The beauty of the Internet in general and the blogging community in particular is that whatever challenge you take on, someone somewhere has done something similar to inspire you.
So, deciding in middle age to attempt a (sort of) long-distance running event, I have discovered no shortage of women who have gone before me. And further.
Joanne, Sue and Annie have all completed numerous half-marathons and even marathons at ages more advanced than I. How could I not persist in my efforts with these inspiring women in my sights?
But there’s one small problem. Each of these women and others that I know who have achieved similar feats all have one thing in common – partners/husbands who are runners. So there is someone there to say, “Honey/ Sweetheart/ Darling/ [insert favourite endearment here], let’s go for a run.” And they’ve often been there at the actual events to help push them along.
This is not the case for me. I am married to a man who thinks I walk too fast. I have three sons who would only see running as beneficial if they were being chased by a zombie horde. Even then, I suspect they would find somewhere to hide and come up with a technological solution to escape.
I do have one or two running friends who are not married to runners but they all seem to own dogs who are happy to run with them. I don’t have that either. Leonardo the Cat would view running with disdain.
So the only person who can get me out that door and onto the running track is me. The only one who can push me to that finish line on the day has to be me.
At least……………
That’s what I used to think. I have recently come to realise that I may not have a physical running partner beside me but what I do have is a large international community of friends and fellow bloggers who are running with me in my head. YOU are the ones who get me out the door. YOU are the ones who keep pushing me on when I want to give up.
Well, you and The Spreadsheet.
Speaking of which….
Yeah, it’s still all green. Boring, huh?
But there are stories behind those monotonous green boxes. Not all of them have been coloured with ease.
Like the Sunday 14km run a couple of weeks ago when I had another rowing regatta that day. I rowed my two races in the morning and then ran 14km in the afternoon. In the rain.
And the next Sunday when I got to run with the Spreadsheet Enforcer. And, despite yakking the whole way, managed to run my best time for that distance. (Hm. You see what I mean about the advantage of a running partner.)
Or the Fridays that have been added to the mix in the past few weeks. I always have rowing on Friday mornings and then I must race home, deliver kids to school and get myself to my community singing group by 9am. The 5km run always has to wait until later in the day. Not fun on a hot Summer’s day.
What else? Pardon? Oh, you noticed. Yes, there is some red text there in that green box. What does it mean? It means I ran the longest distance I have ever run in my life that day. It was a Red Letter Day. The Gauntlet Thrower ran that one with me. Only in my head. We had been discussing the run the night before so she was very much present with me. I don’t believe I would have made it without her. It was a hot day and since I’d had commitments in the morning and they were forecasting thunderstorms for the afternoon, I had no choice but to run in the middle of the day. Let’s just say running 16km in the heat is… er… challenging.
So, two-thirds of the way through training and I’m still on a solid green track. Thanks for coming with me.
*Music Track: “One” performed by John Farnham
H, you are a bloody WONDER ! I never cease to be amazed by you, my love – and probably never will. How you drive yourself like this is well beyond my comprehension; but I must assume it’s making up for something you feel you haven’t done. Which is in all probability rubbish, as you’re one of the most conscientious people I’ve ever known.
LOVE the Farnham track (of course !).
Thank you simply for being there, and around, and … for being you !
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Thank you. ❤
I knew you'd love the track. You'll also no doubt find it highly amusing to know I've gone and stuck a song in my own head. Sigh. 😀
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You wouldn’t know yourself without an earworm !
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Wow! You are the most amazing beetroot ever! I can’t imagine getting through rowing let alone running after that ….and in the rain? OMG. Do however recognize those children you have….the ones that would curl up with a technological solution rather than defy inertia……yes, have one of those here too. I’m so glad to be along on your journey, even from a distance….we may push you forward but you inspire us!
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Thanks! It’s a mutual appreciation society out here in the blogosphere, don’t you think? 🙂
These past summer holidays were so easy with three boys happy to sit in front of screens all day. Yes, I was Bad Mother. I was too tired to force them to do anything else. Part of me did miss the younger days when we’d play at the playground all morning or spend the day at the beach. We did go berry picking one day. Afternoon tea at the cafe cost me 80 bucks. Sometimes I can live with being Bad Mother.
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H I may be on the other side of the world but know I am waving my Canadian Pom Poms like a mad woman. You are totally right that it is so much easier with a partner to encourage and push and wipe the tears when things get really bad. Look how great you are doing!! A partner would just slow you down. You go girl!!
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Canadian Pom Poms? They’re made of bacon and smell of maple syrup? Cool!
I really did enjoy having an actual person running along beside me the other day. I am becoming adept at bringing along inspiring running partners like yourself in my head, but people do look at me weird if I try and have a conversation with you.
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If it helps I only had Dave with me for my long runs once a week. The rest of the training was on my own. I ran with music, spoke to any other person real or imagined I came across and had many conversations with ducks, geese and squirrels.
To keep with the theme we keep the Pom Poms in the igloo where they are guarded by the Mounties. 🙂
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Oh, I love my bouncy soundtrack. Yesterday I just zoned out into the music at times so I didn’t have to think about how much further I still had to go. I don’t have geese and squirrels but the fairy wrens and rabbits can be chatty. 🙂
Is your igloo moose-shaped?
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What a question! Of course we have a pet beaver too. 🙂
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You are doing so well H, or should I say Aitch, especially when the weather is testing you. I listen out for the Geelong weather forecasts now and think of you! You must be feeling great with all of this activity. 🙂
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And we’ve certainly had the variety of weather this summer. But I am grateful for the lack of 40+ days (so far!). Thanks, Barbara. 🙂
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Keep running. With the schedule you have – running AND rowing – I don’t know what can stop you from slowing down. Running in the rain? Impressive. Maybe the rain gives you extra energy 😀 I am sure you will finish a long-distance event soon. And will be aiming for another. And another 🙂
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I rather like running in the rain as long as it’s a light refreshing one and not like the day I came home dripping from head to toe.
The Great Ocean Road event is coming up in May. I’m tempted. 🙂
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You are more awesome than the most awesomest awesome. Go Big Red Root!
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Aw, thanks, M-J! (Just don’t call me that too loudly around here. It’s a name that can be misconstrued.) 🙂
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Big Red Root can be misconstrued? Ummm…OK. How about if I call you Blue Babe? You know, strong like Babe the Blue Ox…
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Let’s just say that the “incorrect grammar can get you into trouble” example I knew when I was growing up was the misplaced comma in “The wombat eats, roots and leaves.”
I think Blue Babe is safe. Paul Bunyan, right? I seem to recall a cartoon about them…..?
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Paul Bunyan is a very tall lumberjack in American Folklore. Babe is his ox. You can find their statutes in various locations across the US, including at the Paul Bunyan pancake house in northern Wisconsin. Pancakes…Mmmmm…
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You have all my admiration and support, if that is of any help, sorry I can’t run with you (can;t even walk properly at the moment 😦 ) but you are one determined – and fit – beetroot! Did I ever tell you how much I LOVE beetroot? Well I do. SO there.
xx
PS I prefer the Harry Nilssen version…
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Admiration and support gratefully received, thanks Jude. 🙂 I just pulled up the first four beetroots from my veggie garden the other day. I see beetroot-relish-making on the horizon.
I’ll allow you to prefer Harry Nilssen because you are not Australian. If you were, that would be tantamount to treason.
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Balsamic vinegar…
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Leonardo is a most splendid-looking cat. You made me laugh at the Canadian pom-pom comment. Care to take a shot at Virginia pom-poms? Because they’re waving too.
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Well, obviously Virginian Pom Poms are made of ham and smell of… milk?? Your state drink is milk?? Oh, Barbara…..
Hm. Can you and Sue be at the finish line on race day? I anticipate being very hungry and your pom poms could be handy.
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Milk. Codeword for bourbon.😀😀
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Ham and bourbon? I’ll take it!
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Seriously, what kind of lame state chooses “milk” as its beverage. And of course I have to learn from an Aussie that there even is such a concept in the first place. State drink. Humbug!!
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You’re not the only ones. In fact, it’s a depressingly high number of you. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_U.S._state_beverages
I’d move to Alabama if I were you.
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Oh MOSY – you are doing so amazingly well!!
In spite of having a partner who runs, I also train alone. Gilles is just too strong and quite frankly he really doesn’t understand my issues as a runner. Much like Sue said, I always run with my tunes which helps keep me going.
We may not be running beside you, but we are definitely cheering you on! Go Beet, Go!!
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Oh, Joanne, I am actually very heartened by that bit of news. Thank you. Sometimes I have doubts I’ll make it on my own. It’s good to know it’s possible. Mind you, when I am struggling, that’s when I try and write the “I did it” blog post in my head as I run and that makes me finish because I want to be able to go home and actually write it. 🙂 I do love having you all in my head, cheering me on. xxx
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hahahaha! I write blog posts in my head too when I’m doing other things. Sadly I don’t often remember them afterwards 😉
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Middle aged? Pshaw! I think you are aging backwards, just don’t go too far – I would NOT be amused!
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I think I’m just trying to force my body back to the age in my head. 😀
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I have an uphill battle with that one! So, yes, I understand.
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I’m impressed that not only have you taken up something new, but you are doing it alone. Well done and good luck!
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Thank you! And I’m only kind of alone. I know there’s lots of people cheering in the background. 🙂
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I have a look on my face right now similar to Leonardo the Cat (although I don’t look as cool): it’s not one of disdain but more of a don’t-look-at-me-I-feel-wholly-inadequate-next-to-you kind of look. I envy your energy, honestly.
Also, this puts me off: “despite yakking the whole way”. I can’t exercise and talk at the same time, which is why I don’t like cycling, running, etc with my husband, who loves to yak. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
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Well, admittedly, it’s a kind of stilted yakking. Always a convenient pause in the conversation when we hit a hill. And you get recovery time when the other person is speaking and vice versa.
To be totally honest, I don’t know how it happens. When I’m running on my own, I can’t imagine having the breath to talk to someone but when they’re actually there…. I’ll never really understand it.
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Leonardo is your feline? Looks cute 😀
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He does look cute in this photo. Not so much when he is pounding my head wanting breakfast at 5am.
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Hahahhahaha….waking up human to do his bidding. I like him already 😉
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