sniffle cough hack spit

Is that enough to gross you out? It's what I've been doing for 2 days now. Coughing and hacking my brains out. Going from a runny nose to a stuffy nose. It is so annoying! It started as what I thought was allergies. Now it's in my chest and we all have it. The boys are all doing better. If we could just get our two year old to blow his nose. He doesn't know how to! Any ideas?

So, I have been running my usual distances. I was debating the St. Gregory's 5K this weekend. It is an hour from here and the race starts at 7:30 am. I also need to register and that would mean we would have to leave here extra early. This race earns points though for the running club I belong to. So...we shall see. My long run this weekend is 8 miles. I'll probably head out to Lake Hefner trails or the Oklahoma River trails. We shall see. I also HAVE to get new shoes. I'd like to get them this week-might have to do that tomorrow.

I am very excited to run the Race for the Cure 5k next weekend. My friend organized a team this year-boobylicious-we'll be in black t's with our team logo-I am pumped and not only is it a great cause, but it is important day for me because it is one year (hooray!) of running for me. It is the first race I ran and it has lead to an exciting year for me. I know I have much to learn and am doing so through the club I joined as well as reading so many of your blogs. They give advice and laughter so thank you bloggers.

I have a personal goal set for the RFTC. I am going to try finish in 30 minutes. I think I can do it. My brother has been training me mentally over the phone and he knows I can do it. (Balls to the wall, sister!) He finished his last race in 24 minutes-sigh. If I do, awesome. If not, it's okay too. I will not beat up on myself anymore. It's not healthy. I am doing a wonderful thing and time is just relative. That's about it.

So, off to blow my nose and get the boys in their jammies.

Quotations

I know I was being down on myself then I saw these.

"In running, it doesn't matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say, 'I have finished.' There is a lot of satisfaction in that."
-Fred Lebow, New York City Marathon co-founder

"The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."
-John Bingham, running speaker and writer

Slow Poke

Well, I can make up several excuses for why I SUCKED so bad today at the Geico Race for Freedom 10K. I really almost cried and I am so upset with myself. Embarassed! I am very critical of myself, so I think I'll have a party. A Pity Party!

My "Why I sucked today" excuses:

*Super High Humidity. I could barely breathe!

*Tired! Husband is out of town and I have not been sleeping well. (of course I blame myself for reading that damn vampire book until midnight!)

* No cheering squad. :( With husband out of town, I had to leave the boys with their Gran. I missed seeing all of their faces.

* Pee pee dance. At mile 4.5 I thought I was going to pee my pants. I really thought about jumping behind a bush.

*Blister. I can't complain about my shins because they did fine. I did however acquire a blister on the side of my arch on the inside of my left foot. My foot was on FIRE! (And no, I didn't get new shoes, I wasn't able to get down to Norman in time.) I do wear sweat proof socks...what's the deal?

*Wacky course. (this is stretching) The course was pretty odd. I hate not knowing where I am running, it makes it seem so loooong!

and finally. Truth be told. I am just slow! Not this slow though, geesh!

For the embarassing numbers...
My watch said 1:15:40.
DG says 1:17:40

13 out of 15 for my age group. then this is weird though, for the female totals I am last. What about those 2 females in my age group that are behind me? Whatever. I have work to do and need to just tell myself at least I got up and ran. I did feel good, just walked a lot and that is okay. I finished.

5 miles

Got my 5 miles in on Saturday morning with my baby brother. I say baby because there is a 10 year gap between us, he is 22. Big, strong 22 year old that kicked my ass on the trail. He came with me because of a bet, but it just ended up hurting both of us. He bet me that my hub and I could not hang with him the night before. I bet him I could (and I did), but he'd have to get up with me and the boys when they wake at 6 am AND run my 5 miles with me.

We both lost. The 5 miles, while beautiful, hurt so bad as we were terribly dehydrated. Probably due to all the rum and cokes we had the night before. At least I did not partake in the shots he and my husband had. He was way worse of than I was and still managed to smoke me. He was yelling, use those legs, sister! Come on, faster! Maybe I should hire him to move here and be my personal trainer! Regardless, we did the 5 miles. It hurt so good. Left shin is still killing me. Going to Norman this week to get new shoes. 2 mile hill work tonight! Yippee!