Three Years Ago

Three years ago today I started this blog. It's weird to think about how different everything was three years ago. I've blogged off and on for three years. I've documented my life for three years, and it's a pretty cool thing.

So in honor of my blogging anniversary, I have an announcement.

On March 3, 2013, I will be running the Little Rock Half Marathon. This is my second half marathon. I ran St. Jude's about a month ago.

I took a month off from running after St. Jude. I ran maybe three times just to see if I still could. Why do I keep thinking I'll forget how to run 5 miles?

I haven't gotten into a solid running routine, but I have been running. Last weekend's long run was warm and rainy.

It was my first run in the rain. I loved it so much the next time a storm's brewing and it's warm outside I will be putting on my running shoes.

I'm going for a little 3 mile run this afternoon, and then tomorrow I'm going for 8 miles. Long runs are my favorite. Something about falling into a rhythm and relaxing. Not all of them are rhythmic and relaxing. Some of them suck. But at least I'm out there putting one foot in front of the other.

 I hate to make this short and sweet, but I have a date with a four-year-old bald baby girl that I haven't seen in a week. Sweet Asher got her cast off a few days ago, and I have to tell her not to walk around. It's gonna be a fun day.

Happy Friday!!

I Run Half Marathons

One month and 16 days ago, I ran my first half marathon. It was a joyous day. The thing about December in Arkansas is the weather is unpredictable. I had no idea if I would be running in the coldest of colds or a heat wave. But at the end of the day, I wouldn't have cared what weather I faced.

I ran 13.1 miles. Or I should say 13.32 miles.

And I ran it in 2:45:37.

Not a world record, but it's a PR for this girl.

The two major things stood out from that day. Two things I will hold near to my heart forever.

1. I ran 13.1 miles representing The Brooklyn Project and Asher Brooklyn Ray.

2. I ran 12.5 miles with my mom, my favorite person on the planet.

I am so grateful for this experience. Running 13.1 miles for bald babies who need love and support is an awesome thing. Running 13.1 miles for a bald baby girl I love to death makes it even sweeter. And sharing the whole run with my mom was the icing on the cake.

But this is what I know.

• Nothing is quite as exhilarating as standing at the starting line of a major race. 
• Running through St. Jude's campus at Mile 4 bring emotions so intense that it brought tears to my eyes. I had to fight back the ugly cry. Towards the end of mile 4 coming out of St. Jude's campus, I thought I was in the clear. But a certain lady caught my eye across the road. We locked eyes. And she mouthed the most sincere thank you, thank you so much. Her eyes broke contact with mine and drifted down the little girl with a pink scarf on her head. I lost it. I was running a half marathon, but that lady reminded me why I was running a half marathon. 
• Miles 8 through 10 were tough physically and mentally. You just keep running out and feel like you'll never turn around. Something about turning around is a mental checkpoint for my brain. I need a turnaround. 
• Break off from my mom and Lisa at mile 12.5 was tough. I wished we could have finished together. And we will very soon.
• The last half mile I ran by myself I felt like I was flying. Alone in my thoughts. Feet hitting the pavement. Passing other runners. Bringing it in. Feet crunching over gravel the last hundred feet. Seeing the finish line. Total sensory overload. 
• Nothing is quite as satisfying as crossing the finish line of a major race. 

I hope each of you find something you are passionate about and hold on to it for dear life. Take time to find it. It's worth it. I promise.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Well it's four days into the new year, and I haven't posted in forever. But that's ok. Just means I have lots of stories to tell you now that I'm back.

I've been wanting to tell the St. Jude's half marathon story for weeks now, but my spare time has been sparse. I do solemnly swear to tell the St. Jude's half marathon story. But for now I give you some teasers.

 Just so you know I finished. Because I did. And it was awesome.

And for Christmas I got this.

One of the few things I have with the coveted 13.1 on it. I need to tell you that the race expo had no small 13.1 stickers. So no new car bling. Zip. Nada. Nan.

Needless to say, I was completely appalled by the lack of stickers. I mean I did run 13.1 miles. And my car has nothing to show for it.

I also need to mention the fact that I wore my medal for an entire day. Yep.

And just for good measure, I should also bring up the fact the Mayans were complete wrong in their end of the world prediction. 2013 is here and going full force. And I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth.

It's crazy to me how time just zooms by. I wake up, eat, work, eat again, socialize, eat again, run, shower, sleep, repeat. My new job has taken over my life. And for a 20 hour part-time job, I'm not sure how it's become such a dominate force.

Aside from things being crazy with the new job and lots of traveling back and forth from the Big City to the homeland, everything is strangely normal.

I rang in 2013 with my two favorite people (the roommate and Chelsey if you're curious). One of which was the birthday girl (a.k.a the roommate) on NYE.

I think the roommate had a pretty good birthday...I mean she looks fabulous. 25 and fabulous.

I'm looking forward to 2013.

While 2012 wasn't a complete bust, it wasn't the best of years either. I mean I broke up with someone. Was jobless for three months. My three-year-old cousin was diagnosed with cancer and had major bone replacement surgery. Stress everywhere.

But the upside is that I broke up with someone that wasn't right for me. Was jobless for three months while I helped take care of the cancerous three-year-old who had major bone replacement surgery. I got a new job that I like a whole lot. I became friends with someone I never thought I would become friends with, and I've realized it was a God-given friendship. I trained for and ran my first half marathon. And I rang in the new year with two of my favorite people on earth.

So 2012 is what I would call a growing year. I feel like a completely different person, and by that I mean a better person. I learned a lot about myself and what I don't want for this one life I get. So that just means the possibilities for what I do want in my life will be easier to find. And that means I must be doing something right. Right?

I hope everyone has a fantastic start to this new year. And I hope you know this means a fantastic start (or I should say restart) to blogging. I'm back!!!!