Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Could Have Been Worse

Move It Indoors

It's dark in the morning. Really dark.

Even with the recent purchase of a reflective vest and flashing lights, it's still too dark in the morning for me to get a decent run in before I have to get to work.

Plus, my street has no lights, a small shoulder and fast drivers -- despite the 30 mile an hour posted limit. Too dangerous for a morning run.

So this morning, I woke up before daybreak and headed to the gym. I didn't do a run as I had planned, but got a good 45 minutes of cross training in. Another good way to start my day -- and a reminder that I haven't been focusing on cross training as much as I should have been.

We change the clocks back this weekend, which means I'll get some daylight in the morning during the next couple of weeks. Hopefully that will translate into some morning runs.

But I'll lose virtually all evening daylight. Looks like this morning is the first of many indoor workouts.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.

Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

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Monday, October 29, 2007

You're sure? Last Chance RE-Commitment Deadline... Again.

As if making a commitment isn't meaningful enough, the TnT program has something called RE-commitment.

And today is RE-Commitment Day.

They might as well call it Are-You-Absolutely-Sure-You-Want-To-Do-This Day. It's the last chance to say you might not complete the program -- at least in terms of fundraising.

While I believe that the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society does care about whether I can complete the 13.1 miles in Disney, I think they're more concerned that I can make my fundraising commitment.

After all, let's not forget that the Team In Training program is largest fundraising program for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

The 75 people on my Disney Team alone will raise more than $260,000. That's one small team for one event. Multiply that out by the number of runners that raise money for events nationwide over the course of a year, and it's not hard to see that the TnT program is pretty valuable.

So what happens on RE-Commitment Day?

Basically, I sign pages of papers saying that, no matter what, I'll raise the $3,500 I pledged to raise as part of the program.

I'm lucky enough to have passed the RE- commitment minimum ($875), so I didn't have to dig into my own pockets. If I hadn't gotten to that point yet, they'd charge the balance to my credit card. (I'd get it back after meeting my fundraising goal.)

The next drop-dead date for fundraising is Dec. 5. That's the date by which I have to have $3,500 in my fundraising account. Otherwise, again, the balance gets charged to my credit card. (I'm committed to not letting that happen!)

I'm a little over half way to my goal, thanks to the many donations offered up by friends, family and colleagues. I can't thank them enough.

It seems like the running part has become the easier part of my commitment so far, but I'm hoping the second half of my fundraising will fall into place. It has to. I'm committed -- even if it means stepping up the gentle e-mail reminders and nudging a bit more for donations in person.

A friend of mine believes that you can add "re" to any word. (I learned this after hearing him use the word re-perfume. I'm still not convinced that this is a word.)

I don't think commitment is one of those words that ever needs a "re." A commitment is a commitment, plain and simple. No need to RE-commit.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.

Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

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Nature's Rules, Danielson

"First learn walk, then run. Nature's rule, Danielson, not mine."

Mr. Miyagi was probably telling Danielson to master the basics first, but I've decided to take Mr. Miyagi's advice, passed on to me last week by a somewhat anonymous poster to by blog, as telling me to take it slow.

Actually, he was probably telling me that I should master walking, without falling, before I decide to run. But I'd like to think the Mr. Miyagi isn't quite that sarcastic.

Plus, who can't use a little advice from Mr. Miyagi every once in a while?

I showed up for yesterday's team run feeling a bit more uneasy than normal. I had only run once during the week and it didn't feel good. My knee was bothering me and I walked the last half mile.

My training schedule had me set to do seven miles, which before my fall wouldn't have been a problem. I left the mileage box on the sign-in sheet blank as I checked in Sunday morning, deciding I'd wait to see how I felt. I could always turn around at any point.

The runners training for the Seacoast Half Marathon coming up in a couple of weeks would do six miles. Maybe I would make it that far, maybe I wouldn't.

I started running with the usual group, but soon found that their pace was a bit too fast for me on this particular day. I hung back a bit and took it slow. Scott, who had run four miles before the group run, decided to slow his pace a bit, too, and joined me for a 10-minute-per-mile run.

I noticed a few more aches in my legs than usual. Who knows, they could have been there on past runs but I might not have noticed. I seemed to be more winded. I attributed this to a week with only one short run.

Around the two-mile mark, I told Scott I wasn't sure I'd make the whole distance. If I turned around now, I'd finish four miles. Would another two miles, which would complete the six-mile loop, make that much of a difference? Probably not.

So I continued on, with a few short walk breaks along the way.

Somewhere between Miles 4 and 5, I wanted to stop. Just make it to the Old Mobil Water Stop, not far away, I told myself. And I did. I had run at least five miles.

I took a longer-than-usual break for Gatorade and a stretch, then made a right turn to head back to the school. It was roughly a mile away.

I ran just a short way when I noticed a stronger pain in my right leg -- the opposite side than my affected knee. The pain went almost from my hip to my ankle. I ran a few more steps. Then walked a few. Tried running again. Then walked.

So I decided to walk the rest of the way. I walked at a pretty brisk pace, rationalizing that a quick walk was better than a painful slow jog.

As I approached the cemetery on South Street, I crossed the road and made my way through the gate.

I walked along the paths, looking at the gravestones as I passed. Many of the people buried there had died in the 1800's, some at a young age. Most were marked with "mother," "father" or other family labels. Some didn't even have names, at least any that I could see as I walked past.

I wondered how long it had been since someone visited their graves -- someone other than a person out walking their dog or a would-be runner taking a shortcut through the cemetery.

The cemetery was a lot bigger than I thought, and as I approached a part where paths converged from all sides, I wondered if I really knew the quickest way out. Was this really a shortcut?

I realized it didn't really matter at that point. I was enjoying the change of scenery and taking in the history of the cemetery.

I've always been intrigued by cemeteries. Who are the people there? What did they do during their lives? Why had people forgotten about them as life went on?

I made my way to the South Street exit, just a few steps from the school entrance.

I walked up to the group of runners who had completed their six miles. I was feeling relatively pain-free. I told Jack about the pain in my right leg. He explained, as I had expected, that I was compensating because of the injury to my left knee. Happens all the time.

He told me to take it easy this week, get in a couple of short runs and do what feels good. That advice is almost as good as Mr. Miyagi's.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.

Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Back On My Feet ... Sort Of

After a two-day hiatus from running, I decided this morning to lace up my sneakers and try to get a quick 3 miles done before work.

I felt pretty good at first. My knee didn't bother me. And, Rebel was surely happy to get out for a run.

I made careful note of all the potential obstacles along the road -- broken pavement, loose gravel, branches, fallen pine needles and a host of things I wasn't worried about falling over before Sunday's mishap.

This morning's run was much slower than previous runs. I could tell because Rebel was far ahead of me. He usually runs right beside me and lags behind by the end of the run. I kept the pace slow and steady.

Most of the fallout (no pun intended) from my injuries on Sunday seemed to be surface injuries -- lots of scratches and road rash on my knee and shoulder. I've kept them bandaged up and gobbed Neosporin on the cuts to help heal. My knee was a bit swollen and is starting to bruise.

Somewhere after Mile 2 this morning, I noticed a bit more throbbing in my knee -- more than a surface scratch. Around Mile 2.5, I could feel myself favoring my right leg and starting to limp.

I decided to call it quits and walk the rest of the way home. I reminded myself of something Coach Jack told us when we started the training program: Walk is not a four-letter word.

On my way up the driveway, I checked my mailbox and was pleasantly surprised to see a $50 donation to my fundraising campaign. It reminded me that I still have $2,000+ to raise, so I dropped another 60 letters in the mail today.

For the rest of the day, I've made note of the increasing ache in my knee. Maybe I overdid it. I have been known to do that before. Sometimes a bit to ambitious and too much of an over-achiever.

I've popped several Advil today to help deal with the pain and am looking forward to the ice pack that awaits me tonight.

My plan is to take it easy for the next couple of days, maybe take a few walks and ease back into a run.

No need to risk further injury. Plenty of time 'til Disney.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.

Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!


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Sunday, October 21, 2007

Blood, Sweat and on the Verge of Tears

Today I added two new words to my vocabulary: stacked and proprioception.

If you're a runner or a cyclist, you've probably already figured out that I learned these new words the hard way.

To stack is cyclists' lingo for falling or wiping out. Proprioception is a person's ability to envison how their body will move next.

Here are the words used in a sentence, Spelling Bee style: A lack of proprioception will cause a person to stack.

I learned these two new words while spending the second half of this morning's team run in the first aid van. Yep, that's right. I stacked. Big time.

Nothing about this morning's run was typical. We started from a new location because we were going to run 10 miles of the Seacoast Half Marathon route. We didn't have the warm up loop or the regular stretching. We were shuttled to Brackett Road, where we ran our way toward the ocean.

It was a great day for running along the ocean, even if the warmer-than-usual temperatures made us all sweat a bit more than we normally would. For the first four or five miles, we made our usual chit-chat, talking about the upcoming races, children and pets, and any other topics to pass the time.

Then it happened.

Around Mile Five, as a group of us made our way along a narrow road, my shoe caught the edge of some broken pavement. I could feel myself going down. I saw the ground rapidly approaching my face. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

Based on my injuries, my left knee took the brunt of the fall. But I somehow also managed to hit with my right shoulder and chin. The palms of my hands were scraped. Dirt covered the front of my tank top.

I sure wish I had a video of the fall. I'm certain it wasn't graceful. Arms and legs everywhere, with a finale of my face hitting the pavement.

It may have been a YouTube hit.

The group run came to a screeching halt while a picked myself off and brushed off. Was I okay?

My first instinct was to laugh -- and I'm sure I did. Did I really just fall on the side of the road? How many people had seen it? I think my ego was more bruised than any part of my body at that point.

I took a few steps. No shooting pains or anything extremely uncomfortable. The scrapes burned, though, and blood was running down my leg. We walked briefly to make sure I was okay. Our team mentor, Dave, who was running next to me when I stacked, asked if I wanted to continue or wait to be picked up.

I felt fine -- except for the burning scrapes and blood -- so we picked up running at a slow pace.

I really did feel fine even as we started running. I knew the water stop at the Old Mobil was not far away, so I could get cleaned up there and continue on.

As we turned into the Old Mobil, our run coach, Jack, and other TnT volunteers jumped out of their cars and shuffled me over to the First Aid Van (also known as the van that carries Gatorade, plays motivating music at certain points of the route and holds the extra layers of clothing that we peel off as we get hot).

Bob, who is trained in first aid, and Jack cleaned up my wounds and prepared an ice pack to combat the impending contusion on my knee. Every team runner who stopped for water, checked in on me and asked whether I was okay.

We also documented the injuries and treatment via camera phones. Here's your blog topic for today, someone said.

I weighed the thought of continuing on, but as my knee started to throb a bit more, I decided not to push it anymore.

So, I bandaged up the ice pack and rode around in the front seat of the van with Bob and his dog, Marley. We drove the route checking on runners and offering water.

Today's run was the Big One for the Seacoast runners. They finished 10 miles today.

I'm sorry I couldn't join them. I drove away this morning feeling a little disappointed that I only did about five miles. But, hey, it was still five miles -- a heck of a lot farther than I was running just a few weeks ago. And there's plenty of time for me to do a 10-mile run.


Plus, I'm coming away with a few battle scars to remember this experience.

I literally put my blood and sweat into this morning's run. At least I didn't have the tears.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE. Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Running Among Us

We added a new member to our team this morning: Kristen's husband, Paul.

I've run with Kristen a few times and learned that Paul went through treatment for lymphoma a few years ago. In May, doctors found that his lymphoma had returned.

The news prompted Kristen -- and now her husband -- to join the TnT program. Both are training for the Seacoast Half Marathon that will take place in a couple of weeks.

They're running now, she once told me, because he's healthy enough to do so. His lymphoma is in the beginning stages, so much so that doctors aren't even treating it yet.

But Kristen and her husband, along with their two children, have been through the treatments already and they know what might lie ahead.

When you hear about someone with lymphoma, you might picture someone who looks sick. I know I did when Kristen told me about her husband.

But Paul looked anything but sick. He was muscular and looked strong. And he came ready to run this morning, right down to his brand new running shoes. He joined the team for our usual stretching and warm-up lap. We went around the circle and confirmed our distances for the day.

Most of the group, including myself, would do 9 miles.

Our run coach, Jack, quietly asked Paul if he was up to speed. Paul said he was. And we were off.

As with most Sunday runs, the team soon split off into various groups. For a while, I ran with Amy, who just completed her first marathon last weekend, and another woman, who ran 20 miles last weekend and will complete a marathon in Ireland in a couple of weeks.

Both had good words of advice for us first-timers.

Soon, I found myself running with Kristen, Paul and Scott. We ran along the New Castle shoreline and on the route that's become a familiar Sunday run.

We made a stop at the old Mobil for some Gatorade, and Scott convinced me to try my first taste of GU (a gooey energy gel designed to give your body the boost it needs during long runs).

It was just like the name sounds. Gooey and sticky. The taste wasn't bad, but the consistency will take some getting used to.

Kristen described the taste and texture of the vanilla flavored GU as "what it would taste like if someone chewed up chocolate and caramel and gave it to you." She wasn't far off, but I'm thinking that this shouldn't be their marketing strategy.

Full of GU and Gatorade, we made the turn in Rye, where Kristen and Paul pulled ahead of Scott and me around Mile 7 or so.

It was inspiring to see Paul, someone who we're out there running for, running among us this morning -- or, in my case, running ahead of me and kicking my butt on the 9-Miler.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

RE: Thank You!

Earlier this week, I left a few fundraising letters in the mailboxes of some of my co-workers. I was (pleasantly) surprised to learn of two online donations within just hours of dropping off the letters. Each one was for $100.

I was expecting perhaps a few donations for $25 or $50 after delivering the letters, so I was impressed by and very appreciative of their generosity. (I still need those $25 and $50 donations, though!)

Below are email messages I received along with the donations (the names have been removed to protect the innocent).

Each message talks to a different aspect of the TnT program -- to find a cure for blood cancers in the long-term and, in the short-term, to help someone (me) reach a running goal.

I'm the kind of person that re-reads words of encouragement over and over when I need a little boost, so I saved these in my inbox and thought I'd share them here.

#1

Teresa, I truly understand where you are coming from when your note spoke of your mother. My Dad suffers from Leukemia. He's an old buck and is really toughing this out. His type of leukemia is incurable. They can make him comfortable with it. To date, he's doing OK but any other complications, like a cold, really take him down fast.

So..run, lady, run! Let's find a cure for this so that no one needs to suffer from this moving forward. All the best!



#2

You're welcome.

I'm excited for you. I think it's great for what you're doing -- for others and for yourself.

Half marathons are great. They're long enough that you get a great sense of accomplishment from completing them, but they're not so long that you have to turn a good part of your life over to training for them -- the way you have to for marathons.

Best of luck in your training and in the race itself. And have fun. If you're able to do an 8-mile run at this point, you'll have no trouble completing 13.1 miles in three months.


REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

Sunday, October 7, 2007

(Not) On My Own

We got an email on Friday from our run coach, Jack, with the subject line "On Your Own."

Another local Team In Training group had their big event today, the Maine Marathon, which meant our coach, mentor and other TnT folks would be in Portland cheering them on.

Do the Long Run on my own? Well, not exactly.

Even though we didn't have an official team run scheduled for this week, Jamie and I agreed to meet up at the school. Another team member, Scott, sent out an email saying that he planned to run if anyone would be there. I responded that we'd be there if he wanted to join us.

I went to bed last night listening to the rain coming down harder than I had remembered in a long time. I fell asleep hoping I would wake up to better weather for the Long Run.

It was better, but still rainy. In the mist of the drizzly morning, the three of us met at the school.

Scott, who has participated in other TnT programs and ran the Disney Marathon last year, took us on a new route this morning. The change of scenery was nice. We looped around the streets of downtown Portsmouth, around Stawberry Banke and even over the drawbridge to Maine at one point.

We might be the only TnT team that does inter-state runs, Scott noted.

The rain, which didn't seem to bother me as much as I thought it would, tapered off. The weather was cool, but comfortable.

The only thing offering any discomfort this morning was my new feul belt, which carries small water bottles to keep me hydrated on the long runs. The belt is made of thick elastic that is fastened around my waist with Velcro.

It's definitely designed to be functional, not fashionable.

I'm sure I'll get used to it after a couple of runs, but I spent the first couple of miles this morning fidgeting with the placement of the bottles and trying to find the right spot for the belt on my waist.

My left arm rubbed part of the belt as we ran, chaffing the inside of my arm. I made some more adjustments, which seemed to help, but I'll have to fiddle with it some more before the next run.

I was surprised at how much weight four tiny bottles added as I ran, and I was aware of the sloshing sound of the water and Gatorade in the bottles strapped around my waist.

Sloshing and splashing. This morning's run was filled with sounds of water -- my feul belt, cars zipping though puddles, the water passing under the bridge as we passed.

Jamie made the turn to run a 4.5 mile loop. Scott and I continued on to do the full 8 miles, with just a quick stop back at the cars around Mile 5 for Scott to deal with an emerging blister.

Around Mile 7, he asked me how I was holding up. He heard my voice wavering as I replied, "I'm doing alright." ("Alright" is my way of saying I could be doing better.) He admitted that he, too, was feeling tired.

It was one of those moments when I told myself that I knew I could finish and that I would feel a lot better after completing the full mileage. But at that moment my legs were tired, I was wet and I knew my muscles would feel the effects of the Long Run later in the day.

If it hadn't been for running with a partner this morning, I probably wouldn't have pushed myself to do the 8 miles on my own.

After completing the run, I received a voicemail from Jamie thanking me for meeting up this morning. I listened to her message, which was full of words of encouragement, several times. This evening, Scott sent an email telling me that the ran wore him out. He, too, offered praise for a good run.

Even when we're on our own with the TnT program, we're never really on our own.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Little Moments

Today I ran my first official road race -- finishing a 5K (3.1 miles) in Salem in just over 28 minutes.

The time, which was 4 minutes faster than last week's 5K cross country race, was good enough to earn me a third-place finish in my age group (but just shy of earning me one of the medals they gave out for first and second places).

I might be crazy, but I'm already thinking about other upcoming races I can enter. I can't ignore the voice inside me telling me I can do better. Seasoned runners warned me I'd get addicted. They were right.

But it's not just about running.

During this morning's race, I wondered how much money runners raise for various charities in a given running season? I bet it's a lot.

Even if they're not part of an organized fundraising effort like Team In Training, runners pay registration fees to be passed on to various charitiable organizations.

Today I did my part to help the Doug Flutie Jr. Foundation for Autism. Knowing that my money is going to a good cause (not to meniton it's productive part of my training), makes it easier to hand over the registration fee.

Although I'd like to say that I ran today's race because I was connected to the cause, I picked it more because of its mileage, location and date. But I was particularly glad to discover, after downloading the registration form, that my $18 would go to support autism research.

During the past two years, I've learned a lot more about autism than I ever thought I would. I've listened to how it affects not only the children affected by the disorder, but also the families that deal with the situation. I've learned first-hand through my volunteering at UpReach Therapeutic Riding Center how the disorder affects children in different ways.

As I ran today's race (wondering somewhere around Mile 2 why exactly I enjoy putting my body through this), I thought about the autistic children I've come to know through conversation -- and those I've worked with personally.

My thoughts turned to Sofya, the first student-rider assigned to me at UpReach. Looking at Sofya, you'd see a perfect little 8-year-old girl. She has long brown hair pulled up in a pony tail and brilliant blue eyes. Her outfits, even around the barn, were always perfectly color-coordinated. Her tiny fingernails usually were painted pink.

But just a few minutes into the lesson, it was evident that she wasn't like most 8-year-olds. Sofya would often look at you in the eye, but it was almost as if she was looking through you. It was as if she wanted to say something or wanted to communicate, but couldn't.

For an hour each week, we worked with Sofya to help her become more verbal. We took pride in her small victories -- saying the horse's name when prompted, trying to say the word "trot" or acknowledging a direction with a nod.

After remembering those little moments, somehow running that last mile didn't seem like such a challenge after all.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

Thursday, October 4, 2007

No Need For Speed

At one of our first training runs, a Team In Training alum told us not to worry about trying to run fast. If you run too fast, he said, you'll miss all of the interesting things you pass.

Here are a few of the sights, sounds and smells I noticed on tonight's 4-mile run:

  • A little blonde-haired girl waving to me from her swingset
  • Barking dogs in every size
  • The familiar smell of a horse barn at dusk
  • A baby crying
  • A flattened chipmunk that didn't make it across the road
  • Leaves just starting to turn on the trees
  • A few new For Sale signs on front lawns
  • More discarded cups, bottles and other trash items than I care to count
  • Rebel's toenails clicking on the pavement
  • The sounds of an argument coming from inside a home
  • The clanging of tools as a man worked beneath his truck
  • The smell of someone's laundry
  • Fallen apples from a roadside tree
  • The jingle of Rebel's collar
  • The alert stares of horses in a pasture
  • The sputtering of a sprinkler on a perfectly green lawn
  • The steady sound of my sneakers on the pavement
It's amazing what you see, hear and smell when you take a few minutes to notice the world around you ... and I wasn't even running that slowly tonight.

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

100 and counting

Exactly 100 days to go!

REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
Have you donated to my fundraising campaign for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society? If not, please consider doing so. You can donate online at http://www.active.com/donate/tntma/Teresa. Please pass this link to everyone you know. Every dollar helps me get a little closer to the Disney 13.1!