Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day Reflection

It is finally sunny and nice here in Boston. Though I should be outside, baby Jack is finally taking a nap. Call me crazy, but I will take being inside if it means that the child sleeps.

Sitting here on the couch gives me the opportunity to reflect on Memorial Day. When I first started dating my now husband, I knew very little about the military. A career in the armed forces was just not a common path for the New England crowd that I run in.... except for Bill. I knew when I started dating him that our relationship was going to be somewhat rocked by this whole military thing, but thought initially that the biggest challenges would be due to distance. After all, he was becoming a lawyer in a peacetime military.

Like all Americans, my world was rocked by 9.11. I will never forget the chaos of that day. Was this person okay? Thank heavens that another skipped a breakfast meeting at WTC that morning! I am sure that each and every one of us has not just one story but many. We use that day not just to recall the fallen, but it also serves as a reminder of how truly blessed we all are. No matter how tough life might seem, nothing compares to the tragedy that many families continue to experience each day.

It was after 9.11 that I finally began to understand the military. Bill, then my boyfriend, prepared for deployment to Afghanistan. I marveled at the bravery of the soldiers and also at the strength of the extended military family. Words cannot describe the bonds that develop for those left at home.

Bill and I are very blessed. He served in both Iraq and Afghanistan, and while he certainly saw danger firsthand, he arrived home safely both times. Today, when I think of those who died in the two wars that are still ongoing, I am slapped in the face by the reality that I am so lucky to have him. So very very blessed!

Others are not so fortunate, and I realize that. I will never forget when I heard that a young man named Brian McPhillips was killed in Iraq. I had not thought of Brian in many years when this sad news developed. I did not know Brian well, but he was a friend of my high school boyfriend. A Marine lietenant, Brian was killed in action during the first month of Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Today when I go for my run, I will think of Brian. God Bless him.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

My Favorite Fan

Just a late picture from the marathon- here is my favorite fan Olivia greeting me near the 10K mark of Boston!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Harpoon 5 Miler


This past Sunday, I ran in the Harpoon 5 Mile Race.  For any blog readers that I might have left after being in a running funk and thus not posting, this occurrence is a bit of a surprise.  All in all, it was a great day!

(Full disclosure- this will not be my most eloquent post- I am rushing to write it- I feel like I have no time these days!!!)

Race Recap

I cannot say enough good things about this race.  My only only only complaint is that I did not get an exact 5 on my Garmin; the course was a little short and some of the mile markers were off.  Otherwise, the logistics were great. 

My husband, sister, baby and I headed to the Harpoon brewery at 9 AM for a 10AM race start.  Despite the 3,500 runners and their guests at the race, we were able to park, retrieve our numbers and hit the portapotties twice before heading to the corals at 9:40. 

We lined up with the 8 minute pace sign.  What was so impressive was that people were actually lining up correctly!  We easily walked up to the 8 minute sign and hung out until the start. I had been injured and cranky about running, but my pulled piformis had been feeling much better in the past two days.  I was not sure what to expect as I had barely run in the past three weeks, and was wincing in pain when running with my Learn to Run group. 

The race is a nice out and back loop.  Our first mile was a 7:45, which I thought was a little fast, but it felt okay.  I had decided to run by feel, and covered up my Garmin so I could not see it.  Because I am still feeling the butt muscle, I did not want to give 100% effort out there and risk getting reinjured.  But, it was a race and I wanted to run it just a tad uncomfortably!  Not too much, but I wanted to be on that edge of knowing there was more to give.

Typically,  my husband and I run every race together except for the Hingham July 4th race- that one we do on our own.  He started falling behind me a little bit at the turn around, and I thought he wanted me to be cautious.  So, although I kept going, I tried to keep him in sight and not lose him.  He claims, the good husband he is, that I was running well, and that he was tired.  The truth is that he is a faster runner than me, and I think he was nervous because I could barely walk earlier in the week!

I finished in 37:36- a 7:32 pace.  The Garmin said I was a 7:35 pace, so I will take that as well!

Race Reflection

I felt like I got my groove back with this race.  Being injured since the Royal Wedding (yes, that was the last day I had ran) had really dampened my spirits.  I had to drop off a relay team because of it, and not running was making me very very sad.  It was as if my best friend in 2nd grade became a mean girl.  That is how sad I felt!

But, we reunited today.  It was a little awkward at first, and I know our relationship still needs some work, but I know we can get there.

Post Race Pictures

Ash and Jack

Jack and his babysitter

Hello I am Jack

Cheering us on!


Family Picture

Jack Stretching Post Race

Stretching post race

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

A Literal P.I.A.

One word to explain my lack of blogging- INJURED! What is a running blog without running to write about?

I literally have a P.I.A. The pain is right in my piformis muscle. At first, I tried to ignore it and kept running. This strategy left me unable to walk the day after I run. Not being able to walk is difficult when one has a three month old.... just saying!

My friend is a GREAT physical therapist, and she gave me a whole routine to do. I have religiously doing them every day for a week, so I thought I might have some results. Nope! I still have a major P.I.A.

I feel very lost without my running. The whole scenario is so very frustrating. I did not get injured during marathon training but now I am for no reason! I ran ten days after having a natural birth and did not get injured. Apparently, the whole experiment is catching up with my body.

I am so torn- I can run, but it hurts. Not childbirth hurt, but it still feels pretty terrible. I cannot decipher whether or not I should try to push through the pain. I cannot figure out what it means that I cannot walk the next day, but then am okay a day later.

Deep breaths that I will get over this soon..... and apologies for a ranting rambling blog post!