In Her Shoes

Tackling my bucket list, one half marathon at a time.


Flashbacks for Motivation

Thank god I blog. Why? Because I can look back at previous posts to remind myself why I signed up for a marathon.

I’m feeling really overwhelmed this week and I need an attitude adjustment. Fast. Yesterday I hit that point where the marathon just…consumes me. I didn’t think that would set in until Friday. It’s all the stupid race emails I’m getting from the Madison Marathon. The last two I’ve received…I started tearing up at my desk at work. Pathetic, I know.

So I’m writing to build some mental strength.

Background info: I’m running the Madison Marathon on Sunday. This will be my 2nd marathon. My first marathon was June, 2012 in San Diego.

Why did I sign up for the Madison Marathon back in April? “Because I Can.” That’s what I titled my blog post. “Because I’m fortunate enough to have the ability to run.” I signed up after the Boston Bombings because I was pissed. Pissed that two people would do something so foolish, inhumane and so full of hate. And to the running community. So I need to remember that on Sunday. How? “Because I Can” will be written on one wrist.

How did I feel days before my first marathon last June? Did I have the same nerves? All I can remember is being so excited to fly out to California and see my sister and cousins. Welp, once again, thank god I blog. I was actually FREAKING out 5 days before the marathon. HEY, just like yesterday…5 days before the marathon.

How prepared am I compared to last year? I think I’m a stronger runner this year. I’m faster at the long distances and I know my body more. I know when to slow down and when I can push myself a little harder. But was I religious about sticking to the training plan as much as last year? Nope. I skimped out on some mid-week runs due to an incredibly busy fall. HOWEVER, I was religious about my long runs. AND last year, I only did a 16, 18 and 20 mile run. This year I did a 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20 mile run. How I found time for that, I’ll never know {patting myself on that back for that one}.

Enjoy it. That’s what everyone keeps telling me. My response (to myself): How do you expect me to enjoy 26 miles of running? I barely drive that distance in a week. Once again, attitude adjustment. No, I might not enjoy the 26 miles. But I’ll enjoy everything about the experience afterward. After I completed my marathon in San Diego last year, I was the happiest person on the planet because it was over. And I did it. And I was so proud of myself for it. I can’t wait for that feeling again.

Lastly, whenever I’m in need of running motivation, I turn to Pinterest and search “marathon.” This is my favorite:

you're capable of so much more

Sayonara. See you on the flip side. Unless I need to vent through my blog one last time before Sunday, which may again, benefit me in the future.


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One of the Most Amazing Pieces of Journalism I’ve Ever Read

The definition of amazing journalism: The Finish Line. 

Two things happened in Boston on Marathon Monday. One was a violent crime and an act of terror. The other? Its opposite. A superhuman effort to help those injured— for many, it was an automatic impulse to rush into the chaos—and a partly improvised, near miraculous fight to save lives and limbs. Sean Flynn recounts the harrowing, heroic minutes when those two worlds collided.

It’s a long read, but it’s worth it. Boston Strong.

Charles Krupa's indelible photograph of Bauman


Because I Can

I signed up for another marathon. Wait…WHAT?

After running the San Diego Marathon last June, I vowed to never run another marathon again. Well, apparently I lied. I am officially registered for the Madison Marathon on November 10th.

I'm running another marathon

So why did I sign up? Because I can. Because I’m fortunate enough to have the ability to run.

And because of this. (No seriously. That link is worth reading.)

And this:

Good people

And for statements like this (taken from a friend’s Facebook page):

Burning out someone’s candle doesn’t make yours shine any brighter. I’m sick that the Boston Marathon, a day meant to be a celebration of confidence, motivation, self-awareness, support, and strength could turn to this. I’m running Chicago, and expect to finish in somewhere over 4 hours…right around the time explosions hit Boston’s finish line. October 13th I’m no longer running for a personal challenge. I’ll be running with vengeance for this foolish hatred, for the victims, and with hope….for change.

The day after the Boston Marathon a local news station’s Facebook page asked if the bombings would deter people from signing up for future races. Me? Hell no. It did the complete opposite.

So there you have it. I’m running another marathon.