I'm not the most concientious of brushers or flossers. "Once a day is more than enough" has been my motto (even though my mom made sure I brished twice as a kid) and that's why I'm up at 6:30 in the morning about to get ready to a trip to the dreaded dentist!!
So this is what happened. While have a piece of extremely delicious banana nut bread (baked by a good friend of mine), I felt a hard clunk in my mouth. At first I thought that my friend had lost her baker's touch. But on further investigation it turned out to be part of a dislodged pre-molar. Gross!!!!
And so I dutifully freaked out. I was waiting for the pain to begin.... but that did not happen.... at least not right away.
The next day I went for my usual run. Thursday runs are short - only 4 miles. By the time I finished my 2nd mile, my tooth began to hurt. It started with a mild throbbing and quickly promoted itself to a full blow toothache. I knew that waiting to go to a dentist would not work. I had to get this thing fixed.
I hate dentists. I know they're important blah blah blah. But I've always been afraid of them - if I was Ron Weasley - they were my spiders. Not getting my tooth fixed will definitely prevent me from continuing my running (and I have to run 13 miles on saturday). I cant see myself running 13 miles with a bloody toothache.
So, here I am... facing my fear... and looking forward to the dentists chair.
Pray for me.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Heroes
Incredible!!
As I watched some of my friends finish the NYC half-marathon on sunday, I felt elated. I felt like I had been left out. I felt tears well up. Good thing I was wearing really dark shades!
I had run 12 miles the day before in Central Park. A nice run ... an easy run. I knew I could have run more if I had wanted. And now I was standing on the side instead of crossing the finish line. I was wearing sandals, shorts and a brown cotton t-shirt. I should have been wearing my dry-fit shirt, running shorts, my slightly worn-out sauconys, my faulty pedometer, fuel belt with Gu gels and music (yes... we wear all that when we run).
But as much as I felt like I missed a chance, I felt even more proud of some of the people who ran. People who had overcome tremendous obstacles, mental barriers and physical limitations to complete the half-marathon. Some finished in almost 3 hours. My tears were for them. These are the people who I look up to for inspiration.
Let me explain.
I have been running for about 3 years now. Never too much. 2 miles one day.... 3 miles after a few days.... and so on. The maximum I had ever run was 4 miles one day while I was watching Sienfeld. I wasn't a distance runner when I started... but I wasn't bad. I could do 3 miles in less than 30 minutes. It did not take too much effort to complete 3 miles.
However, some of the people I'm training with are running for the first time in their lives. And they dove straight into a marathon program. And did they dive in!!! They jumped right into the deep end!! And while all of us follow the same running schedules, I can see that its easier for me than its for them.
But they still run on.
They run the same 12 miles that I do on Saturday mornings. They resolve to run - and come what may - finish their runs. And when I bitch and moan (to myself) about how my 10th/11th mile seems so difficult, I know it will be even more difficult for them... and I know that they will still complete it. Some of them smile when it gets tough... some frown... some fret. But all will finish their runs.
Will I be able to push through the same barriers when I get to them?
These people are my inspiration.
I have only one problem. Once these people get better - and they surely will - who then will inspire me?
As I watched some of my friends finish the NYC half-marathon on sunday, I felt elated. I felt like I had been left out. I felt tears well up. Good thing I was wearing really dark shades!
I had run 12 miles the day before in Central Park. A nice run ... an easy run. I knew I could have run more if I had wanted. And now I was standing on the side instead of crossing the finish line. I was wearing sandals, shorts and a brown cotton t-shirt. I should have been wearing my dry-fit shirt, running shorts, my slightly worn-out sauconys, my faulty pedometer, fuel belt with Gu gels and music (yes... we wear all that when we run).
But as much as I felt like I missed a chance, I felt even more proud of some of the people who ran. People who had overcome tremendous obstacles, mental barriers and physical limitations to complete the half-marathon. Some finished in almost 3 hours. My tears were for them. These are the people who I look up to for inspiration.
Let me explain.
I have been running for about 3 years now. Never too much. 2 miles one day.... 3 miles after a few days.... and so on. The maximum I had ever run was 4 miles one day while I was watching Sienfeld. I wasn't a distance runner when I started... but I wasn't bad. I could do 3 miles in less than 30 minutes. It did not take too much effort to complete 3 miles.
However, some of the people I'm training with are running for the first time in their lives. And they dove straight into a marathon program. And did they dive in!!! They jumped right into the deep end!! And while all of us follow the same running schedules, I can see that its easier for me than its for them.
But they still run on.
They run the same 12 miles that I do on Saturday mornings. They resolve to run - and come what may - finish their runs. And when I bitch and moan (to myself) about how my 10th/11th mile seems so difficult, I know it will be even more difficult for them... and I know that they will still complete it. Some of them smile when it gets tough... some frown... some fret. But all will finish their runs.
Will I be able to push through the same barriers when I get to them?
These people are my inspiration.
I have only one problem. Once these people get better - and they surely will - who then will inspire me?
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