Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year

It's the time of year for resolutions, new beginnings, fresh starts. It's the time of year we look back and appreciate what we've done or regret what we haven't. I feel no real regrets. It's been a good year. Not necessarily an easy year but a good one.

Since this is a running blog, I'd thought I'd leave you this year with an inspirational poem by Sam Skeist. I first saw this over at Runblogger a couple of weeks ago. I think it's so important to hear why other people started running and why they continue to run.

Sunday, December 19, 2010


I know everyone is probably tired of hearing me talk about White Rock and I will eventually stop. Eventually. But today is not that day so....

During my 10 mile run yesterday I had some time to think. And reflect over the race once again. I have done this SO many times I've lost count. But each time I remember something different. Like that around Mile 2 or 3 there was a car wreck in the middle of the course. Did anyone else see this? A car had plowed into a light pole and there were police everywhere. Or around Mile 4 on McKinney Ave at the water stop I heard a vaguely familiar voice say "Go Jessica." I looked up and saw Big Al Mac from the Kidd Kraddick Show. How could I have forgotten those things?

So yesterday I started thinking about Mile 19. About how I knew exactly where Jeff would be standing before I ever saw him. I knew this because we have stood in the exact same spot for the last 20 years watching for my Dad. Jeff, of course, was not around for all of them but he's been around long enough to know exactly where to go. And know that I would be expecting him there.

When I rounded that corner and saw him standing in precisely the spot I have stood so many times before, it was such a strange and big feeling. To be the one running. Not watching. BIG.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

One week post-op

It's been a week since the big 26.2 and I ran a mile today. One. Not much but it's a start. I have gone to a couple of classes at the gym, one the Tuesday after White Rock. While I silently cried out in pain during the class, I think it helped. I woke up Wednesday morning feeling great. And in no pain.

Wa Hooooooo! When's the next one?

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

It's a beautiful day

Check out this great race recap by my friend Dianna here. It will make you smile. :)

Monday, December 6, 2010

26.2 - Done and done

I’ve sat down to write this post several times today. I don’t really know where to start. I can’t seem to put into words what yesterday was like but I will try…

My alarm went off at 5:00am. I was already awake. I think I had been awake since 3:00. Our hotel room was right beside the elevators and I could hear them move up and down all night. Not that I would have slept anyway but still. I got dressed. Woke Jeff up. He got dressed. And we were off to meet everyone in the lobby. It was kind of a strange feeling. I knew I was about to do something big but it still seemed so far away. So unreal. I guess that’s good because I was extremely calm. No nerves. No anything really.

So we get to Fair Park. It’s freezing. I mean really freezing. We walk half a mile to the Start line and can hardly stand it. It is SO cold. I start to doubt my race day wear. I tend to be a minimalist when it comes to running. I don’t want layers. Or fuel belts. Or anything on me when I run. But there was NO WAY I would make it in the singlet and skirt I was wearing. NO WAY. So I decided to keep my favorite running jacket on and just toss it when I got to hot. Did I mention it was my favorite? Well it was and now it’s gone. Oh well.

At the start of the race each runner is placed in a corral according to their expected finish time. Dad, of course, was near the front so we said our goodbyes and good lucks and parted ways. I was way way way in the back. Way. When we finally made it back to my corral and it was time for Jeff to go, I kind of lost it. I don’t know why that particular moment was so hard but it was. He hugged me. Told me I would be great and how proud he was of me. All the while I was bawling like a baby. So I stood there alone in my corral crying. Not really alone considering I was surrounded by thousands of people but alone. Then it was 8:00 and the gun went off and we just stood there. We stood there for a while longer then we moved a few feet. Then we stood there some more. 50 minutes more to be exact. But then we were off! And I was good.

I felt great. The crowds were huge but not so huge that I was annoyed. The first couple of miles were incredibly slow because of it but that was probably for the better. Around the 3rd or 4th mile things opened up a bit and I was able to pace myself the way I needed too. Things were good. I felt good. This was my Team In Training event. I am telling you, there is NO other way to do it. When you have on that purple shirt with your name written in HUGE letters across the front, you will be cheered for from beginning to end. Every “GO TEAM” or “RUN JESSICA” I heard, I cried a little. I’m not even sure why. I think I was proud to be a part of something so great. And I think every time I heard my name out there, it solidified what I was doing. And why I was doing it.

My absolute favorite part of the race was seeing my family along the course – Jeff, Aunt D, and Kelly. I honestly don’t know how they did it but I saw them in 3 different places on the course and at the finish. Jeff was by himself. D and Kelly were together. That meant I had a personal cheering squad 6 times along the way. SIX TIMES. They have no idea how each of those sightings pushed me further along. Got me to the finish. I will be forever grateful.

Now on to the actual run…It’s all kind of a blur. What happened at what mile. But there are a few things I remember. I felt really great for the first 13 or so miles. The course was gorgeous. Great neighborhoods. Pretty surroundings. I was running the pace I wanted to run. Reading spectators’ signs along the way to pass time.






And then I hit White Rock Lake. The course around the lake isn’t hard. It’s just long. And boring. But then I saw my fabulous friend and TNT Coach Charlene! She was assigned to the lake (bummer for her) but YAY for me! She ran 14ish to 18ish with me and I’m pretty sure it saved me. I was moving slow by 18 but we talked, laughed, and generally kept my mind off what I was doing. She eventually had to turn around (I wasn’t the only TNT person out there? What?) and I was alone again. But I soon saw D and Kelly again! Oh happy day! OK, I was good for a little while longer. And then I saw Jeff! I made him run next to me while I cried and talked and I’m not sure what else. I knew that was the last time I would see him until the finish.

The last 7 were hard. Really hard. Mile 23 was the worst. My feet hurt and my legs didn’t want to go anymore. With every step. Every thought of wanting to stop, I repeated the words that one of TNT’s honored heroes, Frank, said at our inspirational dinner the night before. I actually wrote it down the moment he said it. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This amazing person was less than a year out of treatment - raising money, running races. Making a difference…

“There might be sometime when you want to walk and I know some people are bothered by that. About having to walk. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you never quit.”

What matters is that you never quit. Mile 24 went by. Then mile 25. And then I saw David and Meg and I stopped hurting. Seriously. Stopped hurting. I was so excited to see them, the pain was gone. I knew I had done it. I knew it was almost over. Meg literally ran me to the finish line. I am so grateful for both of them.

I have to say, it was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. But also one of the most gratifying. Nothing will ever compare to that moment. Crossing the finish line. I am very happy and very proud.

26.2 miles - Done.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Out of the funk

My latest copy of Runner's World came in the mail yesterday. RW is my running bible. I read it cover to cover the days it arrives. When I curled up in bed last night, I only made it to page 5. I realized I was second guessing everything I had done for the last 5 months. Normally I read it with excitement about changing or improving my training, but not last night. My training is done. There is nothing I can do at this point but run. No point in giving myself more anxiety about what I should have done.

But I didn't sleep well last night. Not sure what I dreamed but I did wake up with the need to run. Not long, just a couple of miles. Somehow in the middle of the night I realized why I've been in kind of a funk. Why my training has been so blah for the last couple of weeks - once I hit 20 miles I stopped trying as hard. Not on purpose. But subconsciously I think I realized that I could do it so it was no longer such a big deal. And now this last week I've been worried that my training wasn't enough. Sigh.

So I ran 2 easy miles. I listened to music. Got my head in a better place. Enjoyed myself. Got out of my funk. I don't know what will happen Sunday but I know I'll be OK with whatever it is.


Rules To Run By - Day 53

Running is always enjoyable. Sometimes, though, the joy doesn’t come until the end of the run.

This is my final "Rule." Sad that it's over but happy I ended with this one. It's kind of fitting considering in less than 2 days I will run my first marathon.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Setting Goals

It's less than 4 days until White Rock. I'm starting to get a bit nervous. It's a strange nervous though. I'm not really worried about the race or distance. I know I can finish. I'm actually more nervous about my expectations. I don't really even know what they are anymore. I just know that I usually set a goal for myself and I rarely meet that goal. Does this mean I'm setting my goals too high? Or not pushing myself enough? I don't think so. Or maybe. Who knows. I do know that I have to have some sort of goal in mind when I start. I can't go into it just hoping to do my best. That's not how I work. So I guess I'll do some soul searching these next couple of days and figure out what my goal needs to be.

Rules To Run By - Day 51

Preventing running injuries is easier than curing them.