The Obligatory 2011 Goals Post

During a chat with a friend yesterday, she asked me whether I had any New Year's resolutions. Goals? What goals? Oh, OK. I might have some for 2011. Without any fanfare, here are my goals for the new year.

Career: Secure a full-time job in the Twin Cities area that allows me to achieve social good. As Ben and I prepare to move back to Minnesota, it only makes sense I find a job there soon, right?

Personal: Buy a house in Minneapolis or St. Paul. This is a biggie. Ben and I have looked for houses twice. The first time, we opted to rent because it made the most sense. The second time, the timing was off. Third time is the charm, right?

Running:
1. Break 4 hours in the marathon. My current PR is 4:07:51, which I achieved in November at the Philadelphia Marathon. With some dedicated speed and hill work, I think this goal is attainable at the Flying Pig Marathon on May 1. If not then, I'll try again at a fall marathon. I hold out hope for qualifying for Boston, but I don't think I'm going to improve my PR by 27 minutes...yet.

2. Look like this. I know, I know. It's superficial. But I'd love to have a bod like that of a female athlete who graces the cover of Runner's World. (FYI: Carrie Tollefson, on the Runner's World cover, is from Minnesota. She grew up about 70 miles from my hometown.)

3. Run without getting a stress fracture or other injury.  Despite being away from running for 10 weeks, having to wear a boot for 8 of them and use crutches for 7 during 2010, it was still a good running year for me. But stress fractures are zero fun, and I never want to go through that again.

Outside the Comfort Zone

I worry fairly easily, especially when the health of my bones is at stake. So in the days prior to leaving for Aspen, I felt more nervous than excited about the trip.

I had never skied before, not even on the bunny hills at Mount Kato, located about two hours east of where I grew up. The idea of riding a lift or gondola to the top of a mountain only to fly right back down on two waxed sticks made me ill.

Ben and I arrived in Snowmass, which is just outside of Aspen, on Dec. 11. We settled into our condo, which we shared with two other couples. That night we bought groceries, had dinner with friends and picked up our skis, poles and boots. By 10 p.m., I was ready to sleep. I faced a big day ahead.

I woke early the next morning to a nervous stomach. (Are you seeing a theme in this post? And no, I'm not preggers.) I had coffee and breakfast, got dressed, grabbed my equipment and off I went to the Elk Camp gondola, which would take me to my very first ski lesson.

A group of about five of us -- all with zero experience, some who had to borrow winter jackets -- began on the magic carpet. Imagine the people mover at the airport. That took us to the top of a small hill, where I learned the art of falling and getting back up gracefully. I feel, not so much out of clumsiness but because I "sacrificed" myself, as my instructor put it. We spent the morning on the magic carpet. After lunch, our group split up, some advancing to a green (me!) and others staying on the magic carpet.

Oh, the first lift ride. I'd be lying if I didn't write that my legs were shaking the entire time to the top. If you're afraid of heights, as I am, taking a lift is about as frightening, if not more, than skiing. But, once the ride was over, the lift thing was in the bag. Until the third day, when the lift took me down and I went splat, losing both skis and bruising my hip and knee.

We spent the afternoon practicing technique and doing various drills down the light green. My group was awesome. We laughed together and helped each other when we fell. We supported each other. By the end of the day, I was tired -- but satisfied. I had skied! I had plenty of bruises, but no broken bones, which I had feared.

At the end of day one, I found myself telling the instructor that skiing wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Far too often, I let my imagination run wild. I turn hills into giant, scary mountains. But I've learned... mountains aren't so bad.

Battle of the Pies: The Winner

My cousin reminded me that I failed to update you all on who won the pie competition. Sorry.

But, do I really need to say? We all know it was me. Not buying it? OK. I'll tell you.

Last Wednesday, Ben and I went to our friend's home for dinner. Following a delicious dinner of pork loin, salad, potatoes and garlic bread, the four of us sampled my butternut squash pie and our friend's pumpkin pie. 

Our friend baked a ginger crust from scratch. The crust wasn't so different from that of cheesecake. The texture of the filling was good, but it lacked flavor. Our friend used only cinnamon, whereas I used cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, allspice and cloves.

No winner was declared. Ben (my own husband!) ruled it a tie. Between us, I think he took a neutral position because he didn't want to hurt his friend's feelings.

In my opinion, there was no competition. My pie was the clear winner. I stand by my pie.

Battle of the Pies

Today, I got a lesson in what happens when too much beer and testosterone are mixed.

Within minutes of my husband leaving to run errands this morning, I got a call from him. I thought he had: a.) forgotten something or b.) backed into the vehicle that parks across from our garage (icy conditions, you know).

Something else entirely prompted his call. To paraphrase, he said:

"Honey, I might have gotten us into a challenge. You know Peter -- my classmate? Well, he told me last night that he's been spending the last few days trying to master pumpkin pie. He said it's the best pumpkin pie. Well... I told him that your butternut squash pie is better. So, yeah, do you think you might be able to make your butternut squash pie?"

Over drinks last night, they concocted a contest of sorts. And who has to compete? Me. Reluctantly, I've agreed to make my famous butternut squash pie. It's not my recipe, but you can find it here.

Who will win the battle? It's tough to say. But if my pie lives up to its name (see above recipe), I think we know who's taking the trophy home.

Stay tuned.

I found my way to the kitchen again.

If you're a regular reader of this blog, you might be thinking that Brady only writes about running. And, you'd be right. I've been spending more time along the lake front than in the kitchen.

I started this blog three-plus years ago to show my family and friends that I could master being a domestic diva. Well, at least I tried. This blog has evolved a bit since then because I wanted a forum -- in addition to Twitter and Facebook -- to write about my affair with running.

As I've become more serious about running, I tend to tune out other aspects of my life. I know I need to strike more of a balance. And, I was able to do that Friday when I hung out in the kitchen. Inspired by the holidays and an opportunity to bake for a friend's birthday, I tried my hand at Paula Deen's Chocolate Gooey Butter Cookies.

I evaluate whether to try new recipes according to the number of ingredients and the complexity of steps. The fewer the opportunities to screw up, the better -- at least when I'm at the stove. I liked the chocolate gooey butter cookie recipe for this reason: they were simple* to make.

Would I make them again? Sure, they're easy to whip up. And, I think my chocolate-loving friends would like them. The recipe made about 18 cookies, and I gave nearly all of the cookies to my friend for his birthday on the chance he might share them at his party. Ben ate the remaining cookies in less than 24 hours -- what a compliment!


*I burned a few cookies. Hey, I'm not perfect. Those cookies remained at home.

Packaged and ready to deliver to Fabian.

All I Needed to Hear

When it comes to my involvement in the sport of running, my mom is not my biggest fan.

Sure, she supports me. When I ran my first marathon in October 2005, she traveled three hours to the Twin Cities to cheer me on. She helped my sister Brooke and I raise money when we decided to run the Chicago Marathon for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. She showed up for that race, too.

But, when I complain of aches or pains from running, I don't get sympathy from my mom. I'm told to scale back running or find a new sport. When I mention I've just come in from a long run, she might reply, "Should you be running that far?"

When I go home for the holidays in a few weeks, my mom will quickly tire of me talking about running or needing to head out for a run. I considered participating in a satellite 6.1-mile "race" on Dec. 26 for a cause I support. Considering I got zero support from my husband, I can only imagine how my mom would respond if I told her I was planning to leave my family for an hour to run the day after Christmas. For financial reasons, I've decided not to participate in the satellite race.

I'm sure my mom would prefer I put my energy into making babies (maybe in three to five years) or finding a job that doesn't have the word "free" in its title.

There are days when I wish my mom would be my biggest cheerleader, and I've told her as much. Then, she drops a gem like she did after the Philadelphia Marathon on Nov. 21.

A few hours after the race, I talked on the phone with her. When I told her that I had achieved a personal best by at least four minutes (six weeks after Chicago!), she said although she gives me flack for running, she was proud of me.

That's all I needed to hear.

Rock Philly Rocky Style

For first-time visitors, I ran the Philadelphia Marathon this past weekend to celebrate turning 27. It's an unremarkable year -- unlike turning 18, 21, 30 or 40 -- but I wanted to make it memorable doing something I love: running.

I couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate my birthday. To find out why, keep on reading.


Friday
I flew into Philadelphia Friday afternoon. My friend and host, Shruti, whisked me away from the airport and treated me to dinner at Dim Sum Garden downtown for my birthday. I will eat dumplings with her again any day. Yum! After dinner, we stopped at a charity event at Mad River. I drank water. We ended the night at Penn, where we watched undergrad and graduate students put on a swing dance show.

Ben, who had been in Minneapolis, got into town around 10:30 p.m. I knew I needed rest in preparation for the marathon, but Shruti, her husband Ravi, Ben and I stayed up until about midnight talking.

Saturday
I woke up to homemade Chai tea and broiled cinnamon and sugar toast, thanks to Shruti. This simple breakfast is a new favorite of mine.

Following breakfast, Ben and I made our way down to the Philadelphia Convention Center. It was within walking distance, but Shruti recommended Ben and I take the bus to save our legs for race day. She walked us to the bus stop (such a good host!). A few blocks into our ride, the bus died. We ended up hiking over to the convention center!

The expo was busy, but not crazy or overwhelming. We made our rounds and visited every both. Runners' World had set up a booth, and Bart Yasso, the magazine's chief running officer and author of "My Life on the Run", was there. Thanks to Ben's persistence, we got a photo with Bart!

Brady, Bart Yasso, Ben

Following the expo, we met up for lunch with about 18 people, many of whom I've connected with through Twitter. Many thanks to Erica Sara @ericasara for organizing lunch. I finally got to meet Joe Whelan @RgulrJoeRunning, who helped convince me to run Philadelphia Marathon with his detailed account of the race. I also got to see Sam Felsenfeld @operationjack again. Whenever I feel like giving up, I think about how Sam has run 56 marathons in 2010 and counting.

Ben and I spent the rest of the day relaxing. We saw the latest Harry Potter flick, and we enjoyed a home cooked meal before turning in for the night. 


Sunday
All week leading up to the race, I had giant butterflies in my stomach. I received a lot of love and support from Twitter friends. However, the more support I received, the more pressure I felt to perform well. While I went into the marathon hoping to PR (achieve a personal best), I didn't know if I could six weeks after a marathon. Ben had told me not to expect much.

Then, two days before the marathon, I received this message from a Twitter friend:

Just have fun... Soak in the moment...your birthday..the spirit of your dad...and the love of many...will be cheering for you!

I needed that. I recalled this message throughout the race, and it gave me such peace.

On race day morning, I felt calm.

Our friends with whom we were staying lived a few blocks from the race. The start time was 7 a.m., so Ben and I (did I mention he ran the marathon, too) left about 6:20 a.m. to make sure we'd have time to navigate the corrals and use the bathroom.

The gun went off at 7, but I didn't cross the line until about 7:20 a.m.I settled into nice, comfortable pace that I planned to hold for at least the first half. I didn't want to go out too fast because I knew I'd encounter several hills during the first half, and I hadn't trained much on hills.

Around mile 13, I slowly picked up the pace. The last 13 miles were out-and-back. Normally, I find this annoying on a race course. But I knew there would be no surprises during the last few miles, and I liked that. Going out, I saw fastest racers coming back into the city. They inspired me. I also saw @operationjack looking tough in his pink arm warmers.

By mile 20, I knew I'd have to pick it up even more to achieve a PR. My legs felt great, so I tried to run each of the last five to six miles faster than the other. Around mile 23 or 24, I let out my signature grunt and turned on the thrusters.

I finished in 4 hours, 7 minutes -- around four minutes faster than my previous PR. Yes!

Isn't she pretty?

I was ecstatic -- and still am -- over the PR. But (there's always a "but" with me), I know I have it in me to perform even better, break four hours and eventually qualify for the Boston Marathon. Sunday's race gave me that knowledge and confidence. I couldn't ask for a better birthday gift.

P.S. I need to add that Shruti and Ravi made our marathon experience even more memorable through their generosity. They provided us with a warm bed and hot shower, made sure we got to where we needed to be always, fed us yummy food and showed us around town. They both had to work Sunday, yet they came out and cheered for Ben and me at mile 13 with creative signs! Upon our return to their apartment after the marathon, they had chocolates and ibuprofen waiting for us.When I think of the Philadelphia Marathon, I will always think of them.

Feeling Restored

Some people celebrate their birthday going out on the town or throwing a party. Some take a vacation. Others might pamper themselves. Me? I'm running a marathon.

If this isn't your first time here, then you know I'm running the Philadelphia Marathon on Sunday to celebrate turning 27. While it's not a milestone year, I want to honor it by doing something memorable. For me, the marathon is about as memorable as it gets.

Since running the Chicago Marathon on Oct. 10, my interest in running Philly has waned. I've had some serious mixed feelings about running this marathon. I felt emotionally spent after Chicago. I gave myself over to training and fund-raising for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. I found myself making deals with God over my once-fractured foot prior to the Chicago Marathon. Understandably I became more concerned about my body post marathon. I also questioned the point of running a second marathon this fall. While I'd like to snatch a PR (personal best) in Philly, I wondered if it was even possible.

Saturday brunch at Perennial with major runnerds.

All of my worries and self-doubt disappeared Saturday when I ran with friends I've made through Twitter. Kate @krzimmer and Michael @Bama26Point2 organized a run and brunch for about a dozen of us. During our 8-mile run and later over food, we talked about running, goals, life. As I ran with Alek @alekbabel, Sean @princess_sean and John @phampants, I felt restored as a runner. My anxiety over Philly was replaced with enthusiasm.

Because of Twitter, I've found a community of runners who love the sport just as much, if not more so, than I do. They are a driven, smart, entertaining and, most important, very supportive bunch of people. They hold me accountable. They make me want to be a better runner and human being. They motivate me.

Some friends and family have questioned my decision to run two marathons in six weeks. There are times when I, too, question my sanity. Then I think of these guys, whom I've come to know through Twitter:

Sam @operationjack: He is running 61 marathons this year in honor of his son, Jack, who has autism. He doesn't consider himself a hero, but he's one to me. Whenever I question pushing myself, I think of him.

Joe @RgulrJoeRunning: To date, he has run three marathons this year, and he is about to run Philly. He is the runner who convinced me to run this marathon. Had it not been for his incredibly detailed and thoughtful description of the race, I might not have signed up. His love for the sport is contagious, and he's one of the most supportive runners I know. I can't wait to meet him in real life on Saturday. He's also a gifted writer, so please check out his blog.

Dave @dp_turtle: Dave runs on behalf of DetermiNation and has raised thousands of dollars for the American Cancer Society over the past several years. If I could raise half as much for the MMRF as he has for ACS, I would be a happy girl. He's also a crazy fast runner who is never short on encouragement for us slower folks.

To my runner friends, thank you. I'm ready for Philly.

20

That's the number of days until the Philadelphia Marathon.

When I signed up for the marathon this summer, I did it mostly on impulse. I knew:
a.) I would be depressed after completing the Chicago Marathon.
b.) I seldom do anything exciting to celebrate my birthday, and what better way to make memories than run a marathon in conjunction with blowing out another candle.
c.) it would be nice to have a worry-free marathon after being so emotionally invested in the Chicago Marathon.
d.) while six weeks separating two marathons wasn't ideal, my legs would be somewhat recovered.

Now, only 20 days away from the marathon, I'm ready for it to be here. My nervousness about my foot overshadows any excitement I have for the race. Either bone injuries are sensitive to the cold, or my foot is becoming re-injured. If I can just get through the marathon, I will scale back running in December and focus on mostly, if not exclusively, cross-training. I still want to run with Back on My Feet once a week.

My friend reminded me this weekend that if I want to get faster (and boy, do I ever feel ready mentally to get faster), then I have to let my body recover. I hate taking more than a day off from running. But I dislike even more having to constantly worry about a body part breaking. The stress fracture I suffered last Februrary had not only physical ramifications, but mental ones, as well.

I'm ready to run my heart out at the marathon on Nov. 21 and then take a nice, little break from the sport I love. By January, I hope I'm ready mentally and physically to pick up training again.

Final Update: Kicking Cancer's Butt...One Mile at a Time

Hello friends and family!

Brooke and I did it! We ran and finished the Chicago Marathon on Sunday. And, most importantly, we raised more than $5,000 for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation (MMRF). Ninety-three percent of that money will go toward cancer research.

As all of you know, Brooke and I ran the marathon in memory of our dad, who died at the age of 46 of multiple myeloma, a rare blood cancer. This was our way of honoring him 15 years after his death.

When we signed on to run the Chicago Marathon for the MMRF eight months ago, we didn’t know whether we’d get much support or enough donations. I recall my mom telling me that she’d write a check to make up the difference for whatever we couldn’t raise. But, within minutes of that first e-mail to friends and family, you responded!

Thank you for sharing in this cause with us. Thank you for supporting us with your donations and words. Thank you for spreading the word about our fund-raising efforts. We appreciate you and feel blessed to have you in our lives!

We want to extend a special thank-you to those who traveled to Chicago from Minnesota to cheer us on in your Team Gene shirts. You helped make the race unforgettable! 

Brooke’s Race Report

The dreadful marathon was............great!  I was my own tour guide for the city, and I saw so many neat locations:  Chinatown, the Pilsen neighborhood, Downtown and the Chicago River, and, my favorite, Boys Town! 

For those who know me...I love attention.  I put my name on the front of my MMRF jersey and ran on the far left side of the course so spectators could cheer me on as I passed them.  They were very inspirational.  I also think Brady and I had the best supporters: TEAM GENE.  I was greeted at almost every other mile by Mom, my husband Tony, Paula and Molly Mickelson, Megan and Eric Lund, the Hebig family and my friends Jackie and Alyssa.  They made me feel like a celebrity as I passed...cheering loudly and taking photos! I couldn't have done it with out them.

The run was not my best.  I was hot and miserable.  Although many of us trained throughout the summer, no one anticipated the weather would hit 80-plus degrees and conditions would become potentially dangerous.  My biggest mistake was taking my first walk break...I could feel the legs cramping up.  Each stride I took, the more pain I'd feel, but I kept going.  It wasn't until mile 25 where my body decided to call it quits.  My knee gave out...and I had to walk the last mile in...but I MADE IT!  The first thing I did when I crossed that finish line was head straight to the booth that was serving the beer. Ahhh, refreshing!

Despite the ups and downs of the race, I knew I had an angel, Dad, watching over me.  As many of you know, and for those of who don’t, our dad reminded us of Elvis Presley. There were two spots along the race course where Elvis tunes were blaring...there was also a stage where a man dressed up as Elvis sang his music. As I passed each Elvis, I had to laugh. I knew that was Dad's way of showing me he was right behind me.

Many friends and family members have asked will I do another marathon.  I thought someday I might...that is until this evening when I could feel a slight discomfort at the end of one of my toes. I decided to investigate and noticed I had one sorry looking blister.  I took care of it and started inspecting the rest of my toes...only to find yet another blister. I was mortified.  I don't think I'll be doing another marathon after seeing that.  My feet are WAY too pretty to be getting blisters!

Brady’s Race Report

I had never cried in the start corral, taken a sponge, *wet my shorts or walked during a marathon, until Sunday.

As I lined up for my fourth marathon, I shed tears. It was the culmination of training, being worried about my foot that I had fractured last winter, raising money, and the knowledge that I would be running for my dad.

During the first half of the marathon, I aimed for a personal record (PR). And I was on track to achieve just that, until I wasn’t. Around miles 12 or 13, I, along with all the other runners, was no longer protected by the shade. We were exposed, and there was no breeze to relieve us from the 80-plus degree heat. I slowed down. I walked at every water stop. I took advantage of the sponges and water hoses.

My friend Jacque joined me around mile 20 and, by then, I felt bad. My quads hurt, and I was hot. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to walk. I ended up walking for maybe a block or two (Jacque should correct me if I'm wrong!). And when I stopped at aid stations, I not only drank water and Gatorade, I poured cups of water on my head.

Before Jacque and I parted ways, I told her I wouldn't be PR’ing. She reminded me, “This is about your dad and your sister. You’re my hero.” Those words were just what I needed to hear for the final miles. As I crossed the finish line in 4 hours, 17 minutes, I cried again.

Like my sister, I knew someone was with me every step of the race. On Saturday night, Brooke gave me a charm that included a photo of our dad. I carried it in my pocket on race day. Every time I felt like walking or throwing in the towel, I touched the charm and thought of my dad.

I doubt any race will compare to how special the Chicago Marathon was for me. It’s my hope that I will be able to run on behalf of the MMRF again. I have such a deep appreciation for this organization and its efforts to fight multiple myeloma. I want to do everything I can to help find a cure for this destructive disease.

*Yes, that actually happened sometime during the final miles of the race.

Best,

Brady and Brooke

P.S. If you still want to donate, it’s not too late. Click here to make a donation before Oct. 24. 

Becky (Mom), Ben (Brady's husband), Brady, Eric Lund (friend), Brooke, Tony (Brooke's husband), Megan Lund (friend), Paula Mickelson (aunt and photographer), Molly Mickelson (cousin)

Motivation

Last night, my aunt sent me multiple texts of posters she is making for the Chicago Marathon. I counted five posters in all. She personalized one for Brooke, Ben (who's running the marathon but not for the MMRF) and me. She also made one that features Team Gene and another that includes our motto: "Kicking Cancer's Butt...One Mile at a Time."

My foot and hip are bothering me this week quite a bit, but I'm determined to make it across the finish line Sunday. These posters help.

Final Pre-Race Update: Kicking Cancer's Butt...One Mile at a Time

Brooke (on left) and Brady (on right)

 

 

Hello!

It’s hard to believe that this is the last update Brooke and I will send prior to the Chicago Marathon. This week we are making final preparations for the race—we’re thinking about getting sufficient sleep and eating properly. We’re setting aside our race outfits. We’re stocking up on energy gels and sports beans for the big day. We are getting ready for the marathon!

While Brooke and I look forward to crossing the finish line on Sunday, I, for one, will mourn the end of this journey. This race has dominated my thoughts and conversations for the past eight months. What will I talk about after 10.10.10?

We feel so humbled that we’ve had the opportunity to honor our dad by bringing awareness to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation (MMRF) and raising money for research. Our part may be small, but we’re helping fight cancer. The money we’ve raised won’t bring our dad back, but it’s helping fund research that will prolong the lives of other dads and moms. We couldn’t be happier about that.

THANK YOU!
Our supporters – all of you – have made this journey memorable. Thank you for believing in us and the cause! As we run 26.2 miles on the streets of Chicago, we will think of you every step of the way.

We exceeded our goal and have raised $4,780. We’d love to reach $5,000! If you haven’t made a contribution but want to support the cause financially, it is not too late. You can donate by going here. We will continue accepting donations through Oct. 24. All of us have been impacted by cancer. Your dollars not only benefit multiple myeloma patients but have the potential to affect all cancer patients.

We want to say an extra thank-you to those who’ve committed to traveling to Chicago for the marathon. We look forward to sharing this experience with you! We understand getting in the car and driving to Chicago is impossible for most. We will still feel your love and support on race day!

I also want to thank Brooke for her courage to sign up for her first marathon. I know Sunday will be a challenge for her. Whether you’re a novice or a pro, marathons are hard (they’re fun, too!). But she’ll get to look back on 10.10.10 and know she did something very tough to achieve something very good. I’m so proud. I know our dad – wherever he is – couldn’t be prouder of his little blonde bomber.

RACE DAY
You don't have to be in Chicago to experience the marathon! Spectators -- on your couch or in downtown Chicago -- can electronically track multiple runners along the race course by receiving real-time updates via e-mail or text message throughout the race. Updates will be received as runners cross the 10K, halfway (13.1 miles) and 30K checkpoints, as well as the finish line. To sign up for alerts, go here.

You will need the following information for updates: Brady Gervais (Bib #42205), Brooke Ortmann (Bib #42207). My husband Ben (Bib #6739) will also be running the marathon.

Additional information for those who plan to attend the race and/or want to learn more about it can be found from the following sources:

Chicago Marathon
Timeout Chicago
Runners' World



Again, thank you! We hope to make you proud on Sunday!

“I can't wait until this time next week...that means I will have completed 26.2! Whoop! Whoop!” – Brooke

Best,

Brady and Brooke

Neglect

Brooke poses before a fun run (December 2009)

The Chicago Marathon is 12 days away. As it approaches, I've thought a lot about how running for charity has been a powerful experience -- for me. On the blog and in the monthly e-newsletters, I tend to write about how the past several months have transformed me. I've left out how the experience has affected my sister Brooke.

Honestly, I don't know how it's impacted her. What I do know is that I'm proud of my sister. She loathes running. Absolutely hates it. She doesn't spring out of bed in the morning to run. She waits until after work to do it. Training for her first full marathon is the equivalent of a chore.

Yet, she's about to run 26.2 miles because she wants to honor our dad's memory. She wants to bring attention to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation and do whatever she can to end cancer.

I couldn't be more proud.

Running for Good

Since February, I've been running for a purpose bigger than myself. That purpose is to honor my late father by helping to fight cancer.

As you read here, I'm running the Chicago Marathon for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation and raising money to fund critical cancer research. This research will not only bring treatment to multiple myeloma patients; it has the potential to aid and prolong the lives of other cancer patients as well.

Starting tomorrow, I will use running for another social good. I have decided to run as a volunteer with Back on My Feet, an organization born out of one woman's desire to help homeless people.


"BOMF is a nonprofit organization that promotes the self-sufficiency of homeless populations by engaging them in running as a means to build confidence, strength and self-esteem." -- Back on My Feet website

I believe running has the power to transform individuals, so I couldn't be happier about the mission of this organization.

Back on My Feet's chapters are predominantly located on the East Coast. But, the organization is expanding. The Chicago chapter launched this week. And a chapter is scheduled to launch in Minneapolis sometime in 2011. For more information about this excellent organization and to see if a chapter is coming to a city near you, click here.

In somewhat related news, I started auditing a class at the Kellogg School of Management this week. The class is about leading the mission-driven enterprise. My hope is that the skills and knowledge I will take away from this class will make me a more effective volunteer and employee.

September Update: Kicking Cancer's Butt...One Mile at a Time

Brady, Mom (Becky) and Brooke after the Twin Cities 10-mile (2007)

Tick tock. With the Chicago Marathon only 23 days away, Brooke and I have reached the final countdown to 10.10.10.

As we anticipate running the marathon in memory of our dad, we know that once we cross the finish line, this experience comes to an end. Despite the ups (getting to share our story) and downs (getting injured) of the past few months, this has been one heck of a ride. We’ll be sad when it’s over.

Fund-raising
After our last update, donations to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation poured in. Friends, family and several people we’ve never met stepped up to donate! Thank you for believing in us and the cause!

We’re pleased to share that in late August, we reached our goal of $4,000. Cori Ann and Nate Dahlager generously capped off our total so we could hit the $4,000-mark. To date, we have raised about $4,300. This includes $150 in proceeds from “Kicking Cancer’s Butt” T-shirt sales. Over Labor Day weekend, our cousin, Drew Hebig, sold approximately 30 T-shirts to friends and community members attending our annual hometown celebration, Box Car Days!
 

Though we reached our goal, we will gladly accept contributions through Oct. 24 – the final date to submit donations. Every dollar matters, and no amount is too small. Ninety-three percent of each contribution helps accelerate the cure because it goes toward the development of new multiple myeloma treatments.
 

Training

At the Twin Cities 10-mile, Brooke nears the finish line (2007)

Getting excited to run the race is still a struggle for Brooke. Simply, she doesn’t enjoy running. Her husband Tony has been a huge supporter and always encourages her to run. He continues to run two to three miles with her and then hops on his bike for the rest of the run. They also bring their dog Cyrus, a 35-pound puggle, with them for their first few miles...but he can only run two :)  Although Brooke isn’t looking forward to running for five hours, she said, she can’t wait to see all of our friends and family along the race course and at the finish line supporting us. 

Brady is just steps away from the state Capitol at the Twin Cities 10-mile (2007)

My husband Ben and I recently spent 12 days in the Pacific Northwest, where I was adamant about continuing to train. The running highlights included a 20-mile training run along Lake Washington in Seattle, the Oregon Wine Country Half-Marathon and the Bear Water Run in White Bear Lake, MN, where I had the opportunity to run with my former Pioneer Press colleague, Maria Reeve.

This weekend, I will participate in the Chicago Area Runners Association Ready-to-Run 20-miler before slowing down for the final three weeks leading up to the marathon. My tired legs welcome the break. Training, however, doesn't end for me after the Chicago Marathon. I will run the Philadelphia Marathon on Nov. 21.

Race Day

If any of you are interested in cheering for us in person or tracking us from afar, look for an e-update from us the week of the marathon. We will provide pace, race attire and bib information, as well as links to a map and a tracking tool.

We have already counted approximately 17 friends and family who are planning to travel from Minnesota to Chicago for the race! We can’t wait to see you! 

Best,

Brady and Brooke

Under Pressure

I believe we should pray more for others, less for ourselves. Yet, every night before a long run, I find myself praying for yours truly. Rather, I pray for my foot. I chat with God and ask that he helps see me through the Chicago Marathon on 10.10.10 free of injuries. It's a selfish request, but, I'm afraid it's come down to that. I blame the stress fracture.

When I got the OK in late April from my doctor to resume running, I was pretty confident about returning to the sport. I felt I had become a stronger runner after months on the stationary bike. But, as I run more, my confidence lessens. I recall spending what seemed like an hour the night before an 18-mile training run last month praying I wouldn't get hurt.

If I were running the Chicago Marathon only for myself, I could swallow re-injury. But this race isn't just about me.  It's about my dad, who died at 46 because of multiple myeloma, a rare blood cancer. It's about my sister, Brooke, who will be running her first -- and maybe only -- marathon. It's about the dozen friends and family who've decided to travel to Chicago to support us on 10.10.10. It's about the friends, family and strangers who've donated their hard-earned money to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation.

I have quietly pledged that I will slow down -- at least a little bit -- after the Chicago and Philadelphia marathons. I still plan on registering for the Flying Pig Marathon, which will take place in Cincinnati in May. This is the race I couldn't run this year because of the stress fracture. I have a deferral certificate, and I will use it.

But, training for the Flying Pig Marathon can wait until winter. In the weeks and months following the Philadelphia Marathon, I will focus on cross-training. I will prepare for my first triathlon. I flunked out of swimming lessons at an early age, so preparing for even a sprint triathlon (750m swim, 20km bike, 5km run) will take some time and likely some coaching. I've read about and heard from people who participated in triathlons only to discover they became better runners -- and experienced fewer injuries.

Hopefully, at this time next year, I'll be praying for stuff far more important than my dumb foot.

Clarification: I want to explain what I mean by slow down. I'm not disappearing from endurance running. I love running marathons, and I plan to travel the world participating in them. While I hope to continue running marathons, and hopefully qualify for the Boston Marathon in the near future, I do plan to run fewer days a week after the Philadelphia Marathon. I've been known after a marathon to resume normal running after only a few days' rest. When I signed up for the Philadelphia Marathon, I promised Ben and my friend Kara that I would alter my ways. But, come late winter, I will slowly ramp up running. I want to be ready for the Flying Pig Marathon in early May.

August Update: Kicking Cancer's Butt...One Mile at a Time

Left: Brooke, Right: Brady

Hello everybody!

About six months ago, Brooke and I signed up to run the Chicago Marathon on behalf of the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation (MMRF). I don’t think either one of us predicted how the decision would transform us.

Brooke is running again. She hates running. After running a half-marathon five years ago on a bad knee, she had practically said goodbye to the sport. She still might not love it. But she’s out there, trying to put in the miles.

My involvement with the MMRF has ignited a fire I haven’t felt in a long time. As a result, I want to play a greater role in the non-profit sector. I’m volunteering more. I’m an active member of a committee planning a half-marathon in Evanston that will promote wellness in every ward of the city and connect runners – young and old. I have also agreed to help organize training runs for members of the MMRF Chicago Marathon charity team who live in the Chicago area. And barring any unforeseen problems, I will audit a class on the mission-driven enterprise this fall at the Kellogg School of Management. My hope is that participating in this class will equip me with the knowledge to be a better, more effective volunteer or employee.

Fund-raising:
The Chicago Marathon is only 53 52 days away! So far we have raised nearly $3,500 $3,600. We are grateful for the friends, family and even strangers who have contributed! We hope to ultimately raise $4,000. If 20 people donate $25, we will achieve our goal.

If you are planning to donate, remember that every dollar matters. Whether you can contribute $5 or $50, it all helps! Ninety-three percent of your contribution goes directly toward the development of treatment for multiple myeloma. If you can’t contribute financially, you can still support us in other ways! Help us spread the word about our cause and the MMRF. Urge loved ones to get annual physicals. Send an encouraging note the week of the marathon.

Training:

From left: Brady, Gene, Becky, Brooke

During the next few weeks, Brooke and I will experience the most intense part of training. When we began preparing for the marathon in June, we were running an average 20 miles a week. Now, single runs consist of 16, 18 and 20 miles.

To assist Brooke with training, her husband Tony bought a bike so he could accompany her on long runs. He typically runs three miles with her before transitioning to the bike. His support doesn’t stop there. To entice her to follow her training plan, he pledged to give her $1 for every mile she runs between now and the marathon on 10-10-10.

This isn’t the first time I’ve trained for a marathon, but it is the first time while training for a marathon that I’ve looked forward to every run and done it—mostly—without complaint. It doesn’t hurt that I live in a city where the running culture is strong. I’m also surrounded by an amazing group of young women who run and love the sport as much as I do.

The power of purpose helps, too. On every run, I carry the memory of my dad and the knowledge that I’m running for a cause bigger than just myself. Our dad never laced up a pair of shoes to go running. But I sense, especially on the tough, long runs, that he’s taking every stride with me. Whether Brooke senses it, I know he’s taking every step with her, too.

Housekeeping:
Between now and the marathon, we will send out a monthly update in September and an update one week before the race. We also plan to share a race recap and photos after the marathon. If you are interested in receiving the next updates and race recap by e-mail, contact me at brady.jean@gmail.com.

All our best,

Brady and Brooke

Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment. -- Jim Rohn

Celebrating 27 with 26.2

In November, I turn 27. While every birthday should be celebrated, the number this year is somewhat unremarkable. It's two years past a quarter century, three years from the big 3-0.

Why not make this year stand out? Especially after the past few birthdays, which have been low key. When I turned 22, I was juggling a full load of classes at the University of Minnesota, spending 30 hours a week at the Minnesota Daily and interning at the Pioneer Press. I invited my friends over for a movie. They brought cake. I have a photo where I'm blowing out the candles -- in my pajamas.When I turned 24, my cousin and brother-in-law came over for waffles. On my most recent birthday, I treated myself to a roll from Bennison's Bakery, had an informational interview with someone from Chicago Public Radio in the city and met my friends for Indian. Oh, how I was craving Indian.

I've decided to celebrate my 27 years by running 26.2 miles. Call me crazy, dumb, foolish. But six weeks after I run the Chicago Marathon (10-10-10), I will toe the line of the Philadelphia Marathon (11-21-10). The race is only three days after I blow out 27 candles. How remarkable is that.

Fund-raising 101: Companies can say 'no'

When my sister Brooke and I signed up to run the Chicago Marathon for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation (MMRF) in our dad’s memory, our fund-raising expectations were low. Having never previously raised money for a cause, we didn’t know who of our family and friends would donate. We also believed the tough economy might prevent people from being able to contribute financially.

We were proved wrong. Friends and family stepped up to the plate, and donations flowed in, especially during the first several weeks of fund-raising. It was an exciting time, and my eyes often welled up with tears every time I received an e-mail alerting me a donation had been made. They still do.

Initially, we each planned on raising $1,000, or $2,000 combined. In June, we surpassed the $2,000 mark. As a result, we adjusted our goal to $3,000. In July, we surpassed that, too. Again we revised our goal to $4,000, not out of some competition to raise more and more money. We just want to help. Since its founding in 1998, we know the MMRF has made great strides in funding research for new multiple myeloma treatments and has been an invaluable resource for patients and their families. We wish it had been in the ring with our dad when he was fighting such an awful disease.

It’s in that spirit that Brooke and I contacted Justin Boots, our dad’s long-time employer. He worked there as a salesman until his death in 1995. I spent time on the road with him as a little girl, so I got to see firsthand his dedication to and love for the company.

In May, I mailed our first letter to the company, as directed on its website. I shared our story about why we were running the Chicago Marathon and asked for Justin Boots to donate $1,000. In return, the company’s logo would appear on our charity running and support team shirts. Additional publicity opportunities were offered, as well. I asked for a response by mid June. Weeks went by, and I heard nothing from the company. I enlisted the help of my dad’s close friends, who still had connections at Justin Boots. They e-mailed their friends and received favorable responses.

About a week and a half before the deadline, I still had not been contacted by anyone at the company. So, while I was in Minnesota, my sister and I put together an amateur photo shoot. As our mom photographed us, we ran in our dad’s cowboy boots, shorts and MMRF jerseys. I sent a photo collage and a hand-written letter requesting $500.  I also posted the photos on Twitter to get the Justin Boots’ attention. As a result, I received a message that the company would be in touch.

Then, radio silence.

A week ago, I sent a new proposal to the company. And yesterday, I contacted the Balcom Agency, a Texas-based advertising, marketing and public relations firm that, according to its website, has Justin Boots as a client. I briefly stated why Brooke and I were running the Chicago Marathon, asked for a donation/sponsorship and requested to speak with the account representative for Justin Boots. Within hours, I received this response:

Dear Brady -

As a Berkshire Hathaway owned company, Justin Brands has certain limitations and this request falls outside the defined parameters Justin Brands has in place for their corporate giving.

Sincerely -

(name removed)

My mom warned me not to be disappointed if Justin Boots chose not to make a donation. She thought too much time had passed since our dad died, and a donation might not be a priority for the company.

I wasn't surprised by the rejection. I was, however, disappointed in the manner it was conveyed.

Indeed, Brooke and I hoped for a donation. But more importantly, we wanted the company to help us honor or dad.

Running in a Small Town

As you probably have gathered from reading this blog, I'm from a small town, a very small town. The current population is around 2,500, and it's getting smaller every day.

We have two gas stations, one grocery store, a Subway, a Dairy Queen and the finest bakery in all of southwest Minnesota, if not the state. We have a Red Rooster, where my parents took my sister and me almost daily for breakfast during grade school.

My graduation class had 100 students. It was a big class. About 500 students attend the high school, grades 7 through 12.

While I haven't lived there in eight years, I go back frequently. I recently spent two weeks there, and I did a fair amount of running and thinking about small-town running.

You know you're a small-town runner when...

1.  It takes you less than 40 minutes to run around your entire town.
2. A significant chunk of your run is spent on a U.S. highway.
3. You share the road with tractors, trailers and semi-trucks.
4. You hesitate to wear only a sports bra because it's likely a teacher, your 70-year-old former neighbor or the old men who told you when you were a little girl that your finger will fall off like theirs did if you pick your nose will see you. But it's hot, so you do it anyway (wear only the sports bra, that is).
5. Your story about running a marathon for charity makes the front page of a newspaper.
6. You have a 14-miler on the schedule, and the most logical route is running to another town and back home
7. The closest thing to a running club is the high school cross-country team.

Do you live in a small town? If so, what do you think is unique to small-town running?

You know you're a real runner when...

Your toenails die. Duh!

Ever since I trained for my first marathon five years ago, one of the toenails on my left foot has never been the same. I notice the toe during long runs, and it often feels sore afterward. By the time I race, it has turned purple and part of the nail has come off.

After last weekend's 14-miler, my toenail had become a real pain...in my foot. On Tuesday, I tried clipping it to relieve pressure. I must have punctured a blister, because it started draining fluid. Blisters under the toenail aren't uncommon in runners.

Despite poking the blister, I still felt pressure under my nail. I did some research and considered puncturing my nail with a hot paper clip or needle to properly drain the blister. My brother-in-law even offered to do it! But, with a 15-miler planned for this weekend, I thought I should wait.

That is, until last night. I was about to go to sleep but I couldn't stop thinking about my toe. I got out the clipper, and I started cutting away. Slowly, and with little pain, the toe nail came off. It was dead anyway.

Both Ben and my mom expressed some concern, so I mentioned the "surgery" I performed on my toe during my annual physical today. The physician's assistant said it looked good, and I have no need for antibiotics. Yay!

I feel like a true road warrior, with one less toenail.

My Rave Run

I've been in my rural Minnesota hometown (population 2,500 and getting smaller) since July 20, and I will be here until Monday. I have several motivations for my lengthy stay at home. My mom was hospitalized for and diagnosed with seizures last month, and I wanted to accompany her to her follow-up doctor appointments. I also have upcoming family gatherings -- a reunion on Saturday and my grandma's 80th birthday party on Sunday.

Before loading up my Jeep a week and a half ago, I looked at my Chicago Marathon training schedule; my long runs consisted of 9-, 14- and 15-milers. I've previously run marathons, so the distance didn't scare me. Long runs are my friend. But the location in which I'd be doing these long runs frightened me.

I recalled running from my hometown of Tracy to Walnut Grove and back (7 miles each way) five years ago while training for my first marathon. I begged my sister, who hadn't been training for anything, to run with me. We shared a CamelBak. Between the rolling hills and sharing U.S. Highway 14 with cars and semi-trucks, I never wanted to cover that route again on only my feet. Yet, while I was home visiting two summers ago and training for the Twin Cities Marathon again, I decided to not only run that route, but also to run around my hometown first. I had a 20-miler on the schedule and, even though I was home, I intended to run it. This time my sister accompanied me on a bike. I was about 15 miles into the run when I slowed down and became almost delirious. I was exposed on the treeless highway, and I had started out too late. I was hot. And I was done. We called my father-in-law who picked us up. Thank God for my sister and her cell phone.

Despite those dreadful runs, I love Tracy and the thousands of acres of unharvested corn and soybean fields that currently surround it. Though, you won't ever see my town featured as a rave run in Runner's World. It has less than two miles of running/walking paths on the town's edge, near a small man-made lake pond. A run around town is about four miles long. Tracy's edges are mostly treeless and leave runners exposed to the often unforgiving wind and sun. And to run any serious distance means traveling, unless you want to run laps around town.
 
For this weekend's 14-miler, I drove to the Lake Shetek area which has a 6-mile paved trail. It's about 13 miles south of my  hometown. There, I encountered hills, wild flowers, prairie grass, men fishing, deer, rabbits, and, of course, the lake. While I had to run around the nearby town of Currie (population: 225) to make up additional miles, I loved this run. I had biked and run the path before, but I didn't appreciate its beauty until this past weekend.

I plan to return Saturday for my 15-miler. It may not be considered a rave run to the well-traveled runner, but it's a gem hidden in the cornfields of rural Minnesota. It's my rave run.

Brooke makes news at Bavarian Blast

Over night, it seems my sister has morphed into a super athlete. According to the New Ulm Journal,. Brooke was the top female finisher in the Bavarian Blast 10k Saturday. Congratulations Brooke!

Not so fast.

She ran the New Ulm Bavarian Blast 5k Saturday. She originally signed up for the 10k but the small field intimidated her. She found safety in numbers and ran the shorter distance with friends, with the OK from race organizers. She finished in approximately 31 minutes, an admirable time for a beginning runner.

The data was wrong, and the reporter failed to double-check it. He could have easily called Brooke for a quote (he got one from the top male finisher).

Brooke thought the article was funny but also annoying. She lives in a small town, and her clients and friends likely will ask her about her spectacular race! I, too, think there's humor here. But as a former newspaper reporter, this article requires a correction.

Whether Brooke is the top finisher or middle-of-the-pack runner, she's a winner in my book. I'm so proud that she's out running and racing.

I lost the battle, but I still got a watch!

I may have lost the custody battle, but I'm now the proud owner of a new Garmin Forerunner 305 watch. I convinced Ben that a.) it would be a good investment, b.) even when we live in the same zip code, we don't always run together and c.) we have only raced together once. Basically, we couldn't share his watch.

He was tired of hearing about the watch accepted my well-crafted proposal for a new watch, and he suggested I buy one as soon as possible. I got a heck of a deal on it from Walmart, and I ordered it July 5. It arrived either Friday or Saturday while I was out of town.

Thanks to the watch, I'm able to track distance, current pace, average pace and time. I have the option of using a heart rate monitor. I can connect the watch to my computer to download data from runs. Curious? Learn more here.

I wore it today on a run (5.25 miles, to be exact), but I failed to take a picture. I will model it soon. Until then, here's a photo of the watch, sans me.

Why I Run

This week I entered a short essay contest here on why I run. I couldn't come up with a single reason. Instead, I came up with several. This is what I submitted:

Why do I run? It can’t be confined to a single reason.


I run to escape. I run when I need to think, relieve stress, and be alone. I run to be with friends or make new ones on the lakefront path. I run for its discipline and sense of accomplishment. I run for my health and to kick cancer’s ass. I run because I wasn’t an athlete in high school; now I am.


I run to eat. So I can indulge in a slice of ginger peach apple pie or a pear scone without the added ingredient of guilt.


I run because it’s my antidepressant. The simple act of lacing up my shoes and running makes me instantly happy. Whether my run is sluggish or fast, I’m able to start the day on the right foot or end on a positive note.


When I’m not running, sharing my love for the sport makes me happy. I’ve supported friends who want to get off the couch and get moving. I’ve encouraged them to run their first 5k. I’ve toed the line with them at their first marathon.


I’ve been running for six years. This winter I had my first injury. I hated being stuck on a stationary bike and mourned the loss of my feet on the pavement. Post-recovery, I cherish every step and look forward to every mile ahead.

Be Magnificent.

While in Estes Park this weekend, I picked up a bookmark to remember my brief trip to such an awesome place filled with beautiful people and scenery.

I love the phrases on the bookmark, and I wanted to share because I find such inspiration in them. I hope you do, too.

Advice from an Elk
--by Ilan Shamir --
Don't Get Stuck in a Rut
Cherish Wide Open Spaces
Appreciate Life's High Points
Be at Home in the Woods
Make Your Voice Heard
Know When to Make Tracs
Be Magnificent

Father's Day

Today is Father's Day, and I spent most of the time on the road, behind the wheel. I feel most connected to my dad when I'm driving alone. He was a Justin Boots sales representative, so he spent several weeks out of the year on the road visiting stores. Maybe that's why, of all places, I feel the closest to him on a long stretch of asphalt.

Returning from Omaha, Neb., where I visited Ben for the weekend, I considered what my dad would think about my sister and I running the Chicago Marathon, spreading awareness about multiple myleoma and raising money to support important research.

Although 15 years have passed since he died, I still get upset -- more so now than ever -- that more couldn't have been done to save his life. That's why Brooke and I are running for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. This is an organization that is having an impact and the research it's funded has already resulted in new treatments for myleoma patients.

I know my dad would be proud. I know he'd be happy that Brooke and I are doing our part to prevent other families from being hurt by such a horrible disease. I believe our decision to run the marathon for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation is the best Father's Day gift we could ever give him.

Kicking Cancer's Butt...One Mile at a Time

Curious about how training and fund-raising is going for the Chicago Marathon? Check out my e-update below.

Howdy friends and family,

Brooke and I are pleased to share another e-update. This month’s letter is info-packed (i.e. lengthy) so please sit back, relax and enjoy our letter!

We want to extend a big thank-you for supporting our efforts to raise money and awareness by running the Chicago Marathon for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. Since our last e-update, we reached a major fund-raising milestone: we surpassed the $2,000 mark! To date, we’ve raised approximately $2,290 for the MMRF. We couldn’t have done it without our friends and family! We feel blessed to be surrounded by such supportive people!

Fund-raising

We’re ecstatic about the money we’ve raised, and we hope to raise more for an organization in which we strongly believe. We want to help the MMRF fund new cancer treatments and extend the lives of patients.Our dad couldn't be saved, but we hope current and future patients will be!

Here’s a snapshot of some ways we’re trying to raise money for our charity:

Hy-Vee, a grocery store in eight Midwestern states, has offered to host a pie fund-raiser. If you live in Marshall, Minn., or will be in the area July 1-3, please stop at the store and buy a pie! Some of the proceeds from every pie we sell will go toward our MMRF fund-raising campaign. If you want to contribute your baking skills instead, please let us know! In addition to selling the pies, we’ll be making them at Hy-Vee the evenings of June 30, July 1 and July 2. Please e-mail brooke.averill@gmail.com for more details!

The MMRF is currently promoting a program called “You’ve Got Our Back”. In return for $500, companies that sponsor our Chicago Marathon team will get their logo on 300-plus shirts worn by our team and supporters at the marathon. Additionally, the companies will receive national goodwill publicity. If you know of a company that might be interested in supporting an awesome cause, please e-mail me at brady.jean@gmail.com for details. The deadline is June 25.

Training

During a recent trip home, I had the opportunity to run with Brooke. In an e-mail exchange following our run, she said our roles have reversed. When we were younger, Brooke easily left me in her dust. She was a track star; I golfed. But during our run two weeks ago, I “kicked” her butt. “I used to be the one to always beat you, but now you're well ahead!” she said.

We’ll see about that. I think we’re both going to have an excellent race on Oct. 10! I envision us crossing the finish line hand-in-hand.

Before we reach the finish line, we have to properly train. We each kicked off our 18-week training plans on June 7. One week down, 17 weeks to go!

Chicago Marathon information

Some of you have expressed interest in attending the Chicago Marathon on Oct. 10 (Sunday). Please come! We’d love to have a giant cheering section! If you’re on the fence, I still encourage you to book your hotel room now for the best rate and location. You can always cancel if you choose not to come. But if you wait to book, you might be left with few hotel options and high prices.

Bidding on a hotel through priceline.com is an excellent way to score a deal. You can’t pick your hotel, but you can pick your location (neighborhood area) and name your price. I’ve stayed in four-star hotels in Minneapolis, Chicago and Detroit for between $60 and $80 because of priceline.com.

Click the below links for additional information:


Hotel, transportation and tourism information

Hotel distance matrix

Priceline


Best,

Brady and Brooke

P.S. If you'd like to donate to our cause, you can do so by going here.

"I don't talk while running." -- my sister, Brooke

I received an e-mail this week with the subject line: May 25. My cousin wanted to remind me that May 25 was the date of my last post.

Oopsie.

I can explain my absence. I was in Minnesota from June 2-6, and I spent June 8-12 touring ballparks with Ben. But, sigh, here I am, back on my couch, with a few minutes to blog.

During my trip to Minnesota, I was finally able to run with my sister. I hadn't run with her since she signed up for the Chicago Marathon, and even though we're separated by about an eight-hour drive, it's important to me that we train "together."

When I woke up Thursday (June 3), I immediately dressed in my running clothes even though my sister Brooke had to work (she's not a morning runner...yet) because I was intent on running. I knew if I didn't push for a run, it wouldn't happen. Brooke was less enthusiastic about running, but I convinced her to go with me before dinner. Before leaving, she grabbed her iPod and told me, "I don't talk while running." Her husband turned to me and said straight-faced, "She doesn't like to talk when she runs."

How am I going to get through 26.2 miles running with my sister in silence? Nuh uh. No thanks. There will be talking. Not a lot, but there will be some conversation. Growing up, I was the one who talked and she listened. So I totally get how she likes her silence. But...words will be exchanged on Oct. 10. And she'll like it.

Run Forrest Run

My husband Ben and I were in St. Louis this weekend for a wedding, and the one activity I cared about -- other than going to the wedding -- was going for a run. Ben and I have done a decent amount of traveling over our years together (I started dating him when I was 15!), but we rarely run on our trips. Running is one of the best ways to explore a new city. So, from now on, I'm going to make every effort to run when I travel.

As we stepped outside of our hotel Saturday morning, a group of at least a dozen runners filed past us on the road. Ben suggested we join them, and -- think group running scene from "Forrest Gump" -- we did. Between the heat and my injury recovery, I didn't think we'd be able to hang with the group. We quickly caught up, and they noticed. Instead of telling us to buzz off, they asked us where we're from and wanted to know if we had water because of the heat. We hung with the group for a only a little over a mile. But during those steps, we learned about the group and they learned about us. They call themselves a happy family, and they get together for long runs consisting of 12 to 16 miles. We talked about St. Louis, marathons we're training for and our backgrounds. Yes, this all transpired in a mile.

We continued running with them to the Arch, where the group made sure we hydrated. Then, we parted ways. We ran around the park, and they resumed their 14-mile run.

Custody Battle

My husband is moving away for a summer internship and we are left with the decision: Who gets the Garmin 305?

We share it and, by that, I mean that Ben purchased it about two years ago and I take it whenever he isn't using it. It's been with me for long training runs and guided me during the Fargo Marathon, at which I PR'd.

As I ramp up training this summer for the Chicago Marathon, I think it's only fair that I get it, right? And my friends agree, until I tell them that Ben is also running the Chicago Marathon.Woops.

Had I not just bought a new bike, I would go out and buy a Garmin watch for myself. And I would justify it because Ben also got a bike (which was "a bit" more expensive than the one I got, by the way). There's a big sale at REI this weekend through Memorial Day, and the Garmin Forerunner 405CX will be discounted $100. This baby spits out average pace, current pace and distance and is well worth the money.

Early birthday present? Mine is only six months away. Anniversary gift? We'll be married for three years in July.

Garmin execs, if you're reading this, please help a runner out. I will put a GPS watch to good use while training for the Chicago Marathon for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation's team. I promise!

In other news, I got my deferral certificate in the mail today from the Cincinnati Flying Pig Marathon. I would have run the marathon on May 2 had I not gotten injured. I wasn't certain my application would get accepted. Unfortunately, injuries while marathon training aren't all that uncommon. Because I received a deferral, I can run the marathon next year for a minimal fee ($10) if I want. So, I guess my spring marathon is decided. Yay!

I run because...

I'm too emotionally spent to write a decent post, but I don't want to leave you hanging. I've seen the below quote many times, and I came across it again tonight, thanks to my darling sister, Brooke.

I thought I'd share since it reflects how I feel about running: I run so my goals in life will continue to get bigger instead of my belly. -Bill Kirby

Look out, Lance Armstrong!

For the first time in nearly 12 years, I own a bike.While I'm first a runner, I want to incorporate biking into my repertoire of athletic pursuits. I don't necessarily plan to race in any triathlons any time soon, but I'd like the option if I so choose. And as I train for the Chicago Marathon this summer, cross-training will be a major component of my training program. Whereas I used to only run, I'm going to bike and strength train two days a week.

And it should be interesting. 

I'm the kind of bicyclist who on my honeymoon in Hawaii had to ride with the guide at the front of the group because I biked too slowly, and our group could go only as fast as the slowest rider.

Even last night, as we biked 3/4 mile to Lake Michigan and then back home, my knees shook out of nervousness. I was sharing the road with cars. Scary stuff. I grew up in a town of 2,500, so I'm not used to sharing the road with cars. On the rare occasion that I met a car, it was moving slowly. Since I was a kid, I could bike on the sidewalk without getting hassled by the two cops that worked in town.

During the ride on my new wheels with my husband, Ben, he passed along the following tips:

1. Do not bike in the middle of the lane.

2. Do not take busy streets without a chaperone, er, I mean Ben.

3. Be aggressive. B-E aggressive.

We don't even need to address the helmet issue. I got a deal that included one, and I would have bought one had it not. My life is too important for me to not wear a helmet.

Look out, Lance. Brady's comin' for ya!

On a side note, my mom (Becky) and aunt (Lori) raised nearly $200 at a staff meeting today for the Multiple Myeloma Resarch Foundation on my sister's and my behalf. This money, combined with some cash my mom received from friends, will put us at approximately $1,550 raised since Februrary. Now, that's pretty awesome.