Weekend Warrior!

Ahhhh, Mothers Day weekend! One of the most emotionally taxing weekends of my year. this year especially crappy for reasons that any of you who really know me have already figured out. I wouldn't let it be crappy though...not in every aspect anyway.



Hunter was at her Moms house for the weekend...I dropped her off Friday night in Minneapolis. I think they had a mild weekend planned, but you never know!?



Saturday morning was a busy one...wake up from slumber, had some business affairs to deal with,then off to work at the Running Room for the afternoon. After work decided to take in the 5pm service at church since I was going to miss church all together on Sunday because of my race (more on that later). Good service!! Pastor Steve Weins touched on all points when including Moms on this particular night. He didn't skip a beat, and i think that was appreciated by ALL Moms who may have been listening in. After church was a stint to Benihana....rolling in the SLK320 lent to me by a friend...it was really shaping up to be a great evening with the IZ-meister! We gota table and hunkered down for a delectable meal...lotsa carbs to fuel the mornings racing spectacle. After a couple hours in the Grove, it was time to head back to the ranch and relax....already mentally preparing for the morning.



Sunday morning came quickly...slept well considering I had put alot on my plate (literally and figuratively). I had some pretty lofty goals set for a race time...but knew it was attainable since I was running with a vengeance of sorts.

the mall was wicked busy, packed,
smiles on everyone runners face....
ready to run,
but for reason,
not contempt.
Alot of survivors, alot of
memories locked up inside
of people like me
with stories to tell..
i just decide to tell mine
through my run!
in pure race mode....
i start heading towards the start line
(this is just after i remembered
that I forgot to grab my garmin).
Back and forth to the car,
now on my way to the race start.
had to nose my way up to the front if
I wanted any shot of knowing my true colors....
today they were black and white.
20 or bust,
so i one up'd myself for
a 19:20!
not too many had a day like that,
maybe 50 or so,
and that's a good feeling for me,
for me it was just that,
and Mom.
My pace was furious,
and felt right.
Music in the ears,
which is normal training for me,
but not normal racing for me.
today was my day,
so music i played,
my music for 19:20.

Off to the side, i waited...
familiar faces a few,
thousands of finishers
grinning ear to ear.
Running, with purpose.
Izzie came through nicely
but I missed it....
caught up in the moments
in the speed, in the time,
in the confusion,
through the hurt
physical,
physiological.
Great job at 32.00....
can't beat that,
well you can,
and you will next time.

Back to the MOA for coffee and some crocs....
no crocs to be had today,
maybe soon, but not today.
special crocs for a special day.

off to the GC in the SLP,
brunch on my mind,
money today is not an issue...
thanks ironman!
i cannot wait to get that inside of me....
that food was so good,
and filled me up quickly and nicely!

Off to a nap!
that race took a toll on me today,
may last through the week,
so far it has.

Moms grave with IZ,
no tears today, blank stares...
lost in the loneliness,
locked in the time of it.
flowers and cleaning
my heart was still bleeding
but not blood of fear
not enough to shed that tear.
coming to an end so fast
as always!
but a good run,
a hell of a weekend.
missing the little ones
but a test of reality
just a little early!

Bishop out...count on it!