Eye of the Tiger, Baby!

Training has been slogging along.  Nothing great, but nothing horrible, either.  Until today, I guess.  It wasn't completely wretched, but I had to do 6 miles today (the longest so far), and it was a real battle.  The little voice inside my head was very whiny - "it's too hot...  why is it so hilly here?...  my feet hurt...  boy, that wind is bad!"  But, one good thing about an out-and-back run is, once you run 3 miles out, you are kind of forced to turn around and come back!  Actually, today, it was a good thing I didn't have my cell phone with me when I was running.  Because by the time I got to about 4.5, I probably would have called for a rescue ride if I had the phone :)


Now, on to my funny story.  A little background first: Abby swims with the Dayton Raiders swim team, and almost all of her training swims are out of the Wright State University swimming pool.  Since all of her practices are either 60 or 90 minutes long, this is a very good chance for me to get a run in.  So, Friday night I had to do 3 miles.  This weekend was also Air Force Marathon weekend here around Wright Patt Air Force Base, so there were tons of people at the University's Nutter Center on Friday night for a 5K to kick the weekend off.  My running course usually takes me around the campus, down by the Nutter Center, up a big hill on the back side of campus (where the president of the University lives), and back to the swimming pool.  On Friday night, though, I noticed they had a bunch of the campus set up with cones and signs, because the 5K was going to come right through there, so I ran down the other way to avoid all of the thousands of people and cars by the Nutter Center.


As I was running out, I asked volunteers at several of the intersections, if the 5K had come through yet, because I didn't want to get caught in the middle of the race, going the wrong way!  They assured me that the race hadn't started yet, so I ran out toward Fairborn, and then back.  Again, back the other direction toward the pool, I asked volunteers if the race had come through while I was out in Fairborn, and the answer was still "no". 


So, here I am, struggling all by myself on the same course that the race will take, up the hill on the back side of campus, when I come upon the driveway to the president's house, and there is the WSU pep band!  They thought that I was leading the race, because they all started cheering for me!!  I immediately ripped my head phones off and told them, "Thanks, but I'm not in the race!"  They all laughed (and I was dying laughing inside, because if you have ever seen me run, you would definitely know that there is no way I would be leading a 5K!)  Then, the pep band leader turned around to his music stand, raised his baton, and yelled to his band:  "Eye of the Tiger!  Hit it!"  At which point, the WSU Pep Band "Eye of the Tiger'd" me up the hill...  I smiled as I passed them and thanked them graciously, I ran like a rock star all the way up the hill, walked after I got out of their sight, and I giggled all the way back to the pool.

Why Disney?

Why am I doing a marathon at Disney, you might ask?  Or I might ask myself, actually...  I have not heard great things about Disney, honestly.  You have to get up at 2 am; they truck you out to the middle of nowhere, where they drop you off and you stand around for hours waiting for the race to start; the start is very slow and crowded (not that that matters to a plodder like me); last year, it was about 20 degrees at the start, I heard; in 2007, I heard they were actually running out of water at the water stops around mile 19 and 20 (um, hello... it's Florida.  Please give us something to drink!). 


But, even with all of that, I just want to run Disney.  I want to run through Cinderella's castle.  I want to experience the crowds, running around the parks.  Plus, Disney holds a very special place in my family's hearts, and here is why:

See, we visited Disney with Abby almost five years ago exactly.  When Abby was diagnosed with ALL, she was granted a "Wish" through the very wonderful Special Wish Foundation.  Since Abby was only 2 when she went through the worst parts of her chemo, she was not really old enough to make a "wish", and we definitely wanted to wait until she was older and either done with treatment, or mostly done, to do something.  However, we had to pick what her wish would be early, so we wished for her to take a trip to Disney World.


When she was 4 1/2, she was done with all of her chemo, and she had surgery to have her port removed from her chest.  Perfect time for a trip to celebrate!  We were treated to the trip to Disney World, including a limo ride to and from the airport and tons of special treatment all along the way.  We got to stay, completely at no charge, at another very special place, Give Kids the World Village.  My parents paid for themselves to come with us, and visit all of the parks with us.  We had an awesome week in October of 2005, with Abby healthy and surrounded by those she loves, having fun and eating as much free ice cream as she wanted every day, and meeting those beautiful Disney princesses! 

And that pink badge she is wearing in the pictures above?  It was a badge that identified her to the Disney cast members as a kid on her "wish trip".  It was a little disconcerting to be given so much special treatment, knowing that Abby was doing well and her prognosis was excellent; but this button meant Abby was bumped to the front of every line, and treated like a princess herself, and for a week I allowed us all to be pampered a little bit, figuring in the grand scheme of things, we deserved a bit of a break as a family after going through treatment.  Watching the final fireworks show at the Magic Kingdom on our last night there, with Tinkerbell flying over our heads while "When You Wish Upon A Star" played, seeing Abby up on her Daddy's shoulder's gazing at the fireworks and light... well, Disney truly is a magical place for kids and parents alike, even cynical old Moms like me :). 

It was hard for me to remember that it's been 5 years since we got to accompany Abby on her Wish Trip.  I was looking for Disney pictures in Picasa today, and kept wondering why I couldn't find the pictures in the 2007 folder!  Wow, 2005...  5 years ago.  In May we celebrated Abby having her five-year-off-chemo anniversary!  To leukemia survivors, this 5 year mark is a certifiable Big Deal.  Although the docs will not usually say the words, you are CURED.  Hallelujah...

So, if you are Mr. Money Bags just happening to stumble across this lowly little blog, or Bill & Melinda Gates looking to unload a cool few million or so, once you make a weetle donation to my fund-raising for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society ;-) here:  http://pages.teamintraining.org/soh/wdw11/jfasnacht, don't forget our good friends at A Special Wish and Give Kids The World Village.  God Bless...

Blowin' the Stank Off

So I skipped my run on Monday and my supposed cross-training yesterday; just too much going on, and too tired.  It's interesting to me that, after only being back in the habit of running for a few weeks, I already am starting to look forward to it.  It was late tonight after I got home from a long day at work, Abby's tae kwon do, dinner out with friends, getting the house semi-straightened up for tomorrow (our home-school coordinators are dropping in!  Don't want dirty socks on the couch...), and the 45-minute long process that is "tucking Abby in".  But I headed out for a few miles anyway; as I was leaving, I told Greg I was going out to run so I could "blow the stink off of me".  He smirked and said "good luck with that."  LOL

Speaking of smells...  it's funny to run through our neighborhood and the one next to ours and smell the various things.  Most houses have no smell at all.  But I ran past one that smelled very distinctly of garlic.  Must have been spaghetti night at their house! Another one smelled of dryer sheets.  Another one smelled like the cigarette smoke of the guy sitting on his front porch, smoking (and coughing.  And scaring me half to death :))  According to a friend of ours in the neighboorhood, if you sit on your back porch frequently enough in the summer, you will definitely smell the scent of some random neighbors smoking something else, if you know what I mean!

Luckily, one thing that I did NOT smell tonight was skunk.  I saw one about 1/4 mile from home again, in another front yard, sniffing around in the grass.  What do skunks eat, anyway?  And why do I keep seeing them in people's front yards, grazing around like little cows?

My Top 5 Running in the Dark Fears

1. Attacked by dogs
2. Sprayed by skunks
3. Lost
4. Running by dark spooky woods
5. Assailed by crazy odd-balls

I have phobias about running in the dark (see list above).  I run with cell phone in hand, fingers poised to hit 9-1-1.  I run as quickly as I can out of my nice, safe (dark) neighborhood, into more populated, well-lit areas (like N. Fairfield at 6 am... who knew there was so much traffic so early?)

By the time I got home this morning at 5:58, I had been barked at by a pair of yappies down the street, luckily who seemed contained by an invisible fence, but who I'm sure if the power was out would have chased me halfway to N. Germany-Trebein.  I had gotten turned around by the Hindu temple, unable to find the pedestrian cross-over from the "nice" new neighborhood bordering ours.  I had come across a skunk ambling through a neighbor's front yard, about 10 feet from the spot I was running on the road.  I had been startled by at least 4 other people walking and puffing through the neighborhood (really?  5:30?  You too?  OK, maybe they had the same thoughts about me...  I'm sure I look pretty skeevy without my makeup, my hair in shreds.)  And the streets where I live are just filled with dark, spooky patches of woods I have to run by to get to those nice, lighted areas.

It's OK, though.  I made it just fine, singing nice songs from church to myself the whole way to pep myself up.   Maybe next week I'll take a MagLite with me, though.  I think I could swing it pretty well at numbers 1 & 5 above :). 

FUNDRAISING UPDATE:  Wow, now that is a cool number.  I am up to 27% of my fundraising goal!!  Thank you, thank you, donors!  As I run this week, I'm going to be keeping my cousin's son, Alex, close to my heart.  He is around Abby's age; earlier this year he was diagnosed with medullablastoma, brain cancer.  He has had surgery and radiation, and starts his chemo this week.  Saturday's run is for you, Alex!!  We are praying for you!

Why I Run

These two pictures are a piece of our past; thankfully, and praise God, they are way in the past. They are from 2003, right before our daughter Abby's 2nd birthday, in March. For a couple of months before this date, she had been ill with strange symptoms (multiple bouts of pneumonia, limping, lethargic). Her pediatrician sent us to Children's Hospital in Dayton for blood work, and she was admitted the next morning. A bone marrow test confirmed what the pediatrician suspected, and what the blood work showed - Abby had Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL - http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/all_page?item_id=7049).
These pictures are from Abby's week of admission to the hospital, where she had multiple procedures, and a port placed under the skin in her chest where she could get IV chemo. That chemo would take her the next 26 months to complete.
I don't share these pictures to be sad or gloomy. Instead, whenever I look at these, I am thankful and over-the-top joyful that Abby is the strong, smart, sassy girl she is today. I want every kid with leukemia or lymphoma to have the outcome we are blessed with. I want every kid with these cancers to get through it, to survive. I want every parent to be able to feel the relief and thankfulness that Greg and I are so grateful to feel.

This is why I run.

Week 3

• Saturday

Had another hot and humid one this morning.  We ran 4 miles this morning, from the Up & Running store in Centerville.  I ran with the Team in Training mentor for the Walt Disney Marathon, Jim.  Still feeling pretty good, though!  I bought some new running shoes today too, because I get the feeling my cruddy ones from WalMart just aren't going to carry me much further :)

It was, however, fairly distressing this past week to step on the scale and see that I am now officially 2 1/2 lbs. heavier than I was when I started running two weeks ago.  I am going the wrong direction!  Argh!

Week 2

• Saturday

Got the week off to a bang with a group run on Saturday morning, which leaves at 7:30 out of Up and Running in Kettering.  Saturday morning was awesome!!  56 degrees when I left the house; just a beautiful morning for a run, compared to the 90+ degree heat I had been running in that week.

Funny story...  On Saturday morning, I was the only one running with the group (this is the Tnt [http://www.teamintraining.org] group that is training for Disney); the rest of the participants on Saturday were walkers or run/walkers.  So, our head coach, Tom, told his assistant to run with me (we did about 3 1/2 miles).  I started off running with this young man (Brad?  Brian?  I actually forget... sorry, dude, I'll figure it out next week!), and I realized pretty quick I was going to be in trouble trying to keep up with him.  He's about, oh, who knows, 25?  23?  Anybody under 35 is starting to look the same age to me now - YOUNG!  He's also about 3 weeks away from participating in his first Ironman Triathlon.  A full Ironman, mind you.  Basically, I gasped and heaved for 3 1/2 miles, while he blithely chatted away at me.  ;)  It was quite a sight to see, I'm sure.

• Sunday

Greg kicked my you-know-what with situps, pushups, planks, for about 45 minutes.  Ouch...  I still cannot do more than girly pushups :(  Something else to work on.

• Monday

Two miles of hills.  More 90+ degree weather.  Ran with Greg, he kept me going.

• Tuesday

I was supposed to cross train today!  Oops...  Does painting doors and trim count?! :)

• Wednesday

Finally wised up and ran in the morning (5:30!)  It was 75 degrees at 5:30.  At least I got it over with...

• Thursday

Greg & I ran two miles tonight together while Abby did tae kwon do.  I sound like a broken record.  Boy, it's hot!