• sisters on a mission.

  • Three sisters. One in Virginia. One in London. One in New York. None of whom wear shorts. Ever.

  • the mission?

    Running.
    Taking delight.
    Learning Italian.
    Getting to Italy.
    Wearing shorts.
    In Italy.
    June 2011.

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I DID IT!

Graduation days have to be some of the happiest of all days.  A feeling of both accomplishment for what you have achieved and nervous anticipation for what’s up next.  I’ve had a few myself – some with ceremonial cap and gown and lots of fellow graduates and others celebrated quietly on my own.

Today marked my final day of the C25K program.  Although the journey was only nine weeks, I still consider it a graduation.  No way would I have thought that I would be running for 30 minutes.  It has been so long since I did that – 8 years to be exact, and I have tried to get going so many times since then.  I guess I just was missing someone to run with.  Thanks girls.

Another milestone today.  I did my week 9 day 3 run in…..SHORTS!  Yes, shorts.  Navy blue running shorts I bought probably in 1999 – the kind with the built-in underwear of sorts.  Hilarious.  I tried them on and looked at myself in the full length mirror for a while.  Then I took them off at the sight of my legs. Put them on again.  Asked my son how they looked.  He checked me out and said I looked kind of funny (I don’t think he has ever seen me in shorts).  Hmmmm, they do kind of balloon out a bit and the dark blue made my legs look even whiter.  But, it was really hot, and I was looking for something special to mark the day so I left them on and quickly went out the door before I changed my mind (I also knew it was Sunday morning and was pretty sure it would be very quiet on the streets).  Maybe this would motivate me to run fast and get home before anyone woke up in London.

My goal was to cross Hammersmith Bridge.  I’ve run/walked to the bridge a few times, but never over it.  I started out with the usual shuffle feeling like 30 minutes would never come.  Finally I got to the bridge. Shoot. Stairs.  I tried to pretend I was Rocky Balboa running through the streets of Philadelphia (no I wasn’t listening to The Eye of the Tiger) and hustled up them.  Crossed the bridge.  Stopped for a quick look around the Thames and  headed back home because miss lady said I had reached the half way point about 3 minutes ago.  I was just starting to loosen up and enjoy myself….always takes me at least 15 to 20 minutes.  I even did an extra 2 minutes at the end just to prove I could.  Yippeee!  I DID IT!

Here’s my graduation cap I always run in and my old trusty headphones (from my walkman).  I couldn’t find any tassels to wear.  You didn’t really think I would put a picture of myself in the shorts getup.  I guess the only thing left to do now is to shoot for the 10K.

Grazie

I woke up this morning tired, achy, and kind of grumpy. I was up throughout the night with a throwing-up child. I was stiff from moving furniture and boxes the day before for a move that I didn’t want to do.  Today was Week 3 Day 1 and it was raining and cold…again.  I really didn’t want to go running, I just wanted to stay in my nice cozy bed. Well, maybe I’ll just get changed, take a look at the weather forecast, see what my sisters have been up to on the blog.  Just reading through their amusing and clever posts motivated me to put on my running shoes.

I thought about the Race for the Cure that Heather just finished (good for you girl!).  I had run this race before in California and remember the running Survivors and those running In Memory Of.  I thought again about Getting to run.  How lucky are we?  Quite honestly I didn’t totally enjoy my outing this morning, but I’m glad I did it and I felt much better afterwords.   So just a simple thanks this morning to my sisters for the inspiration (the Sullivan ones and all those other ones out there).

It’s okay to run in pants.

There’s something that happens

between this

and this.

And we think we are smack in the middle of it.
The middle.
It’s a perplexing place to be.
We think to begin to figure out this place, if indeed it can be figured, it’s going to require some muscle.
Might as well start with getting the flab less flabby.
Before we have no choice but to wear the grey habit.
Which will be fine someday.
These ladies look content.
But. And. Plus.

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Heather | I  loved to run when I was a kid.  Loved to run fast but not far.  For most of my adult life I’ve been psyching myself out of running altogether with a lot of great excuses.  Really – I have plantar fasciitis, practically no cartilage in one knee, etc. etc.   But in the fall of 2008, I signed up for a “Seal Team” fitness class for a couple of months and realized that, although I was slow, I could eventually work my way up to a few miles without passing out or limping.  We ran on dark trails on winter mornings.  It was a challenge and it felt good.  I became a fan of  Under Armour.

Then a slew of medical issues hit me and I was out of the running again.  Tack on meds, a crappy diet, stress, not taking time to work out and moving into my mid 40s and pretty quickly I vowed never to expose my legs in public.  Ever. Again.

I’m ready though to take back my body and lose the long pants.  My sisters and I have set a goal of running – in Italy!   Fueled by pasta and Prosecco, I know we can do it.

Cathlin | I’m a runner.  Ok, well, I used to be runner.  That however was when I was much younger (used to run with a walkman – that should tell you how many years ago it has been).  And  it was when I lived on the beach in Orange County where the sun always shone and I had nothing but time.  Then…..I had twins.  Moved to London.  Turned 40.  Years later, I still have my selection of running shorts and sports bras in my bottom drawer.  They have  survived many purges to Goodwill because I really have been planning to run again.

And now I have the motivation to do so – running with my sisters in Italy!  Which I hope is nothing like the running of the bulls in Spain.

My biggest problem however is my legs. Pasty-white (for God’s sake I live in London). Cellulite.  Spider-Veins.  Would this also require shaving?

Prego.

Colleen | I want to ride a scooter through the streets of Rome. In a skirt and heels with big sunglasses. And a scarf. I always run in pants. In Italy, I think I will run in a skirt. Without the scarf. With the sunglasses. Are we shooting for half-marathon? Good grief. 14 months. Help.