My race outfit for Sunday's race.
I have shared before that I have one major flaw--well if you ask my family they would say more than one, but I digress. This flaw causes me to cry anytime I feel a strong emotion, great happiness, sadness, frustration, anger, it all causes the tears to begin to stream non-stop from my eyes. It can be extremely embarrassing, and when I am angry at someone, not at all effective in getting my point across. It is one of the main reason I have chosen not to go into administration. I can just see myself having a run in with an angry teacher or parent and then locking myself in my office as I roll up in a ball and have a good cry. Like I said before, embarrassing.
On Sunday I had the great pleasure of running the San Diego Half Marathon for the second year in a row. It is a beautiful race that takes participants through different areas of the San Diego downtown, and last year it ended in the middle of Petco Park. This race was especially sweet for me because I got my last personal best race time at this venue.
Last year Kay and I were able to run this inaugural race together with a few of our close friends. It was the first race where Kay and I had trained together and planned to push each other throughout the course. At mile 6.5 at one of the water stops, we completely lost track of each other. I kept looking back for her, but I never could locate her until she crossed the finish line. As I looked back to include a picture of us on that day, I realized that we never even took a picture together.
So, as I passed the same area where I lost Kay last year, all of a sudden I began to tear up. My chest got tight, the tears began to flow, and I honestly thought I was going to need to stop to regain my composure. I hadn't cried since the day Kay told me she had cancer, so I wasn't quite sure what had caused me to have these same feelings once again. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wasn't sad. I was angry. Angry that Kay couldn't run this race with me. Angry that Kay was having to suffer through cancer treatments that cause her to feel weak and not herself. Angry that I still couldn't find a reason for why Kay was having to go through this great challenge.
Then this week Kay posted a video that has been in the works about her cancer journey--Chick Interrupted. A videographer from UCSD followed Kay on one of our runs, to one of her appointments, during her cancer surgery, and he put together a beautiful film to encourage people to get their colonoscopy. Finally, I feel I understand the good that can come from this challenge--she is going to be a part of saving people's lives.
So I am hoping that you will help me pass Kay's message on to others by sharing her video with your family and friends. Let's make Kay's journey worth the effort, and then I will finally be able to find meaning in her great challenge. The Kay Mueller Colorectal Cancer Story, "Chick Interrupted"
On Sunday I had the great pleasure of running the San Diego Half Marathon for the second year in a row. It is a beautiful race that takes participants through different areas of the San Diego downtown, and last year it ended in the middle of Petco Park. This race was especially sweet for me because I got my last personal best race time at this venue.
Last year Kay and I were able to run this inaugural race together with a few of our close friends. It was the first race where Kay and I had trained together and planned to push each other throughout the course. At mile 6.5 at one of the water stops, we completely lost track of each other. I kept looking back for her, but I never could locate her until she crossed the finish line. As I looked back to include a picture of us on that day, I realized that we never even took a picture together.
So, as I passed the same area where I lost Kay last year, all of a sudden I began to tear up. My chest got tight, the tears began to flow, and I honestly thought I was going to need to stop to regain my composure. I hadn't cried since the day Kay told me she had cancer, so I wasn't quite sure what had caused me to have these same feelings once again. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wasn't sad. I was angry. Angry that Kay couldn't run this race with me. Angry that Kay was having to suffer through cancer treatments that cause her to feel weak and not herself. Angry that I still couldn't find a reason for why Kay was having to go through this great challenge.
Then this week Kay posted a video that has been in the works about her cancer journey--Chick Interrupted. A videographer from UCSD followed Kay on one of our runs, to one of her appointments, during her cancer surgery, and he put together a beautiful film to encourage people to get their colonoscopy. Finally, I feel I understand the good that can come from this challenge--she is going to be a part of saving people's lives.
So I am hoping that you will help me pass Kay's message on to others by sharing her video with your family and friends. Let's make Kay's journey worth the effort, and then I will finally be able to find meaning in her great challenge. The Kay Mueller Colorectal Cancer Story, "Chick Interrupted"
Next year we will be running this together Kay!
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