What's All This Then?
Greetings!
This blog has run its course, as it were. Actually three courses, but don't let that stop you from reading. Here's the skinny: I dedicated most of 2008 to running and fundraising for cancer research. On June 1, I ran the San Diego Rock n' Rock marathon. On June 21 I ran a half marathon in Anchorage, Alaska. Both of these feats were tackled with the coaching and support of The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, for which I raised $5,725. The final challenge was the New York City marathon on Nov. 2. This time I trained with "Fred's team" on behalf of Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center where I was treated successfully for Hodgkins lymphoma five years ago. I raised another $3240 (maybe more).
It was a banner year in many ways. I celebrated 5 years of health. I raised a lot of money. I earned a Team in Training triple crown for completing a triathlon, century bike ride and marathon. I was featured on a show about three first time runners in the NYC marathon, aired on NBC in New York. And ....
You can read all about my journey in sneakers below. And remember:
"A journey of 26.2 miles begins with a single shlep."
(For the back story, check out the Sept. 29th entry.)
I know myself. I know my body. Running at night just doesn't work. Yet here I am, once again, facing an evening run. I'm looking around and there's no one to blame but me. I have to keep my head clear. If my goal is to get to 26.2 in San Diego or Alaska in June, I had better start kicking myself to run in New York in the morning. I'm very disappointed in myself.
The last run I did was Tuesday and I haven't done much more than a little jumping rope since then. I'm going to be very sorry if I keep up like this. I'm heading out to the gym now, and I just hope there's an open treadmill or elliptical. I need a pounding. Maybe it will pound some sense into me.
UPDATE: No treadmill. Serves me right for waiting on a day when there's a snowstorm and every twit and his brother is on the habitrail. Jumped rope instead.
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