Tag Archive: Mile


Things are really heating up here in the south.  I’ve heard it rumored that running in the summer air down here is like swimming.  Only underwater, you try not to breathe – outside, you haven’t a choice. It’s a challenge to get enough air right now, but I think this will only help in the long run (pardon the pun). 

I’m amazed at all the support coming in via email and comments regarding the upcoming fund-raising and half-marathon and all I can say is **Thank-you!**  It means a whole heck of a lot to see both friends and strangers reach out with encouragement.  Agreeing to run a marathon is not an easy decision and in this case it’s compounded by the fund-raising goal.  I’m in a new town where I know very few people and I’m not a natural runner.  As with the cancer-battle, this isn’t an act of physical endurance as much it is pure determination.      

This morning, near the end of my run, I thought about the people I’ve met who’ve inspired me.  Thinking of them took away the awareness of my fatigue and allowed me to make one more stride after one more stride until I crossed the imaginary finish-line.  Out of breath from trying to breathe in the thick air, I thought to myself, only twelve more miles to go!  Right now it doesn’t seem possible, but with each stride I’m a little closer to my end goal.  And as a team of mothers and fathers; sisters and brothers; husbands and wives and children; taking on this disease and running full tilt toward a cure; stride by stride, we’re that much closer to our goal for a cure.  

Tomorrow, Celli and I are walking for a cure for human and canine cancers: The 2008 Dogs Walk Against Cancer.  Lymphoma is a common cancer for dogs, so we’re proud to be taking part in an event to raise money and awareness for we two-leggers and our four-legged friends.

Thank-you again for your support!

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Time improved last night and I felt like I really put a lot into the run. Erick got home late, so I was running home in the dark. It was peaceful. And sometimes not being able to see the distance ahead of you can be to your advantage; keeping you focused and in the moment.

My oldest expressed an interest in running with me last night, so I promised we would run together today. She’s “in training” and excited to run the full distance, though I’ve tried to convince her we should start with half a mile.

Last Friday when I took Lady with me on a run, she became very apprehensive after the first mile. She stuck both front legs out at one point and stopped in her tracks, leaving me holding a leash and collar a few strides ahead of her. I drove her home – meaning I pushed and pushed to keep my time reasonable, but also, I think, because I saw in her a part of me who used to give up.

When we arrived home, Lady looked defeated and sad. I hadn’t physically caused her any harm, but I had certainly called her name and pulled on the lead and worse, ignored her need to slow down. At the front door, she would not come into the house, but stood looking forlorn on the front step. I had to coax her into the house, which is very unusual.

My other reason for rushing home was a meeting I had promptly at 5:45, which meant I needed to be home and showered with time to spare. Once Lady was in the house, I gave her a rub and told her I was sorry and that I thought she did a great job and then leapt up the stairs on my own schedule.

When Christy and I arrived home later that evening, both Lady and Celli were acting very strange. Christy sat down on the couch and Celli jumped up beside her and puffed out her chest in a proud manner. As Lady approached the couch, Celli very purposefully lifted her left paw and set it down atop Lady’s head.

At first I suspected this was a dominance thing, though it didn’t feel like dominance. It felt like a healing touch being applied to a wounded friend. When Christy began taking notice of Lady’s bad eye, she buried her head in the couch cushion and I saw then she’d had enough. We both apologized to Lady for causing her so much grief and she seemed to relax into our voices.

This experience helped me see the fragile line between respectful encouragement and downright pushiness. On my off-nights, I will walk Lady and Celli and a child or two at their pace, in their time. And we’ll all heal and get stronger no matter the distance.

We drove my path and found I’m running almost exactly two miles which means I’m averaging a 12-minute mile. Even better, should I decide to add an extra mile here and there, I can simply double my loop. And getting to 20-minutes means a 10-minutes mile. I think this is an easily obtainable goal.

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Ryan’s funeral is today. I was planning on going, but woke up with a really sore throat. Trying now to nurse myself back to health. I’ll certainly be thinkin of Ryan and wondering how Stephan did in yesterday’s race. Ryan’s brother flew to Utah Friday to compete Saturday and fly back in time for today’s funeral. Our thoughts are with the Shay family.