I had this plan to write a post when there were 100 days left until the Eugene Half Marathon since everyone loves countdowns and round numbers. I marked it on my calender and then promptly forgot about it.
As you can see, it was on the 20th, and today is the 27th. Oops. So, now the countdown starts at 93. It’s better to start from an odd number, right?
I like to think I started the countdown off on a good foot by one night this week eating half a bag of Goldfish for dinner and then eating rice pudding for lunch.
That’s the type of food that fuels you through 13.1, right?
I also got some strength training in by carrying around a lot of stuff.
I got asked by a doctor if I was visiting from out of town. Nope, just have my purse, school bag, running bag, and Chemo Pal toy bag. Just a normal day.
On the fundraising side, we’re over 50%!
Tomorrow my Team in Training long run is seven miles, which is more than half of a half marathon (can we call it a quarter marathon?). Eugene still seems so far away (this may be because it’s after finals for winter quarter and it’s tough to think about life past that), but it’s also nice to have a lot of time to try to perfect the whole running thing. It also gives me time to go to workout classes an the unbelievably sore the next day. Hopefully by April I’ll be strong enough to get through a class and run 13.1 without having to walk like an 80 year old the next day. Fingers crossed.
I meant to post this yesterday but my internet decided to take a sick day.
Yesterday marked one year since I met my kiddo. I can’t believe it has been a year. I remember waiting in the lobby at Doernbecher trying to imagine what it was going to be like and then having it be nothing like anything I could imagine. I’ve watched my kiddo fight an awful disease that no one should ever have to deal with with such tenacity and grace that I could only ever hope to have. Having to face cancer when you’re too young to even understand what having cancer means is unimaginable and heartbreaking, yet every time I see her I’m filled with warmth and joy from her love of life. I’m continually amazed and impressed by the strength of her parents, their ability to keep their lives full of love and laughter is incredible. I feel so lucky to have met them and to have them in my life.
My kiddo’s birthday is next week, I’m making her a blanket that I hope she can use for years to come, and when she does, will feel the love that made it. Next weekend I’ll be at their house with my dancing shoes on and couldn’t be more excited about it.
Oh right, something about running. I went for a run today, first one in a while after somewhat getting over a cold. That was after swimming. My legs were a tad tired but man were those endorphins awesome. In a few weeks I’m going to go to a Team in Training information. Going to kick leukemia in its ass.
It’s more of a bike shirt than a running shirt, which works because if I want to do a triathlon next year I’m going to need to spend some time on a bike. I am a bit sad that I couldn’t wear it in Chicago but I think it would not have been as comfortable as the shirt I did wear. Also, the card from the ladies in the office that came along with the shirt congratulated me on my participation in the Portland Marathon… oops. They’re usually so on top of things there.
Worst: I haven’t run in over a week. I’m finally feeling better after my cold last week but all my free time right now is going to studying. Damn you school, why must you pile on so much?A lab practical and an exam on the same day for one class, the day after another exam? You’re trying too hard to make me hate you. It’s times like these that I dream of leaving Portland and obsess over nursing schools in far away places. One can dream, right?
Abbie is running the Portland Half Marathon this weekend and is raising money for the Children’s Cancer Association so that CCA can bring joy to children with cancer, like my kiddo. So head over here and show Abbie and CCA some love!
Speaking of my kiddo, she was rocking a pair of cowboy yesterday at the clinic. I wish I was half the fashionista she is…