If they never send me ONE thing FREE, at least I will have put out the word. BY WOMEN FOR WOMEN. I have not tried any one thing that has not worked of theirs. The melbourne bra is my favorite sport bra, and the athens shimmel is the best tank bra ever. It has saved my winter runs, so far. I also have a mid-weight pant that I do not know the name of, as well as some Brooks mid-weight shirts that I love beyond love. Amen, Glory be to Moving Comfort. Look what happens when two women have a dream, a sewing machine, and athletic aspirations. Thank you, ladies.
Daily Archive for January 7th, 2007
Yesterday’s 9 miler was one of my slower runs but it was enjoyable. Mom decided to join me…not to run, but to walk. She walked 4 miles while I ran/walked my 9. I would occasionally meet up with her and slow down a bit to chat as she walked on. It was cold by Texas standards (in the 40’s), overcast, and extremely windy - can’t believe she decided to come out and walk! Anyway, it was good. Two hours later I was done and quite satisfied regardless of my time. 
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini - or a glass of bubbly 
- in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”Â
Day 5 of the North Face watch.
Still no word from North Face on my challenge.
Bad. Bad, North Face. Bad.
Another great run. I averaged 9:07 or something like that. For 13 miles. By myself. The quote I added today sums up how I felt, but with exhilaration added. Oh, and I’m not sure that I believe in God. At mile 6.5 I questioned what I was doing, why I was doing it, and didn’t I really just want to take a trip to France? Then, just like the dog, I was distracted by something bright and shiny, or maybe just something moving, and it was okay. I met a very interesting woman with a sweet dachshund at about mile 9.4, right before I called Lumpy and told him he’d have to come get me because the trail we’d mapped was going to be a mile extra. I was not feeling 14. I did, however feel all of the 13 I did, and I’m very tired and a little sore, but soooooooo pleased with my run. The Lump and I were discussing this training, and everything feels new to me this time. It’s like starting over, but with a bit of wisdom under my belt. My speed is better, my head’s in a better place, and despite mile 6.5’s crazy talk, I really want to do this. Even more than the other marathons. I’ll stop gushing now, and have some champagne. A toast, to Lumpy’s 9, my 13, and a lovely snow flurry that kept me chipper during my run.
“I am fighting God. Fighting the limitations He gave me. Fighting the pain. Fighting the unfairness. Fighting all the evil in me and the world. And I will not give in. I will conquer this hill, and I will conquer it alone.”
