I know, I know...How is it that I have waited so long to update on the marathon? Let's just say it took all my mental, emotional, and obviously physical strength and I am just now feeling recovered in all those aspects! It was an amazing morning. I had terrible sleep, not so much thinking about the race, my mind was just jumping around from pointless thought to another. We woke up at 4 :20 a.m. We needed to eat and dress to meet the TNT team in the lobby at 5 a.m. Waiting around that long before the start of the race can really mess with your mental state. I guess spending all summer rolling out of bed Saturday mornings to team runs wasn't the best in preparation for the big day. Lesson learned! It was pretty chilly in Union Square that morning before the sun came up, but in the sea of 20,000 runners crowded into the small area, we sort of kept warm. Once the gun went off, it was around 17 minutes later that I actually crossed the start line.
What a rush! I started jogging, feeling slow and steady. The sun started coming up, my body temperature was rising, and andrenaline was pumping. The aid stations in the first couple miles were so slammed, it wasn't even worth stopping. I was so glad I wore my nerdy fuel belt. We ran along the embarcadero, down past a nice bay view of Alcatraz, and headed towards the Golden Gate Bridge at around mile 6. It was also the first significant hill, and it was VERY steep. I felt like I took it nice and easy. The next 3 miles seemed like ALL hill. Up, down and around. FINALLY, it seemed like we were heading down towards the Great Old Highway along the Pacific Ocean, and I think this may be where I made a mistake. The wind down was pretty steep, and I realize now that I took too big advantage of gravity's help and expended more energy than I should have. When we made it down practically to sea level at mile 10 it was such a head trip, the finish line was just ahead. The route took a sudden turn east, and headed into Golden Gate Park for another climb, this time, slow, steady, and never ending. The Park was the first BIG challenge for me. It was a lot more quiet compared to the route prior. The Park was also where the full marathon route departed from the half route. They head towards the beach to the finish and we dwindled in numbers to persevere less than half way to our goal. It was VERY hard running away from the halfers. I kept thinking how if I was completing the half I would've been so fast and successful. After spending too much time in Lala Fantasy Land, reality stretched out before me, and I had a LONG way to go.
The motivating part in this lonely section was seeing my parent's eager and proud faces as I ran by. They picked the best spot where I could see them perfectly...my dad was screaming my name and my mom was trying to cheer, blow a whistle and ring a bell all at the same time. I didn't smile much on my run, but I was beaming in this moment! Finally I made it through this difficult part, only to be faced with an even bigger wall. Around mile 17 I began to struggle. Up until this point I had not stopped running. My feet started to feel like I was running on hot coals, burning like fire. The morning was developing into a very cold and cloudy day, and my hands were so cold, I balled them into fists for heat. At some point, I realized they were painfully swelling as well, something I have never experienced. I slowed down and changed gears to a walk run. But even slowing didn't make things any easier. Looking back, it made it worse. I thought about giving up. I thought about how I desperately wanted to stop moving, sit down on the curb, and throw in the towel.
It was then that I looked to the side and there was a woman walking next to me. She looked up at me...and we just knew. We were in the same boat, and desperately needing a lifeline. I felt like, FINALLY! someone I can relate to out here, and just in the nick of time. Sarah, from South Carolina. We walked, we ran, we talked. I pulled her, she pulled me, we pushed. The stretch of the route out along the Great Old Highway seemed much farther than it really was...and the lap we had to do around Lake Merced was unbareable. I'm positive that it was almost all uphill. Miles 19 - 23 were probably my least favorite, but having Sarah there made it much better. We told each other at almost every mile how happy we were to have met. Once we were back on the Great Old Highway it was a crawl to the finishline along a straightaway against the biting cold breeze of the ocean. We had about 2.2 miles to go and they were challenging. We ran the rest of the way in, but I was literally saying to myself, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT...I know they say that endurance running is a mental challenge, but those last few miles for me were VERY physical. My feet burned, my hands felt like ice, and my legs already began to feel so sore. I thought I might pass out running the last .2 miles to the finish, but I heard my dad screaming my name, and saw the proud emotional look on my boyfriend's face...I made it. I even managed to smile and hold up my hands in victory for my cross of the finish line. WHAT A FIGHT!
I'm so glad to have made it....and even happier that it's over. I don't know when my next full marathon will be, but I'm going to keep up with racing...planning on a half in December, and a triple crown next Spring/Summer.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I cannot believe that the climax of almost 6 months of training is just around the corner. I've had a pretty tough taper so far...last week, after cutting mileage down, my body started to feel sluggish, and achy. My left knee started to bother me. My coaches kept reminding us that it's a normal part of the taper to feel this way, so I really tried to not let it get to me. But it was hard. I decided that I needed to get the blood moving, and went to the gym Wednesday for some running and lifting. I only ran 3 miles, and did some easy ab and leg work (and relaxed in the sauna.) Imagine my surprise - and relief - when the aches seemed to vanish the next day! One of the best lessons I've learned this season is to really listen to my body...and do what it says!
I've been glued to October's issue of Runners World like white on rice...all about preparation for a marathon. My favorite article: using a tennis ball for a foot and butt massage. AHHH.... :)
This past Saturday, my team headed out in PV for our last team run before the race - a mere 6 miles. Naturally, summer officially ended the day before, and we set out in a crisp cool breeze. Once we reached the coast, the breeze turned into gales. As we cruised down a hill with the wind at our backs, the sore realization that we would have to turn and run up the same hill with the wind against us weighed down. The run up that hill was rediculous. The wind was pushing so hard that it felt like I was running in place. The howling in my ears, and the burning of cold air in my lungs. At the top of the hill I felt light headed. Definitely wasn't breathing right. But I ran it in strong, and got through it. It's a struggle not to let days like that get to me.
Sunday morning, Eric was getting up early for his Hermosa Beach Triathlon. I committed to my team fully, and went to Long Beach to watch some of my teammates take off the the Long Beach Half and Full Marathon. I parked kind of far, and walked for about 30 minutes to the start. I was worried about going, thinking maybe it might mess with my mentally. But I'd supported a lot of my teammates racing that day, why stop short? I was excited to see them geared up for the fight...and I think it surprised a few of them to see me too!
I hung out with my coaches for a few hours...we walked with two of our full marathon walkers, and cheered for other TNT participants.
I was really excited once I started seeing my teammates running somewhere around the 7 mile marker. I felt full of pride and just cheered my heart out for them. All the emotions I felt I was just trying to internalize, so I can harness it for my race next weekend. My legs made me go home before the end of the marathon, but not before I could cheer on ALL my teammates.
In between the athletic stuff, my weekend consisted of the USC game against ASU (a slaughter) with my mom, boyfriend and friends, the Dodger Game against Philly (a slaughter) with the boy, and making a tee shirt for Eric to wear at my race. :) It was a good weekend, and I am looking forward to the next with an open heart.
I've been glued to October's issue of Runners World like white on rice...all about preparation for a marathon. My favorite article: using a tennis ball for a foot and butt massage. AHHH.... :)
This past Saturday, my team headed out in PV for our last team run before the race - a mere 6 miles. Naturally, summer officially ended the day before, and we set out in a crisp cool breeze. Once we reached the coast, the breeze turned into gales. As we cruised down a hill with the wind at our backs, the sore realization that we would have to turn and run up the same hill with the wind against us weighed down. The run up that hill was rediculous. The wind was pushing so hard that it felt like I was running in place. The howling in my ears, and the burning of cold air in my lungs. At the top of the hill I felt light headed. Definitely wasn't breathing right. But I ran it in strong, and got through it. It's a struggle not to let days like that get to me.
Sunday morning, Eric was getting up early for his Hermosa Beach Triathlon. I committed to my team fully, and went to Long Beach to watch some of my teammates take off the the Long Beach Half and Full Marathon. I parked kind of far, and walked for about 30 minutes to the start. I was worried about going, thinking maybe it might mess with my mentally. But I'd supported a lot of my teammates racing that day, why stop short? I was excited to see them geared up for the fight...and I think it surprised a few of them to see me too!
I hung out with my coaches for a few hours...we walked with two of our full marathon walkers, and cheered for other TNT participants.
I was really excited once I started seeing my teammates running somewhere around the 7 mile marker. I felt full of pride and just cheered my heart out for them. All the emotions I felt I was just trying to internalize, so I can harness it for my race next weekend. My legs made me go home before the end of the marathon, but not before I could cheer on ALL my teammates.
In between the athletic stuff, my weekend consisted of the USC game against ASU (a slaughter) with my mom, boyfriend and friends, the Dodger Game against Philly (a slaughter) with the boy, and making a tee shirt for Eric to wear at my race. :) It was a good weekend, and I am looking forward to the next with an open heart.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Half the Battle
T minus 17 days! Let the countdown begin.
After the amazing 19 miler, I was on cloud nine. Our next run was a brief 12 miles, however, I was in Monterey for my boyfriend's TNT triathlon. I should mention how incredibly in awe and proud I am of him. He swam like a fish, kranked on his bike, and ran...well, maybe a little like I do. Needless to say he was humbled by the experience, but he has definitely caught the race bug! After watching the race (and spending the afternoon at happy hour with his parents) I was determined to get my run in. I scoped out a bike path earlier in the day, and set out for a late afternoon run. Unfortunately I wasn't fully prepared. I forgot my handheld bottle, and had to tote a huge gatorade bottle (it definitely slowed me down...hee-hee) but it was nice to be running in a different location. My route stretched for about 5 miles north of Monterey to Sand City. Only downside, pretty lonely. It started to get dark and cold, so I headed back to finish 9.5 miles. Still a pretty good run!
Last weekend we ran 18 miles, and the Nike marathoners on my team departed from the Long Beach Marathoners that are racing the weekend before us. We had different distances and turnarounds, and naturally I ended up passing the Nike turn around. Luckily I had only gone maybe a quarter of a mile past before someone alerted me. That was when I became painfully aware of the mental struggle. Just going a tiny bit further than I needed to almost completely defeated me. It wasn't one of my better runs, that is for sure. I even ran the first three miles with burning shins. I clearly recall the relief I felt (and cry I shouted out) when the pain finally subsided. Just another reminder that I am not living up to my promise of stretching more. I'm glad that run is behind me now.
But this won't end on a sad note. I made it through our 20+ mile run. I revisited the beloved Library Hill again. Man, I love that thing (crazy, right?) I calculated that it's about half a mile long and I think ascends some 250 feet. Something about getting to the top after a steady climb is SO rewarding.
I started my run with the early group, and ended up leading the way. It was a lot different knowing I was out front. I almost felt fear the whole time thinking about when our fastest runner would catch up to me. I definitely missed seeing people coming back from the turnaround exclaiming the helpful and encouraging, "you're almost there!" The turnaround was a sign in Portugese Bend that states "Constant Land Movement" and felt a LOT farther than it actually was! When I reached it, I had to run all the way up and touch the darn thing. About a mile in on the way back (somewhere around 13 miles) I passed by the fast one! It was amusing seeing the faster runners faces as my tortise pace cruised by them. From then on, I awaited the front to catch up to me...and it pushed me along pretty well. She caught up to me at the aid station around 17 miles or so (a LOT later than I expected, maybe I'm not TOO slow) and she jogged with me for about a millisecond before darting off. She is FAST. I chased her for as long as I could. Just so you know, long legs do not mean a faster runner, that is for sure. I read in triathlete magazine, that shorter, faster turnovers (the amount of time it takes for your front leg to move back, and then forward again) are much more efficient than longer strides. It's something I've been working on. :)
It's nice to say that my body felt great postrun, aside from the expected tight quads and calves. But it almost makes me feel as if I did not push hard enough. Unfortunately, that will remain to be seen come race day.
Up next, the lovely taper runs. 12 miles this weekend, then a refreshing 6 miles the weekend after. It's hard to relax and rest. Inside I am jumbled with anxiety about the race. But one less weight on my mind: I've done the seemingly impossible, with your help, and have raised my goal of $3200 for blood cancer research. Actually, I've even raised a little more, which speaks volumes to me, that you continue to give in hopes of finding a cure.
I'm staring down the last few weeks of my training, which entails less running and more resting (THANK GOODNESS!) It won't be long before I will be waking rediculously early to pound the pavement and tackle the hills in San Francisco. I don't feel ready yet. I know a HUGE mental struggle still awaits me. It's funny to think that physically, I know I am capable, and the only thing holding me back will be my brain. A salute to all of you who have succeeded in endurance running. I know that the wall I have to get over still exists on my race route (probably somewhere around mile 17... :)
Wish me luck!
After the amazing 19 miler, I was on cloud nine. Our next run was a brief 12 miles, however, I was in Monterey for my boyfriend's TNT triathlon. I should mention how incredibly in awe and proud I am of him. He swam like a fish, kranked on his bike, and ran...well, maybe a little like I do. Needless to say he was humbled by the experience, but he has definitely caught the race bug! After watching the race (and spending the afternoon at happy hour with his parents) I was determined to get my run in. I scoped out a bike path earlier in the day, and set out for a late afternoon run. Unfortunately I wasn't fully prepared. I forgot my handheld bottle, and had to tote a huge gatorade bottle (it definitely slowed me down...hee-hee) but it was nice to be running in a different location. My route stretched for about 5 miles north of Monterey to Sand City. Only downside, pretty lonely. It started to get dark and cold, so I headed back to finish 9.5 miles. Still a pretty good run!
Last weekend we ran 18 miles, and the Nike marathoners on my team departed from the Long Beach Marathoners that are racing the weekend before us. We had different distances and turnarounds, and naturally I ended up passing the Nike turn around. Luckily I had only gone maybe a quarter of a mile past before someone alerted me. That was when I became painfully aware of the mental struggle. Just going a tiny bit further than I needed to almost completely defeated me. It wasn't one of my better runs, that is for sure. I even ran the first three miles with burning shins. I clearly recall the relief I felt (and cry I shouted out) when the pain finally subsided. Just another reminder that I am not living up to my promise of stretching more. I'm glad that run is behind me now.
But this won't end on a sad note. I made it through our 20+ mile run. I revisited the beloved Library Hill again. Man, I love that thing (crazy, right?) I calculated that it's about half a mile long and I think ascends some 250 feet. Something about getting to the top after a steady climb is SO rewarding.
I started my run with the early group, and ended up leading the way. It was a lot different knowing I was out front. I almost felt fear the whole time thinking about when our fastest runner would catch up to me. I definitely missed seeing people coming back from the turnaround exclaiming the helpful and encouraging, "you're almost there!" The turnaround was a sign in Portugese Bend that states "Constant Land Movement" and felt a LOT farther than it actually was! When I reached it, I had to run all the way up and touch the darn thing. About a mile in on the way back (somewhere around 13 miles) I passed by the fast one! It was amusing seeing the faster runners faces as my tortise pace cruised by them. From then on, I awaited the front to catch up to me...and it pushed me along pretty well. She caught up to me at the aid station around 17 miles or so (a LOT later than I expected, maybe I'm not TOO slow) and she jogged with me for about a millisecond before darting off. She is FAST. I chased her for as long as I could. Just so you know, long legs do not mean a faster runner, that is for sure. I read in triathlete magazine, that shorter, faster turnovers (the amount of time it takes for your front leg to move back, and then forward again) are much more efficient than longer strides. It's something I've been working on. :)
It's nice to say that my body felt great postrun, aside from the expected tight quads and calves. But it almost makes me feel as if I did not push hard enough. Unfortunately, that will remain to be seen come race day.
Up next, the lovely taper runs. 12 miles this weekend, then a refreshing 6 miles the weekend after. It's hard to relax and rest. Inside I am jumbled with anxiety about the race. But one less weight on my mind: I've done the seemingly impossible, with your help, and have raised my goal of $3200 for blood cancer research. Actually, I've even raised a little more, which speaks volumes to me, that you continue to give in hopes of finding a cure.
I'm staring down the last few weeks of my training, which entails less running and more resting (THANK GOODNESS!) It won't be long before I will be waking rediculously early to pound the pavement and tackle the hills in San Francisco. I don't feel ready yet. I know a HUGE mental struggle still awaits me. It's funny to think that physically, I know I am capable, and the only thing holding me back will be my brain. A salute to all of you who have succeeded in endurance running. I know that the wall I have to get over still exists on my race route (probably somewhere around mile 17... :)
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Running On Empty
WHAT a weekend! Who knew that in just one day my whole life could change! It all started on Friday night, while heading home after a carb loaded dinner at Benihana, I received a donation notification of $500! A colleague of the Dean totally made my night. I actually yelled out in delight...so generous, and so appreciated. I went to sleep feeling more confident about my 19 mile run in the morning, simply because I could worry less about my fundraising. I was sleeping very good when my mother woke me up to tell me my brother and sister in law were heading to the hospital, my niece was finally going to make her debut! I jumped out of bed and got dressed. It took me a few minutes to contemplate exactly how I was going to pull this off. It was 1 a.m., I had been asleep for 2 hours and I needed to be awake by 5:30 to get ready for my 7 a.m. run. I decided I was going anyway, and would figure it out later. Of course, she wouldn't be born during those few hours I was at the hospital, but I felt it was important that I was there for a little bit anyway. Reluctantly, come 5 a.m. I left the hospital, telling Carrie that by the time I was done with 19 miles, she would be here!
I drove home to change and get my gear feeling totally insane for even thinking about running our furthest distance yet on two hours of sleep. As the sun started coming up, I started to feel tired, but headed to Palos Verdes with an open mind and a belly full of butterflies. I could not wait to be done running and meet my niece! A good friend I have been going through this whole experience with told me after warm up that because of some pain and injury she decided to switch from the full marathon to the half. I was bummed. We have a lot in common and could really relate in our experiences so far. In the end, I don't know the pain she is feeling, so I hope she made the right decision for her. I wish her the best of luck, but will definitely miss bonding with her after the long runs.
I ended up running the whole 19 miles alongside a Long Beach marathoner, Allison. We chatted when we had the breath, and paced our selves for the distance. There were times when I felt disconnected from my body, and I experienced some lightheadeness after 10 miles or so. I felt crazy for being out there...I kept telling myself it was okay to slow down and walk a bit, I was basically running on empty, aside from a bowl of cereal, liquid fuel and gel packs. Somehow, everytime I thought about how tired I was, my mind raced over to the hospital...and thoughts of the baby being born pushed me along. I thought about her, I thought about my coach, racing in an Ironman, and I thought about me. I did a lot of self motivating when the going got tough...I think I even chanted "FIGHT ON!" in USC tribute. I even managed to pick up my speed after 16 miles. In the last mile, coach Gail sprinted by us, the gazelle that she is, asking how we felt. For the first time in a long time, my answer was "GREAT!" We wrapped up the 19 miles, got in a good stretch (and pats on the back) and I zipped home for my ice bath just as Carrie started pushing. By the time I had rounded up my Oma (soon-to-be GREAT grandma) and boyfriend, the baby had arrived. I wasn't expecting the large crowd at the hospital, but it sure warmed my heart to see baby Pacheco get such a big welcome reception.
I should mention that on my drive home, I cried my eyes out. I was becoming an aunt, a HUGE role that I have been waiting to take, and I pushed myself hard under adverse circumstances. I felt strong. For the first time during my training, I felt like I could run a marathon....and getting to hold my niece Zoey has been the icing on the cake. 
I drove home to change and get my gear feeling totally insane for even thinking about running our furthest distance yet on two hours of sleep. As the sun started coming up, I started to feel tired, but headed to Palos Verdes with an open mind and a belly full of butterflies. I could not wait to be done running and meet my niece! A good friend I have been going through this whole experience with told me after warm up that because of some pain and injury she decided to switch from the full marathon to the half. I was bummed. We have a lot in common and could really relate in our experiences so far. In the end, I don't know the pain she is feeling, so I hope she made the right decision for her. I wish her the best of luck, but will definitely miss bonding with her after the long runs.
I ended up running the whole 19 miles alongside a Long Beach marathoner, Allison. We chatted when we had the breath, and paced our selves for the distance. There were times when I felt disconnected from my body, and I experienced some lightheadeness after 10 miles or so. I felt crazy for being out there...I kept telling myself it was okay to slow down and walk a bit, I was basically running on empty, aside from a bowl of cereal, liquid fuel and gel packs. Somehow, everytime I thought about how tired I was, my mind raced over to the hospital...and thoughts of the baby being born pushed me along. I thought about her, I thought about my coach, racing in an Ironman, and I thought about me. I did a lot of self motivating when the going got tough...I think I even chanted "FIGHT ON!" in USC tribute. I even managed to pick up my speed after 16 miles. In the last mile, coach Gail sprinted by us, the gazelle that she is, asking how we felt. For the first time in a long time, my answer was "GREAT!" We wrapped up the 19 miles, got in a good stretch (and pats on the back) and I zipped home for my ice bath just as Carrie started pushing. By the time I had rounded up my Oma (soon-to-be GREAT grandma) and boyfriend, the baby had arrived. I wasn't expecting the large crowd at the hospital, but it sure warmed my heart to see baby Pacheco get such a big welcome reception.
I should mention that on my drive home, I cried my eyes out. I was becoming an aunt, a HUGE role that I have been waiting to take, and I pushed myself hard under adverse circumstances. I felt strong. For the first time during my training, I felt like I could run a marathon....and getting to hold my niece Zoey has been the icing on the cake.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Week 14 of Training...just WOW.
My sneakers, a hundred miles shy of retirementFlights getting booked...hotel rooms reserved...race entries submitted. Now there is nothing else to do but run (and raise money.) We had a well deserved Recovery Week...ONLY had to run 8 miles last saturday...I can't believe I just said that like it's not a long distance. Even though the distance wasn't much compared to the weeks before (12, 14, 15 miles) my body sure felt like I had run a lot more. Maybe is was the route...more hills....or maybe my body just remembered what it's getting used to feeling like after more than an hour of running. Either way, it was a good run...and a nice break.
The weekend before that, we did 15 miles around Palos Verdes. The first 6 miles were on a new route...I do love not having expectations for a route...I get butterflies when I turn a corner and see a HUGE hill I've never tackled before. And I got just that. Behind Malaga Cove there is a beautiful neighborhood...amazing coastal views, ocean breezes, gorgeous homes. Of course, the price of an amazing panoramic view was a monstrosity of a hill. I didn't get to enjoy much of the view, because i spent a lot of time staring at the pavement in front of me, which seemed to get closer to my face with every step. Once I reached the top, it was an immediate relatively steep downhill wind to PV Drive. A lot of teammates took advantage of gravity and flew down the hill...top speed. I know the saying "Uphill hurts, downhill kills" so I took it easy going down, which is harder than you'd think! I noticed some stiffness in my ankle, which I attribute to running on the far right of the street where it is sloped for rain drainage. What a blessing it would be to be able to run down the middle of the street! :) (I look forward to that on raceday.)
I find the last mile or two the hardest for me...particularly on this day. I was experiencing pain in my midfoot arch area. Everytime I pushed off with the right foot it screamed at me. I found the strength to get through it once it dulled a bit, but even then, when I was less than a half mile from home base, I slowed to a walk. There was a teammate behind me. She said "I'm gonna catch you!" when she noticed me walking...i laughed it off and hoped she would pass. Instead she pulled up next to me and said, "Com'on, lets run it in." I sucked it up and felt good about getting the nudge from her. I realized I was mistaken before when I said I didn't need anyone to run with. I can get through the stronger times alone...but when I'm hitting the wall...and giving up on myself, having someone to run with is SUCH necessity. I suppose finding someone to run with when the going gets tough won't be too difficult, with the 20,000 participants at Nike this year. Let's hope!
The weekend before that, we did 15 miles around Palos Verdes. The first 6 miles were on a new route...I do love not having expectations for a route...I get butterflies when I turn a corner and see a HUGE hill I've never tackled before. And I got just that. Behind Malaga Cove there is a beautiful neighborhood...amazing coastal views, ocean breezes, gorgeous homes. Of course, the price of an amazing panoramic view was a monstrosity of a hill. I didn't get to enjoy much of the view, because i spent a lot of time staring at the pavement in front of me, which seemed to get closer to my face with every step. Once I reached the top, it was an immediate relatively steep downhill wind to PV Drive. A lot of teammates took advantage of gravity and flew down the hill...top speed. I know the saying "Uphill hurts, downhill kills" so I took it easy going down, which is harder than you'd think! I noticed some stiffness in my ankle, which I attribute to running on the far right of the street where it is sloped for rain drainage. What a blessing it would be to be able to run down the middle of the street! :) (I look forward to that on raceday.)
I find the last mile or two the hardest for me...particularly on this day. I was experiencing pain in my midfoot arch area. Everytime I pushed off with the right foot it screamed at me. I found the strength to get through it once it dulled a bit, but even then, when I was less than a half mile from home base, I slowed to a walk. There was a teammate behind me. She said "I'm gonna catch you!" when she noticed me walking...i laughed it off and hoped she would pass. Instead she pulled up next to me and said, "Com'on, lets run it in." I sucked it up and felt good about getting the nudge from her. I realized I was mistaken before when I said I didn't need anyone to run with. I can get through the stronger times alone...but when I'm hitting the wall...and giving up on myself, having someone to run with is SUCH necessity. I suppose finding someone to run with when the going gets tough won't be too difficult, with the 20,000 participants at Nike this year. Let's hope!
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