Somehow I never manage to blog until I do a race. I didn't write anything about my triathlon, simply because I refuse to post pictures of myself at that deal. OMG! And then I did the Gobbler Grind half marathon in November, but that didn't seem like such a big deal since I was using it as a training run for Disney. But, as my extensive training regimen would have it, that was my last run before today. Because I hurt my right hip during that run and was afraid to run on it. So, being the very smart, elite athlete that I am, I just abandoned training so as not to injure myself further. I just showed up this morning to run the marathon. Good plan!
And mostly I just want to write down all the supportive texts I received during the race. They were awesome. Here they are:
6:18 AM: Brian: Think warm thoughts, love. You can do it. ( 25 degrees in Florida--how crazy is that?)
7:14 AM: Mike: U go girl, u kan outrun that fu%$in cold wind! GREAT PACE!! (Mike has a little language issue.)
7:18 AM: Brett: U r doing great mom, i know u will get done
7:58 AM: Brian: Hi love
8:02 AM: Brian: Text Mike. He is calling.
8:14 AM: Mike: Wow, u r da man, pikd up the pace! B glad u arn't runin up here in Columbus, Gawd turned the thermostate to....F%@! Keep it up.
8:18 AM: Mike: Glad 2 hear frum u, u r doin great, hows the hip?
8:19 AM: Me: Hip good. Calves cramping. Taking a walking break.
8:20 AM: Mike: Drink rehydr8, eat a nanner
8:23 AM: Mike: U need a midget 2 run along with u 2 massage them in step! I'm a genius!
8:24 AM: Me: Yeah, why didn't I think of that?
8:27 AM: Mike: Cuz u ain't nary as smarticle as me.. DUH!
8:31 AM: Me: Hence me out here, you sitting down in warm truck.
8:36 AM: Mike: LOL, now the real question? Where do I find midget joggers with good hands? MOst of them have lil Jimmy Dean Sausage fingers and knarly knuckles that hurt just 2 look at!8:41 AM: Mike: OK, quit dickin around! Get bak 2 work!
8:41 AM: Me: HALF WAY, SUCKERS!
8:42 AM: Mike: F&%$& A! As they say in New Joisey
8:51 AM: Brett: Great mom! Half done! YOu can do it!
9:02 AM: Darcee: Go Buddy! U R doing great!
9:03 AM: Me: Thanks Buddy.
9:05 AM: Darcee: Texting while running.. u amaze me! :)
9:05 AM: Brett: We're here.
9:23 AM: Mike: I'm singing the themes 2 Rocky, Rudy, Chariots of Fire, n... Married with Children, on a continuous loop 4 u! Now KICK SUM ASS!!!
9:30 AM: Mike: If u r feeling warm n fuzzy n sumwhat jittery, now mite be the time to tell u I had Brian put CRACK in yer rehydr8! N that shit ain't cheap, so get a move on!
9:45 AM: Terri: RUN AMY RUN
9:46 AM: Terri: You probably aren't movin as fast without me!? LOL
9:47 AM: Me: Mile 18. No way. Stopped at all our favorite port a potties. Wait till I tell you what Chandler did to me this year. (My running skirt fell off while running down the road.)
9:49 AM: Brett: Mom you are so awesome!
9:49 AM: Terri: SUPER! Wow, only a few more miles. Keep it up! You got it now baby!
10:01 AM: Andy: Keep goin! I'm awake so you can sprint to the finish line now.
10:03 AM: Me: Sh%&. I'm dying.
10:12 AM: Andy: One would think it might have been better to actually train for a fricking MARATHON! I heard you are on the hill, stay strong.
10:13 AM: Mike: It's all down hill frum here, now BRING IT ON HOME!
Well now, as luck would have it, I accidentally deleted all the rest of my texts. I'm so mad at myself for doing that because they made such a difference to me! Oh well.
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