in Super Hero Formation

Twice in the last few weeks I’ve had someone say that I helped them “achieve their running goals”.   Yeah, I am GBA.


Possibly even EPIC… as I carry them through their training miles, to the start line and then, let’s not forget… everyone gets a PR, right?

Somehow in that visual I’m flying in my Super Hero cape (it’s Green, in case you wondered) alongside these runners as they achieve their goals with my aura of super power glowing around us all.

Amazing as that sounds, the truth is, I didn’t do anything for these runners.

I encouraged them, and I believed in them, but I didn’t do any of the hard work.

They did it on their own.

And then it really occurred to me.  It’s not just that I believed in them, I guess I believed in them so much that they believed in themselves.

So maybe I am being a super hero every time I run “with” them.

But probably I’m just being my usual self.

~savor the run~

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ZOOMA Annapolis Half Marathon Perfection

ZOOMA Women’s Half Marathon

Saturday I ran a Half Marathon in Annapolis without any premeditated training at all.  It was, probably, the most glorious day of my life.  Perfect weather and great companions balanced out the lackof training and preplanning.

After A10K ended I’ve been just sort of running for the love of the run.  my posse shows up at our favorite Starbucks meet point, and then we run around the beautiful city of RVA as long as we feel like running at the pace we end up going.  Sometimes there are even cartwheels.  #Truestory.

I didn’t really do much pre-race planning.  I didn’t even look at the course…

That is so not my M.O.

I didn’t examine the elevation chart to make a race plan that tweaked my average pace zone down to the second.  Heck, I didn’t even think about what I was going to wear.  I grabbed a “go to” outfit out of the laundry basket, and tossed it along with some random personal items in a bag on Friday night and called myself packed.

I drove through a Tornado Warning to get to the hotel where I would sleep before the race with two fellow bloggers, T from Racing with Babes, and Pace of Me.  We had a giggly good time, as would be expected.

In the morning I did some quick math and thought, I can ~probably~ run a 1:52, and that’s what I set out to run.  I figured if things were great I would aim to pick up 2 minutes in the last 6 miles and run a 1:50.


And probably because of that, I had a great race.  I relaxed and settled into a nice little groove.  I kept an eye on my watch now and then, but didn’t obsess over it.  The weather was great, which was fine because I hadn’t planned for anything extreme.  Or, anything for that matter.

Did I mention? I had no hand held, fuel strategy, or course knowledge.

My hydration strategy would be to grab a little water at each stop, but not worry about it.  Well what I learned was that many of the water stops were on the up hill.  So I would grab a few sips of water or cytomax, and walk for 10 steps while I drank it.

Not that it was that hot, but I had no fuel and was running 13.1 miles on ¾ of a banana.  It worked.  And it gave me a little break mentally.

Around mile 9ish I was cruising down a hill and spray painted on the road were the letters GBA.

I honestly looked around for people I knew.   I’m sure they meant Gasline Baltimore Annapolis or something stupid like that, but it was a smile for me anyway.

At mile 10 I tipped a cup of water on my head.  And a race volunteer responded by pouring a half gallon of water on my head!  I laughed and enjoyed the cool breeze.

Around mile 11.8 I was tracking more toward a 1:53, and thought to myself, “When I pass the 12 mile marker, I’m going to just dig as deep as I can for the last mile.  I can do anything for a mile.”

I finished strong. My splits were relatively even.  The mile long climbs were slowish, the mile long descents were fastish.


I ran a 1:52:22

Which happens to be a 10 minute PR for me… and, no matter how you look at it, is pretty sweet.

mini-ginny between her BFFs Dimity & SBS

And then after the race there was a transportation snafu, so I just chilled for a few hours with authors Sarah Bowen Shea and Dimity McDowell, played in the hangers with T, and met about 200 women I’ve wanted to meet for a long time.

And, by chilled I actually mean I was FREEZING.  The air was cool, I was sweat and water soaked, and the breeze was whipping!

We covered the whole “it was a perfect day” thing, right?


~savor the run~

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Also, don’t quote me on it, but I might be crazy

I might be ~crazy~

I might have registered for a half marathon… for, um… this weekend.  Today is Friday, right?

That doesn’t seem crazy though.  That’s typical GBA.

The part that’s crazy is that I wasn’t actually training for a Half Marathon.  I was offered the chance for a free bib (more on that later), given a solid reason to go (more on that later), and decided,

Why The Feck Not?

I’m *practically* trained.

A few weeks ago I ran a 14 mile long run…

Two weeks ago I ran 11 long…

Last week I did 9…

So, that’s a training plan, right?  Taper included.

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slipping away while no one is looking

Today a friend of mine slipped away and left us.

It was kind of sudden.  Only a few months ago we were passing each other in the hall at preschool making promises that I would, in fact, borrow the dress she thought would look so good on me.

“You MUST borrow it.  No, wait girl, you can’t borrow it.  You MUST keep it.  Wear it to your cousin’s wedding, and you’re gonna dance and dance and dance.”

Dont you know, she dropped that dress off on my front steps when I wasn’t home?

And, she was right.  The dress is stunning on me.  It’s a rich chocolate brown, gauzy and pretty, and sexy.  I think the fact that she gave it to me because she truly believed it would suit me better than it suited her speaks of the kind of lovely person she was inside.

I’m going to miss her.  Not because we were that close that we spoke about deep important things, but because she’s the kind of friend who was always ready with a kind word and smile.  And her laugh?  It was infectious and ever present.  She was so happy to be where she was, and always knew that life was going to turn out great.  I am a little angry that it was her, this truly happy woman, who had to leave today.

If there’s one thing we can learn from you, girl, it’s to be truly happy with what we have right now.

And that’s what I’ll try to do.  For you friend.

And I promise, I’ll dance and dance and dance….

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aka. The one where I run so I don’t run away

My mother once said to me, “You can’t move forward in life until you learn what it takes to love you.”
I couldn’t even fathom what that meant.  I sat there gaping like a fish while my mother waited patiently for me say something, any thing, that would make sense out of the situation in which I found myself.
Silence. That was my response.


I clung to the phone while my empty mind strung words together like popcorn on a thread at Christmas time.  These sad fragile words cracked and disappeared as they tumbled past my lips.  I remember shaking my head, with the knowledge that she couldn’t see me.
Finally my mother said, “It’s ok.  You don’t have to know today.  But think on it, Okay?”
Mom’s a wise woman.
It has been 9 months since that conversation.  In those 270odd days I have stopped to consider the answer to that question, and there still isn’t much I know.
Where am I today?  Coming out of a sixteen-year relationship, with three beautiful children whom I love dearly, and the only thing I know for certain about the “new me” is that I run.
Sometimes I run so I don’t run away.
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