What’s the story morning glory? Catching up

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I am making an attempt at consistency here.  It is always hard for me to find the time to write on the blog.  You see it is so easy for me to post in other mediums, in fact, I am an Instagram junkie!  I do a daily post  (sometimes twice a day) right after my workouts.  My usual is a collage of photos with an inspirational quote.  Ok, enough with justifying why I haven’t written here in more than 6 months.

After my unfortunate fall and subsequent injury,  I could not run for several months.  It was hard at first.  Injury is a lonely place.  You feel disconnected from a big part of your world.  Your closest friends of course remain in contact with you.  They send you well wishes and words of encouragement, but trust me, sometimes there are not words kind enough to get you out of that funk.

I wallowed for a bit, and then took the decision of looking forward and not living in the past. It was not like all that grieve was going to help me return to running any faster. DUH!

I started walking at the run clubs (yes, I still went to all my run clubs every week)! To be a leader, and a good one, you must lead by example; so so I did.  I showed up every week with my bandaged ankle and started the runs. Sometimes, I will walk behind the group or just wait for the group to return and have our usual social post run gathering.  I also started doing P90X at home to strengthen my muscles and keep my fitness.  Before I knew it I was jogging slowly again!  (huge smirk here) So I have been running since the last week of August 2013!  YAY!!!

It hasn’t been all roses!  with some running between August and September, I had the delusional idea that I should go and run at the Chicago Marathon (It was my goal race for the fall of 2013 before I got injured).  I started by saying, oh I am going to be there anyways (my husband was running too), hotel and flights are paid for. It will be a waste of a good race.  what about if I have a breakthrough?   Big mistake!  I toed the line of the 2013 Chicago Marathon, marathon # 4, and I knew from the very beginning that something was off.  (oh yeah, having not enough training, and still recovering from injury # 2 on the same year.  That must be it)

Michiel and I at the start

It was a nice morning! Heck, Chicago was an amazing city and the organization of this race was superb.  Best I have seen so far!  But that is not the point.  I shouldn’t have toed the line period. To keep this part of my story short, I got my first DNF.  (nooooooo)

The funny part is that I was not bitter, and I was not sad!  Believe it or not, I was happy that I had the courage to DNF and not be too stupid to continue and risk being injured.  So that’s the story!

Awesome friends cheering for us!!!

Much more has happened since, but Rome was not built in a day! So…to be continued!!


Not all who wander are lost!

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Limping my way out of the trail–“Pain can change you, but that doesn’t mean it has to be a bad change. Take that pain and turn it into wisdom.” ~Unknown

Shortly after the Rosaryville 25K post, I had a freak accident.  I fell in the trails and sprained my right ankle.  How is that a freak accident you may ask? Well, even though the picture suggests otherwise, I was not actually running. Ha!  I was having my Lululemon Ambassador photoshoot.  (just my luck!)

I was just recovering from an injury, and there I was again, injured! Back to square 1. It is one of those things where you cannot help but ask yourself “why me?”  It seem like I could not catch a break this year.  I spend several weeks rehabbing my ankle, and debating whether or not, I will quit running forever.

I am not a quitter, so I decided to just do what you supposed to do when you are injured, rest, rehab your injury and start over; and so I did.  There was pool running, light upper body weight training, heck, I even got a brand new road bike.  Then I started to walk slowly, eventually started running.  It took me around one month to be back running without a funky gate.  (if you have ever been injured, you know that as a result of whatever side your injury resides, your gait changes as you start to overcompensate).

My plan early in the year was to rehabilitate my calf, and train for Chicago.  I was able to do that, training was going well, and I was very happy with my decision of purchasing a real training plan tailored for me.  But with all of the incidents of the year, I have had a rough year, my confidence was shattered and even though I am back running, I know that I am not where I used to be.  I also learned to be more patient and forgiving with myself.  I love running.  I do it as a way of life.  It’s part of my life, but it’s not my livelihood.

With that realization, I took the decision to pull the plug on my goal of running Chicago (seeking a BQ).  It was an important decision, and one that I thought about for days.  I will not run a marathon this year.  I will focused on strengthening my body and getting myself back to a place where I feel confident, I can attain my goal.

Like the tittle of my post “Not all who wander are lost”  I am not running a marathon this year, but that doesn’t mean that I am giving up on my goals.


Rosaryville 25K Trail Race Recap

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Rosaryville Trail Run in the summer will always be one of my favorite races.  First, I have an emotional attachment to this race because it was the first trail race I ever did.  I do not remember at this time, but I do believe it was also the first time I ran trail.  I have run this race 3 times, the first time, I signed up for the 10 miler, and ended up getting lost and running the 10K, the second time I ran the 25k and had a strong performance coming second in my age group and setting what is still today my 25K trail PR of 2:50 (sweet).

Last Sunday, I laced up my shoes for a third time. Yet again, I did the 25K.  This time it was different; coming off from injury, and fully knowing that I was running without any hopes of a fast time for me.  I was just happy to be there and able to run. 


M & I needed to pick up K on our way to the race, we were running a bit late due to my miscalculation of time (hey, I never said I was good at math). Luckily, I had many friends running as well, so I called one of them to get our BIBs.  We got there with not a lot of time to spare before the race start. 

So cool to have so many of my friends running as well, at the same time, so much pressure to perform.  You see, this is one of the downsides of coming back from Injury.  You are always thinking that people are judging your performance.  Any comment can send me on a tail spin in my own head of other people’s expectation of my performance. 

The race starts on a beautiful grassy field, that quickly turns into a road where you have to covered around .25 of a mile before you reach the trail head.  It was hot and humid, but yet a beautiful day to be out there.  The race course is very shady which is saving grace in a day like Sunday.  Gentle rolling hills will greet you rather quickly.  I was talking with a friend for the first 3 miles, and the time was passing quickly.  I was feeling really thirsty, and I was drinking a lot which resulted in a too early pit stop.  I lost my friend and continue to run.  I was feeling decent, but the humidity and now running along was making me feel no so jolly.

I saw Eric at the first aid station.  He was running the 10 miler, and he was already there.  I won’t deny it, seeing him, made me feel good, but also casted a shadow in my mind that maybe I wasn’t doing as good as I thought.  I thought about dropping to the 10 miler, but then something happened.  I looked at my watch and realized that I was almost half way there.  I had to fight with my crazy self, and re-focus on running my own race.

From that point, I just concentrated and found runners to pace with.  I was behind a couple of ladies, and just stayed mentally there.  Focus Dora, Focus!!  One foot in front of the other, just make it to second loop, and it will be 1.5 miles to the finish.  And that I did.  When I made it to that point, I was already feeling proud.  I ran that 1.5 mile feeling rather calm, and steady.  I crossed the finish line in 3:16:30.  I did not break my PR but I  accomplished something bigger than a time on the clock.    Longest distance since injury, and my legs were feeling good, and that is something to be happy about!

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