F is for Friday

I ran .8 miles this week.  That’s it.

Okay, then .86 then the pain in my high ankle was so bad and burning so profoundly I stopped, walked home and then tried to not panic.  It’s the same ankle I have consistently rolled, twisted and sprained over the last year.  It hates me.  I’m starting to resent it and would hate it back, but I kind of need it so at least it has that going for itself.

Not exactly the taper I had in mind.  Then again, I did sprint across the airport TWICE.  But was in raging pain both times trying to curse and cry at the misfortune.

Clearly the most direct route to Boston, right?

Clearly the most direct route to Boston, right?

After a warm embrace from the midwest #humidity (Hello Kentucky, it’s nice to see you) and a few days of work, I’m heading to Boston, filled with panic and fear…I went from wondering if I’d run the 26.2 miles (let’s face it 26.4, I’m a terrible hypotenizer)  well to wondering if I will be able to run them at all.

I’ve iced, I’ve stretched, I’ve ibuprofened and no relief.  I’m seeing an ART practitioner when I get to Boston to have thinks looked out, but right now I’m mostly embracing my inner Bon Jovi and “Livin on a Prayer”.  I’m hoping for some relief, some magical stretch or even some tape that will lock this bad boy into place so I can do what I’ve set out to do.

Today I head into the clouds again, and make the final two legs of the journey to Boston.  I’m hoping to land and find some good news when I get there.


Flying over the storms on Wednesday


5 Shades of Gray

5 miles
Hilly Silly Strides

Wait, were you hoping for a dirty post?   Read further…you’ll see 🙂

I don’t know how you see the world, but I spent a better part of my life living in black and white- avoiding every and all shades of gray.  Being afraid of uncertainty drove me to see everything from one radical perspective or another.   Luckily, I have a much healthier perspective on things but it leaves me with lots of questions.  So here are 5 shades of gray I’m wrestling with right now

Saturday’s RaceTo run or not to run – I’m signed up to run the SheRuns half marathon on a “very challenging” (their words) course.  I decided to test out my preparedness by running 5 miles of hills in the 89 degree weather today.  Ankle seems okay, but I was dragging at an 8:30ish pace. This could likely be my first 2 hour + half marathon since 2003 when I ran a 2:01 in Chicago.  Can someone say “personal worst”?

Pic from the trail race on Saturday. I’m all Dory from Finding Nemo – “soooo pretty”…. Source

I’m feeling about as prepared to run this as I am to sing the national anthem at a Monday Night football game, so going into a race a physical and mental mess is asking for trouble.  Normally I’d be all “small race, let’s take the age group!” about this, but here I am hoping to avoid a DNF and not take longer than 2.5 hours to run the darn thing.

Running ShirtlessTo wear or not to wear – At what age and temperature is it not appropriate to run in just your sports bra anymore?  Somehow I think I’m starting to fall into that category and need some sort of formula for this.

For the love of the land Heather said it best – we’re in a So Cal heatpocalypse right now…and I’m constantly torn between trying to cool off and having to put Body Glide under my chin to prevent chaffing from my post-baby stomach skin rubbing on my chin with each stride.

BostonTo run or not to run – I’m a mom on a budget and somehow dropping $1,000 for a weekend of racing is hard to justify.  I’m starting to feel like it’s going to be, “Hey kids, sorry you’re eating canned beans 3 meals a day for the next 4 months, but Mommy really wants to check this off her bucket list.”  Somehow doesn’t seem right.

Can you put a price on this? Honestly, I need to know… Source

White Sports BrasTo buy or not to buy – Are they even worth purchasing?  It seems like one run through the wash and mine are 3 shades of gray already.  I looked like a dirty athletic hippy trying to get dressed this morning.  I told you this post was going to be dirty 😉

Silly ChiliTo cook or not to cook – NFL season started and I was sent home from my aunt’s with some leftover tri-tip and a BUNCH of fresh tomatoes.  If that doesn’t cry – “Make chili”, I don’t know what does.  My children are still confused as to why we were eating piping hot chili when it was 92 degrees out but whatever, let’s just pretend it’s fall.

I hope this post lived up to it’s title – I did talk about being shirtless and got down and dirty after all.

Do you have any advice for me on these categories?
Is Boston worth the dinero?
Will I ever pass go and collect $200?

I Came, I Ran, I Qualified

So today I lost my virginity.  It was quite exciting since everyone in my family was there watching and cheering me on.  I mean, they were able to set a spectator record of catching me in the act 9 times.

Yes, I ran my first marathon.  And it turns out that while I was able to hustle my booty to There we go!a 3:33:42 finish (YAY BQ!), my family and friends proved to be total and complete rock stars by seeing me off at the start, finding me in the finish and cheering me on at 7 different places along the way.

They. Are. Amazing.

The day started out with a not so promising forecast of rain and 20-30 mph winds.  Hooray!  I anxiously stood in my corral wondering if I was ridiculous for putting myself with the 3:35 pacing group.

Yes,” I told myself, “I am insane and this will never work.”  Along came 5 other women who were all trying to BQ.  Many of them had missed by just minutes over the past year.  I was the only newbie…but we decided…

Not on our watch.

We were spot on (and a little ahead) for the first 12 miles (which was good because two of us had to speed up to account for a pee break).  We headed into mile 20 convinced the last 6k was going to be doable.

Mile 20– Great

Mile 21 – Notsomuch.  My family asked how I was, “I’m so tired I said” on video (Dad has that somewhere).  They decided I need encouragement at 22.

Mile 22 – Tired, but hanging in there.  My sister reminded me that I’ve had a baby across the entire course.  I yelled back, “I had two!” and got my second wind.

Mile 23 – Great

Mile 24 – I looked at my running partner and said, “I think I’m going to throw up now I just need to walk.”  She grabbed my wrist and told me it wasn’t happening.  My pacer somehow persuaded me that when I got to Mile 25  I’d be fine.

Mile 25 – Pacer didn’t lie.  Great mile – Sub 8

Mile 26 – Ran into Memorial Stadium and dashed across the 50 yard line to a crowd of cheers.  The announcer yells, “Sheila McDaniel just qualified for Boston.”  Of all the people they chose to announce as we crossed…I got to be the lucky one.  My dad had it on video and it’s pretty awesome – even if the wind blocked out my name on the video – we got to hear it!

I can't believe I'm posting this...but it captures the total and complete raw emotion we've all experienced before. Completely undone...

Mile 27 – Lots of hugs as our entire group qualified.  I then found my entourage and promptly burst into tears.

Women:  45/744
Age Div:  12/128
Overall:  258 / 1890

After I pulled it together 🙂