Sunday, April 17, 2011

to the finish...

I woke up at 5am. I was dressed and ready to go with a piece of toast and banana in hand. Hat? check. Mittens? check. Coat? check. Race number? check. Ipod? check. Opps. Ipod was almost dead. Quickly charged it for 10 minutes. Ipod recharged? check.
Jeff, my awesome husband, was the chaperon as we picked up my running buddies/ good friends, and we were off. Today at approximately 7:03, I crossed over the starting line of the Glass City Half Marathon.

Kim, myself and Heather preparing for the race.

It was cold. Whom I kidding? It was freezing. It was REALLY windy. Did I mention is was cold?
But I knew once we got going we'd warm up. There were 5,000 runners at this race. It was exhilarating. I was sooo pumped to be running this race for our kids that we'll be adopting from Ethiopia. I had Jeff mark up my arm, so that I wouldn't forget.

The first 8 miles went really fast. I had to make a quick pit stop, and my girlfriend, Kim, and I had decided that we were going to run it together until the end. We stopped, I set down my ipod... um. ahem, Jeff's ipod, on the shelf in the port-a-potty, forgot about it, and took off. We had gotten about 1/10 of a mile down the road before I realized it was missing. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I HAD to go back. I sent Kim on her way and then proceeded to turn around and run into the mass of human beings running toward me. I heard one girl yell out, "Is that girl done with the race already??" um. no.

I was praying like crazy that The Lord would hold on to that ipod, and not let anyone take it.You see, this is the 3rd ipod that I've had... my 1st one, I ran through the washing machine. It was in my pocket after a run, and I forgot about it. sigh. Then I borrowed my daughter's ipod... and again it was in the pocket of my jacket after a run, and I ran it through the washing machine AGAIN. blah. I could not, would not, leave Jeff's ipod in the port-a-potty... even if it meant running the extra 2 tenths of a mile, to be exact. AND risk someone swiping it. THANKFULLY, it was there... right where I left it. whew! I was thanking Jesus for His goodness as I turned back around and headed the right direction to the finish line.

Now running solo, I knew that I was getting closer to the end... At mile 12, just when I needed it THE MOST, my family was on the sidelines jumping, shouting, clapping and cheering for me. I started sobbing. Jeff, all of our kids, My sis, Candice, and her hubby and kids, and my dad were there. I was overcome by emotion. Just knowing what I was running for... our babies in Ethiopia, was enough to put me over the edge. It WAS AWESOME.

As I got close to the Glass Bowl, I could hear the announcer calling out people's names as they crossed the finish line. I knew I was soo close. The end was near. I pushed really hard those last couple of miles, trying to make up for the lost time spent on the crazy ipod. Note to self: get an ipod holder.

It's hard to believe that it's over. All of the training. The sore muscles. The blisters. The sweat. I am soo happy that I have had the opportunity to run this race in honor of our kids that will be home with us soon... I'm hopeful for the things to come. I'm excited to see what The Lord has for our future. I'm eager. I'm glad that I found the ipod... and, I'm going to go take a nap now.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

run baby run.

Tomorrow's the BIG day!! In less than 24 hours, I will be running 13.1 miles at the Glass City Half Marathon eeekkkk! I am soo very excited and a bit nervous as well.

Here I am with my running buddy, Kim Palmer, 4 years ago, at our first marathon.

I have had so much support for this race... thanks to my friends, Kim Palmer, Heather Frantz, and Tami Olin for all of the times you've gotten up early, run in the rain, encouraged me, sweat with me, and laughed along the way... I couldn't have done this without you.

I've also had awesome encouragement and prayer support from fellow adoptive mom, Leanne Dunlap. As well as my awesome family (the Zouhary / Seevers crew). I can't forget my awesome buddies who have been amazing friends through this process. On so many different levels, Jackie Gomez and Susan Allee!

Thanks also for the financial support we've received for this half to go towards our adoption. We raised $2426 thanks to so many awesome friends.

God has been doing some AMAZING things this week, which I can't share just yet. But trust me, He IS AMAZING! As I run, I'll be thinking of our kids "to be"... also thanking The Lord for  the amazing 4 kids that we've been blessed with: Maddie, Jonah, Claire and Lincoln.

You can be sure that Jeff will be taking lots of photos and I'll post them after the race. If you think of it, please be praying for me as I run tomorrow morning 7am EST.

Philippians 3:14 I press on toward the goal unto the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

running the race.

stream of conciousness:
I'm running a half marathon. In 5 short days. I'm doing it as a fundraiser for our adoption. I'll be thinking of our babies as I run. I haven't run a half in almost 4 years. And that was before baby #4. I've trained hard. I've run probably hundreds of miles. Yes. It's safe to say I've run hundreds. Yet, I'm still nervous. I'm still praying for a miracle to get our referral call before race day. What a blessing THAT would be to have a pic of the kids that I'm running for. I trust God. He is Sovereign. I want His will for our family. And for our kids that we'll be adopting. I'm eager. I'm hopeful.

So, you're probably wondering what's up with the red laces... yes, those ARE my running shoes. Looks like a need a new pair. But, I have some super hip red laces thanks to my good friend, Jackie Gomez (fellow adoptive mom that I've become very close to during this adoptive process). The proceeds from the laces go to fight AIDS in Africa. LOVE this. I'll be wearing my red laces with pride!

I'm running a half marathon on Sunday. Did I mention that? I'm repeating myself. Nervous habit. Would soo appreciate your prayers.

Monday, April 11, 2011

first real day of spring!

We went from 40 degree, rainy and doggone cold, to 85 degrees and sunny.

To say that we were in shock would be an understatement.

We spent the day outside. Enjoying the amazing weather!

We are soo thankful to have the warm weather upon us! Just as spring brings sunshine, new buds on the trees, and new life, we're expecting great things for our family!

Monday, April 4, 2011

my 40 year journey to faith...

For context, I'm a control freak. I like things to be, let's just say, a certain way.(I know, I'm probably the only person you know that is like this...)

That fact makes this post even more challenging. I guarantee you that I have erased and rewritten this post at least a dozen times. And it still won't be perfect.

Oh, and let's add to that fact by saying, I also don't like failing or losing. Check that...I hate failing or losing.

There you go. Context.

My life has been filled with opportunity after opportunity to flex my faith muscles and show how awesome I am at believing what is so unbelievable. And time and time again, I struggle to hold on to that elusive thing called faith. And it certainly doesn't help that I like controlling things...a lot of things.

But a few years ago when I discovered charity: water and was captured by Scott Harrison and his desire to provide clean drinking water to those who need it most, I wanted to be part of the game. I wanted to help him win. An opportunity to flex...

And when they launched a website that put well building into the hands of everyday people like me, I was stoked. I just needed big enough event to raise funds. I don't skydive. I don't run marathons. I just get keep getting older...

Well, what's bigger than turning 40?

But here's the thing. I'm insanely nervous about all this. It costs, on average, about $5,000 to build a well in a developing nation. Um, yes...$5,000.

Why so nervous? Because I don't think I'll reach the goal. I won't win...but that's the thing. This isn't about me.

My journey to faith has taught me a lot of things. But one of the most important things that it has taught me is that control is a selfish illusion. It's revealed more about my lack of faith than my trust in it. So this is my leap. This is my step into the Jordan.

The story of charity: water - The 2009 September Campaign Trailer from charity: water on Vimeo.

I can't do this alone. I need help. They need help.

So ultimately this post is about faith. Something I often lose my grip on. It is in times like this where control leaves my hands and gets placed squarely into His.

All they need is water...just clean water. Be His hands and feet. Please give.