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In Honor of National Women’s Day, A Woman Winning

Eric got us both FitBits and immediately challenged me to a “who takes more steps in a week” contest. Which, to be honest, is just insane, as 1) I run marathons and 2) I’m on my feet with children all day.

But he INSISTED he’d still out-step me, which made no logical sense, unless the theory “Boys are good at all the things!!!” makes sense to you. (No, he didn’t say that. But it was there on his smug face). So I have spent the entire week ensuring that I will beat him– running unnecessary runs, finishing every errand that’s been on my my to-do list for months, mindlessly walking in circles in my kitchen, pacing for 25 minutes in my therapist’s waiting room (which didn’t at all make the other patients anxious, I’m sure of it. They would have been clutching that Xanax regardless.)

But it’s all been worth it because I have been kicking his ass, and have so thoroughly enjoyed rubbing it in his face all week.

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Ok, well. This isn’t fun anymore.

I quit.

A Sincere Thank You

For those of you who don’t know (and if you’re my Facebook friend, that is damn near impossible– unless you’ve blocked me from your newsfeed, which would be entirely understandable and something I would probably do), I am running the NYC Half Marathon on March 20th to raise money for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation in honor of Eric, my wonderful boyfriend and a Type 1 diabetic. I’ve done FB thank you’s and sent emails/texts (maybe even put in a few VOICE calls! No just kidding I didn’t), but I wanted to also use the blog as a platform to express my sincerest gratitude to everyone who has donated to the fundraiser so far. I am astounded by how quickly I was able to reach and exceed my goal, thanks to all of you– your kindness and generosity never ceases to amaze me, dear friends and family (time and time and time again. And again. I know I fundraise a LOT….)

And just a quick special shout-out to Eric’s friends (aka, my new friends— because what’s his is mine and what’s mine is ours…). I definitely felt like a weirdo sending you guys solicitation requests, but I know how much you care about Eric and figured *maybe* you’d be interested in throwing some change to the cause in his honor. But you have COMPLETELY exceeded that expectation– and then some. So thank you from the very bottom of my heart, and, of course, from the very bottom of Eric’s heart…

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Eric’s heart isn’t that deep. I don’t know, maybe it’s the diabetes.

GO BRONCOS!!!!!

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(I told him no, by the way. He understood. Kind of.)

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU, FRIENDS!!!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!

 

Yes

Here are some conversations my marathon medal elicited from the children at school today:

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Kid: “What’s that for?”
Me: “I ran a marathon!”
Kid: “Did you win?”
Me: “Yes.”
Kid: “Really?!”
Me: “Yes.”

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Kid: “Did you win the Nobel Prize!?”
Me: “Yes.”

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Kid: “Is that a necklace?”
Me: “Yes.”

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Kid: “Did you know you have a bell stuck to your neck?”
Me: “Yes.”

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Kid: “Did you know your necklace has a crack on the bell part?”
Me: “Yes.”

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Every single other kid in the school besides the 5 above: < Stare at medal. Stare at my face. Say nothing. Go about their day. >

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Coworker: “Did any kids even congratulate you today?”
Me: “No.”

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Conclusion: In general, kids, unlike adults, don’t give a fuck don’t know how to PRETEND to give a fuck that you ran a marathon.

Harder

When I pulled up a map and showed Eric the various locations he can cheer for me during the Philly marathon on Sunday, he jokingly sighed and said, “You know, this day is turning out to be much harder for me than it will be for you.”

Then he got up off the couch and went out to pick up some ice.

To put on his face.

Because I kicked him in it.

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Really? ANYONE?

Me: “I’m running a marathon in Philadelphia this weekend!”
Kid: “Wow, really? I saw some of the New York marathon from my window, it was awesome!”
Me: “Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, huh? 26.2 miles!”
Kid: “Yeah. That’s what thought! But my mom says that as long as you do the training right, really anyone can run a marathon.”
Me: “Your mom is a smart lady!”

She can go fuck herself, though.

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Bragging

A friend of mine just started training/fundraising for her first race. She knows that I’ve had some experience in this realm, so she asked for some fundraising tips, and I told her that she needs to abuse social media and post about all her accomplishments/hard work while she fundraises. Her response….
bragging

Ummm yeah. I just ran longer than any human should ever run, and I’m PROUD of that (even if my knees, stomach, and hips hate me). Because that is AWESOME. There are not many areas of my life that I feel are brag-worthy, so I’m picking this one. And raising some money for some good causes while I’m at it. And that’s ok!

Now go, find that thing you’re proud of and brag away. Maybe also consider giving back as you brag. It’s ok to be proud of yourselves, people!

Just, you know. Don’t go overboard.

No one is proud of you for having a cat.