Oh no she didn't...
Oh yes she did.
Its been a goal of mine for about 3 years. Every race I've run, every hot run I've done, I wanted to run in a bra top.
Before yesterday, I was never pleased with my body. This jiggled or that bounced.
I was convinced that everyone was going to be staring and laughing and judging.
So yesterday I was running with D and her baby Q.
It was very, very, hot. I was wearing a black long sleeved shirt. Smart, I knoow.
I casually mentioned that one day I'd like to be able to do this, and take my top off so I was only wearing a bra top.
I can't remember exactly what Danielle said..something about the moment.
And soo I insisted she wasn't allowed to look at me.
And I stripped off my topp, revealing parts of myself to the sunshine that hadn't seen sunshine for about 11 months.
And I ran.
And nobody stared at me, which put my mind at eaase.
And then I got into it.
So that's me. I can now run in just a bra top.
It may even become a regular occurance;)
Other updates: I'm still inspired. Who knows what's next.
My self expression and leadership program starts tomorrow.
I have mixed feelings, but mostly excited!!
Enjoy life friends!!
Tigrrr
Xoxo
The Feeling of Alive
I haven't posted anything of any substance in awhile.
And I don't really have anything to say except Ive run 3 times in the last 2 days.
Here's something I posted on facebook awhile back, and I enjoy it.
It’s the feeling you get when you’re running up another hill, you’re 4th in the 2km’s you’ve done so far. It’s the lactic acid building up, you’re lungs feeling more on fire with every breath you take. It’s your calf cramping up, the stitch under your liver, the unquenchable thirst. Your legs are lead, and you feel like you can barely lift them. Dodging the people in the park and on the streets is exhausting, and surely adds km’s to your run. Everything tells you to stop, begs you to stop.
But you keep pressing forward. You put up with the lactic acid, the fire in your lungs, the calf cramps and the stitch under your liver.
And then something changes. You can’t feel the lactic acid, or the burning lungs or the side stitch. You know it’s there but you chose to let it be. You’re legs instantly feel lighter, like you’re walking on air. The people you are dodging become a blur and you do it effortlessly. Instead of being aware of the pain, you push that out of your mind. Instead you feel the crisp breeze. You feel the warmth of the sun on your face. You listen to the birds, the stream, the laughter of the people enjoying the village. You forget all everything you were worried about before, and are present to the things you are grateful for. For family, friends, fresh air, good health. You are present to your own strength—in running and in life.
And that, that’s the feeling of alive.
Is Tigrrr alive out there?
Hi Folks,
Here's a quick little update.
I've not been feeling very comfortable in in my own skin. So, less junk food, more running.
I may or may not run the Mississauga Marathon.
Im looking for a second job to supplement the lack of hours at my current one.
I'm starting another program with landmark education. It's the Self Expression and Leadership Program. I'm very excited about that.
I'm pushing my firefighter goal up...September 2010.
Life is good, and I'm doing good.. I'm excited about life.
Boston Marathon was super inspiring. Perhaps a goal for the future.
Gotta go back to studying...
She's still alive
Guess who's still alive out there?!
That's right! It's Tigrrr. And she's doing better than ever. She's running, studying her firefighter text book, and is
probably
going to run a half marathon in May. Haven't signed up yet, but I know I'm capable of it.
Beyond that, I'm just excited about life. Things aren't always amazing, but it's just part of the journey.And there's always a few things about my day that I love, things that make me truthfully happy.
Here's my favourite quote of the present. Take from it what you will.
I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
P.S. When I'm not motivated to run, I call up my running buddy, and we take her baby in a stroller, and run to a place where they have magic cookies or icecream.
P.P.S. Check out my friend
Elle's blog. She pretty much rocks.
