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May 11, 2012

Strong, Fast Mamas

Meet Mac Mama

My mama ran all 9 months of her pregnancy. She tells one story that cracks me up. She was huge with mini mac, running down the sidewalk. A semi truck come up from behind and was like Toooot Tooot yeah then as they passed her looked back in shock that they’d just honked at a hugely pregnant lady.

I don’t really remember a time in life without running. As kids it wasn’t uncommon to pile into the minivan and play ‘guess how long the run was’ as they clocked it, or drop off Gatorade along the long run course.

My mom showed me that women could sweat and spit and kick some serious ass. That running is a place for guts and toughness. That competition is satisfying. Another favorite mama story is about the end of a race. A man was hell bent on not letting a woman beat him. He was grunting and killing himself to get across the line ahead of her, no other dude in sight. After they crossed the line she shoke his hand and said, “congratulations, you’re the first woman.”

She never pressured me to run, even watched as I tried to throw shot put in a one track meet. But when it turned out I was decent at the whole running thing she was there to encourage me.

In high school she was invited to coach the distance team and she did. I mean I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pushed. But I’m glad I was, it made me a tough nut accountable for my goals or… at least it gave me some solid ‘suffer stories’. Like the time I had to stay home from school because my face, neck and arms were blown up with poison ivy and she still had me do the hill workout on the schedule. If you haven’t sweat through intense poison ivy, you haven’t suffered for the sport.

When I tore my meniscus and needed a surgery to repair the damage she made me a mix tape with songs like that oh child (It’s gonna get easier) song. She knew how low I was. After a great track season and nabbing the school 2-mile record I ended up cheering for my team at the State cross country meet from crutches.

My mama still runs and is still a speedster, look for her name under the course records around Boston. I still turn to her for my track workouts and her training has lead me to some great PRs recently. She has a broken rib right now, so it’s my turn to make her a mixtape until she can be out running the road again


Tell us about your mom. How does your mama inspire you, your running? Or what do you hope to instill in your daughter(s).

We’ll pick one random mama/daughter team to win matching Oiselle tees (just like those matching jumpers in the ‘90s but WAY cooler).

Tell us about your mama on Facebook (in comments under contest), Twitter or right here in the comments.

Must enter by midnight PST, Sunday May 13.


Lauren Giannullo | May 12, 2012 at 7:39am

My Mom!

As a tennis and softball player in high school and a tennis player in college (who hated running ALL along), my mom was always there to support me. She always made my games and matches, had a kind word for me even when I didn't have one for myself, and spent countless hours next to a field or court watching me play. After college I was feeling lost without sports. So I started running. And I realized that it wasn't as bad as I thought. I started entering a few 5k's, and mom was there to watch and take pictures - she's never without her camera. As my running got more serious and I started training for longer races, she was always a little concerned, but encouraging.During my first half marathon she stood in an autumn New Jersey nor'eastern for 2 hours until I finished (snapping photos of course, with a plastic bag over the camera). She helped me clean out asphalt from my knee when I tripped and fell flat on my face during a training run for another half marathon. And just last week, when I ran my very first marathon, she, along with my dad and husband, hopped all over the course to cheer me on in multiple spots. When I saw her at mile 25, I felt like dying, but her cheers propelled me for another 1.2 miles. My mom gives me unconditional support in running, and in life. It's not always easy for me to believe in myself - but my mom always does. Having her in my corner has been one of the reasons I've stuck with running and come so far. So thanks mom, and happy mother's day

Tracy H. | May 12, 2012 at 10:38am

My mom

My mother was never an athlete. She never played sports in high school, she doesn't workout, and she really doesn't like to break a sweat. But let me tell you...she is a HARD CORE spectator. No doubt, she was and always will be my number one running fan. All throughout my academic running career, my mother was there. Whether we ran far across the country or locally, I could always count on her making the trek to see me race. To this day, she doesn't miss a road race or event. And not only was she present at the events, she was always stationed behind her camera, video taping, because she knew how much both my sis and I loved to review the day's antics. Sunday evenings were spent huddled around the TV watching us run endlessly around the course or track, but we loved it and so did she. But the real reason my mom is special is because she raised us to be modest, kind, and accepting of others. We had dinner together as a family every night, homework was done at the kitchen table so she could monitor the progress, we weren't overly gifted on holidays and birthdays, and she always, ALWAYS knew where we were so we didn't get into trouble. We always had just what we needed and no more. I want to raise my daughter in the exact same way that my mom raised me. These days with all of the busy schedules and crazy work hours, it is very hard. But I do my best and always keep her in the back of my mind as a role model. If I can be half the mom to my daughter as my mom was to me...she will be very lucky.