Well, we got up to a very windy, overcast, and cool day, which seems to be par for the course when it comes to WalkAmerica. Every year it's about the same weather for some reason. 1jooj picked me up and we went to get me some Gatorade, then were off to the park where it starts and finishes. We got our money turned in (I raised 815.00 this year, not quite as much as I had wanted, but still pretty good!--thanks again to those of you who donated!) I get a 50.00 gift card to Famous Footwear which is pretty cool.
Cooler than that was the super hot guy who was volunteering in the pavillion. He was opening the door for people as they left the registration area and OH. MY. GOD. I'm still trying to get the drool stains out of my running shirt and have been working with Chris all day to try and push my eyeballs back into their sockets... i may have to run to the Emergency Room later if we can't get it resolved. I think we're going to try some Vaseline and a tongue depressor next, and if that doesn't work we'll go for the melon baller again, this time using some WD-40 and one of Libby's toy hammers. Really, I think after that we're out of options and will have to go for professional help. I think hairspray is supposed to work on drool stains, but haven't tried yet. We tried to shout it out, but that just made the rest of the shirt really clean and the drool stood out even more.
I talked to him. Like a multiple sentence conversation. A true exchange. And he looked into my eyes. Seven times. And we talked about me joining 1jooj in the bathroom, and he helped me decide to stay outside and wait for her. CRAP!!!! Now I messed up my pajama top, too!!!! grrrrrr.
He wasn't exactly 1jooj's hot brother, Tommy, but he was definitely on Orlando Bloom level...on the hot meter, I mean. By the way, if Orlando had a little more meat on his bones he would be my PERFECT man. But I digress....
Oh, and did I mention that Bon Jovi is playing in Wisconsin in June or July? uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
....well, this top may as well go in the garbage now.
.....and the bottoms, too, if you know what I mean.......
Oh yeah, so we were about to start the run. We wandered up to the front of the pack so that we wouldn't get caught behind the pack of walkers and did some stretching during a particularly poor rendition of the national anthem. The gigantic pig mascot (from the Piggly Wiggly supermarkets) goosed me, I slapped him accross the snout, and we were off like a Jewish foreskin (as my not-so-politically-correct co-worker, Dan would say).
About 1.5 miles into the run I turned to 1jooj and asked her if she realized that this is undoubtedly the first and last time we'll ever be in FIRST place at this point in a race. There was a magical moment of silence when the wind stopped, the sun broke through the clouds, a tulip opened, a butterfly floated out in front of us, and the choir of angels sung a hymn.....and then I broke into a rousing rendition of "We are the Champions"
A while later we passed the first water station, and there were cookies. My favorite kind...sugar cookies with the hard icing. We each grabbed one, as we figured that they were as good as a goo packet, right? I waited a few miles to tell 1jooj that her lips were bright blue from the frosting. I couldn't manage to eat it and run and talk and breathe all at once, and donated mine to the crow's soup kitchen that is the street.
As we were out so far in first place being the only runners, we made it to the first major street just after the community service cops showed up. The beeeeotch wouldn't make eye contact with us as we stood there waiting for the light to change and the traffic to slow...and she STAYED IN HER VAN!!! A couple miles later, at the next large intersection, we watched the male cop get out of his van as soon as he saw us a block down, walk over to the control box and make the light turn green for us. We thanked him and mentioned that the last one never even got out of the van. We're pretty sure that she got canned moments later. That's right, ladies....do NOT mess with the Trottin' Bitches. We do not take anyone's crap.
At about mile six we split from the route, and head off on an extra three mile loop which would both take us by my girls at the cemetary and get our total mileage up to 12 in the end. I don't know why they cut out the 12 mile route this year, but I vowed to always do the 12 for Rainey and Grace, so I will alter the route each year, as needed.
By this time I had already been having pretty much constant seizure activity for a long while, but when 1jooj said that she thought the guy mowing his lawn a few houses up was walking two weiner dogs, I started to worry about her health, as well.
you know, we called this our light week...a week to rest and recoup a bit before our last really heavy week pre-marathon. Then we realized, as our legs felt awfully heavy, that we'd actually done a 17.25 miler on Sunday, a short fast run midweek, and then a 12 miler on Saturday... if you add in the walking i do during the week at work and after our runs, I'm still over 40 miles this week. Not really so light, I guess.
We were running along the cemetary when my mother called my cell phone. With some serious attitude in her voice she asked where we were and how much longer we'd be (I had sent her a map of our route and the anticipated time of our finish last night...but she was in a rush to see her 'friend', my father's old best friend (my dad died 1.5 years ago) Now, my mother has been acting REALLY strange and cold for quite a while now and has been causing a lot of grief and worry and hurt feelings to us lately. So, this was really bad timing for her to call for the first time in two weeks. We were about to turn in and visit my girls. Oh well.
We had a brief visit, I left them the stones i'd been carrying and there was some crying and hugging. 1jooj didn't get to meet them and that always makes me really sad. I had them in the middle of the night and although i called and told her that I'd had them, she couldn't leave the kids and travel over a couple of towns with sleeping children and everything. Other than Chris and I and the nurses, my mother was the only other one to hold them and see them in person.
We got back on our way, and my mother showed up trying to take a photo from her car. She missed us and said she'd catch us at the next corner...drives around a few blocks and again tries to take a photo from the car. Mind you, my mother is 58 and healthy and there is no reason she could not have gotten out of her car to make this much easier... whatever. We made it back to the spot where we'd left the course and happily realised we were still going to finish in front of at least some of the 9mile walkers. We would not be last!! Had a nice chat about Rainey and Grace with a volunteer couple at the next water station and moved on. Passed a few more groups of walkers and were about a mile from the finish. 1jooj was having some pretty serious knee pain and we both were having hip issues for whatever reason. It had been very windy and a fairly hilly course, plus it had only been six days since our 17 miler, so we figured it was not that we were just desperately out of shape. As we were running into the park we saw my husband pulling in with my girls (late as usual...he is every year, sometimes missing the finish entirely, despite knowing how important this is to me). He got Libby out of the car right as we were running by, so we called for her to run with us. She ALWAYS is talking about going running with Auntie Jo and Mommy and this thrilled her. She ran the last .25 mile with us, holding our hands, running like she'd never run before. Thankfully she had her 'fast' shoes on, she said. We kept telling her to run for her big sisters and finish strong...and she did it. She ran across the finish line with us, making it to the big rude perverted pig. Again, my mother saw us coming from at least a quarter mile away, but waited until we were passing her to act like she cared about getting a photo and made some comment about us stopping for a photo. We were not going to stop running before the finish line and stop Libby just for her to get a photo when she could have done it easily, so we kept going. She eventually made her way up to the finish line and over to us, after she was done talking to every stranger about her new puppy. She acted very odd and cold and all of us were uncomfortable and weirded out by her actions... It was very clear that the only reason she was there was because she felt obligated and to say that she was there... she stayed only briefly, talked mostly about her stupid dog, and never even really greeted her grandchildren. She commented several times about having to leave and go meet Merrill (my Dad's best friend) and left. I can't describe how crappy she's been to us for the last few months. Even on a day like this. 1jooj can vouch for me, it was crappy.
Anyway, we got another blue frosted cookie and headed home. Had a decent finishing time (though by no means a PR
) and I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Went home for an ice bath and shower, had some lunch and then the whole family took a nap. Not at all usual for us. I got REALLY sick feeling after my shower and could barely stand. I was shaking and nauseated and my cold and allergies were really bad (I'd had troubles with my asthma on the run, then the wind and cold really got the cold/allergies going) and I felt really terrible. Eating helped some, but I woke up feeling really bad again after my nap. Not sure what that's all about. Maybe my body is just really shot from fatigue and constant seizure stuff and this cold. I don't know.
anyway, it was a successful and fulfilling (through difficult and sad at times as it is every year) run. I'm blessed to have a friend like 1jooj to run through tough times like this with...everyone should be so fortunate.
OH and her new hairdo looks AMAZING on her. Fits her perfectly!!! Gorgeous.