"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing.

You have to make the mind run the body.

Never let thebody tell the mind what to do. The body will always giveup.

It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired."

A First Time For Everything

You could say that running and I have a love hate type of relationship. I love a good challenge, just like I love a good run. It's how I sort things out. It's how I maintain self-esteem. It's my therapy. There is no denying how great it feels when a goal is set, achieved, and celebrated.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

INSTALLMENT #1-postpartum race day

I haven't got around to posting much, due to postpartum race. Yes, I feel like I just had a baby. Not physically(amazingly), but mentally. It seems that having a baby is the only thing I can compare it to. I will cry at the drop of a hat if I even start thinking about the training, the race, and the knowledge I have gained. So I will post my experience in installments, there is simply too much I feel to lay it all out in one post, and it would take forever. So please be patient with me as I am processing all of this. It may sound silly that I have such high emotions, but I really have put my whole heart and soul into this for the last 3 months. I am feeling better today. I was itching to get out and run this morning. I did 3 miles, it was so therapeutic. It was exactly what my heart and my mind needed. My run was definitely was what got me through the rest of my day. For now, enjoy this tiny little pic. I copied it off of the site that took photos at the race. So unless I buy it(which I plan on doing), it remains small so as not to be duplicated. I would post some of my own pics, but I have none of me running the race. For some odd reason my photographer(Steve) thought I was dressed in red, not white. Can't imagine why. He watched me get dressed, spent the morning with me, and even hugged me and bid me farewell before the race. He didn't even see me finish. He was looking for his Lady in Red(not to be found). In fact, I didn't even see him for a good 20 minutes after finishing. I had to borrow a cell phone and call him. He asked where I was. I told him I had finished long ago. It was oh so lonely. Ok, I have to stop writing now, I am holding back my tears. See, still to soon for me to write. I will leave you with my official time which was 2 hours 2 minutes 10 seconds.

4 comments:

  1. I've been anticipating reading about the marathon. It sounds like it was a really life-altering experience for you.

    It's kind of funny and sad at the same time that Steve thought you were wearing red. Poor guy! I bet he was sad to hear you were done already.

    I love that picture. Small as it is, I can see the determination and focus on your face. Nice work! I'm excited to hear more about it in the installments to come. :)

    ash

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  2. I am itching to know how it went. You should feel proud of yourself for such a big accomplishment. You are awesome!

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  3. You are awesome! Congrats on doing so well:))))

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