Getting weird in Austin

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“Life’s heaviest burden is to have nothing to carry.  The impact of any person is determined by the cause for which he lives and the price he is willing to pay.  What you set your heart on will determine how you spend your life. “

-John Mason, author of Believe You Can; The Power of a Positive Attitude

After learning this evening that my race packet had been mailed to me on Monday, yet has not found its way into my mailbox, and that it in fact has been “returned to sender” due to the claim that the address is “undeliverable”, I am enjoying a rare glass of red wine and trying not to mope about having to walk instead of run on Sunday thanks to a mysterious ankle ailment.

Tomorrow I’m heading to Austin for the Austin 10/20 run, through which I have been raising money for Without Regrets Foundation.    I will be meeting up with the rest of the participants in the Running Without Regrets program for a celebratory carb-loading pasta dinner tomorrow night and then lacing up my running…er…walking shoes Sunday morning.  Should be another beautiful Texas 80-something day!

Here is some more entertainment I found while enjoying that glass of wine.  The first one is inspiring (to me, anyway) and the others are just funny.

This gives a great overall feeling of what it is like to run a marathon:

A big OOOOPS….

Maybe the Japanese express it better….

Why didn’t anyone tell me this is how you are supposed to run the hurdles when I ran track?!?!!??  I might have actually PLACED if I had known!!!!!

I hope I wasn’t THAT GUY…

Did that just happen??…

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About virginmarathoner

I'm 32, about to be 33, and realizing that I only have one life to live. This gradual but recent epiphany has inspired me make choices to face the things that I thought I could never do, but secretly desired to accomplish. The first of these was to train for my first half marathon, terrified that I would never be able to run past 7 miles (my longest run prior to beginning training). The first day I ran 8 miles, I cried the entire last mile...with a smile on my face. I'm sure it was a curious sight for any one of the hundreds of soccer moms and little toddlers crowding and blocking my path that morning at the park. Each time I ran a new distance, I felt empowered and proud of my determination and dedication. The day of the half marathon I knew I was addicted. Running gave me clarity, discipline and a renewed passion for living. Now I am about to embark on a new adventure, running my first marathon, and hope that others will be able to relate to my adventures, struggles and mishaps along the way. Afterall, we've only got one life to live, so we better get on it.

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