Friday, March 27, 2015

Lessons from the Little Blue Truck

There is a book I read to Lucas called "The Little Blue Truck."  We read it so often, I don't even need to look at the pages to tell the story.  The theme of the book is friendship and the reward of helping others.  As I was reflecting on the past few days, a passage came to life in my head:

"Thanks, little brother," 
said the Dump to Blue.  
"You helped me and they helped you.  
Now I see a lot depends 
on a helping hand 
from a few good friends."

I actually almost started to cry, because I realized how lucky I am to have friends in my life that offer help in so many ways.  I've been struggling with my workouts, both getting them done and being happy with the results . . . I've been struggling at work, overwhelmed with my new role and the way it consumes my non-working hours . . . I've been struggling with guilt over not spending enough time with my husband . . . the ONE person who gets all of my focus is Lucas.  I know he will not be little for very long, and I am cherishing every single moment I spend with my sweet baby boy.

I realized, that when I struggle to find the time for a ride, or a run, or a swim, there are so many who step up and say "let me know when you want to go, I'll go with you."  Or "I'll watch Lucas, just let me know when you need me."  Just this afternoon, my mom offered to watch him tomorrow afternoon so that I could run or ride or catch up on work.

When I am struggling to be happy with my mile time or my bike pace, I am flooded with messages reminding me that it's a gift, a journey, and look how much I am capable of doing just by sheer determination - and not just from my regular running and tri buddies, from people I have had the opportunity to known throughout my life.

While I am struggling with work, my team jumps in and says "Let me show you how I do it, it's way faster," or "how can I help, I can see the stress on your face every morning."  I am a big ol' P in a sea of strong J's.

My husband . . . I am still figuring that one out, and trying to make a more conscious effort to make him know how much I love him, how much I value him.  I know I have a lot of work to do here :)

And then there are those with whom I see or talk to infrequently who ask "how's the running going?  what are you training for?  are you raising money this year?"  I am always amazed that people take the time to remember these things, that they ask in earnest and truly want to hear the answer.

This journey to Ironman is the biggest challenge I have taken on, possibly ever.  Instead of looking at the trees, I see the forest.  I need the trees, each is important and valued.  But the forest - the forest is the beauty of ALL the trees.  That's how I see Ironman.  A big, beautiful forest.




Monday, March 23, 2015

I want it, but I don't

That's where I am currently in my training . . . wanting the coveted 140.6 status, not wanting to get out of bed at 3:45am every morning for the next 5 months to train.  What was I thinking?  Oh, yeah - that I would get back into shape, and show my son that anything is possible.  Granted, he is only 9 months old and will have NO CLUE what the significance of the big, red M-dot plastered everywhere entailed, but he will have the pictures, stories and life lessons for the remainder of his life.  Lucky kid, huh?

Yes, I will be that person who becomes a walking billboard for Ironman.

As much as I'd like to scratch this event, I've already made it very well known that I am doing this race, and so I will.  Coach Gene kicked me in the behind after our ride Saturday and scheduled two evening swims this week.  Kari told me that since we've seen each other more in normal clothes rather than spandex, we have not been riding or running enough.  Touche, friends.  Touche.

And with that, I am ready for Build 2:

This week's workouts:

  • Monday:  Swim 1:00:00, Bike 0:55:00
  • Tuesday:  Strength 0:30:00, Run 0:40:00
  • Wednesday:  Strength 0:30:00, Swim 1:00:00, Bike 0:50:00
  • Thursday:  Strength 0:30:00, Run 0:35:00
  • Friday:  Strength // Active Recovery
  • Saturday:  Brick 2:00:00 (Bike 1:10:00, Run 0:10:00)
  • Sunday:  Run 1:10:00, Swim 1:00:00


Some of these may get switched around, as my pool isn't open on Sunday, so I may go Friday instead.  I added extra strength workouts, simply because I like going to boot camp.  My MAIN goal this week is to get in the pool and swim.  So please ask me about swimming.

In other, non-Ironman news, my sweet baby boy is now 9 months old.  The consensus is that he will be walking within 2 weeks . . . I am not ready, he is growing too fast for my liking.  He loves our dog, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, books, snacks (okay, food, in general), laughing and cuddling (okay, maybe I like that).  He is energetic, spunky, determined, temperamental, curious and oh-so-sweet.




Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Everyday I'm Shufflin'

It's comical, the things that run through your mind during a workout.  Saturday morning I drove over to Safety Harbor for my 50 minute run, as I had decided that I wanted coffee from Starbucks on my way home.  It was a grey, overcast morning, and the forecast was calling for rain.  One way or another, I was getting that run completed.  It was on my schedule, gosh darnnit.  When I pulled into the parking lot, I spied a white cooler, which could mean only one thing - Team IN Training was there for their weekly group run!  This was a much needed pick-me-up, as I was tired and not super excited to run.  After chatting for a few and taking a photo, I was off - I needed to get home so that my husband could go play ball with his friends.

In case you are new here, I am the tall one in the grey.  Dressed as though it is 40, not 70.

I really wanted to run with the Diva team, but I took off and got on my way.  I felt as though I was moving slower than molasses, but at least I was moving and nothing was hurting.  All of a sudden, all I could hear in my head was "Everyday I'm Shufflin."  It did not make me run faster, but it made me giggle.   I finished up my run, extending it down the pier at the marina, waving to the older gentleman enjoying their morning walk.  I arrived at my car, grabbed my gold card, and went to get a piping hot cup of joe.  I managed to get buckled in just before it started to pour.

Sunday I was slated to ride for an hour, and instead of hopping on the trainer, I headed outside to meet up with Coach Gene, who was my first tri coach and is currently leading the way for the Suncoast cyclists heading to Tahoe this June.  It was 80 degrees - the sun and humidity felt heavenly.  I did my 20 miles, mostly drafting off of Gene, and I felt good when I finished.  MUCH better than I had felt on my last ride.  Thank the Lord.

I have to say, I owe this new strength and endurance to Drew, my super awesome trainer at Camp Gladiator.  I've been going twice a week, doing my best to rebuild strength and endurance.  It is hard, but I love it.  I checked with my coaches, and they said if I am enjoying it, to continue doing the workouts.  Whew! Another awesome thing about Drew and CG?  Everyone is so friendly and supportive, and they even run before camp!  I really scored here, because I now have no excuses to skip my weekday runs.  I am loving it so much, I went BOLD.  So basically I committed to a year of getting stronger.

Yep, me again, in long sleeves on a 60 degree morning.

Training is going well.  I'm making my schedule work, getting what needs to be done done.  It is difficult, though, to be patient with myself and not compare current Me to pre-baby Me.  Two different people, two different bodies.  I see friends killing it - running, cycling, swimming 4k on a random Saturday . . . and I'm over here thinking "I only rode for an hour."  I completely trust my coaches, and no journey is the same.  And so I stay my course, focusing on myself and my family, my WHY.  Raising much needed funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society as a part of Team In Training, crossing the finsh line and hearing "Megan Supernovich, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN."  Living a life that is full and robust and giving, setting an example for my son that we are all capable of so much more.

This week is Week 6 of training.  Lots of hours, but nothing unreasonable (yet).

  • Monday:  Bike 50 minutes (check!)
  • Tuesday:  Strength 30 minutes, Run 40 minutes (check!) - Swim 30-60 minutes
  • Wednesday:  Bike 45 minutes, Swim 60 minutes
  • Thursday:  Strength 30 minutes, Run 30 minutes
  • Friday:  Bike 80 minutes, Swim 60 minutes
  • Saturday:  Run 60 minutes
  • Sunday:  Recovery (we have spring training tickets)


Week 7:

  • Monday:  Bike and Swim
  • Tuesday:  Strength and Run
  • Wednesday:  Bike and Swim
  • Thursday:  Strength and Optional Run
  • Friday:  Recovery
  • Saturday:  Brick
  • Sunday:  Swim and Run

Next weekend I am registered for a half marathon that I am nowhere near ready for, and I am still debating whether or not I will actually make the drive to Sarasota o run.  Too much + too soon = Injury.  And ain't nobody got time for that.


Current Fundraiser:  March Madness Bracket Challenge.  $20 per entry.  Cash prizes to top 3 winners, non-cash prizes for most points earned in Sweet Sixteen, Choosing the largest upset, and Dead Last Finish.  Proceeds donated directly to my fundraising account.  Cash and payments via PayPal accepted.  Who will be the last team standing?

Thanks for all of the encouragement and support - you are all helping to get me through the challenges I face with training!



Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The journey of a lifetime

I finally did it.  After years of stalking watching, cheering and celebrating the accomplishments of my friends and strangers, I did it.  I signed up for Ironman - 140.6 miles (yes, in one day) of fun.  And oddly enough, I am excited.  Really excited.




As with any other seemingly impossible challenge, I have chosen to tackle Ironman the way I do any other endurance event - with Team In Training.  I have set my fundraising goal at $10,000 - I have events in the works, but if you just cannot wait for March Madness or Painting With A Twist, you can donate right now: 


No amount is too small, and every single dollar makes a difference.  I am living proof - because of those that have come before me, I am here to do the same for others.  This fall, I will be celebrating 15 years in remission from non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  I know that I was given a second chance, and I am not about to waste the years I have been given.

I am currently on Week 5 of Ironman Maryland (IMMD) training.  I am finding it challenging, to put it lightly, to get my workouts done, and it's only going to get more difficult, as the workouts get longer in both intensity and length.  But there are no excuses.  I will find a way.  I WILL ACCOMPLISH MY GOALS.

This week's workouts:

  • Monday:  Strength, 30 minutes + Bike, 46 minutes    I did not do these - so Friday will not be a recovery day, lol
  • Tuesday:  Run 40 minutes + Swim 30 minutes - This morning I did a 1 hour workout at Camp Gladiator, with is part strength and part cardio.  My butt is toast.  Will either bike tonight, or get to the pool.  
  • Wednesday:  Bike 45 minutes, Strength 30 minutes
  • Thursday:  Swim 60 minutes, Optional Run 30 minutes
  • Friday:  Day off / Active Recovery
  • Saturday:  Bike 60 minutes
  • Sunday:  Swim 60 minutes, Run 50 minutes


I move things around a bit, because life with an 8 month old is very unpredictable.  Especially with one who refuses to sleep and wants his mama at all times.  Yesterday I decided that I need to find a way to get it done, but if I miss something, it's okay.  Let's be real, here - I am not winning my age group, and I am not qualifying for Kona.  I can barely do a push-up and it is a struggle to keep my runs under 12:00 minutes per mile.  And the bike?  Shoot, I might as well be riding a beach cruiser, I am so slow right now.

This does not mean that I do not have a time goal.  I do, I'm just not quite sure what I will actually decide that will be just yet.  My ultimate goal is to raise $10,000 and finish the race before midnight.  This race isn't just about me - it's about my family, and all of the families that $10,000 will offer rays of hope.  We will find a cure for the cancers that plague so many.  And that, my friends, is what it's all about.  Helping others and making a difference in the ways we are able.

Stay tuned for updates, there will be plenty :)


My running buddy, Lucas


First bike ride of training.  And this is why I live in Florida - no snow and shorts in the middle of winter.  It is as fantastic as it looks, trust me.



Tuesday, January 20, 2015

With a Little Help from My Friends

I've been having a difficult time locating my fitness motivation these past few months.  All was well post-baby; I was cleared to resume exercise, and I was feeling excited about my training for the RnR New Orleans Marathon.  I was up before dawn, logging 3-6 miles on Tuesdays and Thursday with some pretty awesome people, thrilled to be back at it.

And then every athlete's nemesis kicked in - I was injured.  I was going to do what I normally do and power through, until one night my foot hurt so badly I was honestly afraid that I would drop my sweet baby boy.  So I went to have it checked out.  Nothing serious, just a bout with a stubborn case of Plantaar Fascititis.  I even committed to seeing a physical therapist for 2 months.

This completely derailed my plan.  I had to drop the marathon - I mean, I could suffer through, but that would not be much fun.  I stopped running altogether.  I didn't go to yoga because I couldn't put weight on my right foot.  I rode my bike a few times, but struggled to keep up with my friends and got discouraged.  I fell into a "woe is me" hole, one that was deeper than I care to admit, and I am now just pulling it together and choosing to begin again.

I actually got back into the pool - and swam - this past Thursday.  It wasn't pretty - it took me 25 minutes to swim 700 meters - but I did it.  Saturday I paid my very awesome niece to spend the morning with my sweet baby boy so that I could go ride my bike.  While I couldn't quite hang on at 22mph, I did managed to hold an average slightly about 15mph for 32 miles, and I did not feel as though I was completely depleted after returning to my car.

Tonight . . . tonight, I will run.  My mother-in-law picked up a jogging stroller for me, and so I will take my little one along as I trudge through a few miles.  If I have to walk, so be it - but I need to get out there and just do it.

My friends have been so great - they keep inviting me to swim, bike and run with them, and they offer encouragement when I need it most.  They remind me that exercising is fun, and that is the ultimate reason why we are all out there, training for events and races, laughing and swearing in the same breath.

I'm working on a race schedule for 2015 - looking to add a mix of events, some new, some old favorites.  Trail runs, bike rides, triathlons, 5k/10/k/13.1/26/2/ultra . . . .nothing is off limits, I just want to enjoy myself, and set a good example for my family.

And so I tri . . .

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Hopping back on the saddle

It has been six months since my last confession blog.  Coincidentally, it has been about that long since my last bike ride.  A lot has happened in the past half year - a wedding, a new pregnancy, two full marathons, a 10k . . . Yep, that's right!  My husband and I are expecting our first baby - a BOY -  this June!  

Goodbye, 2014 triathlon season!  I kid, I kid.  Sort of.  Ha ha.  

Anyway, I figured out pretty early that something was amiss - while we were having an unbearably hot and humid summer, my long runs were holding steady.  At the end of September, I noticed that I could barely hold my "easy" pace, and on work days I was falling asleep at 6pm and sleeping through the night, dead to the world.  It took me exactly 2 weeks of this schedule to figure it out.  I took a test, which confirmed my suspicions within seconds.  I took two more, just to be sure!!!

Long story short - I have been feeling fantastic.  The doctors gave me the green lights to train as I normally would, but to drink a lot of water and to listen to my body.  My runs have turned to more of a walk, but I suspect that has more to do with taking two months off from exercise than from growing a person.

This lack of exercise was painfully obvious this past weekend when I surprised everyone by actually showing up for a group ride (remember that part I said about being extremely tired?) - and early, to boot!  The plan was to ride 20 miles, and I figured that would not be a problem.  At first, I was uncomfortable - by no means do I have a flat stomach or visible abs, but I never actually had a belly that hung over my waistband.  Once I got used to the added pressure on my poor bladder, I didn't seem to notice much.  

About 5 miles in, legs spinning like crazy to keep up, I knew 20 miles was too much for me.  I did the best I could, but man alive, were my legs tired!  I told my companions that I was going to turn at the 7.5 mile marker, assured them I would be fine on my own, and headed back down the trail, moseying along at 15mph.  

During my solo ride, I thought about how lucky I have been - from being athletic from a very young age, to surviving non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma, to getting back in shape from gaining weight from treatments, to coaching basketball, running marathons and triathlons . . . I've never been "slim," but I've never been overweight, either.  I thought about all of those people out there who are being active, and how difficult it is for beginners or people beginning again, and I was overcome with inspiration.

I want to thank everyone out there who is active - whether you have only recently begun swimming, walking, Zumba-ing, strength training, etc. or you are a seasoned marathoner, cyclist and/or Ironman.  You all inspire me to get out the door, to get more out of myself than sometimes I feel like doing.  So when you don't feel like lacing up those shoes or heading to the pool, remember that you are inspiring others, and we are so very thankful.


Friday, July 26, 2013

The Heart of the Matter

We all have our own reasons for running - some days it is forced, some days it is for health, some days it is simply just for fun.  Every runner, from beginner to elite, experiences these days, in a sort of random, unpredictable fashion.

This past Tuesday, I was reminded of one of the biggest reasons I run - to help fund the research that will one day find a cure for cancer.  I do almost every endurance event with Team In Training, a large fundraising section of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  

2013 marks the 25th anniversary of Team In Training.  This week, I was invited by our chapter to partake in a celebration via a catamaran river cruise.  I very rarely miss TNT related outings, and I was very much looking forward to being a part of this event.  There were light appetizers and a cash bar, and we socialized and watched the sun begin to set on the deck before heading inside for the presentation.


It was a beautiful evening in Tampa!

Our guest speaker was Patrick Duffy, a fellow Goofy participant.  I had never before met Patrick, and I did not know his story:  


"Patrick Duffey has been an LLS volunteer and TNT Alumni for a couple years now.  His journey with LLS began about 9 years ago.  As he says, “it was the worst hurricane season on record (Florida was hit with 4 hurricanes; Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne and a tropical storm, Bonnie, was thrown in just for good measure).”  They prepped and got ready for the storm to hit, but little did they know they had something else coming.

Their youngest daughter, Elli, only 19 months old at the time, was diagnosed with leukemia. 

She had been sick for a few days, but the typical childhood fevers were not going away.  In addition, they noticed the deep bruises all over her legs and back. His wife Andrea took Elli to their pediatrician and within a couple hours they were on their way to All Children’s with a diagnosis of leukemia.   He says: “I will never forget that 24 hour period. Some of the specific events have blurred with time but the feelings associated with that day come flooding back; the fear, the uncertainty, the desperation, they are as palpable to me now as they were 8 years ago.”

After the initial shock of the diagnosis, he started doing some research and found through LLS.org that there are multiple types of leukemia and that the most common in children is Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL). Patrick said: “I found that ALL also had what looked like a good survival rate, I remember it being around 85% or so. Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) was much less common and, it seemed, much more deadly, with survival rates somewhere in the 40-50% range.”

He brought the information he collected to the hospital with him the next day so he could show it to Andrea.  After all the testing, they found that in fact it was not the diagnosis he was hoping for; Elli was diagnosed with AML instead of ALL.  Patrick said, “I was hopeful that it was "the good type" of leukemia; the kind we could beat. It sounds absurd to even say that, to describe ALL, or any cancer as "the good one" but I was holding out hope because the alternative seemed too much to bear. I guess I was in denial about AML; it's not going to be that one, I told myself, it's so rare, there's no way it will be AML. I didn't even bring in those print-outs, my bundle of papers was all about ALL.”

After the diagnosis, Elli spent the next several weeks in and out the ICU.  In October, however, their prayers had been answered.  They had learned that big sister Abby was a match for a bone-marrow transplant. This dramatically improved Elli's long-term prognosis and gave them all hope.

By January, Elli was readmitted to begin preparations for the bone-marrow transplant. She had quite a bit of fight in her as she had to endure the most severe forms of chemo in order to make her body ready to receive the transplant.

In the "adding insult to injury" as Patrick says, they then learned that Elli had injured her eye, likely due to a fall right before she was diagnosis and resulting in loss of most of her vision in her right eye. As they examined her, they noticed a dark mass in her left eye. Concerned that the leukemia had spread, they began radiation treatment on both eyes.

Transplant day arrived on February 4th. Brave Abby, only 4 years old at the time, was admitted for the bone marrow harvest.  According to Patrick, she called her sister and said "I'm coming to help you tomorrow, Elli"

The procedure went well, and a little more than six weeks later, Elli was able to go home."

It is hard to truly bring justice to his story as hearing it from Patrick directly brings it home.  It really is such an inspirational story of survivorship, and Elli is still in remission and healthy as can be.  

I held it together pretty well this time . . . until I saw a photo of Elli and Abby touching hands through the glass window of a hospital door, preparing for the transplant.  The love that this family has for each other, through all of the tough times, is truly heartwarming.  

One of my deepest fears is that I will have a child that will be diagnosed with cancer.  I pray every single day that this will not happen, but if it does, I pray for strength and faith to persevere.  I know that it is out of my direct control.  

But there IS something I can do.

I can continue to raise money.  I can continue to put myself out there, to talk about the cause, to volunteer at events, to inspire others to get involved, to run, swim, bike - whatever it takes.  I am willing to do all of this, not for my own personal gain, but to offer hope and survival to others.  

This November marks my 15th year of remission from non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  Because of Bruce Cleland, the founder of what is Team In Training, and countless others who have had to bury children, brothers, sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, pets, who raised millions of dollars to fund research, I survived.  

The money we raise today will offer that same opportunity to those diagnosed 5 or 10 years from now.  So while it may seem as though it is difficult to part with $10, $25, $100 - think of the future.  Think of the legacy we are building to leave for our families, friends, and everyone we don't even know.   Every dollar counts - please consider making a donation!  As I train through the hot Florida summer for the Marine Corps Marathon, I keep true to the mission.  My goal is to raise $1600 by July 31st (half of my final goal) - I am only $752 from reaching this milestone.  Many, many thanks in advance.