tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68302111768222221242012-02-16T18:44:21.890-08:00Zeenoreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-40504590278043280992011-05-26T19:02:00.000-07:002011-05-26T19:02:26.915-07:00

I live in Bellevue. Now, for those of you who don’t live in Western Washington this statement might mean nothing to you. (Or it might mean that OTHER Bellevue in New York... I assure you - though I might *belong* there - I don’t live in that Bellevue.) When I first moved here, that statement meant nothing to me neither; it’s just a city where my tiny apartment happens to be located. It wasn’t

Zeenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-48213953261081023542011-05-15T12:32:00.000-07:002011-05-15T12:32:02.594-07:00

Can I just say how muscular and skinny I would be if I lived on Maui? For one thing: beautiful fresh fruit year round and not all restaurants are veggie-friendly so I'd be cooking more. For another: lovely walking weather - even when it's raining! My plan before going to Maui was to get up early every morning and do at least an hour walk before the days activities got under way. I also wanted to

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-17014615280650860782011-04-28T21:27:00.000-07:002011-04-28T21:27:01.243-07:00

I've stopped and started several blog posts this last week. They either started out real strong and fizzled out quickly or were kind of lame from the beginning. I want to talk about why I'm walking, why this cause has become a big issue for me, why - after doing this 60 miles last time - I am knowingly putting my feet through that torture again. But I honestly don't know where to start. I guess

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-88587034492572522632011-04-13T20:32:00.000-07:002011-04-13T20:32:36.750-07:00

I walk every day whether I feel like it or not. I gave up my car two years ago when driving my old junker became so infuriating (because of major leaking and beeping issues) I decided I'd rather walk through a blizzard naked than get back in that car one more time. So, I started walking everywhere - clothed for the sake of humanity. I've become such a walking snob. I don't count anything under 5

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-2461110952928550132011-04-07T22:31:00.000-07:002011-04-07T22:31:04.454-07:00

Last night, I baked! I'd been thinking about how I wanted to kick off this year's fundraising for a month or so and then I found the cutest cookie cutter, and I knew sugar cookies were the way to go! As I'd never made sugar cookies before (on my own), I was a little nervous. Anyone who has eaten my food knows I tend to be cautious in cooking to the point where everything turns out well-done.

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-24574656598833738732011-04-07T20:53:00.000-07:002011-04-07T20:53:37.294-07:00

Walking. It's such a simple thing to do. As children, it was our first real mode of transportation. As adults, it is a form of exercise and stress-reducer. One foot in front of the other. It might be slow, it might take time, but so long as you continue to put one foot in front of the other, you will reach your destination. I have signed up again this year to take part in the Seattle 3-Day for

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-30734958680221257262008-09-15T11:52:00.000-07:002008-09-15T13:01:29.324-07:00

There is a lot said about human nature: that we are inherently selfish creatures, mean, insecure, pessimistic. Some days, I tend to agree. There is a lot of ugliness out here in this big world we live in. We fight amongst ourselves like we're the enemies. It is so wrong.I just spent three days being proven that all of us - every single one of us - can get along when our energy is directed not

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-14154188953365247972008-09-13T19:19:00.001-07:002008-09-13T19:19:49.283-07:00

I've finished walking for the second day and I actually feel pretty darn good considering I've walked a total of 41.5 miles. Tomorrow's the last day and it's supposed to be a little less intensive as we all have to be at a certain place at a certain time.We'll see!Sent from my iPhone

Zeenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-33443200673050788142008-09-13T10:58:00.001-07:002008-09-13T10:58:18.981-07:00

Kirkland welcomes us.Isn't that nice?

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It is freaking COLD at 5 o'clock in the morning. Also: very dark.Sent from my iPhone

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-91721216050525256322008-09-12T20:15:00.001-07:002008-09-12T20:15:11.910-07:00

1. Always, always, always make sure the seat cover is up on the toilet before you squat.2. Moleskin is my friend.3. Starting with yellow Gatorade, switching to blue then water, then orange, then purple does not taste all that great at the end of 20.7 miles.4. Although the brown Gatorade wasn't tasty, it did do the job... Hardly any swelling at all!5. After 20.7 miles, nothing feels as good as

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-26978721454204722232008-09-12T20:02:00.001-07:002008-09-12T20:02:51.546-07:00

Well, I made it! We're camped at Marymoor Park in Redmond. The experience coming into camp was... relieving. Good times.

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-25500566913956922842008-09-12T12:50:00.001-07:002008-09-12T12:50:23.328-07:00

I've walked a total of 10.1 miles to get half a mile away from home!Still felling really good and we're officially half way done with the day!

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-4117491936503300802008-09-12T06:21:00.000-07:002008-09-12T06:22:04.765-07:00

Greetings! I'm here, and we're getting ready to go! I hope you all have a great weekend!

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-51418854271210606972008-09-11T22:43:00.001-07:002008-09-11T22:43:58.466-07:00

Six hours until I have to wake up! Journey starts tomorrow!See you then!Sent from my iPhone

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-83687557490004015102008-09-11T22:40:00.000-07:002008-09-11T22:41:20.928-07:00

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Sent from my iPhone

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-68107349896893318832008-08-20T20:36:00.000-07:002008-08-20T21:04:38.867-07:00

My walking buddy, DeAnn, and I had decided the week before that we needed to push ourselves further. Although DeAnn isn't walking The 3-Day with me, she's been a constant driving force on this journey; she gets me excited to walk even when I'm not feeling 'it'. I honestly don't know how prepared I'd be right now if I didn't have her walking with me on the weekends.Our journey started at 6:30am on

Zeenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-78994148978370434052008-08-12T10:22:00.000-07:002008-08-18T21:30:45.433-07:00

Let's talk about boobs, shall we?Well, that got your attention.Specifically, let's talk about breast cancer.You knew that was coming. This site is, after all, dedicated to the Breast Cancer 3-Day... how could you have expected any differently?One in eight women will develop breast cancer in her lifetime. Based on a two year study, 12% of women born today will develop breast cancer at some point

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-22382795616319057992008-08-01T21:06:00.000-07:002008-08-01T21:24:14.716-07:00

Boy, I am really very bad about keeping this up-to-date.Where was I?Oh yes, last we met, I talked about my shiny new shoes and how I was getting blisters every time I so much as thought about walking. Well, since then I've been trying to figure out a way to eradicate the little buggers from my life.I cannot happily report their demise, but I can at least offer a silver lining: I have not gotten

Zeenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-79030174074637482082008-07-13T15:58:00.001-07:002008-07-13T16:37:09.436-07:00

Those of you who know me well, know that I am the world's worst shopper. When my mom and Grammy used to take me school clothes shopping at the end of summer, we all would end up back at home grumpy, tired and a bit weepy. (Well, I would be weepy, the other two would just be pissy.) Mom, you don't have to nod your head so hard, we all get the picture. I was a Bad Shopper. I never knew what I

Zeenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-6969486571030894392008-07-09T09:48:00.000-07:002008-07-13T15:57:06.748-07:00

I knew it would happen eventually. I get so obsessed over things sometimes I just do, do, do until one day I've done done it to the point I: a.) hurt myself or b.) burn myself out. The kicker is, I knew I was doing something wrong from the beginning, but I was hoping for, what? My body to become invincible? When will I ever learn?Maybe I should back up a bit...Three weeks ago, I started

Zeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-16988490581467447772008-07-03T12:34:00.000-07:002008-07-03T12:46:57.713-07:00

It doesn't matter how sweaty, sloppy, red-faced, or smelly you are, if you're a female, you will be honked at by some pervert.Some bikers are nice and let you know when they're coming up behind you. Others are assholes that will fly by you, scaring the be-jezus out of you and THEN turn around to give you a dirty look for swerving a bit. Is it really that difficult to say: "On your left!" while

Zeenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-18282303437248537022008-06-28T16:19:00.000-07:002008-06-28T13:37:46.877-07:00

On June 14th (a Saturday), my alarm went off at 5am.No, I didn't accidentally set it the night before. This was intentional.I rolled myself out of bed, took a very quick shower, got dressed and headed out the door. I was due in North Seattle by 6:30 and I did not want to be late. Clutching my Yahoo!maps directions in one hand, I drove my (borrowed) car down the freeway, hoping I wouldn't get

Zeenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830211176822222124.post-25689655936400603562008-06-27T15:22:00.000-07:002008-06-27T15:41:26.402-07:00

Hello everyone!OK, I couldn't take the Breast Cancer 3 Day's user interface any more... at least for posting stories and such. So, I decided to come on over here to Blogger (where I can do unusual things like make spaces between paragraphs! and highlight! and ... well, you get the idea) for sharing stories about my journey in preparing to walk 60 miles in three days and raising a minimum of

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