It's Time

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I’m sitting at my friend Louise’s computer looking out at clouds passing slowly above New York City buildings, and I’m filled with butterflies. In 24 hours, I will be boarding the Staten Island Ferry, and three hours later, the gun will go off for my wave of the New York City Marathon to start. Four and a half hours later (fingers crossed!), after running through all five boroughs of the city, I will enter Central Park for the last stretch before crossing the finish line.

This is a big race for me, and not just because – with over 40,000 participants – it’s one of the largest sporting events in the world. It’s big for me because, even though it will be my third marathon, it is the first one I am really expecting to run. I finished the 2005 Shamrock Marathon in just over 6 hours. I started too fast and walked the whole second half. I finished the 2008 Rock ‘n’ Roll Arizona in just under 6. That time, I started slower but still walked most of the last third. Tomorrow, I will be shooting for 4:45, but I will be thrilled with anything close the 5 hour mark, and I am hoping to run the whole time.


I’m not as well trained as I would have liked to be. Two jobs, two kids, and the hottest summer on record in Virginia Beach made it sometimes difficult to get out and get a run in. But I am feeling better about my abilities this year than I was the last two times I attempted 26.2, and this time I have another reason to run – Owen and little boys like him with Duchenne.

Since I started running for Owen and raising money for Charley’s Fund this year, you all have helped me raise over $600 for DMD research, and I have each and every one of you in mind during my training. Your donations really do make a difference in the lives of boys like Owen, and they make a HUGE difference in my mindset when I’m running. When I feel like stopping or slowing down, I think about how many people have my back, and it helps me keep moving forward.

If you haven’t donated yet, please consider doing so today. This is my last big out of state run this year, and I can use all the help I can get!

Crazy Awesome

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There’s nothing normal about running for over three hours. Absolutely nothing normal at all. Only crazy people do things like this.

That’s what went through my head for most of the last hour of my 17-mile training run Sunday morning. If it hadn’t been for three things, I don’t know that I could have done it:

1) Friends. A friend of mine joined me for 10 miles, and the conversation really helped me to keep going. But once she finished her run and headed home, I headed back out for another hour on the trail, and when I felt like I couldn’t run another step, I thought about the great friends and family I have who have supported me so far in my fundraising for Charley’s Fund. Even when I was on my own on the trail, I knew I had friends who had my back. You all helped me keep going.

2) Owen. I started this whole 50 states thing because I wanted to raise money to find a cure for DMD, and I recently read that Darius Weems, an inspiring young man with the same disease as Owen, would be celebrating his 21st birthday on Monday. When I started to feel my muscles ache around mile 13, I tried to replace thoughts of stopping with thoughts of celebrating that big birthday with Owen in 16 years. The money you donate to Charley’s Fund makes it more and more likely that Owen make it to that milestone.

3) New York City. I’ve long been a fan of that city, and one of my best friends in the world lives there and will be running the NYC Marathon with me in a few short weeks. That race is, after all, the reason I was out there running 17 miles in the first place, so when I didn’t think I could go any farther, I thought about running through the streets of all five boroughs with the whole city cheering me on. I’m so excited to run one of the biggest marathons in the world, and running it for Charley’s Fund will make the experience even better.

So while it may seem like a crazy thing that I’m doing – running 13.1 or 26.2 mile races in all 50 states – in 38 days, I’ll be standing on the Verrazano Bridge with 40,000 other people who are just as crazy as me. And I think that will be pretty awesome.

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Dream Big

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What a crazy, busy, amazing month it has been! Since my last update, I have seen one project completed and begun another, plus I’ve hit double-digits in my long training runs for the NYC Marathon.

First, there was the Mud Run. 19 wonderful women started their training for the race back in June, and on August 7, we donned our red Run Like a Mother shirts and hit the sand for the 10th Annual ASYMCA Mud Run. Anyone who has run that race would agree that SAND Run would be a more apt name. For most of the 4.97 miles, we trudged through deep, soft sand and rolling dunes, but some of the course had us traversing packed, wooded trails; wading through waist-deep creeks and knee-deep trenches; and wallowing in thick, chunky mud. It may not sound like an ideal way to spend a Saturday morning for some, but for us it was the perfect way to end our 8 weeks of training.

After a quick dip in the bay, we gathered on the sand with our post-race beverages in hand and celebrated our collective accomplishment. It was a TOUGH race, but we all finished strong, and most of us crazy mommas are looking forward to doing it again next year. And the best part is that these lovely ladies helped me raise $135 for Charley’s Fund, and Team Run Like a Mother should be starting our second official training season very soon!

My next major fundraising project is a stroller-friendly 5K to benefit Charley’s Fund, which will take place in April or May of 2011 in Virginia Beach. Stay tuned here for more information as the plans come together. I’ve taken the first few steps toward getting the race going this past week, and our race committee is being formed and will have our first meeting in the next few weeks. Race directing is a HUGE job, as I’ve learned through researching what goes into a successful road race, but I am confident that I can put together a great group of people who can help me make the race a success. I can’t wait to see how much money we can raise for this worthy cause.

Finally, I hit a milestone in my NYC Marathon training yesterday. For the first time since April of 2009 (just weeks before becoming pregnant with Roan), I ran a double-digit long run! Yesterday morning I hit the trails with a couple of my Run Like a Mother teammates and ran 11 miles. I’m on track for NYC, which is just 84 days away, and I am actually kind of looking forward to next week’s 12-miler.

After my meeting this week with the local race directors who will be doing our 5K timing services, I felt both excited and overwhelmed by the task in front of me. I admit I questioned whether I could really handle all it would take to put on an event like this. But as I drove home from my 11-mile training run yesterday, I pulled up behind a car with DRM BIG on its license plate. It was one of those signs I couldn’t possibly ignore. If you dream big, you can achieve great things.

As the Charley’s Fund motto states: I believe. I can run 26.2. I can organize a 5K. I can raise $50,000 for Charley’s Fund in the next 17 years. And Charley’s Fund can help find a cure for DMD in Owen and Charley’s lifetimes. I dream big, and I believe the seemingly impossible is possible. I hope you do too.

(Photos by Raymond Gwin and Kyle Bloom)

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Still in the Race

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I'm still here, people! It's been a busy month, but I've been working hard, training hard, and even raising some money for Charley's Fund since last I posted.

First, I want to say thanks to the folks at Charley's Fund who sent me an awesome pair of yoga pants and a cute tank top to train in. They were so excited when the funds started coming in and so impressed with my fundraising and training goal that they wanted to send me a thank you gift. Thank YOU, everyone who donated!

Second, I started training a great group of ladies for the ASYMCA Mud Run 8K (August 7) and am donating $5 for each one who joined me. I had two dozen sign up (plus a few Stroller Strides instructors who also have donated), and team Run Like a Mother has raised $135 for Charley's Fund! We've got cute shirts with the Charley's Fund logo on the back as well. And we're four weeks out from our race now - so exciting!

Third, my official training for the NYC Marathon has begun, and I have run two races since my last post. The CHKD Run/Walk for the Kids was inspiring. I pushed both my boys in the stroller for all 5 miles, and I got to start the race with Team Hoyt, runners who push disabled kids in running strollers and wheelchairs while raising funds for their cause.

And this morning I ran the Metro Dash at Mount Trashmore, which was about 2.6 miles long but included over a dozen challenges (stairs, hill sprints, lunges, push-ups, tire flipping, bear crawling, and an 8-foot wall hurdle, among other crazy exercises). It was tough, for sure, but it was a lot of fun too. Next week I will begin adding miles to my weekend long runs again as I work my way up to 26.2.

I've got other fundraising events in the works over the next few months, but of course I would love it if you would make a donation to Charley's Fund to support my efforts. I'm running 50 races in 50 states - maybe you could donate 50 bucks to help find a cure for DMD?

A Very Good Day

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Yesterday was a good day. I started my National Running Day by joining other local running enthusiasts at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront to run along the boardwalk. Most of us will do anything for a t-shirt, and there were quite a few diehards out there with me at 6:30 AM to claim one of the 50 J&A Racing had to offer. I had planned to go alone and leave both the boys at home with their dad, but Roan decided he wanted to join me, I guess, because he woke up at 5:45 instead of his usual 6:30. I laced up my shoes and put him in the car, and we headed east.

On the way down to the beach, I was reminded how much I love the early morning hours. Most of the world is still sleeping (including the guy in the truck I parked next to at 1st Street), and it’s invigorating to be out of the house and communing with nature just an hour or so after the sun has risen. The wide, empty beaches, the slowly rolling, pink-tinged waves, and the cloud-filled sky made my 3 miles seem downright meditative. Roan, thumb in mouth, was out before I’d even covered a block.



When we finished our run, we gathered next to the newest addition to the Virginia Beach resort area, Grommet Island Park. The “park for everyBODY” was built so all children could enjoy it, even (and perhaps most specifically) those in wheelchairs. Complete with ramps and boardwalks and low-level activity stations and free-for-the-borrowing beach wheelchairs, the playground will be a destination for boys like Owen who have DMD, and I could not help but think about the Liddics as I pushed Roan around the playground in the stroller. I looked at my watch and realized that Owen’s mom was probably en route to the hospital, so I took a picture and sent her a message to let her know she was in my thoughts.

I finished my run at about 7:05 yesterday morning, and 12 hours later Owen’s little sister Lucy was born. We can’t wait to meet her and to congratulate Owen for becoming a big brother in person!

Pushin' It

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I haven’t been as consistent with running lately as I’d like to be (and as I know I will need to be come July when the real training for NYC begins). I could list oh so many excuses (allergies, teaching and taking Stroller Strides more often, party planning for a special little boy, hot and humid weather, cold and rainy weather, etc.), but I know I will soon need to put my weekly runs a little higher on my priority list. So yesterday I laced up my shoes and went for a run with Roan in the stroller, even though the weather was iffy and I had already taken a Stroller Strides class that morning. We headed over to Mount Trashmore to find the place almost deserted. The wind whipped around the hill, and the skies looked like they could open up any minute. I checked the weather on my phone for reassurance, and it still said only a 10% chance of rain, so I pulled out the stroller and got ready to run.

It was one of those days custom made for excuses, but I kept pushing that stroller. I didn’t have a distance in mind; I was just running. I made it around the big loop, around the hill and the lake, and saw Lei, my friend and fellow Stroller Strides instructor, near the parking lot. There was an afternoon class set to begin in another 10 minutes or so, and I told her I might join them if I made it back around in time. She replied, “We’re taking it all the way around today!”

I continued on, and I knew I had a choice. I could run the whole loop (another 2 miles) and miss the start of the class, or I could run the small loop around the hill and make it back to the parking lot in time to join them in their workout. But did I really have enough energy left for another 2 miles? PLUS the exercises and the stairs?

I leaned over and looked at Roan in the stroller to find that he STILL hadn’t fallen asleep, even though I’d been running for over 20 minutes. It was not a good sign. I decided to run the small loop and see how he did. If he fell asleep, I might have another hour of stroller time available. If he didn’t, I could use him as an excuse to not take the class, and at least I would have gotten about 3 miles in.

As I neared the parking lot 10 minutes later, Lei and two other moms were warming up. Roan was still awake - the perfect excuse - but I decided to join them anyway. I could always cut around the hill or turn back after the first set of stairs instead of going all the way around the lake again. I HAD just run 3 miles, and I DID have a frequently-fussy baby who still hadn’t fallen asleep. No one would blame me for quitting.

I entertained thoughts like that for the next 15 minutes as we took to the stairs not once, but twice. At one point I even said, “I think I overestimated how much more I have in me today.” I thought about all the excuses to stop running, about all the reasons it would be OK to just quit and call it a day, but I kept going. I kept pushing that stroller.

At one point during a difficult series of lunges, when I was at the point where I would have to commit to the long loop or turn back, Roan started fussing. He still hadn’t fallen asleep, my legs felt like they were made of lead, and I had just about decided I was going to turn back. I had my exit strategy all mapped out. But when Lei told us to grab our strollers and head to the next station, I surprised myself a little when I turned the stroller toward the lake and started running. I kept pushing that stroller.

Then a funny thing happened. Once I made that choice to keep pushing through the doubt, pushing through the soreness, pushing through the thoughts that I couldn’t do it, I started to feel stronger. I led the way to the next station without hesitation (and Roan even fell asleep on that long stretch – a nice bonus), and for the next mile and a half, I pushed even harder than I had in the first three. There was no turning back at that point – no easy exit available – and I just kept pushing that stroller, but it somehow seemed lighter.

In the end, I ran about 5 miles, in addition to the other elements of the class (and the one I had taken that morning). I had a little voice in my head telling me it would be OK to quit, that no one would blame me, but I kept pushing. I’m lucky to be able to do this, I thought. I have the physical strength to run 5 miles while pushing a stroller. My legs work, so why the hell shouldn’t I use them? There are far too many people in the world who would love to be able to walk a block. I CAN run, so I do. I will. I will keep pushing myself – and my stroller – to give hope to those who can’t.

The families of boys with DMD push through hard times every day. The researchers keep pushing limits to find new treatments and keep pushing to find a cure. As long as these people keep pushing, I will too, and I hope you’ll join me.

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Go me! (Go you!)

First, I want to say thanks to all of you who have shown me support as I have gotten 50 Races, 50 States going these past few weeks. I've got two races in two states planned this year for sure, and there's still the possibility of one or two more, and I have heard from so many people with offers for places to stay when I get to certain states in the future, which will be a great help. I've also gotten several generous donations to get my fundraising off to a great start. Your support means the world to me, and it really helps to keep me going when I'm out there racking up the miles (36 total in the 6 weeks since I got the OK to run again after Roan was born - a pretty good start!).

Second, I want to share something exciting that happened last weekend at the Jewish Family Services 5K, my second race since giving birth - I actually placed in my age group! Here's a pic of me getting my medal, which Aren wore for the rest of the day. :)


Now this is something that has never happened for me. I like to run races, so I run a lot, but I am not a really fast runner. In fact, I just started consistently running rather than run/walking races about two years ago.

When Louise and I crossed the finish line at the Live By Example 5K back in April, I felt so good and knew I could have run it even faster. I was still walk/running at that point, just a few weeks after getting the OK from my midwife to get back out there, and for my next race I had the choice between running the JFS 5K or walk/running the 8K. I decided to sign up for the 5K and give it all I had, and that's what I did. It was a little humid and pretty breezy Sunday morning, but I still finished in 30:42, 18 seconds faster than my goal time! I had hoped to keep up a 10-minute mile pace, and I did even better than that. (I think I also lucked out in that most of the faster 30-somethings ran the 8K rather than the 5K that day, but it doesn't matter to me.)

3rd place out of 17 is the best I have ever done, and I really do have you all to thank for it. It helps to have a support team behind me, and of course it's easy to run when I have a cause like Charley's Fund and a reason like Owen in mind. There were a few moments early in the race when I felt like I should stop and walk - I was once again running against the wind for half of the race - but I didn't. You were the hand at my back telling me to keep moving forward.