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Can I Get a High Five?


Can I get a high five?? (Or eat my camera? Same thing.)

It’s barely 10am, I had nowhere to be that required me to be up early, but I’ve already run 6 miles (I tweeted that I ran 5, but I realized that I messed up my Garmin again, so it’s 6!) and lifted. Yesterday, I was just not feeling running alone today, so I tweeted to see if anyone wanted to run today, and my girl Ashley said she did. She ran over here and met me at 6:45am, and we ran to the river.


We split after a little after a mile, and I continued running downtown. I got to 2.5, and I just couldn’t stomach turning around and running the same 2.5 miles again, so I just kept running down until I got to my old ‘hood and went to the Equinox down there to lift before hopping on the subway. I’m getting a little sick of running the same route over and over again–I really need to start mixing things up.


I had a serious craving for a spinach feta wrap, so I stopped at Starbucks on my way home for a wrap and iced coffee. And yes, with one fell swoop of a Sharpie, I became a dude. (That cup says Theadore. Serious fail.)


Speaking of dudes, this little one was still sleeping when I got home. He’s not training for a marathon.

But I am! I know it’s super-early in the training season, but this was a workout that made me feel really strong and excited for the marathon. If I keep strong and injury-free like this, I think 4:30 is possible.

Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You

[That’s actually an Eleanor Roosevelt quote–did you know that? I did not.]

I got the questions today for the panel I’m speaking on, and my heart has been pounding all day. Once I figure out how I’m answering them and what I’m wearing, I’ll feel much better about this whole situation. Agreeing to this? Scared me. (In a good way.)

Biking last night? Scared me. (In a good way?)

The tri plan that I’m very loosely following so far had me swimming for 20 minutes and running for 25.

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I was TERRIFIED of the swimming part.

Afraid there was some secret society of swimmers that had crazy rules I didn’t know.

Afraid I’d take the wrong turn from the locker room to the pool and walk in somewhere looking really dumb.

Afraid I’d slip on the pool deck and fall spectacularly.

Afraid I’d hit someone in the head (oops, that did happen 🙁 ) or kick someone swimming–or be kicked or hit in the head.

Afraid I’d put my swim cap on wrong.

Afraid I’d put my goggles on wrong.

Strangely enough, I wasn’t much concerned about the actual swimming part. I thought that my endurance from running a marathon meant that I had tons of endurance for every other sport. Strangely enough, the actual swimming part was more to worry about than everything else I freaked out about. (Although I did slip on the pool deck and stub my toe on a railing–but at least the railing broke my fall.)

I also wasn’t concerned (for more than the first 15 seconds after I pulled it on) about wearing a bathing suit in front of others. That alone is a pretty kickass feeling.

It’s certainly humbling to try something “new.” I did half a season of swim team in high school before getting injured and bailing, but swimming as an adult is definitely relatively new to me and definitely outside my comfort zone. I told the two ladies that I shared a lane with that I was new to this whole “swimming laps” thing. They were didn’t have to, and I’m pretty sure they were lying, but they told me I looked fast. Well, alright. I ended up swimming for about a half hour or so, and I was really proud of myself afterwards for facing my fear.

While being afraid of looking dumb at the gym is a pretty superficial fear, getting over these smaller fears (and getting over big, but still relatively superficial fears, like running a marathon) has helped me a lot with fear outside of physical pursuits. I know that usually there’s an amazing feeling associated with getting past something I’m afraid of–whether it’s that I’ve accomplished something great or just that what I was afraid of is finally in the past and I don’t have to worry any more.

I think by the end of Saturday, I’ll have filled my quota of one-thing-every-day-that-scares-you for the next month or so.

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When you’re doing a lot of stuff that scares you, sometimes you need stuff that comforts you, right?

By the way, while I was writing this post, I saw Heather tweet about [another] Heather’s post about fear. It’s a good read (per usual.)

I may have gotten over a lot of fears, but I’ll always be afraid of bugs and flying on planes.