Your Word is "Hope"
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You see life as an opportunity for learning, growth, and bringing out the best in others.
No matter how bad things get, you always have at least a glimmer of optimism.
You are accepting and forgiving. You encourage those who have wronged you to turn over a new leaf.
And while there is a lot of ugliness in the world, you believe that almost no one is beyond redemption.
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This was a lovely little test that I got from Chad. I think it is quite apropos to my circumstance.
You know, if I can get over myself, I can actually have a nice time in Phoenix next week. If I am stuck on worrying about myself and my performance and my pride and ego, I am certain to have a miserable time. This sounds like it would be an easy choice, and I guess the choice is easy, but the carrying it out is the tricky part.
I started running when I was 28 years old and had a 3 year old son and 1 year old twin girls. I really HAD to run to get out of the house. I got a neighbor to babysit for me each morning and I went out for my run. I would spend the entire morning in my sweats because I loved my little color coordinated outfit so much. I had a pair of grey sweat pants (yes, really), a blue leotard - for control - there was no such thing as a sports bra, so I wore the leotard over a normal bra. I had a grey and maroon sweat shirt - I thought it was super cute - but it WAS the 70's. I had a pair of gray and maroon Brooks shoes. I wore those things until they wore out.
When I was 30 years old, I got very sick. No one could figure out what was wrong with me. At that time, I was running 5 miles each morning. I loved running. I think I was still wearing the same shoes and sweats... but I was running. I went to doctors and they sent me home with painkillers. I knew I was dying. After 2 days, my husband dragged me out of bed and to the hospital. They cut me open from just above my navel to just above my pelvis - they didn't know what else to do- there were no such things as CT scans and MRIs back then. They discovered that I had a ruptured appendix. The doc told me I would have died within an hour if they hadn't opened me up... when he found out I was a runner, he told me that was probably the only thing that kept me from dying.
But I stopped running while I was recovering and didn't start back up for quite a while. After we moved to Denver and got divorced, I started running again. I was in my mid-thirties. I ran my first race in 1987. I was 35 years old. It was the Bolder Boulder 10K. It is a huge race. It was fun. I had to go to the bathroom during the race, and had to wait in line for quite a while. Imagine my surprise to see that my monthly visitor (sorry to be so cutesy, but I don't want to be too graphic) had decided to come during the race - totally unexpected, and I had on tiny little pink running shorts. oh dear. I made good use of toilet paper and finished my first race.
I participated in races for a while. Never anything more than a 10K.
As I approached my 40s, I decided I really needed to quit smoking! So I did. And gained weight. I kept that weight on for a good while. All of my 40s. When I was approaching 50, I didn't want to face my 50th birthday as a fat lady, so I joined Weight Watchers (again) and lost 30 lbs. I have, for the most part, kept that weight off for nearly 8 years now. Right now I have 8 lbs of it back, and it has GOT to go - ASAP!
In 2003, I had a heartbreaking end of an engagement. I thought I was going to die. So I went out and ran. I had to walk up a nearby hill, and run down... for 5 minutes. That was all I could do - 5 minutes, downhill. After a while it became 10 minutes, and then I knew I could do a mile, and then a mile and a half, etc. The most I ran was 3.1 miles until 2006... but I digress.
I decided I should do a triathlon in 2004 and I loved it! I have done one every year since. But running was my worst sport in the tri. I LOVE biking the best, and I really enjoy swimming.
On New Years Day 2007, I was talking with a friend who also did the Tri's with me. We decided we would run a half marathon in 2007. I started training right away. She decided not to do it. I had a Nike + iPod which I calibrated using a treadmill (which much later I learned is not a good idea). Well, I started running long distances because Lance Armstrong would tell me I was doing great at the end of a run! I found I could run 10 miles, then 11, then 13! I thought I was invincible! I thought I was running an 11 minute mile.
Months later I bought a Garmin. And discovered that I was running a 14 minute mile and that my distances on the Nike + were inflated by about 20%. I was a couple weeks out from my first half-marathon and discovered that everything I thought was the truth wasn't. So, I made an attitude adjustment and went to that half marathon to have fun. And I did. I had the best time. Every single picture of me at that race, I have a big smile on my face. I just had a great time.
I did another half in October of 2007 and took 5 minutes off my time. I enjoyed that one too.
In April 2008, I decided on a Friday to do a half marathon on that Sunday. I was ready because I was training for a full marathon. I had the experience of coming in last in a race. It is not really an experience I would highly recommend. It left me with some fears about doing that again. Ironically, it was my best time ever for a half-mary.
In June, I ran the Mayor's Marathon in Anchorage, Alaska. It was a great experience. My worst time so far for 13.1 miles. I needed to walk about half of it. It was fabulous to have that experience though.
So, now.... I am a week away from the P.F. Chang's in Phoenix. My training has been side-tracked by injuries and laziness. I am sick of running. I want to do something else on my weekends other than my "long run" which consumes a whole day. I started out good in the fall, but as the length of the runs increased, I really lost my motivation.
I have Piriformis Syndrome which causes sciatica. It is quite painful. When I run, I feel like there is ground glass in my left hip socket. It is not pleasant. My back is very painful too.
I sketched out a training plan here in late November or early December. I have kept to my plans for the long runs. But I have probably averaged 1 day of running during the week. I just have not trained.
I HATE HATE HATE to not follow through and not make good on something I committed to do. I will go to the race and I will do the best I can, but I will know that I could have done better if I had had the discipline that it takes to train for a race.
Sorry to keep whining about this. I wrote all this to try to work through this process. If you have read all of it - thanks. And thanks always for the wonderful words of encouragement you share. You guys and gals truly inspire me.