Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I hope everyone had a great Memorial Day..Mine was action packed and eventful.

I will just go into the straight big news but first I have to explain why it is big news..

I have been a dancer since I was three years old. I have a jazz dancers body (so not a ballerina lol) and that is what I always thought it was built for. When I was a hard core dancer is gave me direction and purpose and goals to look forward to. I have medals and trophies and memories and all that but when it ended I just resorted to gym exorcize to keep me sane and my girly figure in tact. But I had no goals to look forward to; it was just go to the gym everyday do 30-45 minutes of cardio and then weights.

So six months or so ago I started jogging on the treadmill. I was sore and tired after three miles but I got this crazy thing in my head that I was going to start training for a half marathon and then do a full marathon. Dude I was slow and could barely run three miles because running is very different than the Stairmaster or elliptical machine. So I went out and joined a running team and started training for a half marathon. I cant begin to tell you how many times I was so scared going to the river trail on Saturday morning because on that day we had a five miler and I had never done that before. And the day we had eight I panicked. But running did a ton for me (as I keep saying).

To explain - I am a girl who has to have high thread count sheets, who puts special lotion on her body morning and night, who wears 20-dollar panties just because I like them. I can’t lift heavy objects, am overprotected and such, and get lost in my own town. My sweats are even girly. I am a total girly girl in short. But when I am running I look horrid and don’t even care, and after the race yesterday I really looked dreadful. But I didn’t care! I felt great. I felt beautiful just because this little dancer body ran with the real runners…and did a damn good job at it! I mean I was STRONG! WOO HOOO!!

Yesterday I ran 13.1 miles, a half marathon. I ran the one of the hardest half marathons in California because 6 of the miles are a solid uphill the entire time. But I did it!

Sorry proud gushing moment for me!

How did the race go?

Miles one through five – Felt really good. Went a little too fast had to watch my pacing

Miles five through seven – Whew its getting a little hot out here, this is a hilly course, had to stop to pee in a porta poty (I never use those)

Miles eight – ten – ok this hill is tough, pain is starting, kinda tired..take some runners goo.

Mile eleven – ok four more miles four more miles..will this hill ever end? They never said anything about a hill this bad! This is a mountain! Oh that guy in front of me is gorgeous. Nice butt. Nice body. No shirt. Mind starts wondering. Whew got through that mile so fast! Am now convinced I only got through this mile quick because a hot guy with a super hot body was running shirtless in front of me and his ass was fabulous.

Mile 12 – OK two more fucking miles. I am nuts. This hill can kiss my ass except I wouldn’t feel it because it went numb a mile ago. What the hell did I get myself into? I am graceful and posed why did I think I would be able to do this? Stupid. Tired. This has got to be bad for my face remind yourself Rachel to do a face mask later to get this grime out. Ouch my feet are hurting. Ok its almost over Rachel you can do this you can do this. Screw this hill. Damn it is so hot Id rather be running this naked.

Mile 13 – ok almost there almost there almost there…euphoria kicking in, going a little faster


I don’t have my professional photos back yet but some friends and my parents had taken some. I was not sure if I should post them here. For starters try to picture me as follows:

Hair a mess
Soaking wet (from sweat and water)
Puffy (running that much causes puffy faces and hands and feet)
Half naked
In pain

You get the idea

But I have never felt more beautiful and strong ever. Cause I just had ran a half marathon, half of which was a steep uphill.

I am not nuts though so I won’t post the picture of me about 10 seconds after crossing the finish when I looked like I might keel over. Though D says I still look sexy in it but he is trying to pull me so he’d say anything. And frankly I don’t believe him LOL

Instead I will be brave and show you all me and some runners in the beer garden about 20 minutes after we finished. I still look wretched and about to keel over, but my breathing had at least gone back to normal. No judging people!! And hey the beer guy gave me his number – so it couldn’t have been that bad haha.

Anyways, I am now resting at home, and feeling really damn good and proud of myself. I have another half marathon in October and then the full one after that.

Allright time for a spa day, I need to be pampered. I need a massage and a facial and a pedicure and a mani. A mud bath would be nice too. My butt needs a massage too, it is still numb. So are my feet though. Pamper me please.


D said...

you know at some point mentioning my name wouldn't kill you i mean it's not like anyone knows who the hell i am. well besides your brother and if memory serves i think he's clever enough to see through this d business.

Otherwise seriously I am proud of you and not because I'm trying to pull you, well not just because i'm trying to pull you. Seriously though well done

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though i would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit But my gosh dont you know it

couldnt resist

Anonymous said...

I am so incredibly proud of you Rach. Seriously, you're an amazing woman. Absolutely incredible... I'll get those discs to you soon.

You know who this is... ;)

Anonymous said...

whats with these anonymous comments?

Its ruining my game!

For a girl who can't hang up a picture frame and spends hours making her skin soft I have to say, you amaze me.

And for the record - I am trying to "pull" (what the hell is that) you. I'm just waiting till you let your little guard down.

Hell I am proud of you too my little dancer!

rabbitfish said...

I am so proud of you. Who the hell cares how you look - not even the point. What courage, what perserverance, what tenacity, what insanity. I'm in awe. And tonight when I'm slogging through my two miles at 3.7 mph on my treadmill, I will know what a total loser I am. Oh, and if you go out with the beer guy, I'm gonna kill you!!! Love you, M

Rachel Heather said...

ok seriously

my mother just IM'd me saying:

"OK i am not very cool so what does someone trying to 'pull' you mean" ?


and Rabbit - the beer guy was a hot bartender but no worries you wont have to kill me :)

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Well congratulations to you!!! That is fantastic! It obviously made you feel fabulous and deservidly so...

For papering? Go to "Two Bunch Palms"....Desert Hot Springs...It is fabulous and expensive, too I'm sorry to say, but you get any all kinds of pampering you can imagine! It's a lovely setting, too.

D said...

a noun
Word used to describe the successful act of attracting a person to such an extent that you would be able to snog or perhaps shag them if you so desired.

shpprgrl said...

You go girl! I'm proud for you!

Rachel Heather said...

D - thanks for that nice definition. My mother reads my blog and now thinks a Euro is trying to shag me ;) ..oh wait...oh nevermind...

Old lady of the hills - Thanks for that advice. I am going to look into that spa...ahhhh bliss thy name is spa day.

everyone - thanks for the nice words :) It means a whole lot to me

and thanks for not judging my horrid pics:)

Steve said...
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Steve said...

Way to go Rach, you have accomplished what few will even attempt and you are just starting! No question you are one strong and determined person(but we are still going to be overprotective, ha). Oh, and you couldn't possibly look bad I think the bartender settles that