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Rebekah Jordan is running in the 2007 LA AIDS Marathon
Lynne:
--- Quote from: Lucise on October 17, 2006, 09:59:35 pm ---Wow .. was that message really from Rebecca?? :D :D
I loved her in Latter Days!! And what a beautiful voice ..!
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It sure was! I was thrilled. She registered for an account here, so we now just have to lure her into posting! She said it was cool for me to keep posting her marathon progress...I'm hoping that they'll motivate me and others in this whole 'getting into decent shape for Alberta' :D
And then, once we get to be good friends, maybe she can tell us how to lure Wes and Steve here!! ;)
Lumière:
--- Quote from: Lynne on October 17, 2006, 11:51:43 pm ---And then, once we get to be good friends, maybe she can tell us how to lure Wes and Steve here!! ;)
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That would be .. :D..great!!
I checked out Rebekah's website, I am going to be getting her CD soon hopefully! :)
Lynne:
--- Quote from: Lucise on October 18, 2006, 11:54:36 pm ---I checked out Rebekah's website, I am going to be getting her CD soon hopefully! :)
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Terrific! I should be getting mine soon b/c I donated. We'll have to compare our impressions when they arrive. And bonus is that the donation was tax deductible!
Lynne:
Here's the latest from Rebekah's blog on how her marathon training is progressing! I'm very very proud of her!! The underlines are mine...
No that is not a typo. I did 10 miles last weekend as part of my Marathon Training. That's so crazy to me that I think it bears repeating. 10 Miles!!!! I'm in shock. And so are my legs. I've developed pain in places I didn't even know could hurt. And I have a newfound appreciation for stretching. Oh how it takes the pain away. So does wine, but that's another story.
And let's take a moment of silence to thank my new running shoes, without whom I surely would have collapsed. What a difference a shoe makes. Much gratitude to the salesguy at Top to Top who scrutinized my feet so closely that it was borderline uncomfortable. I mean shouldn't we have had dinner first? Thanks Donald!
I was dreading facing 10 miles the whole week. For some reason the idea of it, double digits and all, had taken on huge proportions in my head. 10 seemed like Mt. Everest. Oh yeah, and I missed the week before when we were supposed to run 9 miles. So I was behind in terms of distance logged. I had visions of myself crawling on the side of the road, clutching my water bottle in agony.
The night before was the night we turned the clocks back and I was so paranoid about over or under sleeping that I barely slept at all. I kept opening my eyes, wondering when there would be light, when it would be morning. Morning finally came. And here's where I get cheesy. Because it was a beauteous morning. Unexpected like a gift.
And perfect, I swear. It was cold, but the sky was all baby blue, dotted with puffy clouds, the sun was kind of winking at me, and it really felt like anything was possible, like I just might be able to do the unthinkable: run 10 miles and not need hospitalization afterwards.
Though I started to think that a hospital might be a nice place to be around mile 8, I also knew that I was only 2 miles away from finishing, that I'd come so far already, and that I had to keep going, leg cramps be damned. And so I did, we did, me and the people in my pace group. I developed newfound love for my pace group that day. We really did get through it together. Yes I'm real Kumbaya right now, somebody light a campfire and break out a marshmallow. But it felt really significant when we finished. We felt strong and proud, like we'd let the day have it!
I've considered the power of that moment a lot since Sunday because I've had a challenging week. My "step" sister passed away unexpectedly, she was only 28. When something like that happens, you find yourself asking "why"? And there's no answer really. So i'm thinking that maybe a better question is "how"? How can we make sure the people in our lives know how much they mean to us? How can we make our own lives mean more? For these questions I think there are answers. And for me, training for this marathon is one of them.
She planned on picking her 5 year old son up from school that day, and never made it. She was epileptic and had a seizure. So hard trying to wrap my brain around it but nothing is promised to us beyond the moment we are in.
For those of you who've been keeping up with my blog, you know I'm doing my training through the National Aids Marathon program for the upcoming L.A. Marathon in March. The program helps the men, women and children who already have AIDS, it helps make the moments they have left just a little more bearable, just a little brighter. I have to raise $1500 by December 4 or I'll have to withdraw from the program and stop training. But I'm halfway there (!) thanks to your generosity. If you're reading this and haven't donated, I hope that you will. Together we can do a small thing that might make a world of difference. (and my leg cramps won't have been in vain!) Feel free to pass this on to friends and strangers.
No donation is too small or too great.
http://aidsmarathon.com/participant.asp?runner=LA-2411&EventCode=LA07
This weekend I have a date with 12 miles. I think I'll wear something cute.
Til next time with lots of love,
Rebekah
Lynne:
Bumping in honor of World AIDS Day. Thanks to dot-matrix fo reminding me!
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