NYC Marathon Episode 4: The little Engine that could

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR DONATIONS!!!

 Shout out to Jordan K. What an awesome stash of information!

Ocean ParkwayOcean Parkway towards Coney Island – Pretty! 

McDonald Avenue  Back on McDonald Avenue towards Greenwood – Not so pretty!

This week was rough.

Started the week somewhat under the weather, had a mid-week meet-the-teacher night and a house guest on Thursday & Friday….so didn’t get much training in this week.

AND THEN on Saturday morning, I got the word that my aunt, my father’s youngest sister, had passed away in the early hours…to breast cancer.

I started this race as a dedication to 3 family members…now there is a fourth.

Aunty Yeye

So my 15 mile run on Sunday morning was quite an emotional roller coaster.

I started out fueled with hurt, anger and revenge. By Mile 10, I felt exhausted.

And by Mile 13, as I was struggling up a steep hill in the Greenwood area of Brooklyn, I felt totally discouraged.

This was the first time I really considered giving up.

I was seriously thinking through how I would break the news to all of you after all the support you have given.

“What’s the use anyway?” I asked myself, “I’ll just make it to the nearest bus stop and go back home.”

cant

After the top of the hill at Mile 14, coming downhill and heading to the Mile 15 mark, I felt my strength coming back.

And when it was all done, and I was waiting for the bus ride home, I thought…

Yes, Susan, of course you can do it! and yes, there IS a use.

If it is just in memory of those I love, or if the funds will help to fight and prevent more loss, there IS a use.

So…running on!

run on

Thank you for indulging me! 🙂

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NYC Marathon Episode 3: Back to School – Now the REAL struggle begins

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Can I just tell you that you are the best support team a girl could have?

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! – For the donations, the encouragement and great words of advice! I appreciate every little thing!

Shout out to Julie S. for the great conversation about shoes and foot health! Also shout out to Vadim S. for great suggestions about Brooklyn running routes and hill training!

Brooklyn Bridge Sunday Sept 10

(A beautiful Sunday morning run over the Brooklyn Bridge)

Back to School – Now the REAL struggle begins

I just realized that training in the summer months was easy.

I had my own time, I could schedule runs in the morning before work and evenings after work and anytime at weekends as long the kids didn’t have a basketball game.

But now school is back in session and I have to schedule my runs around school, meetings, afterschool programs and homework.

I am just realizing how hard that is. 😦

The other night, I stayed up till midnight baking and decorating a birthday cake, got up at 5am to get the kids to school and still got in a 7 mile run before work.

birthday cake

Um….yes…this was me… tired

Nonetheless, I did a successful 14 miles on Sunday morning from Flatbush, Brooklyn, over the beautiful Brooklyn Bridge, up the West Side along the Hudson River Park running path (so pretty!!) to 72nd Street Subway Station, Manhattan. (and yes, I got on the train and rode home)

OMG, that is only half of the whole distance!!! shocked smiley.jpg

Almost there….53 days to go!

THANK YOU!!!

 

NYC Marathon Episode 2: Body Rebellion

Prospect Park Evening

(Entering Prospect Park, Brooklyn in the Evening)

Invariably the beginning of my run elicits pain and discomfort.

Pain in my left foot reminiscent of the plantar fasciitis I ran with last year; cramping in my toes first in one foot, then the other; aching in my knees; my lungs burning as they get used to taking in more oxygen faster.

This is the time when the temptation to give up is at its strongest. (a second wave of that temptation comes at about mile 10)

But if I just keep going, soon the pains subside and I find a rhythm. And once I am there, I am able to enjoy all the things I appreciate about running.

The sights and sounds in the parks and streets – The trees silhouetted against the evening or morning sky. The drums in the Drummer’s Grove of Prospect Park, the people dancing along.

The other runners in all ages, shapes and sizes; some pushing strollers, others accompanied by loyal four-legged friends.

The playground I used to take my kids to when they were toddlers. I smile at the memory and at the thought that I am teaching them a valuable lesson by running this race.

The families on the grass – relaxing, playing, laughing, eating (not so good when I am hungry)

It warms my heart.

And I am reminded of why I am running, and the people I am running for.

And I am filled with gratitude.

Gratitude that, unlike the many patients fighting to stay alive right now, I can indeed, run!

The body rebellion is squashed! And I keep on running.

12 miles and counting!

62 days to go!

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NYC Marathon Episode 1: 10 Miles down, 16.2 Miles to go

 

Hi!

With just a teeny bit of trepidation, I am proud to announce that I will be running the NYC Marathon on November 5th in support of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

This will be my first full Marathon and I am running it in memory of three family members I have lost to cancer in the last decade – My mother, my sister and my uncle.

The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society was started in 1949 with the goal of raising funds to help in the fight against blood cancers. Over the years, much of the research work done with their support has led to treatments in many other forms of cancer.

I am honored to play a part in the continued effort to support this important and necessary work and have made a commitment to raise a minimum of $3500 for the cause.

Please join me in the fight!

I will keep you updated on my training and fundraising progress.

Sincerest Thanks!

TNT

Getting Personal

Dear Readers,

I often see things or think of things I want to write about, but then I censor myself because I feel it is too personal or I am thinking it is something you might not want to read.

But that is not how blogging works, is it?

I should write anyway and then you, the readers, have the choice of reading what interests you.

I guess not every post has to work for every reader. That would be unrealistic. After all, we don’t love every single song by our favorite artist, do we?

And as far as being personal, well, that is what a blog is. So…

About a month ago now, I ran my first marathon. It was the New York City Marathon.

I ran with a charity and raised money for the fight against cancer.

I wrote a ‘blog’ for my donors, following my experiences as I trained and ran my race.

These blog posts should have been here. They are pertinent to the cause of The Woman Hood because they speak to the strength, love, and determination of one woman achieving a life long dream.

So I am sharing my posts here and hope you enjoy reading them as much as my donors did.

If you are inspired to contribute to this or any other cause, please feel free to do so.

And if you are inspired to start moving and to change your life in someway, we would very much welcome your story and comments here.

Be Blessed!

Awesome vs. Ugh

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

This quote has been attributed to Albert Einstein but the Internet is rife with arguments that these words are not his.

No matter!

Regardless of who said these words, they came to me today and were welcome because they are a reminder to be grateful for absolutely everything in life, for life itself.

Today we had a snow storm.

Last night the media filled us with fear and foreboding about the treacherous storm that was about to destroy everything in its path. Schools and workplaces were shut in advance. Long lines ran round the block at grocery stores as people bought all their emergency food supplies. Everyone prepared.

And everyone complained.

It’s March..why is it still winter?…

Another storm? More shoveling, ugh!…

The city is shutting down? Oh no, but I need to do this and that, and now I can’t…

And so on and so forth.

Well, though we did have a snow storm, it was not as bad as had been predicted. Instead of 18 inches of snow, we had 6. And guess what?

That’s right…we complained!!

This is what they call a Blizzard?? This is barely even a storm!,

Is this what we closed the schools for?? We could have gone to work.

Where is all the snow they promised? I thought we could go out sledding, this is more ice than snow.

Ugh, it is so wet and cold outside.

More shoveling!!!

We are habitual complainers!

I don’t know if humans have always been this way, but there is no doubt that it is definitely who we are nowadays. We need to complain and be dissatisfied or we are not normal. Society requires us to bitch and moan about something, anything, but there must be something.

If you are happy and go lucky…you are probably on something.

But then think about the saying I opened with.

What about the miracles??? What if every thing is a miracle? Maybe we would be in awe more often instead of complaining.

We are alive! It snows! We get to experience snow! We get to feel cold, or wet and we come inside and enjoy warmth.

We drink a cup of hot chocolate and cuddle up in front of a movie. TV? How amazing. Cable? Wow! Streaming?? OMG!

We get a snow day off! An unplanned vacation day! Yay!

A day away from the office! Time to have some fun with the kids! Yippee!

We are strong enough to shovel snow. Watch how amazingly your arms lift the shovel full of snow, how your back supports you, how strong your legs are. How perfectly everything works together. The human body is the most amazing machine of all.

Look at the snow….how does that even happen??? Tiny amazingly perfect flakes of ice falling from the sky…if that isn’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.

Look around you. Look at every little mundane everyday thing and be amazed at what a miracle everything really is.

It just makes you say, Wow! and Thank you! over and over and over again.

And what a positive and wonderful place that is to be in – a place of awe and gratitude – every single day in every moment.

Now that is living a miracle. I like that!

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