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Where I ought to be.

It always amazes me the connections that Bootcamp has with so many other things in my life, like how some random preacher kid last night made me realize what I was leaving OUT of Bootcamp and why it was so hard on me, well played Cody Harris well played. I know now what I left out all these months, or left at home, or left somewhere else. I do have to remember that God needs to be everywhere not just in church. Prior to hearing the powerful message at church last night I was at Bootcamp, (yes I did go to church smelly and sweaty, and I was still welcomed with literal open arms!) and while we were standing in yet another church parking lot, (apparently I needed church last night) Coach Adam spoke about giving Bootcamp our all, about having a goal, about how bootcamp can make you feel so much better and for us to celebrate our accomplishments and be proud of the work we put in. While he was talking all I could think was, yea and I have now learned how miserable and bad I feel when I am

New Attitude - New Journey - New Adventure!

I needed a little reminding of this! Last night I realized that part of my issue is I am a bit depressed and sad because THE event is over, I called it Post Marathon Depression. Of course this also had to do with the fact I couldn't jump right back in the saddle and start training for my next event, and yes there is a next event, and a next, and a next! Add in a dash of little to no sleep since last Thursday night and you end up with one grumpy, ticked off, ready to spork your eyes out for breathing funny Re. I finally got some sleep last night, had a weird dream about a half marathon that if you didn't make it to your mile markers in a certain amount of time you were shot on the spot (Matt Costa please don't get any ideas I can see us at Bootcamp now being shot by AirSoft guns LOL), but I still slept and I woke up feeling MUCH better about the entire situation. Yes it still hurts, yes I am walking like a zombie still (and peeking for Jason even though he claims he wo


Note: the original title of this blog was Aggravation after writing the whole thing the title changed. Many of you who read my blog are also friends with me on Facebook and if you have hidden me from your time line I wouldn't be shocked or surprised. My status updates since Sunday have been a roller coaster of highs and lows and a couple of twists and turns. The bottom line of it all is I am completely aggravated. I don't want to be hurt. I don't want to miss Bootcamp. I don't want to stop running for awhile. I have a LOT of things I don't want right now. I don't want to be that girl that couldn't hang and sat out a whole camp. I don't want to lose any of my fitness level that I have actually fought very hard for since February. Injuries happen, I understand that, but they aren't supposed to happen to me. (I am kidding here) I have a difficult time deciphering the difference between hurt and sore, I always have and I probably always will. I do

"The miracle isn't that I finished..

It's that I had the courage to start" ~ John Bingham My friend and fellow bootcamper Leslie posted this quote this morning and it was so fitting for this blog post. Might I also say that Leslie KILLED the half marathon! Yesterday I ran in my second half marathon, while it did not go as planned the truth is nothing in life should really be planned, there are obstacles and bumps and bruises and pulled muscles that can get in way of things that are "planned". I originally had the idea that I would SMASH my time from the first half marathon and that I would do it by running every step. Neither of those things happened. I had not trained properly, well I can't say that because I started out training properly, the bottome line is I did not train well for this half marathon as I have a slight injury, I had no idea a pulled groin muscle could hurt so terribly badly for so dang long. I stay off of it until it feels 100% do one thing like a 5k and the next morning I

Boo Boo's Happen

As I sit here and reflect back on my childhood, I remember something interesting. someone in my family was just about always hurt. It may have been my dad, or a cousin, or a cousins boyfriend, husband, or wife, never a mom, but you get the picture. One of them was always limping around on crutches, in a cast, or sling. They were not a clumsy group of people, nor were their jobs all that dangerous and damaging to their bodies. My family played hard, they were a family of athletes who left all they had out on a ball field. I also remember the frustration of the injured when they didn't get to play, while they were warming the bench beside me (score keeper extraordinaire here for the men's softball league). I couldn't find a newer one.. I know I have then just not sure where. Yes they look a bit rough here. I am feeling the sting of that frustration today as I sit here and draft up this blog post. I have also learned a valuable lesson. "Learn the difference betwee

Operation LTC 163

So I have had a couple of people ask what exactly Operation LTC 163 is, my response is the same now as it was then, you know how the CIA and DoD and FBI have names like Operation Tango or Operation Orange Yellow Bellied Scared Baboon? That is sort of like Operation LTC 163, even if I told you what exactly it was it still wouldn't make much sense to you so I will be like the CIA and keep my mouth shut. Either way it is an Operation of healthy choices and positivity with me as it's sole member and leader. Over the last week or so I have posted a couple of status's on facebook that are worthy enough of repeating here (at least as the sole member and leader I think they are so bare with me ok) In life allow others to inspire and encourage you along your journey, do not long to be those people. We have all faced our own battles and have our own scars, no one is any more perfect at being you than you are, and ultimately at some point in time most of those other people wi

I finally found myself on a boat!

Considering 99% of my posts lately have been about Outer Banks Bootcamps or some run or another, I was seriously considering changing the name of this blog again but then figured why not just incorporate the other things I do in my life back in here cause they are interesting too!  Aren't these two little guys just the sweetest??? Not my shoes! You got her PeeWee! We are going that way.. then this way.. then that way! Just a few of my favorite people. Even Banx got in on the fun. Racing. We weren't the only Mathews Crew. This past weekend I did go to Mathews as you know from previous posts but what you don't know is I made a little detour on my way home and finally after all summer of not being on one, I found myself ON A BOAT! Not just any old boat I was a proud passenger, race crew, team mate (something or another) on the Jordan Lynn. When you board the Jordan Lynn you are sure to find yourself two things, a good time and sur

Running for a Reason

On your Mark. I know some of you that know me from here on our little sandbar were probably wondering why I traveled 3 hours to run a 5K run that I could have run anywhere, heck I think there was one here on the Outer Banks Saturday. The reason for running Saturday's Wesley Ashberry Twilight 5K wasn't about the what, it was about the why. Daddy, Me and Deanna This particular run was in support of the Denbigh House, which is an innovative vocational rehabilitation program for individuals with brain injury who live on the Virginia Peninsula. The program seeks to help survivors of brain injury achieve greater levels of independence and productivity. If you would like to read more about them and their history you can find it here . My best friend Mark, Wes and Sandra Mark, Julie, Wes Daddy, Julie, Me, Ed, and Deanna (I need a new sweatshirt.. it makes me look huge and I am not any longer) You know how you go out and run a race for say the Food Pantry, but

I came in first!

You heard me, but just in case you didn't I will repeat, I CAME IN FIRST! Here is a photo of the medal I got for coming in FIRST. Yes I did in fact pass Math in school, I know the difference in first and second,  and I know what I am talking about. On Saturday I had the great pleasure of running in the 3rd Annual Wesley Ashberry Twilight 5k for the benefit of the Denbeigh House which supports brain injuries. As I stood there Saturday waiting to start I all of a sudden had a massive case of the nerves, something that hasn't happened to me for a 5k in a while now. I mean seriously, for Pete's sake, I just ran 10 miles last week and I am worried about this measly 3 miles on a relatively cool day?? Why yes, yes I was! It dawned on me at that exact moment, that I was running my first race with my family and friends actually present and watching or participating, add in one boyfriend who thinks I am going to fall over dead every time I run anywhere and well.. it was a n

I went PINK, what are you going to do?

  So it is no secret that pink is my favorite color, throw in a bit of black and well you would have one happy girl on your hands, however, I am sure that most people thought I was over the unnatural hair color hair coloring. Not so much. Pink is a really cool hair color too and apparently according to quite a few people I can really pull it off and it makes my eyes look even bluer if that is possible.  (PS there are some people, ok one person, who doesn't agree at all and if he had his way it would still be blond, poor guy had no idea what he was in for when he met me) I do have another reason other than to be shocking to have my hair pink. Two weeks ago tomorrow I ran in the All Out Pink 8 mile race in Manteo. It was the longest I had run since the half marathon in April and part of me was a bit scared I couldn't make it quite that far anymore, I did, and on top of that I ended up with a longer distance run PR. I made a decision when I signed up for this race tha

Redefining Last

last /last/ Noun: The last person or thing; the one occurring, mentioned, or acting after all others. Yup that is what the dictionary says, that is not what I say. There were times today while running with my new Outer Banks Bootcamp Team, The Flame, I was, by this definition, last but that is not how it felt. What it felt like was I was out there doing it and I may be behind the rest of the group, however,  I was still way ahead of those that have made the choice to not try. I am by no means what anyone would call a fast runner, I don't pick up my feet far enough, I don't lean forward enough, I don't breath quite right... YET! I am a work in progress, I will and can get there I just wasn't there today and I am ok with that, because I am working towards those goals. I have heard over the past few weeks a number of people stating they were very angry at themselves for being "last" and most of them weren't even truly last, they just felt that way be

Who knew something so small could change my life so big...

A hummingbird. Well lots of hummingbirds, almost 20 of them to be exact, and they aren't really all that small and they are a bit stinky but they are the sweetest darn hummingbirds you ever will meet. The hummingbirds I speak of don't have wings that you can see, but I have seen them soar to heights they never thought imaginable. Oddly they do have wings in this photo I have had the immense pleasure of assisting Coach Matt Costa and Bootcamp Bob with the Outer Banks Bootcamp Night Camp, Team Hummingbird for the last five weeks. In that time I have watched this group of amazing people grow stronger both physically and mentally. Just tonight as we were headed up the last hill of Jockey's Ridge, after putting in 3 good hard miles up and down and all around,  I ran beside one camper who was making her way up the hill and I could hear her repeating over and over "I can do this, I am doing this, I can do this, I am doing this". I know this probably doesn

“Get Pumped” for the All Out Pink 8 mile Bridge Run and 5k

Good Morning my beautiful friends and family! As you can see from the title I have yet another run coming up, this one is for in support of breast cancer. This is a run near and dear to my heart as I have watched and supported one of my best friends deal with this not once but twice, stood by in silent horror as another girlfriend battled it shortly after (yes I was a wimp and couldn't deal with it)  and countless others that battle it each day. I am not one to ask for hand outs or contributions for things but this time, well sorry but I am. I am currently signed up to run the 5k but if I can raise $200 dollars between now and August 29th I will ask to be changed over the to the 8 mile run. 100% of event proceeds stay local to the OBX to provide mammograms to women and men without access to health care.  Even if all you can give is $5 all of it adds up quickly and can mean a life saving test to someone who is in need.  If you are in text, call, email, smoke signal,  com