But it’s only partially my fault. For several weeks there, I was sans computer. My computer broke. Literally. And at the most inopportune moment, as well!
Here’s what’s happened since I last posted: I ran 17 miles. Then I was completely miserable, in exquisite pain, barely able to move my legs, for two weeks. Then I got a massage. And I got better. And I ran 2 miles. And I ran 5 miles. And I ran 2 miles. And I ran 10 miles. And I ran 2 miles. And it rained. A lot. And then, last Sunday, I hit a milestone: I ran 20 miles. I was hanging in there until I got to the last 3 miles. And then it felt like someone was shoving molten steel skewers into my arches. And I had to pause, and deluge my innards with electrolytes, and continue more slowly. But I finished, and in under 5 hours. Which, while not quite bringing me to the 6-hour marathon time I was hoping for, puts me not too far behind (hopefully). I have some new shoes now, and that will hopefully help.
Fact is, since I started my new job (about a month ago), I’ve found it very difficult to find the time to run. Between work and school, I’m barely getting enough time to sleep, let alone finding a couple hours to dress, head out to the track, run, come back, shower. But today I discovered these:
This is episode 1 of the BBC documentary about what inspired me to do this thing in the first place. As I said to my buds on EddieIzzard.com:
Last weekend I ran 20 miles in preparation for the LA Marathon. Some of the magic and inspiration had somehow gotten lost. I remembered watching Eddie’s video diaries, following his tweets, being aware of what he went through, at least peripherally. And while that was what kept me going for most of this training, I somehow … lost something a couple weeks back. Started doing things by rote.
But now there’s this. Here’s Eddie switching shoes because of blisters and toenails that are likely to fall off. I did that just last week. Here he was dealing with IT band issues, which have been plaguing me for weeks – I’ve been barely able to roll out of bed. I’ve been popping Advil tablets like they’re candy. Suddenly what Eddie did became more real than it ever had before. I’ve LITERALLY felt his pain. I now know what it’s like to hit mile 13 and know you’ve still got as many to go. I know what it’s like to head out for a run only to have the skies open and pour down on you. I know what it’s like when you can barely walk because your IT bands are so sensitive your knee/hip feels like it’s on fire and has pins shoved in, and the only thing (other than massage) that seems to help is, ironically, running.
I would never have begun this journey if it wasn’t for Eddie, and his Marathon of Marathons last summer. And though at times it’s really sucked – especially of late, when I lost touch with why I’m doing this – I now remember, vividly, why I’m doing it. And I’m going to keep doing it, and keep raising money for Pancreatic Cancer Research. I’m going to do what it takes. Including asking for money, which I’m supremely uncomfortable with.
So, dearest Blatheren, if you’ve beared with me this far, and if you’ve been even slightly inspired by my journey as I’ve been inspired by Eddie’s, kindly visit my blog below. Please follow the links and help me reach my fund-raising goal, so that I can actually run at the LA Marathon. I know times are tough, but even a fiver helps.
I’ll leave it at that. Thank you, Eddie. You ROCK. Love and Hugs from LA.
So please, if you’re reading this, please click on the links below to donate. I will not be allowed to participate in the Marathon (at least officially) if I do not reach my goal, and Pancreatic Cancer Research will lose out on some much, much needed support.
Thank you for reading, dear friends. I promise to keep you updated more frequently until M-day: March 21st. And thank you for your support.






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