Book signing on Saturday: Mile Markers by Kristin ArmstrongJun 1, 2011
JOIN US ON SATURDAY, JUNE 4th FOR A SPECIAL BOOK SIGNING BY KRISTIN ARMSTRONG. SHE'LL BE IN THE GAZELLE TRAINING CENTER AT RUNTEX RIVERSIDE STARTING AT 8:00 AM!
Kristin Armstrong has only been running with the Gazelles for about six months, but she's been sharing her writing talent with many for a number of years. On March 1st Mile Markers: The 26.2 Most Important Reasons Why Women Run will hit the shelves of a bookstore near you.
A veteran of numerous marathons and half marathons, Kristin pens her experiences weekly at RunnersWorld.com on her blog "Mile Markers: Marking moments on the road of life."
I have a mailing address for my mail for two reasons. One is because I travel and it's never good to have an overflowing mailbox or packages stacking up on your front porch to alert crooks to your absence. The other is because my mailbox is kind of ghetto and off kilter and a nearby sprinkler head is cockeyed and sprays water into the back of the box. All my flyers, Costco coupons, and letters from people who don't know better are always soggy.
The mail place where I get my goods is becoming high tech and now I get email notifications when I have packages to pick up. Last week I got a beep on my phone and happened to be right nearby, so I pulled in and hoped it wasn't another godforsaken tax thingy.
Instead it was three big boxes.
Immediately I started to pit out and my heart rate spiked just like the beginning of a track workout before I take one step. I knew what it was, or thought I did, but had to open the box right away to be sure. I demanded scissors, ignoring the line of customers who were patiently and politely waiting. I yanked the scissors from the clerk, dropped to my knees, stabbed the box louder and more violently than I meant to (nerves), slit the top open, threw off the puffy packaging airbags and there they were. The rest of the store faded in my mind and I was a kid on Christmas.
I was holding a copy of my new book.
And so much for maturity, manners, or the blasé cool of an experienced author. I squealed like a third grader, hopped up, danced around, showed the copy to anyone who wasn't suddenly evacuating the premises or pretending to check their phones. Ric, the manager, was happy for me. Or happy to help me carry my boxes to the car so I could get on my merry way. I didn't care. I floated home and ran inside to brew a cup of coffee with vanilla soy creamer and sit on the sofa with my spanking fresh, hot of the press, copy of Mile Markers: The 26.2 Most Important Reasons Why Women Run.
Have you ever been in the middle of a move or cleaning project and come across an old box of photographs, an old journal, diary, letters, or papers and found yourself lost in them, still sitting there, hours later? That's how I felt that afternoon. Like I had dipped into my running history, our running history sweethearts, and lingered there, reliving moments–some joyful, some raw and painful–and I delighted in shedding both kinds of tears. I got to remember my kids when they were small, how my legs felt when I first started to run, and go back and watch my friendships as they deepened.
It was like an old married couple finding love letters from courtship, only the love letters are a correspondence between running and us. Sometimes passionate, sometimes disillusioned, sometimes working through something, sometimes purely grateful–but always intimate. We have history together of inside jokes and shared experiences. This book is my evolution as a runner and at the same time it's the evolution of every woman runner, every beloved sweat sister. My running group, my pack, is an extension of you and yours. Because regardless of how talented or devoted we are, we are all juggling the same things in different ways. We are a community.
In a world where time, schedules, busyness, competitiveness, and the demands of careers and motherhood could work to drive us apart running routes us back together. Ponytails, thrown on clothes, laced up shoes, good weather, bad weather, victorious workouts and finish lines, as well as miserable, bonking defeats: We are all in this together.
Giving birth to a book involves gestation and labor pains. But in the end, when you hold it for the first time, it's a beautiful beginning. A very fine Mile Marker, to be sure. This book is for us, my dears, it's for you. I hope you love it. (Wait 'till you see who endorsed it for me–are you kidding me??? I am so not worthy.)
Please preorder a copy. Get one for you, your sweat sisters, your daughters, your moms, for all your valentines. Get a copy for anyone who thinks you are a total nut job for all your crazy miles. Get a copy for anyone you wish would get up and go for a run. Get a copy for the precious men in your life who could use a window into womanity. If I had one dream for this book it would be that it would be both a tribute to all the women who get out there and try over and over to be someone better than they were yesterday–and at the same time, an invitation to women who have never considered the idea that a runner might be hiding on the inside.
Finally, I have to say two of the most inadequate words in all of language: Thank you. I know that there is no writer without readers. You have marked these miles with me, these pages have your footsteps all over them.
I am grateful.