A Lesson in Determination

                    RACE 3 of 12 --LIVING HISTORY FARMS OFF ROAD RACE- 7 miles

         Waking up super early may be the worst part of running races. I don't function well early in the morning. The morning of this race I actually suggested we leave a few hours earlier and "tailgate" before the race began.  The night before I couldn't sleep. I was nervous I wouldn't be able to finish the race, after all the most I had ever ran was still over a mile less than what I was needing to do this day. Seven miles is the distance alone-- that doesn't even include the creeks, banks, stumps and hills.  I watched several you-tube videos of the race, looked over last years finish results, and read blogs about what to expect. It didn't help much, just made me feel more anxiety.  Our shirts were finished just in time for the race! The skirts and shirts attracted a LOT of attention-- MANY people were photographing us and the backs of the shirt. It says " Does this skirt make my butt look fast?" We even scored a 40 second interview on stage. People came from all over the United States come to share in the fun. They only accept 7500 registrations and they were sold out within a weeks time. We all anxiously awaited and registered the same night it opened. We communicated through texts and FB messages to make sure we all got signed up in time.
         Once we were there the costumes were hilarious and creative! There was Santa and his reindeer, zombies chasing their brains, men in dresses, brides and grooms, Lego men, naked Spartans, and of course the Dirty Skirts( just to name a few).  While we were waiting for the race to begin our tailgate party was more like a huddling flock of hens around a crock pot of steel cut oats and hand warmers. We talked about our kids, husbands, and how to cook oatmeal. A few cars down there were peoplein thier 20's cracking beers and drinking straight out of liquor bottles. I can only imagine their conversations did not include ANY of the above topics. I think that's what makes us special is we are proving to our families, our friends, and most importantly ourselves that your never too old or too slow or too anything to do something that is a challenge. We would save our drinking for a day when we didn't need every bit of our stomach contents. This  race was going to be hard enough for me without puking.
        I don't know if other runners have this issue, but when I run my underwear fall down. It doesn't matter what size I have they roll right down my flat butt.  So I decided on the ride down they would have to go, I went into the portapotty and quickly discovered that because of the layering this would be much easier said than done without catching hepatitis. I decided they must be torn off. After some finagling--they were in the bottom of  portapotty and my butt was instantly colder.  As I shut the door behind me I wondered what the next person was going to think when they saw them in the portapotty, but I was sure as heck not going to retrieve them.
      I read online that because of the obstacles there would be points in the race you would be walking or waiting to cross rivers, bends etc... So when you had the chance to run you should take it.  I was cold and the running was heating me up quick. By the time I was 1 mile in I was already losing the gloves and long sleeves. The first creek crossing was about 2 miles in, it was a 4 foot drop into a ankle deep creek. It was easier than it looked. I was a little disappointed that it wasn't tougher and I wasn't dirtier. The second creek crossing I was ALL IN. We chose the steepest and deepest part to cross. This is when I discovered not wearing underwear has its drawbacks. The water was ice cold, and I am VERY short , it was hip deep. I almost lost my left shoe in the mud, but made it up the embankment with a little booty push from my race partner Trish. 
                Miles 3-6 seemed to fly by. When I run so many things float in and out of my mind. Today I was thinking about my kids, thinking about how seeing me take chances everyday will help them to take chances too. Will teach them first hand about faith and perseverance. Having a mother who isn't fearful, who isn't typical, who does the best she can in everything she does everyday will hopefully make them stronger adults with the ability to make decisive and wholesome choices about their lives.  Lately I have been beating myself up about being a "good" mother. I have been working 12 hour workdays 6-7 days a week, missed every hockey game this season, and have cooked 3 meals in the past month.  the sacrifice in my family and personal life for my business has been tremendous recently. I remember a few years back being critical of moms who forgot snack day, who didn't brush their kids hair, and whose daycare providers spent more time with them than they did. Its funny how God teaches us empathy. When I run I feel stronger. I feel in control. I feel like everything is going to be OK-- because the truth is it will be.   Re framing my parenting while running today made me feel like my kids have a chance to not be screwed up after all.  We kept a nice jogging pace most the time, and made it through a total of 5 very muddy creek crossings, a few steep embankments with ropes to pull us up, and fields full of slippery corn stalks and stumps.  The last mile was the challenge. I started to feel my legs get heavy, and I started to see more people going around me. We were going up a pretty decent hill and my body was starting to feel broken. I walked about 100 feet and then started hating myself. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!- You have run 6 miles and now your going to walk up the last hill on the last mile!!" I started running again, slow at first and then as the pink skirts ahead of me started disappearing I picked it up and caught up with my friends. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by. I wasn't going to make excuses for myself anymore, I wasn't going to give in to my weaknesses, I wasn't going to be the chubby girl who everyone needed to pass. This is where it counted. This is where it mattered. RUN! RUN! RUN!  I have an approach to life and the same premise applies to my running --winning means I am willing to work harder, longer, and give more than anyone else.  It doesn't mean crossing the finish line first. It doesn't mean winning a trophy. It means that I don't leave anything behind. I just have to make sure that when I cross the finish line to the line of Imaginary Beef Stew I can say I gave it everything I had. And I did. 

Today was my first chip timed race. Today I finished 2051 of 7500 racers. Today I pushed myself beyond what I thought I was capable of . Today I forgave myself.  Today I thanked God for giving me great friends who believe in "No Man Left Behind!" Today I ran, and ran, and ran and it was the most fun I have ever had running! I may be slow, but I am still lapping everyone sitting on thier couch :)

Susan G Komen Race for the Cure

We registered under the name Team B.F.F. (Breast Friends Forever).  It was not my first time going to the race for the cure, but it was my first time running.  We decided collectively to create custom hair bows and sell them to raise money for our race team.  12 of us registered and starting crafting. We got together in each others living rooms, basements, and in the unfinished cardio room to create one of a kind creations. Some of them were good and some were unique. It was so much fun making them with lovely ladies. We sold them at local shops, the YMCA and Boone Hyvee and Walmart. The bows raised over $800 for our team --SUCCESS!! We also planned a fundraiser event to raise money-- it was called "Fight for the Cause" It was scheduled to be a kickboxing circuit class followed by Yoga. The night before the big event the YMCA had a fire and the space, the bows, the equipment was all fire damaged and the fundraiser was cancelled.  But TEAM BFF doesn't take anything lying down-- after some last minute bow making we sold  more bows in 2 days following the fire than all the days leading up to it.

The race theme is pink, so we decided to costume ourselves in pink running skirts, pink tops, and pink socks, and of course pink bows!  The day of the race there was also a set of pink eyelashes, a pink bra, pink lipstick,  and pink hairspray for everyone!  We were ready to go! I even brought pink Gatorade and pink cream cheese with mini bagels for breakfast.

I was late getting to the meeting point to drive down to Des Moines. I was late because I was searching for my race number.  I looked everywhere, it was NO WHERE to be found. It was sad because the day I got my race packet in the mail  I was so excited that I got the number 2011.  I immediately called my friend Kathy and told her how awesome and lucky I was to get that number. She politely told me the truth that everyone had 2011, and then laughed at me. Bubble bursted!

After being late to the meeting point, we were made even later by a gas station trip and 2 potty breaks. It was actually a lot like driving with my kids to places. We got to the race moments before the start time. We heard the gun go off and made our way down through thousands of people who were all registered to walk. We got in line behind about 10,000 walkers and couldn't weave our way through to the "running part". So what does team BFF do?? We DODGE DIP DUCK DIVE AND DODGE all around these walkers. It was like extreme 5k Frogger. We were bouncing off curbs running on grass, pushing over baby strollers, and knocking little old ladies over. The good thing about arriving late to a race and having to run with the walkers is you feel REALLY REALLY fast. I essentially felt like I was winning the Olympics.  When we crossed the giant finish line we were greeted with water bottles and key rings that represented different breast lump sizes. What more could a girl ask for? We got tons of compliments on our sparkly running skirts and socks-- we were by far the coolest cats there!

Our race was about human kindness. The real purpose of running today wasn't to make great time, it wasn't to look fabulous ( although we did), it was about survival in small and big ways. It was about caring for someone more than yourself and making health a priority. It was about running for all those people you know who didn't deserve to die. For those who left behind people who needed them. For those who fought and won.  Today I ran for my mother in law. She kicked cancers butt as Henry would say.  In Celebration of Frances Maria Moore. A woman who would never give up.  We love you MeeMaw!

No Day But Today

Sometimes something happens to you and it changes who you are, sometimes something happens and it changes everything.  In May I decided it was time for a change. I was sick of feeling like I was living in someone elses  skin. When I would see photographs of myself I was in disbelief of how overweight I had become without even noticing. I photo shopped myself in EVERY picture since 2001.  Change can be scary for some people, but for me its like a drug. I thrive on new ideas, new experiences, and new friends. I started going to the YMCA religiously. I met new people who became instant friends. They noticed when I lost weight, they congratulated me on finishing classes, they encouraged me to keep going, I made a decision early on that I would run. I never ran before, except this once when my 1 year old darted toward the street and I bolted about 20 feet to swoop him up before sudden danger. My entire decision making on running was based on a simple observation- you never see obese people running on the side of the road. Runners aren't fat. It may seem superficial but it was motivational. none the less. So I ran, I went about 1/2 a block and had to walk.  It was harder than it looked.  Persuaded by Peer Pressure  I signed up for my first race, The Pufferbilly 5K. Now it was time to get serious. I never pictured myself running a mile, , much less a race. I was to top heavy for running, I bounced far too much people would stare and likely wreck into trees.  I ran with friends a few times a week.to prepare. I had worked my way up to running a mile without stopping in 3 weeks. Pretty impressive in my own personal runners world. The morning of the race I woke up to a silent house. 6 am is very early in the Moore household-- I got dressed and went to the start point. While standing in line for a number and bag, I felt like an impersonator, like at any moment someone was going to laugh and ask if I was joking. No one laughed. I saw my friends and when the start gun went off I felt a burst of energy. I jogged slowly by my friends, it was cool and a little foggy. No one was out except the runners, once you get past the start line it thins out and its every  man for himself. It was like a scene from a movie, almost spiritual to listen to my breath, the sounds of my shoes hitting the pavement, cool air breeze and everyone around me doing the exact same thing but all in their own little bubble of  self challenge. My legs started getting tired at about the 1.5 mile mark. I just kept thinking that if I can just run to the end of the block, if I can just run to that tree up there, if I can just catch up to that girl ahead. It worked. I ran a race. When I ran past the finish line I teared up. It was my mental trophy.   In 6 months, I lost 60 pounds and went from a size 24 to a 12. I did no specific diet. I used the oldest trick in the book  I ate less, and exercised more.  From this one race a dream was born. A few of the ladies decided to start a running club and I joined in. This blog is about my journey to complete a years worth of races. I vow in front of the entire world.-- that I will run 12 races in 12 months and chronicle the journeys of our "Dirty Skirts!"   "The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."