52 Beginnings

Museum of Aviation Marathon....for Lindokuhle

2011-01-30T17:18:00.000-08:00

I have known for the past 2 weeks that I've needed to write this. I have struggled, time and again to get to get the words out. Maybe it's knowing that this is the conclusion of my year of marathons, but whatever it is, it's been hard for me to find the motivation. I'm sure that sounds absurd. This should be a time of celebration. But quite honestly, it's been a time of hardship, and the run itself was just the beginning of that.

I had just spent a very fun, but exhausting week at Disney World with my family. After so much time gone for my races during the past year, it was really wonderful to have time with them. But it wasn't an easy week. I came down with some of the worst crud that I'd had in at least 5 years and physically I was hurting bad from the marathon. I'd managed through a painful race, but that was really just the beginning of the pain. We went to the parks at Disney Mon, Tue, Wed and Thur. I walked and walked and walked, but with every step I was in pain. Going into the race at Disney, I was concerned about my IT band. I'd been resting it over the previous couple weeks and was hoping for a good day. But as the Disney race progressed, I found that my lower left leg was hurting as much if not more than my IT band. It was that pain in my calf that plagued me the entire week.

On Friday morning we packed up for our drive to Warner Robins, Georgia. This was it! My entire year of running was coming down to this very last race, and I found myself increasingly nervous as the day dragged on.

We arrive in Georgia around dinner time and I had a traditional pasta carb loading dinner. But it was hard to enjoy the meal. I was honestly terrified with the idea of having to run in the morning. I was struggling with walking and I felt like my cold had gone to my lungs. I honestly didn't know how I'd be able to run. And now more than ever, I wished I didn't have to.

I have run so many marathons this year with pain, but I was having the most difficult time of all finding the strength to believe I could run this last 26.2. As we drove to our little hotel room to get ready for bed, I started to feel panicky. I just didn't know how I could run, being this sick, and hurting this much. I felt like I was falling to pieces. My 10 year old daughter, Amira, tried to console me. "Remember with God you can do anything mommy; you can do this." And in that moment, I realized just how vital my parenting had become. You teach your children, giving them the foundation of strength and truth to grow upon. You hope that in moments of distress they will remember those truths, and cling to them. And here I was, feeling lost for the road ahead, and it was my daughter giving me back the truth I had been long instilling in her. I guess there comes a time in every parents life, when your child returns the advice you have long given them. I just never expected it to come so soon. It was the words I needed to hear, and more so because they had come from her. I was still stressed for tomorrow, but I found my spirit in a much better place as I fell asleep that night.

Packet pick up

The next morning, Jeremy dropped me off at the pre-race packet pick up, which was held inside the museum. I thought it was awesome that in conjunction with our marathon, a shadow marathon was being held in Kandahar, Afghanistan the following day and soldiers would be running their 26.2 as well.

The Museum of Aviation Marathon started outside the museum, but was run almost entirely on the Robins Air Force Base. Because of that there was very little traffic to deal with, and even less spectators. It was a cold morning, with temps in the 20's, but windless and clear. Like a lot of my marathons this year, I made it my focus to just keep on foot in front of the other, and remember why I was running. It wasn't for the spectators, or scenery. It wasn't about the condition of my legs, but rather the call in my heart.

Getting ready to start

This final marathon was for Lindokuhle, who is 12 and going into 5th grade. She is pictured here at an after-care program called Siyakhula. Volunteers in the community operate this program – they have two rondavels (a traditional African-style house) up on a big grassy hill. Orphans and vulnerable children go there after school to get a hot meal, help with homework, mentoring, etc. Lindokuhle is vulnerable to becoming orphaned because of her current living conditions, and is very poor. Her parents are unemployed and they do not have grants. There are many other children living in the same house. When 25:40 conducted the survey in 2009 to identify orphaned/vulnerable children, Lindokuhle said she did not have any shoes. Later in the year when this picture was taken, she had ill-fitting shoes that look like they are boys shoes. It's very typical for children to wear whatever they can get a hold of, regardless of weather it fits properly or not. You can see from the picture that she is singing at Siyakuhla with the other children, something they love to do this when visitors come.

Lindokuhle's shoes

I had the picture of Lindokuhle, with her ill fitted shoes in my head. Running, I felt like I had ill fitted legs for this mission. Besides painful, I found that mechanically I was struggling to use the proper mechanics in my running form. I understood just how Lindokuhle must feel in her shoes and I prayed that my marathon would help raise funds to give shoes to not only Lindokuhle, but also the rest of the 2,000+ orphans that I've been running for. These children face such difficulty and hardship. What I have endured this year mellows in comparison, and any pain due me, has been a constant reminder of the real pain that brought me to run these marathons. We are talking about such precious children, the same as mine and yours, but struggling to survive. They face the darkness of AIDS and poverty, and the loss of their parents/family. And for all the times I've had to go to the doctor, or get physical therapy, at least I have the ability to do so! Often times these children are unable to get the medical care they need, for issues far greater than my running injuries. Giving a girl a pair of shoes, can bring far my hope to her heart than one can imagine. In a place where people have so little, the smallest gestures mean a lot.

As much as I physically struggled, I found myself strong mentally. I kept myself focused and with each and every mile, I found myself feeling more and more like celebrating. The fear I had felt the night before was gone and I knew that I would carry through to the end.

With a very small field of runners, and more of them running the half than the full, I spent most of my run alone. I actually enjoyed the solitude and it gave me time to really mentally process through everything that today meant. The course consisted of 2 loops, and while it wasn't overly visually entertaining, it was very flat and we got to see several F-15s take off and land as we ran the perimeter of the runway.

At mile 20 I got to see my family. Knowing that they would be meeting me, was sheer motivation during the miles leading up to it. It was a great pick-me-up and after taking a dose of pain killers at mile 16, I was feeling much more physically able to handle the last few miles left.

Heading to mile 20

Those last 6 turned into a blur. I felt like I had complete tunnel vision for the finish line. Every mile brought me one step closer and that's all I could think about. Even the pain was pushed aside.

Just before I hit mile 26 I turned off my Ipod. I had been listening to music all day to keep me going, but now, the only song I wanted to hear was the cheering of my children. I saw my family, just feet away from the finish line and I broke down. Try as hard as I might, I couldn't help the tears. I stopped, once again to hug them and Jeremy before pushing for the last little stretch, finishing in 4:58.

Mile 26

Trying not to cry when I saw my children

Hugs all around!

The final finish line

The race committee had been very kind to me, and after finishing I was presented a plaque, commemorating my accomplishment. I can't begin to tell you how good it felt to be done and to know I had finished my year! This had been a very special day for many reasons, partly because it was also my 30th birthday. I had arranged my races to end on this day because I couldn't think of a better way to finish my year and to celebrate turning 30!

With my family after the race

My time in Georgia was very short. After the race I got a shower, some hot food and then we made our way to the airport for our flight home. And once again following the marathon I struggled with incredible pain in my lower left leg.

I expected to take a few days off. I hoped that some rest and time would help with the pain, but once again I was proven wrong. And as a result, I have not run a single step following my last marathon on Jan 15th. Having to take 2 weeks off from running has been almost as painful as running itself has been! I've also tried different forms of cross training, but sadly, the pain is not gone. I finally went to the doctor to see what was really going on. After x-rays didn't given much insight, I got a bone scan. And now I'm just waiting on the results, which I expect to get this next week. I'll keep you all posted on the results from the doctor and what's to come.

I feel like I have so much more to give through running, but right now that all has had to be put on hold. It's hard to finish up an amazing year, with the possibility of the letdown of injury. But I know that I gave everything I could this year, and because of your support and generosity, over $14,000 has been raised for the children of South Africa! I can't thank you enough for that! As I haven't hit the fundraising goal of $26,000, part of this journey continues on. I will keep writing, you can keep donating, until I hit that goal; and I promise not to take so long before I post again!

Marilyn Monroe once said: "Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world." I didn't set out to conquer the world, but to change it. Thinking about how much a pair of shoes mean for Lindokuhle, and what lacing up mine has done over the past 52 weeks, I do believe so much can be achieved when we make that choice to move. My journey may be over, but what about yours? Have you laced up your shoes?

"Because the beauty of life, is not in what we get, but in what we give."

Final Race Stats:

4:58:22 - finishing time

164 out of 202 overall

33 out of 50 women

5 out of 8 in my age group (30-34)

The Walt Disney World Marathon....for Luke...

2011-01-18T10:44:00.000-08:00

I'm sure you have thought I fell off the face of the Earth, but really, I just went to Disney World! I had every good intention of getting my blog post up while I was gone, but as life would have it, those good intentions flew right out the door. With the most wonderful, and insane family vacation ever, every hour of the day was filled to the brim, and my laptop was pushed aside time and again.

Jeremy and the kids

I had promised my children that after this year of marathons was over I would take them to Disney World. I figured at 10, 7 and 5, they were the perfect ages to enjoy it, and having never been before, you can imagine just how excited they were about going. While we were going for vacation, it wasn't going to be all fun and games. I was running the Disney World Marathon while we were there, but even as we prepared to leave on our trip, I felt hesitant about the run. I'd tried to lay low and rest over the past couple weeks. I'd had 2 weekends off from running marathons. I figured that was going to give my body some much needed healing time. I figured I would be feeling back to normal for Disney. I figured wrong.

With the characters from Monsters INC

We got to Florida late on Thur night and I was eager for Friday to come. As part of the marathon weekend events, Disney offers children races and my kids were taking part in the Mickey Mile on Friday. It was an absolute joy to get to see my children run a race, and get to cheer for them. Being ever protective of her younger siblings, my oldest, Amira, made sure that they all ran together so no one would get lost or left behind. Holding hands they ran their mile in just over 12 minutes. It meant a lot to me to see them run.

Proud finishers!

Over the weekend we visited some of Jeremy's family that live in Florida. The kids got to meet their great great grandma who is 90. We took in the beach for part of one afternoon, the weather just perfect for splashing in the waves

Amira having a splash

Sunday morning came quickly and I don't think getting up before 3 am is anyone's idea of fun. Disney is one of the few races that requires you to get up at such an hour, as they have to close down the roads leading into the parks for the race itself. Jeremy was kind enough to get up with me and drop me off. Then it was time to sit in the cold and wait. I had heavy doubt about my run. I knew the cut off was 7 hours, so I'd have plenty of time to finish even if I had to walk parts of it, but I won't lie, I was very disappointed with how I felt. During my fall marathons, as things were really coming together for me physically and I was feeling stronger and stronger, I started putting a little ray of hope on Disney. I ran Disney 2 years ago, and while I wasn't trying to, I set my personal best marathon time of 4:02 on that run. I was hoping, if all systems were good to go, to try and go for a new best time on the course this year. But the weeks leading up to Disney, and the issues I was experiencing with my IT band, quickly trashed my hopes in that regard.

Getting ready for #53

As I stood there, almost the 17,000+ that would run that day, I thought about how this run would be so different from the last time. I took the time to reflect on this past year. Surrounded by concrete, people wearing trash bags to stay warm, and a DJ playing rock music at 4am to a backdrop of the black sky; this was just another marathon morning. This reality (in some version or another) has been home for a year. In different places, and different settings, but it's all started off the same way. Excited people, nervous people, focused people, ambitious people. All of us looking for something, running for something. I have been each and every one of them. I have been excited beyond words, unable to sleep the night before my race. I have been nervous beyond tears, palms sweating,my heart beating like a drum, afraid of how my body will prevail. I have been focused, head phones in place, drowning out the sounds around me, only seeing the road ahead. I have been ambitious, pushing my pace, adding another race, ready to take on whatever is thrown my way. And today I would be none of those people. Today I would simply run a marathon, but it was who I was running for that defined me.

Heading into Epcot

I ran for Luke, who just turned 5 on December 18th. The picture below was taken when he attended the Canzibe preschool, but now he is headed to a nearby public elementary school. Their school year ends in December and the new one starts in January. He is not technically orphaned, but is in the registry of 2,000 orphan and vulnerable children in the Ngqeleni Distict because he is considered vulnerable. His father is gone and he lives with his mom, aunt and grandmother. Luke’s mom supports herself and the household through the social grant she receives for Luke. Luke is getting medical treatments, most likely for HIV/AIDS. He is the same age as my son Austin and it's hard for me to not make that connection. I couldn't picture my son going through the things that Luke has had to face. I have been asked so many times this year, why did you choose to run for children in South Africa? They are children you have never met, you have never been to South Africa, so why them? The answer is simple. All I have to do is look at my children. I wouldn't ever want them to have to face what these children are going through. These children are born into a world with far much less hope than children here in the U.S. The need is great, and if through my running I can help make a difference for them, then it is worth all the blood sweat and tears.

Luke

Luke is going to kindergarten, just like my son Austin. But his school is nothing like the ones here. The teacher to child ratios vary from 1:40 upwards to 1:90. I can't even imagine how anyone can teach a classroom of 90 five year olds! Also factor in the reality that there are no books, and very little supplies. Children like Luke, had been previously attending preschool at the Canzibe Mission, which was giving them so much, and now they are facing what the public education system is providing. One of the missionary's from the Canzibe mission is working on starting a Christian elementary school and 25:40 is supporting his efforts. The goal is to start with younger grades (K-2) so that the kids coming out of the preschool can continue to be educationally challenged, be safe, and not in crowded classrooms. Over time, the school is planning to expand to older grades. This is a huge step in breaking the cycle of inadequacy of education and supplies that has left these children without any foundation for a future. This is about establishing a new pattern with the youngest generation. This is hope!

Magic Kingdom

And it's programs like this that your donations go to support. So far over $14,000 has been raised this year through my 52beginnings project. For all of you who have donated, supported the children of 25:40 and my efforts, my heart overflows with thanks to you! For those of you who would like to still donate, please do! Donations are still open, and I intend to leave donations open even after these races are completed in the hope that I can continue to raise funds. Physically my body is in need of rest and repair, limiting me from doing more physically at the moment. But the need is still there and so I urge you to give what is laid on your heart to give. This is about changing the lives of children and it's through your support that hope is given!

Into Tomorrowland

In light of all that, how could this day be anything but victory for Luke? It wasn't about how well my legs did or didn't feel. It certainly wasn't about me setting a personal record time. We started out under the light of fireworks and the cheers of Mickey and Minnie. Like everything else Disney, this was to be a magical event.

Giving Stitch a kiss

I could tell from the start that it was going to be a physically challenging day. Disney offers a very flat, fast course and we had perfect weather for a good run. But unlike the last time I ran it, I took a very different approach. Knowing my body wasn't up to being pushed, I looked forward to having a chance to stop and take pictures with the characters along the way. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to see all my favorite Disney friends and made more than a dozen stops for photos. While I dislike the fact that a lot of the race takes place on the roads in between each of the 4 Disney parks, the time in the parks is great fun. Running through Cinderella's Castle is my favorite moment of the race.

What a view!

At times I struggled to stay motivated, especially in the later miles, as both my legs were hurting bad. I stopped at med tents more times in this race, than at all my marathons this year put together. As many people were completing in the Goofy challenge (running the half marathon on Sat, and now the full marathon on Sun), the race had med tents every couple miles along the course. They had huge gallon jugs of Biofreeze, a pain relieving gel. I stopped to use it at least 4 times on the course and the med tents always seemed to be busy with runners taking advantage of whatever relief they could get.

Characters, characters, characters....what fun!

We finished in Epcot and I couldn't get over how much work this race had been. For such a perfect course, with perfect weather, I had seriously struggled both mentally and physically for a 4:53 finish. My Disney Marathon in 2009 had been mostly effortless. What a contrast!

Going through Hollywood Studios

View from Animal Kingdom

More of Animal Kingdom

But in light of my finish and the fact that I now had the week to enjoy Disney World with my family, I didn't care that my legs hurt or that my time was less than stellar. I was done with marathon #53 and now it was time for some pain pills and family time.

Of course no vacation is without tragedy, and in our case, it meant Jeremy and I both getting ridiculously sick. There is nothing worse than having to spend the days at the parks, walking and going on rides when you feel awful, but neither of us wanted to disappoint our children so we suffered through. I honestly can't remember the last time I was this sick. I think it was about 6 years ago when I was pregnant with Austin. It was absolutely awful! In the midst of the germs, we tried to make the most of our trip and thankfully none of the children got our sickness.

Everyone had their own favorite moments. Mine included seeing the fireworks at Magic Kingdom on the last night of our trip and eating pancakes at IHOP at 10pm after having spent the whole day at Disney. Angelina and Austin fell in love with roller coasters after trying them out for the first time and went on every one they could. There is no fear in those kids! Amira loved all the parades, especially the nighttime electrical parade in Magic Kingdom.

I know you can't tell from the picture, but Jeremy, Angie and Austin

are screaming for their lives on this coaster!

It was a long trip, but it wasn't over yet. I still had my final marathon to complete in Georgia on the way home. Our time in Disney was wonderful, but there was still work to be done. And so Friday we packed up and made our way to Warner Robins, GA for marathon #54. This was it. It was all coming down to one more race and I couldn't believe I was down to my last 26.2.

Final Race Stats:
4:53:11 - final finishing time
6,209 out of 13,540 overall
2,151 out of 6,271 women
437 out of 1,083 in my age group (25-29)

My medal

My post on the Museum of Aviation Marathon, #54, will be up in a couple days.

A New Year....Happy 2011!

2011-01-04T07:27:00.000-08:00

Everyone has a different approach for New Years. For some people it's a time to celebrate and party, party, party. Some people prefer to be homebodies, waiting for the ball to drop at midnight and then heading to bed. And then some people couldn't even really care about a New Year, aside from the fact that it means it's time to work on taxes and their health care insurance changed. And who needs to stay up till midnight, 10 pm is pushing it!

Regardless of your take on New Years doesn't change much for the calendar. Time remains the same, and weather you were decked out and dancing in Time Square or fast asleep, 2011 came.

What really matters, isn't how you celebrate, but how you plan to live it.

This time around everything was so different from what I would have imagined. On New Years Eve, my husband Jeremy ran a local 10k. He had signed up for it awhile back and I had been toying with the notion that I might run it with him. My original plan to run the Texas Marathon on January 1st had been scrapped. Since I had already hit my 52 goal, I just couldn't justify spending $500 on an airline ticket and leaving the family for another holiday. I found a no frills trail marathon/ultra event in Maryland that I could run for next to nothing on January 2nd. I figured I could make that work, but I hadn't anticipated having issues with my IT band the way I was. For those of you who don't know, the IT band (or technically known as the iliotibial band) is is a tough group of fibers that extend from the outside of the pelvis, over the hip and ending just below the knee. The band is crucial to stabilization of the knee during running and iliotibial band syndrome is one of the most common running injuries. Needless to say, I am more than well informed about the IT band. I have struggled with serious problems in my left leg during my 52 marathon journey and it was downright horrible. Having been through it all with my left leg, as I started noticing issues with my right leg, I had no question what I was dealing with.

I figured with taking Christmas weekend off and getting more than 6 days of rest between races I would be good to go for the Jan 2nd race. While rest really isn't really a part of my vocabulary, my attempt at a short Christmas day run made me realize I was only doing more harm than good. So during the next week I made myself do fast incline walking instead. I iced and stretched and all that good stuff, but I wasn't seeing much improvement. As New Years Eve drew near, I told Jeremy even though I wanted to, I didn't think there was any way my leg could hold up for the 10k. We discussed our weekend plans, and he asked me if I wanted to go out on Saturday night. I told him, I can't, because if I do decide to run the marathon on Sunday I'm going to need to be up early. He right away pointed out the flaw in my logic. If I didn't think I could run a 10k on Friday because my leg was so bad, how was I was considering doing a marathon on Sunday?? I had to laugh when he said it, and inside I knew he was right. I felt like I needed to hold on to that glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I'd wake up the next morning and feel miraculously better. While I'm all for miracles, it wasn't my time for one.

So Jeremy went and did his 10k, running better than he expected. And for the first time ever, he ran a race, and I stayed home with the kids.

Jeremy's race photo from the finish - http://germani.zenfolio.com/p377515438/e23104a23

That evening we had our normal New Years Eve dinner, an arrangement of mostly unhealthy finger foods. Sure we had a veggie and dip plate, but there were also mini hot dog links, egg rolls, a cheese, salami and cracker plate plus BBQ chicken bites. Top it off with a pie for desert and sparkling cider, yeah, that was a finger feast!

Afterward we made our lists. Again I know some people hate new years resolutions, but personally, I find it to be a great way to give direction to my goals. I don't always make every goal every year, but it's good to know your focus. We add one other element to our lists, the highlights of the current year.

So as a family we sat down and made our lists. I even helped my 5 and 7 year old write down a few things. It's funny what can make the list! Austin, my 5 year old, listed seeing Santa as a highlight of 2010 and Angelina, 7, put cheerleading. My oldest, Amira, is 10 and had a full page of accomplishments/highlights from 2010 and goals for 2011. I was particularly impressed with one of her goals, to be more proactive. And I won't complain that keeping her room clean made the list too!

Austin being Santa

Angelina having fun at cheerleading

With Amira this past summer

I wrote out my list as well. Spending more time with my family was at the top. I missed out on so much in 2010; I have a lot to make up to everyone, including Jeremy. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any running goals on that list as well.

Since long before 2010 was wrapping up, people have been asking me about my goals for 2011. While working through ideas, one thing in particular really stood out to me. But as I sat there, surrounded by my kids, notebook paper in hand, I surprised myself. I didn't write out the running goal I had been focusing on. Instead, the #1 running goal on my list was none other than....brace yourself for this one...
healing.

My body has been through a war, or so it feels like it. I'm about to turn 30 and yet I physically feel far more worn down than I would expect. And looking in the mirror, I feel like I've aged far more than one year in the last 365 days. Part of finishing my 52 marathons meant giving my body the healing it's been lacking all year. Right now I'm not ready or able to do near the work I have in mind for myself. I really mentally struggled with the idea of having to take time off from running and cut down, but now my body is saying you have to.

We stayed up for the New Years count down, let the kids do a toast and I gave myself a boost of faith in healing, by signing up for a couple spring marathons before the Jan 1st price increase.

Me on New Years Eve

I started out 2011 with a weekend of rest. I didn't run a marathon this weekend and I was shocked by how at peace I was with that decision. For the first time ever, I signed up for a race, and didn't run. I was tempted to go and walk a marathon on the trail near my house, but I didn't do that either. I simply did nothing. Sure I helped put away Christmas decorations, and did laundry, but I just let my body rest. And it was wonderful!

The goal that I didn't write down, the plan that's been in my mind, is still my goal. Once I am past these injury issues, I will take it on, full force. So be watching, because I'm going to make a video with my goal and I'll post it on here.

But for now, the next focus is Disney World! I have 2 final marathons on behalf of 25:40. I will be running Disney on Sunday, and then the Museum of Aviation Marathon in GA on Jan 15th. These races had been planned as my final marathons on my 52 journey, and as such, will be a celebration with my family. My kids have never been to Disney World and I promised them that after this year of marathons was over we would go. As you can imagine, going to Disney World topped their lists as what they looked forward to most in 2011 and I am so glad to be bringing them with me. Donations for 25:40 is still open, so if you had been wanting to send in money and wondered if it's too late since I finished my 52, the answer is no! I plan to leave the donations open even after these last 2 marathons are finished. So please donate!!

How was your New Years? What goals made your list? Post them on the comments! I'd love to read them and you are much more likely to meet your goals if you make them public. So put a little confidence in your plans and let's see what everyone is shooting for in 2011!

Toasting in the New Year - Happy 2011!

Do what you love and happiness will find you.

Christmas weekend....for my family

2010-12-29T13:49:00.000-08:00

This past weekend I did something I haven't done since starting on my marathon journey back in January; I didn't travel or run a marathon!! And I can't tell you how awesome it was to be home!

Our tree

After the last few weeks of pain and difficulty with my right leg, I was more than ready for a break. During the tough times of those races, I'd picture myself spending Christmas with my family instead of having to rush off to the airport. Those daydreams gave huge motivation for me.

In case you never knew, I really love to bake!

Like a lot of families, we have certain traditions that we do every year. However, this year things were a little different than normal. I didn't bake up a storm like usual (although some people may argue that). I ended up doing a lot more last minute shopping and wrapping than I otherwise would have. And we never did get around to making the gingerbread house.

Decorating cookies for Santa

Some things I couldn't let slip, like decorating cookies on Christmas Eve for Santa, baking home made cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning and having a big fat ham for our family dinner. We made it to Christmas Eve service to sing Christmas carols and celebrate the birth of Christ. And we did our holiday drive, when we all get dressed in our pj's take travel mugs full of hot chocolate (or in my case, coffee) and enjoy the neighborhood Christmas lights. This year everything was surreal. I kept feeling the need to pinch myself. I guess it was hard to take in the fact that I had finally made it to this point and I could really just relax with my family.

Finally Christmas morning!!

Breakfast....and lunch? Sure why not!

We had our extended family get together on Christmas Eve and that meant Christmas day was just for us. I loved being able to relax in my pj's till noon if I wanted (although I admit this year, it was a lot later than noon), and having no need to rush through opening presents or trying to clean everything up. We ate way too much sugar, watched holiday movies and best of all, I got to be a kid again and play right along side my children. It was a simply fantastic day!

Toys....

Toys...and a lot of smiles too!

For the past few years, I've included a new Christmas tradition of going for a run. After everyone had opened their gifts and I'd thoroughly played with the kids and their toys, Jeremy and I get a little "kid" time of our own. His is usually in the form of an Xbox game, of course for me, it means a run. It's always an easy run, nothing long or hard, but for me, it's just a little slice of heaven. This year I planned to keep that tradition alive, but very quickly found that my body didn't agree. Unwilling to give up, I forced myself to complete a run/walk workout. It wasn't the joy filled run that I have done each year before. This time it was frustrating. As I struggled to get through 7 miles, I was ever thankful that I didn't have to run another 19!

Sleep deprived can you tell?!

I hope you and your family had a fantastic Christmas and have enjoyed the pictures from mine. I'm very much looking forward to 2011 and, God willing, full healing, so I can start pushing again. I made the decision to not travel to Texas for the New Years Marathon since I had already reached my 52 goal. Instead I registered for a small, no frills trail race in Maryland on Jan 2nd. I'm just taking it a day at a time with my leg and still haven't determined if I will actually run it. Either way, I will keep you updated, and have a post up after the New Year.

Blessings to you and yours! Cheers!

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." Luke 2:14

Jacksonville Bank Marathon...#52...for Maya...

2010-12-23T10:16:00.000-08:00

I've had a difficult time with writing this post. It has been such a long, hard year, and while I am not completely finished with all the work I have on this journey, running marathon #52 this past Sunday was like slaying a giant for me. It meant all the stress and agony over traveling, and injury issues could be laid to rest, at least for a bit. With Christmas only a couple days away, I found myself completely overwhelmed in a different direction, with class parties, much neglected shopping and baking. In the background sat my laptop and I was content to just leave it there. I guess I needed to just retreat from the world for a few days. So I apologize for taking so long to give you the story of #52.

Lets just say I like to bake...

Last Sunday I ran the Jacksonville Bank Marathon, bringing me to the goal of 52, but in a much quicker time frame than I had originally planned. I have been running at least one marathon a week, every week, for the past 48 weeks. Finishing 52 before Christmas became the new mini goal this fall, as I saw that I could make it happen and that way not have to stress about leaving my family on Christmas for another marathon. I felt like if I could in any way make that happen I needed to. Having to fly out on Christmas for a marathon was something I didn't want to have to do to my children, who have had to sacrifice family time so much this year.

Still, as much as I wanted to have this marathon, of all marathons, be a strong and beautiful run, I was facing the reality that it would most likely be anything but. Continually struggling with IT and hip issues with my right leg meant no running between marathons for the past 2 weeks. It meant lots of attempts to ice and rest and even more frustration on my part. Following marathon #51, I seriously struggled to put any weight on my leg the next morning, and I know I looked more than gimpy when I went to church. I don't know that I did anything else that day, but I wasn't willing to skip to church with my kids because of my leg. I haven't been able to take them very much this year because of all the traveling, and that's one thing I do no matter what when I've been home, regardless of the condition of my legs. Despite the fact that I looked like I needed a cane, we went.

Ironic it seems that my husband Jeremy had been gone the entire week in Jacksonville for work. Even more ironic, he was actually staying at the host hotel for the marathon! Jeremy got back Friday evening, and my flight for Jacksonville left early Saturday morning. I got into the airport and my friend Heather came and picked me up. I was so thankful for her help. I have been blessed countless times this year with gifts like this. And each and every time it has meant so much and been a much needed saving grace. After traveling all year I'm really feeling the financial strain right now. Not having to pay for a rental car or a hotel was a huge relief, especially considering it being so close to Christmas.

I had met Heather at the Fox Valley Marathon back in Sept. We ran almost the same pace the entire day, and in the end we finished less than a minute apart from one another. This time around I got to meet the other important people in her life, her 4 year old daughter Brianna, Jeremiah (Brianna's father) and a bunch of their friends. We went to this fun restaurant called Clark's Fish Camp for lunch that serves up fried gator tails, eel, antelope, kangaroo, etc. It was out there for exotic tastes and being the girl who's willing to try most anything at least once, I tired the fried gator. Not bad, kinda chewy.

But everywhere we went that day, from packet pick up to the park, I felt my IT band. Every step it made its presence known, rebelling my decision to run. While I was walking much better, and able to get up and down stairs without having to hang on the handrail for dear life, it wasn't something I could easily ignore either.

Heather and Jeremiah were both running in the morning too. Heather was hoping to break 4 hours, and with this being Jeremiah's 2nd marathon, and not having done much training for it, he going to wing it and run with Heather as long as possible. I had no clue what my IT band was going to do and the only goal on my plate was to finish. We went out to dinner that night and met up with Dave, who is a mutual friend and fellow Marathon Maniac. I have seen Dave at close to a dozen marathons this year, and we usually get a snapshot together, but that's about it. It was really nice to have time to hang out with him and get to chat. Of course with a table filled with running/fitness fanatics you can imagine the conversation!

With Dave and Heather at dinner

In regular routine for marathon running, we debated what the weather would be for the race, what clothing would be best suited and laid out our stuff for the morning. I was sleeping on the couch, which was very comfortable and I honestly slept better than I have at some hotels I've stayed at this year.

We were up by 5, and the energy that had been flowing last night was seriously lacking now. It was cold out and I think all of us just wanted to sleep longer. Thankfully the race had a heated gym that we could hang out in before the start and it was quickly packed. We had a nice group of other Marathon Maniacs and Half Fanatics join us. It wound up being a nice gathering of friends and I have to say, it's been absolutely awesome being a part of the Maniac group. I have met so many cool people and we all share the same insane love for running.

With my Maniac friends before the start

As we made our way out for the start, into the dark and cold, I said a quick prayer. This could get really ugly, and I was trying to prepare myself for that reality. I placed myself between the 4:15 and 4:30 pacer groups and as the national anthem was sung, I felt so strange. This is it, this is it. That thought kept going through my mind and continued to carry through my thoughts as I ran. The race started and I took my first running step, ouch. I was hoping I didn't look as gimpy as I felt. I knew this wasn't a good sign. Last weekend I had felt it with step one too, but not to this extreme. Just stay focused I told myself. I turned on my i-Pod and tried to find my groove. Those first couple miles were very uncomfortable and I felt like my gait was weird. I was hoping that once my leg warmed up I would have less issues, and my wish was granted. It took a good 4 or 5 miles, but I felt a little better and I just kept praying it would stay that way.

We ran a through residential neighborhoods most of the day, the views didn't change much. It was a completely flat out and back course which made it fast too. The day was gray and there was a mist in the air that made running with glasses extra fun. It seemed like we had a constant wind, and it didn't warm up much. I wore a jacket and never felt the need to take it off. The scenery wasn't much to look at and I didn't stop to take many pictures. I was fine with that though. I felt like I needed to just keep my focus on moving forward. We ran past some nice estates and the occasional Christmas/holiday decorations. There were very few people out to cheer and the race had some real issues with trying to figure out the traffic situation. At times there were cars trying to drive down the same road as runners, while traffic was coming in the opposite direction. I'm not sure what was up with that, but I hope it's something they will address for future races.

I didn't have any expectations for the run. Just finish. All you need to do is finish. That thought ran through my mind all morning long. I had a lot of thoughts going through my mind to keep me distracted from my leg issues. Knowing that this was #52, that this was it, I found myself unsure if I was ready for this to be it. As much as I had been looking forward to being done, I just didn't know how to process that idea.

Paying no attention to my watch or pace, I continued to run on feel as I have done for most of this year. I took it a mile at a time and I started feeling discomfort under my knee cap and on the inside of my knee. Doubts continued to plague me. I remembered thinking at mile 10 how much I wished the finish line could have been right there. Miles 8-13 were very frustrating and challenging, far far more than they ought to be. I struggled with the fact that I was physically able to run so much faster, but my leg wouldn't let me. I had no lack of energy or oxygen. It was hard to stay positive those miles.

Even with my leg problems, I found myself feeling the need to push. This is it, this is all you have left. There is no reason to hold anything back today, no reason to save any energy. In the back of my mind, I didn't want my pain to be any excuse for my performance.

The Never Give Up sign was what I needed today

I was running for Maya, whom herself is no stranger to pain. She is 6 and in this picture she is attending a tent meeting hosted by a missionary. You may notice her head is shaved, which usually means that she is in mourning for a death of a close relative. She says, “My mother is sick and my father has disappeared.” This story is so common among children in this area. Sometimes the father goes far away to a big city like East London or Johannesburg to find work. He may intend to get work and send the money back home, but often, the fathers never return. Maya's mother is dying but thankfully she is in a tent meeting, which means that she will be shown hope. The message of the gospel is hope, and she must continue to survive her conditions, to rise up and be strong. All of this is far more than should be asked of any 6 year old.

Maya

The charity I have been running on behalf, 25:40, has five areas that they focus on to fulfill for orphans. They go into a community trying to meet these 5 basic needs: nutrition, safe shelter, education, community development and spiritual journey. The orphans who they are trying to help have experienced great trauma in their lives, but seldom have any way of processing the emotions. The mission is trying to reach these children spiritually, to give them the hope of Jesus Christ so that they have something they can pin some glimmer of hope on.

This year I have been running as a means to change the lives of these orphans. There are now over 2,000 orphans in the Ngqeleni District of the Eastern Cape of South Africa. And what do I have to complain of, in comparison to them? Having Maya on my back gave me a lot of motivation and determination to keep pushing. This was not for me, but for Maya. This is for all the children who haven't had the chance to know the freedom that I live.

Hitting the half way point I looked at the clock, it read 2:02. I was quite happy with that time, considering how I'd felt. I didn't think I had been running that fast. Just keep going, stay focused I told myself and I did. Mile after mile, I tried to keep my gait consistent and walk as little as possible. And funny enough, as I started hitting the later miles, I noticed I felt better. I ran without near the issues I had been dealing with the first half. Earlier on I had even considered taking pain medication, now I felt like there was no need to. I still felt my IT, but it wasn't the same. At mile 18 I came across Jeremiah. He told me he had stayed with Heather until mile 16 and he looked like he was hurting. I talked with him for a quick minute then kept on. I was determined to keep running for as long as I could. I expected at some point I was just going to give out, the leg wasn't going to be able to take any more. But I continued to run well and now getting into the last miles I was felt more focused than ever. A lot of people had slowed to a walk at this point and I passed person after person.

I made myself not look at my watch until mile 24 and at that point I wanted to see where I was. I was going to have a good finishing time if I could just stay on target with my pace. That became a huge motivator. Rocking out to my tunes, I kept reminding myself to ignore the pain and push. Hitting mile 26 had me completely energized. Crossing the finish line in 4:07, I tried to hold back all the emotion. I had been playing out what that moment would be like in my mind so many times this year. I had envisioned crossing that finish line 100's of times, often while I was running one of these marathons. It was hard to believe I had done it!

Finish #52!

I hugged my friend Julie who finished right after me, and then called Jeremy and my mom. At that moment, I felt something indescribable. I felt such a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Immediately I found Heather and hugged her too. She had ended up finishing just a couple minutes before me. Together we waited for Jeremiah to finish and cheered him on as he crossed in 4:43.

More than anything I wanted to go home and see my family. The flightback seemed to take forever and I couldn't hold back the tears when I finally saw them. This journey has taken me to over 30 states this year, running over 1,362 miles in my 52 marathons. Between traveling and working there have been times where I have been gone 6 nights a week. I have gone through periods of injury and physical therapy. I've been up at 3 in the morning to drive to races and slept in rental cars the night before marathons. I have missed birthdays and holidays, and spent more time flying to and from a race than I actually did on the ground for the race. My craziest streak was running 4 marathons in 9 days, finishing the last of the 4 in 4:17, the fastest of the 4. My fastest marathon of the year was #35 with a time of 4:03 and my slowest was a 6:23 finish when I was injured. I have run in 20 degree temps and finished my hottest race with the heat index of over 100. This entire year has been consumed by my marathon running.

My mom sent me flowers to congratulate me

And many of you have asked what does 52 marathons look like? Here's my custom medal hanger, produced by Allied Steel. They did a fantastic job with making this hanger and if you are looking for a way to display your marathon bling, I highly recommend them! They have a great selection of hangers online or they can make a custom one for you, as they did for me.

52 marathons = a lot of bling!

This is by no means the end! I still have at least a couple more marathons in 2011 to finish up for the children of 25:40. Also, with 2011 right around the corner, I have more running plans for the coming year. But now is time for healing and I am so thankful to be home with my family this weekend. I'll have a Christmas post up this weekend so look for that and very soon I will share the details of my goals for 2011!

My medal

I'll end in sharing the words of Henry W. Longfellow (1864), and put to music in this song by Casting Crowns, one of my favorite Christmas songs. Hope you enjoy it.

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

Final Race Stats:
4:07:17 - finishing time
501 out of 882 finishers overall
137 out of 321 women
22 out of 43 in my age group (25-29)

Rehoboth Beach Seashore Marathon....for Phendula

2010-12-14T10:51:00.000-08:00

After my extra long weekend in Vegas I brought home not only a Santa costume and a completed tattoo, but one nasty cold. I suppose the very fact that I have only been sick twice this entire year is amazing, but the entire week I was under the weather. And to add injury to insult, quite literally, I could tell that my right leg was jacked up.

I spent those 6 days trying to get over the cold and resting my leg. For the first time in months and months I took the whole week off from exercising. I didn't run, I didn't lift weights. It was six days of complete rest, minus whatever energy it took to bake holiday cookies. And I really struggled with taking the week off, even though I knew it was necessary.

As I got ready to leave for Rehoboth, DE on Friday afternoon, I was filled with doubt. Those six days of rest hadn't seemed to make a dent with either my cold or leg. I was still as congested as ever, and going through box after box of tissues. Likewise, I could feel the tightness in my IT band every time I took a step. I knew this could get really ugly come Saturday.

Our view

On the bright side, I was looking forward to seeing my friend Becky. I stayed with her at her sister's place that evening and got to catch up. Becky had run the 1/2 Sauer 1/2 Kraut Marathon with me back in June. It was disgustingly hot that day, and to date, the highest temps I've ever ran a marathon in. This time, in total contrast, we were looking at running a very cold race on Saturday morning.

Breath taking colors!

I came prepared for the cold. I had my new Lululemon long sleeve top under my jacket to keep me cozy! Bundled head to toe, we got to the start area and enjoyed the most beautiful sunrise over the water. All the little shops along the start/finish area were decorated with lights and wreathes, the cars parked out front adorning running stickers of 13.1 and 26.2.

While not an overly popular time of year for marathons, but this race had drawn a good number of runners for both the half and full. With a very flat, fast course and the scenic aspects of being near the water, it was easy to see why people would come out in the cold for this event.

Becky and I started out together. She was running the half and I was glad to get to run a few miles with her. I neglected to take many photos those first few miles, I was more interested in just enjoying the company. Around 5 miles Becky took a walking break and I headed out by myself. We split from the half marathon runners around 8 miles and at that point it became a very quiet road. I could always see someone in front of me, but for a good part of the race I felt like I was running alone. I don't mind running by myself, and at times even prefer it.

The scenery gave me lots to take it. I have run plenty of marathons along the water, but never one quite like this. Most people think about going to the beach for the summer, but it's an entirely different feel to see the beach in winter. My only experience running winter beach marathons has been in Florida.

The course gave us several changes, from running near the water, and through residential areas, to a lovely packed dirt/gravel trail and through Cape Henlopen State Park. Most of the race we stayed inland from the water, which helped protect us from the wind, and we still got some great views at different points along the way.

"Lewes - First Town, First State"

Starting out I could feel it. Step one, and there was the nag in my right leg. Having had severe IT band issues earlier in the year with my left leg, I knew exactly what I was dealing it. I was hoping the rest would prevent me from having to go down that road of injury again. But this was not a good sign. I was mentally prepared for what this race could be like. I knew this was a day to take it a mile at a time, much in the way Phendula faces his life, one day at a time.

Phendula is the boy I was running for. He is 8-years old and lives in Ngqeleni District of South Africa. He looks very unhappy in this picture. Phendula is sick and while his mother is living, he shares his home with many other children that his mother is also trying to care for. He told 25:40 workers "My mother gets money for a few of the kids but there are a lot of us." There is a real struggle to provide enough food and clothing for all these children. What would you do if you only had enough food for a couple of your children, but not for all? That is the kind of situation this family faces on a regular basis. I struggle to get that picture out of my mind.

Phendula

I came across this guy in the last few miles of the race. He had slowed down to walk, and the back of his shirt said "It's you vs. you." The picture didn't turn out, but reading his shirt really spoke to me. It was just all the more motivation I needed to keep on running.

Coming toward the finish line I pushed through the pain and gave it all I had left, crossing in 4:21. Immediately I was greeted with hugs from friends and I got to see a couple friends come in right behind me. Happy to be done and wanting to get out of the cold, I made my way into the food tent for their awesome post-race party.

At mile 26!

My big complaint with a lot of marathons is the lack of food at the finish. I wish races would give you something more than just a bagel and a banana after you ran for hours. And boy Rehoboth did not disappoint on their spread of food! You could have pancakes with toppings or pulled pork sandwiches with beans and cheesy mac 'n' cheese. They even offered vegetarian burgers!

I had to cut the party short because I still had a long drive back and I knew my children were waiting for me to come home. I ate, showered and got on the road, but all the while I was struggling. It was amazing to finish marathon #51 of the year, and yet I felt like I was hobbling back to my car. I knew after the drive home my leg would be even more of a mess and already the stress of running my next marathon was setting in. Whatever happiness I had from the accomplishment of the day was overshadowed with anxiety.

The drive home gave me plenty of time to think about things. The injury issues I have dealt with during this year have been beyond difficult, frustrating and depressing. I remember moments when I had absolutely no faith that I would make it through this year. I didn't see how my body could manage to heal when having to take on 26.2 miles every 6-8 days or less. And yet here I am, at marathon #51, having run strong and feeling well the last several months. I drove down the highway thinking about everything, feeling frustrated and trying to drown out my thoughts with the Christmas music playing on the radio. It was then that I got a very straight forward reminder. The song "Joy to the World" started playing. It was one of those light bulb moments and I knew it was time to see past any pain or injuries.

I knew that this was not a time to wallow in whatever pain I was experiencing, but to find a reason for joy. So many times in our lives we are faced with adversity, things that break us, that leave us scared and empty. And the sad thing is that we are, in essence, robbed of the life we are supposed to have by those pains. I spent a lot of time depressed over my own injuries earlier this year, killing the positive. I failed to see any light at the end of the tunnel. I was so unhappy because things had failed to go the way I had thought they should. And in my own ignorance, forgot that maybe there was a reason for my pain, that maybe this was exactly the way it was supposed to be.

It's time for joy! And maybe what I am experiencing isn't just a reminder for me, but for you too. I know how difficult the holiday season can be for some people, how, for various reasons, it can be anything but the most wonderful time of year. Maybe it's because you've lost someone you love, maybe it's because there are not funds enough for the gifts you wanted to buy. Maybe it's because the things you wanted to happen in 2010 didn't, and you feel like another year has gone to waste. Don't let it! Find a reason for joy, if only just one. I really needed that reminder. It's funny how quickly we can lose sight of the big picture. Injured or not, I have more than enough reasons to find joy. And after realizing that, it was surprising how quickly my attitude shifted.

Now I know my little moment of joy isn't going to make the issue with my IT band go away. I'm sure this coming week is going be focused on recovery and marathon #52 may be a real struggle. But I'm at peace knowing that I'm not trying to make it fit into the context that I had pictured, but rather take the bad with the good and center my attention on the blessing of being able to run another marathon for the children of 25:40.

I hope you find your own moment of joy today, whatever it may be.

"Joy is untouched by circumstance." - Unknown

Race Stats:
4:21:32 finishing time
375 out of 619 overall
92 out of 207 women
17 out of 24 for my age group (25-29)

Zappos Las Vegas Rock 'N' Roll Marathon...for Shane...

2010-12-08T11:53:00.000-08:00

This past weekend was lucky marathon #50 and I was excited to be running it in Las Vegas! Having been to Vegas several times before on vacation, I planned to make this weekend a little getaway too. The plan was to have a little girls weekend away with one of my good girlfriends, but she wasn't able to get the time off work. It looked like I'd be spending the time by myself. Then at the last minute, family plans changed and my husband Jeremy was able to come with me! I couldn't believe our luck! I packed our bags and on Friday we headed for fabulous Las Vegas!

My flight got me there early on Friday and since I had plenty of time to spare, I took my time going through the expo. Jeremy and I had to take separate flights and he wasn't getting in until after midnight. I enjoyed not having to do anything in particular, but just take the day as it came. After the expo I ended up going to a tattoo shop and got the wings that I wanted to add to my "Ithemba" wrist tattoo that I got at the Richmond Marathon. Ithemba means hope and the wings enclosing it were based on the Emily Dickinson poem, "Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul, and sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all." For me personally, this entire year has been about hope. It's been about giving hope to the children in South Africa. It's been faith and hope in the trials that I have had to face, physically, emotionally and financially. It's been about inspiring hope in the hearts of others, to find their calling. Because when it all comes down to it, change starts with hope; the hope for something better. Now with my tattoo complete, I was done with my spending. I know a lot of people come to Vegas to take in shows and gamble. I would much rather just walk away with a tattoo. For me it's far more meaningful; it's just the kind of girl I am.

It's entertaining to walk through the casinos and down the strip. For the city that never sleeps, it really is just one huge party. Flashing lights, and the chime of slot machines. There are lots of great places to shop, amazing restaurants and nightclubs to go to. The list goes on and on. But I've seen all that before. What I really "saw" this time in Vegas was something different. If you have never been to "sin city", then let me paint the picture from my eyes. Walking down the strip, you can't cover a single block without seeing them. They tend to be mainly of Mexican decent, wearing shirts with ad info plastered front and back. And in their hands are cards or flyers for girls. They slap the cards to make sound, and extend one to each person that passes, trying to get you to take one. They don't say a word, just slap the cards, and push their hand out. Everyone knows if you're not interested to just ignore them. But even as I walked by, I just couldn't ignore them. I thought to myself, what a waste. These people are just standing on the street for hours and hours handing out cards. I imagine they get minimal pay, and for such a worthless job. This is Vegas, everyone knows that prostitution is legal. If you are looking for that, it's not hard to find. Why do these people have to pass out cards, most of which just end up littering the streets anyway? They could be working, doing something useful. They have more to give. I bet anything, if they had a better job option, they would take it. It made me wish that I could find a way to legislate banning card soliciting on the strip. Give these people a job they can be proud of, that accomplishes something. They deserve better.

The next thing that I saw bothered me as much if not more. I saw dozens of homeless people, sleeping wherever they could, most with cardboard signs asking for help. After my experience of seeing homeless people on the benches while running the Philly Marathon this year I made the decision. I won't pass another homeless person without giving something, if I have anything on me that I can give. I know that a lot of people resist giving, because they worry that the money will be spent on anything but what's really needed. I know that concern has kept me from giving in the past. But I've decided that I would rather give, and take that risk, then to pass by someone who is in need. You never know how you will impact people. And I do believe that kindness can go a long way. These people are used to being ignored. They are used to having people turn their heads away. But I'm not turning my head away anymore. Just acknowledging, and taking a moment out of your day to talk with that person with the cardboard sign may be the only love anyone has shown them in such a long time. To me this is such a simple step, but I am dead serious to follow it through. We have become so conditioned to ignore the things we don't like. Be willing to see hope, and give it!

Best Santa costume!

The Santa run is the largest gathering of Santas and your registration (only $35) includes a 5 piece Santa suit for you to run in. You get to keep the suit, and I can't even begin to tell you how excited my 5 year old son was when I shared that news with him. Every year this event is held to raise funds for charity and it also goes after the world record for the most Santas in one place. To me, it sounded like a real blast! This was a fun run, not for time. And people of all ages and abilities came out to participate, either for the 5k or 1 mile walk. There were small kids in Santa suits, wagons and wheelchairs.

With Jeremy before the run, minus our white beards

People even came with their dogs, many dressed as a canine Santa. Jeremy and I decided to run together, and it was a fantastically beautiful morning when we got to the shopping center to pick up our packets. The event itself lacked a lot of organization, but aside from that, it was fun. They were giving out candy canes, playing Christmas tunes and even the mayor showed up with festive showgirls to show support.

We got together with some of Jeremy's friends from college that lived in the area that afternoon and enjoyed some time away from the strip. Before we knew it, it was getting late, and we still hadn't had dinner. We went to P.F. Changs for some Chinese, but it was an hour long wait. No problem, we'll just hang out in the casino. I put $20 in slots to gamble, and after going down and up, cashed out with $21.00. I decided I wasn't going to let Vegas take any of my money, even if all I walked away with was a $1. That was the extent of my gambling in Vegas. After dinner, we went back to the room to relax. With the race starting at 7am the following morning, I knew that most runners would probably head to bed early. Of course Saturday night is a huge party night, with all the clubs raging way into the early morning hours. I had decided long before I got to Vegas, that I wasn't going to worry about sleep the night before the race. I have run under just about every condition imaginable. So we went out to a club and had fun. I danced and had a couple beers. We left when Jeremy just couldn't stay awake anymore. I was actually feeling great, and if he hadn't wanted to go, I very well might have just stayed up all night. We got into bed at a quarter to 3 and that meant I'd be getting less than 3 hours sleep.

Ready to go out!

Maybe I should have just stayed up. That was the thought running through my head as I tried to pull myself together in the morning. The dark circles under my eyes evidence to the lack of sleep from the past couple days. I moved in slow motion getting ready, and made the walk down to the start line. It was a cool morning, but was looking to warm up nicely. Vegas closes down the strip for the marathon it was weird to see it completely empty. I grabbed a cold double espresso drink on my way out. I really needed the energy, but wondered how it would effect me with the run. I normally have a small cup of coffee if possible before my marathons, but never two shots of espresso!

With lots of corrals and a wave start, I didn't even cross over the start mat till almost 15 minutes into the race. With a rock' n' roll event, we were treated to bands all along the way, including at the start and finish line. And in true Vegas style, there was a "run through" wedding chapel for couples who wanted to get married on the course and a ton of runners dressed as Elvis. I tried to keep count, but I stopped after 11.

Hey look its Elvis...again...

We made our way down the strip, running the entire length, and then heading through some of the older parts of Vegas. Then it was back up the strip again. This part of the run was fun and gave you lots to take in. Plenty of people had come out to cheer us on,and you got to see every hotel/casino along the way and a cluster of wedding chapels too. As tired as I was, I felt pretty good all things considered. The caffeine had definitely kicked in, I was wide awake and just hoping it would last. As we approached the half way point, the half marathoners split from us, and the full marathon runners turned out and away from the strip.

The course took us through semi residential/industrial areas in the form of a loop. I had run the first half well, and now into the second half, I started to struggle. It wasn't a physical thing, but more a mental thing. I kept thinking, "I can just slow down and walk now. I'm tired. I have plenty of time, all I need to do is finish." The other part of me wrestled with the idea of just taking it easy now. Sure I would still finish ahead of the cut off time, but why was it I wanted to take it easy? It wasn't because my legs couldn't take it. It was because my feet hurt like no one's business and I'm sure I was having a caffeine crash. All of which, was due to being out too late last night. It had been my decision to stay out late. And I felt like I needed to pay that price and do the best that I could. I wasn't running this race just to finish, I was running on behalf of Shane, who is orphaned in South Africa. Most of the orphans I have run for this year have been younger children. Shane on the other hand is 21. However, unlike most 21 year old's here in the US, Shane is still in high school. His mother died years ago, he has no idea of the whereabouts of his father, and he has spent the last several years caring for his younger siblings. It's funny in a way that I would run for someone who is 21, as a lot of young people make a trip to Vegas to celebrate turning 21. It's such a different mentality for Shane and his situation. He's lost most of his childhood, forced to have to step in as a parent for his siblings. As a result, he's been unable able to attend school on a regular basis. He doesn't have the carefree party attitude that is the life of Vegas. His is on survival. It's a quick reminder of why this year of marathons has been so important. It's giving Shane hope for a better life.

Shane

Running the second half of the race was super tough for me. It was still mostly flat, but I was exhausted. I fought the temptation to walk almost the entire time. And at mile 18, I had the epiphany that maybe staying out until almost 3 the night before wasn't such a good idea. But I wasn't going to short change what I had set out to do because of my own stupidity. I have been injured this year and there have been times I have had to take races easier, and slower, in order to be able to continue on my journey. While I don't think I've been 100% for a long time, I knew that what was holding me back today was my own cause and effect. And I refused to let that be reason enough to not push. So push I did. One mile at a time, one step at a time.

At mile 22, I slowed down to walk and call Jeremy, letting him know where I was on the course so that hopefully he could see me at the finish. His phone went to voicemail and I left a message about the struggle I was having with wanting to walk. But I also told him I was worried to slow down and walk because I might fall asleep! That's seriously how tired I felt.

Heading into the second half of the race

This is it for pictures of the second half, I was too tired to even take pictures

(plus there wasn't much to take photos of)

It was everything in me to keep going. And the last few miles seemed to drag on forever. As we approached the finish area I felt just awful. I had made sure not to have too many drinks the night before so that that wouldn't be an issue, but everything felt icky. I just kept thinking of Shane, and that kept me on course. I crossed in 4:10, happy to be done, and wanting to collapse. I called Jeremy to try and meet up with him. Apparently he had been mixed up by the fact that the full and half marathoners were separated for the finish line, and he missed seeing me. He was half a mile away from the finish line. Right then and there I was overcome with devastation. I had wanted him to see me finish this race so badly. I had just gutted everything out of myself on the course and I wanted him to walk me back to the hotel. Hearing that he wasn't there really shattered me. It was everything I could do to keep from crying. I started to make my way back toward the hotel and he made his way toward me. When I saw him I just broke out in uncontrollable tears. I don't know why I was so emotional. I think the toll of this year, with this being marathon #50 and how much I had to dig in myself to run that pace, combined with very little sleep the past 2 days, I just fell apart. He held me and I cried. As I have been getting closer to the finish of this year, I have found myself becoming more emotional about the races. But I have never broken down like this. I tried to stop my tears and collect myself, but I just couldn't. We started making our way back, and at one point some woman came up to me to ask me if I was ok. I guess I really wasn't, but I told her I was. Sometimes you just need to cry.

The walk back to the hotel seemed unbearably long. My feet were raw, and my right leg was feeling not right. It felt like an IT band issue. After having had a ton of IT problems with the opposite leg this year, I had a pretty good notion that that was the culprit. As we made our way back, I passed several homeless people. In keeping with my decision, I took the money from my pocket and gave to each person I passed until I had nothing left. It wasn't a ton of money, but it made me feel good to give it.

I have learned so many things from this year. One that really stands out right now is the need to be ever present. Vegas gives you plenty of chances. Sure you can throw your money down on the table, and from there it's really just up to chance. You gotta hope you have a little luck on your side. But the choice to put your money down is there to start with. In the same way, you have to make the choice. Don't go through your days with tunnel vision. I challenge you to choose to open your eyes to what is around you, even if what you see isn't easy to look at. See the things you have neglected to see before. See where you can make a difference, and bring hope. You may not win anything, but what you will gain is unmeasurable.

My medal

"Everything that is done in the world is done by hope" - Martin Luther King Jr.

Final Race Stats:
4:10:58 - finishing time
1,906 out of 5,154 overall
538 out of 2,141 women
94 out of 357 in my age group (25-29)

My weekend....Part 2....Space Coast Marathon....for Bekazi...

2010-12-04T12:33:00.000-08:00

My second marathon of the weekend took me to Cocoa, Florida. After a hurried trip to the airport following marathon #1, and a delayed flight, I finally got in to the hotel about 10pm. This is the first time I have had to really "travel" between marathons when doing a double. And let me tell you, I really missed that nap I usually squeeze in between my doubles! I had hoped to get a little shut eye on the flight, but I forgot about Orlando flights. A good portion of the passengers are usually children (going to/from Disney World) and as you can imagine, it's usually pretty loud. Today was just that, having children myself, I can understand. Still, I missed the nap!

I was running the Space Coast Marathon as part of the marathonpacing.com team and I roomed with Amy, who was pacing the 2:10 half marathon group. With a super early race start, I felt bad getting to the hotel so late. I knew Amy probably wanted to be crawling into bed already. I know I wanted to be asleep hours ago; I was beyond exhausted. My experience running doubles this year made me feel confident enough to take on the job of pacing for the second half of this weekend, but it also added a lot of stress. With how I felt at that moment, I began to dig holes in my confidence. Was I going to pay the ultimate price the next day? I had runners counting on me to carry them for 26.2 miles of consistent running, God please let me have the strength for the task at hand! I laid out my gear for the morning, said a prayer and got into bed.

As tired as I was, I slept awful. I tossed and turned, I just couldn't get comfortable. Having to be up at 4:15, I really really wanted to get some decent sleep. I didn't even get 5 hours. I don't know what kind of sick habit this is, but for each and every weekend that I've run double marathons this year, I've somehow managed to get 6 or less hours sleep the nights before each race. When the alarm went off, I could hardly drag myself out of bed. I looked far more haggard than I even felt. I knew I was in for an interesting and challenging day. What's the answer to lack of energy, and missed sleep? Coffee! What else?! I turned on the little coffee pot by the sink. I needed all the help I could get! Amy and I added some space themed temp tattoos to complete our look. I was hoping they would draw the attention away from the bags under my eyes. Pace signs in hand, we headed out.

Our pace team

It was still pitch black outside, and the area near the start line was lit up with Christmas lights. I brought my headlamp, as I was unsure how dark it would remain once we started. Our pace team took a couple group pictures and then it was time to get in place. I was feeling very out of it still, hoping I'd find the energy to carry myself through for the race. Today it wasn't a matter of what I felt like. I had everyone else counting on me. I suppose in a way I was ready for this. I know, no matter what, every time I step up to the start line, I have to carry through. Quitting is not an option. I have held true to that over the course of this year, and today would be no different. And maybe in that moment I just needed to remember all the hard weeks when I dealt with pain.

Everyone looks way more awake and ready than me!

I got acquainted with my group of runners and we watched a shuttle launch projection on a mega screen by the start line, a count down to our "take off." As the half and full marathoners ran two different routes, we didn't have a huge group planning to pace with me. It was me and maybe 15 or so, all aiming for a 4:45 finish. Hitting the dark streets we made our way out toward the water, I was full of anticipation what I hoped would be a beautiful sunrise. We got it, and I even managed to get a quick picture. The plan was simple, run consistent, walk through water stops and keep everyone motivated. I got a chance to share with my group about my running journey this year and why I was running. They shared the inspirations behind their run. The energy was high, and everyone had a smile on their face.

I was running on behalf of Bekazi, who is 15 and one of over 2,000 orphans that are being helped through my running this year. Bekazi was abandoned by her parents and now has no one to look after her. As you can see in the picture, she is in her school uniform and heading to school For children like Bekazi, 25:40 works hard to ensure that she has a relative or a neighbor who will take charge of her. There are so many who are abandoned. That is also why 25:40 is anxious to begin to begin work on their pilot after-care program at the Canzibe mission. They are currently in the process of designing a building that will serve as a place for children to come after school for a hot meal, some tutoring, social work services, and a safe place to stay for the afternoon.There are one or two places like this in the Ngqeleni District, but not nearly enough to serve the needs of so many orphans. Once 25:40 gets this program established they plan to copy the process in villages throughout the district with the hope that one day each village will be able to look after its own orphans after school properly. Your donations go to projects like this, and has a huge impact on many lives. I can't tell you how far even a gift of $10 goes for these children!

"Bekazi"

I had several runners doing their first marathon and a couple who were experienced. We came from all different parts of the country, from students to parents, young and old. I had a couple other runners in the group that were taking part in their own charity fundraising through endurance events and it was great to hear about the work they were doing. We stayed strong, and mostly together over the first 8-10 miles. Aside from the runners, the area was quiet. We ran along residential streets, and I suspect most people were still slumbering. If they were up, I'm guessing they looked out their window and thought to themselves, "what on earth are those people doing?" It's funny to think about, but even just a few years ago, that would have been going through my mind if I was looking out the window. I never got why anyone would want to punish themselves that way. Funny how drastic my impressions of running has changed.

Before I knew it we had hit 13 miles. I had been paying close attention to my runners and really didn't take in the scenery. We were running somewhat of an out and back course and I tried to keep us as close as possible to our planned 10:53 pace. I noticed that the temps had jumped quite a bit, the sun now directly overhead. From that point on, some of my runners struggling to keep pace. For me personally, the weather was a drastic shift from my marathon the day before. On Saturday I ran in 35-45 degree temps, with wind. Today it was over 60 when we started, and it was looking to be in the upper 70's for a high. Talk about night and day! I tired to make sure everyone stayed well hydrated and with aid stations every couple miles we made plenty of stops.

One of the best parts about this race was the unique space theme. I saw a few people in costumes, including a double headed alien and the Jetsons. The best was Neytiri from Avatar. This girl had the entire look, including the blue face paint and braids. It had to be uncomfortable to run in, especially with how warm it was, but what a great costume!

Aside from the aid stations there were very few spectators on the course and very few banners/signs. The volunteers and aid stations workers encouraged us along. Keeping with the space them, volunteers were dressed as NASA employees in blue jump suits. Aid stations had different space themes (Star Wars was big).

They also had shuttle launching pictures set up along the course and pictures of earth from outer space, etc. The pasta dinner the night before had been at the Kennedy Space center and I wish I had been able to arrive in time to have gone. I heard it was fantastic, and I saw this photo from the event on the race website. How cool is that?

By mile 18 or so I was down to a good core 5-7 runners at any given time. I could tell that more and more people were struggling with the heat and the fatigue that comes with marathon running. I felt it too. My legs felt sluggish and drained. I knew those running with me were counting on me to motivate and help them along so I did my best. Our group was coming up along walkers on a regular basis by this point, and every now and then I could encourage one to join with us. But by the same token, I was finding more and more people drop off, especially as we went through aid stations. During those last several miles our group was ever changing.

By the time I hit mile 23 or so I was pretty much alone. I stayed the pace and tried to encourage walkers as I came up to them. Most just kept on walking. I heard a lot of "oh crap" as I came up behind people. Apparently they wanted to beat 4:45 and didn't want to get passed by me. I also had my pace sign break on me, twice. The course was nice and flat, but the wind just did more poor sign in. Since I was pacing I didn't get to take as many pictures as I normally would have, but I can't tell you how strange it felt to be running in the sun, with palm trees.

Alone at mile 24

I met lots of great people on the course, and hoped I was a help to those who ran with me. I crossed the finish line in 4:44:27, alone and waited several minutes for some of the runners who had dropped back the last couple miles. It was great to be the first to congratulate them with a hug or high five! I found myself wanting to lay in the Florida sun for a bit, but it was back to the hotel for a shower and right back to the airport. Fun times! Thankfully my flight home was not delayed, security was far better than expected and I was heading home!

I knew that all the insanity of this weekend would pay off in a few weeks, when I will get to spend Christmas weekend at home with my family. Space Coast was marathon #49 of the year and I'm sure some of you are wondering what I'm planning to do once I hit 52. I've been brainstorming plans for next year and the challenges I will undertake. And as this journey wraps up, I will share more about what lies ahead for 2011. As you may have noticed running doubles has put me ahead of schedule and at this point it looks like I will run marathon #52 at the Jacksonville Bank Marathon in a couple weeks. Having completed 52 in less than 52 weeks, I feel like I can take a load off, and am really really looking forward to enjoying the next weekend (Christmas) at home with my family. I plan to continue with the rest of my scheduled marathons until I hit my original finish date of Jan 15th. I'll just end up with a few more than 52 for the year and I see it as just that many more opportunities to help these orphans.

'How wonderful is it that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world."

"No one has ever become poor by giving" - quotes by Anne Frank

Please donate! The need is great!

My weekend...Part 1...Northern Central Trail Marathon....for Axo

2010-12-01T11:48:00.000-08:00

This was the start of what would be an insanely busy weekend. Every weekend is crazy busy it seems. But with having Thanksgiving, Black Friday and pair of very logistically challenging marathons on the busiest travel weekend of the year; I knew this time around, I was taking an extra dose of crazy!

I didn't even have to wait for the weekend. I could feel my mind spinning and my heart racing on Friday as I was trying to get everything in order, figuring how to make everything work. Let's just say it was a stressful day (perhaps the lack of sleep, and shopping the Black Friday deals had a little something to do with it too).

Saturday morning I left my house at 5:30 and made the drive up to Sparks, Maryland. I got there with plenty of time to pick up my packet and was so thankful for the warmth of the elementary school that we were able to use pre and post race. It was a bitter cold 35 degrees outside, yes winter is on it's way. I got to see my friend Marlin, who has been making great strides in his running/weight loss goals and it was great to catch up. I had several friends doing this race, including Morgan Cummings, who just recently set the world record for being the youngest woman to run all 50 states + DC. She has run almost all of her marathons this year and as you can imagine we've run into each other quite often at these races.

As the time drew close for the start, people started making their way outside. I hesitated, and watched as everyone passed by. I just didn't feel like facing the cold or the wind, just yet.

On the plus side, the sun was bright overhead and maybe it would warm up a tad. I finally faced the inevitable and made my way to the starting mats. Breathing warm air into my gloves, clasping them around my face, I thought about Axo, who is 5 and orphaned in South Africa. He was the reason I was bearing the cold today. This race, this day, isn't just about running miles and fund-raising, it's about life changing!

I want to share with you the work that 25:40 has been doing to help these orphans, and how it is impacting their lives.

Funding goes to help with ARV (anti-retroviral) clinics, treating HIV and are set up on a regular basis at the Canzibe Hospital in the Ngqeleni District. These anti-retroviral treatments help boost the immune system and are vital for those with HIV. At these clinics children are able to get a month's worth of ARV's and get checked by a nurse. They are also able to get food, participate in activities to help them bond with one another and provide education.

It is imperative that those being treated stay on their ARV's regularly. Sadly, poverty, hunger, malnutrition and stigma all affect whether people take their medications. With children, it is especially difficult to ensure that they are adhering to their treatment schedule. And without a steady source of good nutrition, the ARv's can wreak havoc on a person's body, which is why nutrition plays such a significant role.

But giving out food only makes a dent in a much larger problem. This is why one of the projects that 25:40 is helping fund is taking that need a step further. Through this project, 240 orphans and their caregivers are being trained to start and maintain a food garden on their property. They are growing root vegetables and grains, giving them a chance to become less reliant on handouts and helping them become more self-sufficient. There is an old Chinese proverb that says "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." It's so true, and the benefits of programs like this just continue to grow and blossom over and over. This is why I am running. Because I don't think I have ever really gone hungry before. And if I had, it was because of my own stubborn will, not for lack of food. These children on the other hand know nothing but hunger. This is about changing their lives, not just giving them food. Giving them the tools, and the knowledge to grow their own food. That right there - is real hope.

As I write this, it seems more than appropriate that I'm talking about the needs and issues of children dealing with AIDS, because today is World AIDS Day. There are lots of pages with campaigns, this is just one of them. The work being done in South Africa for these children is just part of a much bigger picture, of much greater needs. I urge you to take a moment to see what is happening in our collective fight against AIDS. Over 33 million people world wide are living with AIDS, that's more than the population of more than 20 U.S. States combined! Trust me, I added the populations up! This affects all of us, not just those who suffer from it.

I chatted with several runners during the race, but one woman in particular really stuck a chord with me. We were talking about running and training. She had recently seen a video about inner city kids involved in a running program, designed to help them train to run a marathon. Having grown up as an inner city kid herself, she really related with one girl on the film, who's attitude kept her from being able to participate in the marathon. And she wanted to do something to help that girl, to reach out to her - to help her with her attitude - and personally help her finally run a marathon.

When you see a need, and really take it to heart like that, it's priceless. What you can give, what you can do, is worth far more than any money you could donate. You really take the burden on your shoulders for someone else's sake. I think we all need to help carry the burden of another. Not to weigh us down, but to bring others up, and in the process, really teach us the meaning of Thanksgiving when that burden is no longer there.

Another saying - "You can't truly appreciate something until it's no longer there." We all believe that, but do we really live it? "Give till it hurts." OK, so I'm full of sayings today, but the point is, if we are not sacrificing anything, we really are not giving much of ourselves. And what this woman wanted to do, to help a struggling teen, was about giving from her heart. Running with her, and talking with her about what she wanted to do to help, her ideas, was one of the highlights of my run. It's so uplifting and encouraging to hear the hearts of others. It puts life back in perspective. Because we all have bills to pay, schedules to keep, and round the world goes. But we miss so much of this life, when we forget to care for those around us.

What is it that you have a heart for? I know I've said it before, but with a New Year right around the corner, it's something to really think about. What can you do or give in 2011 that will make a difference? Are you on the treadmill of life, or actively following that call? We all have something to give, what is it for you?

House right off the trail had a huge gnome family!

For all the great people I met on the trail that day, those running their first marathon, those who had run this trail marathon time and time again, it brought calm. The conversations made the miles fly by. This wasn't a race with a lot of spectators or supporters, but those that were, made us feel like champions. It was a peaceful and reflecting run. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking about the time.

I was running without a watch, so I was keeping whatever pace felt good. However, knowing that I had a very small window of time between running, finishing, getting a shower and getting to BWI for my flight to Florida (for my next marathon) meant a bit of stress. I didn't want to risk missing my flight and I knew the airports were likely to be crowded with all the travelers heading back from their holiday weekend.

I tried to keep my focus where it needed to be and just keep on keeping on. I'm sure that mental weight of making my schedule caused me run somewhat faster than planned and I hoped and prayed I wouldn't pay for it tomorrow.

The last couple miles, back on the road, and those rolling hills felt like so much more work than they looked. But it was all worth it to cross the finish line in 4:17 and head back indoors for some heat and very quick hot cup of soup. I really wanted to stay and chat with friends, but I grabbed my food and went straight to the car.

I drove to a local Anytime Fitness Gym, got a quick shower, and went straight to the airport. Car parked, through security and to the terminal gate, just to find out that my flight had been delayed. I was already getting in darn late, so that just added to the mix. And keeping with my positive approach for the day, at least I didn't miss my flight!

They gave out great sweatshirts and I have to fight Austin to wear it!

My medal

Final Race Stats:
4:17:21 - finishing time
241 out of 400 overall
58 out of 137 women
18 out of 45 for my age group (20-29)

(I will have my post of the Space Coast Marathon up by Friday)

A reason to give thanks........

2010-11-26T18:27:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. For the last few years running has become a part of my holiday festivities. Knowing the food that will be consumed, and wanting to incorporate family time, I started getting in morning run at home.

That's right, I get on my treadmill, turn on the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade and knock out 10 miles while the kids and I enjoy the bands, floats and balloons. This year, was a little different. As I am planning to run 2 marathons this weekend, I decided I should probably do the smart thing and cut down on my miles. I was just going to do a 10k (6.2 miles), but got caught up watching the tv more than I was my treadmill screen and wound up running 8 miles. The best part is the post run. Nothing beats homemade pumpkin pie, and yes, that is my traditional Thanksgiving post-run breakfast!

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family and I just wanted to take a few minutes to list a few of the many blessings I am thankful for this year:

I'm thankful for a family who has been beyond supportive of me this year....and a husband who was even willing to lend a hand in the kitchen for prep and clean up. How I ever got so lucky to find such a wonderful man I don't know!

I'm thankful for a body that has somehow managed to make it this far, in spite of debilitating injuries.

I'm thankful for cinnamon sugar donuts...no explanation needed!

I'm thankful for days off, late mornings, and naps.

I'm thankful for 25:40, the work they are doing to improve the lives of the orphans I am running for, and their sheer dedication to love and minister to the needs in South Africa.

More than anything, I'm thankful for God who has blessed me with all this....

Blessings to all of you - and hope your turkey day was stuffed full of good things (especially pie!)!

Make a wish!

"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever." - 1 Chronicles 16:34

Philadelphia Marathon...for Nancy

2010-11-23T14:00:00.000-08:00

Finally recovering from being sick, I was eagerly anticipating the Philadelphia Marathon this past Sunday. This was going to be more than just a race weekend, as I was going to present a seminar at the expo and have a chance to share my experiences from my year of marathon running! I was thrilled to have the opportunity, and also somewhat nervous about it. I've had plenty of experience with public speaking starting at a young age, and don't have any issues talking in front of groups. Still, it's hard not to have some anticipation jitters, or, I'm just a bit of a stress case (the later is quite likely).

Getting there was half the battle. Every time I've gone to Philly, there has always been a lot of traffic congestion and this weekend was no different. Having left later than I planned and dealing with the masses of cars meant arriving only an hour or so before I had to speak!

My friend Cathy had kindly offered to let me stay with her for the weekend, so after dropping my stuff off at the hotel, we made the short walk down to the expo and I said a quick prayer that all would run smoothly for my talk. I had been given 40 minutes to 1 hour to talk, and even for someone like me, with a lot of words, that's a huge chunk of time. I had prepared slides to go with my talk, highlighting some of the stories of this year. My presentation followed Bart Yasso's talk and a few of my friends came by to see it.

As I went to get set up, I noticed that the sign outside the seminar tent listed me as "author of 52 marathons in 52 weeks." Obviously I haven't written any books (just blogs), as I'm still on my running journey. I'm not sure where they got mixed up with that info, but it made me chuckle. It was really great to be able to share about my year, the children I'm running for, and how I ended up in this crazy running journey in the first place. Before I knew it, 45 minutes had passed, and I was done.

As I was planning to have dinner with Cathy and several other running friends, I had a short time to wander through the expo and I talked with more people than actually seeing booths. Afterward I kicked myself because I was really looking forward to stopping at one booth in particular, Try Chips. They offer awesome 100 calorie pack "chips" made from 100% fruits and on top of being all natural, they taste great! I've been eating them for snacks lately and was hoping to pick up some more samples from them. Oh well!

Back to the hotel, and on to dinner. We all met up at this little restaurant called Victor's Cafe. It didn't look like much from the outside, but it was the dinning experience like no other! I opted to have the grilled salmon and veggies, not my normal take before a marathon, but it sounded good. The food was wonderful, the time with friends was awesome, and the wait staff was out of this world amazing. This self-proclaimed "music lovers' rendezvous," restaurant has been around since 1918, when it was opened by John DiStephano. They offer Italian cuisine served by opera-singing waiters! Every 15 minutes or so, one of the wait staff would ring a bell to quiet the restaurant down, and then proceed to sing an opera piece for us. I'd never seen anything like it before and they had some extremely gifted singers. We were all blown away by the talent, and I was kicking myself for leaving my camera at the hotel!

After more than a long day, I was glad to get a decent night sleep. Morning came too soon, as it usually does, and it was time to get moving. Cathy and I made our way to the start, stopping to take a few pictures as we made our way to the start line.

Getting ready

With Cathy, and Laura Yasso

Beautiful fountain

After a quick trip to the port-o-potty, it was time to pack in with the crowd of 20,000+ runners that were gearing to take to the streets, running either the full or half. They had a wave start to help minimize crowding on the streets, but even so I felt like a good portion of the early miles had congestion.

Shortly after taking off, I saw a couple park benches off to the left of me, obviously occupied with homeless folks who were trying to sleep. I struggled with seeing that, as the temps were in the 30's, and I had been freezing before we started moving. I realize that in every part of the world there are homeless people who are living the same life, but it just breaks my heart. I had put some money in my pocket for after the race in case I needed to get something on my way back to the hotel, and I wanted nothing more than to just go over and give it to the men on the park benches. I couldn't as they were far from the course and corral gates were in place to keep spectators off the streets, away from the runners. But as I ran, I had them in my mind.

City Hall - amazing!

China Town

Philadelphia is one of several large cities that has a great non profit program called Back on my Feet.
It's a nonprofit organization that helps homeless people by engaging them in running as a means to build skills that will allow them to become successful, such as confidence, strength and self-esteem. I have several friends that are involved with Back on my Feet programs and I think the work they do is wonderful and life changing. It's just another good example of ways in which running can make a serious positive impact on people's lives.

There are people everywhere in need. Philly was marathon #47 on my quest and with only a few marathons left to hit my goal of 52, I find myself feeling increasingly pulled by what I can do next. These races end, but I know my journey won't.

I ran the Philadelphia Marathon for Nancy, who is 14 and orphaned in South Africa. Looking at her picture, I can't help but think how much she resembles Michelle Obama. She has strikingly similar features. But Nancy's world is nothing like ours. Her mother is dead, and her father is gone. She and her siblings, take part in a food program that 25:40 helps sponsor and it's uncertain who, if anyone, is caring for her. Like the homeless people I passed, she has little.

Nancy

I know I can't fix everything, or save everyone, but it was my prayer that today would bring some hope to her life. It all has to start somewhere. And sometimes that start is just being willing to open our eyes to the need. We are conditioned to turn away from the unpleasant. It's so much easier to look away, than to have to face the pain that people face, because, quite frankly, it makes us uncomfortable. I think we all need to go a little out of our way and be uncomfortable. Take a moment, and put yourself in the shoes of the woman you see standing along the side of the road with the cardboard sign. Try and see the person behind the ragged clothes and unkempt hair when they pass by. I know that with the holiday season upon us, many of us take part in different ways of giving. I challenge you, to take your giving a step farther. And by that I don't mean you have to give more money, or buy more. But make your giving personal. Don't be afraid to talk to that person that everyone walks by. Maybe you know someone that is going to be alone this holiday season that you can open your home up to and share a meal.

All these things were passing through my mind as I ran. We ran along shops and the sides of the streets were packed with people cheering, but I didn't hear any of it. I kept thinking. We passed by landmarks and through water stops, I took pictures, but I kept on thinking. At one point I saw a mile marker sign and it read 9 miles. "Nine Miles? Have we really gone nine miles?" I literally asked that to the guy running next to me. The last mile marker I had seen was at mile 3, no joke.

Nearing the half way point we split off from the half marathoners and the road opened up. With the second half having an out and back portion, I found myself entertained by watching all the fast runners pass us on their way back to the finish. It is a thing of sheer beauty, the speed with which some people can run. I cheered for them, their determination and effort, giving me new found energy as well. I know a lot of people dislike out and back courses. I on the other hand don't mind it in the least and I love hitting the turn around point knowing that I am now heading home.

I took a little extra time in those later miles, stopping at mile 18 for beer (2 cups), mile 20 to take off my jacket and wrap it around my waist, and again, at mile 22, to hit the other side of the beer station (for another 2 cups). I probably took in more beer than energy gel on the course, but I was having a good time and the last couple of miles I felt no lack of energy.

At mile 24 I finally looked at my watch. I had avoided checking it the entire race, but curiosity got the best of me. I was running faster than I had thought and seeing my time was good motivation to keep up my pace. Coming through to the finish line, I gave a high-five to Bart Yasso who was announcing at the finish and pushed through with a time of 4:07, my 4th fastest marathon time this year.

Best sign on the course!

Walking back to the hotel, my mind was still churning from the run. I still had Nancy and the homeless folks on my mind. The idea for this year started on a run. And I began to wonder where the ideas floating through my mind on today's run would take me....

"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all" - Emily Dickenson

Final Race Stats:
4:07:15 - finishing time
4,426 out of 8,942 overall
1,415 out of 3,758 women
378 out of 962 for my age group (25-29)

Another Double! Part 2....Harrisburg Marathon...for

2010-11-18T19:43:00.000-08:00

Going into the weekend my goal had been to finish Richmond on Saturday and assess how much I had left for Sunday. Thankfully, in spite of being sick, things came together for Richmond, giving me new found confidence that I would be well enough to run Harrisburg on Sunday.

Although it was a downright gorgeous fall day on Saturday, when I got home from the marathon all I wanted to do was sleep. I got a hot shower, short nap and tried to work on replacing calories. Asking my body to run another 26.2 in the morning meant I needed to eat and I still had no appetite. I got my clothes ready for the morning, laid all my gear out on the counter and plugged in all my gadgets. I watched a movie. But I still couldn't eat much.

I have a bad habit of getting less than average sleep during the weekends of my doubles and this weekend was no different. I got 6 hours on Friday night and another 6 on Saturday night. Sunday morning I was up by 5am, getting ready for my 2 hour drive to Harrisburg. I actually don't mind early morning drives like that. The roads are empty and it's peaceful and quiet. Coffee in hand, I headed out the door.

I arrived with plenty of time to pick up my packet and just relaxed in my warm car. And for the what seems like the trillionth time in the past few months, my Garmin was having battery issues and refused to turn on. I'd be running this one blind and lucky for me, it wasn't a big deal. As long as I could finish, time wasn't really of the essence.

View from the bridge before the start

Anyone who runs doubles will tell you every weekend is a different experience. Different courses, different conditions, and its always a matter of how well your legs are prepared for the work that second day. As we lined up for the start, I began doubting my race in Richmond. I had run it significantly faster than I had planned, especially with having to run again the next day. I hadn't really paid much attention to my pace yesterday and I was hoping I wasn't going to regret that today.

Everyone ready to roll!

Starting out we ran over the bridge from City Island, a small scenic island in the Susquehanna River. The views were lovely, and the temperatures once again perfect for running. It's not uncommon for my legs to be tired and somewhat heavy at the start of the second marathon on a double weekend. Within a few miles things start to warm up and everything is a bit easier. Today, I didn't notice any tiredness. As a matter of fact, it didn't feel like I had run at all the day before. Strange as that was to me, I wasn't about to question it, and hoped that it would continue to hold true for the rest of the day.

We headed through the historic Shipoke area along, running along the water and I did my best to take it all in. I ran Harrisburg last year for the first time, and today I noticed so much more than I remember seeing last year. I think my taking photos on the courses this year has made me appreciate the beauty of my runs in a very different way. My eyes are not just scanning the road, looking for footing/potholes, the next mile marker ahead or where the next turn is taking us. This year I've been seeing the world through the eyes of a photographer, always looking for something to capture and take away from the run. And there was lots of beauty to take from Harrisburg.

I paid no attention to my pace, but tried to just run comfortable. I felt good and I had no more head fog. We got to make a loop on the Island, crossing back over the bridge we had started on, and then heading back over another bridge, that we would cross one more time to hit the finish line. Before I knew it we had covered 9 miles and I felt like we had just started. I love it when time stands till on a run.

The middle section of the race is run through a bleak area. It seems very industrial to me (and imagine that, after looking at the course map, I saw that the road is named Industrial Road). It lacks the beauty given in the earlier portion of the race. Large rigs were passing us as we ran along the side of the road, the exhaust fumes making it that much more unpleasant. This part of the course was just as uninteresting to me last year, and I didn't bother to take any pictures. Trust me, you are not missing anything here. The one good part, it was mostly flat.

Nearing mile 19 we made our way out to Wildwood Lake Nature Park and ran a few miles back in the beauty of nature. Unfortunately, this area also offered the only real hills on the course. They were not extreme, but this late in the race, all hills feel like so much work.

This kid was all over the course cheering us on

I gave it what I had left and during those last few minutes I focused solely on Michael, the 12 year old boy who I was running for. He is about to have another birthday, right before Christmas, but he is unlikely to have any celebration. His mother died many years ago and he does not know where his father is. Thankfully he is attending school, and takes part in a food program sponsored by 25:40, that provides emergency food parcels for those who are in serious need. As you can see from his picture, he is very thin and is probably malnourished. Children like Michael get big tubs of peanut butter as a part of their food parcels and it means the world to them.

"Michael"

Whatever energy I could muster up I did. And I pushed till the very end, crossing the bridge and hitting the finish line in 4:18.

The finishing bridge (picture taken earlier when we were heading out)

I felt overwhelmed with emotion as I was handed my medal and began walking from the finish area. I don't deserve a medal, Michael does. I can run, I can push myself, but I don't know how I would manage to live the life he faces. It's been such a long year. This weekend was a big push with being sick, and somehow I had managed to run faster than the day before. Somehow my body had allowed me to do what seemed impossible to me. And right then and there I wanted to fall to my knees and thank God. He has carried me through 46 marathons this year, and I can't begin to express just what that means to me.

We all travel our own roads, our own paths. And the road I ran today I traveled for Michael. He may never know me, but through this journey, it's my prayer that his voice is heard. His needs are made aware and he can find new hope..and a new beginning.

"Defend the weak and the fatherless; uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed." - Psalm 82:3

Final Race Stats:
4:18:41 - Finishing time
568 out of 917 overall
145 out of 296 women
23 out of 36 for my age group (25-29)

Another Double! Part 1...Richmond Marathon...for Dee-Dee

2010-11-16T20:41:00.000-08:00

After running two of the largest marathons in the country on back to back weekends (Marine Corps Marathon and New York City) , I was ready to have a less stressful, less crazy weekend. But really who was I kidding!? I was planning to run the race that got me started on this insane marathon kick, the SunTrust Richmond Marathon on Saturday, and turn around to run another semi-local marathon, the Harrisburg Marahton on Sunday, this weekend was anything but low key and easy!

Knowing that I was once again asking my body to do the impossible, and hold up for marathons on back to back days, I figured a little extra rest and TLC during the week couldn't hurt. I struggled to keep myself from the gym, but I did decide to try the Salonpas patches that I had been sent to try out. As the only FDA approved over the counter pain relieving patch, I figured it might be a good help for my left hamstring, as it's been giving me constant grief as of lately. I found the patches to be quite a unique product, as they are similar to taking a pain reliever, as they do contain NSAID (a non-steroid, anti-inflammatory drug). But unlike taking a pill, which passes through your entire bloodstream, the active ingredients in the patch go directly to the area of pain. I was curious to see if it would make a difference for my weekend madness (read on to find out). Salonpas has generously offered to send 5 of my readers their own kits to try out so if you're interested in testing it out for yourself, shoot me an email (52beginnings@gmail.com) with your name and address and the first 5 responses will get your own kit!

As the week carried on, I started to notice myself feeling less than good. I felt foggy, and in general just under the weather. I kept telling myself that getting sick is not an option. I have managed to not be sick once since I started on this journey in January. All research I've seen has directly linked a lowered immune system following running a marathon. In fact several reports have claimed that people are 6 times more likely to get sick following a marathon! That information has been something I have turned a blind eye to, as with running these every week, it seemed simply impossible to not get sick. I seriously can't afford to bet sick! So once again, I tried to just ignore the signs and just keep on like nothing. But as the weekend neared, I knew I was going to be fighting an extra tough fight. I was sick, and denial wasn't doing much for me. Neither was vitamins, or tea for that matter. Still, on Friday afternoon I pulled myself together as best I could and made the less than fun drive through traffic to Richmond.

My plan for Richmond was simple; run, and finish. I made my trip to the expo as quick as possible, simply picking up my packet and leaving. Now I have a great deal of love for the Richmond Marathon. It was my first marathon, and this was my third year running it. I had planned to hang out with friends, and mill around the expo, but getting sick was ruining all those plans. And not wanting to pass on whatever fun little germs had decided to have a hay-day with me, I figured I'd best get some good rest and hope for a better morning. As it often is with sickness, my appetite was gone. There was no pre-race carb loading. Dinner was half a sandwich, a small salad and a bag of chips. I knew I should have had more, but choking that down was killing me. This could not be good…

Race morning, head still in a fog, I got dressed and told myself you feel better. Dang it, weather you do or don't, you just have to believe it! I looked a mess, felt more of a mess, and yep, it was time to go run. I tried to stay arm's length from everyone around me, which is hard to do when people saw the back of my shirt, and wanted to chat with me about my running journey. For the first time this year I felt like I was almost trying to hide at the start area. Not that I didn't want to talk to people, but I just felt like a walking germ bag. Having gone through almost a full bag of throat drops in the last 2 days, I took out another one and popped it in my mouth. Ready or not its 8am.

The race started and I had not knowing what my body was going to do, I tried to play it safe with my pace. The first few miles were quite congested and in a way that worked well, keeping me at a nice steady and easy pace. It was a perfect fall morning, the cool temps that made me shiver at the start line, couldn't have been more fitting once we started moving.

Drums at the start

The trees in full color, the sun giving them a glow. It was a little piece of running paradise. I tried to not focus on me, but everything around me, and more importantly, on Dee-Dee, the 11 year old orphan in South Africa, who was the reason I was running. I've said it before and I'll say it again. If I was not running for these children, if they were not my focus, my motivation and I hadn't made the commitment to 25:40 on their behalf to run, I wouldn't have made it this far this year. I have pushed through injury issues, financial and occupational stress, and now being physically sick. If these 52 marathons were just for my own challenge, I wouldn't have made it through every week. And for as sick as I felt today, I would have stayed just stayed home. If this race was for me, Richmond wouldn't have happened this year. Thank God I was running for Dee-Dee and not me!

Dee-Dee

They always say people are most thankful for something or appreciate something the most when its gone, and its true. You don't think about your health, until you don't have it. It's times when your laid up in the hospital, or are recovering from surgery, that you think about how fortunate you are, that this is just temporary. You will get better, you will heal. But for a lot of the children I have run for, getting better isn't so simple. The yuck I have will go away, but many of the children I am running for have significant health issues, including tuberculosis, and AIDS. And worse yet, because of the severe poverty issues, many of these children can not get the medical care they need to help them cope. How awful is it that there are treatments that can help these children, and yet they can not get them?! That just flat out breaks my heart. This is a huge reason why I decided to take on this year of running. For those children that are HIV+, they need to be on a drug regimen of 5-6 pills twice a day which must be strictly adhered to. If there is not a parent, or caregiver, staying on top of their treatments and they miss doses, they will become resistant to the drugs. They must also have a good source of nutrition or else the drugs will not be as effective and the children will fall ill. In the United States there are 4-5 generations of ARVs (antiretroviral drugs) and antibiotics that are used to treat HIV. In South Africa, there are only 2 generations available, which means if the children become resistant, there are very few alternatives. Thinking about all that, severely puts whatever sickness I was struggling with into perspective. I'd run a marathon feeling like crap every week, if it meant these children could get the medical help they so desperately need.

Amazingly, keeping the focus off myself did wonders for me mentally, and physically. I took in each mile as it's own, I enjoyed seeing Richmond in ways I had not the last 2 times I'd run it and I made the best of the day. Mile after mile, I just kept pushing on, and eventually I found myself no longer having to push. I wasn't feeling foggy. I wasn't struggling to make it to the next mile. I was just running. So I kept on running, and of course, taking pictures. I hit the half way point, and still no signs of an energy crash.

The bridge

Around mile 15 We crossed the bridge that was monumental in the running of my first marathon. I remember feeling like the bridge went on forever, and as we were heading straight into the cold wind that morning, doubts ran through my mind. Today I welcomed the bridge and the wind. As we ran through the streets of Richmond, things were clicking and I started thinking about the crazy little thing I was about to do.

My kids were crazy excited to see this picture! I wonder why? :)

You all know I have tattoos. Like them or not, they are a part of me, and believe it or not, I have not gotten any ink in over 8 years. Several months ago, while running a marathon in Florida I passed a tattoo shop. I started thinking about how cool it would have been if the shop had been open. I would have just stopped in, got a tattoo, and kept on running. The idea stuck with me. And so I had made plans for a one of a kind experience at Richmond. I put my plan in motion, getting everything set up the day before. At mile 24 1/2 I'd be running down West Grace Street, which just so happens to be where The Absolute Art Tattoo shop is located. I told David, the artist who would be tattooing me, that I'd give him a call when I was a couple miles out so he'd know exactly when to expect me.

Perfect sign, just for me, in a mount of dirt. Yeah, don't suck Dana!

I hit mile 22, made the call and sheer excitement carried me the next two miles. I got to the shop, walked in, sat down, and within a matter of minutes I had my tattoo. I had decided to get the word "Ithemba" tattooed on my left wrist. It means hope in South Africa, and to me it is significant to the journey of this year. I couldn't think of a more appropriate time to get a tattoo to represent this year of marathons, than while I was running! As soon as the hum of the tattooing gun had gone silent, David wrapped my wrist and I headed out the door, down the stairs, and back on the road.

David setting up for my tattoo

After having had a little "break" with getting the tattoo I was more than ready to kick it in full gear for the last couple miles. Richmond offers an awesome downhill finish, and that allowed me to just keep on flying for the finish line. After finishing I checked my watch. Even with stopping for the tattoo I finished in 4:21. My hamstring didn't bother me once during the race. And even though I found myself coughing, now that I was done running and trying to make my way through the finish area to my car, I felt amazingly better than I had when I started. Maybe running was the real cure to my sickness!

I stopped to grab a slice of hot Papa John's cheese pizza (by far my favorite takeout pizza) from the finishers food tent, then slowly strolled to my car. I had just completed marathon #45 of the year, and had gotten a new tattoo. And at that moment, I couldn't have been happier.

Final Race Results:
4:21:25 - finishing time
2,010 out of 3,756
673 out of 1,601 women
138 out of 322 in my age group (25-29)

We all need hope - and we all need to give it!!

Part 2 of my weekend (Harrisburg Marathon) will be posted on Thursday.

ING New York City Marathon...for Lulu...part 2

2010-11-12T18:08:00.000-08:00

Last Saturday night was daylight savings, which meant an extra hour of sleep. Yeah! As much as I hate it getting darker earlier in the day, I won't complain about some extra sleep. But not knowing if my phone was going to manually change over or not (which is what I use for my race morning alarm) meant I kept waking up during the night to check. And then there's just the excitement of running that has you a little more wound up with anticipation.

I've run a lot of marathons this year, and after awhile it's all the same, right? Some days, yes. You get up, do the same things, eat the same things, and go off to run. But this wasn't just any race, this was what wound up being historically the largest marathon to date, with just shy of 45,000 finishers: this was the New York City Marathon!! This was definitely one to lose a little sleep over!!

It was also going to be a crazy cold one too! I had been warned by plenty of people that waiting on Staten Island for the start would be very cold and to bring throw away clothes. I layered myself in a tank, long sleeve shirt and jacket, and didn't have any intentions of shedding anything. Pull on the gloves, put on the hat, and this just might keep me warm enough (might).

With Bart Yasso just before getting on the bus

I headed down to the lobby to meet the rest of my bus mates. I was riding in on the Runner's World bus and by 6:30am I was aboard, enjoying the heat, a bagel and orange juice and the company of Jen, who was running NYC as her 4th marathon. We had a great conversation, and the ride passed with no time. Looking out through the front of the buses window, I could see the police escort car in front of us, the roads mostly desolate aside from the other buses.

We got to the drop off point and upon exiting the bus we went through a security check and into the runners village. Each color group had their own area, with tables set up offering Dunkin Donuts Coffee, Power Bars, Gatorade, water and bagels. With more than enough waiting time on their hands, people had brought towels, fold up chairs and trash bags to sit on. And then there were the very smart ones, who had brought sleeping bags. I walked past several people, who were cozy and snug, laying on the ground in their sleeping bags, looking quite relaxed. And with how cold it was, I was seriously jealous! Someone was handing out packs of hand warmers and I went for that right away. I took mine out and immediately put them inside under my gloves. Even the coffee wasn't enough to keep warm. It was just that cold. Now mind you, I am a seriously cold person by nature, so I'm sure that had something to do with it. But even so, the temps were in the low 30's and we were right off the water, with wind that didn't want to quit.

Thank God for coffee!

And I had to throw this in here - have you ever seen a UPS truck with flames??!

I found a place with sunlight and made my own "camp." The lady next to me offered me a trash bag to sit on and we chatted. With different waves of runners starting at different times, a massive board in front of us flashed important information about when to enter your corrals and such. The information was listed in several different languages as there were runners from all over the world. When I had registered for the race, I had listed my finishing time as 5 hours, thinking that I wanted to make sure I had enough time to take photos and all. Now I was wishing I had listed an earlier time. I was set to be in the last wave of runners, and our start was 10:40.

Our View of the start!

I think one of the hardest parts of this race was all the anticipation. It was a ton of anticipation leading up to the race, getting to NY, and my time there. Now we had several more hours of anticipation, and many of the runners I spoke with had been up at 4 am in order to make their bus on time. Then the race started, for the wheelchair, and then elite athletes. The large screen switched over to the televised programing, and we watched as the gifted took the bridge. A roar of cheers rang out through the crowds. The energy was crazy and it made you jolt with excitement.

Watching the elites get ready

I began to wonder how starting so late in the day would affect my run. I was about to find out very soon! When my corral was finally called to line up I made sure to head over right away. I wanted to try and get toward the front and maybe start a few minutes earlier. We entered into what I thought was going to be the holding area, waiting for our corral start, but as we walked through, I saw that we were heading straight for the start line. There was no waiting time at all! I think I must have somehow been entered into the tail end of wave 2. I glanced at my watch as I hit the starting mats; it read 10:20.

We started off running over the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, which is actually the longest suspension bridge in the US and my group was on the lower level. It would have been fantastic to be on the top, but even our views were amazing. Everyone was hollering, the sound echoing back as the wind moved through.

One of the best parts about this race, you get to run through all 5 boroughs of New York: Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx and Manhattan. I had heard that NY is a 26.2 mile long party and boy were they right! I have never seen so many people come to cheer at a race. They lined the streets, they yelled, they cheered, they gave high fives and had banners, signs, balloons and some were handing out treats. Even in the bitter cold, they stood for hours, bundled up with heavy coats, scarves and hats. I really enjoyed the energy and I found myself giving high fives to every person with their hand out. At some points it seemed like nothing but a long line of hands. We may have been only running a 9-10 minute mile, but these folks made us feel like we were flying! With an estimated 2 million spectators along the course, you can imagine the noise! It was an energy overload. And as I'm sure happened to a few other folks, I found myself carried away, running a bit faster than I intended. It all felt great, I was warming up (sorta) and this was just flat out FUN!

And if the New Yorkers didn't think they were loud enough, there was over 120 bands along the course, offering a wide variety of music to entertain us as well. I generally run with an iPod. It's always nice to have when you need some focus or a little pick me up. Sometimes I use it, sometimes I don't. Today I put one ear bud in one ear and left the other one out, and I couldn't even hear the music over the sound of everything and everyone else. It was at that moment, that I decided I won't be needing this today, and tucked it away.

Every part of New York offered different sights, and crazy crowds. The miles were passing like magic, I felt good, and I wanted to just keep rocking it that way. One thing that sincerely surprised me was the fact that the streets were not nearly as congested as I would have imagined. Having just run the Marine Corps Marathon the weekend before, with about half as many runners, I have to say I felt much more congestion in that race than in New York. Don't get me wrong, it was people, people everywhere, but it wasn't overly difficult to move through and by far much less frustrating than the previous week in that regard.

I came across several friends on the race course which shocked the heck out of me considering the odds. It was a day of sightseeing, taking in the views, and atmosphere. I saw flags from so many different countries, runners proudly wearing their country's colors on their attire. It was bridges and sky scrapers, and again crowds that never ended.

All was going well until around mile 17-18. I started feeling a lack of energy. I tried to just ignore it and stay focused on the run, but really I was trying to ignore the signs, I was heading towards a crash. Maybe the turkey burger the night before just wasn't the right fuel, or I just hadn't been taking in enough on the course, but regardless, I was starting to lose steam and lose it quickly. Looking back, I think the issue was partly because of the late start. For the vast majority of my marathons I am done by 1 pm. I'm kicking back, eating pizza by this point. And things like that can really mess with your system.

As a result I started to really mentally remove myself from my surroundings. I stopped looking at the people, I paid no attention to the crowd. It was all about getting through this mile. I hate getting to that point, you really do miss a lot of a race as your sight becomes almost like tunnel vision. I just keep pushing through, but I was slowing down. I took a few walking breaks to try and recollect myself, but those miles turned into a blur. Visions of Dory (from Finding Nemo) popped in my head, with her saying "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming swimming." I felt like I was swimming alright! And I needed to be running!

Now that's the way to celebrate!

As we entered into Central Park for the last couple miles of the race I was still struggling with how I felt, but happy to be so close to the finish line. It was a frenzy of spectators that continued to cheer us onward and it was a good pick me up. Large signs marked the course as we came to the last 1/2 mile, and then each 100 meters had a sign with the distance left to the finish. As the finish line came into view, I felt such relief. Crossing in 4:23, I was disappointed with just how much I had crashed on the course, but I was so happy to be done!

As the last mile through Central Park had been crowded, so was the finish area. And we moved slowly, as a pack, trying to make our way out to the open streets. But it was a long, long walk and with all the people, it took a long, long time. By this point it was after 3pm, and I just wanted to go get some real food. The set up required us to walk past every UPS bag truck, and there was no chance to just leave the area. Frustrating, but I also understood the race staff was trying to make things flow as efficiently as possible.

Overall, I was highly impressed with the organization of the event. In order to manage such huge numbers of runners, the work load is high. Over 6,000 people came out to volunteer for the marathon, on top of over 100 people that work full time year round to make this event happen every November. New York has come a long way from its start in 1970, when the first NYC Marathon took place: 127 runners toed the start line, only 55 finished, and the entry fee was less than a school lunch ($1).

And while you're looking at the numbers, New York offered some pretty big ones this year, giving away over $800,000 in prize money, with the male and female winners getting a whopping 130k a piece! But I don't run to win, or for money, and it's a darn good thing, because I'd be very disappointed and even more broke if that was my goal! I'm running for numbers, in a very different sense, those being 1,500 and 26,000. Over 1,500 orphans living in severe poverty in the Eastern Cape of South Africa are the reason I have run every mile of every marathon this year. And $26,000 is the financial goal to help bring hope and a new beginning to these children's lives . I will probably never win a dime running a race. I can't imagine what it must feel like to win the New York Marathon, the work, the sacrifice, the pride. But I can imagine, what $20 dollars means to Lulu. It means a school uniform. I ran this race for Lulu, who is 9. She is the sister of Babo, whom I ran for last week. They are considered vulnerable to becoming orphans because their father is gone, and while they live with their mother, she has no job or means to support them. Lulu and her brother told 25:40 that "there is no money for food and clothing." Rules have changed in South Africa, allowing children to attend school with or without a school uniform. But the stigma these siblings face from their peers is awful if they do not have a uniform. Think about the kind of jeering our own kids face if they wear something that sticks out. And for Lulu and Babo, they face that daily as neither has a school uniform. What a difference, a mere $20 would mean to her.

"Lulu"

New York is big, bold, loud, amazing, and exciting. But in my opinion none of it touches me the way these orphans stories have. $20 won't go very far in NY, but it can mean the world of a different to Lulu. Every dollar donated goes straight to help these kids! So please join me, give hope, give a new beginning, donate!

My medal

Final Race Stats:

4:23:48 finishing time

23,240 out of 44,708 overall

6,055 out of 16,043 women

1,166 out of 2,621 in my age group (25-29)

The ING New York City Marathon...for Lulu....part 1

2010-11-10T08:42:00.000-08:00

I know you are dying to hear about my experiences with the New York Marathon. And don't worry, I'm going to dish them out, but with so much to share, I'm breaking this weekend into 2 parts…..

I'm not even sure where to start on this one! I had been looking forward to my weekend in NY for months. I normally go to my races alone, spend as little time possible traveling, running and returning back. Time to sight see? That's what I do during my marathon run. But with NY being only a few hours away from home, and as marathon #44 of the year, I felt like this would be a wonderful get-away weekend for me and my husband. So for the first time since I started this journey back in January, we packed up the kids for grandma's house, and took the bus from DC to NY.

Ready to rock out in NY!

We live 4-5 hours from NYC and yet I had never been there before. Jeremy spent part of his childhood in NY, so this wasn't new to him. With typical Friday traffic, the ride was longer than planned, and by the time we arrived it was evening. First on the list was getting to the expo. We took the free shuttle down to the expo and I was somewhat surprised at how small it was. I've been to several larger expos this year, for much smaller races.

That being said, there was still plenty of stuff to look at, taste, try and buy! Bib pick up was organized by your color group (green, orange or blue), including a separate area for international runners.

Bib in hand with the race course map

A little 26.2 focus

We continued into the official merchandise area, sponsored by Asics. They had jackets and shirts, tanks, shorts, tights, vests, hats, gloves, etc. You name it, they had it. And it wouldn't be Asics without shoes! I love Asics! Every marathon, every mile I've run this year, has been in Asics. Their stock included a NYC Marathon limited edition shoe (Gel Kayano) that was embellished with the ING New York City Marathon logo. Now that was something I had never seen before!

If you know me, you know I walk expos, but normally don't buy anything. Every now and then I will pick up a pair socks or a decal and that's about it. The only memento I have from my races this year was a hat I bought at the Seattle Rock 'n' Roll marathon. I looked at all the merchandise in the Asics booth. I wanted to get a little something from this race, as it is, after all, New York! Jeremy looked at me and said, "how many times are you going to run this race for the first time? Go ahead and buy what you want, and don't worry about the cost." There are days when I'm so thankful that I have a husband that doesn't look at price tags! On the flip side, there are days when I cringe after hearing he went shopping at Target or Costco alone! None the less, today, I was eternally grateful to hear him say that! Had I gone alone, I wouldn't have bought anything pricey, but being given the green light was the extra little nudge I needed to get a really nice jacket and hat. It was also the start of the mound of debt that would incur from our getaway!

Jacket!

There was plenty of other good stuff to be had at the various booths. All the big name companies were there, and decked out with NYC marathon gear. They all wanted a piece of the pie, or apple if you will! We tried PowerBar energy bites (which we both thought were excellent by the way), and Gatorade samples.

And then we came across the Asics video booth. You wrote out your reason for running NYC on a poster and then they video taped you breaking through it, shredding your poster for the camera. The videos were being played on a billboard In Time Square! I thought that was pretty cool, although I guess I shouldn't have worn my boots, I was too tall too tall for the camera!

My poster read: Marathon #44 for orphans - 52beginnings.com

We headed back to the hotel and it was time to get ready to go again. I had been invited to the Runner's World VIP Party which was being held at a club near Times Square. I had no idea what to expect when I got there, but wow, when they throw a party, they throw a party! With a huge psychedelic color changing chandelier overhead, and a little cove on the second floor for the DJ to spin tunes, it was the perfect setting. The layout allowed for plenty of open space, and tables/chairs comfortablly tucked along the walls. There was a fantastic dinner buffet and open bar, and some darn awesome people! I got to meet several members of the Runner's World staff, including David Willey, Editor in Chief, and of course Chief Running Officer, Bart Yasso, and his lovely wife, Laura were there.

Obviously I didn't take this picture! Photo from the website:

now you can see what it really looked like!

I met more people than I can list, but of them all, I was beyond excited to see Ryan Hall, who holds the American Record for the half marathon with a time of 59 minutes, 43 seconds. Just writing that gives me chills! I can't even fathom being able to run that fast! I caught him just as he was about to leave the party, and though just a brief intro, I was trilled! I have a great deal of admiration of him, not only because of his great running ability, but also his passionate desire to follow Jesus Christ. In 2009, Ryan, and his wife Sara, started the Hall Steps Foundation, with a mission to take small steps toward ending world poverty.

Ryan Hall

I also got to meet one of the fastest men on earth, Olympic athlete, Tyson Gay who holds the American Record for 100 meters with a time of 9.69 seconds. Now that is seriously flying!!

With Tyson Gay

I met author Matt Long, who's book The Long Run: A New York City Firefighter's Triumphant Comback from Crash Victim to Elite Athlete, was just released in October. Hint, hint, Santa, I think it will fit in my stocking! And lucky me, I got to meet the lady behind it all, Mary Wittenberg, Race Director of the ING New York City Marathon and President/CEO of the New York Road Runners.

It was an absolute pleasure getting to meet so many amazing and talented people. Even though most of my pictures turned out awful, (it was rather dark), that night meant more to me than going to a Broadway play or shopping in Times Square. I had been so busy enjoying the conversation and taking in the whole atmosphere, that I really didn't focus on taking a lot of pictures! Oh well! The experience made for an extremely fantastic memory of New York!

View from our hotel room

Saturday I slept in. There was no alarm set. No children to worry about. And I could care less what time the clock read when I finally pulled myself from the sheets. It's been ages and ages since I could really just sleep like that. With the dark curtains, not even the sun could tempt me to move. And after the cost of the hotel room, I felt like I needed to get every penny out of it anyway!

Jeremy and I had talked about what we'd do on our day in NY. We'd thought about going to see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. But in the end, neither of us really felt like doing a tour. We would up going to Times Square, milling around, looking at all the sights and taking pictures. We had lunch from one of the many street vendors, and with the chill temps, having a hot dog (or chicken kabob in my case) with an over sized soft pretzel, really hit the spot.

Times Square

My reason to run NY video being played in Times Square!

Later on we went to Central Park and walked around. The fall colors were beautiful, and such a contrast from the city behind us. I saw barriers already in place, in preparation for the race, and I started thinking about the run ahead. We crossed paths with several runners who apparently wanted to test out a run there or map out what parts of the park they would cover in the morning. More than anything it was nice to get just get away from the city and crowds for a bit.

Truthfully, the only picture we got together on our trip!

Eventually the afternoon faded into evening, and we made our way to an Italian restaurant that had been recommended by several friends that live in the area. I expected it to be packed, but when we got in the door and asked what the wait time was, the host behind the counter explained that they were no longer taking a list, as the wait time was 2 1/2 hours! I couldn't get over that! We walked past several other restaurants, all that looked equally packed. Now it was getting really cold, and even with my jacket and gloves, I felt like an iceberg. We finally found a little sports bar. Sounds like a good pre-race dinner right? Yeah, probably wouldn't top most people's list as the place to go, but we were able to get a table right away, and that that point I was tired, and cold enough to eat just about anything. I'm not overly sentimental about pasta anyway, so a little change of pace was nice. We got to watch the college games, and have burgers (I opted for Turkey). The food wasn't half bad, nor greasy, which was a big plus!

Then it was back to the hotel to get everything in order for race morning. By now I was seriously tired. We had walked everywhere. We didn't once take a cab or the subway. And while New York may be a walking city, I felt like I got my share and then some for the day. I guess I can call it my pre-race warm up right?

No matter, lights out, early morning, and another 26.2 to be run. But being New York, this would be a marathon like no other marathon I had ever run. And going to bed that night, I had just no idea what I was about to partake in. You can read to stories, and see the pictures, but the experience was far more than I would have imagined. And I have a pretty darn good imagination…

Part 2 of my weekend (with all the goods on the NYC Marathon) will be posted in a day or two.

Marine Corps Marathon...for Babo

2010-11-02T15:55:00.000-07:00

This was my third year running the MCM (Marine Corps Marathon) and it was wonderful to return to the start of my connection with 25:40.

For those of you who didn't know, I first learned about 25:40 and their mission to help children in South Africa when I decided to run the MCM in 2008. I poured over the race website, reading through different charities. I had decided I wanted to run for a charity and make this race not about me, or my time, but to help someone else. I had never run for a charity before and was excited about giving something through my running. This year there were over 70 different charities that partnered with MCM, covering a wide variety of topics/issues. I was very drawn to the focus of 25:40, their desire to help children who are often born into hopelessness, and was encouraged by the work they were doing to help make a difference. I took a leap of faith, signed up to run on their behalf, and raise the required $750. I was given a little boy to run for, whom had lost both of his parents and my heart was broken for him.

It was October 26, 2008, a day that stands out in my mind as being pivotal in in my running mindset. It was my 7th marathon, and I had no idea how that day would impact my life. Taking the focus off myself, running for a child I had worked to raise funds for, was quite simply life changing. If you run, and have never personally run on behalf of a charity, you have no idea what you are missing out on! Most people shy away from the idea of charity running because of the fund-raising attached to it. It's work for sure, but it also gives a focus, a purpose, that I don't think running for a personal best time, or even to Boston qualifying time can match.

I knew then, that if I had the chance to do something positive in the future through my running, I'd want to partner with 25:40 again. That experience, ultimately inspired me to take on this 52 Beginnings challenge.

I am so fortunate to live close to Washington DC and always just sleep at home the night before the race. This year half the challenge of MCM was just getting to the expo! The only time I could manage to get there was Saturday afternoon, and with the Jon Stewart Rally to Restore Sanity drawing over 200,000 people to DC that day, on top of all the runners trying to get to the expo to pick up their race packets, well, you can imagine just what an insane mess the roads and metro were! It was a serious lesson in patience when the metro was so backed up that they wouldn't even let people through the gates down to the platforms because of the sheer volume of people. Once I did finally get on, we were sandwiched tighter than sardines, with the door barely closing because of the bodies. An advertisement on the inside of the train was all about killing body odor. Yeah, rather appropriate for today! I struggled to get my camera out of my pocket to take a picture. It was that tight in there!

I had picked up my packet, taken a quick walk around the expo, picking up a pair of socks, and was now heading to the 25:40 pre-race pasta dinner. I looking forward to getting to meet the other runners that had joined up to run MCM with 25:40 this year and had worked hard to fund-raise for the children. Dinner was like a reunion of old friends, even though most of the runners I'd never met before. We all had a common interest, whether it was their first marathon, 6th, or like me, my 66th (lifetime). I was more than fashionably late because of my metro fun, but a plate of pasta and the camaraderie of the other runners was worth the effort it took to get there.

With Alec and Amy, co-founders of 25:40

It had been a long day, and after getting home at 8:30, I still had to get everything in order for the morning. I have a horrible habit of doing things last minute. But I was eager to run! I'd been looking forward to this race for over a year. For the first time ever I'd be running in costume! The race was taking place on Halloween morning and I just couldn't pass up the chance to dress up! Using odds and ends that I had on hand, I managed to put together what I hoped would be a somewhat comfortable pirate costume. I figure with already having tattoos I'm a good fit for the pirate theme. I painted my nails black, pinned on my gold coin chain to my belt, Babo's info to the back of my top, and called it a night.

Pirate ready

As always, the alarm sounds too soon, and I was out the door and on my way to D.C just before 5am. This is one race you don't want to be late for! There are plenty of different options for getting to the start, but every year I have always just taken the free shuttles from Crystal City and followed that plan again this year.

Still dark and cold out, I was glad I brought a toss away sweatshirt to wear before the start. After getting off the shuttles, we had a short walk into the pre-race runners village. We went through security, checking all bags, and into a huge lot. UPS trucks for drop bags were in one corner, lines and lines of port-o-potties were on the other side and tents were set up for various groups. Runners had taken over the pavement, spreading out with their pre-race breakfasts, stretching and preparing for the day ahead. Even in the darkness I managed to find several friends. I was about to make my way to the starting corrals and then I heard it, the song How Great Is Our God, was being sung. I followed in the direction of the music, and found a band playing under one of the large white tents. A Marine Chaplin shared some words of encouragement, along with a few scriptures to help give us strength for the day. People had gathered all around to listen and sing. It was a short service, maybe only 10 minutes long, but it was a rejuvenation of the soul. At the end, a prayer was said, and we all joined hands.

Then it was a short walk to line up for the start. A lot of my Marathon Maniac friends were planning to run, and had organized to take a group photo before the start. I found them and made it in time for the shot! I was glad to see a few others in costume and it was great to catch up with friends, some of which I hadn't seen in quite awhile.

With all my maniac friends

The rush of excitement filled the air, especially for the thousands that were were about to begin their first 26.2 I was hyped! We saw an F/A-18 and CH-53 fly overhead, music was blaring, it was time to get this party started! With so many people running, I didn't even cross the starting mat until almost 9 minutes after the official start. It was a like a sea of people rushing through the streets, thick with congestion. Shortly after starting I saw the USMC Mounted Color Guard off to the left. This extraordinary military unit is the only remaining mounted color guard in the Marine Corps today and has been stationed in California since 1967.

Start line ahead

The first few miles offer some hills and I quickly warmed up. As we came to the crest of the first hill, firetrucks with their ladders extended high, hoisted the Stars and Strips into the air. It was one of many wonderful sights on the course.

The Marine Corps Marathon has been held for the past 35 years and is called the People's Marathon because there is no financial incentive to run. No prize money is given out, and the entire race is organized, and presented by the United States Marine Corps. They cover everything from the organization of the expo, packet pick up, aid stations, medical tents to the finish line festivities. Every service man and woman are in uniform and they do a fantastic job. I have always been very impressed with how well the event is organized. The amount of military on the course is inspiring too, and this is a race that I think every marathoner should run. There is really no way to describe just how powerful of an event this is.

Even the water cups were Marine branded!

After a couple of miles and getting into a good running groove, I became quickly aware of just how annoying it can be to run in costume. I know this was my idea, and I expected to have a few hiccups, but it seemed like I had to readjust my belt every couple minutes as it kept slipping. More than anything, it was the chain of coins (which was once a bracelet belonging to my mother as a child) that I had pinned to my belt that became irritating. It jingled, like Christmas bells, the entire race. I had worn headphones, but with keeping my volume low, I could still hear the jingle with each and every step. I'm sure I equally annoyed those around me with the sound, but thankfully with the masses of people I don't think I tagged along any one person for all that long.

I saw a lot of costumes on the course today, including plenty of faeries (or other dainty type things with wings) several super heros (Batman, Superman, Captain America, Wonder Woman) and even several other pirates, although they were all guys. I saw a Bigfoot (and man that costume looked uncomfortable), Smurf (with blue face paint and all), and my friend Chris even wore his hotdog costume. The best though, (at least in my opinion) was Waldo, from the Where's Waldo books. Such a perfect setting to be Waldo, with 20,000+ other runners in the mix. It was like a page out of the book! Wish I had been able to get a shot of him!

We had started in Arlington, VA, making our way through Rosslyn along Lee Highway, eventually running on the George Washington Parkway which was quite pretty. The sun glistened, the fall colors alive and I couldn't help but feel like it was a perfect Sunday morning to run.

We made our way over the Key Bridge into Georgetown, which, like in the past years I've run this race, was packed with spectators for miles. People yelled, banners and balloons were everywhere. It was a great feeling to run through the energy.

We were treated to great views of the Washington Monument, Jefferson Memorial, and other landmarks like the U.S. Capitol, Lincoln, FDR, Korean War and Vietnam Veteran's memories during the race. I tried to get some good shots, but with so many runners, it was hard to stop and take photos all the time. The entire race I felt like I was weaving through people. In the past 2 times I've run MCM, I don't remember it being as packed. Almost the entire time I was passing people and having to move around walkers.

Running along the National Mall there were large crowds out to support their friends and family. Spectators scanned the road, looking to catch a glimpse of their loved ones. I had told my family not to worry about making the trip out to see me. As much as I would have liked to have them there, I knew it would be such a pain to get into the D.C. area. Plus Jeremy had been shooting a wedding until almost 10pm the night before and I knew he was tired. I have gotten very accustomed to going alone to my races. Even before this year, it was rare for my family to come along. But still a part of me wished they could have come. Then my phone rang, it was Jeremy. I had told him I'd be carrying my phone with me today and I'd call if I took any long walking breaks, but he normally doesn't call when I'm running. I slowed down to a walk and answered the phone, worried that something might be wrong. He just wanted to know where I was at and how I was doing. A little irritated that he was calling me for what I thought was nothing, I told him I was at mile 17 and that I'd call him when I finished. I hurried off the phone so I could get back to running.

I really didn't think much of the call until I got to mile 19 and heard my name being yelled loudly from the sidelines. A few times on the course I had heard friends cheer for me, and I turned to wave back. I I turned to look, expecting to see another friend, and there was Jeremy and the kids! I was so floored that they had come to see me! I quickly ran over to give them hugs and kisses before hitting the road again. It was a huge surprise, and a great motivator as I had the last few miles to focus on.

Seeing my kids on the course!

At mile 20 runners have to "beat the bridge," as it serves as a cutoff point for those that have not held a minimum pace for the race. The bridge seems long and at that point in the race, it's all about putting one foot in front of the other. I was passing a lot of walkers, and seeing a lot of "limpers", people who looked like they were hurting bad. I was so thankful that today I wasn't struggling through.

Heading out for the bridge

Ah, the bridge

After coming back into Virginia from D.C., we ran the streets of Crystal City, big colored flags lining the road, flapping in the wind. I finally found a beer stop at mile 22 and made sure to get 2 cups. The last few miles I felt pretty strong, and the excitement to see my family at the finish line pushed me right along.

As we neared the finish line, I came to "the hill." Hills make any course more challenging, but when there is a hill, at the 26 mile of a marathon, it feels like a mountain. And the challenge is far worse for those that come to it unknowingly. I hope that every person that ran MCM had seen the course map and knew the hill was going to be there. It's not long, but its steep enough, especially after having run for hours. I ran the hill, and through to the finish line in 4:19. It was my slowest time of the 3 years I've run MCM, but I didn't care, it was another finish. And as many people pointed out to me after the race, I beat Oprah's time.

Heading to get my medal

There's nothing like getting a medal from a Marine!

This race has seen its share of famous runners, such as journalist Ted Koppel (1983, finishing in 5:09) Vice President Al Gore (1997, finishing in 4:54), and Clarence Thomas, Supreme Court Justice (1980, finishing in 3:11). In 1994, Oprah Winfrey trained for, and ran, the Marine Corps Marathon, finishing in 4:29:15. Apparently a lot of people set out to beat that time. I can't tell you how many people I heard talking about it before and during the race. I even saw one girl that had written on the back of her calves that she was running to beat Oprah's time.

But for all the famous people and the fast people who ran, or won the race, to me it was the thousands of people who ran on behalf of the fallen, on behalf of charities, that impressed me the most. In that sea of people, was a rainbow of colored shirts for every different cause. People wore the pictures of those who had passed in the line of duty, or whom had been lost to cancer. People ran to raise funds for cures, community outreach projects, and the disabled. I ran for Babo, who at 12 years of age faces the risk of being orphaned. He has no father, and his mother, who has no job, is trying to care for him and his sister. Children like Babo are at high risk for becoming orphaned and are in extreme need. Poverty stricken in an area where there are few resources and even less opportunities for employment, every day is a struggle.

Babo

This race was marathon #43 of the year and now I'm into single digits, with only 9 marathons left to go. I am completely amazed I'm at this point already. I'm so close to being done, but still in great need of donations for these children! So far with your help, I have raised almost 13,000! But it's still a far cry from the $26,000 goal. I sincerely thank all of you who have been so generous to give, and ask that you continue to share my site with your friends and family. Every donation, even those of $5 and $10 are such a blessing to these children! The more people we can reach, the more money can be raised, and the bigger impact we can make for these children. Please donate!! Please pass this website link on!!

With my oldest daughter Amira, walking away from the finish area

I've written up a short little blurb at the end of this blog that you can copy and paste into your email. Just add in your contact list and send it out. It will take less than 2 minutes of your time, and hopefully it will touch the hearts of the people who read it. Thank you so much for your help and support!!

My pirate's gold :)

Final Race Stats:

4:19:07 - finishing time

7,303 out of 21,873 overall

1,993 out of 8,667 women

512 out of 1,923 in my age group (25-29)

Hi Everyone,

I have a friend who has been running a marathon every week since January 2010 to raise funds for orphans in South Africa - that's 26.2 miles every 6 to 8 days! This past weekend she ran the Marine Corps Marathon in DC as marathon #43 of the year as she attempts to run 52 marathons in 52 weeks. Please check out her site and donate if you can! She's working to raise $26,000 for over 1,500 children in the Eastern Cape of South Africa and is in serious need of donations! www.52beginnings.com

Thanks!

Chosen..Marathon For Adoption....for Thandiwe

2010-10-27T19:43:00.000-07:00

This past weekend my marathon journey took me all the way to New Braunfels, TX for the inaugural Chosen - Marathon for Adoption. I don't even remember where I heard about this race, but when I came across their site, reading the purpose and mission behind the marathon, I knew that I wanted to be a part of their efforts. I immediately reached out to race director, Jenni Lord, and told her I wanted to be a part of their event. I know I could have found a race closer to home, but in my heart, I felt like I needed to be there.

Race Tee

Many of those connected with the race, either volunteering or running had a passionate heart for adoption. All race proceeds were going towards adoptive families and to help care for the needs of 250 children in a Ukrainian orphanage. And the race struck a cord with many, as over 1,200 people registered for either the half or full marathons.

For me, adoption is at the very core of who I am, as my father was adopted. I wouldn't be here today, if that adoption didn't take place, my life one of the continued blessings through a gift like none other.

With my dad this past summer in WA

There are 147 million orphans worldwide who long for a family and need a home, yet only 4% of homes contain adopted children. Each week I have been running for a different child from the Ngqeleni District of the Eastern Cape of South Africa. I have run 42 marathons, with 10 left to go to complete my journey of running 52 in 52 weeks, but in heart, and financially, I am running for over 1,500 orphans. Fifteen hundred...that's a lot of mouths to feed, bodies to clothe and hearts to care for. The needs are great, and although I can't "adopt" these children, I have allowed my heart and my feet to adopt them. This race was incredibly special and important to me, sitting at the very essence and core of my year of running.

Children without homes. Children needing love. Children without a family to call their own. And to be part of an event that was focused on bringing that change for children, through the triumph of running, was an honor.

This weekend I carried Thandiwe on my back. Just an infant, Thandiwe is orphaned, never having known her parents. Having a different child to run for each week has taken the problem of poverty and AIDS that shakes South Africa, far beyond numbers. I have a personal reason, for each and every mile, for each and every step. I can't save everyone, I can't fix everything, but I can make a difference, in Thandiwe's life, and I'm not about to pass that up!

Thandiwe being held

Running has a ripple effect on your mind and body. It changes you. Through time and training, your body grows stronger, faster. You build strength and endurance. It changes your mindset, as you adjust goals, and expand your limits. In the same way, I hope that my running these marathons, not only changes my life, or the lives of the orphans I am running for, but also yours! It has been the hope of my heart that people wouldn't just read these blogs, but find their calling.

This week I got a note from a girl in college, sharing her inspiration with me. My 52 Beginnings got her thinking and acting, quite literally! Instead of auditioning for a play, she decided to spend the fees that that would have cost, to go to NJ this December and help teach inner city kids acting. Reading that was like getting the coolest gift at Christmas, I don't even know if I can put into words! It's testament Because we each have our own loves, our own gifts...and our own reason to give...

Ready to take on the day for Thandiwe, I woke up race morning to the sounds of rain. I stepped outside to feel the temps, and was greeted with fogged up glasses from the humidity in the air. I have been fortunate to not have had to run a warm or humid race in quite awhile, but it looked like that streak was about to end.

Trying to remember where you are? Just look in the sink! (Bathroom sink in the place I stayed)

I go to the start area, the blackness of night still covering, the rain having died away. Before we started on our 26.2 or 13.1 journeys a prayer was said, and with that we made our way into the dark. I had figured the sun would have been up by 7am, but I was wrong! It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for me to feel the humidity hit my lungs. I know everyone has different conditions where they can run their best. For most people cooler is better, and I'm definitely in that group. Those first few dark miles, we covered a few hills and I found myself taking note. As this was an out and back course, I knew I'd be taking on the same hills in the last few miles. The sun now beginning to show, the road ahead with a lengthy downgrade, I tried hard not to think about having to run back up it later.

Start area

The kiss of dawn

We turned to run down River Road, along the Guadalupe River, enjoying water views for most of the race. It was about this point that my stomach decided to protest my late evening, and I'm assuming, the alcohol consuming I had done the night before. I generally stick with a single drink if I drink at all the night before my races. Apparently my indulgence was not well suited for the run ahead. And it was from that moment on that the knots in my stomach built. All the more reason to just completely lay off drinking I told myself, but in the meantime, my stomach would nag me for the rest of the race, keeping that thought fresh. Next I found myself having another discomforting, and rather odd pain. Even now I'm not quite sure what it was, but my back was giving me terrible issues. I started to wonder if I'd lifted too heavy in the gym this week, but whatever it was it held on the entire race as well. The only thing that helped was leaning over to touch my toes, stretching my back, which I did on a regular basis later on in the race. There are days when things are great, and days when running is a challenge every mile. This was one of the latter.

Around mile 5 we passed by a camp ground, the sign in front announcing that it was open year round. What a huge difference from where I live! There were people camped along the river, and with it being early morning, the smell of campfires filled the air. I love that smell!

At mile 6-7, the race took a completely different feel. As the vast majority of runners were running the half, they broke away and turned back for the finish line. We continued on, the road becoming very quiet and somewhat lonesome. I don't mind running by myself though, and even with the few numbers of runners around, I had a chance to talk with several of them along the way. I met several women that were in the process of adopting and I thought just how special this race must be for them. As it is with humid races, I found I just didn't have the ability to talk and run well. I felt like I had to fight for my oxygen so that alone kept the conversations short.

The sky stayed overcast most of the race, and we got a short rain shower a couple of times while on the road. The rain was a bit of a relief, but not fun when you wear glasses! I didn't care how wet I got, as long as my camera was covered!

Hitting the half way point was so encouraging. As much as I don't like out and back courses, being able to turn and know that you are heading home, carries such positive mental relief. On my way back, I came to one (of many) aid stations where children were helping hand out drinks. There was a little African American boy holding out a cup of water. He couldn't have been more than 3. I took the cup from him and as he looked up at me, with his beautiful brown eyes, I had to fight the tears I felt coming on. He just reminded me so much of the children that I am running for his year. Many of them are his size, his age. Maybe it's just the toll of this year of running, but I felt flooded with emotion right then. Forty weeks of my life, 42 marathons, all for children like this! My heart, and body have broken for these children and I know I've said it already, but taking part of this race was monumental for me!

Here's a sight I don't see every day!

It was still a fight to push through the miles. I took more walking breaks than I would normally, which was a frustration, but I kept on going. The hills in the last few miles were tiresome, especially because the sun was now overhead and the temps risen. It's all about staying focused at that point. The very last part of the race was downhill and I tried to run it well. I crossed the finish line in 4:37, right away greeted with hugs of congratulations from the race director. She wanted to get a picture, and I was struggling just to get my air. I cooled down a bit, drank 2 bottles of water and smiled, I was done!

With race director Jenni Lord

I got to see several people cross the finish line that I had talked with on the course and give them high fives and hugs. Running is an encouragement of the soul!

I had been invited by one of the runners that I met on the course to come over to her house and hang out with her and her friends. We had burgers and talked about our race experiences. It was an awesome way to spend the afternoon and a great bunch of people to hang with.

I knew I had the evening to do whatever I wanted, but honestly the last thing I felt like doing was going anywhere. I ended up just having a quiet night in my room and it was good to be able to just reflect on things, one of them being the book I had just read. On my flight over I read The Cross and the Switchblade. If you've never heard of it, it's the true story of a small town pastor in Pennsylvania that felt it laid on his heart to go to NYC and minister to the gangs there. His work has transformed thousands of lives, helping teens deal with drug/alcohol and sexual addiction, creating hope in many places where there was none. He started this work over 50 years ago and it still continues today. All I can say is that his story was beyond moving and motivational!

I know I have been working on a goal to raise funds and make a difference in the lives of children this year, but reading about his work just made me think more deeply about what I need to do. There is so much more that I can do. It made me excited about the chance to give more, and do more personally. This year I have had lots of ideas floating in my head about what I want to work toward next year. I feel like this year is really just the tip of the iceberg and there is so much more to do. My 52 Beginnings started as a means to use running to help change lives. It was about giving these orphans a new beginning. But as much as it's been about a new beginning for them, I think it's about a new beginning for me as well. I will finish my 52nd marathon, but I will not be done. This is truly just the beginning.

Reading that book just put life in perspective. He acted in faith, following what he felt he was called to do. He had no experience, no background in dealing with gangs. But he knew that was where he belonged, where he had to go. Are we doing that too? What is it that is nagging at your spirit? Sitting in my room, I mulled over all this. I thought about what is nagging my spirit. Do I have the courage and faith to follow through?

I am now down to 10 marathons - that's all. The running may almost be done, but the work is not.

"What a wonderful thing it is to spend a solid hour just being thankful.

It throws all of life into a new perspective." - David Wilkerson (The Cross and the Switchblade)

Race Stats:

4:37:36 - finish time

67 out of 166 overall

31 out of 90 women

9 out of 24 in my age group (18-29)

Mount Desert Island Marathon...for Phila....

2010-10-20T19:44:00.000-07:00

On Saturday I flew into Maine and made the drive to Bar Harbor for marathon #41 of the year. The sky was gray with scattered clouds, and it rained every so slightly the entire afternoon/evening. It had the true feel of fall, with cooler temps and wind, but above all else it was take your breath away beautiful. Even with the rain, I had to resist the urge to pull my car over to take photos as I made my way to the race expo. I can honestly say that I have never seen such an explosion of colors anywhere. The bold fall colors were like an artists masterpiece. It reminded me of Bob Ross, the artist who did all kind of oil paintings on PBS. I remember watching him as a child, although usually rather bored to tears, as I had no patience for the time it took. But the way he mixed the colors and created effects with each stroke of his brush, immediately brought back those memories as I soaked in the beauty around me on my drive.

I got to the expo, which was just a few vendors and booths. The first thing I noticed were the beautiful banners posted on the wall. Local artists had donated original painted canvases for the race that would be sold at silent auction to raise funds for a local preschool. They were creative, unique and stunning. If I could have afforded one, I would have placed a bid myself. I thought it was a fantastic idea, and a great way to help raise funds, allowing a runner to come away with a one of a kind memory from their marathon experience. The problem would have been picking one! They were all beautiful and original!

I got to talk with several running friends, and finally meet race director Gary Allen. Gary had reached out to me early in the year, asking me to come run his event. He had shown great support to my efforts and as a crazy awesome runner himself, it was a pleasure to finally meet face to face. He invited me to be a VIP guest at his table for the pasta dinner and I was delighted to have such an honor.

In my new MDI windbreaker

After I left the expo I spent a little time downtown before going to dinner. Bar Harbor was quaint and fun, with lots of cute shops and restaurants to take in. I went into this one shop called Suncatcatchers and that's all it was - beautifully crafted suncatchers, glistening and glowing, even in the rain.

Next I went into a local brewery for their free wine/beer tasting and tried several different beers and wines. They even had a dessert wine and a beer that was made with some of Maine's famous blueberries. It was a unique taste for sure.

The dinner was held at the local HS and they did a wonderful job with the food. They had the normal spread (pasta, red sauce, meat sauce, garlic bread, salad & chocolate cake). And then they had a white sauce loaded with seafood. I always get meat sauce, but after seeing the white sauce, I knew I needed to try it. So I got a second plate. I know, I know, that's a lot of food! Amazingly, I ate most of it. And I'm so glad I tried the seafood sauce; It had lobster, scallops and shrimp! You can't go to Maine and not have lobster in some form!

My friend Roger and his son Hogan, were the featured speakers and they shared their "Wicked Long Run" adventure through stories and pictures. Together they ran from Maine to Florida over the course of a few weeks this past summer, raising funds for the American Cancer Society. It was a great presentation and wonderful to hear about their experiences of running to change lives. It gives me great inspiration to hear stories like theirs. We all have a story to tell, we all have something to give. Have you written your story yet? Have you explored what it is that you have to give? Whether it be through something physical, like running, or on a completely different venue, I believe we all have something we need to do, to give. Find your calling!

Hogan and Roger

Race mornings are always a little interesting. It's the same routine in so many ways, and yet every day, every race is so different. This weekend I was lucky enough to get to sleep in since we didn't start until 8 am and boy that was a treat! I always try to get to the start area with plenty of time to spare. This morning was no different, I parked by the start line and sat in my car to stay warm for awhile. It was quite chilly out, but bless them, they had a table set up with free coffee!

Bib pinned, but still not fully awake.

Now if you don't already know, I have a crazy coffee habit. It's not unusual for me to drink 3-4 cups a day, and that's me putting a limit on myself. I can drink any kind of coffee, anytime. Black, bold, hot, cold, it doesn't matter. Thing is, I had already had some coffee with breakfast (I try to limit my coffee on race mornings so I don't have to pee the whole time I'm running). But with it being so cold out, I just couldn't resist. So I had a small cup. This shouldn't be too bad. Just use the bathroom again before the race right? But then I went back to get another. I knew I shouldn't have, but it was so perfect for the day for it. I did "pay" for that decision, but I have to say, the coffee was really good!

These lobster girls were soo

While waiting at the start line I got to see a bunch of my Marathon Maniac friends and of course we got a group photo, then it was time to get running!

Everyone with their shirts and me in all black

Shortly after the race started I got to chat with Beverly, who at 22 years of age was running Maine as the last of her quest to run a marathon in all 50 states. She was going to take the world record for being the youngest woman to complete all 50 states, making this race, this day, very special for her, and historical too! Beverly works full time as a nurse and has been running marathons for the past 4 years, working on her goal to finish all 50 states. She told me she didn't have any intention to try and run all 50 until her first marathon. While she was running that marathon, she saw someone with a 50 states shirt. She was very motivated by the idea and decided she wanted to run each state. He hard work and dedication was going to pay off at the finish line today. And again, I found myself motivated and inspired.

I ran with several others runners for a bit here and there, all of us enjoying the run. The first 10 miles passed like a blur. I was enjoying the views, the scenery, and stopping to take pictures like mad. I was seriously worried my camera battery wasn't going to last the whole race! It was hilly, up and down and down and up. But it wasn't bad and I didn't even really mind all that much. I was telling one runner "hills give character to the course and they also build character." Challenges are something to embrace and learn from. They shape us, and make us stronger, even if painful in the pursuit.

Mount Desert Island had been listed as the most scenic marathon by Runners World and I think it earned that title in every respect. Many runners refer to it as the Big Sur of the east coast, and we were treated to magnificent beauty the entire race through. As the miles carried on, and so did the hills, I tried to distract myself with my surroundings. Those hills that built character, were now challenging mine. My legs were feeling the wear and tear of the little bumps in the road and I didn't have the energy I sought. But like any other race, it's a mile at a time, one foot in front of the other, and every step is one closer to the finish line.

Those times when I feel myself struggle, I start thinking about the children I'm running for. Today it was Phila, who is 14, and orphaned in South Africa. As one of 9 children, who has lost his parents and is now in the care of aging grandparents, Phila lives a life so different from the teens in my area. He doesn't have a cell phone, or a Nintendo Wii. He doesn't have to try and juggle homework and football practice. He doesn't have any parents telling him his room is too messy. All those things in life that are part of our day to day existence, simply do not exist in his world. These kids struggle for the very basics, things we don't even think twice about. These kids worry about getting to eat every day or finding a safe place to stay at night. These are real needs! These are real children, no different than our own. But born into unthinkable poverty, often losing their parents to AIDS, this is the life they face. I will keep running to bring change, and hope. Whatever hills I climb, or crawl over, I do it for Phila and the other children of 25:40. They are my inspiration!

Phila

We ran along the water, with the scent of the ocean carrying through the wind. The pictures don't even begin to do justice but I hope it gives you a little glimpse of just how lovely it was.

Photo courtesy of Matt Smith - Me at mile 17

Approaching the finish line, tired and ready to be done, I was happily surprised with my time. I managed a 4:19 which was a lot faster than I thought I had run. The hills may have gotten the best of my legs, but finishing was such a great feeling. This race had been a wonderful treat to run, with great organization on a spectacular course. I will return to run this marathon again and would highly recommend it!

With race director Gary Allen at the finish line - photo courtesy of Matt Smith

After I finished I had a chance to share the finish line mic with Gary and talk about my marathon journey. I grabbed some food and enjoyed the chance to stand at the finish line, cheering for others as they completed their 26.2, watching the joy and tears that followed. Then it was time to go home. I never have much time; my trips are usually as short as possible to minimize the time away from my family. But I could have stayed a lot longer and the next time I visit Maine I'm going sea kayaking, having lobster and of course...going for another amazing run!

My medal

Final Race Stats:
4:19:25 - finishing time
326 out of 787 overall
95 out of 350 women
36 out of 77 in my age group (19-29)

My weekend....Part 2....Steamtown Marathon...for Paki...

2010-10-15T07:59:00.000-07:00

After a somewhat difficult day at the Hartford Marathon on Saturday and a lengthy process of driving to the Scranton area in PA, I finally got to my hotel. It was 7pm; I was tired, hadn't eaten in hours and doubtful about my marathon in the morning. Dinner was first on the list, so after picking up some hot pizza (a great post and pre-race dinner in my opinion) I tried to get things in order for the morning. You know what it's like, when your brain is fried and the body isn't much better. You can't quite function on all levels. That was me. It took me forever to get things organized and we're just talking about the normal pre-race check list (clothes, watch, alarm set, etc). Eventually I got it all set out, then it was time to crash. I had no trouble getting to sleep, completely gone to the world.

Steamtown has a point to point marathon course. Runners park at the finish line and are shuttled to the start. It's a great system, but it usually means having to get there earlier, especially since the bus ride was 45 minutes long. Lucky for me, my friend Brent wasn't running, so he was able to drive me to the start area and drop me off.

Frost covered morning

The start line was right next to the highschool, and as quickly as I exited the car I hurried inside! It was super cold, evidenced by the frost on the ground. Outside the doors HS cheerleaders, decked out in their cheer uniforms, poms and all, cheered for the runners and handed out purple ribbons. We had the luxury of getting to use the gym for warming up and stretching out. And even better, you had the option to use an actual bathroom instead of just port-o-potties! I was able to pick up my race packet and chat with some of my friends as we all waited for the 8am start to draw near. Steamtown is a fast course from what I'd heard, and a lot of people I talked with were hoping to get a BQ (Boston qualifying time) or PR (personal record).

Gloria

Getting ready for the start

I met Gloria, who being from Florida, was completely freezing in the low 30 temps we had outside. She was running this as her first marathon and was just looking to finish. I was planning to keep an easy pace, especially since my Garmin watch was in one of it's moods and wasn't willing to turn on for me so I'd be running this one "pace blind." We walked out together for the start, placing ourselves toward the back of the pack. Caught up in conversation, I was totally taken by surprise when the race started. Most races have a buzzer, or a gun to start off the race. Steamtown had a canon. Had I realized they were going to shoot a canon for the start I would have taken video of it with my camera. I know my son would have loved to see/hear that! It was an impressive start, feeling the canon's deliverance from the ground underneath our feet. We ran across the start mat, with the smoke filtering through the cool air in front of us.

We rounded a corner, and started on a steep decent, passing a beautiful church that was lit by the sun and carrying the sound of it's ringing bells, like a chorus. It was a magnificent moment to take in, to see, and hear. I felt my spirit soar listening to those church bells, as though calling us to take on the road ahead. I wished I could have stopped and taken a picture, but as we were on quite a decline and packed in nicely, I didn't think I could stop safely and get the shot. Somethings can only be savored in memories, and this will be one of them. I took the moment with me, and kept on running. We were passing through a a little town and many folks had come out to see us off on our journey. The cool temps were exactly what I needed, and with a scenic backdrop of fall foliage, we were on the cusp of a simply a perfect autumn day.

I ran with Gloria for a short while until she decided to take a walking break. I felt like staying pace so I kept on going. The first few miles I was paying ample attention to the condition of my legs. With much of the first few miles having significant downhill, I was once again wondering how my quads would cope. In particular, I was feeling discomfort in my left quad (the same leg that has been giving me issues all year long). It made me think back to the other issues I have faced this year and I realized, this discomfort didn't even register on the pain scale compared to what I have pushed through before. I felt it with every step, but it wasn't about to hinder me today. And that was the last mental argument I dealt with about that. I began focusing on the external part of the run, the world around me, the people around me and most of all, Paki, the South African orphan, the reason I was running. Paki is 12 years old and is growing up in one of the poorest parts of South Africa. He lives in a place where life expectancy is only 48 years of age, (almost 30 years less than here in the US) and 68% of the population live under the poverty line (families making less than $162 a month). Where do you find hope in that? This is why I chose to run for Paki, and the other children of 25:40. Do you have any idea how much your donation means? Your gift means life! It means everything!

Paki

Amazingly within a few miles, my muscles had warmed up, my quad bothered me less and I was happily distracted with conversation. I ran for bit with Katie, a mom of two young babes, doing her first full. Knowing people are running their first marathon just makes me joyful! I know it's a day they will never forget and hopefully for good reasons. A little bit later I ran with Greg and Randy, both Marathon Maniacs. Again, sheer fun to get to run with other crazed marathon addicts, enjoying the day, the run, and just flat out having a blast.

Before I knew it I was seeing the mile 9 marker. Nine miles? Where had they gone! I had life in my legs and a smile on my face. I felt great. But I sincerely wondered if I was making a mistake with my pace. I knew I was running faster than when I started out. I was passing people regularly, but everything was just flowing.

Steamtown had great aid stations and as we passed through the several small towns on our way to the finish in downtown Scranton. We were treated to lots of pretty views, friendly folks and the quaint nature of the area. At the half way point I saw the course clock with a time of 2:11. Now I knew I was running way faster than planned, it registered and the thought that I better slow down crossed my mind. But that thought didn't stick long. I didn't have any of the issues I'd dealt with the day before. My stomach was fine. My feet felt good. And even as it warmed up some, it was still significantly cooler than it had been at Hartford.

We turned onto the trails for a few miles and my feet enjoyed the cushioned leaf covered path. It was a little mini running paradise, with the sun cutting through the trees in various spots, but giving an abundance of shade and views of the Lakawanna River. Shortly after coming off the trails I spotted a girl with a sign that said my name on it. After seeing the sign with my daughter's name the day before, I had to stop and take a picture of mine, even if it really wasn't for me! Still a fun little needle in the haystack, it gave me one more thing to be happy about.

As we got into the later miles, lots of people were slowing down as there was a variety of little hills. I found myself pushing along with little effort, feeling good. I kept waiting for that moment when I'd be just burned out, but it didn't happen. At mile 23/24 there was one hill a bit steeper and longer than the others we'd tackled and I decided to walk part of it. Any time I lost there I made up quickly as I took off again, enjoying all the cheers from residents that were lining the streets. I found a couple people handing out beer in those last few miles and I didn't turn it down. Add another smile for this race!

Brownies at mile 22 = AWESOME!

The last mile I was feeling tired, but no pain. I couldn't wait to see what the finish clock would say and that curiosity was the best motivator. We had a downhill rolling into a flat section to the finish. The streets were lined with people, cheering and yelling, bands were playing; the air was full of energy.
I charged through to the finish mat, finishing in 4:17!!

At the finish

It was a real emotional finish, knowing I had just hit a huge milestone. Steamtown was marathon #40 of the year, the 4th in 9 days, and the fastest of the 4! Not one mile of Steamtown felt nearly as bad as I'd felt the day before. Words probably can't describe how I felt right then. I was elated with my negative split finish and so glad to be done!

I started on this journey 8 months, 18 days ago. It has been a long, difficult blur of a year. Regardless of difficulty, injury, weather or personal financial stability I have held course through each and every race. I have finished every marathon, and pushed through every obstacle.

But what I haven't mastered is fundraising. While I am on schedule with my races, I am far far behind on donations. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; this journey isn't about me. What good is it if I run 52 marathons, but can't raise the funds for the needs of the children I am running for? After pouring all of myself into this journey, sacrificing time from my family, and pushing my body to the extreme, if I can't make the financial goal of $26,000 I feel like the work, the effort, has been wasted. I need your help! I really really need your help! My heart is so burdened for these children and every marathon finish is emotional, knowing I am one step closer to the final finish line. But there is still so much unfinished business.

I have 12 marathons left to complete my 52. I have $15,000 left to raise. And I have over 1,500 reasons why I need to complete both of these goals. For Paki, and Lani, Liza, Duma, Beko, Abelwa, Kolo.....

Because if I could, I would run a marathon for each and every one of those 1,500 children.

Because this is a journey of hope.

Because living life, means giving it.

If what I'm doing speaks to you, please help!

"If you can't feed one hundred people, then just feed one." - Mother Teresa

Race tee

Final Race Stats:

4:17:08 - finishing time

1335 out of 1945 overall

430 out of 739 women

61 out of 90 in my age group (25-29)

Here we go again! My weekend part 1...ING Hartford Marathon...for Liza

2010-10-12T15:29:00.000-07:00

This past weekend was going to be like no other. After running back to back marathons the previous weekend (Saturday and Sunday) I was lacing up to do it again, this time with races in CT and PA. Was I out of my mind (sadly I already know this answer)? Would I manage to make it through 2 more marathons without injury or issues? This was uncharted ground for me. I've never attempted to run 4 marathons in 9 days and I didn't have a clue what to expect. Did I really just write that?! Four marathons in nine days, okay, yes, time to check myself into the insane asylum!

On the bight side of things, I was feeling well rested and recovered from the previous weekend. I wouldn't say my legs were fresh as ever, but I'd managed to do a few short runs during the week that went alright and I got a much needed massage that I hoped would keep everything following well.

Just a little pre-race H2o

Friday morning I put my son on his the bus for his afternoon kindergarten and then started on my drive up to Hartford, CT. Forgetting that it was going to be a 3 day weekend for a lot of folks (Columbus Day) I found myself dealing with a crazy amount of traffic. I had stopped to pick up my friend Brent in PA who was also going to run the marathon on Saturday. We made as few pit stops as possible, but it still took us over 9 hours to get to Hartford. I had been invited to stay with John and Maya, a couple who live near Hartford and had heard about my running journey. John was running Hartford again as his 2nd marathon and they had waited for us to arrive to have dinner. We sat down to eat around 9pm, enjoying wonderful conversation and pre-race carbs Brazillian style (as Maya is from Brazil) with lots of rice and chicken.

Late to bed, early to rise. Do I sense a pattern here? I think this is pretty much the story every weekend, and yet I always manage to make it through. We all got up early and I was treated to some great Brazilian coffee. John, Brent and I drove in together and it was looking to be a fantastically beautiful day. We got to start right in front of the state capital building and it was packed in. With a 20% increase in runners from last year, lots of people had turned out to run.

With John before the start

I had talked with John about his race goals, and after seeing his training regimen combined with his 20 pound weight loss, I fully believed he could hit his goal time of 4:30. He had run the last year hoping for a 4:30, but finished just under 5. He wanted to run with me to help with keeping a good solid pace, but knowing I had to run again the next day, I hadn't planned to run quite that fast. Still wanting to help John make his goal I figured I would help pace him for the first few miles and then slow down as needed.

Race bib and all!

Those first few miles turned turned into more and more, As the miles carried on, I started feeling on the verge of awful. My stomach was bothersome and my feet hurt. And then it started getting warm. It wasn't crazy hot or anything, but I just wasn't feeling well overall. This really wasn't my day.

Hartford offered us some small hills the first few miles and a pretty run along the riverfront and through neighborhoods. There were several bands/musicians playing along the course to keep us entertained and I saw something I've never seen before - a sign with my daughter's name on it! My oldest daughter has a very unique name (Amira) and because of that I never expected to see a banner with her name on it on a course! I had to take a picture to show her.

At mile 19 I finally had to let John to go on without me. I told him to keep pace, and I'd see him at the finish line. I had to stop and walk. The walking break was such a help. Once I started up again I had so much more energy and everything felt a little better. The last few miles were long, I was tired and worn out. My body was done miles ago, but I knew I had to keep pressing on.

These ladies giving each other support was so encouraging to me!

Almost to the finish line!

I finally found a lost gear the last couple miles and pushed my pace to make it to the finish line faster. I think I just wanted to be done so I could stop moving! We came over the bridge, rounded a corner and ran through the historic arch for the finish line. The clock read 4:36; but it was not a pretty finish for me. I felt pretty awful.

There was what I would call a fountain bar for runners to drink from instead of plastic water bottles. It was very unique; I had never seen anything like it before. And as we moved through the finish line getting our medals and such, we were each given a reusable water bottle to fill. I thought it was a great way to go green and help the environment! The best part about getting to the finish line was seeing John. He had made his goal and finished in 4:30:05! I was so happy for him!

Everyone that runs a marathon has a goal, whether it's to finish or for a specific time. The common phrase with marathon running is "pain is temporary, pride is forever." We all come to the start line for a reason. And today my reason was Liza, who is 8 and orphaned, living in poverty in the Eastern Cape of South Africa. This wasn't just another 26.2. I know after running so many of them, people probably think that it's all just second nature. But the truth is, every time I step up to the starting line, I think about the child I am carrying on my back. Today my stomach was doing flip flops and it felt horrible, but this day was not for me, or a medal, this was for Liza. This is my hope that her pain be temporary, and whatever pride I take from a finish, I use to find ways to do more to help others. Whatever I gain, let it not be for myself, but for the good of others. That is my marathon prayer.

Liza

With the weekend only half over, it was time get focused again. Shower, eat, drive and repeat. My mind was heavy on the drive back to PA. I was tired, and I still wasn't feeling all that well. With a less than stellar day in Hartford, my confidence levels were dropping. The true test would be tomorrow morning at the Steamtown Marathon. For now all I could do was focus on recovery, and pray. And the quote below came to mind:

We're not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us:

we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be" - C.S. Lewis

I will have part 2 of my marathon weekend (Steamtown Marathon) posted in a couple of days.

Hartford had an awesome shirt and medal!

Final Race Stats:
4:36:55 - finishing time
1537 out of 2208 overall
506 out of 831 women
103 out of 154 in my age group (25-29)

My weekend...part 2....YMCA Johnstown Marathon...for Lani

2010-10-07T09:57:00.000-07:00

How do people run back to back marathons? The key is recovery. Once you cross the finish line the clock is ticking. You have less than 24 hours before you are going to step up to the next start line. Everything you do, or don't do, makes a world of a difference.

I am a firm believer in eating as soon as possible following a marathon. After any long distance race, your body needs to be replenished, your muscles need to repair, but unlike all my other marathons this year, I'd be asking my body to repair over night.

Thankfully after I finished the Freedom's Run Marathon they had hot pizza. Protein is key for recovery, and with having to run the next day, calorie replacement is high on that list too. I had 2 slices and then shuttled back to my car.

Having to do double marathons is hard not on just your body, but on your family. Having to be gone so much this year, I try to minimize time away and make the most of the time I get to be home. So getting home Saturday afternoon meant mom duty. My husband Jeremy went to enjoy time with friends and I had the kids for the rest of the day. I got a shower, and tried to rest for a little bit, but there was plenty that needed to be done. After house cleaning and laundry, I ordered take out Chinese for the kids and my favorite, Thai food for me! It was a busy day!

I got my stuff ready for the morning as I had a 3 hour drive to Johnstown, PA. It meant waking up again at 4:30, but getting to sleep in my own bed was a huge benefit. I'd happily get less sleep and not have to stay at a hotel. Somehow I managed to again only get 5 hours of sleep. I stood in my bathroom, looking at the bags under my eyes in the mirror and wondered if my legs were as exhausted as the rest of me felt right then.

Moments like this, when your bed is 10 feet away, and the rest of the world around you is in slumber, it's so easy to want to just crawl back in bed and say not today. I had made the decision to run Jonhstown only a couple days prior. It wasn't a must do on my list. I knew that I had the chance to skip it if I didn't feel up to it, but as tempting as my sheets were at that moment, I knew this was more than just a race. I'm not running just another 26.2 so I can hang a medal on my wall (don't get me wrong I love my medals), this was another chance to be a beacon of hope and today I was running for Lani. I had already pinned her picture to the back of my shirt. This day was for her, not for me, not for my sleep or tired legs. I put on my shirt and got ready to go.

Lani

Lani is 10 and one of over 1,500 orphans in the Eastern Cape of South Africa that I am raising funds for this year. Looking at her picture, and knowing how much she has had to struggle makes me think of my own children. This child, was someone's daughter and that hits close to home. My oldest daughter turns 10 at the end of this month. I look at her and am amazed. I can't believe how fast the time has gone. She's always coming up along side of me, measuring how tall she is. I'm tall, so she has her work cut out for her to gain height on me, but just the same I realize how much she has changed and matured. Not to mention how little time I have left before the teen years hit! I love my family and I've missed them so very much this year with having to travel for races; but when I look at Lani, I know that I made the right decision in doing this. If running today, and next week and the week after, etc, can give Lani a chance for a better life, then I will sacrifice today to give Lani a better tomorrow.
I would hope and pray someone would do that for my children if they were left in the kinds of conditions that Lani and these other orphans face. It's not about the work, it's just flat out the right thing to do. So coffee in hand, I headed out.

Johnstown had a 9am start time which worked out well for me. It's a small marathon, and it seemed that most people were running the other distances offered (half marathon, 10k and 5k), but I always look forward to running on ground I have never covered before.

Johnstown's incline plane usually takes runners to the start, but it is under repair right now

The beginning of the race took us through residential streets lined with huge trees. I anticipated my legs feeling tired and sore, but they seemed to have life left in them. The first few miles passed quickly and I was encouraged with how well I felt.

Awaiting the start

By mile 5 or so we started going downhill and we had several miles of downhill. In most cases that sounds superb. The effort of downhill running usually feels easier than uphill, however, it is killer on your quads, and I was feeling the effects of the previous day with each step down. We were now away from homes, enjoying trees and solitude. I could only see a couple runners in front of me and that would be my view for the remainder of the marathon.

It was a nice little marathon, the aid stations were regular and a few spots on the course a woman had a tray of candies/bars to keep us refueled. All the volunteers were kind and supportive, but there was a lot of time on the road without a single soul around.

Funny little tavern I passed along the way

I found myself struggling through the middle miles a lot. I think my body was just flat out tired, and knowing I still had quite a few miles to go fizzed my motivation. The trees were beautiful and I enjoyed the peacefulness of a lone run, but I guess that alone wasn't enough to energize me.

At one point another runner passed me and as he did I saw him reach into his pocket, take out a twenty dollar bill and hand it to me to donate for Lani. I caught up with him and come to find out he had also run Freedom's Run the day before! We chatted for a bit and then kept on with our own pace. I got the chance to talk with a very few other runners on the course, the rest of the time it was just me and the road.

Running alone can be challenging and good. It gives you lots of time to think, reflect and absorb the world around you. It also means you don't have much to distract you from the miles and miles you have left to run. I tried to keep my mind busy and ignore my watch. Eventually we started coming back to town and with just 3 miles left to go I found renewed energy. There were more people out to cheer us on and that was another great motivator for the last couple miles. I picked up my pace and found myself feeling awesome, even passing runners in that final stretch.

Beautiful church around mile 24

Like the day before, we turned into a stadium for the finish line and as I looked at the clock I had to smile. I finished in 4:25, giving myself a huge "negative split" from my time the previous day in 4:43!

I have run over 60 lifetime marathons and have never ever gotten a post race massage at the finish line, but today I did. There was no line and I figured with having the 3 hour drive back home, the stretching would do my muscles some good.

As I laid on the massage table, I heard my name called over the intercom. Apparently I had come in 2nd place for my age group. I knew it was a small race, but I didn't think it was that small! When the full results were posted a few days later my 2nd place didn't seem quite like a victory as I saw that there was only me and one other woman in my age group, but all the same I was quite happy with my time.

My medals

I'm recovery bound for another week, another double and 2 more orphans. Let's hope this coming weekend turns out just as well!

"It is more blessed to give than to receive" - Jesus (Acts 20:35)

Final Race Stats:

4:25:23 - final time

54 out of 66 overall

9 out of 14 women

2nd for age group (25-29)

My weekend...part 1.....Freedom's Run...for Kolo....

2010-10-05T09:17:00.000-07:00

This past weekend I was embarked on new ground. I decided to run a double (running a marathon on Saturday and Sunday). I've only run one other double before, and that was last year when I wasn't having to maintain a weekly marathon streak. I had run that double as part of my training for a 24 hour race and it was definitely a learning experience. At the time I was really set on finishing both my marathons under 4:30, which I did, running a 4:22 on Saturday at the National Marathon in DC and then 4:21 at the Shamrock marathon on Sunday. I remember being elated with getting a "negative split" and accomplishing something new.

This time around, my approach would be very different, my drive and motivation for a completely different goal. This was also a chance to run two marathons close to home and give myself an open weekend for later in the year (most likely Christmas weekend).

This time around I wouldn't be focusing on a clock time, but just getting a finishing time. This time I'd be hyper-focused on proper nutrition per and post race, to aid recovery to it's max. I had held off on doing any doubles earlier this year because I didn't want to impose too much stress on my body and create any unnecessary issues that could possibly hinder my next marathon. After the injury issues I dealt with in May, that left me literally limping through my races, I've been very cautious to be overly confident in my running ability. But as things had been positively improving the past couple months, my body recovering better and faster, I felt like this was a chance, not a risk.

Knowing I had 54.2 miles to complete this weekend, I knew sleep was a factor as well. Just from my weekly marathons I've seen how much by body has craved sleep this year. Thursday and Friday nights I needed to get good sleep. So getting less than 5 hours of sleep on Friday night was by no means the smart move or a good way to start the weekend.

Saturday morning I made the short drive to West Virginia for the 2nd annual Freedom's Run Marathon. I usually pay no attention to course maps or descriptions, but knowing I had double this weekend, I checked to see what I was up against ahead of time and it looked like this race was going to bring some challenging hills in the second half.

Getting ready for the start I met several other ladies who were planning to run the same double. Freedom's run had a 7 hour course time limit and the YMCA Johnstown Marathon on Sunday had a 6 hour limit so it was perfect for that goal.

As we geared up for the starting line I was excited. It was looking to be a beautiful fall day with cool temps and beautiful scenery. There was no stress on my time, other than making sure I didn't run too fast and I was anticipating taking lots of pictures. Boy did I! I took almost 100 pictures on the course and I could have easily taken more. We were treated to wonderful views as we trekked through 4 National Parks. Course wise this wouldn't be my race pick if you are looking to get a personal best time or Boston qualify. But if you want to enjoy a beautiful 26.2 miles and especially if you are a history buff, this race is a must! Hands down one of the most scenic I've ever run, and if you like the peace of a small town race, this well organized event needs to be on your list!

I don't think my commentary can do any justice to the run so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. We started by running several miles through Harper's Ferry National Park and then a good 10 miles on the C&O Canal, which was shaded and flat. For me, the run was pure joy. I got caught up in all the beauty around.

The first few miles of the race I chatted with those around me, sharing stories and training ideas. Several people I spoke with were using this marathon as part of the training for the JFK 50 Miler that takes place nearby in November. As a matter of fact, part of that race is run right on the C&O.

As we exited the C&O and continued on country roads we'd already covered 16 miles or so and I knew what was up ahead, hills. As we headed up our first real hill, there was a group of girls along the street, cheering and yelling to help push us up the hill. As I passed them I told them, "you guys have the harder job, you have to cheer us up this hill for hours." I'm betting they had sore thoats the next day, but it was very uplifting to have them cheer us on. The winding country roads took us to Antietam Battlefield. We ran a good 5 miles through there, covering lots of hills. It was remarkable to run through and I felt like I was taken back in time.

For those of you who love history, you know that The Battle of Antietam, also called the Battle of Sharpsburg, took place September 17, 1862, and was a crucial event in the American Civil War. There were some 23,000 casualties suffered by the Union and Confederate forces that day. Antietam marked the end of Confederate General Robert E. Lee’s first invasion of the North. The results of the Battle and the entire 1862 Maryland Campaign gave President Lincoln the Union victory he needed and eventually paved the way for him to issue the famous Emancipation Proclamation, a document that changed the whole nature of the Civil War and the history of our country. Running through the battlefields, you couldn't help but think about how much blood had been spilled on that ground.

At mile 21/22, as I was exiting the Battlefield, I happened to time my pace just perfect. Weekend tours were going on, and I got to see the reenactment soldiers cross right in front of me to the battlefield, with their drummer boy in tow.

The last few miles took us into Shepherdstown for the finish. Quaint little houses lined the streets and then I saw something I didn't expect, lamas. They were not roaming in a field, they were harnessed and when I stopped to take a picture of them, the handlers insisted that I be in the picture with the lamas. So i took the leash of the black one and stood next to the lamas for my photo.

I had taken it easy on the course, and I felt full of energy for the last couple miles. We crossed the Rumsey Bridge (picture below) and turned into the Sheperd University stadium to finish on the 50 yard line. I crossed in 4:43 and headed straight to the food tent. The race had done a great job with well stocked aid stations all along the course (including homemade brownies at mile 21 that I wish I had taken a picture of!) and the finish line food was even better! There were orchard apples, fresh from the trees and hot pizza! I had 2 slices before making my way to back to my car.

All the magnificent views of the day were wonderful distractions, making the miles pass without notice. But still in the back of my mind was the reason I was there in the first place and that reason was Kolo. Kolo is 4 and part of a family of 9 children who have lost their parents. Orphaned and living in severe poverty in South Africa, she is cared for by her grandparents and her family is one of many that has been helped through 25:40's efforts. We are talking about the most basic and essential human needs, food, shelter, medicine, clothes. During the race, I talked with one lady on the course who had run the Comrades Marathon in South Africa last year. If you are unfamiliar with the race, it's one of the world's top ultradistance races between Durban and Pietermaritzburg in South Africa. It covers 56 miles and has a strict 12 hour limit. She shared that even while running the event, she saw the devastating poverty, and children that were so desperate for anything they could be given. She said as she went through aid stations, she would take extra food and pass it to the children along the road. As with most marathons, people often wear a "toss away" sweatshirt at the start to stay warm and eventaully throw it, not worrying about ever needing it again. These are clothes that we could care less about, and the children there asked and waited for people to drop them. It breaks my heart to know this is what so many children live through.

I wasn't born into poverty. I have never been starving. I have never gone without clothes. I didn't choose the upbringing I received or the parents I had. I realize no one gets to choose that, but no child deserves the life Kolo has. She didn't pick this life, just like I didn't pick mine. But together, we can change her future! Running this year has been my attempt to use the blessings I have received from my upbringing, from my parents, for those that are not as fortunate. With your help, your donations, we can literally save lives! Your donations go straight to help these children, meeting their most basic needs!

Kolo

I ran through history at Freedom's Run, with high hopes that this journey will change history! Help me make a new beginning for these kids, one mile, one child at a time. PLEASE DONATE!

Finish line

Final Race Stats:
4:43:42 - finishing time
359 out of 564 overall
101 out of 201 women
26 out of 38 in my age group (20-29)

Part 2, (YMCA Johnstown Marathon) of my weekend will be posted in a couple days!

My medal

Road Runner Akron Marathon....for Duma

2010-09-28T09:02:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning I woke up to butterflies in my stomach. I got ready, ate breakfast, pinned on my race number. It was all the usual race morning routine, but for the first time in months I had jitters about my marathon. I wasn't worried about being able to finish the distance, or having pain issues. I wasn't concerned about the weather or the course. Today the responsibility of being a pace leader weighed on my shoulders. I was excited about the opportunity to lead a group of marathoners, many of which would be first timers, to their goal of a 5:00 hour finish (or 2:30 half) through the pace company marathonpacing.com. This was my first time being a pacer and I wanted to do the best job I could, running consistent as possible and giving my runners everything they needed to be successful in their goal.

I got into Akron, Ohio on Friday evening and worked the pacing booth for a couple hours, getting a chance to meet most of the team, handing out pace bands and explaining our pacing options to runners. We had pacers running from a 3:10 to 6 hour finish and with almost 5,000 people running either the half or full, we were busy the entire evening. The expo was flooded with energy, everyone
excited about running their race in the morning.

As I was handing out pace bands I realized my first error of the weekend. In my craziness of packing and trying to get on the road on time, I managed to forget the one thing I told myself not to leave behind, my own pace band! I was supposed to print it up and get it ready, as we didn't have any 5 hour bands. I ended up making my own little homemade band after the expo and hoped it would hold up through the miles and sweat.

pace bracelet

Race morning, I got to the start area early, parked my car in one of the many lots and vowed not to forget where I parked it this year (as I did last year when I ran Akron). Walking up to the start, the sky still covered in a thick black blanket, the air cool. I was sincerely excited to have a chance to lead other runners. I snapped a quick picture of the start banner and made my way toward the back of the starting corral.

Flags designating breaks in predicted paces so runners could line up according to their intended speed. Standing there with the 5 hour pace sign, runners started to quickly gather. Within a few minutes we had packed in well, and I had a good size group of runners planning to run with me.

So ready to rock!

The gun sounded and slowly we made our way to the starting mats. For the first time in what seems like forever, I spent most of the race keeping an eye my watch. With a 5 hour finish time, I needed to maintain a 11:27/min per mile pace. I planned to run slightly faster in the first half, banking a little extra time to walk through the aid stations and to give us a little cushion for the second half when people would be worn out. We were blessed with great weather and I thoroughly enjoyed getting to talk with the runners as we settled into our rythem. School bands cheered us on as we ran through Akron.

Then at mile 3 we all had to come to a sudden halt. I was worried that perhaps someone was down on the road, but as it turned out the wheelchair participants were crossing paths in front of us and we had to wait almost 2 minutes before we could resume running. I was already concerned about the pace differences from going up and down hills, but now I had to also factor in the extra time lost with the stop.

Waiting at mile 3

And as always, I had to make sure I stopped along the way to take photos. I had explained to my group about my blog before the race and ever so often I handed off my pace sign so I could jump to the side, take a photo and then rush back to the group. Everyone was really cool and understanding about my having to take pictures. And I loved getting to know my runners. Over the course of the race I got the chance to talk one on one with probably a dozen or so. At mile 11, the half marathoners split from us for their last 2 miles and our group dwindled. As the miles carried on, I lost people here and there. Some had gone on ahead, some had dropped back.

Being a personal trainer, it's my job to inspire and motivate people. It's my responsibility to help them achieve their goals, to keep them on track and being a pacer was just the same. It was my chance to encourage and motivate. It was a time to share stories and distract when the miles got tough. It was my job to keep them focused and on track as we closed in on the final miles. It was an awesome experience for me. I loved every mile and every minute. I was running Akron for Duma, a 10 year old boy who is orphaned in South Africa. Every week I have the motivation of the child I carry on my back. I know these miles are not for me, but for them. Running for someone else is incredibility motivating. It gives new meaning to the task at hand. It's not about bringing home a medal, but bringing hope to children who have lost so much. Pacing was a chance to extend that purpose.

Duma

When I think about it, we have pacers in so many aspects of our lives. Growing up we have our parents, our teachers. Their responsibility is to lead, and ours to follow. At some point, we become the pacer for someone else. We have the chance to give that direction, that insight. Life turns full circle.

Regardless of personal beliefs, we all have a need for direction, advice, and wisdom. We seek it out in different ways, through different channels, but we never outgrow that need, as adults we still need a pacer. And as for me, God is my pacer.

We ran, coming from all walks and stages of life. From stay at home moms to students. Working as lab techs, teachers, dietitians and attorneys. We were running in our own backyards and had traveled far to be a part of this experience. Running in celebration of amazing weight loss and in memory of loved ones lost. I found myself truly motivated by their stories, their lives. I might have been pacing them, but whatever I had given, whatever support I had been, I felt blessed 10 fold through their camaraderie.

Akron offers a very fun, and picturesque course. We ran through downtown, seeing the sights of different neighborhoods and the University campus. There were plenty of rolling hills to keep things interesting and even a few miles of soft surface on the Towpath trail, going over bridges and along golf courses. We spent several miles running on beautifully shaded streets away from the world before we made our way back toward the finish line.

The last couple miles I struggled to keep my runners. Fatigue was setting in, and more and more people dropped back. The volunteers on the course were great, spectators came out to cheer us. I didn't want to lose any runners, but I knew I had to keep going. I picked up a few tired runners and encouraged them to keep running to the finish line.

The hill at mile 21

I crossed the finish line a minute earlier than I intended in 4:58:40, but it was a moment of celebration. I stayed around the finish area and got to see several of the runners who had spent most of their day
running with me. We snapped some photos and I congratulated them on their accomplishment.

Band at the finish line

Pacing made me really reflect on life. A lot of runners had just finished their first half or full marathon. This race, this moment, would stand out for a long time to come. I've run almost 60 lifetime marathons, and yet I remember my first marathon like it was yesterday. I was really glad to have been a positive part in so many people's marathon experiences.

26.2 miles DONE!

When it comes right down to it, we all have our own life course, a different purpose, a different path. But in some way we all need to be lead, and to lead. It just depends on if we are open to that responsibility.

Akron gives out seriously awesome swag!

Brooks running jacket and a finishers headband!

This marathon journey is a chance to give through my running, but it's also about so much more. I hope it will inspire others to find what they are called to do. We all have been blessed with something that we can in turn use to bless others. What is it you have to give? Who are you a pacer for?

Final Race Stats:
4:58:40 - finishing time
1267 out of 1523 overall
387 out of 511 women
70 out of 94 for my age group (25-29)

Fox Valley Marathon...for Beko...

2010-09-21T09:07:00.000-07:00

This weekend has to have been one of the best of my year so far. I got up Saturday morning, made a big breakfast for everyone and then it was time to get moving. I had managed to get a late afternoon flight to Chicago and that meant getting some time with my kids. I got to see my youngest daughter cheer at her football game and my son play in his flag football game. I didn't think I was going to have a single chance this season so being there was meaningful in ways I can't begin to describe.

After landing in Chicago I headed straight for the packet pick up, and then it was time to get back on the road again. An old friend that I had met through my mom's group had invited me to come stay with her and I was really excited to have the chance to catch up! We got dinner at her favorite Japanese Steakhouse and didn't leave a moment dull. It had been 5 years since I'd seen Amy and it was great to talk about all the changes in our lives and our children's lives. It made me think about just how drastically I've changed since then. When I joined the group in 2003 I had just recently started on my journey to get in shape. At that time I had a 3 year old and a 4 month old. I was a stay at home mom and it was time to rearrange my life. I got serious, I changed my diet and started lifting weights. I dreaded every single minute of cardio that I spent on my treadmill, but I was determined to stick to my plan. I never had any intentions of ever becoming a runner. Fast forward a couple years, quite a few pounds lost and another baby. With having 3 little kids, the treadmill was my workout outlet. Running had become more enjoyable, but it was still more of a check the box, you did your workout for the day kind of thing than a joy. The transition from it being routine, to something I actively sought out developed slowly. I would say I became a runner in December of 2005 because that is the first time I recall really wanting to run. I asked for a polar heart rate watch for Christmas. I bought my first pair of running shoes. I did my first 5 miles without stopping and I couldn't believe how much I loved it. I can vividly remember those days, with bottles and diapers, tantrums and story time. With dishes and laundry, finger paints and Cheerios. My mom's group was an awesome support and much needed adult relief from a day long load of endless energized children.

With Amy at dinner

As Amy and I talked about those days, I thought about how fitting it was that I was running this week for Beko, a 2 year old orphaned boy in South Africa. Anyone with children knows just how tiring it is to care for little ones. Their needs are intense and its a 24 hour job. Life is exhausting with demands. Beko and 8 other children are being cared for by their grandparents. They all live in one house and his grandparents not only have to deal with the difficulties of raising so many children, but the hardship of poverty and health concerns as well. Even on my most overwhelming days of motherhood, I don't think I could have possibly have come close to the work these grandparents have to manage on a daily basis. How do you care for children that you don't have enough food for? How do you tell a hungry child you have nothing to give them? This is why 25:40 exists, to help this family and so many other families in the Ngqeleni district of the Eastern Cape in South Africa.

This is where heart meets needs. This is not about numbers, but lives. What if, through living your life, you could positively change the lives of 1,000's of people? Why wouldn't you? People get caught up in the moment of today, the world around us. We all have priorities, families, jobs, bills. We have plenty of stuff to clutter every moment that the clock allows. But beyond that, we all have something to give, weather it be monetary or not. What is it you have to give?

We left the resturant and as we headed back Amy asked me if I liked the movie Ferris Bueller. Apparently his high school was only a couple minutes down the road! We drove the same road that Ferris took the Ferrari down and parked in the spot where he stopped in front of the school to pick up Sloane. If you've seen the movie, you know what I'm talking about. Of course it was dark so it's not quite the same, but I had to take a picture of the steps! It also happens to be where Amy went to high school - how funny! And in case you're wondering, the school is Glenbrook North High School.

Ferris Bueller's HS

As the evening continued, so did our conversations. I wanted to just sit and gab all night, but I finally had to get to bed, it was midnight. With 4 hours sleep, I was up again and it was time to get ready to go. I won't lie, I was exhausted when I woke up and I had the classic bags under my eyes, but it was time to get moving. I had an hour drive to St. Charles for the race.

The Fox Valley Marathon was an inaugural event and I was impressed with how well the race was organized. They even had Dunkin Donuts coffee and donut holes for the runners! I got a half cup and started talking with another runner, Heather, who lives in the area. We got caught up in conversation and before I knew it, the race was starting and we were on the move. I had positioned myself to run between the 4:15 and 4:30 pace groups, but within the first couple miles I passed the 4:15 group. The air was crisp, the road felt good, and I focused on the world around me, not my pace. I've been increasingly running my races by feel, not according to my watch and it seems to be working well. Today was no different. Heather was in my sights and she was a good pace gauge for me.

The course was pretty, taking us through town streets and on bike paths along Fox River. We ran over lots of little bridges, through parks and the path was shaded most of the run. It was scenic, and flat with awesome aid stations almost every mile. I thought the area was quite visually entertaining and the volunteers were awesome. The perfect weather just made the day that much more enjoyable and the miles flew by. I finally looked down at my watch at the half way point and saw that I had been running quite a bit faster than I thought. I hit 13.1 in 1:57. I felt good, but was also wondering if I was going to pay for my faster pace in the second half of the marathon. Was I going to have enough energy to carry myself to the finish or was I going to crash and burn?

I saw these girls cheer us at several different points on the course - they were awesome!

Miles 15-20 had small little ups and downs that felt like so much more work than they should have. It was starting to get warmer and I could feel I was slowing down. The last 6 miles I was flat out tired. I was feeling it in my knees. Every step you take is one closer to the finish line I reminded myself and I pushed on. Even with my slower pace I was passing lots of people. It gave me motivation and determination to get to the finish line.

I crossed in 4:03, which is my second fastest marathon time ever and fastest time this year! This was #35 of my 52 marathons for the year. How in the world did I do that? I don't know! It was a good day. Even on little sleep and with worn out shoes I did it. This week alone is proof that our bodies are capable of so much more than we ever imagined.

I waited for Heather to cross the finish line. I had passed her in the last couple miles and she finished less than a minute behind me. I gave her a big hug and congratulated her as she had just killed her old PR (personal record time) by almost 20 minutes. I stupidly didn't think to get our picture taken, but I was thankful to have met her.

The things in life that mean the most are the moments that shape us. The moments that bring an immediate smile every time we think back. I ran for Beko and I will look back on this day and smile. I hope through this journey, Beko will too, have a reason to smile.

"Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give,

not reluctantly or under compulsion,

for God loves a cheerful giver"

2 Corinthians 2:9

Final Race Stats:

4:03:58 - finishing time

208 out of 483 overall

58 out of 193 women

8 out of 29 in my age group (25-29)

Erie Marathon...for Abiwela...

2010-09-14T09:41:00.000-07:00

On Saturday I tagged along with my friend Nicole for the long drive up to Erie, PA. Six hours in the car passes so much quicker when you get to hang out with another cool maniac chick! We just made the long drive together to Titusville, PA a few weeks ago and I was glad to be her partner in crime again. Nicole is a die hard Michigan fan, so when she told me she wanted to drive up early so she could watch the game when we got there I was more than happy to go along. Having grown up watching college football I gained a huge love for the sport and in general, love watching any team play. We picked up our packets and headed over to the local sports bar. The game was awesome and we got a chance to hang out with Chuck "Marathon Junkie" Engle and his girlfriend Sommer. The 4 of us enjoyed plenty of beer, wine, wraps and fries between running stories and laughs. It was awesome to finally met Chuck in person. I had the pleasure to be on the Pure Fit Radio show that he co-hosts with Bart Yasso earlier this year, so to get to sit down and talk running in person was fantastic!

Nicole, Chuck and me

After more beer than I probably needed, and a well deserved Michigan win Nicole and I called it a day and headed to the hotel. The weather forecast was looking exceptional for this time of year. I ran the Erie Marathon back in 2008 with high hopes of getting a PR (personal best time). With a pancake flat double loop course and plenty of training, I felt confident it was in the bag. What I didn't account for was the heat and humidity. It was muggy and 75 at the start that year. Needless to say, I didn't PR and was completely drained by the end of the race. Nicole had run it in 2009 with similar weather. This year it was looking to be overcast and cool. To have good temps 3 weeks in a row would be like a miracle, but I wasn't about to complain! We headed to bed early and before I knew it the alarm was sounding, 4:30 had come.

The morning brought rain and after parking our car in one of the many lots we sat in the dark and stayed put for awhile. No need to go get wet before we had to. Thankfully the rain was short lived and as we made our way to the start it was tapering off. Shortly after starting I came across my friend Rick, a dentist in Canada who has run over 230 marathons! It was a joy to get to run with him again for a couple miles and chat about running and life. I also had the pleasure of running with a couple women during the race that were running their first marathon. I am always so happy and excited when I meet people who are on their first 26.2 adventure. I have such fond memories of my first marathon, and to be a part of someone else's marathon memories is pretty cool.

The temps stayed nice, and the sun hid behind the clouds, but I didn't feel it today. By mile ten I was having random little aches and pains, nothing awful, but it was a constant irritation. As I came to the halfway point and saw that the clock said 2:03 I was very pleased. I didn't feel like my pace had been that fast, but knowing that we would run the same loop twice, I hadn't stopped to take any pictures the first time around. I knew that alone was going to add some time to my second half.

As we ran along Lake Erie and Presque Isle Bay there were several points that were quite pretty, but the gray sky didn't let me capture it well with photos. The park is covered with lush trees and marsh plants like cat-tails. I saw honey suckle, wildflowers, lilly pads and I'm sure there are plenty of frogs. Sorry I didn't stop to see if I could spot any.

Earlier in the week I had noticed some pelvic discomfort during my runs and I felt like I had a mild groin strain after one of my workouts. I wondered if it was going to rear it's ugly head again at the race and unfortunately the answer was yes. It was just distracting from the run. I have grown rather accustomed to running with various types of aches and even intense pain this year so this wasn't anything horrific, just a constant reminder that my body was unequivocally unhappy with my decision to run again.

Then it was the bathroom calling me. You know how it is, you have to go, you know there is a bathroom a couple miles ahead and that just makes it worse. I keep debating in my head if I should stop or not. I know that sounds stupid, why wouldn't you just stop? When I'm running I generally try to just deal with it and wait till I cross the finish line, especially if there is a line for the port-o-potties. But there again, it was a constant nag for the last few miles. I didn't stop though. I wanted to just keep moving.

Sounds like somewhat of a crappy day right? Well, truthfully I didn't feel the best, but I wasn't running for me. I really have nothing to complain about in light of what Abiwela has to deal with. Every time I struggle in a race, every time I have to deal with pain, every time I want to stop, I just have to remind myself why I'm there. Every minute, every mile, every race, is for a purpose. Abiwela is 13 and orphaned and I was running this race for him. Our kids at 13 are glued to their cell phones and Ipods. They want their space and expanding freedoms. With high school right around the corner, there are high hopes and emotions. And with that, often a lot of struggles between parents and teens. A lot of times the last thing they want to do is have to spend time with family. But that's not the case for Abiwela. Having a family is probably what he wishes for most of all! Imagine being a teen, and realizing that you most likely will never have a family. People often want to adopt babies, even young children, but the statistics of getting adopted at his age are beyond slim. He's had to face his life without the direction, guidance and love that we give our kids. What kind of hope does he have??? This marathon journey is about bringing that hope home for kids like Abiwela. If you could do something to make a child's life better why wouldn't you? This is why I run.

Crossing the finish line is always a great moment, no matter how you feel. You can sprint across, or even drag your feet across and it's still a great moment, because you are done! I finished in 4:13 and as I stood in the finish area, trying to regroup, another runner came up to me. We had met at a race earlier this year and after talking for a moment he reached for something pinned to his shorts. He had seen that I'd be at the race and had pinned some cash to donate when he found me. I thought that was incredibly thoughtful and kind! I chatted with a few other runners then immediately went to find Nicole and some food. They had subs, salads, chips and cookies. After some calories, and a couple more running conversations it was a long walk locating where we had parked the car. With the long drive back, we both wanted to get on the road quickly.

The aid station volunteers were great and I loved the costumes!

After getting home I was curious about my finishing time in 2008. I looked it up and as it turns out, I finished it faster this year! Granted it was only by about 30 seconds and the weather was a huge reason I didn't run as well in '08, but all the same I'll take it! Marathon #34 is in the books and its time to keep focused on the work ahead.

The view walking back to the car after the race

Knowing that the final finish line is getting closer, I feel an urgency with my fundraising. I still have a long way to go to make my goal. Every child matters, every penny counts and I ask for those of you who can make a donation to please hit the donate button at the top of my site! If everyone who reads this donates $1, that alone will make a huge impact! If you can't donate, do you have friends that you could send my link to? Your sharing my journey with others can make a huge impact as well!

Loved the hat this year....

and the unique finisher's medal

Each day is a chance to do something great.

Don't waste a minute of it!

"Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms." - 1Peter 4:10

Final Race Stats:

4:13:17 - finishing time
249 out of 469 overall
67 out of 175 women
10 out of 30 in my age group (25-29)