"Don't let the fat chick beat you"?

I have been racing for about 5 years now. I am not a typical runner or even triathlete. I fight with serious medical conditions every step of the way, but each step makes me stronger. I have two boys both with special needs and I have learned to chalk that up to making me stronger as well.

It is with sad heart that I must report that lupus has won the battle this year, but trust me when I say the war is far from over! My racing days are not over by any stretch of the imagination. This is just a minor setback that will make me stronger.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

10 Years

Last night during my run, which I will get to later, I let my mind wonder (can get very interesting!). I started thinking about the last 10 years of my life. In the last 10 years the following has happened… Kiddo #2 was born, I realized I was in a bad marriage, decided I wanted to do a triathlon, lost a lot of weight, re-entered the military, got divorced, fell truly in love, went to a war zone, had my heart broken, got hurt, got medically discharged from the military, started smoking somewhere in that mix, got horribly out of shape, packed on way to many pounds, quit smoking, started training for triathlons, completed my first 5K, signed up for my first triathlon, signed up for first marathon because a friend was going to do it (but she never did), completed my first triathlon (and second and third all that summer), completed my first half marathon (and second that same year), did 5 marathons in a 12 month period, lost a bunch of weight somewhere in that time frame, put most of it back on (but differently), completed my first half ironman and the list goes on. Looking back over the past ten years, I realize #1 this cannot be done alone. All my successes (and failures) in racing I could not have even thought about attempting without my sister. If I want her at a race, she comes! There are 4 races she has not come to and that is only because I used them as training runs (ended up getting a trophy from them [3rd place Athena] but she did come to the awards dinner). As far as the military goes, my parents stepped up to help me with that (hey, I was a single mom to two little boys). The smoking, my boys helped me quit. The broken heart, friends helped me (and are still helping me) through that. By the time I finished my run I realized how lucky I have been. Yes, I have been through some VERY trying times, but all in all, I am very proud and happy with the way things are working out.
On to Training!
Yesterday was my ”easy” run, right? Yea, ok! Like I have said before Kiddo #2 has soccer practice in “hill country”, so I guess there really is no “easy” run in that area. I will say without a shadow of a doubt when I can actually run that entire way without stopping I will be so ecstatic! I run the first half mostly non-stop and feel great! The second half, well, that is a whole other story! This is the elevation of the entire run…

This is the elevation of hill #1 (I have made it all the up without stopping!)…

Hill #2 – I swear at this hill and have to stop and let my HR going down twice (better than last time, I thought I was going to die trying to walk up the stupid thing)…

I really wish I had put my blood sugar tester in my bad, but I was starting to crash and it would have been very helpful to know what my number was. Luckily I had OJ and Cliff Shots in the back of my truck. After a bottle of OJ and two cubes, I was ok (Kiddo #2 happily ate rest of the cubes after soccer!). I told my sister it must have been a great workout! It took all of about 10 minutes sitting in my truck after my workout for this to start happening!
Oh yea! And my stupid Nike+ sensor must think it is funny! This is the second Monday in a row that is decided it didn’t want to recognize my shoe sensor so it didn’t track my run. >( Thank goodness I had my Garmin with me!

Monday – 4.11 + Strength
Tuesday –
Wednesday –
Thursday –
Friday –
Saturday –
Sunday –
Week total: 4.11
April Total (since starting this blog) 21.23
Things on the don’t do list
Lunges (hurts right knee)
Sidewalking (hurts right knee)
Kick the soccer ball (hurts left foot)

1 comment:

  1. Not one word about me!? I'm highly disappointed and saddened that you think I've not helped some. Who else made you spank yourself during a marathon? LOL!