Sunday, December 25, 2011

Insights

During this marathon experience I have thought a lot about about my niece. I realized that she will face many challenges in life that will make it hard for her to do some things because she doesn't have full use of her arm. That thought hit home because even though I had all my limbs, I had lost a lot of movement in my leg and knee. Those simple things were difficult and, for a moment, I could understand how Aydrie would have difficulty learning to do some things. But at the same time she is learning to work with her handicap, allowing her to do many things. I knew I was fortunate to have a body that was, yes, injured but that could still do so many things and I knew I could still find a way to overcome this challenge!

I also gained such an appreciation for my body. I have thought about how our bodies are put together each part having a specific job. Our bones support our bodies. Our joints make our skeletons flexible. Our muscles and tendons help us move. Everything is connected and works together. Our bodies are complex but amazing. Our bodies are a gift from God.

As I have thought about the pain I have endured in my knees I have reflected on Christ. The pain I felt is nothing compared to the pain He has endured on my behalf. I know my suffering doesn't compare to what He suffered. Even though His was so much more difficult than anything I will be asked to do, He fufilled his mission. I felt that I could accomplish my goal with His help and only with His help. I know I couldn't have made it on my own. I had done everything I could possibly do to prepare for the race but when all was said and done, there were still moments where I relied on my Savior. He made up the difference when my knees were spent and He allowed me to finish. I have felt my Heavenly Father's and Savior's love for me. Heavenly Father allowed me to finish this race because he knew it would bring me joy and "Men are that they might have joy." (2 Nephi 2:25)

I thought back to the beginning of the race and compared that to life on earth. We all come here to experience the ups and downs of life as families.We hope we make righteous choices that allow us to make it back to our heavenly home. We wish and hope for a glorious reunion on the other side. We all want to make it to the finish line. Will we do what it takes while we are here on earth? I know if I put in the amount of time I devouted to training for this race into feeding my soul spiritually, I would be a completely different person.

The weeks following  the race I reflected on the song When Someone Cares, specificly the chorus.

For with God nothing is impossible,
But you must reach and take his hand.
With God nothing is impossible
Those who have ears to hear will understand.
The blind could see. The lame man could walk away.
And lives still change from night to day
When they know that someone cares.

I have truly realized that nothing is impossible as you turn to the Lord for help and strength through the challenges we face in life.

Race Day

My sisters and I had gone through a lot to get ready for race day. We each had injuries as we trained and my sisters traveled thousands of miles to join me on the east coast.

Before race day my physical therapist offered to stretch out our muscles and massage our legs, all for FREE! What an incredible act of service. That made a huge difference.

We picked up our race packets the night before and stayed in a hotel near Baltimore in hopes that we could get a good night sleep. Unfourtunately for me I couldn't sleep. I wondered how race day would play out. Would I make it to the end? Would my knee hold up for 26 miles? Even though it was a sleepless night I did a lot of deep breathing just trying to stay calm. That morning Rob gave me a blessing which really calmed and comforted me.

I had a plan in place. I looked at where the water stops were and planned how far I would run and walk according to the race map. I knew if I stuck to the plan, the finish line was within my reach. I hoped to run 3.5 and walk 1. When I got out on the race course, I found that I couldn't stick completely to my plan because the water stops weren't where they said they would be and I had to stop more often to take advantage of the water and food along the route. The course was much more hilly than I had anticipated, causing me to walk more than I planned. The hills were hard on my knees, so I found myself trying to listen to my body and that usually meant walking.

It was a windy day. I found that my feet would knock into each other occassionally. I was praying I wouldn't trip over them. The wind can make it tough to move but I thought of it as an icepack for my knee, just nature's way of cooling me off :). The course was challenging but beautiful. We traveled through many diverse neighborhoods including the scenic Inner Harbor waterfront area, Historic Federal Hill, charming Fells Point, Lake Montebello and the Baltimore Zoo. In fact the zoo employees held animals on the sidelines as we ran through the zoo.

My sisters and I started together but after a while we each settled into our own paces. As we started to seperate it was an emotional moment. Would we see each other? Would everyone make it to the end? Would our injuries come into play? Luckily, Christina and I kept passing each other so we were able to check in with each other during the first half. At one point in the race there is a tight turn where we could see each other as we ran around the turn. Christina and I were on one side and Jana was on the other side. What a glorious moment!

I had some difficult moments during the race. First, it was during mile 10 and 11. My knees really started to hurt and I knew that if they didn't calm down, I would be walking the remainder of the race. More than anything I wanted to run as much as I could. So I took some Aleve at the next water stop and found a place to stop and stretch. Then I walked and prayed that I would be able to run again. I received a tender mercy from the Lord then as the pain in my knees had been eased and I was able to run and walk again.

There were many hills near the end and it took its toll on my knees. There was a 3 mile stretch where it was all hills and I had to walk. By that point I had 6 miles to go and more than anything I wanted to finish strong. I wanted to run the last 6. I prayed to my Heavenly Father that I could run the rest not knowing what lay ahead of me. There were some hills but I ran to the end.

I finished in 5 hrs and 26 minutes. Cardiovascularly I felt good. I could have kept going if it weren't for my knees. I knew I could have kicked that marathon's butt if circumstances would have been different. I am grateful that I was able to run with my sisters and meet them at the finish line. It was another emotional moment as we each saw each other cross the finish line. Tears of joy and hugs were abundant.

RACE RESULTS:
Jana Openshaw 4:53:39
Steph Anderson 5:26:26
Christina Shumway 5:47:14

Not only did we acoomplish our goal by conquering 26.2 miles but we exceeded our financial goal for Shriners Hospital. Our fundraising goal was $1,000.00. The total amount we raised was $1,228.60. THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR SUPPORT!

Power of the Fast

One thing I strongly believe in is fasting. I'm not sure exactly why it works, I just have had too many experiences when I have fasted for something and my prayers have been answered. I took a couple oppportunities to fast while I trained for the marathon. I fasted that we would be able to meet our fundraising goal for Shriner's Hospital and that my body would respond well to the therapy and training. I saw miracles, both small and large, take place on almost a daily basis.

Donations to Shriners came in abundantly the week of that fast. People have been so generous. We sincerely appreciate each and every person who chose to donate and support us as we raised money for this worthy cause. I honestly didn't think we would reach $500.00 but was touched by the generosity of so many wonderful people. THANK YOU!!!

As we got closer to Race Day, my sisters and I had one last fast in hopes that we could all participate in the marathon despite our injuries. I mentioned the fast to my kids and gave them the choice whether or not to participate. I didn't think much of it knowing my kids would rather eat than starve. They ate breakfast, but something unexpected happened when we got home from church. One by one they approached me telling me that each one of them was going to fast for the remainder of the day. I thought for sure that their fast would be short lived, especially for my little Ty, BUT they didn't eat until around 7:00 that evening when we had dinner. They didn't even mention being hungry. I was completely shocked.

As we sat at dinner I asked Tasha why she decided to fast. She simply said, "Because I know how important this race is to you Mom." I was truly touched as tears filled my eyes knowing that my kids showed their love through this tremendous act of service. They wanted me and my sisters to particiapte and finish the race we had all worked so hard for her.  A huge sacrifice was made on our behalf and it was felt in more ways than one. The sweet prayers of those we loved so much were heard.

Each day I was training with my injury I was able to do more reps, go a few more minutes, or increase my pace. I received strength from on high when I wasn't sure I could keep going. I knew there was hope that I could accomplish my goal. Ultimately we each received a miracle on race day as all three of us were able to complete the race.

Marathon Training and Injuries

Training to run this marathon has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. It would have been challenging enough if everything had worked out exactly as I had planned. That didn't happen, as I struggled with multiple injuries during my training. I don't know if this will be interesting or useful for anyone else, but I wanted to write down my thoughts so I can remember some of the important lessons that I learned.

Training started like any other race I have trained for. I planned out my training schedule, 20 weeks of training increasing from 15 miles per week to 36 miles per week. Little by little I was able to increase mileage and speed and stay on schedule with my training, BUT once I hit 16 miles during week 13, everything changed. I pulled a muscle in my groin so I had to stop running for a week. Other than some shin splints when I first started running, this was the first injury I have had.

When I started running again I was feeling a lot of knee pain. The worst run I ever had was a rainy 8-miler during week 15. I could tell something was off. I couldn't keep up my normal pace. My knees hurt, especially on the hills, which isn't normal for me unless its a longer mileage run. The day after that run the pain in my knee increased. I knew something was seriouly wrong and I needed to see a specialist. I was worried that he would tell me that I had to stop running for a while, which would be completely devastating because the marathon was only a few weeks away.

As I stood in front of the mirror getting ready for the appointment, two words came into my mind: Reverence and Respect. The thought came into my mind that if I had respect for my body I would take care of it because it was a gift from God. I knew at that moment that I needed to put the races that I had worked so hard for on hold and focus on helping my body heal. I knew that I needed to follow the direction I was given from the doctors knowing that I might not be able to run.

I went to see an orthopedic surgeon September 12 and was diagnosed with runners knee (Patellofemoral Pain Syndrome) in my left knee. Instead of having my knee cap glide as I bend and straighten my leg while running, my kneecap was pulling to the side causing pain. Usually this happens due to overuse, alignment or weak muscles surrounding the knee cap that can't support the kneecap.

The orthopedic surgeon said that I needed to see a physical therapist who would help me strengthen certain muscles to support my knee cap. If I did strengthening exercises and other cardio work there was a chance I could run. All I needed to hear was there was a CHANCE and I was determined to do whatever it took to make it happen. There was still HOPE. This race had great signifigance for me as I would be running with my sisters for an incredible charity, Shriners Hospital, and I wanted to participate.

It was four weeks until Ragnar and five weeks before the marathon. I immediately pulled out of Ragnar knowing there wasn't enough time to recover and prepare for both races. I didn't want anyone to pick up the slack if I was unable to run. I was bummed that I would no longer be part of the team but still had hopes in participating in the marathon with my sisters.

Before I left the doctors office I had a steroid injection in my knee. Sometimes this helps, other times it does not. In my case it increased the pain I was feeling. The doctors instructions were to give my knee a couple days and then I could try to exercise on the bike to see if my knee would tolerate it. After any exercise I needed to ice and take Aleve to help with inflamation.

I started out slow and gradually increased my cardio and strength training. By the end of that first week I tried to bike for 30 min. I was surprised how difficult it was. I came to appreciate the little things that now became difficult and painful to accomplish like walking across the room, going up and down the stairs, and kneeling to pray.

As I trained, my knees ached, but it was bearable. With 4 weeks till the marathon I knew the road to recovery would be difficult.The fourth week before the marathon I spent 45 minutes per day on the bike and did training exercises twice a day, unless I had physical therapy. Physical therapy was twice per week for about 90 minutes. On days when I didn't have physical therapy, I did strength training exercises and stretches on my own. At first it only took 15 minutes, but we gradually added more exercises and soon it took me 45 minutes per session at home.

On Septmeber 26th I had a followup appointment with the doctor. He prescribed more exercises and told me to increase cardio work as if I was following my marathon training schedule. He also gave me the OK to try to run two weeks before the marathon and to run in the marathon, BUT told me to listen to my body. He said it would be extremely difficult to pull off.

By the third week before the marathon week I was exercising around four hours a day doing cardio on the bike and elpitical, strength training, and walking. I started walking slowly, gradually trying to increase speed since I might be walking the marathon and I would need to finish before the course would be opened to the public. Again, walking was a challenge.

The second week before the marathon I was doing cardio on the bike and eliptical, strength training and running for three hours a day. I found that running took its toll on my knees so strength training twice a day was not possible. I reached eight miles that Sunday but was really sore. Reality set in and I began to wonder if I could make it to the finish line. I realized then that I would have to run/walk the marathon. The week before the marathon I rested a lot. I felt some knee pain and I wanted it to have time to recover before race day.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Marathon Preview

If you happen to be on the sidelines of a marathon you will see different types of people from all walks of life. Some with handicaps...



Some entertainers...



Some elite runners...



and ordinary people, just like you and me, who have their own reasons to conquer 26.2 miles.



I chose to run the Baltimore Marithon with my two sisters, Jana and Christina. We were all up for the challenge and the chance to run a race together. But more importantly...



We chose to run for a charity making us the Sisters 4 Shriners Hospital.



Our journeys were different yet the same. We all faced injuries during our last month of training. These injuries could have been a set back, but yet we found ourselves more driven than ever to prove to ourselves that we could still cross the finish line. We were determined to make a difference for the children at Shriners. We pushed, we hurt, we cryed and we prayed. Come race day we rejoiced that we made it to the starting line and hoped our injuries wouldn't prevent us from crossing the finish line.





Six miles left



Almost there



We all crossed the finish line. It was a joyful, yet emotional reunion.



RACE RESULTS:

Jana Openshaw 4:53:39

Steph Anderson 5:26:26

Christina Shumway 5:47:14





Here are a few of our favorite stops along the route.





Great Day, Great Race, Great Sisters!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Our New Home In Pictures

Welcome to our home!




Living Room






Kitchen



 Dining Room


Tasha's room



Garrett and Ty's room



Parent's room



The Loft


Downstairs bathroom


Upstairs bathroom





Laundry room


 Back porch


Screened in porch


Our back yard






Our driveway



Visitors Welcome!!!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

4th of July

Barbeque and Rocket Launch


 Parade


Fireworks