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Women Are Amazing


A friend recently posted the below on Facebook. It’s so true. Not that men aren’t equally amazing. They are. I’ve never understood a couple of things. One: Why don’t women embrace being women. That means we aren’t men, probably shouldn’t be treated like them, are unique and how amazing is that? Two: Why don’t we support each other more? We’re all women, we all go through a list of the same issues, we’re all struggling in similar ways. Geez, band together and raise each other up. Continue reading

Winning & Being Famous For a Day. OK An Hour.


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.

Winning second place overall and first woman

Winning second place overall and first woman. Closest to breaking through a ribbon as I’ll get

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.

One of my Running With The Bears companions.  He and his wife I'd met before and we talked before the race

One of my Running With The Bears companions. He and his wife I’d met before and we talked before the race

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.

A friends parents and our road crew.  I adopted them of course

A friends parents and our road crew. I adopted them of course

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…..

We dug up some left over "Bears" temporary tattoos to let everyone know who we were and that we were serious

We dug up some left over “Bears” temporary tattoos to let everyone know who we were and that we were serious

We're ready to go - after the port a potty trip on the side of the road by the car.  Keepin it classy

We’re ready to go – after the port a potty trip on the side of the road by the car. Keepin it classy

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 Family behind the run.  Very neat people.  I talked with them for quite a while

The Family behind the run. Very neat people. I talked with them for quite a while

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….

Tough It Out


Whether it’s running, work, family, friends, finances, etc… sometimes you’ve just got to grin and bear it, tough it out, roll with the punches. Hopefully those tough runs make the good ones better. Trials with work, family, friends, money make us stronger, more thankful. I try to roll with things and take a laid back approach but there are those days when sleep deprivation, an empty bank account, sick children, a fight with our spouse, etc.. just send me over the edge of my normal happy attitude and I feel like I just want a break. Thankfully, I can run. Pounding out the frustrations life throws at us just puts things back in perspective.  Today has been one of those days but still, I have an outstanding family.  Just amazing to me every day.  I have few very close friends, but they’re wonderful.  I love the people and the place I work even though some days are more tough than others.  Finances have been tough the last couple years but all our bills get paid, there’s always plenty of food, the kids have uniforms and clothes, etc… so really, we’re blessed.  My running year has been phenomenal – new goals met and new ones made, a team I’m grateful for.  Through running, I have an outlet for my creativity, my physical self, my decompression.  Truly I am blessed.

Who Are You???!!!


My freshman year of college I took a personality test called Myers-Briggs.  I also took it in the workplace on two separate occasions at two different jobs as well as in a pre-marriage class.  Although I’ll always be me – ENFJ – knowing who I am in black and white has helped me to be more aware of my own actions as well as those around me. (If you click the link and take the test, when you get your letters go HERE to read all about yourself!)

Another little test I’ve taken is Love Languages to know that I’m a high physical contact and quality time kind of girl.

The reason I bring this up is that I feel the more you know about yourself, the more aware you are around other people.  Having gone to a Women’s ReTreat this past month I immediately clicked with some women while others I hardly spoke with at all.  At one point in my life it’s possible I would have wondered if it was something I said or did, maybe I’m too outgoing, etc… As I’ve gotten older I realize that we are who we are and we just connect with some people better than others.

Sarah and I became fast friends and laughed often and hard.  She’s giggling and I”m looking possessed.  But no big deal – we’re running friends!!

Running supersedes many social norms.  We act more like a group of kids at camp – instantly bonding and very quickly sharing fairly personal information.  At the end of a ten miler it’s possible to feel as if you know that person better than someone you’ve been acquaintances with for years.  In part it’s from sharing the “blood, sweat and tears” of a run and exchanging helpful information and encouragement.  Also, we tend to breach uncomfortable subjects at an alarmingly rate – conversations about burping, farting (while running – it’s an art), runners poops, peeing on the side of the road, changing clothes in front of each other and a myriad of embarrassing topics – that some married couples haven’t shared with each other. (sad but true)  Running gives us a tight bond.  I appreciate the few friendships in my life that are up close and personal as well as the runners who have been part of my life whether it’s been just a short, quiet jaunt together or the deeper, longer lasting intimate friendship.  Here’s to knowing who you are and finding people who love you in spite of that!!