to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know
that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes,
no coincidences; all events are blessings given to us to
learn from. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
The support from the running/biking/walking/whatever
community for Liz has been nothing short of awesome.
Each of you has not only blessed Liz with your wonderful
words of inspiration but you have blessed each other,
as old friends have reconnected and new friendships
have been forged. We will continue to Run For Liz,
and continue to provide this place to share those
years ago on September 3, 2001, Liz
ran the Rock N Roll Half Marathon in Virginia Beach...as
did a bunch of other penguins. Following the race
that afternoon, they all gathered to relax on the
beach and enjoy the ocean that Liz loves so much.
They talked and laughed and told stories and went
for ice cream.
we are designating this same day - this coming Sunday, September 3, as a
Day of Hope for Liz.
Since you come from all around the world we can't
pick an hour in the day where we could all be out
there at the same time - so we are picking a day,
Sunday, the Lord's Day, to celebrate TOGETHER Liz's
life, her tenacity, and her will to survive. You don't
have to commit ahead of time or sign up or anything
like that. On Sunday, September 3, run - or walk -
or attend church - or meditate - or cycle - or do
whatever brings you close to your own heart and the
place you have made there for Liz. It can be physical
activity, or a time of thought and prayer.
Then submit your post about what YOU did on our Day
of Hope. Through our collective experiences - and
prayers - we will lift Liz higher and higher so the
healing may continue.
September 3rd - A
Day of Hope
box above explains the Day of Hope and
gives the instructions people used to post what they did on
this special day. Below are the reports posted from all around
of Hope Reports
Day of Hope report
run the same route several times a week. I've been doing it
so long I really don't pay much attention to what I see unless
it's about to mug me! So when I thought about dedicating my
run to Liz I got to thinking about how I could do that. I
wanted something mindful--some way that I could bring Liz
with me. Running didn't seem to be a good answer because I'm
so internalized when I run. Instead I opted to travel my regular
route at a more leisurely pace, and pretended I was giving
Liz an in-depth tour of my regular 'hood run. I took my camera
along to make sure that I would have to stop and look at the
scenery (the better to explain to Liz what we're looking at!).
We got lucky in that it was a gorgeous day. I told Liz to
expect the unexpected--there's no way of knowing what New
York will dish up on a lazy Sunday afternoon. As we started
down my block I explained to Liz that my 'hood run is not
necessarily meant to take in the most interesting sights in
NYC--I designed it to minimize long traffic lights and unyielding
pedestrian traffic. But in it's own way it gives a great slice
of New York life.
We headed west from my building down my street. I pointed
out some of my favorite gardens. When we got to the corner
we turned and looked east and I pointed out the Empire State
Building and how it looms over everything in midtown. Rounding
the corner we made our first stop: the Church of the Holy
Apostles. On Sundays and other holidays this is an Episcopal
Church. On Fridays and Saturdays it is a synagogue. On weekdays
it's New York's largest soup kitchen. And when it isn't any
of those things it houses AA meetings, the Chelsea Community
Chorus and community "town hall" meetings. Truly
a building that earns its keep. We were fortunate to meet
Pam here. She's a volunteer gardener who told us a little
about how the lovely gardens are maintained (all volunteer).
She offered to show us around, but we had miles to cover so
I declined but promised to stop by another day.
The next few blocks were Chelsea eclectic. We passed through
campus of FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology) where the
new students were just going through orientation. We passed
by Martha Stewart's studio (there goes the neighborhood! ;-)
and stopped for a few minutes to watch a spirited game of
volleyball going on at one of our neighborhood playgrounds.
I puzzled for a moment at the "Chinese Yellow Pages"
office, wondering if looking up something in the Chinese Yellow
Pages is as difficult as it sounds...
One of the coolest things about wandering your neighborhood
with a camera is it makes you really look at stuff. I noticed
the amazing iron grill-work on the balconies and banisters
of the brownstones. I kept looking up and seeing wonderful
architectural details I simply don't notice when I run by.
I snapped a lot of pictures and enjoyed how pointing things
out to Liz made me look at them through different eyes.
Another cool thing about wandering about with a camera is
that people stop to talk about the pictures you're taking.
Several times I had people ask me what I was looking at as
I took pictures of windows and billboards. The best instance,
though, was when I met Adele. We have a community garden that
I've always been curious about but never really knew how or
why it existed. It is surrounded by chain-link fence, with
a locked gate, so even when I've taken the time to stop and
look at it, I've never been able to truly appreciate it. However,
as I pointed my camera through the fence I caught the attention
of a lovely elderly woman (a rough estimate maybe 90 y/o!).
She came over to the locked gate and invited us to come in
to the garden to get a better look. She guided us down the
paths between the plots, explaining that each little plot
belonged to a different person and that the plots were rented
by the season. The lot had formerly been a storage area for
maintenance equipment and had been an eyesore to the residents
in the surrounding buildings. However, the vision of one guy,
and the hard work of a small community had turned the eyesore
to the fantastic urban garden it is today. Adele told us her
own story--she'd had heart surgery earlier in the summer so
her little garden plot was not perfectly maintained--but she
thought that taking care of her little 32 square feet of greenery
was the best therapy she could have. We spent about half an
hour in the garden with Adele and I left feeling tremendously
cheered. After running by this little urban oasis for years
I finally could put a little context to it. Thanks to Liz
for making me slow down and take notice!
After the garden we proceded down some of my favorite residential
blocks. There was a very lazy feel to the day--the Sunday
of a holiday weekend--and most of the people we passed were
out enjoying a very leisurely day. It was a very different
feel from the hustle of a typical weekday. We stopped to admire
London Terrace--New York's oldest co-op community--and the
lovely grounds surrounding the Episcopal Theological Seminary.
Then it was on to more lively pursuits as we crossed 10th
Avenue en route to more edgy territory.
Manhattan's western-most districts have gone from "scary
fringe" to "somewhat uncomfortably chic" in
the last few years but it's not always evident from the outside.
As we headed to the river I pointed out the graffiti-covered
"Heavenly Auto Body" shop which looks like a crack
house but actually houses a chi-chi gallery. We had a good
laugh watching the gallery crowd trying to maintain their
dignity while picking their way through some neither-sober-nor-silent
street people. We were still giggling as we crossed the West
Side Highway and came upon the dog park.
Now I don't have a dog (wish I did!) but I'm always fascinated
by the dog parks in this city. They have their own subcultures.
Today we watched as many dogs played without any aggression
while their humans staked out their territories and agendas.
One guy seemed to have appointed himself "mayor of the
dog park" and made grand proclamations about the worthiness
of each canine to enjoy the facilities. As it turned out he
had at least 4 dogs (two of them pit bulls--though admitedly
quite docile) so I guess he felt he had critical mass in ruling
the dog park. But jeez! Liz and I shook our heads and rolled
our eyes at how it seems you can find a petty despot in just
about any situation.
Our final destination for the afternoon turned out to be even
better than I hoped. We had headed to a place called the "Frying
Pan" on the Hudson River. It's a place I only discovered
a few weeks ago and I wanted to show it to Liz. It was the
perfect place to grab a seat, have a beer, and enjoy the end
of a lovely Sunday afternoon. The Frying Pan is actually a
boat, which is moored at a pier in the Hudson River. It used
to be a lightship which the Coast Guard deployed off the coast
of Cape Fear NC. Now it is an historical landmark gracing
the Hudson River just north of the Chelsea Piers sports complex.
The pier that anchors the Frying Pan is, in itself, an excellent
place to relax and take in some beautiful views. There's a
little bar/restaurant and tons of tables to sit and enjoy
the views of the river and the New York skyline. It's especially
amazing to watch the sun set across the Hudson. And luck was
with us on Sunday: Not only was there a wedding party going
on at the Frying Pan but there was a Bahamian festival going
on at the pier beside it. Wedding guests and Bahamian festival-goers
were all kind of morphing together into a big, happy, conch-eating,
beer-drinking crowd and we just joined in the fun. We pushed
our way out to the end of the pier where there was a live
reggae-type band and we sat down and made ourselves at home.
I was happy for Liz's sake (as well as my own!) that we'd
stumbled across this festival because it was the perfect way
to end our Chelsea adventure. I snapped a lot of pictures
but mostly what got imprinted in my mind was the sunshine,
the music, the smiles and the good company of Liz as we rehashed
our afternoon in New York.
We spent a long time at the pier and by the time we left the
sun was sinking toward the horizon and I had used up the memory
card in my camera. It was a great day and I'm thankful I could
spend it with Liz hovering right there in my consciousness.
I'm not sure what to do with the pictures--I don't want to
clutter Liz's website--so maybe I'll just wait til she comes
to NYC in the flesh and I'll give her the whole slideshow
then. I hope she enjoyed our adventure as much as I did.
Day of Hope
Day of Hope for Liz report
alarm sounded at 3:15 a.m. To be honest, there was no time
to meditate for Liz then. I knew there wouldn't be. The
day would be too full, the work too ceaseless. I thought
it probably would be much like Liz's last few
months in that regard--overflowing with work that is largely
concealed from the people most involved. I carried that
thought into my Day of Hope, to better understand what Liz
has been living.
4 a.m. I was at my assigned work station--the Information
tent at the start line of the RNR Half Marathon in Virginia
Beach. There was no coffee at the hotel or our staff check-in
point AND I was informed my Info backup
had been re-assigned to work another area at the start.
I picked up my staff radio which is how we communicate on
race day and trudged through the dark across the vast parking
lot that was the Athlete's Village adjacent to the starting
Info I couldn't get the generator started which meant no
lights around the tent. Not a good thing, as I knew the
first runners would begin to arrive before 5 a.m. with a
million questions from "I forgot my bib number"
to "what are corrals?" I zip tied banners to the
top of the tent poles, set up the Info tables and laid out
the safety pins, zip ties for chips, and information on
the race course, shuttles, spectating, all the things people
might have forgotten to bring or ask about earlier.
tables were rusted and heavy. In trying to pull one upright
onto its legs, I lost my grip and fell flat backwards onto
the asphalt. Hit my head, skinned my elbow, had to use all
my tissue to staunch the blood flow. Injuries were minor
but loss of the tissue was not, since I knew exactly how
much I'd want those later in the day when the TP in porta
potties ran out.
first runners appeared before dawn, shadows drifting across
the dark lot. I was ready. This is the part of my job I
like. It's when a few words can settle the panic of a first-timer.
It's when calmly taking the zip tie from a shaky pair of
hands and attaching the chip myself means the runner gets
to gear check and the start before the gun sounds. It's
when I get to give Ed Shanley or another penguin a good
luck hug. :-)
5 to 7:30 a.m. I answered a million same same same questions
and answers: where're the corrals, the UPS trucks, the bagels,
the water, do you have vaseline, which direction do we run,
are there buses to bring us
back here no then what am I going to do, how is my mom in
a wheel chair going to get to the finish line 1.5 miles
away, how will I find my boyfriend, I lost my car keys how
will I get home, can I push this stroller and my baby on
the course, will you take this shirt which I just bought
yesterday and bring it to me at the finish line because
I forgot my gear check bag please please please. People
were frantic because time was running out. People were angry
that the shuttles arrived after the UPS gear trucks left.
I answered and explained and soothed as best I could.
time to time, not often, I bit my tongue at the unpreparedness
of people and silliness of questions. I reminded myself
that I didn't know what happened in the days and hours before
they arrived to ask me their question. Regardless how serious
or silly the question, it really is the part of my job I
like the most. It's when I get to care about these runners.
7:30 I tore down everything I put up at 4:30 and stacked
it in a neat pile so the clean-up crew could load it fast.
Staff and volunteers were cleaning up the debris and dismantling
eqipment in the starting corrals and
athelete's village. At 8 a.m. I radioed for a ride to my
finish line work station. All 7 staff who were going from
the start to the finish had to ride in the same Neon because
parking is so limited. It was the first time I sat down
since I fell down. All I wanted was coffee, but there was
a convenience store on the way to the finish line. Feeling
finish line assignment was refreshments. By the time I arrived,
staff and volunteers who had been working there since 5
a.m. had it organized. Thousands of bananas, oranges, bagels,
bags of pretzels, energy bars, water were laid out on tables,
with more in boxes stacked behind to replenish. Enough for
job was to supervise volunteers who passed out the food
and to replenish refreshments as they were depleted. This
is the part of the job I don't like. I'm the food marshall,
the one who tells the volunteers they must monitor how much
food runners take. It's unpleasant and hard to enforce.
The speedy greedy don't always think about the slower runners
and walkers behind them who are just as hungry and depleted.
Neither I nor the volunteers understand why Joe Blow takes
8 bagels, while Sam Smith sweetly takes a half. Neither
I nor the volunteers want to tell Joe Blow that he can't
have what he wants at the end of 13.1 miles. But we do and
he lets us know exactly what he thinks of us.
spend hours alongside the volunteers in direct sun unpacking
boxes, opening and depositing the contents of each bag into
bins on the refreshment tables. After the first hour and
for four more, runners clog the refreshment area, a stream
so steady and constant there's rarely time to glance up.
The press of doing the job requires ignoring the runners,
a real conundrum for me. All I see is bagels, plain or wheat,
with an occasional respite to check on the condition of
volunteers, who will often work themselves to a dangerous
point of dehydration or debilitating fatigue. One of my
best volunteers was the woman who passed out oranges from
her wheelchair with a tube from a portable oxygen tank in
her nose. My dose of daily inspiration.
1 p.m. the last walker finished. Staff and volunteers began
tearing down finish line tents, booths, tables, banners
and loading them into trucks. Also cleaning up the debris
left by 16,000 runners; bagging the garbage and carrying
it to beachside dumpsters. At 2 p.m. those who began work
at 4 a.m. were released; others stayed for at least another
hour to finish cleanup.
the car to the hotel, I realized it was the first time I
sat down since the car ride to the finish at 8 a.m. By now
I'm very hot hungry tired and not thinking too clearly.
Staff working in the refreshment zone couldn't get through
the crush of runners to staff food in the middle of the
secure zone, so I had what I brought: a bottle of boost,
a bagel and an energy bar for breakfast and lunch.
at my hotel, the call of the shoreline and my Hope for Liz
were stronger than the shower or bed. I needed silence,
the calming sound of waves and the feel of sand and water
to clear the day's fatigue and stiffness from my head and
put on my running clothes and went onto the beach for the
first time since my arrival in VB on Wednesday. I ignored
the throngs of Labor Day beachgoers and stood alone with
the water lapping my ankles, wiggling my toes in the sand,
feeling the tide and thinking of Liz on the opposite shore.
I stopped at an outdoor beach bar for a sandwich and cold
drink. I called my parents and a friend. I thought some
more about Liz and hope.
at the hotel I showered, napped, went out for a decent meal,
packed, went back to bed. Monday morning I woke before dawn.
Leaning on the rail of my balcony overlooking the ocean
as the sun rose, my thoughts were with Liz again, weaving
a net of friendship around her from that time on Virginia
Beach after the RNR Half in 2001 to her recovery rest at
Laguna Beach this weekend.
I'm deep in thought like that, music often comes to me.
Monday morning it was Ryan Shupe & the Rubberband singing
these words of hope for Liz, for her family...well, for
all of us...Dream Big:
you cry, be sure to dry your eyes,
'Cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile, be sure to smile wide,
And don't let them know that they have won.
And when you walk, walk with pride,
And don't show the hurt inside,
Because the pain will soon be gone.
when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
'Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
when you laugh, be sure to laugh out loud,
'Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself,
And it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to help to carry on,
But when the troubles come your way.
when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
'Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
you cry be sure to dry your eyes,
cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and
don't let them know that they have one.
And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,
'Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all
around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to
help to carry on when the troubles come your way.
Day of Hope
Thompson in Charlevoix, MI
Liz.....I'm a little late posting this, but I wanted you
to know you and I PR'd a 4.4 mile Mackinaw Bridge Run
note was added from Louise's post on the Penguin Runners'
list. It adds a lot to the report so I'm including it
The Bridge run was awesome again this year as usual. As
usual, I wondered and worried "what the heck am I
doing here again, what makes me think I can do this again,
I'm going to be last, I'm going to humiliate myself, my
leg is going to cramp --- I had an acute muscle spasm
in my calf last week at the Crim 10 mile and rested it
all week, meaning no running or walking for 8 days ---
did I hydrate enough, did I eat too much for breakfast,
should I carry this water bottle or can I get along without
it, there aren't any porta potties on the bridge, there
was a sort of a terrorism scare about the Bridge a few
weeks ago, there are FBI and security all over -- what
are they thinking????---- ) Then I decided that if the
Gov showed up it must be OK! I was a winner, they aren't
going to scare me, I can do this - I've done it before
--Lizzie is on my shoulder this time, forget the potty
issues, I won't be last, the Gov won't catch me this time,
and I'm not going to think about the cramp - it's going
to be just fine. Talk about race jitters.......nothing
new for me, I should be used to it by now (do you ever
get used to this anticipation?!.........So off I went,
and here's the result :
walkers are not allowed on the bridge, except on Labor
Day, when the Governor leads 45,000 to 60,000 walkers.
Runners were never allowed until the Governor started
it 3 years ago........she was bored with walking and started
running, throwing the Bridge Authority into a real tizzy!!
Since then, a lottery selects 300 runners to run with
her (after engineering studies determined it to be safe
to do so, LOL). Next year will be the 50th walking (4th
running) of the bridge.
out very early, arising at 4 am to catch the bus to the
northern side of the bridge (running south). Began running
at 6:45 am, in the northbound lanes of the bridge.
partly cloudy sunrise was a beautiful orange/pink/gray over
Lake Huron on one side of the bridge (Lake Michigan on the
other side), the weather was a nice 68, little breeze to
ruffle the waters, but high humidity. Just about right.
a back of the packer........and at one point I thought you
and I were ABSOLUTE LAST.........the runners ahead of us
were at least 1/2 mile ahead, and when I turned around to
see how close the Governor might be getting (sheesh, I didn't
want her PASSING us!!!) ......... I couldn't see ANYONE!
We had the whole bridge to ourselves, Lizzie! I ran hard
to try to catch up to those ahead of me, not wanting to
be LAST finisher, and caught myself running way too fast
for me.........you were providing the wings for my feet,
evidently. I thought for sure I'd crash and burn before
the finish at that pace. We PR'd by at least a full minute
PER MILE (12:58 vs my usual 14 - 14:30!!!). I can't find
my notes about the previous runs, but I haven't done 12
anything for more than one mile in at least 4 years. Thank
you for your wings!
so glad you are done with the chemo/radiation. I'm sure
that was brutal! You look wonderful! I know you'll sail
(run) thru the surgery as well. In the meantime, we'll keep
running/walking/biking/swimming for you.
you for the wings on Monday. You are in my thoughts and
you a speedy recovery, Louise
Day of Hope
Newton in Tampa Bay, FL
Liz. I hope you're enjoying your time in Laguna Beach. I
bet it's beautiful :) We went for a long run on Sunday--although
not quite as long as intended. At least not outside. See,
I'm, shall we say, directionally challenged, and I managed
to get lost in my own neighborhood. I've been training for
the Baltimore Marathon this summer, and I had intended to
do two 8-mile loops, passing my house in the middle to get
more water and Cliff Shots to get me through. Well, I decided
to go straight instead of turning right, just to see what
was there. It was another part of the same subdivision,
so naturally I thought it'd be all right; I'd just go down
this one street and come back. Well, that street wound around
and changed names three times, and I had no idea where I
was. I was almost at 10 miles on my GPS thingy, and I had
run out of water about a mile before. I knew my friend Kevin,
who I work with at Bed Bath & Beyond, lived somewhere
in that part of the subdivision, but I wasn't sure on what
street. My brilliant plan was to run up and down the streets
looking for his truck and then bang on his door at 8:00
on Sunday morning and beg him to drive me home ;) Well,
luckily it didn't come to that, because I made a turn and
ran for a bit and, lo and behold, I finally came across
a street I was familiar with! Yay! A mile and a half later,
I was home. I was pretty much done at that point. So, we
went about 12 miles outside, and then after dinner, we finished
up the last four miles on the nice, bouncy, soft treadmill
in the cool, air conditioned family room, where there was
no possible way for my fool self to get us lost ;)
was actually a fun trip--I'm glad you could come along with
me. I promise not to get us *that* lost again--at least
not without water ;)
Day of Hope
was to be my last day of any real work, preparing for a
primarily resting. I drove to Devil's Lake which is adjacent
Dells and a beautiful place to run/bike/swim.
whole area is glacier formed which of course means hills,
lots of hills.
I decided to run from the south shore to the north shore
which is about 4.5
miles, most of it uphill which meant I would run downhill
back to the lake.
The hills around Devil's Lake is where my brother did all
his training, so
my run was filled with the joy of running in his footsteps,
sadness for the pain Lizzie is enduring.
run out approximated the run/walk strategy I hope to use
IronMan marathon. If I can run that is. Considering the
hill, run/walk is
all that I could do. To give you an idea of the hill...when
I turned around
and started downhill, I ran for 15 minutes, around an 8:00mph
pace, before I
took a walk break. It was great, I haven't run that fast
in a long time and
it felt like I was flying. What a great feeling!
I got back to the lake, I stretched, ate, sat in the sun
friends, waiting for the others to show up so we could all
Devil's Lake is a great place to swim because no motors
are allowed. You
still have to dodge the fishing boats and kayakers, but
understanding with us training nuts.
into the wetsuit is almost a workout unto itself, but it
does help on the swim, so no complaints. Off we went, south
across the lake and back before the rains moved in. Looming
great for pace work and the threat of lightning is even
more better! We
finished 1.5 miles and for me, it was my fastest swim yet.
A perfect way to
say, "that's it, I'm done training, bring it on."
was a great day, filled with the company of friends, reflecting
friends who were present in just my mind, and sending prayers
for strength for Lizzie.
was a great day Lizzie, I'm ready to tackle IronMan and
I hope you're
ready to tackle your next hurdle.
[webmaster note: Kitty is making her IM debut in
Ironman Wisconsin on Sept 10]
Day of Hope
Wellner, New York City
I rested to prepare for the Mad Dash 10K in Rhinebeck the
Monday morning, Labor Day, I got up at 6:30 to have breakfast
drive about an hour from Hillsdale to Rhinebeck, NY, a charming
village in the Hudson Valley. It was cloudy, cool, and humid.
make a long story short, I ran the 10K in 1:01:21 and won
beautiful first place AG trophy. I am dedicating my trophy
goomies were excellent, including lots of home-made brownies.
also ran the race and she is much better than I am in telling
the story in great detail. Your turn, Harriet.
Day of Hope
Lawrence in WA
Sunday the 3rd, I walked five miles on the Ruston Way Waterfront
was sore and tired, but needed to do it.
Day of Hope
McFadden, Richhfield, MN
Liz! Weve never met - YET - but I feel like I know you from
all that has been posted about you. I have lurked on the
Penguin site but wanted to finally talk about a couple of
the runs you and I have taken together...
probably no coincidence that much of the spiritual music
you have on this site is the very same music I have on my
Ipod as well as playing on my radio when I run. It's funny,
but the first time you and I "ran" together I
asked if my music choice was ok with you and now I know
that it is! hahaha
first run was along a 5K trail that was the site of my first
official 5K race. (I'm new to running and w/ a slow 12 min
/ mile pace but that's ok - I'm a new penguin!) We finished
the first run together in an OK time but had more fun after
with the stop we made at the local farmer's market! I bought
you a huge bouquet of summer flowers in gorgeous shades
of yellow, purple, red, blue... But since I could not give
them to you in person, I put them on the kitchen table so
I could say a quick prayer for you every time I saw them.
We also tasted some cheeses and sausage, bought some yummy
trail mix, but mostly just did our "cooldown"
walking the market and you being so gracious to listen to
me ramble - as my thoughts do when running...
most recent run was yesterday and I call it the run that
should not have been. Because it was cold and raining here
on Sunday, I did do my honor run as agreed by all on the
boards but it was on the treadmill and not much to write
about as the scenery never really changes... LOL
run was supposed to be an off day of rest so I decided to
go to Lake Harriet and walk while my husband and stepson
rode their bikes. The path around Harriet is paved w/ a
path for pedestrians as well as one for bikers which makes
it safer for all. There is a beautiful bandshell there with
concerts most evenings which makes for some delightful walks
(I usually run in the morning before work) as you can hear
the music much of the way around. There is also a pavillion
that sells good ice cream, popcorn, candy, water & sodas
and is a great place to meet my family if we separate. Well,
anyway, as I said, yesterday was supposed to be a walk...
The sun was shining, it was 75 degrees, no wind. There were
a lot of people out walking the cutest puppies, lots of
darling babies in strollers, a sailing regatta for the small
sailboats that dock there, artists painting on the shore,
turles sunning on the logs, ducks swimming everywhere, kids
fishing... So we were going to walk (see the trend here
- the plan was a walk so we could chat and take more in)
but fate wasn't having that! I had my Ipod and we decided
on some of Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA"
as we wanted a decent pace for walking (I gotta burn some
calories here). The first song came on and we were off -
running - and we could not have stopped if we had to! We
were running so comfortably... It felt right and there was
no stopping us! We talked, dodged the cute puppies &
strollers, laughed and loved being in the warm sunshine!
We finished that run of 4.2 miles in a 10:29 pace! I don't
know about you but that is a personal best for me as I am
usually at about 12:00 min/miles... I could not believe
it! You had so inspired me to do better than before and
I am grateful! One of the songs we listened to was Springsteen's
"No surrender". While the words themselves are
ok, I love the lyrics and thought they applied to you. I
have posted them here...
"We made a promise we swore we'd always remember -
no retreat baby, no surrender.
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
no retreat baby, no surrender."
Liz, I know you will never retreat from this battle you
are waging! You will not surrender, nor would the Lord want
you to so remember, we are all with you and will stand beside
you as best we can from cyberspace!
bless you! Oh and do you want to run again next Monday?
The band concert that night is in memorial to 9/11 and I
thought we could get a quick lap in and then grab a water
and enjoy the evening if you are up for it?
Day of Hope
O, Hammond, LA
got to do the Tupelo marathon for you on Sunday.
We could not pick up our packets on Saturday, so I emailed
the race director and asked if I could pick it up race morning.
He replied that we could between 3:00 and 3:15 a.m., turns
out that was his idea of a joke. The race started at 5:00
and everyone else was picking up their packets around 4:30
or so. Funny guy huh?
spite of the rude race director, it was a great morning.
Really the first time I actually felt just a bit cool. It
was a long slow day for me, but I am grateful that I am
able to be out there doing what I love.
and I are planning on running RNR in June - see you there.
Day of Hope
I ventured out around 7am for my Sunday long day of 6 miles.
The track at the local high school was redone over the summer,
and I've been itching to get on it and try it out. Previously,
it was a very old, black asphalt track, with plenty of buckles
and cracks to watch out for, especially in the inside lane.
Practicing good track etiquette, I use the outside lane
and rely on my garmin for accurate distance. I have to use
to gauge my pace anyway...
off I went. I noticed right away that the temperature was
noticably lower yesterday morning than it had been in quite
a while. In actuality, it was about 77F, but the humidity
was up quite a bit 76%, and the wind was breezy with a few
gusts blowing to make it feel much cooler. As I walked from
my car to the track, I almost felt chilly (dare I say that
in September in Arizona!). Anyway, the walk itself was none
too eventful, although I had to quit at 5 miles and high
tail it back home early due to ERIC coming on around 4.5
miles. But it was a beautiful 5 miles, on a glorious new
spongy track, my bones have been ever so thankful to me
by not feeling creaky and complaining..
while Liz was enjoying the beach in California, I was enjoying
a beautiful day for her here, her regular stomping grounds
of Arizona.... so while she wasn't here physically, she
was here in spirit through my thoughts and walk!
Day of Hope
Sunday , started with a trip to Britton to pick up a friend
for the Sunday Meeting. It is a 45 minute trip through the
hills. Very pretty, a nice morning without fog. Our grass
had been brown this summer for lack of rain, but now we
have an abundance of rain and the rolling hills are green
and lush. There are the usual herds of cattle and horses,
lots of seagulls out in the morning, plus a flock of wild
turkey and a large crane (think that is what it was) plus
an occasional pheasant. Lots of frogs this year and the
turtles are trying to cross the road. It is a pleasant trip.
We had lunch together after the meeting. Had a nice visit.
both of us have been care givers for many years. Her father
, who is 85, is now recovering quite nicely from his cancer
treatments. She worries about the day that she will be alone.
Next month will be two years that I have been alone. It
has not been easy, but I have grown in self confidence as
I have had to deal with home repairs and other situations
on my own. I assure her that she will do fine, it just takes
time. I feel she has an inner strength..more than she realizes.
Liz, you too have a great inner strength and are meeting
your challenge with grace and courage.. an inspiration for
We took Shiloh and Daisy ( my two little dogs) with us on
the return trip to Britton. Her Dad had not met Daisy yet
and he loves dogs. They gave him kisses as he greeted them.
On the trip home I stopped at the
Nicollet tower and took the dogs out for a short walk. On
a clear day, from the tower you can see all three states.
Mn, SD and ND. as we are in the NE corner of the state.
It was a beautiful day , It brings a smile to think of all
the people who are celebrating with you and your family
on this Day of hope . It is heartwarming to read the posts.
Best wishes to you Liz, for a full recovery. My thoughts
and prayers are with you.
Day of Hope
Sharrow, Athens GA
know if you remember me or not, since we only met twice,
but I'd like
to thank you. Your sharing of your story has made me look
into my own
situation, and to realize that as bad as things sometimes
get, there is
going into pity party details, things have been a bit rough
lately, so when I thought about Sunday for Lizzie, I decided
meditation was in order. So I did, and somehow discovered
following truth will keep me going:
meaning of life IS life--and that is enough.
you so much for making me look inside and find hope once
penguin hugs in the whole world,
Day of Hope
Cooksley, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Yesterday I lazily slept in and didn't get out for my run
in the nice, cool morning.
puttered around with other things instead, to avoid the
heat. I re-packaged some meat I'd bought in bulk. I even
took the time to add marinades to the freezer bags before
freezing them. In the afternoon I took my daughter out shopping
for some back to school clothes, and we stopped for lunch
and groceries, too. Hubby worked until 6 and I made a late
supper of beef satay. I put some laundry in the washer and
resisted the desire to curl up on the couch.
Labour Day today, I could have saved my run for this morning,
but I'd promised to run on Liz's Day of Hope, so I put my
shorts and shoes on, kissed my family, and headed out the
the time I got outside it was dark, but that didn't bother
me - I run in the dark all the time in the winter. The air
was still kind of warm, but not hot like it had been earlier.
I ran much the same route I'd done on my birthday earlier
in the week, but stuck more to the lighted streets instead
of meandering through the pathways.
was kind of weird about my run. As I said above, I run all
the time in the dark in the winter, but I felt different
on this one. The shadows were kind of strange, but that
wasn't it. I felt more relaxed, more free than I usually
do on dark runs. What was it? It took me a good 15 minutes
before I realized that I wasn't scanning my route for ice!
Aha! I laughed when I realized that.
was not a long run, only 5 km. I ran up the hills again,
and imagined that it really wasn't that hard at all. Since
I wasn't going far, I tried to keep the effort strong.
were lots of folks out walking in the cool evening air.
I saw some dogs out playing with their owners. There were
other runners out, too. I frightened two big jackrabbits,
one at each end of my oval-shaped route. There were a few
other kinds of animals out, having barbeque parties and
sitting around fire-pits in their back yards. Lots of happy
was all sweaty when I got home, but greeted everyone with
a kiss again. I poured myself a glass of milk, grabbed a
few of my birthday chocolates and THEN I succumbed to the
couch. Today is my kids' last day before school begins again.
I think I'll drag them out on a hike.
for getting me out the door, Liz!
Day of Hope
report from Wendy
Sibley in NC
I took you with me to Virginia Beach for the 6th Rock ‘n’
Roll Half this weekend. I wanted so much for it to be fun—the
way I remembered our visit there for the race as fun—but
all days aren’t fun, I suppose. In fact, perhaps that
made this race even more poignant for me. At my low points,
I thought of the un-fun days you must have faced recently,
and how you have to keep going anyway and squeeze every
drop of goodness out of each day.
I’m getting ahead of myself, because there was a
good deal of goodness in this day. In fact, it was a glorious
day. We skirted a hurricane to make this race, you and
I. Right up until the day before I left home, there were
questions about whether the path of Ernesto would prevent
the race, and whether it would prevent my drive to Va
Beach. But the storm passed, the trip was made, and on
your “Day of Hope” I toed the line in Corral
20–far behind where you would have started, but
I kept you there with me anyway.
the first six miles WERE fun. The wave start sent us under
the balloon arch 29 minutes behind the elites. I laughed,
thinking they’d be finished before we got to mile
4, but I had my camera and my goal was not a stellar time,
but a palpable memory. I love the water stops and neighborhoods
and cheerleaders at this race. They didn’t disappoint
us this year. They were just as marvelous as usual. And
not far into the race, there was the huge panel from rbkrunning.com:
“When exhaustion gets tired, when agony doubles
over in pain, when defeat waves a little white flag, I will
still be out here. Running. I am what I am.” That’s
you, Liz, still running.
the short little bridge? It’s the only “hill”
on the course.
the theme for this year was pirate-y, with all the neighborhood
there dressed in pirate garb, and a huge pirate ship complete
with skull and crossbones, and a series of signs demanding
we “walk the plank” (the bridge). Their lighthearted
encouragement made the bridge seem insignificant, even
to this flatlander. And Camp Pendleton had its jeep-borne
drill sergeant shouting encouragement to us through her
A 9-or-10-yr-old kid played acoustic guitar from the back
of a pickup. He was as much fun for me as any of the bands,
and he was adorable.
when I left the shade of Camp Pendleton, turned back on
the city streets, and began the long trek past the finish
line out to 37th street, the day changed for me. It was
late, the heat and humidity were rising, and the concrete
resorts and asphalt offer little in the way of shade.
I drank cups of warm water at the water stops, and couldn’t
seem to get enough.Then
came that wonderful turn toward the ocean on 37th street,
and the surf was gorgeous.
The boardwalk was crowded, and it was hot, but we faced
the finish line in the distance. And we crossed it, you
and I. No iced towels for you at the finish line, because
when you travel with me, the good stuff is often gone
before you finish. And no water, unless you wanted to
stand in the two-block line in the sun for runner refreshments.
So I bought a finisher’s shirt and a diet Pepsi,
and I walked six blocks to wait in the long line in the
hot sun for the shuttle back to the amphitheater where
I’d parked. And I was so nauseated and miserable,
and I wanted to cry because I’d wanted this to be
a tremendous celebration of you. And I dreaded writing
the race report.
it’s morning now, and I’m back home with my
medal and my finisher’s short and my photos of the
happy moments during the race, and it occurs to me that
maybe this is a very appropriate celebration of you. Because
this morning, I’m completely "healed". The
ugliness of yesterday’s nausea has passed. I am deliciously
cool in front of my computer screen and I have a tall, unsweetened
iced tea in hand and another pitcher waiting. And it’s
a good day. A marvelous day! I wish you a lifetime of complete
healing followed by many marvelous days.
Day of Hope
Broydrick/Singleton, Hingham, MA
of Hope! It is fitting that on Labor Day weekend you will
be off to Laguna Beach! You have finished one laborious
journey and now a little "rest and restore" time
is in order. I think Labor Day really marks new beginnings--not
the new year, not spring time, but the "back to school"
feeling, new crayons and new pencils, all ready to create
a new vision.
So, on this day, I took time to reflect. But not alone,
my daughter, Heidi, was here for the weekend and together
we listened to "Go Gratitude" and we read your
journal and your mother's posts and many of the messages.
I reminded Heidi of the many times I said to her--"remember
that how you live your life counts and sometimes you need
to know in advance what kind of person you want to be."
Lizzy, your family exemplifies all that I hope mine can
And then today, while we were out shopping, Heidi started
to lament about the fact that she wished she could afford
a Toaster that cost twice as much, but then she looked at
me and said, "Go Gratitude." So your message has
been passed on. Thank you.
Day of Hope
report from Debbie Askwith, Feeding Hills, Massachusetts
Liz. Knowing you had a busy day ahead of you today, I saved
our little walk for this evening. For several days I've
wondering what wonderful journey I should take you on. Then
decided, it would be a very short but personally significant
that we'd waddle.
2001 a friend planted the seed in my head of me becoming
and doing a marathon with her. Each day she'd ask, "What
did you do
today for training?" I'd come up with some lame excuse
prying myself from the couch. It took a month before I finally
laced up those running shoes and headed out the door - for
quarter of a mile! (That was all I could handle then.) So
Liz, let's take a brief "historical" walk down
my street and around
far outer bands of hurricane Ernesto passed through here
last night with refreshing gusty winds and bands of rain.
is littered with tiny twigs snapped from the trees by the
leaves that lost their grip from the rain pounding on them.
are no stars visible tonight, but the intermittent car headlights
and a few streetlights will light the way. Our soft footfalls
drowned out by the conversations of crickets, frogs, and
a bevy of
other insects. Listen. Can you hear them calling to each
back home now, sitting on the stoop, and enjoying the sounds
of nature at night with a cool beverage in our hand, and
a toast to
your continued healing. Reluctantly I head inside and ready
as you move on and continue to celebrate LIZ DAY with a
Penguins lined up to share the road. Cheers, my dear :)
Day of Hope
report from Marjorie Mullaly, Springville, Utah
started this day for you LIZ, by playing for Church (something
I do whenever I'm home). The music for the prelude was
dedicated to YOU. I choose-- "The King of Love My
Savior Is", "Fairest Lord Jesus", "All
Hail the Power of Jesus Name" and my favorite of
all "In the Garden"-- "and he walks with
me and he talks with me and he tells me I am his own".
Following church, David and I drove to Deer Valley which
is near Park City. We hiked up and I do mean up 2 1/2
miles gaining 1,400 ft in altitude. This was the steepest
hike we have done to date. When it got tough and it surely
did, I thought of you and knew that I had to do it. Then
we rode down on the ski lift. This was my biggest challenge
of all, I'm terrified of those things. But I managed to
get on and off without falling or making a fool of myself.
David did say as we neared the bottom that I really needed
to let go of the bar as he could not lift it off with
my hanging on to it for "dear life".
Praying for you and your family
Day of Hope
report from Daria Pilipczuk, Utica, NY
today is your day - enjoy it and bask in the all the good
wishes that are coming your way - you sooo deserve them
I did NOT run, walk, bike or do anything to exert myself
today - why not? -- because I am just getting over a real
bad case of pneumonia-- but I will post the details of that
to the PR group.
Instead, I lit a candle for you and also said a prayer and
then I went to the nursing home where my mom is in rehab
and helped out with the noon meal. There are so many elderly
residents that have no one to visit them - it breaks my
heart. This being a holiday weekend - the home is short
staffed so I wondered - would Liz like it if I helped to
feed some of the elderly folks? So, in honor of Liz, I volunteerd
my time at St. Luke's Home. It was great to see smiles on
some of the ladies who called my honey and also thanked
me but I didn't do it for the thanks-- I did it for you
God Bless you and keep you in His loving care.
Remember - we will rock San Diego!
Day of Hope
report from Karen Maas, Newberg, OR
Liz! Today was a 7 mile, easy run/walk for you! On my ridge
road, only dusted by a few passing cars (not much wind this
morning). Beautiful views of the Willamette Valley, but
not clear enough to see the mountains. This is the time
of year when great clouds of dust are generated, as the
tractors till deep into the ground after the harvests. And
this afternoon/evening, I'm cooking up some fresh applesauce,
from 2 beautiful boxes of Gravenstein apples that a good
friend gave me. It smells wonderful in here!
for more celebrations for you to come!!! :)
Day of Hope
report from Cheryl Link, Dublin,
I hope that you're enjoying the healing time at the beach.
I did my long run yesterday morning, and planned on either
running short or taking a rest day today. I wanted to do
something different for your Day of Hope, so I decided to
explore the morning with my granddaughter, Alex. She's 5
months old and this was the first time that her mom &
dad have been away from her for the night. Milt & I
were honored that we were the ones that they asked to babysit.
is a happy baby and this morning was no different. I took
her on a walk thru some of the bike paths that criss-cross
our neighborhood. We ended up at the playground and I decided
that it was time for her first official swing - not one
of those little baby swings, but on an actual swingset.
Apparently, all of the fresh air wiped her out and even
the excitement of being on a big-girl swingset didn't wake
we were heading back to the house, we passed a house with
a "Welcome Home Baby" banner across the front
porch. The guy that lived there was mowing his grass and
he turned off the mower to come over to see the baby and
to tell me that he had a new baby in his house, too. I hope
that he gets just as much joy out of watching his little
one grow as we've been getting from Alex.
Day of Hope
Gasco, Commerce Twp MI
Miles from Michigan for Liz's Day-
5 today along my favorite dirt roads (which unfortunately
are getting scarcer here in SE Michigan)..fall is definitely
in the air here! The purple loosestrife and water willow
plants in the river are turning a pinkish-red. Saw a few
painted turtles out in the river, sunning themselves on
logjams. Lots of deer sign - tracks all over and quite a
bit of scat (the polite name for deer doo). A few chipmunks
crossed the road ahead of me - fast little buggers - no
wonder they have racing stripes!Part of the run was in a
"tree tunnel" - the Garmin wouldn't pick up the
satellite, but the trees arching over the road were most
soothing. In a month or so, the colors there should be gorgeous.
Not a lot of idiot drivers today either,so it was a great
run. I've been at DEFCON4 on the PMS scale the last couple
days, so this was just what I needed as I start my training
in earnest for Kiawah Island. Thanks, Liz,for motivating
me, and I hope you're enjoying the ocean.
Day of Hope
report fromBill Kramer, New Albany, IN
will mark my first official work day at UPS. Up until today
I've just been sitting in classes. Today will be the day
I actually get thrown into the fray. No matter, despite
the butterflys that are marking my new experience, I wanted
to be sure I made it out for a run for Lizzy before work.
an early Sunday morning, it was mostly just me and the crickets.
When I was training for Rocket City I always enjoyed (after
I got used to starting in the dark) my Sunday morning long
runs. There is a peacefulness, especially in the city environment,
when you get out before anyone else. It somehow empowers
me to realize that most other people are still laying in
bed and I'm out doing something proactive for my body and
perfect as the setting for the run was, it still just wasn't
my day. It's my 3rd day in a row of running. Yesterday I
met up with Jim and Terry. I ran 5.2 miles and this morning
my legs and my foot were kinda sore from 3 straight days.
In addition, I ran in a shirt yesterday that left burn marks
on my armpits. However, whenever I wanted to believe I was
having a hard time, I thought of Lizzy and her struggles.
There is no way that my struggles can compare. The thought
of quitting never entered the equation.
I hope everyone joins together today to run for you on this
designated day. Just know that everyday you are being prayed
for and that you continue to inspire all of us.
Day of Hope
report fromLisa Whipps, Columbus, OH
Today on YOUR day my husband and I went to church. We chose
to go to the Exault Service, which is more modern and up
beat. The lesson was on including God in your every day
life. Our challenge was to pick something that we do on
a regular basis and instead of just doing it, do it for
God. Well that is not too hard for me. I will just make
sure that God is with me on every run.
we went over to the regular church service and took communion.
I prayed at the altar for you and for the other people in
my life that need healing. I sent you positive thoughts
that you are enjoying your time with your family at the
wish I could run for you today but we are running a 5k tomorrow
so we rested. I know so many others will be out there for
you. I will take my strength tomorrow from your fight and
Day of Hope
report from Alan Longfellow, Tempe, AZ
I was up early here in Flagstaff to dedicate a run for you.
These days I usually just do 2 or 3 miles for my cardio.
Today was a day to do 4 miles for you. I also will be doing
this at 7,000 feet instead of the usual 1200ft. After about
2 miles it was time to climb the hill back toward the house.
I was determined not to break stride, so I got your help.
I was saying I run (breath,pant) for Liz (breath,pant),
I run (breath,pant,gasp) for Liz (breath,pant,gasp). Anyway,
I made it with you and your strength and spirit pushing
me on. Thanks for sending your energy my way. I am so glad
your radiation is finally finished and you are on your way
to healing and feeling better. I admire your tenacity, your
spirit, and your inner strength which is getting you through
this rough journey. All your friends, family, and even those
who you do not know, are with you and sending so much positive
energy there is no way you can't help but win this battle.
I love you. Alan
Day of Hope
report from Patti in St Louis
I had the most awesome run for Liz. I ran about 12 miles
and saw some awesome stuff. I saw butterflies. I crossed
the Missouri River to run on the Katy Trail. On my way
back I was getting tired and was thinking of the hard
time you have been through Liz, just as I was thinking
about it four F15's flew over me. It was awesome. They
were probably heading to the Spirit of St. Louis Air Show.
It was really weird. My angel joined me again on this
run. He had a dream to ride in an F15. We tried to get
the Blue Angels give him a ride but they said that they
only do it for famous people. I think of him every time
I see fighter planes. He fought hard to beat cancer and
he is fighting with my Dad and you in spirit. Now I have
had two very special runs for Liz . This one was also
for my Dad who is still fighting hard too.
Have a wonderful day and enjoy the butterflies.
Patti in St Louis
Day of Hope
report from Violet Elder, Ann Arbor, MI
Liz, I hope you are having a happy and restful Sunday in
Laguna Beach. My Sunday started at 6:30 a.m., when we set
off in the dark to do our long bike ride. Biking in the
dark, with very little traffic on the road, is really a
surreal experience. Peaceful, meditative.
headed east, out of town, and then north along the eastern
border of Ann Arbor, eventually cutting through the park
along te river, just as the sun began to rise. It was to
be another gray, cold day, but it didn't matter--sunrise
is a beautiful and spiritual thing, regardless.
followed the river through the park, eventually ending up
back on Huron River Drive, bound for Dexter, Michigan. In
the early fall morning the wildlife activity was incredible,
much greater than usual. The squirrels were frantically
darting about, in high gear now as they prepare for the
coming cold. Flocks of birds were gathered by the river,
collecting themselves for a flight south; we saw more white-tailed
deer than I've ever noticed on that ride, and a number of
were at 20 miles by the time we arrived at the coffee shop
this morning. Millard and I decided that we would stretch
out the return trip to make it a total of 40 miles. I'm
training for a fairly challenging 45-miler in two weeks,
and that ride will be through glacial moraine, with a number
of long and arduous hills--one of them has a 9.5% grade,
I'm told. However, for the moment, we enjoyed the hot coffee
and good conversation, a small reminder of how important
it is to live in the moment and enjoy whatever small pieces
of joy come to you.
ride back was fast. I was cold and needed to pick up the
pace just to stay warm enough. As we approached the downtown
area, back in Ann Arbor, we were able to see a parade of
motorhomes headed for the expressway--the same ones that
camp outside the stadium during every home game. We've lived
here so long that we practically recognize each of them.
detoured away from our side of town and pedalled down another
main street, ending up on the southeast side of town, where
we lived when the kids were growing up. I feel an affinity
to that neighborhood as well. And after a few more turns,
we were back at home, ready for a good stretch and breakfast.
miles x 2 riders, dedicated to your healing, Liz. Please
know that you are an inspiration to us all.
Day of Hope
report from Phillip in Sacramento
Good morning. You look bright and chipper this morning and
I can tell that you're ready for a little stroll. We will
be out around the American River this morning. And, since
we race next Sunday, we shall be going a nice easy six miles
this day. Just looking to keep it loose and enjoy the day.
Appears as we have a most gorgeous days on which to stroll.
It's in the middle 50s, with a slight breeze. The sun, which
just a few weeks back scorched us, is setting lower in the
sky these morning as we gently drift from summer to fall
and isn't quite as hot. It's the type morning where a sweatshirt
would be quite comfortable if we were just out strolling,
but one on which we would be too warm were we not to shed
it before we began. Yep, perfect!
It's shortly before 8 a.m., so guess it's time we get going.
We will probably bump into the Fleet Feet training group
later in our stroll. They begin at Howe Avenue, but won't
be hitting the path until shortly after we pass that area.
Figure the first group will either pass us shortly before
or after we turn back and head to the barn.
Might even bump into some Buffalo Chips are we come back
in. They, too, begin at 8 a.m., but start at about the 6.5
mile on the path. Figure we won't see them until we're coming
Chips, Fleet Feet folks, people on bikes, and folks, like
us, just out for a gentle stroll all out enjoying the Jedediah
Smith Memorial Bicycle Trail on this lovely Sunday morning.
You thought it was the American River Parkway? Well, it
is. Both those of us who use it frequently call me by various
name. Let me explain a little, give you a little history
of the path. Happen to have a map of it in front on me and
it includes some very fine history of it. Sure they won't
mind if I "borrow" their knowledge and words.
The path is actually named after Jedediah Smith. As you
might recall from history, he was the first explorer to
reach California overland by was the the Sierra Nevada mountain
range. He camped along the American River in 1827 and named
it the "Wild River". Because of his accomplishments,
the bicycle trail that winds along the river's banks in
the parkway has been named after him and became a recognized
national trial in 1974.
An organization named "The Capital City Wheelman"
built the first bicycle trail along the American River in
1896. The trail was cinder path which extended from Sacramento
to Folsom. Today's trail was designed in 1967 and completed
in 1985. It runs 32 miles of parkway from Old Sacramento
to Folsom Lake.
Let's do some walking. Loosen up the old gams this first
mile. Just stroll and see how muscles feel. As I said earlier,
just see what happens. No sense to press the pace or make
it a speed session. Our race is next Sunday, not today.
I can tell by the start that this is going to be a good
day. Legs feel strong. We're nearing the Howe Avenue underpass
and I can see a group of runners coming towards us. Looks
like about eight folks. Sun is blinding me just enough so
I can't tell if I know them. Getting closer I hear one of
the folks shouting my name...it's Doug Thurston. Doug is
both a local runner and race organizer. He handles most
of the Fleet Feet events. Good guy.
There's a few folks out besides them. The first real glance
we're getting of the river indicates that it's flowing quick.
Think they must be speeding the release of the waters from
the Nimbus Dam so that the rafters will have more fun on
the river over the holiday. Might be fun on a raft, but
should wouldn't like swimming in it. Moving a tad too quick
Liz, we're just hitting the end of our first mile. Click
it off and we see 15:06. Not a bad pace for the first mile
and could be a precursor of a very good next five miles.
We are continuing to move well during this second mile.
Not encountering a whole lot of folks, but Thurston and
another runner have just ran by us again. Probably started
up about Watt Avenue and heading back towards their finish.
We get a very good view of the river here and it is flowing.
We have not settled into a very nice pace. Not sure what
it is. Quicker than our first mile, but my HR is staying
in the mid 120s so we will just keep strolling.
Here's Watt Avenue, mile two marker is just beyond it. Pass
and click. We are moving good...clearing mile two in 14:42.
About twenty-five seconds quicker and didn't feel the increased
effort. One more mile and we turn back.
What? Can we go farther? Liz, please. Not today. Let's leave
it at six and as a compromise we'll kick it the last mile.
Sound fair? Okay, deal.
Now we're bumping into a few more folks coming our way.
Goodly amount of runners, walkers and bicyclists. Figures,
too nice a day for folks to stay indoors. Our pace is still
strong, moving well with little effort. And the HR is staying
around 130. Quickly we approach the 11 mile mark and our
turn point. We've walked this last mile in 14:31 and will
stop briefly to ensure that we don't run into any bike traffic
as we turn. Bike coming, so we'll just wait a second.
We are about a quarter mile into our return trip when we
start bumping into the leading edge of the Fleet Feet group.
We spot one of the trainers, Justin, and extend a hello.
And, of course, are wishing are we meet a good morning.
Can't believe how good we are moving. Especially can't believe
it because I've been on South Beach diet for two weeks (low
carbs and sugar) and still have tons of energy. Let's truck
Even though we continue seeing Fleet Feet folks there doesn't
appear to be as many as we normally see. Guess a lot of
folks are off doing other things on this Labor Day weekend.
As for us, well we have just cruised the next mile in 14:19
and are crossing under the Watt Avenue underpass with a
tad less than two miles to go.
One of the rules on the trail is that runners/walkers stay
on the left. Allows us to stroll with oncoming traffic facing
us. As we truck this fifth mile we are encountering quite
a few folks who don't know the rules. Just don't understand
that running/walking on their right makes it more dangerous
for both themselves and us. Oh, well, we will be careful
even if they aren't.
The heart rate is picking up and is starting to bump up
against the 140 mark. I want to get it around there until
we get to mile six...and then we can bust it. I know, a
promise is a promise.
Okay, my friend, we have reached the end of mile five. We
turned it in 14:09 and are now ready to move. I'm still
surprised that we are moving this strong. I don't know about
you, but I'm not feeling the effort. Know that we're moving
stronger, see the HR rising, but it feels so good.
We're clipping right along. I can already see the 8.5 mile
marker up ahead. That means that soon we will be walking
under Howe Avenue. Our journey is rapidly drawing to a close.
We're pushing it. Concentrating on generating power with
our arm swing, making sure that our stride doesn't lengthen,
and it's paying off.
We pass under Howe Avenue, come around the bend and can
see the finish. We're staying on the dirt, but will move
back to the payment right before the finish as the newly
finish area of dirt is still too soft to walk upon. Moving,
moving, moving. We have just crossed and clicked. My friend,
13:24 last mile! Not bad, not bad at all.
Think we are ready for next Sunday. I've picked up your
entry for that and hope you join me for it. We'll go easy
most of this next week. Get out tomorrow and Tuesday, Wednesday
is golf and Thursday will be our last effort before the
As for today, thanks for joining me. It's been fun and hope
that you have enjoyed the journey.
As always, thoughts and prayers flowing your way.
Day of Hope report
from Barbara Grandberg, Somerville, MA
Liz, today was not what I thought it would be ....For your
Day of Hope, I was to be on a relay team for the Boston
Triathalon...I'd be swimming in Boston Harbor and also doing
the run through an industrial section of South Boston, aka
Southie..Well due to Ernestino's rain,(we didn't get the
actual hurricane), the tri was cancelled...I did go to the
World Trade Center today, tri central, to turn in my chip
and then went to theY to workout...Saw an friend at the
Y who I hadn't seen in a while...Hmmm, I wouldn't have seen
Anita if the tri had happenned...Then roamed around the
Back Bay section of Boston..Due to the weather, it was quite
nice without all the crowds....Thought of you today, hoping
you're enjoying the beach....Hang in there Liz...
Day of Hope report
from Ron Horton, Charlotte, NC
my Day of Hope (for you) off in God's house - Wendy
and I enjoyed time in church studying God's word;
when our SS teacher talked about those who really
care for each other, I just smiled as I thought about
all of those people around the world that have you
in their hearts today.
lunch, I came here to the computer to update the web
page. As I expected, there are messages from every
corner of the world. I know you and your Mom and Jessica
are having a special few days at the beach, while
all around the USA - and beyond - people are celebrating
your survival, and lifting you and your family up.
We're still looking forward to that race we're going
to come run with you to celebrate in person!
rode the bikes 45 yesterday, so today is an off day
for running or biking...but that's what today, your
Day of Hope, is all about. Whatever anyone can do,
that keeps your struggle in their hearts, brings us
all together...for you.
The song that is playing is "I
Run for Life" by Melissa Etheridge. One
day Liz will be running again, holding a banner of victory
and stating that she is running for all who fight for their
life as she has.
You can control the playback by using these buttons
been years since they told her about it
The darkness her body possessed
And the scars are still there in the mirror
Everyday that she gets herself dressed
Though the pain is miles and miles behind her
And the fear is now a docile beast
If you ask her why she is still running
She'll tell you it makes her complete
I run for hope
I run to feel
I run for the truth
For all that is real
I run for your mother your sister your wife
I run for you and me my friend: I run for life
a blur since they told me about it
How the darkness had taken its toll
And they cut into my skin and they cut into my body
But they will never get a piece of my soul
And now I'm still learning the lesson
To awake when I hear the call
And if you ask me why I am still running I'll tell you I run
for us all
someday if they tell you about it
If the darkness knocks on your door
Remember her remember me
We will be running as we have before
Running for answers
Running for more
Chorus second time after 3rd verse:
I run for hope
I run to feel
I run for the truth
For all that is real
I run for your mother your sister your daughter your wife
for you and me my friend: I run for life