Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A little lapse of motivation

I was seriously having a funk day yesterday. I think a lot of it has to do with my birthday. I hate having to plan my own birthday, because inevitably whatever I want to do will get vetoed because we are too concerned with other people. This year, I just wanted to go to El Callejon and get drunk on their bitchin' margaritas. However, that was out because H's family sucks and we can't go anywhere if we have to haggle over a bill after the fact. At that point, I just said I didn't care, and suggested a couple of places that have counter ordering (Wahoo's, Pat and Oscar's, etc.) but I was still bummed out because I wasn't going to get to do what I really wanted to do.

I finally just came out and told H that it really sucked that I was being forced to spend my birthday with my IL's that are such bitches about paying their share of the bill. So we are not sending an evite. I'm not even sure if we are doing anything, but I can tell you I am supremely thrilled because that is a huge weight off my shoulders. Maybe I can still talk H into margies after work ;o)

Now that I have covered this, I have to consider my weight loss motivation. I have not counted points since Friday, and I am unsure I will the rest of this week. I slept through my run this morning. I don't even know if I want to weigh in Thursday. I know I should. I'm not expecting a good number. I can't even talk myself into being motivated, you know? Meh. I am NOT a good role model today, that's for sure!

Monday, June 29, 2009

Birthday Bullshit

It's that time again. ::gag:: Time for another birthday. I have no freaking idea WTF I want to do. It sucks because if I want to invite more than a couple friends, then we have to invite H's family, which then will turn it into a clusterfuck when the bill comes unless we choose a place that you order and pay at a counter. I would love to go to El Callejon, but it's teeny tiny and not everyone would fit. Maybe nobody can come anyway. Any suggestions? The old standby is Pizza Port in San Clemente, but I have also thought about Red Robin or even Pat & Oscars. Hell, even the Pacific Whey Cafe would be good.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

I'm a fucking wreck

I'm not going to go into details, but let's just say that I may or may not have had a total emotional breakdown this weekend in front of about 10 people while I watched my husband hold a 5 week old baby. That pretty much sucked, and I spent the rest of the weekend with a bottle - the booze kind. It's so healthy to drown your issues with vodka! Whoo!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

WW Weigh In, Week 21

Previous Weight: 161.4
Current Weight: 161.0
Lost this week: 0.4
Total lost: 18.4

I had low hopes for this week, mostly because I am on my period. I just wanted to not gain, so I'm happy with this week's loss.

Now I have a couple more challenging weeks ahead - this weekend is my cousin's birthday party which means hanging out with my super cool Aunt and Uncle! And eating and drinking... I'm doing a 12-13 mile run Saturday morning and should be swimming a lot so hopefully I will stay on plan through additional activity. :) And then next week is my birthday, and we are going to visit my parents in Seattle again for the Fourth of July. Whew! I want to keep the weight loss going, so I just need to stay focused! Six more pounds until my goal of 155!!!

Superstition

I am a little superstitious. I hesitate to bank on good things because hope is fleeting and I feel like the universe punishes those who takes good fortune for granted. I am the first person to say "knock on wood" and I sometimes I wait to say congratulations, for fear that my well wishes will cause a ripple in the universe. Sometimes I think the only thing I can do is keep my fingers crossed and send out good (and sometimes pleading) vibes, asking for the world's mercy.

Right now is one of those times. I'm not sure I will be able to relax for a couple friends until they get their first ultrasounds that show strong heartbeats. That's just the way I am. Here's to hope, superstition, and the universe being kind this time around.

Monday, June 22, 2009

What I love most about running

The calorie burn! No, not really. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the calorie burn, but I actually love something else more. It's really the things I get to see while I'm running.

When I'm in my car, I seem to rush through life. I think I am paying attention to my surroundings, but concentrating on the road and other drivers often keeps me from noticing other things, little things that I actually get to see when I am running.

What kinds of things? Like yesterday on my run, I saw a hawk dive in and catch a squirrel, less than 30 feet away from me. I could also hear the alarm calls of the other squirrels. As sad as I was for that squirrel, it was pretty amazing, and the hawk needs to eat too, right? I saw evidence of a fire, maybe 2 miles from my house, that I never knew had even happened. I don't know that I would have noticed that in my car. I have seen a duck with her seven tiny ducklings. I see countless rabbits, lizards, birds and interesting insects. I can study faces of the people I pass. I can enjoy the small retreat of wilderness that is just a few minutes from my home.

Running forces me to slow down (even when I am running as fast as I can!) and enjoy the world around me.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Update on Lifetime Goal Weight Dilemma

I did some research, and it seems that I only have to weigh within 2 pounds of my lifetime goal weight at the end of the 6 week maintenance period. After that, I can continue to lose and weigh under my goal weight. I guess the leader can ask you change your lifetime goal weight if you are under it by more than two pounds, but they cannot force you to do so. I have also read that once you are lifetime, you can adjust your goal weight upwards too. I think I am going to shoot for 155, and see how I feel. If I am reasonably happy with that, then I am going to see how maintenance goes. During maintenance, I will probably try to do a recomposition where I stay the same weight, but increase my muscle and decrease my fat.

I am actually excited because I was really sad I might have to dump WW since this is the only program that has consistently worked for me. Even though I hope to not be paying for WW anymore in two months, I know WW will get more of my hard earned money if I ever get KTFU. I'll have to get that baby weight off somehow!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

WW Weigh in Week 20

Previous Weight: 162.8
Current Weight: 161.4
Lost this week: 1.4
Total lost: 18.0!!! I got my 10%!!!

I am, again, thrilled beyond belief. So much so, that I am starting to think about what my final goal will be. I am one of those "let's see how I feel at a particular weight" since I know body fat % and muscle mass makes such a huge difference in how you look and feel. Weight Watchers wants you to choose a "lifetime goal" and then maintain it for 6 weeks before you get to be considered lifetime and not pay.

I could easily choose a goal like 155 and know that I would feel good at that weight, probably for the rest of my life, and yet still try to lose to the weight I used to think was fat but now I believe may be perfect: 145. The problem lies in that once you choose your lifetime goal, you cannot weigh more than 2 pounds above or below that weight to maintain lifetime. I could probably manipulate this by wearing heavy clothes and drinking a couple bottles of water before I weigh in, but what a hassle.

I could also pick a goal and them work to just do a body recomposition without losing any weight, just increasing muscle and losing fat. I need to do more research :/

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

My latest obsession


I am seriously obsessing over the Butler bag. I'm not even really a purse person (anyone with true style would be horrified at the crappy purses I normally carry). I have my green Franklin Covey bag I carry for work, in which I stuff my Classic binder not leaving room for much else, so I am usually a mess when it comes to finding stuff in my purse.

This purse is pretty amazing, and I think it's a nice, classic style. I would LOVE to see one in person, but there are few locations that carry them. :( Carmel, Bakersfield, and Vacaville? Lame. I currently love my green purse, so would I go Olive? Creme Brulee is interesting as well. Red and black are so standard. It would really help to see it in person. And then of course there is the Classic versus Hybrid dilemma. UGH. LOL

I am really trying to hold off from purchasing for a couple reasons:
1) I want to reach my fundraising minimum before I spend money on myself and I am not asking for anything but donations for my birthday
2) H is still unemployed which puts a crimp on our current finances

Of course this does not stop me from watching ebay auctions and the outlet store. Maybe by the fall when I decide if I am moving to a smart phone instead of my old fashioned paper planner, I will also upgrade my purse.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Wahoo's Fundraiser and some TnT Updates!

Things are moving along nicely! We did a five mile run yesterday as a team, and then I ran 11 miles today to keep fit for my half marathon at the end of July. Also, including some checks I still need to send to LLS, I am pretty much at $2000!!! Thanks to everyone who has donated so far! I have more fun stuff planned, including an art show or two, a couple more restaurant fundraisers, and maybe a wine party (or two). I am also thinking about having a bake sale, although I don't know who I would sell the goods to, since my office is so stinking small.

Today was the first day of my Wahoo's Fundraiser, and I showed up early to solicit some donations for a raffle at a future event. Well, I dropped off some letters and I got a bunch of business cards to contact, but the real hero today was Wingnuts! I spoke to the manager for two seconds, and she immediately went to get me a $25 gift card. Wingnuts is a pretty good place, especially if you like wings. They have a whole list of flavors ranging from mild to nuclear. They also have good salads, and a buffalo chicken wrap that is super tasty. Yay for Wingnuts!!



Next, it was off to Wahoo's







The $1.85 beer of the month was Corona Light - score!



Yummy fish tacos



The best part of the afternoon was catching up with my friend Starlily. I haven't seen her in a couple months, and haven't had much chance to talk in even longer. She drove quite a ways to see me and support the fundraiser, and I really appreciate it. Thanks!!!



I am really hoping this fundraiser pulls through - I passed out a bunch of flyers, but you never know how many are going to come back. Two more days, so if you have the chance to go, please bring this flyer with you! I figure if I can get 100 people with an average spend of $10 per person, that's $200! And I would not be dissapointed with that. GO TEAM!

Girls vs. Boys

Saturday I headed out to the Camp in Costa Mesa to support another art show my friend Torrey helped bring to fruition - Girls vs. Boys. H and arrived early, and planned on helping out if needed, but ended up taking a detour to walk around. I took advantage of taking some photos.







Spied a sign for a new restaurant - must try!





We stopped into the Old Vine Cafe, planning on getting a couple glasses of wine and enjoying the view, and then decided we had to try some of their small plates.



What a gorgeous view - hard to believe this is in Costa Mesa when you see this out the window!



We started with baby artichokes wrapped in prosciutto and sauteed, on a bed of arugula, with a citrus olive oil, paired with the Pighin Pinot Grigio. Delicious! The prosciutto gave the artichokes a meaty quality, and the citrus olive oil cut the heaviness of the cured meat. The pinot grigio was light and dry. Of course I scarfed it all down before I remembered to shoot a pic. Typical!



Next we sampled the Porcini Mushroom Mac and Cheese with the Valle Reale Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. OMG - TDF. The blend of cheeses had just enough sharpness to pair with the earthy flavor of the mushrooms. In fact, the flavor was so rich, H wondered if they used a little truffle oil even though that wasn't in the description. The montepulciano wasn't a wine I would normally enjoy, but it was a great compliment with just enough acidity to cut through the richness of the mac and cheese.



At this point we decided it was time to see the art!



Gotta love a crack on Britney



The DJ was really good too!







Free drinks always make both of us happy





A band played for a bit



Pink Stealth Bombers





I think H is trying to figure out what the artist was meant with that one.



Self-portrait LOL



Lots of fun!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Why go shopping?

When you have a closet full of clothes that used to be too small? I just pulled out a shit ton of clothes that now fit!!! I am super thrilled beyond belief. I can't even tell you! I am now the same size I was when I met my husband. Dah dah DAH! I still have clothes in the "too small box" so I'm not all the way there, but this is huge for me. I used to pull all kinds of men at this weight, so that's gotta say something, right? Of course I was still in my 20's then, and I'm not getting any younger.

It feels really good to know that this is working. It also feels really good to know that people don't look at me and immediately think "fat." I know that sounds weird from someone who has only lost 16 pounds, but that's just this time. I am down 48 pounds from my all time high weight. Never again, I tell you, never again.

By the way, my baby girl is home again. Bother her front legs are shaved from where her catheters were inserted, and she's still moving a little slow, but she's good. She's got 4 medications - crazy - and one she might be on long term. At least she is home and safe. Thanks for all your well wishes!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

WW Weigh in Week 19

Previous Weight: 164.0
Current Weight: 162.8
Lost this week: 1.2
Total lost: 16.6

I was going to post about how most of my pants are now too big and how I kinda don't want to buy new ones yet. But instead, my husband called about my older dog. I guess she threw up blood today and had bloody diarrhea. I'm so scared. She's 14 years old. I can't help but think this could be it. I don't know what I am going to do without her, and I am not ready for this to be her time. And I hate my job so fucking much right now, because I do not have the option to leave, and I also have to work late.

I hope H calls soon with good news.

UPDATE: I have considered deleting this like nothing ever happened, but I figure I'll just update it with what the doc said. First things first - she is not dying. Whew! She has gastroenteritis (stomach irritation) that caused pancreatitis. She has to stay in the hospital overnight, get fluids and plasma, but she should be fine by tomorrow. I'm so relieved, although I am not excited to pay $1300. I'm just happy she's not dying.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

RE and Urology Update

I don't know where to start. I know this blog hasn't been updated much about infertility. H did have his urology appt with the urologist, by himself because he canceled on us at the last minute and then rescheduled for a time when I could not be there. Since H seems to get things confused (he was talking about a vegan diet? WTF?), I called the urologist to get the straight scoop. After two messages, and a crabby nurse, I got results that made absolutely no sense to me, and still no phone call back.

My RE called me back since she received the results from the urologist. He has moderate varicocele on the left side, and his numbers are borderline. Borderline bad. Basically, with no improvement, our chances of conceiving are greatly reduced naturally or with IUI, and if we move to IVF, our chances would be the normal IVF percentages. No news there. Apparently, what both doctors are recommending is to attack his MFI with different approaches:

1. Get the varicocele surgically corrected. This has a 50% chance of improving the numbers and it will take 3-6 months, maybe a year before we see results, if ever.
2. Get H back on the vitamins - this could help
3. Get H to change his lifestyle - I mentioned him eating more veggies, but she said that wasn't really the change that needed to be made. I am heartbroken, because there is no way H will ever eat vegan, even if for only a few months. I can't even get him to go meatless one or two nights a week.
4. I'm sure the booze needs to be cut as well, and we all know how that is going. FFS, I quit drinking with him, and that didn't make a difference.

The most frustrating part is that there is a chance that none of these things will work. There is a chance that the varicocele surgery will fix everything! There is probably an even better chance that he will need to really get on board if we want to avoid the cost and strain of IVF.

I am so angry at him right now. All I asked was for him to take some stupid vitamins and cut his drinking back to 3 a week - just for three months to see if it would help! And he wouldn't do it. I feel defeated. I have a mental block - I can't remember to temp in the morning, nor can I remember to take my prenatal. What difference does it make? I love this man, but I am questioning our marriage. It's obvious that our commitment levels are tremendously different.

On the other side, I did get a chance to talk with my RE about my bicornate uterus. It's very, very slight and she doesn't feel the need to do a lap unless we had suffered a pregnancy loss or complication. Considering I have never, ever gotten a bfp, I guess that means no lap for now. She hinted that we could try some low tech fertility treatments while we are waiting to see if the varicocele surgery worked (read between the line = clomid?), but that just seems like a complete waste of time, money and hot flashes.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Trying something new for fundraising

I'm auctioning off parts of my body for Team in Training.

We'll see how it goes! Hope I get some bidders :)

Up

I haven't blogged that much about Infertility lately, mostly because I have nothing new to report, and because I haven't felt like talking about it. But yesterday we went to see Up, and while I was blogging about the Mud Run, H asked me if I was going to blog about Up. I don't he meant this, but he doesn't write my blog for me either.

I'm not going to spoil the movie, since this part doesn't really give away the story, but if you don't want to read this, I completely understand. Close the window now while you still can.

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Still here? Okay. I knew I was going to cry during this movie. I had friends that already told me this. What I didn't expect was to cry so early in the movie. I know it sounds silly, but I saw the hopes and dreams for a family in these animated characters, and then I saw them crash away. It totally hit me. That could be us. Childless and growing old. It hurt my heart so much, it totally hit home for me.

I know we could keep going if the universe doesn't decide to grant us a child. Could I be happy? Probably. But there is always going to be that little empty part of my heart that will still wonder why. I don't know that I will ever look at a child or a pregnant woman and not think about it. This will be the part of my heart that will demand many furbabies.

I commend Pixar for including it the story, even though I know that the story would not have been the same if they had a family. The fact that it was brought up at all makes me think that at least one person there might have been through what H and I are going through. I also know most people won't fully appreciate the emotion and despair. But maybe if they think about it for a minute longer than they would have normally, we will be one step closer to eradicating the insensitivity that infertiles experience regularly.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

I'm a Dirty Girl

Yesterday was the World Famous Camp Pendleton Mud Run and I survived. Actually, I did better than survive - I had a fantastic time. You are going to have to bear with the crappy pictures though - I didn't bring my digital camera, but instead opted for a waterproof disposable. And we all know how awesome the quality of those photos always are!

I was nervous, as demonstrated by Friday's blog post. I really didn't know what to expect. I was worried I would be too slow over the obstacles. I was a little worried I would get hurt. I was going to be majorly pissed off if my husband beat me.

Our alarm went off at 5:00 am, which in my opinion, is just wrong. But the paperwork recommended we be at the Camp Pendleton Main Gate by 6:00 am. Well, that might have been a tad bit early. We arrived about 6:40 am and we still had plenty of time. After taking the shuttle bus, grabbing our T-shirts, and checking our bag, we walked around for a while, warmed up a little and stretched, drank a crapload of water, went to the port-o-potties twice, and then waited in a huge crowd by the start. It was pretty fun seeing all the teams - there were girls with boas, guys wearing funny shirts, teams all dressed alike. I saw people duct tape their shoes on and break out the swim goggles. Everyone was having a great time.





There was a marine yelling into a microphone, but I couldn't hear a word he said. I could see the countdown clock, so I just waited, major butterflies in my tummy. I kinda felt like maybe this wasn't a good idea, but before I could back out, we had started. Within the first mile, I wondered if I had made a bad decision on shoes. I knew I would be throwing them away after, but these were 8 year old trail runners, and my left shin was making sure I knew this. But I knew I had to keep going, if for no other reason than to save face.





I was worried it would be too cold for the water obstacles, but by the time we hit the fire hoses and fire trucks, I was happy for some water to cool me off. The water might actually be the best part about the Mud Run compared to other races! Some wimpy girls tried to run behind a water truck, not realizing that they spray water out the back to dampen down trails and cut dust. You better believe that driver let loose on them!



I was starting to worry about how I was going to hold up - I had no clue on my pace, or how far we had run, and I was getting pretty tired. And then we hit a bottleneck - the first "mud" crossing. It was next to nothing, but between the trail narrowing by 80% and the hesitation some people had about crossing the mud, it gave us the opportunity to walk. Or rather, shuffle. It was a welcome break at first, but then it started to get a bit annoying. This happened a few times - first with barely damp "mud" and then with a reasonably clean but knee high river crossing, and the a dank and vile black mud pit with slop that went about mid calf, all interspersed with sand running. I have to say though, after my shin's first water dunk, it felt like a million bucks. No more pain! Or maybe that was adrenaline. But I digress.











After those little teasers, it was up the hill. And what a hill that sucker was. It stretched probably a couple miles linearly, and it was just a steady hill climb. Sometimes it was steep, but most of all, it was just a draining, gradual climb. I believe they call it "Suicide Hill" - I will call it "Husband Killer." This is where my husband told me to leave him, since I was trying to encourage him to start running again. I guess the hill training I am doing is paying off! Woot! So I took off and left him behind. I probably should have stuck with him, but I was bound and determined to beat him, and of course, if I totally sucked at obstacles, I kinda didn't want him to see me fail.







So I ran. Just after a Marine told me I had hit the four mile mark, I saw the first mud pit and 5' wall. It didn't look so bad, and I had already decided I could use a Marine knee if required. Well, I didn't need to! I got over it no problem with no help! I was pretty pumped at this point. I wasn't fast at it, but I did it. About a quarter mile later I round a corner and see the lake crossing. That was interesting - I am a tall girl and that lake was up to my shoulders/chin. I felt bad for the short people who had to swim the whole way! But it was cool and refreshing and maybe the part of the race that was the most fun.





Now, once you have been practically swimming in water for 5 minutes, you have no more shame. Your shoes are completely squishing, your clothes are pasted to you with water. I knew there was another set of mud pits with another 5' wall, and those came pretty quickly. All confident from my first wall success, I went in hot, and maybe didn't calculate my landing as well - I landed on my feet and promptly lost my balance and fell on my butt. I landed on a rock and got mud everywhere - hair, ears, face. My butt still hurts, but if you don't want to get dirty, you don't run this race, right? There was a female Marine standing next to the mud pit. Our eyes met as I stood up, and I laughed at myself and she smiled at me. What are you going to do? At the end of that mud pit there were tunnels and a Marine yelling at people to go faster. I went as fast as the guy in front of me did.



Run, run, run. Up another hill, and then down. Such a long downhill. It was hard to run, my quads were killing me and the ground was loose enough that it just didn't feel stable, and then we saw the steep hill. Or maybe that's the slippery hill? Holy Mother of God. The bottom was hard dirt. And then there was a little river. And then there was mud. Lots of mud. And people slipping all around me. I was glad that my old trail runners still had a good amount of tread. I made it without slipping too much, but I'm not sure how. And then once at the top, there were more Marines with fire hoses. What do I care? I'm already soaked and covered with mud. I have dirt and sweat in my eyes. Hey, maybe they could hose my face off! That would have totally helped.

The marines keep telling me the finish was only 200 yards away. but all I see is this steep ass downhill, so steep you can't run, you can't even jog. It was strategic foot placement the whole way down, just trying not to slip and scrape my ass the rest of the way down the hill. I suppose I could have gained some time that way! Once at the bottom, I felt like I was at the end. In fact, there were spectators! I must be at the finish! But I turned the corner, and saw the 100' mud crawl. There were low lying pieces of flagging to keep my ass on my hands and knees. A kind Marine helped me over the 3' burm whether I needed it or not, and then I was in it. The sand and rocks were scraping my knees, but I just needed to finish. Stay low, keep going. I could see no way to even bear crawl. As I went, it seemed the flagging got lower and lower, and then someone caught the flagging and once it was released, it dipped low. I of course didn't want it to hit me in the face, or catch my neck on it, so I ducked - face first into muddy water. Awesome. I could see the mud on my eyelashes as I crawled out and sprinted towards the finish. I couldn't wipe my eyes - my whole body was coated in mud. By this time I realized the camera has suffered some major scratches to the casing in front of the lens. I look up as I finish, and I see I have finished in about 1:32. Not bad.

Then I waited for my other half, and about six minutes later he showed up, dirty and tired.



We got a picture, which was fairly messed up due to the camera scratches as well as the original quality.



We picked up our stuff, a couple heavy duty plastic bags for our clothes, grabbed $4 beers ::thumbs up:: and then waited in line for a cold public shower. I had thought ahead and I wore bathing suit bottoms and a sports bra under my clothes, so in line I stripped down to basically my underwear and flippy floppies. When a shower opened up I jumped in, whimpered slightly at the cold water, and attempted to scrub the dirt out of my hair and off my limbs.

The women's changing room was packed and crowded, so I did a semi-surfer change in public. My dignity was already gone, so why not? LOL Remind me next year to bring a bigger towel. Once our dirty clothes were packed into our bag, it weighed about 30 pounds. I think my socks alone weighed a pound each. We grabbed more $4 beers, and decided it was time to leave.

It was the absolute most fun I have ever had at a race! I want to definitely do it again next year. I really enjoyed it, and I feel really proud to have done it. I am mostly proud of myself for trying something new, and even though I did feel a good bit of hesitation before I began, I had very little hesitation while on the course. I ran through the mud, I ran into the lake, I didn't try to avoid the fire hoses, and I certainly didn't take the easy way out over the mini wall or walk on the edges. I went for it. And I'll be going for it again next year to hit a new Mud Run PR!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Mud Run Tomorrow

I'm nervous. Less now about the actual running and obstacles, but more that I am going to freeze my ass off. I am planning on wearing little clothing because all clothing does is get bogged down with mud. And the high is supposed to be 64 degrees. Which would be fine for any other run, but getting sprayed with firehoses, crawling through mud, and wading through a 4' river might prove an issue. And I am so looking forward to the ice cold shower after. Fuck.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

WW Weigh in, Week 18

Previous Weight: 165.8
Current Weight: 164.0
Lost this week: 1.8
Total lost: 15.4

::happy dance:: 15 pounds gone! And I am well past my plateau. I even got to talk about the marathon and why I'm running to the whole group. And afterwards, one of the meeting regulars came up to me and told me that I was doing a great thing because her father passed away recently of lymphoma. These are the stories that inspire me, seriously.

I also started a new fundraiser that doesn't take money, it just takes time: writing reviews for Insider pages! My good friend 10YT has already raised $40! I PPH her. :)

Team in Training Half Marathon

I'm a dork. I noticed on my Google Analytics page that people were visiting my site tou see if running a half marathon for Team in Training has a lower fundraising minimum. To answer your questions, it does not. The fundraising minimum is based on the costs for the race. Away races require transportation and more hotel nights, which is why they have a higher fundraising minimum. Team in Training participants don't actually have to make a decision as to which race they are running (half vs. full marathon) until their recommitment date, which for me is around August 4, about 11 weeks before the Nike Women's Marathon. While many of my team has already decided what race they think they want to do, they can change their mind until the race registration and travel arrangements are made by Team in Training.

Hope this helps some people! Happy running!

Still Life with Snow

The Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend, H and I headed out to the Lab in Costa Mesa to support my good friend Torrey's project. I am so lucky to have such cool and talented friends, seriously.

I couldn't resist snapping some photos of the Lab on the way in











The Artery at the Lab is so cool, probably because it's made out of steel containers attached to the side of the building.



Brian the chef was there



Cooking up some weenies



And Korean BBQ - YUM. I don't even eat beef, and I had a bite. You just can't pass it up!



H and I also took a walk over to the Camp.







Love that Native Foods. The Bundles of Bumps made me gag. And Bikram brought back bad memories!

Regardless, I am looking forward to the next show on June 13!