Tuesday, March 29, 2016

2016 Race for the Place 5K..the race is on!

If you've been following my blog for a while you'll know that The Gathering Place's annual Race for the Place 5K is a special race to me for many reasons. Since it was the race that "started it all" for me running wise in 2014, this year I have decided to make it my goal race for 2016 in which I hope to set a PR and run a sub 25:00 5K. Since January, I have been running over 100 miles every month (another one of my 2016 goals) in hopes to make that happen.  This year's race will take place on Sunday, June 5 rain or shine.

After participating in the race for the last three years with my husband's company, we decided to branch off and form our own team this year. We are team "Just Keep Swimming...and Running" and I would love for you to join us to support this wonderful cause! Even though this event is a fundraiser for The Gathering Place, there is no pressure to raise a certain amount of money when you join a team like there is with other charity races. As a matter of fact, several people solely pay the race fee which serves as their contribution. Of course, donations are always appreciated but certainly not required.

So, what if you're not a runner? No problem, you can choose to walk the 5K (3.1 miles) or participate in the 1 Mile walk. If neither of those options interest you, you can show your support by making a tax-deductible financial contribution via my race page. No matter what you choose, your contribution helps this local cancer center continue to offer free services to cancer patients and their families.

Last year I was able to raise over $1,100 and would like to meet or exceed that amount this year! Please visit my personal fundraising page to learn more about the race, to join our team, or make a donation.

To learn more about The Gathering Place and the free services they offer to cancer patients and their families right here in our community, please visit their website at www.touchedbycancer.org or their Facebook page.

Thank you for your support!

Friday, March 18, 2016

Race Report: Inaugural Kiss Me I'm Irish 5K/10K/10K Relay 3.13.16

Warning: You might need to break out the popcorn, prop your feet up, and plan to stay awhile for this one. As my running mantra says, "Every Mile a Memory" and this race had miles of them...

The race that took me WAAAY out of my comfort zone ended up being a surprisingly great start to the 2016 racing season
I will start out by saying that the Inaugural Kiss Me I'm Irish 5K/10K/10K Relay was by far the toughest course of my short running "career." Had I known the entire race route minus about one mile was going to be comprised of rolling hills, I probably would have chickened out and not run the 10K but perhaps stuck with the 2-person 10K relay or 5K. Don't get me wrong, those would have been challenges as well because all three distances utilized the same course, the "suffering" would have just been half. LOL For people who run hills on a regular basis, I'm sure this course would have been a piece of cake but for me, the race was a beast…and everyone whom I raced with me Sunday shared my sentiments. With that said, I am glad I didn't know ahead of time what I was in for because despite the challenges, it was a great race and I really hope they offer it next year because I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Ha, I guess you know it's gotta be a good race when it kicks your behind yet brings you back for more. =O)

Going the distance
Before I go into the race details, a little background. While I have several 5Ks, a 5 miler, a 10 miler, and a half marathon under my belt and I've run a 10K distance more times than I can count during training runs, I had never raced the 10K distance before so when they announced this one, Paul and I decided to sign up for the 10K. He had run a 10K in the fall but I was out of town and missed out and since this one was close and from my experiences running the Race for the Place 5K which takes place practically right across the street (a relatively flat and "easy" neighborhood type-course), I figured it would be a great 10K to try. Ha, little did I know what challenge I would be up against.

At the end of January, a couple we are friends with challenged us to a "loser buys breakfast" competition with the 2-person 10K relay. John is a pretty fast runner and places in his AG in just about every race he does. Nicole just started running last year and hadn't run since the last race we all did together, the Run Santa Run 5K.  I am certainly not anywhere close to being as fast as John and Paul just started running last year and had only run a handful times since the Santa race so the teams weren't exactly balanced but we didn't care, it would be fun no matter what. However, I really wanted to try the full 10K so we decided our son could run on a team with Paul as long as we could change Paul's registration to a relay team and include our son. I contact the RD and he gladly made the change and team The Geek Squad was born. With our son on the team (he runs XC and whose PR is close to John's), it would greatly level the playing field. Unfortunately, when he hurt his foot several weeks ago, we didn't think he'd be able to run the relay so we asked my brother-in-law if he was interested. Eric is an avid runner and has several races, including marathons, under his belt, and often places in his age group so he would be good replacement. I contacted the RD again to see if it was ok swap out our son for Eric. Again, it wasn't a problem so the "grudge match" between The Geek Squad and The Old Married Couple would go on as planned. My friend from work who runs several races with me signed up to do the 5K and Paul's friend who started running last year signed up for the 10K. He is also signed up to the 10 Mile Drop that we are doing next month so he thought the 10K would be good bridge between 5K racing to 10M racing.

Oh what a course, oh what a beast

The race began and ended at an outdoor shopping complex called Legacy Village. When the race was first announced, the route was supposed to just go through neighborhoods and city streets with the 10K route running the 5K route twice. About a week or so before race day, we noticed they posted an updated route. We talked with one of the RDs afterwards (who happens to be our son's XC coach as well as owner of one of the local running stores and co-owns the time/race management company that the majority of my races, including this one, are through) and he explained why they changed it. Even though this course was more than what I bargained for, looking back I'm actually glad they changed it because running a loop twice would have been kind of boring and this course DEFINITELY pushed me out of my comfort zone.

The only completely flat part was at the very start heading out of the complex, the very end heading back in, and a portion between approx. miles 3.25 through 4.35 that went through a neighborhood. Also, with the exception of the first and last miles as well as the portion mentioned above, the rest of the course was on a golf cart path in a former golf course turned metro park, mostly paved but there was a short section that was gravel. I looked at the course map ahead of time so I knew it was going to be very snake-like, just not so dang hilly. At first I was concerned how I was going to be able to hug the curves with so many people running the race but by the time I reached the park during the race, the pack had thinned out making "lane changes" on the very narrow path rather easy to do. There were times the course curved back and forth so quickly I just stayed in the middle. Even though the path was narrow and there were so many people running, there were actually many times I was running alone which was an unexpected surprise and I have to admit I kind of prefer the "park-like" race over city/street one.

So getting back to the race…
Originally I thought there were 1,000 people signed up for the race but actually there were "only" 800 and on race day, there were less than 700. I suspect the chilly and rainy weather kept people away. Of course, the weather on SATURDAY would have been perfect for a race; blue skies, sunshine, and upper 50's/lower 60's. No such luck for Sunday. It rained most of the day and temps were a RF of 37 degrees at the 9:00 a.m. start. Paul's friend picked up our race packets the day before so we didn't have to be at the venue too early and decided to meet at him 8:15. We arrived and the drizzle had pretty much stopped but the radar for the race didn't look very promising. I usually only have one cup of coffee pre-race but this morning and I had two and that, along with pre-race jitters and not knowing what to expect from this race made me a little more anxious and bouncing off the walls than usual and the crappy weather wasn't helping matters.

Since runners were encouraged to dress festively, I did just that. I'll admit when we first arrived and I saw other runners walking to the staging area, I felt a bit overdressed and felt that perhaps I went too overboard because not many people had dressed up. An interesting observation when we were waiting for the race to start is how few of the "real" runners (that's what I call the people from the running club whom I see at most of the races and run competitively) dress festively. Paul commented that it's probably because they are there to race and win, not style points, which I can understand. Not everyone likes to get all geeked up like I do but I sure did have fun putting my outfit together. Several of the other racers came up to me and commented how great my outfit was and quite a few said if there was a contest, I'd definitely win so I eventually got over feeling out of place. Surprisingly every single thing I had on stayed put not only during but well after the race was over.

My brother-in-law and my sister (who came for moral support and ended up helping the race crew move the timing mats, hand out water to the racers, etc. while she waited for us to cross the finish line), arrived and we met up with our friends, The Old Married Couple, to chat a little before the race. About 8:40, I decided to do a quick warm up jog. I still don't really know if a warm up jog has any benefit to me personally when I race so I only jogged for about 10 minutes. Too much coffee made for an extremely dry mouth and while I've never raced with gum before, I was desperate. You know the saying "can't walk and chew gum at the same time?" Yeah, well that's me. I've always been afraid to run with gum in my mouth for fear of choking. Luckily Eric had a piece and gave me half. It was a life saver and I managed to run most of the race with it in my mouth. The rain held off so we were able to start the race "rain free" but probably around mile 5 it started to mist and by the time I crossed the finish line, it was drizzling. Fortunately, because of where the race start and finish were staged, there were plenty of places to hang out after you finished so you didn't have to wait around in the rain. One of the bars in the complex offered a free beer to anyone who raced plus they were donating 20% of all sales to a local food bank so that was a popular spot as was Starbucks.

I went into this race with no expectations because I had never raced a 10K distance before. As a matter of fact, when I saw John at the starting line, he asked me what my goal was and I told him I had no idea. All I knew is I wanted to beat Paul's 1st 10K time (which was 58something). =) I arbitrarily picked 8:00 and 9:45 for my low/high pace alerts on my FR220 and planned on running a slower pace in the 9:30-9:45 range to start off. Even though I was pretty close to the starting mat, it was pretty chaotic trying to get out of the complex with so many people. Add the race adrenaline and I found myself running WAY faster than I should have been (8:15-9:30 range). This would not serve me well. When I got to the park at approx. mile 1, I was already tired and didn't really know how I'd be able to run another 5.2 miles, especially seeing the course I was now realizing I had to run. I would glance down at my watch from time to time and was surprised how often it read 9:20 because I felt I was running much slower. Yep, I was tired and seemed like it was taking me forever to make any progress. It's funny because when I got to the spot where the 5K runners split off to head back, I was half tempted to just say screw it, take a DNF, and just follow the 5K route back but I told myself that was crazy talk and to just keep running. I also had to remind myself that just because people were passing me didn't mean I was running poorly, there were just some only running 5K distances where I was running the full 10K.

I got to the relay exchange point at 9:28 and John was there waiting for Nicole to hand off the timing device. He cheered me on as I ran past and told me I was making excellent time. Ha, I was dying, couldn't he see that? LOL Since Eric was runner number one for The Geek Squad, he has already made it to the relay point and Paul was well head of me. Eventually I made it to the neighborhood and passed Paul's friend. I hadn't seen him up to this point and I guess I was surprised he had been that far ahead of me the whole time, especially since I had been so close to the starting line. Guess that's what happens when a race has so many participants. Running the streets in the neighborhood was a much needed break but my stomach started churning and I started to panic…too much coffee perhaps? What would I do if I had an emergency? I looked down at my watch and I was running anywhere from a 9:45-10:45 minute pace. I was really starting struggle and then all of the sudden, out of no where it seemed, Eric came up behind me and ran with me for a bit. Even though he had already finished his leg, he decided to run the 10k distance anyway. We talked for a bit and it was almost like he was my running guardian angel when I really needed one the most! He eventually had to pick up the pace because his legs were starting to cramp up so off he went….and so did my churning stomach and moments of self-doubt. Yep, a running angel indeed.

The finish

After I made it through the neighborhood and was back in the park, I happened to notice one of the women from the running club a head of me. At first I saw her walk through a water stop and then I saw her walk part of one of the hills. I guess I was surprised to see one of the "real" runners walk. Don't ask me why, maybe in my weird brain I've always assumed walking was for amateurs. But I guess even experienced runners need to take a break every now and then. Anyway, I was able to pass her which gave me a little bit of a mental boost. She eventually regained her lead but I able to keep her in my sights for the remainder of the race until she entered the complex toward the finish. 

I eventually made out of the park and had only about a mile to go. It was the same road going back into the complex as it was going out but I guess I was in such a "zone" at the beginning of the race I didn't realize the hill we ran down at the start was going to be a beast to run back up…and it was a hill that just kept going…and going…aaaannnnd going. I saw several people stop running to walk it, even that woman from the running club I just mentioned. I thought I was surely doomed. The woman who is the official blogger for this particular running series came up from behind me just as she did in the Run Santa Run 5K in December. While I was able to keep her in my sights until she rounded the last corner to the finish, I would not be able to keep up with her much less pass her this time around. Dang, she didn't skip a beat on that hill either. Not me though, about half way up the hill, my legs just stopped…just like that…any other race I probably would have had major guilt for walking but this one I did not, not after the beast of a course I had just run and especially not after seeing that even experienced runners need a break sometimes too. Ten seconds was about all I needed and I started to pick up the pace again. Exhausted by the time I made it to the top, I decided this was the race where I would not be able to summon the energy to make the mad dash towards the finish. I just didn't think I had it in me. The end of the course had a few more turns and then with 0.2 miles left to go, it was a straight shot to the finish line. By this time the drizzle really started to pick up. Thank goodness I was almost done! As I rounded the last curve, I could see Paul and Nicole standing along the way watching for me. Then I heard John's voice (he must have been standing on the other side of the street but I never saw him) say "keep pushing, you'll make 57 if you keep pushing." Out of no where, I felt this surge of energy and it was almost like someone had jumped into my body and was running for me. Strangest.feeling.ever! Mad dash towards the finish and my first 10K was officially in the books! Interesting while it was the most challenging and demanding race to date (I'd say it was a lot tougher than my half marathon in some respects), it was the first race where I didn't feel like I was going to hyperventilate  after crossing the finish line and the first race where my breathing and such got back to normal the quickest as well.

Official time for my first 10K 57:17.

Stats per my FR220
Mile 1  9:08
Mile 2  9:20
Mile 3 9:29
Mile 4 9:25
Mile 5 9:21
Mile 6 9:26
Mile 7 7:25

Stats per my chip
1st 5K  9:16
2nd 5K  9:11
Final 9:14

I was definitely running a lot faster than I was feeling I was  (just goes to show  how clueless I am when it comes pace v. perceived effort or being able to run by feel)  and I am surprised how well I was able to maintain a relatively steady pace. Also, while I didn't have negative splits when the miles are broken down, my second 5K was faster than my first. That counts as negative splits, right? =O) As far as my placing goes, I was 4th of 17 in my AG, 47th of 159 of all females, 99th of 241 overall. Shocked to know I made the top 4 in my AG but a sweet and unexpected victory!

Race swag and post race food were excellent once again. Everyone received a short-sleeve Brooks technical T-shirt and the first 500 people who signed up received sweet-looking finishers medals (which also double as bottle openers). They offered pint glasses to the additional 300 participants. However, after you crossed the finish line, you were given the option to either take a medal or glass which I thought was a great idea because not everyone wants a medal and not everyone wants a glass. Food included really good pizza, rice krispies, granola bars, bananas, coffee and water. The Lake Heath Running Series once again did not disappoint.

After the race, we went over to Bar Louie to claim our free beer. All five of us who ran the race, whether we ran the full 10K or part of the relay, agreed this course was a beast! So glad I wasn't the only one.

Festive costume that went the distance...literally!

Final Thoughts

Even though this was my toughest course to date, it ended up being a great start to the 2016 season and I'd like to think that my hard work these lasts couple months of building a solid base and increasing my mileage helped me do as well as I did.
  • At first when I realized my time was only a minute or so faster than Paul's 10K time in October, I was a little discouraged because I have been running more now than I ever did last year and I personally thought I should have been MUCH faster. But then I put things into perspective. The courses were so vastly different where his was a flat out and back route on a tow path and this was anything but. I wonder how much faster my time would have been had the course been comparable.
  • The closest race distance to this one was my first 5miler last July. My chip pace was 9:29 for that race. The course was a relatively flat street race as well and my MPW was all over the place. By comparison, chip pace for this race was 9:14. Not too shabby considering just how hard those 6.2 miles were.
  • Although I know definitely need to run more hills, I'd like to think my increased mileage helped with my overall stamina.
So that's the race in a nutshell. LOL I apologize for the length, there was just so much to say about the experience and my first race of the season that just a paragraph would not have done it justice. It truly was an amazing race and it makes me so excited to see what the rest of the 2016 racing season brings.

Oh, I was so busy talking about me, I forget to mention who won the grudge match 10K relay. The Geek Squad finished in 7th overall with a time of 52:52 (2nd in the all male division) and The Old Married Couple finished right behind them 8th overall (5th in the co-ed division) with a time of 55:26.  Looks like Paul and I have a free breakfast coming our way. =)

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Home free...20 years later

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” 

― Rose Kennedy


Rick and me in 1995
20 years ago today, our lives were changed forever. 20 years ago today, a senseless act of jealous rage took my brother away from us. 20 years ago today, Rick died alone on a cold and snowy night. But 20 years ago today at 10:59 p.m., Rick got to see the stars for the first time ever and was reunited with our loved ones when he closed his eyes on this Earth and opened them in heaven.

I never did like the quote "time heals all wounds" and when I learned of the quote above, I thought it better suited the way I have felt over the last 20 years. The wound that was left when Rick was murdered will never go away. Yes, the pain has softened slightly, but it will never be completely gone. Not everything, however, has been all doom and gloom these last 20 years and neither will this post. The murder of my brother was one of the most horrific times of my life but out of the unforgivable tragedy, there have been many blessings.

When Rick was killed, we learned just how important family was and learned how to stick together when times are tough.

We realized just how fragile life can be and in the blink of an eye, someone you love and care about can be taken from you so even to this day, we never part ways or end a phone conversation without saying "I love you" because you never know when that time will be the last.

Our family has grown by more than just marriages and births. Our family has grown because many of Rick's friends are not only still his friends who keep him close in heart, but they have become part of our family, too.

I personally learned the importance of faith from my parents and how that faith becomes your life preserver so you can just keep swimming. 

Had it not been for Rick's murder, I may not be alive today. At the time of his death, I was in a domestically violent marriage and it's because of Rick's death at the hands of his abuser that I finally had the strength and courage that May to get myself and my young son out of the situation before it was too late. And it doesn't stop there. In January of that same year, I started talking to one of Rick's best friends, Paul, and we haven't stopped talking =) . Up until he and I got married in 1999, my son and I lived with my mom and dad and I will be forever thankful for that time because the two of us developed such a special relationship with my parents, one we wouldn't have had otherwise. Paul raised Kelly as his own and in 2001, we were blessed with our own Rick.

All of these things, as well as a couple others I didn't mention, have helped lessen the pain but there is not a day that goes by that I don't wish I could pick up the phone and call my brother; not a day that goes by that I don't miss his hugs and his infectious smile; not a family gathering that I don't look around and wish he there with us; not a moment I look at my children, my nieces and nephews, and even my greats and wonder what Rick's children would have been like. I will always miss him but I am thankful for the blessings over the last 20 years and the promise that this life is not the end and that one day I will see him again.

Coincidentally, there always seems to be a winter snow storm either close to or on Rick's "angel" anniversary. While some people grumble and complain about the snow, I don't...I like to think of it as a reminder from up about that Rick is never truly gone.

Love and miss you,  Slick. Give Papa D a hug and kiss for me.

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If you'd like to learn more about Rick's life and his death, you can visit the Facebook page I created for him Home Free - In Memory of Richard G. Whitcomb, Jr. You do not need an account to view it.

Happy Birthday Rick Whitcomb is a picture video set to music I created in honor of the 15th birthday Rick spent in heaven. It is posted on You Tube.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

A sister remembered

When you die, that doesn’t mean you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, why you live and the manner in which you live.

So live.

Fight like hell, and when you get too tired to fight, lay down and rest and let someone else fight for you.

– ESPN’s Stuart Scott


Any time I see this quote, I can’t help but think of my dear friend and sister-in-pink, Kris Stefanac. It was two years ago today she earned her angel wings and to this day, to say she lost her battle has never sat well with me. Kris was not a loser, she was anything but. She fought her battle with grace and beauty every step of the way and when God decided her time on Earth was done, she won… because of her faith, she is now in heaven with her loved ones and is waiting for those of us who believe to join her.

In life, she was my inspiration and in death, she still continues to inspire me. In life, she was a teacher (thanks to her, I can defend myself the BJJ way), a friend, a sister-in-pink and in Christ, a role model, and through her own battle, she taught me that despite whatever negatives life throws your way, look at the positives and be happy for them, thank God for them, and live your life to the fullest. I’ll never forget the conversation we had when she came to visit me after my surgery. She knew God put cancer in her life for a reason and allowed our paths to cross because He knew I would need her and that one day, He will use me and what I went through to help someone else. I'm sure there were times she was bitter about her situation but wow, what a thing to say. It's just a testimony of the kind of person Kris was and how she was able to find something good in a not-so-good situation and the kind of person I strive to be because of her.

In death, she has continued to be an inspiration. It was in her honor and memory that I ran my first 5K in June 2014 and it's because of that race, I found a love for running. And now, whether it be a race or a casual run around the neighborhood, there's not a moment that goes by that I don't think about her, miss her, and thank God He brought her into my life. Part of her is with me always and I am a better person for knowing her.

Happy Angel Anniversary, my dear friend and sister, Kris. I love you and miss you and look forward to the day I will see your beautiful face once again. PS. Give Papa D and my brother a hug for me.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

2015...A year of sadness and unexpected blessings

2015 will be the year of many things. I knew going into it that it would be the year one of the most important people in my life would be called home. I can't help but sit here and think back to this night a year ago and having to come to terms with that. But I also can't help but sit here and remember all the NYEs before that in happier times with my parents, especially all the ones where they would come over and ring in the new year with me, Paul, and the boys.

Cherished memories.

It's hard to not miss Papa D tonight and I know there are several friends who are thinking about their year and had to say goodbye to someone they loved in 2015, too. My thoughts are with each and every one of you. While 2015 will go down in the books of a year of an ultimate sadness, it will also go down as a year of unexpected happiness because although I knew it would be the year my dad's battle would end, never in a million years would I have ever guessed that it would be the year that God would bless us with another family member, my sweet daughter-in-law. Tears of sadness exchanged with tears of joy.

I am not sure what 2016 will bring and quite frankly, I'm not letting my mind go there. What I am sure of, though, is whatever happens in 2016, there will be an unexpected blessing waiting when I least expect it.

Happy New Year's Eve everyone.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Race Report: Run Santa Run 5K 12.13.15

On Sunday, my husband, son, and I ran Lake Health Running Series' Run Santa Run 5K. This was the first time the three of us have done a race together since June so I was excited it was going to be a family affair. Once again, I went into this race with very low expectations on the account I've been sick the last two weeks and once again, I surprised myself and finished my last race for 2015 with a smile on my face. And not because I was still able to keep my husband at bay. LOL In all honesty, I really thought this was going to be the race he finally took the lead but apparently that wasn't meant to be, not this race anyway.
We're famous: paparazzi caught us pre-race
Since I had to forego my goal of running a sub 25:00 5K by the end of the year when I got sick, I decided my three goals for this race would be:

1. To do better than I did at Thanksgiving's Trot to Stop Trafficking 5K. My time for that race was 27:30 but the course had a monster hill at the end (and I don't have much experience when it comes to running hills because my training runs are all relatively flat), it was cold, and it was extremely windy so I'd like to think those factors came into play for my 2nd worse time of the year.

2. To beat my time from last year's Run Santa Run which was 26:34.

3. To finish sub 26:00.

Considering this race had two things going for it; it was flat and the weather was warm, I had a pretty good feeling I'd at least meet goal #1. If I didn't, I was in trouble.

The weather was in the low 60's, so atypical of December in Cleveland, a freak of nature literally! When I heard how warm it was supposed to be on race day, I realized I was going to be waaay too hot in my get up from last year so on Saturday, I hit up the thrift stores, the party stores, any place I could find in a desperate search to find something festive. Not so easy to do when everything in the stores is geared toward freezing temps. Luckily Walmart and Target saved the day and after adding a couple of other items, my race outfit was complete.

The race was crowded with 1,005 in attendance, almost twice as many runners as last year. I'm not sure if it was the warm weather, the race swag (which included a Brooks long-sleeve tech shirt, a pint glass and Christmas Ale, and a Santa hat), the flat course, or a combination that made it so popular this year. Lots of kids from the XC team were there so shortly after we arrived, our son went to find his friends. People were already starting to line up when my husband and I were finished with our warm up so we decided we better find our places. Several yards from the starting line seemed like a good spot. We were packed in like sardines and with the crazy warm weather, it actually felt almost TOO warm but thankfully we were only standing there for about five minutes before the race began.
Our son at the starting line with some of his XC teammates
For the first mile or so, I really thought my husband was going to out run me. I'm not sure at what point I passed him but every time I looked over my shoulder after that and would see a red shirt, I fully expected it to be him. I finally decided if it happened, it happened, I just needed focus on running and keep moving.

This was only my second race using my Garmin watch and I found it to be both a blessing and a curse. Having the ability to set high and low pace alerts is really nice but I was feeling so unmotivated during this race that I was more concerned with where I was mileage-wise and dreading that I had only gone "so far" and still had "so much farther" to go rather than what my pace was. One thing that really helped this race was having my music. I know a lot of people find running with music to be a hindrance but for me, I don't think I would have done as well as I did had it not been for the carefully selected songs on my playlist to keep me motivated.

Around mile 2, I started getting a side stitch. I've never had one racing before so I was a little concerned it would get to the point I would have to stop running but it was also at this time I noticed the official blogger of the Lake Health Running Series, whom I follow but have never personally met, had just passed me. She's not only an experience runner but also a running coach and six years younger than me so I decided I was going to try to keep up with her as best I could. Timing couldn't have been any more perfect because my focus shifted from side stitch to her.

At 2.5 miles, we went around the last turn and it was a straight shot to the finish. By this time, I was exhausted but determined to keep up with my "pacer." It just so happened the strategically placed song "Push It" by Static X came on and that's exactly what I did and was actually was able to get ahead of her. When I saw the clock at 25:45, I pushed myself as hard as I could because I was determined to finish sub 26:00. I crossed just as the clock reached 26:01. Dang it! Feeling defeated, I went to save the race in my watch only to find my time read 25:49. I completely forgot there was a timing mat at the start and we crossed it several seconds after the race began so it was just quite possible that I DID finish sub 26:00! I went over to check the live results and sure enough, 25:49 was my time. Whoohooo! I did it! Goals #1 and #2 were both met. Now it was time to check my time from last year's race. Sure enough, I met that goal, too! I didn't get any AG, as a matter of fact, I was 12 of 85 but I met all three of my goals and that was good enough for me. Negative splits, too! (8:33, 8:27, and 8:24). The icing on the cake was with a time of 25:49, I was only 13 seconds shy of my PR! Happy dance all around!

So thus ends a year with many races, as well as AG awards, under my belt. 2015 was a great year and I can't wait to see what 2016 brings!
A family affair to end a great racing year!


Wednesday, December 9, 2015

A family that gets tattooed together, stays together: honoring Papa D's birthday

After I got my "hope" tattoo on the one month anniversary of my dad's home going, I decided I was going to get another one on the six month anniversary. When the date snuck up on me and I realized I had to forego that idea, I decided I would honor my dad's birthday by getting a tattoo then. Shortly before Thanksgiving, I made my appointment that would honor both of his birthdays by scheduling it for December 8 at 6 pm.

When my middle sister, Janna, found out I had made the appointment, she decided she would go to North Coast Body Mods with me and talk to them about a design. She figured she'd meet with one of the artists and then go back at a later date. My son, Kelly, talked about coming just to give me moral support. Perhaps it was divine intervention or just a strange twist of fate, but by the end of our visit, the three of us would walk out with tattoos.
I'm not sure what possessed Kelly to get one too, perhaps it was the just the day or perhaps it's the way tattoos are addicting, but before I knew it, he was getting something drawn up. His tattoos are the Chinese symbols for "faith" and "eternity." If you've read any of my other blog or Facebook posts, it's pretty obvious why these two words are significant.

Janna wanted a cross tattoo to signify her faith that incorporated her children's names as well as my parent's initials in a creative way but wasn’t sure how exactly she wanted it to look. The artist came back with a drawing that captured her idea in a way better than I think either she or I imagined so when he said he was available to do it right then and there, she figured why not go for it!

My tattoo signifies many things but I'm sure if you know me, you wouldn't expect anything less. LOL  It as a whole represents the faith my parents instilled in me. A heart with the infinity symbol signifies that love never ends, that this life is not the end, and that one day we will be reunited to live forever together in Glory. Purple is the color of hope and purple fading to black is a reference to one of my brother's favorite Metallica songs (a song my mom says she likes to listen to at "warped speed" now). I guess you can say since we are quickly approaching Rick's 20 year angel anniversary on the 19th of next month and I’m not sure I'll know what I want for my next tattoo by then, this tattoo is in honor/memory of him, too. Lastly, at my dad's celebration of life service, I closed with the line "until we meet again" so I wanted to include those words as well.

So what started out as a somber day ended with unexpected surprises and blessings. Funny how it works out like that sometimes. I kind of like to think we have my dad to thank for that. =)
Post tattoo Jaegermeister shots for Papa D
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Earlier in the day, I spent several hours with my mom and older sister, Nadine. We went to lunch, signed the paperwork for my dad's headstone, and went to the cemetery. My dad had made a pine cross for Rick's grave years ago and it managed to survive the housefire of 2011. We placed it on my dad's grave. We also took two of the pew bows from Kelly and Jaime's wedding and put them at both his and Rick's grave. The headstone won't be ready until the spring but at least we are able to add our own "markers" until then. Even when we are doing things that are sad, we are still able to laugh and enjoy each other's company. My dad and my brother wouldn't want it any other way.