I got some bad news on Wednesday night. I found out that my stepmother has lung cancer and my grandma has liver cancer. They were diagnosed on the same day. Obviously, not great stuff to hear.
Yesterday I was feeling sort of blah and realized I was using this news as an excuse to not do the 7-mile run on my training plan. I could have run yesterday morning before going to campus, but I didn't. I could have run when I got home, but didn't. Last night at about 6:00 I was sitting on the coach, eating watermelon, and trying to talk myself into going for my run.
I thought about my grandma and how she coped with life's problems. Sort of the WWGD (what would Grandma do) question...I can't say that my grandma would have run seven miles, but she would have kept moving. Whether it was mowing the grass or fixing something around the house, she just got the job done. My job yesterday was to run seven miles, so I ran my seven miles. I got the job done.
The funny thing was that as I was sitting on the couch deciding whether to run, I ate a lot of watermelon. To be specific, I ate half a watermelon. After running about half a mile, I realized I had eaten WAY too much watermelon. My stomach started cramping and I actually had to double over a couple of times! It was my own dumb fault, so I vowed to run through it, and I am glad that I did. The stomach pain went away after about four miles.
I have been doing an excellent job sticking to my training plan. I feel like I'm sort of in a groove, so let's hope that lasts! Today marks 100 days until the Fox Cities Marathon!
Hello Elaine, I just got done reading your blog and I have to say I am glad to hear that you ran your 7 miles and Powered through. Stayed strong and stayed the course! Somebody mentioned at work one time that half of the battle is just showing up. I think that is true in our fitness events that we are working toward. Last night when I got home from work I was supposed to run 1.5 hours. I came in and told Denell I really don't want to do it. My work plans didn't pan-out and I had to do more work than anticipated. I stood around at an investigation for two hours in the heat, sweating, and my back and feet were starting to ache. The thought of running for that length of time just didn't seem ... well... smart! On top of that it was raining in Newton, Ia. and not just a drizzle but there were puddles and a steady soak going on outside. Running with wet feet always makes me Happy! at any rate, Denell challenged me to get my running gear and we would go to the Police Department since the YMCA was closed and she would walk while I ran. Begrudgingly I went out the door and 8.25 miles later and 1.50 hours later I was done. I made it through. I showed up. I got the job finished. Hang in their little lady, you did well! Today is Father's Day. I get Sunday's off from training. I am going to enjoy some Lasagna that my wife made and a pint of Guinness. We got the job done. It wasn't fast and it wasn't pretty, but we showed up. Love you, Bill #3
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