Big Sur Training is officially over!!!!

4 hours on the Key Biscayne bridge and Big Sur marathon training is officially over. 18+ miles all on the bridge and most importantly, IT IS TAPER TIME!!!!! Thanks to my amazing running ladies for keeping me safe in the night and entertained and laughing during the day. You guys rock!!!! Love you!!!!

Big Sur Part III

Another long run closer to finishing my training for Cali/Big Sur. It's now 28 days away and I have one last long run next week-end.

Today I spent 3 hours on the bridge, back and forth and back and forth. Crazy but effective! I'm feeling quite hill-ready! I had two amazing running friends take shifts so I could be safe and have company. What would we do without our sole sisters?!?!?! I never want that answer! Thank you Melissa & Michelle! heart emoticon

Next week, 4 hrs. My last long run! 

Big Sur Part II

Big Sir is helping me get to Big Sur. The journey continues. Today was my second long run and the bridge is becoming my best friend (or the focal point of my insults from time to time). 2 hrs, 11 miles, all on the bridge! Right on track! Getting Big Sur ready! Next week, 3 hours! BRING IT! T-35 days!

BIG SUR IN 37 DAYS!

I have been training my butt off! That's pretty much all I have to say!  

Seriously though, I have been bridge running, incline running, weight lifting, you name it, I am doing it in order to get the quads ready for this race. It gets closer and closer and I get more excited every day.  

Luckily, I have some insane friends that are hitting the bridge with me as well which keeps me highly entertained because what better company for a runner than your best runner friends who totally get what you're doing?! There's also a group of us training for Ragnar Atlanta trail relay so this works perfectly!!!!

Counting down to two great adventures!   

Big Sur (Sir) - Luck, fate or faith?

LUCK

Would you believe it, as luck would have it, I received this in my email yesterday. On February 26th, I received an email from ACTIVE saying that they would be giving away 10 entries to ACTIVE members. I filled out the form and sent it into cyber mail thinking it was a long shot but I didn't have anything to lose. I told my friend and she entered as well. We went running that weekend and daydreamed about BIG SUR. I have been speaking about this race for years and any close running buddy will tell you, this is THE RACE. The one on my bucket list of all races. If I were told that I could only run one more marathon, this is the one I would choose. I was already planning on signing up for the lottery this year and I was a bit bummed about it being a lottery since I never win this type of thing. I got lucky...  or did I?

FATE

The first time I heard about this race, I remember listening in awe. It was one of my husband's best friends and he raved on and on that this is a must do race. I remember thinking I would have to do this race one day. I followed it but never signed up thinking of time frames, etc flights, but I always told everyone that I would do it one day. They switched the registration to a lottery and I told my husband I would start entering the lottery every year (beginning this year) and that I probably wouldn't get in until I was 60 but I would do this race one day. Fate apparently had another plan, or was it something else?

FAITH

What can I say about 2014? In a nutshell, a tiny one, it was a rough, trying year. My mom's health deteriorated and I was sad. I kept on with my training because it is one thing I am in control of. The rest of life circles around us. It's as if we are all planets in our own solar systems. Sometimes we can navigate through issues, other times we must dodge things and other times, we are floating by, holding our breath waiting to see what happens. I felt anger at different things and gratitude for others but the sadness carried day to day. The new year came around and I made a promise to God. I said "Ok, this year sucked but, I'm going to just fully trust that everything that happened had a reason for happening. I'm going to choose to be happy despite anything that happens around me. I choose to smile every day because I'm healthy, I have an amazing husband and two healthy children so that means life is great. Every day is a gift and if I have to deal with some bad along the way, my job is to trust You and get through by being the best mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt and friend I can be to those I love. And to be happy because every day is a gift I get so I need to find the good in every single day". And I kept my promise. On the worst days, I look into my children's eyes and feel happy and lucky. I let the bad go, I let the good in and move on. On the best days, I have a song in my heart and I feel great and thankful. Every day, I choose happy. Speaking to my sister I compared the last few months to a marathon where you need to pick something positive to focus on.

And then, Big Sur. Last night, as my head spun thinking how amazing this opportunity was, and how the training would be intense since I am not at marathon mileage right now, I also thought that this race was going to be difficult. Then I had another thought. Big Sur and Big Sir sound the same. So bring on the hills and bring on the 26.2 miles again (this will be my second marathon).

When I cross, I'm crossing two finish lines. One to the Big Sur Marathon and one for the Big Sir that makes it all possible.

Sometimes, you get lucky and realize that fate has everything to do with faith...

(and , one more thing, THANK YOU to ACTIVE for having this getaway!)  

  

Where does the time go?

November, December, January, February... Today.

After my inability to complete my triathlon, the usual bummed out depression followed that will usually follow walking out of a race you trained 4 months for. In the simplest words I can use - IT SUCKED.

Then came the flu, Christmas, Christmas vacation (awesome), January, Ragnar (Miami-Florida Keys), home remodeling and here we are at the end of February. Where does the time go? That's pretty good for a quick update is it not?

So what's new you ask?  I'm in the midst of training for my first Ragnar trail event in April (EXCITED) and a triathlon in May. I've toned down the long runs and am working on getting my speed back. I also need to drop that extra holiday weight I always pack on. I do love my holiday goodies!

So far 2015 has been a good year and I'm hoping the following months bring good times with my amazing running friends and new adventures!

  

I walked out... I quit, and that's just fine.

I've had more stories of success than failure but that doesn't make walking out of a race any easier. I'd love to say I got hurt or something incredible happened but that would be lying and I always keep it real. So why did I walk out? 

This morning I woke up and felt ill to my stomach. Whatever virus my son had definitely got me but as usual, us moms don't just fall with viruses. They linger because our bodies are always worried about taking care of others. So instead of just catching the virus, I've been playing with it. I'm nauseous, I'm not. I'm nauseous, I dry heave, I'm fine. This has been going on since yesterday. I woke up this morning and felt so sick, I couldn't have a good breakfast. That was probably when I should have called this quits but I wanted to give it 100% and have no regrets. I got to the race site and spent a good 30 minutes in the car thinking about going home. My second opportunity to go home. I ignored it and kept on. Probably not my smartest choice but I wanted to try.

My wave went into the water at 7:25 and I was averaging it would take me between 45-50 minutes. I'm not a fast swimmer so that was a decent average for me. Then came the dry heaving. I almost  got sick 5 times. I kept going and completed the swim somehow but with a lengthy time of 1:04. As I got out of the water, the rain let on with a vengeance. I could barely see.

I got to my bike, got my things on and started to drag towards the bike course under the relentless rain and tried to eat something. No luck. I couldn't do it. Then I prayed. I asked God for a sign and just as I was about to get on my bike, I see a young man coming back and he looks at me and tells me "It's miserable out there, slick and wet and it's going to be a hell of a long ride." I asked "You went out?" to which he said "Yes, 10 miles and I came back. I have kids at home and I'm not willing to have an accident. I've done many of these races and there's no shame in quitting. Sometimes you gotta know when it's not your day". It was my sign. It was not my day. Thank you God.

So in 12 weeks, I did not miss a training, I was prepared and ready. It was a most difficult decision to abandon something I had been working towards for 12 weeks but sitting here having saltines and Sprite and feeling sick, it was the right decision today. I could not have gone 56 miles and 13.1 without food. So I walked out. As simple as that. No injury, no crash, no wonderful story to decorate the fact that I quit. I chose to quit the race, not my healthy lifestyle. One race does not define me. There will be more races but there's only one me to take care of my family and I chose me today. I chose me feeling okay and not getting hurt. That's a good choice. And I tried. Sometimes, that's the best you can do. Next time, things will go better. I will try again. It's all good.