{"id":178,"date":"2013-03-06T05:08:45","date_gmt":"2013-03-06T05:08:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/?p=178"},"modified":"2013-03-13T13:40:23","modified_gmt":"2013-03-13T13:40:23","slug":"a-confession","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/?p=178","title":{"rendered":"A confession&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am obsessed with movies.\u00a0 All movies.\u00a0 Comedies.\u00a0 Classics.\u00a0 Action.\u00a0 Drama. \u00a0Musicals. \u00a0You name it.<\/p>\n<p>My brother and I actually have a secret language.\u00a0 We speak movie lines.\u00a0 We do this so often that sometimes people who know us well will hear us talking and say, \u201cWhat movie is that from?\u201d\u00a0 And one of us will respond, \u201cIt\u2019s not. \u00a0I just said it.\u201d\u00a0 I can also speak this language with the rest of my immediate family, my cousins, other extended family members, and the occasional non-Jacobs clan foreigner.<\/p>\n<p>Disclaimer: I will only say this once, and only once, if anyone attempts to make fun of me for what I am about to say, you are taking your life into your own hands\u2026I will plead temporary insanity. But here\u2019s my confession.\u00a0 I have a secret addiction to sappy, cheesy girl movies.\u00a0 Otherwise known as, chick flicks.\u00a0 I don\u2019t like to admit this because I\u2019m concerned that the negative connotations associated with enjoying such movies, may tarnish my reputation as a badass.\u00a0 But I\u2019m about to quote a movie of this genre, so I figured I would just out myself already and be done with it. \u00a0So, there ya have it, I like sappy movies. The Notebook, Love Actually, The Holiday, Letters to Juliet, When Harry Met Sally, all of them.\u00a0 If there\u2019s an insanely hot, buff, young stud as the leading man, all the better. \u00a0Preferably the likes of Jude Law, Vince Vaughn or Ryan Gosling. \u00a0And Ladies, who\u2019s with me in thinking that Taye Diggs really needs to do a nice romantic lead? One word\u2026Yummy.\u00a0 And yes, I cry during the bombing scene of Pearl Harbor and when the old people are laying in their bed while the water rises in Titanic.<\/p>\n<p>So, anyway, the other night I was watching Eat, Pray, Love.\u00a0 No one does cheesy girl movies better than Julia Roberts.\u00a0 Am I right?\u00a0 Well, in this scene of this particular flick, she was thinking about leaving an unhappy marriage.\u00a0 She said, or rather, she was thinking\u2026 \u201cThe only thing more impossible than staying, was leaving.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t want to hurt anybody.\u00a0 I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door and not stop running until I reached Greenland\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>I know that feeling.\u00a0 There\u2019s running.\u00a0 And there\u2019s running away from something.\u00a0 I used one to do the other.\u00a0 I ran my first marathon in 2001, and then I had three kids from February of 2003 to July of 2007.\u00a0 I ran a half marathon in between each of my pregnancies to make sure I got my body back down to size and to feel good about myself.\u00a0 Ethan was 4 1\/2 months old when I turned 30 and I was determined to be wearing my skinny jeans for my birthday.\u00a0 I did. I ran the Chicago Half the week before.\u00a0 I\u2019m still not even sure how I trained for that with an infant.\u00a0 But it was after my youngest was born that my running took on a life of its own.\u00a0 I was a busy mom of 3, not yet school age, kiddos.\u00a0 It was my sanity to get to the gym every day, pass off my little ones and jump on a treadmill.\u00a0 I ran my second marathon just after my 3<sup>rd<\/sup> baby\u2019s first birthday and I didn\u2019t slow down. \u00a0It became an obsession.\u00a0 I worked in a run where ever I could.\u00a0 But the ones I looked the most forward to where those long Saturday morning training runs.\u00a0 The longer, the better. \u00a0I was like Forrest Gump, I just kept going. \u00a0I wanted to run and not stop until I reached Greenland. \u00a0At the time all of that was happening, I didn\u2019t realize what was going on.\u00a0 It\u2019s taken some deep introspection (and a lot of therapy) to figure out what I was doing.\u00a0\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t just running; I was running <b>away<\/b>.\u00a0 Running was my attempt to get away from my life, a life I had lost control of.\u00a0 Running was my escape.\u00a0 My escape from a marriage that I didn\u2019t know how to change, or I was too scared to change, because I had spent so much of my life running from the things that I didn\u2019t know how to confront.<\/p>\n<p>Leaving my marriage is without a doubt the hardest thing I\u2019ve ever had to do in my life, but I had to confront it.\u00a0 There was no running from it.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t just slip out the back door.\u00a0 I had to stand strong and face it.\u00a0 And now that I\u2019ve learned how to face things, when I do run, I don\u2019t feel like I\u2019m running <i>from<\/i> something, I\u2019m running <i>TO<\/i> something.\u00a0 I\u2019m running to accomplish a goal, running to get healthy, running to feel strong, running to embrace freedom. \u00a0Later in that scene of Eat, Pray, Love Julia says, \u201cRuin is a gift.\u00a0 Ruin is the road to transformation.\u201d My failed marriage left me feeling like my life was in ruin, but I guess now I run to continue my transformation.\u00a0 I run to grow and to prove that transformation to myself.\u00a0 Because I don\u2019t need to prove anything to anybody else.<\/p>\n<p>However, just to set the record straight (and to reclaim my rightful badass status), I can quote Tommy Boy in it\u2019s entirety, I really wanted to name my youngest son Maximus after Russell Crowe\u2019s Gladiator, my favorite Bond movie is Dr. No, and who doesn\u2019t love Indiana Jones? Any questions?<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_179\" style=\"width: 235px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/181994_10150091549644635_3929745_n.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-179\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-179\" alt=\"RRG and &quot;Little&quot; brother after the Surf City half-marathon 2011.  I'm pretty sure we were quoting movie lines during that race.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/181994_10150091549644635_3929745_n-225x300.jpg\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/181994_10150091549644635_3929745_n-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/181994_10150091549644635_3929745_n.jpg 453w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-179\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">RRG and &#8220;Little&#8221; brother after the Surf City half-marathon 2011. I&#8217;m pretty sure we were quoting movie lines during that race.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am obsessed with movies.\u00a0 All movies.\u00a0 Comedies.\u00a0 Classics.\u00a0 Action.\u00a0 Drama. \u00a0Musicals. \u00a0You name it. My brother and I actually have a secret language.\u00a0 We speak movie lines.\u00a0 We do this so often that sometimes people who know us well will hear us talking and say, \u201cWhat movie is that from?\u201d\u00a0 And one of us [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[11,9,8,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-178","post","type-post","status-publish","format-aside","hentry","category-conquering-fears","category-lessonsfromrunning","category-onthedword","category-uncategorized","post_format-post-format-aside"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4eO4v-2S","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=178"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":181,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178\/revisions\/181"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}