Every Runner has a plan....
A route... even in the most liberating free runs... you start with a plan...
It's part of running...
You know when you lace up....
Or at least you have an idea of what direction your run might take you...
Trail...
Pavement...
Streets...
Deserted country road...
You start out with a glimpse...
but that is all...
A mere glimpse...
You never know exactly where the trail might lead you...
What whimsy you may find along the way...
A deserted old deer trail that may call your name...
Or the scent of some new bistro...
All you know is that your going out...
Your going to find some new adventure...
and your going to come home refreshed and full of a new story...
No matter what direction the trail may lead you...

And that was always enough for me...
I never thought to question it...
I never thought that it might be important to share my whimsy with someone...
Until now...

Saturday marks my first "timed" and "registered" 1/2 of the year...
But it also marks something else...

Saturday I'll be running for a girl named Sherry....
Someone I've never met...
Someone who I would probably never cross paths with...
Or who's live I would never impact...
Sadly...
I'm running for someone who has made an impact on my life....
Today...
I realized...
I can no longer just run where the trail leads...

Yes we hear the stories...
But we never think it could be us next...

Yes This Saturday, I will run for Sherry....
And For Sherry I sent my most run routes to my family..
My loved ones..
With a promise I will stay within a few blocks of them...
And Should I stray...
I will be accountable...
Because I understand...
No matter how free of a spirit I may be...
We live in a world where that freedom needs restrictions...
And support....

So this Saturday... print out the photo and run with me...
Run for Sherry...
Run for you...
Run for me...
Run for the freedom of being able to run...
With out fear...
With out the need for a plan...
With the freedom of exploring that un-conquered deer trail...
Most of all....
Run for someone who once loved to run...
And pray...
for you...
Pray for me...
Pray for Sherry...

http://www.runnersworld.com/community/forums/runner-communities/beginners/running-sherry

Didn't your mother ever tell you NOT to ask that?

It happened today...
While I was innocently grabbing my bags of healthy yummy groceries...
those 3 words every single girl battling the bulge never wants to hear...
"Are you pregnant"...

I didn't know if I should be mortified..
Cry..
Or laugh...
So I Politely responded.. nope I'm just comfortable???
In the arsenal of responses... looking back... that one is probably the lamest one you could come up with...
I'm comfortable...
OK... I WAS wearing black leggings and an oversize sweater... so MAYBE that was misleading to the UN-suspecting sales clerk...
Or Maybe I really have let myself go THAT bad...
What I do know is this:
I'm on a Journey right now...
It's a journey in the right direction...
To reclaim that cute lean body I once possessed...
The nice muscular leg's... The size 2 smile...
and the confidence that goes with it...
I know this journey is going to be a long challenging one...

But I'm ready...
I have my fitness plan...
And today I took the next step and met with a great nutritionist, who understands the plan I'm on...
And how to help me learn to take care of this body.
On Wednesday I am meeting my most amazing Doctor, for a complete work up.
And on Saturday I'll run my  first "official" timed 1/2 of the season...
Followed by a week of playing in the mountains...

I know I am strong...
I know I am stubborn enough to see this to the end...
And Mostly...
I know I am not pregnant...
So for today...
The response is... no I'm just trying out the look...
Turns out I hate it...
Now I know 100% for certain I don't want to get pregnant...

Take a photo today friends... because tomorrow... I'll be a whole new girl....

Doesn't play well with others

It came to me tonight on my drive home...
I'm alone...
I kinda like being alone...
In my ordered world of Chaos.
Don't get me wrong...
I love being with people....
I love to laugh and have fun...
I love being trusted and valued...
I'm human after all...
But I've come to notice something else...
I like my version of ordered chaos that I live in...
I'm not good at sharing that space....
I get tense...
Panic set's in...
My perfect little world that I have created...
To work in...
To thrive in...
Is no longer my own...
I guess that is what makes me a good runner... the time alone in my world...
To have peace...

Tonight...
My world has once again been disrupted...
When my precious blog..
My outlet...
Has been lost to me...
I recently changed emails..
I changed brokerages actually...
So the password to my old email has now been changed...
I'm ok with that.
I knew it was coming...
And I did my best to prepare...
I sent out yelps for help on the ever handy "google Blog spot" help forum...
To no response...
You cannot change your email...
Therfore my work..
My passion is gone...
It is mere word's that I can no longer access...

I can look at them from the outside...
Just as the rest of the world does now...
and I feel the panic setting in....