Better Than The Alternative Tuesdays: People Who Kick Ass

This is an epic week for me and what better way to celebrate than with Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays? Mrs. Obi-wan has this cool necklace that really embodies all of her attributes and inspired today’s blog theme. Allow me to dedicate this blog to those people in my (and your) life who kick some serious ass. Because, I don’t know about you, but being around those people makes my life brighter.

The "Kick Ass" necklace from Dogeared (image courtesy of dogeared.com)

Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while now know that I have a serious amount of kick-ass people in my world. I can’t help it, I’m drawn to them. Sometimes I’m related to them (even better, they can’t get away from me!). And sometimes I meet them for five minutes and the memory of their awesomeness is forever imbedded in my mind. I don’t know how I get so lucky, but it seems everyone around me just plain ‘ol kicks ass. I love it!

I like to celebrate those people as much as possible. Usually, it’s with cupcakes. I love a cupcake, especially SugarSweet Sunshine and Moxie Cupcake! I can’t help myself. But sometimes, a shout-out is better than a cupcake so today is all about sending a shout-out to those people in your life who kick ass (sometimes yours) and deserve to know they do.

*Blondie, you kick ass and are just incredible.

*Rainbow Bright, you kick ass for jumping to help a friend in need. Not everyone does that.

*Here’s to an awesome team of 3 from luluemon who are volunteering to guide Achilles athletes at this year’s ING NYC Marathon AND will be raising money for the charity Let All the Children Play in the process. You guys kick ass and I couldn’t be prouder or more inspired!

*Secret Agent Man and Bonkers, you kick ass for follow your dreams, which is always the most inspiring reason to leave any place.

*All the athletes out there who never give up, you kick ass. I see you. Keep going.

*My friends who are embarking on the final stretch to attaining their various medical licenses, you kick some major ass! You are all smarter than me and I am counting on you to fix me and my old bones in the future. I am in awe of your smartypants-ness.

*Anyone who is running for the first time today, tomorrow or last month: you kick ass! Starting is the hardest part and you totally kick ass for lacing up your sneaks and taking those first steps. Welcome.

With all of you kick-ass people in my life in mind, I’m going to head out into this beautiful day and go for a run. Join me, won’t you? Go out and run!

Wait! First tell me, who kicks ass in YOUR life?

Battle Of Brooklyn Recap

JB and I just sat down for lunch (yes, lunch at 11am) after finishing the Battle of Brooklyn this morning and all I have to say is: Holy sweaty runner, Batman! I am not unaccustomed to getting my sweat on during a run, especially a 10-miler in August, but Oh. My. God. I think I left puddles along the course in Prospect Park. Yikes.

We almost didn’t make it to Brooklyn because our cab driver felt compelled to drive at the speed of sound down the FDR. I was convinced it was the end of us. No, we did not take the train to Brooklyn at 6am. We are that couple. My husband more so than me, but I really don’t put up much of a fight when it means I can get up at 6:30 (a much more reasonable hour) and do my morning routine without being stressed out about train times. Stress + UC = emergency bathroom breaks mid-race. So, yeah. We took a cab. And almost died.

Well, at least there wasn't a chance in hell we'd be late for the start!

Upon arrival, I thanked all of my guardian angels and headed to the POJ to do my thang. Ummmm….memo to Jackrabbit: When there are hundreds of people coming to your race, 7 POJ’s is insufficient. You read that right: 7. For a race. I was horrified and immediately staked a place in line, hoping I’d get to go before the start, suddenly thankful for my speed demon of a taxi driver.

Wow. Just...wow. Clearly, they did not know I was coming to this race.

One woman complained to some official-looking person. His response, "At 8:05, the lines will be gone!" PS. The race started at 8:00. Nice.

Thankfully, I made it in and out and to the start line with JB in plenty of time. A very unceremonious (not in a bad way) “GO!” started the 10 mile race. We took off downhill, steering clear of the brilliant runners who thought their 10 minute per mile pace warranted a front-line start. I will never understand that. Anyway, the park wasn’t too crowded and the race wasn’t either so it was a great run to pace it out and relax. 1st mile downhill = 7:15 first mile. Ooops. I did not keep that up. JB hung back and we both just tried to get a handle on our pace.

I really enjoyed running through Prospect Park. It’s not nearly as crowded as Central Park, the loop is shorter and friends who live in Park Slope come out to cheer! Nothing’s better than having friends cheer for you as you muddle through a soggy 10 miles. I must’ve looked super sexy.

JB passed me around mile 8, which I love. He’s 6’2” and a former Marine, so I fully expect he will be the fast one in the family. He finished about 15 seconds ahead of me and cheered for me at the finish line. Good man. Hard to miss the sound of someone shouting, “Go Abigail!” (he doesn’t call me Abby–ever). I love that he’s coming out of his cheerleader shell! Go honeybun!

So, done and done. We both ran just under 8 minute miles. Not exactly my goal, but close to it and the weather being what it was, I’m happy. We ran into Ali who was sporting her “I ♥ SWEAT” shirt, a perfect theme for the race.

Clearly, I support this statement because, well, duh...

We also saw our friend from lululemon Run Club, Secret Agent Man who fully kicked our butts and later confessed he was struggling out there as well. No one was immune to the humidity beast today! We’re all just thrilled we finished.

Success!

I am home, showered, in my robe and about to devour my tacos. Do not get in between me and my food after a race. I will hurt you. Battle of Brooklyn winner? Me!

What did you do this weekend? Did you rock a run or take a break? Tell me and then…

Go out and run!