Wednesday, April 11

One Step at the time...

I've been watching my sons attempt to take their first steps. They'll stand up while holding on to something, and once their little legs are strong enough, they let go, and try to take a step. It usually doesn't last very long before they fall. But they get right back up, and try again. Eventually they'll have it mastered and they'll be walking.

I guess I'm in that stage with my marathon training. I need to keep on trying, no matter if I fall, no matter if I feel I'm walking/running too slow. How will I ever make it to the finish line if I expect to go from zero to 26.2 miles without going thru it step by step?

I didn't do my part Monday. Parenting books I've been reading (to figure out why my sons wake up at night crying) told me it's probably separation anxiety caused by the fact I work. yeah, makes one feel really good. So I stayed home and played with the kids. (by the way, they slept all night last night, proving their theory wrong.)

I did 25 min yesterday. I ran for 1 min, walked for 1 min. It was HARD, I'm so glad the course in Chicago is flat because the hills around my house were killing me (think Belhaven, there are 2 just around my house). But I made it, got a good workout and then took a COLD shower. Brrr! But I'm not as sore as one would expect.

So next time I feel I'm not going fast enough, I need to look at my kids and watch them learn to walk. They don't give up. They keep on trying, helping each other out. No matter how many times they fall, they will eventually succeed.

And so will we. Keep on running!

Monday, April 9

The man behind this marathoner

I am dedicating this blog entry to my husband (even though he seldoms gets online or reads this blog). I could not possibly dream of attempting this feat if it wasn't for him.

I met Claude in the fall of '98 at the gym where we both worked out. Our first date was October 19, and we have been inseparable ever since. We got married on May 20, 2000, and we have been blessed with 3 beautiful kids. Never in a million years we had ever dreamed our lives would turn out this way.

You could say we are the perfect example of opposites attracting. But once you get passed the obvious differences (race, culture, religion) we actually agree on the things that are most important to us, our kids, and our families.

I'm so blessed to have met him and that he chose me to share his life with. I could not do this marathon without him. As much as my independent self would like to deny it, I couldn't raise these kids without him. He is a wonderful father and the kids adore him. He is the best partner, friend, supporter I could have ever dreamed of.

Mind you, we disagree (and who doesn't) and we have a typical marriage (where I complain bc the dishwasher hasn't been loaded, and the dirty clothes didn't quite make it to the hamper); but when I've need his support, he has always been there, without judgement, just ready to catch me if I fall.

I'm sure many of us have a someone behind us, supporting us, and believing in us. whether it's a spouse, a friend, family, whomever, isn't it great to have someone who believes you can do this, even when you are doubtful?

ok, now on to more trivial stuff. Saturday was great. No more knee pain! I'm really excited about the 10K in Raymond, specially after Mark mentioned the Civil War reenactment. Before I got pregnant with the twins, I read a book about the Civil War "Battle Cry of Freedom" by James McPherson and I find anything related to the civil war most intriguing.

no XT for me yesterday, I had to pick my sister up at the airport in New Orleans. She was coming back from visiting our family in Panama. I'm hoping I can get all 50 minutes today.

I wish I could do the race from the sun but husband has a birthday on Sunday, and we are going out to dinner Saturday as his birthday present. Last year, I was in the hospital on his birthday, dealing with preterm labor. those stubborn boys were trying to be born way too early!

Friday, April 6

Back in the game!

Hi everyone, made it back from Cincinnati last night. What a trip!

We left Monday for a class. I dropped my kids off at daycare/school on my way to the airport. I got to the security checkpoint and gave the officer my license. He looked at me with a serious look on his face, and proceeds to tell me my license is expired. I thought he was joking, but no, it was no joke. My license has been expired since January 22, my birthday!!! I had no picture ID with me, I didn't think to bring my passport with me. So he let me thru but they searched me and my carryon inside out.

Made it to Cincinnati without knowing Monday was the opening game for the Cincinnati Reds. So the city was packed with fans. The class we were attending was really informative. It was 85 degrees the day we arrived, and we had light snow flurries yesterday when we got the airport. We had jackets but were not prepared for the cold! BRRR.

I did 50 min on the treadmill on Monday at the hotel. My knee was feeling funny Tuesday, so I iced it, and rested the rest of the week. No more pain, so I guess I'm back in the game!

I'm looking forward to seeing everyone tomorrow.