Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Counting the days on ONE hand now!
Just 5 left.....one last 5 mile run in the morning.
Hectic but planned day awaits....dogs to kennel...cat to cattery...
pack....clean.....keys to neighbor....healthy meals....sleep early.
There will be things to fill in where the blanks are..but that is the overall plan.
I will work with an orderly progression.
I will stay focused.
I will use my time wisely.
I will be ready.
All postive thoughts now...not time to listen to the whinning voice in my ears from my brain that says.. but what about!!!......NOPE.. I'm duct taping her mouth...putting her in a box..putting that box in a closet and locking the door!!!
I have trained and trained.. I have run hundreds of miles.. I have boxed..and strength trained and walked.
I AM READY!!! Bring on the beauty of Edinburgh! Bring on the 26.2 miles. Bring on Marathon #9!! My Medal awaits!!
Monday, May 16, 2011
This is when the nerves start to kick in. My nerves go and mind races with all I have to do in preparation for our drive up to Edinburgh for the marathon.
This is not the time to stress.. to get anxious...to let my "to do" lists grow and grow till I am a babbling crazy woman who is losing her patience with everything and everyone! Nooo, not condusive to sanity.
This IS the time to focus.. to do what is infront of me. To remain calm and not hurry about. The important things WILL get done, a day at a time, a job at a time.
I will do what I need to with purpose. With determination and with a sense of quiet calm. I will remember simply....deep breath in... and deep breath out....slowly and calmly. Ahhh, now that IS better!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I'm in count down mode to the Edinburgh Marathon!
All my hard training is completed. I just have three 5 mile runs left until we drive up to Scotland.
This is now the final taper week. My race number has arrived. I'm getting mentally ready to start packing... ..(to be continued)
Thursday, May 12, 2011
I can picture Edinburgh Castle in my mind, I can see Holyrood Park, I can hear the seagulls at the Firth Of Fyth...yep Edinburgh is on my mind.
Hubs and I leave in just a week to make the 3+ hour drive along the motorway into Scotland and then cut East to the other side. My memories are still strong from 5 years ago.
I am focusing each day on what I need to do to be ready for this marathon. Today was a power session at the gym. Boxing, followed by strength training, then the dreaded, but much needed foam roller. I wince so much while using it but my legs thank me later on. Then a quick dip in the bubble pool to let the soothing and powerful water jets work more on my body's sore areas. Stretching in the warm water adds to my comfort.
Looking on to the remainder of this week I have my last double digit (10mile) run tomorrow... as I switched it with yesterday's run. Then an 8 and 6 mile over the weekend. That will take me to the final easy run into Edinburgh next week....15 miles before leaving on Thursday.
I get so excited about this.. another marathon that it's nutty. Why ANOTHER one? Why do this again.. and again and again???!!! I think the answer is just so complex, so all inclusive that I can't just put it into words. These races BECOME me, they are part of me, they challenge me.
Perhaps it's the lead up to it.. shoes, gear, nutrition, training..and on and on. It's the anticipation of the expo, the city, the travel, the sites. It's the sharing of an adventure with my hubs, the excitement of the chatter, the hype of others preparing as well. It's the pre-race meal, the putting the kit bag together, the early wake up, the dressing, the walk to the start, the attempt to calm nerves while waiting for the start. It's the exhilaration of crossing over the first timing mat, the sea of other runners, the cheers of the crowd, the pushing forward through the discomfort and yes even pain of the miles 17-22, the "I AM doing this" thoughts at miles 23-25, the ONE MORE MILE mantra at mile 25 and the elation and tears of crossing over the final finish timing mat! It's the medal, the T-shirt, the momentos, the snapping of finisher photos, the hubs hugs, the anything I want after race dinner. It's hearing my hubs race account, seeing his medal, wearing the medal both physically and mentally.
It's ALL of those things and more...so it's no wonder that hubs and I have already signed up for a FALL marathon....gotta keep doing this...because we CAN!
Thursday, May 05, 2011
I can't hide the fact that I am a lyricist. When I listen to a song, it's not just the music that draws me in..it's the WORDS. I'm captivated, I paint a mental picture, and get swept away. Music has ALWAYS been important to me. It was where I first found escape as a teenager. It was my soul companion and we had many a journey. I did music videos in my mind before MTV did them for real!
I've just bought a CD which has a song the same title as my blog title. But it's not the words of the song that I'm captivated by, it's the title and the image it brings. Picture with me a torrent of rain, a downpour of unrelenting cloudbursts. Suddenly it's met by flames from the ground. Igniting the rain, it turns to steam, then vapour. A steam haze results; a battle between the colder rain from above and the heat and fiery flames from the ground.
Now put that to an image of life. The pain, the suffering, the disappointments, the hurts. Those emotions and situations that rip us apart, that tear us from the inside and leave us open wounded. Pain that can only paralyze us as we are left gasping for relief. These are the rainstorms encountered by each of us.
Then the flames begin, they sooth, they move us into action, they ignite; like a spark that bursts forth and somehow brings relief..somehow brings life to the frozeness of the rain. Warmth and yet comfort. The call to action.
Because of the fire, the rain seems to lessen, the pain settles, the numbness loosens it's grip and a desire to move forward calls. A determination to continue, even though and through the vapors, out of necessity.....out of survival....we move. No longer staying still, no longer accepting that which is showering down and about to drown us. The fire has brought an awakening, a jolt into action, and demanding response. Move or drown.
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