Whine, Turtle Runner and Wine

If you have delicate sensibilities, stop now because I plan on saying what I want to say, exactly how I want to say it. Which is:
Fuck me, that was an annoying run!! Or run/walk, whatever the hell what I do is called. I need a name for this method. I think I'll just say RW. So ok, FUCK ME, that was an annoying RW! And no, gentleman, that was not an invitation but an exclamation. Everything hurt this evening. Everything. Blah. I'll disgust myself if I go into a whining fit so I'll resist the urge.
Why, oh why is running this way? One run is incredible and I feel on top of the world, capable of anything. The next run? The next run can leave me feeling like an idiot for thinking I'm capable of running a half marathon.
And what the hell?! I'm slow! As I told someone recently, I've taken to calling myself Turtle Runner. I have the body for running. I'm lean and long-ish. I look like people's idea of a recreational runner...well, other than the boobage. Ha. Guess what? It's a sham! A mere facade. I am a TURTLE. Doing this RW thing (I'd say Galloway Method, but I'm not actually following that method) I do 3.1 miles in 34 minutes. Even walking part of the time I feel I should get 3 miles done in 30 minutes. The weirdest part? My jogging pace isn't too bad. I can keep it in a 10 minute mile, which is average, I think. It's my walking pace that kills me! I can not, to save my life, walk at a fast clip. I mean a pack of Zombies could be on my ass and if I had to out walk them, I'd quickly become one of the Zombie Nation.
Oh hey, didn't I say I wasn't going to whine? Yes, yes I did. Apparently I lied. The good news is my wine is kicking in and I'm feeling less annoyed by this evenings shortcomings. Notice I didn't say MY shortcomings. Uh uh. No. Negatory. It was this evening, that run and not me that fell short. That's what I'm telling myself and I'm sticking to it.

Back in the Groove and a Great Cause

Not only am I back in the groove, I'm now registered for not one, but TWO 5k's in March! Can I hear a "You kick ass Michelle?" And not only will Kurt run them with me, but Morgan, my son's girlfriend, is joining us for both races! These will be her very first 5K's! I am so crazy honored to share her first official race with her!

And now on to the great cause: We are fund raising for our first race in March: South Florida Run for Compassion. 100% of the money donated will go towards providing clean water to those in need. And yes, it's a Christian organization, but please don't let that distract you from this very good cause. Let 's come together, regardless of belief systems, and help people. Please click the link below and donate what you can. Thanks!

FirstGiving - Your fundraising

Friends and Partners

Today, as a few of my friends can attest, I was a whiny baby. I went out with friends last night, had a couple of margaritas and a fantastic time, but stayed up too late and as a result, was dragging butt today. And for some weird reason, I was achy all over. All that to say it was a day when I rather than thinking, "I get to run today!" I was thinking, "Crap, I have to run today."

With the help of the above mentioned friends and their harassment (It was suggested I start using a pacifier) I managed to convince myself that I needed to get over it and go run. And so I did and you know what? It really wasn't as terrible as I had anticipated. My aches feel better too. I did four miles alternating between walking and running. I ran more at a stretch than I have in a while and felt pretty good doing so. There appears to be progress and that delights me. Without my man to encourage me on and my friends to harass me into better behavior, this journey to the half wouldn't be half as much fun. Thank you my love and thank you my peeps!

Here's the post run pic of the night. we're ridiculous. It's why I like him...well that and another reason, but that's private ;-)