Today I begin "official" training for my very first half marathon! EEP! I'm a bit nervous about beginning. I hope my ankle holds up. I hope my plantar fasciitis doesn't flair up. I hope I don't die from heat exhaustion in the crazy humidity. I hope to be able to complete it. It's nice… Continue reading And We Begin!!!!
Well... official photos. My race photos are in from a couple of weeks ago.
As I get closer and closer to D-Day (a.k.a. the day I begin half marathon training) the more nervous I have gotten about running. I have not run since I injured ye olde ankle playing volleyball last March. I've done a bit of walking, but no running. SO...I thought it would be a good idea… Continue reading A Month Of Firsts
It's been a weekend! I could probably end right there, but I have things to say, so buckle up! Or walk away! I'm pretty sure the whole world knows that I injured my ankle playing volleyball a month ago. Lord knows I've been whining about it enough. That injury was the final straw in a… Continue reading Be A Daffodil
When I began running in 2012 nobody ever told me what I was in for. I thought it would be a great way to get in shape and recover after a couple of different surgeries. I thought it would make me skinny again. I thought I'd just give it a try and see how it… Continue reading And Then There Were Tears
FB memories are a funny thing. I began a journey into the unknown EIGHT years ago, and what was supposed to be a quick four to six week healing process knocked me on my ass for a full two years due to complications. Six years ago I was released by the doctor from my final… Continue reading Six Years And Counting
For the second week in a row, my Garmin data tells me this: This poses a number of different problems: Running (oddly enough) has turned into my catharsis. It keeps my head right. It keeps me thinking straight. It keeps me from going to dark places. I did not know that it was all that… Continue reading Healing