Here we are...We did it! Damon and I ran Pat's Run together. We ran 4.2 miles in 47 minutes and 15 seconds. (Well, Damon ran it in 14 seconds and I finished in 16 seconds but who's keeping track :)


This was a really fun race, especially because I haven't ran a race in two years when I was prego with Lucy and I pretty much walked it AND up until recently Damon said he would never run with me. I was so proud of him for running the entire race.


This was a really fun race, especially because I haven't ran a race in two years when I was prego with Lucy and I pretty much walked it AND up until recently Damon said he would never run with me. I was so proud of him for running the entire race.
I finally feel like I am back on track. Four years ago in June I started running and ran my first half marathon in September. I have never been into sports or exercising, so to go from nothing to training for and running a half marathon in just two months was huge for me. I felt awesome about myself. After the half marathon in September I did a triathlon in November and then another half marathon in January. I planned a 10 mile for December but got pregnant in October and had to give up training, running just took everything out of me. Since then I have been struggling to get back into running.
The night before Pat's Run I took my kids to stay with my sister Rebecca and had a long drive home by myself. I started thinking about my "running career" and why I just couldn't get back into it. I had a break through and realized I had some major fears I had been suppressing. My first fear is that I will hurt my knees. I have always had knee problems. My knees were fine during my first half marathon but I was in major pain during my second. Every time I run since then my knees have hurt after only a few miles.
My second fear is more emotional. Only days before my second half marathon my brother passed away. I ran my second half marathon on the day of his viewing. That was horribly emotional. Shortly after Damon and I took a triathlon training class. We had also signed up for two triathlons. We were only weeks away from the first when we found out Damon's brother, Geoff, had cancer. We cancelled the triathlons and exercise kind of went out the window. Damon spent so much time with Geoff and worrying about him that exercise for him was impossible. I still tried to keep up running and then got pregnant and had to stop. So running for me has become a very emotional thing. I think about my brothers and I wonder what is going to happen next. Why should I really work hard when I'm just going to have to stop again? I finally feel like I have recognized my fears and can now work through them.
Having said that...
During Pat's Run we could hear sirens and wondered what was going on. Soon we passed a clump of people surrounding a man on the ground. He was being given CPR. Damon and I got separated in the chaos. I passed the man first and instantly broke into tears. I turned to find Damon, he saw my face and grabbed my hand and held me tight. What's going to happen next I always wonder. We later found out that man died.
Running. Exercise. Living. is hard. But what's worth doing that isn't hard?
Running. Exercise. Living. is hard. But what's worth doing that isn't hard?



