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I'm a health writer and editor for nbcnews.com and today.com. I live in Seattle, and, yes, it DOES rain that much here.
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Interests include running, reading, traveling and pictures of my cat.
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Hi!
As I think most of you know, I started long distance running a few years ago. I’m still running, but doing something a little differently this time: I’ve spent the last several months training for the Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon with the American Cancer Society’s training team. It’s been so much fun, and it’s such a nice change from running all those miles by myself.
I’m also raising money for ACS, which will go toward cancer research and to programs benefiting cancer patients and their families. If you’d like to donate, I would so appreciate it! Even $5 or $10 helps.
Go here to donate: http://bit.ly/Jm6wow
Me at the Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon on Saturday. Smiling because I am like three steps from the finish line. As my friend Becca wisely points out, “If you run faster, you’ll be done faster!”
Somewhere during the delirium that was Mile 23 of the Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon on Saturday, I happened to turn to look behind me, for just a second. Honestly, I was wondering at that point if anyone at all was behind me — I was doing so much worse, time- and pace-wise, than I’d planned. So I turn to my left — and who should I see but my pal Margaret.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier to see someone. It took me more than 5 hours to finish the stupid thing, and your brain plays some weird tricks on you while you’re running a crazy distance like that. When I try to recall the moment I ran into her on the Alaskan Way Viaduct, the scene my brain conjures up looks like we’re the two sole survivors in some kind of post-Apocalyptic Seattle.
We ran together for the rest of the race, bitching about the ridiculousness of the whole thing for most of the way, of course. We ran past her parents and our respective boyfriends, all cheering us on. And we crossed the finish line together.
I tend to pride myself on doing things alone, depending only on myself, but one of the many things I was forced to learn during this whole marathon thing is that leaning, at least a little bit, on other people can be — well, it can be kinda nice. (Eye roll, I know. But I mean it.)
I keep having anxiety dreams re: marathon. A couple of nights ago, I dreamed couldn’t find my iPod, and I needed to find a store that was open at 6 a.m. to buy a new one, WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO IPOD-SELLING STORES ARE OPEN AT 6 A.M.?!
Last night, I had two marathon dreams: One that I forgot my bib and timing chip and so they wouldn’t let me race, and another wherein I was late to the race because I had to keep visiting convenience store after convenience store to find orange Gatorade.
Twenty-oneish hours to go.
I just impulse-bought this from Lululemon (which, of course, means I just spent $$$). I thought I hated running skirts, but I am kind of in love with this one? We’ll see what it’s like to run in — I do worry it may get on my nerves during longer distances.
Now that my longest training run is done, here comes the fun part: Planning my marathon outfit! (I know, I know, eye roll. But I’m getting so excited for this thing.)
