Sunday is family time for us.
If #1 son serves mass, then he & I get up early so we can make it there before 8am.
If he's NOT serving mass, then I sleep.
I love Sunday morning sleep.
I will usually sleep until 9:30 or so. Then I will sip coffee and get ready to go to mass at 10:30. Or 12:15. Depends. Sometimes I am even so lazy that I wait to go to the 6PM mass.
I love being Catholic. What other tribe gives you so many scheduling options?
THIS morning I had other plans.
EXCITING plans.
I was gonna go out to the Island and do a Mimosa Run. (For those of you not from South Texas -- HI NICKI! -- North Padre Island is part of the Corpus Christi city limits. We have to cross a bridge to get there. Vic has a new facility there)
V-Fit put on a Mimosa Fun Run this morning.
I love fun runs! They are so fun!
This time we had a choice of running 5 miles or 10 miles. (MILES? WTF? What happened to 5Ks?). The run started at 7:15. AM. On a Sunday.
I had every intention of participating. After all, I ran over 6 miles just 2 short weeks ago.
I planned to get up at 6am, on a Sunday, head to the Island, run 5 miles, be done by 10am, go home, take a shower and get to mass by 12:15. Fun!
That was the plan.
Unfortunately. . .
I didn't get up at 6. I didn't get up at 6:30. I wasn't awake by 7. I didn't get up until almost 10am.
I hope there are enough Mimosas at that fun run to make Vic & Gabe forget that I wasn't there.
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Sunday, January 22, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
The Ten
I guess it's time to talk about the 10K I did on Saturday.
It actually wasn't a 10 K, it was half of a half marathon.
A half marathon is 13.1094 miles. I ran half of that: 6.5547 miles.
A 10K is only 6.2 miles.
I ran an extra 0.3547 miles. That's way more.
When I ran my first 5K, this really hot guy named Tim helped me run the last quarter mile. Tim looks like a much fitter, much taller, and much better looking Seth Green.
Tim was there to cheer me on during my first 10K. Thank you, Tim!
I remember that my first 5K I was huffing and puffing. My legs were sore. I was bright red.
The 10K is pretty much the same, except I wasn't huffing and puffing. My heart and lungs are strong now -- "running" for 2 hours doesn't kill me. I can talk and joke with people along the way.
My legs, on the other hand. . .er. .foot, are a different story. I am still 100 lbs overweight and my knees don't like it. Screw you, knees, I'm still doing this.
When I did the 5K, I was amazed at how incredibly affirming and supportive people are. When I finished the 10K, my friends made an archway for me to run through.
You guys are the best.
It actually wasn't a 10 K, it was half of a half marathon.
A half marathon is 13.1094 miles. I ran half of that: 6.5547 miles.
A 10K is only 6.2 miles.
I ran an extra 0.3547 miles. That's way more.
When I ran my first 5K, this really hot guy named Tim helped me run the last quarter mile. Tim looks like a much fitter, much taller, and much better looking Seth Green.
Tim was there to cheer me on during my first 10K. Thank you, Tim!
I remember that my first 5K I was huffing and puffing. My legs were sore. I was bright red.
The 10K is pretty much the same, except I wasn't huffing and puffing. My heart and lungs are strong now -- "running" for 2 hours doesn't kill me. I can talk and joke with people along the way.
My legs, on the other hand. . .er. .foot, are a different story. I am still 100 lbs overweight and my knees don't like it. Screw you, knees, I'm still doing this.
When I did the 5K, I was amazed at how incredibly affirming and supportive people are. When I finished the 10K, my friends made an archway for me to run through.
You guys are the best.
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| I did this for you, "Eva" -- I miss you sister! |
Friday, January 6, 2012
First
Tomorrow is my first run of the year.
It's also my first 10K.
I am dedicating it to "Eva" who is still struggling, still on a ventilator and still fighting hard.
"Eva" - we love you. SO much.
Tomorrow is for you.
It's also my first 10K.
I am dedicating it to "Eva" who is still struggling, still on a ventilator and still fighting hard.
"Eva" - we love you. SO much.
Tomorrow is for you.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The real reason why I love Victor. . ..
I've written about Vic before.
He owns V-Fit -- the fitness studio where I work out. The place where I was first able to do triceps curls and "real" push ups. The place where I have been able to drop my blood pressure, blood sugar, and bra size. The place where I have met wonderful friends who encourage me to try, fail and try again.
That's not why I love Vic.
Vic assigned me to work out with Gabe. Gentle, kind Gabe who doesn't shout, doesn't sneer and doesn't take excuses. We call Gabe the "Silent Assassin" because he very quietly kills you with his workouts. I call him "Silent but Deadly". Seriously -- he worked my back & shoulders two days ago. I am still sore. Did you know your armpits could hurt? Despite the pain, Gabe has been a wonderful coach, mentor and friend.
That's not why I love Vic.
Vic is slightly hot looking. If you like guys with perfectly tone bodies, chiseled bone structure, shiny black hair and the deepest, dreamiest brown eyes since Greg Afuso. And he's mostly straight! (Just kidding. He's all the way straight.) (He is pretty Metro though. I love Metro guys!) On more than one occasion, friends of mine have seen Victor and come to me drooling. "HE is your trainer! OMG I want to work out with you!" Of course they never show up, the cowards.
That's not why I love Vic.
It was yesterday that I realized exactly why I love him.
Yesterday was the 5K I ran for June. As you may know, I have run one 5K every month since October 2010. Yesterday I finished my 9th. Wow. Nine. That's a lot.
That's not why I love Vic.
It was one of the most enjoyable 5K's I've run. It was at sunrise on the beach. Sounds romantic, right? Sunrise in June is the only time you can run without getting heat stroke. But it was still pretty frigging hot.
I haven't done a lot of running on the beach. It's more challenging that running on the road. For one thing, you have to scoot around to find sand that's not too soft. We were kinda zig-zagging all over the place. I am pretty sure we covered more than 3.1 miles. Felt like 10.
I was proud of myself becasue I ran the whole first half no problem. At the turn around, I was running pretty close to the water. By then my feet were sore and hot, but I still had more than a mile to go. A wave came in and soaked my feet.
I wasn't happy to have my expensive shoes all wet, but lemme tell ya -- that water felt GOOD!
I kept running in & out of the water, until my shoes got so waterlogged it was like running with 15 lb weights on my feet. Gabe makes me run with 15 lbs weights on my feet, so I know what I am talking about.
It was the beach. The water felt good. My shoes were heavy. I was going slow.
I figured "Fuggit -- I'm taking my shoes off". So I did.
Running in bare feet in the soft South Texas surf felt WONDERFUL.
That's not why I love Vic.
I love him because he put on this 5K to help the victims of the Mississippi Floods.
He raised $800.
I realized yesterday that Vic is always doing that. He set up a scholarship for students to attend Del Mar College. He raised money for Tsunami victims. He participated in Toys for Tots. He hosted a run for Metro Ministries. He finds ways to raise money for those in need.
I love Vic because Vic is a giver.
He's not rich yet. He's still building his business. But he's not waiting until he has "extra" money to give. He gives now. I met Vic when he donated his services for the Mayor's Fitness Challenge last summer. The retail cost of that challenge was over $2000, just for me. We had 13 people in that challenge. Vic -- who was just opening his business -- essentially gave us $26,000.00.
So not only did Vic give me a safe and comfortable place to become my best physical self, he gave me and my community thousands of dollars.
Vic's business is growing. He and Gabe are expanding into another location, they are increasing their clientele, and they are bringing new and exciting services to our community. That's not an accident. The great sales and self-actualization guru Zig Ziglar said "You can have everything you want in life as long as you help other people get what they want in life." Vic is helping me get what I want in life. I hope he earns MILLIONS. Billions.
In fact -- if you live in South Texas, check out V-Fit. Take a couple of classes.
You will love Vic too.
He owns V-Fit -- the fitness studio where I work out. The place where I was first able to do triceps curls and "real" push ups. The place where I have been able to drop my blood pressure, blood sugar, and bra size. The place where I have met wonderful friends who encourage me to try, fail and try again.
That's not why I love Vic.
Vic assigned me to work out with Gabe. Gentle, kind Gabe who doesn't shout, doesn't sneer and doesn't take excuses. We call Gabe the "Silent Assassin" because he very quietly kills you with his workouts. I call him "Silent but Deadly". Seriously -- he worked my back & shoulders two days ago. I am still sore. Did you know your armpits could hurt? Despite the pain, Gabe has been a wonderful coach, mentor and friend.
That's not why I love Vic.
Vic is slightly hot looking. If you like guys with perfectly tone bodies, chiseled bone structure, shiny black hair and the deepest, dreamiest brown eyes since Greg Afuso. And he's mostly straight! (Just kidding. He's all the way straight.) (He is pretty Metro though. I love Metro guys!) On more than one occasion, friends of mine have seen Victor and come to me drooling. "HE is your trainer! OMG I want to work out with you!" Of course they never show up, the cowards.
That's not why I love Vic.
It was yesterday that I realized exactly why I love him.
Yesterday was the 5K I ran for June. As you may know, I have run one 5K every month since October 2010. Yesterday I finished my 9th. Wow. Nine. That's a lot.
That's not why I love Vic.
It was one of the most enjoyable 5K's I've run. It was at sunrise on the beach. Sounds romantic, right? Sunrise in June is the only time you can run without getting heat stroke. But it was still pretty frigging hot.
I haven't done a lot of running on the beach. It's more challenging that running on the road. For one thing, you have to scoot around to find sand that's not too soft. We were kinda zig-zagging all over the place. I am pretty sure we covered more than 3.1 miles. Felt like 10.
I was proud of myself becasue I ran the whole first half no problem. At the turn around, I was running pretty close to the water. By then my feet were sore and hot, but I still had more than a mile to go. A wave came in and soaked my feet.
I wasn't happy to have my expensive shoes all wet, but lemme tell ya -- that water felt GOOD!
I kept running in & out of the water, until my shoes got so waterlogged it was like running with 15 lb weights on my feet. Gabe makes me run with 15 lbs weights on my feet, so I know what I am talking about.
It was the beach. The water felt good. My shoes were heavy. I was going slow.
I figured "Fuggit -- I'm taking my shoes off". So I did.
Running in bare feet in the soft South Texas surf felt WONDERFUL.
That's not why I love Vic.
I love him because he put on this 5K to help the victims of the Mississippi Floods.
He raised $800.
I realized yesterday that Vic is always doing that. He set up a scholarship for students to attend Del Mar College. He raised money for Tsunami victims. He participated in Toys for Tots. He hosted a run for Metro Ministries. He finds ways to raise money for those in need.
I love Vic because Vic is a giver.
He's not rich yet. He's still building his business. But he's not waiting until he has "extra" money to give. He gives now. I met Vic when he donated his services for the Mayor's Fitness Challenge last summer. The retail cost of that challenge was over $2000, just for me. We had 13 people in that challenge. Vic -- who was just opening his business -- essentially gave us $26,000.00.
So not only did Vic give me a safe and comfortable place to become my best physical self, he gave me and my community thousands of dollars.
Vic's business is growing. He and Gabe are expanding into another location, they are increasing their clientele, and they are bringing new and exciting services to our community. That's not an accident. The great sales and self-actualization guru Zig Ziglar said "You can have everything you want in life as long as you help other people get what they want in life." Vic is helping me get what I want in life. I hope he earns MILLIONS. Billions.
In fact -- if you live in South Texas, check out V-Fit. Take a couple of classes.
You will love Vic too.
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| My very first day working out with Vic |
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| Just one of many successes since I started working out with V-Fit |
Monday, May 23, 2011
Looks like I Survived
Not only did the world not end, but I also finished Beach 2 Bay. And lived.
Wow.
The Beach 2 Bay was an incredible "Bucket List" type of experience. I've run 5Ks before -- that alone is a challenge for me, but the Beach 2 Bay is a big deal. There 2575 teams. Multiply that by 6 people, and you have -- wait, lemme find my calculator -- 15,450 people running in Corpus Christi.
My trainer Gabe was faster than 15,438 of them. His team came in second over all. He is awesome! It took them just 2 hours, 21 minutes and 59 seconds to finish the race.
My friend Reena's team was faster than all but one of the women's teams. She also is awesome. Their team came in at 2 hours, 58 minutes and 23.6 seconds.
That means that two of my friends were done before I even got on the shuttle bus back to my car.
My team, Victor's Grasshoppers, came in 697 out of 981 in our category. That's in the top 71%! Whoot!
The most difficult part of the event was not the running -- although I did walk more than I wanted to. The most difficult part was the logistics. I had to catch the shuttle between 5 & 6 am. That's the middle of the night as far as I am concerned. The race started at 7, I was finished at 8, and then had to wait another 2 hours to get a shuttle back to the car. Then the shuttle was stuck in traffic for another hour and a half. I didn't get home until 12:30pm.
The waiting wouldn't have been so bad if we had access to shade and water. We didn't.
Would I run it again? Yes.
Next year? I'm gonna place in the top 690!
Wow.
The Beach 2 Bay was an incredible "Bucket List" type of experience. I've run 5Ks before -- that alone is a challenge for me, but the Beach 2 Bay is a big deal. There 2575 teams. Multiply that by 6 people, and you have -- wait, lemme find my calculator -- 15,450 people running in Corpus Christi.
My trainer Gabe was faster than 15,438 of them. His team came in second over all. He is awesome! It took them just 2 hours, 21 minutes and 59 seconds to finish the race.
My friend Reena's team was faster than all but one of the women's teams. She also is awesome. Their team came in at 2 hours, 58 minutes and 23.6 seconds.
That means that two of my friends were done before I even got on the shuttle bus back to my car.
My team, Victor's Grasshoppers, came in 697 out of 981 in our category. That's in the top 71%! Whoot!
The most difficult part of the event was not the running -- although I did walk more than I wanted to. The most difficult part was the logistics. I had to catch the shuttle between 5 & 6 am. That's the middle of the night as far as I am concerned. The race started at 7, I was finished at 8, and then had to wait another 2 hours to get a shuttle back to the car. Then the shuttle was stuck in traffic for another hour and a half. I didn't get home until 12:30pm.
The waiting wouldn't have been so bad if we had access to shade and water. We didn't.
Would I run it again? Yes.
Next year? I'm gonna place in the top 690!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Scared Grasshopper
Remember when I started working out with Vic and I got kinda cocky and I'm all "I am going to run a 5K every month for a year!" ?
And I have *cough* "run" one 5 K a month since October 2010.
It's been great! I've had lots of fun, got lots of T-Shirts and have beat my best more than once.
This month is different.
This month is the 36th Annual Beach to Bay relay marathon.
I heard you gasp. Don't worry -- It's a RELAY marathon. I am not going to run it by myself.
And that's what scares me to DEATH.
I am running with five other people. Five awesome people. Our team is called Victor's Grasshoppers. Isn't that a stooopid name? I couldn't think of any other names. I just kinda think of Victor as Master Po -- only not blind. And we are like David Carradine. . .without the auto-erotic asphyxiation. We're going to wear vivid green shirts. And pink skorts. Well, I am wearing a pink skort. Don't know about the other guys.
I'm running the shortest. . .I mean first leg.
Fear #1: Five other, awesome people are going to have to make up time for me.
It is the largest relay marathon in the US. NO OTHER PLACE in our country has a marathon relay this big.
Fear #2: What if I am SO SLOW that my relay partner gives up and goes home?
It's so big, we have to take a shuttle to the race.
Fear #3: What if I am so slow I miss the shuttle back home?
I am "running" the beach leg.
Fear #4: What if I am so slow that the Sexy Seniors running club kicks sand in my face as they pass me?
The beach leg is short, but it's on sand. So it's challenging.
Fear #5: What if I am SO SLOW that the race is over by the time I pass the baton?
This Saturday, if you see a sweaty, sandy, slow, scared runner wearing a green T-Shirt and a pink skort -- that will be me.
And I have *cough* "run" one 5 K a month since October 2010.
It's been great! I've had lots of fun, got lots of T-Shirts and have beat my best more than once.
This month is different.
This month is the 36th Annual Beach to Bay relay marathon.
I heard you gasp. Don't worry -- It's a RELAY marathon. I am not going to run it by myself.
And that's what scares me to DEATH.
I am running with five other people. Five awesome people. Our team is called Victor's Grasshoppers. Isn't that a stooopid name? I couldn't think of any other names. I just kinda think of Victor as Master Po -- only not blind. And we are like David Carradine. . .without the auto-erotic asphyxiation. We're going to wear vivid green shirts. And pink skorts. Well, I am wearing a pink skort. Don't know about the other guys.
I'm running the shortest. . .I mean first leg.
Fear #1: Five other, awesome people are going to have to make up time for me.
It is the largest relay marathon in the US. NO OTHER PLACE in our country has a marathon relay this big.
Fear #2: What if I am SO SLOW that my relay partner gives up and goes home?
It's so big, we have to take a shuttle to the race.
Fear #3: What if I am so slow I miss the shuttle back home?
I am "running" the beach leg.
Fear #4: What if I am so slow that the Sexy Seniors running club kicks sand in my face as they pass me?
The beach leg is short, but it's on sand. So it's challenging.
Fear #5: What if I am SO SLOW that the race is over by the time I pass the baton?
This Saturday, if you see a sweaty, sandy, slow, scared runner wearing a green T-Shirt and a pink skort -- that will be me.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Just When I think I'm a Badass. . . .
For about four months I have been coming to work every week regaling my colleagues about my hard workouts and how much Vic made me do this week.
I was starting to feel pretty proud of myself.
Which I shouldn't do.
Inspired by my tales of glory, my friend Kathy decided to start preparing for a 5 K. She has been doing the Couch to 5K plan. Good for you! I said patronizingly as I whined about my own - really really hard - workout.
Saturday, Kathy & I participated in the American Heart Association Heart Walk.
It was PACKED!
And Vic was there! And Ricky! And Gabe! I was so excited. I showed off my beautiful boys to my friend Kathy. She rolled her eyes at me. What else could she do?
The walk started. SLOWLY.
The problem was, there were a lot of people there. Like, a million. And we were all trying to go around the "track" which wasn't a track at all, but the perimeter of Whataburger Field. (Which is a gorgeous facility! Come to Corpus Christi & Check it out -- it's awesome!).
So it was sort of a heart stroll.
Which is fine. Many of the walkers were heart patients -- the whole point is activity, not speed.
But Kathy and I were there for a workout.
And the stroll wasn't working us.
So, as I happily chatted about Vic & Ricky & Gabe and how much they love me, Kathy started to walk fast. Then she started to run. Then she started to run fast.
I sort of kept up with her the first mile.
By the second mile, she was no where to be found.
And, believe it or not, I still wasn't getting much of a workout.
The event had Workout Stations where you could participate in other fitness activity. Like Zumba! And Step Classes! And Vic had a station! Yeay! I can work out with Vic! And Ricky! And Gabe!
He did.
And then I took a step class.
I got my workout.
A really really owie workout.
I shoulda stayed with Kathy.
I was starting to feel pretty proud of myself.
Which I shouldn't do.
Inspired by my tales of glory, my friend Kathy decided to start preparing for a 5 K. She has been doing the Couch to 5K plan. Good for you! I said patronizingly as I whined about my own - really really hard - workout.
Saturday, Kathy & I participated in the American Heart Association Heart Walk.
It was PACKED!
And Vic was there! And Ricky! And Gabe! I was so excited. I showed off my beautiful boys to my friend Kathy. She rolled her eyes at me. What else could she do?
The walk started. SLOWLY.
The problem was, there were a lot of people there. Like, a million. And we were all trying to go around the "track" which wasn't a track at all, but the perimeter of Whataburger Field. (Which is a gorgeous facility! Come to Corpus Christi & Check it out -- it's awesome!).
So it was sort of a heart stroll.
Which is fine. Many of the walkers were heart patients -- the whole point is activity, not speed.
But Kathy and I were there for a workout.
And the stroll wasn't working us.
So, as I happily chatted about Vic & Ricky & Gabe and how much they love me, Kathy started to walk fast. Then she started to run. Then she started to run fast.
I sort of kept up with her the first mile.
By the second mile, she was no where to be found.
And, believe it or not, I still wasn't getting much of a workout.
The event had Workout Stations where you could participate in other fitness activity. Like Zumba! And Step Classes! And Vic had a station! Yeay! I can work out with Vic! And Ricky! And Gabe!
He did.
And then I took a step class.
I got my workout.
A really really owie workout.
I shoulda stayed with Kathy.
Monday, October 25, 2010
What Fit People Really Think of Us. . .
Since I have been working out so much, I figured that I should start to run in 5K type races.
I HAD to participate in the American Diabetes Association's Dancing Thru Downtown event. That was the finale of the V-Fit Leadership challenge. I walked it. It was about 3.5ish miles. Didn't come in first, didn't come in last. Wasn't any big deal, really. I didn't even think of it as a 5K.
This past weekend, I participated in the V-Fit 5K, benefiting Mission of Mercy. In case you're wondering which one I am, I am the bright red one coming in dead last.
I am not disappointed that I came in last. My goal was to finish.
I tried to stay as close as I could to the 2 lovely ladies ahead of me. They are in their 60's, and they run 5K's all the time. Before the first mile was up, I was eating their dust.
I was also lapped pretty quickly by the mom pushing her 3 year old in the stroller. She rocks. She is in my age class, and she came in first. (I came in second. The moral is: more people 40-45 need to run 5Ks).
We ran through a pretty neighborhood, down streets, through a park. It was a lovely day.
Motorcycle cops were on had to ensure the traffic was clear, and also to ensure no one was hurt or injured along the way. I tried to hitch a ride with one of them, but he wouldn't take me. I am going to complain to the city. What do we pay taxes for if our policemen won't even help us cheat in a 5K.
What was amazing to me was how others reacted to me.
Most of the runners are very fit, active people. Some are full on athletes.
No matter our fitness or experience, everyone was very supportive.
They were more than supportive.
They were genuinely pulling for me.
My friend Laurie (the one who Victor makes do really really crazy hard things), finished the race in about 30 minutes. She is awesome. She came to find me so she could help me run the last 1/4 mile or so. She kept my energy up.
Tim, one of Vic's Super-Fit clients, ran with me to the finish line. He was SO incredibly affirming. He delivered me to the home stretch and cheered me as I ran up the hill to the finish line.
The finish line was on top of a hill.
Because Victor does things like that, the basterd.
Victor, who I love dearly despite the fact that I just called him a bad name, ran alongside me as I ran up the hill.
Everyone else was on the sidelines cheering. They cheered for me as if they had bet money on me.
I can't begin to describe the feeling.
I am pleased that I ran. I am proud that I finished. The best part, however, is the incredible feeling of support and solidarity I got from the other runners.
To my fat brothers & sisters: I know that sometimes you don't like to tackle things like this because you feel weird being around all these gorgeous fit people.
I am here to tell you -- they want us there. They want us to do well. They are pulling for us.
I have 3 more runs to finish this year.
By the last one, maybe I can cheer someone else on!
I HAD to participate in the American Diabetes Association's Dancing Thru Downtown event. That was the finale of the V-Fit Leadership challenge. I walked it. It was about 3.5ish miles. Didn't come in first, didn't come in last. Wasn't any big deal, really. I didn't even think of it as a 5K.
This past weekend, I participated in the V-Fit 5K, benefiting Mission of Mercy. In case you're wondering which one I am, I am the bright red one coming in dead last.
I am not disappointed that I came in last. My goal was to finish.
I tried to stay as close as I could to the 2 lovely ladies ahead of me. They are in their 60's, and they run 5K's all the time. Before the first mile was up, I was eating their dust.
I was also lapped pretty quickly by the mom pushing her 3 year old in the stroller. She rocks. She is in my age class, and she came in first. (I came in second. The moral is: more people 40-45 need to run 5Ks).
We ran through a pretty neighborhood, down streets, through a park. It was a lovely day.
Motorcycle cops were on had to ensure the traffic was clear, and also to ensure no one was hurt or injured along the way. I tried to hitch a ride with one of them, but he wouldn't take me. I am going to complain to the city. What do we pay taxes for if our policemen won't even help us cheat in a 5K.
What was amazing to me was how others reacted to me.
Most of the runners are very fit, active people. Some are full on athletes.
No matter our fitness or experience, everyone was very supportive.
They were more than supportive.
They were genuinely pulling for me.
My friend Laurie (the one who Victor makes do really really crazy hard things), finished the race in about 30 minutes. She is awesome. She came to find me so she could help me run the last 1/4 mile or so. She kept my energy up.
Tim, one of Vic's Super-Fit clients, ran with me to the finish line. He was SO incredibly affirming. He delivered me to the home stretch and cheered me as I ran up the hill to the finish line.
The finish line was on top of a hill.
Because Victor does things like that, the basterd.
Victor, who I love dearly despite the fact that I just called him a bad name, ran alongside me as I ran up the hill.
Everyone else was on the sidelines cheering. They cheered for me as if they had bet money on me.
I can't begin to describe the feeling.
I am pleased that I ran. I am proud that I finished. The best part, however, is the incredible feeling of support and solidarity I got from the other runners.
To my fat brothers & sisters: I know that sometimes you don't like to tackle things like this because you feel weird being around all these gorgeous fit people.
I am here to tell you -- they want us there. They want us to do well. They are pulling for us.
I have 3 more runs to finish this year.
By the last one, maybe I can cheer someone else on!
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