My first blog post...and its on running! Five year old me never saw this in my future. Well, I guess I'll start with who I am and why I'm writing this blog and then go from there!
A little bit about me...I'm a 28 year old small business owner that loves crafts, runs in costume, is overweight, out of shape(round is a shape right?), hypoglycemic and has a small heart problem and a good amount of lung damage from an illness as a teen. Oh, and had a shoulder decompaction surgery. (Go ahead and Google that but don't say I didn't warn you!)
So that's me. And here is the event that made me want to reach out to other runners. (I'm the one in the light blue)
Being at the back of the pack that day was a blessing in disguise.
I've been thinking of writing this since the Avengers half marathon. That was a struggle of a race for me. If it weren't for my amazing boyfriend I probably would have gotten swept. He kept me moving even when the dust was too thick to see where we were going. The wind had decided to crash our half marathon! Tables, trash cans, traffic cones, tumble weeds, folding baracades and almost all the mile markers blew down or in some cases hit people. (The police and runDisney staff did an amazing job trying to keep us safe though)
Towards the end of the half I was almost swept since I was walking due to the dust in my lungs (pneumonia set in later) I had sent my boyfriend ahead a few miles before the last sweep point so he wouldn't get swept in his very first race. (He wasn't happy that I was sending him on but he eventually went like I asked) And now I was neck and neck with the pacer and trying not to cry. Luckily I didn't get swept at mile 10 because about mile 11 I saw Cambrey limping along just like I had done at a previous race. And for the next 2.1 miles I got to talk with an amazing woman who I am now lucky to call friend.
The Avengers half marathon medal is the one I am the most proud of.
My clock time was not the greatest that day but the time I had on the course was amazing. Not every run is about speed.
So here is why you are reading this...I want to help the runners that are at the back of the pack like me. I'm not the fastest, I'm not the most fit and I don't have all the answers but I think that together we can help each other out. I'm going to post what I try and how it does or does not help me. I'm going to post things to help you keep moving when you think you can't because I know you can and deep down you know you can too. I've been the one limping over the finish(broke my foot at mile 8.5) and I've been the one that's panicked that the race pacer is right next to them. (Seriously, you should have heard the words in my head at that moment. Not pretty.)
Together we can do this.
Why am I telling you all of this? To give you a glimpse of the possibility I saw when we help each other keep moving forward.
This is me trying to keep that going. If I can help even one person cross the finish line this will all be well worth it.
A little bit about me...I'm a 28 year old small business owner that loves crafts, runs in costume, is overweight, out of shape(round is a shape right?), hypoglycemic and has a small heart problem and a good amount of lung damage from an illness as a teen. Oh, and had a shoulder decompaction surgery. (Go ahead and Google that but don't say I didn't warn you!)
So that's me. And here is the event that made me want to reach out to other runners. (I'm the one in the light blue)
I've been thinking of writing this since the Avengers half marathon. That was a struggle of a race for me. If it weren't for my amazing boyfriend I probably would have gotten swept. He kept me moving even when the dust was too thick to see where we were going. The wind had decided to crash our half marathon! Tables, trash cans, traffic cones, tumble weeds, folding baracades and almost all the mile markers blew down or in some cases hit people. (The police and runDisney staff did an amazing job trying to keep us safe though)
Towards the end of the half I was almost swept since I was walking due to the dust in my lungs (pneumonia set in later) I had sent my boyfriend ahead a few miles before the last sweep point so he wouldn't get swept in his very first race. (He wasn't happy that I was sending him on but he eventually went like I asked) And now I was neck and neck with the pacer and trying not to cry. Luckily I didn't get swept at mile 10 because about mile 11 I saw Cambrey limping along just like I had done at a previous race. And for the next 2.1 miles I got to talk with an amazing woman who I am now lucky to call friend.
The Avengers half marathon medal is the one I am the most proud of.
My clock time was not the greatest that day but the time I had on the course was amazing. Not every run is about speed.
So here is why you are reading this...I want to help the runners that are at the back of the pack like me. I'm not the fastest, I'm not the most fit and I don't have all the answers but I think that together we can help each other out. I'm going to post what I try and how it does or does not help me. I'm going to post things to help you keep moving when you think you can't because I know you can and deep down you know you can too. I've been the one limping over the finish(broke my foot at mile 8.5) and I've been the one that's panicked that the race pacer is right next to them. (Seriously, you should have heard the words in my head at that moment. Not pretty.)
Together we can do this.
Why am I telling you all of this? To give you a glimpse of the possibility I saw when we help each other keep moving forward.
This is me trying to keep that going. If I can help even one person cross the finish line this will all be well worth it.
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