Six Months

Six months, cancer free.

Last month, she had some swollen lymph nodes in her throat - her pediatrician was surprised she hadn't complained, because they were caused by tonsillitis, and some infection funk in her throat. Gab insisted she felt fine - I'm not sure how I feel about that. Did she really feel fine? Was she so used to being uncomfortable that a little sore throat didn't even register? Did she think it was just... normal?

Who knows. I guess we'll figure it out in time.

Over the summer, we also had some cognitive testing done on her - the chemo treatments she received are known to cause cognitive issues, and we had some concerns. She came away from the testing with an "Unspecified Cognitive Disorder" - basically, something is off, but she's so young, it's hard to say what specifically it is. It's something we'll have to keep watching as she continues in school, and re-test as we go.

The last six months have been quiet, but I'm not sure that it will ever be "easy". I'm consistently on guard, watching for anything that's "off".

But - just like during her treatment - she's just a normal kid. She plays with My Little Pony, she is obsessed with dinosaurs (still), she picks up every single leaf she finds when we take a walk.

I have said this a million times, through diagnosis and treatment, but we are so, so lucky. We are lucky that she has such an optimistic attitude, that nothing phases her. We are lucky that she is the kid she is. We are lucky that we had the access to the care we did, and that it worked for her.

Today, she started first grade.

Friday Five

1. I've been doing this video that Kim proposed as a challenge....

It's 39 minutes long, and so so so so hard. The first day, I wasn't sure I would complete both rounds. My arms, back, and core were EXHAUSTED all day, and then sore the next 2 days. My triceps, specifically. WHAT ARE THOSE MUSCLES EVEN USED FOR, except exercising and being sore?

Awful.

I did it again yesterday, and... still awful, but maybe a little LESS awful? Hard to say.

I'll try again to confirm.


2. I've been waking up early to exercise all week. I know, I'm not sure what's gotten into me.

Okay, that's kind of a lie. I've gotten up at my normal time, but with summer here, I have freeeeeee time in the morning to work out, instead of getting kids ready for school/walking Gabby to school. And for some wacky reason, summer in SoCal means less freeway traffic, so I've been breezing into work in 25 minutes, instead of my normal 45.

I kind of like getting the work out of the way early, so I can do a short run after work... or do nothing at all. That would be my favorite choice.


3. It is hot hot hot in SoCal this week. I'm lucky that I live in OC, where it's only expected to be around 90 this weekend, so I guess for a lot of people, that's just called Summer.

I hope it's not a repeat of last summer when it was hot for, like, weeks. Whatever. It's hard being me. I guess it means I'll just have to do my long run by the cool, breezy ocean. The suffering.

Tiny A and Tiny Gabby! Becka, remember when?!

4. I'm volunteering at the start line at Harding Hustle tomorrow! I don't know if I actually know anyone running, but I am really excited. I love volunteering, and since I am planning on a long trail race this fall, I'm really interested to see what goes on.

If you'll be there, let me know! It's supposed to be approximately a BILLION HUNDRED DEGREES, so stay hydrated!!


5. I met Gabby on my way in the other night, where she was busy picking all the flowers off some hedges by our apartment. "Mom, wait, stay with me!". Um. Okay. What are you doing? "Building a bouquet." Oh, fun. Can I help? "No.". Oh. Can I go? "No." Oh. Who is it for? "Someone very special."

And then she gave it to me. "Beacause you're very special to me."

I die.

Wordless Wednesday - Gabby is plotting against me.

Part 1: this fantastic piece of artwork came home from school yesterday.

Part 2: Followed by this scenario a bit later in the evening....

If I go missing, you know where to start investigating....

Wordless Wednesday

I'm pretty out of sorts lately - aside from some quasi-injury, feeling grossly unprepared for a marathon in 24 days, and a variety of other minor things that would normally fly under my radar, I've not really said it, but... I worry. I worry a LOT about Gabby's future.

Hopefully this graphic is self-explanatory. This is why I support pediatric cancer research. Click HERE to donate.



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{in less wordless words, I'm attempting a run tonight. I've spent the last few days closely attached to my foam roller, and things are feeling... good. Fingers crossed!}

There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction.

I ran some, but it hasn't been pretty.

Yep.

4 easy miles Wednesday to test out some ankle funk that had been plaguing me. When that felt resolved, I did 8 tempo on Thursday, and it kicked my ass. Or my right quad/IT Band, which were feeling like I had just run a marathon all of Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday.

Saturday, I set out to do 10 easy with the H at 5:30am, followed by 9-10 easy with PCRF.

In actuality, what happened was a 3 mile jog/walk/whine with the H, follwed by a break wherein he advised that if I didn't shut up with the whining, and just run, he was leaving me (rude), so I ran until we got close to the house. 6 miles total. Went home, taped up the achy spot on my right leg, stretched a little, rolled a little, and headed out to PCRF. 9 easy pace miles with them, and I quit for the day at 15.

Not quite the 20 I had on schedule, and, honestly, if I had been just ACHY or sore in general, I may have tried to push through (maybe). I thought it might just work itself out after some warming up. But since it was a localized pain, that got worse the more I ran, I quit. It sucks that I couldn't finish, but it is what it is.

Yesterday, I did a lot of icing, and stretching, and rolling, and today it feels a little better. Fingers crossed it resolves itself?

I also had 4 days of yoga worked in there, too, so I guess that's something... I mean. Not really something very helpful, like, if I want to RUN, I should do some cardio....

The last three weeks.......



The last 3 months. Not much of a marathon cycle.



Somehow, I committed to run a little something the week before Eugene, which (once upon a time) was supposed to be my goal race....

So... there's that.

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A few people have emailed and asked how Gabby is doing, and.... well, she's doing great.

We had a small issue with her port last week, but it was resolved quickly at OPI, and now we're just waiting for her surgeon to reschedule the port removal.


We had a nice, quiet Easter at home.

Report cards came home last week, and her teacher summed Gabby up with, "Gabby is an absolute delight to have in the classroom. I appreciate her willingness to try new things and she always has a smile on her face while doing it."

Besides not running, we're kind of hunting for a new place - our lease is up in June, and we're looking for something bigger, which is a challenge if we want to stay in the same area. I originally chose our neighborhood because I loved the schools - they are all neighborhood schools, and walking distance (I don't think we even have busses in our district). #1 has a lot of opinions about what school she wants to go to, since she starts high school in the fall (HOW AM I OLD ENOUGH FOR THAT TO HAPPEN!?). #2, I think, would struggle in the middle school she's currently zoned for. So trying to find something in our price range (ie, cheap), in the zones we want, is complicated and time sucking.

Aaaaand my little brother is coming to visit this week, so I've been trying to find fun, interesting, not lame things for him to do. Turns out, I'm old and boring, and don't really do fun things. So it's required some serious internet scouring.

So.... that's our update. Aside from that stuff, I'm just..... I hate to use this word, because it's so cliche and dumb, but I can't think of another term that sounds quite right... I'm decompressing. I'm a little hesitant to yap about how great Gab is doing, and I'm trying to find a balance between letting go of some of the worry I held during treatment, but maintaining our vigelence. I know that sounds dramatic.

I kind of feel like I shared so much with Gabby's treatment, and I kind of want to keep this feeling of relief bottled up. I know it won't last forever, and I want to enjoy it while it's still here.

Leukemia: Thwarting My Fun Since 2011

If we're friends on The Twitter, you probably already caught this....

Gabby was running a temperature last night. She seems to be feeling completely fine, and apparently had all of the nurses laughing while she was being admitted last night at 2am.

If she's cancer free, why the hospital visit over a fever with no other symptoms?

Well... Remember last week, when I babbled about Gabby's surgery to remove her port being postponed? Because of the placement of her port (over her heart, with the tubes leading into the vena cava), it's in an abundance of caution that they immediately admit any kid with a port that is running a fever to make sure they are not fighting an infection. With a fever, she's kept in the hospital for 48 hours.

So, don't fret. No news yet on what's causing the fever, but based on how she's behaving, I'm not super concerned. I understand WHY we have to stay at the hospital, but it's still kind of a hassle.

She is clearly in paradise, with a remote that controls TV, her bed, and the room lights.

From small beginnings come great things.

I have been staring at this blank blog post for hours, trying to come up with the words that could describe the last few days. Or the last few years.

I don't think there are any words, truly, but hopefully these will suffice for now.

Gabby was sleepy and blah last week. Similarly to two years ago, she was extra lethargic and cranky. We made an appointment for her to get blood work done on Friday, just in case.

Friday afternoon, the oncologist called me, and said Gabby's bilirubin levels were high, but it could be caused by the chemo.

"So, go ahead and stop the chemo. Yeah. So... you're done."

And that was it.

Otherwise, Gabby's blood work was normal, and... she's cancer free.

797 days of leukemia, over, in one phone call. Seems so anti-climatic.

It doesn't escape me, how incredibly lucky we are.

Yes, it was terrifying, and humbling, and every little ailment for her was blown out of proportion in our minds.  We spent more time cleaning up puke than I care to remember. We watched our other children struggle under the pressure or lack of focus from us. We fought to maintain some normalcy under some crappy circumstances.

But compared to so many other kids in her position, we had it easy. She never needed to be hospitalized after the initial diagnosis. She started school. She was free to go out and live her life.

Going forward, she'll still go to clinic once a month for blood work for the first year, then every other month for the second year, etc. She is scheduled for surgery next week to remove her port.

I wonder, sometimes, how much of this she'll remember. Obviously I'm hopeful that this is the end of the story, and she goes on to live a healthy, vibrant life, the chances are good that she'll experience some long-term effects. That's not pessimism, it's just the reality of the treatments she received. But if she does remember, I hope we've made the experience something she can draw something good from later.

That's a wrap, friends.

Three Things Thursday

1. My house looks ilke a craft store exploded in it. So much glitter. So many scissors. Did you KNOW there are a billion types of glue???? I had no idea.

2. I guess I'm practically famous. Or I have pretty famous internet friends.

If I'd know it was emailing out to the Road Runner Sports mailing list, I would have done something to that mess of hair on my head.....

3. I'm featured on the San Francisco Marathon blog today! I know you're dying to figure out how I fit in event planning, working full time, training, kids, a husband, and eating everything, right? Check it out HERE.

BONUS 4. Have you entered the Team Gab Virtual Race yet?? Click here to enter!

Obviously, I have a personal connection that was the catalyst for my fundraising for pediatric cancer research. But, if you have some time, check out this article: Little patients, losing patience: pediatric cancer drug development. I promise that it's not a clinical type of read, but it certainly puts, in normal people words, the reasons that pediatric cancer research is struggling.

Starting with, "Cancer in kids is not profitable".

Wordless Wednesday: The beginning of the end

The Second Annual Team Gab Virtual Race, benefiting Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation, kicked off Friday! Details HERE.

Decide what distance to run (or bike, or swim, or walk, or whatever), make you DONATION HERE, and comment to let me know and be entered in the giveaway!
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Last Thursday, we took Gabby for her last visit here...

OPI is where Gabby receives her chemo treatments through IV or lumbar puncture. You can read about one of our visits HERE - A day in the life.

Thursday - 738 days after our first OPI visit - Gabby had her last trip to the Infusion Center.

The child life specialist helped her access a tiny elephant's port, and give him some chemo too, just to share the love.

And after her treatment was over, and she was recovered from the "silly medicine" (anesthesia), all of her nurses came in, sang her a "Happy last chemo to Gabby!" song, and presented her with a trophy.

She still has about a month of treatments at home, but it's one giant, giant step closer to over for her.

"I have seven fingers...."

Zombie Gabby

She was pretty excited. 

  

Throwback Thursday #4: Two Years Ago

FIRST:
I am putting the finishing touches on the Second Annual Team Gab Virtual Race! Announcement tomorrow, but I'm so so sosososo excited for this year. Check back tomorrow for details on registration, giveaways, and how you can help make a difference in stories like Gabby's.

But if you're in a hurry, you can always CLICK HERE to make a donation today.

Continued from here, TTT #3....

Three Things Thursday
Baby's port was de-accessed yesterday. Good - she's not tied to an IV, and she no longer resembles Iron Man. Bad - if we don't get released today, she's gotta be re-accessed tomorrow, which involves needles, which always result in tears.

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After Gab's pneumonia was resolved, we were moved to a regular, shared room. Gabby was there for another 10 days, while we went through 2 or 3 roommates.

One of the roommates, Screechy, was ROUGH. I actually thought, at first, that she was also on the Dex, but turns out? Nope, just obnoxious. She really wanted pizza one night, and one of the nurses brought her some from her own lunch. Screechy threw it at her mom, and demanded fresh pizza. Her mom went and got her fresh pizza.

Huh.

The roommates that came and went were all admitted for a simple fever. With the port in their chests, any fever gets immediate admission for 48 hours, or until the fever is gone. They can't risk an infection in the port lines.

Gabby was pretty unpleasant the entire time, and got more and more withdrawn and horrible the longer we were there.

I felt so bad for her, I admittedly let her call all the shots. She wanted to watch movies non-stop, that's exactly what we did. Lame, I know, but I was paralyzed.

We brought her some real clothes, once, to try to get her to go play in the child life room, or go for a walk (she had ONLY walked to/from the bathroom pretty much this entire time), but this was the result.....

We ended up forcing the child life room on her a few times, but it was never very successful.

She started losing her hair before we left the hospital...

She was released on the 20th, and we were sent home with a shopping bag full of chemo and other medicines to give her, and a 2" binder of home care instructions.

Bringing all of this home, with so many different types of meds, was TERRIFYING. As grateful as I was to be bringing her home, it was completely overwhelming.

Luckily, The H was a medicine genius, and managed to keep everything under control, administered at the right times, and smoothly running.

We had been, pre-leukemia, a pretty comfortable 2-income family. Gabby went to pre-school near my office, The H worked, the older 2 went to school 3 blocks away, so it was safe for them to walk home.

Upon Gab's diagnosis, she had to be withdrawn from school. The H quit his job and became a stay-at-home dad. It cut our income by a third, and things were... tight, to say the least.

On Saturday, we couldn't take any more of the hair shedding - it was EVERYWHERE, and Gab was losing her mind that there was constantly hair in her food.

And there was a LOT of food. The oncologist's prediction that Gabby would be a non-stop eating machine came true - Gabby would wake up at all hours of the night, and demand to be fed. She was famished, all day.

Thanks to Facebook timestamps, I know that this picture was posted at 5:18am. She would routinely eat at least 3 or 4 breakfasts, every day.

It was SHOCKING, honestly, the amount of food she took in.

At one point, we brought her back to the cancer clinic, because her stomach was upset.

Um. It was upset because SHE COULD NOT DIGEST ALL OF THE FOOD SHE WAS EATING FAST ENOUGH. She just couldn't keep up with her hunger. That was the craziest thing I've ever seen.

A month after diagnosis (and she's clearly off of the steroids by the time this picture was taken, because she's smiling for the first time in weeks)....

Throwback Thursday #2: 2 years ago....

"Hope is the Dream of a Soul Awake"

{We got an official diagnosis of Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. As far as leukemia goes, apparently, this is not too bad. Gabby's prognosis is very, very good - she has a 95-97% chance of being totally fine when this is over. But it's a long road to being over. She is starting chemotherapy treatments today. She'll continue with treatments for at least two years, in varying degrees. The first moth[sic] is pretty intense, then it might change slightly. She will loose her hair.}

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When I brought Gab to urgent care, they sent us to the ER. The ER had her in a bed in a room within just a few minutes (on a holiday). The doctor saw us briefly, then came back 20 minutes later, paperwork in hand, saying he'd already spoken to the children's hospital, and arranged an ambulance immediately.

The oncology ICU was waiting.

They try to do what they can, you know, to make the kids comfortable. But there's only so much comfort to be had. We obviously hadn't planned on being here. We had nothing with us.

It was a Saturday, January 1st, and late, so we had only a resident who briefly looked at her charts, but was hesitant to say anything. We had to wait until rounds the next day to get any further news.

Lora, my oldest, turned 12 the first day we were in the hospital. My cousin brought us a cake, which we ate in the ICU. The leftover cake was shared with the nursing staff that night.

We met with the oncologist around lunch time the Sunday, where he gave us his best educated guess (and he turned out to be right). But in addition, because of the way her body was slowly breaking down, she'd developed some kidney problems and pneumonia.

To confirm the diagnosis, they performed a bone marrow aspiration on Gabby. We were not allowed in the room with her, and had to leave when the anesthesiologist came in.

This was on Monday. We left, a friend of mine was just getting there to visit Gab, and I ducked into the waiting room, "for coffee". That was the first time I cried.

They started chemo immediately - even before the initial diagnosis was confirmed.

Every time someone came in to do something - and there were a lot of someones doing a lot of somethings - she got a new toy. We could have opened a My Little Pony shop by the time we left the hospital.

A few days after we were admitted, Gab had surgery to implant a port into her chest.

The chemotherapy she receives is so harsh, that introducing it via IV would wreck her veins, and it would be useless. Instead, she receives some chemo through a port, placed over her heart, with direct access to the superior vena cava, the only vein in her body that can handle the chemo.

I stayed at the hospital with Gab for the first 3 days. When I left the hospital for the first time, I'd had minimal sleep - hospitals are not inherently restful, particularly the ICU - and got lost trying to get out of there. I'd come in with Gabby in the ambulance  I had no idea where in Orange County we were, and certainly no idea where my car was. I looked at the map on my phone, the H told me where we were parked, but none of it made sense to me. I was feeling pretty foggy.

My husband and I traded nights at home - one of us stayed home to get the older girls ready and out for school, the other stayed at the hospital with Gabby. After the girls were at school, we'd meet back at the hospital. Then back home to pick up the girls or start homework. Most nights, we'd meet at the hospital for dinner, then switch off. Start over.

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Yesterday, we went to the clinic for Gabby's routine blood work. If all goes according to plan, she'll have just a few more clinic visits, and one more lumbar puncture before her end of treatment in March.

How far we've come.

You can CLICK HERE to make a donation to Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation, supporting cutting-edge research to improve treatment for kids like mine.

Throwback Thursday - 2 Years Ago

Two years ago, at Gabby's pre-school holiday party, I noticed some red dots around her eyes...

I took her to the doctor - she'd had a cough, but so did everyone in her class. I didn't think much of it, but the dots were a little disconcerting. The doctor checked her out a little, but said it was likely just from the coughing, and that it would fade away.

That was the week before Christmas.

The holidays are always busy for us (like everyone, I know). I work in consumer goods, so Christmas is BUSY, and immediately after is busy with returns. #1's birthday is January 2nd. It's general chaos. I remember being vaguely concerned about Gab, but in general, assumed the time away from the sick kids in her class, and resting at home, would cure the nagging cough. I am a pretty tough mother to rattle.


Exactly one week after this picture was taken, Gabby was admitted to the pediatric oncology ICU, and diagnosed with leukemia.

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Looking at those pictures now, I cannot fathom how we didn't realize soemthing was wrong with her. She looks so tired, so pale.

In the end, it didn't really matter, the course of treatment for her would have been the same, regardless of when she was diagnosed.

As I have the last two years, I'm fundraising for Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation.

PCRF is a local organization, which is one reason I like working with them. I joined them for their first fundraising season, and I've met amazing people working with them. Another, big, reason I selected PCRF to focus my efforts on, is that they commit a high percentage of their funds to go directly to pediatric cancer research. Since their inception 30 years ago, they have awarded over $24.5 million in research grants, funding research to improve treatments, improve the quality of life, and find a cure for childhood cancers. Sure, it's not much compared to the big TNT's out there, but they are passionate, and committed - and I love that.

Last year, during my fundraising, I was lucky to have a couple of guest bloggers, who detailed their experiences related to volunteering at children's hospitals and working with oncology patients. I wrote a lot (A LOT) about the numbers, the facts behind pediatric cancer research, the statistics.

This year, we're approaching the end of Gabby's treatment. She'll be officially released from treatment while I'm training with PCRF's VIP group to run the Reaching for the Cure Half Marathon in May.

This year, I want Gabby's journey to do the talking.

You can click HERE to donate to PCRF, to help find a cure. Or volunteer. Or just follow along, and spread the word. Pediatric cancer research is grossly underfunded, and needs all the help it can get.

Because cancer really, really sucks.

Most wonderful time of the year. By that, I mean taper.

First things first - thank you all for the really nice emails and comments about Gabby last week. Turns out, all of my hand-wringing was for naught - her fever never went above 99.x, so we didn't have to take her into the hospital. She was feeling better throughout Thursday, and made it to school Friday for her Thanksgiving Feast.

That's another bullet dodged, and man, are we so lucky.

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I really sucked at the cross training this week. I also sucked at even getting in all of my miles. I swear there was a good story/reason behind me pushing my schedule back, but I can't really remember the excuse I made up when I did it. LAME.

Anyway... last week:
Monday: rest
Tuesday: Yoga, just 30 min restorative.
Wednesday: Hill repeats!, 10x90 sec uphill, total of 7 miles
Thursday: Dinner with Madison, that I haven't recapped yet, because I'm lazy.
Friday: skipped a run*
Saturday: 7 miles tempo!!**
Sunday: 14 easy ***

*Skipped because I'm a. lazy and b. have terrible ideas of time management. Lame.
**THIS WAS FREAKING GLORIOUS. Scheduled for 8 miles, with 2 easy, 4 at tempo (10:15), and 2 cool down. The H was going to run 7, and my tempo is his long run easy pace, so we ran together. Actual paces: 10:07, 9:55, 9:54, 9:26. WHAT. And, I could TALK. I mean, not tons, but I think we were still conversing. And then we stopped at 7, and walked a mile back home.
***On the treadmill, catching up with Top Chef. Man, there are a LOT of annoying people on TV. Holy crow. 7 treadmill kills.

Total: 28 miles, 1 cross training (I'm not counting some walking I did here, but am counting it for Pile on the Miles).

This week, I pinky promise:
Monday: Cross training {I think I'll do Bob Harper, and maybe yoga}
Tuesday: 6 miles easy
Wednesday: Cross training {more Bob Harper}
Thursday: 6 miles marathon pace {this is not terrifying, because my goal marathon pace for CIM is slow and easy, HA}
Friday: Cross training {Bob Harper, I'm lookin' at you} {unless I'm too busy shopping, and I'll totally call Black Friday shopping cross training}
Saturday: 4 miles
Sunday: 11 miles

Total: 27
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Two pictures, lest I post a wall of text with no photos.

1. Gabby borrowed my phone in the car...

2. "It's a kettleball!" Thanks, Bob Harper. THANKS.

10-11-12

Today, this kid.....







She turns 6.




Time flies, man.

Weekend Roundup: Chapman 5k Recap, #runLB, PFTW

1. Chapman 5k Recap

I spent a fair amount of time whining to various people that I just don't have the mental toughness that I feel like I used to have. I don't really feel like I have it in me to push, and push hard.

It's one reason I wasn't sure I wanted to even attempt a PR at Chapman. I just didn't feel like I had it in me, and (IMO), for a 5k, it's equal parts speed, and mental toughness.

Saturday, I just didn't have it. Not enough speed, not enough tough.

First, the good.

Chapman has excellent goody bags - tech shirts, tons of samples.



The weather was pretty ideal. Cool and partly cloudy. Pretty sunrise during my warm up included.

They have kind of unofficial pace groups.


It's a small-ish race, without much congestion.

The bad....
This guy beat me
The ugly....
Bah.

That's NOT a PR.

The race is fantastic - well organized, two water stations, the course is well marked and volunteers everywhere. Finish area is well organized, and there's a great oatmeal bar after (I skipped to attend the Disney/Make a Wish event, HERE). It's a great race, and I promise I won't hold a grudge against Chapman for my shit performance. That's not hyperbole, BTW. Goal pace was 8:30; splits were 8:30, 9:17, 9:03, 8:12 {worst finishing kick EVER}. Lame. I did everything I could to set myself up for a PR, except for the running part during, say, ALL OF SEPTEMBER. Turns out, that part is kind of a big deal.

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2. Long Beach spectating

After deciding last year I was done racing Long Beach forever and ever, I was pretty excited when Julie mentioned she was going to be spectating this year's race.

I'm a big fan of spectating.

Julie is the hostess with the mostest, and had a pretty fancy spread of otter pops, Nuun, pretzels, and candy.








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3. PFTW

Last Week....
Monday: 6 miles, strides - super hot.
Tuesday: cross training - weights!
Wednesday: Long run, 14 easy pace
Thursday: 30 minutes yoga
Friday: cross training - weights AGAIN! I'm practically The Hulk.
Saturday: 2 miles warm up, shitty 5k
Sunday: rest

This Week...
Monday: 7 miles tempo (kill me now)
Tuesday: cross training
Wednesday: Long run, 16 easy pace
Thursday: rest (Gabby's birthday!)
Friday: 5 miles easy
Saturday: cross training (hiking!)
Sunday: 4-5 easy