I’ve been feeling just a tad nostalgic lately.
Maybe it’s because I’ve had to do deep breathing exercises and self-medicate just to work through the anxiety of seeing our little blonde lady grow up so fast.
Here she is at Preschool graduation today:
She’s officially a Big Kindergartner now. Apparently, you have to put on a very straight face for that job. I promise you she was a lot happier about the occasion than this picture would have you believe.
But also, as I’ve been laying out my game plan for achieving this goal, I’ve been thinking back on the races I’ve completed over the last 11 years.
And pondering why I didn’t think of this idea 11 years ago.
I’m no math major, but something tells me those extra years would have worked in my favor when deciding to run 50 marathons by age 50.
As I look ahead, I thought it would be a good idea to re-cap how I got here. Starting with
MY FIRST MARATHON:
November 25, 2001
I’ll update this post if I find any photos of myself actually running the race, but here’s approximately what Seattle looked like on that day:
It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Since it was my first marathon, I came up with the BRILLIANT plan to host the holiday dinner* at our house so I could relax without doing a lot of traveling around so close to the big race day.
Oh, silly, silly girl.
*Disclaimer: if you’ve ever hosted a large group for Thanksgiving, you’ll recognize the error of my ways.
It wasn’t the company that was the problem. Our family and friends who joined us were lovely.*
*Disclaimer: really close to 100% of the time.
It was the preparation and the cooking and the coordination. And it might also have been the 3rd degree steam burn I managed to get up half my arm when I decided it would be SUPER efficient to lift the lid off the turkey QUICKLY.
If I find those race photos, you can pretend it’s a Where’s Waldo game and try to spot the big white bandage that appears in every. single. picture.
In summary, I survived. The race and the turkey. I went on to complete 6 more (marathons that is. Well, I’ve also
survived completed more Thanksgiving dinners, too, but that’s a whole different story).
7 down. 43 to go. It’s a long – but exciting – to-do list.
White or dark meat at Thanksgiving? I go straight for the drumstick. I’d love to hear from you!