See Adrienne Run: Singing the Blues

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.)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Singing the Blues

The post-marathon blues. The pre-Alaska blues. The post-primary blues. Those are the easy items. I'm following my coach's advice to take it easy for a few days. I'm not going to get a pounding today and it's too late to soak my head. I'll go for a little trot tomorrow and see how I feel. If everything is in order, I'll run with the team on Saturday morning in Van Cortlandt park.

I started thinking about the next challenge immediately after I crossed the finish line on Sunday. Another triathlon seems like a logical choice. All of those century rides and now marathon training could make life a lot easier this time around. Do I go for another Olympic or up the ante to a half Ironman? What about TNT? What about another marathon? There are several marathons I would consider: New York, London, Vancouver and the most intriguing of all: the Marathon du Medoc aka the "Connoisseur's Marathon." It would be great fun to do that next year for my birthday. I know I could get at least two Francophiles to root for me: Mims and Pims

There's an old Dinah Shore song that's been going through my head: "I've Got Those Mad About Him, Sad About Him, How Can I Be Glad Without Him Blues." One wonders.