Thursday, February 12, 2015

Unleash the beast (and other things)

On Saturday and Sunday mornings I spin. I spin hard. And I love it. I am a beast on the bike.

With the lights turned down low, the music is pumping, my legs are pumping, my heart is pumping. Sweat is literally falling from me. The instructor tells us to increase our RPM, add a gear, get up in the saddle, hands at position 2. Hands at position 4. Push up the hill. Take away two gears and get back in the saddle. RPMs increase. Hands off the handlebars. Take a swig of water, wipe my face. And pile the gears back on. We're ready for hill No. 2. 

I am a BEAST.

I love the loud music, the cheering from my fellow classmates, the instructor's encouraging words, the high-fives at the end. For one hour on spin days, I unleash my inner beast. And when I'm done, drenched in sweat and stomach rumbling, I want more and more and more. I do best with group work. I do best with motivating instructors. I do best in a class environment, where we are all cheering each other on. 

And I think, wow, spinning is really my thing.

Until I'm on the yoga mat. At the end of practice as I turn gently to one side after Shavasana, my hand is rooted into the floor and I pause for a few seconds before I push myself up into sitting. And in that moment I want to cry because I am truly thankful for my body and my practice. In that moment, after one hour of whatever I just did, whether it was hot, restorative or power yoga, I am really, truly at peace with my body. And I think, wow, yoga is really my thing. 

Until I'm pounding the pavement with my feet, running my own race, every time I run. Every time I finish a run, whether it's a training run or a competitive race, I cross my own finish line. When I reach new PRs. When I shave 20 seconds off my mile. Each little victory is a huge victory because I brought myself there. 

I brought myself to and through the finish lines of Tour de Pink and my first half marathon. And I bring myself to and through every yoga practice and every spin class and every run, whether it's 2 miles or 13.1. 


So what's really "my thing"? It's all of the above. I am just now realizing I can have a lot of things. And I can do and love all of them simultaneously. I kept trying to put a label on it. I always thought you're either a runner or a yogi or a cyclist. I may do one better than the other two, or love one more than the others, but I am all three. 

Yes, running is my first true love. And I do consider myself a runner. But I also love cycling and I also love yoga, and I get something different out of each one of them. I'm less experienced in yoga and cycling, but that doesn't mean they can't be my passions. I can want to succeed at them and want to work at them. 

And in taking classes at PYP I've rediscovered my love for yoga and cycling. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop running. I'll ALWAYS run. And I want to do another half marathon when the time is right. But right now I'm finding my yoga practice and my cycling legs again. I'm finding myself again on the mat and on the bike.

And I'm allowed to have all of it. I'm allowed to have more than one "thing." And I think that's good for me. Interchanging running, yoga and cycling brings out the best in my athleticism. 



Each one brings a different kind of stress relief. Each one is fun in a unique way. And each one keeps me (relatively) sane. And each one brings out my best self. And each one shows me self-love and appreciation. And each one brings out my inner beast. Whether I'm crushing a 10 mile run or pushing up a steep hill on the bike or breathing through a screaming pigeon on the mat (there's a reason they call it "screaming"), I am pushing myself to the extreme. I know my limits and I would never make myself sick or hurt myself. I know when to tone down. I know when to put a block under my arms or decrease my gear or slow down. I know when to take a water break. 

I know where I can go before it's too much. I know how far to push. I know that place - the place where I've exhausted all my reserves and accomplished something new and exciting. I know that place, and I go there with running, cycling and yoga. 

Remember how much I LOVED having those personal training sessions? Where I was introduced to bench pressing and TRX? I loved that too. I owned that kettle ball. I owned those planks. I was a beast then, too.

The appeal isn't just the exercise and stress relief, though of course those are huge bonuses. The appeal is seeking my own personal challenge and conquering it. 

On other topics, this last week or so has been pretty interesting, to say the least. In no chronological or order of importance, Sean hit a deer with his car - he's OK and the car isn't totaled but the repairs are pricey and the deer didn't make it; Lloyd had an accident on his birthday and is recovering and we are thinking of him and praying for him; and I had a "growth" on my nose removed and sent to pathology. 

Yes, some weird looking thing appeared on my nose like a week ago that wasn't quite a pimple and wasn't quite a mole. (It was red and raised and circular). It didn't sit right with me and it didn't go away, so I called the derm and got in right away. I saw him on Monday. He said it definitely is a "growth" (yes, he used that term and it grosses me out), he doesn't THINK it's malignant but he also doesn't think it's going away any time soon so he recommended he cut it off and send it to pathology. So, naturally, I agreed. Better to have this thing off and make sure it isn't skin cancer than to leave it there and wonder and worry.

A small thing compared to getting my boobs chopped off, but still I like to complain that I have to wear a bandaid on my nose for a week until this mini crater heals. Should have the results on Monday.

Happy things: the changes are coming SO QUICKLY with Adele! Not only does she now crawl forward, but she crawls forward FAST, pulls herself up onto things, knows high-five, has tried couscous and pancakes at school (and we are giving her teething wafers at home that she likes to swing near Campbell's mouth), and "talks" more and more! They always say the changes come quickly, but just like literally EVERYTHING ELSE in motherhood, I don't really quite know what people are talking about until it happens.



Just like when people told me, as we were bringing Adele home from the hospital, that we would never really sleep again. And I remember thinking, "that's OK, we don't need sleep, Look! We have a baby OMG" and then I don't remember the first three months because I don't know if I was ever fully awake or ever fully asleep.

Luckily, Adele is a wonderful sleeper and started sleeping through the night at 3 months. 

And then people told me as soon as she started crawling, watch out - it's a whole other ball game! And I remember thinking, "That's OK, I can keep up, no big deal" and now that she's crawling I am stunned and shocked by how fast she gets across the room and puts Campbell's nylabones in her mouth. 



Please send prayers and healing to Lloyd as he recovers. We are looking forward to Pink Zone March 1, followed by the YSC Summit in Houston, TX. And until then, we are celebrating Valentine's Day weekend with a brunch with the Dobersteins Saturday at the Nittany Lion Inn and dinner and a basketball game Saturday night, followed by a wine and chocolate party with my girlfriends Sunday, and then seeing 50 Shades (Reading it now and hoping to finish before Sunday!) in the theater. 

More to come later. Happy Valentine's Day!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Adele's rose gold key

I am amazed and blown away each day when I look at Adele. Some mornings I can’t stop staring at her.

When I’m changing her diaper or watching her play with her toys my eyes get locked into her eyes or on her cheeks or her hair or her hands and I can’t look away. I am amazed by this little beauty. This bubbly little baby who has so much passion, so much drive, so much strength, so much personality. I can’t stop staring. Each and every inch of her. I can’t believe it. No words exist to describe what it’s like to watch her grow, and to grow with her.

Superbowl party!

Her new noises, her new “words” and sounds, her new movements.

She’s added “uh oh” to her vocabulary, and uses it freely. That and “Dada.” And “Dadadadada.”

There is this brand new part of my heart that is discovered whenever she smiles or laughs. New parts of my heart are reached every day. I look at her, soft cheeks, curly hair, long eyelashes, and I still can’t believe this little creature is my daughter. So determined to move, reach, climb, sing, dance, play, laugh, smile, wave. Adele is a little party girl, just like me. She loves people, she loves to socialize, she loves to smile and get engaged in activities.

Adele with pigtails!

She smiles and cheers when she sees other children, and is busy right away as soon as we drop her off at school. She sits down with the other kids and gets right to her books.

When she reaches for me, or claps her hands when she sees me. When we pick her up from school and she waves and smiles and squeals with excitement. New parts of my heart.

It’s like she holds the key, and with each and every smile, each crease of her nose, each fluff in her hair, each point she makes with her fingers, each time she grabs my cheeks, she unlocks another chamber. This tiny rose gold key. And she unlocks new passages every day. New places. Places that were untouched until I become a mother.

I knew when I became a mom that my love for Adele would grow each day. But I didn’t expect my heart to grow new vessels, new chambers. I didn’t know my heart could get any fuller. Yet it does. It is heavy and light at the same time. It is filled with so much joy. So many feelings that don’t have names. So my thoughts that don’t come with their own pre-formed words.




We have all new routines now. Our evenings are spent with her on the floor as she explores all of her toys. Sometimes she pulls herself up on her walker, other times she crawls backwards throughout the living room. (we are still waiting on a forwards crawl!)

I am most content during these evenings, when I sit with her on the floor (with Campbell actively participating) as she explores her world.

Our bedtime routines have changed also, from an 8 p.m. final bottle to a 7-7:15 final bottle. Bedtime is now 7:30 or 8 p.m. and she is still sleeping through the night!

9 months on Jan. 26, 2015!

Our morning routines have changed. Now I need some extra time to do her hair. Her full, gorgeous curly hair.

Again, utterly blown away at how much she grows and changes.

With each new move, each unexpected laugh or sound, she unlocks another part of my heart I didn’t know was there.

I know it’s been a while since I wrote (more than a month!). We have all been doing wonderfully. Adele is developing beautifully, and each day she grows more. Since my half marathon I have taken a break from running, and have been going to hot yoga and cycling 2-3 times a week at a new studio I joined (PYP), and I LOVE it. It feels good to reopen my cycling legs and my yoga practice. These classes rejuvenate me.



When the weather starts to get better I will resume my outdoor running. For now, though, I am immersed in studio classes with my girlfriends.

We’ve had lots of fun plans, too, from yesterday’s Superbowl party to a pottery painting party with my girlfriends. We’re keeping warm and busy with book club, outings with friends and Penn State indoor sports watching.

Also, Pink Zone is coming up soon, and I am excited for Adele to attend her first game! This year I will be celebrating nearly 4 years as a breast cancer survivor.

February brings Valentine’s Day and a new season of House of Cards (Thank you, Netflix for getting me through the winter!), and March brings the YSC Summit in Texas and our THIRD wedding anniversary!

And April? Adele will be ONE!



My recent doc appointments have been great (with a great blood report from my oncologist). Work is amazing and busy and although I HATE the winter and all the snow we’ve gotten, I’ve managed to mostly keep my SAD at bay with those yoga and cycling classes, evenings with Adele, Sean and Campbell, and a big bowl of fruit I keep in my office at work. I know my body, and to survive the winter I need exercise and a lot of Vitamin C. That and a big bowl of cherries when Sean and I watch our TV shows together at night. That is my bliss. Baby sleeping soundly. Cherries. GIRLS on HBO. 


More to come later, but until now, pictures and love.

So, so much love. 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Florida, wedding, winter break

We had a lovely two weeks off from school and work! More blogging to come soon, but until then, here are some highlights of our trip to Florida in December and one photo from Alissa and Peter's wedding in January. Adele is doing beautifully! She is eating more foods, laughing, and hopefully crawling soon! (she's mastered the backwards Army crawl).

Now it's back to work and school, and I'm already counting down to our next trip to Florida, which isn't until May! Until then we can look forward to fun with friends in January and February, and Pink Zone and the YSC Summit (in Texas) in March!

Happy New Year!

Love,
Marjie

Adele's first trip to the beach!

Polka dots at the pool

Alissa and Peter's wedding, Jan. 3, 2015 in Washington, D.C.

Adele in Sarasota, December 2014 (8 months!)

Deerfield Beach, FL: meeting Aunt Sharon and Michelle

She loves the water!

Monday, December 22, 2014

30 things I love about myself

In honor of my 30th birthday I am going to talk a lot about myself today!


30 fun facts about Marjie, things I love about myself, & accomplishments:

1. FUN FACT: Messy sandwiches make me anxious; I feel I have to eat them quickly before they get even messier

2. FUN FACT: I love advice columns: Dear Abby, Carolyn Hax and Ask Amy

3. FUN FACT: I hate crumbs

4. FUN FACT: I reuse napkins until they get crumbled and dirty; I hate throwing away napkins that are still somewhat clean

5. I LOVE THIS: I'm always open to meeting new people and welcoming new friends into my circles

Birthday tiramisu! Dec. 20, 2014
6. I LOVE THIS: Unless I have a specific reason not to, I like 99.9 percent of the people I meet

7. I LOVE THIS: I'm usually in a good mood

8. I LOVE THIS: I try to look at the bright side of things

9. I LOVE THIS: I am pretty quick to recognize when something doesn't sit right with me, and pretty quick to change it

10. I LOVE THIS: I'm a terrible liar which means I always tell the truth

11. I LOVE THIS: I work best under pressure; I love deadlines

12. I LOVE THIS: Being able to express myself through writing

13. I LOVE THIS: I'm a good mom

14. I LOVE THIS: If something is important to me, I work hard at it

15. I LOVE THIS: I am a good reader of other people's emotions and can usually gauge reactions based on facial expressions and body language, and that helps me steer conversations with people

16. I LOVE THIS: I always make people feel welcome in my home

17. I LOVE THIS: I'm good at small talk

18. I LOVE THIS: When I compliment people (on hair, clothes, etc.) I always mean it and am not just saying it to be polite


19. I LOVE THIS: I've learned when I don't need to explain myself to others, or defend my actions. I am who I am. I yam what I yam.

20. I LOVE THIS: I trust my gut about most things

21. I LOVE THIS: I love my birthday

Family birthday dinner, Dec. 20, 2014

22. I LOVE THIS: I love getting older

23. ACCOMPLISHMENT: I ran a half-marathon and I rode in Tour de Pink

24. ACCOMPLISHMENT: I shared intimate details about my journey with breast cancer, by myself on stage, without notes, in front of 200 people.

25. ACCOMPLISHMENT: Although public speaking is one of my biggest fears, I do it. A lot.

26. ACCOMPLISHMENT: I kicked cancer's ass twice and I came out faster, better and stronger, both times.

27. I LOVE THIS: I'm always up for a challenge and try to take on new projects at work and in my personal life. (Next project: on the board of the State College chapter of Hadassah!)

28. I LOVE THIS: I smile at strangers.

29. I LOVE THIS: I try to remind myself every person I meet is fighting a harder battle, so to be kind.

30. I LOVE THIS/ACCOMPLISHMENT: I may not have made it to 30 without some scratches, but I got two new boobs in the process ;)



Like a fine wine, I plan to keep getting better with age.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

I learn from the best

If I had to describe the perfect scene for Hanukkah, it would be a house full of light, love and laughter. It would be a warm home, lit from the inside out, full of children running around, food cooking on the stove and people in every crevice and corner.

It would be our house last night.



There is no other way to describe our 2014 Hanukkah party, other than it was the perfect Hanukkah scene. If our house were made of cloth, it would have been bursting at the seams.



What a beautiful way to welcome Adele into the world. What a beautiful way to show her the love we have in our lives. What a beautiful way to show her that when you put love out there, it will be returned to you.

I may have been running around like a mad woman last night, but I loved it. And trust me, I don’t always love it. Most of the time I do, but not always. I’ve hosted many a party in my day, and yes, it is stressful. I often feel that most of my joy comes from the planning, preparation and anticipation, and when the party arrives, I miss out on a lot of the fun because I am holding down the fort. However, it didn’t feel that way last night, even though we had some 40 people in our home, including children of all ages. Each guest or family brought food and our friends Sarah and Rob were in the kitchen all night turning over falafel, knishes, semolina muffins and doughnuts. Food and people were arriving in droves. We were emptying wine bottles faster than I could bring coats upstairs. Between keeping track of who was holding Adele and which baby’s cry was hers, I was dodging children left and right, and traveling from room to room to make sure people were eating and happy and eating.




 I loved it because this is what I want for Adele. I want her to see what happens when you open your home to friends. When you share your holiday traditions with people of all ages and faiths and backgrounds.

Needless to say, this will be our tradition. Yes, we skipped a few years between 2011 and now, but I think it’s safe to say the Millers throw a kickass Hanukkah party.

And where did I learn it from?



My grandmother, who has been throwing a family Hanukkah party for as long as I can remember. What started out as a few-family affair in her apartment has since turned into a 30-50 people event, complete with singing and the present game. My grandma spends the entire year preparing the Hanukkah party, including buying each and every gift for the game. Is it stressful for her? Yes. But she does it and she loves it. Why? Because it’s what she wants for her family.







Tuesday, December 16, 2014

My favorite holiday begins tonight! Happy Hanukkah 2014

Hanukkah 2011

Hanukkah 2011

Happy Hanukkah!

In 2011 we hosted our first Hanukkah party at our old house, before Campbell and before Adele. Now, three years later we are doing it again!

We are expecting nearly 40 people on Wednesday at our home. I am so excited to share my favorite holiday with Adele. It's amazing how much has changed since 2011: now we are married, in a home we built, with a dog and a baby. We couldn't be more blessed. 

And that guy on the right in the top picture? That's Mike, and he just got engaged!!!!! MAZEL MAZEL! We love you, buddy! And we miss that crazy Hanukkah vest of yours.

And the second picture: me with Lauren, who will be celebrating with us on Wednesday. We have the best friends in the world, and again, we couldn't be more blessed as this holiday approaches.

From our family to yours, happy holidays!

Love,
Marjie 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

I ran 13.1 miles and I didn't even chip my pedi

My first half marathon - Dec. 7, 2014

Written Tuesday, Dec. 9:

It’s taken me the past two days to become a person again, or at least enough of a person again to write a blog post about Sunday, the day I absolutely did run the hell out of my first half-marathon!

My goal was just to finish. My other goal was to maintain a 9-10 minute mile, taking into account hills, cold and wind. My other goal was to finish between 2 hours and 15 minutes and 2 hours and 30 minutes.

I finished in 2:02:40!

Race day breakfast: blueberries, a whole banana, coconut, walnuts, dried dates and raisins, and almond butter atop a bowl of oatmeal.


I feel so relieved. So happy. And yet I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet that I ran 13.1 miles just two days ago. Because I continue to be surprised at how my body is SO OUT OF WHACK RIGHT NOW. Like, why do I feel this way? Oh yeah, because I pushed myself and I pushed myself hard.

My lungs and stomach were (and still are) most bothersome, starting right after the race. Both an upset stomach and sore lungs following a race are normal.

Sore lungs: I pushed myself HARD up hills and breathed in cold air for more than two hours. Lungs feel a little better today, but boy did they hurt on Monday.

Upset stomach: again, completely normal. For me, anyway. I get an upset stomach after a long run but it usually goes away that night. Well this has lasted until this morning (Tuesday). All the nerves plus the anxiety plus the running and everything sloshing around plus the gross 5-hour energy I took plus my not-so-normal diet the day before.

My legs were sore Sunday and Monday; today they feel a lot better.

Other things I expected (and have experienced during 6-10 mile runs) were blisters between my toes and a sore upper back and neck. I didn’t have any of those.

I was surprised by the lack of foot pain, and also by the amount of lung and stomach pain.

But AH yes, it was so worth it!

So race day was gorgeous. It was in the mid-30s and sunny. The ground was dry, the sky was clear. It was cold but I didn’t feel it. My cousin Ethan ran it with me and kept me on pace, on target and motivated the whole way through. After mile 3 I started to have some fun and enjoy myself, especially running by open fields and cows. At about mile 6 I started to feel like I wanted to be done. But I quickly changed my thoughts to something else and just kept running. Just running, running, running. Enjoy the people, enjoy the scenery.

Ahhhhh... so addicted to that finish line!


The last few miles were hilly, followed by the hell hill at mile 11: a hill so steep I couldn’t tell if my legs were moving (they were). I had been warned about this hill. Everybody talks about this hill. It’s a constant steep, curvy hill that continues to curve up and up and up. I knew it was coming so I just pumped as hard as I could. And I think I only said “holy shit” once.

Then I saw the top of the hill and I knew at that point the finish line was close. Once I caught my breath after the hill and got reoriented in the world, my RunKeeper read 12.8 miles. I had always envisioned a strong finish, especially for this. I tried, I really did, to pick up my pace for a strong finish. And I ran as hard as I could. I couldn’t run any faster. In all of my previous runs, from 5Ks to 10Ks to Tour de Pink to the 10 miler, the finish line is what does it for me. Seeing the flags and the people line the road: that gets me PUMPED to the max. And I was this time. But I honestly couldn’t push any more. But I crossed the finish line with my legs high in the air and a smile on my face.

I don’t remember much else DURING the race: just that I kept focusing on running and kept telling myself it’s OK if it hurts because THIS is the day it’s supposed to hurt, THIS is the day I put everything into. THIS is the day where it all comes together – all the training I’ve done plus all the running I’ve done since my first 5K in 2011. It was all for that day. So I focused on that. I said to myself THIS is the day I can let myself hurt and be exhausted and push so hard. THIS is the day to run the hell out of the half marathon.

Ethan kept me notified of our pace, when we needed to speed up, and tips for form, as well as things to keep me motivated. “Only a 10K left.” I told him I would be happy when we were at the part where he said “only a 5K left.” When that time actually happened I was NOT impressed. 3.1 more miles?! SERIOUSLY?!!!!! Because it wasn’t just that hill that was rough at mile 11; in general the whole course was pretty hilly, especially towards the end with rolling hills. So I had already done a lot of hard pushing even before I approached the hill. I had already done a lot of hard pushing when I got to the 10 mile mark.

So after 10 miles I don't know what was going through my head. Just that I needed to keep going because I wanted to be done! The energy was fantastic, though, and I made some friends during the race.

Sean and Adele at the finish line! They both cheered me on the entire way!


Written Wedneday, Dec. 10:

Where am I today? Trying REALLY hard NOT to sign up for another race. Yes, I’m serious. I told myself once I finished my half marathon I was going to RELAX and not train for a while. Why? Because with Adele and our schedule I don’t have time right now to adequately train for anything, and trying to squeeze in training makes me more stressed and upset. I KNOW this. So I am actually crossing OFF my list the Rodney Myers 10 miler in March and not signing up for any race until July: the Firecracker 4K I run every 4th of July. I know I need this break; I just have to remind myself I do.

When Adele is older and I have more adequate time to train, I will consider another 10K, 10 or 11 miler or half-marathon. YES, I will. But not now. Now I take a break from training. I’ve been training for something, whether it was Tour de Pink (my first 10K right before that) or my 10 miler last March or my half marathon, or random 5Ks, for the past two years. I’ve literally been in training for the past two years. IN ALL CAPS: TIME FOR A BREAK. I want to focus on Adele and not squeeze in runs Saturday and Sunday mornings (Adele time) or weekday evenings (Adele time). My training is done. My race is over. Time to relax.

In the meantime I will run leisurely just for fun and fitness because I love running. But I won’t be training for anything. And I won’t be signing up for anything. I am going to run for the fun of it. Whenever I can. Which actually might not be until spring. And it might be only one run a month. And I am SO OK with that.

So today, Wednesday, I feel pretty much back to normal; 99 percent. Sunday it was my legs and tummy. Monday it was my lungs and tummy. Tuesday it was my lungs and tummy (such an upset stomach I had to skip coffee – entirely – on Tuesday. Yes, that happened.) Today my tummy is back to normal. Legs don’t hurt. Lungs are back to normal.

The excitement is still there. I am completely aware of how hard I pushed myself and that if and when I do another half, I won’t be as sick afterwards because I will have had adequate time to train.

Or maybe all people who run halfs need three days to recuperate?

I feel good. I feel accomplished. After all, this was my ONE LAST THING. And now I can focus on other things. I wanted to run 13.1 before my 30th birthday. I did that. I wanted to finish a half marathon. I did that. I wanted to run for myself. I did that.

I’ve proven to myself that breast cancer didn’t put a dent in my step. I proved that when I continued to run 5Ks after my diagnosis, moving up to a 10K, a 10-miler and then a half-marathon. I proved that when I rode 213 miles on my bike, from Philadelphia to Washington, D.C.

There have been lots of ways I heal from the breast cancer, and running is only one part of it. Running is the physical part, the control part, the my-body-my-rules part.

Other healing comes from this blog, from speaking at events, from sharing my story, from volunteering, from taking on new jobs and experiences, from making new friends, from going after what I want in life, for aiming high, for loving fully and from embracing imperfection.

Post-race: what's the best way to recover after a half marathon? Cuddle with your baby!


And running, in itself, is just a part of my life now. Like shopping or coffee, running makes me happy. Running feels good. I’ll always run. And now I need to say thank you to my body for getting me through 13.1 fast and windy and hilly miles. And give it a rest.

There’s a reason I feel the urge to keep signing up for races. Clearly. And I don’t know why, nor do I care. The important thing is I know when to give it a rest. When to say no. No thank you. No, sir.

I know when to scale back. And I know now is the time to do so. My body and mind tell me that training for another race won’t benefit me now. I get that.

In my heart of hearts I trust running will always be there. I don’t need to make it a priority. I don’t need to lasso it in.

It will be there when I’m ready for it. When the time is right.

Like a good cup of coffee. Like a nice pair of shoes. It has to feel right. It has to fit. It has to go down smoothly. I’ll know when it’s time.


Until then I bask in the glory. I ran 13.1 miles and I didn’t even chip my pedi.
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