I am a runner. For life. At least for the rest of mine.

No, I’m not that kind of runner. I’m not fast, I can’t run all day. I run like a turtle and take frequent walk breaks. One of my running partners calls it ‘interval training’. I like that, I’m an ‘interval’ runner

If a hill is coming, I have a goal – reach the top by any means possible. I do start running up said hill, but usually end up crawling walking to the top. The goal is still lame met.

I run and I breathe. I think real runners just breathe once, they certainly never pant like a dog me. I can’t breathe for most of my run, so I stop running frequently. When I can breathe again, I run again.

That is my running rule. Run till you can’t breathe or your leg falls off. Then walk. Don’t stop, keep going. Run when the breathing returns. Repeat. If my leg ever really falls off it’s come close, I’ll do my best to stick it back on and end my run early while I gimp back to the car. I promise.

I can’t talk and run very well. That is hard! It gets me to the no breathing very quickly! Real runners carry on conversations, even on the hills. But I will work on that skill more now that I have running partners.

I will be a runner for the rest of my life because I highly value the ability to walk. I’ve lost that ability before, just temporarily. It was long enough to learn to appreciate the simple gift of walking. I will never again take that for granted. I will loose that gift if I stop running because of a I am so hip issue. If I do not run, there is pain. If I continue with the not running, the pain becomes excruciating and wins. It becomes so intense that walking is no longer possible. If I run there is no pain. The math here is simple: run = no pain. No run= pain = loss of walking. I know it sounds wrong and odd but I’ve tested the theory and it’s true. At least for me and my body, it is a truth. So I will run for the rest of my days to hold onto the simple joy of walking for as long as I can.

I am a runner. Just not the real thing that kind.


Crikey! It’s Cold!

Oh my! It’s a chilly Pacific Northwest day, week, maybe month even! My thermometer is reading 22 degrees. The official temperature from states it’s 19 degrees! Whu? This is not the norm. That would be 46. The record low was 21 in 1972. It would seem we are in the 30 year-ish loop. But this is cold!

Now I am not a complainer, not usually allthetimeboutsumptin but I can’t feel my legs- just yet. I’ve been in the house for 30 minutes now and I still can’t feel my legs. Wait I should clarify: I can reach down and ‘feel’ my legs, and I can move them but they don’t ‘feel’ like they are on. It’s like there is nothing from the waist down. The skin covering my legs *underlayersofskivviesandpants* is cold. Cold to the touch, cold to the ‘feel’ and sorta has that ‘itssocolditburns’ sensation. But that means they are warming back up right?

How did this happen? I mean I am not a healthy type go out and run *foreveralldayworkupasweat* type. My morning exercise consists of a 20 minute ‘workout’. During that 20 minutes, I only JOG, not run, about 5 of them. The rest of the time I am walking-briskly-but walking. I wear my layers. Many of them because I knew it was cold out. How did the freeze happen? I warmed up appropriately. Even and did a cool down to properly care for my buff muscles. But I kept that short as to get back into my car with the heater that emits tropical breezes a steady stream of warm air.

Oh my legs. They are cold. They are frozen, just a tad. I must layer better.

I Did It!

Thank you Let’s Move Together and Arthritis Foundation! You were the perfect starting point for me and now I have the fever to do more!

Saturday was a nice, sunny/overcast day for the walk. We got there early, a bit too early. Lots of waiting till things got underway. The kids were bored great. Even though they had to wait lots, tons, one and half hours till I left, they did great! The walk was at Silverdale Waterfront Park and there are lots of toys to play while waiting so they did have fun regardless of their whines. Daddy was kind enough to take them for ice cream while I was off on my walk, so it was ‘worth it’ to them.

When I read the itinerary, it said walk start time was at 11:00 a.m. At 9:45 they began the Tai Chi warm up which was not really a warm up at all. This was followed by dancing the Macarena, (It was fun if you let it be). When the song ended folks started milling about and nothing much was happening. So I headed back to the playground to hang with my family and then all of the sudden the millers grouped and started off. I was like ‘Oh is it time to go???’. It was, I missed the announcement. Well I had been planning on using the loo just prior to departure, this is a must for me, I have given birth and potty stops are very important to me now. So I was surprised that I had not planned this well. I dashed off to the loo and then dashed back to the start line which is now empty of all walkers. I was officially the last one out. But it was a necessary thing. I didn’t let it get me down, my goal wasn’t to finish first, but finish, in under an hour. This was not a race.

Kajika, my sweet and lovely dog, was my partner on this walk and even though she is very friendly to humans she has new dog issues. She does alright around other dogs, but is not so happy when they try to get really friendly in dog fashion. So starting at the back of the pack, (pun intended), was excellent for her to. All the other dogs were ahead of us and she got to have her space. Kajika was so good! Listening to all my commands and learning a new one along the way. There were sidewalks for part of the walk so to pass a group we needed to pass in the street. I had to give her a new command to understand my intent. I would call out to the group “May I pass on your left?’, (To which every group thankfully said Yes and I am sooo glad because I had no idea what to do if they said no!), followed by a quick “Hop Down Kajika”. Once we were safely past the group I gave “Hop Up” and she understood we could regain the sidewalk. Kajika caught on right quick to each new command! Proud momma I am!

Anyway, I digress…We left the Start Line at 10:09 a.m. and I was using a brisk pace, probably not all that brisk for people in real shape, but brisk for me. It was quicker than bus stop pace, (see Day Two). My goal was to pick a pace that I could do the entire way with no slowing down. I pretty much got it right. We reached the half way mark at 10:33 a.m. and had passed quite a bit of the crowd. I wasn’t sure how many we had passed, I wasn’t really paying attention. I just wanted to keep my pace and finish. The half way mark was a just a simple turn around and go back the way you came. They had a case of water should you need a bottle but I was good, I still had my Sigg on me, which to my chagrin I had not drank enough of prior or during the walk as I learned later. We began our journey back at the same pace. Shortly into our return not only was I starting to slow down a bit, but Kajika really started to slow down. She is five years old which makes her about my age so I was like come on girl, come on! She caught back up then I was having a hard time maintaining the pace. A side ache that was small at the one mile mark was now beginning to become noticeable and that wasn’t helping my pace goal. I had to slow down just a bit, about 10 min, drink some water, breathe a bit deeper, but not stop. We were not passing anyone much anymore. At one point I got a pick me up: my Honey and children drove by yelling shouts of “Go Mommy!” and waves! It was really awesome! I got my pace back up! When we got about 3/4 of the way there we passed a few more groups and made it to the finish at 10:53! I was breathing nice and quick, but not hard, had a bit of a sweat and kept up my pace well enough that I was happy with it. My goals had been met!

They handed us tulips for Mother’s Day and High Fives for finishing. I found my family and Grant asks me if I came in first. I was like no way, lots of others were in front of me. He then informed that I actually came back towards the front. Really? How many did I pass? I still have no idea but it’s possible I suppose. I was so happy to have finished and was supported by my family-thanks guys!

My next walk will be May 30 for the Kitsap Humane Society Pets Walk. Now that I have one under my belt, and I know more- I want to do more! I want to go there! I am also toying with the idea of a 10 mile ride for LiveStrong in June…

Tomorrow is my first walk!

Oh! Or should I say ugh! Tomorrow is my first walk for charity/hip exercise! I am really excited about it, but haven’t done any ‘training’ this week at all! Zero. Zip. Nada. Nuthin! So that begs the question-am I ready?

Well thankfully I picked a short start-only 3 miles- so I should be able to manage it. This begs a bigger question- are there any hills like mine? or worse long, gradual ones like Lindvog Road? Those are the ones that kill me! Short and steep got it no worries. Mile(s) of gradual incline and my calves threaten to jump off my legs, stick out their tongues and say ‘how you liking that! you think you can do this to us?’. Yeah, scarry my calves have tongues and talk are that out of shape. I’ll be sure to participate in our Tai Chi warm up before hand and hope, pray, beg for no long, gradual hills.

Mostly I am so excited! I can hardly wait. I should be able to knock this one out in under an hour. That is my goal. If it takes me longer-yikes I am lame going to have to work harder for the next one coming up in July.

Wish me luck, and I’ll hopefully have some time on Sunday to blog about how the day went.

Tomorrows walk is for the Arthritis Foundation, you can see their website at:

Day Two

Ok so I didn’t quite get around to blogging my first day of training but it’s day two and I’ll blog ’em both now. S’all good.

Yesterday we, (children and I) walked to and from the bus stop. Doesn’t sound like much eh? Well our bus stop happens to be a 20 min walk from our house. I also walked back one more time then they so that adds up to 60 min of walking! I must also add a note that the first 10-15 minutes of our walk is up a S-T-E-E-P hill. Anyone who has been to our house knows it is really, truly steep. Like the kind where UPS and FedEx say uh-uh we won’t deliver to your house in freezing weather. Why? Because they can’t get their any size truck/van/hemi out-no way, no how. Even the tow truck driver said “I’m not coming down there.” this past winter.

So 60 min of walking for day one sounds purdy dang good to me.

Day two same distance only this amount of time to do it took longer. Why? Because I had multiple children of multiple ages taggin along. And I was pushing a very small, short bike along one direction too. But s’all good. I did the same distance and same hill and even with the added rain, it wasn’t so bad.

My thighs are a bit sore. Perhaps I should stretch…that is and always has been my down fall. Not a regular stretcher-bad news I know. But my hip, she is doing beautiful! No complaints! Ok maybe just one little one today, just a minor intake of breath as a sharp pang of dagger shot through. But it was brief and easily walked right off.

So day two is going, going, gone. I’m done. I’m tired. Funny, I shouldn’t be but after watching four children, I am. Only one regret: forgot again today to weigh myself. Just as a side note-I hope to loose a bit of weight. Only 10-15 lbs but don’t they say the last 10 are the hardest?


Well, it’s time. Time get off me booty and work that hip! Surgery has been – oh my – 4 months ago! I am lazy. Really, I am! L to the AZY! I need to be walking every day, but I am not.

Sure I walk around the house, store, school and what not. Yes I’ve done a couple half hour walks here and there and a 2.2k hike but that is not regular. I need to be regular (in more ways than one and look walking is even good for that!), a regular walker. I will start there. A runner I am not. My beautiful, talented and inspiring friend, Jenny, is a runner. Not just any runner-a marathoner, mini-tri, full-tri and soon Marathon Man runner! She has great stories of her journey at The best part is her inspirations! A runner I am not, but I can be a walker!

So I have decided that if I sign up for some walk-a-thons, then I must train. Voila. If I pay money, then I will follow through. It’s a win-win. My monies will support various charities and my hip will heal and strengthen! Total win-win! BONUS: I will (hopefully) loose a bit of weight while I’m at it. Unlike Jenny, I do not plan on eating a row of Oreos or cake, that is not my thing. I will only be walking so if I need carb loading or post-walk sustenance I will go for something like…oh…I dunno…a bag of Robins Eggs but due to their seasonality, perchance a quarter pan of brownies. That should get me through.

So I am going to be a walker. I do have a long term goal of being a cyclist again. (Note to all, I usually say biker. That does not mean you’ll see me on a Harley, I just say biker more than cyclist. Now you know). There was a time I did not own a car, only my beautiful mountain bike w/ dual mountain/road tread on the tires so I could use it in city or dale. I love that bike! She is my favorite. But alas she is very heavy, (and gone now), so my long term goal is to get moving on my peds, then use my light weight road bike then buy a new beauty for the mountains!!! Oh I am drooling already! I love to bike, love, love, love it! But back to reality, even though I have the go ahead to begin biking now post surgery, I feel wimpy and need to get up to speed.

Back to the walking, that is after all what this post is all about. I will be doing my first walk on May 9 in Silverdale. It’s a mini-walk. Only 3 miles total. But that is a great jumping off point don’t ya think? (that is rhetorical, no need to answer. No need to rub in my whimpy-ness). Thus will begin my walking athletics. I’m very excited and I can hardly wait! Mayhap one day I’ll join the Breast Cancer 3-Day, but that is not necessarily the plan. Could be…one day…could be…

Next step, (hee, hee, I crack even myself up-I know, I know!): new shoes. I bought a pair of running shoes that I have been using for a year now. They are hurting my feet cos they are ‘done’. I’m going to Oregon this weekend and that is on the list. Then next week my ‘training’ commences. Wish me luck, but mostly pray that I stick with it.