I love my Lita. We’ve been together for the past seven years but she’s getting to be an old lady. It’s almost impossible to shift her while wearing winter gloves and it’s an effort to get her to stop when I press on the brakes. I don’t even wanna talk about those not so rare times when I get caught in the rain. I’m also tired of going out of my way to buy kits to match my bike.
If I weren’t broke I’d have many bikes for many different genres of cycling. I envy those that go upstate for gravel riding. Unfortunately I can afford to get only one type of bike every few years, especially since bikes have become nearly unaffordable – for me.
I can go on about how unfair it is that bicycle manufacturers target only the affluent and forget about the performance conscious cyclists on a budget. I looked at road bikes by the various manufacturers and cringed at the sticker prices. I wasn’t looking at over the top components either. My ideal bike has Ultegra components, disc brakes, aero handlebars, and aero wheels. I know when to shop for a bike, I certainly wouldn’t buy during peak season. I was so sure that I wouldn’t find the bike for me in my budget. Until…
I went to visit my old friends at Mineola Bicycle. Visiting the shop is like going to the bar. I sit on my favorite stool and chat. I told them what I was looking for in a bike and they told me they would have the bike for me within a few months, the Cannondale Supersix Evo, which has a range of bikes at different price points. The reason why you can get a good Cannondale at a lower price point is because the company is pretty much re-branding. They were going under for years and the company has recently changed hands. So you really are getting a good, high quality bike at a lower price point.
I looked at that bike on the big screen in 4K. I watched Neilson Powless glide up the mountains on that bike (the top of the line version of the bike) and I loved what I saw. The difference between his bike and mine is three pounds, the difference costing $9,500.00!! I’ll take the extra three pounds, thank you very much.
I love my Eleven! She is smooth and responsive. When I press on the brakes, the bike stops. When I go to shift while wearing winter gloves, the bike easily shifts at the touch of a button. The bike even works seamlessly with my Garmin, I wasn’t expecting the range of options now available to me. My hands aren’t sore after the ride. Everything feels good, nearly effortless. I didn’t realize that the soreness I felt after riding wasn’t completely normal until I rode the new bike.
I’m looking forward to all the new adventures that Eleven and I will experience together. I hope we develop a bond as strong as the bond between Lita and I. I’ll take it one mile at a time. This new bike was just what I needed to get out of this funk. I was wondering when good things would happen for me. Within a few months, I’ve traveled to a far away land and bought the bike that’s right for me.
You don’t have to be wealthy to have a good life, you just need to have an excellent credit score to make it in this world! You can have anything in this world as long as you work towards making your dreams a reality. It always comes back to the advice that that old lady gave me a long time ago: “Put it on a credit card, you will die paying it anyway”.
Live your life the way you would like to. Don’t let anything, including money, stop you. You can always make more money, but you will never get your time back!
I know that you got a rough deal in life, everything that’s happened was terrible strife. You were so sweet and innocent, you believed that all people were decent. I’m so sorry about what happened to you, but no one could handle it quite as you do. You found a way to move on, to find joy in things rather than mourn.
I’m sorry you lost some of your light, I hate that your world isn’t as bright. You really were such a good kid, don’t ever feel like it was something you did. You in no way deserved what happened, I’m sorry that you were so frightened.
Thank you for carrying me along, I was able to hold on because you were so strong. I’m really sorry that you had to go, but the both of us here would not have flown. If it weren’t for your voice inside of my head, I could never have faced the world ahead.
I found a way to feed off of your strength, it allowed me to live my life at it’s length. If you had not gone through it all, I wouldn’t be here walking as tall. I have such gratitude for all you sacrificed, your offering has built me a nice life. I’m sorry about what you had to go through, I know about all the fits you could’ve threw.
There’s so many things that you wish you knew, but I know them now because I am the new you.
I’ve always dreamed of going to Paris. People that are broke dream about lots of things. After my mother passed, I was sad and I moped for months. One day my husband and I were sitting on the couch. He put his arm around me and said “Why don’t we put all that French you’re learning to good use in Paris?”. I said “Really, we can go to Paris?”. Just like that, he gave me something to look forward to. It would be our fifth anniversary and our birthday celebration.
Over the course of the year, we watched a couple on YouTube who dispense useful advice on traveling to Paris and we learned a lot about the city. My husband made all the travel arrangements and bought the tickets for the attractions we wanted to visit. A few days before we were to leave, he received an email that said they had to cancel our reservation at La Tour Eiffel because of an issue with the lift. He was able to get other ticket for a different date and time but he had to move a couple of things around. That was the only wrench in our plans.
We flew out on Friday, the day of the major rainstorm. We didn’t know how we were going to get to the airport with all the road closures, flooding, and detours. Miraculously, we made it to the airport. The flight was uneventful and we landed in Paris on Saturday morning slightly ahead of schedule. The hotel was able to get a room ready for us with a relatively short wait and they offered us a complimentary breakfast while we waited. Once our room was ready, we went up to it and hung out for a few minutes before heading out. The first order of business was heading out to la boulangerie for a croissant, a quiche, and a macaron. They were absolutely delicious. I ate them while walking through the empty Parisian streets.
We stopped into a shop as we headed to La Seine. It was adorable and the lady of the shop was very nice. She mainly sold lavender and soaps but she also carried home decor and souvenirs. After leaving the boutique, we walked around to take in some of the sights that we were visiting later on before our cruise on La Seine. The cruise was very nice. Everything always looks beautiful and magical from the water. I did snooze for a coupe minutes because we broke night on the flight, I don’t sleep well on airplanes. Queue the eye candy:
After our cruise on La Seine, we walked around the neighborhood before our visit to Sainte-Chapelle. On our walk, we passed the creperie that was recommended by the couple we watch. Of course we got a bite and ate while we walked around. It didn’t disappoint! There were a few shops I would’ve stopped in had I not been stuffing my face but I’m not mad at it. The streets of Paris are beautiful and have an old style charm. I enjoyed our walk through the narrow cobblestone streets.
We arrived an hour early to Sainte-Chapelle but they were only checking for tickets, not ticket times. The old church was beautiful. To visit the main area, you have to ascend and descend a narrow and winding staircase. It turns out that most places, including our hotel, have narrow and winding staircases. Those staircases really do save a lot of space.
After our visit to Saint-Chapelle, we started walking back towards the hotel. We stopped at a bar and I drank a glass of wine at an outdoor table and watched Paris flow past us. It was happy hour after all, although happy hour in Paris goes on for many hours… I noticed many little things while we sat there, like how the street signs are on the buildings.
We headed back to the hotel once I was done with my wine. We took a nap and got ready for dinner and more sightseeing. We arrived at the restaurant early hoping they would seat us before our reservation time but when we got there, they hadn’t opened yet. We walked around that area a bit and happened into an old church during mass. It was beautiful. Once the restaurant did open, they were ready to seat us but the oven would need a half hour to heat up. Things are clearly different here then they are back home. We thoroughly enjoyed the meal and it was worth waiting for. We got on the metro and headed over to La Tour Eiffel for our 21:00h reservation.
At first the metro was a bit confusing but we had mastered it by the end of our stay in Paris. The metro stations are beautiful, some have murals on the ceiling! The best way to get around the city is by foot or by metro. Because of congestion, using ground transportation is not ideal. We used the Bonjour RATP app on our phones. It provides turn by turn directions using various methods of transportation.
We arrived at La Tour Eiffel with plenty of time to spare. We were treated to several sparkles. La Tour Eiffel sparkles every hour after sunset, but it sparkled a few times while we were there. After we got through the main security line, it was a bit confusing. There was a line for our ticket time so we got on it only to find out that we didn’t have to wait on that line. With my limited French and their limited English, it wasn’t communicated to me that we could go right to the second security line. Both security lines were relatively short so it wasn’t very time consuming. Our ticket included the lift and the wait for the lift was also short. The elevator ride was the scariest part about visiting La Tour Eiffel, I’m afraid of heights. Once we ascended, we were greeted by gorgeous views of the city. It was almost as if the city was built around La Tour Eiffel but that’s impossible. It was built with the intention of taking it back down, it was never supposed to be a permanent fixture.
After our visit to La Tour Eiffel, we walked around the area a bit before getting back on the metro to return to the hotel. My husband recognized the stairs from the movie John Wick and stopped to get a picture before climbing up the movie famous stairs ourselves. Climbing those stairs were on the directions we were following, we didn’t go out of our way to experience popular culture.
I woke up in Paris on my birthday on Sunday morning. I had a delicious breakfast of a croissant and a banana muffin on our way to Le Louvre. We got a baguette to snack on throughout the day as we did every day that we were in Paris. We had tickets to see Le Louvre as soon as it opened. As soon as we got there, I was so excited to be standing in the same place that my favorite cyclists in Le Tour de France roll through. There was something very magical about occupying that same space. The museum itself was amazing to visit. We saw all the popular works of art as well as a few other interesting pieces. I took many pictures but I’ll share only the ones that I found to be the most interesting.
The details in this sculpture are astounding!
After visiting Le Louvre we headed to L’avenue des Champs Elysees for a very touristy experience. It was lunchtime so we stopped in one of the many restaurants. The food was very good for what it was. It was served quickly and the waiter was charismatic. We continued on to L’arc de Triomph where we took the iconic picture across the street from it before using the underground passage to go to the moment. It was warm and sunny, the perfect day to be outside. Once we got through the security line and into the monument, we had to ascend the long winding staircase to the second floor where the restrooms and gift shop are before continuing on to the observation area. Many people ahead of us stopped during the ascent but we labored on. I actually irritated my old quad injury. I may train to climb up the Empire State Building to exact revenge on the Parisian monument… The view from the top was amazing. We climbed La Tour Eiffel at night and ascended L’arc de Triomph during the day so we experienced the best of both worlds.
Once we left L’arc de Triomph, we decided to do some shopping. The shopping there is known to be overpriced but, it should come to no surprise, I can find amazing deals just about anywhere. Needless to say that we did not return to the hotel empty handed. We hung out at the hotel for a bit before heading back out to the vegan boulangerie that had late hours on Sundays. It was a bit out of the way but the one closest to the hotel has abbreviated Sunday hours. My birthday dinner was at a sweet little vegan Thai restaurant that we both thoroughly enjoyed. After leaving the restaurant, we went to the Moulin Rouge to visit that iconic neighborhood. We enjoyed going into the little overpriced adult shops and browsing the souvenirs. I enjoyed a beer at a table outside a quaint little bar. It didn’t look like the best or even safest of neighborhoods but it did have it’s own little charm.
I would love to tell you that we went straight to the hotel after leaving the Moulin Rouge but I’m afraid that curiosity got the best of us and we got Burger King on our way back. Fast food in Paris is not fast at all. They had run out of a lot of food and beverages. The food was about the same as you would get back home, I wouldn’t go out of my way to have it.
On Monday we headed to Disneyland Paris. The park first opened when my niece was a little girl and I spun all kinds of tales about EuroDisney which made her want to save up to go. It also made me want to go. Of course my husband also really wanted to go so we decided to spend the day in the parks. It was the last stop on the train, about 40 minutes from the hotel, and there was a path that lead straight into the park from the train station. It was a lot like the park back home except people smoke in the park and most people speak foreign languages. We observed many cultural differences, it was new and exciting. My husband spoiled me with food and went on rides with me that he found terrifying. He also went on my favorite ride with me, It’s a Small World, which was way better in French! My mom would have loved it! It’s her favorite ride and she’s French. She would sing and dance like the little dolls when talking about the ride. When our family went back to Disney a couple decades ago, the ride was closed and we were both equally disappointed. I didn’t take pictures while on the ride because I preferred to just experience it but I got lots of other pictures during our visit to Disneyland Paris.
After the park and also a bit of shopping, we went to dinner at the New York Hotel which was on Disney property. You can take the couple out of New York, but you can’t take New York out of the couple! We had a nice meal and the entire dining room sang Happy birthday to me in both French and English. It was very much like my birthdays growing up, except my parents always sang an additional song. Hopefully what I wished for comes true, I’ve never asked for very much.
Versailles
The next morning we took the train to visit Le chateau de Versailles. It was a rainy morning that cleared into a nice afternoon. Le Chateau was filled with historic furniture and paintings. The high ceilings alone were beautiful works of art. It was also filled wall to wall with visitors, everyone vying to get the perfect picture of it’s many rooms. Forget about using the restroom in Le Chateau, the line was forever long. Wait until you get outside, there is a restroom in the gardens and on the other properties. I usually love visiting the gift shops but this one was largely overpriced.
Needless to say that I found Le Chateau interesting but wasn’t overly impressed. What did impress me were the other properties on the vast expanse of this land, Marie Antoinette’s former dwellings. To be perfectly clear, it wasn’t even her homes that I loved but her grounds. After we made our way into the garden, we walked around for a bit. We met a couple who told us about Le Petit Train that takes you around the property. They said that it was too far to walk, that it would take at least a half hour to reach the next home. There were golf carts for rent for 40 euros per hour but, we were told, they were poor value. Le Petit Train was hop on and hop off which gives you the opportunity to see it all. We went into Marie Antoinette’s homes and walked throughout the land. The homes are not as widely visited as Le Chateau so it was a more intimate experience.
The Temple of Love
We had a wonderful time visiting Paris and Versailles. Everyone was very pleasant and were very kind to me as I did my absolute best to speak the language. I will continue with my French lessons because it is my goal to be fluent. The Parisian people went out of their way to be helpful. I love the old style charm of the city. I immersed myself into French culture and I loved interacting with the French people. The food was amazing! I waited my whole life to experience my heritage and I had an amazing time discovering a part of who I am and where I come from.
Hopefully I will be able to experience the French countryside during a bike trip in the not so distant future with a good friend of mine. This trip has taught me about the important things in life and I will do my best to remember it all and make more amazing new discoveries in the future. There is still so much that I want to see but I have more youthful years to experience many of the things that I dream of doing.
Running in the wind and pouring ranRunning in hot and humid conditions with ice in my handFinally a marathon in nearly ideal conditions!
I find myself saying quite often “If I can run a marathon, I can do anything”. Does running a marathon take some kind of extraordinary physical ability? No, it does not. Running a marathon is not really a physical accomplishment but rather a mental one.
You can train your body to do anything, but training your mind is the true challenge. You will come up with a million excuses as to why you can’t accomplish any given task. The moment that you say “YES I CAN” is the moment that you set yourself free.
What you really need to run a marathon:
A can do attitude
A good pair of well broken in running shoes
A decent running watch
A comfortable outfit
A nutrition plan that works for you
I’m not saying that running a marathon is easy, if it were easy then everyone would do it. What I’m saying is that it’s not this impossible feat that our minds make it out to be. There are athletes out there running ultramarathons! Running a marathon is as simple as making a plan and executing it.
The first thing I advise is to know your zones. Marathon runners spend most of their time in zone 2. It’s a comfortable pace that can be sustained for hours on end. The next thing to know is that a good nutrition plan is a must. Runners that hit the dreaded wall at mile 18 are suffering, not because they’re bad at running, but because they didn’t take in enough fuel.
Over the course of your 20 week training plan, you will experiment to see what foods work for you and when to consume them. You will have a dress rehearsal during your longer runs to make sure that your clothes are comfortable. A tag that rubs you the wrong way could be the end of you on race day. There are many different apps offering 20 week training plans, just choose one. Having a coach is the best but you don’t need one to get to the finish line.
You must train no matter what. Marathon runners are like members of the coast guard, always ready. We must run in inclement weather to prepare ourselves for whatever it is that we may face on race day. We all imagine that race day is going to be fifty degrees fahrenheit with mostly cloudy conditions and maybe a bit of drizzle but that may not be the case. I ran my first marathon in the pouring rain with heavy wind gusts but I was prepared for it. My second marathon was unseasonably warm and humid but, although it was winter, I was prepared. The secret to running in the heat is to keep your body cool. If they hand out ice, hold it in your hands. Holding ice in your hands will cool your body down. Talk to an aging runner, they can teach you all kinds of secrets that could help you on race day.
On race day there are so many things going on. It can be overwhelming. The excitement can affect your sleep and elevate your heart rate. That’s okay, just remember your training. Your mind will run just as much as your body. You will psych yourself out repeatedly over the course of your longest run ever. Make mini goals along the way until you reach the ultimate goal of reaching the finish line.
What is your why? I’m not saying that I had a rough childhood but it was filled with people telling me that I couldn’t do things. For me, my why was proving to myself that I can accomplish anything. It was a way to show everyone that never believed in me that I’m stronger than they ever gave me credit for. I ran the second marathon to prove to myself that the first time wasn’t a fluke. Now, I just really enjoy the journey of marathon running. I love the overwhelmingly emotional feeling at the finish line. I love each and every training mile, even the ones that feel like a swift kick in the ass. When I hit the bottom, there’s nowhere else to go but up!
I am taking 2023 off of marathon running to focus on other things but look for me on the course in 2024!
You only get this one life. If it all ended tomorrow, would you be happy with the way things went? If the answer is no then it’s time to make some changes… If you can dream it, you can do it!
It’s been a year since you’ve been here. There are times that I feel alright and, at other times, I break down and cry.
You hold the answers to the questions in my thoughts, although I know that those answers can never be sought.
I wish I could tell you that life for me has been smooth but, truthfully, without you here I just can’t seem to find my groove. Now that a year has passed, I hope I can put some of my excess baggage in the trash.
Sometimes I think about the times we walked hand in hand and about those times we played in the sand.
I remember that you were always there to pick me up when I fell. I remember how you wiped away the tears streaming down my cheek and made me, once again, feel well.
Much like my favorite poem “Footprints in the Sand” you continue to carry me when it seems that the world is far from being in my hands. There are moments that seem I just can’t go on but I think of your strength and I realize that, at those moments, I am wrong.
Like you, I have courage and strength. Those are values that you instilled in me at great lengths. I’m finding it in me to remain positive and it’s all because you are my motive. I know that you wouldn’t want me to waste away, that would just make my world all dark and grey.
You will always be the center of my world and I will always be your little girl. You gave me all that you had and I will forever be grateful and glad.
Merci pour tous les bons cadeaux que tu m’as donnees. Tu m’as donne le monde et tu n’as rien demande en retour.
Je t’aime toujours Maman et j’espere te voir a la fin de ma vie.
I applied for the Chicago Marathon lottery in 2021 although I knew that my chances were slim. To my surprise I, along with a surprising number of athletes, was accepted. At that time I would only have a few months to train and I just finished my 52 week half marathon challenge so I chose to defer. Covid19 was still relevant so I wasn’t sure how the crowd support would be. Also, I just wasn’t in the mood for serious training and it was the best decision I could have possibly made.
After I completed my registration for the 2022 event I took advantage of the amount of time I had to prepare. I read the posts on the FaceBook group that I belong to and chose a hotel based on their recommendations. I booked a hotel within a five minute walk of the start and finish lines. All of the best hotels were already booked so I settled for the only one with an available room. I was told that it wasn’t the most modern hotel but it was extremely convenient. I will elaborate on that a bit later. My husband booked our plane tickets in the following weeks. We saved a lot of money because the gas prices were low at the time thus the plane tickets were reasonable.
I had started my weight loss journey in February to limit the amount of weight on my knees during the marathon and also to be faster on the bike without having to train harder. In June I had reached my target weight and in July I lost a couple of extra pounds. I wasn’t dieting, I was simply eating less fat by making better food choices. I tried to lose even more weight but I couldn’t because I was eating to fuel my activities. I knew that eating less really wasn’t an option. Every pound lost is an extra two seconds per mile gained. I gained twenty five seconds per mile. Although extra time would’ve been amazing, it wasn’t in the cards for me.
I came up with a 20 week training plan for my long run distance that I kept in the notes app on my phone. I put a check mark on the completed runs. It was all going very well until I realized that, halfway through, I had the timeline wrong. I contacted a coach that I know for help once I realized I screwed up and he was able to offer very good training advice. He helped me revise my long run plan and advised doing/not doing a couple things. I am extremely grateful for his help! After that I screwed up again and had to run my 20 mile long run twice but I figured I’d be twice as prepared…..
When my long runs got really long I was surprised at how quickly my body was moving at a lower heart rate. I mostly felt good after my longer runs and my knees were never sore. The last time I ran a marathon my knees were sore afterwards and they were sore after my long training runs as well. I was very optimistic about my performance for this marathon.
I was extra careful over the entire course of my taper. I didn’t train that hard to have something happen and wash away my dreams of running this event. The last week of my taper was a blessing in disguise. It rained every day so I couldn’t ride my bike outside. I was forced to ride the trainer on my birthday. It’s easier to control my legs and go easy on the trainer. It was probably the best thing for me……
A few days before the marathon my wallet was stolen and tension was rising at work. I did everything that I needed to do to get my affairs in order. I knew then that everything would be alright because I’ve already experienced my bad fortune. I was definitely right about that. The day before I left for Chicago I received the news that my application went through with Civil Service and I was officially hired for my new position.
The day before I left for Chicago I took the day to get ready for my trip. The weather for the marathon would be almost ideal running conditions. It would start in the low 40s and rise to the mid 60s by the end of the run with clear skies and sun. It would be cold while I’m in the corrals awaiting the start. I read in my Facebook group that people were buying cheap bathrobes from the thrift shop to wear in the corrals to stay warm. I went to the thrift shop and found a ridiculous looking fleece lined onesie. It was the tackiest thing I’d ever seen but it was very warm and it was my size so I bought that funky onesie.
The day before the marathon I woke up early to get my shakeout run in before heading over to the airport. I knew I’d be doing a lot of walking at the expo and during my travels but I needed to take that time to breathe and get my mind straight. Also, I’m afraid of gaining weight. Our flight left on time and our luggage was safely aboard the plane with us. I had all my race gear and nutrition with me in my carry on just in case of foul play with the checked bag. We landed in Chicago ahead of schedule and headed over to the train. We would be using mass transit during this trip.
There was a large banner welcoming the runners in the train station. The line to get our tickets were very short, the people that traveled the day before experienced long lines. I suppose it pays to come a day later. The train tickets were even marathon themed which got me excited. The train ride was uneventful and we arrived at our hotel around noon. Of course our room wasn’t yet ready. We left our luggage with the concierge and then went to lunch close to the hotel. I knew I had booked a hotel close to the race but I didn’t realize that it was literally across the street from the gate that I needed to access my corral through, gate three. I was so excited, this event was going to be awesome!
We took the train to the expo. The lines were also very short at the expo, many athletes experienced long lines the day before. After we collected my bib and gear bag we walked around collecting samples. My husband doesn’t drink so I got to drink his beer sample as well as my own. I bought a cute Chicago themed Under Armour tank top and I took a few pictures in front of the various backdrops. The expo was pretty cool but it paled in comparison to Disney. Nothing beats Disney. We took the train from the expo to the market to buy a few things before heading back to the hotel.
When we got back to the hotel we were told that our room still wasn’t ready and that it would be another hour. We explained that we were here earlier and couldn’t believe that they still didn’t have a room for us. I was very concerned because I needed to put my legs up. Upon re-checking the gentleman at the front desk realized he had a room for us after all on the tenth floor. The elevator was outdated but very fast. The tenth floor hallway had a very horror movie type of look to it. The hotel was never updated, it had the same classic look that it likely had when it opened. The high ceilings were cool though. Our room was small and felt hot. The sun coming through the blinds heated the room. To our surprise the windows opened and we were able to get some cool air into the room. The bathroom was tiny and the shower had poor water pressure. And to top it all off every few minutes we could hear the passing train. We just had to deal with it.
We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner so I could have my typical pre race pasta meal. When we got back to the hotel I prepared my breakfast and my race nutrition. I trained effectively eating peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches and drinking Tailwind. I no longer take in processed sport bars or beverages with unnecessary ingredients in them. I went to sleep early. Although I thought I wasn’t nervous about the event, I had a nightmare that I couldn’t get ready in time for the race and I couldn’t find my corral. Needless to say I didn’t sleep soundly.
I woke up two and a half hours before my corral would close. I wasn’t sure how long the security lines were so I left the hotel an hour before I had to be in my corral. It was surprisingly easy to get through security and I had plenty of time. I filled my bottles and walked around to find the trash. I was spotted by someone from the FaceBook group in my ridiculous onesie. We chatted for a few minutes and then I decided to use the restroom while there was still plenty of time. The line for the porto potties were long and I wouldn’t make it in time if I stayed in line. I, along with about five other women, went into some bushes that we had found. I conveniently had tissues in my pocket. I accidentally peed on the hood of my onesie. The good thing is that the clothes are laundered prior to being donated.
I made my way into my corral and waited patently with thousands of other participants. They were taking off their throwaway clothes and placing them on the fence. We still had about twenty minutes before we would be released from the corral so I held onto my onesie for as long as I could. Once our wave started, we began slowly walking to the start line. About five minutes before we were to start I finally took the onesie off and placed it in one of the bags that a volunteer was holding open. I was gonna miss that tacky peed on onesie but it had served it’s purpose.
I had finally made my way to the start line. I started to run and started my watch as soon as I crossed over the timing mat. It was a nice slow start as there were thousands of us crowded together. After I passed through the tunnel it started to thin out and I could see the blue tangent line that would have my focus for the remainder of the event. Because of the tunnel my Garmin was confused and recorded the first mile ridiculously fast, for me anyway. Until I reached the 5k timing mat I wouldn’t have any idea of my actual mileage. About 2 miles in I saw a guy carrying a sign that said “Almost There” and I boldly called him a liar. He laughed and said something funny back.
My husband was waiting for me at mile 2 but I didn’t see him. There were over a million spectators so, unless I knew his exact location, I would surely miss him. I didn’t get my kiss at mile 2 but we was going to meet me with a fresh bottle at mile 13. The crowd was so hype, I had never experienced anything like this before. At no point was I not surrounded by runners or people cheering wildly. I loved the signs they were carrying, they were funny as hell.
Although my legs were fresh and ready to go I kept an even and sustainable pace. If I felt good later on I could always pick up the pace. Mile after mile I stayed as close to the blue line as I could but I had to go around so many other runners. The metal on the bridges were slippery so I had to run over the carpet on the opposite side of the blue line. I knew I would be over the distance by about half a mile, also taking into account the way my Garmin recorded the first mile. None of it mattered though because, no matter what, I would have a PR. I hadn’t run a marathon in over 2 years and I was in top form for this event.
I wish I could give you a breakdown of what I did during each mile but it’s a bit hazy. I ate a quarter of my sandwich each 5.5 miles and I drank liberally. My husband text me with his exact location when I reached mile 12. I used Siri to read and write messages, I even spoke with him around the 5k mark using voice commands. As I neared mile 13 I started looking at the street signs, searching for his location. I was carrying my bottle in my hand to facilitate the exchange. He was standing near an intersection where the crowd had thinned a bit. I was so happy to see him. I stopped while handing him my empty bottle and got the kiss that I had missed at mile 2. I took off quickly taking the fresh bottle with me. I had a bottle and a half to last me the rest of the way.
I was getting a lot of encouraging texts from my friends and family who were tracking me on the app. At the 30k mark I remembered to look up and wave at the photographers. I was having a great time but I was counting the miles down all the same. I didn’t see the beer fairies but I did see their empty cups on the side of the road. I was going drink from them but I missed them. I didn’t even know that there were college boys handing out jello shots, I would’ve had those too even though they’re not technically vegan. I did see the guy handing out tequila shots but I knew that was a terrible idea. I saw a Selden Hills jersey and knew, without even seeing her face, that it was someone I knew. As I was pulling up to her I put my hand on her back and called her name. We chatted for a moment before I ran off. She had been running the blue line just as I was.
Around mile 18 I could feel my aching quads and it was starting to get warm out. There was little shade on the course. I could see a row of tents on either side of the street. As I was running through the volunteers cheered us on, I finally saw the sign that this was charity row. It was very cool. Some of the runners had stopped and were taking pamphlets and chatting with volunteers of the various charities that were present. Although I considered stopping every mile from then on, I was a woman on a mission. I wanted to PR on this course. I didn’t have to run fast, I just had to run.
I ate the last of what I had at mile 21.5. I didn’t realize that I did remember to put my emergency gel in my pocket. I grabbed a gel from a volunteer to have just in case but I would have to save it for the last few miles as I wasn’t sure how my stomach would react to it. Around mile 22 I started dragging my feet. Around mile 23 I considered walking for a bit as I had seen so many others do over the duration of this event but I didn’t. I didn’t have to run fast but I did have to keep running. I thought I had seen my name in neon but it had to be just a mirage. A spectator called out my name and I looked at him but it was nobody I knew. He must’ve been cheering on someone with the same name.
Around mile 24 I considered eating the gel but it wouldn’t metabolize in time to give me a jolt to the finish line. I was confused by the runners on the opposite side of the street. Would there be a U-turn in the course to the finish line? At mile 25 I knew that there was no turn. I was seriously dragging my feet but I knew that this would all be over soon. There were signs announcing the last 800 meters, then 400 meters. And there it was, Mount Roosevelt taunting me up ahead. I made it over that small hump that appeared to be a mountain. It was just 200 meters more to the finish. I picked up the pace and finished just as strong as I could possibly finish. It was over and I had survived my very first big city marathon.
I started walking with the rest of the runners down the finish line row. I started crying when I thought of what I’d just accomplished and I was thinking about my mom. I saw some volunteers wearing red jackets and I started walking over to a woman but then she started helping someone so I walked over to a young man and started hugging him while crying on his shoulder. He held me back and let me cry for a few moments. He was really very sweet. After I had my cry I thanked him and walked down the row to collect my medal.
After collecting my medal I took a water and then posed for the photographer. I had bought the photo package on an early bird special so I wanted to ham it up a bit. I took an apple, a banana, and some of the other offerings including a bag to put it all in. I took a mylar blanket and then, finally, I saw the beer being handed out. I walked right over to it and a nice gentleman opened up a can and gave it to me. It wasn’t the best beer but it was extremely refreshing. A nice lady and I were chatting as we walked while drinking our beers. It was very nice speaking with her. We parted ways and I found a bench to put my things down on and was talking to another nice lady while I stretched. My muscles were really stiff and it felt amazing to stretch them out. Although my quads were on fire my knees weren’t sore at all which was a first for me. My husband called me while I was stretching and told me where he’d be waiting. I was going to bring him back to the finish line party for my second free beer but I was in no mood for that. I wanted to shower and grab a beer after.
I met up with my husband and we walked across the street to the hotel. We went up to the room and I did a couple things on my phone and used my massage gun. The shower was hot and felt really good although it lacked pressure. I got dressed and then headed down to the hotel bar for a drink before having an early dinner. I told him all about the race and then my dad called and I told him about it. I had PRed by about eight minutes. If it didn’t get warm towards the end of the race I would’ve done better but I was very happy with how it all went.
The event was run very smoothly and all of the volunteers were pleasant. The crowd exceeded my expectations and there was a huge party in the streets! I had a great time on the course except for maybe when I was somewhat catatonic at the end. It turns out my name really was flashing in neon and there was a picture of me on the screen at mile 23 so that guy really did know my name. Despite having a good time I wouldn’t run this marathon again because, in my opinion, it’s just too flat. There’s no variations in the terrain to keep things interesting for my legs. I prefer to have more variety in my runs.
Thank you for supporting and encouraging me throughout this journey to the finish line. I’m truly lucky to have your love and support. I’m not really sure yet what the next challenge will be but I look forward to starting the next chapter in my professional life. After twelve years with the same company I look forward to a fresh start in a brand new field. I encourage you all to chase your dreams and accomplish things that you may not have thought possible. This life is short and you should really truly live it!
I haven’t been myself for quite some time. I was always pushing myself to be better but I think I pushed too hard. In 2021 I had such a mediocre season and it turned me off. I had no interest in becoming better or even trying. I had extra weight on me and I hated myself. I had succumbed to living in the shadows.
When my mom died I gained more weight and hated myself even more. I slipped even further into darkness. I lost all hope of becoming the half decent athlete that I once was. I hated seeing myself in the mirror. I hated the way my clothes felt. I hate seeing that everyone and everything around me were moving forward while I fell behind.
One day I woke up and realized that life is short. I realized that my mom had spent too many years not being herself and that I shouldn’t make the same error. I was tired of self loathing. I started by losing weight. I wasn’t dieting but making healthier, sustainable choices. I started cycling for the simple joy of getting outside and breathing fresh air. I ran with the intention of improving but without any expectations.
I bought new equipment to make small gains and make up for my lack of strength. To my surprise, through weight loss and effective training, I started to improve. It was more than just athletic improvement, I was improving. My resting and active heart rate started to come down. It actually came down considerably, to the point that I have new heart rate training zones.
Somehow I managed to dig myself out of this black hole and become a person that I can be proud of. My interest in improving has become a healthy interest that doesn’t exist in the realm of obsession. I’m not the best athlete, wife, daughter, and so on but it’s ok because I know that I’m trying to be my best at all of these things. I’m working on being ok with not having more financially. The wealthy aren’t necessarily happy and I have to remember that.
Through all of this I managed to piss my best friend off and for that I’m sorry. I would like her to come back but I’m not going to force my way back into her life. Hopefully, in time, she will grow to miss me and want me back. I get that it’s hard to be around someone that’s lived in the shadows for as long as I have but that chapter in my life is over. I’m ready to move on.
I’m writing a brand new chapter in my life. I’m currently training for the Chicago marathon. The only problem with training for an event is fighting the primary urge to envelope myself in bubble wrap and enter hypersleep until the start of the event. If the technology existed and were affordable I would consider it. Until then I will just pray that everything goes well and that I make it to the finish line on October 9th.
Every mile I run towards this event is another mile I run from the self loathing person that lives in the shadows of self doubt. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Every day is another opportunity to turn it all around.
Thank you all for supporting and encouraging me especially during this extended dark period of my life. I still have a journey ahead of me but I’m finally on the right course. I hope that you all are doing well in body, mind, and spirit. Thank you all so much for reading.
As long as I’ve known her my mom was always a matronly homemaker that wore dresses with socks and sneakers. She had countless housecoats, she never wore makeup, and only did her hair on occasion. It never occurred to me that that wasn’t who she really was.
I know more about her now than I ever knew about her when she was alive. I had no idea that she had once cared very much about her appearance. When she was younger she dressed to the nines. Her purse, shoes, and hat matched perfectly. She could’ve been a runway model.
When I first started cycling I bought a lot of cheap crap. I was broke so I bought what I could afford. It was only when I went to Wisconsin that I felt what it was like to cycle in premium materials. Even then I wore sport ankle socks that weren’t specifically for cycling.
I started to replace my cheap cycling crap with premium gear at an affordable price. I buy good stuff cheap. Eventually my sunglasses got all scratched up and I replaced them with designer imposters. I ditched those mountain bike shoes and replaced them with top of the line carbon shoes and road specific pedals. I stopped wearing those thick ankle socks and started wearing thinner, more breathable cycling compression socks. I’ve always kept my tech up to date. I change my cycling computer and running watch every couple of years. I have all the coolest gadgets.
When my mom passed I started realizing that I won’t be young forever and that I should enjoy putting outfits together. I look forward to my weekend ride. After getting through the work week it’s very special. I pick out the kit I want to wear, choose the helmet that closely matches it, and I try to pair it with fun socks. The road is where I let myself shine. I put a good amount of thought into my weekday rides but it’s just a different feeling.
I wore the same designer imposter sunglasses for a couple years before realizing that I really like them. If I like the knockoffs I knew I’d love the name brand pair even more. I ditched the cheap imposters and bought the real deal. I absolutely love them!
So now I pose the question: What if my mom were a cyclist? Well, if my mom were a cyclist she would’ve been the most glam woman on two wheels. Everything she wore would’ve matched and she would’ve had such a sense of flair and swag. She’d have all the latest tech and kept up with all the latest trends. More importantly, she would’ve been tough. She would’ve gotten right back up if she fell. She would’ve taken pulls at the front and waited up for riders that fell back. She would’ve shared gels and food with anyone that didn’t bring enough to eat.
I realize now that I’m much more like her than I ever thought. Because our personalities often clashed, I fought tooth and nail not to become like my mother. I guess it escaped my attention that she had so many other amazing qualities. I’m proud to say that I’m very much like my mother and if my mother had been a cyclist then she pretty much would’ve been me…..
I’ll start by saying how angry I am with you. I really wish that you had taken better care of you. I wish that you had not let your health greatly decline. I would do anything to hold, again, your warm hand in mine. Why the fuck did you have to leave me and your family behind?
I wish I could unsee that time that you were a complete bitch to me. You knew who I was and that I would forever hold a grudge. I wish that I’d had a few years more to resent you. I wish that I had more time to have been ungrateful for you. I wish I didn’t inherit your obstinate nature, but at the same time, I’m glad that you made me the woman who I am.
I wish I could go back in time and observe you when you were young and thin. I wish I could’ve seen all of your confidence, the woman who knew that she carried the world in her hand. I wish I could’ve seen the woman who knew her shit did not stink and knew that any man would’ve fallen to his knees at her feet.
I wish I could relive when I was a kid and you had instilled in me wonderful things. I wish I could relive when you taught me never to fear. I wish I could once again see the woman who would’ve stood up to fight if someone fucked with her kids.
Most of all I wish that I could unsee the sight of you lying still, your last breath recently stolen from you. I wish I could unsee you with all of those tubes that had failed at doing their job of bringing life back to you. I wish I couldn’t still feel your hand cold and stiff.
I really wish it didn’t happen so fast. I wish I’d had the chance for you to hear me cheering you on to stay alive. I would have begged you with all of my heart to stay with us here on this earth. I would’ve told you how very much I loved you before you floated away.
I want you to know that I still have in me the many things that you have passed onto me. I am the fearless woman who stands strong and tall. I am the woman who, if provoked, will be ready to fight. I’m also the compassionate woman who will come to anyone’s aide. I’m the kind woman who will feed those in need. I’m the loving woman who will give all of her love to just one man. I’m also the free spirited woman that loves the feeling of her toes in the sand. I am the woman who you molded me to be. I am extremely proud to say that you were my mom.
In time we will learn to go on without you. You may be gone but you will never be forgotten. Your memory will live on by all those that you have touched. You were an amazing woman that will be loved and missed very much. It is my wish that you be forever delivered from pain and that your soul may rest in eternal peace. Until the day that we again meet, you will continue to have a very special place implanted deeply within my heart.
Before COVID-19 hit I had planned on racing the USA. My plan was to run an official half marathon or further in every state. I got the idea in San Diego. I ran behind a guy who’s shirt stated that he ran a marathon in every U.S. state. I asked if it was true and he said that he actually did it twice over. I was in love with the idea. I decided that a marathon in every state was too spirited a goal but I could bang out a half marathon on a whim. It’s my preferred distance. I would love to be one of the 10% of Americans that retire in an RV but I doubt I’ll be able to sustain that type of lifestyle. Why wait until I retire to tour America?
A couple of weeks ago I ran a local trail half marathon and it was fun. I enjoy trail running. Although it requires more of an effort, I find it relaxing. My mind doesn’t run as much because I’m very focused on the natural obstacles in front of me. I like trail races because I don’t have to think about where I’m going, I just follow the arrows that mark the course. I don’t actually race at trail races, I just go to have a good time.
I found a website that lists half marathon events that are going on in every state. I found a trail race in NJ. I had attended cycling races in NJ, but I never did a running race there. It was very inexpensive so I signed up. By doing smaller, lesser known races, I can save a bit of money and see more common parts of that state.
I drove an hour and a half to Newton, NJ. It was a small, pretty town. The event was to be held in Kittany Valley State Park. There were many warning signals that this race would be tough but I chose to ignore them, plus I was already there. The first thing I noticed was that this park was in the mountains. When I opened my race packet I was delighted to see that it was loaded with goodies. It’s the best goodie bag I’ve ever received at a race! I knew then that this would be no cake run.
I left the car to use the porto potty before I put my bib and hydration pack on. There was a sad looking young lady walking by. She told me that she must’ve dropped her gloves as she was leaving the house. I told her to come to my car in a few minutes, that I always carry more than what I need. When she came to my car I loaned her the spare pair of gloves that I had in my bag.
As the start was drawing near, two ambulances came and parked in the spots closest to the finish line. I probably should’ve bailed then but I decided to give it a shot anyway. There weren’t many participants, possibly forty. This was basically an event for hardcore trail runners. Before the start they briefly explained the course. The first mile was a climb up to the radio tower! We started running and, as we were making our way up, it got steep and those before me started to walk up. I never walked during a race before but I followed suit because these people had experienced this course before. After I was situated at the top I started running. I heard someone fall behind me. I asked if they were ok but I didn’t hear the response, it was a female voice.
Not long after that, I fell for the first time. I wore a long sleeve top and pants. I knew I’d be a bit warm but, after falling for the first time at the last trail race, I decided to protect my skin from another possible fall. I wound up falling three times. The final fall would be the worse. This was a very technical trail course. There were rocks, tree roots, large stones, downed trees, steep climbs, narrow paths on steep cliffs, and steep descents. Although I wore my trail running shoes, I still twisted both feet. A few times. I did a mixture of walking and hiking through this tough course.
I had choices. I could’ve bailed at mile five when we looped back to the starting line before continuing on to the next part of the course. I could’ve bailed at mile seven when I came back to the main road. I could’ve bailed at mile eight when I made a wrong turn back to the same spot. The volunteer informed me that I had made a wrong turn and to go back to continue around the lake. I kept eyeing the road that went back to my car. She knew my thoughts and told me that she knows it’s hard and that’s why she’s not running.
I continued on. I whimpered at times, bellowed out in pain when I twisted my foot. Each time I fell I quickly got back to my feet. I was alone in the woods calling out “Medic!” as I continued on. After the last fall I got up but couldn’t breathe. I stopped to assess myself. My ribs weren’t tender and I felt nothing out of the ordinary so I continued on.
In the last couple of miles I saw two runners ahead of me. I was close but I was running my race at my pace with no desire to catch up. I saw the young man fall and not get back up. I went to him, he said he had a cramp. I helped him work the cramp out of his calf as he cried out in pain. He told me that he didn’t want to slow me down. Although there was a three hour cutoff, I couldn’t just leave him there. I got him to his feet and we walked together, arm in arm, over all of the rocks, stones, and roots. When he seemed better I let his arm go. When the terrain changed to smooth I ran on. He ran with me until he couldn’t anymore. That’s when I went ahead.
In the last mile I caught up to the other runner, an older gentleman. We chatted until his friend, who had run the 10K, came to run the last portion with him. I went on ahead of them to finish with an official time of three hours and three minutes. The timing mat was still there and, even though we didn’t make the cutoff, we were still considered finishers and received a medal. The young man came later, after the timing mat was taken down.
When the race director awarded me with my medal I cried. I explained that I didn’t know that I was capable of completing an event like this. I was the 33rd out of the 34 people who had completed the course and the 16th out of the 16 women that finished but I did it! I took a beating on the course but I stuck it out all the way to the end. I proved to myself that I can do extraordinary things. When I got back to my car, I saw that my gloves were put into my door handle. They didn’t feel damp. I wonder if that was the young lady that fell and if she had finished the race.
Over the course of this event many people encouraged me. The trail running community is a very supportive group of people. If I had more trails like this one closer to me, I’d run on them and get better at it. I could get into this type of running, it’s challenging but I would really enjoy it once I got accustomed to it. It’s beautiful and peaceful in the woods. I should’ve taken some pictures, especially when I was by that beautiful lake. I’m sorry about the lack of pictures in this post……
This event was run very well. The course was well marked. The volunteers were very helpful and encouraging. There was a good selection of food at the end which included vegan options. As I mentioned earlier the goodie bag was top notch. I was very impressed with this event.
As always I thank all of the people that believe in me and encourage me. I don’t know if any of this would be possible without that support. Thank you all very much for reading!
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