Welcome Facebookers!

I just out a bunch of invitations to a group on Facebook to support my fundraising goal.  Hey guys!

A quick training update:  I’m fairly back on track and I don’t have many band shows until the marathon, so I should be able to get back into the full swing of things.  Jen and I are headed to Florida tomorrow morning but we’re going to keep training while we’re down there.  Running in high 70’s weather should make it a little easier.

Fundraising:  I’m making progress but I have a long way to go.  We’re planning a benefit event & show for late March.  Stay tuned.


Holy Cow

I’m more than half way to my fundraising goal. If I was super good at math (which I should be considering my job requires me to run statistical analysis all day long) I could tell you what percentage I am away from reaching my goal.  Instead, I’ll tell you we’ve raised $3254.52. Thanks Brett for the .52–it keeps things interesting.

And, I still have letters coming in the mail. Holy Cow.

On Wednesday we had a Dana Farber team meeting. One woman raised $20,000 by using matching gifts. Some companies will match any gift their employee makes and her company matches those. I’m jealous. My company is yet to donate! Oh, and this is the most money DFMC has raised yet. Awesome.

So, I want to give a shout out to the Geanoules Family–Holla. Gracias.

On to training, Andy and I ran the Cross Roads run again last night. It’s a 9 miler on the hills of the marathon course. Fun stuff. Last time I ran it I felt like hell. This time, we kicked its booty. We had an awesome run. Last time we ran ok, rocked the beurit table. This time, ran really well, sucked on the beurit table. I’ll take that.

Ok, back to work.



I cheated.

Thanksgiving. I gave thanks for everything I have and reflected on how much my life has changed throughout the past two years. I am especially thankful for my family and how close we’ve become.

I have two nurses in my immediate family. My stepmother Loretta works in the ICU at Stony Brook Hospital and my Aunt Julie works on an oncology floor of the same hospital. I wish everyone with cancer had them as their team or someone as good or better.

They are a super-team drilling and grilling every nurse caring for Loretta’s cousin Pete, who is fighting an intense battle with cancer–he’s going through radiation, etc. He’s been in and out of the hospital during the last few weeks. He was sick again and they nurses released him from the ER because they didn’t know what was wrong. Through their medicial expertise and (common sense) deduction they figured he was dehyrated, which was causing some not-so-nice side effects.

But to the point I want to make, Loretta was on the phone everyday pulling information out of the nurses giving him care. Question after question she drew out the information she needed to figure out what was happening with him (before the nurses caring for him were clued in).  It was very impressive and made me proud.

I did run while I was home! Go me.

There is a little village named Poquott near my end of Port Jefferson. I ran down by the water admiring all the gorgeous houses and the beautiful water. It was a challenging run. I felt Thanksgiving in my tummy, legs and arms. I was a brick. And to top off my five miler, a GINORMOUS hill at the end. It was the second hardest run I’ve done since I started training.

I skipped yesterday. I was bad. I didn’t run my 7-10 today either. But I did run about four, in the pouring rain, fast.

I’m ordering some dinner-mmmm pizza and planting my booty on the couch.



It’s amazing how much hungrier I am from training. I’m practically starving all the time.


That’s all I wanted to say.

A beautiful morning on the Cape

I tuned my ears into the sound of the rustling breeze, breathed in the smell of salt and sea, and surveyed the beach on my left and marsh on my right as we ran along Ocean Street in Hyannis. It was a gorgeous and peaceful morning. I tried to etch the picturesque run into my mind–cognizant of the fact I would probably want to remember the moment in years to come.

We ran five miles along the water and through the gated community on Squaw Island. At the end of the road we followed a sand path to the water. Behind us an impressive house stared over us and out into the blue-green water. Across the way, a marshland of water and grasses swayed in the breeze. We took a few moments to breathe and stretch and headed back on our way.

Perhaps the best moment of the run, beside taking in the scenery’s beauty, was as we rounded a corner and a runner in a tank top mouthed something inaudible to us and raised her hands over her head like she just won the gold medal. I think she was excited because of the weather… (it was like 60-something this morning) It was strange.

What was also strange, or at least I’m not used to it, was the friendliness of the people as we jogged by. I haven’t heard so many “good mornings” since I’ve moved to Boston. It was nice.

Pics from 2005

Here are a few pictures from the OTHER end of this sizable undertaking from back in 2005:  http://picasaweb.google.com/andymilk/2005BostonMarathon