we did it!!!
With a minimum of crap (though, again, using the cane), finished the race. Was ok until hills, going UP was painful. BUT, didn't walk an inch. Dunno if my pace was what most would call "running," but I didn't walk any of it-and THIS was a tough course. Was mid pack re: The Wearers of The Green, mid pack re: overall finishers as well. REALLY killing me now, but I'll recover. I hope. Or not.
THANK GOD Stoney texted me. The weather is GORGEOUS, so he finally got off his ass and went to play with his friends. I took the time to rake the front lawn-friggin' leaves!!! But it's ok, felt good nontheless to be vertical. Tomorrow I'll hate myself but today, I finished what I started. Nice to see my Long Island peeps also. Wish I could'a stuck around longer @ the end but the pain was too great. Hadda boogie.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
day 104
***MORE pix of The Big One. See below. Thanks Elik.
Went to AP, connected with the peeps, many NOT there, doing the Autism run manana. Saw Pret's car, must'a been doing a long run (JOIN the club already!!!). NOW I get it. Wasn't running, wasn't walking, actually went to see my peeps. Odd that.
BEAUTIFUL day-meaning-of course Stoney was still in his pj's when I got home (2pm). Tough life.
Let's pray the leg hold out for manana. If not, shoot me.
Went to AP, connected with the peeps, many NOT there, doing the Autism run manana. Saw Pret's car, must'a been doing a long run (JOIN the club already!!!). NOW I get it. Wasn't running, wasn't walking, actually went to see my peeps. Odd that.
BEAUTIFUL day-meaning-of course Stoney was still in his pj's when I got home (2pm). Tough life.
Let's pray the leg hold out for manana. If not, shoot me.
Friday, November 6, 2009
day 103
one more day of rest and then we'll see wassup. Either I run or shoot me.
Baby steps: explained to Keith the necessity of making the bed BEFORE you leave the house in the am (as opposed to Fiddler Crabbing it at night). FINALLY he made the bed, AND he called to say he was playing handball with friends. Before he couldn't understand how I needed to know where he was. Thank GOD he's learning.
MORE leap of faith related issues remember Stan's meltdown? Well, he spoke @ the meeting last night, more to get him off my back than anything. And, though he droned on for WAY too long and I was aching to get back home, he was VERY good. Spoke of his involvement in the civil rights movement. Wow. Helluva story. Unfortunately, some of the bigger assholes in our club heard he was speaking and didn't show. NOT cool people. So much for trust, extending olive branches. Thankfully, he didn't take it to heart. Props to you Stan.
God bless Elik, thanks to him, pix of The Big One down below. Don't laugh.
Baby steps: explained to Keith the necessity of making the bed BEFORE you leave the house in the am (as opposed to Fiddler Crabbing it at night). FINALLY he made the bed, AND he called to say he was playing handball with friends. Before he couldn't understand how I needed to know where he was. Thank GOD he's learning.
MORE leap of faith related issues remember Stan's meltdown? Well, he spoke @ the meeting last night, more to get him off my back than anything. And, though he droned on for WAY too long and I was aching to get back home, he was VERY good. Spoke of his involvement in the civil rights movement. Wow. Helluva story. Unfortunately, some of the bigger assholes in our club heard he was speaking and didn't show. NOT cool people. So much for trust, extending olive branches. Thankfully, he didn't take it to heart. Props to you Stan.
God bless Elik, thanks to him, pix of The Big One down below. Don't laugh.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
day 102
(funny how your mood suffers when you DON'T run)
This HAS been a shit year. Gots'ta get better.
The ONE thing I most look forward to sucked, Shebitch is MIA-dunno what hospital (don't wanna) don't know if It'll live or die, I became officially a single parent, this goes on...
And it wouldn't matter worth a shit if I could run. DAYUM!!!
Last night was supposed to go to Core Training, but with tonight's bored/membership meeting, couldn't leave Stoney unattended for 2 consecutive evenings. I had told him if he went anywhere after school to give me a call. I'm home, dinner waiting, he's mia. I went BALLISTIC. For THIS I missed the ONE fucking thing I do for me??????? And yes, I let him know it. He's not only on the shit list, he IS the shit list. I explained that what had been asked of him was minimal, that his responsibilities @ home are likewise minimal, so he was in deep shit. I explained I'm responsible for him, that I must know where he is-especially in light of his herbal tendencies.
After all this was explained, you KNOW his response "whatever." Wrong answer. I went NUTS. Not explosive, but in a Clint Eastwood way. He's on deep freeze.
Fuck me. One fucking peaceful moment. Instead, every moment I spend away from him, I worry (try doing a marathon with THAT on your mind "I should be home, I should be home...")
This HAS been a shit year. Gots'ta get better.
The ONE thing I most look forward to sucked, Shebitch is MIA-dunno what hospital (don't wanna) don't know if It'll live or die, I became officially a single parent, this goes on...
And it wouldn't matter worth a shit if I could run. DAYUM!!!
Last night was supposed to go to Core Training, but with tonight's bored/membership meeting, couldn't leave Stoney unattended for 2 consecutive evenings. I had told him if he went anywhere after school to give me a call. I'm home, dinner waiting, he's mia. I went BALLISTIC. For THIS I missed the ONE fucking thing I do for me??????? And yes, I let him know it. He's not only on the shit list, he IS the shit list. I explained that what had been asked of him was minimal, that his responsibilities @ home are likewise minimal, so he was in deep shit. I explained I'm responsible for him, that I must know where he is-especially in light of his herbal tendencies.
After all this was explained, you KNOW his response "whatever." Wrong answer. I went NUTS. Not explosive, but in a Clint Eastwood way. He's on deep freeze.
Fuck me. One fucking peaceful moment. Instead, every moment I spend away from him, I worry (try doing a marathon with THAT on your mind "I should be home, I should be home...")
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
day 101
yay!!! I wasn't last!
STILL adjusting to dragging a leg for 6 miles. BUT, there's ALWAYS good news: there WAS a Strider behind me. God bless him, AND he was 39!!! What slays me is my lats year's time-my benchmark, 4:28, was easily within reach this year, and would'a put me in mid-Wearers of the Green pack. DAYUM!!!
AND, adding insult to injury, the weather this week is gorgeous!!! SHIT.
It is what it is, gotta suck it up.
Went to see Where the Wild Things Are. I was disappointed. dunno exactly why, but I expected more.
Must be my mind set, wanna get this crap behind me asap.
STILL adjusting to dragging a leg for 6 miles. BUT, there's ALWAYS good news: there WAS a Strider behind me. God bless him, AND he was 39!!! What slays me is my lats year's time-my benchmark, 4:28, was easily within reach this year, and would'a put me in mid-Wearers of the Green pack. DAYUM!!!
AND, adding insult to injury, the weather this week is gorgeous!!! SHIT.
It is what it is, gotta suck it up.
Went to see Where the Wild Things Are. I was disappointed. dunno exactly why, but I expected more.
Must be my mind set, wanna get this crap behind me asap.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
day 100
ok, settling into the shit time. Of course this is exacerbated by peeps good wishes, you can tell they're trying, but truth is-a shit time is a shit time-injury or no. I am sooooooo content that I didn't bail. My only reassurance. This, of course, is counterbalanced by the fact that e mail is circulating re: club results, I'm right there...at the bottom. And what SUCKS is I could've been in the middle. More accomplished/faster runners have a slower time than I did last year, THAT year was my benchmark. But, it is what it is.
My other reassurance is the split time revealed I came in @ mile 15 @ 2:48. That was pre-injury. I could'a repeated last year. Oh well. I finished. Good.
Now, the rest, THIS is the only part that sucks worse than my time. BEAUTIFUL weather all week, and I'm pinned. It is what it is.
Laughlin hit it on the head: for a club like ours, having 14 do this thing was a friggin' miracle. We're amazing.
For they that don't get it good, they shouldn't.
For us that do: we need to wallow in it. EVERYTHING can be seen through marathon eyes. "tortoise vs.hare," "don't ever quit," etc...
Again, I'm impressed not only with our club, but New York itself. Running this one, you really DO feel as though you own the city. The cheers of the NYFD "We can walk faster than you're running," THAT busted my gut, bless 'em. The NYPD shakin' it to the beat in Brooklyn, the children holding out their hands.....wow.
My other reassurance is the split time revealed I came in @ mile 15 @ 2:48. That was pre-injury. I could'a repeated last year. Oh well. I finished. Good.
Now, the rest, THIS is the only part that sucks worse than my time. BEAUTIFUL weather all week, and I'm pinned. It is what it is.
Laughlin hit it on the head: for a club like ours, having 14 do this thing was a friggin' miracle. We're amazing.
For they that don't get it good, they shouldn't.
For us that do: we need to wallow in it. EVERYTHING can be seen through marathon eyes. "tortoise vs.hare," "don't ever quit," etc...
Again, I'm impressed not only with our club, but New York itself. Running this one, you really DO feel as though you own the city. The cheers of the NYFD "We can walk faster than you're running," THAT busted my gut, bless 'em. The NYPD shakin' it to the beat in Brooklyn, the children holding out their hands.....wow.
Monday, November 2, 2009
day 99
...the morning after.
Great words of encouragement from the peeps. Unfortunately, my time SUCKED, unofficial: 5:14. BUT, (and everything after "but" is bullshit), I didn't d.n.f., as badly as I wanted to/should have. Walking with a cane now. Stoney's finding it hilarious. Good. Now I'm screwed, gotta do it again to beat this fiasco.
Tom called, bless him, to make Boston he'd have needed 3:35. SHIT.
Great words of encouragement from the peeps. Unfortunately, my time SUCKED, unofficial: 5:14. BUT, (and everything after "but" is bullshit), I didn't d.n.f., as badly as I wanted to/should have. Walking with a cane now. Stoney's finding it hilarious. Good. Now I'm screwed, gotta do it again to beat this fiasco.
Tom called, bless him, to make Boston he'd have needed 3:35. SHIT.
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