Well, I am not sure if anyone has viewed my video that I posted on YouTube about two weeks ago with family/friend photos themed to Melissa Etheridge's, "I Run for Life."
As quoted on her website,
"Ford asked me to write a song for their "Race for the Cure" initiative to raise funds and awareness for breast cancer charities. I wanted to write a song that was personal; climb into people's emotions and portray a woman who has had breast cancer but is out of it. The first verse is about a survivor. The second verse is from my own experience and the last verse is for those who have not been diagnosed or don't know anyone with breast cancer yet. We are all running for answers and to make the situation better."
In my own creation of a slideshow, I took people in my life who are living life to the fullest who have impacted me greatly. Every person I meet, as long as I take five minutes to talk to them and I am not annoyed, I feel like that we could get along and we could be friends, if they want to be my friend. Anyway, I started with my family's greatest accomplishment, we hiked Mt. Washington with our dog, George, in June 2011 and despite the 45 degree temperatures and 9 hours on the trail, we did it as a family.
We don't have the typical family but what is a typical family in 2013? My husband and I met just after he had gotten divorced at a road race and when we started dating, his daughters were living with him so that his ex-wife could save enough money to buy a house that the girls could live in long-term. The girls would be able to go to junior high and high school at the same school. For military children, this is almost unheard of, but they are going to be able to do it. Right now, I get to spend 5.5 weeks with them and even though they are teenagers, I think we have a general understanding most of the time, but I think they know that I love them and have their best interest in mind regardless of our disagreements. I know that I am not their mom so I try to best carry out the same rules that their mom has yet, as their stepmom, I can challenge them to look at things differently and ultimately to be better people in the long run by challenging them to do things outside their comfort zone. My husband is just grateful to see his daughters as he was gone a lot of their childhood at war in Afghanistan and Iraq and was on a UDP cycle in Japan for his younger daughter's birth. He is a great father and that is one of the reasons that I married him.
So back to running.
I have been running competitively since I was nine years old. It started out on a track in Hampton, NH with a coach whose own dreams had been shattered by a traumatic motorcycle accident. I was a hyperactive child and I love sports so running track was just another sport to me. I thought it was cool that we had relays that we did together as a team yet there were events we did on our own and it was entirely up to us as individuals to do well. In team sports, as I got older, I got very frustrated because as a outside back in soccer, I would get blamed for a lot of mistakes and I did not like individually taking the burden of something that happened to the entire team. So for me, being an internally motivated child, track and field was the perfect sport. It was never about winning to me. It was about the journey getting there rather than the fact that we may or may not have gotten medals/ribbons, etc. Although, because we worked hard, there was only one year in Hershey Track that our team did not place in the top six in the state. Coach Jeff taught us how to have fun and how to do handoffs. Due to Coach Jeff's scrutiny and praise, we rarely dropped the baton.
After my second year of Hershey Track, my relay team had placed second in the state and I had won the state softball throw title. Despite losing, we still enjoyed our season of practice because the entire time while practice handoffs in Coach Jeff's neighborhood, we thought we were going to be part of a Got milk? commercial and each day we would come up with slogans that would help us uniquely hand off the baton. Individually, I had tried the softball throw and by luck or something greater, I ended up winning the state title, in bright purple spandex, nonetheless. I didn't throw very far so I did not make the national meet but it was still cool and I got a blue ribbon. Not only did my team do well but we had multiple Hampton relay teams place in the top six in the state. We may not have had the fastest kids (although we sometimes did), the handoffs were spot on, in the zone, and made it around the track all 400m without touching the ground.
After the Hershey Track season, I was encouraged by my first boyfriend's mom, Lisa, to enter a one mile road race. She was the race director and her son and a lot of the other good athletes from Hampton Falls and Hershey Track would be running. Being a tomboy, I found any opportunity to race against the boys to be a thrill. So I went with my mom and picked up Danny and we went to Hampton Falls to represent North Hampton in the Hampton Falls one-mile race.
I wore those same bright purple spandex that I wore for Hershey track and a white shirt that had small holes in it because it had been a hot summer and my lucky Atlanta Olympics sports bra. We showed up at Danny's house and he just looked at me and said, "Heidi, what are you wearing?"
I don't believe that we talked the rest of the car ride but we rode in silence until we reached Lincoln Akerman School and then exited the car, signed up for the race and got excited about running.
I would say if Danny was still alive, if Danny hadn't smoked so many cigarettes, if Danny had kept running, he could have run in college, but that was not his fate. He died at sea on his 21st birthday on his deep sea fishing boat, doing what he loved. Although I do know there may have been some drama surrounding his death, but for those who knew him and loved his charisma, RIP DM.
So we walked out to the start and the race director gave all of us under 12 our race instructions and where we were supposed to turn around and what not and we lined up in about the way we thought we would finish. I lined up a few rows back, not knowing how I would fair at a one mile race, and we were off.
The race itself is a blur, we made it to the turn around, and then it was up and over the I-95 bridge with 400m to go and an uphill finish into the Lincoln Akerman parking lot. I heard, "And here she comes, the first girl, Heidi."
I looked up at the clock, "6:49."
I had come in just behind Billy and J.P. and they were both respectable soccer players and people I had been asked to guard in basketball so I felt accomplished. Britney, Jessy and Sarah made up the 2nd, 3rd and 4th place girls and they had all done Hershey track with me over the summer so it was really cool to see people I knew do so well. Danny, well, he got 3rd overall. He got beat by a Lago (not Scotty) and some boy from Maine with blonde hair and he didn't win so he was a little disappointed. All of Coach Jeff's kids who were old enough to run participated and Eamon, Seamus and Devinne watched from the stroller or walking around with their parents.
For me, it was the first time that I had competed against girls and boys in the same race and because I was a girl I did better than my friends (who were mostly boys). I had never really thought that I couldn't do what the boys did because when I skipped a grade, they were my friends and they were who I played football with at recess. They were the people who played Carmen Sandiego with me on the computer at breaks in Mrs. Bealand's room and Emmanuel was the first one to break it to me that, "Heidi, no one cares about the square mileage of Alaska."
For me, running has always been a freedom that I get to enjoy when I am feeling good and I am very grateful to be an American citizen to have that freedom everyday. It has never been a punishment of eating too much or a way to lose weight. It's been a reason to be outside and enjoy the beauty around me. For a while, maybe my parents were preventing me from being obese, as they were both overweight or obese my entire life; or maybe, I learned how to have fun running with coach Jeff and working hard was just part of the process, not a punishment.
For those of you who are taking on a running journey or any lifetime sport for that matter, start it because you want to, not because you have to. Pick a race that donates money to a cause you want to support with more than just a check. Also, be proud that you are able to run for more than 3 miles straight (in that first 5k) because when you can do this, you are already a hero, and definitely one in your own mind.
Take Care and Just Keep Running,
-Heidi