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"Just Keep Swimming" ~Finding Nemo
Apr 06, 2013

I skipped last week's blog. Honestly, I volunteered with my birds at the Zoo after GT, and it was my first weekend back in months AND Eggstravanganzoo. I was so wiped out from getting up for GT and then enduring four hours of small children with nonchalant parents and screaming tweens that I came home and crashed.


This has been a really crazy week for me and my family. Even with all the drama, on Monday, I tried out the pool at my Senior Center (I think I'm going to have to call it something else, or make up a gym name, for the sake of my ego). I had such a fabulous time! The water was warm and soothing and there were all of five people there. When I went back on Wednesday, there was only me and another woman in the pool. I paddled around on a noodle, working my legs and doing some core stretches. I am not a great swimmer, but I'm comfortable in the water. Much like on land- I will get there, eventually. I felt a bit like this guy:


I even had the same smile! I loved being back in the water and I swear I could feel the stress melting off me. I'm definitely hooked. I really think it's helping too, because my sweet, wonderful and fabulous physical therapist (who is now my friend on Facebook and might read these) says I'm more limber. So, the pool and the dreaded core exercises are working!


I also realized how relieved I was to have changed races. As much as I want to do San Diego, I need to give myself time to heal without the pressure of a race. I have until November to get better and feel stronger. Loads of time. San Diego will be there next year and so will I.


So, this morning, I got up for GT and met the gang at Lipscomb. Saw my buddy, Denise, who came out to brighten our morning as we headed out. We also had some bad news, as one of my teammates' brother was diagnosed with leukemia this week. It really reminded me why we are all there, so early on a Saturday morning, and then Coach Shellie told us where all our fundraising money goes and how it helps caregivers as well as patients. Then, with our purpose in our minds, we headed out. The other walkers were doing twelve miles, and I did three and change, but I'll take it. I hung out with the very cool Jim Asker and cheered everyone in as they finished, pouring chocolate milk and Gatorade. Everyone is working so hard and challenging themselves. I'm so proud of all my Purple Peeps! Everyone deserved to be cheered:-)


To top off that morning, I got to have lunch with my Dad, just the two of us, which is kind of rare and a special treat. He is Mr. Super Awesome Man, and I don't always tell him. I might have actually worn my slippers to the restaurant by accident. That's how we roll in my family.


I know I've changed races, but you can still support me and the mission of the Leukemia Lymphoma Society by donating. It amazes me every week, hearing about the discoveries we find, the medication we fund, and the people we help- and it is all thanks to people like you donating a little or a lot along the way.


Thank you for sharing my journey:-)

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“You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Mar 28, 2013

It's a Thursday blog! Cause there are lots of changes going on. First and foremost, I won't be going to San Diego. I've thought about this and talked with both my coach and my physical therapist, and right now- I need to focus on getting my hip and back better without a deadline looming in my head. My limitations were a bit more than I originally understood. I know me, and I don't want to get my hip better, only to ramp up my miles too quickly to get to my race and end up exactly where I started.


However, I am not quitting! I'm going to keep training with TNT and doing what I can- slowly. I'm rolling over my race to next season, and I'll be doing the Hard Rock Marathon here in Nashville. So, all my Nashville friends better come out and cheer!


So, life happens and goals change. I've joined the Green Hills Senior Center (ACK!) because they have a heated, salt water therapy pool that I can walk in. I'm doing lots of core work, assigned by Perky Hitler, included the damned windshield wipers and leg lifts.


It seems my journey has taken a turn, and I'm taking the roundabout way this year (have you seen 'The Hobbit'? I'm Bilbo, packing my sweater...)


I hope you will continue to share my journey:-)_

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“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” ~ Carl Sagan
Mar 23, 2013

Did you miss me last week? It was a beautiful day for a walk, but I was home with a fever. I decided not to blog, as it would have most likely been a whiny, annoying blog or a detailed explanation of my torturous physical therapy exercises. Consider yourself lucky, indeed.


This has been an eventful week! I have been continuing my physical therapy, and I think it's helping, though not as quickly as I might like (of course). The Team Green TNTers had our Silent Auction fundraiser on Wednesday and it was amazing! My friend, Keeley, and her intern got a lot of really great stuff to bid on, and my fellow teammates (Jon, Meg, Michael, Amanda, and Paige) rounded out our spread. There was a lot of fun people, good music, great food and laughter. We had camping trips, hang gliding, yoga classes, massages, voice lessons, boot camps, CrossFit classes, and an autographed guitar- among other goodies up for bid. I bid on (and WON!) a trip in a hot air balloon. I'm super excited about it, I think it will be an amazing experience. Most importantly, we raised $1,435 to fight cancer!


This morning, I was up before my alarm- ready to head out to GT! We were at Grasslands today, so I had to haul over there to be on time. I got stuck on 440 behind the world's slowest driver, and then on Hillsboro I was shocked to discover the car I'd been tailgating and growling at was my friend, Anne-Leslie. Hmmm, I'm sure there's a lesson in there somewhere.


So, the awesome Dan gave our Mission Moment to remind us all why we're doing this, and we headed out. I was only allowed to do 90 minutes of walking, per my PT (or Perky Hitler, as I call her, at least in my head). I felt really good out there today, I'm getting used to my inserts and using better form. Coach Shellie walked back with me when I hit 45 minutes, and was worried about my breathing- so I had a hit off my inhaler and did much better. Seems my former pulmonologist had it all wrong. Grrr. My hip was getting twingy by the time we got back, and my parents have family getting in today, so I headed out early. I wish I could have waited for the 18 milers to get back, but life intercedes sometimes.


I swung by the Franklin Farmers Market and got a biscuit with ham, egg,and Sriracha pimento cheese from Miss Lucy. Seriously, these things are incredible, you must go try one next weekend. Then I headed over to my parents' house to help out. While I was there, my mom was (to say it politely) not in the best of moods. She didn't like the clothes I was wearing, they were "all huggy". So, I explained how I don't wear cotton when I'm training for a multitude of reasons, and why I don't wear baggy clothes when I need a good range of motion. Then she asked, "Well, haven't you lost any weight doing all this?"


Just for clarification- the following tirade isn't about my mother, it's about the attitude behind the question, which I've gotten from several people. So, here was my answer:


It doesn't matter.


I honestly don't know. More importantly, I don't care. Yes, when I started training for Nike last summer (Lord, has it been that long?), it crossed my mind that I'd drop some weight training for a half marathon. My biggest motivation was challenging myself and my comfort zone. And I did that, I nuked my comfort zone. And, yeah, I dropped some weight.


BUT


that's not why I stayed. That's not why I signed on for another season. I stayed for the people and the Cause. The crazy Purple People who get up at God-awful, O-dark-thirty to freeze their asses off at GT; who cheer you and check on you, even if they can't remember your name, but know you're the chick with the hip thing; who hug and hi-five you when you're sweaty and your shirt is apparently too tight. I can't imagine a Saturday without Kristen, the world's perkiest person; or Jim and his Starbucks run; or Keeley with her Rockstar hat pulled down almost to her rosy cheeks; Coach Carey's bellows to get our attention; Heather threatening to bop my head; Lynn and Shellie doing their Gumby-like stretches; Kay being the ray of sunshine that she is (I could seriously list everyone, but you get my point). Every one of those Crazy Purple People is there because they were touched by cancer, in some way, and decided to DO something about it. To fight it, by fundraising and by putting their own bodies on the battlefield. Because this battle needs to be won. I've seen most of these crazy, strong, amazing people cry over what this monster has taken from them, from their families. This is my way of joining the battle, my very small way of trying to make the world a better place.


So, maybe just for today, when you are asked to give or you're challenged to step outside your comfort zone, don't think "What's in it for me?" Try to think, "How will doing this help others?" Because I promise you, you will get far more out of it than you ever thought possible.


Thank you for sharing my journey.

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"You kind of walk like a duck" ~ my new PT
Mar 12, 2013

Yeah, it's my Saturday blog on Tuesday. I had this great blog written and then it disappeared accidentally and I got mad and walked off.


So, yes, I saw the Physical Therapist last week for what I thought was IT band issues. Nope. In layman's terms...I'm a big ol' mess. I have almost completely flat feet, poor balance, weak hips, and I walk like a duck. I always thought I walked like Shaggy from 'Scooby Doo', but I've seen video proof now, and I hang my head in shame.


I'm doing my assigned stretches, I'm off the treadmill and I'm limiting my miles. And I am SO frustrated. I don't stop long enough to recover from an illness, so an injury is really challenging my patience.


So, instead of ten miles on Saturday, I did three. Partly because we climbed every hill in Nashville and hills hurt. Coach Shellie made me stop and I rode around with our sweeper, Irene. I like to think I was helping, but I really wanted to stay and watch my friends Kristen and Lynn finish. They went to San Francisco with me last season. They ran the half marathon and finished way before I did. I've never told them, or Keeley, just how much it meant to me that they stayed to the end to cheer me across the finish line. If I did, I would probably start crying and I don't like to cry in front of people. So, officially- that was incredibly awesome of you ladies, and I don't care if you stayed for everyone running the full- you also stayed for me. And I love you for it. Lynn & Kristen are running a full marathon this season, and they were running sixteen miles on Saturday. When I saw Lynn's shirt in the distance, I started tearing up. I was SO proud of them. I cheered and wooted and left them to their stretches, cause if I told them how proud I was I might run into those pesky tears again.


Coach Shellie and I had breakfast at Whole Foods, and I was hurting a lot more than I wanted to admit. I went home and stretched out and iced and tried not to dwell on the 'what ifs'. But I did some thinking.


Most of my life, I have battled my body. I've hated it, I've insulted it. I've compared it to others and always found it lacking. I've ignored it, and I haven't taken very good care of it. You know what my body has done the whole time? Everything I asked of it. Through the training, and the asthma and the anemia and the flu, through 13.1 hilly miles--my body has done what I asked it to do. And it's tried to tell me that it needs some help (the aforementioned asthma and anemia and assorterd infections), but did I listen and give it the rest and care it needs, or deserves? No, not really, So, I think this injury is my body's way of telling me to slow down and LISTEN to it once in a while.


So, I'm trying to be kinder and more patient with myself, and to realize my brain and my body actually inhabit the same space. I'm endeavoring to do all my stretches and not fret about my pace. I'm wearing the new inserts that feel like I'm walking on golf balls. Because I only have this body, and it can do amazing things, and we've got things to do and accomplish in this life together.


Thank you for sharing my journey.




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“Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.” ~ William Shakespeare
Mar 05, 2013

I need to tell you all about my friend, Pam. Pam and I worked together in Virginia. She had been the manager of the Blood Lab, but was working part time after having her little girl, Helen. She gave me a lot of advice after I was promoting to manager of the Cancer Lab, and helped me learn how to deal with difficult personalities we worked with.


Beyond the work stuff, Pam was my first "grown up" friend. She was married and had a family, and yet still wanted to hang out with me. She helped me see that life (and work) moved past high school. I helped decorate her kids' rooms, she helped me move into my first place of my own. Her little boy has a stuffed dog named after my dog, that I gave him when he was born. I remember her daughter dancing around my condo playing 'Princess'. I adore her kids. Beyond everything else she does, Pam is an incredible mom.


After I moved to Tennessee, we lost some touch- though Christmas cards showed me those little kids getting bigger and bigger. We reconnected on Facebook a few years ago, and those kids keep growing, though Pam and I haven't aged a day...


Pam has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders, whether I was planning my first lab meeting or training for my first marathon. So, in true Pam fashion, she has offered to help me with my fundraising this season. Pam is an independent Mary Kay consultant. So, if you (or anyone you know) orders any Mary Kay product through her website and mentions me or TNT, she'll donate her proceeds to LLS! So, if you've never tried Mary Kary, I highly recommend the Satin Hands kit. OR just swing by and check things out. Pam's website is:


http://www.marykay.com/psande


I have some amazing friends, and if you're reading this- I count you among them:-)


Thank you, now go shop!

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