Saturday, June 26, 2010
I didn't run away. I promise.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Cupcakes and Conclusions
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Going Bananas
I finished a marathon. I spent four days on crutches, and have four weeks of physical therapy in front of me. There is no running for me in sight. It is affecting my ability to blow off steam, to work out my emotions, to let go of everything weighing me down, and to run off dessert.
1 cup butter
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
4 mashed, ripe bananas
3 cups all purpose flour
3 tsp cocoa
¼ tsp cloves
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp all spice
2 cups buttermilk + 2 tsp baking soda
Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs and beat until blended. Sift dry ingredients together. Alternate adding the dry ingredients and buttermilk to the bowl. Beat only until well blended. Bake at 350 for about 18 minutes (for cupcakes).
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Marathon Diaries, Part Two: 26.2 Lessons I learned while running my 1st marathon
1. I wear my emotions in my running shoes
In the darkness of the early morning, I saw the lights of the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument and the Capitol. I would run by all three in just a few hours. I was about to run my first marathon. I cried. (no surprise there really) And I was brought to tears during about 70% of the race by the people I saw, the pride that I felt in myself, and sometimes just from the pain.
2. Recognize the heroes around you.
In Part 1, I wrote about the wheelchair racer on the hill. What I didn’t tell you is that he was a wounded vet, and he was one of many. Throughout the race I saw several young marines running with their buddies names on their shirts. No doubt their lives were lost in Iraq or Afghanastan. And then there were the fathers, running for their sons. I ran behind Cpl Ward’s dad for about 6 miles. The back of his shirt “Cpl Ward. My Son. My Hero.” I read those words over and over for miles. The last time I saw him was in Crystal City. A female runner said – “you’re son was a hero” as she ran past him. He said “Yes. Thank you.” Of course, I cried. Again.
3. Be grateful. Say Thank you.
The Marine Corps Marathon is nothing short of inspiring. The course is beautiful, every last step of it is under the shade of brightly colored fall leaves or with a view of the monuments that make our Nation’s Capitol. There was rarely a moment that we weren’t being cheered on by crowds, large or small. It was incredible. And the Marines. Oh, the Marines. Their faces kept me moving. These men and women who have given their lives to serving our country. They may have thought I was saying thank-you for their cheer of encouragement or for the Powerade, but I was saying thank-you for so much more. As the daughter, sister, niece, daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law of Marines, these men and women hold a very special place in my heart. Seeing them in uniform throughout the course….well, I cried, and just said thank-you to any of them that I made eye contact with.
4. I love hill work
There were two significant hills in the first half of the race. There was a collective groan in the pack when we hit them, but I actually kind of smiled. Neither hill was as fierce or as long as “The Beast” in Griffith Park, so I felt good. My team’s Saturday can include the beastly hill up to three times in long training. So, two hills, not nearly as long or as steep, I owned them.
5. Funny signs of encouragement are better than a shot blok
They say that laughter is the best medicine. And it’s true. A funny sign held by someone in the crowd will make you laugh out loud and forget your pain for at least 90 seconds. You will swear to remember all of them, not knowing that you will forget most of them in your exhaustion. But here are a few I remember.
- Run Like You Stole Something – a classic, but made me laugh nonetheless; I also used it as the caption for the picture I took of Watergate.
- Free Mimosas if You Stop Now – tempting!
- Jack Bauer never ran a marathon, but you are. – hilarious
- The End is Near – held by someone dressed as the Grim Reaper at the end of the 14th St Bridge
- There are CUTE MARINES at the Finish Line! – enough said.
- And a group of girls dressed in full 80’s neon attire held 80’s Trivia signs and a boom box. It was a reminder that this is “fun.”
6. “Almost there” is a very cruel phrase
You came out to cheer on the marathoners, and for that I thank you. But calling out “almost there” at any mile prior to 24 is just cruel. This is also a mental race that I’m running.
7. A table of orange slices is prettier than a rainbow
Coming out of Georgetown and towards the Kennedy Center, I saw the most beautiful sight. A table of orange slices. I think I cried.
8. I like half marathons
Seeing the mile markers for 12, 13 & 14 on Haines Point, I realized that I like Half Marathons. You have to work for it, and you can still walk the next day. Thankfully my brother ran with me from mile 11 to mile 16 to help me not focus on that very fact.
9. Your ability to take self portraits significantly lessens in quality while running a marathon
me attempting to get a picture of myself with the Washington Monument
my brother's view of me attempting to get a picture of myself with the monument
my brother gets a much better picture of me and the monument
10. When in doubt, rock it out
Some of my favorite new additions to my playlist were:
o Us – Regina Spektor – on Spout Run Parkway
o Me and Bobby McGee- Janis Joplin – at Georgetown Reservoir
o Meet Me Halfway – Black Eyed Peas – on National Mall
o Halo (Club Remix) - Beyonce – on National Mall
o Get Right Back (Where We Started From) – Army Navy – on 14th Street Bridge
o Best Supporting Actor – One For the Team – in Crystal City
o Seven Nation Army – The White Stripes – at the Pentagon
Shortly after Seven Nation Army helped me get my game face back on for the finish, these fun songs led me in the final stretch. I was so happy that I put such fun songs at the end. Despite my pain, I smiled the whole way to the finish line.
o Come On Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners
o Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond
o Don’t Stop Believin’ (Glee Cast Version) – Glee Cast
o Walkin’ on Sunshine – Katrina and The Waves
o I Gotta Feelin – Black Eyed Peas
11. A true friend will hug you when you are covered in powerade and smell like 18 miles of hard work
Getting a hug from my dear friend Jodie who I hadn't seen in nearly a year. She drove a long way to cheer me on and was in the perfect spot - Mile 18 - when I really needed some encouragment.
12. The Rocky Theme Song never gets old
At the Capitol steps, a high school band started to play the Rocky Theme Song. As a pack, we instantly regained some determination in that moment.
me trying to take a picture of myself with the Capitol. see lesson #9
13. As terrible as you look and feel, you will smile for every official race photog you see on the course.
14. I am stronger than I think but I cry like a girl.
But I think we've established that.
15. The 14th Street Bridge is the longest bridge known to man
I addressed this in Marathon Diaries, Part 1, and have since discovered that I was not the only one that felt this way. It truly felt longer than the entire first 6 miles.
16. With enough determination, I can push through more pain than I have ever known. Not finishing, isn’t an option.
Left leg calf cramping began at Mile 3. Right foot pain started at Mile 14. Pain everywhere, mile 18-24.
In the days after the race, I was on crutches. It seems the pain in my right foot was real and I couldn’t put any weight on it. I saw a running friend of my sister-in-laws the day after the race. Seeing my crutches, she asked what happened. She said, “oh, so you didn’t finish.” I blinked in confusion of the statement. Not finish? “Oh, no. I finished.”
17. Never take food, or pills, from strangers – unless you’re running a marathon
Regular rules of life don’t apply during a marathon. Pee on the side of the road in full view of others? Fine. Unwashed hands? Acceptable. Taking food, electrolyte pills, or painkillers from strangers? Whatever helps. Thank you to the kind woman in Crystal City with the large bag of pretzels. To be able to get the taste of gu, mixed with shot blok and blue powerade out of my mouth was a gift that I can’t thank you enough for.
18. The smell of cheap, warm beer at mile 23 may activate your gag reflex
Speaking from experience.
19. A Marine saying “Congratulations Ma'am” and putting a Marathon Medal around your neck = tears
Finishing a marathon is emotional. A young man in uniform, who has dedicated his life to serving our country (who has endured more hardship in his service than I have in the last 6 hours) putting the medal around your neck for running 26.2 miles will make you cry. Again.
20. I have no idea what those silver blanket things do, but I’ll wrap it around myself because it’s shiny like my medal.
with my father-in-law & my husband after we finished. Dad C - congrats on your first finish and the inspiration to do this as as a family adventure!
21. Your mom will be so happy that you finished the race alive and standing, that she will take off your dirty shoes and sweaty socks and put the crocs on your feet that you’ve been thinking about for the last 12 miles.
Thanks Mom. I loved the excitement on your face as I charged the hill to the finish. And of course, I loved the Whoopie Pies.
22. If you look like you are about to make a serious mess in the middle of the floor, a security guard of an office building will unlock a bathroom for you.
Him: Is she going to be sick? My Mother-in-Law: Yes. Him: Come this way. Beautiful secret corridor to a bathroom without a line. Me: Relief.
23. Few people will massage your feet on the metro, after nearly 6 hours of running. But your dad will.
Thanks Dad (pictured below running alongside me from Miles 9 to 11) Not just for the foot massage, but for running to different mile markers to cheer me on. It meant the world to me to have you cheering me on in this same race that you’ve rocked three times.
24. An Ice Bath will change your life
I live in a smallish 1930’s apartment that doesn’t have a bathtub. I had never experienced an ice bath after a long run. Back at the hotel, desperate to try anything to make the pain go away, I filled up the tub with cold water and ice and got in. Holy. Cold. Pause. Smile. I can’t feel my legs. And that’s a very, very good thing.
25. Running for dessert only works if your system will accept food after 26.2 miles of brutality. But we stopped for a cone and a shake anyway. And enjoyed my mom's traditional marathon whoopie pie.
26. Pain is temporary. Glory is forever.
So many people had this saying on their shirts or on signs in the crowd. I didn't understand it until I saw the finish line. In those moments I felt no pain. Exhilaration. Euphoria. Mild disbelief. Pride. Relief. Joy. Overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Look how far I've come.
.2 I want to do this again with a stronger finish and better time
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Marathon Diaries, Part 1: Perseverance: Get it.
Mile 20
Everyone says you hit the wall around mile 20. It’s true. It’s a brick wall built of extreme pain, self-deprecating thoughts and exhaustion. My foot was throbbing. My legs. Oh, my legs. It hurt everywhere. My time was much slower than I had anticipated and I was becoming more and more terrified of not being able to “beat the bridge.” (not getting to the 14th Street bridge by a certain time, meant not being able to finish the race) And as I turned onto 14th Street, I saw my dad, brother and nephew cheering me on. I burst into tears. My brother paced me for about a half a mile. He told me – this is the part I told you about. I know it hurts. But you’re there. You’ve done this. Now, you just finish it...Or something like that. What he didn’t tell me is that the 14th Street Bridge is the longest bridge known to man. It may as well have been a mountain. I felt like hell, and it seemed like I was making zero progress. This bridge was never ending! And, it wasn’t just me. So many around me appeared to be so relieved to beat the bridge that their paces slowed significantly. We were all just shuffling forward, giving into the battle of determination vs. defeat.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I Know I'm Not Hopeless Case
This is it. I am 7 days from my first marathon. The Marine Corps Marathon. I am, in a word, emotional. I think about the finish line and my eyes well up with tears. The finish line. Sigh. In my short running career (18 months), I’ve cried every time I’ve crossed one. All four times. It’s an experience that is hard to describe. All in one moment you feel empowered, accomplished, humbled, proud, and most of all a euphoric joy.
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Francese Fiasco
The night of our 1 month wedding anniversary (9 years ago), I decided to make my husband his favorite dinner from our favorite Italian Restaurant. Chicken Francese. I was a married, grown-up woman and I was going to cook a fancy dish for my man because that’s what married, grown-up women do. I was excited. I felt domesticated. Empowered. The queen of my kitchen. Or, so I thought.
I’ve come a long way from the Francese Fiasco, but I have never attempted to make it again. Seth, however, makes a delicious version. I had so many expectations of myself as a new wife. Of what I should be. Of what marriage should be.