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I Am Still A Runner…

2 April 2012

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Welcome back from the weekend! How was it for you? Did you race/run/spin/downward dog/walk/lift/etc.? I ran, but mostly did adult things like take care of pressing household issues. I was thrilled (for more than one reason) that the weather was dark and stormy all weekend–no better time to be running all over Deliverance than on a cold, rainy day! So happy I didn’t miss out on the sunshine.

There’s something that’s been on my mind lately, partly because it’s a hot topic of conversation among runners and non-runners alike and everyone seems to have an opinion. What makes a runner a “runner”? Some people have a laundry list of exactly what makes a runner a “runner”. I have one qualification: you run. That’s it.

And it go me thinking…

I am still a runner even though I look like this when I run:

Yeah, Jersey.

…not like this:

Kara Goucher, you're my hero (photo courtesy of Erica Miss America)

I am still a runner even though I mostly run here:

IBD doesn't will never stop me! I *heart* the treadmill.

…not here:

I miss my Central Park runs (sigh)

I am still a runner even though I probably eat too much of this:

Nutritionist asked me to eat more yogurt. 16 Handles froyo counts, right?

…and not enough of this:

It looks like pea soup, but is actually pretty tasty!

I am still a runner even though I am regularly hopped-up on drugs:

No blood-doping here. Just your run-of-the-mill internal biologic warfare.

…and sometimes, even steroids for a race:

Good thing I wasn't drug tested at Philly. I am guilty of steroid use during a competitive event. Not that I'm anyone's competition, but totally 'roided up nonetheless.

I am still a runner even though I don’t finish first.

I am still a runner even though I don’t run very fast.

I am still a runner even though I haven’t raced since Philly.

I am still a runner even though I sometimes choose spinning over running.

I am still a runner even though I don’t get paid to run.

I am still a runner even though I don’t run every day.

I am still a runner even though I haven’t qualified for the Boston Marathon.

I am still a runner even though I don’t run for a team.

I am still a runner even though I sometimes run in a skirt.

LOVE my Speed Skirt.

I am a runner because I run.

And so are you.

Now go out and run!

Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays: Lighten Up

29 November 2011

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Wow! Time flies. I feel like this week zoomed on by and now I’m facing deadlines for DPT school and there is absolutely no time to waste. In light of how stressful the holidays (and school deadlines!) can be, let us take a moment to Lighten Up.

Exhibit A:

Gobble, gobble!

That is me, dressed in my turkey costume for the 1st annual lululemon athletica 5K Turkey Trot. I may not look much like a turkey, but my costume was made with love, feathers and ridiculous amount of silliness. As “race director” (man, oh man do I use that term loosely!), I could have shown up in my chic luluelmon attire and raced with my fellow trotters around Central Park without having people stare at me, wondering what the tall girl in the feathers was doing in a cardboard box ringing a cowbell. That would have been fine.

I went the other way because it’s a Turkey Trot! Lighten Up! Have some fun, don’t race for time, let the box slow you down and stop when people ask why you’re dressed that way to tell them that, yes, a grown woman is still free to dress like a turkey when she feels the spirit move her. Lighten Up. It’s not all serious.

Exhibit B:

An amazing view from behind. Feathers!

There are soooooo many very serious things in life that we really cannot make light of. Trust me, I am experiencing some of them right now. Some situations are just so crappy and hard and unfair that you want to scream and cry throw a tantrum all at the same time. And sometimes I do just that. (sorry, JB)

But the other stuff, the stuff that really isn’t that deep, that’s where we need to Lighten Up. Do a Jingle Bell Run for fun and wear bells on your shoes. Dress as Santa for the Santa Claus Shuffle. Rent an Elvis suit for the Rock ‘n Roll Marathon/Half-Marathon in Vegas this weekend. Wear a funny hat and sunglasses with the year “2012” on them for the Midnight Run. Lighten Up.

Last week, before our trip to Florida, I had to check in with Dr. Boz. He decided he didn’t like what was going on and blah, blah, blah, ordered newer, stronger meds for me and pumped me full of IV drugs to help me feel better.

What's this brown stuff going into my arm?

In between giving me the rundown on  my not-so-awesome-but-they’re-going-to-get-the-job-done drugs, we actually spent the majority of the time during my appointment swapping holiday Outlaw stories and chatting about how a good kitchen set-up makes it so much easier to cook Thanksgiving dinner. See? Lighten Up. Yes, moon face is probably on the horizon for me as we taper the ‘roids, but it’s not the end of the world! There are drugs on the way to helping me kick this flare-up and start off the New Year on a good health note! So, Lighten Up!

Lighten up! Take a funny picture and send it to your husband to make him laugh at work while you tell him all about your doctor’s visit. (See above)

Lighten Up! Run for fun instead of for time.

Lighten Up! Have a sense of humor about yourself.

Lighten Up! Don’t try so hard to tell everyone how sainted you are.

Lighten Up! Let that less-than-flattering picture on Facebook stay up as a testament to how much fun you have and how confident you are.

Lighten Up! Fall over in yoga class (or in the privacy of your own home gym) and laugh.

Lighten Up! Quit criticizing everyone else’s everything.

Lighten Up! Life is hard for you to be wound so tightly all the time.

I can be an uptight ninny sometimes, so I love the moments in life that remind me to Lighten Up. Like the Turkey Trot or my doctor and I comparing Thanksgiving cooking styles as he drugs me up. I love the people in my world who remind me to Lighten Up. Those moments when I truly Lighten Up make being here much better than being there. And that’s what BTATs are all about.

Lighten Up, friends.

Now go out and run!