The Very Very Beginning Pt2

So here I am, training for TM. 13 miles of obstacles and all I was capable of was jogging , maybe 3, 12 minute miles on a treadmill. Better stick to weight training and cross-fit, hopefully the running will come easy.

Jeez, I’m toast!

Now, I need to shout out my former boss, Mark, because he came into work that spring and pretty much told me that we are going to join the Niketown Madison Avenue run club.

Great idea Markie!

Now I’m burnt toast.

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Photo: If you work in the city, especially Midtown East, I highly suggest joining the Niketown run club… trust me, you will not regret it! #dream #believe #achieve

Like many newbie runners, I never hit the black top for distance because of common ailments of the shins. It’s not my fault! You experienced runners make the sport look so graceful, we beginners have this misconception that running ‘shouldn’t’ hurt. How dare you! haha

Well great, I’m all bragging about how tough and strong I am, and now I have to decline the mandatory offer from Mark to join this stupid club. This is going to go over real well…

Later that day…

My Outlook Calendar now has a re-occurring meeting for 620PM every Tuesday and Thursday for Nike Run Club. OK then, since that went over according to plan, I guess it is time to try out these neon free runs!

So now it’s some Tuesday in March. Central Park. 59th St at 5th Avenue. 50+ people.  From elite runner to the very very beginner, such as myself, we are all here to run! The club divides everyone into 3 groups; The run/walkers, who do about 2 miles. The intermediate, 4-5 milers. The elite 6-8 milers. Of course Mark suggested the 4 mile run. (Greattttttt) So I did what any employee would do for their boss… I ran.

To my surprise, my legs felt OK. Maybe just a little tingle up the shin. 

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Looking back, I am pretty sure it was my nerves that got me thru but, hey, I did it! And sure enough, Thursday rolls around and there I was, back at Central Park. Another 4 miles in! HMM, Maybe I CAN do this! I kept this routine going for 2 weeks and then added 3mile Saturdays with Jaime. In total, I was logging about 11 miles a week.

#amazeballs Maybe I do stand a chance with this Tough Mudder!

And I did!

In the interest of not writing a novel, here are some highlights of TM Pocono 2012!

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Photo: Jaime and I take a running start!

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Photo: Me, Look, No pain!

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Photo: OORAH Fochers

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Photo: Jaime and I. Electric Eel Obstacle

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Photo: Me and Jaime cross the finish!

 

As you can see, Jaime and I finished our first Tough Mudder! By May 2012 I enjoyed a new adventure with a best friend, made lasting friendships with new friends, realized how rad my boss is, and learned that I, in fact, can run! Maybe 2012 isn’t going to be that bad?

Insert comic cloud text above my head; How was I going to top the rest of the year?

Well, Thanks to a high school pal, JoAnna and the enthusiasm of my work pal, Emilie, I had just the answer.

Since I just completed 13 miles of obstacles, why not 13 miles of pavement?!

The Half Kraut. June 2012. Pennsylvania. Sounds good to me!

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Photo: Emilie. Myself. JoAnna. Philadelphia. Pre-race Meal. Yes, Mexican and Margies! (Who does that????)

$60 registration later… I was going to become an official half’thoner! Hopefully…

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Photo: Officially Official!

Stay tuned…

 

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The Very Very beginning.

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog. My name is Tara, I am a 31 yr old native Staten Islander currently living with my fiance, Michael, in the suburbs of central New Jersey. We have a newborn son, Vincent Joseph and we have 2 miniature dachshunds, Stitch and Patch.

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Photo: Michael, Myself and Vincent Joseph Christmas 2013. Our First Christmas!

As you follow my blog, you will learn all the quirky mannerisms, habits and tidbits, that make up my life. Hopefully you can relate to me or at the least find my life enjoyable. You must have some faith in me, I mean, you are here, already, right?! OK then, here I go!

Let’s start with faith. Think about this, Life is a journey down a path unknown. We get lost and learn from our mistakes. Where we end up, may not be where we expected. Sometimes it can be a good thing. Sometimes it’s a bad thing. Yet, we keep going. No matter how tired we are, how much we hurt, how much we want to give up, WE KEEP GOING. We may feel like the wind got knocked out of us, but we still push onward and live. This, all because we have faith… not the religious type, but faith in ourselves to do bigger and better things.

A few years ago, I began training for the ING NYC Marathon. Since then, I’ve come to notice that with all the ups and down of training for that one epic goal, I was personally going thru ups and downs just living day to day. Holy Crap- I am living my own marathon.

 

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Here is where my journey began…

Two years ago my life was very different. I was in a relationship that was toxic (for both of us) causing me to have a pretty bitter attitude, toward EVERYTHING. Knowing I was approaching 30, I went into crisis and was sure my life was doomed. (cue the violins) I always had great friends and family for support but sometimes you just can’t look past the ‘now’. And let me tell you, my ‘now’ SUCKED ROYALLY! So, I decided, since I wasn’t strong enough to leave my current situation, I’d take up a hobby; one that would take up ALL my time.

EUREKA! I got it, (drum roll please) TOUGH MUDDER! Yes, TM was my answer! Here I am, a 5ft nothing, maybe 110lbs, afraid to get my hair wet, high heel strutting, big hair don’t care, type of  girl and I have the brilliant idea that MUD will be my salvation! Of course I had my doubts, but if you know me, I HATE being told I can’t do something… so, having my very own brain tell me this may be the worst idea EVER,  I began training. TM was so out of my norm, it was just what I needed to get my mind away from the toxicity of my relationship.  

 

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Photo: Meet the Fochers

Considering I kinda hated my mother f@cking life, it seemed only right to become a member of, The Mudder Fochers TM team. The MFs consisted of guys and girls who were some how connected thru 3 degrees of separation. We all knew someone thru someone and recruited at least one of our own close personal friends. I have always been pretty lucky in the friends department. I am surrounded by friendships both new and old, who get along so well with each other, that our circle just grows. I recruited one of my best friends, Jaime. Also a fashionista, she was going to join me in becoming one BAD ASS MUDDER FOCHER!  (Yea B!ches!)

 

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Photo: myself and Jaime

So here we are, the Jersey girls prepping for TM Pocono 2012. Don’t get me wrong, we both were very health conscious and into fitness but to complete this military like obstacle course, we needed to get to running! So, some neon under armor and pink nike free runs later, the adventure began and so did my love affair with the pavement! This crazy idea of completing a tough mudder was about to sky rocket into something bigger!

 

Stay Tuned..

Take a moment and really appreciate where you are and where you have come from. Is it all you hoped for? Are you where you want to be?