WALKING FOR A CAUSE...AND SOMETIMES JUST BECAUSE

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Could this be on the SF route?


Looking at the route information...this lovely staircase on Lyon Street is kind of on the way to the last cheering station of the day...

Another view for your cackling pleasure...because I know you're laughing at me for 1) even thinking about these being part of the walk and 2) because you know how much I love stairs...


Of course if we do those stairs, it'll be after Land's End...


So...yay?

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Last Long Training Walk Until the 3 Day

We headed for San Francisco so that I could get in one last decently long training walk before the SGK 3 Day. We checked the weather and it looked good for today; 65 degrees and very low wind.

Still, we weren't exactly surprised when we approached the Golden Gate Bridge and it was enveloped in fog. That didn't make getting out of the car at the Pier 39 garage any nicer...we were both in shorts and t-shirts, and if not for the track jackets I'd shoved in the car, we probably would have had a lot more choice words to say.

But, it's San Francisco. Mid 50s there is like 40s here, and we knew once we got moving we'd warm up and at some point we'd see sun.

One of the walks I've wanted to make for a while is to walk from Market Street to the Golden Gate Bridge and back. That's fine for me, not so fine for the Spouse Thingy. So we started at the Pier and headed back towards the GGB, a little over 6 miles away.

Once we got to Marina Green, we started seeing a little bit of sun and had warmed up a little bit. Instead of walking along the street we walked along the marina, and this little guy was sitting there, not bothered one bit by the people around him.

He was a reluctant model at first, turning his butt to the camera, but the Spouse Thingy was persistent and managed to get him to practically pose.

We headed for Crissy Field and walked the promenade path, and gradually lost the sunshine. As we got closer to the GGB, it got colder and wetter.

Yes, my cargo shorts are tres spiffy. They add 15 pounds, but what the hell. They're comfortable and hold a lot.

Except warm.

They didn't hold a lot of warm.

We stopped at the Warming Hut, just a little short of the Bridge. I was keeping track of distance and we were at 5 miles by then, and was starting to think of the Spouse Thingy's feet. He's done 10 in a day before, but that was downtown with lots of stops and starts and sitting down.

This was pretty much continuous, so we turned around and headed back for Pier 39.

The sun was out on Marina Green again, but the wind was pretty stiff.

Note the wonderful hair day I was having.

Not to mention, the way it blew my shirt made for bigger boobs...

We stopped just before the Pier so that I could grab a burger, then I left the Spouse Thingy at the Pier with his Kindle, and empty stomach, and lots of fishy places to choose from for his lunch, while I kept walking.

In order to get the same Market to GGB basic walk, I headed down the Embarcadero, but went a little further than Market Street.

I have no idea what this is, but it was just past the Ferry Building.

Someone's personal escape pod?

Old bomb gone wrong?

Whatever, it was shiny.

I headed toward the Bay Bridge, with a little voice in the back of my head saying I should go to AT&T Park, but then I realized I really didn't know how far that was or if it was a good idea even if it wasn't too far.


I got to this thing and figure it was a good place to turn around.

Nope, don't have a clue about it.


Lots of people hanging out around it, asking for money. In a 2-3 block span around it I was hit up twice as much as I was in the preceding 12 miles.

By the time I got back to the Pier I was at 14...went past it a way, wandered into a Walgreen's looking for Second Skin, helped some older couple who wanted Benedryl but couldn't find it, then went back for the Spouse Thingy.

For some reason, he was tired and napped off and on during the 2 hour ride home.

Nope, he was not driving.

All in all, I got about 16 miles in, he got in 10 (which is freaking good for not training for it.)

From here on out I think it'll be all maintenance walks, 10 miles or fewer. No sense risking blisters and the like at this stage of the game.

10 more days!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Rock the pink from head to toe?

Ok, well, to ankle, because my shoes are not pink.

I have a pink shirt.

If the fabric dying works, I will have pink shorts if the tights prove be a bad idea for a long walk.

I have a pink hat.

So...

Pink hair?

The major thing about this...I would have to bleach my hair pretty much white before applying it, so even though the pink is semi-permanent, the bleach would be forever-until-my-hair-grows-out.

So my head would be odd colored for a very long time.

Very long time.

Very.

Friday, August 26, 2011

...and the winners is...

Winner of the iPad:

Congrats Gael!












Winner of the Kindle:


Congrats Lynne!











Winner of the Nano:


Congrats Whut?!









I'll be sending you each an email via the 3day.org site to "officially" inform you of your prize.

And thank you EVERYONE! So far we've raised a total of $3674 and I'm only $926 from hitting my goal for Atlanta...but there's lots of time left for that, and OF COURSE THERE WILL BE PRIZES!

(Probably not iPad type prizes, but prizes nonetheless!)

YOU PEOPLE ROCK!!!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

It had a/c...

The nice thing about the mall on a hot day--air conditioning. The downside to the mall on any day: it gets boring going round and round.

But that's where we headed today; the original plan was to go into SF again, but I was having medication issues and frankly, the idea of driving that far was kind of cruddy.

So, we went to the mall and walked, racking up 5 miles.

Not too bad.

Things were on sale.

Money was spent.

But not at the Apple store, where temptation was strongest...

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Chomp, Chomp

Just a tad under 15 miles today. I headed for the factory outlet mall not too long after I got out of bed at later than I should have, with a goal of 12-15 miles. I was fully prepared, though, to bail after just a few if my back clenched up.

My back decided to play nice today and I got into a pretty good rhythm right off the bat, and I was moving along at about a 3.4 mph pace. I made myself take a break at 6.5 miles so that I could change socks and get a drink, though there was that temptation to just keep going and get it over with quicker.


When I sat down with my large Diet Pepsi and started to fish for my cell phone (because what’s a break without playing on Facebook?) when a woman about my own age approached, gesturing to my arm.

“What’s that thing? Is that like one of those ankle monitors? But why is it on your arm?” I couldn’t get a word out, she was just barreling on. “And how come you’re outside? Aren’t you supposed to be stuck at home? Do they know you’re out here?”

I love it when I get a chance to think before speaking. It happens so rarely.

“I get a day pass if I go thirty days without biting anyone.”

Sadly, I must not have the greatest poker face, because after a measured beat she laughed and asked again, “what is it?”

It’s a Body Media armband; it measures the calories I burn. It does a bunch of other things, but that was the easiest to explain. At the end of the day I can connect it to my computer, and see how much I burned off during the day and compare it against how much I ate.

I think she was actually disappointed.

She moved on, I moved on. I did a few more miles and stopped for lunch at 11.5 miles; since I was close to 12 miles I settled on a Subway sandwich, knowing it might not agree with me. If it didn’t, I could just get in the car and go home. If it did, yay.

What it did was make me realize how freaking hungry I really was. I scarfed it down, and if not for knowing that if I ate anything more I would really regret it, I might have gotten another one.

I looped the stores a couple more times, and at 14.75 or so I was so close to the car that I decided I was done. I could have gone on, but the car was right there.

The good news is that going another 5 didn’t feel like it would be a problem at all. I had one tiny blister that I slapped some 2nd Skin on and covered with some Elastotape when I changed my socks, but it felt fine after that.

Nineteen more days!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

In lieu of talking about a walk that didn't happen

here's a cute picture of a dog with a bone.


Or it could be rawhide. It's still cute.

Today's intended 15 has been delayed until tomorrow thanks to a mostly sleepless night and a very ouchy back. I think even if I had slept well I would have put it off because I'm babying the back a bit; with only 20 days until the SF 3 Day, I don't need to push it and wind up throwing it out now. If I did, it would be a couple months of healing and frankly, I don't want to walk with bask spasms.

I'm delicate that way.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

6ish miles SF

We took the BART San Francisco today so I could get a few hills in, and all in all we walked about 6.5 miles. I wanted to get off at the Civic Center stop, because we usually get off a stop earlier, and I knew the Spouse Thingy hadn't seen the area before.

It was pretty cool for about 10 minutes...I had it in my head it would take longer to wander around there, but once you've seen the spiffy city hall building and the others surrounding it, you've seen them and it's time to move on.

So we headed up Hyde Street. I know where Hyde ends--not too far from Ghiradelli Square--but I'd never been on the south end of it, so what the heck. why not?

Ah, well, now I know why not.

It's not the most touristy of places to be in San Francisco. It's so not touristy and kinda rough that we turned on Eddy and headed for familiar territory. A couple of blocks down Eddy and we heard the whoop-whoop of a siren and looked around; across the street, surrounded by several bike cops, there was an old guy flat on his face, half in the street and half on the sidewalk. Other than the police, no one seemed especially concerned.

Maybe because it was half a block from the Tenderloin police station? Or maybe because they either didn't give a damn or are used to people face planting onto the pavement? I dunno. His fingers were twitching so he was alive, but I'm guessing by not very much.

We kept on walking, until we were at Powell Street, where the cable car line begins (or ends, depending on your POV.) The line to get on the cable cars is long, usually a good hour's wait long, and there's always someone there dancing or singing for donations.

We've seen this guy a few times and he's pretty good, but today he had help from a toddler who decided to dance right along with him.

I don't think he was as amused as we were.

From there we just wandered. we headed up Powell because it's got a decent incline to it, and I grumbled about my knee not liking how steep it is and how damn high my heart rate was going. No whining, though. Just grumbling.

We didn't stay long, just long enough to learn that the Tenderloin is not going to be on our future list of Places to Walk, and long enough to get a few hills and a little over 6 miles in.

Only 3 and a half weeks to go... I may get one or two more really long walks in, but for the most part I think from here on out it's going to be 8-10 miles at the most with lots of shorter walks, mostly to preserve my back. That's the one thing that bothered me today and what stopped me nearly dead in my tracks at about 6. We took a break for lunch and Motrin, but that was it. I was done.

It was enough, though. The distance was about right for today and the hills were a necessity; I'll do similar length walks this week and do a long one this weekend, if I can decide where. I'd like to avoid the heat if I can.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Where we're camping this year


Treasure Island
2000 walkers and hundreds of crew members
Better get your swim on!










(OK, fine take the ferry. Wimp.)

Friday, August 12, 2011

Just shy of 15 miles

For a while today I harbored thoughts of doing 18 miles, but a late start combined with heat ended that notion. I didn't leave the house until after 11, stopped for lunch at 7 miles, frozen yogurt at 10, and was feeling decent still and another 8 was not out of reach.

Seen on a truck just before I stopped for lunch...it made me giggle a little...

But then I hit 13 miles and the heat was starting to get to me, and I couldn't find any shade to walk in, so I headed towards home.

At 14 miles, just a mile from home, I thought I was in serious trouble. Nauseated, breathing hard, gut churning...I had deep enough doubts about being able to cover the last mile that I tried calling the Spouse Thingy, even though I knew the sound on the phone in the bedroom was turned off.

The only thing to do was press on...but when I hit the door I was about 3 different kinds of blah, and when the Spouse Thingy got up just fifteen minutes later, he strongly suggested I get into the pool to cool off.

Half an hour later, after twenty minutes in the pool and a few in the shower, i actually feel human again.

But definitely...this year the heat is my enemy, and the blisters not so much (though I did pop up a small one today, but some Second Skin covered by Elastoplast and it's fine.)

I'm taking tomorrow as a rest day, maybe hop on the bike for a bit.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I'll take what I can get

I headed for the outlet mall in Vacaville today to knock a few miles off in the shade (and where I could duck into air conditioned stores if I wanted...) and I wore a spiffy 3 Day t-shirt.


I noticed a few people reading it, but that was it. Mild curiosity. I zipped along at a pretty good clip, and on my second lap around I decided to cave into a craving for jelly beans and went into the Jelly Belly Store.

I only grabbed like 4 ounces of jelly beans, but when I went to the counter someone behind me said, "Cool shirt," and then "Give her a discount. She has the shirt."

The shirt.

That made it sound cool.

She turned out to be the manager, and we talked for a few minutes; she's done a Team in Training walk, and last year her daughter participated in the SF 3 Day.

For the record, I'm not the only one who thinks the stairs in Land's End are satanic.

All in all I did 6 miles today, and did 6 yesterday at Six Flags. I'm not sure how many I'll do tomorrow; I'm feeling better but I seemed to have lost a little endurance over the week I didn't walk. Mentally, I'm preparing for 12-15, but if I have to cut it off before then, I'm not beating myself up over it.

Plus, that would be an excuse to head for SF next Tuesday and do a really long walk there.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Feeling mostly human today

Other than being tired--and that thanks mostly to Max, who felt a deep need to have a conversation with me every 45 minutes last night--I felt mostly good today. About 95%. Good enough to hit the gym and spend an hour on the treadmill.

While the Spouse Thingy headed for the weights (without warming up...yeah, I know...) I headed for the treadmill. I plopped my iPad down and opened the book I've been reading and started to walk...

...and got to half a mile and realized I didn't have a whole lot of oomph in me.

In fact, my endurance was pretty much nil. At this point on the treadmill, a little over half a mile, when I've increased the belt speed, I'm usually just starting to get into my groove, not looking for a way out of it.

A quick HR check...20bpm over normal.

So, maybe I'm not quite recovered, and maybe I need to give myself a few shorter walks before jumping into a long one.

I'd intended on a longish one tomorrow. Instead, we're going to Six Flags where I can get a good 5-7 miles in, but take lots of breaks.

There's one month to go...I don't want to do anything stupid, but at the same time I need to really kick it into high gear.

Goal is to be able to do 12-15 one day this weekend. Well, to do it and not cry.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Taking Names for 2011

The cape for 2011
In one month we'll be headed for San Francisco and the host hotel we're staying at the night before the start of this year's 3 Day.

I have a new cape this year, and as I did last year I'll wear it on at least Day One...but it's blank, peoples.

It needs names.

It needs the names of the people you love who have fought breast cancer, those you want remembered for the battle, and those you want to honor for the victory.

Whether on my cape or on a t-shirt, those names will go with me every step of the way, and carrying them would be my honor.

I still have last year's cape and t-shirts, and will write those names on it... as much as I'd like to think that there are no more to add, I suspect there are.

So please, allow me to carry the names of the people who mattered to you, who fought like hell against a disease that seems so unfair all the way around. Just add them in the comments, and onto the cape they will go.

This means you, as well. If you're reading this and you're battling breast cancer or survived it, please let your name go onto my cape.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Blah

I haven't walked since last Tuesday when I flitted around SF in pink spandex. Still feeling like krap, though today's krap is less like being run over by a truck and more like having been beat up by a wayward gang of ticked off 10 year old kids. I'm sweating like I'm at mile 15 of a 20 on a warm day, my head is spinning, I'm sleepy...which means I'm probably getting better.

But still...haven't been able to walk, not even a little bit on the treadmill.

Even if I feel spiffy tomorrow, I know better than to push it, which means Tuesday at the earliest. And a week off my feet means it's probably not going to be the fastest or most fun of walks when I do get to it.

I'd originally wanted to head back to SF next week and walk along the Great Highway, but we'll see.

Only a month to go...I really don't need to be in a not-training mode at this point.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Hahaha I'm EVIL!!!
Today's intended 12-15 mile walk was thwarted by, I think, a freaking bee.

Yesterday the Spouse Thingy and I went for a bike ride and stopped for lunch; within 5 minutes of getting back on the bike to head home I started feeling not-so-wonderful.

I spent the rest of the afternoon feeling incrementally worse, was in bed by 11 pm, and slept--other than getting up to pee and get a drink--until almost 11 this morning, and still felt like krapola.

Then this evening I realized I had a sore spot and looked...and then pulled put a stinger.

I'm guessing it was a bee, but I didn't get nearly as sick as I have in the past...no horking up of the toenails, just some unpleasantness and feeling like carp. I don't go into anaphylaxis, so it's less of a worry than bees are for most people with allergies, but still. Not fun.

If I'm feeling a little better tomorrow I'll go for a shorter walk.

If not...missing a few days won't do me in.

OTOH, I kinda want to get a long walk in and towards the end I want to try a new thingy I have for hot spots, Elastoplast. Supposedly it sticks better than Moleskin.

Yeah. I want a hot spot.

Go figure.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Not exactly an oddity in San Francisco...

DSC_0081

Hard rockin' the pink...


Because I made certain promises, which I am being reminded of with amazing frequency, the Spouse Thingy and I headed into San Francisco today to take a few more Rock the Pink Spandex pictures.

I got a few sideways glances, but face it, I was in SF and didn't exactly pop onto peoples' This-Is-Weird radar. Most people there have seen much, much odder...

Still, I wandered through crowds wearing my spiffy pink tiger striped spandex and awesome cape, and the Spouse Thingy and DKM captured it for posterity.

It's all for the boobies, people...

30 More Pix on Flickr!


Oh yeah...and we walked about 9 miles for training while we were at it, too!