I’m going to keep pleading for donations to The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. As of this evening, I’m at $140 of my $500 goal. Any amount will help support LLS and the hundreds of thousands of patients and families they help each year through research and support. If you donate $10, you’ll get 5 entries to my Dick’s Sporting Goods giveaway!
4 days ago I set out on a journey to start my new life in Philadelphia. With a full car and a wild imagination, I also set out to run in every state I drove through. With late starts, lots of wildlife, Nuun, and Sport Beans (some even consumed during actual running), this morning culminated my trip.
My day started with me wanting to stay in bed, and sleep. Feeling tired, heavy, and just exhausted, I set off to Valley Forge to complete my journey. In my head, I kept reminding myself that cancer patients live feeling like they can’t go on, almost every single day, and yet they do. If they can keep going, I can run 11 miles healthy.
Even though I’ve been training in the heat, when I do long runs, I cannot get my pace and hydration worked out. I always do the first half really strong, and then fall apart. I had to move from a 4:1 run/walk ratio to a 2:1 for a good part of the last 5.5 miles. But I kept going.
Over the course of the run I saw a baby bunny, a beaver, and 2 deer. Impressive PA, I like the variety of wildlife!
All in all, I finished the final 11 miles of my journey at a pace that would give me 3 minutes to spare on my half-marathon PR, which I’m hoping for in 3 weeks at the Rock and Roll Chicago Half-Marathon.
When I got back to the hotel after I finished, it hit me that I’d actually done this. I set out a goal, and completed it with no shortcuts, no excuses, and no regrets. I need a serious massage this week, but it’s so worth it.
Now if I can hit my fundraising goal, the tears that welled up in my eyes will fall with happiness. My family, while I love them, hasn’t been close since I was a kid, but my grandparents brought us all together. My grandfather wasn’t perfect, but he was a great Nampie, and as he reminded me often, I got my smarts from him 😏
So, friends, thanks for following this crazy journey. It’s been so fun to share it!
What’s the strangest animal you’ve seen on a run?
How do you deal with heat when running? Extra points if you’re a sweatopotomous like me
What’s a favorite memory you have of a grandparent?