2012 Resolution Complete

AMAZING! That is the word I am going to use to describe how I feel right now.  I set a goal of completing one 5k race a month for 2012 back on January 1st of this year and today I completed that goal.  I don't think I have ever stuck to any resolutions I made in the past.  I think I may have only made a few, but really I do not remember.  I know I have had a few short term goals, like giving up chocolate for lent way back in 1996.  I succeeded the one time I tried it, but refuse to do it again.  (Ask my family and business partners what I am like when I try to avoid chocolate.  "Nightmare" may be a good word.)  I made it all the way though the 100 Day Burpee Challenge and gained some nice looking arms and posture from it. (Maybe I should do that again beginning January 1st, 2013.  Who's with me?)  I cannot remember any other consistent goals I have made and achieved.  Certainly not one that lasted an entire year.  This is one I will never forget because it changed my life in so may ways.  Don't worry, I am not going to turn into a blubbering mess and talk about how and why.  I think you get the picture from previous posts.

For those of you interested in which races I actually did and my time, here they are:

Date	Race	Location	Bib #	Time
1/1/2012	Resolution Run	Hillsborough, NJ	158	36:21:35
2/18/2012	Sneaker Factory Hot Chocolate Series #3	Long Branch, NJ	171	31:46:02
3/18/2012	Get Your Rear in Gear	Philadelphia, PA	485	32:20:46
4/29/2012	Montgomery Run with Rotory	Montgomery, NJ	37	32:15:00
5/6/2012	Big Red Race	Lawrenceville, NJ	537	30:00:09
6/3/2012	Girls on the Run	Somerville, NJ	1329	30:33:02
7/30/2012	Running with the Balloons	Readington, NJ	68	30:45:02
8/26/2012	George Wah Memorial	Hamilton, NJ	398	30:47:00
9/30/2012	LiveStrong 5K - Princeton YMCA	West Windsor, NJ	852	29:15:06
10/28/2012	Pennington Get Bookin' 5k	Pennington, NJ	38	28:26:21
11/18/2012	Girls on the Run	Somerville, NJ	1293	29:59:07
12/26/2012	Boxing Day 5k	Hillsborough, NJ	None	29:17:00

I shaved a little over 7 minutes off my time from when I began.  That is certainly something to celebrate.  If you read the post "In the Beginning", you would know that all I wanted to for that race was to be able to jog the whole thing without walking (which I did. Okay, I shuffled a lot, but I didn't walk.)  From there it was just consistent practice. March's race I did with a friend.  She had only run on a treadmill up to that day and was concerned that she would be slow.  I told her we'd stay together no matter how fast or slow we went.  We had a wonderful time and she was amazed at our time.  I knew she could do it.  I loved the May race because they had kiddie races.  The children ran 25 and 50 meters and got medals for it.  (Fostering the love of running at the age of 3 and 5? Maybe.)

The June race was the first time I placed in my age group.  I really did not expect it at all and was set to leave after finishing as we had to be somewhere that afternoon, but my husband said we had to stay.  I insisted there was some kind of mistake, but there I was with a second place medal.  I told him it was because the parents and coaches were running with their young girls but if they had run on their own, I would never have placed.  He told me to shut up and just be happy for my placement.  (Okay, he said it in a much nicer way, but that's how it translated in my head.)  In September I finally broke the 30 minute mark.  That was another incredible celebration.  It was something I had always hope to get to one day and it was for a race that I had to raise money for as well.  Good community cause = double bonus.  The following month I placed 1st in my age group.  Again I was shocked and made comments like, it was a small race, but I was happy.  As Gary says, it's about who shows up, not the whole world.  Then there's today.

Today was the Official-Unofficial Boxing Day 5k Race. (Or is it the Unofficial-Official Boxing Day 5k Race?) What does that mean? Well, in November I looked for races scheduled in December.  The ones I found were on Saturdays.  I work all day Saturdays so those are out of the question.  There were two on a Sunday morning and I figured I would do one of them.  I did not sign up ahead of time because I needed to figure out logistics and make sure I had the money to enter the race.  Of course life happens and next thing I knew I had missed those two Sunday races.  Damn! I was going to sign up for the Peeps 5k Race in Bethlehem, PA, on the 30th, but then I needed to find someone to watch mom and the kids for me during that time.  Someone who was available and willing to drive out to PA with me.  That's when Gary suggested I run the Resolution Run course.  It's a USA Track & Field - NJ sanctioned and certified course.  He was willing to be the official timer and he put a message out to his running group and invited them to run with me.

I thought I would be the only one running this thing and then I saw someone in running gear.  Then another, and another.  I knew a few of the runners and others I did not.  Next thing I knew, there were 12 of us.  Twelve crazy nuts (and I mean that in the nicest way) standing there in 28 degrees of cold ready to run.  Most of them were wearing boxers.  Boxing day, wearing boxer shorts, get it?  Wish I knew they were doing that, I would have gladly been uncomfortable with boxers crowding my crotch as I ran as well.  I assumed they all knew each other, but they did not.  They greeted each other and then yelled, "Wait where's Kathy? We're doing this for her!" I wish I could remember all of their names because they were so nice.  They ran along with me and one another chatting as if we were already friends.  Then one runner introduced himself to another and they shook hands.  How does one do that while running without tripping? Why are they making me set the pace? Which way are we supposed to go again?

Funny side note on the pace....Gary told them I would be running an eleven minute pace.  I told him that was my pace because it was and is my marathon pace.  I didn't realize he was asking about my 5k pace.  Plus, I always get all anxious and fidgety at races that I just take off.  (I know, not the smartest move, but I can't help it.)  In addition, I felt like I had to run faster because they are all experienced runners who probably want to run faster.  (It's what's in my head, people.)  So to the gang, please do not be upset with Gary, it was completely my fault.  I was overly excited about the turn out, and the idea of finishing my resolution.

I have to say thank you though for the support I received.  Everyone was so encouraging.  They let me lead and then take off near the end.  When I started to slow down, they kept pace along side me telling me that I could do it and to sprint to the finish.  Then they held back and let me cross the finish line first to the cheers of my mother and children.  Gary presented me with a trophy for completing my 2012 Resolution.  You may be able to see in the picture it says "Hunterdon Half- 1st Place Age Group Male." It's from his Hunterdon Half Iron Sprint Triathlon.  He recycled it just for me.  So sweet.  And thank you to Gary for giving up his Wednesday morning to help me complete my goals and providing consistent guidance.  I have never run as a group before.  I am always intimidated by group runs.  Not really sure why.  I think I am afraid of letting people down when I can't make it to a scheduled run, or that I would hold the group back.  Today showed me that I really should reconsider that notion.  It was so much fun to run with others.  Chatting with others distracted me from my pace.  I knew I was pushing it, but it was still comfortable and I needed that push.  I also learned that I am not the only one getting aches and pains in my calves and that maybe I should change the insoles of my shoes.

I am thrilled to have completed this resolution with the support of family and friends.  I think for 2013 I will resolve to try one new thing a month and see where it takes me.  After all, I am headed to Boston all because I decided to run and then complete an application for something I thought would never happen.  Jump in with both feet! WHY NOT?!

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In the Beginning

For those of you who do not know me personally, you wouldn't know how I used to hate running.  In high school I would choose the gym activity that had the least amount of running involved.  Things like volleyball, weight lifting, gymnastics, and floor hockey.  Okay, there's quite a bit of running involved in floor hockey, but I always volunteered to be the goalie.  (As I remember a pretty good one too, but I am sure friends would tell you otherwise.)  I would rather take a puck to the face than run after one.  The point is, I NEVER liked to run, and when I tried, I was terrible at it.  So how is it that I am on my way to the Boston Marathon? It started with a slump.

I think my downward spiral began when my father passed away in the fall of 2008.  We were not close.  Our relationship was strained.  We did not talk very much in his final years.  His death was a surprise and yet it wasn't.  It brought out a lot of emotional baggage that was locked away in hidden caverns.  I was 7 months pregnant with my second child.  Part of me was saddened by his passing, and the other part was relieved.  After the holidays, I assumed I would have time to prepare for the birth of my daughter.  She had other plans and decided to grace us with her presence two weeks early.  So much for quality time with my little boy.  It was a fast and entertaining experience, which is appropriate for some other blog.  One month later, my husband received a promotion which required us to relocate to Virginia.  Here I was with a toddler and an infant packing our apartment on my own.  We had some wonderful times in VA.  We did a lot of exploring and made some friends, but I went from being a working mom to a stay-at-home mom in an unfamiliar place and no family.  There are only so many times one can sing the Wiggle's "Hot Potato" before going insane.  Eight months after our arrival in VA and after I finally unpacked the last box, my husband got transferred back to NJ.  So off he goes and there I was packing on my own.  Again.  With two little ones.  Because it was just two weeks before Christmas, we opted to stay in a hotel until we could find a place to live.  Six months later, we bought a foreclosed townhouse that needed some repairs.  First, living in a hotel for six months sounds like fun.  It is not.  Especially with kids and no kitchen to cook from.  Second, buying an "as is" home from a bank is one giant headache.  

Despite the hassle of banks and mortgage companies, we were thrilled to have a place to call our own.  We fixed and painted it to make the property habitable and moved in.  We were there for three months before we needed to move my mother in with us.  She has Alzheimer's and it got to the point where she just couldn't be on her own anymore.  Months later, my husband lost his job. I worked a lot but still could not keep up with the bills.  We were drowning.  The stress was mounting and my marriage was crumbling.  The kids were feeding off the stress and acting out.  Mom's behavior grew more childlike everyday.  I was losing my temper constantly.  I cried everyday.  I saw a psychologist and she told me I had "Caregiver's Stress." My husband and I saw a marriage counselor but she kept having us point out the negative things in one another...as if we weren't already doing that at home.  (Btw, how is that supposed to help?)

One sleepless night in December 2011, my brain conjured up an image of me running through the park nearby.  The image was of me breezing along a path, light as air, singing "tra, la, la."  I laughed at the idea because as I said before, I hated to run.  Plus, I don't "tra, la, la" when I am miserable.  The next morning, despite my reservations, I took off for a run.  I was running away from my life without running away from my responsibilities and it felt good. Then, 0.25 miles in, I stopped and gasped for air.  How can I be out of breath?! I'm fit! I work out. How pathetic am I that I can't get through my neighborhood?!  I walked for a couple of minutes then jogged again.  This walk/jog continued for what I thought was four miles.  In reality it was just under 2.  Silly me.  But the following week I did it again.  

Then I ran a New Year's Day Resolution Run.  My goal was to be able to run the entire course without walking.  I didn't care how slow I went, as long as I maintained a jogging or shuffling motion.  I did it with a time of 36:21:35.  I was excited and my family was there at the end to congratulate me.  In fact, my kids jumped in at the last minute and crossed the finish line with me.  For the first time in a while I was happy.  That day I made my 2012 Resolution...to run one 5k race a month.