Saturday was my second team training. This week we were placed in our pace groups, - as anticipated, I was at the back of the pack, - but I might add, not in the slowest pace group. From here on out I will be running four minutes, walking one minute, - unless by some miracle there is a dramatic change in my overall fitness ability. I do not anticipate there will be.
This week, participants were encouraged to invite friends and family who might
h to participate in the race, or who were just there to provide moral support. When I arrived bleary eyed at 7:00 a.m., there was my friend Lorna waiting for me. Throughout the four mile run, Lorna and I chatted about her recent marathon experience (that’s right, she’s already done a marathon, making her a real inspiration!), our jobs, and our families. She offered insights to help me conquer hills and when I need a little more than a minute of rest towards the end; she let me have it, but then started running again, and helped me push through to the end. Having her support throughout the run truly enabled me to make it through this week, so I want to offer her my tremendous thanks. wis
Her encouragement also made me think about all of the other encouragement I have received from so many other sources. At 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, I received a
t from my Dad, telling me to rise and shine for my training. During the week between practices, my amazing Partner Justin, took Oliver to the playground so that I could finish my midweek run, despite the fact that he is with Oliver all day, every day, and I know he would like that extra twenty minutes to himself. Without his support there is no way I could run this marathon. And, of course, to everyone who has donated to this extremely worthwhile charity. To all of you, and for all of you, I am grateful. tex