Moses Wears Sneakers

DC Bound. Boston Changed.

2013-04-26T12:15:00.003-04:00

I'm long overdue on a training update. DC is just a few days away.
But I can't commit until I put my thoughts together on the events that took place on April 15th.

Look, unless I'm training for a marathon when I'm 100, I'll never qualify for Boston.
But whether you run a 6:30 mile or a 12:00 mile (ahem), you are a runner.

It's in some unwritten running code that you nod, acknowledge or wave at a fellow runner as you pass. Sometimes, when an event is looming, you give a word of encouragement or high-five to a runner who, like you, has a long training run to accomplish.

Runners stick around at the finish line, and cheer for others who have not yet crossed. Did you ever see a runner litter? No. We care about the roads, and trails we think of as our own. We think of others when we run. We run to raise money for people who can not run.

So when news of the bombings first broke, I thought of my wonderful running family. Who could possibly want to hurt the most loving, giving community? This was my fear.

Or so I thought.

Long training runs, recovery naps, and travel time to races. We do this with the support of loved ones. My crew knows when I'm too sore to even get up and find the remote. They will do it for me. Family. Friends. And that's who the bombers hurt.

Little Martin Richard. I think I've memorized every little dimple in his face. I close my eyes and can picture a lopsided smile revealing newly acquired grown-up front teeth. It's a picture of a young boy on the edge of becoming a young man.

Martin was there, at the finish line, because he loved a runner. Not just his father who didn't run this year, but neighbors in the running community. Martin was there to cheer and celebrate.

And for this he died?

You can not make sense out of the senseless. This I know.

Martin did everything right. He skipped along Boylston Street, and climbed a metal barricade to get the very best view. This is what little boys full of life do every day.

It's what I want my boys to do. Get dirty. Push to the front. Want nothing less than the very best view. Cheer for strangers. And loved ones. If not running for the finish line, I want them to stand alongside it. To lift up others, just as Martin did.

See you in DC.

Milestones and Pit Stops

2013-03-22T12:31:00.000-04:00

The calendar says spring.
Really. It does.
I checked.

I may be the one person who would rather run in snow, than warmer temperatures. But, if you grew up with pale pasty skin like me. It's always a good reason to stay covered up.

I was decked out in layers last Sunday, as I did my solo 10 mile run around Avon Lake, and through some of my favorite trails within Kopf Reservation, and along a chilly- still frozen Lake Erie. Brrr.

This is also experimentation time for me. On a long run, you need energy replacement to help you make it through several hours of pounding the pavement. Muscles can cramp. Fatigue can take a toll. You need an energy boost that won't upset your stomach(something I know a lot about).

Old Friend

Gu has been my go-to in the past. Chocolate only (Hello? I rank my sweet friend third, and only after air and water). But in the last couple long-distance events Gu has become too Gu-ey. Too sweet, sticky and yes, even nauseating. So after much consideration, and a long distance test run, it looks like this is now my race staple:

New Friend

Shot bloks - by the people who make Clif bars. They're gummy-like. Easy to pop, chew and digest. There is no chance of chocolate dribble down the front of your running singlet. Good amount of carbs. I'm a fan.

And well, lo and behold, apparently my son likes them too. He's noticed some kids popping shot blocks during swim practice. I thought it excessive, but reminded myself that during those 90 minutes they can swim in excess of 3,000 meters (I'll save you the conversion, that's just a bit under 2 miles). My swimmer is now officially a runner. William has joined a running club at his school which meets twice a week. Their goal is to run a 5k.

After a first outing, running on the sidewalks, William returned home with sore feet. I was about due for new running shoes, so I figured I'd be a good mom and take him to my favorite running speciality store Second Sole in Rocky River. They've taken care of my horrible feet. I would entrust my son's still perfect toes to their expert fitting.

My children's inheritence spent here.

Fit him, they did with a pair of Brooks youth running shoes. The right fit for his foot-type and good support.

Love the yellow laces

I have a new pair of Asics GT-3000. My go-to running shoe. Add to that a few packs of shot bloks and we I left the store $253 lighter. There are people who say running is great, because you don't need much and it's an inexpensive sport. Less expensive than some other sports? Yes. Inexpensive? I'd like to find whomever said that, and ask them to pay for the next running bra I need to purchase.

The Road past the White House

2013-03-15T14:30:00.000-04:00

I wasn't a runner the few years I spent inside the Beltway. Back then running seemed too hard. I tagged myself a "non-runner". Aerobics, yes. Stationary bike and Stairmaster: check. The few times I tried jogging on a treadmill, I had a death-grip on the support rails by minute 5.

So as I've eased into running, I've felt a twinge of envy on family trips to DC. As we'd check out the monuments and museums, I'd watch the joggers breeze by, running in the shadows of our nation's history. What it must be like to have the US Capitol and Washington Monument as mile markers on a daily run. Does it ever get boring?

That's one reason I set my sights on the very first Nike Women's Half Marathon in DC. (The other reason? The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society is the featured charity - of course!)

I've been going over the 13.1 mile course, and let's just say I'm beyond thrilled with the route.
Here is the cliff notes version:

Start on Pennsylvania Ave. - Loop in front of US Capitol and back.

Start: Pennsylvania Avenue - just West of Freedom Plaza.
Heading West we pass the National Archives, Gallery of Art and run in front of the US.
And that's just 1 mile in!

The Monument. Much prettier than a picture of SW freeway.

          Loop back and take a left onto 9th street to the Southwest Freeway and head West catching
          glimpses of the Washington Monument, World War II Memorial, Martin Luther King
          Memorial, and to the left the Tidal Basin (Cherry Blossoms anyone?).

          We veer northwest to run along the Potomac, passing the Kennedy Center, and reaching a
          turnaround near the Watergate building - where I will be sure to channel my inner Nixon and
          listen in on fellow runners' conversations. Keep in mind, I travel with the social running group,
          not the "run until I cough up a lung" gang.

          From this point, another turn around where we double-back until we hit the Arlington Bridge
          for a run across the Potomac and immediately back. Sounds like we've covered a lot of
          territory? We're only on mile 5.

By this point, I will look far more miserable than these runners.

          Our bridge loop done, we head south along Ohio Drive (Is this a sign, perhaps?) looping
          around the East Potomac Golf Course. Lovely, I'm sure. But it's no Bushwood. (For the
          Caddy Shack fans).

Michelle: "Let's go see the runners! It's good for my Let's Move campaign!"
Barack: "Okay, but if you step in any vomit, you're on your own!"

          Finally, we're at mile 11 and in the home stretch, for a short run east back on the Southwest
          Freeway again, and a left turn up 9th street. The finish line is in the shadows of the White
          House, where I'm sure Barack and Michelle will be handing out bananas, pbj's and water to the
          finishers. Don't you think?

Fundraising Update: Thank you Monica and Darman Bays!
I've done it -- thank you! I've exceeded my fundraising goal and together we have raised more than $10,000 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society! I am forever grateful for support.

Mouse over marathon

2013-03-11T14:53:00.001-04:00

On our way to the castle!

Our Disney week has come and gone. I am forever amazed at how good times speed by.

Disney is a wonderful place for runners. Our resort, the Beach Club has numerous trails to choose from. Loops that range from .8 miles around Crescent Lake to 2.8 miles around the resorts adjacent to Epcot. Excellent for any runner whether they're looking for a light jog, or a desire to put some serious miles in.

Or so I'm told.

Yes, my training was limited to some heavy duty park-walking. The calves did feel the burn. My arms and back were barking with some toddler carrying. The abs were put to the test with fine dining at French, Mexican, a little Japanese and even Italian cuisine consumption. Thank heavens I was able to stay hydrated with a daily margarita. On the rocks. No salt.

In the streets of ~~NYC~~ Hollywood Studios

Goofy, and some Disney character..

Checking out "Be Our Guest" - Beast's Enchanted Castle - for dinner!

Our family enjoyed some much needed "r and r" with great friends. The boys were spoiled and so were their parents. We have wonderful friends who enrich our lives, and help us create those memories that we'll recall with precise detail decades from now.

Padraig's view of Illuminations from Epcot

A week with the ones you love also reminds you of your blessings. I am reminded of that as a dear friend of my sister is hospitalized this week. A survivor non-Hodgkins lymphoma, he is fighting an infection made worse by a weakened immune system. His family has been great supporters of my Team In Training runs. They could certainly use our prayers this week.

I am thankful for donations this week from Michelle Spring, and The Blanchard Family - Tristen, Dickie, Rory and Connor. I am so grateful for your support!

Well - it's back to training. Maybe someday I will return to Disney, and get in a run.

Miles is Miles

2013-02-28T15:36:00.005-05:00

February 6^th. It’s been too long. But there is a little thing called “February Sweeps” that always manages to throw a monkey wrench into my life. It’s my “cross to bear”. And it also disrupts my Susan Equinox in November, May and July too.

But there is some updating to do.

The miles are coming. I’m running about 3x a week, plus a longer weekend run. Last night I put 8 in on the dreadmill. It’s not a typical mid-week distance, but I doubt will get a long run in this weekend – because….

WE WILL BE IN THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Disney! I love the snow, but we are escaping for some warmer weather and slightly smaller crowds (fingers crossed) in Disney World this time of year. I will run while there, but am not anticipating anything near what should be my long run this weekend.

So what else is new? I got in a great group run last weekend – with my TNT teammates down on the towpath in Brecksville. A bit icy, but we did grind through 6.5 miles. I managed to avoid falling and also stepping in goose poop. Two very significant accomplishments!

It’s also time to spend some money. My current Asics have hit the 300 mile marker – and are ready for retirement. That’s a 100, easy. And until someone invents breath-able steel girded running bras, I will have to fork out money every six months for replacement on those as well.

This is the time when I say thank you to all the wonderful people who have helped me inch closer to my $2950 goal. I am just a few hundred dollars shy at this point, but so grateful for everyone who has donated thus far. Since my last post huge thank yous to: Mike Hudock, Karen Hudock of Reach Communications, Margaret Vangalio, Peggy Linton, and Ronn Meredith of Consolidated Graphics. I am truly humbled!

One final offering. It takes a fare amount of motivation, after a long day of work and tending to my family, to skip the couch and hit the treadmill (again, I hate that it's the treadmill, but that's what I got right now). So I will often look for some heavy duty motivation. Yesterday I found this, and then ran for 90 minutes straight. Maybe it will motivate you too.

The Times-Picayune/Landov

CLICK HERE>>>>>>> Man helps injured girlfriend run 1/2 marathon

Random thoughts

2013-02-06T20:34:00.000-05:00

There's not a lot to say about running on a treadmill.
No "hey, I spotted a snowy owl on my jog through Kopf reservation today".
Or, "I tested out the new Saucony ProGrid Paramount 3 on my run and they are fabulous for slogging through the snow"!

So instead of writing about my latest 5 miler of boredom - I thought I would just jot down a few random thoughts:

I pretty much can't eat anything but peanut butter and toast if I plan to run after dinner. I attribute this to the hell of getting old.
Taking showers at night after a workout makes for some really interesting hair the next day. I'm surprised no one has asked if I'm feeling okay.
I'm so bored on the treadmill, I am actually beginning to really enjoy hill work.
Katy Perry and I have officially broken up. She's deleted from my running playlist. Maybe we'll be friends again some day.
I officially hate anyone who says running helped them lose the weight. Apparently I run to gain weight.
It's only a matter of time before I fall on the treadmill. It hasn't happened yet. But I know it will. And when I do, I just hope it's not like this:

I do like this dismount, though. Style points for sure.

Goals this week:

Fight through a cold and keep running
Keep mileage up around 20.
Finally get back to a weekend group run, to see my running buddies.

Hope it's a great week for all of you! Thank you again for all your support!
Many thanks to Chris and Maura Jungjohann!

Frozen out again

2013-02-04T09:15:00.002-05:00

Another training week is coming to a close.
I'm averaging about 20 miles - give or take.
Legs doing well - knock wood.
Feet are hanging in too.
But for the second week in a row, our group run has been canceled.
It's not the ice, or snow, but the cold.

So, once again I'll be forced to put the miles in on the treadmill. Jack up the incline up to 1 or 2 to help mimic outdoor running.

I'll crank my iPod, listening to The Lumineers:

Probably some Florence + The Machine too -

And yes my guilty pleasure....

As I run I'll keep watch out the window. The winter weather I truly missed last year, will keep me inside for now. But soon, the layers will go back on, my running shoes I save for the slop, and the jacket that protects against the elements. I'm ready. Ready for the thaw.

My thanks to: Ron & Pat Scott, The McIlvaine Family,Aunt Pat & Uncle Don, and the ultimate warrior - Chris Moses - get better soon, girl!

Crazy Cold

2013-01-23T23:07:00.002-05:00

I've always said I'd rather train in the cold, than do a long distance run in hot, muggy weather.
When the temperatures plummet you can just layer up.
But when your freezer is actually warmer than the air outdoors - it's time to take special precautions.

I'll admit it. I have gotten a bit "soft" with my treadmill. Climate controlled running environment. Cushiony surface. Water bottle refills just a step away. But before you think we're totally gone - there is no television to watch while running. We're not that bad.

I do still try to venture out on weekends, so as not to forget what real running is like. But this week will require some extra preparation. I do draw the line at single digits. Call me foolish, but don't call me crazy. High teens, low twenties I can do.

But this is how I do it.

Shoes: We go back-up. You don't want your main kicks out in the cold.

Leggings: Well...to start with - they have to cover the legs. I save these for 25 degrees and up:

Long sleeves - made of material that will wick away the sweat, and keep you warm. I typically only need one layer. The arms can be cold to start, but will always warm up. The torso needs a vest. I don't fool around here. Plenty of pockets for my lip balm and tissues to help prevent this.
Poor bastard.

Gloves replace cotton mittens. And when it comes to headgear - you need eye holes to see and some small mouth opening to breathe. That's it. This. A berka for Eskimos.

The Talus ColdAvenger Expedition Balaclava. $79.95 of perfection. Confession: I don't own one. And I don't know anyone who does. But this screams serious-hardcore-will-run-in-the-blizzard-of-78 dedicated runner.

If only.

Thank you: Anne & Michael Bishop, Nancy & Bob Moses, Marlene Hamilton, Guy and Aline LeClair, TJ Belfiore

A confession from the other Armstrong

2013-01-18T14:34:00.000-05:00

I watched along with millions last night to witness Lance say what I never wanted to hear him say.
"I lied".
"I cheated".
And perhaps, worst of all, "I was a bully".

It hurt. Even after all the damning evidence was printed and hung out there like bedsheets on a clothesline - Lance still denied it. Granted, even without a confession it didn't look good. But without his own admission, it still wasn't quite real.

My reaction isn't surprising, considering I was the girl who believed in Santa longer than most of my friends. Sure I had my suspicions. But there still remained the possibility. I'll never forget the cold December day I headed off to school - sans mittens. My mother slipped into her sewing room and emerged with a new pair. "I was going to put these in your stocking, but go ahead and wear them. I know you know that there's no Santa".

Silence. No going back. It was out there. Once your mom verbalizes it - it's all over.

Lance Armstrong is no Santa Claus. But he flipped his middle finger at a death sentence, got on his damn bike and rode into the history books. Better than that, he pledged to help others who got the same crappy diagnosis that he did. And he wanted each and every one of them to have the same chance he did. To ride a bike. Sail a boat. Hug their loved ones. Breathe deeply some fresh mountain air.

A lie is a lie. Until it becomes a bigger lie. Then bigger too. Lance says that's what happened to him. I've seen that happen before. I've even been guilty of it.

I've read a lot today. The same people who revered his athletic achievements are piling on with words like "sociopath", "narcisist", "cold-blooded", "cutthroat" and "ruthless". Each of us will come away with our own verdict. I wonder about the cancer survivors, who Lance called and met with in person - to encourage, support and help prepare them for their fight. What would they say? A twitter follower, I saw Lance's frequent tweets to those in the fight. "Don't give up". "Keep fighting". "I'm here for you". Would they call Lance "cutthroat"?

By my admission, Lance isn't the only Armstrong I've ever admired. Right now, I am working through how I feel about him. But I haven't changed my respect and admiration for Kristin Armstrong. She is Lance's former wife and mom to his 3 older children. How do you live in the shadow of Lance Armstrong? Kristin carved her own niche, becoming a columnist for Runner's World magazine. I liked to read about her juggling motherhood, self-doubt, starting over and running.

I thought of Kristin Armstrong last night, wondering how is she doing? I didn't have to wonder for long. In an approach I truly admire, Kristin told us how she's doing, without ever mentioning the storm that's surely swirling around her beautiful children and their home. Her approach is something that we can embrace when chaos floods our fragile surroundings. In fact, I liked it so much I printed the article and have tucked into my special book of keepsakes.

I'm in no rush to figure out my feelings for a fallen cancer-fighting hero. But my admiration for the other Armstrong is unwavering. In fact, it's pretty damn steady.

Heartfelt thanks to Geneseo Collision, Uncle Jack & Aunt Carol Spring

Running late

2013-01-15T22:16:00.003-05:00

There was a time when my alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. - and I was out of bed, ready to run.
There was no snooze button.
No rolling over and falling back asleep.
And then, something happened. A change.
Age?
Toddler exhaustion? Another possibility.
Who knows?
But 5:30 a.m. these days is sleep time, not run time for me.

Now, I'm running at probably the worst possible time.
Confession: I'm running before bedtime.
Not just 2 or 3 miles.
More like 5 or 6.
To make the situation even worse, I could follow my run up with a huge bowl of pasta.
Or watch an intense episode of American Horror Story .
But no.
I run.
Shower.
Pop a melatonin and hop into bed.

I know this is crazy and it goes against the cardinal rule of p.m. workouts. Do not sweat less than 2 hours before bedtime.
But it's what I've got.
It's the tiny part of my day that isn't devoted to mothering, commuting, working, chauffeuring, and other unnamed duties. And it just happens to come at the very end of my day.
So my dirty secret is out. I'm doing it all wrong.
But at least I'm getting it done.

Thank you Aunt Margo & Uncle Dean!

New Year, Renewed Me

2013-01-02T14:55:00.000-05:00

December 13^th? Ouch. It’s been too long since I posted. The mad dash between Thanksgiving and Christmas left me sick (monster head cold) and poor (that credit card bill is really going to sting).

But I’m back, older and wiser in 2013.

Thanks to that treadmill just a few feet from the couch, I can run anytime. And in fact on New Year’s Day I hopped on it at 9:15pm for a 5 mile run.

In fact the past two days I’ve logged 11 ½ miles.
One reason: a 4-day stay at Camp Confectionary. Also known as Bob & Nancy’s.

My MIL swears she’s cut down on her baking and sweets orders. My thighs tell me otherwise.

Fudge? Yup, I had plenty.

Cut-out cookies? I’m partial to the Christmas trees.

Pies? We got ‘em.

Ice cream, with Cool Whip? Why not? Hold the vanilla; I’ll just take the whipped cream.

My fat pants are now my too tight pants. And, unless office dress codes permit work attire on top, sweat pants on the bottom, I’m outta luck. So I’m working on this exercise and eatting-right thing. Is it my New Year’s Resolution? No, I don’t typically do those things. If I did, then why would I re-start my same diet every other week? No it’s just my “I want better” mood I’m in these days. I want to be a better mom, wife, employee etc. An overall better me. And that includes taking better care of me: my heart, my head, and my soul.

Renewed me? Maybe. The Ultimate turbo powered Susan 2.0? I hope so.

Winter Malaise

2012-12-13T14:33:00.000-05:00

It is not the latest lager from Great Lakes Brewery.

And it's also not the next Matt Damon social message wrapped up in Hollywood tinsel movie coming out on Christmas Day (although Promised Land looks frack-tastic, and here's a preview:)

What is Winter Malaise?

Actually, I like to think of it as what it's not.

It's not that awful, practically on your deathbed flu that is always "going around" this time of year.
It's not the viscious cold that caused your cubicle mate to cough up a lung last week.

Winter Malaise is just ICK. That's the best way I can describe it.

It's a dull headache that won't quite go away, but sometimes will switch sides of your head.
It's that thing that makes you grab your ugliest heavy sweater and put it on.
It's that thing that makes you pass up that plate of really enticing holiday cookies because ... well, your stomach...yeah, it's not quite.....well, whatever. You just know you shouldn't be eating them right now.

You know it's Winter Malaise if it hits you right after Thanksgiving and before Christmas. It's your body's way of saying "Hey, you've been way too healthy lately. Time to pay the piper".

This week, the Winter Malaise came to visit me. I felt all achy and couldn't get into my pre-jammies fast enough at night. (BTW: Pre-jammies are those comfy clothes you put on that a few brave souls will still wear out in public, when you really shouldn't).

And so, since Monday night - I've been "run-less". I drive by the joggers taking advantage of this unseasonably warm December weather. I spare my neurotic dog and do not fire up the treadmill.
I just sit, seek warmth and drink tea.

Good news, though. On Day 4, the headache is all but gone. My stomach, sadly, is finding pastries appealing again. I'm still bundled though. And no matter my health - good or bad -- pre-jammies will always be appealing.

But life is looking up. My Malaise Days are coming to an end.

The newest addition to our family

2012-12-07T11:50:00.000-05:00

Our lovely little home has gotten a bit more crowded these days.

Though no more wee ones.
Dana and I have mottled our brains with this one:

And no, no more pets.
Franken-dog has been expensive enough this month:

($600 cyst removal between us, but we like to say 'wolf attack'! It ups her street cred.)

No. So rather than work on creating lovely little peaceful zen-inspired zones in our house. We went and got this:

Tucked right in the corner of what should be a living room-but really isn't. Not with a hideous dog chair, and a Thomas the Train plopped in the middle of it.
I have pictures of what I want my living room to look like.
This:

Or this:

Not this:

And certainly, not this:

But yet, we will sweat. Together in peace in harmony. Dana Moses a.k.a. Col. Steve Austin will work his rebuilt knees, and likely soon to be rebuilt-again wrist in the comfort of our home. And I will no longer have any excuse not to run. None.

"It's a hurricane out there!" - won't work.

"I am too busy!" - "But you're not too busy to watch 'Real Housewives of Hoboken' " - my husband will say.

So no more excuses for me. And so far I like it. And thankfully, the DVR works just fine.

We WILL kick cancer to the curb

2012-12-03T11:04:00.003-05:00

For all of those wondering, did she, or didn't she? She did.
I did make it to Saturday's group run, I just didn't let you know.
Swim meet, laundry, shopping, work homework, 5th grade homework, and yes - I'll admit it -- a Sunday afternoon Browns game kept me busy.

This is what happened:

I did NOT sleep in or think about canceling.
I DID wake Padraig, who enjoyed some "Tooda-loo" (translation: toaster strudel) while I ate my whole wheat toast with peanut butter.
Left awake toddler with grumpy wanting-to-sleep father.
Forgot my gloves even though I set them by the door, by my car keys.
Connected with run buds Janet and Tricia for the trek to Station Road in Brecksville
Arrived to see a truly magnificent sight:

An amazing turnout!

This is actually our group picture taken after a brisk, but invigorating 30 minute run. I love looking at it. Among those gathered are treasured coaches, who've ~~helped~~ ensured that we all survive some of our grueling 18 and 20 mile runs. They are also ready to run far more than the required mileage on race day, to find all of us on the course, make sure we're doing fine, and get us across that finish line. Words can not do justice to what incredible people they are.

I see fellow veteran teammates, who I've gotten to know training for previous events like Cleveland, San Diego and Chicago. They've all been touched by cancer in some way. Some of them are cancer survivors. But each one is committed to running and raising money - that we hope will one day lead to a cure.

I see new faces too. And there are many. They've taken the chance and signed up for their own personal reasons. They don't know it, but each of them is taking the first step in an incredible journey.

Best of all: I see me. Sounds pretty narcissistic. Trust me, I hate to have my picture taken. But I do love that I am a part of this wonderful mission. All of these people assembled here are committed to "kicking cancer to the curb" - as we like to say.

And I am blessed to be one of them.

It all begins tomorrow

2012-11-30T11:28:00.000-05:00

Here's the routine:

Early Saturday morning alarm clock.

Swear. Once or twice:

(favorite swear words)

Fumble around for cold weather running gear, that I should have organized the night before.

Think about texting running friends, faking illness, and going back to bed.

(don't you love my manicure?)

Feel guilty. Abandon idea and try to sneak past sleeping toddler's room. Fail miserably.

(famous stunt baby)

Pretend to not hear now awake son and let husband deal with it. Grab runner's breakfast, slip out into garage and take off in my trusty mom-mobile.

(I wish)

Meet friends at pre-determined run location, and feel better instantly!

Tomorrow is our first "Group Run" for the Spring/Summer Team In Training session. Can't wait to see old friends, and meet the folks who I'll be getting to know as we cover many miles together in the cold, wind, snow, rain - and sometimes sun. It all begins tomorrow.

(Team In Training Crew 2007-2008)

AdWeek: Nike 'Jogger' Commercial 2nd Best of 2012 | Runner's World & Running Times

2012-11-27T13:53:00.001-05:00

AdWeek: Nike 'Jogger' Commercial 2nd Best of 2012 | Runner's World & Running Times

A favorite of mine too. Wonder how that little runner is doing?

Those shoes were made for running

2012-11-27T12:25:00.000-05:00

Who knows if Nancy Sinatra was a runner? But if she craved the quiet escape, the feeling of a really good sweat, and the beauty in a pair of road-weary trainers, she never would have sung about a stupid pair of go-go boots.

I can't sing. But my my ~~boots~~ asics were made for running. And that's just what I'll do.

On Sunday, April 28th, 2013 I will take part in the Inaugural Nike Women's Marathon Half to benefit The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society in Washington D.C.

As my nearest and dearest friends and family know, I ran my first marathon in support of LLS back in 2008. A late-to-life runner, I approached the event with a naive outlook. I thought I would train, fundraise and then move on to something else.

Little did I know what wonderful friends I would meet through Team In Training. They are now family. Not to mention the people whose lives have been touched by blood cancers. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine cancer survivors, and those still in the fight for their lives, would line a street to cheer for me. It's really hard to run when you are crying, but I know what that's like.

I am one of those mothers who sneaks in to peek at their children while they sleep. I like to listen to their breathing, and take note of their curled up bodies. For me, it's like that last check at night to make sure the doors are locked, and the lights turned out.

My children are healthy. Yes, we have asthma and allergies, occasional colds and a strange rash or two. They do not know what it is like to spend your birthday in the hospital, or to wear a hospital gown more often than your favorite Under Armour t-shirt. They don't know medical terms that most of us can't pronounce, and they have no concept yet of blood cells and platelets. They only know how to be are kids. Dirty. Sneezy. Laugh til-the-milk-comes-out-of-their-noses kids. I don't ever want to take that for granted.

So, I'm not the sexy glamorous running mom I know Nancy Sinatra would have been (you know that teased blond mane would have remained in-tact for all of those 26.2 miles). Since my first marathon with TNT, I've had a baby, fought through injuries but still gone on to run two more events for LLS.

My fundraising total to this point has exceeded $7500. I will surpass $10,000 with this, my 4th event.

And I will blog. I promise you that. No holds barred. In Susan-style that allows you to laugh along with me.

So, here we go! Are you ready ~~boots~~ Asics? Start running!

Feet don't fail me now

2011-10-08T09:35:00.001-04:00

Less than 24 hours to go. Arrived in Chicago yesterday. I checked the weather all week but still failed when it came to packing, picking long sleeves and pants for run around gear. It's actually in the 70s and low 80s expected today. We went to the runner's expo yesterday to get our bibs, timing "d-tags" for our shoes,technical shirts and other swag. I've been to other expos for races, this one was over the top. Brooks, Nike, Adidas all pulled out the stops to show off their wares. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, and sightseeing. A late dinner, and a good night sleep. This morning, a shakedown run , just to loosen things up. Then more sightseeing. Sunday's weather is expected to be a little warmer than ideal. But the really warm temps won't hit until afternoon. My goal now is to mentally prepare and try to relax.

Reading And Running

2011-10-06T10:43:00.001-04:00

Running long distances can be boring. Music and good conversation help, but aren't always enough. And when you're hurting, a little laugh can go a long way.

That's why I've come to love those silly spectator signs. And it makes me appreciate the creative minds that came up with them.

Like this one:

And I saw this one in Akron:

I'm guessing this one is popular in Chicago?

And check out the look on the young runner:

So I'm hoping Chicago brings out the funnies! And I hope they stick around long enough by the time I come by.

A Letter To My Left Leg

2011-10-05T10:36:00.001-04:00

Hey Lefty, how’s it going? Can I get you anything? Another ice pack? Some IcyHot?

I know you don’t check the calendar, but we’re almost there. You’ve been great. A real trouper. You don’t complain much, although I know something is going on in there. A strain, or maybe a few minor tears. I won’t even mention that other no-names-please injury. But you know the one. Let’s not even think about it.

Thanks for being a good sport about the compression sleeve. A bit garish, and not your style, but you haven’t complained. Thanks for that.

Sunday will be tough. You up for it? Twenty-six long miles. No cushy towpath. We’re on the streets. Rough, bumpy and uneven.

And can we call it? What mile do you think those whiney feet will pipe in? I’m putting my money on mile 10. We all know the right one will start first. Babies.

I’m going to keep it short and sweet. Thanks for all you’ve put up with. You can do it. I know you can. If you do, I make you this promise: no high heels for a week. You can take it easy. And no more 50 pound weight gains for pregnancies. We’re done with that, and at my age, I think they would lock me up. I promise to lose a few too. No halloween candy, I swear.

So, we’re a go right? In it together? Normally, Righty leads the way. At the end, I'll make sure you're the first to hit that finish line. You’ve earned it.

With much love and admiration,

Me

The Runaway Runner

2011-10-03T12:42:00.001-04:00

There are famous brides who’ve done it.

And local businessmen.

Oh, Canada. Welcome home Pat.

But has a runner ever gotten to the start line, only to turn, run the other way and not look back? Can I be the first?

The runaway bride runner

Six days before the Bank of American Chicago Marathon and I have cold feet. Blocks of ice, frozen in the Cuyahoga River cold. Why? How long do you have?

My running buddy, personal cheerleader and person who talked me into doing this stupid race is out. Sidelined with a stress fracture. So, in a crowd of 45,000 runners, I run alone. I’ll see my coaches, and plenty of TNT supporters. They’ll cheer me and tell me I’m doing great. But for the most part, I will run alone. There are many times in my day to day that a little alone time is welcomed. This isn’t one of them.
My 18 and 20 mile runs pushed me to the edge and beyond both physically and emotionally. Forget the sore legs and blisters. I became physically sick both times. Who does this to themselves on purpose?

What if I fail? What if that proverbial tap on the shoulder comes that tells you your time on the dance floor is over? Chicago can only shutdown its roads for so long, and for those that can’t maintain a certain pace, they’re asked to leave the party. Or worse, a bus comes and picks you up to take you to the finish line. No congratulatory hugs from race staff. No medal. Just a walk of shame to a recovery tent. They’re probably told not to make eye contact with you either. At least, this is horrible scenario I’ve constructed in my mind.

Failure. Isn’t that what we’re all afraid of? It’s certainly on my list somewhere between birds trapped in buildings and scary clowns. Add to the list “the unknown”. Will those overuse aches and tweaks turn into something worse? Or will a new, more painful injury appear?

But if anything, in my advancing middle age, I’ve become predictable. And that’s okay. I will worry. Lose some sleep. Then I’ll remember. I’m running to help those who have it far worse. They’re losing sleep because they’re sick, worrying about their own mortality, or whether their child will survive. They worry about how to pay the bills when they can’t work. They worry about keeping their homes and still paying mounting medical bills. They have reason to worry.

I do not. I’ve already succeeded before stepping over the start line. And whether I finish or not, I am an example to my children. Because you learn more in failure than you ever do in success. Trust me, I know all about that.

So on race morning, I promise to stay in my corral and not run away. And I promise that whether or not I cross that finish line I will hold my head high, because in the words of John Bingham, “the miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start”.

Thank you: Mom, Jennifer, Aunt Margo & Uncle Dean. Thank you Gannett Foundation. To date we've raised $7,845 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

Running The Bird

2011-09-25T17:43:00.001-04:00

I picked the Roadrunner 1/2 marathon as a good "tune-up" for Chicago. It's hard to believe that 13.1 miles actually seems like welcome relief from some of my recent runs. Plus, I'm still fine-tuning my hydration and fuel plan. This would be a good test.

The race started at 7am, which meant getting into Akron by about 6 at the latest. That meant getting up by 3:30. Sleep would be short, but I thought I could get in about 5 and a half hours. That was the plan anyway. A sick baby kept Dana and I up most of the night. I honestly don't think I slept a wink. I did toy with the idea of not going, but remembered the steep entry fee I'd already paid. Non-refundable. Decision made.

I've never run "The Bird" before, but have heard plenty about it. Tough hills. A lung killer. But I wasn't going to be "pushing it" - well, for me anyway.

Akron is also known for putting on a good race. Great fan support, even in some of the sleepiest neighborhoods. Enthusiastic start and splashy finish. It didn't disappoint.

Race conditions were great. A perfect 54 degrees. Overcast, but no rain. Just how I like it. Saw some great signs. "Run like you stole something". "Chuck Norris never ran a marathon". Many funny ones that I wish I could remember today.

It really was fun until mile 11.5 when the half route hits a notorious hill. 5% incline. Brutal. I can't actually say I ran up that hill. It was more of a walk/shuffle.

The finish was the highlight in more ways than one. Runners head into InfoCision Stadium on the University of Akron campus. Great cheering! Staff support was phenomenal. That thermal blanket was a godsend as I continued my recovery walk. You are handed a bag of food. Water, sports drink and a very heavy finisher's medal (love it)!

I not only felt great finishing strong at the end of 13.1, but knowing I tackled a truly challenging course also bolstered my sense of accomplishment.

Yes I was tired and in bed by 9 that night. But I know I fell asleep with a smile on my face!

18, 13, and 20

2011-09-20T13:22:00.000-04:00

These aren't my lottery numbers. It's been a while since I've posted. They represent major runs, and pounds lost during an unfortunate illness. Here we go. Time to get you up to date.
My 18 miler was on Saturday September 3rd. High temps and humidity found its way back to NE Ohio just in time for this big run. My running buddy Janet and I set out super early to try to avoid some of the heat. We are "Penguins", a term derived from best-selling author/runner John "The Penguin" Bingham. What's a penguin? Here are some qualifications in his words:

You might be a Penguin if... ...you have to politely (for the third time) tell the men in the police car moving behind you that no you do not wish for a ride. ...you wear your jog bra on top of your singlet. This is especially true if you are male. ...during a race, you keep turning around to see if there is still anybody behind you. ...the rest of the pack is out of sight before you have run 100 yards. ...you meet both the hare and the tortoise running back towards you doing their cool-down after a race ...the only reason you don't drop out of a race is that you are embarrassed that the police in the car behind you (closing the course) will see you. ...you get passed on the uphill by a runner pushing a double baby jog stroller. ...you are more worried about the porta-potty lines than the start line. ...you have to memorize the route because you know that you will lose the back of the pack. ...the truck picking up the cones is pressing on your behind. (Don't laugh - this actually happened to me!) ...the awards ceremony is over before you cross the finish line

Janet and I are Penguins. Proud penguins. We began our 18 miler an hour ahead of the group, so as not to be among the last dragging in. We went out before sunrise, with flashlights to see the towpath. The first few hours were great. Cool, and shady. But then hell woke up. Temperatures hit the 90's. Humidity made the air suffocating. But we slogged on, finishing on wobbly legs. I thought my extreme fatigue and nausea was a sign that I had "overdone it" on such a hot day. But when my husband joined me later that night in our master bathroom/vomitorium - I knew a bug had decended on the Moses house. Both he and William recovered quickly. I did not. 6 days later, many miles missed, I stepped on the scale to find myself 13 pounds lighter. Normally I would delight in such a weight loss. But the road there was beyond torture. And in true Susan fashion, my appetite has returned with a vengence, and so have all but 6 of the pounds. Sad.
This past weekend marked my 20 mile run. It would be my farthest training run to date. In training for Cleveland in '08, we moved on the weekend of the 20 miler, so I had to make due with my 18 miler as my long run. This time around my 20 mile run was actually faster than my 18 miler. The legs cramped badly for the last 5 miles. Salt packets, gatorade, gels and water didn't seem to help. But overall I felt better immediately after, than I had 2 weeks earlier. But....that feeling wouldn't last. Headache soon set in. I tried to nap but couldn't. Two aleve capsules hit my stomach, but sadly didn't stay there for long. Yes, they along with my post-race meal came right back up.
Life doesn't get much darker when you are physically sick, while simultaneously trying to distract a curious toddler. Perhaps this means Padraig will seek out a career in health care? Or maybe it means he's familiarizing himself with late night college life? I pray for the former.
What I do know is that it's all "downhill" from here. My training miles will now decrease until marathon day. My tired, aching legs will have a chance to rest and heal. Am I ready for my best run ever? Nope. Is there a chance I might not finish under the required time? Yes. But with my doubts, I am reminded of one of John Bingham's more famous quotes:

"The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."

This One's Gonna Hurt

2011-09-02T14:02:00.000-04:00

We’re at the 18 mile training mark. Up until now, marathon training and my role as a busy working-mom have kind of bumped elbows along the way. A little juggling here and there, making sure Dana knew my run schedule and time away on Saturday mornings. But now my dual personalities have collided – t-boned if you will – at the intersection of my crazy life.

Tomorrow – my running partner Janet and I begin our 18 mile training run. In the pitch dark at 5am. (Believe me, I checked sunrise times in NE Ohio. We’re somewhere around 6:50ish). We’ll run on the towpath, and thankfully Janet is taking the bullet. She’s wearing the uber-sexy headlight-on- the –forehead-miner-gear.

And I am her pack mule, with my equally sexy fuel belt filled with gu, salt, Gatorade. It’s an obnoxious color of aqua to completely clash with my neon pink compresson socks.

We dress to impress dammit.

The super early start time should allow me to race home after running for about 4 hours, hobble out of the car, somehow shower although I will be as stiff as a board and make it to William’s football game on time. We’re also hosting out of towners and immediately following will be heading off to Oktoberfest where I can stagger some more. While my husband will salivate over German beer, I’ll be wishing for my bed and my own personal festival – Slumberfest.

I’ve reached that point where the humor and good times are gone. I am pissed that I agreed to do this. And what do I have to look forward to? Twenty miles next week. The soreness in my left inner calf is permanent although it does slide from upper to lower from time to time. Will whatever is going on in there hang on? Or will I be hobbled just as I reach my goal?

Do people really love marathon training? They must because who would do this time and time again to run 30 – 40 marathons in a lifetime?

As I drove in my car this morning, I tried to picture 18 miles in my head. It’s the distance from my house to the doorstep of Browns Stadium. It’s my morning drive that seems to take forever. That’s what I’m running tomorrow.

Wish me luck.

Oh, and a big thank you to Bradstreet Creative for their donation. I know the owner. He's sexy.

Road Weary

2011-08-16T08:26:00.000-04:00

I cannot focus on one single theme for this post, so I'm simply going to hit a few of the highlights.

Aches and Pains Weekly mileage is in the 20 to 25 mile range. That's a lot of pounding the pavement. Early on in training my calves began aching. I took a week off to rest. Some days they are fine. I've deliberately slowed my longer runs so as not to strain them further. The good news is they're just sore, and I'm not in pain.

Geriatric garments or running gear? My weary calves convinced me to give compression sleeves a try. Let's face it, they're just support socks for senior citizens, but in bright colors. I'm just kidding. They are funny looking, at least on me. But I wore them on my 12 mile run, and for a period afterward. I like 'em.

Dietary Dilemma I'm experimenting with some new gels to replace lost carbs during those longer runs. Sugar too - giving dried fruit a try. Salt packets as well. These are a must for a heavy sweater like me. There's nothing more delish that throwing salt down your throat 90 minutes into a run. But it makes a difference.

That's it. That's all I've got. Chicago is 7 weeks away. That's not a lot of time, but I still have many, many miles to go!

Thank you wagon: Marlene Hamilton & TJ Belfiore! Love my Geneseo and Geneseo-transplant to Orlando Peeps!