Hey all,
I am going to be doing a recycle run this Saturday. If you, or anyone you know, has and cans/metal they are willing to donate, please let me know.
I can come pick it up, or it can be dropped off at my house before Saturday. I will be making the run about 8 am. Though, anything left or picked up after that will be saved for the next run. These too shall continue throughout my quest. All proceeds go directly to the adoption fund.
We are moving forward with the quest and with everyone's willingness to donate for the yard sales, recycling and such, it's a steady forward movement. YOU ALL ROCK!!!!!!!!
Kayleen's Kid Quest continues.....
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Hitting a wall
When I decided I wanted to run a half marathon last year I thought (as well as a few others) I was crazy. I had never run that far in one period of time. Why on earth would I want to do this? Well, first of all, I wanted to drop a few pounds and get healthier at the same time. My minds reason was that I was in the middle of adopting a little boy and wanted to make sure I would be able to run around a play with him. (I don't want to be one of the mom's that sit on the bench while they play) I desire to soak up all the experiences I have missed in not having kids for so long.
I printed a free half marathon training guide and started the process. I followed it and started eating healthier, stopped the soda and was chugging water. I thought I was ready to go........little did I know. The day of the half marathon (Haunted Half Marathon) came and I was nervous (and cold) up in Emigration Canyon (luckily I had my BFFL- Kelly Medici with me, to calm my nerves), waiting for the start gun to go off. The only goal I had, this particular day, was to cross that finish line. I didn't care how long it took, as long as I crossed.
The headless horseman shot the gun, I started forward and got into the rhythm of running I had trained for. I took water/PowerAde at every station and gel packs when offered. I thought I was doing pretty well when I hit mile 10.........THEN........ I hit the runners "wall" at 10.5 miles. My calf started seizing up, it was so bad I literally almost tripped. I stopped to stretch it, massage it, and started running again (several times). It just kept knotting up, I had to walk for a bit, but by this time, my knees felt like ice picks were being jabbed through them. I tried running, I tried so hard, but the pain was just too much and I ended up walking most of the 2+ miles I had left, though I was running when I crossed the line. When I could have felt like I was failing, the one thing going through my mind was that I was still moving forward, still going toward the end of the goal I had started so many months before.
I FINISHED, I didn't care what the clock said, I FINISHED. It pained me to walk at all after I ended that run. (I am not sure whose idea it was to have the parking lot 2 flights of stairs up from the finish line, but it was a really bad one). It took me a week for my knees to recover.
I feel like it's race day (in regards to the adoption) again and I am at the 10.5 mile marker. I have hit the wall and I am seizing up. It's hard knowing that I have come so far and have no idea where the finish line is. The pain is there and I am doing everything I can to just keep moving forward. I may have to stop and stretch muscles, massage my mind, and know that the end is around a few bends (somewhere). The goal again, in my mind, is to just finish. I don't care how long it takes (well maybe a little), just as long as I do.
At the end of this run, is a little boy ready to call me MAMA.
Kayleen's Kid Quest continues.......
I printed a free half marathon training guide and started the process. I followed it and started eating healthier, stopped the soda and was chugging water. I thought I was ready to go........little did I know. The day of the half marathon (Haunted Half Marathon) came and I was nervous (and cold) up in Emigration Canyon (luckily I had my BFFL- Kelly Medici with me, to calm my nerves), waiting for the start gun to go off. The only goal I had, this particular day, was to cross that finish line. I didn't care how long it took, as long as I crossed.
The headless horseman shot the gun, I started forward and got into the rhythm of running I had trained for. I took water/PowerAde at every station and gel packs when offered. I thought I was doing pretty well when I hit mile 10.........THEN........ I hit the runners "wall" at 10.5 miles. My calf started seizing up, it was so bad I literally almost tripped. I stopped to stretch it, massage it, and started running again (several times). It just kept knotting up, I had to walk for a bit, but by this time, my knees felt like ice picks were being jabbed through them. I tried running, I tried so hard, but the pain was just too much and I ended up walking most of the 2+ miles I had left, though I was running when I crossed the line. When I could have felt like I was failing, the one thing going through my mind was that I was still moving forward, still going toward the end of the goal I had started so many months before.
I FINISHED, I didn't care what the clock said, I FINISHED. It pained me to walk at all after I ended that run. (I am not sure whose idea it was to have the parking lot 2 flights of stairs up from the finish line, but it was a really bad one). It took me a week for my knees to recover.
I feel like it's race day (in regards to the adoption) again and I am at the 10.5 mile marker. I have hit the wall and I am seizing up. It's hard knowing that I have come so far and have no idea where the finish line is. The pain is there and I am doing everything I can to just keep moving forward. I may have to stop and stretch muscles, massage my mind, and know that the end is around a few bends (somewhere). The goal again, in my mind, is to just finish. I don't care how long it takes (well maybe a little), just as long as I do.
At the end of this run, is a little boy ready to call me MAMA.
Kayleen's Kid Quest continues.......
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