I cannot believe I have not posted here for almost a year! A lot of that has to do with the fact that on 9/9/13, I turned 50, and in 11/13, my sister turned 60! We decided to celebrate the WHOLE year through by getting together often, traveling, and running races. Since then, I have decided to complete at least one race in all 50 states before I die (or die trying). In the meantime …
Last post I was gearing up for my first half marathon, the Rock ‘n Roll in Virginia Beach, two weeks out of a CAM boot for stress fractures. It was great seeing my sister Robin and her husband at their home in Virginia, and then Robin and I headed out for a few days in Virginia Beach. What can I say? My foot hurt, it was really hot, and the route was not very beach-y. I would say we both were disappointed. Post-race we were both so hot and tired, we just went back to our hotel and collapsed. I was satisfied with my time, but I knew I would not be back to run that race again.
After a few more days in Virginia, Robin and I grabbed the Amtrak to New York City to visit my daughter Morgan, who at that time was a sophomore in the honors college at CCNY. We stayed near the walkway to the Brooklyn Bridge and for the first time I actually walked over the bridge, which was amazing. Our hotel was near many of the businesses that were washed out by the hurricane. There was a lot of rebuilding going on, but since most of the small businesses did not have insurance, I’m sure a lot of them cannot rebuild and reopen. It was sad. New York really is an amazing city, though; I lived there for a few years after high school, and would love to live there a few more years!
Robin and I then took the Amtrak back to Buffalo, where we “ran” the Dirty Girl Mud Run. It was unseasonably cold and windy that day, one week post-half marathon, and I was coming off my injuries, so it was a pretty tough event! We had a good time, though, and I might want to try it again when I’m healthy and the weather is warmer!
Yesterday was Lucille Ball’s birthday. I can’t explain why I am so crazy about her. Her facial expressions, her eyes, her voice, her physical comedy. The way she rocked those dresses and capri pants. Because she is from Jamestown, NY (not too far from Buffalo). Because when I was so sick during my second pregnancy, my oldest daughter would lie with me and we would watch Lucy on TV Land all day. Lucy inspires me. I can’t wait to race in the first ever Lucy Town Half Marathon in Jamestown this October.
Which leads me to my recent doctor appointment. Such a nice, young man, too afraid now to tell me I can’t (or shouldn’t) be doing the Rock ‘n Roll Virginia Beach Half Marathon on September 1. Instead, I am to wear my boot for two more weeks, and then go back for a cortisone shot. When I tell him I am not concerned about doing the half marathon, because I will do the half marathon, he says he knows, because I am very “driven.” As I look at his face when he says that though, I think what he means to say is that I am a crazy old lady.
But in a few weeks I will be a crazy old lady who finished her first half marathon.
I have to admit, I thought this was going to be a wonderful summer. My oldest daughter was fulfilling her dream and moving to Seoul, South Korea. She was accepted to teach English at her first choice school, and expected to leave mid-July. Due to multiple snags, glitches and being at the mercy of not one but two governments, her papers still are being processed and home she waits. Needless to say her spirits are sagging and patience is just about non-existent.
My next and youngest daughter left college in NYC in the spring with the plan that for this school year (which begins in 3 1/2 weeks) she would find an apartment with three of her friends (all of whom live in surrounding boroughs to NYC). As time passes, there is talk that the friends might just commute from home to school, which is impossible for my daughter. This is not definitive, but how patient can you be when you are talking about possibly not having a living space? Her nerves are just about rattled.
For me, today is exactly one month before the Rock ‘n Roll Half Marathon in Virginia Beach, my first-ever half marathon and the beginning of my year-long 50th birthday celebration. Unfortunately, I am still in my CAM boot nursing stress fractures and bursitis, and haven’t been able to train for over a month. It goes without saying that due to my injuries, my family hasn’t been able to do many of the fun family outings that we had planned. It’s easy to feel like a bad mom, still, even when your kids are grown, when you can’t do anything to help them with their situations, and you can’t even follow through on promises you made.
I consider myself a very patient person, but this summer is really testing me!