Alright, lots to update. Then regular posting should reconvene :)
Last weekend I ran the much anticipated Long Beach Half Marathonwith Tara and Catherine. We ventured to the race expo together to get pumped up.
Tara and Me, lined up at the start….4:05 a.m. wake-up call…early early!
I finally felt a little excitement for the race. My mind had been preoccupied with moving, but I knew these girls had trained for this race and by golly I was going to take part in the glory!
Was there glory for me!? Yep…my Dad was in town to help me move. Yes, I’m lucky, but I was also in over my head with this move. I don’t think I would have made it through with my head on partially straight without him.
So…the last race my dad saw me run in: besides our annual Detroit Turkey Trot 10K we both run in, was the Chicago Marathon 2008….which I had a bonk race so was way behind estimated time….and I don’t think he ever actually saw me run.
I didn’t even realize how much it meant to me until I saw him at the 1 mile mark. A smile came to my face. At that moment I wished I was racing. I wanted him to be proud, to show him what hard work/training can lead to. But I was torn in too many directions for this race…and I had decided I was running with Tara and Catherine; it was a race for them; I was there to enjoy it. So Tara and I ran together for the first 4 or so miles, then I let Tara get on with her NoDoubt and music motivation, while I started sightseeing through Long Beach. It was hot, the sun was blazing…I wore my BicBand,
It stays put when my hair is sweaty….not dry. Wear during hot races like Long Beach!
newly purchased at the expo, but it was hidden by my traditional Nike running hat. I felt like I was pushing hard…but I was running slow. But whatever, I kept saying, just run the miles and enjoy the opportunity….the rest of the day was just going to be packing…so this was my “break” in the moving weekend. I saw my dad 5 times during the race. Each time I smiled and waved. I think I spotted him before he spotted me after the 1st mile. So many times I run races, not a single familiar face in the crowd…but I still spot them all. This time I was actually looking for a face I knew was there….I don’t know why, but that meant everything to me. So in the 12th mile I saw my Dad….I was almost finished, I was tired, my legs were not moving very fast, and I was a bit defeated by how slow this run had been…but none the less I got choked up. To know my Dad was seeing me, supporting me in person at the thing I love to do…run. Emotional runner, check.
Ok, so the best part of the race. Tara, Catherine, and I all ran within 90 seconds of each other. Each of us trained (or didn’t) separetely, yet we all ran a similar race. So….we should have run together, but who would have known! AND….Catherine AND Tara SMASHED their goals! So kudos to my running buddies and welcome to the half marathon world.
POST RACE…Tara KILLED her race goal. She rocked the race….what’s her next one!??!?!?!?!
There are still steps above so keep running and setting new goals :) At the end of it Tara had her usual discrediting comments….I told her I was proud of her and glad to have been running in the same race as her. I love sharing in running with other people….as much as my own experience is selfish…I like seeing how running makes others feel better about themselves, proud, motivated by setting and meeting a goal, more self-confident, like what they see in a mirror, shocked by the races outcome, and motivated to set the next goal!
So I moved….the next morning. The morning was calm..I hired movers. Then my Dad and I were back at cleaning, unpacking, organizing, taking down boxes, putting boxes together, lugging…everything. Then I sadly dropped my dad off at the airport Tuesday morning and tried to work the week while settling in.
Biked to work x 2
Showed my unfamiliar face at the gym x 1
NATIONAL PARKINSON FOUNDATION MOVING DAY in ORANGE COUNTY!
Claire, MaryAnn, and I saw our rough attempts at choreographing come to light.
First Team Hoag led Flash Mob of the Cupid Shuffle. Yep..Claire and Dash have been teaching the Cupid Shuffle dutifully for 3+ weeks at 7:45 a.m. to the lucky people who participate in the Parkinson’s Exercise Class. Please see Flash Mob: What a great success!
After the FlashMob everyone walked 1 or 2 miles..I’d say most chose the 2 mile route. Then Claire, MaryAnn, and I persevered through overheating iphones, no microphone, and fly by the seat of our pants (I didn’t fly, but MaryAnn and Claire kept a strong grip on my pants tugging me with them). All in all: 45+ minutes of Rocky, Twist and Shout, Cecilia, Eye of the Tiger, and Macarana scarf throwing, trunk rotating, overhead and floor reaching, and conga line dancing. We were as sweaty as you could be, and the tent was filled with active participants! And…all 200 scarves were gone at the end. SUCCESS! Team Hoag is the top fundraiser and definitely the most dynamic team. Thanks to every one who participated and special thanks to Claire, MaryAnn, and Dash who brought the energy and filled Team Hoag! I’ll share pics as I get them.
So my car became my changing room, vanity mirror, and manicure chair. ‘Cus ERIKA was getting hitched that night! I drove out to Temecula; changed from Team Hoag Moving Day exercise leader to chic wedding guest in a Taco Bell bathroom…arrived at the wedding ceremony 1.5 hrs early….did my make-up and nails in the car, spritzed my perfume, and walked down to the ceremony site.
Reunion with Val and Rachel.
Let me preface. I LOVE WEDDINGS. Like sitting on the edge of my chair, big grin, tall posture, taking it all in. So I got to spend the rest of the night with my grin ear to ear celebrating Erika’s and Michael’s love for each other, reuniting with friends from grad school, and sharing with Erika’s family in the dancing floor craziness. If other people’s weddings make me this happy, can you imagine my own?
In the mean time I’ll keep getting my kicks with my running shoes, biking, and hopefully splashing back in the pool this week. Happy running.
Erika’s Bouquet in her rose vase!