Thursday, December 22, 2011

Friday’s Letters (A Day Early)…18 mile run edition.

(Yes, this is my very first “Friday’s Letters” post….I thought it was the best way to tell the story of my adventure today. And yes, I know it’s a day early, but I’ just ran 18 miles….I can do what I want.)


Dear 18 mile run….you were very sneaky coming on a Thursday instead of a Saturday this week. I didn’t really appreciate that, but I’ll forgive you since we’ll be busy celebrating Jesus’ birthday this weekend. And, of course, you didn’t disappoint….you certainly were an “adventure” as Crissy likes to call you. 

Dear bread bowl from Panera….thank you for helping me carbo load properly yesterday. I enjoyed every bit of you (without an ounce of guilt!) and thought that little “pregnant with a bread bowl belly” you gave me was cute. It disappeared after about 10 miles.

Dear Mr. Garmin….you might be the most honest lil fella I’ve ever met. Come on, can’t you give a girl a break and cheat just once in a while??


Dear grey t-shirt….I’m not sure if you were soaked from sweat of the misting fog, but it’s like a cool magic trick that you became a whole new shade of grey after 12 miles.

Dear shorts…Sorry for that sneeze around mile 16. It made me tee-tee a little. (What….Like that’s never happened to you…?!?!)

Dear Georgia weather….You are SO weird. And that is an awfully bold statement coming from someone like me. Not that I mind your mid 60’s humidity 3 days before Christmas, but I must say it feels a little strange to wear shorts and a tank top in December.  I think I might have frightened some on-lookers with my

Dear torrential downpour at mile 16….although I don’t appreciate you SOAKING me, at least you made me pick up the pace for a few minutes.

Dear i-pod….Thanks for hanging on till the end. I noticed that little red bar pop up about mile 14 and got nervous you weren’t gonna make it, but I appreciate you sticking it out with me.  I really needed you today, so thanks for having my back.

Dear Body Glide….Thank you for helping me not chafe and avoid the dreaded fear of a shower burning the snot outta my under-boob chaffing. You are the best $10 I’ve ever spent. True story.

Dear feet….Yes, I too am beginning to wonder if you will ever recover from this marathon business.  7 out of 10 toenails is good, right??

Dear left hip/glute, AKA hlute…Ouchie! Why are you hurting all of the sudden? Me no like you right now.

Dear chocolate milk (have you voted for me today??  you can HERE!!), Epsom salt, & compression socks….I am so glad y’all are my BFFs and truly enhance the quality of my life post-runs. I’m thankful we’re all one big happy family.

Dear the color black….I know you are typically known for being sexy, slimming, and sophisticated. I sincerely apologize for ruining your reputation.


Dear last little hill….I will always hate you. You and I can never be friends, k?

Dear Crissy….Thanks for knowing your way around everywhere and being our fearless leader. I never know where we are or where we’re going, even though I’ve ran that route about a hundred times. Your legs are great motivation. And thanks for taking that last right to finish up with the fitness trail. I really would have been content hangin a left and callin’ her quits, but thanks for pushing me.  There isn’t anyone I’d rather run 18 miles with, and I think our bond becomes a little stronger with each adventure we share!


Dear Jay….thanks for randomly popping up on our runs. It makes me feel a lot safer to see your patrol car periodically. And thanks for taking our pictures.  We did miss you & your ‘hawk’ on the run today though.

Dear Big Jon….Thank you for being my #1 fan. For not getting mad at me when I fumble through the house at 6 am on your only day to sleep in.  For giving me ice massages and buying me running gear. For listening to my endless war stories about running. For putting that awesome marathon mix on my i-pod that I’ve listened to on repeat for about 786 times (no, I still don’t know all the words…I think I have a learning disorder when it comes to lyrics.) YOU DA MAN, Big Jon. Love you. (insert dap, pound, hug, and kiss here)

Dear Dana & Ryan….we can’t WAIT to see you all and hang out tonight. Definitely some much overdue BFF time!

Ohhh, 18 miler. You were quite annoying today.  I wanted to punch you in the face several times. But I hung in there, and I conquered you.  Kicked your a…double s…as a matter of fact. It’s runs like today that help me be one mentally tough, bad lil lady.  That’s what’s up.


Kara Tate said...

I LOVE this post and I LOVE that I can relate to just about every word of it... except for your desire to run another marathon so soon after your 1st. But then again, maybe that's where I messed up. I'll run another full one day!

Anyway, thanks for keeping your blog interesting and for keeping blog-stalkers like me coming back! ;)

Janie Peace said...

I'm sooo impressed!! I hope being around you more will cause some of that motivation to rub off on me!!!

Anonymous said...

LOVE this post. you are too funny. awesome job on your 18 miles!! enjoy your Christmas!

Maggie said...

you go girl! you are so inspiring with your running! and I must say you are so blessed to have such a great guy buy your side - that "Dear Big Jon" part made me smile :o)

Anonymous said...

Great job! This post makes me excited about one day running 18 miles... I start my marathon training this coming Monday!

Anonymous said...

Wowza, You da'bomb! Great job! :D

Corey said...

Super cute post! Love it! Grab a foam roller (or ask Santa for one). It sounds like you may be having a little IT band pain. A foam roller will do wonders. Trust a skeptic turned believer on this one. Great job on the run!

Kim Harner said...


Mama’s Minute said...

Yay! It is your very best POST! I love it! I am so proud of all that you have accomplished! Are you hiding the fact that you are Wonder Woman from us? I you save the world when no one is looking? I loved our time together! Thank you for coming even after 18 miles, and you still walked...Big Jon didn't have to carry you in! :)