A Thankful Thanksgiving

Since it is a national holiday I don't think we should discuss the scale. But, my friends, it is up. I'm 5-6 lbs heavier than my best weight so far. Bummer. Oh here I am discussing it. Let's move on.

2013 has been one of the best years of my life. I have much to be thankful for. Here are the top 10, and not in order of importance, just in order of how they pop into my mind as I write. :-)

1. After a 4.5 year journey, first getting my BS in nursing, then my CCRN (critical care certification), now I am 3 weeks away from having my Masters in nursing! The emphasis in acute care nurse practitioner makes me eligible to sit for boards hopefully in February, and then look for a job as a nurse practitioner. Hopefully with a hospitalist team. Im so thankful to come to the end of the schooling journey, although I have thoroughly enjoyed it.

 

2. For triathlon! To start the year at over 270 lbs and end the year with 3 triathlons, one half-marathon and a 40 lb weight loss makes for a pretty gosh darn fantabulous year!!

3. For my sweet Tony, who has put up with our messy house for 19 years and who loves me whether I'm siting on the couch reading my iPhone or whether I'm gone to the pool. He is very supportive of my triathlon endeavors. As seen recently while I was in the spin bike:

4. My firstborn son Jimmy. Jimmy is in his senior year and he works part time at Olive Garden, and I just adore him. He's a good kid (as far as I'm aware, lol) and I am eager to see these next years as he fully matures and chooses a career. 

5. Our youngest son, Jason. Our 13 year old son has so much raw talent. He sings, he plays piano and guitar and he easily gets straight As. That is, when we can peel him away from Minecraft on the computer. 

6. Lisa Anderson, my trainer and coach. Look, I know it sounds ridiculous that I, at this obese weight, have a coach. But I do. So read on. I met Lisa at a Chattanooga Triathlon Club meeting. Well, didn't really meet her per se, but she was pointed out to me as a multiple-time ironman, and also a personal trainer. So I looked her up on Facebook and asked her if she would train me. She said yes, and so twice a week since January I've gone to her house to do all sorts of strength training. In May I asked her if she would write my workouts for swimming, biking and running. So now she's my coach too! Some weeks I'm a disobedient student/trainee, what am I? But I've learned it feels a lot better both physically and mentally to just shut up and do the workouts. I'm so thankful for Lisa and all I've learned from her and for the accountability she provides.

This is Lisa with her husband Tim (on the left) and their friend, at Beach to Battleship 140.6 last month.

7. SwimBikeMom. Last February, I had heard the terms "Clydesdale" and "athena" in the triathlon world. I googled the words and one of the hits took me to Swimbikemom's blog. I found her blog down to earth, authentic and extremely funny. So I bookmarked it and occasionally went to her site to read. At the end of February I caught some virus and was sick in bed for nearly a week. During that time, I went back to Swimbikemom's very first blog post and read every single entry until I was current. What a huge dose of inspiration. I became a loyal groupie to her, bought tech shirts and a cycling outfit that all said "swimbikemom" on them. I was thrilled to actually meet her at the women's triathlon last August in Acworth, GA. Thankyou, SBM, for inspiring me daily. Check out her blog at www.swimbikemom.com

8. Drs. Liedke, Champion, and Rigsby. Dr Liedke is the acute care professor at Southern. He is a genius and even though I think he is entirely too smart in all things cellular, I have benefitted greatly from his knowledge and can only hope to one day be as intelligent as he is. Dr. Champion took me under her wing for 200 hours this year and taught me all about Emergency medicine. I loved every moment with her and in the ER. I didn't meet Dr. Rigsby until the end of my clinical hours, which is really a shame because i certainly would have spent many more hours with him. He loves hospital medicine and was so patient and  such a great teacher. I am so thankful for such great preceptors this year.

9. April Burklow! I met April in the spring, and she has been part friend and part mentor this year. We've rode bikes together, ran together and swam together. And be aware that I am slower  than her in all three, so it was really out of the kindness of her heart that she accompanied and encouraged me all season. I appreciate you April!! Thankyou!

10. My Facebook family. The encouragement and support I've had all year from everyone in Facebook land has literally kept me going. I love keeping up with everyone on fb and yes, I'm completely addicted to it. But it's because I love you all :-)

11. Of course I am thankful to my parents who are healthy and well in Michigan. I don't see them enough. But we keep the phone company in business, since they are not online.

12. God, and His son Jesus. I'm no longer sure where I stand in relationship to my beloved Seventh-day Adventist Church. While it shaped my teen years and early adulthood, I am, perhaps, left with more questions than answers. Fortunately Jesus never endorsed a church. He endorsed following Him and being a blessing to others. I'm thankful God knows my questions and understands. God, Thankyou so much for this year of health, weight loss, triathlon, education, and my family and friends. I may be in debt up to my ears (Thankyou Sallie Mae), but I am truly the richest woman. 

4 bridges half-marathon report

This is a few weeks late because I simply forgot to write it. Writing it 3 weeks late will surely take away some of the emotions, but I do want to always remember my first half-marathon. So here is my race report.

     For 2 days prior to October 20, I began to wonder what on earth I had been thinking (or drinking!) to sign up for a 13.1 mile race. My coach Lisa reassured me I would finish, and I knew i had already trained at 11-12 miles, so logic said I was ready. And, I was a bit excited too.

Tony dropped me off at Coolidge Park at 0630, and I promptly joined one of the long lines for the port-a-potty. It was very cold. I think in the upper 30's. And of course I was wearing a skort, since I don't yet have leggings to run in. 

  

I wasn't sure where to join the line at. I simply stood off to the side about 3/4 of the way back in line. When the race started, it took what felt like forever to actually start moving forward. It was fascinating. I've never been in that big of a crowd before. What an experience. The race began in the dark, and running across the Market St. Bridge was poetic.I almost stopped to take a photo, but I didn't. Mist rising up off the river, the lights on the bridge; it was so beautiful it was magical. After crossing to the south side of the river, we circled around the Aquarium and started an out and back journey on Riverfront Dr. The turnaround was at mile 3, and honestly those 3-4 miles went by very fast, because I was busy watching all of the fast runners running back towards town. Shortly after I made the turn-around, I caught up with a lady about my size. I asked her if this was her first half marathon. She said it was her 49th. What??????? 49??? It was actually supposed to be her 50th, but the race she was supposed to do a couple weeks prior had been canceled due to the government shutdown and the race ran thru a federal park. She is a university professor in Texas and she loves to run half-marathons. Talk about inspiring!

We parted company at the bathrooms, and shortly afterwards I came upon an elderly man. He was doing a light jog/walk. Seriously. Even SLOWER than me. I asked if this was his first half, and he said "Lord willing I'm doing the full, but I'll see how I feel at the turn-off". He went on to tell me that he had raced in hundreds of half and full marathons. REALLY??? These people are crazy! 

By mile 5 I was by myself and was happy to see my friend Kristin at the aid station. She kindly took this photo:

Kristin took me to my first two Chattanooga Triathlon Club meetings last fall. She kind of spear-headed this insanity 😜. After mile 5 it was up and across the Olgiati bridge. Beautiful beautiful beautiful.

Mile 6 found us winding thru the north shore again and thru Coolidge Park, and up onto Veterans Bridge. It was on Veterans bridge that I reached my first goal. I knew I could run 7 miles, so when I saw this sign, I threw a little party!

From there I did a lot of walking. I wanted to finish the race feeling wonderful, and the previous week when I had run 12 miles I experienced quite a bit of pain in my hamstrings and calves. At the risk of sounding like a whiny butt, it was very painful!! I had never experienced pain in my muscles before, and I was a bit paranoid of it happening again, thus my reason behind walking much of the last miles. Also, I might add that miles 8-10 were the most boring miles of the entire race. Just a flat stretch out Amnicola Hwy. I spent these miles alternating walking and running, and texting. Yes. Texting. 😂

Mile 10 was the turn-off, where the half-marathon turned onto the Riverwalk to head back to the finish, and the marathoners kept going. I was completely happy and pain-free and enjoying walking/running with another lady I met who recognized my Swimbikemom visor and shirt. She reads her blog too. Small world. Somewhere around mile 11 my friend April met up with me. She wasn't in the race, she was just out running on the riverwalk and was kind enough to run me in the last two miles. Run. Ha. It was mostly walking at that point. All walking? Probably.

Before I knew it, I was back to the Walnut Street Bridge. I knew I could run the remaining bit, so I quickly texted

My coach and told her I was at the bridge. And she texted back that I needed to put the phone away and run! So I did. Across the bridge, onto The north shore, then into Coolidge Park for the finish. The first familiar faces I saw were DeAnn's boys. They were looking at me as if they were trying to decide if they knew me. I stopped and said "I'm Jimmy's mom!" and Jack said "I knew it!" and went running ahead to his mom, who was awesome to get my finishing pics. Thankyou so much DeAnn!

And so, I finished. 3:24 was chip time. And you know what? That is slower than slow! I trained a little faster than that. But so what. I finished!! A half-marathon!!! Go me!!! It was a wonderful experience and I'm already signed up for my next one. Crossing the finish line, my eyes filled with tears and I experienced the same emotions I felt at the triathlons. I have been obese and sedentary for so long, and now I'm finishing a half-marathon. Wow. I'm beyond happy. I'm thankful, grateful, exuberant. 

And this concludes my race report for

my first half-marathon. It definitely won't be my last!