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Marathon Mom

June 4, 2008

Marathon training. Ouch. WHY the H – E – double hockey sticks (still riding high on the Penguins win in DOUBLE overtime last night) would anyone do that? I mean I live in northern Arizona. I hike all over the mountains and canyons. Heck, I hike the GRAND Canyon. Oh yeah, I’m strong. But why, I ask WHY would someone willingly put her body through something so akin to the effort it takes to have a baby with no cool human to kiss and cuddle and love at the end.

Why?

Then I had that cool human and suddenly I realized that what I used to think was pushing yourself to the limit pales in comparison to the Mama-Hood. And with that comes a new sense of direction, and responsibility. I am what they call “a mother of older gestational age” which means I ain’t exactly 25. And I don’t want my daughter to grow up with an old, pudgy, out-of-shape Mom who is still hanging on to that baby weight three year later. She should have a Mom who can hang with the younger Moms if she wants to. She should have a mom who is strong, and fierce and healthy. She should have a great role model, emotionally, intellectually, and physically. Her Mom should be a CHAMPION!

Now, I don’t honesty think I can place anywhere worth mentioning in a marathon. But that’s not my point. Being a champion in a marathon, for most of us, is just competing and finishing. My goal is to get across the finish line before all the tasty snacks are gone (so, 7 hours or so). HA! No, I am hoping for under 5 hours. I don’t care if I run (although that is the hope), walk (I could deal with that), limp (a more likely scenario that would certainly make for good video), or crawl (a true possibility if I don’t keep my sorry butt MOVING every training day!). I simply want to know I finished. Then I can PROUDLY wear my Marathon Mom t-shirt and know I really did it.

I did it!

I did it for my daughter. And for my Mom who has had knee replacements and can’t run anymore. And for my friend who is in a wheelchair and misses just being able to walk in the grass.

And I did it for me. I want to be able to say I did it for me. It is very hard for Moms to do that, to do things for themselves. We feel guilt (I feel guilty leaving for an hour and a half to run on Saturday morning, but that is my best “long day”). We always have things we need to do for someone else.

But here is a message, to everyone out there who is training, if a Mom who works outside AND inside the home can do it, WE ALL CAN!

And then, if I haven’t left both shins and a kneecap somewhere behind me on the pavement, may I will start training for another. After a pint few pints of Ben & Jerry’s…

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What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

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See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

The Preakness

May 17, 2008

No, I am definitely NOT starting this by comparing my limping old bod to a thoroughbred horse.  But hey!  So I ran early today – 30 minutes, not too long but my long run of the week.  Drove into the park (Grand Canyon) and ran along the rim.  SO beautiful.  I heard robins and it was crisp and cool and clear.  Lots of visitors later on, but that’s the time of year.  It’s a great thing that people care to come visit.   But I ran early so I could rush back and watch coverage of the Preakness.

My hubby and I often go to local races, and pre-baby to the local bar that has off-track betting.  I always, as I tell the hubby, “cheer for a horse to win”.  I don’t know much about horse racing – I just know I enjoy it immensely.  The smell of the track, the crackling electricity in the air at the beginning of the races, the cheering crowds, and yes, the party atmosphere are all things I enjoy as I crack pen a nice cold one and kick back.

I have friends who are very PETA-oriented and hate the thought of horse racing and rodeos.  Other friends (in northern Arizona there is a wide variety of opinions and you can literally know people from all over the spectrum, all good people, but the ability to float between the groups without offending anyone is a learned skill) are rodeo riders, current and retired and one friend even owns a portion of a racehorse.  From them I understand that most of these critters (and admittedly there are horrific exceptions to every rule) are cared for and loved and not in the least abused.

This brings me to the Preakness.  I wasn’t going to watch it.  After the loss of Eight Belles in the Derby several weeks ago, I was so saddened that I thought I’d swear off watching any more this year.  But I can’t do it.  The horses and jockeys who will compete today have worked their lives and careers for this day.  They deserve the same support as they did had Eight Belles not been lost.  But it will still be sad.

I considered briefly in the days following the Derby if there was any correlation between women in the working world and the fate of Eight Belles.  She was one of the only fillies to rise to this type of success.  Was this a parallel for women in corporate America?  In any workplace?  Is the fate of Eight Belles significant to us all?

I pondered it, and possibly there is a link there.  But I had to eventually let it go.  It was just too sad to consider such a beautiful animal lost so tragically.  And I want to share this love of horses and exciting time of year with my daughter.  She already loves horses and mules and ponies.  She has ridden a tiny pony named Sprinkles at the county fair.  She has t-shirts with horses (I’m still working on getting that drawing right for my site, so for now other critters have to suffice).  He plays pony on her stick horse.  I want her to grow up thinking watching the pretty horses is fun, and not tragic.  She has the rest of her life to learn about tragedy.

I just hope I can protect her from it as long as possible.

__________________Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am. 

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:

http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Ran through slush

May 14, 2008

So I ran through a bunch of slush and muck, but surprisingly it went pretty well. Feeling a bit tired and sore and twenty minutes felt longer than on Sunday. I feel a little like a wuss today so I have to keep chanting – “You are a marathoner, YOU are a marathoner!” Hope I can convince myself to keep going. Especially when I hobble out of bed tomorrow morning.

OK, on to the family. The little one is growing more every day! I tried out some new clothes and discovered she had already grown out of stuff that still had tags. How does that happen? Does anyone out there have luck on eBay? Any advice?

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Art imitates life, and life imitates art.
What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and developing my designs are natural extensions of who I am.
If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:

http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

SNOW AT GRAND CANYON – May 13, 2008!

May 13, 2008

So, I just shoveled off five inches of snow from the drive, cars, etc. My husband woke me up and told me – FIVE INCHES! HA! Let me sleep old man. But no, he didn’t jest.

Will the marathon mom brave the cold morning snow to complete her second run? Hell no. I’m waiting ’til afternoon (or evening) to give this stuff a chance to melt off a bit.

It is pretty though.

But in MAY? spring snow

Anyway, the canyon should be beautiful today. Hopefully it will be warm enough to put the little one in the stroller and just wander aimlessly about showing her snow…

Apparently northern Arizona is blanketed in the fluffy white stuff.

Recovery Day #1

May 13, 2008

I went out to stretch this morning before work. I headed to the Grand Canyon rim and looked out over the horizon. The ravens were soaring overhead, flying and dipping in apparent ecstasy at the sunrise. The early spring wildflowers were in bloom, and the air was clean and crisp. It felt like the Grand Canyon was welcoming us all, ravens, flowers, bunny rabbits, with open arms and love.

Then I tried to stretch my stiff hamstrings. All the beauty around me could not compare to the agony in that one little stretch. Yes, this was day two of my marathon training, or as I call it my first of many “Days of Pain and Agony”. I know, I know. I want to do this – and I will. But I have complain at least a little.

Although I must admit, being able to look out over the canyon while I stretch out my sore muscles did eventually lessen the pain a bit. At least for while.

Tune in tomorrow for a recap of running day number two. I’m set for about twenty more minutes. Stay tuned and see if I make it…

By the way, you may have noticed by now that I am a designer and also a mommy who is working at staying home with my little one by designing and selling ultra-cool, hip, custom clothes. Seriously, check out my site: http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts. Do you want something custom designed for yourself or your little one? Do you want a special shirt for YOUR big race? Let me know on this blog and we’ll make it happen for you!

Remember MOMS ROCK! You are strong and a champion. Train hard, shop hard, live hard, love intensely!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

May 12, 2008

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone out there! I did my first run today. Ah, the weather was clear and breezy, I saw a California condor overhead as I ran along the edge of Grand Canyon. It was beautiful. Of course, I only ran (limped, hobbled) twenty minutes, which incidentally, felt like 120. How am I going to run 26.2 miles?
My shirt was sweaty and smelly, but at the end of it all, I felt like a champ!

Marathon Mom has arrived!

May 11, 2008


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OK, so I decided my little one needs a good mommy role model. Yeah, I would prefer to plop my ass down in front of TV and watch a good rerun of “Eureka” on the SciFi channel, and eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, but what message would that really send?  No, I have decided to do the unthinkable – I am training for a marathon.  And not the ice cream eating kind.

I have actually been a runner off and on my whole adult life.  I ran track in high school, kind of.  I was mostly a “jumper” in a school that prided itself on its long-distance trainers and hurdlers.  The jumpers (high, long and triple) kind of hung out on the mats, jogged around and usually ended up sharing a stromboli uptown while everyone else ran their butts off.  That was my track experience.  It was later, in northern Arizona that I discovered the runner’s high (for me, this was usually followed but an insatiable quest for pizza and beer), but still, I ran.  And then I quit for several years.  And then the Olympics (or a random track and field event on television) would get me going again.  It never became a habit.  It never became something I enjoyed.

But I became a Mom of “older gestational age” at 38 a few years ago and after that marathon, I decided I could truly do anything I set my mind to.   I mean, why not?  I have many friends who have crossed that finish line.  Besides, I didn’t want my little one to wake up one day and wonder why Mom’s butt was wider than the fridge.  Besides, she’s fast.  And she’s a little monkey.  I needed some speed and stamina to keep up with her.

And so this blog is dedicated to that purpose.  To share with you my training, my pain (and I expect I’ll be complaining a lot about the pain), my joys, and my accomplishments. 

And so, WELCOME!  I hope you all decide to join in to the conversation, and share your training stories, as well as your Mommy stories.  It’s all fair game here (but keep it clean please!).  Hopefully those of us training for the first time will encourage each other and take advice and strength from those who have already completed this mission.  Also, we can share our stories of painful butt muscles and Ben & Jerry binges. 

The training starts tomorrow ladies.  I am starting with a 16 week schedule to get me in shape for the actual 16 week marathon schedule.  We’ll start running four days per week at the beginning. 

Let the pain begin!  We can take it!!!!!!!

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