Roben gets a clue

Sales conference was good, lots of new books coming up. I'm really looking forward to a few which I may post about when read, including "Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir" which looks freaking hysterical. Stole as much hotel soap and shampoo as possible (karma point tip #5: homeless and abused women shelters love hotel soap and shampoo) and then returned home, went out to see Hitchhikers Guide (it was okay) with piles of friends.
None of this is about my clue.
A month ago I joined a "learning to run" clinic at Energia which has been fabulous in that I'm getting off my substantial ass, and yet also painful and embarassing as the ass got so substantial in the first place. Today was the 5th week of the clinic and once again I found myself alone with a very patient coach at the special ed portion bringing up the way far rear. Severe pain, very ow, got mad at myself for allowing my health to get this bad and actually - like a brat - burst into tears. We went at my pace and I ran through the pain as much as I felt comfortable with - once again, the coaches at Energia are my heroes. I felt really frustrated about my physical limitations and tired quickly of talking about how I was running and how great it was that I was out at all because I couldn't measure it for myself - yet - as an acceptable success. I mentioned to the coach that one of my fitness goals was to take up less room in peoples wedding photos coz they paid good money for those, and she responded that she couldn't do that because she cried at weddings ... or something like that. Anyway, we were off the subject of running and on to weddings. I talked about a few times I've cried at weddings, like when I officiated for two women who'd been together as long as I'd been alive, or when I'd worked out a portion of the ceremony to address a fathers concerns and help him accept his daughters choices and new wife...and low and behold I'd run 3 min non stop without loosing my breath. We walked and talked and ran again and I talked about other couples, focusing on the things I'd got to do for them. Another 3 min went by and we caught up to the group. My clue? Focus on the success I've had to distract myself from that whole glass of outer weariness thing. Granted, after stretching, walking and coffee with beauteous husband I did have a long drawn out nap, but I now see the possibility of success in running - by running to my victories rather than away from perceived defeat.
Legs still hurt though. Advil is a close personal friend of mine right now. :-)