Run Jen Run

As some of you may have heard, last week I signed up for the San Diego Rock & Roll half marathon.

I know, I know. Most of you are thinking "hrm...I don't remember Jen being much of a runner". Well, you are correct. I am not. I am slow, I complain, I don't like the cold and my ankles and knees usually hurt after 3 or so strides. But I am running as part of Team in Training, a great org that helps raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

To read why I am doing this, check out my page: http://pages.teamintraining.org/nyc/rnr10/jlinet

Please donate and in return, I promise to blog about my training progress. If that doesn't sound too exciting, let me sum up last week.

• I joined TNT (ha, imagine if they used the "I" in the middle)...last Thursday
• I called my friend Christine to tell her I wanted to run in her honor and would she help me fundraise (she happily agreed...wait until I share my $goal with her) :)
• I received an email Friday with details re: my group run on Saturday morning
• I ran with the beginners. I was the last in the pack (did I mention I currently run about a 12 minute mile...I was lapped by pregnant woman when I did my 10k last June)
• Dave, a cancer survivor and now super runner and tri-athlete felt sorry for me and stayed with me while I completed the run
• Dave trained for his first triathlon while undergoing chemo a few years ago. What could I complain about at that point!
• After the run, I met my cousin Kara in Grand Central. I was sweaty and dressed like a thug (black sweats, skull cap, etc). I complained that I was a bit sore from the run.
• Apparently running put me in some fog-like trance and I proceeded to:
• knock on what I thought was my sister's apartment door, jiggle the handle, and then realize that I was on the wrong floor, wrong apartment (run Kara, this isn't D & Mark's apartment)
• attempt to sit down on a bench to try on shoes. I missed and fell straight to the floor.
• tell my physical therapist he was 2 seconds away from me um... passing gas in his face, if he did not unfold my body into a normal position

If you like what you just read, donate, donate, donate and I promise to continue to share.

Love,

Jen