Sunday 9.26.2010. Allelujah, it’s Sunday
In Bartonville, one of the ordinances for gas is no fracing on Sundays.
It’s chilly, it’s 66 degrees. I love it.
I just finished my 3:30 run for today. It was awesome, the last two miles were incredibly painful, the last 3, were less painful because I found myself texting and doing work to take my mind of things.
With no fracing, and 66 degrees, I’m symptom free around the house, outside of the house, and finally, oh finally, I was able to open the windows and get some fresh air into this place. Mmm. Fresh air.
On my idegenous run today I recognized that I will begin a new page of blog. It will begin tomorrow. It will be titled: “A Different Kind of Race”. And it will be above this blog on my drop down menu.
I am a coach, I am also trying to save a community and most importantly trying to keep my family and I safe.
May 11th, 2010 I was outside Holts Residence for 20 minutes holding a “say NO to Urban Drilling” sign for 20 minutes at 7:30 AM and at that time, something happened, I was exposed, or it is hypothesized that I suffered an acute exposure to drilling chemicals that now make me sensitive, or “allergic” to those same chemicals when I am exposed to them. May 13th I was at the same site, doing the same thing, at the same time for over 2 hours, and I had the same symptoms for over 5 hours. These symptoms did not go away until I arrived in Fort Myers, Florida to visit my Grandmother.
Ever since then, I’m the lucky one, the canary. The truth is that my air sample is bad enough to sue on, and it’s supposed to be tough to sue on air. We’re trying to get the Town to test the 8 shallow wells we have been using for summer for MBAS, and this has been a major pain in my, just say it rhymes.
But I recognize that most of you are interested in what I do for a living, and what I am doing to get myself ready for my next race. So please visit my blog of “A Different Kind of Race” and make sure my journey to the finish line is smooth and safe because this is truly the most important race of my life. A race to ensure that our American Dream does not become an American Nightmare. And so my journey can better serve those with the same trial and tribulations and helping to ensure, that we all have clean water for our future and clean air that we can breath. Everyday, not just Sunday.
Today I ran 20 miles in 3 hours and 30 minutes. This included my pit stops. When an old lady who has never run so far in her life ran a 10:30 with pit stops. Not bad. After today’s run they say, “you’re ready for a marathon”. I don’t think so. Think about how much those last couple of miles hurts every time I add 10% on. Only 10%. Now you’re talking 6.2 miles. That’s a 10k. No wonder many, oh, so many people on their first marathon suffer so much on those last 6.2 miles (10k). It’s too much of an increase in time, with too long of a taper.
Now that’s the stuff you’re interested in, I’m sure.
Love and Peace