Signs, signs, everywhere the signs

Race Report


Another Half Marathon is in the books – number 7.  Far from my best and a little ways from my worst in terms of time but my aftermath attitude is better than any.  I was scared until the gun went off because I knew I was undertrained by anyone’s standards.  I realized that since my Ashtanga Yoga Retreat in September, I really had not been doing the long runs. I experienced strong short ones and did lots of core work and yoga. But here is no substitute for time on your legs.  So, I dropped my expectations and showed up thinking I knew I would finish.  The rest was up in the air.  And that was okay. 

Because I didn’t wear my Garmin (broken) and had no strict time goals, I enjoyed (almost) every step.  One aspect of race experience I love is reading the signs along the way.  I’ve decided the nicest, most clever, and nastiest (but funny) people make posters and line race courses.   Here are some favorites from Saturday:


  • Smile, if you peed a little.  (I saw 2 runners getting their picture taking in front of it when I passed)
  • It this were easy, it would be called:  ‘your mom’.
  • Camel toe check here.
  • Chuck Norris never ran a marathon.
  • You don’t sweat brown.  (ewww.)
  • You’re almost finished.  Go faster.  ‘That’s what she said.’

Hand’s down, my very favorite parts were:


Seeing my youngest, Jane at Mile 10.  (Thanks, Larry!!!)



Seeing, Megan


Mike Richmond 2012 a

Knowing my husband (blue shirt/black shorts, nice butt) was rocking his race (way) ahead of me.  (Thanks, Larry!!)

I wasn’t just trying to get through this one.  I was enjoying most aspects of the journey.  So much so I know I have another full marathon left in me.  Just one more.  That’ll be three, to match my children.  And maybe a half ironman.  (There, I said it.  Again.)

Here are some parting thoughts on the 7th 13.1:

  • Marrymemile4 – loved seeing the street where my sister lives
  • Marrymebaldmaninfrontofme – inspired by your tenacity and persistence
  • Marrymefatherdaughterteam – touched by your bonding method
  • Marrymewobble – for being a nasty line dance that gets me going when the lyrics say:  ‘big girl, back it up’
  • Marrymeproffitts – for getting my Jane down there, picking up Nick, having lunch with us and being the greatest friends
  • Marrymedjatmile11 – love you for your funking bass and playlist that makes the pope blush.
  • Marrymepartypeoplegivingoutbeertorunners – love your zest and hospitality.  (No thank you, I waited until the end!!)

I loved 13.1 but I still love yoga more:  Marry Me Yoga?


In case you’ve read my last few posts about Amy’s and my journey to Zen meditation – I sat on my zafu the day of and the day after my race and every day for the last 21 days.  Enough to start a new habit.  There’s something special happening here.  The signs are everywhere.


Have you gotten a sign lately?

How will I tell my husband?

You are invited to our Party of 2.  Something profound is happening here.  I am intrigued and attracted and open and hopeful.  And I want you to come along for the ride.  Let’s make this a party of plenty.

But how will I tell my husband about the magnetic pull I am experiencing?  I can’t say no – I’ve been wanting to scream YES! my whole life. 

  • Yes! to the God that is as near as the breath.
  • Yes! to the life I have. 
  • Yes! to everything that is right here.


And it’s enough.  It’s moving and beautiful and profound and I may end up with hair like this:



Source:  New World Library

Isn’t she beyond beautiful?  Karen Maezen Miller, author, Zen Buddhist Priest and inspiration for my newest ‘who-knows-where-we-are-going-but-I-sure-like-the-ride’ pursuit.   You should hear her speak.  Amy and I did.  Lucky us.


Amy (L) and me at Lil Omm Studio in Washington, D. C.

My amazing friend and fellow seeker and I attended a meditation workshop led by one of our favorite authors.  I am new to this fold of Hand Wash Cold followers but I am bolted to the bandwagon.



Buy it, borrow it (email me and I will loan you my copy).  Read it.  Come on in.  The water’s gloriously warm.

I will never be able to express what happened in that warm and cozy yoga studio just off M Street in Washington, D. C.  I can only say that God’s love was so rich it was palpable.  Our humanity was so humbled by the beauty that was suddenly unveiled in simple stillness that tears sprung in many a’ eye.  And we didn’t do anything.  Nothing.  Karen openly expressed her non-plan for the afternoon.  She was only going to tell a story and share some tools that had been handed down for 81 generations.  81!!  All walks of life – varied ages, sizes, shapes, ethnicities all joined during a lovely fall afternoon by our common conduit to Life.  The breath – the most intimate and abundant expression and connection to Life.  God’s generosity was bafflingly apparent. God is kind. He will show up to any party if you simply allow his amazing presence to connect to your beautiful beginning. Your breath.

All. You. Have.To. Do. Is. Sit. And. Listen.

And so what’s next?  Amy and I will sit daily in the way we sat on Sunday.  We will begin a practice of sitting – together, separately, in community.  Always with God.  We will share, question, enjoy, relate and invite you to come along. 

As far as the question; “How will I tell my husband?”  He knows he married a seeker – in his own way he is too.  I don’t have to tell him much, just fill him in on the details.  And like everything else, as long as we are breathing, that’s enough.

My new morning trinket:

000_2318  Sitting pretty.

Will you sit with us?

Party of 2

I always thought Katy Perry was very pretty…

Here she is:


Here’ her song:

I’m wide awake (x3)
Yeah, I was in the dark
I was falling hard
With an open heart
I’m wide awake
How did I read the stars so wrong

Here’s what I’m up to:


Here’s how:

Here’s how I feel:


You are invited to our party of two

She started it:

Wondering if I’ve lost my marbles?


Stay tuned…  (please)