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I saw Paula Radcliffe!0

Posted by jodi in Uncategorized (Friday April 29, 2005 at 2:14 pm)

As disappointed as I felt over not running the London Marathon this year, I have to admit – it was quite a thrill to stand with my husband, and father as a spectator just after the twenty-fifth mile. As a supporter (I believe the line from Grease is (paraphrased): If you are not an athlete then be an athletic supporter), I saw Paula Radcliffe run about two feet in front of us! Evan even managed to take a great Sports Illustrated-quality photo of her as she whizzed past us. The other female elite runners followed (the closest one more than three minutes later), women I have admired for at least five years now, including Margaret Okayo, who has, among her many victories, conquered the Boston and New York Marathons on more than one occasion. The sky was blue, the weather was just warm enough, and the excitement was contagious! I was mentally planning my preparation for stepping back into running in June after returning from an injury (see previous blog entry for an explanation). Throughout the rest of the day, we would be shopping on Bond Street or walking through Charring Cross, and there were dozens of runners with medals around their necks, enjoying the beautiful London day. We made a point of congratulating as many finishers as we could around town.

Click here to see all of Evan’s photos from our day at the London Marathon. If you continue past pages four and five, you will also see our pictures from our trips to Paris and Amsterdam. 🙂

Take care, fellow runners, and I hope we meet soon on the course.

 

April Experiences0

Posted by jodi in Uncategorized (Monday April 11, 2005 at 11:16 pm)

Greetings!

Despite being unable to run long distances, I have had a remarkable number of running-related experiences during the month of April. This has kept my enthusiasm high, and I look forward to building my endurance once more. The SportHill attire awaits me.

March 31st was the last day I reported for medical duties as a medical student. I awoke early on April 1st, loaded my remaining belongings (clothes, books, kitchen appliances, etc) into my car, drove to Irmo, SC, and unloaded them to be moved to Seattle, WA a few weeks later. I then returned to Charleston, where the traffic was horrendous for a Friday night. Then I remembered – the following day Charleston would host the Cooper River Bridge Run, and I had agreed to be a medical volunteer. When I awoke the following morning, it was raining hard enough to slowly flood the parking lot outside of my apartment building. I splashed through the water, picked up my friend Joshua (who was running the race), took him across the bridge to the starting line, returned across the bridge a second time, and parked my car about a mile from the finish line, and thus, from the medical tents. Most medical students wanted to be in the tent designated for emergenices, but I volunteered to head to the first aid tent, figuring I would have more autonomy.

The inside of the tent (I’m not kidding here) looked and felt like a swamp. The watery mud rose above my ankles, blackening my white Brooks Adrenalines. The wind was whipping the side flaps up, spraying us with rain. The cots we had set up for injured runners were literally blowing out of the tent and around the field for festivities. It was a terrific experience, though. I had the pleasure of assisting many runners, some with minor bleeding from ruptured blisters and others who had slipped, fallen, and were bleeding from knees and palms. Miraculously, no one required sutures. In any case, it turned out to be a great day, and I gained much experience in disinfecting and cleaning debris from wounds (as painlessly as possible). Best of all, though, I was able to watch the top ten finishers cross the finish line. This was my first encounter with the very lean, perfectly-built-for-running Kenyan and Ethiopian athletes. Their compositions are so difficult to describe, but as the wind blew I was half expecting them to blow over because they were so thin. As Linus Maiyo crossed the finish line, I thought, Well, he just won $5000. Winning time: 29:30.

That evening, after spending time with friends, I spent the whole night packing my suitcases for Seattle. I departed the morning of April 3rd and arrived in the afternoon. It was the greatest feeling to see my husband in the city where we will be living for at least the next four years.

So aside from the Bridge Run, I had another running-related experience this morning. My husband receives a membership to the Pro Athletic Club in Bellevue, WA as a job benefit. We were offered one week guest passes to check the place out. It is HUGE! To give you a brief overview, there are five swimming pools and muliple large fitness rooms, each with about 25+ treadmills and as many stationary bicycles and elliptical trainers. There are also indoor courts for squash and racquetball, indoor tennis courts (use of these requires an additional fee), a spa offering massage and other services (also not included), a bistro, a coffee shop, a store selling athletic attire, and the list goes on. There is even a station where someone can purchase flowers. My favorite part, however, is the locker room. The women’s locker room (the only one about which I can write accurately) is not only very spacious, but a wing of it includes three whirlpools, two saunas, and multiple showers. In the common area of the locker room (across from the private rooms with tanning beds) are leather sofas, televisions, and a gas fireplace. I spent an hour working out there this morning, and then nearly two hours enjoying the locker room! Alas, the fee for spouses is more than I am willing to relinquish at this point in my young life, so I will be perfectly happy working out at the University of Washington. I have not yet visited their facilities, but they also look quite nice from the street. 🙂

So now life begins in Seattle, a fitness-conscious city full of runners, cyclists, and pedistrians at every turn. It might just be the right place to keep me motivated as my life as a physician begins.