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#5 March 25

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#5 March 25

Whew! Made it another year! To recap-something really scary happened to someone I love five years ago. Wise words, sage advice and a reminder to live life to its fullest were given. Instead of worrying and holding on to bad memories of this day, I’ve chosen to use it as a reset button. It’s time to reflect and make plans and recharge. 

The last few years have been tough for me, and I can see that when I look back at some of these older March 25 posts. Even though this year has been tougher, I decided to focuse on the positives… Which is a positive! 

Now, I may keep the post somewhat short because I’m still recovering from my barrage of allergy tests yesterday…. 

One of the “live life to its fullest” decisions I made was to start running. I wouldn’t have done that without you, little bro! So good. It’s brought me friendship, health and confidence. And, in turn, I’ve been able to use running as a way to help others. Because you helped me, I’ve been able to help other people!  Here’s a pic of some of my team after a training last Fall: 
 

I also took a huge step this year and started addressing my anxiety and depression head on. That’s going to be tougher than running a half-marathon! I started coloring and being more creative,  I’ve been hanging out with friends, I volunteered at ComicCon and with PopCulture Classroom…. Lots of good stuff happened this year! I just wish I was closer to my family and my far away, old friends so we could do some of these things together.  

Anyway… The allergies are kicking my butt so I can’t stay awake too much longer. The real big thing I wanted to say this year is thank you! Thank you to everyone who supported and encouraged me when I couldn’t do that for myself. Thank you for keeping inviting me to things even when I bail out, thank you everyone for making me laugh and smile…and for hugs and shoulders to cry on, bringing me chocolate ice cream, checking on me, and little surprises in the mail! Hopefully, I can do more of those things for you guys soon! 

And thank you, brother dear for planting an idea in my head that really took root and is starting to blossom! Reminding me to live life, and that I didn’t always have to be the strong one is what is helping me find my strength! 

Ok…to wrap up…here are some of my favorite pictures from this year-plus one a little older! 

   
    
    
 

  
Let’s all get out there and live our best lives…together! 

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Snow Day Memories

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Snow Day Memories

What better day to finally write this post? I was up and  at ’em before I found out about the delayed start at work. 

This post has been a long time coming….not out of forgetfulness. I just didn’t want this experience to be over and this post seems like an ending. And I don’t like endings… (I  now embrace the fact that  it’s just an ending for this particular experience, and that there will be more great ones to follow!) 

So-here are birthday/raceday photos!

I was so honored to run the Denver Rock n Roll half marathon on my birthday-with my TNT family and my step-dad! SD and I ran in memory of his mom, Margaret. My SD is one of the people who got me hooked on running, too. Super special day! Here we are picking up our bibs at the expo. It was as exciting as being at the Disney World gates! 

  

We both jumped on a treadmill and put in an easy mile to help raise a little more money for TNT. I don’t like treadmills…but this one was awesome!!!! 
  
Here is my jersey with all of the people/families I ran in memory or honor of. I felt very reverent pinning them on and took time to think about and pray for each family. Sadly, one person lost her battle with blood cancer not long after the race… I keep all of the ribbons where I can see them each day and think of these families still. 
  

I love this pic of my mom! She’s making race day signs for her and my Dave to hold! 
  

Sign #1 for Team Melina

  

Sign #2 for Dave to hold. (He said he loved cheering on all of the runners!!!!) 
  

Meeting up with an old friend-who also happens to be a TNT alumna! At the tent, before the race, everyone sang happy birthday to me. It was very special! 

    

In our throw away clothes in the corral. 

  

Mile 10’ish maybe? Dave and I got separated for a bit, but saw each other at the turnaround, so we knew where we each were. We made a quick plan to meet up to cross the finish together. Then, I saw some TNT ambassadors and had a great smile, hug and energy boost. Seeing all of those purple shirts on the course was very motivating! I can’t wait to cheer on other TNT runners myself someday! 

  

  

We did it!!!!! We crossed the finish together!!!

  
  

Mom and I at the Matisyahu concert. 

  

This is why I ran..it meant so much to have tepresent TNT and these families. 
  

…and Dave had these birthday flowers for me when I got home! He’s not on pictures because he took most of them! 
  

…the birthday dinner….I was spent physically and emotionally. I can’t wait to do it again! 
 

 Thank you, Team! ❤ you are all so very special to me!!! 

 
The rhythm of my life has turned into left and right and breathe and breathe. And left and right and breathe…Keep moving forward. 

I have been relentless, I have been brave, and will continue to be so. I am no longer the person I was before. 

What began as a nebulous fundraising idea, papery thin and fragile, transformed into my mantra. Be brave. Be brave. Be brave.  

 And thank you, Margaret, for being with me on this journey…

 

Risk-Free Sibling Rivalry

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Risk-Free Sibling Rivalry

I am afraid of spiders. I took this pic while trying to photograph a giant spider on the ceiling. I didn’t realize that the camera was turned around.  

 

A few weeks ago I thought I saw a spider crawling up my bedroom curtain. I peered closer and. It. Jumped. At. Me. It jumped at me. (I swear I heard it yell yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaw). 

  

That last spike in heart rate…Yep…that’s when it made the jump. 

Last night, while I was sleeping, a klutzy spider lost his footing and plummeted from the ceiling, landing soundly on my head. Not. Good. 

During my fitful slumber, I came up with a fundraising  idea I think my brother -or any sibling- would approve of…
 

If I can raise an additional $350 in my Team in Training fundraising account for the Leukemia and Lyomphoma Society (in memory of my step-grandmother Margaret) by July 31, I will visit the Butterfly Pavillion and pet Rosie the tarantula.

https://www.butterflies.org

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2012/05/120521164054.htm

 If I raise $500 more by August 9 I’ll visit the aviary at the zoo…where the birds fly free (gasp!!)  Tier three will be eating sushi. The raw stuff. 

If you were the good kid,  this is your chance to act out a little. Tease a “sibling” without fear of retaliation! No sibling, no problem-get in on the action. This your chance to experience first hand what it’s like to try to annoy  a brother or sister. If you want the full experience….throw in an extra 5 bucks over your originally planned donation and I’ll find some way to tease you back. You won’t know when, you won’t know how. Perhaps I will post a silly picture of you online, like this…

  

It’s up to you- Even if you’ve only got $5 bucks…do it. Don’t forget to see if your employer will match your donation. Help my brother ensure that his big sis has to go pet a tarantula, walk through an aviary and eat raw fish! And, while you’re at it, you know, help save a life by supporting cancer research. 

Donate here 

http://pages.teamintraining.org/rm/denver15/4margaret

Donate now! 

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Thunderstorms!

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On this rainy, stormy day I thought it would be appropriate to share a couple of stories about Margaret and thunderstorms! 

From Penny:

Grandma Callie was afraid of storm of any kind. She instilled her fear in her three daughters, Nelda, Margaret and Mary Lou.

When our mother had children she was determined to overcome her own fear of storms so that her children would not be afraid. She told us lightning and thunder were like 4th of July fireworks. We believed her and to this day we all love a good storm.

Whenever Grandma Callie was visiting and it was storming, she would have a fit because we three kids would huddle under a blanket behind the swing on the porch to watch the lightning.

From Dave:

 When the three of us kids were relatively young, 7 or 8 for me, 28 or 29 for my mother we lived in a house that had a front porch. That summer we got a refrigerator box (maybe a refrigerator!). The box opened in the front. Being kids we took the box, turned the open side down, cut some small windows in the sides and considered it a house.

One day a big thunder storm was approaching fast. We told our mother we were going to watch the storm from inside the box. As it started to blow and rain, the end of the box came up and my mother crawled in. She wanted to see the storm too. My mother liked storms and passed that on to her kids.

Today I did my training miles on a treadmill…boo…no fun, but got ‘er done! I do not enjoy a good thunderstorm and, as I ran, thought about how much fun Margaret might have had teaching me to appreciate the thunder and lightening! 

As always, here’s a link to my Team in Training page http://pages.teamintraining.org/rm/denver15/4margaret and the page for the team I just joined http://pages.teamintraining.org/rm/denver15/babymelina  Read Melina’s story!! I’m still running in honor of Margaret-and am also honored to help this team meet their goal of raising $100,000! It’s a win-win. 

Ok. To wrap up- Here is a picture of a beautiful young Margaret along with Dave and Larry, I believe! I love it!!
 

First Training Run

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I had my first Team in Training group training run today. I haven’t run in the morning in a while – so it was a bit more of a challenge than I was expecting. Getting my allergy medicines and asthma medicines and timing when to eat breakfast is going to be a big challenge! The picture this week is from me after the run. 

It was absolutely so wonderful and inspiring to meet all of the coaches and to meet my teammates. I also found several other “back of the pack-ers” who run at my pace.

When one of the captains was telling the story of loosing her 10 month old daughter I was fighting back tears. I don’t usually cry in public…but had some leaky eyes. For the 10th anniversary of her daughter’s passing, she is trying to raise $100,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma society – and I am going to help! I’ll post more about that once I have been officially been added to that fundraising team. Because of this story, I also decided to become a bone marrow donor today by registering with Delete Blood Cancer. I’ve been scared to donate – but once I learned more about how it works, it didn’t seem so scary at all.

So – in case you’re curious – I’ll be doing these runs pretty much every weekend between now and October 18th. If I can raise $250 in my online account by June 27 (along with a couple of other things) I’ll get a little bonus donation from the Leukemia and Lymphoma society. That’s kind of exciting! Here’s the link  to my fundraising page Margaret and Me.

Ok. To wrap up today I’m going to share one more story I’ve learned about Margaret. This one is from my step-dad, one of Margaret’s children, and I think it follows the last story nicely:

My mother was 18 when she married. She had her third child 2 weeks before her 22nd birthday.  So, she was young. 

When we were young my mother (Margaret) would take all of the pillows and blankets and pile them at one end of the living room. The living room ran the length of the house. With the pillows and blankets as a cushion we all, including my mother, would run and tumble. Some of us would lay on the floor and my mother would run and dive over them and do a barrel roll coming up standing. Fun times. One day during this routine a door-to-door salesman knocked on the door and when my mother went to the door, he asked for the woman of the house. At the time, I think it embarrassed her to be caught all hot and sweaty, but in later years she was proud to have been young at hart and body. She was that way till her death. 

I don’t have a picture to go with this story – but it’s so vivid I don’t think we need one! Every time I read this I can vividly picture the scene. So- during my training when the I get hot, tired, scared, and feel like I can’t do this – I’m going to remember this story and remember how Margaret laughed and tumbled and stayed young at heart!

Next time – I’ll share with you a couple of stories about the love of good thunderstorms!

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