Colorado is where I live and I absolutely love it here.
But it isn't where I was born and raised and whenever I think about my childhood and my "home", I instantly think about this awesome place ....
Why yes, it is Iowa. The state is pretty easily identifiable. I grew up in Davenport - that tiny far eastern tip of the state (pink dot-ish. Sorry, I'm just learning how to use MS Paint).
Ah, Iowa. I love being from Iowa. Iowans are good people and I'm proud to be one of them. My ancestors were dairy farmers; I have very fond memories of visiting my grandmother in NE Iowa (green dot on map) and my life along the Mississippi River.
|Blackhawk Bridge connecting Wisconsin to Lansing, in NE Iowa|
But I still have good friends who live there. Very special friends I have kept in touch since high school...including this one, Karen, who flew to Boston to be there for support when I ran my first Boston Marathon in 2009.
|After a Red Sox game|
I love these girls; they are as real as it gets when it comes to being a friend.
So when another high school friend, Tim, asked me if I was interested in doing the Hawkeye 50k race he was putting on to raise money for the Lupus Foundation this spring in Iowa City, I immediately got excited and got the brain cells working up ways I could actually do this thing.
I found a frequent flyer ticket; I talked other Iowans in joining me (C2Iowa for instance. Praying his knee behaves and he can do this thing!); and begged a former client and dear friend, Tommy O., to run with me the entire way so I don't get lost and to help pass the hours by quicker....
So THIS Thursday... I am flying HOME, people - back to Iowa - to run my first 50k on St. Patrick's Day!
And despite the fact I'm in absolutely no condition to run this thing .... I'm not even nervous.
Because, you see.... these very special people will be there. With me. Karen and Meg and Race director Tim and C2Iowa and Tom....
I know I couldn't do this thing without them.
I am so lucky to be from Iowa. Lucky for special friendships
I can't wait to go home.
It's been one very trying year for this girl, I can't wait to go home to my roots....
31.6 miles? *shrugs* I got this!!
On different note, I ran one of my favorite races on Sunday, the Running of the Green 7k. I've run this about 6 times now, I think - maybe 7. 7000 people in a sea of green. So much fun. Sunday was yet another slow race in my continuation to perform sucky...BUT, I paced better than last week's 5k, I felt better than last week....and it was a fantastic sunny, warm day in Denver - finally! A great morning of speed work, shared with friends.
Until then, I hope you all run strong!!!