Friday, May 30, 2014

Lessons from Meb


This week I decided to kick it old school with a book report on Run to Overcome by U.S. marathoner Meb Keflezighi with co-writer Dick Patrick.  Given the slow mail delivery of the autobiography, I am guessing that I was not the only one who purchased the read off Amazon last month after Meb claimed the first American male victory at the Boston Marathon since 1983.

Being unable to run, I have chosen to read about running – and I can tell you I flew through Meb’s book almost as fast as it took the guy to get from Hopkinton to Boylston Street this past Easter Monday.  The autobiography’s cover promises an “inspiring story” and it certainly delivered!  Meb’s journey from being a malnourished child – often resorting to eating dirt – in a small town in the African country of Eritrea to becoming one of America’s fastest marathoners is nothing short of extraordinary.

Like Meb’s immigration to the United States, he did not become an elite marathoner overnight.  To become as great a runner as Meb is, it takes years and years of dedication, but it also takes patience – something many young runners (totally guilty here!) struggles with.  Meb writes about when he was a “rookie pro runner” and met one of his running heroes Paul Tergat.  When the young Meb, eager to be as fast as his idol, asked Tergat about what workouts he was doing, Tergat’s response was a chuckle and some sound advice – “You are not at the level I am.  I could give you my workouts, and you might be able to hang with me for a day or a week, but eventually you would break down if you had not done the preparation.  But if you do things right and work hard, you will get there.”  I think it’s safe to say he’s now gotten there.

While I will never be able to relate to Meb’s speed, I can sympathize with his struggles with injuries.  The marathoner shared his story of running the 2008 Olympic Marathon trials in New York City on what turned out to be a stress fracture in his hip.  “Dropping out might have been the smart decision.  But I didn’t consider it seriously because I was not breathing hard.  My mind was telling my body to go, but my body would not respond.”  It took him 12:31 to run the last 1.2 miles of the race.  I feel like Meb could have been writing about my last miles in the Marine Corps Marathon, but unlike I who repeatedly told everyone on the course “I can’t run!,” I think Meb probably held it together a bit better.

In the days immediately after the trials, Meb was forced to crawl on his hands and knees to get around his hotel room.  (I drew strength from this fact while crawling around my upstairs office when I didn’t risk taking the stairs with crutches – Even Meb had to crawl.  I can crawl.)  At this low point, Meb’s wife even urged him to give up the sport of distance running.  But we all know that didn’t happen.  It took consulting with more than 50 doctors (which makes my 3 medical opinions look measly), to determine that the source of Meb’s pain was a stress fracture in the right side of his pelvis.

Unfortunately, the stress fracture was only part of Meb’s troubles during those hard times.  He also writes of financial and family problems that weighed on him.  I have no doubt that the average person would not have kept persevering, but Meb seemed to find light even in the darkness.  He writes, “Life is bright; it just seems difficult at times.”

When Run to Overcome was published, Meb already had an extremely accomplished career that included becoming an Olympian and winning the New York City Marathon.  But he teaches readers the importance of setting new goals and admits that he would “love to win the Boston Marathon.”

The closest I ever got to Meb was at the starting line of the Boston Marathon, but my parents were able to see him flash by on Boylston Street moments before claiming the 2014 Boston Marathon victory.   Now that he has accomplished another life goal, it makes you wonder what is next for one of America’s most beloved marathoners?  Well, he does share his dream of coaching one day, and from what I learned just by reading Run to Overcome, I would bet that he would make just as good a coach as he does a marathoner.

 
Photo Taken By My Dad on Boylston




2 Weeks till Running (Hopefully!)

This Week's Beer Choice:  Foothills Brewing Company's Hoppyum IPA (Winston Salem, NC)



Family Golf Cart Happy Hour at the Beach

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

What’s Wrong With Me?


I will warn you right now that this may not be the most interesting post I’ve ever written, but I am writing it to help document my analysis on my current running injuries so that I will have it for future reference.  So it really won’t hurt my feelings if you choose not to read about every, aching muscle in my body.  I guess I am really writing this for my own benefit regardless of whether anyone actually cares to read it (which is perhaps what writing is really all about).

So, here goes.  People – mostly strangers in fact – keep asking me “What happened?”  Maybe that’s the easier question because I can recount my mileage and the past and tell you the majority of what has happened to me, but ‘What is wrong with me?’ is an entirely different question with a much more complicated answer.

Over the past few weeks, I have been inundated with opinions from various people – the physical therapist, the chiropractic sports physician, the orthopedic surgeon, my parents (who have read one article on stress fractures and harassed their orthopedic surgeon neighbor), and random strangers.

I started looking for answers beyond my Google searches about three and a half weeks out from the Boston Marathon.  I feared a repeat of the Marine Corps Marathon when I finished the race unable to walk for three weeks (and unable to run for almost three months!), and thus, I wanted to have a professional give me the green light for the Hopkinton starting line.

My complaints coming in to the physical therapist’s office (my first stop) were pain in my hips – especially my right hip, strain in my left ankle, and posterior shin splints in my right lower leg.  After my initial examination ($100), the diagnosis was weak gluteal muscles and inflexible ankles.  The therapist did not believe that I had shin splints in my right lower leg, but instead thought it was nothing but tight muscles that were resulting from my weak glutes.  I breathed a sigh of relief because in the back of every runner’s mind is always the fear of a stress fracture.  After hearing “I am confident I can get these issues cleaned up before the marathon,” I was happy to go home and start my strengthening exercises and return for weekly needling sessions ($75 each).  Total spent = $325.

After four needling sessions and little to no improvement with the pain in my right lower leg, the physical therapist mentions that I may want to get an x-ray to rule out a potential stress fracture after I get back from the Boston Marathon….which was in just four days!  And as far as my pace at the Boston Marathon goes, the therapist suggested I “just cruise.”  When I pressed him on why I should run slowly, the response was nothing to do with injury prevention. Instead, he said, “Well, how fast do you think you can run anyways since you haven’t been training?”

Stressed out, confidence shattered, and a little bit pissed off, I went in to the office of a certified chiropractic sports physician the next day to receive a second opinion and an x-ray in hopes of ruling out a stress fracture and calming my nerves.  Luckily, the appointment ($140) went super!  According to the doctor, while there was proof of two, old stress lines (they were very white indicating the calcium deposits on the distressed bone), these lines were not the source of my current pain and there was no evidence that I have a stress fracture.  Furthermore, he did tests with some sort of tool that created vibrations on my leg, and pronounced that he did not believe I had a stress fracture because the tool was not inciting pain.  While the x-ray could not completely rule out the possibility of a stress fracture, the doctor suggested that I board my flight the next day, Boston bound, and attempt to run the marathon.  Regarding pace, he said that it should not matter.  Instead, I should just focus on getting out of mid-stance as quickly as possible.

Skipping over the disappointing marathon as quickly as I can, let’s just say the race experience was briefer than this paragraph.  After running 11 miles at around a 6:30 pace (official average pace from the 15K checkpoint showed an average pace of 6:32 which was honestly a little slower than the 6:25 I was shooting for but I think part of the problem was the pack was very thick especially during water stops where I slowed significantly, and I just wasn’t trying to push anything that early on.  I was cruising.), I knew I had real problems and bailed.

Hobbling home, head hung low, I believed I most likely had a stress fracture.  Partly because of the pain (I was able to walk but I was struggling and severely limping at times) and partly to expedite the recovery timeline, I put myself on my crutches, a souvenir from the Marine Corps Marathon, before returning to see the chiropractic sports physician.

When I finally got my body in to the chiropractor’s office the next day (everything takes 10 times longer when you are on crutches), I was told that a costly MRI would be able to provide more of an absolute diagnosis of my condition but if I were willing to go non-weight bearing for two weeks, the test really wasn’t necessary.  Since I had already put myself on crutches and didn’t particularly enjoy the pain of walking on my bum leg, I agreed to a two-week sentence with the sticks and to twice-weekly sessions with the doctor to receive treatments such as laser and electronic muscle stimulation ($70 each session).  After all, the doctor was promising that I would be running again in just six weeks – I was willing to follow all orders to give him a chance to make good on the promise.

But, as you may or may not be aware, there was a setback early on in my chiropractic treatment.  Like a government construction project, my recovery’s estimated time to completion had been extended.  My first few steps after I finished my two weeks of non-bearable – I’m mean non-bearing – activity were some of the worst.  My body just sunk down in to that right leg, and my arms were flailing to find a piece of furniture to brace myself on.  After a hot shower, what muscles I did have left in my right leg (following doctor’s orders my only exercise of the leg was a little bit of band work – he didn’t want me doing anything that caused discomfort) did warm up and I was walking much better, but at the end of the day I was back limping around again.

So, it was no surprise to me that the doctor (after consulting with another doctor at the practice) put me back on crutches for another week after just one day of reprieve.  Also as expected, he confirmed that my total recovery time had been pushed from six weeks to seven.  He upped my calcium intake to help expedite the repair of any bone damage.  (I am currently taking 2,000 mg of calcium each day, which is 200% of DV) in addition to what I am receiving naturally from my organic skim milk and Greek yogurt.)  If I wasn’t better in a week, then a MRI would be needed to make sure they weren’t “missing anything.”  By this time, the doctor had gone from believing I didn’t have a stress fracture to believing whatever I was experiencing was bad enough that it should be treated as a stress fracture, to finally thinking that I did indeed have a stress fracture – just no hard proof evidence of one.

I first went to the physical therapist and then the chiropractor to give myself some sort of piece of mind – let someone else figure out my injuries and tell me what to do.  But yet I was wide-awake at 3:30 am the morning after being put back on crutches, questioning whether I was on the right path.

I never went back to sleep Friday morning and as you can imagine it was a very long day, but I am hopeful it was a productive one…I took my treatment back in to my own hands and began analyzing – obsessively I’m sure – my whole running history and every ailment I have had in the past year.  If I am going to continue to run and train, I need to figure out what is truly wrong with me, where I made mistakes in the past, and what I need to do going forward to prevent these injuries.

While the doctors of chiropractic appeared to be a bit unfamiliar with my particular case, I realized, even with just one good one, I may still have a leg up on these guys – I’ve been here before.  After the Marine Corps Marathon, it took FOREVER for me to be able to comfortably walk again.  I was on crutches for a solid three weeks or so.  Fortunately, I didn’t do nearly as much damage at the Boston Marathon as I did at the MCM.  At Boston, I bailed as soon as I realized I had real problems.  Unfortunately, at D.C.’s MCM, I ran another four miles or so in order to complete the race.  My lower right leg and ankle were completely trashed after completing the marathon.  There was no way I could have even limped around on that leg.  However, it seemed that I made greater progress back in fall with returning to walking than I currently was experiencing.

Thus, two days after being put back on crutches, I decided to go against doctor’s orders and began weaning myself off the crutches the same way I did last fall after the MCM – by putting weight on the right leg using two crutches, then just using one crutch, then one crutch just part of the day, and finally going crutch-free (unless you count my IPAs).

Feeling like my laser and electronic stimulation treatments were helping about as much as an O’Doul’s can give you a beer buzz (ok – research says if you drink 50 O’Doul’s… https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080422195207AA72K5I ) and concerned that I still had no real answers on what was causing my pain – Do I have a stress fracture?  Or is this just muscular?   I decided to stop seeing the chiropractor (I felt like I was dumping the poor guy, but honestly, I think I was the one who was played. Total cost = $560 and worse – loss of half the muscles in my lower right leg due to prolonged time on crutches and disallowing cross-training.  My lower right leg is now noticeably smaller than my lower left), I gave in to my parents’ nagging and went to see an orthopedic surgeon.

I entered the surgeon’s office armed with a typed summary of the medical history of my running injuries (he asked if I was a lawyer) and prepared that an MRI would be needed to reach a diagnosis.  However, after reviewing my x-ray from the sports chiropractors – you know, the one that showed no signs of a stress fracture, the surgeon entered the examination room and made reference to my stress fracture.  My reaction was something like, “Um what?  I’m sorry?”  He agreed that the area above my ankle where I have been experiencing considerable pain was not a fracture – he did state that it was a stress reaction and even though the bone showed calcium deposits, it was evidently still the source of my pain.  However, in another interesting twist, I do have an actual stress fracture as well, but, as the surgeon pointed out on my x-ray, it is actually further up on my lower leg.  Perhaps the chiropractic sports physician was only examining the part of the x-ray where I was complaining of immediate pain, but the stress fracture had previously been missed.  My first appointment after Boston, I did tell the chiropractor, that, as odd as it sounded, I thought I felt pain higher up on my lower leg, but I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it – like perhaps it was coming from the troubled spot above my ankle and something was just screwed up with my senses that made me feel it higher up on the leg.  The doc pretty much brushed it off, but I now believe that what I was feeling may have been the actual stress fracture.

Overall, the orthopedic surgeon (total cost unknown as press) acted a bit like my stress reaction and stress fracture were no big deal.  I am scheduled to return in a little over three weeks for another x-ray to check the healing of the bone.  At that point, hopefully I will be able to slowly return to running.  As for the time being, I am thankfully done with the crutches!  And I can do non-impact exercises.  The surgeon’s instructions went something like “Do not run. You can aqua jog.  Do not run.  You can use the elliptical. Do not run.  You can go to do any non-impact activities, but DO NOT RUN!”

As I have every reason to be given my previous medical treatments, I am still concerned that the surgeon’s timeline may be too good to be true.  I fear the treatment of my stress fracture has been like eating at one of the formula-based Mexican restaurants where the #5 is always a two-enchilada combination – it’s been simplified to a plan that is used on almost every patient.  I really want to believe my injury is as straight forward as taking six weeks off.  Going to see medical provider after medical provider like a doctor-shopping, pain medication addict, I have felt like an old woman who is so desperate to regain her youth that she would try and pay for any “miracle” drug or treatment.  Medical providers have made broken promises, and I have paid for and followed orders (and lost money and muscle mass).  I would much rather write a post about trying a new practice that helped me recover more quickly, and I know that other people have tried some of the same treatments that I did and had great results – For example, a cocktail waitress at the Charleston wedding a few weeks ago was telling me about how well laser worked for a friend.  But like the Almost Famous quote, I have to be “honest and unmerciful.”  And I believe all my leg has really needed is just rest from running (cross-training allowed).

So, in conclusion of this extremely long writing that resembles a chapter in a book more so than a blog post, I am hoping to start running again in three weeks pending an additional x-ray.  In addition to slowly building my miles (no more “I feel great!” three weeks in and aggressively jumping my mileage again like an idiot), I am focusing on more strength training.  In addition to rehabbing my tiny little right calf, I am focusing on the tibialis posterior (or posterior tibialis – I can’t figure it out!) because I believe this muscle – especially when tightened – played a significant role in my current injuries including my plantar fasciitis (which I haven’t even mentioned) and in my old “ankle sprain” injury from the fall.  I will also work on my glutes (which the therapist thought were weak but the chiropractor said were fine) and my hip flexors (the chiropractor said the right one was not firing).  Lastly, I will continue to take calcium supplements.  Maybe it had nothing to do with my injuries, but I did stop taking my daily multi-vitamin back in the winter after being instructed at my yearly physical that supplements were not necessary.  I didn’t lie at the beginning of my post when I said there were a lot of opinions involved.  At least my strengthening exercises and vitamins are like ice baths – maybe they aren’t necessary and won’t help, but there’s definitely no harm in trying.





3 Weeks till Running (Hopefully!)

This Week’s Beer Choice: Ballast Point Sculpin IPA (San Diego, CA) at Pint Central (Charlotte, NC)


Thursday, May 15, 2014

Thank My Lucky Shoes


I don’t believe in the supernatural.  If science can’t prove it, then I’m not buying it.  I pride myself on being a rational, reasonable human being, but why is it that I fret when I think my clothes dryer ate one my lucky running socks?  Or I ponder if my bright yellow Lululemon singlet from the disappointing Boston Marathon is now a cursed piece of bad luck that can no longer be worn in another race?

In preparation for race day, I almost always have planned out my outfit before I have even decided on my target pace.  For example, I got my singlet for this past April’s Boston Marathon back in December – That’s before I even started training for the race!

Proof that I did start the Boston Marathon


You may think that I just really enjoy shopping, but race day gear is so much more that just another piece of garb.  

For starters, planning out my ensemble helps me become more prepared for the approaching race.  You don’t want to be scrambling the night before to find a pair of shorts with enough pockets for gels or a shirt that won’t chafe.  And having your outfit already squared away is just one more reason to feel confident and prepared as the big day approaches.

But there’s more than just function and comfort (and perhaps dread) that hang on a runner’s shoulders at the starting line.  A race day outfit is supposed to be special.  It’s supposed to be bright and flashy.  And you are supposed to feel fast and fearless in your uniform.  For example, I like to wear boyshorts not only because I hate the feeling of regular shorts sticking to my legs with sweat but also because the tiny, little shorts make me feel fast.

When I was younger and would show my old American Saddlebred, Star Man, we would put the gelding in what we call a “full bridle” – a bridle that contained both a snaffle and a curb bit and thus had two sets of reins.  Interestingly enough, we rarely trained in the full bridle.  Instead, it was almost completely reserved for show day only.  Why?  We wanted the horse to know that when the full bridle is on, it is game on!

Showing my old horse Star Man at the 2002 NC State Fair


I like to think of my racing flats as my version of Star Man’s full bridle.  I’ll pull them out every so often and run a mile in them, but I will always throw in a few strides when I do.  Perhaps it’s pointless, but I hope that I am training my legs and feet to know that when the racing shoes are on, it’s time for some fast running!

So, maybe I am not as reasonable and rational as I claim since I choose to keep certain running gear safely in a dresser drawer to preserve their “specialness” for race day.  But if wearing a flashy new top or a favorite pair of socks makes me think I’m going to run faster, then I’m going to do it.  Because a significant key to racing success is mental – and that – I’m pretty sure science can prove.




??? Weeks till Running!

After a little over 3 weeks of resting and crutches, I finally feel about the same as I did going in to the Boston Marathon.  I actually have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon on Friday to get another opinion on my injury.  We shall see!  Should at least be interesting.


This Week’s Beer Choice:  Front Street Brewery’s Amberjack ESB (Wilmington, NC)

Amberjack ESB at Front Street Brewery in Wilmington, NC

Friday, May 9, 2014

Reunions


As our temperatures warm in the Carolinas and snowstorms drift off into chilly memories, it has become the season of yellow, stuffy-nose-causing pollen as well as that of unions and reunions.  While I am not planning on attending my 10-year highschool reunion in a few weeks, I did travel old, familiar roads back to my beloved Charleston this past weekend to see my beloved friend get married in a beautiful, old church downtown. 

The wedding was also a reunion of many sorts – It took me back to a town that still feels like home even though I moved away almost two and a half years ago, and it also brought me together with old friends (we’ve decided 40 is the new 30 so I mean “old” in the sense of “long-time”).  It’s interesting to see how much my friends and I have matured in the last few shorts years – unfortunately or perhaps fortunately we no longer dance at the edge of the Trio Club stage every Saturday night.  But it is also funny to see that in most ways we are the exact same – these girls still say the same ridiculous things that make me laugh.

From Left - Me, Spencer (The Bride), Lana, & Cristen


The city of Charleston is also evolving.  No – they have definitely not done away with any of the cherished historic architecture, but developers have found bare spots to erect new condos, and shops and restaurants have changed names and flavors since I last enjoyed them. 

One of Chucktown’s new establishments is the Bay Street Biergarten.  After the wedding, my girlfriends and I enjoyed drinks while sitting at the shiny new bar that blends cocktails as well as wooden and copper accents.  While enjoying the local Westbrook One Claw IPA, I thought it was interesting to think that when I first sat in this restaurant it was called The Boat House – I was just 22-years old, and I was interviewing for my first real job after college at the accounting firm across the street from the restaurant (You know I would have not gotten any work done if this place was a biergarten back then).  Now here I am, six years later, and my life as a CPA has already come and gone, and college graduation parties have been replaced with weddings.

Westbrook One Claw IPA at Bay Street Biergarten


Life as an obsessive runner had not yet begun in those days when I blessed enough to live in the holy city, but I believe Charleston is where the seed was planted.  Before dramatically increasing my mileage while training for my first marathon, the most miles I ever ran prior to that was probably during the year I spent living at One Cool Blow (that’s literally the address) at the foot of Charleston’s Ravenel Bridge.  I doubt I ever exceeded 15 miles a week, but I would often run from my urban condo across the bridge to Mt. Pleasant and back.  I think the trip was around 6 miles. 

I thought about those journeys across the Cooper River this past weekend while enjoying the view of the bridge from the downtown docks that hosted my friend’s wedding reception.  I also thought about how much I struggled up the Ravenel about a year ago during the Cooper River Bridge Run.  I remember telling myself that I would never run another 10K again….And I haven’t since then.  It just shows that even though I’ve come a long ways since I would I enjoyed a slow, weekly out-and-back route to Mt. P., I still have a lot of room for growth.

The Ravenel


Seasons change, people move away, others grow up, and some get married.  Often times we don’t realize the changes within us until we are reunited with our past.  In some ways, we may have thought we’d be further along in life, but in other ways we may realize that we are much stronger that we would have imagined.  I think it’s interesting to visit the past, especially the special places where dreams started.  The hope is that you will be a little further along each time you come back – a little bit faster running up that bridge.  And that’s why I’m tempted to sign up for this December’s Kiawah Island Marathon.  I’d like to come back to the little island outside of Charleston where I first remember really racing and pushing myself.  I think it would be neat to see how badly I can beat the old Paula and show that some things get better with age.   And pushing back the date of fall’s peak race to allow myself more time to recover and train would certainly be a bonus.






4 (Or 5) Weeks till Running!

I got off crutches on Wednesday.  I got back on crutches on Thursday.  The doctor seemed very disappointed that I have not healed as much as he had hoped I would in the past two weeks (I almost felt more sorry for him than I did for myself) so I have been put back on crutches for another week, which may increase my total recovery time by a week as well.  I’m not really surprised by the setback – I think disappointment has really just become the norm for me.  I think I’d be shocked if something went right, which is why I was skeptical that they could get me back running in just 6 weeks.  But I kinda feel like my running is like a bowl of lucky charms – I’m just eating all my boring, brown oats right now, and at some point I’m going to be able to enjoy a huge spoonful of some magical deliciousness.


This Week’s Beer Choice: Westbrook One Claw IPAMt. Pleasant, SC

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Sorry, Boys


“You Chicked Us!”

Huh?  I was confused at first when a group of older, male triathletes approached me after I pulled seven-minute miles out of my non-training, novice rear end several years ago when I agreed to run the 10K leg of the Kiawah Island Triathlon on my employer’s corporate team.  It was probably the first time I ever really raced (I couldn’t let down my team!), but it was obviously the first time I ever heard the “Chicked” expression and learned that men liked women passing them on the race course just about as much as they enjoyed asking for directions.

It wasn’t fair really.  In fact, I thought the men were saying I tricked them, and I guess I did because I didn’t complete the entire triathlon so they really shouldn’t have felt bad about a little, 24-year-old girl bee-bopping by them.  

However, a few years later and a little bit faster, I have already passed my share of boys fair and square.  And I can’t help but feel a little bad about it sometimes.  I just know I have broken some spirits late in races.  But what can you say as you speed by?  It’s not you.  It’s me?

And it’s not just when I’m fortunate enough to have a strong finish that I feel bad about sharing a course with the boys.  I also think it’s a little unfair that women naturally have so much more crowd support.  Other women love to shout out “Go girl!!” but never have I heard them return the favor to a guy amongst a group of girls – and if they did, I’m afraid I may feel even more sorry for the guy.

But before I go giving the race away, I have to say that there are several ways that the boys come out ahead that really tick me off. 

First and perhaps the most obvious, the fastest boy is faster than the fastest girl.  Note that I do not say that boys are faster than girls because I believe that many girls including myself have proved that we can beat out the majority of the boys that come to the same starting line as we.  But still, I have yet to come to peace with the fact that women got shafted on some fast-twitch muscles. 

Secondly, almost always the leader of a race is male.  You know, I would kinda like to see how it feels to lead a race and not just be first-place female, but that may be an experience I may never have because I am a girl. 

And lastly, I really get pissed when I read about the “winner” of a race or the top finishers and there is no mention of any ladies.  It’s as if the reporters feel there is no need to even mention the name of the fastest woman because she was not the “winner” – only the first finisher of the slower sex.

I also often times forget that women are actually fairly new to the sport of distance running.  1984 was the first year that there was even a women’s marathon at the Olympics!  And women were not allowed to officially run the Boston Marathon until 1972.  It took brave women like Bobbi Gibb, who hid in the bushes at the 1966 starting line before sneaking in to the race and becoming the first female finisher, and Kathrine Switzer, who became the first official female finisher but only because she registered for the 1967 race as K. V. Switzer, in order for officials to let the girls in the race.

So maybe I shouldn’t worry about crushing some boys’ spirits or feel guilty about the extra crowd support.  I am definitely motivated to keep moving with all the “Run Girl!”s!  But what I really love and what touches my heart more that any motivational poster possibly could is when I hear a little girl’s voice, like I did about a week ago coming from the side of the Boston Marathon course, excitedly shouting, “There’s a girl!”   In those moments, I am reminded that my race is about more than myself – I am showing young girls that women belong on the race course, and we can in fact run with the boys and on some days perhaps even chick a few.






5 Weeks till Running!  And 1 Week till No Crutches!

I may have hit a new low this week – While trying to “walk” my dog (you can only imagine what it’s like to balance on one leg while holding on to an 85-pound golden retriever with one hand and picking up her poo with the other), a homeless man on a park bench in downtown Wilmington said, “What happened to you?!”  After I explained, his response was “Don’t worry.  It’ll get better.”  Great.  Even a homeless man feels sorry for me.


This Week’s Beer Choice:  Flying Dog’s Snake Dog IPA  (Needed an old fav comfort beer after Boston)





You know what else women can do in addition to running marathons?  Plant grass!  I spent all last summer killing off the weeds & ivy that had overtaken the backyard of my foreclosure purchase.  Then, I planted grass last fall (shady blend from Lowes), and now I can enjoy my IPAs on my back porch while looking at real grass!  I still have a lot to do in the yard, but it has come a long ways!  Check out the before and after pics!

Before

Before


After