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Saturday, March 25, 2017

Team CARazies at Questival

WHAT a blast we had at the Questival!

Monday, August 31, 2015

Mountain biking

Mountain biking!

It sounds badass, it is badass and sometimes I just need to feel badass.

I accepted my invitation to camp/mountain bike eagerly and with open arms....

Then I saw the trails! WAAAAHHH

Seriously-HOW is this considered a "biking" trail?

My only other mountain biking experience ended in full on ugly girl cry when I crashed on a tough and technical switchback (promise I'm not exaggerating).  It was 4 years ago and you can read it here.

Four years ago means 4 years added to my age and falling becomes less and less something I am inclined to do.

So my epic mountain biking weekend turned into me telling the guys to "go on without me" because...
Crisis and ugly girl cry potential averted!

I did decide to head out on the EASY trail because:

1-I wanted to prove to myself I was still just a little badass
2-I could practice without anyone else watching how slow and cautious I am
3-I fully embrace the "Do something each day that frightens you" idea

The trail was basically flat, narrow and full of rocks. I may never understand why mountain bikers purposely add "rock gardens" to trails.

So here's my photo recap of my limited miles on the trails.

Trail head-doesn't look too intimidating
Rocks, rocks, rocks-everywhere rocks!
Confidence wavering
I think I'm getting the hang of it.
End of the trail in sight and NO ROCKS!
I've concluded:

1-My hiking skills are badass, my mountain biking skills are still in training wheels
2-Slow and cautious may forever be my mountain biking mantra
3-Mountain biking is frightening...and pretty fun once you relax.

I'm heading out for another weekend in the mountains with supposedly "epic" trails that don't have an elevation gain of 1000 feet in 1/2 mile so I hope to strap on my helmet, clip in my shoes and give it another try.
Until next time trails, until next time!

Until then...you can find me in my comfort place...running!

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Go Run!

Two weeks ago it was 20 degrees.

I stepped out for all my runs with the same thought. "I'm over this cold! I can't wait for warm weather"

This week we have 70 degree weather.

I stepped out this morning and thought. "I hate the heat and humidity-I'm such a better runner in the cold"


Truth be told...

I looked back over my photos and was struck with this thought.

Some runs are hard, some runs are easy, all runs are worth getting out the door for.

Snow, ice and slush run 2 weeks ago

Cold long run with friends

Race day fun in 60 degrees

What makes you pause before heading out the door?

Grab a friend and go! 
You'll be glad you did. 

Thank you to all my running friends for all the support over the years. You are a fabulous community that I write like to write about often. (see here) (and here)

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Keep on starting again.

In my mind, a week off = STARTING ALL OVER!

I've been running (consistently) for about 15 years and I still act like a beginner sometimes.

There are times when running is hard, getting out the door is hard, life is hard.  So you I miss a few days, or you I take some time off and (if you are anything like me), immediately think.

I jumped on the trails on Monday this week and my first thoughts were.

Back at it again.
I'm out of shape.
This time I'll keep it up.
Need to register for a race so I stay fit.

As I clicked into mile three, I realized...
You've been running 3 days a week consistently and calling that "not running", "off my fitness plan", "not in shape" etc.

At the end of the run I took stock and realized I haven't ever truly been starting over. I'm just starting up again and thats OK.

I ran with a great group of ladies this morning. They work, they're moms, they run, weight train, stay active, they are fit. Someone said: "I haven't run since last weekend" and she was asked "busy at work?"
Her response-"no, just that kind of week, didn't feel like it".

Learning to give myself permission to be OK with having a 'week like that' has actually helped me to continue to run and enjoy my running.

After injury early last year, I took a break from distance running. Ran 5ks, 8ks and no more, and I'm OK with that.

My hope is to run another marathon this year in honor of my sister and her struggles in life and anyone who struggles in life. Running for me has always been a way to heal, a way to reach out to others, a way to connect.

Let's run some miles together!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


I lost my sister 3 weeks ago. My sister was an addict.

Those are very painful things for me to say. 

Today I ran to clear my head, work toward healing, get frustrations out...etc.

I wasn't looking for answers, there aren't any really. I wasn't looking for peace or clarity or any other healing type moment.

Passing under a bridge on a familiar greenway path, I stopped to look at the water. When I turned to get back on the path this is what I saw.

One word.
It stung.
I do not feel hopeless, but in that moment I felt my sisters pain and the pain of so many around us. 
One word. 

When I run I choose routes based on my needs, desire, strength, determination for that day. Today I purposely chose a route with a strong downhill mile 1, completely flat mile 2 and uphill mile 3.
I wanted the challenge at the end.
I wanted to feel free, easy and accomplished at the start and struggling and working hard at the end. I didn't want it to be easy to finish-I wanted needed to see if I had what it took to finish strong.  

The run was good. I accomplished what I set out to. No great healing, no great revelations. But hopeless kept ringing in my head all day.

I don't think I will ever do anything grand to help anyone who struggles with feelings of hopelessness or despair, but as I ran further away from the word hopeless, I realized something. I realized that I will continue to run and in running I hope to encourage anyone around me who will listen to get outside, to move, to experience, to love, to be, to enjoy, to hope. One by one maybe I can help change that one word to hope.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

When you're recovering from injury do you just party on?

IT band injuries stink!

Runners know all about the IT band and often let out a sigh when you mention it.

Non-runners ask "now...what is an IT band" almost every time you mention it or when you have to say "no you won't be running" this weekend because of the IT band.

I pushed it as long as I could with the stinking injury until I really decided (read:NEEDED) to take a solid 6 weeks off and rest it while continuing to strengthen surrounding muscles (thanks Stiner Massage-more to come there) and flexibility.

During that 6 weeks, I swam, rode a little, but mostly I race spectated! 

Race spectating, it turns out, is almost as fun as race participating. Here are a few of the races I attended and often #partiedlikeiranthem

Ella's Race-part of the Chick-fil-a series

After my youngest participated in the Krispy Kreme Challenge he insisted on solo participation in this race. The first part of the year was a challenging time for him and it was good to see his enthusiasm.

Ella's Race raises funds and awareness for pediatric brain cancer and Ella and her brother attended a school near and dear to me and my family for a brief period. Supporting the race was an honor.

Ran into several run club friends-more to cheer for!
Anticipating at least 30 minutes (based on his previous runs or run/walks), it was thrilling seeing him near the finish just past 23 minutes.

Approaching finish line.
Close enough-and it was official

Turns out the course wasn't marked properly and volunteers were turning some of the people in front around too soon, but he ran the whole way and had a great time.

Merge Records 25k

The point to point race had been on my race calendar but injury kept me from participating. The race was going on the same time as Ella's Race but I really wanted to see some people finish, so after cheering my son on, I rushed on over and could not believe I made it in time to see them cross the finish line.

Just before the finish-and the heel click
Beer was had, fun was had, it was a great day in Durham!
(that's all you need to know about that post race party)

Great post race party!
River Run Club & Big Boss Run Club

Celebrating running and bday's at RRC
I faithfully (kind of) attended my run club, although as a founder of a run club, it is very challenging to show up each week not able to participate. I took pictures, I rode the bike to support other runners. I consumed beer like I was running. It was fun.

River Run Club
Toward the end of my 6 week rest period, I started walking a little bit. Not too hard or too much to stress out the finicky IT band, but enough to feel good and get my legs about me. I was swimming a lot and biking a little, so I knew I needed to add some leg work into the mix. You can find a run club every single night of the week in Raleigh/Durham-I'm partial to River Run Club and Big Boss Run Club. 

We Want the Funk-Free FA Half

I love racing and being a part of racing. Big, small, organized or casual. I have a friend who has a strict "I don't run alone" policy, so I was happy to ride support for him at the "We Want the Funk-FA Run"

A very casual-free-half marathon on a Friday night!
On the greenway at WWTF

We Want the Funk! Gotta Have The Funk! Both of these guys went on to run another race the next day....intervention time?

Rock-n-Roll Marathon/Half Marathon-Raleigh

The final race I spectated/volunteered in was the Rock-n-Roll Raleigh Marathon and Half Marathon. Having never volunteer for a race this size I was unsure about what to expect. What a blast! (Even with waking up at 4am). I volunteered at bag check and was finished (basically) by the time the race started. I got to watch almost all of my friends begin their race-many of them racing their first half or full marathon. 

Watching runners complete their journey is so awesome.

Good friends help you PR!
Rugged Maniac

I had begun running again-training for my first ultra, but one more race to spectate was on my list. I was able to watch was my boys participate in the Rugged Maniac! It was much more of a mudrun than I remember my mudrun being!

Here's to race spectating!

Such fun AND we stayed clean and dry!
Keeping connected to the racing/running community was crucial to me during my much needed/not wanted rest time. My heart was ready to run, my body wasn't. Learning to be ok with that ended up taking the entire six weeks! 

What's your running/biking/training/fitness struggle and how will you get through it?

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

"Mom, I think we are aware"-Autism Awareness in our house.

I have thrown around my thoughts about this subject all month and now it's the last day and for whatever reason I feel compelled to write.

April is Autism Awareness month. 

When I mentioned it earlier in the month while proudly wearing my "Autism Moms Rock" t-shirt, to my older children, their response was.

"Mom...I think we are aware."

And so they are. 

In our house awareness came long before diagnosis. 

  • I've never been able to appropriately write about my feelings when we were given the diagnosis-they are mixed and complicated and challenging to articulate.

  • Post diagnosis has brought about frequent recollections, memories, wondering and what ifs that bring about conversations with grown children about 'how things were'. I often am overwhelmed with thoughts of did I do enough for any one of the 4 children I have(am) raised (raising). The ease at which the needs of one over ride the needs of others can thwart even the best intentions. 

  • Autism is present in our household, has been present long before the words-"your child is on the Autism Spectrum" were spoken. Lots of other things have been present as well and I have worked to make sure all children were recognized and given space to be a kid without the sometimes overwhelming presence of Autism. 

Sometimes I failed. Sometimes I was successful.

I thank my children for forgiving me when I've failed and celebrating with me when I was successful. 
Parenting isn't easy. In our house-Autism isn't easy. 

To my children, family, friends who have supported us along the way and learned AWARENESS, mostly hands on-thank you. Support is felt in words, actions, understanding and even advocacy.

For us, having Autism awareness isn't always easy or always challenging, or Monday's or April or special or not special-it just always is!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The thin line and why I walk it

When you line up for a 13.1 mile race at
the dark
the rain
with temperatures at
48 degrees
and wind at
12-15 mph

Your entire being tends toward..."I'm not sure how committed to this I am."

It's only when you warm up at 2 miles and shed the trashbag you've worn to stay dry and warm that you begin to remember you enjoy running!

When I ran my first 13.1 mile race 5 years ago, I was a train wreck. Over training, running NON stop, trying to keep up with everyone and very unrelaxed. I had obsessively checked out the entire race. The course, the weather, the aid stations-everything. Needless to say-I crashed an burned. I was wound too tight.

Running the Myrtle Beach 1/2 marathon last weekend I had not looked at the course map, the start line, the packet pick-up, the weather-NOTHING. Truth be told-I registered for this race ONLY because my friends were racing. I wanted to be a part of things; share in the stories, the fun, the party. I entered the race, undertrained and coming off of an injury.

I had no expectations.

While I had no expectations, I ended the race discovering how much I've grown as a runner and how much I enjoy sharing running with friends, how much I love running.

A race is a journey, a discovery. 
Every run, every race, every time in our life will be different. Some better than others. What we learn from ourselves during training, running, racing-during life-is a journey worth taking.

Step outside, join the journey, share in the stories, the fun, the party. 

Photo courtesy of @anjwiley

Monday, January 27, 2014


My current year race medals hang on my rear view mirror.

A tradition, a reminder of the previous years accomplishments.

Today during a drive through Starbucks stop, the young guy at the register said:

"SWEET marathon medal!"

"Thanks, I replied" (noticing it for the first time in a while)

"Did you win or something?" he said.

"Ummm, no-that's just what they give everyone" I replied.

"Well it's awesome!" he said-with gusto.


I drove away with a smile and thought very hard about it as I watched the medals out of the corner of my eye and listened to them clink against each other.

I wish I could rewind and say this in reply.

"You know-I did win. Although I did not finish the race first, I was mostly racing for myself-against self doubt, against questions of ability, against uncertainty, against fears and against deamons created by me,  So yes-I won over all those things and I FINISHED that marathon."

...or something like that!

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Here's to happy running.

Eleven (11) months of my best running on the books last year.

 One (1) month of injury and rest.

If you put them on a scale, the 11 months would win. HANDS DOWN.

If you put them in my head, and my head gets the better of me-1 lousy month of crap assery runs, pain, injury and "taking it easy"...works it's way slowly, craftily, almost slippery into the win column.

And this is how it happens for me.

You train, you run, you cross train, you run, you work, you run, you race, you run, you succeed, you run... 

Then, in walks injury/life event/work/family/lack of motivation/parties/holidays or any number of reasons not to run. So you take a day off here, a couple there, before you know it a week or so and when you head out for your next run:

~I can't believe it's been so long since I ran
~I'm not sure I'm feeling this
~Crap, this is hard
~I should turn around now before I get too far
~Conditions don't seem favorable

So here's my challenge to you, myself! 

Turn each one of those doubts around and get back out there because you deserve it and you CAN succeed.

~It feels great to be running after some time off
~I'm out here despite of myself and my doubts
~Hard work now, results later
~Push just a little further today and strength returns
~There are no perfect conditions


Tuesday, December 3, 2013

You know you're a runner when...

I haven't really ever refered to myself as a runner.

Not after any of my half marathons
Not after co-founding a run club
Not after a 204 mile relay
Not after my first marathon


Lack of confidence
Lack of speed
Don't have the body of a runner
Don't feel accomplished
Fear of some "real" runner calling me out
Fear of failure

They're my reasons, my thoughts-if they are valid or not really doesn't cross my mind.

As the year winds down and talks of planning 2014 begin to circulate with my running friends, I'm taking stock of my 2013 and realize what a bang up year it's been!

I've run almost 900 miles, a half marathon, a 10k, 8k, several 5k's, fun runs, countless long training runs, trail runs, biked close to 400 miles, gotten back in the pool, hiked many miles and run a marathon.

Still hesitant to call myself a runner.


I couldn't run!

Injury has me on the do-not-run list and honestly running is ALL I can think about!

Yesterday, determined to be moving in some way I hit the pool early, took an afternoon ride on the bike and when I got home decided I could probably handle a short run.

It was 2 miles of BLISS. Every awesome running theme song played in my head. Every inspiring running movie was brought to mind. For those 2 miles it all came together and I realized...

and I feel awesome

What's your awesome? Find it! Know it! Be it! 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Marathon thoughts

Januray 4, 2013-I set and spoke my running goal for 2013. 

November 3, 2013-I accomplished that goal. 

I've written very little about the marathon in between those two dates, so here are my rambling thoughts.

I hang out with a lot of runners types, people who say things like "only 15 miles today" or "just a quick 8", or even "you only feel it after 20 miles". Some of these people eat marathons for breakfast.

The rest of the people I mix it up with every once in a while are non runners. They say things like "a marathon huh? so how far is that" or "you'll only catch me running if someone/thing is chasing me" and "you're an inspiration, you run so much". These people don't understand the dilemma of sporting the 26.2 magnet or not.

Neither my conversations with my runner friends nor chats with my non runner friends prepared me for the journey I began in January! 

Post marathon I realize:

The marathon began to occupy my life long before I realized it. Thoughts of training plans, when to begin, where to run and oh puke-it's really going to take me that long to run 26.2 miles began dancing, rambling, popping, running through my head in oh...January. 

As time grew closer and the marathon moved from occupying to consuming, I began to notice an incredible amount of support around me. Acquaintances became friends, friends became constant support and fear became strength and I began to believe I would complete the marathon and accomplish my goal.

Two weeks prior to the marathon I participated in my first distance relay: 12 women, 2 cars, 30 hours, 200 miles. More to come on that 'craziest race I've signed up for' soon!

4:45am is a RIDICULOUS time to get up for a race. My alarm is still set to go off on Sundays at that time (I'm not sure why, however I'm not quite ready to turn it off) and each time it does it reminds me of that morning. 

The last piece of advice I received before the race from a runner friend who could not run due to injury was- 
"Have fun and have double fun for me."  BEST.ADVICE.EVER.

It was 26.2 hard, long, painful miles of FUN! 

To the friends and family who came out and cheered me on-what the hell, you people are stinking incredible. That's a LONG time to be waiting on someone.

To the friends who ran with me during the race and carried me to the finish-you people are some kind of awesome and I am glad I was able to share some miles with you.

To the friends and family who supported me virtually or long distance-could not have done it without you-no joke-support is crucial!

To everyone I met or ran with along the way-I humbly thank you for the boost when I needed it.

To the spectators and volunteers who cheered us on-I love you people, I promise I really, really do.

To my family who endured months of unavailabilty, endless talk of races and running schedules and fueling, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.

To my long time rock star of a running partner-you're simply amazing and I am so glad to have experienced this journey together. 

To my kids...words fail to express the emotion of completing this goal with you all at my side. It was an epic moment for me as I neared the finish line and friends began running me toward the finish and eventually made way as you all joined me at my side. You are one of a kind kids!
Running to finish with kids and friends!

I learned so much about myself over the last couple months. But the biggest surprise of all to this self proclaimed "One and Done" girl is...I would do it again!

Taking time off from running to heal an injury and enjoying some long lost activities, who knows what 2014 holds.

Have you set your goals for 2014?

Friday, June 7, 2013

Facing fears

After almost 3 years of sporadic riding, I was finally convinced to join a group ride.

8am-country roads-3 routes 

  • Route 1-23 miles-YES please! I've done that at least a number of times-confidence level=medium
  • Route 2-35 miles-YIKES....ummm, yeah let's stick with Route 1-confidence level=unsure
  • Route 3-70+ miles-WHY, just why do cyclists enjoy this?-confidence level= if you even try to get me to do this I will throw a temper tantrum.

"We will just fall in where you're comfortable-no worries, it won't be fast."

Last thing I heard before we "fell in" with the Route 2 lead riders-"sigh".

I've been on a bike. That's my experience level. These people know what they are doing. 

They clip in like champs, pedal like it's nothing, draft like they actually know what exactly that means, casually remove a water bottle from the cage while maintaining a 19mph pace to rehydrate and make this whole riding practically arm in arm; tire to tire group thing look SIMPLE!

I pedaled like I meant it, longing for the promised first rest stop with drinks and cookies...it seemed to take FOREVER. When I got there, my friend says-we don't have to stop-we can keep going.
Pretty much sums up how I felt

WTH! I was promised COOKIES~must stop pedaling, need fuel, need hydration, feel overwhelmed and out of place.

I manage a desperate "I need water" -pull over and mercifully stop moving my legs and get my ass off that seat/saddle-whatever it is-you feel it after a while.

Everyone left the first rest stop at different times, leaving me with only my friend, I was both thrilled and terrified.  The group thing seemed over BUT, I've ridden with him before and I don't know the roads so I was completely at his mercy...and pace!

Rest stop 2 (oh no cookies or snacks at Rest Stop 1 or 2-as promised) came at the top of a dreadfully long steep curvy hill. A hill that brought out all sorts of nasty in me and as I was told "You're doing great" I spat back "Just go".

There was water and Gatorade and people and rest, sweet-sweet rest
And water. And Gatorade. And Rest.

I didn't ask how much further/longer back to the car, it doesn't matter-I've learned that much.  
My only thoughts on the last leg of this journey? 


I'm grateful I can continue to push my body and sometimes to it's limits-on to marathon training!

I made it!

Running friends


Running Friends.

For a long time I had a lot of friends.

For a long time I was running.

For a long time I didn't have a lot of running friends.

Not long ago I lost a lot of friends.

Not long ago I wasn't running as much.

One year ago my long time really great friend and running partner and I started a social run club.

Now I know many people I call friend.

Now I am back to running.

Now I have many running friends!

Yesterday one of the first members of the run club posted this:

Angel wrote:
"Running is a free pass to friendship.
This is how I feel about River Run Club. Sharing in every one's accomplishments is what keeps me striving for bigger and harder goals! ♥ you guys and gals!"

I. Could. Not. Agree. More.

Find something active you love to do. Something that fuels you, ignites you, inspires you and  challenges you. Then get out there and find others who love the same thing and join them or invite them to join you. There is a camaraderie, a companionship, a sense of "I get you", an instant friendship-that can occur.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Peculiar, you say?

Six - 6 - six miles into a 7.5 mile run and my feet, hip, calf were killing me and this was my thought....

"...to complete my marathon goal this year, I would have to run this almost 3 more times!!"

I'm doomed!

A good stretch and a pep talk from my running partner and confidence has returned.  Being known for solid words and sage advice, what did my runner friend say that restored my resolve to pursue my goal...

"Your stride is...well...peculiar."

I've thought about it for two days and, she's right. It is peculiar. A short little stride, apparently fueled by the lower part of my legs partly explaining my battles with shin splints and large variety calf muscles (not just large for a woman-plain LARGE-peculiar!).

So how does one proceed with a peculiar stride? Change it, keep it, switch it up?

Looking up definitions of peculiar actually endeared me to the term describing my stride. 
"characteristic of only one person"
"special, particular"
"odd, curious"

My life, my journey, this journey, my running, my good times, my hard times-all peculiar and all mine.

I've decided to embrace this peculiar stride, tweak it to minimize injuries and own it.  Just as I am embracing my peculiar life journey, tweeking it to avoid injuries and owning it.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Speaking not whispering...

The change of the calendar year brings to mind
goals we set, either whispered, proclaimed or shared at the beginning of the year
thoughts of new refreshed/updated goals for the upcoming year

I'm a goal whisperer...not the kind that relays goal messages from beyond, the kind that quietly whispers their goals barely loud enough for their own self to hear let alone ANY other human.

is huge in my life, and for many years it has kept me from putting myself out there, reaching goals, living life.

Sometimes known as someone who will "try anything" or is "not afraid of anything", it surprises people when they realize what a head case I can be.

I've set and reached personal goals along the way. (a partial list)
48 pounds-lost
Sprint Triathalon-completed
Half Marathon(s)-completed
Sky Diving-done
Complete career change-in progress
Grand Canyon-hiked
Appalachian Trail-begun
Mission trip completed and only just begun
Travel the world-begun

The temptation for me to bail on a goal if things aren't going well is great-remember, I've only barely whispered it. In 2012 I set out to renew my running and whispered a goal to run 1000 miles.  While I had a successful running/racing year I wasn't able to meet my goal-by a lot! (533 running miles total) When I realized I wouldn't reach the goal, I confess to a much more casual approach to my running.

One of my running partners had the same goal. As she approached the end of the year she was still a ways off from her goal. She's not a goal whisperer. I watched in admiration as she let her running community know about her goal and tackled her remaining miles with gusto! And as I watched this community encourage her/run with her/inspire her I realized we are meant to lift each other up and sometimes...I have to speak my goals.

This year I plan to run a marathon.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Going on


When our toddlers fell, we encouraged them with "up-i-do" or "you're ok"-never making a big fuss and simply encouraging them to get up and go on.

Two days ago the kids dad said to me- "I get knocked down, I get up again" in response to my rumblings about life.

My response was a weary-"I'm old and tired, not as tough as I used to be".


When our children fell, we brushed them off bandaged them up and let them know we were there, encouraging them to get up and go on.

Yesterday I fell off my bike. Completely my own fault and with 5 miles left in a 28 mile bike ride I was left with plenty of time to reflect on the fall. As I worked to finish the ride, I was struck with the reminder of how accurately that fall parallelled my life.

Often I find myself biting off more than I can chew, entering into something with grand intentions, or plain old making a "wrong-way" type of decision. Mid way through any of these situations comes the flood of realization that I will fall, and it will hurt. So then what?...lay there, ask for help, brush myself off and keep going-ignore the hurt?

Stubborn genes run strong in my family and I almost always take the brush myself off and keep going/ignore the hurt kind of route.


When our teens "fell" we reminded them "everyone falls-learn from it" and encouraged them to learn, grow and get up and go on.

Today I was told- "Everyone needs help sometimes".  Do I learn from my falls-or do I keep doing the same thing?

In learning, shouldn't I learn when to brush myself off and get up and when it's ok to ask for help?

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Yes, I'm Thankful

Everywhere I turned over the past month, people were thankful for something or another.  It irritated me!  Not that I'm not thankful or grateful for all the great moments in my life.  I am! I was just having a hard time wrapping my head around people thankful for say...their electric mixer or their flat iron or other such objects.  I even found frustation in others thankfulness for people in their life-groups of friends, family etc. Changing and rebuilding my life has not gone off with out a hitch or lost friend/family members here or there.  Feelings of being let down by others, unappreciated and often invisibility clouded my appreciation for others thankfulness.

This morning, the run club I co-founded sponsored a Run for Seconds 10K.
Bright and early
Get it done!

My eldest son joined me and even ran with me a little bit.  My dearest friend and co-founder of the run club and I were able to run a few steps together.  However, most of the 6.15 miles was spent alone on the trail.

My glasses fogged for the first 3 miles so the trail was blurry which changed my perspective   As I was running I was reminded of a post I wrote about turning around and changing your point of view.

As I ran back I was reminded of just how much I am:

THANKFUL for this community of runners. 
THANKFUL that at 45 I can still run-and run faster. 
THANKFUL that I have 4 awesome children, several who will join me when I run. 
THANKFUL for the friends who have and continue to be there for me. 
THANKFUL for my good friend who always helps me put my life in perspective. 
THANKFUL for the guy who saw something in me that I never would have-and encourages me to keep finding ME. 

THANKFUL I am a runner!

Monday, September 10, 2012

A run of remembering

Two days ago-LITERALLY- I lay in bed procrastinating and complaining it was too hot to drag my ass out of bed for a run.

Today-I lay in bed procrastinating and complaining it was cooler and cooler weather dries my throat out and make it harder for me to breath.

WHAT THE HELL! I have issues!

 I (perhaps like others) will often find ANY excuse to put off/procrastinate/avoid doing something that is challenging.

Not all my runs are challenging, but they all require the first step. Sometimes there is the accountability of meeting up with fellow runners; often it's just me and the trail; always there is the first step out the door.

In the end all the excuses in the world simply add up to excuses!

Then it dawned on me...often we face challenges in life that we weren't expecting and would certainly never choose.

Running is a "challenge" in life I've chosen-heading out the door to tackle that challenge boils down to my choice.  Today I chose to run as I remembered and celebrated those who have bravely faced challenges in life they never chose.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Running and raising MY Autism awareness

My son has an Autism spectrum disorder diagnosis.  He was older when we received his diagnosis. Little changed with an actual diagnosis.  He's the baby, the youngest, while not "exactly" babied-he's been watched out for and looked after by so many in his life including and especially his 3 older siblings.

Driving home the other day it was just my son and I. Normally quiet, I was startled when he burst out with some random crazy noise/movement. I said "Why do you do that?" His response: "Why do YOU do that-ask me why I do stuff all the time?" "You don't ask everyone else that!----stupid Autism!"

I have at times chosen words so carefully so that I don't hurt or upset him, often only to realize he didn't really care.  This time-a seemingly innocent comment-bothered him.

I realized (again) that while his diagnosis doesn't define my son, it is a part of him.

How does this relate to my running?

This year I participated in a local 8k race that raises funds for the local chapter of the Autism Society-supporting Autism awareness.

This year I will also participate in a 5k race sponsored by the local Autism Society in an effort to raise funds and awareness for Autism.

As a parent of a child on the Autism spectrum and living Autism daily-clearly I still benefit from Autism Awareness!!

There are races all over raising funds for all sorts of great causes.  If you are a runner, I challenge you-find a cause-pick a race and run!
Even better if it's for Autism Awareness!