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What an awesome day! Today was the Virginia Is For Lovers 14k and Sweetheart 6k in Virginia Beach. My first race of the year, and more importantly, my first race back since my injury in the Rock n Roll Half Marathon 5 months ago. I wasn’t expecting to do that great, since I haven’t been training very much. I’ve been sick off and on quite a bit here lately and, honestly, I think in the back of my mind, I was a little afraid to get back out there. Afraid to get injured again. But I did end up getting back out there, training a little bit recently, but not doing much running. So today, I expected to average about a 17 minute mile, if I was lucky.
Well, I ended up finishing at 54:44, with an average pace of 14:43 and I could not be happier. This is coming off an injury and not doing very much training. And I really didn’t push myself too hard because I didn’t want to injure myself again, especially with the Shamrock Half Marathon coming up next month.
And I can certainly say, getting back into a race, and just being around all the people and getting that feeling of accomplishment back that you get from crossing a finish line and completing a race…I have found my happy place again. That fire is back. Something inside me just went off today. And it made me realize, this is where my passion is.
No, I’m certainly not in the best shape. I have a long way to go. Last year I was on the road to getting into shape, getting where I should be, and then my injury happened. I need to fully dedicate myself to that again. And more so than I did last year. I need to work on injury prevention. I need to REALLY work on nutrition, because that’s something that I have an issue with and that’s why the weight is not coming off like it should. I don’t eat a ton of food, but I don’t eat proper meals. I skip meals sometimes, and then sometimes I eat late at night. I have taken up drinking Pepsi’s again and I need to cut it out. They are so bad for you.
I talked to 2 friends today after the race today that are runners, and when I say runners, I mean, GREAT runners. These guys know what they’re talking about. Got some advice from them, and I’m really going to take it to heart. I’m going to do some research, and really start planning out my meals and my workouts and just work hard to get the body I want to have and become a better runner.
I may never win a race, especially if Ryan is running it, too! But who knows if I really work hard and get in good shape what I might be able to do. My goal is to complete a marathon. I may never qualify for the Boston Marathon, but I’d be thrilled if I did! And yes, I would definitely go! I don’t think I should sell myself short on anything. I think at this point, anything is possible. I never thought I could complete a half marathon and I did that. So, we’ll see what happens.
I just know this is where my heart is. But I need to make sure my body is prepared. So, lots of changes are to be made for me. Let’s just hope I can stick with them!
So, I accomplished a goal. I completed my first half marathon. And I did great. And I’ve been doing great lately. But sometimes things don’t always stay on the upside…
After the Rock n Roll Half Marathon, my feet were bothering me a bit. Especially my left foot. Of course, I just ran/walked 13.1 miles. They were bound to be a bit uncomfortable.
Now fast forward to Thursday, when I was contemplating going to the emergency room because my left foot hurt so bad when I walked. Called my podiatrist, they got me in first thing Friday morning.
Turns out I have a stress fracture in 2 places on my left foot. I’m in a walking boot for at least 3 weeks, possibly longer. I have to stay off my feet, sleep with my foot elevated, and who knows when I’ll be able to return back to running. I left the office in tears.
Needless to say, I did not run the Bay Days 8k on Sunday. And I won’t be running the Komen Race for the Cure next month.
I’m supposed to be training for my half marathon that’s in March. Luckily, I will have enough time to heal. But what to do until then? How to keep the weight off? In fact, how to lose the weight? I’ve already gained 2 lbs from last week’s inactivity and not being careful enough about what I was eating.
Everyone tells me to be patient. In fact, I’ve been told “welcome to the sport of patience”. Well, that’s fine. I can learn to be patient.
I can also be quite determined. I’m not a quitter. I’m not ready to sit back for 3 weeks or longer and do nothing. Let my training plan fall away. Gain back the weight that I’ve lost. Go back to square one. I’ve allowed myself to be upset for a few days. Fine. I’ve done my 3 days of depression. Now it’s time to get active, take charge of this issue, and find alternatives to running and walking for my training plan.
At the moment, I have no access to a pool. So swimming is out. I can’t afford to reinstate my gym membership. If I could, that would have been the first thing I would have done. I would have access to a pool and a stationary bike. But the funds aren’t there. And no, I cannot ask family members for help. So, I have to find another way.
I have posted on Facebook, reaching out to friends and family asking everyone if they have a bike I can borrow for the next few weeks. So far, no one does. I have posted on Freecycle looking for a bike. So far, nothing. I’ve posted on different communities asking if anyone knows of different workouts I could do. So far, just people who sympathize with me, wish me luck and a speedy recovery. But I’m determined.
I will not sit around doing nothing. I will figure out a way to keep working out, keep training and keep losing the weight. I won’t stop reading up on running just because it’s not something I’m doing anymore. I won’t let it get me down and depress me. I’ll use this time to do research. I’ll start focusing more on nutrition and what I put into my body.
But I definitely need support from my friends and family. Please, if anyone can think of anything to help, let me know.
I’m a few days late but yes, I finished the Rock n Roll Half Marathon in Virginia Beach on Sunday!! My first half marathon! I still can’t believe it! I actually finished a half marathon. 13.1 miles! Amazing!
My finishing time was 3:34:26, with an average pace of 16:22. And that was WITH the long bathroom break (there was a super long line). I had expected to finish closer to 4 hours so I’m really happy with that time. Especially for it being my first half marathon. The first mile was about a 14 min mile. So without that bathroom break, I could have finished sooner!
The race started off great because I got to see my daughter Alana and her teammate with Team Hoyt, Ryan take off. That just made my day! Then during the race, I received a notification on my phone from Facebook from my friend Wendy who had posted on my page “you’re amazing in every way possible and don’t ever forget that. Love you!” and that just brought tears to my eyes and made me even more motivated to continue on. I swear, the amount of love and support I have gotten from people on Facebook and Livejournal and on my blog is wonderful.
I’m just so happy and so proud of myself. This was a huge goal and I accomplished it. And before I turned 30! I just feel amazing! Crossing that finish line was an incredible feeling I will never forget. I almost feel like I can do anything. It has made me feel so much better about myself. I am feeling positive and ready to take on the world!
I’ve gone from my first race to a half marathon in 9 months. And I started out at 220 lbs. I’m now 178. I still have a long way to go with my weight AND my running and life in general, but for a person who started the year out at getting sore just walking a mile to walking and running a half marathon and losing weight, that’s pretty awesome. I’m very proud of what I’ve accomplished.
To anyone who reads this and is surrounded by people who are negative and tell you you can’t do something, don’t listen to them. And don’t ever tell yourself that you can’t. You can change your life, you can make a goal and accomplish it. Whether it’s a small goal or a big goal, you can do whatever you set your mind to do. If the people around you are negative, surround yourself with different people. Or be your own support system.
I have an 8k this weekend in Downtown Hampton. My feet are still pretty sore, so we’ll see how I do with that. And after the 8k, it’s back to kicking butt on the Shamrock training!
So, tomorrow is the big day! Rock n Roll Half Marathon in Virginia Beach! My first half marathon. I went to the expo yesterday and upgraded and got all my stuff so no turning back now! It’s gonna happen!
I still can’t believe I’m going this. It’s so crazy! But also amazing. In less than a year, I’ve gone from my first race to a half marathon. Just thinking about it blows my mind.
I have to give a big thanks to my best friend Shane. She started the adventure with me. She’s been by my side the whole time. She was in the first race with me, the Shamrock 8k. She came to my 2nd race to support me. She was with me in my 3rd race. And now we are also doing this 4th race together. And our 5th race, next weekend we’ll be doing together, too.
I have changed a lot this year. I’ve come a long way. And while I still have a long way to go with running, weight loss, and life, I’m very proud of myself for what I’ve done so far. I’m grateful for the impact running has had on my life.
Tomorrow my daughter Alana will also participate in the half marathon. She’ll be riding along in a wheelchair, being pushed by her Team Hoyt teammate Ryan Carroll. He was her teammate last year, too, and I cannot thank him enough for giving my little girl the opportunity to participate in this event.
My only goal is to finish, but I really hope tomorrow goes well. This is a huge challenge for me. I can’t wait to cross that finish line! Good luck to all participants!
I now have 3 more days until my first half marathon!
Yesterday it hit me all at once, and I suddenly became really nervous. These weren’t the usual pre-race nerves. These were “FIRST HALF MARATHON…YES, THAT MEANS 13.1 MILES!!” nerves. I was shaky, my stomach was in knots. I just felt awful.
I managed to calm myself down, though. I’m back to being excited again.
I just want to not worry, not freak out. I want to relax and enjoy the experience of my first half marathon. There’s nothing to freak out over. Nothing to be nervous about. I’m not going for a time goal. My goal is to finish in the 4 hour time limit. And I could do that just walking. Which I’ll be doing more than walking some of the time.
I’m not racing against anyone. I’m not even racing against myself. This is my first half marathon. I have no time to beat. I just want to prove to myself that I can do it.
And I’ve had so many words of encouragement and really awesome things from people. I know I have the love and support of people behind me, and with that, I know I can do this. I have nothing to worry about. I’ve had people tell me that because of what I’m doing, I’ve inspired them to become more active and start running. That’s amazing to me. I’m inspiring other people. And that inspires and motivates me to continue to do this and push myself and go farther.
People may not realize it or even believe it, but running and completing these races has been a life changing experience for me. And it’s not even done yet. I honestly believe finishing this half marathon will change something in me.
I only wish my mom was alive and well to experience all this with me. She would be my biggest supporter, my biggest cheerleader. I know that she would, without a doubt, be at every race, cheering me on without me even asking her to. She would listen to me talk endlessly about it. She would be just as excited about things as I am. She would calm me down when I’m nervous. And she would always, always let me know how proud of me she was. I know I could count on her for that. But that’s how my mom was or would have been. Maybe dads just aren’t like that. I don’t know. Or maybe it’s just mine. I just know I miss my mom right now more than ever.
But I’m almost 30. Old enough to be proud of myself. To be my own cheerleader. To be my own biggest supporter. To calm myself down. And I write in my journal endlessly about these things.
3 more days. And I’ll be a half marathon momma!
Yes, this is a shocking announcement, even to myself.
At the expo for the Rock N Roll Half Marathon, I will be upgrading to the Half Marathon. So instead of doing 3.1 miles in 2 weeks, I’ll be doing 13.1.
Am I crazy? Probably.
See, here’s the thing. Shaine and I were planning on doing the 2 person relay for the half marathon. She would do the 7.9 miles and I would finish and do the 5.2. Well, turns out, they don’t allow half marathon registrations to be transferred to relay. So…something in the back of my mind dared me to do it. I don’t know, maybe I just got a little brave. Maybe I was just feeling really good and motivated at the time. Still am. So, apparently my first half marathon will be a lot sooner than the Shamrock. My first half marathon will be before I turn 30. Which was a thought that occurred to me after I decided to do it.
We’re going on a long run today so we’ll see how that goes. Somehow I feel like I’m ready for this. Like it’ll be okay. Like I’m up for the challenge. Or maybe that I just need this challenge. Whatever it is, I hope I have everyone’s support. I hope at least someone will be there for me cheering me on.
Yesterday was the Coast Guard Day 5k in Yorktown, VA. It was my third race, my second 5k. The morning was actually kind of warm. My other two races were in cooler weather so not really used to running a race in the heat. And did it show!
I had a hard time in the beginning. That’s what really got me. And I was definitely upset with myself. I was probably the only person out there actually fussing at myself. I’m sure I looked ridiculous. My best friend Shaine just kept right with me, though, most of the way, even though she could have gone on and gotten a better time. She kept pushing me, telling me I could do it. I just don’t know what was wrong with me.
I know I was upset for two reasons, because of two certain people, which I will not name. People that aren’t supportive of this, of me, and really upset me the night before and the morning of.
But I ended up pushing through during the last half of the race and finishing 48:57. I could have done better. In fact, my last 5k time was 44:55. BUT I finished. And I wasn’t the last one to finish. Based on the practice runs…err, walks…the weeks before, I would have thought it’d have taken me an hour to finish. But I did better than I thought I would. I finished. Which should be all that matters, really. I didn’t quit. I didn’t give up, even though we did pass by the car and I so wanted to just go sit in the car and blast the a/c. But I kept going.
I have to give a big thank you Shaine for pushing me to keep going and compromising her own time just to do it. She’s an awesome friend and running partner. And a thanks goes out to a woman named Jennifer who we met along the way, who I talked with, who also motivated me.
That’s one thing about the running community. Everyone is so supportive of each other, so helpful, so understanding. Whether they’re a 6 minute miler or a 20 minute miler, everyone there encourages everyone else, no passing judgement, no making anyone feel bad for getting a slower time. It’s all pats on the back and “good job” no matter your size, no matter your speed. Whether you walk or run, everyone is on your side. And that’s what I love.
I can’t say that I don’t hope to do better in my next race. I’ll definitely try to prepare a little more. Be a little more relaxed and not worry so much about it the night before. I get so worked up and my nerves go crazy, I think that’s part of the problem. Like I’ve said before, I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I still can’t believe I’M out there, ME, running in a race. A year ago, if you would have told me I’d be on my 3rd race and training for a half marathon, I’d have told you you were out of your mind! But it’s happening. So, I better get used to it. And the people in my life better get used to it. Because there’s a lot more to come from me. This is just the beginning.