How many times do you fill my social media feeds with women, of all shapes and sizes, proclaiming our love for them?
But it got me thinking the other day... Who are my lady crushes? My female role models? Those women who inspire and motivate me?
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Ah, #womancrushwednesday. #wcw
How many times do you fill my social media feeds with women, of all shapes and sizes, proclaiming our love for them? But it got me thinking the other day... Who are my lady crushes? My female role models? Those women who inspire and motivate me?
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A friend from one of my many running clubs somehow tricked me in to thinking that joining her for an early morning run was a good idea. As some of you may know, mornings are NOT my thing. I'd love to be one of those people who can be all "Oh, I work out in the morning before my brain knows what's happening!" Not to imply that my brain is smarter than yours, but there is no fooling my brain. It knows EXACTLY what it happening. And it wants NO PART of it. This is me early in the mornings and to prove my point, I tried to keep a running itinerary of thoughts that go through my head during the process. So below, I present to you the random wanderings of my mind as I got up for a 5:00 AM run...
AND.... GO! Also known as "That time Rory dragged me through my fastest 6k yet and managed to win her very first race medal."
I'm a pretty proud momma. Like so many people, I can't help but think back to where I was 13 years ago today.
While my friends were all at school, having started their day just like every other, I was at home, on the couch. The night before, I'd been taking some extra gymnastics lessons at school for cheerleading. I'd thrown my first backhandspring and when prompted by my coach throw a second one, it had all gone wrong. I psyched myself out and managed to break both my radius and my ulna. My mom had picked me up from school and driven me to the emergency room, where a doctor painfully set the bones and casted my arm. I was sent home sometime in the early hours of September 11, 2001, in a lot of pain and with a lot of good drugs to take off the edge. I had the opportunity to write another guest review on Obstacle Racing Media about my experience running The Firebreather Challenge a couple weeks ago!
Head over there and check it out! I even got my little blurb! (Yes, Practically famous now...) Have you ever gone to a race, intending to do one event but ended up doing two?
No? Riiight... See because only crazy people do that. So if you've read my blog before or follow me on twitter, you'll know that I have the eating habits of, wait, what was it my friend said this morning? Oh yes...
"A malnourished, low income child."* And my fridge has oft been compared to that of a young male bacherlor, living on his own. IT contained an almost empty carton of milk, two six-packs of beer, a carton of eggs I couldn't remember buying, and a package of hotdogs. *PLEASE NOTE: This was after I told her I was eating a pizza lunchable at 10am and would probably have another one at lunchtime. But those things are DAMN tasty. Or as some people like to call them, "running clubs."
But I like gang better. Makes us sound tough. Plus, aren't running clubs LIKE gangs? We meet in groups regularly. We represent by wearing our colors and our logos on everything. We compete against rival gangs. What gang your in is often dependent on what neighborhood you live in. You're wideley recognized in your neighborhood and people move out of your way when they see you coming. SEE! Running Club = Gang. Ok, maybe my knowledge on actual gangs is a little slim... And sure, running clubs don't perpetuate violence on anyone except themselves. (Be honest, running is a little masochistic.) But what I lack in knowledge about gangs, I more than make up for in knowledge about running clubs! Much like The Wizard of Oz, there's a lot going on behind the curtain or the racing world to bring about all the fantastic (and sometimes NOT so fantastic) events we all love to participate it.
And I've been fortunate enough to lend a helping hand at a wide variety of events and each has taught me something different and something that sometimes I think people who "just" run races don't always understand or appreciate. Once upon a time, a group of 8 individuals, most of whom had never met before, decided to run Ragnar Trails West Virginia.
And despite Mother Nature's best attempts, they were successful in completing their adventure. And adventure it was! I will tell you right now, I'm surprised none of my friends murdered me for convincing them that this was a good idea. Especially after our campsite suddenly became waterfront property. .. |