Back to the drawing board.

When I was in Oregon on Catherine's grandmother's farm I was so excited to land in MD and hit the ground running....literally. I had talked to Catherine's marathon running father and he gave me one of the most amazing pep talks of my life. I ran for recreation my senior year of high school and loved it. After high school life got in the way and I found myself very out of shape. Many people scoffed at that statement but when I would get winded after walking up a few stairs I told them they had no idea what they were talking about. For some reason the thought of how I would feel after running a mile was not appealing when i felt horrible just carrying the groceries in from the car and no one could talk me into returning to my old hobby and tennis shoes.

This is where if you are a male and get embarrassed reading about girly things you will want to stop reading now and find a more masculine blog. My marathon training has started off pretty slow, but hey! I figure since I am getting back in the saddle after 5 years I should start off slow. While I was getting ready for my last run I could not find my sports bra ANYWHERE. I am in desperate need of a new one but that is besides the point. I can NOT go running with out one. I hate that feeling and feel like a moron running down the street with my arms crossed over my chest. I was determined to go on this run and kept searching the house as the sun went down! I saw an ace bandage on our Ottoman and got an idea. I was rather pleased with my creativity at that moment and called for Rachel to come help me wrap it around my torso. I grabbed my new CD and went out side for an evening jog.

The beginning of the run was slow going but optimistic. I was having trouble breathing but felt very supported. It was all in the name of my marathon I told myself. Half way through I knew we may have problems as my make shift "Haines sport" began to slide. I kept tugging and pulling it up hoping I would make it through the run but quickly realizing I was loosing the fight with gravity. A little while later with about a third of my run to go I had given up and ran with an ACE bandage sagging around my stomach and my arms crossed over my chest laughing at my "great idea".

It's been a while since I've gone for a run because I am still working out the kinks on my newest Idea to fix the missing sports bra problem. You would think I would just go to the store and buy a new one but it is rare for me to find one that fits and when I do they are usually way out of my poor college student price range. I went to walmart and found one that I think gives pretty good support, however it was about 8 inches to big in the band. I grabbed the bra, a needle, and some thread and started to fix it. I finished and it was my perfect size! However the new 30" band that would fit my very petite rib cage doesn't fit over my shoulders. I was not deterred and thought of a new solution. (that one didn't work either) Tomorrow I plan on fixing it a third time and this time to should work.

This marathon better be worth all the trouble, pricked finger tips, and nights eating ice cream while sewing the perfect sports bra! I don't think Catherine's dad had this problem getting started.