and kept running. Every time the sky would flash, we would just look at one another and venture on. I think that running is draining my common sense! I would never let my daughters play out in stormy weather, but there I was, running in the lightning with wet clothes on! Thank goodness I am pretty good with God right now (in my humble opinion).

Teachers returned to school today. Getting back to work will be the real test of my dedication to running. I feel that I have more energy from the continuous exercise, so I hope that I can keep it up. Fortunately my girls do not play fall or winter sports, so at least I don't have to work that into my schedule. Better get ready...we are headed out tonight.

We did it!

Mission accomplished! Jackie, Gary, and I finished our first Schweizer Fest 2 mile run, which was all of our original goals. It was quite a morning. First of all, it is very different, and for me intimidating, to run in one's hometown. I have been a bit jittery at out-of-town 5Ks, but nothing compared to how I felt this morning - starting at 3:00 a.m. I had trouble sleeping, and my stomach was really upset when I woke up. I was even shaking as I texted Jackie. I knew that it was pointless to be nervous; I could easily run 2 miles. Just knowing that I would know many people there (many that I had gone to school with) made me really apprehensive. Once we arrived at the race site, I began to calm down. I kept telling myself that I just had to run my race - a little faster than normal!

I wasn't about to line up in the back because I did want to run in under 20 minutes, and every second counts. I was about in row 3 when the gun went off. I started fast (well, for me), which wasn't really very smart. I maintained a good pace until the 1 mile marker; I ran it in 8:37. Normally I run over 10 minutes miles, so that was really fast for me! Of course, I also realized that that pace was too fast for me because I was getting tired already. I slowed down a little bit, but tried to keep a decent pace. At 1 1/2 miles, I felt like I was going to vomit. It was so humid, and I was pushing hard to keep going. I just kept telling myself that I only had a few more blocks to go, and that I would be so mad at myself if I stopped. I had planned to try to sprint (I use that term very loosely) the last two blocks. By the time I got to that point, I just wanted to finish. I no longer cared about times or about beating anyone. I wanted to finish, and I didn't want to throw up in front of everyone at the finish line. That would be acceptable had I run the 6-mile, but puking after the 2-mile is just not cool.

My fellow teacher, Mr. Rhodes, was near me at the end, but rather than be a gentleman, he cut right in front of me! Next year, Mr. Rhodes! My time was a little over 18:35; I will get the exact time next week. I was completely happy with that. It wasn't long after the end of the 2-milers came in that the 6-milers began to finish. Wow! I was so impressed with the times. My friend, and also fellow teacher, Mrs. Strobel, finished 2nd overall in the women's race. She did awesome! I didn't get to stay for the 6-mile awards because I also played tennis this morning, so I am not sure where my other friends placed. That's a race that just finishing truly is a major accomplishment. Sooo....I placed 2nd in my age group in the 2-mile!!! I was thrilled. I can't tell you how many were in my group - hopefully not just 3! Gary also placed 2nd in his age group. His hip began to hurt at the beginning of the run, and that has never happened before.

Next year I would love to run the 6, but gosh it was awfully hot today. I think that being mentally prepared would be crucial. I would have to just keep a slow steady pace, and be satisfied with finishing. Addison said that next year I should work to win my age group in the 2-mile, and then run the 6 the following year. I just hope that I am still running in 2 years!

Being the athlete that I am :-), Bethany and I played women's doubles in tennis this morning too. Because the tourney has so few entries, we only had to play one match. We won! I played terribly; my serves were just not going in. I would love to play more tennis so that I could play in matches more. But today, I am satisfied. It was worth all the hard work, soreness, and frustrations. Today I ran.

Counting down the days...

School starts in less than a week. Although much has been accomplished this summer, I am sad to see it end. We have had so much company, and I have missed the quiet times with just my husband and kids. As much as I love my extended family, I am a creature of habit, and being out of my routine for this length of time is taking its toll.

The Schweizer Fest 2 mile run is in 3 days. As I reflect over the past few months, remembering that my husband's and my original goal was to just be able to complete the 2 mile without walking, I realize how far we have both come. Just months ago Gary was running to the end of our drive and back trying to build strength and endurance. At that same time I was on the treadmill, proud that I could run 1/4 mile without stopping. Each of us gradually added distance to our runs and encouraged one another to continue. We can both run 4 miles consistently now - Wow! The other night I told Gary that I was so pleased that both of us had taken up running. I am a talker, and if he weren't also running, I know that he wouldn't want to hear my running stories or complaints, and he might be happy for me, but he couldn't understand fully the sense of accomplishment one feels when meeting yet another personal goal.

This morning Jackie and I also talked about how until one runs, he or she can't imagine the determination it takes to get out there and just run. It hurts; it's tiring; it is difficult to breathe; and as older beginners, our bodies take more time to adjust to the pounding of the pavement beneath our feet. Non-runners find it easy to remark about the slow pace of some runners, but the fact that they are running is a testiment to their determination, and they should be commended. At races, runners are supportive of one another. There are some who are there to win, but the majority are there to reach personal goals, and just to enjoy running with others who embrace the sport. At the Owensboro race the crowd cheered just as loudly for the person who finished last as they did for the first one to the finish line. Those are the moments that make the the tough days worth it.

Third 5K of the summer

Rolling out of bed at 4:45 this morning, before the sun was even peeking out, proved to be tough. I hit the snooze, but knew that we had to be pulling out of our drive by 5:15. We were headed to the Strassenfest 5K in Jasper, which is an hour from our house. Because of the time difference, the race began as 7:00 our time. I must say, the fact that it was a beautiful, cool morning made waking up a little more worth the effort, although I was still tired and not in any mood to converse as we drove north.

One idiosyncrasy of my personality is that I have some social anxiety. This was passed down from my mother, who totally avoids crowds at all costs. Though my anxiety didn't really rear its ugly head until my late thirties, my daughters (yes, all of them) already suffer some of the effects. When we attended the Big Ten basketball finals this spring, we were in the middle of a crowd watching the band and cheerleaders, I looked back at my 17 year old, and she had tears streaming down her face. I had to guide her out of the crowd to get some air. Morgan gets panicked if Walmart is over-crowded, and Addison tries to avoid crowds. Even family functions on her dad's side can cause her stress because his family is so large. If you have never had that type of anxiety, it is difficult to understand. In my head I know that it makes no sense, but I just can't control the feeling of panic. I think that all four of us have to see a path out of a crowd, and if we can't, we begin to panic. My chest gets tight, breathing becomes labored, and I just have the fearful feeling - it's awful. Sometimes it doesn't bother me at all, but others I completely freak out and have to leave. This morning was not a good morning.

I don't know how many runners were in this 5K, but I would guess at least 300 (just checked - there were 385!). As we gathered at the starting line, I could just feel everyone close in. I tried to stick it out, but had to move to the side of the road where I at least had a few feet around me. I was near tears, but was not going to back out of the race at that point. I knew that once the starting gun fired, the crowd would thin as the fast runners shot out, and the walkers held back. It seemed to take several minutes for that to happen. The first mile was pretty uncomfortable; everything just got on my nerves, from people talking and laughing, to someone who was just too close to me breathing heavily. So, physically I felt really good, but emotionally I wasn't quite so good. As we approached the halfway point in the run, I heard music - contemporary Christian music - which is my favorite. I then remembered that my good friend Paul Alvey told me that the church he works for would be providing music during the race. That few minutes of focusing on their songs erased all of the stress I had been feeling. I was ready to complete this race.

My pace was slow starting off: 10:24 miles. I had run 10:04 in Owensboro, but there were no hills in that race (yeh, I can justify anything!). Once I reached the last 1/2 mile, I decided to try to speed up. It was flat ground, and I could begin to see the finish line (I also just wanted to pass whomever I could!). I kicked it in and began passing some people. There was one lady left that I wanted to get by, and as I confidently strode by her, I could sense her speeding up. I literally sprinted the last 2 blocks, and so did she (picture two older ladies sprinting toward the finish! I am sure that some of the spectators got a good laugh.). We raced to the end, and I beat her! I was feeling pretty smug, when she came up and thanked me. She said she was glad that I had pushed her, and that she had her best time ever! I was, of course, gracious, and told her I needed the push too. I think my time was just over 31 minutes, but I didn't see it officially.

My husband also had a good run. He beat his Owensboro time, and came in under 40 minutes. Our granddaughter, who was the one who wanted to run this race, did well for her first race. Her time was around 38 minutes. We were proud of her for finishing!

My next race is the 2-mile Schweizer Fest run. Two miles should seem rather easy. My goal is to run it in under 20 minutes. I would love to be able to run the 6-mile, but just don't quite feel prepared for that. Next year!

Just when I thought I had it figured out...

I've read that running is 80% mental and 20% physical, and I am beginning to buy into that philosophy. I had some great runs early in the week, but then on Wednesday Jackie and I only ran two miles, and for much of that time we were both complaining. I kept feeling aches and pains, and her leg was still causing her problems. We decided to walk, justifying it by the fact that we had done well on previous runs.

After our evening, I talked to another runner and learned what the Schweizer Fest 6-mile run consisted of. I have run everything on the route - just not all at one time! I am just itching to try it, so yesterday morning I crawled out of bed early, laced up my running shoes, and headed to town. Well, it wasn't quite that easy. When I went outside I had to move cars in order to get out. I put what I thought was my husband's spare key in my car so that I wouldn't have to go back in the house, and then I left. I hate starting off behind, but I was determined to get a run in. After I had stretched, I thought I had better check with hubbie to make sure that he had his car key so that he could get to work. I had taken his key. I thought I was going to have to turn around and go back home, but he found an extra key, so I was ready to roll. My time was already limited because I had to go to Jasper to watch Addison play in a golf tourney, but I had time to get 3 or 4 miles in.

The first few blocks of a run are always difficult. My feet hurt; my knees hurt; I can't breathe. It really takes me about 2 miles to really get into some sort of rhythm. I was headed up Mozart, but just felt lifeless. I knew that there was no way I could go 5 miles; I just hoped to get back to my car! I managed to make it 3.2 miles, which would have been awesome a month ago, but since I know that I have been running 4 or 5 miles, I felt really disappointed. What if I poop out in Jasper Saturday? Thankfully, I was pressed for time, so I ran and bought my Diet Pepsi and a candy bar (I know, that isn't really what's recommended for a post-run snack, but I love it - and deserve it!) - no time to dwell on a less-than-gratifying run. I do know that I am sticking with the 2-mile Schweizer Fest run rather than having to walk a portion of the 6-mile. Next year I will be more prepared for the longer run.

Watching golf is undoubtedly one of the most boring activities I do. I am trying to learn to hit the ball, and I don't really mind being on the course hitting around with my family, but to follow someone around for 2 hours and just watch - ugh! But, we do what we have to for our kids, so to Jasper I went with a smile on my face and Morgan in the passenger seat. It was a dreary day, raining on and off, so I rented a cart. Pretty wimpy, but there aren't many places to sit on the course, and we wanted to stay dry. The day didn't start well, as the tournament officials thought that Addison was a boy name, so they had her with the 10-12 boys. The girls had already played, and they had already given awards! Because it was their mistake, they had her play with the boys, and said that they would just use her score in order to place her. She played really well. The girl who had 'won' scored a 52; Addison scored a 44! She won her age group. She also scored at the top of the boys' group, so it was a good day.

Today is supposed to be a rest day since we run a 5K tomorrow. I feel that I have to do something (because I ate a lot yesterday), but haven't decided what. I am not really looking forward to leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow, but once we get going, I will be fine. I hope that by not running today, I gain some energy back and am able to at least run at the pace I did in the last race, although that course was completely flat, and Jasper is hilly.

To the 4 people who actually read what I write - thanks!!

Summer's Almost Over

The countdown has begun. We only have two more weeks of summer vacation, and I am not certain where the time went. I love my job and look forward to meeting a new batch of students, however I haven't had much down time this summer, and would love a week to do nothing but read and sit by a pool! As it is, this is our last week of hosting our oldest granddaughter, and on Sunday we will meet her parents, drop her off, and bring home her younger sisters. They will be with us next week. My husband will have a few days off while they are here, and I am really looking forward to having him around. Somewhere in this chaos, I have to finish getting my classroom ready for the first day of school. I have most everything ready, but there are always last minute things to take care of.

Running...it is going so well right now. I no longer walk around constantly aware of the soreness in my legs. I am not miserable while I run, especially when Jackie is with me. Having a friend to run with makes the time much more enjoyable. Carrying on a conversation takes my mind off of the hard work. On Saturday Jackie's leg began to hurt too badly to continue, so she went back to the track, and I continued on our route. The whole time my unfit subconscience was using negative talk to try to get me to just stop. My foot hurts. Gosh, my calves are sore today. I am really hungry. It probably isn't very safe to run in the heat when I am hungry. McDonalds sounds really good. Oh, I would love a sausage egg and cheese biscuit. I think I have to pee. I am tired. I just couldn't relax and enjoy the beautiful morning. I made it, though. The 'healthy me' won that battle!

Yesterday morning I met my niece Erin. We had talked about running together for awhile, so I texted her Saturday night and asked her to meet me. I was pretty proud that I was going to be able to run 4 miles with my 22 year old niece. I knew that she would have to ease back on her pace, but I could go the distance. When I arrived, I saw that she was already sweaty. She had run 4 miles on the treadmill before meeting me! There went my confidence! We did have a nice run, and it was great to have some time to chat and get caught up. (I secretly hope she is sore today!)

I ran again this morning, but by myself. I turned the 'Jesus' music on my Ipod, and took off. I wanted to run Mozart Street again, but I also had in the back of my mind to try to add some distance to that run. I normally only run 3.2 miles when running Mozart just because it is a tougher run. This morning I managed to run 5.0! I was actually a bit disappointed because I just knew that with the added distance I had run at least 5.5, but when I drove it I barely hit the 5.0 mark. I know that considering that almost 3 months ago was the first time I ran 2 miles, I should be very pleased (and I am), but I want to eventually get to 6.2 so that I can consider running a 10K.

My husband and I, along with our granddaughter, will be running a 5K this weekend in Jasper. I don't feel that my pace has improved any, but since I have been running further, I hope that the distance will seem easier. The following weekend we run in a 2-mile run. That should be pretty easy! I would like to find some other 5K to run this fall; having an upcoming race is great motivation to get out there and run.

Still Running...

It seems to be getting harder and harder to find time to blog! I can report that I have completed my master's program through Ball State, so classes are finished - until I begin a new program! My hope now is to work on my writing more and to read just for pleasure! There's nothing quite like a good novel on a rainy day.

Running has become such a big part of our lives this summer, I just hope that I can continue to log those miles once school starts. My friend Jackie and I have been running together a lot, which is a wonderful motivator to continue. Last night we ran 4 miles together - in the drizzling rain! I know for certain that we are both hooked! I believe that it was the best that I have felt while running. At no point did I want to stop and walk, and when we finished I felt great. Jackie usually complains about some ache or just the general tiredness that sets in, but she didn't complain the whole run, nor did I. I think that we are both beginning to feel like real runners! Not marathoners or anything like that, but we have both come a long way in a short period of time. For forty-something moms who have never run, we are doing well.

I believe that I have discovered (for myself) another reason to run. Sunday I was suffering from major PMS, which my loving husband would attest to. Some months I am fine, and others I am completely psycho! This was a psycho month. I was really stressed anyway because we have our granddaughter with us, my daughter's friend from Germany was arriving Sunday, and my in-laws were arriving Monday. I felt so tense that I knew I was not worthy of even being around my family. I decided to head out by myself for a run. I turned my 'Jesus' music (it's contemporary Christian) on my Ipod, and I ran - 5 miles. I felt so much better after I had finished. Not only did I desperately need the time alone, but I needed to move. I think that I also have less cramping and bloating since I have been exercising. What a terrific side-effect!

We are signing up for another 5K so that our granddaughter can run with us before she returns to Virginia, and then we have the Schweizer Fest 2-mile on August 8. Our original goal when we began to run was to be able to complete the 2-mile run. I am now running 4-5 miles, and my husband is running 4; the 2-mile will be a piece of cake! My daughter Morgan and I also want to play doubles in the tennis tournament. She might regret playing with her mom when she realizes how inconsistent my serves are! I will continue to sign up for races just because it really makes me work so that I can improve my time. I know that I will never place, even in my age group, but if I can improve my time a little each race, I will be pleased.

Now get away from your computer and do something!

Another 5K completed!

I can't believe that it has been two weeks since I have had time to write! Although we have had an extra child for the past two weeks, and I am finishing up my master's courses, so it isn't like I have been on the couch watching Oprah every day. The good news is that I am still running, and beginning to enjoy it a little more - some days more than others!

After running in the Jasper 5K, I realized that I really needed to work on running hills, so I began to lumber up Mozart Street. I ran it several times the past 2 weeks, and I hated every second of it - that is until I reached the top and thought of the ground that I had covered. Now each time I drive on Mozart, I think I can run this!

One of my best friends, Jackie, has started running, so I have to take a moment to brag on her accomplishments...She is 45 and the mom of three boys; that's exercise in itself! Two weeks ago we ran together for the first time. Her goal is to complete our Schweizer Fest 2-mile run, so we began to work on that. That first evening, she said she just could not get past 1 1/2 miles, so once we hit that mark, she wanted to walk. We did, and then we ran a bit more. Fast forward 2 weeks...Sunday night we ran 3 1/2 miles together! Once she started increasing, she just kept going. I am so happy for her because I know how tough it is, and how easy it would be to give up - especially at our age! Needless to say, 2 miles will be a breeze for her now. I am glad to have someone to run with; it makes the time pass more quickly! I am also happy to be able to encourage her because two of my runner friends, Kim and Laura, have been huge motivators for me. Of course, if Jackie keeps improving at that pace, she will be the one pushing me to go further!

So, about the 5K...my husband and I ran a 5K in Owensboro Saturday evening. It was his first, but since I had already run one, I was an old pro! After running a little too much last week, I had a sore foot, so I wasn't sure that running was the smartest move, but I wasn't about to back out. The evening started out great! As soon as we got to the event, a health fair was finishing up. Some really nice man told us we needed to sign up for a drawing, as he was about to take the box away. My husband, daughter, granddaughter, and I all signed our entries, and when we just finished stuffing in the final one, he took the box and began to draw. The first prize was $100 - he pulled out my name! I don't usually win anything, so I was thrilled. Everyone else in my family won towels. Our granddaughter, Vika, tried to convince me to trade, but to no avail.

After the fair, the girls walked in a 2K fitness walk. It was a good experience for both of them. Next was the 5K. There were about 320 runners. I was pretty happy it was an evening run because I have a lot more energy in the evening. I managed to run the whole time (at my snail pace), as did my husband. We did not run together, but knowing that he was there also participating was really great. Passing people was even greater! I am trying not to be competitive, but I just am. I will never compete with real runners who run 6 or 7 minute miles, but I want to beat someone - even if it's the young mom pushing triplets in a stroller! As I was running at the end of the route, I heard the girls yelling for me. What a feeling! I have spent the last 20 years yelling for my kids as they compete, so it was wonderful to hear them returning the favor! I beat my time from the last 5K, so I was ecstatic. I think a big part of that was that this course was completely flat (yeah!), and the Jasper course was incredibly hilly. After crossing the finish line and having my computer chip removed (those are cool), I grabbed a roll and a banana. It's amazing how good bananas are after running! The girls and I waited for my husband to complete his first ever race. He also crossed that almighty finish line quicker than he had anticipated, so it was a good night. My stats: I was 9 out of 18 in the 40-44 women; 63 out of 180 women in all (that's almost the top third!!!); and my pace time (that's the time for each mile) was 10:04. I had previously been running 11 minute miles, so I was excited. My goal for the next race is to get below 10 minute miles. It might not sound like much, but knocking off those seconds is hard! I have to say that this race was much more fun than the Jasper race. There were big corporate sponsors, and they had a lot going on. One thing I love about the races is that it really doesn't matter where one finishes, everyone cheers and is so supportive. We watched the end of the 10K race, and when the last runner, a lady, came in the stadium, everyone cheered for her! How awesome is that??

And so I am praying that my foot begins to feel better so that I can get out there and really run. I have run, but am taking it easier. Walking all over Nashville in sandals yesterday didn't help a bit!

Debbie, if you are reading this, THANKS!!! I thought Gary was the only one who read it!