Saturday, March 19, 2011

Zero days until the Big Climb

In about eight hours I'll be getting up and getting dressed for the big climb. In about twelve hours I'll be lined up to start the climb of 1,311 steps.

I've picked out what I'm wearing, black cropped workout pants, a black sleeveless, v-neck workout top, the kind that stays dry (you can't see or feel the sweat, it wicks away, whatever that means), my favorite workout socks, and my favorite workout shoes. I have my heart rate monitor ready next to my socks so I don't forget it. Plus my gloves to wear so I won't be touching the bannister with my bare hands (I have a slight germ phobia about public stair bannisters--they're gross!).

I picked up the racing packets for my team in Seattle this morning and they're in the trunk of my car.

I had my hair cut and highlighted today so I'm ready for pictures. I had about an inch cut off, and it's really blond again (almost need sunglasses to look at it). No reverse highlights this time, just two tones of blond. I'm thinking it's a little bit too blond.

And I'm nervous as heck. I don't really know why but I feel anxious about this event. I know I can do the 69 floors, but I know it's going to be hard. My bad left knee has been bothering me a little since I did the Sheraton stairs on Tuesday (37 flights twice).

Maybe it's because I'm team captain, and I know I'm going to have to be all smiles and friendly. Basically, I'll have to be "on" as I meet and greet people tomorrow morning. I keep telling myself not to worry, it's no big deal, and it'll be over before I know it.

It's for a good cause, raising money for a good reason, to help the people that have leukemiaia, lymphoma or one of the other blood diseases. I keep telling myself that this is nothing in comparison to going through cancer. If you've ever known anyone that's gone through chemo, you know a little about the agony of having cancer.

This is basically about 35 minutes of my life where I'll have some discomfort climbing stairs. Imagine months of chemo, daily doctor visits, hospital stays, losing my hair, feeling sick and weak all the time. Nauseousness from the drugs, throwing up. Those are the people that are the heroes in this story.

Funny, I suddenly feel better about this whole thing. I'll report back tomorrow how it went. Hopefully I can beat that 80-year old woman's time from last year, 35 minutes.


Alan (Pounds Off Playoff) said...

Oh crap, there will be pictures? There's no way I'll be photo-ready at the end of the event! And, um, YEAH, that 80 year old lady is out there to make us look bad. (True story: My son just asked, "Dad, are you in the old man walking division?" There's a little too much truth in humor!)

Great job putting it into perspective. The one word I continually hear about cancer patients is brave - they endure so much with grace and humility. It's another thing to keep us going tomorrow.

Roxie said...

You are great and you will do great! I hope your nervousness subsides and you can "enjoy" the moment. You are doing good work in the service of others. I bet you have a wonderful time! I can't wait to hear a race report and see the new highlights!

~ Lyndsay The Kitchen Witch said...

New reader here :-)

Good luck to you! And thanks for the motivation - where you are is incredible!! I look forward to reading how it went.

All the best!

Carrieheff said...

Good luck tomorrow and thanks for doing this. My mom died when I was young from Leukemia and it's a charity that is dear to my heart. Hopefully someday another young girl will not have to grow up without a mother like I had to. God Bless you!!

Ron said...

How did the climb go ?

The title of this post is a joke, there's no new me. It's just the same old me, doing the same old stuff. Just for fun, I went back...