1. Tough it out. Dory in Finding Nemo said it best, “Just Keep Swimming”…. Continue reading
Body image. Many people fall prey to issues, especially in summer time when bikini’s, shorts and summer dresses are everywhere. Continue reading
Hold back your hair, that is. Continue reading
With 13 kiddos and a love of running, it’s been fun to figure out how to balance my desire to run while raising kids. Continue reading
I’ve never won a race. I have fantasies about cheering crowds, the ribbon I get to bust through, people who love me gathered to tell me what a great job I did. Pictures on the red carpet, a bike escort, giving motivational speeches, full length gowns, Prada shoes…. OK, wait. That’s not quite right. But winning a race and breaking the ribbon would be pretty cool.
Last Autumn in September I did a race in Greenville, California. The Seymour Smith Memorial Run. It was supposed to be 12.5 miles but all the mile markers were off…. We finished at around 13 miles and the last “mile” was actually 1.4. A very small, but very fun race through beautiful country. This is a big fish, little pond story. My time was nothing great – I can’t even recall my average minute miles, but somewhere in the 8’s. Still, I pushed and came in 2nd overall, 1st woman.
The man who beat me, I knew at the start would be faster. The great thing about running is you can’t really tell peoples speed by looking at them. I can usually tell who is faster than I am and who is a newbie runner but 80-90% of people you look at, you just don’t know.
It was a planned girls weekend and I loved every single second of it. The race was the excuse, the catalyst to get us together. The race was fun and we all looked forward to it, but it was the weekend away I needed. Getting out of town, gathering together, cooking, hot tubbing, dishing about kids and relationships. Being girly and silly and have fun together…..
One of the things I love about this race are the walkers. They leave much earlier than the runners by a couple of hours. I think I saw my first walker at around mile 7. They yell, they cheer, they get excited. They told me over and over as I passed that there was only one person in front of me. For most of them it’s the first time they’ve walked this far and it’s fantastic to see what could be the beginning of a new love in running. You just never know the seeds that get planted along the way.
The race was small enough, they didn’t have T-shirts and had to mail them later, which I received about 2 months after the race. Winning 2nd place meant I won $100 – my claim to fame – but that never showed up in the mailbox. Still, the girls and I all know that on that day I was famous – the runner who’s time beat all but one other. For an entire day I was famous, or at least for an hour…..
The floor is yours….