2014 BMO Vancouver Marathon Recap

Well, full marathon number 4 in the bag!!

I will start off by saying that even though no personal bests were made, given certain factor of the race, I am still very happy with the result.

First factor.  The Training.

Back in February I started a new job.  The project (Sin City 2) was/is very demanding.  My work schedule did not allow for much training.  I got some 10Ks in and some 25Ks in but nothing much over that.

I remember thinking the same thing before The Goofy Challenge (I had only done one long run during training, about 35K), but still did really well.  Plus, I knew about 90% of the course from lots of local 10Ks, Half Marathons, and my own training runs.  I felt this would be beneficial.

We will come back to this factor later in the race. 

Factor 2.  The Weather.

For some reason I was under the impression that it would rain in the morning and clear up around 11 or so.  Well. this is Vancouver.  I should have checked the weather the morning of and not gone by previous forecasts.  It was pouring rain.

I took the Skytrain to the start line at Queen Elizabeth Park to cheer on friends who were running the half.  On the walk from the Skytrain to the start line, I made a startling discovery.  My waterproof Under Armor jacket was not 100% waterproof.  When I was close to the start line I found an overhang, where I stayed until my start time.  I texted my friends apologizing for not making it to see them off, but I had my own race to think about.

The rain began to subside, but then it got very, very cold. I luckily had a throw away jacket with me and put that over my legs as I huddled on a bench. For a brief moment I though about just getting back on the Skytrain and sitting this one out. But I am no quitter. Cancer did not stop Abi from being who she was and doing what she enjoyed, a little rain will not stop me from running a race I was looking forward to and had fundraised for.

When it got close to my start time, I managed to grab a gear check bag, tore some holes in it, and made a make-shift poncho.

I was told there was a hill at the 9K mark.  The Dreaded Camosun Hill!!  When I reached it, it was more of a gradual incline.  But then again, I have run a marathon in San Francisco and Anchorage.  Hills do not concern me.  Although, this one was pretty early on.  I decided to walk it and conserve energy.  Then I saw Karen!  With a sign!  And I had to run.  To be at a part of the course she knew was going to be rough and support her fellow TNT runners meant so much to me! Some much needed support there. Thank you Karen!

At kilometer 16 the rain had stopped and I had taken off my jacket.  From behind me I heard:

"Dad look!"

I turned and saw an older couple and their daughter (my age) running up behind me.  She was pointing at my calf.  I looked up and saw that her dad was wearing a superman hat.  She said that they were trying to catch up me to ask about my tattoo.  I told her Abi's story.  They smiled and told me how great it was that I was doing so much.  I answered the same way I always do:

"I wish I could have done more."

At the 18K mark, a paramedic on a bike cycled up beside me and asked about Abi.  I told him her story and he told me his.  He rides for the Ride to Conquer Cancer.  He asked me if I had heard of it and I told him I had.  He asked when I was going to join.  I answered "One race at a time.  Let me finish this one"

http://www.conquercancer.ca

From that point on, every time he saw me, he yelled to his cycle buddies: "That's Joe! He's gonna ride with us next year! I know it!"

The rain let up a bit until about kilometer 21....... The halfway point. 

That was when I crashed for the first time. I rounded the bend as the trees opened up to reveal Spanish Banks.  The rain began to pour again and the cold wind followed suite.  I tried to keep with my 10-1 run-walk intervals, but could not keep up with it.  I found that I was running out of steam after about 8 minutes.  So I reset my watch to an 8-3 run-walk interval.  I hobbled and trudged along until kilometer 26.

As I approached the aid station I had to stop.  I could feel a blister forming on the ball of my right foot.  I sat on a barricade, took off my shoe and sock, and applied some body glide (a runners best friend) to my foot.  Once I got back up and started running again, I noticed that I also needed to re-apply some body glide to another (rather tender) spot that was chaffing. The rain was reeking havoc on my initial application.  The good news was that there was a porta-john at the aid station.  I would duck in there and re-apply. 

Now, I make it a point to thank all the volunteers who work the races.  From the police officers blocking off the roads, to the people working the water/medical station.  As I was approaching the (much needed) porta-john, I thanked a volunteer who was standing beside a Road Closed sign.  I thanked her.  She smiled back and asked me why I was thanking her.

"You are out here all day volunteering your time to support us." I answered.

"You'e the one doing all the hard work!  Thank you for running!" She replied.

As I ran past her to my pit stop, she read the back of my shirt and shouted to me:

"And you are doing it for a loved one!  I am sure she would thank you too!"  

I made it to the porta-john and shut the door just in time for the volunteer to not see me break down in tears.

After my re-application and pit stop at the aid station for a water/power-aid refill, I found my second wind.  I was still keeping with an 8-3 interval, but man was I trucking.  For a while I feared I may have been trucking a bit too fast.  But I knew the course and knew what was ahead.

During this time there was no rain and for that I was grateful. I needed to make it to the Burrard Bidge before the 5 hour make.  I made it. The bridge was at kilometer 30.... 12 more to go.

"An easy 12" I told myself. "Just a quick jog around Stanley Park.  I've done this hundred of times!"

This is when Factor 1 comes into play.  Here I thought that knowing the course would give me a motivational feeling of knowing just how much more I have to go, but instead I got the agony of knowing just how much further I had to go.

At kilometer 31 (just outside my apartment), I met up with the TNT sweeper, Phil.  I had a feeling I was the last TNT participant on the field and I was right.  But I always knew I was slow.  It had never bothered me.  Hell, I am out here doing this.... And this was my 4th time!

Phil doubled back just make sure no other TNT runners were behind me.  While I pushed on, I noticed a younger guy struggling.  I slowed and walked with him for a bit.  He told me about how he had blown out his knee at kilometer 18.  I looked at him wide eyed and told him how impressed I was that he kept with it.  This guy was walking hard.  I could see the determination in him.  I asked him if this was his first marathon (knowing full well by the look in his eyes that it was).  I encouraged him.  

"The only true way to be prepared for a full marathon is to have already run one.  Think of this as a training run for your next one. The next time you decide to run a marathon, you will be surprised how well you do!"

I told him about my first marathon experience and told once again how impressed I was with his tenacity. Every now and then, from now until the end, we would pass each other. He would ask how much further. I would tell him, "X more kilometers more! You got this! You've already done Y kilometers!"

At kilometer 36, my spirit broke. This is the northern most point on the Seawall around Stanley Park. The rain was a torrential down pour. The temperature dropped (what felt like) 5 degrees. The wind kicked up hardcore. And I was spent.

Phil was still with me and at this point Andy (a TNT coach from the National Flex Program) had joined us.  Andy asked all the Coach questions.  Have you been hydrating? Have you been eating? What hurts?   I answered.  I knew what I was doing.  This was, after all, not my first rodeo.

Nothing was hurting, I just had no energy,  The Wall.  It hit.  Now I'm not stupid (some may argue with that).  I knew not to expect a repeat of Goofy, where I did not hit the wall at all.  I knew it was going to happen.  

Now you would think that a running coach would try and rev you up and get you going.  Push through the pain!!!  But TNT is different.  The coaches focus on getting you across the finish line feeling proud, good about yourself, and injury free.  After all, first and foremost TNT is about fundraising and doing something bigger for an amazing cause.  

Andy let me walk.  We spoke about our experiences with TNT, our races, our training, what got us involved in the first place. It kept my mind off of my lack of energy and kept one foot steadily moving in front of the other. 

At kilometer 40, Phil ran ahead, but we ran into Dave and Grace Jackson.  Grace is a TNT alum and the mentor for this season's team (and not to mention a good friend).  Her and her husband walked with Andy and I until around the 41.5K mark.  

As we were approaching the finish line, I kept saying to Andy,"I am going to run across the finish line.  With whatever energy I have left.... I am going to cross running and smiling."

He was very encouraging, but reminded me that it was "my" finish and I could do it how ever I felt.

At this point I hear a very loud  "JOE!!!!!!"

I looked over and saw Ruth.  Ruth was briefly mentioned in an early blog post (see 'My New Running Tattoo').  She had just finished undergoing chemo and surgery for breast cancer. Although Abi's picture in on the back of my shirt, and she is my initial reason for running, it's also known that I run for Ruth.  

I ran over (not sure where that energy came from) and gave her a big hug!  It meant so much to me for her to be there.  I started back toward the finish line, turned, and through tears shouted back "I am so glad you are here!"  It was only later I realized the many meanings that one statement held for me.

About a block later I see a whole group of my co-workers out in force with signs.  Work was only a block away and they had taken time to make signs and be there for the finish!  

Later I learned that my supervisor had come up with the "Renders Failing" sign (which was on my desk when I got to work this morning).

Once I saw them, I found the energy I needed to run across the finish line.  I got my medal and met Atul (the new TNT director) and Ruth had made her way up as well.

Atul noticed right away that something was wrong.  He asked me how I felt.  I told him I was exhausted but felt fine.  Neither Atul nor Ruth were convinced.  Atul told me that I needed to get some place warm.  I nodded and said ok. 

Only then did I realize that something was wrong.  I was cold.  Really, really cold.  My body was exhausted, depleted, spent.  I was shivering like mad.  

We made into the lobby of the hotel that many of the TNT team members were staying,  It was warm, but not warm enough.  Ruth brought me a warm drink and a blanket and tried my best to cool off my muscles while simultaneously warming up everything else.  It was the weirdest and possibly the most worrisome feeling I have had.

Ruth's parents where in town and staying nearby.  They were kind enough to let me use their shower and dryer (as well as feed me). 

While warming up I began to recap the race in my mind.  What aspects would I write about?  What do I remember?  But I kept coming back to one question: How do I feel about the race? 

First and foremost (as always) I did it for Abi and so that others and their families do not have to suffer the way she/we did. I am always proud that I can cross the finish line and know she is right there with me.

Then I began to think about my performance/time.  I never run with any particular time in mind, but all my previous marathons had been fairly consistent (about 6.5 hours). 

I went through the factors in my head and realized that I did not do bad at all.  Running a marathon is as much an emotional and mental feat as as a physical one.  The rain was crummy (I wanted to use a different word but you get the idea) and it broke alot of our spirits early on and set a "crummy" mood from the starting gun onward. Given that, 15-20 minutes over my usual time did not seem to bad.

Relatively, it seemed pretty on par. And besides........

I finished.

I finished my 4th full marathon.  I got to share Abi's story with other people.  I did something beyond myself and succeeded. I did something most would never attempt, and I did it 4 freaking times!

Yes, this entry does seem to have several negative aspects to it.  But so many times in life, the best things come out of the worst situation. If you take anything away from reading this entry, I hope it is that.

Thank you again for taking the time to read Abi's and my journey in running for their lives.

Next race:  The Scotiabank Half Marathon June 22nd 2014.  

Goofy Challenge Recap

Before I begin this next entry, I want to tell you all about a very special Christmas present.  I do not make it back 'home' (Indiana) except at Christmas. And I like to visit Abi's parents when I am home.  They still live 2 houses down from my parents.  Last year I gave Teresa and Denny the Tiffany's Medal from my first marathon (ran on what would have been Abi's Birthday).  I framed it and had a small plaque put on the frame that says "As long as she is in my memory, I will run in honor of her."

This year, Teresa gave me a very special gift.  I gift bag with 3 very simple, but very meaningful things. I only want to talk about one in this entry.  It was a Superman keychain (click here for the significance of the Superman symbol).  Attached to this key chain were 4 homemade bracelets.  They were the bracelets that Abi wore during her chemo to "remind her what was important."  They read Courage, Strength, Compassion, and Love.  I felt like I did not deserve to have these things, but graciously accepted them.  I told myself I would carry them on every race I run with TNT.

I mentioned in previous posts that I was training for The Walt Disney World Goofy Challenge.  This race consists of the Disney World Half Marathon on Saturday and then the Full Marathon the next day on Sunday. I chose this race due it's challenging nature, both to prove something to myself and to suffer.  I know the latter sounds strange, but the way I thought of it, if Abi could suffer graciously for 9 months, I could handle suffering for a whole weekend (and attempt to do it graciously).

Disney races have to be my favorite races.  They are extremely well organized and make you, the runner, feel a part of something (dare I say) Magical.  The start line shoots off fireworks for every wave of runners as they are released.

January 11th.

The morning of the half marathon was muggy and hot.  I had trained as if I was going to run both races at my normal pace, knowing that I would end up running the actual races slower.  The cut-off time for the half was 3.5 hours.  I figured that if I kept a 15 minute mile, I would finish under that time and still conserve energy for the full the next day.  I changed my interval watch to a 5:5.  Turns out that 5 minutes of jogging and 5 minutes of walking put me at a good 15 minute mile pace.

The biggest challenge of this race was paying attention to my pace.  Usually when I run a race, I am not concerned with pace or time.  In my mind, I run to have a good time, not make good time.  Finishing is always my goal. Everything else is a bonus.

I finished in just under 3.5 hours and felt good about conserving my energy.  I crossed the finish line holding up Abi's keychain.

Music is important to me when I run.  Up until this point, I had a playlist put together that matched my running tempo.  For these races, I decided to make running playlist that would keep my mood up, not my pace.  It was full of classic 80s rock songs, from AC/DC to Journey, Foreigner to Styx, etc.  (This mention will make sense later).

January 12th.

The morning of the full marathon was here and I was scared to death.  I had no idea how my body would hold up to a double race.  I kept thinking back to Alaska and telling myself to just pick a pace and go as long as you can until you are done.

The race course took us through 4 of the resorts parks.  There was plenty to see and lots of photo opportunities.  At these photo op locations, there were official race photographers and Disney characters.  Runners would wait in line for a picture, then proceed back onto the race course.  Here are a few of mine:

During the race, I could not help but break into song.  At one point I was singing Come Sail Away as it played in my headphones.  A man ran up to me and said "Oh great! Now I am going to have Styx stuck in my head!"  I responded with "Better than that What Does the Fox Say song they played during the warm up"  He simply smiled and said "True."

At one point, the course took us one lap around the Disney Motor Speedway.  I thought about the Indianapolis Mini Marathon I ran almost a year ago.  That course took us one lap around the Indianapolis 500 Motor Speedway and was a very special race because I got to run it with my dad.

As soon as I stepped foot on the track, Danger Zone began to play on my ipod.  I turned it up and proceeded to sing (loudly and I am sure, poorly).  Here is the image: A race track with several classic cars and their owners around the outside, several thousand marathon runners, and me.... running and singing (with no shame) Kenny Loggins.

Around mile 15 or so, one of the TNT coaches I had met the night before started running with me.  She asked me how I was doing.  I told her I was surprised at how well I was doing considering the challenge of a double race.  After telling her my reasons for joining TNT and about all the places I had traveled to for races, she needed to check on a few other runners. She said she would see me again around mile 24.  I told her that was good because that is where I hit the wall on my last race.

I kept running and singing.  The race officials did an amazing job of making sure there was plenty of support on the course.  We never went more than 2 miles without a water station and med tent.  I barely used my fuel belt at all.

There is a rule in marathon running: Nothing new on race day.  If you did not train with a particular sports drink, DO NOT try a new one on race day.  If you have never tried a specific energy bar, DO NOT try it on race day.  I do not usually break this rule, but on this day I did.....

My quads were getting tight.  I could not feel it when I was running, but if I stopped to stretch or adjust my shoes, I could feel it.  I kept trying to stretch them, but it was not helping.  About a mile ahead was a med tent and I remember seeing something about a "bio freeze" gel.  I decided to stop and try some.  One medic would glob a bit in your hands and then you would apply to where you needed it.  Then another medic would had you a wet towel (to wipe it off your hands).

It felt amazing. Not only did it cool me off in the heat, but it helped with my quad issue as well.  Turns out my gamble was worth it.

A few miles later, We Are the Champions began playing on my ipod.  Only one thing to do.  I started singing.  And just like that, everyone around me started joining in.  They couldn't even hear the song, but sang with me anyway.  It was a pretty cool moment.

Mile 24 came quickly and the TNT coach caught up with me.  She asked me if I had hit the wall yet.  It was at this point that I realized, I had not hit the wall yet.  In fact, it did not feel like I was going to hit the wall at all.  A great sense of pride and panic flooded over me.  Pride in the fact that I had not hit the wall yet.  And panic in the fact that I had not hit the wall yet.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out Abi's keychain and bracelets.

I ran those last 2.2 miles with no crash.  Once again, I felt amazing.  I received my medal and then also received my Goofy Challenge medal.  A race that I was dreading and looking forward to was over.  So much work and it seemed to go by in an instant.  But what an amazing instant.

When I got back to my hotel, I received a phone call from my dad.  He wanted to know about the race and had looked up my time.  When he told me my time, I did not believe him.  6 hours and 28 minutes.  That cannot be right.  Alaska was 6 hours and 24 minutes.  I stopped several times to get pictures during Goofy AND ran a half marathon the day before.  My mind instantly began to race.  What if I would have not stopped for all those pictures?!  I could have had a new personal best.  I suddenly realized.  This was a Disney Race.  You HAVE to take pictures.  Besides, 4 minutes away from a personal best in a double race (in which you stopped to take pictures), was nothing to be ashamed of.

To date, this has been the best race I have ever ran.  Maybe not in race time, but I had an amazing time on this race.  Run to a have a good time, not make good time.  And a good time I definitely had!!

My next race with TNT is May 4th.  The Vancouver Marathon.

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As always, thank you for taking the time to read Abi's and my ongoing stories.

One foot in front of the other, at any speed. 

My New Running Tattoo

Before I begin this installment, I want to just take a moment to say that today, March 27th, 2014, is the 2 year anniversary of Abi's passing.

I never knew the true meaning of the word bittersweet until 2 years ago today.  I was so heartbroken at the news, but happy that she was no longer suffering.  When my father asked Abi's niece at the funeral if she knew where Abi was, her response was so simple and so beautiful.  "She's in a place where she's not hurting anymore"

Man, I am so glad I am writing these at home where no one can see me.

So many people ask me, "Is it OK to ask about Abi?" or "Are you OK talking about it?"

The answer to that is a resounding "I will gladly tell you everything I know about Abi"

I am reminded of a conversation between Danny Hillis and the great Richard Feynman (who also died of cancer) toward the end of Feynman's life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CKW4A6jnJA&t=5m30s

Feynman, basically says that he has told so many stories, and there are so many stories about him, that he lives on in those stories.

So please, ask me about Abi! Although it can be painful at times, I will gladly tell you about her. The more I can tell you about her life, her love, her compassion, he humor, and just her, the longer she is with us. 

When I run races with TNT, I wear the trademark Purple TNT Jersey (and always with a picture of Abi on the back).  People will see this and ask me about her.  I get to share her story with strangers on a marathon course.  A part of me always envisions them going home and telling someone else, "Hey I met this guy today at the X Marathon, and he starting running because of Abi and I want to tell you about the things he said about her."

When I am not running with TNT I am usually just in regular running gear and no stories are told.  I wanted a symbol that would be with me forever to show others how much she meant to me.  In November of 2013, I got a tattoo that serves as both a reminder, a tribute, a memorial, and a conversation starter.

Abi adopted the Superman symbol while battling cancer.  It was her way of saying that she was stronger than the disease.  Although mentally and spiritually she was leagues beyond what cancer could do to her, her physical strength was not.  But Superman was not just about physical strength.  He was the embodiment of right.  Batman's nickname for Superman was "The Boy Scout."  He always strived to do the right thing.

The design for the tattoo I chose was very simple.  A Superman symbol with a purple cancer ribbon hanging from it.

Now when I run, or am at the gym, or just wearing shorts, people ask me about my tattoo.  And I can tell them Abi's ongoing story.  

Recently a good friend of mine was diagnosed with breast cancer.  The first think I did was to make it very clear that if she needed anything to call me.  She soon realized that she could come to me for anything.  I helped her through some very trying physical and mental struggles.

One day she called me and apologized.  She said that she had been so wrapped up in what she was going through that she never gave any thought to how I was handing it.  She knew what we all went through with Abi, and was worried that helping her was bringing up those memories.

I assured her that my offer to help her was beneficial to me as well.  When Abi was going through her battle, I felt helpless.  I was in Los Angeles and she was in Indiana.  I felt like I couldn't do anything to help.  The opportunity to be able to help a friend through something as insidious as cancer, meant I could do something for her. 

So if you talk to me, never feel like you cannot ask about Abi.  As long as we continue to share her stories, she will live on with us.  This has been the main purpose for this blog.  To share Abi's (ongoing) story and use it to inspire others to do great things. 

As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog and share in Abi's ongoing stories.

Anchorage Mayor's Marathon Recap.

When last I left you, I had told you about what ignited my passion for running.  I relived my first marathon while sharing it with you, the readers.  I thank you for taking the time to read it and apologize that all my blog posts will most likely be that long.  :)

In November of 2012, one month after the Nike Women's Marathon, I took a job in Vancouver Canada.  The first thing I did was find the local TNT chapter. I became a team mentor, a way for me to help others achieve that amazing feeling I felt at the end of every race.

I signed up for the Mayor's Marathon in Anchorage, Alaska (June 22nd, 2013). I figured if I was going to run another full marathon, I would make a vacation out of it.

It was a very unique experience.  Usually when a Team in Training team travels, they travel as a team. This was no exception, except that I was the only one signed up from our team for this race.

I trained with an small but excellent group of runners who all had their own passion behind their training.  A girl whose brother was diagnosed with cancer, a girl who herself was a survivor, a woman whose daughter was diagnosed at a very early age (in remission now), and several other touching stories.

It was a strange feeling hearing all of their stories.  They all had happy endings.  Stories of recovery, remission, and rejoicing.  My heart sank as I realized that my passion behind why I run was a sad ending.

But was it really?  I knew that Abi would want me to be happy for and supportive of my new team.  She would want me to make this 'sad' ending into a happy one.  After all, her story does not end with her death.

I trained hard for Anchorage and before I knew it the day was here.  I have told fellow runners on several occasions that the only way to fully prepare for a full marathon was to have already ran one.  Marathons are just as much a mental challenge as a physical one.  You always hear about the runners who don't "repsect the distance."

I had full respect for the distance.  Usually when one runs a marathon, they do what is known as a Negative Split.  This is when you run at a slower pace for the first half of the distance to conserve energy for when you run faster for the second half.  I tried this at Nike and found I had no energy for the second half.  So for Anchorage, I decided to just find a good pace and hold it for as long as I could.

The sun was out and it was a nice warm day.  At times maybe too warm. I took my time, stopping when I needed for a rest, or just to take pictures.

The course was a bit different than what I was used too. A good majority of it was a tank trail. But it was hilly.  For some strange reason I like hills and tend to run faster up-hill than on flat ground.  I blame Grampy's genetics for my muscular calves.

I reached mile 17.  This is where I crashed (or as runners call it, "Hit the Wall") during Nike.  I felt strong and very good.  I could not help but get a picture with my old barrier.

 As one does in marathon I kept running.   And as I always do, when I need a little help I always think of Abi.  She is always there to give me a little push.

I was approaching mile 24 and feeling great.  I felt unstoppable.  Famous last words right?  I stopped at an aid station to refill on water and then started back on my way.  About 5 steps back into it after my refueling, it happened.

The Wall.

It is literally how it sounds.  You can be feeling the best you've ever felt and then your body just says, "NOPE!"

I looked at the mile marker next to me. Mile 24. I started laughing.  Apparently I was laughing more than I thought, because a race medic on a bike stopped to ask me if I was ok.  I just smiled and said, "I just hit the wall."  His response was one of confusion, "Then why are you laughing?"  I pointed to the sign and simply said "It's mile 24!" Then hobbled on my way.

The reason I was laughing was indeed that is was mile 24.  I felt happy about hitting the wall this late in the race.  At Nike it had been at mile 17.  9 miles from the finish.  9 miles to push through.  This.  This was mile 24!  2 miles to push through! That I knew I could do.

Mentally prepared to push for 2 miles I rounded a corner and in the distance saw a sign with a Canadian flag on it.  I assumed it was for the Montreal Team (whom I had met the night before at dinner).  Well that is nice I thought.  As I got closer I realized...... It was not for the Montreal team. It was for someone named Joseph.  How thoughtful!

Wait......

I'm Joseph.

That is when the full impact of the sign (and what it said hit me). It was from Coach Albert and the rest of the team.  I stopped dead in my tracks and began to cry a bit (one day I may run a marathon without tearing up about something).  I fully expected Albert and the rest of the team to jump out of the bushes and yell "SURPRISE!!"  But they all have a race tomorrow.  In Vancouver.  I looked around in a daze for a second.  A few runners behind me stopped to ask if I was ok.  I pointed to the sign and just said "That's me."

(As you can probably tell by now, I am not in the best mental state from about mile 20 on)

They looked at me and said, "Oh that is nice! Where is your team?"
"In Vancouver." I responded.
"How did they get a sign up here?"
"I have no idea!" I said trying not to tear up.
"Would you like a picture next it?"

I just shook my head and handed them my phone.

This got me from mile 24 to 25.

From this point on in the race, it seemed like events where purposely happening to me to keep me going.  At mile 25 there was a woman in her front yard with a karaoke machine and a giant Team in Training banner across the front of her house.  She was singing "I will Survive"

She sees my purple shirt, stops singing, and runs out to shake my hand.  Turns out she was a cancer survivor who was in her 5th year of remission.  This got me from mile 25 to 25.5

At mile 25.5, A TNT coach from the Anchorage team (whom I had met the night before at dinner) sees me and starts running with me.  I don't remember what he said, but it got me to mile 26.

At mile 26 I was met by another TNT coach.  The day before a group of us had ran the last 0.2 miles of the course so we would know when we were almost done.  I knew that all I had to do was run up a big hill, turn into a park, and that the finish line was in that park.

The whole way up that hill, I chanted "Up, The, Hill"  in time with my steps.

I made it up the hill and sprinted across the finish line.  Another Full Marathon.  No "One and Done" for me.

That feeling of life came flooding back.  I felt so proud.  Proud that I was now a multiple marathon runner.  And proud that I could once again, honor Abi in my own way.

I made my way to the TNT tent with a huge smile on my face.  When I got there, everyone asked how I did.  "I...... I.......I forgot to look at the clock."

Turns out that despite my 7 mile crash difference, I only bettered my time by about 3 minutes.  But even though I did not make better time, I definitely had a better time.  And that is what I took away from this race.

As always, if you want to support my cause, please visit http://tinyurl.com/morerunning

As always thank you for taking time to read what I have written.  It means so much to me that you get to share in Abi's and my journey.

Be on the look out for my next 2 posts, My New Running Tattoo, and The Goofy Challenge Recap

The Beginning.

This was written back in October of 2013 for a friends running blog.  I am reposting it so after each race, I can expand on it.

I grew up in a small town in Indiana. When I was 4 years old, I met my best friend. Ben had 2 younger sisters and a few years later, his youngest sister, Abi, was born.

Abi brightened any room she was in. With a smile from ear to ear and a wonderful singing voice, she was a truly a joy to be around. She went to school to study horses, but found she missed interacting with people. She later became a greeter at Wal-Mart. Her co-workers tell stories about how she could cheer up any customer who walked in the door with just her smile and a friendly hello. She constantly went out of her way to talk with anyone and everyone who seemed to be having a bad day. She always put her own bad days aside to help those around her.

Truly, the most selfless person I ever knew.

In June of 2011, Abi went to the doctor complaining of leg pain. At first the doctor wrote it off as a lymphedema (a condition in which fluid is not carried away from a specific part of the body). She was told to find a good physical therapist and begin treatment. After working with her therapist, she was told that a CAT scan was recommended. The CAT scan revealed what we all feared, but never spoke. A tumor. After running a biopsy, we found out it was a rare (but treatable) form of sarcoma called Extraskeletal Ewing’s Sarcoma. This was a shock because that specific form of cancer was so rare and usually attacks the very young. At 21 years old, Abi took this challenge face on and was determined not to let this get her down. She literally looked death in the face and smiled.

By November of 2011, the tumor had not responded to the chemotherapy Abi's doctors had put her on. There was talk of surgery to remove the tumor. This, however, was very risky as they had no idea if the tumor was intertwined with the surrounding blood vessels of the leg. Abi smiled and reminded us all that God gave her 2 legs. Luckily, the surgery was a success and Abi was able to keep her leg.

Though it all, Abi smiled.

In February of 2012, after several months of remission, Abi was rushed to the hospital, presumably pneumonia. The scans reveal that the cancer had returned with a vengeance and had a strong hold in both of her lungs. She was put back on chemotherapy and medication to battle the blood clots associated with the infection in her lungs. It was at this time the doctors had to tell this sweet 22 year old that she was fighting a battle she could not win. Abi, with no fear and no regrets, continued living her life. Day by day. Hour by hour.

And through it all, she smiled.

In March of 2012, Abi was rushed to the hospital for what appeared to be a stroke. Scans revealed that the cancer had spread to her brain. This, in combination with the blood thinners to battle the clots, did not bode well. When she was not in the hospital for chemotherapy, she was there to have blood clots removed, and when she was not there for that, she was there to have fluid drained from her lungs. At this point, the doctors gave her a month to live.

On March 23rd, 2012, I flew back to Indiana to visit Abi and the family I had known since I was 4. For a very brief time, we were all kids again. Laughing and playing, joking and singing. It was as if time never moved.

That Sunday I flew back to Los Angeles, and the following Tuesday, I got the call. That Thursday, I was back on a plane for the funeral.

Now Abi looks down on all of us. And she is smiling.

That May, I joined Team in Training (TNT). An amazing fundraising program with the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society (LLS). As a participant, you train for endurance events such as marathons and triathlons, while fundraising for new research grants.

I was never a runner. At one point, I was pushing 300 pounds. Could I run a marathon? Screw it. This is for Abi.

Originally, I was signed up to run The Disneyland Half Marathon, but ended up switching to The Nike Women Full in San Francisco. This race was being held on October 14th. This would have been Abi's 23rd birthday. I could not think of a more perfect situation for my first race.

I trained hard, made so many new friends, and learned so much about myself during that time.

The day of the race came. I was as ready as I could be. I always tell people that the only way to be prepared for running a full marathon, is to have actually already ran one. I had no idea what to expect. I met so many amazing people on the race course. Cancer survivors, runners who lost loved ones, a couple who lost their baby girl, and people who just enjoy running. I felt amazing. Then, The Wall. It hit at about mile 17. Hard. I pushed with every amount of physical and mental strength I had to keep going. I found my greatest encouragement came from encouraging the other struggling runners around me (a practice I still do to this day).

On this particular race course there was an out and back with a loop around a lake. When I got to the lake, the race officials told me I had missed the cut-off and needed to skip the lake. I was devastated. Luckily, there was a TNT coach from another chapter who ran beside me. He reminded me that this was my first ever race and that to tackle a full marathon is no small feat. I had done the training. I had fundraised close to $4,000. I was running a marathon. 26.2 miles or 23.2 miles, it was still an amazing accomplishment.

I ran the race with a picture of Abi on my back, at mile 25.5, I took it off my back and ran across the finish line with Abi's picture held high above my head.

As I ran past all the spectators, teammates, and friends, I could not not help but break down into tears. Someone I grew up with and loved, was gone. And here I was doing something incredible in her honor. It was too much. Even now (one year later) as I am writing this, I have to wipe away tears. I remember people cheering, then reading the words on Abi's picture, then smiling at me. I remember my teammate and friend, JoeAnn (who had ran the half) running out to me. All the said was "Abi is right here with you and she is so proud."

As I approached the finish line, I could hear Coach Ed's advice on what do to when you cross. "Just remember to smile" With what little emotional. mental, and physical energy I had left, and I smiled.

I crossed that finish line, full of love, joy, accomplishment, and sorrow. Once it finally dawned on me what I had just done, I felt amazing. Not physically. I mean, I just ran a freaking marathon! I felt like I could do anything! Even more marathons!! I felt alive. More alive than I have ever felt before in my life. It was then that I realized, I had done something bigger than myself. I had raised money to help save lives. I had pushed myself to a level of life that would ensure I was not wasting what little time we have. I had honored Abi in a way that made her proud.

I wanted, no, NEEDED to do it again.

In November, I took a job in Vancouver, Canada. The first thing I did was find the local TNT chapter. I became a team mentor, a way for me to help others achieve that amazing feeling I felt at the end of every race.

I continued to train.  (EDIT May 20th, 2020) From October 14th, 2012 to today, I have ran 5 full marathons, numerous half marathons, countless 10ks/5ks, a RAGNAR relay, a Tough Mudder, The BC Ride to Conquer Cancer, several Cyclocross races, 13 triathlons (including the infamous Escape from Alcatraz) and 6 Ironman 70.3 races. I am currently training for my first full Ironman.  And I have raised over to $30,000 towards cancer research and treatment.


My story does not end there. This year (2013), I am raising money for LLS by challenging myself even further. The Disney World Goofy Challenge. There's nothing Goofy about Goofy's Race and a Half Challenge! Its 39.3 miles and two-days of pure fun and Disney magic. Goofy's Race and a Half Challenge combines Saturday's Half Marathon – over 13.1 miles with Sunday's full Marathon which covers 26.2 miles through all four Walt Disney World Theme Parks.(See Goofy Challenge Recap)

I chose this race because of it's difficulty. Everyday, thousands of people suffer from their battles with cancer. Compared to this,my suffering on the course(s) of The Goofy Challenge will be next to nothing.



To find a local TNT chapter near you please visit: www.teamintraining.org/

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. It means so much to know that Abi's story is being shared. I know she is looking down on all of us..... and smiling.