Couch to HM in 2 weeks! #FAIL : Correcting my Training Missteps

About six weeks ago, I first started the Jeff Galloway Beginner Half Marathon training plan for the Princess.  I was attempting to follow it to the letter, but I began to get overly concerned about my (too slow) pace.  I decided I would ‘test’ my current HM time, by jogging/walking 13.1 miles one lovely Sunday afternoon.  DG, ever the supportive partner, said he would stay by my side the entire time.   The idea was to see how much faster I would need to get in the next four months.    (It made sense in my head at the time.)  But boy was that a dumb thing to do.  I hope it goes without saying that this ridiculous ‘time trial’ is NOT on the training plan, and nowhere does the esteemed Jeff Galloway recommend a new runner attempt such a bone-headed move. 
Unfortunately, I followed some bad advice I read elsewhere about lengthening your stride, plus I forgot my knee sleeve, and I tried to ‘speed-walk’ when I wasn’t jogging.   At about 8.5 miles, I took a bathroom break, and DG said he was hungry.  We walked across the street to a restaurant and sat down.  I fully intended to get back and finish my 13.1 distance.  That never happened.  I stiffened up something awful during that meal.  I could barely walk the rest of the day.  And my knees and heels were in agony!  My knees, especially the left one, were wobbly and aching from the heel strike beating they took.  The plantar fasciitis was so bad I wanted to cry the next day at work.

Fortunately, my annual checkup was the next morning.  My doctor made no attempt to discourage me from running, phew! and I asked for a physical therapy consult.  Three days later, I went to PT for the first time ever, into the very capable hands of Tallahassee Orthopedic & Sports Physical Therapy.   The diagnosis was weak hip flexors.   I got several exercises and stretches to do for homework before my follow-up appointment.   That same night, I stopped by my local library to pick up a knitting book, and decided to peruse the running section.  The offerings were very slim, but one called Chi Running caught my eye.  I raised an eyebrow at the promising words: ‘Injury-Free’ on the cover.  But I thought it was worth a look, and maybe this time I wouldn’t do anything as dumb as try to go from Couch to Half Marathon in two weeks!
This book was a revelation!  I gobbled it up in two evenings and decided to do a nice short trail run at an easy pace, applying some of the Form techniques.  I unplugged the headphones and set the Nike + Running app to silent.  Then I headed to a small state park nearby.  I had the MOST FUN! I explored the new-to-me trails, scrambled up hills, skipped over puddles, hurdled fallen trees, danced over the creek bridges, enjoyed the crunching of leaves and twigs underfoot, and breathed in the great smell of a forest on a crisp fall morning.  I actually spread my arms out and ran downhill with my eyes closed.  I ended the run by sprinting across an open field like I was crossing a finish line.  I had run a 5K distance before I knew it, and set a new PR!  I finally got that ‘Runner’s High’ I keep hearing about.  I was walking on air for the next several days. And I had NO PAIN anywhere!  My knee felt like it had never been hurt.

I’ve had some good runs and some not so good runs since that magical day on the trails of Lake Jackson Mounds Archaeological State Park.   But the Chi Running method is slowly but surely working for me. 
The Bad: I have not gotten faster as I had hoped.  I still get plantar fasciitis pain when I first get up in the mornings and after long run days.  But that is my own fault for slacking off on the stretching and ice packs the physical therapist said I MUST do.
The Good:  While I am not faster, I have increased my distance - from 3 milers to 8 milers as of this date.  After every run, I know I did something right when my abs are sore. (This will make sense when you apply the techniques and run with your core, not your legs.) Once my exclusive domain, I’ve not been near a treadmill in over a month.    I’m learning to unplug the music, enjoy my surroundings, and spend more quality time with DisneyGroom exploring our local trails. And I’ve not needed that cursed knee sleeve, not even once!
After inhaling that library book, I’ve purchased my own copies of all three of  elite ultra runner Danny Dreyer ’s books: Chi Running, Chi Walking, and Chi Marathon.  I’ve read the first two cover to cover and am working my way through the third.  It does include extremely detailed training plans for Half and full Marathons. A review will be forthcoming on this blog.  In the meantime, check out chirunning.com for more information.
So to sum up: Do not attempt, under any circumstances, a Couch to Half Marathon in two weeks.

Disney Firsts! Wine Dine Half Weekend recap

Well, a week late, but wanted to get a post up.  Been a busy week, so I have barely had a chance to look at Brightroom or photopass pix.  Most of these came from our phones.

So, now a weekend of firsts...  where to begin.

Friday: We left my sister's house in Tampa, and got to WDW a little after 10.  With all the things we wanted to get done, we decided to go to Expo first, before the hotel.

Our first race expo!  So cool! Got my book signed and some training advice from the legendary Jeff Galloway.  (We had our Bride and Groom ears on so running friends from twitter and FB would know us.)

Purchases: One More Mile race belt in the new Zombie Apocalypse design for DisneyGroom, plus a runDisney shirt and lanyard to use for all the race pins we will start collecting.









We were rushed at this point, so I only got to walk through ¼ of the vendor booths.  SO much shopping I didn't get to do.  And I didn’t get to hear any of the speakers. But there is always January! and February!



Rushed back to our resort.  Was hoping to change, but it was still too early to check in to our room.  We got our room keycards and dining plan activated.  Just enough time to park the Jeep and hop a bus to Animal Kingdom.  



First visit to Tusker House.  This is the most vegetarian friendly spot I’ve found to date at WDW.  We had a great meal here.  DisneyGroom got his carnivore on, and I enjoyed at least four different types of couscous. Nom!




Hopped the monorail to the Polynesian for our first runner meetup. RunDisney so I can Eat Disney FB group.  Really nice group, led by the tireless Linda (follow her on twitter @runeatdisney).  Runners and Foodies!  These are definitely our people!

Got a swag bag stuffed full of goodies that a runner needs.  This is what was left after we ate all the snacks and used the sunscreen.  Don't you just LOVE that bag?


Made it over to Magic Kingdom, just as it was getting dark.  And score! A First! We got into New Fantasyland.  Did the Under the Sea: Voyage of the Little Mermaid ride.  It was too cute. And all too brief.


On to the next first.  First MVMCP! SNOW!!! On Main Street USA  Sorry... ALL of the pix were really blurry.  But it was a great time.


We stayed for the first parade.  I know from our favorite movie, “A Christmas Story” that the Santa float signals the end of the parade.  So here he is…  now we were exhausted and ready to go back to catch some ZZZs.





Saturday Morning: Our first runDisney event!  Woo Hoo!  So many cool stops along the way.  We saw Pluto and Donald and Goofy! Rafiki, Balou, and goats, owls, and sheep too!  What a fun course!

Also had a quick post race photo with some of the Run Disney So I Can Eat Disney group too.  Alas, with the sun behind us, no one got a good pic.










Back to our hotel to change for MK.  Our first stop is almost always the Buzz Lightyear ride.
This time was my First time maxing out the Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin.  DG taught me the 'sweet spots' for high scoring.  And here are our scores! INTERGALACTIC HEROES!  That's right!


Then Buzz Lightyear meets his hero.  DisneyGroom is enjoying the new Buzz ears I got him.

Off to New Fantasyland: Meet my new boyfriend


Be Our Guest lunch and desserts





 















Got a Le Frou’s Brew – OH MY! DELICIOUS!  This will be the next Dole Whip.  Frozen apple cider blended with marshmallows and other tastiness.  I got the special 'ale mug' with Gaston on it.  But I forgot to get a pic before I drank it down.


On to Enchanted Tales with Belle.  DisneyGroom got selected to be part of the action.  Love this, as it is very interactive, and has a photographer every step of the way.  You get a Belle themed photopass card at the end, so all participants can relax and just enjoy the show.




The plan was to go to DHS until closing, then head back to MK.  We knew with the race coming through later we wouldn’t have a lot of time there but we had two things in mind.

1) Animation Academy is one of our traditions.  This time we drew Pluto. Guess which one is DG's drawing?



Grabbed QS dinner at the ABC commissary at Hollywood Studios – meal was ok – but dessert: OH MY! Pumpkin Maple cupcake the size of a giant muffin! What a cute Pumpkin Mickey on top (made of white chocolate).



2) The Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights – DisneyGroom really likes the New York street facades.   The city blocks make me nostalgic for my hometown of Washington DC.  Ours were NEVER this clean though.  By then we were really tired and made it an early night.  Didn't get any pix this time of the Spectacle, but grabbed one on the way out.





Contemplated going back to MK for Extra Magic Hours… but we had that early wakeup and no rest that day.

Sunday: Late Saturday night, early the next morning were really miserable.  We believe we got food poisoning.  DG was in awful shape.  Somehow we got our belongings gathered and checked out of our resort.  Really wanted to head home, but DG knew I was looking forward to Food & Wine, and we had a lunch reservation at Akershus.  It would just be rude to stand up the Princesses!

We got to the gate at EPCOT…  and ugh….  DG got very very sick.  A very kind castmember put him in a wheelchair and got us to First Aid.  We lay down on cots, sipped cold water, and napped for several hours.  I woke up in time to run over to Norway and explain why we couldn't make our lunch reservation.  They were booked solid, but promised to squeeze us in at dinner.  That gave us five more hours to recover.

This was what we both ate for a late lunch.


At five pm, we finally emerged from First aid station and decided to try to walk gently until dinnertime. We may not be able to eat, but we could still enjoy the sights of our First Food & Wine festival.

We had just started to work our way around the showcase when we decided to stop at a Photopass photographer.  The couple right in front had a magical moment when the guy got on bended knee and pulled out a ring!  Clever guy, the photographer got 29 photos.  I was so excited for them - I only thought to grab a phone pic after he stood up.  How Exciting and Romantic! Congrats mystery couple!



We made our way around the showcase with only one food stop for me.  A tasty little cheese bread from Poland.

And now - our First time at Akershus.  DG decided to get me back for flirting with Gaston by charming Princess Belle.  Yep, I was jealous.

We were still feeling too queasy to enjoy the tasty food.  But DG had a small bite of pork medallions and declared we HAD to return.

We had our photo ops with Princesses Ariel, Snow White, Aurora, and Jasmine.  And we were pleasantly surprised that a photo package of a framed 5x7 and several 4x6s were included in our meal.  What a deal!

The desserts looked decadent and so tasty.  Our wonderful server understood our dilemma and packaged them To GO for us.  So we could enjoy them the next day from home.
And that was it.  We stopped for one last pic (note we still look nauseous) and headed to the highway for our four hour plus drive to north Florida.  




A very eventful weekend.
This was also a (one month early) celebration of our first wedding anniversary.  Unfortunately, the first weekend of December we’ve got too much going on close to home and won’t be able to make it back down to ‘the scene of the crime’.  We are hoping to sneak in a Disney day over Thanksgiving weekend, since our families live in Central and South Florida.  But, we’ll try to do something magical and wonderful on December 3rd back at home in North Florida. J


Feeling like a "real" runner... when does it happen?

The momentum is building.  The Princess Half training continues of course, but our first runDisney event is just a few short days away.  I find myself being very apologetic about 'only' running the 5K during the Wine & Dine Half Marathon Weekend.  Like I am a fraud, not a real runner, until I get a full marathon under my belt.  Those thoughts are a bit crushing, but in some ways motivate me.

I have the aches and pains of a runner, and even had to get physical therapy recently for running related injuries. I love to read about endurance training and races.  I obsess about proper shoes, performance wear, weather conditions, and that oh-so-scary (to me) long run. And triathletes get my respect more than movie stars, rock stars, or politicians do.  Ironmen and Ironwomen...  I'm so in awe, I'm not even sure they are human.   So we've established I am a running fangirl that hits the pavement on a regular basis.  But, why don't I feel like a runner myself?

I have a vision in my head of what a runner is. Lean, agile, and speedy.

I am none of those things.

In my head, I feel like this oft-used image of Homer:



















Overweight, spent, and slow as molasses.

A fraud.

I've only done 5Ks until now.  And the truth is, you can fudge your running in a 5K.  Local 5Ks are brimming with walkers, entertainment, vendors, and spectators.  It is easy to get caught up in the spectacle, stroll along chatting with the other runners, and not think about your own race.  And that is just what I've done.  I always focused on the fun and never worked towards a PR.

But Rome wasn't built in a day, so I've been kicking up the training plan.  I had a 5-mile long run scheduled today on the Galloway Run/Walk plan, but a detour this morning left me out further than I wished to me, so it became an 8-mile run instead.  For someone that has never run further than 4 miles, it was a big leap.  I was shuffling along slowly, the sun was beating down, it was hot, dirty, and my phone died on mile 6, so I couldn't even call DG to come rescue me!  But I made it home somehow and feel almost ok.  The plantar fasciitis reared it ugly head again.  But my new compression sleeves - those babies are worth their weight in gold for saving my calves.

I am committing myself to run a local 10K on Thanksgiving. And I'm going to really try for a decent (for me) PR.  There is a 15K option, but I think attempting that will leave me useless the remainder of Thanksgiving weekend. And after visiting DG's fam in South Florida, we are going to try to sneak in one last day at Magic Kingdom before our annual passes expire on Dec. 1.  So I still need to be able to walk a few days after the race.

But I digress. (Thinking about the parks has that effect on me.) I'm hoping that somehow in my head, making that leap in distance from a 5K to a 10K will flip a switch in my brain to "you are now a 'real' runner".  Here's hoping.

DG is progressing beautifully and getting faster all the time. I'm so so so proud of him.  He completed his 8 mile run yesterday in half the time I did today.  He's got a local 10-mile race coming up in Dec. 1, sponsored by the local running group: Gulf Winds Track Club.  A race for runners by runners, with none of the fanfare of a Turkey Trot or Jingle Bell Run.  It's funny, he takes on events like these - trains with experienced endurance runners, and DG doesn't think he is a 'real' runner either.  He certainly is my hero though.

When did it happen for you, dear reader?  What was that moment you felt like a real runner?
-DB

Running Tools: hair management






Just a short plug today for  Bondi Bands.    I've tried hats, Goody elastic bands, bandanas, barettes, stretchy narrow headbands.  None of them work very well.  Bondi Bands are stretchy, wide, made from moisture-wicking fabric, and guaranteed to keep your hair out of your face.  They also come in a variety of colors and logos.  

I picked up some tiaras, a garnet and gold Florida State one, and a lime green Tinkerbell inspired one.

I used a promo code to get mine:  "FIVE"  which was five for $25

Also try buy 3 Get 1 Free, promo code: "ONE"

Channeling my inner 'chasqui'

Everyone has heard of the once mighty Incan empire.  What you may not be familiar with, is the chasquis.  Chasqui, in quechua, means “he who receives and gives”, which can be a loose definition of a modern relay runner.  These were the elite athletes of their day.  Chosen from the fastest young men, a chasqui was trained for endurance.  They scrambled up steep mountain trails with the agility of Spiderman and covered mile after mile in a Flash Gordon-like blur.  Dotted throughout the enormous landscape of the Incan Empire were tambos.  These were posted along a vast system of roads, trails, embankments, and rope bridges, known as Capac Nam, covering over 16,000 miles, spread throughout the Inca territory.  Tambos could be anywhere from two to seven miles apart.  Their function was as a rest station; here the chasqui could hand off the message or goods to the next runner, and get food and water for his return trip.  These speedy relay runners became the backbone of the Incan Empire’s communications in their role as royal couriers.

Inca Empire Territory


Speedy is, of course, a relative term, but this is impressive even by today’s standards.  A team of runners could cover up to 250 miles per day, in what is inarguably one of the harshest climates and highest altitudes in the world.  The main purpose was to send official government messages, tax and census data, and political and military updates throughout the territory.  A non-written language required the runners to memorize the message by repeating it over and over, or to carry quipas, an accounting system of colored ropes with knots.  But it served another purpose as well, for the royal family.  Sapa Inca (the divine ruler) wakes up one day and decides he wants fish.  In less than 24 hours, his dinner could travel from the Pacific coast to the Inca capital of Cuzco, over 200 miles inland, still fresh.  Guess it’s good to be the king. 

Oh, and these runners did this without benefit of GPS, energy gels, Powerade, performance fleece, or supportive shoes.  What makes this even more amazing is that the Incas were a short, stocky race of people. The men averaged 5’2”, the women 4’9”.  Think of elite runners today and long-limbed Kenyans come to mind, not the modern-day descendants of the Incan people – Quechua and Aymara Indians, still small and still stocky.

So where did that ability and athleticism come from?  The chasquis were handpicked at a young age from their villages through a series of fiercely competitive trials.  But, the Incas were not known for being a graceful, muscular, or gazelle-like race.  They don’t look to be built for speed.  Living in high altitudes, however, and over several generations, a unique phenomenon occurred.  The Incas developed superhuman lung capacity. One-third greater lung capacity than the average person (5.5 liters), actually. Additionally, they had slower heart rates.  And their bodies carried an extra 2 liters more blood than the average human, with twice the amount of hemoglobin.  To put it into perspective: Lance Armstrong has a lung capacity of 7 liters (less than your average Incan), coupled with his heart three times the size of an average human, with a resting heart rate of 31-34 bpm (comparable to the average Incan).  Lance is a freak of nature –yet uniquely made for endurance, by design.  As were the Incas.


There were approximately one thousand chasquis throughout the empire at a given time.  The chasqui was male, aged 18-25, in his peak physical years.  He was an employee of the state, and was housed and fed from taxes collected by the empire.  He did not have to farm to support his family.  He needed to be on call at all times, so being a chasqui was a full time vocation, and carried a not insignficant status in rural and remote areas.   The uniform consisted of a wool or cotton tunic, sandals, a saddlebag, and a pututu (conch shell) used as a horn to alert the upcoming tambo of arrival and signal the next chasqui to be ready.  The runners also wore a white headdress (that denoted geographic area and rank), and may have served an additional purpose for visibility on the trail.
 
The Incan empire lasted from 1438 to1525.  The influence of this civilization lasted long beyond that.  As far as speed and efficiency, the chasqui system far outstripped the renowned Roman Empire messengers.  European colonists were extremely impressed.  As recently as 1800, Spanish settlers were still utilizing the best native runners as a courier system, as it was much quicker than horse travel through the mountains.

My parents are from Bolivia, my father is from a lowland area, but my mother is from La Paz, deep in the Andes.  Growing up, I spent many a summer and winter break in this cold mountainous region, learning about our family history and feeling connected, yet torn between two national identities.  Of course, as one grows up - you realize identity and culture don’t have to be mutually exclusive.  I was born and raised in the US, but my ancestry is rooted in the Andes.  The maternal side of the family – many of which still reside in La Paz, are lean, active, and keep on walking everywhere, right up into their eighties.  My mother, herself now nearing seventy, may have a number of health issues – but endurance isn’t one of them.  She is as tireless as a ten year old boy with a pocket full of Pixy-Stix and a brand new bike.  So, there is a chance, however small, that I might have a chasqui ancestor.  I’ll think of him this weekend, during my long run.   -DB

Team Names for your Disney Half or Full Marathon

So our team name for the 2013 Disney Princess HM is "Disney Bride and Groom".
 
I didn't fully understand the benefits of running in a two person team, but seemed like a good option when that question came up during registration.  DG and I are a team in real life - every day.  So even though we won't be running side-by-side on race day, we are training together, we are preparing for this together and supporting each other through it.  

Maybe someday I will be fast enough that we can keep a comparable pace.  But we are running this race for different reasons.  This is the first HM for us both. For myself - the goal is to finish - preferably in an upright position, on my own steam.  DG wants to finish as well - in the best time he possibly can.  That means he does not intend to stop for character photos.  Me, well, as slow as I am - I may not have the luxury of stopping to use a restroom much less stand in line for a photo. I'll be using every ounce of effort to stay just ahead of the dreaded sweeper bus.  

But different goals aside, we are a team. And like so many others before us, will be our partner's biggest cheerleader come race day.

 
Just for fun, I looked up past team results and took a peek at all the names.  I almost chose "Happily Ever After" and I see that was a popular option for some husband/wife teams.  Some of the names are hilarious and others are really sweet.  My favorite however, is the very last team on the list, in order of finish times:  a 53 and 54 year old husband/wife team called the "Bionic Duo".  They crossed the finish line together at 3:53:46.  I wanna be one half of a bionic duo when I am 54! Don't you?

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Update: I see this page is getting more views than any of my other posts, so I feel I should refresh this a bit with some tips and information.

 
The 411:  When you register for certain runDisney events: currently the full Marathon, Half marathons, and some of the Challenges, you are given an option to run as part of a Team.

 
I've found out there are a few tangible benefits to running as a Team:
  • When you check in at the Expo, you will receive two bibs.  The first bib has your name, your runner number, corral letter, and your time tracking chip (on the back). The second bib has your runner number and your team name.  Whether you wear your Team bib or not, it makes a great race souvenir.
     
     
  • There are designated award categories for races with Teams:  e.g. for Princess: Sister/Sister, Mother/Daughter, Co-ed Open, Female Open, etc.  So you will have an overall ranking, and also a team ranking for your race(s).
     
     
  • You will have a buddy to pump you up through the training months and on race day.  Whether you run side by side the whole race, or start in separate corrals and meet up at the finish line, you are no longer just running for yourself.  Your team mate is counting on you to finish!
     
     
  • Currently, there are no extra fees for Team registration.  That may change in the future, but that is the case right now. (ETA: This has already changed - at least for Princess Half)  Check the registration fees carefully for the event you (and your teammate) plan to run.

So with these great incentives to be in a Team, why NOT?

For name ideas, go crazy and be creative!  
 
  • Think of your favorite movies or characters or a pun.  
  • If you get stuck, check out previous race results to see what others have come up.  
  • Remember, it is a Disney event, so keep it PG-rated.  
  • For costumes, dress in a similar theme or in identical outfits.

 
Finally, the most important thing to remember:
 
On race day, you may wear both bibs or just one. If you wear just one bib, make certain to wear the one with your name and corral (also containing your tracking chip). Event staff and volunteers will be checking bibs at corral entrances.  You don't want to wear the team bib only, and not have proof of your corral placement or your race times.  If you wear the wrong bib, you might be placed into the last corral.  If you want to wear both bibs - and some do, wear the team bib on your back.


Run Happily!
-DisneyBride
 

40 is the new 30? Um… Not really. Getting Old Sucks.

DG began running before our wedding, so a little over 10 months ago.  He has dropped over 55 pounds and looks terrific.  He also gets very antsy and easily annoyed if he doesn’t get his workout in.  So I may not have a cuddly couch potato to snuggle with, and watch movies, while nibbling on a mountain of nachos anymore.  But I have a hot guy, that looks ten years younger and will not only be able to care for me in my old age (instead of the other way around) but will outlive me.  I’m good with that. 
DG is also 10 years younger than me.  This was a milestone year for us both:  30 for him, 40 for me.  And boy have I seen my body go downhill in 2012. Let’s start from the top down.
My once super-thick and indestructible hair is drier and delicate… 27years of abuse.  Perms and Sun-In spray in the 80s, alternately bleaching or dying jet-black in the 90s, highlights/lowlights in the 00s, and going blonde in the 10s.  Yep, it all finally caught up with me.  I officially have fragile hair. 
My skin is drier and beginning to lose elasticity. Outdoors, am wearing visors and sunglasses religiously, and feel pangs of guilt when I forget sunscreen.
At the end of a long day at work, I find myself moving reading material or my fine-gauge knitting to a comfortable distance. ME!  The girl who has had enviable hawk-like vision all her life…  I’m actually afraid to get an eye exam, lest I am told to start using reading glasses.    
My dentist tells me that my teeth LOOK nice and bright and white, but I brush too zealously and am destroying my gums.  Now I need to worry about enamel and gum issues. 
My body – don’t get me started.  Bigger than I have ever been and I feel tired all the time. 
Knee pain.   So, about ten years ago, I joined a new gym.  My first day there, I saw a cute boy and hopped on the step machine.  Too optimistically.  I didn’t fiddle with the settings, but started showing off and I felt a not-so-funny twinge. Now it comes back from time to time – to remind me to set the machine to MY ability and not be a show-off.  Knee soreness is mostly under control and doesn’t bother me while running.  But I do have to baby it during my non-running days, occupied by another new love:  Zumba. But that deserves its own blog post another time.
Heel pain.  Plantar Fasciitis. I hate you.  It appeared five years.  I went to a podiatrist, he made some rigid orthotic inserts – that I never wore because they don’t fit in any cute shoes.  But he gave me a great piece of advice – ditch the crocs, flipflops, and stop going barefoot.  And I did.  And the pain went away – for several years.  But it came back.  And how can I run with PF?  Let’s just say it hurts.  But it is getting better. 



How?  I swallowed a very bitter pill and gave up my sexy strappy heels.  It is CLARK’s or Aerosoles for the office. Birki’s when I am not at work. And no going barefoot.  Birks are my house slippers, my weekend shoes, my sandals, my beach flipflops, etc.  I always have a pair with me. Luckily, I found cute Disney Birki’s to make the ugliness of a big clunky shapeless shoe bearable.  These are the three pairs I currently own, and am working on getting a few more.

See!  Adorable, right?  I would be miserable in boring solid-color Birks.  But these make it bearable.
So there I am. Top to Toe.  Falling apart like my beloved Jeep.  She is eight years old, needs new tires, and occasional pep talks.  But she runs.  Not as smooth as she was in 2004. But then again – Jeeps have never been smooth.  They ride a bit rough and tumble.  Same as me.
But instead of feeling like I have one foot in the grave, I’m going to run.  I’m going to become stronger and leaner.  I’m going to look good to my suddenly-studly DG. (Well, he was always studly to me, but now everyone else seems to be noticing.)


Eye on the prize.

I will be honest.  I signed up for the Princess Half Marathon because of the bags.
 Yep.  Gorgeous, ain’t it?
And only available in limited quantities at the expo.
I started running again about a month ago, after about a three year hiatus… and a substantial weight gain during that time.  But I set this HM goal to get my hands on this adorable and high coveted bag.  Sure I get to wear a tutu and get hugs from Mickey at the finish line. But it is really all about the BAG!