As promised, this week held many unforgettable moments. Jamie and Trey's beautiful wedding, an incredible 3.2 mile run with my favorite Hokie, and a PR (personal record) in the Clean Air 5k (after a 6 mile run!). But perhaps the most important, and devastating event of the week, was that Ken's foot injury was "classified" as a hairline fracture, an hour after our Run in Remembrance for the hokies on Thursday morning.

During our run, it appeared that Ken's pain was getting sharper with every step, and in the last 1/2 mile, I could really see the grimace on his face. When we arrived back home, he called the doctor and got in for an appointment immediately. She diagnosed him with a foot fracture and sent him for x-rays. The good news, relatively speaking, was that the fracture was so small, that the x-rays did not pick it up, potentially meaning a much quicker recovery time. The bad news, was that Ken could not run in his speedy race on Saturday, or at all, for an undetermined period of time. For Ken, "undetermined period of time" translated to: Long Branch Half Marathon Race Day: May 3rd. After much discussion, we decided that we started this journey together, and our plan is to finish the race the way we started. Together.

Having said that, I still have a good bit of training to complete on my own while Ken takes the next 2 weeks to recuperate. Saturday morning was the first time I have ever run any distance without Ken. He still hopped on his bike though, and met me at my 3 mile turnaround along Kelly Drive with extra fuel and tons of support. On the way back, he rode along side me for a little while, and later told me he felt like Rocky's coach. After the 6 mile run, which I finished faster than ever, we headed (hobbled) to the starting line for the race, and I took off for another 3.1! I learned a lot about myself in those next three miles. I learned that I am so much stronger than I ever imagined I could be. I realized that if I put my mind to it, I really can accomplish anything, and most importantly, I was reminded that your source of inspiration, doesn't need to be right beside you, to keep pushing you along. In the solitude of those last three miles, I ran with Casey and Ken, and 1400 other Philadelphian's who were just out for a run. It was the most empowering run of my life, and I now know that I am ready for 13.1. I am ready to reach my final fundraising goal, and I am ready for whatever comes next.

A huge thank you to everyone for their words of encouragement, incredible spirit, and continued support. We're almost to the finish line, but we'll never stop fighting.

We headed to Hanover, PA for easter weekend and were able to try out a new long run. Per the recommendation of our most recent issue of Runner's World, we decided to head out to the battlefields of Gettysburg to enjoy a crisp easter morning in the park. As our race date approaches, our distances have been ramping up and down to allow our legs a good taper. This week, we were thrilled to ONLY be running 6. (It should be noted that every single time I say "only", I end up having a tough run. Maybe I'll learn someday). It was on this run more than any other, however that I realized how my memory of elevation change is severely impaired. It was comforting to know, on the third major hill we ran up, that Ken also was terribly shocked by these difficult climbs. From my previous experience at the park (which was in a car), I remembered rolling hills and small slopes. My mental recollection of our run yesterday, however, may as well have been a climbing expedition! We took it in stride though (pun intended) and finished our 6 miles with a minor, unclassified injury to Ken's foot, and a lot of great pictures.

The week ahead holds a few important runs. Most notably, on Thursday morning, 4/16, we will be running 3.2 miles for the 32 members of our Hokie community which we lost on 4/16/07. Following this tragedy two years ago, Ken and I met with other Virginia Tech alumni in the Philadelphia Area to determine how we could help and how we could heal. We brainstormed for hours, and felt incredible comfort in the presence of our Hokie Family. It was there that we all decided that a Run in Remembrance of these individuals would be an incredible tribute to their lives, as well as a way to celebrate our incredible Hokie community. Lots of red tape and concerned participants seemed to squash our efforts, but I was so happy to see a few weeks ago that the race will finally be taking place this year on the Virginia Tech campus. Unfortunately, Ken and I will be unable to travel to Blacksburg for the memorial as we did last year, so we will be running on our own. . . but not running alone at all. In an attempt to continue the solidarity that we all felt in those months after the tragedy, we started an email chain, reaching out to any and all runners we could think of, and inviting them to run 3.2 miles with us, no matter where they were. If you are reading this and would like to be a part of our extended Hokie Family, please feel free to join us, by putting on any orange and maroon you have, and hitting the pavement or treadmill. Support is what gets us through the tough times, and helps us to enjoy the good times even more.

Speaking of good times, Jamie and Trey's wedding is Saturday, but before we party hard, we need to run hard too! We have a 9 mile run scheduled for the morning, the first 3 miles of which are the Clean Air Run! Ken has joined the competitive team for his office, which means he will be stretching his Kenyan legs and running nearly twice as fast as we usually do (as I have mentioned before, I am quite slow). I will run at my usual pace, allowing him a chance to recover at the end, before joining me for another 6 miles along the Schuylkill River.

Please keep Kenny's foot in your thoughts. He'll be needing it with this tough week ahead.

Yes I Will

Since we started running outside, I have forgone the Ipod as there are so many more interesting sites and sounds (or cars and potholes) that I could easily miss if too entranced in my tunes. That does not, however, mean that I have left the music behind. The music plays in my head like the soundtrack to my life, and true to form this week, the song which stuck in my head was "Yes I Will" by Michael Franti. It just kept playing over and over again, pushing me mile after mile, and was there with me when we finished our 12 mile run on Saturday.

It was a windy (40 mph gusts) but beautiful sunny day. We headed down to LBI to participate for the second year in the Ship Bottom Sprint for Life 5K to benefit Leukemia and Lymphoma. The only difference between the race this year and the race last year, was that before this years race, we ran 9 miles. Oh, there was one other difference. . . we ran the actual race 1 minute FASTER than last year! We also had the opportunity to do our training run with a great group of girls, and their incredible coach Alanna from the north jersey TEAM. Overall, it was a really fabulous day and has us feeling really confident about our progress, and our ability to complete the Long Branch Half. Yes we will!

Am I a Runner?

I have been asking myself this question a lot lately. It started during our triumphant 10 mile run last week, and has been pestering me ever since. We were once again left behind by the team, which I suppose is understandable, since they are all a bit faster, but none-the-less, it made me question whether or not I was really a runner. If I cannot keep pace with the other girls that are training, and my coach doesn't bother to come back for us, do I deserve to call myself a runner? Am I really more of a jogger? Does that take away from my accomplishments?

Kenny is obviously a runner. He floats along like a gazelle most days, and while I know this has also been challenging for him, his body and mind were made for running. It just seems to look good on him, no matter how bad he is hurting.

I, on the other hand, am not obviously a runner. Claudia reminds me often, that I am an athlete and have great hand/ eye coordination, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can run. And I know, that when I am hurting, it is as obvious and not so pretty.

So I decided to do some research, and get to the root of this concern. First stop: Webster's Dictionary for a definition:

Runner, n.
1) one that runs : racer

Run, v.
1)to go faster than a walk ; specifically : to go steadily by springing steps so that both feet leave the ground for an instant in each step


As I am "one that runs", I was feeling ,much more confident, but I just needed to check "jog" before I was satisfied.

Jog, v.
1)to run or ride at a slow trot ; to go at a slow, leisurely, or monotonous pace
While my running had been slow by some standards, it certainly had not been "leisurely",so JACKPOT! Webster's thinks I'm a runner!

But what about other runners. What do they think running is?

I looked a little further, and found that the late Dr. George Sheehan, a best-selling author from the 1970s running boom, once wrote that the difference between a runner and a jogger was a signature on a race application. In other words, if you're motivated and enjoy running enough to train for an organized race, you're a runner -- regardless of your speed or experience in the sport.

I think this notion would have been enough to answer my question, but the icing on the cake, was a comment posted to our blog last week about running hair, where Mary said, "Those perfectly pony-tailed girls are joggers. Real runners have wacky hair."

So there you have it! It is official. Three well researched points that prove that I, like my wonderful husband, am a Runner. After all, would a jogger go out running at night in the rain, just to meet their training miles?????



Also, it should be noted that 2 of my favorite girls finished their first half marathons this week. Big big hugs to Liz Bryan and Ashley Nolan. I am so proud of them!!!!

To succeed...You need to find something to hold on to, something to motivate you, something to inspire you. -Tony Dorsett

Since beginning this journey on Anna Maria Island, a little under 2 months ago, we have run over 100 MILES. 100 MILES!!! That is the distance between Philadelphia's City Hall and Times Square in New York, and we have covered it on our feet!

On Saturday, we ran 10 MILES, the longest distance either of us had ever run, racking up our 100th mile and feeling a sense of accomplishment that we won't soon forget. There is something very special about hitting double digits in a single run. It was something that I never thought I would experience, and to be here now feels incredible. It was only when I went to write this entry that I realized that we must be getting close to the 100 mile mark. I looked through my weekly training logs, and as I added up the miles, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by how far Casey has brought us. I would never have done this without her. But even more important than the miles we have covered is the money we have raised. I am 75% of the way to my fundraising goal, and have reached a point where EVERY SINGLE DOLLAR I am raising is going directly to the cause. Every step we take brings us closer to a cure, which will truly be the ultimate finish line.

We have a full week ahead with lots of meetings, deadlines and miles to run. The big excitement will be waiting to hear how our friend Ashley Nolan did in her first half marathon ever in JERUSALEM, ISRAEL, which will take place on Thursday. She's running to raise money for diabetes in honor of her sister, so make sure to keep her in your thoughts!

Memoirs of a Diary Dropout

It is now that I remember why I have 13 or 14 journals/ diaries with only the first 4-5 pages filled out. It is now that I recall that I am absolute crap at sticking with them. For it has been at every "important" juncture in my life, which I have started a memoir of some sort to capture the feelings and the moments I was experiencing: the first day of fifth grade, the first day of public high school, my last year in senior row at camp, going off to college, moving in with ken, again when ken proposed, and then another on our honeymoon. They read like literary masterpieces (in my eyes) and then they dropped off without a warning, which is why I think I may have trouble keeping with them. Not to say that the previous blog entries have been masterpieces, but I believe that I am analyzing my entries too much, making it more of a chore than anything. . . so, starting today, as it comes out of my head, it's going into the blog.
Starting NOW!

Running hair: No one talks about running hair. It's absurd really. We discuss blisters, knee problems and hydration for hours on end, but no one addresses the hair. I bring it up mostly because until last week, when we ran 9 miles (yay!), I was under the impression that I looked absolutely stunning as I was jogging about Philadelphia. You've seen the girls before, with the perfect ponytail, and the coordinated outfit. . .I thought I was her, albeit a slower version, but her none-the-less. Until I got home and looked in the mirror, which apparently, I had never done before. This is what I saw:
Well, at least now I know that I can never really take myself too seriously. The good news is, that I really hadn't planned on it anyway.

I'll do anything for a t-shirt: Many people have heard me utter these words before, and truth be told, it may have been part of the reason I entered into the world of triathlon. Now I am running for a much bigger reason, and more important goal, but it doesn't make me love the t-shirts any less! Here's one we got from a 5 mile race this weekend. I finished in under an hour, which for me, was a really good run. Also, it was officially the longest road race we had ever competed in. Very exciting.


Ten miles loom for next week, but I am up for the challenge. I never thought I'd say this, but I think I am really beginning to enjoy running.

“Friendships born on the field of athletic strife are the real gold of competition. Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.” - Jesse Owens

It was February 27, 2005. I was returning home from a weekend in the mountains with my camp girls and excited to see my husband-to-be. Kenny greeted me at the door of our apartment in Haddonfield, with the eyes the likeness of a small child who has just seen a shiny new toy in a storefront window. He handed me a paper and said "I'm going to do this." The "this" on the paper was the Parvins State Park Triathlon on June 25, 2005. He went on in a hurry to explain that he would need to train to swim one quarter mile, bike twelve miles, and then finish with a 5K run (3.1 miles). I hugged him and joined in his excitement, and promised to do my best to help him train for the swim, pick out a bike and cheer him on for the run. I remember being so enamored by this man I was going to marry in just 7 months. He had always been an athlete in my eyes and a track star from his high school days, but years of architecture school and cubical life had made us both slower, older versions of our once fit selves, and this was certainly not a challenge to be taken lightly.

It was probably only 3 hours later, that I turned to Ken and asked if he thought I could do it too. I remember so clearly, the way he said without any hesitation, "Of course you can," and really, the rest is history. I was 25 pounds heavier, and had not run in nearly 5 years, but Ken stood by me, and we trained together everyday. In the chaos of planning a wedding, it was nice to find quiet time to be together, whether on our bikes, or while hoofing along the streets of our quiet town. And on June 25, we earned the right to call ourselves triathletes. I was so proud of Ken that day, finishing strong, and in a respectable time. He waited for me at the finish line, one of very few people left, as I was the last person to cross the finish line. But I finished, and that moment will stay with me forever.

Since that fateful race, we have completed 7 more sprint triathlons, nearly 2 dozen 5K's and our first half century bike ride. I never thought we'd come this far, across so many miles. And we're not done yet!

After 2 great runs on Tuesday and Thursday, Saturday's 8 mile run, was a big test of will and determination. My toes were hurting and my breathing was shallow due to some upper respiratory issues I had during the week. At the beginning of our team runs, someone always shares a mission moment and this week, I shared Casey's story. She was with us all for 8 miles as Ken reminded me of our mission and coached me through the tough miles with support and loving kindness.

So, as we train for this half marathon, I can't help but think of all the people who have helped us to believe in ourselves along the way. Our friends and family who have cheered at the races, shared their homes, called to see how we're doing, and shown their support through donations and time. We would not be here, at mile 8, without them.