I was watching a movie with my son this week....The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian. There is a climactic moment in the movie when the Narnians are fighting the Telmarines and things are not going well for the good guys. King Peter makes the decision to pull his troops out and he yells at the top of his lungs, "RETREAT...RETREAT....RETREAT!!!" This message is yelled until the entire army hears the order and pulls back to safety.
The clock is ticking. The Chicago Marathon is in 3 days. 18 weeks of training are behind me - I ran my last training run this morning - a 2 miler. It is a great feeling to know that I have finished my preparation for this Sunday. I have completed my long runs, often in high humidity and heat. I have run... in rain; when I didn't have the time to run; when I didn't feel like running; and when I did feel like running. I even had to jump over a copperhead snake on my last 20 miler! The really great thing is that I'm still running, have all my toenails intact, and I'm injury free. Often, I am totally amazed at how things can work out!
I believe my last big obstacle for the race this Sunday is completing the mental preparation.
When my gas light comes on I know I have another 60 miles (at least!) until I will run out of a gas. I tend to push that limit and have been known to be a little risky when it comes to keeping my tank filled.
My husband, on the other hand, rarely lets his gas tank get below a half of tank. Seems like his tank is always full.
I guess someone could analyze our opposing behavior and probably figure out our place in the birth order, personality types, learning styles, sleep patterns. OK...maybe not. But surely this says something about the way we operate.
Today I'm happy to bring to you a post written by Heather Mosman. I met Heather last January at the 2010 Disney Marathon Weekend. It was such a joy getting to know her ... and I'll get to see her again in a few weeks in Chicago! As Heather says, "Go Team IOH!!!" ~ Lisa
Last year I would not have called myself a "runner". In fact, I haven't run for exercise (or pleasure) since college. Even then, it wasn't really my thing. However, I have always been a person that can be inspired by a good cause. That is what has made me into a runner....
Soccer season is in full swing in my life right now. Most of my days are spent in a black canvas fold-up chair next to a huge field of grass.
I have learned a few lessons from my days at the soccer field.
If you try to play offense and defense at the same time, you're gonna kill yourself. The field is large and if you run after the ball every time it moves you will not be able to maintain the stamina to complete the game. If you're playing forward you have to trust your defensive players to do their job while you get open and wait for their pass up field.
I have a real interest in food, including food quality. What we put into our bodies matters - for race performance, as well as for general health. I have been eating a vegan diet since 2003. This has been a little challenging - especially when trying to make sure I don't eat too many processed carbs when eating additional calories during marathon training. Another challenge is deciding when to buy organic vs. conventional produce...
I found 26 cents on my 7.5 mile training run today. (I always stop to pick up money while I'm running - and most of the time it's a penny!) I saw the quarter first and then about a 100 yards further, I saw the penny. As I ran a bit further, with the quarter and penny between my thumb and middle finger, I thought about the 26 miles I'll be running on October 10th for children and their families...
I just discovered an awesome new candy! The Pretzel M&M. It has an amazing sugary coating on the outside with creamy milk chocolate and a salty center. It is so delicious. If you haven't tried it yet, you should. (In fact, if you post on this blog I will enter you in a drawing to win your very own bag of Pretzel M&Ms.)
Isn't it a strange thing when you find yourself on an airplane seated next to a complete stranger for several hours? Not only are you seated next to this person but your arm hairs are touching, you can smell their breath and with one false adjustment you could be sitting in their lap. Airplanes are known for their close quarters and, even in first-class, your neighbor is no more then an arms length away. This miniature community provides a very unique vulnerability. You can't choose to walk away from your seat companion or open the door and exit when you are 15,000 feet and the fasten seat belt sign is illuminated. In these situations you have several options: fake sleep, turn up your ipod, or start a conversation and hope for the best.