Admitting you have a problem is the first step…

Hi, my name is Sarah, and I’m addicted to Endorphins!!! There I said it! After a bad run this morning (really more of a walk) I came home and did another 20 minutes of working out. Then an hour of serious cleaning, followed by a walk with the dog (short walk, he has short legs)….

So this was my Facebook status update just a few minutes ago.  As soon as I started typing I knew it was time to blog.  Not only had I not made time to blog for a while, but when inspiration hits you have to take advantage of it.  So here I am sitting down very reluctantly and writing.  What I really want is to be outside in this amazing weather walking, or even riding my bike!! And if you knew how bad I was at bike riding you would know how crazy that sounds!!!

This week I pushed hard on all my workouts, I really wanted to feel the burn! And then I came down with a stomach bug that kept me in bed and still for most of a day.  Sadly it was this that made me realize I had a problem.  Even though every time I sat up or turned over in bed I felt nauseous I just wanted to exercise.  I wanted to be out of bed and moving as if that would make me feel better.

 

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I can’t deny this addiction any longer, but I’m not sure I want to fight it.  I’m more active at work, home, and life in general.  My body just wants to keep moving, which for me is a big deal! I am the queen of laziness and procrastination.  But when I come home at night now, I find myself looking for things to do to keep moving.  And thankfully I’m learning to focus it on cleaning and organizing.  Not because I enjoy either of those two chores, but because I know that I can set a timer and challenge myself to get more done.

It is this self competition that I think I need to nurture.  The more I can get in the habit of challenging and pushing myself the better! I know that I need to pick up the pace with my running if I’m going to finish in the time allowed.  When I have someone running with me I’m definitely faster, but I won’t have a friend with me all the time.  I need to check my pace more, and push a little harder on each interval.  Setting personal goals is the only way to move ahead.

Sitting still is driving me crazy.  I’m typing like a mad woman, and I have to do some serious spell checking now because of it.  The gorgeous weather outside is calling me, so I think I’ll throw open some windows (need to figure out which ones have screens, and get to work on a chore or two…. maybe a craft project as well…..

Off The Deep End

Have you heard that I have gone off the deep end again? I’m training to run a marathon!

Every 5 minutes someone new is diagnosed with a blood cancer.  This is why I have committed to run the San Diego Rock N Roll Marathon on June 3rd.  I am busy training with the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training.  My goal is to raise $5000 to help stop leukemia, lymphoma Hodgkin lymphoma and myeloma from taking more lives.

My grandmother Virginia Barbee taught me many things in life but most importantly she taught me to give to others and to strive for excellence.  My grandfather Jack Bishop showed me that a charitable life is a full life, and that any goal I want I can achieve.  It is for them and for some other very important people who are still fighting that I am preparing to run 26.2 miles.

Everyone who has lost this battle and everyone who continues to fight this battle has a story and a family who loves them.  Their courage and faith drive me to continue my fight for a cure in hopes that no one else will have to lose a loved one.  A financial contribution in   support of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society would be greatly appreciated.  All donations are tax-deductible. You can visit my personal webpage to donate and to keep track of my training and fundraising:

http://pages.teamintraining.org/nc/rnr12/suebaby

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.  It’s not.  ~Dr. Seuss

The poetry of running

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Well back in January, I started training for a marathon.  No I’m not one of those crazy runners who are just addicted and wear the skinny leggings… but I’m on my way.  I have tried several times over the past 2 years to train and run a distance run.  First a 5K, then a half marathon, then I spent a year with injuries.  Now I’m going whole hog and training for a full.  But I’m not alone in this.  I’ve signed up with Team In Training to raise funds for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  I watched my mother train for 2 marathons that she completed so I know it can be done.

The question now is will I be able to survive all of this.  Yesterday for a good part of my run, I thought I might have to give it up.  Muscles were hurting in places I didn’t know could hurt.  My body felt like absolute lead.  But then I got in the last 2 miles, back in a neighborhood, all by myself.  Now this is not because I’m an awesome runner.  Far from it, in fact.  I’m running in intervals of 3 and 3.  So I run for 3 minutes and walk for 3 minutes.  I keep an okay pace, but not great and Saturday it was way off.  I’m also usually the only one in my group training for the Full so in the next few weeks I’ll be running about 2 miles further than they will.
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So here I was with only 2 people behind me and 2 miles to go, hating my body.  And then something happened… Yeah not a runners high so much as an odd epiphany.  I realized why I was so miserable.  I had stopped listening to my music it was now just noise in my ear.  I was looking at trees and mailboxes as goalposts to stop running at.  My muscles were aching but I hadn’t noticed how even my breathing had become or that my legs just kept pulling me along.  I was missing the point of running and more importantly the point of doing this with Team in Training.

So I changed my playlist, and found a salsa mix to give me a real rhythm to run to.  I focused on the beat of my feet hitting the pavement.  I looked at the yards and the houses and the gardens.  Most importantly, I thought about my grandfather and my grandmother who I am running for.  And then I thought about our mission moment and the family waiting at Duke to hear about their child.  And suddenly I didn’t hurt anymore, and I ran longer, and I breathed better.
See I think Team in Training is about more than getting in shape to run a marathon.  It’s about giving purpose to your endeavor.  There are lots of running groups out there, but here is one that inspires your soul.
To donate to the cause please visit my fundraising website at http://pages.teamintraining.org/nc/rnr12/suebaby