12 Miles Down!!

The 12 wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be. The weather sucked the worst. So here's my course map so far... compare it with the one from a few posts below:

My fears were mostly unfounded. Other than getting totally lost, I put on a book-on-tape on the iPod and just cruised around for 2 hours and 20 minutes. I stopped once to shed a layer of clothes and drink a little water, but other than that it was a slow jog to just get the miles done. Like Stephan said in an email last night: Step, Step, repeat.

I'm celebrating with a sleeve of Thin Mints and a Bacardi on the rocks. It's nice to burn 1,400 calories in a day and not worry about splurging at night.

Not Freaking Out

Ok, yes I am.

There are 64 days until the marathon. I have less than 12 hours until I have to run a 12 mile run. I have to run it by myself. I ate a plate full of pasta, about 1/2 gallon of water, and I'm snacking on crackers and bananas tonight. There are some serious butterflies going on right now. But it's time for bed. So... here goes nothing!!

Feeling like a puppy every day...

So... you just really need to check this out. It kinda makes what I'm doing seem just like another day.

Seriously, click on this.

Just Sayin'

This is a picture of the course map:

This is the first 9 miles - or - this is how far my longest run to date would get me (the scale of the two maps is not quite equal)...

Overheard: Getting ready to run

Him: So... there are two songs on the radio that use the word F@#$, and I don't like it.

Me: Eh?

Him: Not in an old-person way, but I thought music was supposed to be creative?

Me: Uh huh.

Him: Like saying it without saying it, you know?

Me: Uh huh.

Him: I'm going to end up snotting all over myself during this run. I can just tell.

Dear me,

What have you done for me lately?
Love,
Me


Training Week 6

today's temp = 40F
today's run = 7 miles
last week's miles = 13
this week's miles = 18.1
next week's miles = 22

This week's thought: Pride

Not in the biblical, 7-Deadly-Sins, way. But in the, if someone asked me when was the last thing I did that I was proud of I'd answer, "I ran 9 miles last Saturday" or "I ran a 5k in 31 minutes yesterday" way. I think I posted to Facebook a few weeks ago that I continually surprise myself with my own strength. I love that. I'm so happy that I'm the type of person who sees something I want to change- either about myself or the world- and I go out and make it happen.

Get cancer? Reduce my risk in every way possible.
Depressed? See a counsellor and work my butt off to get better.
Bad relationship? Try to fix it, fail, then end it.
Want to change the world? The trip to Honduras was a start.
Need to lose weight? 25lbs down and still losing.
Healthy family? Out of debt? Better job? Check. Check. Check.

The one thing I know I can't do is change anyone else. I can be a good example, but I can't convince anyone else to jump on the 'get better' bandwagon with me. If you're reading this and feel somehow inspired and just can't seem to find the motivation to change that one thing you've always wanted to change... just know that I'm going to run today. And if I'm not running today, then I ran yesterday and I'm going to run tomorrow. You won't be alone- I'm doing it too.