"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Friday, December 08, 2006
Ohh kaay! I'm packed for Vegas. It's always harder to pack when you want to pack light. I did pretty good - simple, organized, light, yet still prepared for anything at the marathon. I'm glad the temps will be a little warmer this weekend than they have been. Tim called and said he'll meet me at the gate when I arrive just to say hello. He works at the Vegas airport, so I thought that was a really nice thing for him to do. I'll then head to the expo and get my race packet, say hi to the Zombies, and then go to dinner with Scott, Leah, and few other runners. Leah is running the marathon and Scott is the "supporter." Nice. Leah and I will likely talk excitedly about the Death Valley Trail Marathon for which we both registered the other day. Then, I'll catch a few hours sleep, wake ultra early (literally - the marathon starts at 6 am), run easy, and hope I can make it back to my hotel in time to shower before check out (for the sake of the person I have to sit next to on the plane). Then I'm headed back to the airport for a convoluted connecting flight back home. Should be perfect!
I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.
This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.
This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.
This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!
This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!