Playing Catch Up

Hello blogosphere.  I have missed you!  It’s past time for updates.  I am anxious to share about my experience on Capitol Hill, but for today, let’s get up to speed on my half marathon training (have you missed my puns?).

In January, at the first group run, our training coordinator noted that this journey would require sacrifice.  The further into this journey I have traveled, the more I appreciate her statement.  My greatest sacrifice is time.  As the weekly training miles increase, so does my time commitment.  Squeezing in a four to six mile run three times between Monday and Thursday each week is challenging.  I sacrifice time with my family and friends.  I put off tasks that have a tendency to become daunting when left undone for too long.  I’m so very thankful to my husband, kids, parents, and friends for being gracious, supportive, and forgiving of this sacrifice of time.

Mileage-wise, I now have ten consecutive miles under my water belt (Admit it.  You missed my puns).  I’ve learned that every run is different; some are relatively smooth, others are a battle to the finish.  Instead of thinking about how many miles and hills I have ahead of me, I’ve realized that I have to focus on the present and take it one step at a time.  As one of our trainers said to me last week, “You’re not a speed runner, you’re an endurance runner.” In the end, whether I’m running, walking, or crawling, I will get there.  Yes, this is a physical journey, but even more so, it is one of the mind and spirit.  In the end, it will be worth it.



Tribute to Andy

Cystic Fibrosis

It’s just two words strung together.  It’s a disease with a definition.  A diagnosis.  It’s all too common for CF to be relegated to mere terminology, allowing for discernible emotional distance.

Cystic Fibrosis

It’s something that happens to other people.  Not you.  Not your sister.  Not your spouse.  Not your brother.

But it happened to my brother, Andy.  He was diagnosed at age three.  With that diagnosis came the revelation that cystic fibrosis wasn’t just a bit of medical terminology.  It was real.  It was solid.  It wore my brother’s face.

Andy, however, knew better.  He did not let the disease define him.  He was a warrior, not a victim.  It is my dream that we find a cure for CF, but it is in my brother’s memory – in deference to the full life he lived in such a short time – that I strive to promote awareness and acquire funding for vital research.

Since Andy cannot tell his story in words, I will share it with you in pictures.

My deepest, heartfelt thanks to Antigone Rising for permission to use Borrowed Time,  to Ali Trotta for offering just the right words, and to each of you who join me and Roo’s Crew in the fight to eradicate CF once and for all.

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