Friday, June 26, 2009

Don't Quit

I thought this video seemed fitting for everyone lining up at a starting line this weekend. Good luck to everyone running Western States. I can't wait to be up there and see how it all unfolds.....

Sunday, June 21, 2009

So many trails, so little time

Today I ran on a different trail in a different town. Nice. It helps break up the monotony when you run in new places. The run felt easy, effortless. I kept thinking about all the people gearing up for big races. Western States is next Saturday, and I can feel their excitement with every step I take. The thrill of that race fills my soul and I am suddenly there, standing at the start line anticipating an outrageous race. So many friends are racing this year. It is going to be fun watching it all unfold. All the training and time that goes into training for a 100 miler make for such great memories. You seem to remember every long run and who you ran with. Then it is race day and everything you have trained for is staring you in the face, and you hope you have done enough. Good luck to all my friends that will stand at Squaw Valley on Saturday morning. May you find a buckle in Auburn.

"The eagle, who believed he was a chicken, wasn't. However, until he discovered what he was, he was limited to live as one." Unknown

Happy Father's Day

I can't believe that my Dad has been gone for 19 years already. I think of him everyday and wish
his life had been different in many ways. I wish he could see how my children have grown up. I wish he could see what special kids they are. He would be proud of them, I know. I wish he could see how I am as a middle aged adult. I was only 32 years old when he left this world. I am a better person as a result of him. I learned from HIS mistakes, and have tried to live a better life. Thanks Dad for being my Dad. You had some rough times, but I hope you knew that you were loved very much. I can laugh about things now, it's taken me a long time, but I can do that these days.

To all you Fathers out there, I wish you a Happy Father's Day. The best gift you can give your children is to love them unconditionally and to live a clean life.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Excited about Western States

I am a blog slacker and it has been several days since my last post. These are my sins. Oh, I reverted back to my Catholic days, I mean these are my excuses. LOL. Seriously, life has been crazy lately. Lot's of things going on and lots of inter turmoil. Nothing serious, I have just been preoccupied. My son Caleb graduated from UCI last week and I was such a proud Momma. He looked so handsome standing up there with his cap and gown. He has worked very hard for five years and I am so honored that he is my son. In Sept. he starts Chiropractic school in Southern California and we are all excited for him.

On the running front, life is good. I feel strong and my injury is feeling status quo. I am pacing at Western States next weekend and I am excited about that. I am pacing Leonardo Soresi from Italy and he is an awesome runner. I am a little nervous that he will outrun me but I am prepared to do my best. Just being out at States is such fun. Matt will be crewing Tom Crull from Dallas and I hope we see him running on the track on Sunday morning. This will be Tom's last WS. Tom and I met at the WS training camp several years ago and have been best friends ever since. Have a great weekend!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Age is only a number, right??

Today is my birthday. I am so happy that I was born, but feeling a little sad that I am getting older. I look at my kids and they are adults now. Wow.
I have a several friends running in 100 mile races today. My thoughts are on them as they push through this evening and into the night. Running a race can make you feel so young despite the pain and fatigue you may encounter.
Started my day off with a swim and the weather is beautiful. What more can I ask for?

Taking it all in.
...we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens once a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems so limitless. Paul Bowles