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
Several people signed up for "every day" or other
multiple runs. Their signup is listed below, but are not shown
on the calendar unless a run report is submitted (you don't
have to send in a run report every time you run for Liz)
Ron in Charlotte
Asheville George; Phil in Sacramento;
June in San Jose; Nancy in Pleasanton; Carlene in Ottowa
Marathon John in San Antonio; Kathryn
in Ontario,Canada; Karen B in TN; Cheryl Uhrmacher in
NE; Annette in ME; Lar' in SC; Elaine in DC; Kecia in
St Louis; Tomi in VA
Asheville George; Tomi in VA; Joanne in
Kathryn and Drummer in Ontario, Canada;
Pam in MN (start)
Violet Elder in MI; Marsha Sea; Joanne
in Toronto; Billiam in IN ; Kecia
in St Louis; MaryD in Hell; Jeanne in MD; Doug in TX;
Marjorie in UT
Daria in Utica; Debbie
in MA; Karen in OR; Dan
in Tokyo; Daniel in NYC; Phillip in Sacramento;
Linda in Nova Scotia; Elizabeth in VA
Brenda in Hollywood, FL; Harriet in NY
Linae in FL, Cher in OH; Asheville George; Karen B in
TN; MaryD in MI; Sue Z in OH
Alvaro in Panama; John in Alberta, Canada;
Joanne in Toronto; Kecia
in St Louis; Lisa in OH; Kathryn in ON; Cher in OH; Ron
in Charlotte; Karen B in TN
Patti in St Louis; Asheville
George; John in MI; Nancy in CA
Joanne in Toronto ; Shawn
in Tampa Bay; Christa in NC; Kathryn in ON
Chelsea in Canada; Billiam
in IN; MaryD in Iceland; Asheville George
Kecia in St Louis ; Phil in Sacramento;
Violet in MI ; Kathryn in ON; Marjorie in UT
Teri will "Kick for Liz" in TX
Asheville George; Sue
Z; Harriet in NY; Cher in OH; Kitty in WI ; Marjorie
Kecia in St Louis; Jeanne;
Phil in Sacramento; Karen in WA
Barbara in MA; Asheville
George; Boyd in TX; Cher in OH
Denise in CA; Christa in NC
Ron in Charlotte; Billiam
in IN: Louise in MI; Kecia in St Louis; Linda in Nova
Scotia; Louise in MI; Bonnie in MA; Asheville George ;
John in MI
Barbara in MA; Joanne in Toronto; Jeanne;
Phillip in Sacramento; Violet in MI; Carlene in Ottowa
Diane in IN
Asheville George; Sue
Z; Phillip in Sacramento
Kecia in St Louis; Lisa in OH ; Kathryn
Asheville George ; John
in Alberta (start 7 day backpack); Karen "Birthday
Girl" in Calgary; Philip in Sacramento
for Liz Daily Reports
on the reports below are the date they were posted, not necessarily
the date of the run!
From Phillip in Sacramento, CA
I'm just back from doing eight miles. You were in my mind
and heart the entire way. You have been there much of this
month and I'm a better person because of it. I thank you for
that. I thank you for being with me today. I thank you for
being with me earlier this month. And I thank you in advance
for being with me in the future.
I must confess that I had no idea how far we were going this
day. I wanted to take you south along ground we have never
walked before. I wanted to take you out towards Land Park
and try to describe the beauty that lies along the Sacramento
River moving south of my fair city. I wasn't sure how far
that would be, but knew we were going.
We walked down Front Street and, instead of turning at Broadway,
went straight across and into the main entrance of the park.
It's a little upgrade and sure felt good as we walked it.
After crossing the railroad tracks and turning left we stopped
to read the sign that let us know that this was Miller Park
and home of the Capitol City Yacht Club. We continued on down
the road for a longer stretch than ever recall it being and
then finally reached the spot where the park ends and the
levee road begins. As we neared I noticed that construction
signs were posted and remembered that the was restoration
work being done on the levee. We talked with one of the workmen
coming off the levee, a most pleasant chap, and he asked that
we continue no further. Since it was said with a smile and
wink, we were left with no other choice but to wish him good
day and reverse our course. So, your trip to Land Park will
have to wait for a later day.
We traveled back along the path towards Front Street, but
this time we didn't turn we we reached it. We continued straight
and followed the path along a course that would lead us back
to the cul-de-sac we strolled on Sunday. As we walked my mind
drifted back to the great Friday night races that were once
held here...the 39:10 5K I once walked along it. I couldn't
help but remember the gallant efforts of the fine folks at
Fleet Feet to quickly schedule a 5K to raise funds for the
folks who suffered dearly due to 9/11 and the outstanding
support they received from the running/walking community of
Sacramento. And it drifted back there because you were next
to me. You were forcing me to finds ways to describe what
this means, what this is about and I thank you for that. I
As we walked along the cul-de-sac we noticed many people just
out enjoying a noontime hour in the park, along the river,
feeding the geese or possibly just enjoying the company of
someone special. And we will so blessed to be out there enjoying
all this. Moving free and easy and not knowing where we would
next go, or how far we would travel, but just knowing that
it felt so good we just had to get going.
As we circled back on the cul-de-sac and reached the point
where we could either continue straight and follow the path
we strolled on Sunday or turn right and return along the road
we just walked we chose to turn right as be presented us we
a longer, more difficult, effort.
Moving out of Miller Park, and about four miles into our walk,
and heading back up from street I could hear you saying you
didn't want to stop. You wanted to continue on and enjoy this
most lovely late August day. And so we did.
We passed "O" Street and our turn back to Crocker
and continued on towards the Green Bridge that leads us into
Discovery Park. We moved across Capitol Mall and onto the
boardwalk alongside the Sacramento River and we noticed that
activity of folks out enjoying the fine late summer's day.
Must confess that since we didn't know we would be going this
far we had come out with water and were getting a tad thirsty
as this point. We are mighty fortunate that there's a drinking
fountain at the Sacramento water intake facility not too far
down the levee road.
The water was good and provided us with renewed energy as
we continued on towards the park. And, Liz, all along the
way you were pushing me. Making me want to go farther, put
out the effort and I know I wouldn't have done it without
you there. Thank you...thank you so very much for being there.
We ventured off the path this day and down a little trail
that runs along the river and into the beach area. To be honest,
I can ever recall coming this way before. Perhaps once or
twice down the first path of the trail, but quickly back up
to the path. Today we walked along the trail and beside the
river and through the parking lot of the beach and up the
hill to the foot of the bridge. It wouldn't have happened
without you...it just would have happened. I thank you for
We paused briefly at the bridge and you let me know that you
wanted to return the way we had come. You wanted to experience
that trail again. You wanted to be close to the water, to
hear the sounds of the folks enjoying themselves as the cooled
off on the warmish late summer's day. And so we did and it
was grand. Thank you for making me do that.
The warmth of the sun and the length of our trip were making
me thirsty once again. So again we stopped at the drinking
fountain. The intake facility sets upon a little knoll and
protrudes out into the river. The levee road allows you to
by-pass it and rewards those who do will a little up and down.
Most days we choose the up and down, today we will visit for
the water, then back track for our reward. It' a little longer,
a bit harder and it's what you wanted to do! Thank you!!!
Now much more between here and Old Sacramento. Most people
have finished lunch and are back at their desks while we are
left to enjoy this fine, fine, day. There seems to be a lot
of folks milling around in Old Sac. Folks setting up for some
event. And it just dawned on me that they are getting ready
for Old West days in Old Sac. Its been going on for several
years on Labor Day weekend. The truly turn Old Sac back to
the gold rush days for that three-day period. Quite the scene,
quite the event.
Nearing the end of the boardwalk we are once again giving
the choice of going easy or hard. Straight across Capitol
Mall or turn left and walk up and around Nesham Circle and
under the freeway to Front Street. Since the latter is longer
and more difficult it's the path we select. And once again
I thank you for being there to help me choose it.
We're now back on Front Street and nearing the end of this
day's journey. We have traversed about eight miles. My friend,
I truly don't think I would have gone that far had you not
been at my side. You provided me the spirit and determination
to go on and push myself just a little harder. And I can't
thank you enough for that.
Think we shall now take a couple days off. Rest up for Sunday
when I hope you will agree to join me again. Think we shall
travel alongside the American River for about six months.
Hope we see lots of folks so we can smile, wave and shout
out a hello. But I know that you will be in my heart and my
mind as you are with so many folks these days.
I look forward to taking you with me a week from Sunday as
we do the Buffalo Stampede/Migration. I think you will enjoy
that course and I'll attempt to provide you will a view of
Once again, Liz, thanks for being there. Hope you enjoyed
the stroll as much as me. Thank you for being there as its
a better walk because of you.
From Diane Scott, Carmel, IN
this summer I purchased a new bicycle. Since it had been
almost twenty years since I had rode a bike, I was quite
amazed (and proud) when I could ride it in a simple circle
around the store's parking lot without kissing the blacktop
or running into a vehicle as a means of stopping. :-) Most
of the summer I have been riding on what we call the Monon
Trail, a former railway that has been converted into a quiet
tree lined trail that begins on the North side of Carmel
and continues approximately fifteen miles to downtown Indianapolis.
As my date to ride for you approached, I knew that I had
to do a ride that was more challenging for myself and would
hold something special for you as you as well.
It was with this thought in mind that I loaded the bike
on the back of my Jeep on Monday and headed for the rolling
hills of southern Indiana.
I love the quietness of this rural area -- riding along
country roads hearing the breeze rustle the leaves in the
corn fields as if in song with various birds singing harmony.
I meander along these back roads for almost an hour. I passed
a beautiful white two story farm house with rocking chairs
on the porch just waiting to creak with the joyfulness of
companionship at the end of a long day. A farmer waved from
his tractor has he loaded a huge round barrel of straw on
a wagon that looked two sizes too small for its load. And
I couldn't help but smile at a young toddler I passed looking
up questioning at his mother while gingerly extending a
his small hand holding a sugar cube through the fence for
a chestnut mare three times his height as his mother reassured
him everything would be okay.
I knew if I was going to make it to my destination that
I needed to leave the quietness of the countryside for a
moment and cross a busy divided highway. This brief intersection
with the hustle and bustle of the highway jolted me back
to the real world but I knew it would be worth it for what
lay on the other side. I continued to pedal through a small
town called Ferdinand and turned east. I struggled a bit
up the hills but thoughts of how you have embraced the your
own struggles the last three months willed my body to pedal
on -- for at the top of the hill to one of the most beautiful
and scared places I have ever been. The Monastery
of Immaculate Conception.
The Monastery is the home of one of the largest Benedictine
communities of women in America with 126 women currently
living there --women seeking God through the Benedictine
tradition of community life, prayer, hospitality and service
to others. As I entered the monastery I walked through a
self-guided tour that included a history. It talked about
how they offered a model of community based on love and
respect for one another and that over the centuries that
they adapted themselves to the needs of the culture in which
they found themselves. I couldn't help but think of you
and your mom when I read - "From this beginning
has come forth an endless succession of ripples - waves
of energy, spirit and faith - that have touched and changed
people's lives." For I know you both touch and
change more lives than you can possibly imagine.
I slowly start down the cloister hall that separated the
church from the monastery and I for a brief second I feel
like I am back in the cloisters of the Abby on the Isle
of Iona with your mom.
turn to enter the sanctuary through heavy wooden doors and
my breath is taken away. This picture will give you some
idea of the sanctity of this space.but nothing like seeing
it in person.
The dome is almost 90 feet high and is surrounded by 16
stained glass windows each depicting different angels.
I sit in silence for a long time sending up prayers for
you and your loved ones as I have done all morning long.
Then I slowly rise and begin counting the angels in this
church sending up a prayer to each one that they continue
to watch over you. I counted 90 before I left but I am sure
this figure represents only a small fraction of those who
are there for you.
I rode through the grounds and came upon a labyrinth cut
into the grass. I was told that it was named in honor of
Hildegard of Bingen. A 12th century mystic whose writing
reflect the internal journey of the sacred. I took a slow
meditative walk through it for you and when I finally emerged
at the end I surprised by the presence of a passing Sister
who said simply - 'Bless you' and I knew it was meant for
you so I am passing it on here today. Liz, I hope you enjoyed
the peaceful and beauty of the day as much as I did. Continuing
to hold you in my thoughts and prayers.
*jeanne* in chesapeake beach, MD
wanted to dedicate a novel kind of event to Liz, so I started
with the Chesapeake Bay Running Club's anniversary picnic
race, the Doughnut Dash 5K on August 12.
is a small club in southern Maryland, and all active members
had a chance to input for the planning of the club's birthday
party & summer pot-luck picnic-brunch. Open to all club
members, past and present (and their guests), it was to be
held at the home of club VP Sue, in a very countrified section
of Calvert County, Maryland. (Directions to her house included
specifics like "Turn left at the OLD TREE"!)
Doughnut Dash was this:
Typical out-and-back 5k course
at the 2 water stops there would ALSO be fresh doughnuts.
For every doughnut consumed, 1 minute would be deducted from
your final time.
There was a volunteer at the OLD TREE to make sure all doughnuts
were entirely eaten by that time (so a runner couldn't just
run a fast 5k, then stop by the finish & gobble-gobble
him/herself into first place!) Anyone ... um ... er ... UNABLE
to keep the doughnuts down would be DQ'd
was a bright, sunny, hot morning, but not as fiendishly humid
as some of our August days this year. The course was mostly
on gravel/dirt roads through cornfields, with one nice downhill
into the turn-around, then back up past the 2 water-doughnut
A very, very pretty course under an incredibly blue sky.
had a writer and photographer from the Washington Post weekend
magazine who conducted interviews DURING the race, following
us along on bicycles as we munched and ran. Although I wanted
to enjoy the full experience of doughnut dashing, heat and
humidity are NOT my thing, so I was only able to down one,
as I trailed along the back-of-the-pack from the word go,
chatting with a runner who was experiencing some nagging hamstring
problems. He began to walk after the hill, and I stayed with
him, using the walk break to polish off my doughnut. At the
OLD TREE, I put on a final sprint and crossed the finish with
the littlest CBRC kids shouting encouragement to me as I passed
under our gaily-colored CBRC banner stretched across the country
the race, we enjoyed a pot-luck brunch, some native folk dancing
demonstrated by club President Liza, chatting with our invited
interviewers and guests, with many awards and random prizes.
(By the way, the race winner consumed SIX doughnuts, which
brought his net time down to one minute faster than the runner
who actually crossed the finish line first. A Doughnut-induced
victory for the Doughnut Dash!)
was a very special event, and I know Liz would have enjoyed
celebrating CBRC's birthday with us!
From Kecia in St Louis
Saturday was the Gateway
of Hope bicycle ride to benefit the Lance Armstrong Foundation.
This is a new event in St. Louis and the organizer of the
ride is one my MS150 team mates...and he needed
volunteers. Bob and I volunteered to work traffic control
and I dedicated my morning to you.
Saturday morning the alarm
went off at 5:00 a.m. but I was already awake. The thunder
and lighting woke me first. I rolled out of bed and got
dressed anyway. The weather person on the TV said the rain
would end by 7:00 a.m. I was happy about that because the
ride was supposed to start at 7:30.
Bob and I arrived at Forest
Park about 7:00 and it was pouring rain. We were given our
volunteer t-shirts and traffic signs. At 7:30 we went to
our designated intersection but the rain continued. And
it wasn't just
a drizzle...it was a hard soaking rain!
The one good thing was
that we were stationed in front of St. Louis' newest sculpture
outside the zoo called Animals Always. It is amazing! It
was originally designed for the Central Park zoo, I think,
but that deal fell through and it sat around the artists
studio for years. Then one day a lady from St. Louis saw
the renderings and donated the million dollars needed to
give it to our zoo. Animals Always is 130 feet long, and
36 feet high. It's made from 100 tons of steel. It took
14 flatbed trucks to get it here. They had to use cranes
to set the many of 1300 parts in place. It depicts 60 animals
- 11 of which are penguins! It was wonderful to have time
to really spend with this amazing piece of art!
But the rain never stopped.
Only a few hard core cyclists showed up. Bob and I were
on the family course and there were no families. After standing
in the rain for an hour the event organizer came by and
suggested we leave. We were drenched!!! It took a hot shower
and several cups of coffee to knock off the chill.
I would not normally volunteer
to stand in the pouring rain for an over hour...but for
you Liz I gladly did it. Hopefully next year will be sunny
Oh yes, while very few
cyclists were out...we watched a non-stop parade of runners
go by. Runners, yeah we're different!
8/30: From Kathryn Lye, St. Catharines ON
and Drummer and I were out early this morning to walk in the
meadow. The dew was heavy on everything, even the trees. The
sun was shining through all the drops of water. The air was
cool and moist. It was definitely a Hallelujah Morning!
breathed deeply and thought I was going to float away. It
really was that good. You were in my heart and in my thoughts
as I moved through the morning light listening to all the
birdsong. I am sending healing thoughts your way
From Lisa Whipps, Columbus, OH
I always think about you when I am doing my speed work on
Wednesdays, maybe because it is quieter and I can be alone
with my thoughts. I pray for a lot of people during this
time including you.
the last time I ran speed work for you it didn't go so well
so I thought I would try again.
was a perfect day to run. It was overcast and 60 degrees.
I took my daughter to school and stayed to run on the high
school track. As I was warming up the band came out to practice
so I had plenty of company.
is my last week of speed work before our marathon so I wanted
to make it count. I planned on running 8x800's but I was going
to see how it felt and not feel bad if I couldn't do it.
it was awesome. I felt strong until the end, and I even managed
an under 4 minute 800 for my 8th repeat. In between repeats
I would jog around the track and pray.
am so happy that I can give you a good report. I feel the
strength of God and my friends when I am running especially
today, so I wanted to celebrate that with you.
a wonderful time at the beach. My family and I will do something
special on Sunday to celebrate your day.
From Phillip in Sacramento:
day. Hope you're ready for a little stroll. We've been given
glorious day and I see no reason to waste all of it sitting
apartment. Figure we will amble out to Discovery Park, but
not yet sure how
far we will venture in.
a great day here, a little after 11 a.m. and we are just
seventy degrees. The tree limbs were moving earlier this
they have backed off a little it still means this day will
be influenced by
the marine layer that led Mark Twain to remark that the
coldest winter he
ever spend was a summer in San Francisco. All of which means
won't venture much into the 80s on this late August day.
a lot of activity over at Crocker this morning. I was out
and there were hoards of school children paying a visit
to the venerable
institution and several local artists applying paint to
canvas to create
some wonderful portraits of the grand old Victorian that
magnificent works of art. And it appears they are still
there as we hit our
starting point this Tuesday.
lets make this an easy one. Rather go a little farther and
pace off a tad this day. We went quite far on Sunday and
makes no sense to
over do it. Rest the body another day and come Thursday
we can ramp it up a
little bit. Getting close to the Stampede and it makes no
sense to overdo
it now. So, lets do a nice sixteen minute pace for the first
mile and then
lower it a little after that.
how far are we going? Not sure yet. It's so nice and we
easy. Let's do this, we walk out to the park and decide
when we get there.
Sound okay? Good. Let's go.
can tell from the start that this is going to be a good
seem to be a lot of folks out, but that's their loss, not
right it might be a little early, so time will tell.
is wonderful, feel the breeze? Harbinger of fall is correct.
Sacramento is such a lovely city in the autumn. We get just
that the trees show some sign of the seasonal change and
we are only a short
drive away from viewing a true scene of fall. Yes, you're
right, I love
this city and region. Found a home here. Nice home.
moving nicely. No reason to worry about time, so let's just
Few folks joining us as we move north towards the park.
A couple boats on
the river. We're about six weeks off from the Salmon Festival
when both the Sacramento and American will be jumping with
both fish and
folks trying to hook 'em!
folks who just ran by are moving good. Far better than I
when I was running. But, and somehow I suspect you know
this, running or
walking is more than about speed. It's the beauty of being
out and working
to improve yourself. Setting goals and try to reach them.
against the only person you need to compete with...yourself.
right, speed distinguishes runners/walkers, desire defines
them. Like your
we must be moving well, there's the Jiboom Street bridge
across and we will be in the park. What? How far? Good question.
do six. Takes us a little further into the park than you've
gone, but it's
such beautiful day.
we've seen a few folks, we sure haven't bumped into many.
of them are behind us and given where we're going I doubt
we will be seeing
moved under Interstate 5 and around the bend. The spot that
jammed by folks on bicycles Sunday is empty with the exception
of some folks
working on the park. A couple runners are heading are way.
They must have
gotten out early and gone long. Great day for it.
the half-mile marker and there appears to be no one out
archery range. Slow day in the park. Let's keep on trucking.
part we're now walking is one I just to visit every Sunday.
Use to do
all my long walks along this route. Takes be as far along
the path as I
ever want to go. Once did a round-trip from Crocker to Watt.
A distance I
measure at about 24 miles. And have done numerous 10, 12,
14 miles jaunts
out this way.
much of this lower end of the trail, from about the 1.5
until you reach mile 6 passes through less than desirable
that have become increasing less safe as my city has grown
and are now best
avoided unless traveling with others. And, since it's also
more scenic the
further you move up the trail, that makes us very happy
to begin most of our
Sunday walks at the eight mile mark!
Okay, we're here. The one-mile mark of the path. Let's click
turn around and move on back towards Crocker.
moving good and do your feel the breeze that just greeted
us as we
turned. Didn't feel it when our back was turned, but as
we turn back into
it and walk towards the southwest it sure provides a gentle
see a runner up ahead. He's stopped. It's Chris, one of
the folks who's
normally out on a weekday. He's stretching out. Let's chat
him up for a
second. Yes, it is a nice day. Good day to out and getting
You doing the Stampede on the 10th? Oh, you don't compete
like getting out and running. Wow, you've been doing this
for 39 years?
That's impressive, I've being at it since 1991 myself. Well,
hope you have
a good day. Been nice chatting with you. See you later in
alone again. Gosh, we're moving well. Not sure what that
Figure somewhere in the high 14s and it sure feels good.
at the archery range. My, my, some folks just pass us heading
Moving real well. They must have gone of quite a ways. One
guy just flew
by...let's give him a "good pace" shout out.
move up the road about a tad and the chap we just yelled
to is walking
back this way. He smiles as we pass and I guess he's out
Yep, just ran past again and still moving strong.
up ahead. Stop and get some water. Breeze really picks up
cross. Can't say it enough, great day to be out and about.
aren't seeing a lot of folks. Guess I was right and we missed
Couple runners here and there and all seem friendly. Looking
off to the
left as we move in I can't help but think how this city
has changed since I
moved here. Never had a skyline then, but sure do now and
it will only
grow in the coming years. The area of Front Street we walked
be developed in the next few years, as will the area right
Sacramento River from us now, West Sacramento in Yolo County,
living is a very enjoyable way of life.
moving back on the boardwalk now. Won't be long before we
Capitol Mall, walk down Front Stet and turn down "O".
Been quite the day
out here. I'll check the time as we reach our stopping point...think
walked a tad over six miles and it shows the splits of 46:03
That's not too shabby for a couple souls just out enjoying
a late summer's
stroll. Not too shabby at all.
friend, it has been grand having you with me. I would truly
you join me again later this week as there's a new route
I want you to join
can only conclude my reminding you that you are in the hearts
and minds of
many. There is much love pouring your way from some very
That's it's flowing to a very special person seems only
fitting. You will
remain in my thoughts and prayers until we walk again.
Started to check for typos, but that's almost like cheating!
8/29: From Barbara Grandberg, Somerville, MA
Liz...I finally have my email back so I can now thank-you
for joining me on our adventures to New York......On Thursday
the 24th we got up at 4:00 and took the 7:00 bus down to NYC
for the number pick up...Since I sleep better on the bus and
was originally supposed to go with a friend, this first trip
does make sense...Love the energy of New York..(I just don't
like their sports teams..I'm a homer..I also disagree with
Ron...Boston has the best marathon..But I digress..I'm also
not as articulate as other folks in the group...) We stopped
at Starbucks and then went to Rockefeller Center, were we
volunteering for the Jumpstart Reading program...I may have
retired but there is still a teacher in me...and it's nice
to be with the kids and not be responsible for everything.....Did
some bag stuffing and helped some young ones but together
their A, B, C picture books..Got a cool t-shirt...Then off
to the Nike store for number pick up....We got our number,
chip, and technical t shirt.....Plus had to buy a really cool
1/2 marathon cotton t....Then we walked back to Port Authority
and took the bus home.....On Saturday we left at 10:00 to
walk to Davis Square and get on the subway and back to the
bus station for the 12:30 a.m. bus.....Got into Port Authority
at 4:30....Ended up taking a cab to the start.....It was cool
and overcast..Perfect running weather....Oh..did you know
we were running a half marathon???? Did a loop and a 1/4 around
Central Park...First race where I needed to dodge horse manure...Then
out to 7th Ave and the rain...It was sooo cool running down
7th Ave and 42nd St.....Then down the highway....We went out
too fast, but we finished with a smile and a sense of accomplishment.......Felt
like it was another mile to get the medal, chip removed, water
gatorade and my bag...Then we walked back to Port Authority,
stopping at a Starbucks of course....Thanks for joining me
Liz...And hang in there.....Barbara
From Joanne Boustead, Toronto, ON
Aug. 27th - OCup Mountain Bike Race. I really wanted to do
well in this race, as I dedicated it to you. It didn't turn
out the way I had planned, however. I rode the course the
day before with my son, and I went head over my handlebars
onto the ground. I scraped the whole shin on my right leg
and wow, did it sting! The first aid guy happened to be driving
by when I fell and saw me sitting on the trail. He came over
and declared that nothing was broken but he wanted to clean
and dress my injury. I reassured him and my son that I could
still ride my bike and we went back to the first aid building.
I needed a little break after that, because my leg was throbbing,
so we went and found my husband and daughter, who were having
lunch. Robert really wanted to finish the course, so after
about 30 minutes, we got back onto our bikes and slowly pedalled
through the entire course. I was exhausted when we finished,
as every pedal stroke hurt but we finally finished riding.
next morning my leg wasn't as painful, so I got up and got
ready to ride. We stopped at Tim Hortons for bagels and I
had a coffee. When we arrived, I put on my cycling shoes,
helmet and gloves and pedalled down to the start. I was pretty
nervous, but saw one of the girls from my cycling club and
talked to her for a few minutes.
started off and after a few minutes, I realized that I must
have damaged my bike when I fell. I started having trouble
shifting my gears and it's a very hilly course. You really
need to shift a lot. I did about half of the first lap and
was very frustrated. I really did want to finish the course,
but I was fighting against my bike and not having a good time.
I finally took my bike off the course and informed the course
marshalls that I needed to DNF. My first DNF, but I wasn't
feeling safe on my bike and I didn't want to take the chance
of having an accident with a bike that wasn't mechanically
sound. My leg was also bothering me, so it just wasn't my
husband inspected my bike once I returned from the course,
and he noticed that my handlebars were also crooked. Who knows
if I did anything else, so the bike will be going to the bike
shop tonight. The kids had a great time playing while I was
out on the course and my husband was very supportive, so we
made the best of it. We still had a great weekend as a family
and enjoyed a weekend outside of the city. It wasn't the race
that planned, Liz, but it was the race that I ended up with.
It was still a learning experience and I still feel positive
about it. Thanks to you, I am trying to live in every minute
of every day joyfully.
From Joanne Boustead, Toronto, ON
18th report. This late in coming, because I was away on holiday
in Quebec, but I got up early that Friday and ran for an hour
on the country roads near my Mom's house. It was cool and
quiet, and I really enjoyed seeing the mountains in the background.
It's very, very hilly there, as my Mom lives halfway up a
mountain, but it's refreshing! It was a wonderful start to
From Carlene Paquette, Ottawa, Canada
Sunday morning was the Graham Beasley Memorial run and it
was very wet out.
I detest running in the rain, but we were racing so I tried
to ignore it and set out for the race site. The run was an
8K on a new route - a mix of quiet streets in a business park
and gravel trails through the woods. We were alone for most
of the run which gave me the time to pray with you.
Together we savoured the signs of approaching fall - golden
rod, purple asters flowers, and milkweed pods going to seed.
We saw a few trees with their leaves turning yellow, orange
and red. Though we looked for animals, the drizzle and crowd
of runners must have scared them away and the trails were
silent. Finally the clock arrived and we really didn't have
any sprint to give... 46:10 and the run was over. We cheered
for a few others, ducked inside to grab a bagel and cream
cheese and put on my running jacket.
Then zipped back outside to watch the kids race. There were
16 kids and just as the 1K run started, it really started
to pour. Luckily the kids didn't mind. We got soaked standing
there cheering for the children, but it was worth it to see
their faces. Last was little Natasha who was only
2.5 years old and full of JOY. All the kids got blue ribbons
which they quickly turned into crumpled messes. Ah well...
at least the kids enjoyed them. Went back inside for the awards
and door prizes and won a book on running. (I plan to read
the inspiring stories section at the back and then pass the
book along to one of the new ladies who has started with our
running club.) Went home to get cleaned/warmed up and then
put together a package. My race shirt is on it's way to you.
I hope the postal folks don't take too long to get the parcel
to you. Thanks for racing with me and helping me to carry
on through the tough spots. I appreciated having your spirit
along for the run.
From asheville george, Asheville, NC
Liz. Since I'm a few days behind on reporting our runs, I
guess I better get busy here and catch up. Thursday was the
normal "o-dark-30 4 miler in N. Asheville, without much
to see in the dark. Everyone felt good so I guess that meant
it was a success. On saturday you were with us when we ran
the Springmaid Splash, a 10K trail race up and over Humpback
Mountain NC. IT WAS TOUGH!!! Started out flat with 2 stream
crossings in the first mile. The water was not over knee deep,
but the rocky creek bed kept most of us walking vs running.
The next 3.5 miles or so was up the mountain, some on gravel
roads, some on single track. I hate to say we had to walk
a little, but walk we did. The last 1.5 was down hill, mostly
single track. We crossed the creek 2 more times on the way
to the finish, and I seriously thought about just giving up
the ghost and floating down stream. Didn't quit, because I
know you won't. Anyway, I dragged in at about an hour 21 minutes,
thankful to be finished. The day was perfect for running.
It was 58 at the start, and at least 5.5 of the 6.2 miles
were in the shade. The 4 creek crossings were a pleasant surprize,
and simply the camraderie was great. Hope you had a good weekend
Liz. hang in there kiddo.
From John in MI
Liz and friends,
Yesterday, I ran in the
Somerset Stampede Half Marathon (Somerset
Center, near Jackson, Michigan). It was the first year for
which also included a 5k run and a 5k walk. It was a nice
course about evenly split between paved and gravel roads
with a mile
or so of dirt trails thrown in just before the finish line.
There were about 100 runners
in the half marathon, about 70 in the 5k
run and another 30 in the walk. It was a hot and humid morning
7:30 start time. My time was a bit slower than usual for
a half but
finishing is finishing. I was happy to participate in this
It was my sixth half marathon of the year.
I reached a milestone on
my Sunday morning run today. My six-miler
put me over the 800 mile mark for the year.
thoughts are with you, Liz on every run I do now. You give
strength and I try to return it back to you.
From Phillip in Sacramento
Good Morning! Thanks for agreeing to walk with me on this
Sunday. I think you will enjoy the route as it encompasses
both some old and new territory. While in the past our Sunday
strolls have taken us along the banks of the American River,
we will be traveling a different way this day.
I found out yesterday that the Fleet Feet training group was
meeting up in my neck of the woods this day and figure that
walking near the group might allow me to catch a tad of their
energy. So, we shall follow part of their route this day.
They're meeting at a place called Miller Park. Miller Park
is about a mile south of my apartment complex, sits along
the Sacramento River and serves both a park and marina. It's
also marks the approximate halfway mark in the upcoming Cowtown
Marathon/Half Marathon. Let's walk over and see if we know
We start our walk at Crocker Park and head easy. Yes, just
like we do when we head to Discovery Park. Only difference
is that we will turn left on Front Street and head south.
There's not much along Front Street as we head towards Broadway
and turn into the park. We walk by the animal control site,
a few oil storage areas, Interstate 5 is off to our left and
Sacramento River on our right. What is barren now probably
won't be so in five to ten years as urban/riverfront growth
to my fair city. But, guess that's a different story for another
time. That's just continue walking the .75 mile down to Broadway.
Liz, legs are feeling good this morning. Taken three days
off from hoofing and think the rest has done me some good.
Moving well and think it's going to be a good day.
We've just hit Broadway and turned right and will now head
into the park. Be careful, lots of cars coming this way. Large
training group they've assembled this year. Talking with the
owner of Fleet Feet yesterday and he told me that they had
both more people sign up and more people showing up this year.
Good group of coaches they have and they do an excellent joy
of getting these folks ready for both Cowtown and the California
International Marathon in December.
I've just clicked my watch at one mile and it shows 15:56.
Not bad for a first mile and, since my distance monitor measures
a mile at a longer distance than a mile, it's a little quicker
than the time would indicate.
We're in the park and up ahead I can sit the meeting point.
Hold on for a second, see a buddy of mine I need to talk with
and want to find out what route the group is taking. Okay,
said hello to my friend and found out that they will be heading
back towards Discovery Park. Perfect!
The road that we're on is a cul-de-sac and as we near the
end we have a flock of geese off to our left. Think we will
bare right and avoid and contact. And we are moving right
along...stride is flowing.
Now we have turned around and are heading north. We pass by
the group, we are still meeting and set our sights on Discovery
Park, which lies about 2.5 miles north of Miller Park.
We are now back on Front Street and just passed two miles.
Wow, turned the last mile in 14:46. Yes, moving and feeling
The portion of Front Street we're on has many memories. It
use to be part of the old Sacramento Marathon/Half Marathon
route. It's the only part of the course with any elevation
and it always use to wipe me out. I've learned to handle it
these past couple years, but still have a great deal of respect
Yes, you're right, that is the group to our left. Guess they
decided to run on top of the levee. Much easier. No, while
you're right, we won't call them wimps! :-)
We just clicked off another mile and it shows 14:31. Still
feeling strong and two weeks before the Buffalo Stampede that
can only be taken as a good sign.
Okay, they're running out of levee as the railroad tracks
crowd out the running run and they appear to be heading down
the old way into Old Sacramento. It cuts under both I5 and
Capitol Mall plus adds a little more up and down. Good we
will follow them.
Interesting, they're not heading to the levee, they're running
Front Street. Since it doesn't seem like such a bad idea,
as it avoids the boardwalk, we'll continue to follow.
That restaurant on the left is the Firehouse. Been there a
long, long, time. And at one time it was a firehouse. Now
serves as one of the nicer eating places in this city. Good
food, great service and a wonderful place to take someone
you want to impress. This old dog has had more than a couple
wonderful evenings. But, here again, a story for a different
time and place. We shall march on.
Yes, we are still on Front Street. It's Old Sacramento's main
street and you can see all the tourist places it has. Various
eateries, coffee joints, candy places, couple of this, couple
of that, and all that's necessary to extract a few bob from
a visitor's wallet.
We are coming out of Old Sac at the Railroad Museum and are
now back on the levee. Correct, the path we always walk to
Discovery. And, you're right again, it is a beautiful late
August morning. Fall is in the air, but yet the early morning
warmth lets us know that summer will be here this afternoon.
It's my city at its best and it should remain this way for
the six to eight weeks.
We have just finished another mile. My, my, we are moving
along. By my watch it shows we covered it in 13:40. Can't
recall when I felt this good.
Normal stuff now. Folks from the group are passing us by.
But the walking group has caught up with us. Probably me waving
and saying hello to them on our way back.
We have just crossed the bridge and are in the park. See those
folks off to our left. Seems like a lot of bikers are taking
a break. See a lot of water and stuff, so it must be some
kind of organized event. Wow, bikers, runners, walkers all
sharing the path on a Sunday. Must be Sacramento.
My friend, during my ramblings are still just sailing as the
watch showed us doing them in 13:48 and 13:43. And we have
now reach the zero mile marker in the park and have two miles
left before we are once again at Crocker.
We moving up the ramp toward the bridge. Want to be mindful
not to lose stride or slow down. Passing by some walker from
the group. Saying hello and smiling. Even a grump like me
has to smile on a day like this.
Moving, moving, moving. There's some life on the river, but
now as much as there will be in a couple months with the fish
begin to flow. Quite the sight a certain times of the year,
especially when the salmon are running.
Liz, another mile gone. Time? Oh, 13:47. Means we've recorded
four straight under 14. Can't complain much about that, can
One more mile to go. Let's give it a go. Pick up the pack.
Finish this thing strong. Liz, feels good. Still moving strong.
We will go back the way we came. Back up Old Sac, up the little
incline. We're back on Front Street, closing in one O Street
and our turning point back to Crocker. We have two blocks
left as we turn and we're moving strong. We we are...click.
Let's see what we did that last mile in. Liz, Liz, Liz...we
pumped it. We did that last mile in 13:05 and finished strong!!!!
Another one is in the books. My friend, thank you so much
for joining me on this Sunday. I hope the rest of this day
is as good for you as you have made the first part good for
me. We shall do this again in a couple days. Until then you
will remain in both my thoughts and prayers.
P.S. You guessed it, I 'taint checking for typos.
From Linda Tippett-Leary, Nova Scotia, Canada
Liz. Hope you are doing well today.
don't know me, I am relatively new to the Penguin list and
relatively new to fitness as well. I want you to know, however,
that there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of
you and pray for you and your family - for enough strength
to make it through that day and for an early end to this very
challenging "marathon" you are now racing.
am still quite heavy and am a real slow walker. I have not
walked much since my last race two weeks ago, and yesterday
wasn't the greatest outing I have ever had. It was, however,
special in that I was walking in Point Pleasant Park in Halifax.
Pleasant is right on the outside of Halifax, Nova Scotia,
along the shore. Don\'t know if you are familiar with my province,
but we are a penninsula, you are never far from the sea in
Pleasant was well named, full of lush, beautiful trees, with
many trails and lots of historical monuments as well, left
over from the war. However, it was ravaged in 2003 by Hurricane
in Nova Scotia, we are quite sheltered from most weather extremes
and I am sure that folks in Florida and other areas where
hurricanes are common must think we were making much ado about
nothing, but it was the most serious storm we have had in
50 years. Touted as a Category One, it came in as a Category
Two and did, in some areas, Category Three damage (killed
at least three people). Point Pleasant was hit very hard.
a time, it looked like the park was lost - as about 70% of
its trees were destroyed, we thought we might be looking at
a large parking lot. There is still lots of discussion as
to how to restore it, and yesterday was my first visit since
park is almost on a 90% slope and I parked on the upper parking
lot, almost an hour later than I had planned (note to self,
drag your butt out of bed Linda - it is more than worth it).
I started off and noticed, right away, how much more "open"
the park is - one of the monuments that never even used to
be visible unless you followed the path to get to it is now
plainly in the open and, lets put it this way, there are much
better water views now. The sparse trees were hard to get
used to at first.
and their dog (literally, I saw lots) were out that day. With
baby carriages and leashes. One runner, with a T shirt from
our most recent Halifax marathon event (I have one too - I
did the 5 k) kept circling around - I saw him several times.
Alas, my breathing was not great (it is getting quite cool
and "fall like" here, which I love, but I need to
adjust my asthma meds to the fall dosage) and getting around
was tough, but I was determined to do it. I had to get around
the circumference (about 4k) at least once for you.
took a few "bunny trails" - there are paths every
which way in this park, but eventually, no matter where you
go, you are headed down, down, down. Quite a challenge on
the way up, I think that will be next time!
you hit a flat spot, about 1.5 k in length, along the shore.
There used to be a beach there called “Black Rock Beach”
- never all that spectacular, it was always pretty cold and
rocky. Now you would be taking your life in your hands if
you tried to swim there, because there is so much pollution
in the harbour. There is a clean up in place now.
you pass the beach area, you go up a bit and then down. You
are in the lower parking lot and you pass the office of Shakespeare
By the Sea. This is a neat theatre production company, putting
on Shakespearean performances all though the park, and some
other things as well, this year, they are performing the Wizard
of Oz also. Some are quite spooky - one time, they did MacBeth
(one of my personal favourites) in the Martello Tower, one
of the historical landmarks in the park. They had the audience
follow them all through the tower at night, a little unnerving,
but tres cool.
you get out of the lower parking lot, it is up, up, straight
up. By then I am wheezing big time (next time we take our
fall dosage!) and climbing this hill is a big challenge. Considered
calling a taxi or getting my friend Sue to drive me up the
hill - oh no, no wimping out here is allowed.
got to my car and decided not to push it and go around again
like I planned, a shorter walk, and a little disappointing,
but all I was capable of that particular day. I have not been
getting too many shorter walks in during the week and that
is essential, cannot dazzle in the long walks if you don’t
do the leg work leading up.
park, however, is amazing. There are still birds and little
critters, new trees are growing (I have some seeds that I
am going to scatter there next time) - even though we may
think something is dead, nature has such a way of springing
to life doesn’t it? We lost a tree at our house (split
and fell on our roof, thank heavens it just caused superficial
scratches) and now a little one is growing in its place.
too, will “rise again”, I believe. I look forward
to reading your “race reports” soon.
are so many of us pulling for you Liz - out there running,
walking, biking, swimming or, in my case, just dragging my
huge body around. A year or so ago, I could not even walk
around a shopping mall, two weeks ago, I did a five mile race
(actually 8.53 k, according to my Garmin). The body can do
at the calendar for encouragement Liz - here in Canada there
are folks from Nova Scotia to Toronto to Alberta out here
for you. In the United States, I see folks from California
across the country.
want you to know how you and your family inspire me and us
all. Have a blessed day.
From Debbie Askwith, Feeding Hills, MA
Liz. It's amazing that someone I've just come to know about
in the past few months has touched my heart and soul as you
Each day when I sit at my computer I'm being watched by a
photograph of another stranger-friend, Greg Osterman. He too
has inspired me. Greg was featured in a brief blurb in Runner's
World a few years back. (I think 2002) Like you, he has completed
a few marathons, an amazing feat for one and all. However,
Greg did his marathons seven years after having a heart transplant.
Unbelievable? There's more. After his heart transplant he
was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. To treat the cancer
his gallbladder and portions of his small and large intestines
were removed. He still runs, Liz. You will too!
posted my Chicago Distance Classic race report on the Penguin
Group site for you, as well as a few pictures. (Rather long
report) I succeeded because of you. "Liz isn't giving
up," I told myself. Neither would I. Two signs along
the race course moved me. "FINISH THE COURSE; RUN BY
FAITH" and "YOU ARE ANOINTED TO FINISH." Liz,
I understand that you will soon have completed your course
of radiation and I believe you're anointed to recover. That's
not only my prayer each day, but the prayer of hundreds of
people who know and love you. You're going to have one hell
of a scream team at your next marathon.
your time at the beach this coming weekend. Feel the love
and healing rolling in to you on each wave.
is Debbie's report as posted to the PenguinRunners list:
passenger next to me, a physician, was excited about his
conference in Chicago, and queried as to the nature of my
trip. "I'm doing the Chicago Distance Classic - a half
run?" he asked astonished. (NOTE: my remark to him
was that I was DOING the CDC) At 5'6" and 240 lbs,
I don't look like a typical runner. He'd be even more surprised
to learn I "run" with grade three chondromalacia
in my right knee,(grade four wins you a knee replacement)
asthma, and a few other inconveniences.
already completed three half marathons, and with a heart
rate of 175bpm sustained for up to four hours, my heart
is running even if my feet ain't" He chuckled and wished
Friday night I arrived was perfect. The air was uncharacteristically
cool, clean, the lights of the skyscrapers
twinkled, and a vibrant crowd was dancing in the park across
from the Hilton. I sat on the sidelines, as I often do,
and enjoyed the music. But then I remembered this wasn't
my night, this was Liz's. What would SHE do if she was here.
I thought you'd dance, so I did. Yup, got up on the parquet
floor in the park and did the
Electric Slide. Liz, promise me you'll go to Chicago when
you're all better and redeem me by dancing in-step with
the rest. Deal?
day was here. I took my place at the back of the pack. Liz,
I was so apprehensive about completing the race because
I hadn't trained at all. Not a lick! Zilch! Zippo! Behind
my sunglasses my eyes welled up with tears of disappointment
in myself and fear I'd fail to complete the CDC.
We were off and running! The crowd was cheering, encouraging
signs were being waved, and I was actually running - for
two whole blocks. That's it. A group of people, perhaps
from a local church, held pre-printed signs such as: "Finish
the course. Run by Faith." Liz, I'm not a God fearing
person, yet, for some
reason those signs touched me in a profound way. My tears
were now replaced by my mantra: Each step toward the finish
- a victory in itself."
first half of the race was actually blissful. No wheezing,
no pain from the knee operated on eighteen months ago, and
still a few runners about me to share the journey. When
I turned to head up to the lakefront portion of the race,
those inspiring signs were back. I ambled over and asked
permission to take photographs. "You
are anointed to finish," I read aloud. "Praise
Jesus!" the woman shouted as she gave me a high five,
and I got goose bumps. It was easily 82 degrees, and there
I was shivering with goose bumps.
lack of preparation really showed itself in that long sunny
stretch along the lakefront path. Thank God for the great
volunteers at the water stops who's enthusiasm was more
nourishing than what was in the cups. Somewhere around mile
nine, a race crew member on bike called in my bib number
on a walkie-talkie. She, my bike angel, stayed with me offering
water, wet sponges, and encouragement.
clock at the mile 13 marker read 4:00. The race was over.
I asked a volunteer to take my picture and pressed on. That
last tenth of a mile seemed like ten. Ahead was a pedestrian
underpass with GRANT PARK engraved on it. From beneath it
an official in a golf cart came through and demanded that
the runner twenty feet
ahead of me get in.
race is over, you can't finish. We have to close the course."
The female runner refused to get in the cart. Despite the
official's numerous demands, the runner held her ground.
better not bother me," I told my Bike-Angel. She did.
have to get in," she demanded.
I sobbed like a four year old, "I'm not getting in...you
can't make me!"
that she couldn't sway the other runner or myself she continued
with, "Well, you're not getting a finisher's medal."
hurt. I countered with a tearful, "I don't care. I'm
finishing." Brunhilda gave up and radioed ahead that
we wouldn't get off the course.
I went through the underpass, I was in the finishers chute.
Was the road open to traffic? Were they done disassembling
the race course? Hell no! The clock was still ticking and
the PA system was still pumping out sweet music.
scene in the chute was quite surreal. People were busy milling
about the whole length of the chute, oblivious to my presence
as I pressed on. The conversations and traffic sounds nearby
seemed muted. "You're anointed to finish," I reminded
the surreal quiet came the voice of Louis Armstrong over
the PA system,enticing me to the finish line with, "I
see skies of blue...clouds of white...bright blessed days...dark
sacred nights..." My battered body was lifted by his
song as I made a defiant stomp over the finish line.
I think to myself, what a wonderful world...oh yeahhh!"
I got my medal
From Violet Elder. Ann Arbor, Michigan
Liz (and Joyce): I was supposed to bike 40 miles this weekend,
but we were beset with thunderstorms, and bicycles + thunderstorms
just don't work for me. So I spent the weekend in the gym,
and there is simply not much inspiration to share from that.
I did log about 22 miles for you.
night Millard and I hosted a "mini-encounter" with
Mary D., Kathryn Lye, and Karen B. We spoke of you and your
battle, and offered a toast to the return of your health.
It made me think about the power of these friendships, forged
over the internet with people you don't see until you happen
to encounter with them. For me, the meeting part is always
amazing; you feel a connection to these total strangers because
you have read and felt their thoughts, shared their battles,
supported them through pain. We are, in so many ways, so much
more than a running group. Many of us are just kindred spirits.
any rate, Liz, I'm praying that this week is the one where
you will feel stronger and the pain will abate. We're here
for you, just know that. And Joyce--as a mother of another
precious daughter, one who suffers from a chronic ailment
that could be life threatening, I am also praying for you
as well. I'm sending you a hug, via cyberspace, to give you
strength to help Liz through this.
From Louise, Charlevoix, MI
another hard run in for you, a 10 mile race that I wasn't
sure I could finish. I wore your website on the back of my
shirt, and several people stopped me and asked about it. So
additional people will be praying for you too. A man in an
elevator asked me. I told him to say some good words for you.
He promised he would.
I found this quote in my email yesterday: "A strong positive
mental attitude will create more miracles than any wonder
drug." Patricia Neal
it's hard to keep a positive mental attitude, even when you
are NOT sick. Hang tough!
hope the medications are over soon, and you can begin your
recovery without all those side effects. Be strong. You\'ll
be back out on the roads with us soon.
From Ron Horton, Charlotte, NC
not sure why I even tri-it any more. I know the results
ahead of time. I'm REALLY slow in the water, I cruise on
the bike (though not very fast), and I hang on for the run.
But they do offer a relief from just running all the time,
so I still go out there and give it my best shot. But THIS
Tri was different - this one was for YOU, Liz. This one
gave me a reason to look forward to it, to savor every moment
of the day.
I don't believe that anyone else has taken you along for
a tri, so Saturday morning (8/26) we did just that at Lake
Norman, north of Charlotte. It was a Sprint Tri, 750m open
water swim, 30K bike (aka Hill Repeats), and 5K run. I finished
it Vertical and Moving (my only goal) and enjoyed these
1. Swim was good, slow as usual, water about 84 so very
pleasant. Highlight was when my arms scraped bottom around
the 500m buoy and I figured out I could WALK for about 25m
- we were swimming over a sandbar!
2. I did beat Ed McCarthy - but then, Ed is 81 years old!
He does several tris a year, I want to be just like Ed when
I grow up. I didn't beat him by much.
3. I got passed by a 10 year old kid in the run portion.
Not the first time that's happened.
4. I have really been working hard on my bike, I got my
average speed up to 19.0 mph. Trouble is, so did everyone
else in my Age Group. I finished 11th out of 13 in my AG
on the bike, and 11th out of 13 in my AG overall. But I
beat all those in my AG who stayed home on the couch!
Today's tri had a different meaning for me. My mind kept
going to your battle, your marathon, and the way you are
touching so many lives around the country. I was swimming,
and biking, and running for YOU, Lizzy - time really didn't
matter. So much of the tri is solitary, you can't talk while
you are swimming and you can't draft or ride with someone
on the bike, so I had time to think about how much you will
enjoy the runs when you get back on the streets. And about
how many lives you have already changed. Lives you haven't
yet met, but will one day.
After the tri my (new) wife Wendy and I had breakfast with
my son and DIL (who is pregnant with my first grandchild,
due in November). I told them your story and how your race
for life is touching so many around the world. We prayed
for you and your family, for healing and strength and courage.
Thank you for making this triathlon the most special of
From Bonnie Broydrick/Singleton, Hingham, MA
because we both love the beach, this AM I drove to Nantasket,
a gorgeous beach less than 10 minutes from my house. The weather
was sunny and in the sixties and the beach had September written
all over it. Almost imperceptible signs that summer is winding
As always,the ocean is just amazing and it's a place I've
always gone to when I need to feel relaxed peaceful. The sound
of the surf, the sounds of seagulls, the smell-there's just
nothing like it! I have a song on my ipod--"Oh how happy
you have made me" and I always think of running on the
beach (although, I know it was written with a person in mind:-))
Now, just after mile 3 there is a big rock that marks my turn
around, and I paused there, looking out to where the "ocean
meets the sky", and thought of you. Me, looking out at
the vast Atlantic Ocean, and soon you will be gazing out over
the Pacific Ocean-so, from sea to shining sea, I send my prayers
From Boyd Lawrence, Dallas, Texas
was a strange set of circumstances that even exposed me to
this site. I was actually looking into running organizations
and ran across the name of an old friend associated with the
Penguins which, with the help of google, lead me here. Anyway,
I needed some inspiration to run and decided to sign up for
08/24/06 since it was also my father's 75th birthday.
my run day, it was triple digit heat again in Dallas and I
was quite fatigued from a softball tournament the weekend
before and some outdoor work training. I really didn't want
to get out and try to run. I started talking myself out of
it..."Hell, I don't even know Liz. Why should I?"
don't know the power of this stuff, y'know, running for somebody
who is ill. But my mother has had 3 bouts with cancer in the
past 6 years and I know how important any kind of support
seemed to her. And I realized that not meeting Liz personally
was irrelevant. What was important was that she needed support
and I needed to connect to something, somebody. So I got out
there and attempted a 4 mile run with Liz in my thoughts.
I know, not much of a run to the marathoner right?
I even had to stop and walk once in order to finish but I
did. During the run, I thought about how lucky I was to have
my health and how important it was to enjoy it. A recent bout
with hypothyroidism and its effects made me question whether
I would feel healthy again myself. So though I was struggling,
a bit dehydrated, and not in the best of shape, I was happy
to do it.
really need to thank you Liz for staying strong and for having
this site. It allowed me to connect to some old thoughts of
which I'm not too proud and to appreciate where I've come
today and to just appreciate life.
hope you get to feeling better soon...I really do. And I'm
sorry you are struggling with this illness. My thoughts are
with you...thank you for this privilege.
From Louise in MI
of this week end.........I'm leaving today for Flint, to do
the Crim 10 mile. I'm going to need a lot of luck on this
one since my training has been "limited". I'll be
walking a TON. My knee is a little sore and I
have several run commitments coming up all of a sudden, so
I'll be careful. I'd sure planned on being in better shape
when I registered for these upcoming events. Stuff happens.
created a piece of cotton with www.runlizrun.com printed on
it, will pin on my back tomorrow at the Crim. If you're there,
and you see me, slow down next to me and introduce yourself!
This one's for Lizzie. I hope it
helps her, she will be helping me!
raining...........I hope it stops............just checked
weather for Flint, rain predicted..............argh!
luck tomorrow for anyone else who's out there running/walking/biking/swimming
for Lizzie, or just plain out there doing
From Kecia LiCausi, St. Louis, MO
prediction run for you last night. It was supposed to be 4.2
miles but this race director is terrible about accuracy and
just before the run began she announced that it was really
closer 4.5 miles.
neighbor Deborah is a new runner and she had had a bad day.
Work was frustrating, the cat got sick, and then they announced
that the distance was longer...and she was worried about going
4.2 to begin with. It was more than she could take and the
tears bubbled up. Finally she calmed down and I assured her
it was perfectly acceptable to walk. I also told her that
I was dedicating this run to you.
turned out to be a great run. I didn't push too hard but I
didn't slack off either. Anyone who accurately predicted their
time last night was just lucky because no one really knows
how far we ran. One man who is a real life math genius said
it was 4.17. It was supposed to have been measured at 4.2,
but the race director's GPS said 4.5. So who knows! I trust
the math genius the most but by that time it was too late
and I was off by a minute and 40 seconds.
I finished I went back to run Deborah in. She was struggling
but she was determined that she was going to run the whole
thing. When she finished she told me that YOU were the one
that got her thru. She thought about you and your determination
and that gave her the courage to continue on. No more tears...she
was all smiles!
flipper hugs your way!
From Karen Getzinger, Redmond WA
in my prayers everyday. Laguna Beach will be beautiful, just
one more week and you'll be there. The run along the river
trail that I planned for you yesterday was replaced by a bike
ride in the park with my 7 yr old and my 6 and 4 yr old neighbors,
all recently off training wheels and thrilled with the freedom
of riding fast. It's amazing how fast those little legs can
take them on their tiny wheels. My days of jogging along side
Meggie on her little bike are long over! But I have a new
the beach- sun on your face, sand in your toes, waves crashing,
From Cher in OH
night I went to bed feeling like I'd been kicked in the
stomach. You see, I had paid a visit to Liz's site at the
end of the day. I'm truly having problems understanding
why someone could be made to struggle so much.
pain in her mother's words is very evident.
woke up this morning with Liz on my mind and headed out for
a run. I am not a morning person, never have been and I doubt
that I ever will be. But, there is magic in heading out at
dawn. Whether I'm heading to the gymor going for a run, the
world is a different place at that time of the morning. Morning
people are the first to see the changing of the seasons. While
it's cold and brisk in March, you see that bright sun coming
up earlier and the singing of birds and you just know that
spring isn't far behing. The same is true at this time of
year. The cool mornings and leaves falling promise the cooler
days of fall. The mornings are still dark when I head out
these days, so I'm treated to the sunrises.
I ran this morning, I was deep in thought. For the most part,
I was completely oblivious to my surroundings, so much so
that I ran right up on one of the golf course workers and
just about let out a yell. I caught myself in time and immediately
headed back into my zone - the zone where I only had one person
on my mind. As I crossed the little footbridge over a creek,
I was startled by a heron. It looked beautiful standing in
the water with the steam rising around it. There were no further
"startlings" on my run, but rather just the enjoyment
of thscenery. I said a prayer and made a wish. With all of
my heart, I hope that the prayers of this group are answered
and Liz returns to good health. I feel so badly for her and
her family, and just cannot comprehend what they are going
thru. I also am realizing that life is short. This illness
struck out of the blue and look at how quickly Liz's life
has been turned around. It makes all of my rants and whinings
seem so trivial, well, they are trivial.
hope that Liz is soon feeling the healing thoughts and that
she's able to enjoy HER ocean next weekend.
From Marjorie Mullaly, Springville, Utah
Sunday I hiked for 3 hours in the Wasatch Mountains and you
were in my thoughts and prayers the whole way. Then Tuesday
I walked a very hot 7 miles and knew I could finish because
I was doing it for you. Keeping you in my daily prayers.
From Phillip in Sacramento
Good afternoon. It's a picture perfect day in the city situated
at the confluence of two rivers and I'm just back from a 5.5
walk which took me by the place it was first discovered.
Couldn't help but having you with me. Couldn't help but thinking
of your nice smile. Couldn't help but thinking about how nicely
you treated me back in the days of TP West. And certainly
couldn't wait to get back hope to share with you a little
of my journey.
I'm pretty sure you remember the route...Crocker Park to Discovery
Park and back. However, on this day we took it a little farther
as we ambled past the archery range that's located just past
the half mile marker on the trail.
It's one on those noon times when lots of folks are out enjoying
a run, walk or ride on the lunch hour. The weather is near
perfect as we hover in the middle 80's on this late August
day. Must confess that after the misery of last month's heat
our failure to record one day over 100 this month has been
Today is type of day where you can envision the coming of
fall and one on which you feel you could walk forever. But
forever comes rather quickly when you aren't carrying water
and have other things on the agenda for the day. So we turn
around and head on back knowing that tomorrow will be another
time and another stroll.
Liz, sorry for the brevity. Just wanted to let you know that
you are in my thoughts and prayers. And that you will also
be at my side as I stroll again tomorrow and on Sunday as
we spend time along the shores of the American River.
From Chip Corbin, Denver
read the update this morning and wanted to remind you that
I am thinking about you. I have been running for you too
and I have been running a lot more lately usual. When I
get home from work and I am tired and I don'tfeel like it,
I put on my running shoes and I go and and I run anyway.
I push myself to run harder and further and I dedicate those
runs to you. My yoga practice too, where there is a lot
of healing and spiritual energy sent your way.
are in my thoughts and prayers,
From Sue Zooper, Ohio
Tuesdays for Liz. I give you my Tuesdays
Lizzy, everything I do is for you. Part of this Tuesday was
spent in the familar surroundings of the Cleveland Clinic.
Good grief, how sick I am of spending my days in medical facilities.
You know, I have been living with my own medical challenges
for several years now, and frankly it got darn ugly for a
I heard of your diagnosis, I've wanted to say so many things
to you. I wanted to tell you there are going to be bad times.
Times when the pain envelopes you so much and since there
is no escaping it day in day out for days, weeks, months...
there are going to be days when you know this is no way to
live your life. If this is what the quality of your life has
become, it's just not worth it. Days when you say, I want
to quit, I can't do this. It's too much to carry constantly.
You cry, scream, well you would if you had the energy, but
you don't. But there is the promise, and most days,
you know deep inside that promise is certain and you have
what it takes to get there. Just some days... oh how you pray
to God to please get you through just the next few moments,
make it end one way or another. You can't think of hours or
days, yes, your life is in moments. And thats how you take
it. Liz, you can do this, you trained for this. It's
the worst marathon you'll ever run, but you KNOW the finish
line will come if you just put your head down and concentrate
on each step individually. Don't think about the ones that
come after that, you're in the BMZ right now. They aren't
all going to be bad days, moments. During your journey you
will have some of the most remarkable days you will ever experience.
The things you will learn about yourself and just about everything
else you didn't know you wanted to know about. The people
you will meet. Your going to be touched by the most amazing
people. I'm certain some of them are angels sent to help you
along the way.
all seemed so appropriate that it came on my day where everything
is dedicated to you. The final pieces of my journey have come
together this Tuesday. I look where I have been and I'm amazed.
I look where you are and the tears come. I feel like I'm passing
the baton to you, but it's not a baton I want to pass. I pray
for a day when no one has to run this race. Today my day was
rich and full of wonderful surprises. Good things are happening
with me right now. I signed on today to tell you about my
"run" for you and I read what your mother said about
where you are. It just seemed the time to tell you all this.
I remember a day when I was fighting to accept where I was.
Everything seemed so dark and hopeless. Jerry was driving
me and we saw the most amazing rainbow. Actaully, it was a
double rainbow. I remember thinking back to my youth in bible
class and reading why God created the rainbow. Liz, that rainbow
was a promise from God to you. This too shall pass.
had a totally awesome Tuesday, one day I will pass that baton
to you too.
From Kitty Cole, Janesville, Wis-cow-sin
was the weekly SWAT (Southern Wisconsin Area Triathlon Team)
workout: swim in the 50 meter outdoor pool, bike on country
roads and run miles on a bike path, finishing with two kick
didn't join in as much with the usual banter and teasing during
the workout, rather I wanted to focus on pushing myself and
reaching a little deeper. I had a good workout with the best
run I've had in months because I'm just about healed from
some nagging injuries I've been nursing. Good timing as IronMan
is in two weeks and 3 days, but who's counting!!
past Saturday I participated in a Master's Open Water Swim
race, it was the 2.4 miles of the IronMan swim. I've struggled
with my swims because when I get bumped, kicked, hit and pushed
down, I panic, and then I can't breathe, and then my asthma
kicks in and I generally fall apart. I had a breakthrough
on Saturday and gave me great hope. I've started "swimming
50's," as my strategy and as a way to focus and it seemed
to work. I know how many strokes it takes for me to do a 50
in the outdoor pool, so I count until I do 9 (a quarter mile)
and then start over.
I struggled to reach the summit of Pike's Peak, I counted
100 steps at a time and then started over, 100 more, again
and again. The repition allowed my mind to focus and relax
at the same time and helped me reach the top. The same thing
happened during the swim.
found I was able to count strokes and still let my brain think
about many other things. I was able to think of Liz and the
struggle she's in. I was able to think of my son, leaving
for Iraq in two days time, leaving from a place so far away
I couldn't send him off with a hug or a kiss. So I swam and
counted and did the swim with 20 minutes to spare in the IronMan
next day, Sunday, I competed in an International Distance
triathlon and once again was faced with the anxiety of the
swim. I used my counting strategy again and was able to push
myself a bit without losing control and kept my breathing
in my comfort zone. I actually passed some people from my
knew I would be sending this report, letting Liz know I was
thinking of her struggle, knowing my struggle was pretty inconsequential
compared to hers. For me, it's important to stay strong, push
myself to get better and improve, because I can honor others
who fight to get strong and get better.
thought in the race and during my workout how easy it is to
say, "I'm tired, I think I'll stop." Liz doesn't
have that luxury right now. My son Joe, who is now in Iraq,
doesn't have that luxury right now.
I will continue to stay as strong as I can, pushing to improve
where I can, looking forward to September 10th where I can
once again, swim and count stroke after stroke, bike and count
stroke after stroke, run and count to 100 if I need to, all
to get to the finish line. Hoping that if I\'m strong enough
to finish, Liz will be strong enough, others who are ill,
will be strong enough and my son will be strong enough.
From Cher in OH
night was the inaugural running of the Corazan Club &
Spa Fore Miler. It was a 4 mile race being held in conjunction
with the Wendy's Classic LPGA tournament. Since a perk of
running the race was 2 all week passes to the tournament,
2 free beers, sandwiches, and the starting line was 2 miles
from my house, how could I pass up the opportunity?
decided to do a warm up by running the 2 miles over to the
starting line. I left about an hour before the race so I would
have a chance to cool down before the start. Temps were about
85*, but the humidity wasn't bad at all. Once I started running,
I felt a nice breeze, but my legs were tight. I didn't figure
on having a good race at all. It really didn't matter, since
the night was going to be a family affair. My son, Jon, and
daughter-in-law, Heather, were both supposed to race and Milt
was babysitting the grandbaby. Heather went and got her foot
R-U-N-D, rund over, on Sunday, so she backed down to the 1
guess I forgot to mention that this was a RBJB race. So, who
do I see? Not RBJB, but Shelton walking around snapping pics!
Shelton threw me on the phone with Harriet, so I got to chat
with her and then we gave Shelton his assignment - to make
sure that Heather would still get her 2 free beers even though
she couldn't run. She was worried.
the race starts, it's a quick downhill followed by a half
mile uphill. I just chugged away. The start was rather crowded
so I focused on just getting into a rhythm. My only goal was
to run faster than my 4th of July 4 miler, which was a 37:29.
I hit the one mile marker in 7:57, that didn't seem right.
Oh, I hit it again at 9:09, that's more like it! At this point,
the course did a loop around a relatively flat metropark.
I was getting tired, but tried to maintain the pace. Mile
2, 9:09. How's that for consistency? Mile 3, 9:08 - getting
faster!!! Now, remember the half mile uphill at the start?
Well, we got to run back down it at the finish. I was hoping
for another 9:09, but was surprised to see the finish line
clock displaying 35:xx once I got within it's sight. A llittle
sprint up a hill and I'm in at 35:59 - watch time!!! Dropping
30 seconds off of my final mile and a full minute and a half
off of my last 4 miler. Jon, the overachiever, finished a
full 10 mins in front of me and Heather & Milt enjoyed
post race party was rather nice. A good band, good beer, food,
etc. We hung out for awhile and baby Alex really enjoyed the
music. We stood her up on the table and she was bouncing to
the beat. This was her first race and she seemed to enjoy
it! She had better get used to it, since I think she'll be
going to a bunch more.
really was a nice evening being able to hang out with family
and to visit with Penguins. Harriet was the first Penguin
that I'd met, and it's amazing that 10 yrs later we're still
friends. I never knew how much a little email list would make
an imact in my life.
and Heather? She's taking lessons from Shelton, when we put
the stroller back into the car, goomies spilled out all over
the darn place! A true Penguin.
that you're having a good day Liz! Take care.
had such a great response that older Run For Liz reports are
on a separate page in order to keep the download speeds reasonable...
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