tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546864124462156322024-02-07T12:23:08.747-06:00BreeAlways En RouteAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-89108802383914986552014-04-25T22:14:00.000-05:002014-04-25T22:14:04.063-05:00One Year Later - Returning to BostonI really ought to have written a blog post prior to my return to Boston. If I had written a post prior to leaving for Boston, I would have told you that I almost didn't go back. I would have told you I booked my flight two weeks before the race. I would have told you I was nervous about leaving Reagan. I would have also told you I didn't train well - partly because of our ugly winter, but mostly because I wasn't sure I was ready to return to Boston. I went back and forth between feeling as though I had to return, and fearing the return. My husband will vouch for the indecisiveness. Every other week we came to a different conclusion about whether we were going. Had I written a post before I left for Boston, I would have told you how I intentionally avoided all forms of media on April 15th, which marked the 1 year anniversary of a long-term dream, followed by events that scarred my heart, and much of humanity. I also would have told you about an amazing community I have surrounding me, who stepped up and offered to watch Reagan so I could return to Boston, and find whatever it was my heart was seeking.<br />
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It's interesting how emotion is experienced. Sometimes immediate. But sometimes delayed, and appearing out of nowhere. A feeling that's been pushed down so far, just waiting for the opportune time to come back up. A moment of vulnerability, brokenness, and yet wholeness. Moments came and went throughout our trip. We visited the finish line on Easter morning. I found it strangely paralleled to the day we were celebrating. On Good Friday, Jesus declared "it is finished," but it wasn't the end of the story. We just had to get to Sunday - Easter. Jesus, coming back to life. Restoration. Wholeness. Last year, I finished the race, and safely returned home, but it wasn't over. I needed to return to Boston and finish the story. I took pictures at the finish line on Easter morning. The very line I crossed last year, unharmed, while so many others didn't experience the same fortune. I stared at the fresh coat of paint on the street, boldly declaring FINISH, and I started thinking about why I was running. I wasn't running for an organization. I wasn't running for some noble cause. I wasn't running to raise money for victims who had been injured last year. Selfishly, I was running for me. I was running because I needed it. Because I felt broken by last year's events, and thought running again might repair some of the damage to my spirit. There were moments throughout the weekend where I felt sad, and I had to let it out - I realized that what is denied cannot be healed.<br />
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I would love to be able to say I had a fantastic race, and PR'd. But I didn't. I wish I could say I loved the race, and every moment of it. But I didn't. Nothing went as planned. I ran 20 minutes slower than my marathon last October. I threw up 3 times along the course, and I cried for almost the entire last 9 miles. I knew the world was watching this race, and I knew I had amazing friends/family praying and cheering me on. I wanted to give this race my best. I had made such a big deal over returning this year. And there I was, in my filth - sweaty, sunburned, puke-y, and walking. I wanted to walk right off the course. Once I realized I could still finish, even if I walked more than I ran, I decided completing the race was attainable. I oscillated between walking and running, and eventually made it to the finish line. There's so much more I could share, given all the beauty I saw during the race but it's too lengthy to type.<br />
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Last year broke me emotionally. This year broke me physically, But I'm learning to be ok with that.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-40984845878397377212013-04-20T21:27:00.001-05:002013-04-24T10:25:57.603-05:00The Boston Marathon-How do I Respond?I have been writing and re-writing this blog in my mind, trying to decide where to start with the events that took place last Monday (April 15th, 2013). How do I capture everything I felt, saw, and now dwell on from home? This post merely scratches at the surface of the race and the events that took place post-race. If you want even more details, let's do coffee. After years of dreaming about what this day would be like, I can honestly say it was nothing like I had imagined. So here is a recap of Boston Marathon Monday (feel free to skip the race recap if you're not interested).<br />
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Trading my soft blankets and abundance of pillows for calve sleeves and arm warmers, I anxiously prepared to leave for what would be the longest day of my entire life. I hopped on the hotel shuttle to get to the T (train). We, the runners, did what all marathoners do when we're nervous, we talk about the number of marathons we've run, and how we've trained for this one, somehow hoping to convince ourselves that we were ready to tackle the Boston Marathon. I met my training buddy, Aileen, downtown, and we began the long bus ride to Hopkinton. Knowing the marathon course was 26.2 miles, I was surprised by how long the bus ride took. We exited the bus and began the trek to Athlete's Village. The clout around Athlete's Village was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I felt like an Olympian. I half expected trumpets to be announcing our arrival. We did our last minute race preparations, you know, bathroom stops and body glide application, and made our way to our starting corral.<br />
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I remember the gun going off at 10:20, and before I knew it, I was crossing the start line. I was running the Boston Marathon! I had been told one, no 100 too many times to take the first 4 miles easy because it was a rigorous downhill, so I did just that. The pounding of my quads as my feet struck the pavement reminded me to hold back. I knew I needed reserves to get through the four hills at miles 16-21. Aileen and I started together and at some point we lost each other. I was alone in a sea of 23,000 other runners. I felt free. I felt alive. I felt inspired. I reminded myself that less than 5 months ago I gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl, Reagan Elyse. I told myself this marathon may hurt more than labor (I still haven't decided which was worse). I was reminded of the generous people who supported my fundraising efforts to fight human trafficking (<a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson">https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson</a>). I was reminded of my husband, who helped me complete my training on very little sleep with a newborn. And so I ran. And I didn't stop running. At one point I ran past Team Hoyt-the father son duo (if you don't know about Team Hoyt, look them up on youtube, you'll be inspired, I promise). I was overcome with emotion as I saw the father pushing his full grown son. I clapped, teared up, cheered for him, and continued running. People told me your arms get tired at Boston because there are so many kids who want to give high fives. They were right. I playfully high-fived kids when I could. At mile 11, the stomach ache set in. Dang, I've never had digestive issues during a marathon. Why now? And why at mile 11? I figured maybe if I squeezed my cheeks and tried to ignore it, it would go away. No such luck.<br />
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Everyone talks about Heartbreak Hill at mile 21. Nobody talks about the three giant hills leading up to Heartbreak Hill-those three hills are what make that fourth hill a heartbreaker! But I reminded myself that I didn't come to Boston to walk. I came to Boston to do work. So I ran. At about mile 21.5 I could no longer ignore the fact that I needed to go to the bathroom. I bee-lined it to an empty port-o-potty and bee-lined it back on the course. I felt so much better and wished I would have stopped to go sooner. Here's one thing I learned while on the course--everyone wants to be kissed. I saw so many signs reading, "Kiss me I'm Venezuelan", "Kiss me I'm a BC student", "Kiss me I'm single", "Kiss me I'm a runner", "Kiss me I'm Irish". Does anyone really stop to kiss these spectators?! Anyway, I digress. The miles were flying by, and soon enough I was turning onto Boylston Street. I looked at my watch and realized, "OMG, I'm going to freaking PR!" I gave it my last push and crossed the line in 3:29:22--a new PR. The hardest marathon course I had ever run, less than 5 months after a baby, and I PR'd. I cried as I slowly hobbled to get water. I had completed one of my biggest dreams, and done it well! I'm pretty sure pure joy was pumping through my veins.<br />
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The volunteers continued to lead us through the finish line to get our snacks, heat sheets, and medals. I waited in line to retrieve my drop bag, and as I was making my way to the family area I was stopped by medic personnel. I was told that I needed to go to the medic tent as my face was purple (from being cold, and maybe a little in shock). I told her I was fine, and just needed to find my people so I could go home and change, but she said no. She instructed another medic to get a wheelchair for me. I pleaded with her telling her I was fine, but that if I had to go to the medic tent, I could walk. Ignoring my protests, a wheelchair swept me off my feet, and the medic went running with me to the tent. I was checked in, my vitals were taken, and I was soon slurping hot salt water (yum, right?!), as the chicken broth was not gluten free. I believe I stayed in this tent for about 25 minutes before I was released. While I was in the tent, two blocks from the finish line, I heard the boom. It sounded like a giant canon. Too be honest, I didn't think too much of it--it was Patriot's Day--I was in Boston. It seemed only fitting for some reenactment to be taking place to entertain spectators.<br />
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Thinking very little of the boom, I moved on to meet my party. Aileen and I found each other and watched ambulance after ambulance fly by. What was going on? I thought maybe someone had collapsed at the finish line. Whatever happened, it wasn't good. We were still waiting for my friend Shannon, and Aileen's husband, sister, and sister's boyfriend to meet us. Shannon called me to say a bomb had gone off and they were forced to get off the T. A bomb? What was going on? A nearby runner piped in that a bomb had gone off nearby and there was a lot of blood. I pulled out my phone to text Jeremy and my parents, and I had 67 text messages, and numerous missed calls. Ambulances continued to scream by as we waited for Aileen's husband to meet up with the rest of us. I texted Jeremy and my parents to let them know I was safe but instructed them not to call me because I didn't want my battery to die. Phone service was cut off, and my battery continued to dwindle. Law enforcement was urging everyone to get out of the city. We still didn't have Aileen's husband, and we couldn't call him. The T was shut down, taxis were scarce, and people were anxiously scuffling out of the city. Shannon and I weren't able to get to our hotel, so we walked with Aileen and her family to their hotel about two miles away. Walking might be overstating it, Aileen and I were hobbling. So we hobbled, staring at the S.W.A.T. team, armored vehicles, brushing shoulders with FBI personnel, and trying to figure out the best route to their hotel. Minus the screaming sirens and police shouting instructions over loud speakers, the city was still filled with an eerie silence. Not many pedestrians truly knew what was going on. We still didn't know the full extent of what happened. We made it back to Aileen's hotel, turned on the TV and watched the replay of the bombings going off at the finish line. I couldn't believe that just happened. We were right there. I had crossed that same finish line. People were dead. People were hurt. My phone started working again and I called Jeremy and my parents to let them know I was two miles out of the city. Tears stung my cheeks as I showered, replaying everything in my mind.<br />
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Those tears continued this past week every time I thought about what happened. My heart grieves for those who lost loved ones, those who lost limbs, and those who lost hope in humanity. My heart grieves for those who are responsible. People have asked me if I'm tired of sharing my story with everyone who asks, and the answer is no. I imagine people asking me what I experienced because they want to put themselves there with me, and walk with me through this. And I think that's what Jesus did. He met people where they were at, and walked with them. So thank you for asking, and thank you for walking with me. Thank you for allowing me to talk through it all. This blog post feels void of emotion. I think I may still be somewhat numb to all that took place.<br />
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Now I am back at home, away from everything, but not really. I don't think the experience will ever go away. I think I will carry this experience with me forever. I'm not struggling with fear, I'm struggling with confusion. Now that the bombers have been captured, I'm left wrestling with the dichotomy of love and justice. What does justice look like for everyone involved? At the same time I look to scripture. In the book <u>Love Does</u>, by Bob Goff he says, "I don't think Bible verses were meant to be thrown like grenades at each other. They were meant for us to use to point each other toward love and grace and invite us into something much bigger." I think he's right. To throw Scripture like grenades would make us no different from the marathon bombers themselves.<span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
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Everything Jesus did was motivated by love--I love that about Him. So how do we, as Christians, being motivated by love, respond to this tragedy? How do love and justice work together in God's Kingdom? I know that Jesus went to the cross, even for people He knew would never love him back. That being said, what should our response be? I don't have that answer yet. I'm still processing. But here are some things I do know. I know that Jesus was motivated by love, I know that Jesus has called me to follow Him, and do what He did. I'm just trying to figure out what that looks like...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-86528176708556123862012-03-07T08:32:00.002-06:002012-03-07T08:32:50.245-06:00Call to Action<strong><em>1 Corinthians 6:19-20 "Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.</em></strong><br />
Those verses challenge me for so many reasons. They challenge me because they are verses that guide my life. Many people think I'm just a health nut, but there's more to it. We are told that are bodies are temples that house the living God! What an honor! That He would CHOOSE to dwell IN US. Wow. We are not our own, we belong to Him, we were bought at a price, and that bill of sale is the cross of Jesus Christ. Honor God with our bodies--that's what He asks of us. I'm thankful for this freedom. We were bought so we could be free.<br />
I love those verses. But I hate those verses. I hate that not everybody experiences the freedom that was intended for them. As I pour my heart out before the Lord, regarding those who are being sex trafficked, I'm angry that they don't experience this freedom. I'm angry that while it is true that they are not their own, and they too, were bought at a price, yet their price is of monetary value, and comes with slavery, battery, sexual abuse, and severe torture. How can this be? I was bought at a price (the cross of Christ). These women have also been bought at a price (money/slavery). It's a dichotomy that I cannot piece together. I'm angry. And while my anger doesn't paralyze me, it calls me to action.<br />
I want them to be free. I want them to know they are beautiful. I want them to know they are cared for. I want them to know, that they too, have been bought with a price (of immeasurable value), and that payment was Jesus on the cross. I want them to know that although I've never met them, and I've never heard their story, I'm praying for their freedom. <br />
And so I will run. I will take 10 days off of work, and I will run. I will run 20 miles a day, for 10 days across the state of Minnesota, so people will hear of their stories. I will run, so they can be free.<br />
I'm not sure if anybody is reading this. But if you are, would you prayerfully consider partnering with me?<br />
https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-54914475950247164382012-03-05T10:18:00.002-06:002012-03-05T10:18:22.440-06:00Call Me the WhistleblowerThis weekend I had the opportunity to watch the movie, The Whistleblower. Wow. It's <strong><u>not</u></strong> one of those movies you walk away saying, "that was really good." Rather, it's one of those movies you walk away saying, "wow, I can't believe this is happening. I must do something about it." The movie, The Whistleblower, is about a human trafficking ring in Bosnia that is being funded, protected, and engaged by U.S. personnel as well as members of the U.N. international police. Throughout the movie, the main female police officer discovers that the U.N. is aware of the human trafficking ring, and are covering it up to prevent further war in Bosnia. It's shocking to see these women, as slaves, and yet the ones who are supposed to be rescuing them are contributing to their nightmare. It's so hard for me to believe that this is based on a true story...but it is. It's one of those movies that forces you to ask the question, "now that I know about it, what am I going to do about it?" I will be a whistleblower. I will continue to blow my whistle, to raise awareness to the injustices of human trafficking that are taking place. I cannot sit back and let it happen to my sisters all over the world.<br />
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And so it further encourages my pursuit of RunFreeMN. This summer, I am taking 10 days, and I will be running 200 miles, across the state of Minnesota, to raise awareness and funds to help the fight against global human trafficking. I will continue to push the issue. I want people to know. I want people to feel uncomfortable. I want people to know that people are hurting, while this industry is thriving. I want to run, because they can't. I want to run so they can be free. I want to run because I know my trip can engage others in the story of hope. <br />
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Throughout the month of March, I will be posting one statistic on human trafficking, along with a scripture verse relating to justice.<br />
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Will you be a whistleblower? Please consider donating to my RunFreeMN trip here: <a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson">https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson</a><br />
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Thank you for believing in me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-69649516574930106822012-03-01T15:19:00.000-06:002012-03-01T15:19:37.801-06:00RUN:FREEThis summer (last week of June, through the first week of July), I will be running across the state of Minnesota. Call me crazy, because really, it is. I will be starting in Watertown, SD, and running eastward, ending near Prescott, WI, totaling over 200 miles, in two weeks. Why? Why am I doing this? I am doing this because all over the world (including the U.S.--we are NOT exempt), women and children are illegally being bought and sold into sex slavery, everyday. The largest number of women sent to Las Vegas, and forced into sex slavery in the United States, come from my backyard, Minneapolis. There are more human slaves today, than when slavery was legal. Rather than running miles and miles because I love running, I have the opportunity to run for the joy of helping those affected by human trafficking. There is an organization in China call Eden Ministries, which provides support to women who have been rescued and delivered from human trafficking. They provide resources and an opportunity for a new life. They teach women a trade, such as weaving, jewelry making, etc, so they may become self-sustaining women, and not have to return to their former life. I can run. And I want to make a difference.<br />
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I am running through an organization called Venture Expeditions, which is a non-profit organization that provides an opportunity to raise awareness and funds that benefit social justice causes, and make a difference in the world. You can see the kind of miles I'll be running through this link: http://www.ventureexpeditions.org/page/runfree-1 <br />
If you would like to join me on this run, I would LOVE it!!!<br />
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If you are interested in supporting me in this journey, here's how you can help. First, you can be praying. Pray for the people who are affected by human trafficking. Pray for the offenders who are running the sex trafficking business. Pray for me, that I would remain healthy, strong, and smart as I embark on this journey. Second, you can donate money! 100% of the donations will be going to Eden Ministries to help these women. You can donate here: <a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson">https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson</a><br />
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Third, you can spread the word. The more we can make people aware, the greater chance we have at putting an end to human trafficking. And fourth, if you'd like to buy me a pair of running shoes, hey, I wouldn't turn them down, as I'm going through a pair every two months! ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-7255333342821248562012-02-10T11:45:00.000-06:002012-02-10T11:45:41.491-06:00Day 26: Two Days to Go!We've reached day 26 of our Engine 2 eating, which has consisted of <strong><span style="font-size: large;">no</span></strong> meat, dairy, eggs, oil, and of course gluten! Days have looked similar to this:<br />
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Breakfast: GF rolled oats stuffed squash with cinnamon. Very filling, warm, and energizing.<br />
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Lunch: Spinach salad topped with edammame, yellow bell peppers, onions, cucumbers, carrots, quinoa, pinto beans, with fresh lemon juice to taste. <br />
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Dinner: Romain lettuce wraps filled with onions, peppers, green lentils, and salsa, with garlicy brussel sprouts on the side.<br />
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I'm by no means going hungry these days! I'm learning to fuel my body with quinoa/brown rice and beans/lentils/legumes, and I'm loving it!<br />
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Another dinner consisted of Salsa and black bean soup, with home made corn tortilla chips topped with Mrs. Dash Spicy Chipotle Seasoning. Warms this soul, especially during the cold nights we've had this week. From start to finish, this recipe took a whopping 15 minutes! I love it!!!<br />
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Another favorite I've discovered....<br />
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Yep, you've guessed it! Mashed cauliflower!! I added nutritional yeast, rosemary, salt and pepper. I'm not a huge fan of cauliflower to begin with, but I thought I'd give this recipe a try! I'm so glad I did. It has quickly become a favorite. Simply steam the califlower until it falls apart, drain, puree in blender, add nutritional yeast, rosemary, salt and pepper, continue pureeing, and done! If the blender gets stuck, simply add a little water. If you want an extra flaky crust, you can pop it in the over for about 20 minutes-DELISH!!! <br />
All of this good eating has been coupled with awesome training runs. Here's the week rundown so far:<br />
Monday: 9 miles <br />
Tuesday: 13 miles <br />
Wednesday: Rest<br />
Thursday: 14 miles<br />
Friday: We'll see...today is going to be a two-a-day kind of day. I ran 9 miles this morning. We'll see what lunch brings. I'm hoping to have today count as my "long run" day, so I don't have to go long in the cold and fierce winds tomorrow.<br />
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All of this running, it is preparing my legs, my lungs, and my heart for my Run Free MN trip! Some mornings are harder to roll out of bed than others. I continue to remind myself that I'm running for reasons beyond myself. As I put on the layers, and lace up my kicks, I pray for the women who are being trafficked. As I drive to St. Paul to meet up with running buddies, I pray for a change of heart in the pimps organizing these trades. And during many of my runs, I pray for the men who continue to fund this slavery. And then I thank God that I am able to be a part of the solution. The hope story. Please consider supporting me here: <a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson">https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson</a> Thank you for believing that I can do this!!!<br />
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Bob's Red Mill Gluten Free Rolled Oats with blackberries, blue berries and banana slices, tossed with cinnamon and almond milk. This has been a great breakfast, and easy to make at my desk. It has left me full until lunch time-for which I am grateful!</div>
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Jeremy read a statistic that many people consume as many as 1,200 calories while watching the Superbowl!!! We were not a part of that statistic. Instead, we made healthy "pizzas" if you can call them that. Regardless, they were yummy. <br />
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Corn tortillas, with roasted red pepper hummus, spinach, onions, peppers, mushrooms, avacados, and nutritional yeast, all baked in the oven! It tasted great! For a snack during the game, we had airpopped popcorn with Mrs. Dash seasoning. I chose to spray my popcorn with vegetable broth which helped the seasoning stick to the kernels. That too was great. Again, we were not a part of the statistic, but still ate well.<br />
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Nutrition is feeling wonderful. For that I am grateful. My training has been awesome as well! I ran 21 miles on Saturday and it felt great!!! A friend and I went out for 18 miles, and were able to maintain a 7:36 pace. I then went home and did 3 more miles on the treadmill, so I could run with Jeremy, and those miles felt great too! Sunday was followed by a 5 mile run at an average pace of 7:08, which surprised me given the miles I had logged the day before. This morning, we went out for a hilly 9 mile run, and were able to maintain a 7:21 average pace!!! I can feel myself getting stronger every week. I really do believe this new eating plan has something to do with it! I am not running all of these miles simply because I'm training for a marathon. Yes, it's true, I'm running the Fargo Marathon in the middle of May, but there is a greater agenda on my heart. I'm beating my body into submission for reasons beyond myself. It's not simply navel-gazing and wanting to become a better runner (although that never hurts if it's a byproduct). Instead, I look to the adventure that awaits me this summer. Again, another reason to be grateful.<br />
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Sometimes I still get stuck in "Wow-Land" over the fact that this summer I will be running across the state of Minnesota! From Watertown, SD, to Wisconsin. Over 200 miles, in less than two weeks time! To raise awareness and funds for human trafficking. As I continue to educate myself with information on this sad reality, it only fuels the fire for which I will be running. Two weeks ago, Jeremy and I were able to attend Banquet for the Broken, which was a banquet supporting a ministry that works with former trafficked women in Moldova. Just hearing their stories makes everything so much more real. It's really happening. Women are really being forced/tricked into sex slavery. It is not their choice. What's more alarming to most people is that it is also happening in the US--we are not immune! Last year I learned that the largest volume of women in the U.S. who are trafficked, come from Minneapolis, and are sent to Las Vegas, where prostitution is legal, and are forced into that lifestyle. Yes, Minneapolis. It's happening here. But we can make a difference! And so I go to bed at 8:30pm. I get up at 4:15am. I run a ton of miles. And then I go to work. And I dream about freedom for these women. I dream about restoration. I dream about running. I dream about making a difference. And in a few months, I will be taking part in this adventure. I will be a part of the hope story. I am grateful for the opportunity. I am grateful for my health. I am grateful for my encouraging support system. If you're interested, you can support me here: <a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson">https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson</a><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-13981088473383145912012-01-25T18:01:00.001-06:002012-01-25T18:01:15.486-06:00Too Much Fun ExperimentingThe great thing about this Engine 2 Challenge is that I am trying things I never would have imagined cooking/eating. I spend my lunch break browsing the internet searching for new recipes to try. I've found some great ones! Here are some pictures of recent recipes:<br />
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This is the green lentil soup with turnips, carrots, celery, and diced tomatoes. We enjoyed this soup with Aileen, while laughing over episodes of The Big Bang Theory<br />
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Dehydrated plantains with sea salt. I bought plantains from Trader Joe's a while back, and wanted to see if I could make my own--turns out, I can! And they're so good when I need a crunch!<br />
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<br />Stuffed acorn squash with quinoa and black beans. This was dinner tonight, and it was awesome! This was my first experience with acorn squash. To be honest, I can't really taste the difference between acorn squash and butternut squash-I like them both!<br />
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In the oven, honey roasted "nuts" aka chickpeas. Stay tuned!<br />
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PS-with all this talk about food, I haven't mentioned training much. I'm still running 63-70 miles a week, promise :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-921468761770790142012-01-23T14:49:00.001-06:002012-01-23T14:49:24.704-06:00Week 2: Day 8Jeremy and I made it through our first week on the E2 Challenge! It will filled with creative recipes, and sometimes modge podge recipes, depending on how the fridge was stocked.<br />
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I am pleased to acknolwedge that it has not been nearly as difficult as I had imagined. I was very concerned about sweet cravings, snacking, and simply being hungry. I have noticed so many positive benefits to eating plant based, and it's only been 1 week. Both Jeremy and I admitted to having more energy, which is great! I have woken up feeling alert and refreshed! When I start to crave sweet things, which still happens, I satisfy it with raisins or figs. It is working, and I haven't strayed. No meat, no dairy, no eggs, no oil. But plenty of fruits, veggies, brown rice, and beans. Lots and lots of beans! Black beans, pinto beans, garbanzo beans, and other multi-colored beans.<br />
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This week I made stuffed squash, see below: <br />
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Stuffed with brown rice, black beans, yellow peppers, and onions. It was quite tasty, and extremely filling! Jeremy even gave it a whirl. As much as I wish he was, he is not a fan of squash, BUT, he did try it. And he definitely ate everything but the squash. I'm proud of his efforts, and beyond grateful for his partnership in this journey!<br />
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On Saturday, I was supposed to have a couple girlfriends over for a plant-strong "bring an item" dinner. However, one of my girlfriends got sick, which meant it was my buddy Aileen, Jeremy, and myself. We had "Cheesy" Kale chips (because obviously there wasn't any cheese on the kale chips), carrots and hummus and lentil dip, green lentil soup (which was fabulous), and cinnabon smoothies for dessert. The lentil soup was much more satisfying than I had anticipated. It was so good! The best part is, everybody liked it! <br />
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Having been gluten-free for years now, I am embarrased to mention that I have never tried quinoa. Well, let me back up. I've tried quinoa flakes, but that's it. After 3 stops, I finally found quinoa, and am looking forward to trying it this week.<br />
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I am loving the energy I have from this eating lifestyle. Not only do I have more energy, but I also feel better rested. I have been waking up thinking, "I'm ready to be up!" As opposed to my, "Is it really 4:15AM?! Why do I do this?!" I also started reading a book called Thrive. It is about plant-based eating and optimal endurance sport performance. It is so intruiging and inspiring to learn how endurance athletes not only survive, but THRIVE on a plant-based diet.<br />
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I also found a vegan restaurant in Minneapolis that I'd like to try--The Ecopolitan. Has anyone been there? They look like they are very good with gluten-free requests too!<br />
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Happy eating!<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-46796374453050290242012-01-19T09:27:00.002-06:002012-01-19T09:27:29.804-06:00Taking My Mind Off this WeatherToday was the coldest day (windchill) that I remember--in my lifetime!<br />
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Are you reading that? -32 windchill. <br />
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Needless to say, the past three days I have been huffing it on the treadmill. Back to back to back, 12 milers, on the treadmill. Let me be honest, I'd rather be outside anyday; however, given the circumstances, the treadmill has not been as horrific as I had imagined.<br />
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I'm on day 4 of the Engine 2 diet. Too be honest, I am amazed at how well my body is doing! I was nervous about a few things. One, I was concerned about my protein intake, that it might be too low. That has not been an issue! I'm eating plenty of brown rice and beans (black beans, garbanzo beans). My energy levels have been great. I have not been hitting the afternoon slum like I thought I would. I have energy, I feel satisfied, and I am impressed with how my body is responding. Second, I was concerned about my sweet tooth. I often get cravings to sweet treats. I'm talking chocolatey goodness (which is obviously not E2 approved). I have not really had any bad cravings. Whenever I feel the need for something sweet, I munch on no sugar added/no oil added raisins and that seems to do the trick. For a pre-run snack, I've been consuming dried figs--so good and a great energy boost!<br />
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Between the cold weather, and a new way of eating, Jeremy and I have been tackling one of our New Year's resolutions--to cook together and try new things! It has been fun to look through my new cookbook (Everyday Happy Herbivore), and find new recipes to make. Jeremy has been quite the champ, and so willing to cook alongside me. It has been quite the adventure. I've also made some great snacks. I made kale chips this week, take a look: <br />
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They were called "Cheesy Kale Chips", however, they don't involved cheese, since that's not E2 approved. They are absolutely fantastic! They sell these vegan friendly treats at Whole Foods, but they are so pricy! This is a cheap way to enjoy such a wonderful snack!!!<br />
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Breakfast yesterday was also quite scrumptious. Nothing fancy, but peanut butter and sliced bananas atop brown rice cakes seems pretty fabulous:<br />
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Yes, I prepared my breakfast at work on my notes-don't judge ;)<br />
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My lunch salads have been terrific as well. Rather than simply adding veggies to my salad, I've been adding garbanzo and black beans for added protein:<br />
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These salads have created a party in my mouth! Seriously.<br />
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Not only have I been exploring with new foods, meals, snacks, etc., but I am feeling refreshed. I'm not as tired, and I have a lot of support from great friends. Between Shannon, Deanna, Aileen, and of course Jeremy, I have people to turn to when the going gets tough (which it hasn't gotten tough yet), but I know I have support for when I'm feeling weak. It's encouraging to have people in my life who support a healthy lifestyle, and don't judge to look down upon this new lifestyle I am exploring. Sometimes I worry that stress or emotions might derail this effort, but it hasn't so far. We received some pretty tough family news last night about Jeremy's brother. He's having major surgery today. That fueled my run this morning and gave me 90 minutes of solid prayer time for him. I am encouraged by Jesus' words: "Then Jesus told his disciples...that they should always pray and not give up" (Luke 18:1). So I will pray, and I will not give up. I know that my God is near to those who call on His name. He is the Great Healer, the Living God, the Lord Almighty, my Rock, my Redeemer, my portion. I do not have to be afraid, and will continue to proclaim His goodness because I know that He is able to do imagineably more than I could ever imagine.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-91350409017313992122012-01-17T12:55:00.001-06:002012-01-17T12:55:58.051-06:00Day 2: You Are Not Your OwnIt's lunch time on Day 2, and I spent my lunch break drooling over healthy recipes that I plan to make over the next few weeks (such as mashed cauliflower, kale chips, stuffed winter squash, etc). Then I received this text from Jeremy showing me his lunch, see below:<br />
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(Corn tortillas with brown rice, black beans, red peppers, onions, black beans, and Chipotle Cholua hot sauce)-->Well done babe! See, eating healthy can be incredibly tasteful. He has one up on me, given he can go home for lunch and actually cook. Even still, leftovers seem to be working just fine for me.<br />
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I also spent a portion of my lunch break reading the article (see link below), on Paula Deen. She was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes three years ago; however, she's been hiding it from the public, until now, when she revealed it on the Today Show. <br />
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What is more sad about this diagnosis is that she makes no plans to change. She has acknowledged a severe health problem, yet refuses to change her eating patterns. It is disappointing that a spotlight figure has an opportunity to take a stand, and be a leader in the cooking world, yet refuses to do so. Rather than promoting healthy meals, she is promoting drugs as a solution to the greater problem she is wrestling with. While no one food has been contributed to the cause of diabetes, one factor has, and that is obesity. And obesity can be controlled, halted, and reversed by nutrition. We see season after season on The Biggest Loser, contestants reversing their diabetes through their nutrition/weight loss. They are set free from insulin shots/pump. This is one more reason that has fueled my fire for the plant-based diet. If I have an opportunity to positively impact my health, long-term, and halt genetically passed health conditions, why would I not jump on that bandwagon? <br />
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Many of you know that I am incredibly passionate about a healthy, holistic lifestyle. For me it is an act of worship. I believe strongly, that taking care of our bodies honors God. In 1 Corinthians 6:19-20, Paul says, <br />
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<em>"Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies." </em><br />
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Our bodies do not belong to us. We are not our own. When you borrow something from someone, you don't treat that item like trash, and return the item back to the owner in worse condition, do you? Most of us would agree, when we borrow something from someone, we do our very best to return that item in its same condition. Why would we not do the very same thing with our bodies? Why not take as best care of our bodies as we can, until we go to meet our Maker? Our bodies are not our own. We were bought at a price, and that bill of sale is the cross of Jesus Christ.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-25691192470682999372012-01-16T19:48:00.002-06:002012-01-16T19:48:21.147-06:00Engine 2 Diet: Day 1I mentioned last week I would commit to blogging more frequently. I'd like to say that I will blog every day for the next 28 days, but I'm not going to promise that. Today marks the first day of the Engine 2 Challenge. I am participating in this challenge with Jeremy, my co-workers Shannon and Deanna, and a group from Whole Foods in St. Paul. The Engine 2 Diet is based on the research provided from The China Study, and further research from Dr. Esselstyn suggesting the positive impact of a plant based diet. At first I was skeptical as to whether I could get enough protein, as an athlete, from plants! However, after doing more research I've learned I can get enough protein to fuel my body through plants, beans, and whole grains. We watched the movie Forks Over Knives, and were blown away by the research showing proof that a plant based diet can actually reverse heart disease, certain types of cancer, and diabetes! I was also shocked to learn that the U.S. is the number one consumer of milk, yet we have the highest rate of osteoporosis and bone fractures, suggesting that milk is not keeping our bones strong like we originally believed. <br />
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So for the next 28 days, Jeremy, Deanna, Shannon, and I have committed to eating only vegetables, fruits, beans, whole grains (oatmeal, brown rice, quinoa, etc). No meat, dairy, eggs, or oil. If we notice a positive difference in how we feel, Jeremy and I may commit to a similar lifestyle going forward. But for right now, let's take it one day at a time.<br />
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We spent most of today traveling, so eating was tough, but we did it. Here was our dinner tonight:<br />
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YUMMO!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-55584129319563495522012-01-12T18:24:00.001-06:002012-01-12T18:24:15.767-06:00Miles and Miles...Because I Care-RUN:FREEIt is clear that I am not good at blogging faithfully; however, that is about to change, starting next week. There is much to update, so this post will most likely be a conglomeration on things I want to catch up on related to this blog. Much of this blog has been about running, and how I find Jesus, and more of myself through running. <br />
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I have continued to log high volume weeks of running, week after week. I usually end up running 60+ mile weeks. I was able to end the year with my highest mileage week ever: 70 miles!!! See log below.<br />
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<b>I ended 2011 with 2,316 total miles run!!!</b> This was the first year I logged my miles in a book, so I can't compare it to any other year, but I'm pretty sure it's a record year for me. What is more amazing is that I took 9 weeks off (when I had my stress fracture), and was still able to do that many miles. And while most people ran on January 1st, starting their New Year's Resolutions, or simply trying to start their year off right, I said, "Whatever, I just ran 70 miles, I'm not doing anything!"<br />
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People have continued to ask my why I'm logging so many miles. They often ask, "what race are you training for?" I'm not training for a race. Well, technically I'm running the Fargo Marathon in May. And while I'm hoping to set a new PR at the flat and fast Fargo Marathon, I'm training for something greater. I'm taking on a challenge that is bigger than me. When I think about it, my stomach knots up, wondering if I'm capable of accomplishing what I'm setting out to do.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>This is where it get's crazy.......</b></span><br />
This summer (last week of June, through the first week of July), I will be running across the state of Minnesota. Call me crazy, because really, it is. I will be starting in Watertown, SD, and running eastward, ending near Prescott, WI, totaling over 200 miles, in two weeks. Why? Why am I doing this? I am doing this because all over the world (including the U.S.--we are NOT exempt), women and children are illegally being bought and sold into sex slavery, everyday. The largest number of women sent to Las Vegas, and forced into sex
slavery in the United States, come from my backyard, Minneapolis. There
are more human slaves today, than when slavery was legal. Rather than
running miles and miles because I love running, I have the
opportunity to run for the joy of helping those affected by <span style="font-size: large;">human
trafficking. </span> There is an organization in China call <span style="font-size: large;">Eden Ministries,</span> which provides support to women who have been rescued and delivered from human trafficking. They provide resources and an opportunity for a new life. They teach women a trade, such as weaving, jewelry making, etc, so they may become self-sustaining women, and not have to return to their former life. <span style="font-size: large;">I can run. And I want to make a difference.</span><br />
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I am running through an organization called <span style="font-size: large;">Venture Expeditions</span>, which is a non-profit organization that provides an opportunity to raise awareness and funds that benefit social justice causes, and make a difference in the world. You can see the kind of miles I'll be running through this link:<span style="font-size: large;"> http://www.ventureexpeditions.org/page/runfree-1 </span><br />
If you would like to join me on this run, I would LOVE it!!!<br />
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If you are interested in supporting me in this journey, here's how you can help. <span style="font-size: large;">First, you can be praying.</span> Pray for the people who are affected by human trafficking. Pray for the offenders who are running the sex trafficking business. Pray for me, that I would remain healthy, strong, and smart as I embark on this journey. Second, you can donate money! 100% of the donations will be going to Eden Ministries to help these women. <span style="font-size: large;">You can donate here: <a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson" target="_blank"></a><a href="https://ventureexpeditions.missionsconnex.com/BreeWilliamson" target="_blank">https://ventureexpeditions.<wbr></wbr>missionsconnex.com/<wbr></wbr>BreeWilliamson</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Third, you can spread the word. The more we can make people aware, the greater chance we have at putting an end to human trafficking. And fourth, if you'd like to buy me a pair of running shoes, hey, I wouldn't turn them down, as I'm going through a pair every two months! ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-84384710582671760302011-12-15T14:49:00.004-06:002011-12-15T15:17:43.881-06:00Turkey Trot AdventuresThanksgiving was something special this year. I have made it a tradition to run the Turkey Trot 5K every year-even last year-even in -12 degree windchill I might add. I had the privilege to run the Turkey Trot 5K this year with my mom! Not only was it her first time running the Turkey Trot 5K, but it was her first 5K race experience EVER!!! I have been begging her to run a race for years. She runs regularly, but had never done a race. I promised her that I would run every step of the way with her, if she committed to it. And sure enough, she signed up!<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Prior to the start of the race, my running buddy, Aileen and I ran 9 miles around Minneapolis. We made it back to my apartment in time to change into dry running clothes, meet up with Austin, Meghan, and Jeremy, and run to the start line to meet my mom (another mile). Note that, 10 miles prior Turkey Trot 5k. It was a near perfect day on Thanksgiving, unusually warm, and not windy. I met up with my mom and we found our way into the start corral. There were more people running the race than I had ever seen in the past! It took us a couple minutes to even cross the start line once the race began. We crossed the start line, and started making our way towards the river. There were so many people, dogs, strollers, walkers, we had to zig zag in and out of clusters of people. But we stuck together. We made it to the river, passed the Guthrie Theatre, passed the Stone Arch Bridge, enjoyed the panoramic view, and made our way up the only hill in the race. I prepped my mom saying, "Okay, there's a hill coming up, and people will stop and walk it. But don't stop. Let's just get up the hill and it will be over." She agreed, and we made it up the hill. After the hill we made it back into downtown again. When we were about a quarter mile from the finish line, I called my Dad to tell him we were close, and to have his camera ready. We crossed the finish line, holding hands, celebrating our victory together! My mom's first 5k, and I got to run it with her! It was such a fun experience and I was so proud of her. After the race, I heard my mom talking about other races: 10Ks, 10 milers, half marathons. I knew it would only take one race and she'd be hooked!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyPqU9LvxXTupb5fje81v7G8W6cReD8Hp8nbm4IEw6-QhGIVawX2R_VW_jQzprca7ibkyQetzPsnFSFN5CXnmH9nefKr5FEXgCkAVh7AZyx729p0LT2meOr68WZYiuHPRrBP-C9bQp2A/s1600/TurkeyTrot.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686465874185844530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyPqU9LvxXTupb5fje81v7G8W6cReD8Hp8nbm4IEw6-QhGIVawX2R_VW_jQzprca7ibkyQetzPsnFSFN5CXnmH9nefKr5FEXgCkAVh7AZyx729p0LT2meOr68WZYiuHPRrBP-C9bQp2A/s320/TurkeyTrot.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I had another really good friend, Kristi, who ran the Turkey Trot, and it was her first 5K too! I was so thankful to be able to be a part of both Kristi and my mom's first 5k experiences. It is fun to celebrate with people, as they accomplish their goals! Both of them ran the whole way-NO WALKING!<br /></div><br /><div>I should also note that Jeremy decided to take this opportunity to beat me in this race. In his words, "this might be my only chance." I wouldn't trade my Turkey Trot 5K experience for the world! Next year we're hoping to rope my dad into it. Who knows, maybe we'll even get my brother, and make it a family tradition :)</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-74189196751938482752011-10-27T08:50:00.003-05:002011-10-27T09:02:08.855-05:00Reflections from TCM 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeInfWmr1FT9SaH8jh_2LUeCF1v7cNC7FExh3PvZN9pPSGbt7q5JP52KM6QdczbFEq__6j-yNOmxF_02PPN_M3tKIi5_F_z5YXPRdXur7IvpxWxz_TTHwJoJNoV4nBtCb-fqYEzZUOJw/s1600/Bree%2526JerTCM.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668171873784346018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeInfWmr1FT9SaH8jh_2LUeCF1v7cNC7FExh3PvZN9pPSGbt7q5JP52KM6QdczbFEq__6j-yNOmxF_02PPN_M3tKIi5_F_z5YXPRdXur7IvpxWxz_TTHwJoJNoV4nBtCb-fqYEzZUOJw/s320/Bree%2526JerTCM.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI3nNkQh4FN86j-F7JJiB94Pr9DTl7B_-Ch9q0b2jVSWU7bedS6TCcl3PKUF0cyVvpCIK5XqYL5hOukx20g0b5i6RVOfl_JPmPQVLzlkhzQKlhqGItl0kw43EYnH1PLujR95a_pQwVks/s1600/TCM2011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668171130953034962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI3nNkQh4FN86j-F7JJiB94Pr9DTl7B_-Ch9q0b2jVSWU7bedS6TCcl3PKUF0cyVvpCIK5XqYL5hOukx20g0b5i6RVOfl_JPmPQVLzlkhzQKlhqGItl0kw43EYnH1PLujR95a_pQwVks/s320/TCM2011.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>With weeks leading up to TCM, I had a plan in place. I had studied the map as if it was my job. I knew the inclines, I knew the turns, I knew I wanted to PR, and re-qualify for Boston. I had done months of training, post-stress fracture, and logged 60-65 mile weeks for two months straight! I was ready for my hard work to pay off. As I studied the map, I developed my strategy. I didn’t think it was possible to negative split TCM. The hills are at the end. Pair that with the fatigue that comes with running a marathon, and increasing temperatures, and it’s a recipe for disaster-for me, at least. I determined I could run between 7:30-7:45 for the first 16-18 miles. If I held that pace, I knew it would create a buffer of time, to struggle at the end. That is exactly what I did, and that is exactly what happened. I ran faster at the beginning, and I struggled at the end. A co-worker, training buddy, and truly, a friend, Jon Webster, decided the Thursday before the marathon to run and pace me! Jon is not your average runner. An average runner doesn’t jump into a marathon the Thursday before. He is an incredibly talented athlete, and I am truly honored that he chose to help me reach my goal. A longtime friend, Dan Bare, decided that since he was not in BQ-shape himself (due to an earlier injury), he would help me reach my goal. In the words of Dan, “I could run faster, miss Boston by a decent gap, and be by myself the whole race. Or, I could help you reach your goal, and run the race with a friend. The second option is more appealing.” And that is what he did. With the help of Jon and Dan, I reached my goal of another BQ, under the more stringent qualifying standards. For that, I am so grateful and still humbled by how they helped me. This document is a work in progress, and I will probably add to it as I continue to process. For those willing to read the entire thing, thank you. Here is my story.<br /><br /><strong>Miles 1-3:</strong> Dan and I were waiting patiently in corral 1, ready to begin our race. It was a beautiful day. Cool temps, and not much wind. It truly couldn’t have gotten much better. Jon was in corral 2, as he ran in place of Jeremy, who bowed out due to injury. We hoped to find each other between miles 3-4. Where did these miles go? I felt my taper, and am so thankful I listened to the recipe for success. First mile was slow, due to so many people. Second and third miles were 7:15s-I was feeling good, but knew I needed to slow down so I didn’t burn out later. Seeing my XC runners after mile 2 definitely added a pep in my step! Maybe too much pep! I couldn’t help but move when I saw and heard them cheering! I started wondering where Jon was after we passed mile 3. I knew we had started faster than expected, but thought the first mile had slowed us down enough to compensate. I was concerned Jon was going to pass us without even realizing it!<br /><br /><strong>Miles 4-7:</strong> Jon caught up with us and I was relieved to have Dan, Jon, and myself all together. Jon and Dan hit it off really well, discussing races, ability, and PRs. We found my new friend, Gary, from Lifetime Fitness during this time, but he passed us, and stayed ahead the entire course to eventually pull off an amazing PR of 3:25:19! Minus the little incline in between Lake Calhoun and Lake Harriet, this portion of the race was flat. I had been concerned about the incline after mile 6 (between the lakes) because I remember what a beast it was climbing it multiple times during COL25K. The incline really didn’t even affect me at all. I didn’t feel psyched out, and I didn’t feel my heart rate elevate much. I used this stretch of miles to really pray for my fellow friends running TCM-many of them for the first time.<br /><br /><strong>Miles 8-13:</strong> These miles also seemed to breeze by. I remember the incline on the Parkway around mile 8. The parkway is hillier than the running trail that runs by the creek. Even with that incline, I wasn’t concerned, and charged up the hill, to be greeted with flat terrain the next few miles. At some point during this stretch, I saw some of my XC team, and felt another surge of energy as we passed them. I knew my parents were going to be somewhere around Lake Nokomis and Cedar Ave, however, I wasn’t sure what mile I would actually see them at. The bridge at Lake Nokomis ended up being surprisingly windy! Nothing too scary but definitely noticeable. They ended up being at the end of the Cedar Ave bridge around Lake Nokomis. Up to this point, I was still feeling strong, and care-free. I was so excited to see my Dad, Mom, Grandma, and Mike! It gave me a burst of energy! The three of us yelled happy birthday at my Mom, and I was pleased we all had the energy/ambition to do so! My dad lifted up his shirt, to show me the St. John’s shirt that Jeff Winkleman won and gave to him while he was in the hospital. Soon enough we had passed the half marathon mark, and were closer to the finish line than the start line!<br /><br /><strong>Miles 14-19:</strong> At this point, I was still feeling good, and was reminded to pray for my friends that were running. These miles felt relatively easy as well. I trained along this road all winter and summer. I knew the slight ups and downs of this curvy road. We tried to keep the tangents as best we could. There were some sunny patches along the road, but nothing that concerned me too much. The incline up to the Franklin Bridge was short, but I felt it. We got up the hill, and my heart didn’t feel too overwhelmed. After the bridge, I knew we were approaching the hills of the river parkway. At mile 18, my stellar personal training client Kent and his beautiful new bride, Sue, were waiting and cheering me on! I had trained for so long on these hills, and I knew they were coming. I was still feeling decent, and so I was trying to prepare mentally. And by decent, I mean, I felt like I had run 19 miles, but knew I could keep going. I know I saw more of my team, and more friends along the course, however, I can’t remember who all I saw, and at what point.<br /><br /><strong>Miles 20-21:</strong> These miles were extremely challenging. My parents appeared around mile 20, and I was so encouraged to see their faces! Shortly after mile 20, I saw my co-worker, and girlfriend, Kara. She was on one of the hills along the river parkway, just as we had planned. Ready with a sign, loud cheering, and an encouraging smile. I made eye contact for only a moment, and I hope she saw how much she had encouraged me in my eyes, because I’m not sure I gave her much more. A spectator will never fully understand the importance of that brief moment, and how much encouragement it brings a runner. The effect of the moment outlives the moment itself. This is where the wheels started to fall off for me. We came to the first hill, under the Lake Street Bridge. I tried to stay calm and take on the hill. At this point, it felt like work, it felt hard, but I knew I had it in me. My quads were feeling the pain, but I knew this was only a baby hill compared to what was to come. The second hill is the hill right before the dreaded St. Thomas hill. I steadied myself, and kept trucking. I was hurting, but I wasn’t going to stop. Jon kept reminding me to think about my form, to stay light, and to stay loose. I remember at one point saying, “I’m so tired,” and Dan said, “We’re all tired at this point, we gotta keep going.” That was so encouraging! To hear that I wasn’t the only tired person at this pace helped me continue to put one foot in front of the other. And then we got to the St. Thomas hill….I had run this hill so many times, I knew it so well. I had climbed it so many times. Prior to the St. Thomas hill, I had not stopped to walk-not even at water/Powerade stations. I knew the pain of starting and stopping, and didn’t want to go there. Also, once you walk, it gets stuck in your head that “I’ve walked already, so….” But at mile 21.5, I cracked-and I walked. Looking back, I am disappointed that I stopped to walk at a place that was not a water/Powerade station. I wish I could have held out until the next station at mile 22. My quads felt as if they were going to bust out of my legs-right through my skin! Obviously this was not going to happen, but that was the pain I was experiencing. On this hill, the 3:30 pace group passed us. Up to this point, my understanding had been that we were on pace for 3:25, so seeing the 3:30 pacer caught me off guard-they were clearly ahead of their target, and Jon confirmed that! The pacer tried to encourage me to stick with him, get up the hill, and tough it out. But my legs needed reprieve! So I walked for a few seconds, and started back up again. Jon reminded me to start up slowly, and not jump back into the same pace. At the top of the hill, I saw my buddy Trey-he put his coaching hat on and encouraged me and reminded me of the work I had already done. Both Jon and Dan reminded me how little we had left. We turned onto Cretin Ave, and then onto Summit Ave. The first person I saw on Summit Ave was Meghan Smith, my girl, running and yelling “Go Bree! That’s my coach! That’s my coach!” That’s all I heard and all I remember. But I remember that it meant something, and I was filled with emotion. Then I saw my client, Pam, jumping up and down, cheering for me. I’ve cheered her on in her running journey, and her weight loss journey, and now she was cheering for me. I had to keep going. I had made it to St. Thomas! Another one of my clients, Brittany, was at St. Thomas with a sign, rooting for me, and so I kept going. This was also the first place I saw my best friend, biggest fan, and the love of my life, my husband. Jeremy is the person who puts up with the months of training leading up to the marathon. He is the one who reminds me what I’m capable of when I forget. At this point, I knew I had to keep going. But it the struggle wasn’t over…..<br /></div><br /><div><br /><strong>Miles 22-23:</strong> Summit Ave climbs. I knew I only had about another mile of climbing, and it would get better. I kept breaking the mile down in my head-Summit Ave to Prior Ave, and Prior Ave to Snelling Ave, and then I’m done with hills (for the most part). Jon kept saying, “Just take it one mile at a time, we’ll walk through the water stops, and then start back up again.” I needed that. Dan kept saying, “Just one foot in front of the other. Each step is putting you closer to the finish.” I needed to break the last few miles into small, incremental, yet attainable steps. So we climbed the hill, and made it to mile 23, walked, got some water/powerade, and we were off again. At this point, my body didn’t NEED the water and the Powerade, but I kept saying that I did because I needed the walking break-and truthfully, the mental break.<br /><br /><strong>Miles 24-26:</strong> And so we continued. One water/Powerade station at a time. We’d run until we got to the station, we got fluids, and started back up again. At this point, the worst was over! We were truly on our way to the capital, and I was on my way to a PR. With all the stops, I knew I had lost my opportunity to run a 3:30 or better; however, I knew I was going to run a big fatty PR that I could be proud of! I was breathing heaving, I think I was groaning, and I was most certainly hurting. Most people forget there is a hill during mile 25, because they’re so close to being done, but I didn’t forget. I saw it, and I felt it, but I kept going. As we got to the top of the hill, I could see the down hill, and I could see the finish. And that was all I needed.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 26-26.2:</strong> I was at the end, and I was going to finish strong. I wasn’t sure I had any kick left, as my quads felt shot, but according to my trusty Garmin, I pumped out a 6:45 sprint to the end! With the support and encouragement of my friends Jon and Dan, and all my friends and family along the course, I had done it! 3:31:30!!! (Prior to TCM, my PR was 3:39:07, held at the Chicago Marathon-which is a completely FLAT course-not one hill). I had shaved almost 8 minutes off my marathon time-ON A MORE DIFFICULT COURSE! That was something I could be proud of.<br /><br />I am still reflecting on what this marathon meant to me. I don’t know that I have had enough time to process everything I learned through this race, but know that it’s coming. There are a few things I have processed: Running a marathon is not pretty, or easy-for anyone! People care deeply about me, and demonstrated that by supporting me in this process. I feel God’s presence as I run. I want my running to change me, and change others, and if I ever get to a point where it’s not doing that, I will retire. Until then, I want my running to reflect the beauty of Christ, and what He has done in my life, and I want others to realize that there is always more to life-and to pursue that lifestyle. “I RUN in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart FREE “ (Psalm 119:32)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-10947038948508478312011-09-13T10:52:00.009-05:002011-09-13T11:17:15.287-05:00City of the Lakes 25K<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8G4M8XyuGnyrPAII6JF01U4p3jQD_Xpid0oTiNDFi3zLaPwSOZdyRgQ2JZ-qFUbTm4QEdWsZIAiaF5mEZa2opsHtgvYv97XQMaXTNIT5ChPCJLFqJOvNTyw54mmtoqMLLuw5YPhkQ5M/s1600/bree.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8G4M8XyuGnyrPAII6JF01U4p3jQD_Xpid0oTiNDFi3zLaPwSOZdyRgQ2JZ-qFUbTm4QEdWsZIAiaF5mEZa2opsHtgvYv97XQMaXTNIT5ChPCJLFqJOvNTyw54mmtoqMLLuw5YPhkQ5M/s200/bree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651875337603755314" border="0" /></a><br /></div>This past Sunday was the 30th anniversary and my third run of the City of the Lakes 25K. I love doing this race because it is a part of the Twin Cities Marathon, it's put on by MDRA, and a great opportunity to test your fitness prior to TCM. Our MN weather has been interesting....the week leading up to the race was nice and cool; however, the temps warmed up just in time for the race. It wasn't horrible, but it was warmer than I'd prefer. The race started at about 66 degrees and was about 76 by the time I finished-again, not horrible, but warm enough to remind you of the work being done. Regardless, it was a great day for a race. It has been since January, that I have raced a longer distance, so I was excited for this race!<br /><br />Paul Hurkman, Josh Iniguez, and Kevin Miles, all from Venture Expeditions (RunFree is a part of Venture Expeditions) came to cheer us on at the beginning of the race. I love that this organization encourages you to take a sport you already love, and positively impact the world through it. I still need to write a blog on Venture Expeditions and RunFree. It's coming soon-promise.<br /><br />Trey and I toed the line, ready to see what we could leave out on the course. He had a great start. He looked strong and focused on the road ahead. For a good portion of the race, he was always a few yards in front of me. I kept trying to close the gap, but he was holding strong.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjqiROw-ELheyHw4ViqWjbqv-RCDEhYbVU4PMkSNEp98Z-5peXe9CqsDH4SN54G4J7tPZx2fafwk1uc_Iwyzq_imaX01LJIoo5Y5c4XX7QNdqgInBefAmb6jsTkf1gaTbuu96d08nviU/s1600/trey.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjqiROw-ELheyHw4ViqWjbqv-RCDEhYbVU4PMkSNEp98Z-5peXe9CqsDH4SN54G4J7tPZx2fafwk1uc_Iwyzq_imaX01LJIoo5Y5c4XX7QNdqgInBefAmb6jsTkf1gaTbuu96d08nviU/s200/trey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651874730107958690" border="0" /></a> Trey running and representing Team World Vision<br /><br />I ran in my new Brooks Launch, they were so much lighter! My legs still feel fatigued from all the mileage. I'm looking forward to this taper, and bringing some strength back to my legs. William Berry Parkway is the hill we had to run 3 times during this race. Normally, my parents are there, cheering me up the hill. They couldn't be here this year, but Jeremy was there on his bike, helping me climb.<br /><br />My goal for this race was to beat my time from last year. I have made progress each year. In 2009, I ran 2:07:50. In 2010, I ran 2:00:22. <br />This year, 2011, I ran 1:57:45 (my half marathon split was 1:39:15). As long as I continue to improve, I will be pleased! I placed 5/61 in my age group.<br /><br />It was also fun to know my friend Suzie was running this race. Although I didn't get to see her before the race started, I knew she was there, and I knew I'd see her at the finish. She is one of the strongest female athletes I know. She has such an incredibly hard working attitude, and knows how to bring her game face!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICOT4nsj8MAgnvXjjmEXdV6HcfWk_l5aC9tR9RzRo6nPogVGR9UsS4hUZcLB_wnXV8ZGhcb58pKl-XTLM29t9_hrxILgDOKcUWj0-r796KULZgg_RCBZl28UktDBKFS2NdE41W-vQYpg/s1600/suz.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICOT4nsj8MAgnvXjjmEXdV6HcfWk_l5aC9tR9RzRo6nPogVGR9UsS4hUZcLB_wnXV8ZGhcb58pKl-XTLM29t9_hrxILgDOKcUWj0-r796KULZgg_RCBZl28UktDBKFS2NdE41W-vQYpg/s200/suz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651876320474900082" border="0" /></a> Suzie looking good, as always!<br /><br />Post-race happiness:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQb8wFl7xvEctcpYwnbgAsPyvHcAzq_yC7piN3XGOZ7ENk-AhdxnuSv4sA4RZ7HlG5I5LHpKEH6q5cBQPd6CELoP-MThd0Ig1qxqJUPMO2oTnSXM6D0jPKjfC3xnoqkRl3xsLhcRZD5YI/s1600/suzme.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQb8wFl7xvEctcpYwnbgAsPyvHcAzq_yC7piN3XGOZ7ENk-AhdxnuSv4sA4RZ7HlG5I5LHpKEH6q5cBQPd6CELoP-MThd0Ig1qxqJUPMO2oTnSXM6D0jPKjfC3xnoqkRl3xsLhcRZD5YI/s200/suzme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651877106074653282" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjQftZ_0p2raPJ0FDzLD6liKQuSN4iZwk0lKjsDIsXdoSbj3SlL1DuBHJsFiAiuzOxHtQZDL2Ur4BbTMdR1RjZwJ5_NtysyCT8EtAzMKdKw9bBbM6Aq94pRxauAQynLYJI66B5k4nKSc/s1600/treyme.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjQftZ_0p2raPJ0FDzLD6liKQuSN4iZwk0lKjsDIsXdoSbj3SlL1DuBHJsFiAiuzOxHtQZDL2Ur4BbTMdR1RjZwJ5_NtysyCT8EtAzMKdKw9bBbM6Aq94pRxauAQynLYJI66B5k4nKSc/s200/treyme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651877253717368178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And of course, my biggest fan/pacer/photographer, and love of my life:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQx42GEzFhXOVoBYi3hWtcO8hE_NZCKIuztL6xtIpIhzgz53lpVlB-MS56Y6hUSgA_J2HioozFrz-K16Tnwy2Nu5LO0cUUx1eVsM6NuintJBD3s-ywGroFXx0jUew5EXh6aJziQm2IeQ/s1600/jerme.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQx42GEzFhXOVoBYi3hWtcO8hE_NZCKIuztL6xtIpIhzgz53lpVlB-MS56Y6hUSgA_J2HioozFrz-K16Tnwy2Nu5LO0cUUx1eVsM6NuintJBD3s-ywGroFXx0jUew5EXh6aJziQm2IeQ/s200/jerme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651877502049090066" border="0" /></a> Thanks for believing in me, Jeremy. I love you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-21414277283112866762011-09-03T17:32:00.004-05:002011-09-03T17:53:41.918-05:00New Beginnings<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm less than a month out from the Twin Cities Marathon. It has been so long since I have actually raced a long race. My last race was a 4K in July (yep, 2.5 miles). My last half marathon was in January. My last marathon (due to bowing out of Boston), was Chicago, last October. I feel out of the swing of racing. I have a 25K (15.5 miles) next weekend, and I'm full of nervous energy, yet excitement. Too be honest, I'm not certain how much ZOOM I will have. I have been training hard-very hard, and my body feels pretty fatigued. I've been logging about 60 miles a week, for the past two months, my legs feel dead tired, but I know the work I've put in will pay off after my taper, as I toe the line for TCM. I'm treating next weekend's race as a part of my training. This will be my third time racing the City of the Lakes 25K, and I'm hoping to break my course PR (which is 2:00:06).
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<br />Few new updates to my training. I am going to run the marathon in a lighter (weight) pair of shoes, than my beloved blue/black/silver Brooks--they are just too heavy for the long runs. They are still the most beautiful pair I've ever owned, and they are not ready to be retired. Here are the new kicks--beware, not nearly as pretty or exciting as the Glycerins, but much lighter:
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<br />New shoes always make runs a little more exciting, especially when you feel faster.
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<br />This weekend I lost my first toenail! It had been purple for quite some time. I felt it lifting from the nail bed. I noticed that it had completely lifted from nail bed, except for on the sides and bottom. I was concerned that bacteria would grow underneath, so I carefully clipped the nail off. Here's the new skin:
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<br />So with less than a month until Twin Cities Marathon, here's to new beginnings. New shoes. New toenail. So excited for TCM!
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-72208827261635784792011-08-26T14:32:00.001-05:002011-08-26T14:37:36.120-05:00Let the Madness Begin! <style>@font-face { font-family: "Wingdings"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal">I guess I have fallen off the blogging bandwagon.<span style=""> </span>I realized I haven’t written anything since my trip to PA, which was well over a month and a half ago.<span style=""> </span>Summer has somehow escaped me.<span style=""> </span>I can’t believe it’s the end of August!<span style=""> </span>We’ve had such odd weather.<span style=""> </span>June was cool and perfect for running (but not for boating I might add).<span style=""> </span>July was hot and humid, less than ideal for running.<span style=""> </span>August has been a combination of the two, we’ve had some cooler days, but we’ve had a handful of hot and humid too.<span style=""> </span>Nonetheless, I have been logging the miles, and getting my workouts in.<span style=""> </span>I have been averaging about 55-60 miles a week, every week.<span style=""> </span>I am blessed to report that I have been running pain free since I started running again.<span style=""> </span>I am so thankful that I have not rebounded into any pain in my tibia.<span style=""> </span>I have been running in the Brooks Glycerin, which is by far their heaviest shoe.<span style=""> </span>I wanted a shoe that had a lot of cushion as I eased back into running again, to ensure my tibia didn’t have any problems adjusting to the pavement again.<span style=""> </span>Now that I know I am not having any problems, I am looking forward to transitioning into a much lighter shoe!<span style=""> </span>Hopefully it will give me some kick.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had a big weekend, this past weekend.<span style=""> </span>I ran my third 20 miler, and I kicked off pre-season for XC!<span style=""> </span>I am so excited to have my runners back on campus again!<span style=""> </span>Summer is nice, but when campus is full of life, it’s much better!<span style=""> </span>We had our Athletic Retreat last weekend, and two-a-day practices all this week.<span style=""> </span>I've had to be increasingly more disciplined with going to bed early in order to maintain my training.<span style=""> </span>As if I wasn’t already disciplined before, this required some 3:45AM days of running, prior to XC practice at 5:15AM.<span style=""> </span>It becomes increasingly difficult to balance coaching XC, my day job, personal training clients, my own marathon training, and marriage!<span style=""> </span>But I wouldn’t trade any of them for anything.<span style=""> </span>Each if these things breathe life into me.<span style=""> </span>It’s just learning how to balance them all.<span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style=""></span></span><span style=""> </span>I am incredibly thankful that my husband is so supportive of all of these activities.<span style=""> </span>I couldn’t do it without him.<span style=""> </span>Thanks Jeremy!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have much to blog about in the latest community I’ve joined (Venture Expeditions Run:Free).<span style=""> </span>But honestly, that deserves its own blog.<span style=""> </span>So you’ll have to check back shortly for that one!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-28811605862373996012011-07-10T15:35:00.006-05:002011-07-10T16:04:40.339-05:00Running in PAMy training has been going exceedingly well in preparation for the Twin Cities Marathon. I started running/training on June 1st, after two months off after my stress fracture. I spent the past 8 days in State College, PA-visiting my in-laws, the Williamsons. It was a fabulous trip, filled with fun, laughter, adventures, meeting my first niece, new experiences, my birthday, and running-lots of hard running! I could write a long blog on all the fun things we did, but since I have kept this blog as a training blog, I will stick to the running.<br /><br />We left on Saturday, July 2nd. I ended up doing my 15 mile run before leaving for PA. I was extremely discouraged by this run. It was so hard. I felt like I had to stop so many times. It was so hot, and so humid, and I felt like I couldn't keep enough water in my system. But I finished it, and was glad it was in the books. I took Sunday off because we got in late, and it was raining in the morning when we got up.<br /><br />The running in PA is tough! I couldn't seem to get away from the hills, anywhere. There is always an up, a down, and an up again. Monday, the 4th of July was a fun day! Jason (Jeremy's brother), Jeremy, and I ran the Firecracker 4k, in State College. Lindsay and Saoirse were our fabulous cheerleaders! I knew I needed to get more mileage in, so I went for a 3.5 mile run before the race. I ran sub-17 (I'm guessing 16:55)-which would equate to a 6:48/mile average. It was chip timed, however, there wasn't a start mat, just a finish mat, so I had to guess when I crossed the start line. I had my splits on my garmin. The first mile was fast, I ran a 6:30. The second mile had some larger climbs, and I ran a 7:10, and finished the last half mile at a pace of 6:35-this also had some climbs. It was a nice challenging run. I placed 2nd in my age group! I'll take it. I found out later I missed out on getting an award, but that's okay. I had the satisfaction of a nice hard run, and that was enough! 6 miles in total for the day.<br /><br />On Tuesday I got up and ran a 7 miler downtown State College. This was a tough run. It was hilly both ways. Here's a snapshot of the 3.5 out and back course:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85wu7tBxqEPh1QjH5yo6uS0WKvuMZO1_YeKbR-pCSrNUnhag9f2c4PjD4_DXh2etkw_ZZP0W0BW-FZpCztYWNdORPsvAPTPza9vqOK4-Sj_WqPOJzUVfSc0d9EJ1yI2S2Cey5ppKP6zs/s1600/Elevation.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85wu7tBxqEPh1QjH5yo6uS0WKvuMZO1_YeKbR-pCSrNUnhag9f2c4PjD4_DXh2etkw_ZZP0W0BW-FZpCztYWNdORPsvAPTPza9vqOK4-Sj_WqPOJzUVfSc0d9EJ1yI2S2Cey5ppKP6zs/s320/Elevation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627828227366025874" border="0" /></a><br />After the 7 miler, Jeremy was about to go on his 3 mile run. So why not? I joined him. Finished it off as a nice 10 mile day.<br /><br />To celebrate, that night, we got frozen yogurt, with our own toppings. I got heath and chocolate pareils on top of no sugar added vanilla yogurt. Here are the others:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuPE1u7CROvjguVeHd2beFbRgoQzrCjpJ0eIJ8P-A56h6aMopepMXHRG7B31bvnd9aBCWzNC29O4py0qRATnlhyvrIE3mLmgRmdyzdVH9NSFAmOJWjvgzJx3nKv8DHSVfGSyLxM-21VQ/s1600/Icecream.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuPE1u7CROvjguVeHd2beFbRgoQzrCjpJ0eIJ8P-A56h6aMopepMXHRG7B31bvnd9aBCWzNC29O4py0qRATnlhyvrIE3mLmgRmdyzdVH9NSFAmOJWjvgzJx3nKv8DHSVfGSyLxM-21VQ/s320/Icecream.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627832076079658882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Wednesday was a quality running day. I did 2 miles quickly (7:25/average per mile). Then went to the track with Jason to do some speed work. Those of you who know me, know that I would rather do hills any day, rather than intervals. So this was a nice kick in the pants. Jason and I did an 800 as a warm up. I followed that with 5x800 on the track. This is my first speed workout of the season, and post injury. My splits were:<br />3:15, 3:12, 3:12, 3:15, 3:11-There's work to be done, for sure.<br />Here's some documentation of the work that went down:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VOWU39mHG0ABLuS5ukPvBiaAMCb_OshGW_D4jCcSIkHyZRqk34lU9odoHHS6X3BvmfyVY42neGsxYYEUwOU6TiWv3NQZRnm9kGlFTkNQfppKslS7jt7shyphenhyphenewpApr3iuuPEanCV2Vsps/s1600/Far.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VOWU39mHG0ABLuS5ukPvBiaAMCb_OshGW_D4jCcSIkHyZRqk34lU9odoHHS6X3BvmfyVY42neGsxYYEUwOU6TiWv3NQZRnm9kGlFTkNQfppKslS7jt7shyphenhyphenewpApr3iuuPEanCV2Vsps/s320/Far.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627829352013338450" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9gsQ6VM1IvsXSY3qcbDc8PYWsIJXl_TmtvjTU4RkobBIrSNiijPfleCI59zeqhjQutCktOcA-LzUQXS0PzQvwFEsw_cs-9Ns1AZERaUsSqRYUqO9_dRaNYe2tK_3cadnQgidzGQfGZQ4/s1600/Done.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9gsQ6VM1IvsXSY3qcbDc8PYWsIJXl_TmtvjTU4RkobBIrSNiijPfleCI59zeqhjQutCktOcA-LzUQXS0PzQvwFEsw_cs-9Ns1AZERaUsSqRYUqO9_dRaNYe2tK_3cadnQgidzGQfGZQ4/s320/Done.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627829531742581730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I think that last picture was to get me to the finish line faster! Again, when I got back from the track workout, Jeremy was about to venture on his 6 mile run-so why not spend more time with my favorite person. An 11 miler day in the books, with some serious speed thrown in there.<br /><br />On Thursday, my birthday, I mostly wanted to get it over with, so I hammered out a slow 5 mile run. Nothing special.<br /><br />On Friday, I ran a quick 4 mile run. It was hot and humid (100% humidity to be exact-but who's keeping track?!)<br /><br />Saturday was my "long run day"; however, it was a recovery day. I only "needed" to do 10 miles. Jason went with my by bike, and showed me part of State College I had never seen before. There were many hills. My garmin tracked elavation between 800 feet and 1,250 ft. Talk about some work! The route he took me on was beautiful! I ran past a creek that was gorgeous. I couldn't escape God's presence in this run. I saw fields and flowers, trees and shrubs. Hardly any cars on this road. This was a part of the Nittany Half Marathon course. I enjoyed the scenery, minus the hills ;) Ended up with a solid 14 miles. It was extremely challenging, and I had to walk a few times, but I don't feel guilty about it, it was a tough run. And no, I did not go back out with Jeremy on his long run (he had left by the time I got home).<br /><br />I ran Monday-Saturday, and took Sunday (today), as my rest day. I'm hoping this gives my legs some good recovery. I'm ready to hit the pavement tomorrow in my new Brooks for the first time :) Hoping the running feels easy after a week of mountainous running!<br /><br />I feel stronger, mentally and physically, and my heart is full after a week with family.<br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-63482480567716690272011-06-21T17:07:00.003-05:002011-06-21T17:21:25.495-05:00On the Road Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq75qi-qyrINhvynRtf8PThwcT_fY4WyEhWs-H_B6XJOhLtKrdtqD44ccNaXMhmuXfi17o7dMBiC_Sqs5TlEDQznOOOngOs01Al0MmdBJP7mq_RSaHTyNXOAfXjt49qA5ZA2QosaXoBB4/s1600/Back.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq75qi-qyrINhvynRtf8PThwcT_fY4WyEhWs-H_B6XJOhLtKrdtqD44ccNaXMhmuXfi17o7dMBiC_Sqs5TlEDQznOOOngOs01Al0MmdBJP7mq_RSaHTyNXOAfXjt49qA5ZA2QosaXoBB4/s320/Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620798804602415762" border="0" /></a>I am blessed to be able to say I am back on the road again. After two months of biking, swimming, lifting, and learning, I have been given two thumbs up to start running again. After severely fracturing my left tibia bone, I went back to Tria Orthopedics for my follow up appointment. I was relieved to learn that I didn't need to have another MRI, and that x-rays would suffice. Apparently after an injury has been present for an extended period of time, it will show up in an x-ray. X-rays are much faster, and NOT noisy, like the MRI, and I got my results right away. I was able to review my MRI images from my first appointment, and saw the fracture spanning across the bone. I was then able to see my x-rays, and see the scar tissue that had built up like a cocoon (or band-aid) around my tibia bone. My doctor said that is exactly what was supposed to happen. My shin had started bruising a bit, and when I inquired what was going on, I learned that the scar tissue had forced the muscle in my leg to press against my skin, thus bruising my leg from the inside out. However, I was told not to be concerned, and that it would go away. Turns out, my doctor was right. I have been running without pain! Last weekend I was able to run a 13 miler, and a 12 miler the week before. I am not as fast as I would like to be. It still feels like a challenge; however, I am enjoying simply being able to run. The speed will come. But that is not my concern right now. It's so easy to take running for granted, and then when it's taken away from you, you realize what you've lost. Now to have it back, performing doesn't seem nearly as important. Would I like to be faster? Of course. But more than anything, I am thankful to be out on the road again.<br /><br />Due to the healing process, and travel, I am doing very few races this season, which makes me a little disappointed. I normally like to do 5 or so half marathons a year, and a marathon or two. This year is looking to be only 2 half marathons, and 1 marathon, 1 25k, and a 4k (really, a 4k?!) Looking forward to making the most out of this season. I am more than blessed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-45527536695884726452011-06-02T06:33:00.003-05:002011-06-02T06:54:05.092-05:00It's in the Shoe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiarUBQzZ8rSQbghXUblXl_ToIeDRi846mAjYRZPGsvGMdomFMRntMQWhYSZubVK-HRqGRQYKH62a-6EGhFHxIZZREeLbc7n5-YlHVvL5TkRLP68MpuxdlB2u-k556CYHyYbh5a9lbaaTU/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiarUBQzZ8rSQbghXUblXl_ToIeDRi846mAjYRZPGsvGMdomFMRntMQWhYSZubVK-HRqGRQYKH62a-6EGhFHxIZZREeLbc7n5-YlHVvL5TkRLP68MpuxdlB2u-k556CYHyYbh5a9lbaaTU/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613585592158783426" border="0" /></a><br />"First and foremost, you have to love training and even learn to enjoy hard workouts. It takes ears to reach your full potential, so if you don't enjoy the journey you simply won't get there."<br /><br />There's no doubt that I love the training, I feel pride upon the completion of a tough workout, and I love the journey! The process is that much more rewarding with new shoes! Yes that's right. I have made the switch. Since I started running long distance in 2006 (it really hasn't been that long), I have been an Asics girl. Not because I thought they were superior, but simply because I got fitted in a pair at a running store, the worked well, and I never strayed. Since my sponsorship with Fitsok, I now get 40% Brooks shoes, so I figured I might as well give them a try. In the past, as I've browsed the Brooks section at Run n Fun, I've always been disappointed with the color schemes. I know running shoes are not about the colors, but about how they fit. Even still, I struggled to get passed purple and lime green on the same shoe-really?! However, I few months ago, I went to the corporate office for Fitsok, and got to see the new shoes coming out for summer, I saw the new Glycerin 9, and knew that was the shoe that was comparable to the Asics Nimbus I have been running it. The Brooks Glycerin 9 is the most beautiful running shoe I've ever owned! I'm not ready to break them in yet, as I still have some miles to put in on my Asics, but the Brooks are ready and waiting.<br /><br />This weekend is a big decision weekend for me. Marathon training started for TCM (which I am signed up for) this week. I have kept my mileage low, to truly ease into the program. My first "long" run is 10 miles, which I will be running on Saturday morning. I am going to make a decision this weekend. I've still been having a great deal of pain in my leg. I am going to run the 10 miles on Saturday. If I am in a great deal of pain during the run, or immediately following the run, I am going to bow out of TCM early. I just can't go through the heartbreak of training and working hard, to have the race pulled out from me two weeks beforehand, as it was with the Boston Marathon. I don't want to go through the yo-yo feelings of "I feel fine", "oh that hurt", "but this felt good". I want to make that decision ahead of time. To be able to make a decision like this so early in the season is a big deal for me! Of course, if the 10 miler feels okay, and then it hurts down the road, I have no problem bowing out at a later date, if necessary. However, if I do feel pain this weekend, I am not going to ignore it.<br /><br />This first week of training has probably been the easiest mileage week I've had in a long time:<br />Monday: 3 mile run<br />Tuesday: 5 mile run<br />Wednesday: 3 mile run<br />Thursday: 1 mile warm up, 3 miles of hills, 1 mile cool down<br /><br />Tomorrow will be a 5 miler at marathon pace, Saturday will be the 10 miler, and Sunday will be a rest day as I cheer on Drea Gutierrez at the Minneapolis Marathon, and Meghan Smith and Ginger Montezon at the Minneapolis Half Marathon. Since this will be the first year in the existence of the Minneapolis Half Marathon, in which I am not running, I am going to be their biggest fan, cheering them on by bike. I can't wait!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-4877237987010084602011-05-26T19:15:00.003-05:002011-05-26T19:44:53.911-05:00This is Why I Love the ProcessI have found myself itching to write a blog over the past two months; however, each time I sat down to write, so much emotion flooded my heart that I simply couldn't put words to my emotions. It has taken some time to really digest all that I've been learning in this season, but I'm ready to share.<br /><br />For those of you who know me well, this part will be redundant, but for those of you who don't know me well, part of why I love training for marathons is because of the process. I love the process of training. I love the struggle, the effort, the stubbornness, the fatigue, the confidence that is created. I love exceeding what I thought I was capable of. I love that when I run, I can't escape myself, my thoughts, my insecurities, my weaknesses, or the work it requires. I find myself as I run. I discover who I was created to be, and what I'm capable of accomplishing. I change every time I hit the payment. So naturally, I was concerned with what life would look like with the absence of running.<br /><br />At the beginning, I experienced the mourning phase. Truly, it felt as though a part of my spirit died. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I would burst into tear throughout the day. Even in my mourning, I committed to trying new activities. I dove (literally) into swimming, biking and strength training (upper body and core). I spent hours in the pool, with great friends. I went to various spin classes. I went to numerous races, and was a spectator (and a very loud cheer-er), and had a blast cheering those who could run!<br /><br />I slowly realized I had been learning just as much about myself in the healing process, as I had been learning in the training process. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Training and racing have shown me sides of myself that I never knew existed. I've found perseverance, an ability to focus, stubbornness, compulsiveness, bravery, organization, a sense of humor, and a capacity for unbridled joy"</span> (Gordon Bakoulis Bloch). This next statement will only make sense if you are a runner: <span style="font-weight: bold;">It takes just as much perseverance, focus, stubbornness, compulsiveness, and bravery to wake up in the morning and NOT run.</span> I had to wake up each morning, and choose healing. It takes perseverance and bravery to not run. Sometimes I was successful, sometimes I wasn't. Sometimes the urge to run overcame the desire to heal. Sometimes I listened to doctors orders, and sometimes I snuck in a run (and then suffered the consequences). My successful days were the ones I woke up and chose to not to run.<br /><br />So, what have I learned in this season? I have learned there is always something to be learned :) I have learned that I am stubborn. I have learned that I am brave. I have learned that joy always comes with the morning and through the mourning.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"But those who hope in the Lord will </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">renew</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> their strength. They will </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">soar</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> on wings like eagles; they will </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">run</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> and no grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-82178644025230908032011-04-04T19:27:00.003-05:002011-04-04T19:47:41.614-05:00From the Inside OutI feel so broken. Moreso broken in spirit than physically speaking. Although I have a stress fracture, one could argue physical brokenness, yet my heart hurts more than my leg. I feel like a part of me has died, and I'm not sure what to do with myself. My boss told me today that he saw a blankness in my eyes today. I feel like I'm just wandering about hopelessly....<br /><br />I am trying to find new activities to keep myself busy. I am trying a few different Spin classes at Lifetime, but I find myself getting bored. I have been swimming, and thoroughly enjoying my time in the pool. I can feel myself getting better with my breathing, and my form. Thanks to my good friend Suzie, I am becoming more confident in the pool. But it's still not the same.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfXNXi83ab4DvwEA3KPEXvkrocyF_7uXseGBLhKrBKPlnTmkuIKKGt_RyFozhmASMe46QxigzM8eaIXKGJswJNOzqmoD8oV6eyqHut1lzuVGwJoOYMOLAcOQFrMxtbCQlGhQpnbic9-M/s1600/beauty-in-brokenness-joyce-geleynse.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfXNXi83ab4DvwEA3KPEXvkrocyF_7uXseGBLhKrBKPlnTmkuIKKGt_RyFozhmASMe46QxigzM8eaIXKGJswJNOzqmoD8oV6eyqHut1lzuVGwJoOYMOLAcOQFrMxtbCQlGhQpnbic9-M/s320/beauty-in-brokenness-joyce-geleynse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591894216495608050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />This song is not new by any means. I can't seem to get it out of my mind, so I thought I would share it. It has been ministering to my soul-may it bless you too.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"A thousand times I've failed</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Still Your mercy remains</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And should I stumble again</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Still I'm caught in your grace.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades, never ending,<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Your glory goes beyond all fame.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">My heart and my soul, I give you control</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Consume me from the inside out<br />Lord</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Let justice and praise, become my embrace</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />To love You from the inside out.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Your will above all else, my purpose remains</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />The art of losing myself in bringing You praise.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And the cry of my heart is to bring You praise</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />From the inside out, O my soul cries out."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />~From the Inside Out, Hillsong</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-12123866446711707682011-04-02T18:42:00.002-05:002011-04-03T07:43:15.470-05:00Update: For Lack of a Better TitleIt seems odd to write a blog with information that negates my previous blog. After almost a month of pain in my leg, assuming it was shin splints or a calf strain, it finally got to the point where I could no longer point to where the pain was. The pain became my lower leg. I tried myofascial release, Biofreeze, wrapping, taping, icing, elevating, compressing, ibuprofen, everything I knew to do, and the pain refused to go away. It got to the point where I was waking up in the middle of the night with my leg pulsing in pain. <br /><br />On Wednesday I finally went to Tria Orthopedic Specialists to review my symptoms with a doctor. We talked about my pain, and how it had been there since March 5th. We discussed Boston and my excitement. I shared that I needed confirmation that I was not going to further injure myself by running the marathon. I realize it will hurt, and I'll be slower than I wanted, but I needed the peace of mind from a doctor to know that I wouldn't create long term damage. His thoughts went like this: "Do I think you should run Boston? Probably not. Would I run Boston if I were in your shoes? Absoulutely, without a doubt." He understood me, and I appreciated that. He understood the importance of Boston, and my dream. He decided we should do an MRI to inspect the pain. On Thursday I got the call from him. Even before his call, I burst into tears listening to his voicemail on my work phone, as he said, "Please call me, we need to have a conversation about your results." I called him to find out that I had a severe stress fracture spanning over half way across my tibia bone. And running over the past few weeks, while in pain, had only increased the trauma. <br /><br />I struggled to swallow as he told me I was to stop running immediately. My eyes filled to their rims with tears as he told me Boston was out of the picture, and even walking much was out of the picture. He suggested a hard cast, to keep me off it, thus allowing it to heal faster. I asked if the cast was necessary for healing-that's hard to get around downtown Minneapolis, it's hard to shower, and then I really can't do anything! He said the cast would keep me from doing too much, but he'd be fine with a boot if I promised to stay off it as much as possible. I sat in the skyway (during work), and just sobbed. All my hardwork, since November, wasn't going to be put into execution. The 4:15 mornings, the hill workouts, the long runs on the weekends in the freezing cold weather, all the snow, the races to test fitness, all to put me in shape for nothing.<br /><br />On Friday, I waited for an April Fool's Day call from my doctor, it never came. It's now Sunday, and I still wake up thinking, "maybe I'll wear this boot for two weeks, and not run (just swim and bike), and then be able to run Boston-that's not happening either. Yesterday I had a breakdown as I was about to start vacuuming, and Jeremy offered to do it for me, I burst into tears and said, "I don't want to feel worthless, I can do something." I have my good moments though. I get really excited when Jeremy comes back from a run and he tells me how good it went! We might be able to run together soon!! That makes me smile.<br /><br />Tears pool even as a type, but I have to cling to this: I know that God cares deeply for me. I know that He knows how much Boston means to me. I have to trust that He has my best in mind. I learn things through the process of training, and I know that I will learn things through the process of healing.<br /><br />"Training and racing have shown me sides of myself that I never knew existed. I've found perseverance, an ability to focus, stubbornness, compulsiveness, bravery, organization, a sense of humor, and a capacity for unbridled joy." Gordon Bakoulis Bloch<br /><br />I found the above quote, and it couldn't have fit me more. I have replaced "training and racing" with "rest and healing" and have made it my prayer.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954686412446215632.post-21314028407751308632011-03-23T18:15:00.003-05:002011-03-23T18:41:55.139-05:00Pink is the New BlackI'm in the final countdown to the Boston Marathon. I have put in the mileage. Balancing hills, interval runs, long mileage days, and rest days. My body has been physically exhausted, but I am in the best shape of my life. For the first time, about a month ago, I admitted that I have a chance at a career PR at Boston-which is a very challenging course. I was excited. Things have changed since then. It may no longer be about a PR but about simply finishing. Sometimes that's all you can do. But I know that my God heals, and so I hold on to hope.<br /><br />I made a large error. I know better. I have been running in a pair of shoes since October (average 50-60 miles per week, you do the math). Too many miles on a pair of shoes. The Asics Gel Nimbus received the abuse. It's a heavier shoe, but boy is it comfortable. I finally decided to migrate to a lighter shoe (only about an ounce difference), thinking I might feel faster ;). I went to Run n Fun, and they suggested the Asics Gel Cumulus. It is basically the same shoe, with a little less cush. I ran one run in them, and decided I didn't like them as much as my other pair. Rather than going back to Run n Fun and getting a new pair of the Gel Nimbus, I decided to go back to running in my old pair of Gel Nimbus. For a short run, I may have gotten away with it, but not for a 22 miler. I have been struggling with pain in my shin for about two weeks now. <br /><br />I have been doing everything I know to do for what I thought was shin splints (with the exception of not running) which will happen after the marathon. I have been icing, compressing, elevating, foam rolling, using The Stick, and using a golf ball for more direct self-myofascial release. Nothing was working. I have been numbing the pain with ibuprofen to get through runs. I took Saturday and Sunday off completely to run. I did my last long run (16 miles) on Monday morning. Everything felt difficult. My stride felt off (from over compensating), my breathing felt heavy (the mechanics of my running were off, thus tiring other muscles that aren't used to working as hard), and my calves started tightening up. Physically, my body felt beat up after the run. Mentally, I felt defeated and disappointed after all the work I've put in. <br /><br />I got up and went to Lifetime to run today. I ended up simply showering and getting ready for work--completely skipping the workout. Yep, that much pain. When you go to the gym, simply to shower and get ready, you know you've reached the end of your rope. Today I finally went in to the chiropractor to see if their was anything that could be done. Whether chiropractic care or progressive rehab massage. After assessing the situation, he said he doesn't think it's actually shin splints as much as it is calf strain, wrapping around to the front. I think that's good news, as that can heal faster than shin splints. He adjusted my ankle, did some excruciatingly painful myofascial release with a fancy doctor tool, and taped my calf with hot pink ROCK tape (http://rocktape.com/). For any nerdy readers of mine that care to know what it does, it lifts and supports the muscle, and encourages increased blood flow to the injured area. I go in for another appointment on Friday. I was excited because today was the first day I was able to walk around and not feel the pain while walking!!!<br /><br />Here's a picture of the tape job. The Rock website actually has instruction on how to properly tape, based on injury.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcubY9U4vyHVKr8EtRxvRunI5TONBFV3a1CdoQRwieoNjzMnszII1kzXJDBMg4aMbKKyBWSeApFkcz-CBhRWgOcoGcNb-L-muMb7B8UlwZvXd7Rv7K4QUPV-fhGZeycJBwn73yfxpJ6g/s1600/Leg.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcubY9U4vyHVKr8EtRxvRunI5TONBFV3a1CdoQRwieoNjzMnszII1kzXJDBMg4aMbKKyBWSeApFkcz-CBhRWgOcoGcNb-L-muMb7B8UlwZvXd7Rv7K4QUPV-fhGZeycJBwn73yfxpJ6g/s320/Leg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587418152524099378" /></a><br /><br />Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow I will take courage, face the option of failure, and try again. But I have hope.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"All our troubles and all our tears God our hope has overcome. All our failure and all our fear, God has overcome. All our heartache and all our pain. God our healer, He has overcome. <br /><br />So take heart, let His love lead us through the night. Hold onto hope, and take courage again."</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495232813986328761noreply@blogger.com1