So for some really weird reason I signed up to be an ambassador for the Let's Go 510 race in Berkeley. It's a part of the "Run The Bay Challenge". I LOVE the 408K and while at the Marin 415 I made a new "race junkie" friend!
I am a huge supporter for these events...LOVE THEM. So to be an ambassador I had to "guest blog post", heck I hardly do my own blog so doing a post on another site made me want to vomit. Here it's no biggie all my typo's but on their site, would people get my humor? Would they think I am a total idiot? Total loser? Would they figure me out that I am a lazy mom that just wants to lay around and eat chips (no I totally don't do that) but that I don't want my bum to look like I do that.
Well, here is my post. I am totally stalking the Blog for the 510 waiting for my post to appear...terrified waiting for the smart kids to start making fun of me...again!
"Little Eyes"
It’s been
an amazing journey having kids, not all is picture perfect, there are so many
things I could do better. So I say, “No judging unless you're wearing my
shoes." But my kids and husband make me want to be a better
person, a healthier person.
I try to
cook and bake from scratch, so now I get off the couch and woggle like nobody
has woggled it before. I totally rock a woggle. For the
record “woggle” is totally a word, Webster just hasn't bothered to get with the
times! Wait, you don’t know woggle? I’m sure many of you
woggle w/o knowing it! Woggle, as defined by me and only me, is to
do a walk/jog combo. Getting said bum across the finish line by any
means possible w/o doing harm to my old lady parts. So it goes on
record that I am not a good runner, parts start to hurt when I do
it. Yes, I know about proper form and cadence, and while I am not
good at sticking to it, I do try. So I go forth and WOGGLE!!!!
So now that
I woggle as much as I can, my daughter started asking me if she could start
going to the track w/me and then she wanted to join me and do some races too. At
the early age of 5, she declared that she wanted to do Wharf to Wharf with me.
This race was the first race I had ever done and it is a very special race and
she wanted to do it along side me. Later my mother decided that if her
5-year-old granddaughter could do a 10K, well, so could she! I was
beyond thrilled at this turn of events.
I never thought I could share this joy I found doing races with others. (Now there are races I go to that my
whole “mommy van o doom” is full of friends that now do races. LOVE! IT!)
All these
times I strapped them into the double stroller, it became a part of their lives
too. Something that they looked forward to, started asking to “go
rock the BOB please” so I could walk; I really think it was the great snacks I
provided, but I don’t know. Then it became “we want to watch you
cross the finish line, Momma!” My son would start yelling “I NEED TO TRAIN
TOO!” and run laps through the house. Then, at the track,
they started doing laps rather than just sit in the stroller!
One event
that I hope I never forget, it still brings tears to my eyes
today: I was training for my first Half Marathon. Getting
up super early on Saturday mornings to do the long runs (HA woggle) on the
treadmill. My first long run ever-10 miles. Well, at mile 8, I started to
crash and crash hard (is there any other type of crashing). There were my kids
and husband cheering me on, “GO MOMMA GO MOMMA GO MOMMA” and they kept it up
for 2 long miles, bringing me cups of water and giving me huge smiles along
w/throwing the “I love you” sign to keep me going. Those little
faces and that cheering is what made me realize that I have little eyes watching
what I am doing, and what I do is important."
