November 13th
So, I have not blogged in a well, even though I am busy and working like a crazy woman...I really can't make that an excuse. I can find the time to blog for 5-10 minutes. I just haven't been wanting to. Since my last blog, a few things have occurred in my life. I will type about one.
I finished my last half marathon for the year and it was horrible. First off, I had to drive to Farmington (for work) right after. Because of that, I told my husband not to bring the kids and cheer me on at the finish line. Because of this, at mile 11 I started to slow down and well, break down. My mind was telling my body to stop, to quit, to not do this anymore. This is only because I was so selfish, my family wasn't going to be at the finish line, cheering me on. I was telling my body to stop because I wouldn't be able to see the look on my children's face as I cross that line with a sense of pride. And because of this, I stopped to walk. (You will judge me after I type my next sentence.) I walked for .10 of a mile and was very disappointed with myself. I felt that lactic dump in my legs. Two women I passed at mile 5 just passed me...what the hell?? I told myself, "Come one Melanie, finish strong...you got this." I picked up and started to jog it out and at that last mile I got back to where I was. Surprisingly in the distance I saw my two cousins, aunt and friend. That brought me back to life and I got my second wind. Even though I finished strong, it was my worse time ever. I finished at 2.34...twenty minutes longer than my first.
What I should be saying, hell yeah...I am the ultimate bad ass...three half marathons for 2011!!! Just to let you know, I am very proud of myself and I know a lot of people will never accomplish this. But I am so damn competitive that I even compete with myself. Even though I might not be in church every Sunday, I thank God for everything he has blessed me with (on those long Sunday runs).
I followed a crazy carb load program two weeks prior to the race. I ate 95% carbs three days prior to long runs and the race. Because of this I jumped up to 165. Damn Gina that's seven pounds!! Immediately after my race I lost it all. Plus I took two weeks off. This was my first week back to exercising. Today was my first day back to running.
What I have realized is, even though my mind can play tricks with me and I have that feeling of quiting. I come back to it and truly it is my passion. One would describe it as love affair or a drug, becomes it is addicting. Some of you might think..."what the hell, I HATE to run". But honestly, it hits you when you least expect it. Bam, pow, wham...you're in love. And with that I will close with this...my worse race will always be better than the worlds best french fry, martini, chocolate pie or pizza.
Let's go team
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>>My God
>>My Family
>>My Health
>>My Job
>>My LIFE!!
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