tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86161832541146880272024-03-05T13:01:18.242-05:00Racing For a Cure!I'm crabby about cancer! My blog is the story of my participation in events for Team in Training to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
As a Hodgkin's lymphoma survivor from 2002, I want to give something back to show the gratitude that I have for surviving this disease. I completed my sixth Team in Training event in October 2013, and in September 2011, I walked 60 miles to raise money for breast cancer research! I'm living strong!o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.comBlogger796125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-88491355877168316462016-08-15T21:11:00.001-04:002016-08-15T21:11:34.078-04:00Mesothelioma Lawyer CenterA couple of years ago, I wrote a <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2014/02/mesothelioma-big-word-with-terrible.html" target="_blank">post about mesothelioma</a>. It contains some basic information and a link to a fact sheet.<br />
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I recently received a request to post about a group that helps people with mesothelioma, the <a href="https://www.mesotheliomalawyercenter.org/" target="_blank">Mesothelioma Lawyer Center</a>. People with this awful and deadly disease need all of the help that they can get. So even though I've not been keeping this blog up to date, I am posting this information in case it is helpful to someone.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-89019575980709777172014-07-30T05:28:00.001-04:002018-02-27T21:07:44.273-05:00Top 12 Moments in My Racing for a Cure Memories<a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2014/06/its-time.html" target="_blank">As I wrote a month or so ago</a>, this blog is going into at least semi-retirement, but I said that I would write one more post. Here it is. I could not close this out without a stroll down memory lane, attempting to pick out my 12 best memories from my nine years of racing for a cure. I could have picked 50 or even 100, so why just 12? Well, first, no one would read about 50 things! But the 12 comes from surviving cancer 12 years as of this past April. So a dozen fantastic memories seemed appropriate. They are all great, but I have attempted to rank them in reverse order.<br />
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<strong style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">12. Purple Hair and Meeting Julie in Person.</strong> On June 26, 2010 in Seattle, Washington, I ran the Seattle Half Marathon. My goal was to beat 2 hours and 30 minutes, which is slow for a strong runner but a great time for me as a run-walk combination. And I did it, besting that time by a few moments. More importantly, I exceeded my fund raising goal and dyed my hair purple to celebrate. It didn't turn out as purple as I hoped, but it was still cool. And at the end of the race, I met up with Julie from the "<a href="http://curesrock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Cure Rocks</a>" blog. That was really cool to meet a fellow cancer survivor who also did TNT races and blogged about her experiences. Here we are after running 13.1 miles each, showing off our survivor and "Rock Star" shirts:<br />
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<strong style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">11. Completing the Arizona Marathon in a Personal Record to Celebrate </strong><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>Five Years in Remission.</strong></span> My time was about 5:57 and was my PR for a marathon - a pretty good time for having walked all but a couple of miles of it. It was so special because my participation was to celebrate my 5 year remission just a month earlier. At the end, I was greeted by teammates Chuck and Suzanne, who waited for me after finishing their races! Chuck was a new marathoner, finishing like a day ahead of my time and just missing qualifying for Boston, and Suzanne just did her first half marathon. Do we look proud and happy?<br />
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<strong style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">10. Cheering at the 2010 Shamrock Half Marathon. </strong>I had a number of friends and teammates running and walking in this race, and four of us - three of us cancer survivors - showed up at the race course and <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2010/03/shamrock-on.html" target="_blank">cheered our throats out for hours</a>. It was a blast.<br />
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I need to mention the lady of the right, holding the sign. Her name is Faith Eury, and she had Hodgkin's lymphoma, the same kind that I had. It is 80% survivable, but not by Faith. Less than two years after this photo, Faith was gone at age 43. She was an inspiring lady. I met her in person the autumn before when she formed a team, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/10/faiths-hope.html" target="_blank">Faith's Hope</a>, for Light the Night and raised over $10,000 for LLS.<br />
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>9. Being There When My Friend Susan Earned Her Triple Crown!</strong></span> What is the Team in Training "Triple Crown?" It means that you have completed at least one of the three different events that TNT offers: a long-distance foot race, a century bike ride, and a triathlon of any length. In June of 2009, my friend Susan Glass became the recipient of the "TNT Triple Crown" when she completed her first century triathlon near Asheville, NC. And the cool thing was, I was there! I surprised her! From my motel in Asheville, I emailed her: "I have a big surprise for you the next time that I see you!" I didn't tell her that the surprise was me being there the next morning to cheer for her on the race course. And she was really surprised, trust me, because the next time she saw me was the very next day at the start of the ride! It was great to be there to cheer her off to a great start and to cheer on the course as she zipped by! <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-susan-my-triple-crown-friend.html" target="_blank">I wrote this about her accomplishment</a>.<br />
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<strong style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">8. "Crawlin' for Ed." </strong>Just two and a half years ago, my friend Ed Stone lost his long fight against cancer. He was 43 and over half his life had been as a cancer survivor. Ed inspired so many people during his all too short life. He was a frequent Team in Training and Light the Night participant. I've lost count of how many marathons, triathlons and century bike rides he did, and how many tens of thousands of dollars he raised. He was an athlete, a husband, a son, a brother, a friend, an inspiration, and a brave and determined guy. A few days after his death, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/01/when-i-thnik-of-you-ed.html" target="_blank">I wrote this in memory of Ed</a>.<br />
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Last year, I learned that Team in Training would be participating in the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon in Hampton, VA on Ed's birthday - October 6. How could I not be a part of that? <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-shell-of-good-time.html" target="_blank">Well, I couldn't, so I was</a>! Ed's widow and two sisters were also in the race. It was my slowest half marathon of all of my four, but as I say, it is not your time in the race that matters so much as your time at the race. It was special to run the course and see Ed's family out there cheering for us, and also to see Mary cheering on the race course. Speaking of Mary....<br />
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>7. Meeting Mary at the TNT Tent in San Diego.</strong></span> My wife Mary made the trip out with me to San Diego, and we had a great time visiting the World Famous Zoo, the Wild Animal Park, touring downtown San Diego, and trying to learn how to surf. Mary made it out to the TNT finisher tent and it was great to see her after completing my second marathon.<br />
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On my visit to San Diego, we also visited the Cancer Survivors Park, which as a four year cancer survivor (at the time) really meant a lot to me.<br />
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<strong style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">6. Nashville Mentees and Cheer Leading. </strong>In 2009, after having walked three marathons, I turned to a run-walk combination and took on a half marathon, the Country Music in Nashville, Tennessee. It was probably my favorite all time event for so many reasons, but especially because we had a team from all over Virginia that just bonded so well. We had a fabulous coach, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-coach-chuck.html" target="_blank">Coach Chuck</a>. I was also a mentor, and three of the people I mentored were in the race, two of them running their very first marathon that day. Here we are after the race, from left, me, Dave, Kristi, and Nicole. Dave and Nicole were the first time marathoners, and dyed their hair purple to celebrate.<br />
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After each running the race, six of us banded together on the race course near the marathon finish line and <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/05/cmm-post-race-cheerleaders.html" target="_blank">cheered for the marathoners</a> for several hours. It capped a great day and a memorable trip to the Home of Country Music.<br />
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>5. Crossing my First Marathon Finish Line.</strong></span> Very shortly after memorable moment number four, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary-of-my-first-marathon.html" target="_blank">I became a marathoner</a>, walking 26.2 miles that day at a fast pace. It was perhaps the proudest day of my life – to come back from surviving cancer three years previously and now to complete a marathon. That whole day, I had to keep pinching myself - I was doing a marathon in Alaska of all places! When I am 95 and sitting in my rocking chair (or maybe I will be training for a 10k?, or taking a hike) I will still remember that day and smile with joy!<br />
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>4. </strong></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>The Leukemia Survivor Cheerleader in Alaska.</strong></span> Near mile 25 of the Anchorage Marathon on June 18, 2005, I was soaked, cold, tired. My feet had huge blisters. My legs hurt with each step. Standing in the rain was a lady with a large sign that said “Leukemia Survivor – Thank You.” I will never forget seeing her and what it meant, even as a cancer survivor, to see a fellow survivor out there cheering for us on a cool, rainy day.<br />
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;"><strong>3. "60 at 60 for Ann!" - The Komen 3-Day for my Sister, Ann. </strong></span>Before I had ever gotten involved with Team in Training, I heard a radio commercial for the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure. It was a year after my own cancer experience, and I thought how cool it would be to walk 60 miles in three days to raise money for breast cancer research. I resolved to do it some day.<br />
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That day came in 2011. It was clear that my sister Ann's four year battle with breast cancer would be coming to an end that year, and most likely before I could do the walk in September, just days before her next birthday. I would turn 60 that July, and I decided that my campaign would be "60 at 60 for Ann!" I wanted her to know that I would be walking for her that fall. Here we are, just a few years before that:<br />
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Ann died on Memorial Day that year. I had severe plantar fasciitis and could only walk a couple of miles. But by August, it had healed enough for me to tolerate some longer walks, and even though I was never able to walk the recommended training schedule, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-komen-3-day-walk-report.html" target="_blank">I was able to do complete the 3-Day</a> in Ann's honor in the Washington DC area. For the third day, I wore a tee shirt with her photo on it. <br />
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It was a bittersweet day - I had accomplished a difficult challenge and fulfilled a goal that I had set about eight years before, but my sister was no longer here to celebrate that with me. <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-new-star-shinging-brightly.html" target="_blank">Her star shines on in my mind</a>.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">2. Raising $5,000 for my First Event in Only Five Weeks.</span></strong> <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamals-five-words-of-wisdom.html" target="_blank">I blogged before</a> about my apprehension about whether I could raise $5,000 for the Anchorage Marathon in 2005. This was the minimum amount I had to raise, and it seemed like a nearly impossible amount. But I decided I had to try it, and signed up for the Summer Team. People were so generous, and I passed this amount in the first five weeks. I doubled my fundraising goal as a result, and passed that as well, ultimately raising over $11,600. Since then, I have always set my fundraising goal high, and whether I meet it or not, I give it a good run for the money.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">And what has to be my favorite memory of my Racing for a Cure Career...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 21px;">1. Seeing the Little Nashville Girl with Leukemia.</span></strong> If you want to learn about this amazing moment in my life, one I will always remember until I die (unless I get dementia someday, which is kind of the same thing), <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-theres-one-of-leukemia-society.html" target="_blank">then go here</a>. Seeing this little girl in Nashville the day before the Country Music Half Marathon in April, 2009 really touched me, and summed up for me why I kept doing Team in Training over the past years of my life.<br />
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Well, that is my little stroll down memory lane of my racing for a cure career to date. The incredible people I met along the way and the memories that I have from getting out there and doing this will always be with me.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-23314483247006649022014-06-20T10:41:00.001-04:002014-06-20T10:41:39.374-04:00It's Time...I started this blog six years ago. I had just finished my third marathon, in Arizona, the prior January. It was also my third time doing a marathon with Team in Training for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. My beloved sister, Ann, had been diagnosed with breast cancer the year before.<br />
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My blog started out as a summary of my training and fundraising leading up to the Arizona Marathon. I back-dated them to follow along my actual time sequence of training for and walking in the race. That took me up to July 2008 to get them all posted (the marathon was in January 2008). I also wrote about the 5K Race for the Cure for the Susan G. Komen for a Cure in May 2008. And then I just kept going, writing about my experience as a cancer survivor, writing of others facing this disease, and writing about training and fundraising for additional half-marathons, 10K's, and other events for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and other cancer-fighting organizations. Since I started, I have written nearly 800 posts about these topics.<br />
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Six years have flowed by. In that time, I ran three half marathons (Nashville in 2009, Seattle in 2010, and Hampton, VA in 2013) for Team in Training. I ran a fourth in Virginia Beach in 2012 to celebrate 10 years of surviving cancer. And I have done numerous 10K's, a couple of 5K's, and a 60 mile walk for breast cancer research to memorialize my sister Ann in 2011. Yes, I said "memorialize," as she lost her determined battle with this awful disease in May of that year. <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-new-star-shinging-brightly.html" target="_blank">Her star shines brightly</a> in my memory still, and will until I draw my final breath here on God's beautiful, wondrous, blue and green earth.<br />
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Two days ago, June 18, marked the nine year anniversary of one of the most amazing experiences in my entire life - <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary-of-my-first-marathon.html" target="_blank">walking my very first marathon</a> - the Midnight Sun Marathon in Anchorage, Alaska - for Team in Training as a three year cancer survivor after raising a lot of money for LLS to participate in the race. It made me reflect on some of my experiences over the past 12 years since my Hodgkin's lymphoma diagnosis. It made me think of the people I have met along the way affected by cancers - some in full remission like me, some battling the disease every day the best that they can, and far too many losing that battle, often at a young age. Many of their stories appear in this blog.<br />
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And I got to thinking of how seldom I keep this blog updated now. I am not signed up for a race right now, and may even give up running permanently to save my legs for hiking and walking. I think it is time to semi-retire my blog. It gets very little readership, I believe, and I am not updating it often. If and when I do another event, I will bring it out of retirement for a while. But for now, I am giving it some rest. I will do one more post in the near future and that will be it for a while.<br />
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I hope that anyone who has come along to my blog or who does so in the future will enjoy some of my tales and stories. Maybe you will find some inspiration from the tales of my experiences as a cancer survivor who has tried to pay it forward and to give back, or maybe you will be inspired by the tales of others in my blog. Maybe the things that I have written about here will inspire you to keep trying and to make your own difference in your own way. I very much hope so.<br />
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And if you come here by chance and are battling cancer, maybe feeling so ill and scared and alone, just remember: cancer is indeed a terrible and cruel foe, but there are limits to what it can take from you. <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2010/02/limits-of-cancer.html" target="_blank">Here is something I wrote</a> on this topic when my sister, my friend Ed, and my friend Faith were all in the middle of their tough battles with cancer. And here is another poem, written anonymously, about <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-cancer-cannot-do.html" target="_blank">what cancer cannot do</a>.<br />
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I hope to again be Racing for a Cure in some way in the future, and when that happens, I will reactivate my blog.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-78791500240450076402014-05-10T13:12:00.000-04:002014-05-10T13:12:47.550-04:00The Race for the Cure!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A few days ago, I looked at my schedule and decided to participate in the Susan G. Komen "Race for the Cure" this morning. At the end of the month, my sister Ann will be gone for three years, and there is not a day that I don't miss her. So I wanted to walk today for the 5K "race" and make a little statement to Breast Cancer: "You took my sister, but as long as I breath you will not take her totally because I still remember and love her."</div>
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Pink was the dominant theme today. I wonder how I would have looked in a pink tutu?</div>
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Not often you get to see the Good Health Fairy!<br />
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I wore the shirt I had made for the 2011 3-Day for the Cure with my sister's photo on the front.<br />
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Brown's Island down by the river is a popular venue for all kinds of events.<br />
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Liked this view of the James River in the distance behind the banner.<br />
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Not much I can add...<br />
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More pink!<br />
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At the start of of the race, everyone is pumped up. I was walking, not running. I have not run since the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon in October. All of these photos were taken with my new iPhone, by the way. It was a good crowd. 30+ minutes into the race, crossing back from the south side of the city, we could still see people heading across the Manchester Bridge in the distance, 30 or more minutes behind where I was - and I was hardly at the front.<br />
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Mother Nature decided to wear pink today,<br />
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as did these two dogs. Pretty in pink!<br />
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It meant a lot to me to do this walk today in my sister's memory.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-91301174700119484592014-04-26T15:00:00.000-04:002014-04-26T15:00:03.996-04:00Twelve Years!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Where does the time go? As I struggle about whether or not to keep this blog going - if not posting for more than a month constitutes "keeping it going" - I do have to reflect on this date, April 26, and its meaning to me. For it was 12 years ago, as a healthy 50 year old, I was told "You have a large mass in the middle of your chest, something that should not be there." The radiologist had written the word "Lymphoma?" on the edge of the X-ray, and that is just what it turned out to be: Hodgkin's lymphoma. <br />
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It was like <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2011/04/bolt-from-blue.html" target="_blank">a bolt from the blue.</a> Time stood still as I listened in shock. Thoughts poured through my brain. "How is this possible?" "Will I still be alive by Christmas?" "How will I tell my wife this news?"<br />
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That day lead to about a month of all kinds of tests, and then six months of living in a toxic world as I got the four awful drugs that saved my live while ravaging my body. They may yet have the last laugh, as they themselves are carcinogenic, and two of them cause heart and lung damage. But so far, so good.<br />
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How much I have done in 12 years! When this posts, I will be off in the wilderness of West Virginia backpacking - a great way to celebrate the day and my return to strength. I've done hikes all over the place, and seen some dream places - Yellowstone, Grand Tetons, Glacier, and Alaska. I've heading to Scotland later this year. I held my granddaughter <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-day-you-were-born.html" target="_blank">on the day of her birth</a>. And along the way, I have given back, raising over $60,000 for the cancer fighting cause while doing three marathons, four half marathons, and a sixty mile walk. Like anyone, the 12 years have had sadness and some heartbreak, but that is all part of life. My glass is way more than half-full. And I hope for many more years ahead before I take that last breath on earth, as we all do at some point.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-66314231963554444952014-03-14T13:05:00.001-04:002014-03-14T13:05:22.811-04:00Marathoning Bling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
While I decide whether I am going to keep this blog going or not - although given that I last posted something more than a month ago, one could easily argue that I have not kept it going - I thought I would put a few photos out there of my medals from races - my "marathoning bling."</div>
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My six medals for my Team in Training races are on the outside. Starting from the top left and moving clockwise, they are: Midnight Sun Marathon, Anchorage, Alaska, June 2005; San Diego Marathon, June, 2006; Arizona Marathon, Phoenix and environs, January 2008; Country Music Half Marathon, Nashville, Tennessee, April 2009; Seattle Half Marathon, June 2010; Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon, Hampton, Virginia, October, 2013. In the middle is my medal from the Shamrock Half Marathon, Virginia Beach, March 2012. It is my only long distance race that I didn't participate in for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Instead, I did it to celebrate 10 years as a cancer survivor. </div>
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Each of these races was special in its own way, but the Arizona Marathon was special for four reasons: (1) it was my first long race as a grandpa (2) it was my last full marathon of 26.2 miles - maybe ever (3) it was my first long distance race that my sister Ann's name was on my shirt, she having been diagnosed with breast cancer less than a year before, and (4) it was my fastest time in a marathon, and first time under six hours, which is really difficult to do if one is walking the race. That being said, running a marathon in any time is harder than walking it. I know because I ran most of my three half marathons.<br />
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My two favorite medals are from Seattle and from the Crawlin' Crab. Seattle's featured Mount Rainier and a steaming cup of joe:<br />
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And how can you not like the happy crab from Hampton?<br />
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For each of my six TNT races, I also got my coveted 26.2 or 13.1 pin.<br />
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My medals are all thrown in a drawer together, buried under workout clothing, so it was nice to take them all out, get a photo, and think of all of the hard work behind each little hunk of metal.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-10027411988956566822014-02-07T10:28:00.001-05:002014-02-07T10:31:29.264-05:00One Step Forward and Two Backward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At the start of the year, I wrote of <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2014/01/2014-fitness-and-racing-goals.html" target="_blank">my fitness goals for 2014</a>. And I have dilligently been making progress on at least some of them. I still can't fit into all my jeans, but I have lost two pounds, which I could easily gain back in a day or two of unbridled gluttony if I am not careful. I've been walking a fair amount. I've been on the eliptical machine a few times. I've been doing crunches and planks. I am walking the stairs at work at least 90% of the time, only using the elevator if I am late for something. And I have been doing two to three upper body workouts a week.<br />
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And that is where my setback, my "two steps backward," has occurred. I recently moved up to 80 pounds from 70 and it didn't seem too bad - until Wednesday night. About seven years ago, I partially tore my right rotator cuff, and now I am having very similar pain in my right shoulder. It is not agonizing - and in fact, I've had more or less continuous low level pain in that shoulder for seven years - but it is pain that was not there before this past week. And it should not be there. So clearly, I have done something I didn't want to do.<br />
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So what to do next? I think I need to knock off the upper body for a week. Then try a few light weight, say 50 pounds, workouts and see how that feels. Or even 40 pounds, or if need be just 30. I probably need to focus on lighter weights and many more repetitions. I am not sure how best to do it, but it does seem that this particular fitness goal may be one that I need to back off of.<br />
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It is always discouraging to have setbacks, but they are part of life and we just have to do our best to move forward, even if we don't get quite as far as we hoped for.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-88750619172721708552014-02-01T07:19:00.000-05:002014-02-01T07:23:00.758-05:00Mesothelioma - A Big Word With a Terrible Implication<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have you ever toured one of the great World War II Battleship museums, like the USS North Carolina in Wilmington, NC or the USS Massachusetts in Fall River, MA? It is fascinating stuff. You can go all over the ship, from the bridge and the gigantic gun turrets to deep below the water line, and get a sense what it was like to be one of 1,500 - 2,000 men living aboard one of these ships in war time. You can even get to the engine rooms with the massive power plants for the ship. And while you are down there, you can see some of the heavy use of asbestos made on these ships - and in so many other places at the time, and since.<br />
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I remember the first time I saw this, it struck me how much the men who built and later served in these ships must have been exposed to asbestos, a valuable and useful mineral with a terrible cost: mesothelioma. This is a lethal cancer of the lungs that is only caused by asbestos fiber inhalation. Thus, it is a totally preventable cancer. Yet, about 30 million pounds is used annually in the USA.<br />
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US Navy veterans of World War II and the Korean War have the highest incidence of asbestos related diseases. But of course, many others are afflicted as well. I have wondered for some time if my father could have been one of them. In the late 1930's through the mid-40's as a young man, he worked in ship yards as a shipwright and later as a naval architect, helping to build and design the ships that helped the men and women of that generation literally save the world. Forty years later, he was dying of a terrible lung cancer. It was not necessarily mesothelioma - he had been a smoker earlier in his life. But he certainly had been exposed to asbestos, and that could have been the cause of his death in 1983.<br />
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At the time my dad was working in the shipping industry, very little was known about the hazards of asbestos. That is not true today. Should we still be using so much of it? What will the cost be in 30 years to those handling it today? No level of exposure to asestos is safe.<br />
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Want to learn more about this not too well known cancer? <a href="http://www.mesothelioma.com/blog/authors/emily/8-things-you-should-know-about-mesothelioma.htm" target="_blank">Here is an excellent fact sheet</a> about mesothelioma.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-72939843061490800352014-01-18T14:28:00.001-05:002014-01-18T14:28:13.001-05:00Miles for Meg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Last Monday, I'm sure, started perfectly normally for 34 year old Meg Menzies of Hanover County, Virginia. An avid runner since her youth, she headed out on her morning run. She was training for the Boston Marathon, and her husband - also a runner - was running with her. I imagine that their three kids had headed off to school. And then, at about 8:00AM, her time on this earth came to an abrupt and tragic end. A vehicle driven by a physician, who was allegedly alcohol impaired, crossed the line onto the shoulder of the highway and struck and killed Meg. Her husband was by her side as she died.</div>
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Meg was doing everything right - running facing traffic; running in daylight; running off the road and on the shoulder; and even running into the sun so that drivers should clearly see her as they headed west with the low morning sun behind them. But it was not enough. And now, a husband is widowed, three children have lost their mother, and a genuinely good person is gone.</div>
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Today, all over the US of A and all over the world, people signed up to run and walk "Meg's Miles." I am not on Facebook and so did not formally sign up. But I did go out with my friends from the current Team in Training group and put in six miles for Meg. And I logged my participation <a href="https://www.zeemaps.com/map?group=806948" target="_blank">on this map</a>, and I logged my miles <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/16V4TD-_C7CH5xeE6VUmrmnIEtPG8YH3fILAjH_yosTU/viewform" target="_blank">on this website</a>.</div>
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May you rest in peace, Meg. All over Virginia, all over the United States, all over the world people you did not know were thinking of you today as we moved our feet.</div>
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Here is a view of some of the USA participation on "Meg's Miles:"</div>
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And here is a view of world wide participation - even as far away as New Zealand, Australia, Indonesia, and Japan, people were running and walking for Meg.<br />
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I <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2014/01/cardiovascular-fitness.html" target="_blank">blogged the other day</a> about cardiovascular fitness and trying the Rockport Mile Test to estimate my VO2 Max level. Well, having the day off today, I decided to go for a five mile walk, a rare treat for me on a Monday through Friday. And after about 1.5 miles, I came upon a middle school with a track. As it was during school hours, I thought I'd better keep going, but no kids were out and I saw two ladies running and walking laps. So I figured it was OK (more about that later).<br />
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I decided to do four laps on the level track and see how my VO2 Max estimate would compare to the hillier neighborhood route of the other night. So I walked four laps on the kind of soggy track as fast as I could, and I knocked about seven seconds off my time of the other night, down to 13 minutes and 17 seconds. And my heartbeat was slightly lower than before at 140. The overall result was that my VO2 Max level rose slightly to 36.01. That is still on the high end of "good" for males of my age. To get to "very good," my heart rate for the same time in the mile would have to be about 133. To reach "excellent," my heart beat would have to be at 114 for the same time.<br />
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If nothing else, just trying to walk a mile as fast as you possibly can is great exercise. My normal walking pace right now seems to be about 14:30 to 14:45 per mile, so cutting 1.25 to 1.5 minutes off of that requires a lot of effort. I'll be evaluating ways to improve my level of cardiovascular fitness in the coming months.<br />
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Now, the rest of the story. About a minute after I finished my laps, I was cleaning gravel out of my shoes, and a police officer appeared. He told me that the school had called in a concern that I was on school property and that I had to leave. I apologized and left immediately. I only walked there because the two women were, so I figured that it was all right. Interestingly, the two women continued to walk and run, and the officer left without speaking to them. I guess women are not viewed as the potential threat that men are, with some level of justification, I suppose.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-20915319663916080302014-01-14T20:36:00.003-05:002014-01-17T11:54:01.093-05:00Cardiovascular Fitness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the paper yesterday, there was a very good article about how the single most important indicator of good health as we age is our level of cardiovascular fitness. It seems to drive just about everything else. But there was not a reference in the article as how we can measure it, so I did what anyone with internet access would do: I used Google. And I found that one's VO2 Max (maximum volume of oxygen) level is the best indicator of this. VO2 Max is " the maximum capacity of an individual's body to transport and use oxygen during incremental exercise, which reflects the physical fitness of the individual."<br />
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So how does one measure their VO2 Max level? Well, it has to be done scientifically, using measuring equipment while one works out on a treadmill, but it can be approximated with something called a <a href="http://www.simplefit.net/static_pages/VO2-Max-Calculator/" target="_blank">Rockport Mile Test</a>. Essentially, you walk a mile, with no running, as fast as you safely can (<strong>please note, if you are not used to working out, it could be dangerous to do this, so consult a doctor</strong>) and then take your pulse immediately upon finishing the walk. Ideally, the mile should be as level as possible. Then you plug the results, along with your age, weight, and sex into the web site above, and it will calculate your VO2 Max.<br />
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In my neighborhood, I have a measured mile that I am confident is within feet of a true mile, as I measured it with a GPS - actually, 0.5 miles each way. And while it is not perfectly level, neither is it excessively steep. So tonight, I decided to take the test. I felt like I would get a cardiovascular fitness rating of "good," and I was right. My walking mile time was 13 minutes and 25 seconds. My pulse rate immediately upon finishing was about 144 beats a minute, more than double my resting pulse of 60-64. Plugged into the formula, my estimated VO2 Max value was 34.95, which is on the high side of "Good" for males my age.<br />
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This is interesting stuff, and I plan on exploring this a bit more in weeks to come as I try to gauge my level of fitness. I think I might research ways of improving our cardiovascular fitness, try some of those, and see if my Rockport Mile results go up over time - or down. I imagine there is some variabilty about the exact time to walk a mile. Or maybe this weekend, I will go to a track and do four laps and see if there is any difference, a track being perfectly level.<br />
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If you go to that website, you will see that your age affects interpreting the results. For example, my estimated VO2 Max value of 34.95 is considered a good fitness level for my age. But for males 10 or 15 years younger than I am, it would only be considered "Average." And for men 35 years younger, it would be "Poor."o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-77593855335352099622014-01-10T05:59:00.000-05:002014-01-17T11:54:14.999-05:002014 Fitness and Racing Goals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/12/did-i-meet-my-2013-fitness-goals.html" target="_blank">mixed results on last year's fitness goals</a>, crushing a few and missing others by a wide margin. But a new year is here, and I am establishing new goals. This time, every one of these goals is measurable - I am specifically writing each one so that I will know if I attained it or not.<br />
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This first one is not a goal. It is a resolution. I will fit into all three pairs of jeans this year. And not just at some point in the year - at the end of 2014! This will be a tough one to achieve, but in setting this as an objective, I do not need a weight goal. First, I am not a lot overweight. Second, I can only meet this goal if I do shed my few extra pounds.<br />
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My walking goal is to take 5,000,000 steps again this year. Because I am not anticipating training for a half marathon in 2014, I will have to be more diligent to reach this mark.<br />
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Instead of just saying "do more upper body workouts," I will set a measure. Right now, I am doing workouts with 70 pounds of weight, and 15 pound curls. So by the end of the year, I want to be using 100 pounds of weight, and 25 pound curls. That would be a very nice gain - over 40% on the weights, and 67% on the curls.<br />
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We have a crunch bench in our community fitness room. I am doing 150 crunches. My goal is to double that to 300 crunches without stopping.<br />
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I used to do 45 minutes of elliptical workout at the highest setting (mountain, level 16). I rarely do the elliptical now, but when I do, 15-20 minutes is more like it. I am going to set a goal of getting that back to 45 minutes. I'll only hit that goal if I start doing elliptical more often.<br />
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By the end of the year, I want to be holding a side plank for 60 seconds and a regular plank for 2 minutes, which is about double my current times.<br />
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By July, be walking to the top of my 18 story building. I work on the seventh floor, so need to build up from there.<br />
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That's it for fitness. Now, how about racing? Well, when I say racing, I mean "racing for a cure." Right now, I am not signed up for any races, not even the Monument Avenue 10K. And I am not running. I am not sure if running is a good idea for me. My left knee feels fairly good - not pain free, though - for the first time in two years, and I have not run since the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon. I feel like there is a correlation there. Entering a race means running, unless I want to walk it, which right now, I don't. So I have to give the thought of running again a lot more evaluation and consideration. I like running, but I love walking and hiking, and I want to be able to do those for the rest of my life. I don't want a knee or hip replacement. I need to take care of my legs, and that may mean not running. Or I may figure out a way to run without damage.<br />
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Okay, enough rambling on that. Can you tell that I am conflicted - very conflicted? So here is my racing for a cure goal for 2014: I will do something to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I have two specific ideas in mind, and one of them is quite a different thing from my usual. More on that later!<br />
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I hope anyone reading this has a great year ahead, and that you achieve your goals!o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-38543903808875033352014-01-04T07:15:00.002-05:002014-01-17T11:54:34.526-05:00175 Miles?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A calorie, abbreviated as c, is a unit of measure of energy. If I remember from my science days, it is the amount of energy that will raise the temperature of one gram of water by 1 degree Celsius (1.8 degrees Fahrenheit). But in dietary terms, what we call a calorie, such as "That chocolate bar contains 280 calories," is really a thousand calories, or kilocalories. So in that sense, if we eat something that contains exactly one (dietary) calorie, that is enough energy to heat a kilogram (2.2 pounds) of water by 1 degree C.<br />
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Too much science stuff? Too much metric system (a beautiful system of measurement, by the way)? Well, the practical effect is that everything we eat contains calories, and if we eat more than we need - I should almost say "when," not "if" - we store the excess as fat. So fat contains calories, roughly 3,500 of them for a pound of fat, although I am sure that number can vary considerably. And it takes energy to do everything we do - stand up, walk to the door, type this sentence, even to think a thought. Even if we stayed in bed all day, even if we were in a coma, our body would still be burning some energy. It seems logical that we burn more energy when we are doing something active than when we are sitting down, right? I've heard, but cannot prove, that walking or running a mile burns approximately 100 calories - although that should vary based on how much you weigh and how rugged the terrain is. I do know that one of the real challenges for long distance backpackers is getting enough to eat. They burn so much energy that they can lose all of their body fat and start breaking down muscle tissue for energy, essentially starving even while eating a lot. That is why when they hit town after a couple of weeks on the trail, they can do things like eat a half gallon of ice cream or a couple of gigantic hamburgers.<br />
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I was thinking the other day of how I am about five pounds heavier than I was in September 2011 when I walked the 60 mile Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure in Washington DC and suburban Maryland. And I was thinking what it would take to lose those five pounds, approximating that I would have to walk about 175 miles to do it. I doubt that losing a pound by walking 35 miles is exactly true or quite that simple. There would be a lot of other variables involved besides just the number of miles. And to reach my goal of fitting into all three of my pairs of blue jeans, I probably need to drop another 5 pounds, so that would hypothetically be about 350 miles of walking total to lose the ten pounds.<br />
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I realize this is all speculation and gross approximation. One key factor is what kind of calories I am consuming. 100 calories from kale is entirely different from 100 calories from chocolate which is different from 100 calories from honey. Plus, I doubt it is as simple as "walk 35 miles and you lose a pound" - not at all, I am sure. But it seems logical that if I walk enough and watch what I eat a little better, those extra five pounds will slowly come off, and then eventually the other extra five pounds, and maybe I will fit into those jeans again. Maybe it will take 175 miles to lose the first five pounds, or maybe it will take 250 miles - I don't know. I just know that it can be done.<br />
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So with the New Year, and with my temporary 8 hour day work schedule for the next few weeks, and the cool weather, I have been walking more. Essentially, I use most of my lunch break as a chance to take a nice walk. I can get in about 3 or 3.5 miles, and there are plenty of places to walk downtown. I change into a exercise shirt and underwear so I don't come back with my work clothing all sweaty, plus the cool weather helps with that. So far, so good - now I just need to stick with it and figure out how to keep it going when I go back on 9 hour work days next month. Right now, that is my goal - just walk a lot. I am very unsure about taking up running again, or even about trying to do another half marathon. And another full marathon - while you never want to say "never" - seems really unlikely at this point in my life. I will just keep walking and trying to stay in shape and see where the rest leads.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-16662572484565251032013-12-31T22:57:00.002-05:002014-01-04T07:20:43.048-05:00Did I Meet My 2013 Fitness Goals?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2013 is almost history. I wanted to compare how I did against my fitness goals for the past year. You know, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-new-year.html" target="_blank">those goals I posted in my blog</a> a year ago and then never looked at?<br />
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I missed my first goal by a mile. Remember, I was going to fit into all three of my pairs of jeans, not just the one pair? Sure I will. Well, in the upcoming year, I will either accomplish this mission or have to buy new jeans, because my one pair that fits (barely) is wearing out.<br />
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My second big fitness goal was to continue to walk and hike, and average at least 13,000 steps a day for the entire year, with bonus points for averaging 14,000 and whipped cream and a cherry on top for hitting 15,000 a day. How'd I do? Well, for the year, I took nearly 5,111,000 steps, which averages out to 14,002 per day. In miles, that amounts to over 2,000 miles on foot. So I crushed that one.<br />
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My third goal was to figure out what is going on with the left knee, and take actions to heal it. Well, I guess I get partial credit for this. My knee has hurt for two years now, ever since training for the Shamrock Half Marathon in 2012. I did get medical attention this year, and did stretching and physical therapy religiously for several months. I also largely gave up running. The net result is that the pain is much less, although I never did really figure out the exact cause. I do need to resume the PT work, however.<br />
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The fourth goal was to participate in Team in Training again. And (proof in the photo at the top) so I did, walking with just enough running to finish under three hours the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon in Hampton, Virginia on October 6. The race was on what would have been my friend Ed Stone's 44th birthday, and was a special moment.<br />
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Regarding my fifth fitness goal, I didn't do very well. That one was to get a regular upper body workout going. Unless the definition of "regular" has changed, I missed the mark pretty widely on this one.<br />
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And finally, although not strictly a fitness goal, I wanted to keep this blog updated with at least a post a week. I am going to claim success with this one, have posted about 70 times for the year, even though I know that there were some weeks that didn't get anything written.<br />
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So with six goals, I hit three right on, partially hit a fourth, and missed the other two. I am sure I will have some fitness goals for 2014 soon, and this time, I will write them down outside of this blog, too.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><strong>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</strong></span>o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-20435599013954256762013-12-27T05:27:00.002-05:002013-12-27T05:27:37.523-05:00Battered Shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the first time ever that I can remember, I've done a really good job with my latest New Balance shoes in reserving them for "formal" walks and runs - where I go out to do specific miles rather than just taking a walk. I used my older and worn pair of New Balance shoes for the latter. I got the newer shoes in late June, and used them to finish my training for the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon. I carefully kept track of the miles on them in a spreadsheet. And since the half marathon, I have pretty slack about "formal" walks. I still do plenty of walking, mostly on breaks at work and short walks around my neighborhood, and for all of those, I used my older and increasingly battered shoes.<br />
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Until recently, that is! About a month after the race, I realized that the old shoes were actually hurting my feet, they were so worn out. So I stopped wearing the old shoes and I stopped keeping track of the miles on the new ones at the 211 mile point. To show you how worn the old ones were, the newer ones with over 200 miles on them felt brand new by comparison! But now, they have many more miles on them from all of the incidental walking, and I will have to replace them soon.<br />
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Buying shoes is a major purchase, costing about $150 with inserts. It is money I don't want to spend right now. But I also know that I need to walk more, not less, than I have recently. For the next five weeks, I am back on 8 hour days at work, which means I will have a hour for lunch. In the cooler weather, that is a perfect time to get in a 3 or 4 mile walk right in the middle of the day.<br />
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So I guess my strategy is something like this: buy a new pair of New Balance shoes as soon as I set $150 aside. Wear them only for walks where I go out for a predetermined distance. Use my current shoes for all incidental walking, including walks at lunch. They will wear out quickly with all of that use. At that point, I will look for a less expensive pair of just walking shoes, and try them without inserts. I'll use those shoes for any incidental walking, of which I do a lot. In a given day, I probably average 8,000 - 10,000 steps a day between the time I get up and come home from work, and more than that if I have an hour for lunch and it is not really hot or pouring rain.<br />
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I have been walking about 5 million steps a year, which translates to over 2,000 miles in a year. That is a lot for anyone who is working full time (which is how I can afford shoes). But it also means that I wear out shoes. A good pair of walking / running shoes should last about 400 miles, but I wear mine longer.<br />
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So that is my latest shoe saga. For any serious runner or walker, there is always something going on with shoes. And it usually involves money!o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-44682875817854640562013-12-09T20:41:00.001-05:002013-12-09T20:41:23.389-05:00The Things I Missed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Wow, today marks 11 years in remission for me from Hodgkin's lymphoma! Here is a picture of me on chemo in 2002! ;^)</div>
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This past Saturday, Team in Training did the Silent Mile ceremony for the Spring Team. I was out of town, and so wrote something for Kate to read to the gathering. Here is what I wrote for the team: "The Things I Missed."<br />
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Dear 2014 Spring TNT participants:<br />
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I was thinking about all the things I missed these last 11 years because of lymphoma. I never got to <a href="http://o2bhiking.blogspot.com/2008/08/five-year-tumbledown-anniversary.html" target="_blank">hike up Tumbledown Mountain</a> in Maine with my wife and good friends, a trip we had planned to do together. I missed my friend’s fiftieth birthday party on the same excursion.<br />
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I would have loved to have been present at the <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-day-you-were-born.html" target="_blank">birth of my granddaughter</a>, to hold this sweet little bundle that day, filled with instant love for her. But I couldn’t, nor could I celebrate her birthday each year, watching her grow a little bigger each time.<br />
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I never got to go to <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary-of-my-first-marathon.html" target="_blank">Alaska to do that incredible marathon</a> for Team in Training. I also never got to do marathons in San Diego and Arizona, and half-marathons in Nashville, Seattle, and Hampton for the same great cause – to raise money to help find and fund a cure.<br />
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My wife and I always wanted to go to Glacier, Grand Tetons, and Yellowstone National Parks, and also to Alaska. But we never got to any of those places together, all because of that lousy Hodgkin’s lymphoma diagnosis in 2002. Too bad, because it would have been amazing!<br />
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In 2007, my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer, and <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-new-star-shinging-brightly.html" target="_blank">she died in May of 2011</a> from this awful disease. I wish I could have been there to give her some support and comfort. Likewise, I wish I had been around to celebrate her 60th birthday along with the rest of the family. <br />
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Speaking of birthdays, it would have been nice to have been around to celebrate my wife’s birthdays, and our wedding anniversaries, and Christmases. It must have been lonely for her.<br />
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And, it would have been amazing to have <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-komen-3-day-walk-report.html" target="_blank">walked in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day</a> for the Cure 60 mile walk to honor my sister’s memory – and to <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2011/10/land-of-pink-tents.html" target="_blank">sleep in a pink tent</a>! I hated to miss that!<br />
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Those are just a few of the big moments that I missed in the last 11 years. And when I think of all of the little day-to-day moments of joy that I missed as well, it is almost overwhelming. These little moments may not be earth-shaking, but they still help to weave the rich and colorful fabric of our lives. I missed so many things!<br />
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Now, the statements about the things that I missed are false. I actually did do all those things, and many, many more as well. But had my 2002 cancer diagnosis turned out differently, I easily could have missed all of them. Because of effective research on my type of cancer, conducted years before, I had such a great chance to survive. However, many others don’t have that same chance. You, by your sacrifice and hard work, are giving hope to others who don’t have much now: giving them the chance to build their own great memories, just as I was able to do!<br />
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I want to thank you for all you are doing for this cause, and for tackling such a tough challenge. I wish I could have been here with you today at the Silent Mile, my 11 year remission anniversary weekend. But up in Pennsylvania, I will be (silently) cheering for you and thinking of your efforts and sacrifice. Thank you so much!<br />
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Well, another Thanksgiving is here! For anyone reading this blog, a very Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, at least since becoming an adult. (Certainly as a kid, Christmas was the best!) And since surviving cancer, Thanksgiving is even more important for me. For one thing, anyone surviving something like that tends to give thanks a lot and feel a lot of gratitude. For another, it was a few days before Thanksgiving in 2002 that I had my very last chemo - talk about feeling grateful! The exact date was Monday, November 25, 2002. The way the calendars came out this year, the dates are on the same days of the weeks. So Thanksgiving that year was also on November 28. I felt too sick to eat a lot but at the same time, I was overjoyed to know that in another week or so I would start to feel pretty good, and that this time, I would not have to go back into the chemotherapy room for more poisoning. It was such a joyous feeling!<br />
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This year, there is thankfully no such drama, but the memories of dealing with cancer, getting more distant each year, are still there. It is good to be alive, although I am sobered by the remembrance of people I knew who are no longer here starting about 3 years ago. Today is the first Thanksgiving that my friend (and Crawlin' Crab teammate) Leslie will not have her husband Ed by her side. Ed is just the latest in an all too long list of recently departed friends and family members. So while I give thanks for all that I have, including life, I remember those less fortunate than I who did not survive. They are gone all too soon.<br />
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Well, enough of that! Have a Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy some good food! Kiss a grandchild! Tell someone that you love them! Watch a football game! Have an extra piece of pumpkin pie! Say a prayer of thanks! Take a nice, long walk! And give thanks for what you have. Even if it doesn't seem like a lot, it is.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-30816523958059903032013-11-17T19:58:00.000-05:002013-11-17T19:58:32.356-05:00Cheering for Teammates!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Yesterday, I got up early to go cheer at "America's Friendliest Marathon," the Richmond Marathon. I had a number of friends and teammates running and walking it, some for Team in Training, and others just because. There was supposed to be a slight chance of showers early and then clearing, but it rained pretty steadily off and on while I was out there, and I got pretty wet. The good news: I don't melt, and I dried off later.</div>
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I saw everyone in both races (plus several thousand people in the 8K) go by, starting with the fastest runners and ending with the slowest walkers. I was standing at the 2 mile point just before the half and full marathon split, cheering and ringing my cowbell ("Hate the bell!" one runner said). It was very hard to pick people out of the huge mass of humanity constantly going by at 6 - 15 feet per second. But some friends saw me and yelled my name, and I did pick a few out. There were 51 people from Team in Training in the races, but I didn't see them all. Maybe some of them wore jackets over their purple shirts.</div>
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Anyhow, I had a great time cheering, and appreciated seeing so many friends out there in the rain. Here are a few photos....</div>
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At the two mile point, these two were the lead runners in the half marathon.<br />
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This guy was skipping rope the whole way! Impressive!<br />
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At the two mile point, these two guys were flying along and leading the marathon pack. I could not sustain their pace for .26 miles, much less for 26.2.<br />
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One of the marathoners was carrying "Old Glory."<br />
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Coach Sue (in the green) carried the sweep balloon for the half marathon.<br />
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Sharing a laugh and a smile with three teammates out doing 26.2 miles that rainy day. Sorry about the raindrops on the camera lens, but it was pretty wet out there.<br />
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"Go Team!" Tracy was saying with a high kick!<br />
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My Team in Training event for this year, the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon, is now more than a month in the past. But the people I trained with were not all doing that event. A few of them ran the Nike marathon in San Francisco, but the largest number of my teammates are running and walking the Richmond Half and Full Marathons next weekend. This is billed as "America's Friendliest Marathon," and from what I hear, it is a great one to do.</div>
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Last night was the send off for the Richmond Marathon Team, held at Capital Ale House not two blocks from where I work. All of us were invited, so I went, of course. It was great to look around at the excited and happy faces. For many of them, this is there first half marathon or marathon. There were a few nervous faces, too. But they will be just fine once they cross the start on November 16. They are racing for whatever their personal reasons to run or walk this race are, but they are also racing for a cure, and I am very proud of them! They are a great group of women and men!</div>
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Every Team in Training participant gets a mentor to help them with fundraising. This year, I got two: Kristina and Bryan Babbitt. I have been involved with Team in Training for eight years now, and this couple were the best - bar none - mentors I have encountered! And I include myself in that mix, as I mentored people at least three or four seasons over the years.</div>
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I could write a lot about all the things they did to keep the participants involved and motivated, but I won't. I will mention that every week, they put out an amazingly well done newsletter for us. That alone is a ton of work. </div>
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The final touch was the race weekend. They drove all the way down from Richmond to see us off at the start and be there at the TNT finisher tent, sitting out for hours in the hot sun. And when we came up to the tent, they gave each of us a handmade gift - a medal holder. Isn't it cool? That is my medal from the race under it.</div>
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Kristina and Bryan are running the Richmond marathon together in two weeks, and I plan on being there to cheer them on. And they are coming back for their third season in a row to mentor once again. Can they top this season? I don't know, but if anyone can, they can.o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-60783869017695962282013-10-26T07:51:00.000-04:002013-10-26T09:10:22.380-04:00Taking the Road Less Traveled<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am sure that you know Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken." "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." I used this theme a few nights ago when I spoke, as a cancer survivor and multiple-time marathoner, at a Team in Training information meeting. If you know me, you know that I love to hike and take walks. Put me down on a path where I have never been, with a good pair of boots or shoes, and I will be as happy as a clam. When I come to a junction, I want to take both paths, because I am sure I will see interesting things on both. But, I have to choose. Which path shall I take?</div>
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And that is life, right? We make choices all of the time. Some are of little consequence, but a few result in a major change - for good or for bad - in one's life. For these choices, for these roads that we choose to walk on, there is no going back. My choice in 2005 to believe in myself enough to commit to training for a marathon while raising a minimum of $5,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in order to participate in the Midnight Sun Marathon in Anchorage certainly fits in that category! After Anchorage, one of the most incredible experiences of my whole life, that path led to the San Diego Marathon, then to the Arizona Marathon, and eventually to the Country Music, Seattle, Shamrock, and Crawlin' Crab Half Marathons. It led to the Komen 3-Day in 2011, just 4 months after my beloved sister's death from breast cancer. There was nothing I could do for her except cross that finish line 60 miles after starting out, shed a tear, and whisper "I did it, Ann! I did what I told you I would."</div>
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Taking that road, the road less traveled, has allowed me to experience amazing things and meet incredible and inspirational people. If I had taken the easy way out, veered away from that road and taken the more comfortable and predictable one, then I never would have had those experiences or met those people. It would have been my loss, and much of the money that I raised for LLS (nearly $60,000, I think) and Komen (about $9,000) would not have gone to those groups that are doing good works.</div>
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Last weekend, I did a water stop for Team in Training, getting out early Saturday morning to see my teammates who are still training for the Richmond Marathon and serve them water and Gator Aide. As I waited for them, I watched, with a little envy, the Richmond Marathon Training Team participants running by in a seemingly endless parade. It was almost like watching a race, there were so many of them. I was thinking, "Oh man, if we could get 1/10th or even just 1/20th of these guys to sign up for Team in Training, how great would that be?"</div>
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Then, two nights later while speaking at the informational meeting, it hit me. Those folks are on the road more commonly traveled. There is nothing wrong with that road and with running a marathon just for the experience. But what the many doing the Training Team don't have that the few of us doing Team in Training do have is the knowledge and feeling that we are doing something bigger than ourselves, something much bigger than just running a marathon. We are helping in the fight to cure cancer, and to support people facing cancer. We are walking and running on the road less traveled.</div>
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What will you do when you come to those two roads that diverge in a yellow wood? Will you also take the more uncertain road, the road less traveled? If so, that will make all the difference - in the lives of cancer patients now and to come, and in your own life!</div>
o2bhikinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15176667811267635358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616183254114688027.post-74355556935718739652013-10-10T05:26:00.001-04:002013-10-17T15:53:55.346-04:00"A Shell of a Good Time!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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This is a really well done race. J & A does a great job with events, in my experience. The course is really nice with some fantastic views, and a great tour of Hampton, Virginia, the oldest English speaking city in North America. Everything was well organized, and the volunteers were wonderful. If you want to try a new half marathon, I think that you will have a "Shell of a Good Time" at the Crawlin' Crab. I wish the crowds had been better to cheer, but you know, that is outside anyone's control.</div>
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I thought I would show a few photos from the race course, the first one of the Hampton University Band providing some excellent music just after the start.</div>
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And here is a view of the people just ahead of me. We all started in the fifth and final gate. I walked for a minute with my teammate Nancy, and went into running intervals to alternate with walking. I passed some of my other teammates, including mother and daughter Bev and Ashley, and the Sisters Stone.<br />
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Right around the time I passed these "crab heads" - pretty cool - I passed my friend Lelia and her sister Amy. Amy was doing her first half marathon. Lelia and I try to train together every week or two when our schedules allow, so it was great to see her.<br />
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One of our cheer squad snapped a photo of me running at around mile 3:<br />
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After maybe five miles, we reached the Virginia Air and Space Museum, which is well worth a visit.<br />
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Some time later, running through a neighborhood, these girls were out watching the race in front of their home, which was all decked out for Halloween.<br />
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A couple of miles of the course went along the Hampton Roads, where the USS Monitor fought the CSS Virginia in 1862. It was one of the most historic naval engagements ever, and wooden warships have been obsolete ever since.<br />
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Here is a view of the Hampton Roads from the race. This entire part of Virginia is called "Hampton Roads," that actually is a specific body of water.<br />
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Up to this point of the course, I had been mixing running and walking intervals. At the nine mile mark, I realized that I could come in under three hours if I walked the last 4.1 miles, so that is essentially what I did. My legs, not used to running, just felt shot.<br />
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Here is Coach Michelle with her purplish - pinkish parasol and red cowbell cheering for me. It was always wonderful to see one of our green-clad coaches. I had less than two miles left at this point, and was pretty tired.<br />
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With less than a mile to go, here was one last water view.<br />
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A little while later, I crossed the finish line. Here I am with my crabby medal and pulling my shirt out a bit so you can see the photos of Ed and Judy. It was a great feeling to complete this race for a great cause and in memory of Ed, a great guy, on his birthday! Enough "greats" in there?</div>
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About a minute after the race, drenched with sweat and so hot and tired, I am also pretty happy!</div>
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It was wonderful to race for a cure once again. At just under two hours and 57 minutes, this was my slowest (of four) half marathons so far, about 30 minutes slower than my fastest. But that is okay with me. I have not been running much, and this was not about my time in the race. It was about my time <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">AT</span></strong> the race, racing for a cure, and the cause and people I ran and walked for.<br />
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To all who trusted me to carry their loved ones on my shirt for 13.1 miles, I did my best to honor them and their memories.</div>
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If you have ever been in a long distance race, anything from a 5K to an ultra-marathon, you know what a nervous yet exciting time the pre-race period is. This is especially true for your first race for a particular distance, but even semi-veterans like myself get some butterflies. So when we gathered early Sunday morning, October 6, to step out and do 13.1 miles together, there was definite excitement and camaraderie in the air. I thought I would share some photos of this time before the Crawlin' Crab Half Marathon - a time to reflect on what brought us here, to wish each other a good race, and to mentally prepare a bit, all while trying to get a little rest.</div>
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As races go, this had an easy start. We did not have to gather until 6AM (I've been to races when we staged at 4AM, so 6AM was downright civilized.) We had a short 10 minute drive to the start. It was relatively cool and still dark for a while. The LLS crew set up a little purple tent so we would know where to check in after the race, and even got a coffee pot going over a camp stove!</div>
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I was joking with Coach Tim before the race. "I hope this is the last time I see you today, Tim, before the end of the race!" Why, you ask? Well, Tim was our "sweep." His one and only job was to stick with the very last purple clad cancer warrior until they crossed the finish line. He carried a big blue whale balloon so he would be obvious. "Fear the whale!" I said. Someone has to be last, and they get a ton of support out there. Because one of the really cool things about Team in Training is that all the coaches at the very end will escort the last TNT participant over the finish line. Then, their tiring and difficult job is done.</div>
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Here are our five coaches for the race, from left: Cheryl, Bob, Chuck, Michelle, and Tim. What a great group, and they would magically appear all morning out of nowhere to check in with us and to walk or run with us for a while.<br />
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Our whole team lined up for a group photo before the race:<br />
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Here is the "Sister's Stone," in purple, along with Susan, my "<a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-susan-my-triple-crown-friend.html" target="_blank">Triple Crown Friend</a>." The "Sister's Stone" formed a team in honor of Ed Stone, their husband (to Leslie) and brother (to Meg and Lorri). This amazing trio of women raised over $15,000 for this cause to run this race. I think Ed must be so proud! From left: Meg (who did 13.1 miles with a broken toe), Susan (who drove all the way down from Richmond that morning to cheer for us), Leslie, and Lorri.<br />
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And here I am, just before the race starts, with the "Sister's Stone," on Ed's birthday. We are all in purple, but I think you can tell which one is me.<br />
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On the back of her shirt, Leslie has written "<a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/10/happy-birthday-ed.html" target="_blank">Happy Birthday, Ed</a>." Nasty, terrible, cruel cancer cost this loving couple decades of happiness together.<br />
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My teammate and cancer survivor Nancy. During training when I walked, Nancy and I walked together a lot. She is a great gal!<br />
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Mother and daughter in their first half marathon! How cool is that? Ashley is on the left, and Bev - who celebrated her big 6-0 last week - is on the right.<br />
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My fabulous mentors, Kristina and Bryan, stopped by to help out for the day, and snapped this photo of me minutes before my start. My hair was not purple, because I had not hit my fundraising goal (<a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/10/made-my-goal.html" target="_blank">I since have done so</a>), but I did wear my purple headband!<br />
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I was in the fifth and last gate. Here we are, a moment from the start of the race. All of us could not wait to get moving, even though the race was only about six minutes old at this point. The small number of participants moved fast.<br />
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"Coach Bob," known to every TNT person in Virginia and a great guy, was the announcer in the race. He wore a crab suit the whole time on this very hot day! A few years ago, <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-to-go-and-congratulations-coach-bob.html" target="_blank">he won the Team in Training Service Award</a>!<br />
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One of the biggest things about race weekend with Team in Training is the inspiration dinner the night before. At all my other events, these have been huge, with hundreds or even thousands of participants and their guests. Our dinner last Saturday was tiny by comparison, but just as important. First, before dinner, we walked around a bit and enjoyed views of the downtown Hampton, Virginia waterfront.<br />
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After having a nice Legend Brown Ale draft - and toasting the memory of my friend Ed Stone - in the hotel bar, I went to the Inspiration Dinner. First, I ran into some of the coaches and mentors waiting to escort us in and cheer for us. Here is me with <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/10/coach-cheryl.html" target="_blank">Coach Cheryl</a>, who I wrote about the other day.<br />
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Then, there was Coach Chuck, our surprise guest coach from Richmond. I was thrilled to learn Saturday that he would be making the trip down. Coach Chuck is the best! I wrote <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-coach-chuck.html" target="_blank">this ode to him</a> after he coached our excellent team in Nashville, TN back in 2009.<br />
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Then there was a mini-gauntlet of clappers and cowbells, which is always cool. The first time you experience this, at a huge TNT dinner, it is almost overwhelming. This group was small but enthusiastic.<br />
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After this, the dinner went on, with recognition for our five fundraising "Rock Stars" (people who raised at least $2,700 for the event), a slide show of our honorees (all too many of which are no longer with us), the dinner, and our guest speaker, Chris. Chris was the lifelong friend of Ed Stone, who we are especially trying to honor with this race, to be held on his birthday, October 6. It is still hard to believe that this strong and determined young man is no longer here. Chris gave a great speech about some of this memories of Ed, and of why the raising of funds for cancer research as we are doing is so vital. Ed was a huge champion of LLS and Team in Training, having done over 20 events, I think. We also got a handout with photos of Ed, and on this, I am honored to say, was the poem I wrote about Ed a few days after his death, "<a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/01/when-i-thnik-of-you-ed.html" target="_blank">When I Think of You, Ed</a>."<br />
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Our mini-team, Sisters Stone, consisting of Ed's widow Leslie and his two sisters Lorri and Meg, raised over $16,000 collectively for this event. What a way to honor Ed's memory and his devotion to this cause! Leslie also rang Ed's special cowbell to cheer us on!<br />
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After some information about the race and a reminder to meet in the morning at 5:45, our dinner broke up. I went back to the room and finished getting my gear ready. I snapped photos of the front and back of my race shirt, honored with the names of so many people who have suffered from cancers.<br />
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Then, I relaxed and read for a while, then hit the sack. As is my tradition, I would get a terrible night's sleep before my race - never fails!</div>
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I reported yesterday that <a href="http://racn4acure.blogspot.com/2013/10/so-close-to-purple-but-gray-it-is.html" target="_blank">I missed my fundraising goal</a> by race time, so my hair was not purple on Sunday. But today, a very generous coworker stroked a check to LLS for $250, which puts me over my goal (I was $176 short). The ironic thing was that she called my desk Friday about 5 minutes after I left work to tell me she wanted to donate and close the gap. So I just missed by minutes running with purple hair.<br />
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But here I am - half marathon accomplished, and now, I have accomplished my fundraising mission as well!<br />
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