Pajama People Pizza Run

Along with exploring sites and restaurants in Albuquerque – we’re really diving into running out here.  We’ve done a bunch of running with the Albuquerque Road Runners – joining their Saturday and Sunday runs with regularity.  It’s a wonderful group of friendly people – so it’s really helped our transition. Continue reading

The first week

The first week, I felt strong, calm, almost at peace with it all.  In retrospect – I think there was so much to focus on with healing and getting back to normal life, that I just rode that wave.  I felt tough.  My husband left that first day for a week-long business trip and I had 4 big client meetings that week.

Now – I don’t do anything for a living that requires me to be there no matter the circumstances.  So one could say – maybe I could have taken time off and missed the client meetings.  But I felt like I could handle it, these meetings had been scheduled for some time, I didn’t want to let my clients down, and no one at my firm really had the information or knowledge to take over from me in most of those meetings.  So early Tuesday morning, I took the train into NYC for a four-hour client meeting.

Then Wednesday – I was supposed to do a recruiting event in NYC at night and then take the train to Philadelphia to for a client meeting on Thursday morning.  I was dreading this, it felt exhausting and overwhelming to me.  Thankfully, one of my partners took over the recruiting event – teaches me that asking for help is a good thing!  And I took an earlier train into Philadelphia so that I could rest more.

Then the plan was to do a 2 hour client meeting in Philadelphia on Thursday, hop a train to NYC for a 3 hour evening meeting in NYC, then hop a train back to Philadelphia for a meeting on Friday.  The meetings in Philadelphia were with the same client – and when they saw me on Thursday – they strongly encouraged me to take the meeting on Friday from home (on the phone).  And my partner was able to do the presentation that day – which was another wonderful reprieve.

So I got some help and also toughed out the week.  My meetings went well and I just felt tough and strong.  And a bit tired.  I was amazed at how well my face was healing – scabs were just falling off.  I was really impressed by how well the body heals.

Derek finally arrived home on Thursday night and I made it to the weekend!

The fall

My last posts were about our trip to Disneyland to run the Dumbo Double Dare – a 10k and half marathon on consecutive days.  We had a blast – I dressed as a fairy with my friend Beth for the 10k.  I didn’t “race” either of those – because they were a week before my goal marathon.  The distances fit into my training plan – so I just ran them at training paces.

Fast forward a week – the big day finally arrives.  My goal marathon – the Lehigh Valley Via Marathon.  Held in Allentown, Bethlehem and Easton, Pennsylvania.  I had my usual nerves – but really, I felt ready.  I had given this everything I had – I upped my mileage and ran more than I had ever done in my life (most weeks 6 days/week and 700+ miles total over 6 months), I had been disciplined with my diet for the two months preceding and my weight was now at a level that I honestly never thought possible (lost about 6-7 lbs from March).  I was ready – eager, determined, hopeful.

The day dawns – the weather is about as good as it could be for that time of year and the pre-race prep that morning went fine.  We were off – I felt great, strong, confident – even smiled at my friends who were there at the 10k point.  Halfway through I was starting to get more serious as I was having to work a bit more to maintain pace, but I still felt very positive and even smiled at Noel as he too a picture of me.  The course was quite pretty – a pathway alongside the Lehigh River.  It was crowded however, as the pathway was quite narrow in spots (sometimes just tire ruts).

Past mile 19, I did a bit of a body scan – and I could tell that things might get painful in the last 10k (I was starting to feel my right hip flexor among other things).  But I knew that the next mile marker I would see was mile 20 and I felt really confident that, with the way my body felt at that point, that I would make it – I could gut it out, I had the strength and determination, and my body was, overall, in pretty good shape for 19 miles in.

19.6 – all of a sudden, I’m falling and all I know is that I see the ground and rocks coming to meet my face.  I must have tripped on something – I don’t know, I don’t recall anything.  It must have been fast, or I must have been in an awkward position – because I didn’t get my hands out to stop my fall.  I took the fall with my face – and as I rolled over, I knew my BQ was done – gone in an instant.  Blood was gushing all over my face, I was covered in dirt.  I was lucky – I had just passed a race volunteer not 20 feet past – so he was right there and radioing for help.  And I broke into sobs – partly for the pain, but, honestly, more because I knew it was gone – all that effort, all that work, all that determination – none of it mattered, my attempt to qualify was over.

I briefly considered whether I should just get up and keep running.  But I couldn’t breathe through my nose and my mouth was full of blood – so I couldn’t breath well through that either – so no.  A medic came over on a bike – asked me some questions, gave me a towel to try and hold on my nose/mouth to stanch the bleeding and called an EMS team to get me to an ambulance.  Two gators with like 6 or so guys came and got me into the gator and to the nearest ambulance.  I could tell I looked bad by everyone else’s reaction to seeing me – other runners, the medics.  I do recall a couple of runners stopping when I fell – I didn’t see anyone’s faces – but I remember a woman’s voice saying “oh my god, oh my god, are you all right” and I feel like there was another guy standing nearby too.

I had asked the volunteer to call my husband (through the towel and the blood) – but he only got Derek’s voicemail.  It bothered me to think that they wouldn’t know for awhile – that they would be waiting for me at mile 22, expecting to see me – all the while, I was already done and out.

I was taken to St Luke’s Anderson – and they wheeled me right into an emergency room bay.  They tried to clean me up a bit.  The guy was pretty nervous and I don’t think he wanted to push too hard anywhere – so my face really didn’t get all that cleaned up.  They registered me and I must have said that I just wished that my husband were there, or that he knew.  So the very nice guy who was trying to clean me up offered to call Derek again.  When he called – he finally reached Derek – and Derek was walking into the hospital!  So he went to get him.  Derek says that he (and Ron the volunteer who had called him originally) had sort of tried to prepare him for what he would see.

Once Derek arrived – he just held my hand and I just started crying and crying.  We didn’t even say anything for a little bit.  Derek knew how much of myself I had put into this, knew how much this meant to me, and probably had some sense of how devastated I was.  Once I collected myself – I asked him to have Beth, Noel, and Kandi come in – as they had driven with Derek to the hospital – I just wanted to see them and thank them.

Eventually – the doctor gave me two stitches in my left knee – a tiny wound, but deep apparently (and now I know that I must have chipped my patella or something, because there’s an extra bony bump that has grown where that wound was).  He asked me (like all the others had before) if I had blacked out, was I conscious the whole time?  I said I thought I had stayed conscious the whole time – I don’t recall blacking out.  He stared at me, deep in thought, for a few moments.  He asked to see both of my hands.  He was trying to figure out whether to do other tests on me – he said that it was odd that I didn’t get my hands out – putting your hands out is a natural reflex.  He must have decided that he didn’t need to do other tests – as he let it be.

He did send me to get a CT scan – apparently the source of all that blood in my mouth was a deep gash near my jawline inside my mouth.  He said he needed to see if my jaw was fractured – because if it were fractured, then the gash would make it an open fracture and he would need to treat it differently (close it up? put antibiotics in it?).

The nurse came back with the CT scan and said – the good news is, your jaw isn’t fractured; the bad news is, your nose is fractured in three places.   Hey – you win some, you lose some!  I asked her if they found a brain tumor – because I had thought, on my way to the CT scan, that that might be a redeeming silver lining in all of this – if they found a brain tumor that I would never have found otherwise because of this fall.  Nope – no brain tumor.  Although the doctor later shot that theory to bits as he said the CT scan didn’t really cover much of my brain.  Darn, so much for two for one!

I made a bunch of wisecracks to the nurse – she said I was the funniest patient she had had.  I guess, if you can’t cope with it in anyother way, you might as well find some humor in it.  She did finally get to really scrubbing and cleaning my face – so most of the dirt and dried blood came off.

It took until 2pm – but I was finally released.  I hung out with my Peacock running friends back at the hotel that night and then we left for home the next morning.

I’ve put two pictures of myself post-accident below.  If you don’t want to look – don’t scroll down.  There were no pictures of my full post-fall glory, but the first picture is of me shortly after I got back from the hospital and the second is the next morning when we were driving home.

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A new journey

I have been sadly negligent of this blog.  I tried to get motivated to write about some of the things that have happened – but I haven’t had time, and perhaps haven’t always had motivation.  But I have a new direction that I want to take with this blog – I’ll still probably cover fun things and vacations and such – but I want to mostly focus this blog on my journey – hopefully to redemption, but, if not, then at least to peace, understanding, and acceptance.

My friends know that I spent the better part of my spring and summer training for a marathon – training to qualify for the Boston marathon.  It was a dream that I hatched in the spring of 2012.  I made one attempt in January at the Walt Disney World marathon, and was 5 minutes too slow.  This was my next try – September 8th at the Lehigh Valley Via Marathon.

My facebook friends also know that things went badly awry that day.  I fell, was carted off the course, didn’t finish – much less qualify.  I fractured my nose in three places, had a huge deep gash inside my mouth near the jawline, got stitches for a wound in my left knee, and had lacerations all over my face.  So instead of a finisher’s medal, a BQ time, and the right to race in Boston – I got time in the hospital, medical bills I will need to pay, and a tough road to come back from.

I looked a mess – I went to work anyway that Tuesday and the rest of that week.  I didn’t run at all.  At the time, I was desperately holding on to the idea that I could rebound and try again at a marathon in early December.  I so dearly wanted to have all that training count, to take advantage of the great shape I had gotten myself into, and not to have it all taken away.  I needed to believe.  I needed to believe that that freak accident had not just taken all of that away from me.

So I tried – but last Friday, I came to the realization that it wasn’t going to happen, my body wasn’t going to make it.  And I threw in the towel on a December marathon.  I was devastated again – because the full loss finally hit me.  All that training, all that fitness – wouldn’t matter – it won’t last.  More importantly – in the weeks leading into the marathon – I felt like an athlete – strong and athletic.  I have never felt that way in my life – I’ve always felt like the geek, not particularly athletic, not particularly strong or tough.  And I loved it – I loved the way I felt, I loved the way I looked at my new lower weight, I loved being in such great shape.

And now I have doubt and fear and uncertainty.  My calves have been really problematic recently which is what made me stop training – they were too painful to run several days, and I had to realize I wouldn’t be able to do the mileage I needed.  And I have been running at a slower pace since the fall – in my base pace runs, it seemed I was naturally running half a minute a mile slower than I used to naturally run.  And my running didn’t feel comfortable or smooth.

So I have doubt – I don’t know if I will have the courage to toe the line at another marathon. I don’t know if my body will be able to sustain the mileage needed for marathon training without breaking down like it is now.  I don’t know if I’ll ever run as fast – why is my speed so much slower?  Will I ever feel strong and athletic again?

Now – I don’t have a plan.  I don’t know what’s next.  Will I pick another marathon – and when?  I’m out of the country for all of February helping out at the Sochi Olympics – so I’m unsure if I’ll be able to run at all during that period of time (running paths? facilities? will my schedule permit it?).  And if I do zero running for that entire month – I don’t think I could get ready for a late June marathon – it’s 16 weeks, but I would be starting from a base of zero.  It seems tricky to pick a marathon in July/August – because the heat would certainly act against my attempt to qualify.  And if not then – the only option is early September to make the registration deadline for Boston – the only real option I see for that time period is Lehigh Valley – and I am fairly sure that I can’t toe that line as my next marathon, maybe ever.

Which means – maybe I have to give up my Boston goal another year – and try and qualify for Boston 2016.  Which feels so far off – it almost doesn’t seem worth it – hard to think that far off right now.

So I was really down this past weekend.  I’ve started to come around this week.  And I thought that it would help me to share my story – to see where this journey takes me.  Will I try again?  When?  Will I let go of my Boston dream?  Will I regain the runner I used to be?  I don’t know what I’ll do at this point or where I’ll go.

I know myself well enough to know that I’ll probably try again.  I also know that there are a lot of ups and downs to come.  This is my blog, this is my journey.

Dumbo Double Dare – Thursday

So – back in January (or maybe even earlier), runDisney announced a new race for the Disneyland Half Marathon weekend – they were adding a 10k on Saturday (themed to Alice in Wonderland) and a special challenge called the Dumbo Double Dare which would include both the 10k and the half marathon on Sunday.  I can’t say I’ve been a lifelong Dumbo fan – but for some reason, this combination of races and the name really called to me.  We signed up and our friends Beth and Noel signed up and another fantastic weekend was planned!

We all arrived Thursday – Beth and Noel had a better flight plan and arrived mid-day.  We had a very long layover, so we didn’t arrive until Thursday around 6pm.  But with the super-efficiency of flying into John Wayne Airport – we were at the resort by like 6:25 and at Downtown Disney around 6:45pm.  We were bushed, but we couldn’t just arrive and go to sleep!  We all agreed to have a drink at the UVA bar.

The expo didn’t open until Friday morning and we were eager to get there – Derek and I had our park tickets waiting for us there, Beth was interested in seeing what Dooney bags they might have, and we just generally wanted our race stuff.  So, while we were sitting and having a drink – Beth all of a sudden says – “Is the expo already open?  How did that guy get his stuff already?”  It turns out – “that guy” was Sean Astin – which Noel refused to believe.  But it was indeed Sean Astin and Derek and I got a fun photo with him.


We had also been talking about Joey Fatone – because the ‘N Sync revival at the VMA Awards was playing on the TV loop in the cab that Derek and I took.  And lo and behold – Joey Fatone arrives to hang out with Sean!  Now – I am not normally a big celebrity stalker – but I certainly acted like one this night!


It was a great start to a great weekend.

Catching up

Well – I had intended to post regularly throughout August and into September, as I knew that I had lots of fun things coming up that would make interesting posts.  But…well – time got away from me.  I guess all that time spent traveling and having fun meant no time for blogging.

Oh well – the quick recap (with more to follow) – several weekends of racing and fun – first in Baltimore, then a party with friends in Pennsylvania; then sadly, my grandfather passed away so we had a unplanned trip to LA for the funeral; then a wonderful Labor Day weekend trip out in California at Disneyland for the Dumbo Double Dare; and finally – the culmination – my goal marathon:  Lehigh Valley Via Marathon on September 8th.

Sadly – that did not end as planned.  I was feeling pretty good and on pace to qualify (even better than qualify, I was on pace to my target which was about 5 min better than qualifying), but I fell at mile 19.6.  I was injured enough that this took me out of the race and headed toward the closest ER.  More on this whole experience later – but suffice to say, it was heartbreaking in the moment.  I have been recovering well and am starting to regain my ambition.

Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams

I can not say enough great words about this recipe book.

When I decided to get a new home ice cream maker last fall, I asked my chef friend Emilia if she had any recommendations for ice cream recipe books.  She immediately said – Jeni’s.  Since then – it’s been true love 🙂

The book itself is a joy to read – without even making the ice creams.  She offers a great introduction all about her business and the art of ice cream making.  And then the recipes! She arranges them by season and they are mouth-watering to flip through.  At first, the recipes seem a little intimidating – as they involve cooking the milk/cream mixtures, sometimes making add-ins, etc.  But they really aren’t hard to make at all.

We’ve already made many of them, and, perhaps the best thing, is that the enticing recipes and our success-to-date makes me super eager to try out more.  Our record to date:

  • Banana ice cream with caramelized white chocolate freckles – A complete winner, truly incredible
  • The milkiest milk chocolate – intense and fudgy
  • Queen City Cayenne chocolate – I really liked this and the kick of pepper at the end
  • Ohio State Buckeye – another winner
  • Roasted strawberry – this was good, but a little buttermilk-y for me; although it kept growing on us as we ate more of it
  • Roasted pistachio – yum, yum, and yum
  • Backyard mint – definitely tasted fresh, but for us – it turned out a bit grassy – we’re not sure if we use a different type of mint if that would be different; still tasty and we’re inclined to try it again to see if we can make it better
  • Baked rhubarb frozen yogurt – a nice tart flavor

And our most recent – and a huge favorite – sweet corn ice cream with raspberry



The other amazing thing about these recipes – is that the texture and consistency comes out perfectly.  We definitely look like pros with these ice creams!

EEC and Dream Cruise – the ending



We planned our trip so that we didn’t have to fly home right after the cruise – which ended up working out great, because we had a little more fun to look forward to on debarkation day.  The whole debarkation process was very quick and smooth – we caught a bus back to our resort (Animal Kingdom Lodge) and were checked in by 9:30 or so.  We didn’t have park tickets for the day – so we wandered around Downtown Disney in the afternoon.  We had early reservations at Hoop-dee-doo Musical Revue!

We like to try out as many things as possible on property – always trying new restaurants, parties, shows, etc.  I had only been to the Revue once back when I was a child and Derek had never been – so we figured it was time to head over to Fort Wilderness for some hootin’ and hollerin’.  If you’ve never been – the Revue includes a family-style meal of cornbread (so yummy), fried chicken, ribs, beans, corn, and strawberry shortcake plus all-you-can drink of wines (white, red, rose), Sangria, and sodas.  The food was all really well done – it’s simple food, but very tasty.

The cornbread was so good – that I had to include a picture :).

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The strawberry shortcake was also quite memorable and we finished way too much of our skillet.  The show itself involves six performers (three couples) on stage performing various skits and songs.  It was a fun show with a lot of audience involvement.

Later that night, we met up with our friends Beth and Noel again – for drinks at the Top of the World Lounge.  Beth had a surprise for me – a Dumbo!  We are all doing the Dumbo Double Dare over Labor Day in Disneyland – and I had fallen in love with the adorable stuffed Dumbo the last time we were together in WDW.  So great of her – and here is a pic of Dumbo meeting the Chippies:


It seemed like they had lots to talk about and they always seemed to be plotting something…

The next day, Derek and I headed to Epcot to enjoy the Flower & Garden Festival – and to check out the food kiosks that they added to the Festival.  First – a walk through the butterfly garden:


Then enjoying the flowers in Future World:


Because we really had no plans for this day, we were taking it very easy. So we decided to go see the American Adventure and arrived in time to see the entire Voices of Liberty show.  I have to admit – this group is very popular – but I had never had that great an appreciation for them.  To be fair, we had never caught a full show and always ended up milling about the room, not in the rotunda area itself.  This time, we were sitting on the benches just inside the rotunda – and I think it made a huge difference.  Their combined voices sounded wonderful and we both really enjoyed the show.


Finally – a few pics of the view from our room!  We love the Animal Kingdom Lodge and, even though we booked a Value room, we lucked out and got a Savannah View.  We sat and ate dinner on our balcony, enjoying the view of the savannah – lots of activity out there.

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Just to prove that Dumbo has not been a good influence on the Chippies – Derek snapped this picture of the three of them – apparently having emptied a bottle of wine:


A crazy year so far

2013 has really been full of unhappy tidings.  First – a friend unexpectedly passed away while on a chairlift in Vermont.  Then two close friends have had their husbands ask for separations.  Of course this week brought the Boston marathon bombing and the crazy manhunt which involved the death of an MIT campus police.  These two events – while affecting everyone in the nation – feel close to me because of the 10 years I spent at MIT, living in and around Boston, and the fact that I tried earlier this year (and am still trying) to qualify for the Boston marathon. Continue reading