A little rain never hurt anyone...

This morning I felt a bit mean...and I guess slightly nuts. As I headed off to my personal trainers house at the ungodly hour of 5:30am for a 6am start it was dark, cold and rainy. When I arrived at our meeting point I noticed a text, asking if I wanted to continue in the rain. I did. Two minutes later my PT arrived and I made the poor woman stand out in the cold, in the rain, with a back injury as she took me through some hills work.

Now that I'm back in the warmth of my house I'm feeling mean. Sorry K. What a crazy moo I am. Is this called dedication and commitment or is it just downright crazy obsession? I guess it's a fine line, right? 

My body has changed a lot. It's lean. Possibly a little too lean. I don't know. I see ribs and bones and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or what? K wants me to put on some muscle weight so I'm drinking protein shakes. The dormant ex-ano side of my brain kind of cowers at the idea of putting on weight but the louder, well side knows it's a good thing. It means health and strength. I know this. Still, the ano-voice still whispers and I don't like it.

In other news I am having an enforced day off today. Last week I booked my car in for today to have its 30,000km service. I'd sorted it all out to have it dropped off at the Ford Service Centre by 8am and then I'd make it to the train station in time to catch the 8:42am into work. 

I didn't count on there being a fire at Richmond train station last night, causing today's train services into complete and utter chaos. Most if not all trains on my line have been cancelled. So...you know...I have to be home today. I am so "devastated" I think I might throw myself a party to cheer myself up!

You know what they say, "The best laid plans of mice and men..." and all that jazz!

Spurred on!

Ok, I have to admit that since taking on this whole running thing I've doubted myself at times.

Before I ran the 15k Run for the Kids I was scared...and I had to argue with myself to actually do it. Part of me was saying, "You don't have to run you know. You've paid your entry fee. That's all they need. It can be your contribution to the Good Friday Appeal. You don't actually have to show up."

But I showed up, ran it and survived it. And I'm so glad I did.

Now Kara and I are in training for a half marathon. That's 21.1km in case you're wondering. That distance seems.....daunting.

After that we'll head into training for a marathon. That's 42.19km.

Just looking at that number seems enormous....but I have to remember that once upon a time a full lap around the reserve across the road from my house seemed enormous too.

I don't know if I'll be the first woman with dwarfism in Australia to run a marathon. I'm interested to find out. I do know however that there have been other people with dwarfism who have ran in and completed marathons.

Over the past 24 hours though I have gained inspiration from three athletes who all ran the Boston Marathon. These three athletes have different forms of dwarfism. I was particularly interested in the running career of Juli Windsor who became the first woman with dwarfism to complete the famous Boston Marathon.

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You can read about Juli's story in this article in The Marietta Daily Journal.

As soon as I saw Juli's photo and read about her run I thought, "Right! That's it! I can do it!"

(My kids know I mean serious business when they hear, "Right! That's it!")

Danh Trang and John Young also competed in this years Boston Marathon. Unfortunately John had to pull out in the middle of the race due to illness (unrelated to his stature) however I am sure he would have completed it otherwise.

Wow. Just wow I tell you! I know I can now. Not even my age is going to stop me. I've got a good 15 - 20 years on these guys too. Bring it on.

Ain't nothin' gonna stop us!