Barb’s Race, 70.3. August 26, 2014
It was close to 100 degrees today. And every time I thought I would quit I said each name on my back until I got over it. I shaved 2 mins of my swim, 10 mins of my bike and then the heat hit. What would normally have been a 2 1/2 hours run, turned into a 3 1/2 hours run. Blisters, calf & foot cramps brought me to a crawl but I finished. Of the 450 who were supposed to race, only 262 finished, so thank you for giving me my inspiration today. I did my best to honor them.
1 day till 1/2 Ironman
1:02 am & I’m freaking out. This has got to be the worse race anxiety I’ve ever had. I wrote a whole essay (full of puns & maudlin pities that I could recreate but I’m too embarrassed to repeat). Unfortunately, Facebook apparently called bullshit & crashed with aggression.
Suffice to say, there are tear tracks, wine & worry lingering about the room. But I think I’m over it. For now.
I’m here to raise $ to find a cure for cancer. The race can’t be harder than chemotherapy, right?
Time to put on my big girl panties & suck it up. Here I come 1/2 Ironman. You don’t scare me.
Thank you Anonymous for donating to The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society on my behalf. If you anyone else wants to donate anonymously, even though I’ll figure out who you are, click here: http://pages.teamintraining.org/calso/yourway15/girlylibrarian.
As my season comes to a close, I find myself thinking about the people I’ve met in the last 5 seasons with TNT. I’ve met a lot of people. A. Lot. I think everyone sort of stays in touch with everyone because we’ve experienced something big. We’ve experienced breakthroughs in who we thought we were and what we thought we were capable of. We’ve committed to something that seems impossible - raising money to find a cure. We’ve decided to do something. Still, if you have lived in LA for longer than a year, then you know “let’s keep in touch” is code for “glad we shared something, nice knowing you.”
But that’s not Maya. Maya is a friend. We are almost 20 years apart and yet we are friends. The kind of friends that still invite each other to stuff. Hug hello. Genuinely glad to run into each other. Thrilled to be doing a ½ marathon together this fall. She’s also the kind of friend who donates to your Leukemia & Lymphoma Society campaign even though she has 50 other friends fundraising too. Maya is a kind, sweet, BAMfriend. (Unbeknownst to her, I’m still shopping for her husband!)
Thank you for donating to my campaign, Maya. I’ll see you in two weeks!
Please sponsor a mile as I prepared to complete a ½ Ironman to raise money to find a cure for cancer http://pages.teamintraining.org/calso/yourway15/girlylibrarian.
Our TNT triathlon season is almost over. For this picture, I’ve coined the phrase “crunning.” I’m crying and running. And it’s appropriate for the end of this season. I’m sad but I’m still going. And so is the team - we’re still fundraising.
So far, we have raised over $177,000.00 and we’re hoping to hit $178k by Sunday. It’s not too late to donate, join the fight for a cure: http://pages.teamintraining.org/calso/yourway15/girlylibrarian.
There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
Nicholas Chacon, 49, was arrested in the June 15 incident.
Mark Goff, Grown-Up
Titling this essay has been a struggle. I could say a lot of things about Mark - I could focus on his writing, his humour, his career trajectory, the list is endless. That comes with knowing someone for over a decade. I settled on “grown-up” because this is why I’m thankful for him.
Don’t get me wrong, I love his writing. I’ve read a few screenplays he’s written and they are laugh out loud funny. And truthfully, I envy him. He writes and writes and writes. He finds time to write. He works with other writers. He doesn’t stop doing what he loves to do. I love to write but I never give it the time it deserves. It takes a special kind of person to pursue a love at all costs. I don’t have that kind of discipline. (Though there is always hope!)
When I call Mark a grown-up, I don’t mean to say that he is Mr. Responsible, shirt and tie guy. What I mean is he’s probably the first person that introduced me to the idea of being an adult in every interaction I encounter. Because in any interaction there is perception. Each side tends to own their perception as truth. Being a grownup means acknowledging the other person’s truth, acknowledging my own responsibility in the interaction and finally acknowledging my own truth. It was a hard lesson. And one that continues to this day. It’s one of the reasons that when we talk, though more infrequently then I care to admit, I’m grateful for his input and guidance.
Thank you Mark for helping me along my journey and for, most recently, donating to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society on my behalf.
If you’d like to donate, go to http://pages.teamintraining.org/calso/yourway15/girlylibrarian. Thank you.