I'm back from Colorado where I spent a week running my butt off and spending lots of quality time with my family, I will be posting a race report from the Wild West Relay and pictures of gorgeous mountain runs that I did just to make everyone jealous!
Thanks to everyone who has donated to the Save the Boobies fund... you guys and gals ROCK!! Much love, kisses & mud to you all!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
SAVE THE BOOBIES!!
So next Sunday August 10th is the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 5K run. My friend Travis, who did the wonderful Mud Babes design asked me to be on his team in memory of his mom, Cindy, who died in 1994. I'm hoping that all of my wonderful imaginary and real life friends will find it in their hearts to donate a small (or large) bit of money to help with breast cancer research. If you are so inclined you can donate here.
I've been very lucky up to this point to not have been touched by breast cancer... it's not in my family nor have I personally known anyone who has had it, so I've been rather blase about it. I've never had a mammogram done nor do I do the monthly breast exams.. hell I only see a Dr. once every 6 years or so. Stupid , silly me. So when my friend Abby was diagnosed with b.c just last week, it scared the shit out of me. So I've promised myself to take better care of myself.. IE: I will do monthly self exams, and even though I don't have health insurance I will find the money to get yearly checkups and I will stop thinking of myself as invincible. How about you?
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday run in Pictures
I chose to do a road run this morning since the trails I was planning to run were closed due to the monsoon of rain we received last night. I picked up a cute cyclist along on the way and he even bought me breakfast! You certainly don't find that on the trails!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Ever have a day when you've recieved so much bad news that you can feel it physically? Today was one of those days, I feel like someone was pounding on me with big sticks.
One of my dearest and oldest friends, Christina, gave me the wretched news today that her father has cancer and only has days to live. Her dad is one of the good guys. I don't know how many times I asked to be adopted into their family, because they are the textbook perfect family. The 4 of them (Christina, her sister, mom & dad) are ridicously close, ridicously beautiful people, and hands down the most loving, caring, sweet, wonderful people you will ever meet. This family does not know the meaning of the word "stranger" within moments of meeting them, you are a friend. My heart is breaking for them. This world will be a much poorer place when Gil is gone. But leave it to them to manage to be uplifting in the time of darkest sorrow... he said that he had no regrets. I can only hope that on my death bed I can look back and say "no regrets".
That was punch number 1
Punch number 2 took place this evening when we got a phone call from yet another friend informing us that his wife has breast cancer. It's a very aggressive form of B.C. , she's starting treatment right away. I would give anything for a magic wand right now to make everything better. There's nothing I can do but pray, pray, pray and send all my healing, strong energies to her.
One of my dearest and oldest friends, Christina, gave me the wretched news today that her father has cancer and only has days to live. Her dad is one of the good guys. I don't know how many times I asked to be adopted into their family, because they are the textbook perfect family. The 4 of them (Christina, her sister, mom & dad) are ridicously close, ridicously beautiful people, and hands down the most loving, caring, sweet, wonderful people you will ever meet. This family does not know the meaning of the word "stranger" within moments of meeting them, you are a friend. My heart is breaking for them. This world will be a much poorer place when Gil is gone. But leave it to them to manage to be uplifting in the time of darkest sorrow... he said that he had no regrets. I can only hope that on my death bed I can look back and say "no regrets".
That was punch number 1
Punch number 2 took place this evening when we got a phone call from yet another friend informing us that his wife has breast cancer. It's a very aggressive form of B.C. , she's starting treatment right away. I would give anything for a magic wand right now to make everything better. There's nothing I can do but pray, pray, pray and send all my healing, strong energies to her.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Spiders, Snakes & Skunks Oh My!
The alarm went off at an ungodly hour of 6:30... usually that isn't ungodly for me, but after being up until 3 am on Saturday morning due to the Lunar Trek Race, grabbing about 5 hours of sleep, working Saturday night and then going to a bar to see my husbands band play, I was pretty whupped. I had made a promise to be out at Clinton Lake by 8, so I got up, got dressed, and got out of the house pretty quick before I crawled back in bed. On the drive to Lawrence I was feeling pretty good, and then the phone calls and text messages started... "umm, I'm not going to make it today" says everyone... by then I was already 1/2 an hour into my drive so it looked like I would run 10 miles by myself. Christy called and said she was just running late and would catch up with me at some point. We decided to do the white trail and she would meet up with me somewhere after the 5 mile turnaround.
When I got the trailhead, the parking lot was almost empty except for 2 mountain bikers getting ready to go... I procrastinated hoping that they would start before me and knock down all the spiderwebs.... just my luck they took the blue trail... Damn! I got through the first mile with only a minimum of screeching, but at mile 2 things got ugly. The webs were thick and the spiders were hanging out in the middle of most of them. Have I mentioned that I hate spiders? I spent a good chunk of my morning screaming like a little girl, dancing around and throwing my hat on the ground, I'm sure I looked like an idiot! One of the lessons that I learned in kindergarten was never to run with sharp objects.... well, I apologize to Mrs. Gedwellis for totally ignoring her rules.... I ran with a long pointy stick today and it was good. I continued the "looking like an idiot" trend as I ran along waving a long pointy stick in front of me. This worked quite well and I became quite fond of my friend the spider moving stick when I rounded a corner to find a momma skunk and her cute little baby waddling down the trail towards me.... I dropped my stick with a shriek and retreated quickly. She kept coming at me so I moved further away and hissed at her hoping she would move off... she turned around and raised her tail at me so I decided it was time to do a sprint interval. She held off squrting, decided the trail wasn't a nice place to be today and she and the baby headed off into the trees. Phew! I got lucky!
I couldn't find my stick again, so I picked out a new best friend and got to the 5 mile marker with a minimum of webbage. I turned around and left my stick behind, hoping that the spiders didn't have time to rebuild all that I had knocked down. I picked up some speed since I didn't have to worry about poking an eye out anymore. About a mile and 1/2 down the trail, I came upon Christy, and whatever webs I had missed, she took care of. She had also seen a copperhead slithering off into the bushes so we kept a weather eye out for him. We gossiped and rehashed last nights race for a few miles until I came to a screeching halt. A huge black snake was crossing the trail... this guy was as big around as my arm and was long enough that we both stood in the middle of the trail and squealed for what seemed like minutes. Yikes! We picked up the pace and made it back to the cars with no further wildlife encounters. Today I decided that I prefer to run with the Trail Nerds at Clinton, most notably the tall, fast Nerds who break webs and scare away all the other wildlife before I get there.
When I got the trailhead, the parking lot was almost empty except for 2 mountain bikers getting ready to go... I procrastinated hoping that they would start before me and knock down all the spiderwebs.... just my luck they took the blue trail... Damn! I got through the first mile with only a minimum of screeching, but at mile 2 things got ugly. The webs were thick and the spiders were hanging out in the middle of most of them. Have I mentioned that I hate spiders? I spent a good chunk of my morning screaming like a little girl, dancing around and throwing my hat on the ground, I'm sure I looked like an idiot! One of the lessons that I learned in kindergarten was never to run with sharp objects.... well, I apologize to Mrs. Gedwellis for totally ignoring her rules.... I ran with a long pointy stick today and it was good. I continued the "looking like an idiot" trend as I ran along waving a long pointy stick in front of me. This worked quite well and I became quite fond of my friend the spider moving stick when I rounded a corner to find a momma skunk and her cute little baby waddling down the trail towards me.... I dropped my stick with a shriek and retreated quickly. She kept coming at me so I moved further away and hissed at her hoping she would move off... she turned around and raised her tail at me so I decided it was time to do a sprint interval. She held off squrting, decided the trail wasn't a nice place to be today and she and the baby headed off into the trees. Phew! I got lucky!
I couldn't find my stick again, so I picked out a new best friend and got to the 5 mile marker with a minimum of webbage. I turned around and left my stick behind, hoping that the spiders didn't have time to rebuild all that I had knocked down. I picked up some speed since I didn't have to worry about poking an eye out anymore. About a mile and 1/2 down the trail, I came upon Christy, and whatever webs I had missed, she took care of. She had also seen a copperhead slithering off into the bushes so we kept a weather eye out for him. We gossiped and rehashed last nights race for a few miles until I came to a screeching halt. A huge black snake was crossing the trail... this guy was as big around as my arm and was long enough that we both stood in the middle of the trail and squealed for what seemed like minutes. Yikes! We picked up the pace and made it back to the cars with no further wildlife encounters. Today I decided that I prefer to run with the Trail Nerds at Clinton, most notably the tall, fast Nerds who break webs and scare away all the other wildlife before I get there.
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