My friend John was hit by a tour bus on Saturday and is badly injured. If you can spare a positive thought or a prayer.. well, John is a positive thought kind of person. He's hanging in there, but the injuries are mind-boggling. Of all the people I know, he might have the best attitude to face the long road to recovery because John is just a high energy, happy kind of guy. The full story is here.
Cycling is just too dangerous. I keep saying I'm going to give it up.. and then not doing so. I feel much safer on my own two feet, facing traffic.
The rest feels like mindless drivel in comparison, but here it is anyway.
The Bananaman 5k is this weekend. I should try to make it to packet pick up. I have a really hard time with packet pick up. I inevitably completely forget to go. Ever. Sometimes Katherine bails me out by getting mine for me. But most of the time I just beg for a chip/swim cap/number an hour before the race starts.
At the Bananaman 5k, the top 3 win free jamba juice for a year. The past few years I've been in good run shape and have consistently gotten my annual fix. But this year, I'm getting my ass handed to me left and right on the run. I'm a little heavy, a little sluggish, and my lungs are really holding me back more than anything else. Saturday morning is going to hurt.
In 2007, Ramsey was a banana. He and Uncle Duda tried to do the electric slide in banana costumes. It was amusing. 5ks make me want to barf, and sometimes make me sick for hours after they end. Why must I do it? Oh yeah, the jamba. Today was interval morning. The run included 4 x 1000 at the marathon finish line, followed by long 250 m intervals in the ocean with Stefan's Tuesday swim group. The air is thick with vog again, and you can't see the horizon, but the trade off is glassy, crystal clear ocean. There were turtles all around the group today. And Todd, known for his running prowess and only 2 months into his new sport, hung on to the lead pack for the intervals. Monumental swim.
And this has nothing to do with anything, except maybe that it's a precious life - I found this of Sky at 6 or 7 months old, when I used to dress her up in goofy things and take her picture. I needed a Sky fix.
Rachel- I was just thinking about how much I enjoy pics and stories about your family. Thanks for sharing and good luck at your race. The faster you run the less time you suffer. (yeah right!)
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to hear about your friend, I am sending many positive thoughts. I read about the details of his crash and got chills.
ReplyDeleteGood luck at your 5K.
I cringed when reading about this. I just blogged about when got a huge (and full) slurpee cup chucked at me on my Sunday ride this last weekend. It pegged me right in the ribcage and left a nice bruise. Why couldn't it have hit me in the ass where there is more padding?!?! I'm honestly lucky that it didn't hit my wheel and send me ass over tea kettle. I have some bad friggin' luck on bikes.
ReplyDeleteI was feeling kind of pissy about it until reading your friend's story. I'll stop complaining now and send my energy (in a positive form) his way.
Oh no Rachel, I'm so sorry about your friend. I hope he is able to make a full recovery.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck at races this weekend. A year's supply of Jamba definitely sounds worth racing for!
sending good thoughts
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ReplyDeleteI've been stalking your blog for a little while, but thought I should chime in. I'm so sorry to hear of your friend's accident and my prayers are with him for a full and speedy recovery. I competed in triathlons for a number of years, but after losing several friends to bike training accidents and the birth of my first children, I got into ultrarunning instead - I just had too many close calls. Stay safe out there and good luck with all of your training.
Sorry to hear about your friend.
ReplyDeleteI hope you win the Jamba Juice for a year. That is an awesome prize.
wow. Sorry to hear about your friend. My prayers and thoughs are with him and his family.
ReplyDeleteThat is the best. Prize. Ever. But I do agree - 5K's make me want to puke to. It's like a full out sprint. But I would puke the whole way for the jamba juice!
That is terrible news about your friend but that's great news that he is showing some signs of recovery. I'm sure an amazing attitude helps.
ReplyDeleteJamba Juice for a year? Amazing. That would save me like $30 a week (I have a problem).
I am so sorry to hear about your friend, how awful. After reading about him I know that he will endure and face the long recovery ahead of him. It is a testament to his strength that he survived! I will be thinking of him and sending positive energy.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about your friend. Hope his recovery is speedy.
ReplyDeleteIt is something I worry about on the roads all the time, I guess it is a risk we all take.
Positive thoughts to all his friends and family.
That is a gorgous pic of Sky. A whole year of jumba???? Heaven. Hope John's recovery is going well.
ReplyDeleteOh my.... Sky is a dose of happiness seeing that picture on a cloudy, dark and dank rainy New England day. Not sure what's worse, this or vog!
ReplyDeleteGive it your best shot on the Jamba! Sending speedy leg vibes.
btw: wish you were coming to the Rev 3
I'd run until I puked for a shot at Jamba too!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes on a speedy recovery to yoru friend.
Hope your friend has a quick recovery, sending our thoughts and prayers!
ReplyDeleteHave a great 5k on the weekend and hope you get another annual fix!
Thinking many good thoughts for John.
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