Buying gifts for a runner can be challenging. Really, they may have already bought all the things they need. Between new shoes and gear, free race shirts, and all the gels and salt tabs, it may seem like they need nothing!
Sometimes a great book about running or by a runner is the best gift of all! It will give the special runner in your life something to read while traveling to or tapering for the next big race!
Here are some favorites of mine that I highly recommend:
Bravey by Alexi Pappas
One of my friends is a former Olympian for the marathon, and she literally shoved this book in my hand one day and insisted that I read it immediately! Bravey is transformative. A memoir of sorts, Alexi details her difficult childhood, how she fell in love with running, and follows her career through the Olympics. She is honest, vulnerable, and quirky, and talks a lot about mental health. I couldn’t put this book down until I was done.
Let Your Mind Run by Deena Kastor
Another Olympian, Deena offers her story about overcoming mental challenges during her running career. Not only does she tell us her story, but she also offers suggestions about how to improve your mental fitness. Her book left me feeling inspired and definitely helped me with my training, reminding me that the marathon is mostly mental, and that positive self-talk is essential.
Marathon Woman by Kathrine Switzer
Kathrine was the first woman who officially ran the Boston Marathon. She also officially debunked the myth that women’s uteruses would fall out from the stress of running 26.2 miles. You may recall seeing a picture of her running, surrounded by men, with someone trying to physically pull her off the Boston course. Her life was not easy, nor was her journey toward running the marathon. But endurance running as we know it would not be possible without Kathrine. I wanted to sign up for ALL the marathons after reading her book!
Finding Ultra by Rich Roll
Rich Roll is a legend. You may know him more for his very successful podcast. Taking his life from the absolute bottom, he turned things around, seeking clarity. He transformed his life by shifting to a vegan diet and started competing in ultramarathons and triathlons. His memoir inspired me to tackle the ultra myself and positively reinforced my vegan journey.
Good to Go by Christie Aschwanden
If your runner loves to geek out on science, they may love this book about recovery. Christie researches different modalities for recovery and debunks lots of tried and true methods we have learned to feel better after injury and exercise. I first heard about her book while listening to her interview on NPR, and she talked about lots of current research I had read and trusted as a physical therapist. I ordered her book that day.
Here are some titles on my personal wish list which have just been or are awaiting release:
I just ordered this book for myself. Highly recommended by Kathrine Switzer, it details the racial disparity in the sport of endurance running. I recently wrote an article for my local run club’s magazine about inclusion in the Richmond running community, and learned just how challenging the culture can be for my Black friends. I’m looking forward to learning more.
Choosing to Run: A Memoir by Des Linden
Set for release in April 2023 and currently available for pre-order, this memoir by Boston Marathon winner and current 50k world record holder Des Linden should be excellent! Des spoke at a local running event a few years ago, and she was very inspiring!Â
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I hope this list inspires you to give the runner in your life something different and meaningful this holiday season!
Black Friday marks the true beginning of the holiday shopping season. Ah, yes. The day that American consumers dream of, setting alarms to wake up extra early, camping out at the door or their local Walmart, all to score a deal on a giant screen TV or some other coveted item no one really needs.
We recently met some friends for dessert on Thanksgiving day. As some were perusing the Black Friday deals, a harrowing story was told.
A few years ago, they were waiting at the local big box store for the games section to be unwrapped, marking that the fight to grab Black Friday bargains had begun. A woman holding an infant let her hunting and gathering desires supersede her mothering instincts, and once the plastic wrap had been cut, threw her baby into the air, diving toward the games. Board games, mind you. Like Scrabble or Monopoly. That infant was instantly trampled as everyone rushed to get to the merchandise. They had to close the store. I’m not certain what happened to the baby.
You see, we are primed to chomp at the bit to save a little money. Advertisements reel us in with the promise of a deal, all if you can get to the store early enough to grab the limited supply available. It’s like runt syndrome. Some may call it FOMO: fear of missing out.
Corporations seem to prey on consumers, coming up with deals to draw us into their stores. I wonder if they sit back and watch video footage of us, laughing hysterically as eager shoppers fight over the crumbs they’ve offered to customers on Black Friday. It’s probably as entertaining to them as the Super Bowl. But then, I’m not a fan of that big game, either.
I am a fan of Black Friday’s companion, Small Business Saturday, however. I do love to support local businesses. Its other companion, Cyber Monday, brought an excessive sum of emails. The sheer volume was overwhelming, flooding my social media feeds with complaints from my friends.
I find myself in recent years, especially now that my children are practically adults, feeling very apathetic about the whole holiday season. It feels so transactional. On a spiritual note, Christmas no longer has the same meaning as it did as a child, as I no longer fully believe in Christianity. The commercialization of the holiday definitely doesn’t help.
The season even begins earlier than it used to. Once Halloween is over, Christmas begins. I remember as a child that a local business started decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving. A swift boycott followed, the community was so enraged. But now, this is commonplace. Will we buy more if the season starts early?Â
When you take away all of the icky layers with which commercialism imposed by capitalism has coated the season, we can still salvage this time of year. I still love it. But I have to turn off the ads and ridiculous pressure to buy merchandise to find the simplicity of the holidays. I’ll still put up my tree. I’ll still treasure the time spent with family, but the emphasis is less on the gifts than it is on the joy and traditions of the season.Â
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Are you disenchanted with the holiday season, too? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
My patients were right: getting old ain’t for sissies
I found myself wandering the beauty and self-care aisles of a random TJ Maxx recently. I spotted something I hadn’t seen before: hydrogel eye patches. I was intrigued.
There wasn’t just one choice, but several, and one stood out to me. A pink box with a panda on it. Not only were there 30 pairs, not just 5 like in some of the other choices, but they were also on clearance for $6.
This is what my life has come to. Being desperate enough in my fight with crow’s feet to buy clearance undereye patches. I felt like I upgraded to the special forces unit, going above and beyond my daily eye cream. (By the way, I tried these, and they are awesome!)
“Getting old ain’t for sissies,” my patients often tell me. And as we converse about the changes our bodies have been through as we age, they scoff at my new discoveries, telling me I’m still a baby. But am I really?
If I’m still so young, why am I suddenly low-key obsessed with anti-wrinkle and anti-aging products? As that milestone age of 50 stares at me from the future, I suppose this is a natural phenomenon. This doesn’t make me excited about it, though.
My social media feeds are bombarded with anti-aging red light wands, the latest wrinkle creams, and silicone patches to smooth out fine lines. And of course, since I clicked on one of these ads, they have proliferated significantly. They tempt me with their promises of making me look younger.
This begs the question: do these products really work?
I dutifully apply eye cream, face serum, and moisturizer as part of my grooming routine. I can’t tell if I’m starting to look younger or not. But my real fear is what would happen if I wasn’t using these products.Â
I suppose some experiments are best hypothesized and not performed in real life.Â
If it weren’t for the subtle gray streaks forming near my temples which punctuate my already very blonde hair and my gentle crow’s feet that appear every time I smile, I may actually look fairly young. At least my patients think I am. God bless them, because they always assume that I’m in my 20s. They really do know how to make me feel better about myself!
The real question I need to ask myself is: do I really care about looking younger? Or am I just following what the media tells me I should be obsessed with? We all want to look pretty and young, right?
The signs of aging appeared gradually, especially the grey hair. It was so insidious, I wasn’t sure if I was really seeing what I was seeing. But when I saw my parents for the first time in several months, now of advanced age and grey themselves, my dad confirmed my fears.
“When did you start going grey?” he questioned. I don’t know who was more surprised, my father for noticing that his little girl is growing old, or me for him noticing. I wanted to tell him to shut his mouth! But I somehow managed to stay calm, although supremely humbled.
That’s when it hit me: this process toward expiration is very real, and I’m not fooling anyone.
I thought that as I aged I was certain that I would have a who cares attitude just like Jamie Lee Curtis, well known for not fighting the aging process. (I admire her, by the way.) But as I see the signs of aging in my own body, I find myself in a state of mild panic.
This is ironic because, for most of my life, I wanted to look older. When I was in graduate school I was constantly mistaken for a high school volunteer when I was on my clinicals. Little did they know I was 25 and pursuing my master’s degree. Looking young also earns you less respect in professional settings, as I discovered.
These badges of honor like gray hair and fine lines should be something that I’m proud of. Although I’m definitely not proud of my much slower metabolism which is evident by my ever-widening midsection. But now that these signs of age are here, I just don’t think I’m ready for it. I don’t exactly feel old yet. So I seek remedies to outsmart this process.
I continue to work out and run, although my performance is steadily declining. Running has become more of a social and mental outlet than a competitive one, which is fine by me. Again, what would my body look like without this physical intervention?
Best not to tempt fate. Yet another hypothesis that will go untested. I will keep moving.
Choosing an anti-aging remedy like eye cream is a monumental task. I’m so overwhelmed by all of the choices at my local Target or Ulta that I have given up, taking to Trader Joe’s for my skincare needs. It simplifies matters. I’m not sure if these are the best products on the market, but they seem to work fairly well, and it saves my brain from exploding trying to make a choice among dozens in the big box stores (or even the aisles of TJ Maxx).
Maybe this simplicity makes me low maintenance. Maybe it just makes me practical.
And I’d rather not discuss the signs and symptoms of perimenopause. That’s a whole other topic. My life would be infinitely better without night sweats and hot flashes.
I can’t wait to see how else my body will choose to betray me as I inch toward 50. (Not really.) Maybe I’ll get around to dying my hair at some point. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I will just decide to let nature take its course. Or maybe I will fight it tooth and nail. Does that make me a sissy? Maybe I don’t care.
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Is your body starting to show signs of getting older like mine? I still feel fairly young. If only my body would reflect that!
This holiday has always been special for my family. My husband’s family has been taking this particular week for vacation on the Outer Banks of North Carolina for almost 40 years. My husband even proposed to me on Thanksgiving eve 24 years ago. This year, however, the tradition was almost broken.
First, we weren’t going to travel at all. My father-in-law had been ill and on hospice with end-stage Parkinson’s. He was unable to travel. He ended up passing away in October. So then instead of staying home as was necessary to care for him, we decided to try to carry on the tradition. It did work out for us to go with a little help from friends.
It’s bittersweet. There have been lots of waves of grief, especially for my husband and mother-in-law. But I know they are happier that we were able to travel.Â
Finding an affordable place to stay.
We were fortunate to have a friend who facilitated a rental for us that only cost $150 for the week. It was a perfect size for us, even though the place was dated and a couple of blocks from the ocean.Â
Finding vegan food at restaurants
I had two very delicious vegan meals: a Beyond burger and amazing fries at South Beach Togo and Catering, and a special made-to-order meal at Kill Devil Grill, which was sauteed vegetables in an Asian-inspired sauce over rice with picked veggies and arugula. The secret to dining vegan at Kill Devil Grill is calling ahead to specify your dietary restrictions.
Spending time with my daughters
With one in college and the other making final choices about college for next year, my husband and I are about to be empty nesters. I cherish my time with them, especially when they are together. My older daughter loves thrifting and playing scrabble. (She absolutely smoked us in this game.) My younger one loves to find unique coffee shops and art.
Thrift store finds
For some reason, there are abundant unique treasures to be found at beach thrift stores. This visit was no different.
I found a 12” single of We Are the World. My children scoffed at this, unaware of the awesomeness that this song was in the 80’s. I can’t wait to torture them with this on my younger daughter’s turntable.
I was in need of a rain jacket, as I was made keenly aware of a couple of weeks ago trying to hang a sign for the Richmond Marathon in a hurricane. My fellow coaches talk me into some strange shenanigans! But the universe answered my call. I found a Bimini Bay breathable rain jacket for $5. And it’s pink, the color of my training team! It was definitely fate.
Cooking for my family
Making food is my love language. I’m always the cook on vacation.
On the menu? Mediterranean bowl night, Mexican bowl night, and chili. Plus our Thanksgiving day spread. My family had turkey, and I had a Trader Joe’s vegan turkey-less roast. I made vegan green bean casserole and mashed potatoes.Â
But the best part? My vegan chocolate cake, which we got to share with some friends. They couldn’t believe it was vegan!
Running
I’m a few weeks out from my marathon which left me with a very unhappy right knee. I’ve been keeping my runs short this week, and I’m happy that they have been relatively pain-free.
Catching up with an old professor
My Freshman English professor retired from Longwood University and moved to the Outer Banks. Last year, I reached out to him to see if he’d like to meet up. He replied, asking if I was more of a coffee or a wine person. Wine it was! We repeated the meeting this year, so now it’s a new tradition! It was fun to gift him a couple of issues of the magazine I contributed articles to and helped edit. He also met my younger daughter who is considering Longwood as well!
Being at the beach
Growing up in Hampton Roads, I will forever be tied to the water. It’s a part of my soul. There’s something so familiar about the salty air, the sense of freedom invoked by looking over a vast body of water, and the landmarks that were a part of my childhood.
Driving myselfÂ
It may seem silly, but sometimes I just really want to take my time getting somewhere. I want to stop and see interesting things along the way. I want to find a restroom when I want to go, not when my husband does. You know?
My daughter and I made a couple of stops on the way to the beach that otherwise wouldn’t have happened. One was to a cidery right off of the interstate in Phoebus I’d wanted to visit for a long time.
My return trip was rather interesting, as I trusted Siri to navigate to my house, or, what I thought was my house. Apparently, I share an address with someone in a town on the Eastern Shore. What began as what I assumed was a re-route due to an almost 5-mile backup through the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel was confusing, but became obvious that it was the wrong way when I found myself at the toll booth for the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. At least I had a lovely tour of Norfolk and Virginia Beach. And now I know to never fully trust Siri.
But I did make it home. And the backup I thought Siri was helping me avoid wasn’t that bad. And the best part about coming home? Seeing my fur babies!
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If you live in the US, Thanksgiving week kicks off the holiday season. Do you travel for this holiday? I’d love to hear about it!
I made it home from vacation, made a rudimentary attempt to put things away and begin to get my house in order again, and settled down to relax a bit. I haven’t watched TV all week and decided to turn it on.
Scrolling through the channels on the guide, I stopped when I saw that The West Wing was playing. Not just one episode, but a marathon!
Well, if you’ve read my work before, you likely already know that I’m a fan of a marathon. True, it’s usually the running type, but this one works, too!
I once watched the entire series on a streaming service. It was one of the many ways I consoled myself and maintained hope during 45’s presidency. I had almost forgotten how much I love the show. But hearing the theme song made my heart swell with pride and gave me goosebumps.
It’s strange because what I’m proud of doesn’t even exist. It’s a fantasy of how we would like our executive branch to be. How can I be proud of something that doesn’t exist?
I would like to think that our President genuinely cares for our nation and its citizens and that he’s not just in it for power and money. I’d like to think that the people on his team care as well. That the people who run our country are also highly intelligent and witty, always saying just the right things. Our current commander-in-chief is much closer to this than the last one, although he’s still not President Bartlett.
This fictitious White House isn’t America, obviously.
The portrayal of the fantasy is comforting, however. I mean, Martin Sheen as President Bartlett. Allison Janney as the press secretary. Rob Lowe and Bradley Whitford as staffers. Stockard Channing as Mrs. Bartlett. They all play their parts so well.
I wish that our real government functioned as well as fiction. Alas, it does not.
Now, excuse me as I re-immerse myself in the comfortable world of The West Wing.Â
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Do you re-watch comfort shows? Do you love The West Wing as much as I do? I’d love to hear about it!
I’ve been a healthcare provider for over 23 years. As a physical therapist, I get to spend more time with my patients than most medical professionals, and I’ve learned a few things about the description of “non-compliant patient.”
I’ve spent the majority of my career practicing in a hospital-based setting. This is one place where this term is thrown around quite a bit. But this is also where the safety net lies for the critically ill. When we round on patients, we often hear this phrase tossed out as a reason for the medical disaster that caused one’s admission.
A younger version of me bought into this phenomenon, asking questions like, why wouldn’t someone just take the medicine they are prescribed? Why won’t they listen to their doctors? Why would they eat junk food and eat most meals at fast food restaurants, contributing to various chronic diseases? I really didn’t get it.
Certainly, patient education is an important component in managing this common problem, but there are other factors frequently beyond the control of these patients that come into play. Â
When my eyes were opened
My first round of practicing in the home health setting was truly revealing, and I expanded on this enlightenment when I returned to this setting years later.
What you see as a home health practitioner can be both frightening and sad, provoking anger with our society. It also leaves you at a loss for how to best help your patients. How can we call ourselves civilized when we don’t take care of our most marginalized?
I saw patients in some of the poorest parts of Richmond. Some of my patients were on food stamps, Medicaid, and in HUD housing. I had patients who rationed insulin and blood pressure medications. On many visits, I would observe wrappers from fast food meals, empty refrigerators, and mold on the walls, not to mention critters not meant to cohabitate with humans.
How can anyone with a limited income, living amid a food desert, and in terrible housing be “compliant” with recommendations from their doctors? You simply can’t. You’re merely trying to survive.
Add to these problems often associated with aging like limited mobility and dementia, and you have a recipe for disaster.
I encountered one elderly patient who had mobility issues herself but was the primary caregiver for her husband, who had his own mobility issues on top of dementia. She also had diabetes. She couldn’t even successfully load her syringe for her insulin, and often neglected to eat or care for herself because of her husband’s needs. I ended up getting the nurse on my team involved to facilitate a change in her insulin regimen, switching to pre-loaded pens. That was a small help.
But I also had another patient who had no business living on his own. He was also dependent on insulin, and he couldn’t even walk the 15 feet from his couch to his refrigerator to access his medication. Every time he went to the ER, they immediately sent him home, as he was a frequent flyer, even despite my intervention with our agency’s liaisons in the hospital. It was frustrating. He desperately needed help that was beyond my scope of practice.
In these conditions, problems manifest themselves as all of these deficiencies compound upon each other. As a healthcare provider, I was at a loss about how to fix it. I’m the type of practitioner who looks at their patients holistically.
I’m not just there to throw a band-aid on one problem. I want to address all of the contributing factors to health issues and prevent future ones from developing.Â
Preventive care is not a novel idea, but as a healthcare system, the United States fails at this. Yes, with the Affordable Care Act, mandating that this type of care be covered under insurance is a step in the right direction.
But the ACA has also been an excuse for insurance companies to increase premiums exponentially. And with high deductible plans the norm, many average Americans take a wait-and-see approach to any problems that do occur, even among the insured, potentially making a small problem something much worse by the time it gets addressed. How sad that the financial burden of medical care keeps us from seeking help.Â
Cheap calories equals full bellies
No one will dispute the fact that diet contributes to your health. You could even go a step further and say it’s your health’s foundation. But when your nearest grocery store is a Walmart several miles away, and your only transportation is the bus, how do you buy healthy food?
Food deserts are more common in America than you might think, and are a real barrier to living a healthy life. And even if you make it to the store, subsidized food sources like snack foods are much cheaper than whole foods. And if you can’t make it to the store, the neighborhood fast food joint with a dollar menu will suffice.Â
Poor diets, although filling, can lead to a multitude of issues. Obesity, diabetes, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol can all be symptoms of less-than-ideal food choices. But if you look at the circumstances, these aren’t entirely choices. They are strategies for survival forced by the system in which we live.
As a physical therapist, I often encourage my patients to get more active. The simplest form of exercise is simply taking to the streets to go for a walk. But if you look outside the door of many of the homes of my patients, their streets aren’t safe at all. Some neighborhoods don’t even have sidewalks.
Other safety issues besides traffic can also be barriers to exercising outdoors. Some of the neighborhoods I visited as a home health provider were notorious for drug trading and random gunfire. It was always unsettling to see a place on the news close to where my travels had taken me that day.
I had one patient describe the time that she and her husband endured a night of terror where 38 bullets were fired into their house as they lay under their bed, holding tight to each other. How can you ask someone who lives in a neighborhood like this to risk their life just to go for a walk?
Someone with average means may argue that they should join a gym. Sure. Take that extra money you need for medications and food and spend it on a gym membership. That doesn’t make sense. In Richmond, we do have some programs that teach group exercise classes for free in underserved communities. That is helpful, but it’s only once a week. But that also takes transportation to get there.
When you have limited means, you may be forced to make difficult choices between paying rent, buying food, or paying for lifesaving medications that you need to survive. It also affects what medications your doctors prescribe.
Say you have atrial fibrillation and need to be on blood thinners to prevent a stroke. Instead of a new generation, safer drug like Eliquis, which costs upwards of $400 per month, you may stay on traditional coumadin, which requires frequent blood tests to maintain safe therapeutic levels. And then the transportation issue comes into play again, unless you are lucky enough to have home health services that can run these labs for you. It’s a real rabbit hole.
Once poor, always poor, and it’s your fault
Our society is only as strong as its most marginalized members. One of the problems, however, is that in America, we blame the poor for being poor, like it’s a sin. It’s one of the many downfalls of capitalism and even a common theme taught by evangelical churches.
Do a quick Google search on “poor being a sin.” I’ll wait. Some of the results might make you feel ill. Our society takes no responsibility for creating the circumstances that keep people economically disadvantaged. We blame it on the poor. But there’s a whole industry focused on preying on the marginalized, from our prison system to payday loans.Â
To make these problems better, to ensure that patients can be compliant with recommendations for safer housing, better diets, exercising more, and taking their medications as prescribed, we need systemic changes.
Eliminating food deserts, creating safe and affordable housing, making our neighborhoods safer and more inclusive for outdoor recreation, and regulating the cost of medications would be a great start. The problem is, there are too many obstacles in the way. Corporations and localities that will profit from the sick and poor are one problem, but I also don’t think that lawmakers want to hear what it’s really like in the trenches.Â
I was only a tourist in the world of the marginalized, but I take the lessons I learned and observations I experienced with me back to my hospital practice setting. I can now be that voice in rounds who can educate my colleagues on how challenging things can be for those “non-compliant” patients, and I can serve these patients with a greater lens of compassion.
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Have you heard of this term? What’s your impression of the “non-compliant patient.” I’d love to hear your perspective.
The Outer Banks of North Carolina is not a place that is super vegan-friendly, surprisingly. But you can manage to find a few places on the island which serve vegan eats!
One of these places is South Beach, located around milepost 13.5 between the bypass road and the beach road in the Surfside Plaza shopping center.Â
They make several vegan options but have an extensive omnivorous menu as well. During a past visit, I got an item made with buffalo chickpeas that was delicious. During this visit, I was simply craving a burger.
Their vegan burger is made with Beyond beef, and it was everything I hoped it would be. I kept off the vegan mayo and added mustard, ketchup, and pickles. This was served with fries for $14.95.
They pack up all their items to go. When I opened the bag, I realized that the portion of fries was huge! They were also a unique, swirly shape. And these were perhaps the best fries I’ve had in a long time! The shape made them extra crispy on the outside and perfectly tender on the inside. My daughter loved them, too.
South Beach’s several vegan options have multiple flavor profiles, so there’s something to fit every savory craving. Vegan protein options vary from tofu to cauliflower to chickpeas and can be assembled in a bowl, tacos, or a wrap. Flavor profiles include Mexican, buffalo, and Asian. And, of course, don’t forget their Beyond burger options!
Will I go back? Of course! I’ll go again just for the fries! If you’re a vegan on vacation on the OBX, you definitely need to visit this place!
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Have you ever vacationed on the OBX? With its proximity to Richmond, my family loves to visit here. What are some of your favorite restaurants with vegan options on the OBX? I’d love to hear about it!
They say that cats adopt people, not the other way around.
I really wanted another cat. Ever since my baby boy Tigger passed away in 2018, I have felt a void in my life.
Yes, I do also have a dog, But my 75 lb. lab mix, Ellie, is more of a bed thief than a lap dog.
I’ve always had a cat in my home. Now that I didn’t, I missed a cat seeking attention, cuddling in your lap. I missed the antics and zoomies a cat brings to a home. I missed hearing gentle meows and chirps. And so I tried to convince my family that we should adopt one from a shelter.
My husband, however, was not on board with this idea. He was just fine with a cat-free household. And our dog certainly was as well.Â
But this summer, a little orange tabby showed up. We weren’t sure if he was a part of my neighbor’s feral colony (they have several wild cats that they feed). But he was different. And he was neutered!
It began as casual interactions with my girls. He became more and more friendly as the familiarity progressed. They named him Chicken Nugget.
I suppose naming him was step one in this process of being adopted. It was a slippery slope from there.
Soon, I found myself looking at cat food and toys at the store. Once I started feeding him, he really turned on the charm. Step two.Â
He was quite the companion in August when I had COVID. I could sit on the back porch, and he willingly got in my lap.
Gradually, we began letting him inside, all supervised, of course. We made sure there were no negative interactions with our dog. Surprisingly, our dog (mostly) tolerated his presence. Although she loves to discipline the cat if I tell him no to something, like jumping up on the kitchen counter!
This cat seemed very well socialized and was attuned to very human sounds, such as a can opening. He even tolerated me giving him a flea bath!
As it began getting too cold for a domesticated animal to stay outside, I had one final test of indoor cat-dom: can he use a litter box?
Again, my husband was not exactly on board. In fact, when I walked in the door from the store with a plastic bin and a bag of litter, he decried, “What the f*ck is that?”
“A litter box,” I replied. Big sigh from my husband.
I kept placing the cat in the box whenever he would come inside. Imagine my delight to see that he had actually used it! Step three.
And that’s the story of how a stray cat adopted us.
He’s now mostly inside. He has a favorite place to hang out on our patio and pretend to hunt for birds. But he seems quite content to rest close to me, wherever that may be. As I write this, he’s sleeping on the chair next to me.
The universe found a way to fulfill my dream of having another cat, and I’m grateful!
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Do you love fur babies as much as I do? I’d love to hear about your pets!
This isn’t a race recap, exactly. I didn’t race this weekend. I was simply there to support everyone who was!
I woke up Sunday feeling sore from hours of walking, running, and standing. My throat hurts a bit from yelling all day. I’m sunburned from spending a couple of hours on the Lee Bridge without shade. But I’m also immensely proud of my Pink Nation, one of the subteams of the Sports Backers Marathon Training Team.
Mother Nature threw some curve balls in the weekend’s weather. Bearing the brunt of the remnants of Hurricane Nicole on Friday, thankfully, race day eve was punctuated with periods of torrential rain, wind, and tornado warnings.
Those of us Pink Nation coaches who could adjust our work schedules made it out early in the rain pre-race day to hang the Pink Nation sign at the Pope Arch, which greets both half and full marathoners as they enter Northside. I’ve never been able to be a part of this coach’s tradition, so I’m grateful to have learned the secrets! And, y’all, it’s really something! But secrets are secrets.
The Expo
Those who chose to attend the expo Friday may have had to wait in their cars or shelter in place at the Richmond International Raceway as the worst of the storm passed! Trust me when I tell you that it was equally frustrating for the volunteers. But safety first!
I volunteered at the expo on Thursday, spending most of my time at the Richmond Road Runners Club booth! We have new merchandise for sale, including some pretty fabulous custom BOCO gear hats which will be in Lucky Road stores soon. We were also in charge of issuing pacers their official shirts.
I couldn’t make it to the expo last year, so I didn’t get to see how impressive the venue is! Imagine being mere steps from a Nascar track. It was surreal!
Race Day
Saturday morning started with a 4:00 AM wakeup. I made it out the door by 5:00 and had parked downtown before 5:30, even before the folks in charge of the parking garage were there. I was assured that where I parked was fine and that I would only be charged the special $12 rate. They lied. It was $21. Yikes. Volunteering is expensive.
We hung out in our usual space before the race: the Omni Richmond lobby. They are such gracious hosts to all of us! Amazingly, they put up with our shenanigans every year.
We had our benediction and team photo and then headed to the corrals to wait for the start. I found myself grateful to be coaching instead of running. I was already sweating! It’s November!
Although grateful we didn’t have to deal with the severe weather threats from Friday, the storm left sunny skies, heat, and humidity in its path. It’s a bad sign when you are comfortable in a running singlet at the start of a marathon.
As coaches, we harp on our runners to control what they can. Well, the weather is definitely something beyond our control. And it’s been so long since we’ve run in these temperatures, most of us have lost some of our skills in managing our responses to running in summer conditions.
My original plan to support our team was to run the first 5 miles as I have in years past, but after I cut last week’s 8 miler to 2 because of right knee pain, I nixed that plan. Instead, another coach and I rode out to the 5-mile point and cheered our runners, then made our way to the Lee Bridge. I went through an entire bottle of SaltStick fast chews and nearly depleted a can of Biofreeze spray.
The bridge is mentally challenging, and you hit this right before the 16-mile mark. For many runners, the wheels have begun to fall off at this point, especially with the heat and humidity being what it was. Sometimes some electrolytes and cool pain relief are just what you need to power through the next 10 miles.
The concrete monstrosity that is the Lee Bridge carries you across the James River and is usually a place to cool down on the course. Winds are notoriously strong here, and I’d often tell my runners to keep their gloves until they’ve passed the bridge. Those winds can cut like knives! But on Saturday, there was virtually no breeze. We simply baked in the hot sun.
At some point, a runner alerted us to someone who had almost collapsed and was sitting on the sidewalk. I ran back to find her. There she was, on the sidewalk, as described. She was with the larger Sports Backers team, but on a different subteam than mine. She was almost incoherent but still talking. Her heart rate was also pretty high.
Her husband was on speakerphone, obviously concerned. I assured him I wouldn’t leave her until I knew she was OK. I called our head coach, and she tried to get medics to us, but there were so many runners who needed medical care that it took a long time.
I gave her the only aid I had: pickle juice, Biofreeze, and salt. She started to feel better. The medics called her, and she refused care, partly because of the possible medical bills. Who can explain the irrational runner’s mind? Suddenly, she was determined to walk and finish the race. I took her to Main Street at about mile 17 where some members of our walking team adopted her.
This also changed my coaching strategy. I was supposed to ride over to the Diamond, home of Richmond’s Flying Squirrels baseball team, to provide support at around mile 20 of the route. Missing my ride, I cut the course, making my way toward the finish line instead to help the final runners in the last miles.
I found myself standing right in front of NuVegan Cafe, a place I’d never been to! Needing real food and a restroom desperately, I popped in for something to eat that I could grab quickly. Cornbread and cheesecake it was. Both were delicious, by the way, but left me wishing I had picked up something saltier!
I did finally find the coaches’ pod. This was loaded with snacks and drinks for the coaches since we are typically on the course for hours. As I guessed, there was very little that was vegan. I’m glad I stopped at the cafe!
As coaches gathered and waited to cheer on our final runners at the turn to the downhill finish on 5th street, I was surprised to see who did well and who struggled. But to witness perseverance in the face of such brutal conditions is inspiring.
After crossing the finish line with our very special Team Woody, we waited for the very last finishers. Team Woody is our wheelchair participant, his mom, and several other members of our team who worked together to push him! Watching them cross was a great moment!
Several minutes later, I saw a gait I recognized. It was the runner I helped on the bridge. She was lilting to the side, walking with our head coach, who picked her up at mile 20 and walked with her all the way to the finish! I’m so glad she earned that medal!
This is what it’s all about on race day for the coaches. Seeing our team finish, especially despite all of the challenges and uncontrollables, like the weather, is amazing.
The Running of the Dinosaurs
On Sunday, race weekend was capped off by a Road Runners Club event. We finally brought back the T-Rex run, which hasn’t been put on since before the pandemic. It was hilarious to see so many folks in inflatable T-Rex costumes all at once! By the signup numbers, we had enough to break the record. However, only about 200 people in qualifying costumes participated. We hope that next year, we can break a world record.
Another trip to Longwood
My younger daughter signed up for a STEM immersion day on Monday at Longwood University, which is on her short list of possibilities for schools next year. It also happens to be where my older daughter goes to school and where I went as well. We met some very lovely fellow prospective students! I think after this trip, it’s more than likely that we will have another Lancer in the family. It was a nice way to cap off a very busy weekend!
Time to Regroup
One thing is certain: this introverted runner is tired. My body took a beating this season. And I’m peopled out for a while. I will take some time to rest from running heavy miles, focus on my diet, and try some other workouts for a bit. But I will find my joy in running again. I always do.
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Did you participate in any of the Richmond races last weekend? I’d love to hear about it!
After a long day of work for me on a Saturday, and with nothing to cook that made the omnivores in my life happy, we decided to venture out for dinner. My daughter had a craving for Mexican food, but I had another idea. I’d heard from vegan and non-vegan friends that PBR Richmond is awesome! And since they opened a second location in Hanover, we had to try. (I ran past the original Richmond location on my run the next day!)
PBR Hanover was packed that night! I think there was a large party on the patio, and this was the majority of the diners that night. It was only a 15-30 minute wait for the table, but we ended up eating at the bar. Service at the bar was speedy!
We each ordered a pizza. I got the Farmer’s Market, their version of a veggie pizza, which had tomato sauce, fresh tomatoes, mushrooms, artichoke hearts, and olives, topped with fresh arugula. I subbed vegan cheese, as you may have guessed.
It was pretty tasty! I enjoyed the crust and the sauce especially. My pie was a bit delayed, however, as our server noticed that they put parmesan cheese on my pizza, even though it was specifically ordered vegan. I’m grateful that he caught the error!
For my vegan and/or gluten-free friends, note that PBR does not charge extra for making your pizza with vegan cheese or a gluten-free crust! Other restaurants routinely upcharge for these options.
I liked that the location has garage doors, which were open that night, so we got to enjoy some fresh air with the comforts of indoor dining.
I will go back to PBR. The pizza was tasty, the service was great, they have a good adult beverage selection, and they don’t charge extra to make your food vegan! I’m also really grateful that there is a location that’s in my county!Â
Sometimes it’s just nice to go out and have a fantastic pizza and a beer, you know?
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If you live in the Richmond area, have you tried PBR? What did you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts!