…and a Happy New Year. Week 11


Here's to a 2011 filled with health and happiness!


  • 8 miles

  • 1 hour 28 minutes 16 seconds

  • Tune of Choice: “Boogie On Reggae Woman” by Stevie Wonder

  • # of times Alarm DIDN’T go off: 3 (thank you, iPhone bug)

  • # of minutes I was late for training: 40

  • # of teammates who cheered me on as they finished and I was just half way through: ALL 🙂

The Run

I was late. Noooo I did not stay out late. It was a rather nice evening, actually, and an early one at that. However, there was a New Year’s iPhone bug that didn’t allow any alarms to go off. Unfortunately for me, with no guest speaker this week, I didn’t have an hour cushion. The entire team was long gone by the time I arrived.

I set off with one other teammate who’d arrived late, a guy around my age, so I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was inhaling his dust, but I was ok with that (The dude seriously ran like the wind. It was inspiring). I kept my own turtle-like pace and was indeed proud that I didn’t let my competitive nature get the best of me. In previous weeks, I have strived to improve time, which is a silly thing to do as a beginner. I need to just focus on the finish.

I won’t lie to you; this was a toughy. It became pretty clear to me early on that I am in need of a good shoe fitting. My feet numbed about 1.5 miles in (which seems to be the norm lately), and with 6.5 left to go, I could not fathom stopping. It felt like running on stumps. It wasn’t until I was about 4 miles in that I ran into the entire team on its way back with about a mile left to go for themselves. They all cheered me on, impressed that I’d proceeded to do the route on my own and not given up. Mike, my Mass Mentoring teammate, even gave me a high-five. Thanks, dude!

That inspiring support was what essentially helped me to continue, numb feet and all. As I neared the 5 mile point, I knew that I couldn’t continue without doing something about my feet. What’s remarkable is that cardiovascularly, I felt amazing. My feet, on the other hand, just would not allow me to run comfortably. It was mentally debilitating to my progress. I decided to take my socks off so I could at least minimally feel the pounding of the ground, more for peace of mind than any comfort, really.

That became clear as I incurred multiple blisters and sneaker burns, but I knew it was necessary for me to finish. And I did. And I became rather emotional to see that my coach, Rick Muhr, had stayed behind to await my finish. Even though I had not signed in, he remembered encountering me on the route and gave me some comforting advice about my obstacles. He said, “Distance running is uncomfortable enough. Why add unnecessary discomfort? Go get a fitting.”

I plan to.