Running.
I ran my first official half-marathon on September 18. I went into it not even knowing if I would be able to finish (due to persistent knee pain), and somehow during this "practice" race I managed to hit the goal I had set for the end of November. I was choking back tears sporadically throughout the run, feeling so grateful to be running at all; so grateful for Darrick, who I got to see every few miles, cheering me on. My smile was so big when I finished, I thought I might pull a cheek muscle! I found out I finished 9th out of 625 women (what?!?) and that I had finished 1st in my age group (what?!?). But the biggest shock and best feeling was when we made our way to the results tent, I typed in my bib number, and there it displayed my average pace: 7'31" per mile. Then there were tears. I felt like God had completely answered every breathless prayer I uttered during the race, "Lord, give me wings like eagles, let me run and not grow tired." He did, and I did. And not only did he give me wings, he gave me angels. The first came in the form of my CrossFit coach/doctor (Dr. Tri) who claimed he could fix my knee. Well, he did! Thank you, angel number one. The second angel came in the form of an older man with a bit of a pot-belly… and also wearing a skirt. He was my pacing angel at the You Go Girl! race (skirts provided to all pacers by the sponsor). I was the only girl who ran next to him for the entire race, and he coached me through the whole thing; up hills ("Short strides. Lean into it. Power through."); along long, flat stretches ("We're cruising here for awhile. Relax. Find your breath."); and into the finish ("When you get to the top of that hill, you don't need to have anything left — See that girl? Catch her.") Thank you, angel number two. And thank you, Lord, for caring about something so small in the grand scheme of things, but so big to me.
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| The You Go Girl! half-marathon. Some girl in a cute outfit (she was running the 10k, so not my competition!); Bob, my pacing angel; and me! |
Kipping.
Yes, I meant to write "kipping" which is my latest goal achieved and a huge confidence-builder! So, as you may or may not know, I started doing CrossFit about 6 or 7 weeks ago, and I LOVE it! Both Darrick and I are convinced that it had a lot to do with my race performance, by building both physical and mental strength (but probably mostly mental!) We've been discovering that our bodies are capable of much more than what we allow them to do. Think about the feats of strength people perform in "fight or flight" situations. When that adrenaline kicks in, you find out that your muscles really are up to the task! Darrick is on Day 7 of "30 Days of Fran" (CrossFit names many of their workouts after women: see Fran being done in the video below.) He's doing this workout everyday for 30 days, and already it's incredible to see how his time has dramatically improved. It's certainly not strength alone (after a mere 7 days), and maybe some of it is muscle memory (though I'm not sure how long it takes until muscle memory really takes effect), so that means that it's pretty much all in his head! His brain is tapping into strength that he had, but hadn't been using. Awesome! The lesson is, we are capable of far, far more than we realize. For example, I haven't been able to do a pullup since the second grade (and I'm just assuming I could do one then, because I don't actually have any memory of that). When I first started CrossFit, I heard about "kipping" pullups, which basically allows you to use all the muscles in your body (and momentum, if you're good at it) to get your chin over the bar. I thought it would be forever before I could do one of these, but while messing around at the box (CrossFit speak for gym) on Thursday morning after the workout, I did my first kipping pullup! I couldn't wait to get to Darrick's gym that night to show him, and I did five in a row! Giddy me!! I couldn't believe it. Below is a video of rockstar Miranda Oldroyd doing Fran, which is a 21/15/9 workout: 21 thrusters, 21 pullups; 15 thrusters, 15 pullups; 9 thrusters, 9 pullups — all as fast as you can. From what I understand, a sub 10-minute Fran time is a great goal for someone who's a consistent CrossFitter. Sub 5-minutes is freaking amazing. She does it in 3'19". Holy canoli. Anywho, in her first set of pullups, she is doing butterfly kipping, which is one type of (really intense) kipping. Then as she gets fatigued on her set of 15, she switches to "regular" kipping. I seriously can't wait to practice more! Oh, and she does puke at the end, but they warn you, so turn it off if you need to! :)
Everything in between.
As I'm training the Seattle half-marathon (Thanksgiving weekend), I am so thankful for these successes that keep me going. Whenever I mention this particular race to anyone, their eyes get real big and they say "man, that's a really hard course" (italics meant to represent the serious tone in their voice). Awesome. Now whenever I think about it, my legs gets weak and I have mini panic attacks. Angel Dr. Tri gave me a pretty intense training schedule, with workouts that have a way of simultaneously making me feel like a champion and like a failure, which I'm sure is the idea because it keeps me working hard. But in spite of (or maybe because of) this roller-coaster of emotion, I am increasingly happy to be healthy, to have the use of my whole body and be capable of using it well, to learn more everyday about this incredible human body that God created and all the things it can do. What a gift!
I wish the same for everyone — that we would all find joy in our bodies. Obviously, with Darrick's career change, helping other people get there is his daily focus. I have a feeling God won't let this passion in me go to waste either. ;)
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