No wimping out now –

Don’t be a namby-pamby.  – That is what my dad always used to tell me.  Lucky for him, I was an adventurous little one and was rarely afraid to try anything.  From the high diving board to the deep water to the rides that went upside down at the amusement park, I was usually game.  I might have been all pink glittery, and girly on the outside, but inside I was a determined daredevil.

 

From skiing to riding the mechanical bull, I kept the momentum going strong.  Until recently, I realized I was not so brave anymore.  I am a mom with responsibilities and a working gal with commitments, so I settled into a complacent routine of semi-safe adventures.  Let’s just say this:  I grew bored.  I decided I needed a challenge, and distance running it would be….My dad is no longer with me, but his spirit is.

 

running girl

Not me, but what I picture (whatever helps me finish)

 

I am heading out-of-town this weekend to run my first half-marathon.  I cannot deny that I am a little scared.  Visions of DNF keep flashing through my mind, but I have to go and do it.  I said I wanted to try it, train for it, and I made it a goal.  My dad would not want me to be a namby-pamby, so I am not going to be one.

 

When I first started running, I did not want it to be a selfish pursuit.

 

Of course, I reap health benefits from it, but I wanted to share those benefits with other busy women everywhere.  If I can squeeze it, so can you – it doesn’t have to be a half marathon, but a mile or two, a yoga class, or a ride on the elliptical will do.  More than that, when I ran my first 10K, I wanted to give something back to the community at large, and I did with the help of a lot of friends.

 

Now it is time for the half, and I am off….I have to admit, this time it is about finishing and knowing that I can do it and I am not a namby-pamby.

 

Although, I hope there will be a second time, and I know I will raise funds for people waiting on kidney transplants.  Something that would make my dad proud.  He was never a candidate for a transplant, yet he certainly was not a namby-pamby when it came to his dialysis treatments.

 

So, I am out of here with GU and Toast on hand.

 

Just wish me luck, but don’t say break a leg.


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  • Jenny Isenman AKA Jenny From the Blog March 7, 2013, 4:33 PM

    I won’t wish you luck because you won’t need it. You will succeed on will power and determination, which is what got you into this half marathon to begin with. I’ll be imagining you crossing that finish line with the sun setting behind you and the sand smooshing under your feet. Just like the pick.

    GO GET’UM

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    • Rachel Blaufeld March 12, 2013, 10:31 AM

      I was thinking that you may come to see me at the starting line and then I realized it would be 6 a.m. – he!

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  • Laurie Hurley March 7, 2013, 9:28 PM

    You will finish with energy to spare! GU is a great idea. And water. And don’t overdress. And it’s OK to pee in the bushes. And don’t worry about your time, just run the race and have fun. I know you will enjoy it and want to do it again. And I am jealous that I am not running it…. KICK ASS!
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    • Rachel Blaufeld March 12, 2013, 10:32 AM

      I have to say – I dont understand the stopping to pee….I always have to run to the bathroom except when running — I sweat too much?!?!?

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