Eternal Running Partner

It’s 6:30am, my alarm starts to chime.  I roll over to turn it off, and start to get out of bed.  I’ve been hearing Erin over the monitor for the past 15 minutes babbling away.  Ping is still trying to catch at least 30 more minutes of sleep next to me.  I tip toe into the bathroom where my clothes were hung behind the door the night prior.  It’s part of my ritual. Everything must be packed in my bag or hung on the door the night before.  I must ensure that no essential piece is left behind.  If you know any other runners, you know that they too have their ritual the night/morning of a race no matter how big it is.  Runners know that if one thing in their careful per-race routine is forgotten, the pavement might not be very nice to them.  As I get into my outfit, I take one last look at the shirt I wear at every race. There have been so many races I ran without this particular shirt.  I am sad to wear something like this, but joyful to know that it is a reminder of my eternal running partner.  Rachel’s name is printed on the front.  A typical race shirt- common to see on a course of over 1,000 people.  A name on your shirt gets your recognized by Imagespectators, announcers, and photographers.  Yet, what’s on the back of mine is what makes it one of a kind: “Our Angel Forever in Heaven 1/3/10-1/5/10.” A loss that society doesn’t talk about, hushes, and discourages you from sharing it’s memories. If it’s one thing I’ve learned in the past two years, society can go stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.  Today, and every race day, is my day to tell society that my oldest daughter is with me.

Erin, Ping and I are heading from the car to the globe, Rachel is right there with us.  She’s excited.  I haven’t worn her shirt for a really long time.

As I finish my last bathroom visit before the start, I realize I’ve forgotten another valuable item to my uniform.  My watch. I left it on the charger at home. I have never ran a race without it in the past 4 years.  It keeps my time, pace, and distance.  Alerts me when I’m going too fast or too slow for my desired finish time.  Rachel reminds me that I can survive without this.  Today will be a new race for us…no watches attached.

The gun goes off and we head out…it’s crowded.  Just like it always is at the start of a large race.  But by the end of mile 1, we are in a pretty good groove, her and I.  The course is flat and fast.  Ping and Erin were able to stay in pretty much one spot due to the many turns and back tracks.  It was so nice to see them while running.  I could tell Erin was enjoying it. My partner gives high fives to the other runners and spectators.  She’s soaking up the excitement just as much as I am.

Mile 6, I make another mistake.  I take my Gu not realizing that the next water stop isn’t until about mile 8 or 9.  It will be a long two miles, but Rachel reminds me that 2 mileswill go by quickly, water will be here before we know it.

I start to fade a bit at mile 10 and 11.  The only thing keeping me from “the shuffle” is my partner.  She’s cheering me on.  Telling me this is only half of what I’ve been through.  I’ve come so far only 2 miles to go.  She’s still with me.

I see Ping and Erin for the last time at mile 12.  They gave me the boost I needed to get to the finish.  My partner and I cross the finish line in 2:04:23.  Not our best time together, but it’s pretty good considering the hard work I’ve put in this past year.  Rachel stays with me as I grab my medal, some food, water and find Ping and Erin.

She’s the one that keeps me going when the pavement isn’t very nice.  She’s the one that knows my thoughts and encourages me to press on when I’m nearing the wall.  There are days that I wish she was on the side lines physically cheering me on just like Ping and Erin.  But I think her best performance is on the course with me.


Spring is here!

Not only have Erin and I spent almost every day for the past two weeks at the park in this gorgeous weather, but gDiapers has released their new spring line!!  I’m so excited about these colors!

There’s Groovy Grape:

Gooseberry Gray:

And the Limited Edition “Good Lovin'”:

I shared a link on my Facebook page the other day when I received the notice that “Good Lovin'” was released for a limited time.  I even sent an email to my hubby and my mom.  My hubby gave me orders not to spend money on it.  😦  He seriously needs to get on the wagon with my gDiapers addiction!!  I was so sad Erin’s bum won’t be sporting these new colors this spring because of him…..or will she??

I have found two sites doing giveaways for this new gPant!

The first one is by Amber Brewster.  The title of her blog is 3, 2, 1, Go!  She loves gDiapers too!  So much so that she is doing a giveaway!  Just click on the 3, 2, 1, Go! link to read more!  I am definitely doing everything I can to get as many entries as possible! (psst….Erin wears a size Large!)

The second blogger doing a gDiaper giveaway is Pardon My Poppet.  Another gDiaper mom who is as excited as I am about gDiaper’s new spring line!

Gosh, when will it be my turn to do a gDiaper giveaway???

Trouble on the Playground

Look at this face:

The weather has been nice here in NYC the past week.  It’s given Erin and I the opportunity to play at the park and get out of our apartment.  The plus side to this for mom: it’s a change of scenery and 45 minutes feels like 5.  The plus side for Erin: leafs….they’re yummy; the nuts and bolts on the playground equipment are nice and shiny (it’s new!); there is more room to walk around, although those leaves leave her planted in one spot pretty much.  And the kids!  There’s kids to play with! Well… that Erin wants to play with.  However, there’s a problem…the kids run away when Erin approaches them!  She does all she knows/can to be nice: smiles, gentle touch on the shoulder, but it just leaves the other kids running!  I feel so sad for her!  I mean, look at this face:

How can you NOT want to play with her, kids!?!  Yes, she doesn’t say hi yet, she doesn’t walk on her own yet, doesn’t speak Korean, Mandarin, or Cantonese (Or whatever Asian language you speak), Spanish, or any other non-English speaking language you speak, but I don’t think any of that really matters!

Sure, Erin will try to sample your delicious Goldfish and Gatorade, but she just wants to teach you how to share.  That ball you brought with you, Erin would love to get her hands on that too.  That bright colored bag on your stroller, she just wants to know what you brought with you to make sure the playground stays safe.  After all, it is NYC.  So look again, kids:

How can you NOT want to play with this face!?!