Monday, July 6, 2009

Is someone trying to tell me something?

Last week at the Farmers' Market, one of the vendors steps up to me and hands me an empty paper cup.  I comment that there is nothing in the cup as he finds his way behind his table. Noting that I am keenly observant, he asks me if I want orange juice or milk.  I take orange juice, wishing there was something else to add to the mix.  After I sip the OJ, I realize that he is from the local dairy, Royal Crest.  He asks me if I have my milk delivered.  I politely tell him that I do not drink milk.  A quizzical look came across his face and I quickly filled in the silence by saying that I drink soy.  Well, that was the wrong thing to say to the milk man!  He basically started telling me that I was going to die a quick death by consuming soy products, unless of course I was purchasing organic soy.  I started to cross step out of his tented area reassuring him that, of course I buy organic and thanking him for the delicious orange juice.  I did not place a standing order with the milk man.  
The following day I hear a truck outside my house.  I look outside to see, yes, you got it, the Royal Crest man.  I think that one of the neighbors must be getting a delivery.  Not more than a 1/2 a minute later my doorbell rings.  The milk man is at my door.  I look out and he asks me if I have my milk delivered.  I know not to bring up soy, so I respond in a kind manner that I am not interested.  
Ok, maybe the Royal Crest Dairy is hurting or maybe someone is telling me something.  Either way, I suppose I should find my calcium tablets....

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Camp Hole in The Wall

In November, I will run the New York City Marathon.  I am running on behalf of this organization.  The video is long, but worth it!  If you are inspired, perhaps you will consider making a donation to the organization.  My homepage is

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Because we all should.....

This morning this came in my inbox.  I have a RoadID shoe tag and I don't always have it on my shoe....ok, I rarely have it on my shoe!  I am going to go find it or perhaps get a new one.  If you ever hit the road alone, you should get one too.  And look at this, I even attached a link and a discount to boot!  

Be Safe!  

Sunday, January 25, 2009

It's not about me....

I believe that angels are all around us….guiding us in situations. We merely have to ask the angels to be with us.
When I run long distances I carry this angel coin in my pocket. My work colleague Ann gave it to me before my first marathon. It comforts me.

Last weekend I was in Phoenix to run the Rock and Roll ½ Marathon. I took the medal with me and placed it in my pocket as I got dressed the morning of the race. I actually forgot it was in there until about mile 10. Perhaps I was done with the running, tired and a little worn out. Regardless, I remembered that it was there.
I touched the medal and said….”be with me Gabby”…Gabby is one angel I know by name because I knew her when she was here on earth. It made me feel a little better and I then remembered asking her to run with me my last 3 miles of the marathon last year. Might I add, those final 3 miles were quick ones in my book! Angel Gabby or adrenaline….you choose….
So about mile 10 this past weekend I touch the medal…and smiled…and then you know what happened? A man started to swerve in front of me. He seemed a little dazed and confused, perhaps dehydrated. He started to go down, and I helped to stop him. He seemed to bounce back with relative ease and we both continued with the race.
Another mile and a half down the course there was a man heading towards the sidelines with his head down. There was another runner behind him ushering him off the course. I stopped and asked if he was ok….well duh, he was not! I got his number and ran up to the next aid area telling the volunteers to send help to him. Not feeling super confident that he would get the help he needed, I stopped to tell a police officer who was minding the intersection to send someone to assist.
I continued on, enjoying the sun, the run and the thickening crowds as we neared the finish line. I started sprinting when I saw and heard the end. I raised my hands in victory and in hopes that the race photographers would snap a decent shot. I looked down to stop my watch just in time to see another man going down. This one ended up on his back. I proceeded to help him as a medic came and took over….

I think to myself…Are you kidding me….did this really happen? Three people stumbled or fell in front of me the last 3 miles of this race!
Did these runners need me? Maybe.
Was Gabby there with me? Absolutley.
And then I realize, this race was not about me, it never was.