Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Happy Birthday Cammy-Boy

Despite the selfish storm of emotion that has been swirling around in my heart and mind this last couple of days, life does go on.

Oh, and thank God that it does!

I can't imagine the bitter mess I would be without our children to distract me.  :)  Today, we celebrated Cameron Allen's 4th Birthday.  He is my baby.  The last of 4 children.  My sweet, sweet boy.  I can never stay in my own thoughts when this cuteness is around.

We don't do a whole lot for birthdays.  A small gift, a box-mix cake and the birthday kiddo gets to choose what's for supper.  Cameron was very excited with his Red Ranger mask and saber.  We did some lessons on ABCMouse.com together until his buddy, Dylan, came over to play.  That always trumps Mom. 

I made Cam's requested meal for lunch, but made a big batch because I knew the other kids would be envious.  Home Made Mac N' Cheese...mmmm....  And canned fruit.  Strange, strange, child.  Ha!

It was very nice outdoors today, and we spent so much time out there that no body wanted to watch TV!  I did turn on one episode of Power Rangers when the two 4yo's got up early from nap time...they were being very um, animated, and I was afraid they would wake up my sweet little 17mo old.

I learned, today, that our neighbor is expecting again.  I now know 3 women expecting babies this year.  I feel jealous in a strange way.  But not for the child. Or the pregnancy.  I feel jealous because having babies is what young women do.  And, I, am no longer a young woman.  I know - you're only as young as you feel...but time marches on.  Maybe I'm just looking for reasons to feel rotten...could be.  I'm such a whiner sometimes.

The boy seemed happy.  David made the cake that he asked for.  Chocolate cake with white frosting and chocolate chips on top.  And the cheesy number 4 candle on top.  :)

I almost felt like going for a run today.  It was so nice outside, for once!  But...I had another tooth pulled yesterday and it was actually feeling pretty good, so I decided not to push it.  Here's to getting a little wiser in my older age.  

Happy Birthday, Cameron Allen.  You will always be my baby.  Always.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Lincoln Marathon Race Report

Another beautiful Spring day in Nebraska, another year running the Lincoln National Guard Marathon and Half Marathon!

David and I rode our bikes to the start of the race, as we do each year.  Since they recently moved the start line, to accommodate more runners, we need to change where we rack our bikes!

The weather on the Saturday before the race was terrible!  Our 11yo daughter, Alahnnah, ran the KFRX Mayor's Run and it was miserable.  It was about 35 degrees with 20mph winds and rain.  We had discouraged the girls from participating - but when a kid tells you "Mom, we signed up for it, we need to do it" - you have to do it.
Miss A giving me "the look"
Thankfully, Sunday was a little better.  The temps were hovering around 40 and there was no rain.  The wind had died down a bit, but it was still chilly!  I dressed in a t-shirt and a jacket when last year I ran in a tank top!

When we got to the race, we lined up waaaay in the back near the 5:15 pace group.  This was my very first time running the Full Marathon!  David ran with me and planned to leave me at the halfway mark and finish while I went on.  I warned him that it would be the slowest half marathon of his life!  Didn't matter to him.

After waiting about 45 minutes, our group crossed the start line.  We ran easy and chatted.  Lots of costumes and people to look at.  Many in our area were first time half marathoners.  It's very inspiring to run with people who are doing it for the first time.  

Loved the shirts this year!
We used the 10/1 run/walk ratio that I trained with and things were going well.  The 5:15 pace group was doing a little dance with us as they would pass while we walked and we would then pass as we ran.  The spectators along the course were amazing!  The first group that I saw with tissues was a wonderful sight. Snot rockets are okay in training, but really hard to do while running with 10,000 people!

There were people playing live music, folks with speakers hooked up playing Eye of the Tiger, lots of kids giving high fives, people with jelly beans and gummy bears...Lincoln is a wonderful spectator event.  David and I ran along and had a ball.

Around mile 5, I needed to stop.  We waited in line for 4 minutes to use the bathroom, but I figured that was okay.  I just wanted to finish, afterall.  The 5:15 pace group was long gone by that time, bu I knew the 5:30 was back there somewhere. 

After the 10k split, we turned to the west and the wind picked up.  My stomach also started some shenannigans.  Around 7 miles I had to stop again.  It was so bad that I almost didn't make it.  When we got back on the road, I noticed that the 2:55 half marathon pace group was close by.  Hmm...that's not good.  Where is the 5:30 pace group?

More than that, WHAT TIME IS IT?  

Around the 10 mile mark, it occurred to me that I was in jeopardy of NOT making the 10:30 time cutoff to finish the Full Marathon.  At 10:30, they barricade that portion of the trail and re-route you into Memorial Stadium to finish as a Half Marathoner. 

With 2.8 miles to go, we had 30 minutes to make it.  We tried.  We picked it up as best we could.  We past at least 100 people pushing to get there and still make it so I had enough gas left to go another 13 miles.

Missed it by 5 minutes.  Barricades were up, police and race officials were there.  My day was over.

As we headed into the Stadium, the song that was playing was "You Can't Always Get What You Want."  Fitting.  I decided to stop sniffling and cross the finish line side-by-side with my constant supporter and biggest fan.  

More in a different post on how I feel about the whole thing.  Still a little numb.  And frankly, I have a Century Ride that I need to get training for.  I don't have time to sulk.  It sucks, but as I always tell the kids - you get what you get and you don't throw a fit.

I STILL got a medal. :)

Friday, May 3, 2013

Let Me Be Light!

I've been pondering the concept of endurance.

On Sunday, I will run my first Marathon. The concept of endurance isn't entirely foreign to me.  I've run multiple Half Mary's, done a Century Ride and a Sprint and Olympic distance triathlon.  Pain is irrelevant.  Finishing is King.  Just keep moving.

Being a parent is also very much like endurance sport.  There always seems to be task after task that requires energy, mental or otherwise. Fatigue is irrelevant.  Getting to the pillow at night is King.  Just keep moving until the obligations are all done...and the kids are in bed!

And so it will be these next few days.  I had an unfortunate dental incident on Wednesday, and will need to run, on Sunday, with my very cracked tooth.  If you call it 'good news' - I have an appointment to have my naughty tooth extracted on Monday morning..  I'm trying not to freak out.  I had a bad experience, that caused dental surgery to trigger "Extreme Freak Out Mode."  I'm sure it will be okay.  Heck, at least that tooth will never hurt me again!

Trying to stay positive.

With sore legs from running 26.2 miles and a sore mouth from having a molar extracted, I will be required to attend Open House at Culler Middle School on Monday evening.  I hope that I get some pain pills so that I can at least pretend to be normal as I meet teachers and walk all over the place.  I'm sure putting that desire out there wasn't the most sane thing - but hey, I'm fixin' to be a Momathoner = not sane anyhow.

As a multi-sport enthusiast and parent, I've learned equal endurance from each one.  One teaches me more about the other.  Of this Monday excursion, I think - "If I can run 26.2 miles, then I can live through the aftermath with a tooth pulled and a school open house."  Of the Marathon, I can cite our extreme sleep deprivation surrounding our 4th child's first 18 months of life...if I can live through that (and complete 18-wks of training including all of my long runs) I can certainly run 26.2 miles.

Life is an endurance sport.

The key, for me, is to put aside self pity.  I could easily sit down and ponder the injustices of my schedule, blame others for their untimely nature, wallow in regret over my faulty teeth, and feel ashamed of the extra pounds I carry that make all of this a little harder than it really needs to be.

No.  I will not be that type of energy.  Let me be light!!

My life demands light, and plenty of it.  My Heavenly Father gave me a strong back and a strong mind.  All
of these jobs He sees me doing are use of that.

Everyone gets tired.  Life is tiring.

Lord, let me never get tired of LIVING!

Please pray for the police officers and volunteers taking care of us silly runners on Sunday morning.  They will all be out there way longer than any of us.  Mostly unpaid.

Have a delightful weekend.