13.1 Miles For Bust!
I ran my ass off for boobs. Yesterday was the Austin Marathon Race for the Cure and my good gal-pal LaLa and I ran like the wind. Well, maybe more like an easy breeze. This was a first for both of us and we pounded a good 13.1 miles of Austin pavement. And even though I can barely walk today without limping and whimpering, I’m ready to sign up for the next one!
Here’s why I recommend this kind of ridiculous physical challenge (i.e. joint and knee torture) to all of you:
1. Pushing your body to the brink of exhaustion feels terribly good! I tell ya, when I came around the final turn towards the finish line, my knee felt like it might bust off and fly into the crowd, but LaLa and I opened up our gait anyway and went for it. I felt like that damned Sea Bisquit, running my bum leg and heart out to the cheers of onlookers.
2. Perfect strangers will encourage you along the way for no other reason than to lift your spirits. For example, “Ladies, you’re looking good– you look beautiful! You can do this!” This selfless and adoring enthusiasm helped push me from one water stop to the next with a sweaty smile on my face. The kindness of strangers surprised me and renewed my faith in humanity. I wanted to hug them all and invite them over for dinner.
3. Natural endorphins are better than top-shelf martinis. Carb-loading the night before was bliss.
4. Huffing and puffing, sweating and straining alongside thousands of people of all shapes, sizes, ages and color is one of the better examples of unified community I’ve ever witnessed.
5. Training for a personal goal that’s YOURS JUST YOURS and then achieving it does wonders for the disposition. After crossing that finish line, my body was cleansed of grievances. Let’s just say, running for nearly three hours puts pain and petty stepmom annoyances in perspective.
You go!!! That’s so cool!
CONGRATULATIONS! You should be so proud of your accomplishment!
IZZY ROSE LIVES! Thanks for stopping by my place earlier. My feed reader has been rabidly misbehaving lately and this coupled with my voluntary bloggy hiatus has led to my spotty appearance around the neighborhood.
At any rate, props on the run, lady. The sense of community in the race for the cure is positively moving. Endorphins kick much ass. And the personal goal part? So very sweet.
sweet!
I hope to do that someday too.
I am so proud of you two. I have been following your training progress for months telephonically through Leah and I know how much you both put in to this. You girls are bad-ass and I can’t wait ’til our next meeting. Our first date was fabulous, but these kinda things usually only get better with time.
Kudos.
Thank you so much! It was very uplifting and empowering (I sound like Oprah) and the pain is subsiding and I’m looking forward to the next one….and our next meeting.
You’re a keeper!
xoxoxo
Such a sweet pain!!! CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for running for sick boobies.
Good for you, Izzy!!! You’ve inspired me to put on my gym clothes….doesnt mean I’ll go to the gym…but it’s a start ;)
IZZY. . ..I am so proud of you!! This is an amazing feat and I am in awe of you (for many reasons). Give yourself a pat on the back. This inspires me to get back on the trail (for a power walk ;)
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