Dad runs a marathon with his 6-year-old daughter in a stroller… and WINS!

I’m on a weight machine. Frozen. Crying.

My dad had a brain tumor.

Peace & love, Iram. Peace & love….

steveinaspeedo:

He’s slowly dying of brain cancer.  He wants to build good memories before his memory is totally gone.  What a story.  Click here for more.

That’s a lot of days.  To miss.

Some days are harder than others. 

Today is one of those days. 

Ying Yang

So my boss has a migraine & just completely lost it. Went ballistic. I was the unlucky recipient of the unjust wrath. Even though it was followed by an apology, it still sucked. But, then. I go on lunch, to find this message from my friend who just ended her second round of chemo:

“And then there is you (yeah…this part is about you).You have been there for me through everything. You mean the world to me and I would happily give up bacon for the rest of forever for you if that is what it would take. My life would not be the same without you. You inspire me and push me and make me giggle. You are the best give life has given me and I thank you for that.

And don’t think your 10 went unnoticed. I saw that and thought to myself…dang…she is doing it. She is really doing it. Shit Andrea…you have overcome so many things. And the masses might not even realize it or see it but I do. I am so proud of you. Keep running that pretty little ass of yours until it hurts so bad you (censored censored censored). Keep being silly and sassy and everything wonderful that you are. “

And my horrible day just got wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

I stayed out too late Saturday night at at my friend, Sara’s niece, Caylee’s fundraiser.  I had to get up way to early on Sunday. I worked all day. I came home. It was cold. It was rainy. I went out to run.
Saturday night was a great event in honor of Caylee. But, it was also lots of fun.  Sara’s family oozed the same wonderful characteristics as Sara.   I was lucky enough to be seated at the family table. We were smooshed together all nice and cozy, knee to knees. They are sweet, kind, funny, and have filthy minds. They made me laugh until my stomach hurt. (I should have recorded a core workout). I believe the soreness in my butt is from when her sister, SIL, and older niece dragged me onto the dance floor for a few songs (most notably Baby Got Back)
I can see there is much love in this family. Caylee is a lucky girl. 
Meeting Caylee reminded me to live your life every day.  Caylee has facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy.  At age seven Caylee no longer has muscle strength to hold her head up. She must hold her head with her hands as she struggles to walk upright. She also no longer has muscle strength/ability to smile.
Reality check. A little ass pain is nothing for me. Meh. It will hurt. I will complain about it. I will run. But, I will always remember Caylee to put my shit in perspective.
Shortly after I started the run portion of my walk/run Sunday night I ran past a house with an ambulance outside. As I ran by the paramedics wheeled out a body on a stretcher. And, when I say body, I mean body. This is the second time I have seen this on a run. Once again I did a sign of the cross as I ran by and said a little prayer, one for this unknown person, and one for me - grateful for another day.
I have several running friends fighting tough battles right now.  As in life threatening battles.  Some of whom are destined to die from these terrible illnesses in the not so distant future.  Others with a good chance to beat the beast. But, that doesn’t mean it’s not a tough battle to fight.  Sara, oddly enough, is one of these people.   It may be tough, but she WILL win this.  This I know for sure. 
Life is too short people. Tell those who matter to you that you love them. Do NOT wait until tomorrow. Appreciate every day. Live every moment.
I surely don’t need any more reminders.  

I stayed out too late Saturday night at at my friend, Sara’s niece, Caylee’s fundraiser.  I had to get up way to early on Sunday. I worked all day. I came home. It was cold. It was rainy. I went out to run.

Saturday night was a great event in honor of Caylee. But, it was also lots of fun.  Sara’s family oozed the same wonderful characteristics as Sara.   I was lucky enough to be seated at the family table. We were smooshed together all nice and cozy, knee to knees. They are sweet, kind, funny, and have filthy minds. They made me laugh until my stomach hurt. (I should have recorded a core workout). I believe the soreness in my butt is from when her sister, SIL, and older niece dragged me onto the dance floor for a few songs (most notably Baby Got Back)

I can see there is much love in this family. Caylee is a lucky girl. 

Meeting Caylee reminded me to live your life every day.  Caylee has facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy.  At age seven Caylee no longer has muscle strength to hold her head up. She must hold her head with her hands as she struggles to walk upright. She also no longer has muscle strength/ability to smile.

Reality check. A little ass pain is nothing for me. Meh. It will hurt. I will complain about it. I will run. But, I will always remember Caylee to put my shit in perspective.

Shortly after I started the run portion of my walk/run Sunday night I ran past a house with an ambulance outside. As I ran by the paramedics wheeled out a body on a stretcher. And, when I say body, I mean body. This is the second time I have seen this on a run. Once again I did a sign of the cross as I ran by and said a little prayer, one for this unknown person, and one for me - grateful for another day.

I have several running friends fighting tough battles right now.  As in life threatening battles.  Some of whom are destined to die from these terrible illnesses in the not so distant future.  Others with a good chance to beat the beast. But, that doesn’t mean it’s not a tough battle to fight.  Sara, oddly enough, is one of these people.   It may be tough, but she WILL win this.  This I know for sure. 

Life is too short people. Tell those who matter to you that you love them. Do NOT wait until tomorrow. Appreciate every day. Live every moment.

I surely don’t need any more reminders.  

Excuse me while I vent for a bit.  Today Sally Ride died.  My mother texted me this as I left work.  Kind of a odd thing for my mom to text me.  But, we have a little personal moment with Sally. 



When I was in high school my family was at our vacation home.  We got word that one of our cottages was rented to a U.S. couple.  They wanted to get away and be quiet.  So, we were prepared to give them peace.  Who shows up but Sally Ride and her husband.  This was shortly after she had been in space, so she was very well known at the time.  They were a lovely couple and we stayed out of their way. They walked around the island a lot.  My 16 year old driving self would often pick them up and give them rides home when we saw them walking.  Oh, sure… not too nervous that my dumb ass would kill not one but TWO astronauts. 

She was extremely nice and engaging and made and extra effort to talk with my friend Susan and me.  She wanted to know what was special about US.  Oh, gee, never mind Miss friggin astronaut!  I had nothing of note to share.  However, I did brag about Susan and how I thought someday she would be something in swimming. Sally said she was confident Susan would and that she would look for her in the Olympics one day. Four years later, Susan was in fact an Olympian. 




Sally Ride died today of pancreatic cancer.  At age 61.  Such an inspiring woman.  To so many people.  To so many little girls.  To let us know we can do anything.  If we just believe and work hard.  

My second rant is I hate insurance companies.  If you are healthy enough to run friggin marathons and run a sick amount of miles a week, but unfortunately have some stupid disease that require medication that costs a fortune, your medication should be comped.  You should not be denied.  Ever.  Never, ever.   My dear friend is a kick ass runner.  But, has a dumb ass disease that requires medication that his new insurance will deny because it is a pre-existing condition.  No medication just means his odds of survival decrease.  And, that, well, isn’t good. 

Ok, rant over.  No.  Not really.  I’m staying on my soapbox until things make sense to me. 




Oh, yeah….. and….. Suck it cancer.  I hate you. 
Excuse me while I vent for a bit.  Today Sally Ride died.  My mother texted me this as I left work.  Kind of a odd thing for my mom to text me.  But, we have a little personal moment with Sally. 

When I was in high school my family was at our vacation home.  We got word that one of our cottages was rented to a U.S. couple.  They wanted to get away and be quiet.  So, we were prepared to give them peace.  Who shows up but Sally Ride and her husband.  This was shortly after she had been in space, so she was very well known at the time.  They were a lovely couple and we stayed out of their way. They walked around the island a lot.  My 16 year old driving self would often pick them up and give them rides home when we saw them walking.  Oh, sure… not too nervous that my dumb ass would kill not one but TWO astronauts. 


She was extremely nice and engaging and made and extra effort to talk with my friend Susan and me.  She wanted to know what was special about US.  Oh, gee, never mind Miss friggin astronaut!  I had nothing of note to share.  However, I did brag about Susan and how I thought someday she would be something in swimming. Sally said she was confident Susan would and that she would look for her in the Olympics one day. Four years later, Susan was in fact an Olympian. 
Sally Ride died today of pancreatic cancer.  At age 61.  Such an inspiring woman.  To so many people.  To so many little girls.  To let us know we can do anything.  If we just believe and work hard.  
My second rant is I hate insurance companies.  If you are healthy enough to run friggin marathons and run a sick amount of miles a week, but unfortunately have some stupid disease that require medication that costs a fortune, your medication should be comped.  You should not be denied.  Ever.  Never, ever.   My dear friend is a kick ass runner.  But, has a dumb ass disease that requires medication that his new insurance will deny because it is a pre-existing condition.  No medication just means his odds of survival decrease.  And, that, well, isn’t good. 
Ok, rant over.  No.  Not really.  I’m staying on my soapbox until things make sense to me. 
Oh, yeah….. and….. Suck it cancer.  I hate you. 

Suck it cancer. 

Tridiots. SheRox Triathlon. We finished 7/58. Yeah, baby! I finished 18 seconds behind the relay swim leader. 13 seconds from 2nd. Both were 10 years younger than me. 18 seconds - Errrrrgh.


Sara, with one week left of chemo, rocked her bike.  Lisa, in the heat, killed her run.  It was an amazing day.  We had so much fun! 


Suck it cancer.