I have a plan to raise $10,000 for some awesome organizations by Sept. 22, 2013 – the day I run in Ironman Lake Tahoe. Just shy of 5 months away! Raised so far: $5,097! Want to increase this total? Chip in a few bucks to one of our causes here, or find out how you can get involved by pinging me on Facebook or by dropping me a note.
Reminder: There are now just 5 days remaining to double your donation to a couple of great causes. Until May 4 I’ve pledged up to
$500 $750 to match donations through our cause made to the Ronald McDonald House Charities of Western Washington & Alaska and to the American Heart Association. Follow the link, donate, I’ll match it. This is particularly important right now as little Kyle continues his heroic fight.
A super special thanks to the Honey Badger wing of the ‘Pain Now… Beer Later!’ Ragnar team for the solid fundraising push last week! We are now past the halfway mark to our goal! With my RMHC and AHA matching pledge, we will be up to $5,617! Don’t wait, there are still $230 available in matching RMHC and AHA funds!
I Never Get Sick, Says the Sick Guy
“I never get sick” – the famous last words uttered by somebody who only RARELY gets sick. I, in fact, recently uttered such a brazen and bold statement myself. “I never get sick.” In reality, I only get sick once every few years, and usually only by a viral infection when I’m stressed out. And it usually wallops me a good one when it hits.
Hmmm… stress… even the casual reader of this blog knows that the end of 2012 and all of 2013 have been a boiling teakettle of stress. PLUS, I’ve been trying to be a good citizen and resume commuting to work by public transit. 2 to 3 trains + one crowded bus (each direction) = 4 hours round trip commute from Redondo Beach to Pasadena… that’s a lot of germ exposure! PLUS, it has been a few years since my last visit by Mr. Virus.
Thursday midday a fever and head cold, with a slightly sore throat, started to hit. No big deal… early to bed that night, an Advil, all will be better in the morning.
Friday morning things did feel mostly back to normal. Well enough to pick up Lauren at the airport in the afternoon, and even celebrate the evening with our Friday vintage cocktail tradition (last week: The Man about Town via Michael Ruhlman)
Saturday morning I woke up to a gnarly chest cold, and other “flu-like” symptoms that we won’t discuss in this forum (I try to aim for PG-13 type language in this forum. What happened on Saturday morning is most certainly not appropriate for the young reader or the squeamish). Lots of water. Lots of herbal tea. Lots of sleep.
Sunday morning the head was perfectly clear, but fatigue lingered and the chest remained congested. The flu-like monster had, fortunately, left the building. More water. More herbal tea. More sleep.
Monday morning. Clear head. Mostly clear chest. But, holy cow, did my throat feel as though I chewed up my bedside glass of water and gargled on the shards. Off to the doctor! Thanks to a recent clip I’d seen on television regarding heart complications that can result from untreated strep throat, I thought it wise to go… you know, just in case… but I knew that it was likely just a virus that they really couldn’t treat. Aaaaaannnnd… bingo. Virus.
Now we wait.
If it seems to have cleared up or is looking like it is truly on its way out the door by Tuesday, we will be making the journey to Utah with the intention of racing in Ironman 70.3 St George.
The boss man at work has already asked, and a reader or two at this point in time is certainly scratching his or her head wondering why racing a half Ironman this Saturday is still a consideration… let me run down the list:
- There are really only a handful of Ironman branded events within reasonable driving distance from the Los Angeles area. All of these races sell out quickly and far in advance of their running – Tahoe sold out about 16 months ahead of time, within minutes of registration being opened! They are expensive. Registration is non-transferable and non-refundable. If you have a race slot… you go. If you don’t have a race slot, you can’t get one – they’re gone!
- I really, really want to compete in the Ironman 70.3 Las Vegas and 140.6 Kona World Championship races. The only way to get to Vegas or Kona is to qualify at an Ironman event. Qualifying is based not on a predetermined time limit, but by being the best in your age group. A top 50 amateur finish in Ironman 70.3 Lake Stevens last year only got me close to a spot for Vegas. Competition is that fierce for these spots, and St George was my best bet this year for a qualifying spot. (Lake Stevens had 35 qualifying spots last year for Vegas. St George has 75.)
- I may seem like a nice guy on the outside. But get me on the course and I am an animal. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a triathlon race course. The inner beast wants to run free… and shake off the humility from my last race.
- My new triathlon racing shoes for the bike that I’ve been coveting for the past several months finally arrived today. I really, really want to race in them. And best of all, they are the perfect match to my Vorttice aero helmet.
OK, fine, I admit. The real reason I want to race is so I can justify wearing the new shoes.
So, back to the herbal tea, water, and sleep. I’ve got some healing to do!