Sunday, June 20, 2010

Greg's Mid-Life Crisis

Two months ago Greg came home from work and quietly took me aside to discuss the bad news - our Subaru was dying. Our beloved Subaru. The darling, little black Forester we got before all the crazy kids arrived and it was still just the two of us. Ah...lovely times.

This car has been with me and Our Big Guy, quickly followed by Our Sweetie, at which point it drove across country to Connecticut and with the arrival of Pretty Girl, it became Greg's commuter car. Many long hours on I-95 and eventually our favorite freeway - The Merritt. And finally these last few years back in the west.

So with the Democrats in power and the corrupt EPA gathering more power than it should - I was imagining a very fuel-efficient car. Something around 35...maybe 40 mpg. Something with 4 doors, sleek - yet professional.

But Greg had other plans.

This was his chance - and he knew it - to get what he'd been dreaming about for many years. And frankly, there was no stopping him.

This is NOT a commuter car (which Greg needs). It's not efficient by any means (17mpg). It's not practical (stick shift).

But it's been with us for 2 weeks now, and every morning Greg is pretty much leaping out of bed - ready to go drive his car to...anywhere. He comes home with the biggest grin on his face, excited to tell me another fascinating fact yet again about the Toyota FJ Cruiser.

I call it Greg's mid-life crisis.

He tells me it's a good thing he didn't pick a girl...

Monday, June 14, 2010

Little Red Riding Hood - Epilogue

This past winter (back when I thought I would be riding in Little Red), I wrote a very short piece for submission to the Cancer Survivors section of Little Red.

I had no idea until today that they actually accepted my story (amongst 20 others) and published it to their website here. Wow! I was really touched. There are some amazing stories on the site. I'm the 9th story listed if you scroll down.

Or here's the whole piece to save time -

In 1980 my mother was diagnosed with a rare cancer, called leiomyosarcoma, involving a degenerative muscle in the muscular wall of the left ovarian artery. She had just given birth to her second child two weeks before the diagnosis. My family knew from the beginning there would be no possible treatment available – it was such a unique form, it was completely untreatable. She suffered for 3 years before the cancer took her in 1983. I was 7 when she passed away.

I think any family survivors of cancer victims can relate that as you grow older, the loss is more pressing and keenly felt as you reach milestones in your life where the loved one is greatly desired, but cannot attend. I’m now in my early 30s, and I still think of her daily.

Even as a child, you feel the need to do something to help the outcome, even if you’ve exhausted every possible option. A sense of helplessness never seems to dissipate with the passing of time.

This is why I race. I’m doing something, even though my mother is no longer here. I’m not sitting alone grieving. I’m working. It’s the physical “doing”, the exercise that is tremendously healing. It helps me feel closer to my mother and provides a positive outlet for my pain.

And what a tremendous resource to meet others who have suffered – in one way or another – from this painful disease and are now working just as hard to heal themselves and others. It’s a great association and I’m thrilled to be able to race with my family and friends in June.


Of would have been even sweeter if I had raced.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

LRRH - Final Progress Log

-1 day...

Selected work-out song for final log - Shakira, Ciega, Sordomuda

2 weeks ago I sold my 80 mile ticket to my excellent neighbor - it made me feel slightly better that someone I knew and admired was taking my place.

In spite of an entire year of training down the drain, I still made the trek to Logan to cheer on my sister-in-law Mauricette, my amazing friend Lea and 2,998 other women.

I'm not going to lie - it was really rough to see all these women gearing up, rearing to go and leaving the starting line with me in the dust. I seriously wanted to put a large sign around my neck in bold letters saying, I'M ONE OF YOU!!! I was going to do this!!! It wasn't my fault! See this expanding belly?


Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A Couple Crazy Months

This was our first year (season) where both Our Big Guy and Our Sweetie were eligible for soccer. April and May were definitely the craziest months of the year for us. Don't get us wrong - we love the games, we love our coaches, and we especially love their respective teams.

But we didn't like our Tuesdays and Thursdays constantly booked. We disliked the chaos of driving and scheduling for 2 different practices and games. And finally - we hate nature. (coldest recorded May to date)

Now we get a 3 month break before this starts all over again...