Honestly, I thought my "Crazy, Sexy, Cancer Goddess" tee shirt was pretty straight forward. All right, there was that man at the Cheesecake Factory who didn't get it. But he truly didn't get it so he asked what it meant. And I told him it meant that I have cancer but I'm still cool. And then he got it.
But today made me laugh. Sonia and I had a very productive day at the optometrist and the jewelry store (my watch needed its calendar reset, no jewelry purchases were made). As we were at Broadway Plaza we decided to have lunch at Nordstrom. Up we went to the 3rd floor cafe. We chose our meals, ordered at the counter and then found ourselves a nice table. The server, Sarah, came over to pick up our receipt so she would know what to bring us. And then it happened. She could see my shirt said something but she didn't know what. So she asked me what it said. I opened up my sweater a little wider displaying the text. She smiled a big smile and said in a very animated voice, "oh, I love it" Then she turned to another server and said, "Michelle, look at this tee shirt. She is a Cancer too!" Sonia looked horrified and I gave her The Look. Don't say anything it said. I smiled and we all enjoyed the moment. After they stepped away we tried to decide if there was anything we could have done to right the misunderstanding. And we decided our only course was to stay silent. But then I needed to powder my nose and I left Sonia behind. While I was gone Sarah returned and wanted to know what my exact birthday was. Poor Sonia, she had no idea what month a Cancer is so she told the young woman the truth. And Sarah was mortified. Sonia told her not to give it a second thought but I felt so sorry for her. She kind of stayed away for a while but we did get our meal, it was tasty and she did ultimately talk to us again, although no signs of the Zodiac were mentioned.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
OUCH!
I have a confession to make. I don't always listen to good advice. I am like the obstinate child that must touch that hot surface after being warned about getting burned. I've always been like that. Once, when I was probably about 7 or 8, I was out lighting lanterns at construction sites in the San Fernando Valley with my daddy. He was a public health educator with the Los Angeles County Health Department but, like many other dads who had grown up during the depression, he had a moonlight job on Saturdays and Sundays, lighting these lanterns. This was before the era of battery run flashing lights that protected people from driving into ditches. I'm trying to think what year this must have been. Probably 1956 or 1957. Sometimes Daddy would take us, his three daughters, with him to give Mama a little rest. This was back in the olden days when the porta potties at construction sites were wooden and precarious and smelly. But we had no problem using them. I guess that is why I have no problem using them at marathons. It is like the good old days, only better. But I digress. The San Fernando Valley was being build up then, farms were being replaced by subdivisions of American dream ranch homes and commercial buildings and three little girls could find fun things to do at these construction sites while Daddy filled the glass and metal lanterns or the black round "bombs" (that is what we called them) with kerosene. They would burn through the night and next day and then Daddy would be back Sunday night for one more lighting before the construction work started again on Monday. The workers would light the lanterns before they went home each night during the week.
Anyway, one Saturday Daddy had a long stretch of lanterns to light. He drove a 1952 maroon Ford stationwagon and he left the tailgate down so he could jump out and fill the lanterns as he drove along the street. I convinced him that I could ride on the tailgate, with my legs hanging in space, and it would be safe. He was driving very slowly, I could see it. He told me, whatever I did, I mustn't jump off the tailgate, until he came to a full and complete stop. I agreed to this condition. But wouldn't you know. After the second or third stop, my sense of adventure overcame me. I thought of all the TV programs I had seen where people jumped out of cars that were going much faster than my daddy was driving and nothing happened. So, without so much as holler, I jumped. And oh, my goodness, it hurt! Nothing was broken and really, I just suffered abrasions, but was my daddy unhappy with me! And I kind of learned a lesson. If I was going to be naughty, I would have to be much more discrete! Sigh.
So why am I telling you this? Because even though they tell you to use soft bristled tooth brushes, I have continued to use my electric tooth brush. And this week my gums bled a little when I brushed my teeth. And my gums were just kind of sore. Mumbling and grumbling, I finally broke down and bought a soft bristled tooth brush. But still the gums were a bit sore. Then it occured to me. Even though I use Sensodyne toothpaste, it is the strong, fancy dancy formula that whiten, brightens and makes you a millionaire. Well, maybe not the last one. So maybe I need the old fashioned Sensodyne that just gets rid of the debris left in your mouth. And off I go, back to Longs/CVS to get a kinder, gentler toothpaste. And low and behold, today, my mouth feels a whole lot better and there is no blood. And I could have avoided all this if I had just listened. But not me, no sir. I must come from Missouri!
Anyway, one Saturday Daddy had a long stretch of lanterns to light. He drove a 1952 maroon Ford stationwagon and he left the tailgate down so he could jump out and fill the lanterns as he drove along the street. I convinced him that I could ride on the tailgate, with my legs hanging in space, and it would be safe. He was driving very slowly, I could see it. He told me, whatever I did, I mustn't jump off the tailgate, until he came to a full and complete stop. I agreed to this condition. But wouldn't you know. After the second or third stop, my sense of adventure overcame me. I thought of all the TV programs I had seen where people jumped out of cars that were going much faster than my daddy was driving and nothing happened. So, without so much as holler, I jumped. And oh, my goodness, it hurt! Nothing was broken and really, I just suffered abrasions, but was my daddy unhappy with me! And I kind of learned a lesson. If I was going to be naughty, I would have to be much more discrete! Sigh.
So why am I telling you this? Because even though they tell you to use soft bristled tooth brushes, I have continued to use my electric tooth brush. And this week my gums bled a little when I brushed my teeth. And my gums were just kind of sore. Mumbling and grumbling, I finally broke down and bought a soft bristled tooth brush. But still the gums were a bit sore. Then it occured to me. Even though I use Sensodyne toothpaste, it is the strong, fancy dancy formula that whiten, brightens and makes you a millionaire. Well, maybe not the last one. So maybe I need the old fashioned Sensodyne that just gets rid of the debris left in your mouth. And off I go, back to Longs/CVS to get a kinder, gentler toothpaste. And low and behold, today, my mouth feels a whole lot better and there is no blood. And I could have avoided all this if I had just listened. But not me, no sir. I must come from Missouri!
WALKING
I was out on a mission last night. Delivering to my friend Liz library books that had been returned to the Walnut Creek Library, but belonged to our Walnut Creek schools. A neighbor, Jerry, who obviously reads this blog, was returning home in his car. He stopped, asked me if I needed a ride. I smiled and said no. He offered again and alluded to the blog where I created a game of getting a ride to shul. I smiled again and assured him that I really, really wanted to walk. I promised him that I would duly note this event in my blog. Sometimes, a walk is just a walk. But thanks for the offer, Jerry!
Monday, April 27, 2009
My appreciation for the nursing profession grows
Well, I thought I was really on a roll. I can do my own injections. I am all powerful. It isn't rocket science. Wait, maybe it is. Rocket Science. Maybe it does take a special talent, a certain knack. Maybe there is a reason I was always the last person picked for the softball team. Hmmmm....
My Morning.
I rolled out of bed a little later than usual this morning. I also went to bed a little late last night. I was trying to finish a book and Sonia was working so hard on her project I felt like I'd like to stay up with her if I could. But I didn't. Still, I got a good night's sleep. But when I woke up it was about the time I usually have my injection. So I skipped downstairs, pulled a vial from the refrigerator and carefully laid out my equipment. Now, I want to say at this point that I wasn't hurrying, I wasn't nervous and I had the instructions in front of me the whole time. I always just read the instructions as I go along because I know how easy it is, once you are comfortable doing something, to inadvertently skip a step. So, I began by preparing the needle. And I bent it. Sigh! I put it in my sharps container and got out a new one. Very carefully now I continued by pulling the Neupogen into the needle. Oops, a little bit of air and not all the medication. Re inject into vial (no, I hadn't pulled the needle out of the vial yet) and then carefully, carefully I pull the plunger out and suck the meds in....and I pull the plunger out too far and some of the Neupogen drips onto my work surface. Yikes. This is expensive stuff! I can't just go down and ask for a new vial. Oh, my gosh, what have I done? Well, I try to remain calm. No, I do remain calm and continue with the routine. I realize that little drips look like a lot of liquid and there is just about the right amount in the needle. So I continue and inject myself. No pain. No fainting. No more of this. I'm going back to my professional staff. I need at least one more set of hands to work with that needle. I thought I would grow proficient with practice but apparently this is not the case. Sigh.
My Morning.
I rolled out of bed a little later than usual this morning. I also went to bed a little late last night. I was trying to finish a book and Sonia was working so hard on her project I felt like I'd like to stay up with her if I could. But I didn't. Still, I got a good night's sleep. But when I woke up it was about the time I usually have my injection. So I skipped downstairs, pulled a vial from the refrigerator and carefully laid out my equipment. Now, I want to say at this point that I wasn't hurrying, I wasn't nervous and I had the instructions in front of me the whole time. I always just read the instructions as I go along because I know how easy it is, once you are comfortable doing something, to inadvertently skip a step. So, I began by preparing the needle. And I bent it. Sigh! I put it in my sharps container and got out a new one. Very carefully now I continued by pulling the Neupogen into the needle. Oops, a little bit of air and not all the medication. Re inject into vial (no, I hadn't pulled the needle out of the vial yet) and then carefully, carefully I pull the plunger out and suck the meds in....and I pull the plunger out too far and some of the Neupogen drips onto my work surface. Yikes. This is expensive stuff! I can't just go down and ask for a new vial. Oh, my gosh, what have I done? Well, I try to remain calm. No, I do remain calm and continue with the routine. I realize that little drips look like a lot of liquid and there is just about the right amount in the needle. So I continue and inject myself. No pain. No fainting. No more of this. I'm going back to my professional staff. I need at least one more set of hands to work with that needle. I thought I would grow proficient with practice but apparently this is not the case. Sigh.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
In my last blog I spoke about being busy. That might have been a bit of an exaggeration. I was busy being worn out and feeling a bit queasy and just a tad under the weather. And is it coincidence that my chemo was this week? I think not!
This time around Andy wasn't here to share the joy. He is off to Europe as is his custom after filing season. And before anyone starts making big eyes and saying anything about his leaving in my "time of need" let me assure you, I pushed him out of the nest. I look forward to my two weeks of bachelorette time at least as much as Andy looks forward to his travel. And who knows what he might bring me back as a present? Oh, gee, I am such a material girl. Sigh!
While he is gone, Sonia graciously agreed to come stay with me. She is "lucky" that as a freelance editor, she can pretty much do her job wherever she is. As long as there is a table, two computers and a floor for her to work on. And fortunately for her there is also a cat to shred her work when she isn't looking.
Sonia arrived the day Andy left and the next day was chemo. She hasn't driven in a number of years (who needs a car in Chicago?). Fortunately, my rebbetzin, Shternie, had already offered to drive me to and from Kaiser on chemo day so we were good to go. We had coffee beforehand and Sonia and Shternie did some catching up. Chemo was the same as always. Saw some of the same patients. And met a person who is in the same clinical trial as I am only she is getting the Avistad. I tried very hard not to be jealous. She did kind of lord it over me a bit though. Hmmm, maybe that isn't true. I think I am just being resentful now. Whatever. I know I am getting good care. Because of the drop in white blood cell count the first time around I will have Neupogen injections for seven days following each chemo treatment. And guess what? Sonia offered, OFFERED (!) to give them to me. How can she be so cool about it when her parents are such wimps? Sometimes (luckily) the apple does fall a bit distant from the tree. Thursday morning she was up bright and early, reading the instructions, preparing the injection and then without a squeal or shriek, she plunged the needle into my abdomen and administered the shot! I was totally impressed. And inspired. And my neighbors, when they heard about it, sent over their congratulations. That she is able to do what her parents can't astonishes us all. However, once again, my competitive spirit started to rear its head. And after Sonia did it two mornings in a row, I got up extra early Saturday and decided I would "prepare" the injection equipment so we could get it done quickly, once she got up. I swabbed my abdomen in a new spot, took the plastic cap off the tiny vial, retracted the needle so air was pulled into the needle, plunged the needle into the vial and injected the vial with air. The needle and vial were then inverted so the vial was upside down. Now all that was left was to pull the Neupogen into the needle, get rid of the air bubbles and give myself the injection. Could I do it? Well, dear Reader, I could and I did! I amazed myself! Within a minute or so of giving myself the injection, Sonia came downstairs. When I told her what I had done she indicated that she was really proud of me. I felt very competent!
I figured that would be the hardest part of my chemo this time but once again I learn my lesson. Even though everything was pretty much the same, everything is also different. I guess my body is slowly being beaten down by all these chemicals and so it is a little harder and longer to bounce back. I am not having such severe digestive problems this time but it still seems like time stands still in my tummy. And this time, for the first time, I did feel a little queasy. Not real nausea, just that feeling you get when you know you are going to feel nauseated but haven't gotten there yet. It wasn't bad enough for me to take the compazine but bad enough that my appetite was off. And yet, I did my best to eat and drink. I am very good about getting the minimum of 2 to 3 quarts of liquid a day that I am required to drink to keep myself healthy during chemo. Between straight water, a smoothie, tisanes, soups and yogurt (anything that has liquid in it or can melt to liquid counts), I more than fill that requirement. I have one half caff latte a day but because there is some caffeine in it, it doesn't count. But one must have one's coffee, don't you know?
I've been reading a lot lately between sleeping and eating. Read another Daniel Silva and another two Maisie Dobbs. I am enjoying them so much. I like following a character that develops and grows. I love the settings of the Daniel Silva books. They take place in cities all over Europe. And the Maisie Dobbs setting is in mainly in London England and sometimes France between WWI and WWII. Lots of social commentary and historical context. I find them fascinating. Of course, the two series couldn't be more different. Silva's books are about an Israeli secret agent/assassin (he is the good guy) with lots of blood and gore. Maisie Dobbs is a sweet former war nurse who was brought up in a lower class household but goes into service as she enters her teens and is elevated to middle class when her employers discover she has a brain. Of course, it isn't that simple. And it is totally charming.
Life is very uncomplicated for me right now. Eat, sleep, go to Kaiser when the time is right and get those walks in. Nothing else is mandatory. I'm so relaxed it is practically sinful. I'll enjoy it while I can.
This time around Andy wasn't here to share the joy. He is off to Europe as is his custom after filing season. And before anyone starts making big eyes and saying anything about his leaving in my "time of need" let me assure you, I pushed him out of the nest. I look forward to my two weeks of bachelorette time at least as much as Andy looks forward to his travel. And who knows what he might bring me back as a present? Oh, gee, I am such a material girl. Sigh!
While he is gone, Sonia graciously agreed to come stay with me. She is "lucky" that as a freelance editor, she can pretty much do her job wherever she is. As long as there is a table, two computers and a floor for her to work on. And fortunately for her there is also a cat to shred her work when she isn't looking.
Sonia arrived the day Andy left and the next day was chemo. She hasn't driven in a number of years (who needs a car in Chicago?). Fortunately, my rebbetzin, Shternie, had already offered to drive me to and from Kaiser on chemo day so we were good to go. We had coffee beforehand and Sonia and Shternie did some catching up. Chemo was the same as always. Saw some of the same patients. And met a person who is in the same clinical trial as I am only she is getting the Avistad. I tried very hard not to be jealous. She did kind of lord it over me a bit though. Hmmm, maybe that isn't true. I think I am just being resentful now. Whatever. I know I am getting good care. Because of the drop in white blood cell count the first time around I will have Neupogen injections for seven days following each chemo treatment. And guess what? Sonia offered, OFFERED (!) to give them to me. How can she be so cool about it when her parents are such wimps? Sometimes (luckily) the apple does fall a bit distant from the tree. Thursday morning she was up bright and early, reading the instructions, preparing the injection and then without a squeal or shriek, she plunged the needle into my abdomen and administered the shot! I was totally impressed. And inspired. And my neighbors, when they heard about it, sent over their congratulations. That she is able to do what her parents can't astonishes us all. However, once again, my competitive spirit started to rear its head. And after Sonia did it two mornings in a row, I got up extra early Saturday and decided I would "prepare" the injection equipment so we could get it done quickly, once she got up. I swabbed my abdomen in a new spot, took the plastic cap off the tiny vial, retracted the needle so air was pulled into the needle, plunged the needle into the vial and injected the vial with air. The needle and vial were then inverted so the vial was upside down. Now all that was left was to pull the Neupogen into the needle, get rid of the air bubbles and give myself the injection. Could I do it? Well, dear Reader, I could and I did! I amazed myself! Within a minute or so of giving myself the injection, Sonia came downstairs. When I told her what I had done she indicated that she was really proud of me. I felt very competent!
I figured that would be the hardest part of my chemo this time but once again I learn my lesson. Even though everything was pretty much the same, everything is also different. I guess my body is slowly being beaten down by all these chemicals and so it is a little harder and longer to bounce back. I am not having such severe digestive problems this time but it still seems like time stands still in my tummy. And this time, for the first time, I did feel a little queasy. Not real nausea, just that feeling you get when you know you are going to feel nauseated but haven't gotten there yet. It wasn't bad enough for me to take the compazine but bad enough that my appetite was off. And yet, I did my best to eat and drink. I am very good about getting the minimum of 2 to 3 quarts of liquid a day that I am required to drink to keep myself healthy during chemo. Between straight water, a smoothie, tisanes, soups and yogurt (anything that has liquid in it or can melt to liquid counts), I more than fill that requirement. I have one half caff latte a day but because there is some caffeine in it, it doesn't count. But one must have one's coffee, don't you know?
I've been reading a lot lately between sleeping and eating. Read another Daniel Silva and another two Maisie Dobbs. I am enjoying them so much. I like following a character that develops and grows. I love the settings of the Daniel Silva books. They take place in cities all over Europe. And the Maisie Dobbs setting is in mainly in London England and sometimes France between WWI and WWII. Lots of social commentary and historical context. I find them fascinating. Of course, the two series couldn't be more different. Silva's books are about an Israeli secret agent/assassin (he is the good guy) with lots of blood and gore. Maisie Dobbs is a sweet former war nurse who was brought up in a lower class household but goes into service as she enters her teens and is elevated to middle class when her employers discover she has a brain. Of course, it isn't that simple. And it is totally charming.
Life is very uncomplicated for me right now. Eat, sleep, go to Kaiser when the time is right and get those walks in. Nothing else is mandatory. I'm so relaxed it is practically sinful. I'll enjoy it while I can.
Picnic Time
Forgive me. It has been over a week since I posted the last blog. It was pure indolence on my part. And this makes me think that I could never become a "real" writer. I have no self discipline. Sigh! But I have been busy, in a not so busy kind of way.
Before I go into that, though, I need to talk about the young people of today.....Or at least the young people on my cul de sac. As I have mentioned before, there is a group of people, friends in the neighborhood and at school, who have kindly offered to provide Andy and me with dinner twice a week, on Sundays and Wednesdays. I am very, very grateful to everyone who has brought over these meals. Last Sunday, however, I was overwhelmed by a bountiful feast provided by my young neighbors. They came over, Keeson and Bailee, Nick and Livi, Kathleen and their parents, with balloons and picnic baskets filled to overflowing with goodies too numerous to list (Maddie also contributed but couldn't make the presentation). Okay, I'm not going to list each individual item but I will mention a couple of the outstanding delectations made by these young people. Homemade vegetable sushi and a homemade challah were among the items we found in the baskets. And ravioli, bruscetta spread with a baguette, fresh fruit and much, much more. It was just too delightful. My impression was that this was done, not because the parents thought their offspring should do it, but because the kids wanted to. They each gave something that was their favorite and happily, they were my favorites too! They were gracious givers and very sweet. My friend Stan (former k-12 principal) had decided to drop by (with a chocolate obsession cake, flowers and a bottle of wine) so he was able to enjoy the production too. We all really appreciated what these kids had put together. I would like to think that these young people are just a representation of what most kids are like today. And maybe they are. But they obviously emulate what they see at home. Some of these children I have seen in other settings and they are always kind, considerate and respectful. These are just plain good kids. You can imagine how much I love my neighborhood and my neighbors. Thank you, thank you, all of you!
Before I go into that, though, I need to talk about the young people of today.....Or at least the young people on my cul de sac. As I have mentioned before, there is a group of people, friends in the neighborhood and at school, who have kindly offered to provide Andy and me with dinner twice a week, on Sundays and Wednesdays. I am very, very grateful to everyone who has brought over these meals. Last Sunday, however, I was overwhelmed by a bountiful feast provided by my young neighbors. They came over, Keeson and Bailee, Nick and Livi, Kathleen and their parents, with balloons and picnic baskets filled to overflowing with goodies too numerous to list (Maddie also contributed but couldn't make the presentation). Okay, I'm not going to list each individual item but I will mention a couple of the outstanding delectations made by these young people. Homemade vegetable sushi and a homemade challah were among the items we found in the baskets. And ravioli, bruscetta spread with a baguette, fresh fruit and much, much more. It was just too delightful. My impression was that this was done, not because the parents thought their offspring should do it, but because the kids wanted to. They each gave something that was their favorite and happily, they were my favorites too! They were gracious givers and very sweet. My friend Stan (former k-12 principal) had decided to drop by (with a chocolate obsession cake, flowers and a bottle of wine) so he was able to enjoy the production too. We all really appreciated what these kids had put together. I would like to think that these young people are just a representation of what most kids are like today. And maybe they are. But they obviously emulate what they see at home. Some of these children I have seen in other settings and they are always kind, considerate and respectful. These are just plain good kids. You can imagine how much I love my neighborhood and my neighbors. Thank you, thank you, all of you!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I went for my four mile walk this morning. Just Liz, Allen and me. It was a perfect day for a leisurely walk. We had to divert our course once we got close to the creek, (the city of Walnut Creek does have a creek named Walnut Creek) because of the multitudes of white flies that were swarming along the trail. So we did a loop around Broadway Plaza instead of going to the bridge at Ygnacio Road. The sky was clear and blue, it hadn't gotten too hot yet and the conversation had us in stitches. We may not be fast, but between the three of us we know how to make each other laugh.
After our walk I came home. I may have the energy to walk 4+ miles but each week I seem to run out of steam a little earlier than the prior week. I took a shower and got ready for shul. That was when I realized I wasn't going to walk there. I just didn't have it in me. And then I wasn't even sure I had it in me to drive. So I checked my email instead. Liz wanted a training schedule for Honolulu. I have been thinking about it and it was time to put it together. Which got me to thinking. In December I'll still be in chemo though just one drug instead of three. My radiation will have been over with for a couple of months. Can I get back into training and run or at least walk the marathon this year? I really, really want to do it but I also don't want to be stupid. I guess what will happen is that I will play it by ear, just see how I feel as the summer progresses and see if I can jump in in September and do the training over a shortened period of time. If I feel like it. That is pretty much what I did last summer and it worked quite well. I may surprise myself. And that, I realize, is what is bugging me. I am not going to try to prove anything to anyone. I won't be running for anyone except myself. If I can do it, I will, if I can't, I won't. And I won't apologize to anyone or myself if it works out that I can't run. I will just accept it and get on with my recovery and do the run next year. Simple thoughts, simple words. Now I will accept that and move on. If that happens I will enjoy being "coach" to anyone who does train. That is part of the training that I always wondered about. How could our coaches and program reps show up every week and watch us run and not feel cheated when the marathon came and they didn't run too? I could never really understand that. They always acted like they enjoyed being on the sidelines, cheering us on, giving us pretzels and water, making us feel like we were so special. If I end up with that job, will I feel cheated? I hope not. I hope I can do the coach thing gracefully and graciously.
The latest pictures are up. The top one is from a Relay for Life event in Tucson. Justine's son, Pat, participated and my name was on one of the luminarias. Thank you for doing this, Pat!
The second picture is the new Logo for Mardie's Walnut Creek Marathon. We are still working on setting a date but don't you just love the new logo, designed by Morgan Dodge.
After our walk I came home. I may have the energy to walk 4+ miles but each week I seem to run out of steam a little earlier than the prior week. I took a shower and got ready for shul. That was when I realized I wasn't going to walk there. I just didn't have it in me. And then I wasn't even sure I had it in me to drive. So I checked my email instead. Liz wanted a training schedule for Honolulu. I have been thinking about it and it was time to put it together. Which got me to thinking. In December I'll still be in chemo though just one drug instead of three. My radiation will have been over with for a couple of months. Can I get back into training and run or at least walk the marathon this year? I really, really want to do it but I also don't want to be stupid. I guess what will happen is that I will play it by ear, just see how I feel as the summer progresses and see if I can jump in in September and do the training over a shortened period of time. If I feel like it. That is pretty much what I did last summer and it worked quite well. I may surprise myself. And that, I realize, is what is bugging me. I am not going to try to prove anything to anyone. I won't be running for anyone except myself. If I can do it, I will, if I can't, I won't. And I won't apologize to anyone or myself if it works out that I can't run. I will just accept it and get on with my recovery and do the run next year. Simple thoughts, simple words. Now I will accept that and move on. If that happens I will enjoy being "coach" to anyone who does train. That is part of the training that I always wondered about. How could our coaches and program reps show up every week and watch us run and not feel cheated when the marathon came and they didn't run too? I could never really understand that. They always acted like they enjoyed being on the sidelines, cheering us on, giving us pretzels and water, making us feel like we were so special. If I end up with that job, will I feel cheated? I hope not. I hope I can do the coach thing gracefully and graciously.
The latest pictures are up. The top one is from a Relay for Life event in Tucson. Justine's son, Pat, participated and my name was on one of the luminarias. Thank you for doing this, Pat!
The second picture is the new Logo for Mardie's Walnut Creek Marathon. We are still working on setting a date but don't you just love the new logo, designed by Morgan Dodge.
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