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Santa Hustle… Cedar Point… T – 26 hours and counting

Okay… so today we drive up to packet pick-up.  I’m hoping for long socks and arm warmers; I’m REALLY hoping for arm warmers (they are really neat).  They have a store, go figure.

Last night I finally tried on the pants I’m wearing to race.  They fit perfectly.  I’m going to hunt up my tights for under them because 40 isn’t warm and they aren’t probably heavy enough for me to be overly happy even racing.  But they fit and they are cute.  I get my dry fit stuff in my packet today, so I will see what other cute crap I can wear with them.

My fanny pack is almost packed.  I have to toss in my iPod and my phone and my camera and I’m good.  I have my glovies (electronic compatible ones, naturally) and hand warmers and my own candy canes.  Not that I’m terrified of having to face the same lessons that I learned at Run For The Water last year, but… yeah.  I pray I don’t have to worry about watching them empty the last two water stations all over the ground as I approach.  I hope I get a cookie or two.  I hope I get a candy cane… or two.  I hope I’m not swept.  Even DFL beats DNF.  I really really want to finish.

I’m mortified to announce that I actually did start taking my prednisone.  Yesterday I took 3 because for two days my left wrist (NOT my problem child) was KILLING me.  Right around the Carpal Tunnel place it burned and ached and was horrible.  My middle three fingers started to stiffen and ache and I knew it was going to get very not pretty very fast.  I hate taking them.  I refuse to take them if I have any other options.  With the race tomorrow and so much I still have to get done to get ready for Christmas and my project kicking back into high gear… I probably didn’t think as long as I might have done otherwise.  But… my Rheumy did give me a script back in the spring when my finger (same hand oddly enough) went totally bat shit crazy on me and gave me a refill.  I kept it because I’m scared and it’s a good thing to have on hand.  So… I am treating myself and will catch up with my rheumy on Wednesday.

So here I am, up and at em, ready to go to packet pickup.  I’m HOPING to spend a few minutes along the lake today taking pictures and enjoying the cold.  Eh a girl can dream, can’t she?

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Santa Hustle Half Marathon: lunacy

Okay, so here I am, deciding that I must be crazy.  I must be.  There is no other explanation.

What am I doing?  I’m crocheting a Santa beard in August.  WHY am I working on a Santa beard in August?  Because I’ve fallen in love with a race that I intend to do in December.  The Santa Hustle at Cedar Point.  December… Cedar Point (part of the course is along the beach on Lake Erie)… I have to be crazy.  I should not be this excited about walking as fast as I can for four hours on what could be a lovely day or what could be a freaking cold day with a foot of snow (like last year).  I have to be crazy.

And yet, here I am, working on my beard, getting ridiculously excited about the race.

On the beach

At Lake Erie

in December

Yes, I’ll post pictures when I get more of the outfit completed.
Yes, I swear I will post updates on the training
Yes, I’m hoping that, maybe since school will be out in Texas… MAYBE… Adam almost volunteered already this morning… and he just might yet…

Am I crazy (as I listen to IZ cds and rub on the Tiger Balm in August), probably… but I need to keep proving to myself that I can… that I’m not too lame (literally) to walk a half.  Ever since I was diagnosed in 2009 (wow, I’m closing in on 5 years diagnosed… 7 or 8 with active RA) walking 13.1 miles has been my thing.  And I guess it is going to keep being my thing.

I close my eyes and see Adam walking me in to almost the finish line in Austin… handing me my medal and hugging me the year he had the flu… I see all of them cheering me on across the finish line at Disney… I still don’t understand why I am my kids’ hero, but I really do have to do this.  The compulsion is just there.  And I have to answer the call.