I dislike humid weather

The sound of my annoying alarm penetrated my mind at 5:00 am this morning.  I sat up in bed and stared at the clock.  I was suddenly jealous of my sleeping baby and sleeping husband (who was, indeed, snoring loudly).  I sat there on the edge of the bed in thought for a few minutes (or maybe I had fallen asleep sitting up… who knows).  I realized that my running buddy might notice if I didn’t show (even though that slacker didn’t show up last week!) and I had a feeling that our running coach has a better memory than she lets on.  Thankfully, I was already wearing my running shorts, so I only had to surmise the energy to change my shirt and grab a cereal bar out of the pantry.  As I was about ready to drag myself out the door, I heard my 2-year old tapping on her bedroom door.  It was like a scene out of a horror movie because I nearly jumped out of my running shorts!  “Arg.”  I went in her room and coaxed her back into bed with promises of a fun day once I returned home.

It is funny how there are no cars out on the street at 5:30 am on a Saturday morning.  Shouldn’t everyone be getting up to do some exercise before the sun rises?  Oh wait, yes.  The crazy people mingling by their cars in a field next to the St. John’s River.  It was my type of people so I parked and got out of the car.  Bad mistake because it was then that I realized how tragically hot and humid it was.  How could this be?  It was 6:00 in the morning for crying out loud!  I was already drenched by the time I met up with the others.  On top of that, there were these darn annoying bugs.  I grabbed all of the courage I could muster to stay in position and not run back to my car and hit the high road.

Okay, now I must say that the minutes that followed my little “crisis” changed my perspective completely.  I became content and excited to run.  Afterall, I was alive and well.  We learned about David.  A very strong, determined man who was battling stomach cancer when he was diagnosed with lymphoma.  Can you imagine not having the capacity to feel hungry or full because your stomach had been replaced with a man-made pouch?  Can you even imagine having to endure endless cycles of chemotherapy and radiation in hopes that all of the evil cells will be eradicated?  Today, I ran in honor of David.  Fortunately, he is doing much better than he was last Christmas Eve, but the battle is not over.

So there we were, running 5 miles on a picturesque Saturday morning along the beautiful St. John’s river just happy to be able to soak it all in.

Run like you mean it!

Okay, so I know absolutely nothing about blogging.  I guess it is kind of like having a journal (except everyone can read it so be careful what you say)!  For today, I will keep it simple.  This is the original font and text size (yes, I will be boring).  Anyway, why am I blogging?  Mainly to tell you all about my wonderful, amazing running experiences as I sweat my way through training in order to finish my first marathon.  First and foremost, I am not just doing this for FUN (yes, I did say FUN), but to raise money for a very worthy cause:  The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  Unfortunately, cancer hits home for most of us.  It is remarkebly more prevalent than we wish to believe.  I know this very well because my father faced it.  I am here now to make amends with the world and figure out what I can do to give back in some little way.  I am also here to show my mother (up in heaven… at least I can only believe that she somehow has the capacity to watch me) that I can run 26.2 miles with ease, just as she did many times during her life.  Oh, how I hated when she would drag me to those fun runs (at that time in my life they were not FUN at all).  I remember going with her to the Portland marathon and participating in a much shorter run.  I was proud of her for finishing that race.  I think she will be proud of me for even making an effort to run.

So, today I ran.  I ran up and then I ran down.  I ran up again and then down again.  Yes, hills are really so much FUN.  Well, at least they are to my running buddy.  She must be crazy because she told me that going up was her favorite.  I would have to say that I totally disagree.  I love the thrill of running down a hill.  If we could get to all places by going downhill, I would be a much happier person (yet, I have been a student of physics and I know that is not possible… what goes up must come down and what goes down must eventually come back up and that involves WORK).  Anyway, it is a great group of people doing a great service to those who battle cancer.  I am very pleased to be a part of it.  I have a feeling that this will not be my last marathon, nor will it be my last effort to raise money for LLS.

Right!  About the money.  I am the advocate, you are the true hero.  Even just a few dollars goes a long ways (from math class: “it all adds up”).  Since I am not sure how to post links on this page, here is my website:  http://pages.teamintraining.org/ncfl/wdw11/haponte (wow!  I have never had so many websites to my name… okay, so it is just two but that is a lot for me).

Check back frequently for updates!  You will love them… trust me 🙂