A New Book! A New Race! Same Cat.
It has been nearly a full year since the last blog post so . . . yeah, decided maybe it was time to check in again!
The long hiatus was a combination of life and more life. I would like to blame the Gray One (a.k.a. Sweets), and how much she loves climbing on me every time I sit down to the computer. Well, anything really, but the computer is her favorite, along with books. There is something about firm edges that she really likes.
But, a quick update before I start lovingly petting Sweets again. The second book in the Where Faith Leads You series is currently in its final edits! I cannot squeal loudly enough to express how excited I am! With a Pinch of Love will take place back in New Orleans, where Hazel’s friend Lana is coping with the sudden absence of her best friend, a new pressure at her patisserie, and an inconvenient love interest of her own. Somehow, the edits have taken longer than the writing, but I guess that is how it goes! Please join us again for a new story full of love, laughter and, of course, lots of beignets. The very minute it is available, I will let you know. I hope you enjoy it – bon appetit!
The other big news is that, after a long break in running (injuries are no fun!), I’ve signed up for a half marathon in October. Can I run at least six miles now? No. But I still think I will be able to in October, plus 7.1 more. That is what blind confidence is. Plus, I’m dedicated to training properly this time, with no pushing through extreme pain or improper nutrition. Even better than last time, the race is a fundraiser for the New Orleans Children’s Hospital Cancer Program. The race proceeds go to the hospital, and I’ll be attempting to raise additional money for the program as well.
This blog will be updated as I attempt to go from running two miles once per week (if that) to going for 13.1 straight. Without a stopping for a nap, or a coffee break, or hang out with the family. Nothing.
It will be hard, but no nearly as hard as what the families at the Cancer Program are facing. If you would like to contribute, donations are accepted here www.crowdrise.com/running-cancer-out-of-town/fundraiser/JaneCummins. If you are in the New Orleans area, or up for a trip, you can sign up for the race here www.jazzhalf.com!
Come join me – nuttiness loves company!
And if your thoughts are along the lines of “I can’t run a half marathon,” then, well, I’m in that place too. I don’t know if I can do this. After cuddling Sweets for a full hour this morning I finally dragged myself outside for two very hard miles. Some people end their workouts looking like models.
Me? I was extremely grateful to be sitting down, and looked like this, only a bit more red.
But, the race is 160 days away (who’s counting?), so plenty of time to get better.
I’ve starting pre-training for the race as the epically nasty cough goes away. I’ve got my Brooks Ghost 8 running shoes, plenty of socks, and a firm intention to finish this strong. But, that cough is . . . well, cough isn’t really a strong enough word. An alien attempting to escape my esophagus would be better to describe it. Did you know that it is possible to cough so much that you shake and break into a sweat? To cough until your abs hurt? To cough until you vomit up the ice cream that you just ate to because your throat is sore from all that coughing?
You did? Smarty-pants. I didn’t, but I sure do now.
But it is possible that last weekend was not the best environment to care for a cough. I was, after all, helping out some of the coolest people in the world, Mary and the family at the TeaBucha tent at Veggie Fest in NOLA! It was so much fun that I forgot to take pictures! Of course, a big part of my “job” was playing with my almost four-year-old niece and holding the nearly eight-month old nephew while the other adults did the work, but that is an arrangement that I cannot argue with!
But, chasing a 3 ¾ year old around a playground in the NOLA heat and humidity might not have been the best thing to nurse the cold. Neither was the late flight that was then delayed, so I didn’t arrive back at my apartment until 3:30 in the morning. Hrm.
On the plus side, I’ve been developing a strong relationship with cough drops, and if you need some in the future, I recommend Halls. Not because of the flavor, but they do write inspirational phrases on the wrapping. If even the cough drop company doesn’t think that a cough should slow me down, then I guess I don’t have much of an excuse to miss a run.
So, I ran 2.17 miles this morning. Came back sweaty (as pictured above), and ready for coffee.
Speaking of which . . . talk to you all later!