20 Miles

Wow, a lot has happened I have run 18 miles a week ago Saturday and 20 miles today. Do I have permission to celebrate? I should be out in the streets yelling and rejoicing that I made it home. Really the 18 wasn't much different than the 20. My mental was a bit harder with the 20, I kept feeling a very urgent feeling, an impatient feeling, when I am in so much pain like when I'm in labor. I just want it to go away. I felt antsy, and restless and kept snapping at my poor darling husband this morning...early morning....telling him to talk to me, to tell me Book of Mormon stories....just get my mind busy, dang it.

Then, when I had run about 15 1/2 miles who came and saved me? Nissa, whom I haven't seen for waaay over a week. I don't even remember the last time we ran together. I've been outta town. She rescued me and ran the rest of the way home with me. I am crying...thank you sweet Nissa. I made it home, We made it home.....WE DID IT!!!!!!! So my DH saw that I was well taken care of so he went home to get the kids fed and taken care of. So when I arrived there they were waiting for me, what a sight...my little bit of heaven on earth. It has been a very special day.
 
Andrea

Life is Like Running a Marathon

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


I was soo inspired by this awesome video that a lady named Jen Tucker put together about running the Boston Marathon. Very worthy of sharing. Thank you Jen!!!!! Here's the link, well worth your time....Life is Like Running a Marathon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmTa840SYZc

This one is great to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZWx1nMx5oA

Sorry I don't know how to do video on here.

Andrea
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Attitude Change


I have a new respect for marathon runners. How do they do it over and over again? and Why? I ask that question a lot. I have days I feel uninspired and then I come across some awesome quote or get some awesome video on an e-mail and it gets me goin again.

This is hard....I am trying to keep a positive attitude. Just 2 more long runs before the reeeeally long run. We have 18 this weekend and 20 next weekend then 9 then 8 then 26.2...

I am always amazed at the neverending support of my family. I couldn't do this without my darling husband and a rocking running partner. I don't know how people do this alone. It definitely tests your mind, your head and your brain, and your body. It's days like this, after only 8 miles, and I'm beat and sore, and can't move very well, that I get discouraged. Maybe I should eat, that would help.

Andrea

Schmoooookin it!

31 Days, 16 Hours, 15 Minutes, 32 Second to MARATHON TIME!!!!!!  Woot Woot!!  Last week our long run was a 17 miler.  We logged 36 miles total for the week.  What a week it was.  Andrea was going out of town for the weekend, so she ran her 17 miler on Friday.  The first thing I thought of when I woke up Friday, was her out there running.  I was excited and nervous for her.  You get spoiled running with a good partner.  You get used to having them help you through the tough times but we were both on our own this week.  Before long a post came on Facebook....she made it!  I was stoked!!  Then I shifted gears to being nervous about my own run.  On Saturday, I got up about 4:30 a.m.  It took me longer than usual to get out the door.  By 5:15 a.m. I was on my way.  I criss-crossed through town logging some miles hoping I would have a little bit more light before I hit the outskirts of town.  No such luck.  It was an eerily dark morning with no light other than the glow of the stars.  The moon had long since set and the sun was still snoozing.  As I headed out of town, I felt great!  I had made a couple trips to Coral Canyon Chiropractic this week to see if they could help me out with my chronically tight IT band.  Whatever they did made a huge difference.  I was schmoooookin it, laying down rubber, cruisin'!!!!   But about mile 13, my hip muscle started balling up.  I had ran nonstop without a single break.  Just when things were getting tough, I saw my hubby coming up the road on his bike.  I stopped briefly for about 30 seconds so he could rub out the knot in my hip, then I was off again.  The more my muscles knotted, the faster I ran.  I knew if I stopped, I'd be done for the day.  I crossed my finish line in a record time of 2 Hours, 18 Minutes.  I was overwhelmed with excitement and relief, because the week before had been such a struggle for me.  Marathon training is full of ups and downs.  That run instilled a confidence I know will carry through to race day.

Nissa