tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75301649761558326252024-03-12T21:38:21.728-07:00100 miles 4 OwenRunning the 2010 Western States 100 in memory of Owen Simmons. Running to help find a cure for SMA(Spinal Muscular Atrophy)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-88513281667080417072015-08-16T17:52:00.000-07:002015-08-16T17:57:37.461-07:00"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies"<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9eieIG2vD0/Vc4fz5cjJvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bQmPj6OGGU8/s1600/strongs.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9eieIG2vD0/Vc4fz5cjJvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bQmPj6OGGU8/s320/strongs.jpg" /></a>
I have been struggling on how to properly memorialize sweet Gwendolyn and extending my condolences to Bill and Victoria. I will do my best. I remember first hearing about Gwendolyn and the Strongs while I was preparing for Western States 2010. I would be running in honor of Owen and all others affected by SMA. Before the race Heather mentioned how she had met this amazing family online while dealing with Owen's passing. She encouraged me to contact them and I first reached out to Victoria. I was amazed how sweet, compassionate, and dignified Victoria was. Her grace radiated through her emails and she was very excited I would now be running for the GSF. I soon met Bill online and was amazed by his strength, compassion and dignity. If I was half the man Bill Strong was I would be doing alright.
I started to follow the GSF and was amazed by that little angel Gwendolyn. I watched how Bill and Victoria celebrated her life and would not let her be excluded. Running Western States in 2010, I continually drew on her strength when I felt weak. I had a sheet of paper with a picture of Owen and the names of Gwendolyn and other SMA babies. I took it out many times during the race when I was feeling low. They empowered me and motivated me. We have run for Gwendolyn and SMA ever since. Sometimes the weakest are the strongest and the strongest are the weakest.
In 2012, myself and Kenny made our way to Santa Barbara to finally meet Gwendolyn and her parents in person. Although it was a short visit, it was a remarkable experience. It was an honor to finally meet this amazing family. We learned how relentless and insidious this disease really is. We watched Gwendolyn's big beautiful eyes follow Bill attentively wherever he went. I watched how amazing Bill and Victoria were as parents. This special little girl was in the best of hands. Sadly it was just a short visit but it had a profound affect on me and will for the rest of my life.
When I try to explain to people who have no idea what SMA is about, I often find it difficult to find the right words. Cruel, insidious, unrelenting. Those words aptly describe what SMA is. But when I try to explain to people how amazing Gwendolyn, Bill and Victoria are, the words I use to describe them often feel inadequate. In my line of work, I often see the absolute worst in human beings. With the Strongs, I have seen the absolute best. They shared beautiful Gwendolyn with all of us and taught us how to be better. Gwendolyn has touched so many lives and will continue to do so for the longest of times. In our community, there was no SMA awareness prior to Owen and Gwendolyn. Now there are thousands and that number will continue to grow. What one little girl has done for this world continues to inspire and amaze me.
This year has been a difficult year for me. Mostly self inflicted pain and mistakes made. I don't know what the future may hold for me. I know changes need to be made and they will be made. Once before, I drew on the strength of Gwendolyn and other SMA babies to help me out through some dark times. Once again I will draw upon their strength to help me through. I owe myself and them that much.
Sweet Gwendolyn, thank you for inspiring me to be a better person. Thank you for shining your bright light upon all of us. You will be missed greatly but never forgotten... Bill and Victoria, I love you guys very much and I am eternally grateful to you for sharing you sweet angel with us. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will always have hope! Godspeed Gwendolyn
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-61711335175037914482014-03-18T11:55:00.000-07:002014-03-18T11:55:53.863-07:00Team Owen New Bedford Half Marathon 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfIwnCfqT7w/UyiWgcIPSZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qm8-H8DkaHc/s1600/1012283_758304610855912_550798868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfIwnCfqT7w/UyiWgcIPSZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qm8-H8DkaHc/s400/1012283_758304610855912_550798868_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLJ7vwQ2J6Y/UyiWgV0IBaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/snaP4paUinc/s1600/1800294_10152009690547473_1502231885_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLJ7vwQ2J6Y/UyiWgV0IBaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/snaP4paUinc/s400/1800294_10152009690547473_1502231885_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c90KVTSL2qI/UyiWgePrGdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/z_53pW7rriA/s1600/1977021_1456602664571617_439668254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c90KVTSL2qI/UyiWgePrGdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/z_53pW7rriA/s400/1977021_1456602664571617_439668254_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22mU9EvL7Wk/UyiWEmNdjLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/t8yuo-Z9yeg/s1600/534414_758304310855942_130315644_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22mU9EvL7Wk/UyiWEmNdjLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/t8yuo-Z9yeg/s400/534414_758304310855942_130315644_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoEM28V5FzQ/UyiWEw03IdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W-RE0darzpQ/s1600/998362_448208135311885_968645285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoEM28V5FzQ/UyiWEw03IdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W-RE0darzpQ/s400/998362_448208135311885_968645285_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EusP_P5Itw4/UyiWDN1M7aI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yub7RbNGsOk/s1600/1527077_10201884911421769_1890027034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EusP_P5Itw4/UyiWDN1M7aI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yub7RbNGsOk/s400/1527077_10201884911421769_1890027034_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQisjKiUL3w/UyiWC_J1MJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EWODo9WNjsA/s1600/1618401_758332774186429_1353489380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQisjKiUL3w/UyiWC_J1MJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EWODo9WNjsA/s400/1618401_758332774186429_1353489380_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6CgedInpNU/UyiWDlu92WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JfLk22qWWNE/s1600/1898075_10152009691227473_714153019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6CgedInpNU/UyiWDlu92WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JfLk22qWWNE/s400/1898075_10152009691227473_714153019_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48cvEwt5OUE/UyiWD2pv8YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SWMXoyPaa7w/s1600/1920276_10201884917221914_623626883_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48cvEwt5OUE/UyiWD2pv8YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SWMXoyPaa7w/s400/1920276_10201884917221914_623626883_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oNJEt3qcIE/UyiWEKxGN1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yfBQYNEV2Ko/s1600/1920329_758304547522585_990167442_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oNJEt3qcIE/UyiWEKxGN1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yfBQYNEV2Ko/s400/1920329_758304547522585_990167442_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aya1AqsU6T8/UyiWC8ZOPOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/a_KNZdAlwr4/s1600/10013942_10201884916901906_1358401940_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aya1AqsU6T8/UyiWC8ZOPOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/a_KNZdAlwr4/s400/10013942_10201884916901906_1358401940_n.jpg" /></a></div>What a weekend, what an event! The 2014 edition of Team Owen/New Bedford Half Marathon was one for the ages. Just an incredible experience. Mere words cannot adequately express the joy an amazement that was felt and witnessed by all. I will try my best to summarize what this weekend meant for Team Owen.
Team Owen has been in existence since my first Western States 2010 experience. Since then, Team Owen has steadily grown and spread its message of positivity. We believe in attraction rather than promotion and we feel it works quite well for us. Since 2010, Team Owen has steadily grown into what it is today. A big ol group of positive people looking to spread awareness and find a cure for Spinal Muscular Atrophy. And we also run to honor and remember that one little special boy, Owen, who has and continues to inspire and change lives. And this year was our biggest edition to date. This year would also be extra special because Heather, Andy and Adyn would be expecting a bouncing baby girl named Drew.
This winter had been particularly brutal in terms of running conditions. Cold, snow, ice and wind reeked havoc on everybody's training regimen. But every Sunday through January and February, Team Owen had their weekly training runs in spite of the conditions. Every weekend we had at least 20 to 30 runners braving the conditions and running for a cause. Tougher than a two dollar steak Team Owen is. It was not easy but nothing in life worth doing is ever easy! Every week we were meeting new team members who wished to join Team Owen. Lots of new friends, lots of new SMA warriors. And lots of returning Team Owen warriors!
My good friend Uncle Russ "Katman" Katearle came through, supplying Team Owen with our running gear. We sold dozens of new shirts and sold over 100 winter beanie hats. Also the new sweatshirts were a big hit. We could't keep anything in stock but my friend was always there if we needed something. Three cheers for Uncle Russ.
I was also challenged by the Gambler Kenny Rogers that if I raised a certain amount of money, I would wear a Tutu during the half marathon. Well I figured it's only my dignity at stake so what do have to lose. Time to unleash the Greek Columns lol. Well the amount was set at $5000.00 and we got close. I decided I would be a good sport and do it anyways.
And then we received some troubling news. Our beloved Gwendolyn Strong had become seriously ill and was in the hospital. For those who don't know, Gwendolyn is the daughter of Bill and Victoria Strong. Gwendolyn has type one SMA and is 6 years old. She is a special little girl and an amazing power of example. Gwendolyn is a fighter but with SMA, also quite vulnerable. Gwendolyn was in the hospital and was battling this dreaded disease. Per usual, her parents exhibited the usual grace, dignity and courage but were understandably worried. This disease is relentless and unforgiving but the Strongs continued to stare in the face of adversity and not blink. If you are looking for role models, look no further.
Slowly, amazingly, Gwendolyn started to get better. She continued to fight and press forward. Gwendolyn is simply amazing, a role model and power of example! I can only aspire to be as tough as this 6 year old little girl. And I say that with no hyperbole, she is as tough as they come. What I noticed is as I posted updates of little Gwendolyn, we seemed to get an uptick of people wanting to join Team Owen. Many were moved by the story of this special little girl.
In the beginning of March, original Team Owen Members and kick ass SMA warriors(Claudia and Gillian Sampson) put on a Team Owen Crossfit WOD at the New Bedford Crossfit Box. It was a great event and certainly an ass kicker. I know mine was kicked. Close to 70 people participated and approx. $1900.00 was raised during the event. A special thanks to Brad Cardoza for sponsoring and having us at the CFNB gym. As always, a special thank you to Gillian and Claudia. Two of the most selfless and helpful people I know. A bit crazy, but as good a friends as you can find! We are successful because we have friends like Claudia and Gillian in our lives!
A week before the half marathon, Heather gave birth to the beautiful Drew Simmons. We are all over joyed for Heather, Andy and Adyn. She is a beauty.
As the race weekend approached, the typical craziness ensued. Getting shirts to people, ordering more shirts, planning this and that. It was hectic but well worth it. I always worry, did I do enough? Will people show up? How will the race go? It is all unnecessary but nonetheless I fall victim to the worry trap too. What is too worry about, Team Owen will always come through.
The morning of race day was a glorious morning, a bit chilly and breezy, but the sun was brightly shining. Once again we would have great running conditions. Team Owen members were asked to arrive at approx. 1030am so we could take our picture on the library steps. And again I was amazed at the amount of people who started to filter in towards the steps. There were nothing but big laughs, big smiles and big hugs! The electricity and excitement was unbelievable. Other runners and spectators who were not part of Team Owen kept shooting glances our way probably thinking, "who are these bad asses and how do I join em." lol As we made our way to the library steps, a sense of pride and emotion took hold in me. I couldn't believe how many people were dressed in Owen Blue. I wanted to turn to the Team and address them but I was afraid I would get choked up. I guess I was chicken and didn't want to start blubbering lol. I really had a lump in my throat from seeing this amazing Team assembled. We had at least double the runners from years prior and there were still 50 or 60 Team Members who did not make the picture.
The gun was ready to go and this year I would have the honor and pleasure of running with my great friend, the lovely Lauren Lundy. For those who don't know, Lauren hails from NYC and is a SMA ass kicker bad ass. She is a champ and we are lucky to have her as a close friend. SMA sucks balls but I am grateful for the friendships I have gained. I am a better man for knowing people like Lauren.
The gun went off and we were on our way. Team Owen easily had over 200 runners this year. Everywhere you looked there was another blue shirt with angel wings on the back. I couldn't have been any happier. There would be no racing going on today, no personal bests to be attained. This would be a pageant run, a run to savor and enjoy. This run was so much fun and the Tutu was a hit to say the least. We had a great time. It was great hearing the little kids on the sidelines giggling and laughing, look the man has a tutu on. The New Bedford Half Marathon 2014 edition was a huge success.
Once the race was over, we headed to Buster's Bar and Grill for our after race party. This event was another smash and was well attended. Lots of laughs and lots of good times shared with good friends. Thank you to Mark Stone for providing the venue for this years party.
In the 4 years Team Owen has been in existence it has continually grown. It has taken hold in our city and we are so grateful for the support. But I feel Team Owen has become something more, something greater, something special. This year we estimate that we have or will have raised approx. $20,000 for the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation. Our grand total of monies raised will be approx. $95,000 in just 4 years. There is now a SMA awareness in our community which didn't exist 4 years ago. Team Owen HAS become something more. Maybe it doesn't need to be explained. Whatever it is, I hope it continues. Because with Team Owen, there is HOPE. And HOPE is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3GVFv6loPI/UyiT18XkV8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/AQlsrjlmk-4/s1600/534414_758304310855942_130315644_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3GVFv6loPI/UyiT18XkV8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/AQlsrjlmk-4/s320/534414_758304310855942_130315644_n.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXHv5HVGbvc/UyiT-3z3rHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JlPaKeWcypQ/s1600/1920276_10201884917221914_623626883_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXHv5HVGbvc/UyiT-3z3rHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JlPaKeWcypQ/s320/1920276_10201884917221914_623626883_n.jpg" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0blW4aSejg/UyiUjOBJ6sI/AAAAAAAAANE/zWsGd_k7MTg/s1600/534414_758304310855942_130315644_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0blW4aSejg/UyiUjOBJ6sI/AAAAAAAAANE/zWsGd_k7MTg/s400/534414_758304310855942_130315644_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bdiMjEt1HE/UyiUscV4rQI/AAAAAAAAANM/xvC7EVs2nng/s1600/1920329_758304547522585_990167442_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bdiMjEt1HE/UyiUscV4rQI/AAAAAAAAANM/xvC7EVs2nng/s400/1920329_758304547522585_990167442_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buRmxPYz_GY/UyiUwJVD-MI/AAAAAAAAANU/oSyqSuNM4Lc/s1600/1920276_10201884917221914_623626883_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buRmxPYz_GY/UyiUwJVD-MI/AAAAAAAAANU/oSyqSuNM4Lc/s400/1920276_10201884917221914_623626883_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzArOdMpTF4/UyiU2diWqHI/AAAAAAAAANc/qOGq3YGn5ns/s1600/10013942_10201884916901906_1358401940_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzArOdMpTF4/UyiU2diWqHI/AAAAAAAAANc/qOGq3YGn5ns/s400/10013942_10201884916901906_1358401940_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zqsXyqE_00/UyiU_facrUI/AAAAAAAAANk/kGIgIMCXTSU/s1600/1959277_10202134922469267_1736728918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zqsXyqE_00/UyiU_facrUI/AAAAAAAAANk/kGIgIMCXTSU/s400/1959277_10202134922469267_1736728918_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0SAyF8zW_w/UyiVEgVG3nI/AAAAAAAAANs/BVsNTS5jFXI/s1600/998362_448208135311885_968645285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0SAyF8zW_w/UyiVEgVG3nI/AAAAAAAAANs/BVsNTS5jFXI/s400/998362_448208135311885_968645285_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K11qrkbLIw/UyiVJn8pO7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/0sP4qiLKTpM/s1600/1796413_10152303921638678_1758246129_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K11qrkbLIw/UyiVJn8pO7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/0sP4qiLKTpM/s400/1796413_10152303921638678_1758246129_n.jpg" /></a></div>ing to inspire!
so many!
On behalf of Andy, Heather, Adyn and Drew we thank you for all your support
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-5060263194885162872013-04-16T19:51:00.000-07:002013-04-17T18:32:05.003-07:002013 Boston Marathon.....Anger..Grief..Sadness<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LFvEDp9VlY/UW30wdKdtuI/AAAAAAAAALk/Pkev9mP7Hc8/s1600/59694_10151573341436826_1379439289_n.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LFvEDp9VlY/UW30wdKdtuI/AAAAAAAAALk/Pkev9mP7Hc8/s320/59694_10151573341436826_1379439289_n.png" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxEadRWCPKI/UW30zPfWqRI/AAAAAAAAALs/UajCurWbp14/s1600/529445_10151573022101826_1902338525_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxEadRWCPKI/UW30zPfWqRI/AAAAAAAAALs/UajCurWbp14/s320/529445_10151573022101826_1902338525_n.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5YXv1KumXw/UW301oMiRFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KUL-QGtJl1U/s1600/544292_10200449024941310_1498378121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5YXv1KumXw/UW301oMiRFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KUL-QGtJl1U/s320/544292_10200449024941310_1498378121_n.jpg" /></a>
Even though my mind is still a bit numb in light of what transpired yesterday, I thought it would be important to blog about yesterday's events. I tend to procrastinate and I thought it would be best that I memorialize as best I could what myself and those I hold near and dear experienced yesterday. I will try to do my best.
The 2013 Boston Marathon actually started for us on a beautiful June afternoon 2012. Kenny "aka gambler" Rogers had just completed the Western States 100. I made it a point that I would finally meet Bill, Victoria and Gwendolyn Strong after the race. We drove down to Santa Barbara and finally met this amazing family. It was a special afternoon. They are amazing people, selfless, kind, generous and always look adversity straight in the eye. They have to because they live with SMA everyday. They have inspired me so much.
As we were sitting around and talking about running, I asked Bill if he had any goals or wishes in regards to running. Bill mentioned that he would love to someday run the Boston Marathon. I don't think it took long but I told him I could probably make that happen. I don't know if he believed me or not but I was determined to get my friend a number and make a wish come true. With the help of my good friend Geoff Smith(2 time winner of the Boston Marathon) I was able to get Bill a number for this years race. It would be extra special because my fellow SMA ass kicker, the Lovely Lauren Lundy had qualified for Boston this year. This had been Lauren's goal and holy grail for many years and she had finally achieved it. I am so proud of her. She is so bad ass and an amazing person. Also Bill's friend William Crader had also qualified for the Boston Marathon and would also be making the trip out to Boston. Team GSF would be assembled and the theme as always would be NEVER GIVE UP!
For those of you who know me, I'm not big on road marathons and would much rather spend my time on the trails. I could not pass up this opportunity however and was so excited to be running with these superstars. Plus its the Boston Marathon. I have been struggling with a hamstring injury for over a year so I was not in tip top shape to say the least. This would be a "pageant" run, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. I just wanted to run with my friends and help make a difference in a childs life.
Fast forward to race day, and the full team assembled in the athletes village. It was so cool to see my friends Bill and Lauren and to meet my new friend, Billy. We were all sporting our Never Give Up shirts and I must say we were looking good, well at least those three were! Billy was in the first wave, Lauren the second, and myself and Bill in the third. Billy and Lauren left to run there Boston marathon and we wished them good luck. Myself and Bill milled around a bit longer and talked about things like we were old friends. Bill is one solid dude. Bill was amazed at the magnitude, scope and size of the race and was totally excited. He kept thanking me for the opportunity but it was me who was thankful for all that he does.
I explained to Bill the significance of Marathon Monday and of Patriots day. It is the most special day for Bostonians. I told him to expect the crowds to energize him along the way. I told him to enjoy the hundred of thousands of spectators who would be lining the streets to cheer on his efforts. I told him how crazy excting Boston would be once he got near Fenway and the fans spill out of the ballpark. And finally onto Boylston St., the amazingness of the finish I just knew he would be amazed by the race and I would be proud for having him here. GSF would be heard from here in Boston!
Before the race started, I told Bill that I was unsure if I could keep up with him because of my lack of fitness. I told him to run his own race, soak in the day and I would see him at the finish. Finally the gun went off and within 10 minutes or so our 2013 Boston journey began.
Per usual it was slow going for the first couple of miles but that was totally enjoyable to me. Like I said, I had no intentions of going out hard and fast and would be super happy with a 4:15 marathon. The weather was perfect for running and Bill was looking real strong. I stayed with him for about 3 miles but I knew I could not keep up the pace. I let Bill drift ahead and I was content to just hang back and soak in the race. No pressure.
I felt good for about 5 or 6 miles, but after awhile both hamstrings became sore and were very tight. I wasn't going very fast at all and was predicting a finish well over 4 hours. The pace was enjoyable but again the hammies were toast. The crowds were great and helped move me along the course. There is nothing quite like the Boston Marathon.
I got to mile 15 and Kenny and Victor Couto were greeting runners from our area. I told Kenny I left my hammies at mile 10. Kenny jumped in with me and ran about a half mile. I told him how I was feeling and that I was taking it easy. After leaving Kenny, I proceeded along until I got to Mile 17 or 18, turned up the hills and started to give it a go. I don't know what happened but the crowds and the hills really energized me. I powered up the first hill and my hamstrings started to loosen up a bit. I forgot to mention that the Never Give Up shirts were a huge hit. The crowd kept cheering the slogan when I passed by and it always gave me a big jolt. I also like to run on the left side of the course for some reason and like to run near the crowd. There are so many children lining the course and I like to make them feel part of the race by giving high fives to them.
I got to the top of the first hill which I believe is mile 19. I started to have the old internal conversation with myself, "Hey dummy, your a feeling a little better, why dont you start running." Then I doubted myself some more and then I said "why don't you run this bitch." And so I did. I felt totally energized and strong. I had not been running consistently for sometime and did not know where this was coming from. I had some time to make up to break 4 hours but I thought I would give it a go.
And later on, I was fortunate that I did. Fast forward to the end, I made my turn onto Boylston St and once again I was amazed at the crowds. Thousands upon thousands of people lining the streets of the finish. Once you make the turn onto Boylston St., it is approx. 1/2 mile to the finish. So I was running close to the crowds on the left hand side and I saw my 3 Team Cheering Crew, my girlfriend Rebecca, along with my best friends Heather and Gillian. I was so happy to see them and I ran over and we had a big old Team Owen hug. I think I told them I got snots on them and then I ran away lol. I then continued on my merry way and finished my Boston Marathon 2013. I was so happy that I was feeling suprisingly good. After crossing the finish line, I started to mosey along the runners chute where all the runners are contained after they finish. I made it to the water station and started drinking some water, and doing a little stretching etc.
And then it happened. I was facing away from the starting line when I heard this horrific blast. I turned around in time to see a plume of smoke rising from the start area. I knew in an instant it was not good. In what seems like seconds, I saw a bright flash of flames and then a louder blast. I knew what was going on. I was probably 200-300 yards from the explosion. I started to walk towards the explosion when several officers started to scream for us to run. My first thought was oh please don't let the girls be near this! But I knew that after seeing me they would have started to walk towards the finish line to meet me. In my head I knew that they would have been so close to these blasts. My heart was in my stomach.
What I didn't know and I am so grateful for is that Bill was only 1 minute behind me. I thought he had already crossed the finish line. What I didn't know is that I had passed him along the race and didn't see him. Unknown to me, they had waited that extra minute to see Bill run by them, then they started towards the finish. Little did we know that this one minute changed everything for my loved ones. Bill was 1 minute or 100 yards closer to the blast than I was.
For those of you who have not run Boston, the runners chute that we were in is lined with school buses containing runners personel belongings. There were a couple thousand runners now jammed into a "chokepoint" on Boylston St. My training and experience took over and all I was thinking was getting to the girls. Most people were oblivious to the magnitude of what had just happened. Many were saying it was probably a generator or a man hole cover exploding. I knew better. People were still getting their medals and I was trying to tell anybody who would listen that they needed to screw the medal and get out of here. We were in a perfect terrorist trap and I was just waiting for a secondary device to go off. The buses are parked bumper to bumper so you cannot get access to the sidewalk. So I low crawled under a bus and hopped the fence onto the sidewalk. And then I ran, I ran towards my bus parked on the common so I could get my phone and find out what had happened to the girls.
Once I got on the bus, I frantically called Rebecca, Gillian and Heather. All my calls were going straight to voicemail. I was leaving pleading, frantic messages for them. I tried to call Bill and Lauren but nothing would get through. I tried texting everybody again but only got Bill. He said he was safe in the Common and Lauren and Bill were safe too. I still could not get through to the girls. I was frantic, I was helpless. My good friends Kevin Mullen and Mike Maher showed up and told me they had been near the blast also. They told me what I already knew, that it was a couple of bombs, maybe car bombs. The city was in chaos. Our worse fears realized.
I kept trying and trying but nothing worked. My mind was racing trying to figure out what to do next. Thankfully after many calls, Rebecca finally answered. She was hysterically crying and I could not make out what she was saying. Their was terror and fear in her voice but at least I heard it. I was somewhat relieved but it sounded like the girls had been hurt. I talked to Gillian next, thankfully she told me they were OK, a little cut up, bruised and beaten, but they were ok. Heather would need stitches on her foot but they were in tact. I knew the girls were scared and I knew I had to get to them. We finally figured out that they were along the Charles near the Mass Ave Bridge.
I left my stuff with Mully and then ran as fast as I could down Commonwealth Ave. I felt so strong and empowered for those 2 miles. It was like I hadn't already run a marathon. I then turned the corner and ran towards the bridge. I saw the girls being helped by another runner. I ran to them and hugged Rebecca, Gillian, and Heather. I was so grateful that they had not been seriously hurt. We got our bearings, headed towards the car and got out of Boston as fast as we could.
There are so many emotions that I have been experiencing the last 36 hours. Anger, sadness, helplessness, anger again, gratitude. It is tough to comprehend what just happened. You also feel guilty, or at least I do. Why was it somebody else and not me? Why was it an 8 year old boy and not me? Why did I run faster the last 6 miles and where did that come from? Why would some evil bastard do this, knowing that you would kill and maim innocent, happy, loving people?
As Team GSF, we were so looking forward to celebrating my friends accomplishments. And now their feels like emptiness. A big hole in my heart. I don't get to see my friends often and it breaks my heart what happened this monday. I can have some comfort knowing that they are all right physically and I hope mentally too. I just wish there was more I could do.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the victims of this senseless tragedy. My heart breaks for you and your families. I really don't know how to end this blog other than to say... I'll see you at the 2014 Boston Marathon!
Post Script After looking over the blog, there was just so much more I could have written about but I would be here for another week. A couple of things that I must mention is my friend Dawn Nunes(President of the Greater New Bedford Track Club) did an amazing job accounting for all the track club members and keeping a cool head during all the chaos. Dawn was also assisted by my friend Laurie Bertoldo Walker. Well done my friends, well done.
And I left out the most amazing piece of our story, the bravery of our three girls Rebecca, Heather and Gillian. After looking over pictures and video of what happened in Boston, I can only imagine the horror they witnessed. Pure horror. I am so grateful that they are ok and are still with us. Once again i firmly believe the O man was protecting his mommy and all her friends. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-4031048412590699722013-03-16T13:16:00.000-07:002013-03-16T13:16:43.724-07:00Team Owen 2013 New Bedford Half MarathonTeam Owen 2013 will be taking over the streets of New Bedford this Sunday! A sea of blue is ready to descend on the streets of New Bedford and the excitement is palbable. We estimate at least 150 runners representing the Team this year. The amount of support and dedication towards Team Owen is incredible. I can not thank everybody associated with Team Owen enough. Training for the race was especially tough this year because of the weather but we pushed through the mental barriers and continued on. Tommorow will be a special day and one that we will not soon forget! Stay tuned for a post race update!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eo7jMLbfPY/UUTSnBKjlBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/P4ufuMg1ZYQ/s1600/375644_387311687955208_100000291418827_1413747_1121607008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eo7jMLbfPY/UUTSnBKjlBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/P4ufuMg1ZYQ/s320/375644_387311687955208_100000291418827_1413747_1121607008_n.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9awnohi2AM/UUTStJNZroI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Fa7XDQ9W3X8/s1600/11421_10151304502982473_1090372733_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9awnohi2AM/UUTStJNZroI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Fa7XDQ9W3X8/s320/11421_10151304502982473_1090372733_n.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unWsG-745Dw/UUTS5uYEhdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g2lbhPlP74E/s1600/422502_405526292807901_100000516021755_1692737_1105314573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unWsG-745Dw/UUTS5uYEhdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g2lbhPlP74E/s320/422502_405526292807901_100000516021755_1692737_1105314573_n.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-57412190003883306912012-04-01T14:00:00.003-07:002012-04-01T15:04:42.588-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ma-sZ4LNoQ/T3jQ2oOlY3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0lopGCC8FDA/s1600/484037_387299921289718_100000291418827_1413666_939311807_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ma-sZ4LNoQ/T3jQ2oOlY3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0lopGCC8FDA/s320/484037_387299921289718_100000291418827_1413666_939311807_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726556563131687794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPY6K7tvFd0/T3jQ2F7H9xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V7r7tdGOtYE/s1600/409713_10150684954208678_796568677_9335939_1210301241_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPY6K7tvFd0/T3jQ2F7H9xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V7r7tdGOtYE/s320/409713_10150684954208678_796568677_9335939_1210301241_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726556553923262226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF67zXxYOuI/T3jQ15tgsEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h7IAnygcAKI/s1600/426086_10150682233518678_796568677_9324471_644897099_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF67zXxYOuI/T3jQ15tgsEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h7IAnygcAKI/s320/426086_10150682233518678_796568677_9324471_644897099_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726556550644936770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bpFObd5bcQ/T3jQ1b265lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IHxb09CCtJk/s1600/486134_387311704621873_100000291418827_1413748_891671929_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bpFObd5bcQ/T3jQ1b265lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IHxb09CCtJk/s320/486134_387311704621873_100000291418827_1413748_891671929_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726556542631339602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUG70cq5QLw/T3jQ05sUXMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wwzecOgDdGY/s1600/483764_10150685018118678_796568677_9336249_427133707_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUG70cq5QLw/T3jQ05sUXMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wwzecOgDdGY/s320/483764_10150685018118678_796568677_9336249_427133707_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726556533460065474" /></a><br />What a day! Team Owen officially owned the streets of New Bedford for the 2012 New Bedford Half Marathon. It was a truly an amazing and special day, chock full of good times and new memories. I couldn't be any happier or more proud of the outpouring of support and effort of so many. I am truly blessed to be surrounded by so many special people. Here is a brief recap of what transpired on this special Sunday.<br /><br />As Team Owen assembled near the steps of the New Bedford Public Library there were several things that became apparent. First, the weather was going to be perfect. Not a cloud in the sky, bright sunshine and warm conditions. That meant big crowds to come out and cheer all the runners. Secondly, Team Owen had grown from last year. Unofficially I believe we had approx 150 runners for Team Owen this year. We had so many new faces and we have made many new friends. A sea of blue was everywhere and you could tell alot of spectators were watching and saying to themselves, "who is Team Owen." <br /><br />After taking the Team pictures, we headed to the starting line and started to mingle with other runners. Heather was running her second New Bedford Half in memory of her beautiful boy and was super excited and ready to kick some ass. Her escort for the race would be the lovely Lauren "runs for Owen" Lundy straight from the boogie down Bronx. Heather and Lauren have become best friends, drawn together from this terrible disease, but united in the cause to kick SMA so hard. They are bad mama jamas!<br /><br />The gun went off and we were on our way through the streets of New Bedford. This years race had a record number of runners(3500) for the race. The streets were crowded with runners and supporters and it was set for a great day. I was not in tip top shape for this run and opted to just relax and enjoy the run, and take in the whole atmosphere. What became apparent very soon in the race were the cheers from the crowds for Team Owen. You could not run 25 yards without someone shouting "go Team Owen." It was amazing. This year we had the T shirts made by my good friend Russell Katerle from Kat Man sports. He did an unbelievable job and the shirts really stood out. All along the run people were asking me about SMA. Who is Owen? What are you guys running for? How could I join the Team next year? How can I help? I was in running bliss. This is what Team Owen was all about. This is why we run and "we run for those who can't." It was great seeing so many Team Members smiling as we paraded through the city.<br /><br />As I crested the hill of County St(mile 12), the crowds were huge and the cheers for Team Owen were deafening. A big ol cheesy smile was spread across my face. Again the goosebumps were there and stayed with me until the finish line. As I crossed the finish line, I was first met by Dan Macarthy(race director, Friendly sons of St Patrick, supporter of Team Owen and one cool dude.) Dan looked super awesome in his Team Owen apparel. I then waited for other Team members and took in the accomplishments of all the Team Owen members. Everybody was so excited to have run this race on behalf of Owen and were all amazed at the support we received. Lots of endorphins flying around. Heather and Lauren finished super strong and had a great race. Heather was so proud of what her little Angel had accomplished, he has literally changed so many lives. We had at least 150 runners running for Owen, as well as over 400 Team Members who supported the cause. Owen you are one amazing little boy.<br /><br />After the race, we headed to Knuckle Heads Bar and grill for a little post race celebration. Lots of food, fun, raffles and good times. A great crowd showed up and we had a lot of fun. The band was fantastic! It was great to see so many little kids running around in their Team Owen shirts. That is what it is all about. Paying it forward and showing by example that it is cool to give back and to help others. <br /><br />I was fortunate enough to win an amazing charcoal sketch of "Tarzan Brown' an amazing Narragansett Indian who was a tremendous runner. The sketch was donated by an amazing artist, co worker and friend, Scott Carola. And as I looked around, there were lots of smiling faces and contented runners. I can't wait until next year, Team Owen is amazing.<br /><br />There are so many people I would like to thank for all their amazing support. Team Owen is a total team effort and we would not be where we are without everybodys support. First and foremost, thank you to Andrew, Heather and Adyn for being an amazing family and amazing people. Your grace, determination and unselfishness sets the example for all of us to follow. What they have been through and what they continue to do makes me proud to say they are my friends. Thank you to all my friends who supported us, donated or made time for Team Owen. I am surrounded by amazing people and quite frankly I am the person I am because of you. Thank you to Bill, Victoria, and Gwendolyn Strong for all your support and inspiration. What you guys do, how you live, and how you help others continues to amaze us and inspire us. It is an honor to run for the lovely Gwendolyn, a special, special girl! There are not enough superlatives to describe you guys. Last and definitely not least, thank you to the amazing Sampsons(Claudia, Gillian and Ianthe). You guys are the foundation of Team Owen and all this is possible because of your hard work. You guys are always willing to drop what you are doing to help others and often times it goes unrecognized or unappreciated. Believe me, we all appreciate who you are and I am fortunate to have you as friends. You guys kick ass.<br /><br />And Dear Owen, thank you for inspiring us and making us realize how fortunate we really are. Your beautiful smile is a bright beacon that shines brightly and will continue to shine. You are changing lives and making us realize the power of one little boy. We will continue to run in your honor and keep you in our hearts as we continue to fight this shitty disease. I am one grateful man. <br /><br />Ahhh these are SPECIAL DAYS!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-80137714419046268402012-02-24T15:49:00.003-08:002012-02-24T16:08:08.571-08:00SMA Angels and Warriors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Az7DJP9vK0/T0gmXFQa0tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yjTGvWyGvsM/s1600/418193_393905813969949_100000516021755_1659868_601465446_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Az7DJP9vK0/T0gmXFQa0tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yjTGvWyGvsM/s320/418193_393905813969949_100000516021755_1659868_601465446_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712858305309364946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bHs54BR9U8/T0gmWloDntI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QeENmvvUT18/s1600/430290_393817187312145_100000516021755_1659040_854677615_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bHs54BR9U8/T0gmWloDntI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QeENmvvUT18/s320/430290_393817187312145_100000516021755_1659040_854677615_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712858296818573010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ-fYHv0OJM/T0gmWYXADsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/O8_Jxe1aaX0/s1600/423096_393817280645469_100000516021755_1659043_1248973350_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ-fYHv0OJM/T0gmWYXADsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/O8_Jxe1aaX0/s320/423096_393817280645469_100000516021755_1659043_1248973350_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712858293257375426" /></a><br />Well folks 2012 is in full swing and I hope your training is going well. As you may know, we are running the New Bedford Half Marathon on March 18th 2012 in memory of Owen Simmons. Team Owen was a smashing success last year and we are hopeful that we will have as many or even more runners helping stomp out SMA. The response thus far has been outstanding and the donations are starting to roll in. Last year we were able to raise over $15,000 and we are hoping to top that mark. Let's get that moolah flowing.<br /><br />We have a new T-Shirt design this year and to put it simply, they are awesome. We will have over 100 runners with their blue angel wings come race day. Again all we are asking of Team Owen members is to wear their shirt on race day and to take a picture with the whole team before the race on the library steps. After your race is run and completed, we will be having a post race dinner and party at Knucklheads Bar and Grill. We will have food, music, raffles and a great time. If any Team members know of anybody who wishes to donate any raffle items, we are excepting. We will also be having 3 more training runs on the New Bedford Half course starting this Sunday and following the next two Sundays. It is a great way to meet other Team Owen members and to also get a feel for the course. Come on out and experience some great people running for a great cause.<br /><br />Finally, Heather(Owen's Mom) received some sobering news this week. She received an email from a local family who shared that their 4 month old child had just been diagnosed with SMA. They are full of fear, sadness, worry etc. SMA is so cruel and this is a strong reminder of why we do what we do. Be grateful for your healthy children. Be grateful for you're health. Remember how devastating this disease is and that SMA babies and their families need our help and support. So lets dig deep and and try to make even more of difference in a child's life this coming half. Thank you so much for your continued support and help and remember "WE RUN FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-33639341936141104942011-12-31T12:40:00.000-08:002011-12-31T13:10:40.094-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qj7LV4jIiyI/Tv9zjLcGzOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V4HLfpZAf1M/s1600/1000000171.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qj7LV4jIiyI/Tv9zjLcGzOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V4HLfpZAf1M/s320/1000000171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692395502222888162" /></a><br /><br /><br /> Well 2011 went by in a blur but it was certainly a memorable year! I am grateful for all that I was able to accomplish and look forward to more adventures in the coming year. There is alot on tap and I'm sure more will reveal itself.<br /><br /> Once again, I entered the lottery for 2012 edition of the Western States but sadly I was not picked this year. I am a bit disappointed but I am grateful for the opportunity to have run this race two years in a row. Many go years without being selected so somebody else will have the chance to have their life changed by this incredible race. However my good friend Kenny "the gambler" Rogers was selected this year and he asked me if I could pace him. Of course I gladly accepted and will be in Squaw Valley this coming June to support and help bring Kenny across the finish line. I will be able to view the race from a different perspective and still represent Team Owen and the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation at WS100.<br /><br />Which brings me to the purpose of this post. Once again SMA ass kicking will be in full effect again in 2012 and you can join us and help make a difference in a child's life. On March 18th 2012, the New Bedford Half Marathon kicks off and Team Owen will be running strong in Memory of Owen Simmons. Last year was our inaugural event and it was a smashing success. We had over 100 runners running for Owen and this year I know we can top that number. It was a such a great day, an exciting day, a day that we still talk about. " There are big days, and their a little days.......Make this your BIG DAY." <br /><br />We are in the process of ordering t-shirts for the event and also planning an after race dinner/party. All we ask to join Team Owen is to purchase a t-shirt and wear it proudly on race day. We will also have a fundraising page set up on the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation page to make it super easy for any fundraising you want to do. We encourage fundraising for our cause but it is not mandatory. Every penny counts though in helping find a cure for this crappy disease. Again we will take a pre race photo on the steps of the New Bedford Public library to show everybody that we are in the SMA ass kicking business and business is booming! We will also have some training runs on the course starting in February and I will be posting when they will take place. For any further info, don't hesitate to contact me at stephen.taylor5@comcast.net or on facebook.<br /><br />I would just like to thank my friends from Team Owen for all their help this year. Without you guys, all of this would not have been possible. A very special thanks to Andy, Heather, Adyn, Bill, Victoria and Gwendolyn Strong, Gillian and Claudia Sampson. You guys rock and I am fortunate to call all you friends! 2012 here we come!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-46544422283522971812011-07-03T15:04:00.000-07:002011-07-03T19:31:07.448-07:00Western States Part Deux<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbweqOT1kj0/ThEl3-kp7nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4vcxGBAwCXs/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbweqOT1kj0/ThEl3-kp7nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4vcxGBAwCXs/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625319053182234226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3d3bSXMEXvI/ThEl3bo2_BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2UGiquSt9As/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3d3bSXMEXvI/ThEl3bo2_BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2UGiquSt9As/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625319043804625938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIHzZne1mp0/ThEl2x4ljEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YDjwuv1t_40/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIHzZne1mp0/ThEl2x4ljEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YDjwuv1t_40/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625319032596302914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH_IBIcqLNQ/ThEl2VpwvvI/AAAAAAAAAII/DJIXDcaKyjE/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH_IBIcqLNQ/ThEl2VpwvvI/AAAAAAAAAII/DJIXDcaKyjE/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625319025017929458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8B77uRI-2uI/ThEl2BM7tYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lAXLg9ZNPlQ/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8B77uRI-2uI/ThEl2BM7tYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lAXLg9ZNPlQ/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625319019528304002" /></a><br />With Western States 2011 in the books, now is the time to reflect on a truly special and epic weekend!<br /><br />First off, I am very grateful that I had the opportunity to run Western once again(two years in a row) It is such a special event, a world class affair that is terrifically run. There was about a 7-10% chance of getting in this year so a bit of luck was on my side. There are so many factors that make this such a special race. The first thing is the course/trail itself. I live at exact sea level so I don't get the opportunity to run on such a beautiful trail. The Sierra Nevada's are amazing. The history, the elevation, descent, flora and fauna etc, it is a beautiful part of America. <br /><br />The other factor that makes Western so special is the volunteers and race officials. The size and scope of this race is huge and I am very thankful to the race committee for the hard work they put into this race every year. The Sierra's had been blasted with snow all winter and still had huge amounts of the white stuff for the first 35 miles. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been to make all these last minute changes, a logistical nightmare. The race went off without a hitch and went very smoothly. As for the volunteers, they are second to none. They give up there whole day(sometimes two days) to help you accomplish a life long dream. They are so happy, supportive, willing to do anything for you(including taping up my nasty dogs). When you are feeling at your lowest and you come stumbling into one of the aid stations, the volunteers will always send you on your way feeling so much better. I salute all the volunteers at the Western States 100.<br /><br />The pre-race buzz was electric. Myself and the Mullenator had changed rooms and were now in the center of the Squaw Village. Tons of world class runners and back of the packers like me milling about. It was a great place to stay and we were right in the middle of everything. All the pre-race briefings went according to plan but I have to admit I was a bit frazzled. I freaked out for a spell when I thought I had lost my race number. Little did I know or I had forgotten that they had not given it to me yet, it was to be given to me the next morning. Mullen could only laugh and tell me to try to keep my head in the game.<br /><br />Something special did happen during the pre-race briefing that I want to share. I was wearing my 100 Miles 4 Owen shirt when I was approached by a man whose name escapes me. He asked me if I was affiliated with the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation. I was a bit surprised and said that I was. He stated that he recognized the 100 Miles 4 Owen from the GSF website. He mentioned that they have a child with a disability and that his wife follows the Strong's blog religiously. I felt so proud and also a sense of accomplishment. Myself, Mullen and Magda received so many compliments from the shirts we wore and the slogan "we run for those who can't". I love being able to take the time, explain the story of why I am running these races and spreading the message of ending SMA.<br /><br />Magda arrived on Friday afternoon and the team was fully assembled. I had my running guru/pacer and now I had my chief crew member/Facebook posting officer/No hands Bridge or Bust runner. Team Owen was fully assembled and would not be denied. Let the SMA ass kicking commence!<br /><br />The morning start was again a literal blast, approx 400 runners and there friends and families assembled at the base of the Squaw Valley Ski resort. The shotgun blast signified the start and we were off. After about 100 yards of running, this part of the race turns into a power hike/sometimes run up the ski slope. They modified the beginning of the race because of the nasty white stuff on the other trail. This I certainly appreciated. After approx. 50 minutes of hiking/running we reached the top of Escarpment. Again I took time to take a look around and was again treated to breathtaking views. Now the fun part.<br /><br />The big story of Western States 2011 initially was the SNOW. The course had been modified even more than last year because of the snow pack. There was still over 8ft of snow pack in some parts of the high country making the running a bit dicey. I decided before the race that I wasn't going to worry about it or complain about it because there was nothing I could do about it. Last year I found it not to be that big of a deal and kind of enjoyed it. It wasn't running so much as skiing but it was fine. This year was a bit different. The night before the start had been a bit cooler and I found the snow to be more icy. It was tough going but it wasn't that big of a deal. I found myself working a bit harder and I think for some reason the altitude effected me more this year. I fell on my ass a good 8-10 times but no significant injuries or problems. I actually fell right on the back of my head but it didn't hurt. I 've been accused of being a bit a hard headed!.<br /><br />After about 15 miles of running through the snow, we dropped into the French Meadows Reservoir for some sweet single track. It was a welcomed change from the snow slog and I ran fairly well. My lungs for some reason were still feeling it but no major issues. We came into the Duncan Canyon Aid station and I replenished with some fuel. I was feeling pretty good at this time and ran out of the aid station fairly quickly. This would be a new part of the course we were running because of the snow. As soon as I left the aid station, I ran into a a little low point. It wasn't a big deal but I felt that my energy was sapped. It might have been the extra work through the snow, or maybe the altitude, but whatever it was I slowed down a bit. The one thing that was nagging on my mind was the condition of my feet and how they would hold up. Last year, my feet were crushed with blisters by mile 80 and I didn't want to go through that nastiness once again. I was using hydropel for the first time and I was def satisfied with the results thus far. However I was feeling a hot spot in the area that had given me trouble last year. It was gnawing at me but I knew there was nothing I could do at this time.<br /><br />This section of the race brought us down a highway road to a new section of the course. The running was easy and I quickly regained my strength. I felt OK and that I was back in the game. We left the road and started a pretty steep climb(over 1000ft) up towards Little Bald Mountain. This was in lieu of Robinson Flats aid station. The climb was tough but I was running ok. I was still feeling my chest though and it was like I couldn't catch my breath. A little further up the trail, my breath was taking away literally as I ran right into a little rattlesnake(at least i think it was a rattler). I am by no means a snake expert but it scared the living bejezus out of me. I definitely picked up the pace after that. There were all kinds of wild life sightings this year, a couple of bears, one of which actually slowed down some of the female lead runners toward the end of the race. This is not your local 5k road race.<br /><br />After what seemed like a lifetime, we reached the top of the climb and came into an aid station. Again I was in a bit of a lull and I took a little more time than I usually do in this aid station. I changed shoes and socks and did a quick assessment. Feets were looking ok but I was feeling the hot spot on the right foot. I decided to press on and deal with it later. The sun was bright and warm but it was not overly hot. This was also a new section that took us out about 2 1/2 miles and then back. There was still snow all over this section which was hard to believe. I was working hard, actually working too hard I think. This section was pretty unremarkable but it did bring us back to the original part of the course, a nice slow descent toward the canyons and the Last Chance Aid station.<br /><br />As the air got warmer, something stood out to me. There were a ton of butterflies this year through out the course. Last year as I ran through the canyons I observed many birds hovering skyward with the heat vents. I was reminded and thought of my SMA angels and this year it was the butterflies that gave me pause and reminded me of why I run ultras. My thoughts turned to Owen and his family, Gwendolyn and her family, and all other babies effected by SMA. I also thought of my Grams throughout the day this year. Grams was a huge inspiration for me and a guardian angel for me. She was always there for me when I was down and I owe her alot. She played a big role and was hugely responsible for helping me become the man I am today and I am eternally grateful for her.<br /><br />As I entered Last Chance, I knew I had to have my foot looked at before I plunged into the canyons. I took about 20 minutes inside Last Chance while a volunteer nurse tended to my feet. She couldn't have been nicer and she had the greatest bedside manner. I was disappointed that I was inside the aid station so long(I am usually right in, right out) but I was sticking to my plan to take care of myself and let the chips fall as they may.<br /><br />I left Last Chance and entered the Canyons, the toughest part of the course. The first downhill section into Devils Thumb is very steep and unforgiving. Downhill running is not my forte and my quads took a beating as I tenderfooted down the canyon. No turned ankles or injuries occurred so I was quite happy. I crossed the bridge and headed up the Devils Thumb climb. What I remembered from last year is that the first switchback literally took my breath away. And this year was no different. My hill training consists of rolling trails on the Cape so this rugged terrain takes it's toll on me. I was planning on doing more hill training this year but my hernia surgery put a kink in that plan. Oh well, I trudged on and found it a little easier than last year. It was not easy though and it sapped alot of my energy. I was feeling Ok and made my way into the Devils Thumb aid station. Again the volunteers were great and I was quickly rejuvanted for El Dorado Canyon. This is some sweet running, a deeper canyon but more gradual in its descent and ascent. I ran the downhill very well, probably a bit too well. By the time I got down to the bottom my quads were crying momma. I climbed up El Dorado with no problems and was even able to run a bit of it.<br /><br />I made it out to Michigan Bluff(mile 55) feeling ok but a bit tired. Usually your crew is able to pick you up there and give you a bit of energy but because of logistical issues, Magda and Mullen could not meet me there. I was ok with that because the aid stations are really stocked well, but it would have been nice to see my team. I was buoyed by the site of Jim Guilford and the members of the G.A.C. running club. They cheered my every step and definitely gave me a boast. Gilly and the rest of the members of GAC always make the trip out to Western and they are what is good about the sport of running. Great people! I quickly made my way out and started running towards Volcano Canyon. Only 6 miles until I see Magda and Mullen and make my way into the final 38 miles.<br /><br />I made my way up onto Bath Road on my way to Foresthill. Mullen was at the bottom and he was a site for sore eyes. I never have a problem going at it alone but it is always easier if you have somebody to pick you up when your feeling down. We made our way to Foresthill Aid station and I was feeling pretty good. I wanted to get in and out because I was about an hour earlier than last year and wanted to make some time. But I stuck to the game plan and had my footsies looked at. I had the pleasure of being attended to by my new friend George Miller. He took great care of my feet and he taped up those badboys with some Rocktape. They felt great and I felt pretty confident that the blister issue of last year would be last years problem. George was great along with all the other volunteers of the aid station. In particular a young lady who was with George whose name escapes me. She was very helpful and supportive and a great example of all the volunteers at Western. After about 20 minutes we met up with Magda and did a quick systems check. I was feeling pretty good and wanted to get going into the trail. I am so very grateful to Magda for making the trip out to Western for me. Crewing at these races are never easy, lots of running around and lots of waiting. Magda does it without complaint and is always willing to do for others. She was amazing and a huge boost as I made my way into the final 38. If I made it to mile 93, Magda would be pacing me the final 7 miles across No Hands Bridge and Robie Point.<br /><br />As we entered Cal Street there was still plenty of daylight left. I wanted to run as much as I could with daylight still on and made it about 1/2 hour before the headlamp came on. The trails and running were fantastic and I was feeling pretty good, except for the quads. Myself and Mullen fell into a pretty good rhythm and enjoyed our run. I hit a few rough patches but all in all there were no problems. Mullen did a great job of pacing me and keeping me company. I can be a long day on the trails and I some time put my crabby pants on. Mullen put up with my bullshit and was a great pacer. I would pick him again to pace me in a heartbeat. He's got great mojo!<br /><br />I put on the headphones for a little bit as we ran along the American River. The running was good and strong and pretty memorable as I listened to the Dark Side of The Moon while running along the American River. It was very cool. We then approached the Rucky Chucky River Crossing at mile 78 feeling pretty good. The volunteers were again great and were a huge boost. Again this year we had to cross the river using boats, which was fine with me. One year though I would like the challenge of crossing that river late in the evening. Maybe next year, hopefully. One of the volunteers told me to step onto the boat and as I did I slipped and fell hard into the boat. Everybody was laughing including myself. At mile 78 you don't mind making a fool of yourself. We made it across the river with no problems and made it to the next aid station, Rucky Chucky Far Side. Magda had made the long 2 mile walk from Green Gate aid station to meet me. I quickly changed my shoes and socks and we made our way up the 2 mile climb towards Green Gate. This climbed sucked and I was in full bitch mode. I was feeling so good crossing the river and now I was struggling to climb up this steep road. I was complaining, bitching, moaning and groaning lol. I was in a low patch for sure but kept my head down and kept on plugging.<br /><br />The next 20 miles are in the deep of the night for me and were a struggle last year. This year I felt a bit better and I felt I was running more of these sections. I was running pretty well for a while but I was in full grumpy mode, Right after mile 85 aid station, I rolled my ankle in the same exact spot as I did last year. These little damn holes along the trail got me again. I was able to walk it off and then run it off and it didn't present any further problems for me. <br /><br />We made it into Brown's Bar aid station(mile 89) and I knew I was coming to the end. At this time I knew I was going to finish the race but I was a bit disappointed in my time. I knew I was a bit faster than last year but I guess I had higher expectations. After running out of the nasty part of the trail leaving Brown's Bar, I was able to run alot better than I had last year. This was the direct result of not having a blister problem in either foot. We plugged along to Highway 49 where we would meet Magda so she could pace me in.<br /><br />As we entered Highway 49 to pick up Magda, I was feeling Ok, actually alot better than last year. I even told Magda as we started running that I wasn't as crabby as I was last year and we got a laugh out of that. The running was slow and painful but we were making some progress. Halfway through the race I was hoping to run somewhere in the low 25 hour range but that ship had sailed. I was pretty close to the 27 hour mark and it was pretty doable. However my quads were toast and were not functioning that well. We pressed on and kept going. Magda was doing a great job, gently prodding me to keep going and then letting me know that we had to pick it up if we wanted to make 27 hours. I told her that breaking 27 was not a big deal to me and that my quads were hurting to much for me to push it to hard. Typical baby talk. She stuck with me and we made our way across No Hands Bridge. No hands Bridge and the surrounding area is breathtaking. The sun had just come up and the canyon river basin was live with different colors. The American River was roiling and very powerful! I love the area. <br /><br />As we approached Robie Point(Mile 99) Mullen made his way down the steep climb to greet me and encourage me. We trudged our way up this climb(whose idea is it to put a steep ass climb at mile 99 of a 100 mile race anyways lol). We made our way out of the trail and made it out to the familiar road towards the track. It is great seeing all the residents of Auburn up early, cheering you on. After running all night in solitude, it definitely pumps up your spirits. I really wanted to run and push the pace into the track but my quads did not want to cooperate. I ran for a little while and then I stopped. I was spent. Magda then let me know with about 1/2 mile left that I had about 12 minutes to make 27 hours. I got my ass in gear and proceeded to run as hard as I could. <br /><br />As I entered the track, I was again overcome with emotions. The very same weekend in 2007 was a terrible low point in my life. I was adrift and felt that I had no purpose or hope. My life had turned to shit. As I entered the track it struck me how much life can change and I am so grateful for that. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and know good thing dies! I was running 100 miles for the second year in a row instead of being stuck and spinning my wheels. Unbelievable.<br /><br />The time around the track is much too short, you don't even realize that you are running. As I made it too the finish line, John Medinger announced my name, and that I run for Owen Simmons and to find a cure for SMA. I made a quick look skyward, a little point towards the O-man and then onward to the finish line. I finished in 26 hours and 54 minutes. Someday i will get that silver buckle, I know I will but for the time being I am totally happy and satisfied with my time. Just finishing or starting the race is reward enough.<br /><br />Again Western States was a truly remarkable experience and life changing event. I love this race and will run it every chance I get. I ran 100 miles and I feel so grateful for that. I have been given a gift, the gift of endurance and the gift to persevere. I feel on top of the world and love feeling like this.. I will continue to run Ultra's in honor of Owen and will keep on running until a cure for SMA is found, or until my legs fall off. <br /><br />Again a special thanks to all of Team Owen, for without your help no of this would be possible. A special thanks to Claudia and Gillian Sampson who I can always count on to get stuff done. They are Team Owen's foundation and are the best. Even though I am still mad at them for cleaning my house, fixing stuff, etc. lol Magda and Kevin, you guys were great and I am forever thankful for your sacrifice. Magda is always quick to help out and give of herself and for that I am eternally grateful. She is always thinking of others and she is a power of example on how to be selfless. I will be there for Magda when it is her turn to run Western! Kevin I had a great time at Western this year and hopefully we can do it again. You can pace me anytime or next time I will pace you. To Bill, Victoria, and Gwendolyn, thank you for all your support and positive vibes. You don't know how much a power of example you guys are and I am grateful for your friendship. We will not stop until our work is done. Bill the marathon is going to be epic! To Andy and Heather, again thank you for sharing your little angel with all of us and for being the people you are. You guys are amazing and I cant wait to do it again. Finally to my main man Owen, thank you so much for inspiring me, for helping me become a better man. We will continue to honor you and to make changes in children's lives. You are not forgotten, only remembered more strongly!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-8137280305936042172011-06-22T10:34:00.000-07:002011-06-22T11:48:37.121-07:00Mad as Hell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOD37g-r5ds/TgI4-H53rnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-vwy1PGkoJ8/s1600/34470_404561271401_604171401_4995306_4202961_s.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOD37g-r5ds/TgI4-H53rnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-vwy1PGkoJ8/s320/34470_404561271401_604171401_4995306_4202961_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621117924836617842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjZEna87Pqg/TgI490yEjuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AsmUyiEruFs/s1600/IMG_0085.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjZEna87Pqg/TgI490yEjuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AsmUyiEruFs/s320/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621117919703633634" /></a><br />As the Western States 2011 has approached, alot of different things have been going on in my cluttered head(and boy is it cluttered). Last years event was truly a life changing event, a memory that when I'm old, grey, senile and ready for the nursing home, I will be able to reflect back, smile, and say I gave my all. I was able to honor a little boy who has done so much for so many people. Unfortunately Owen never got the chance to even know it. He never got the chance to be, just a little boy. I was also able to meet an amazing family, Victoria and Bill Strong, proud parents of the lovely Gwendolyn. As I corresponded with the Strongs, I immediately got the sense that I was dealing with an amazing family. Like Andy and Heather, they have a child afflicted by this dreaded disease. Also like Andy and Heather, they are a power of example. I saw first hand how devastating this disease is, not only to the little warrior but to the whole family in general. And I saw how Andy and Heather handled it with Owen, and I see how the Strongs deal with SMA. How to conduct yourself in adversity. How to take the high road when the low road would be that much more satisfying. How they are doing everything in their power to come up with a solution to this hideous problem. How SMA families do it, I do not know. I often think to myself, how would I handle this adversity, would I be strong enough, would I have enough grace under pressure? I dont think I'm that strong a person.<br /><br />As the race has drawn a bit closer I have got a bit more excited. The excitement however was nothing like last years run up to the race. I was just beside myself in anticipation last year. I don't know what it was, maybe just because it wasn't a new experience. Not that I think I'm an old 100 mile veteran, I'm just trying to quantify why I was feeling the way I was. When I had surgery in April I was really hoping I would be ready but internally I was at peace if I couldn't run. As I healed from the surgery I was fairly certain that I would be able to run and again I got slightly excited. May rolled into early June and I started thinking more and more of the race. Then Victoria posted a blog and it gave me pause. Victoria talks about how unrelenting this disease is to Gwendolyn and the family as a whole. How it is totally consuming and its like they can't even catch their breath for a minute. Every SMA family feels this pain. I was choked up. Well anyways, I thought to myself, "this is why we run, we run for those who can't." Why I am doing this? Obviously there are selfish reasons, I'm able to do something that I love to do and do something that not alot of people are able to do. But the real reason that I'm able to do this is because i was given a gift of inspiration. And I can't forget that! I have to give back and give everything I got! So it was time to get pumped for this gift of running Western States once again and boy I am.<br /><br />Before I left yesterday I made sure that I grabbed my sheet of paper with the that lovely smiling face of Owen and all the names of SMA Angels who are no longer with us. And I'm mad as hell because sadly there are more names to add. There is more work to be done and its time to do more. I'm mad as hell because on a daily basis another child or family has to deal with SMA. 100 Miles 4 Owen has started a small fire that is growing. Friends who have never run before are now running for those who cant. Endless messages of support and encouragement are flowing in as well as the generous donations! The message of ending SMA is being spread but we need to do more. Its time for everybody to do a little more so some of the pain that is felt can be eased a bit and so no other families have to endure this hardship. Thats why I'm mad as hell!<br /><br />So yeah for the last 10 days or so I've been super excited and motivated. Like truly motivated to do the best that I can. I can't wait to get out there and lay it on the line. And this year's edition of the Western States looks like it may be a bit more difficult conditions wise. The course has been altered due to huge amounts of snow(8ft snow pack) in Robisnon flat. So it looks like snow up to about mile 34 plus as an added bonus it is 100 degrees in Sacramento right now. Forecast for Auburn this weekend looks to be in the low 90's which will make the Canyons a bit toasty. And you know what, I cant wait. Again I will have my SMA angels with me carrying me through the day. <br /><br />This year's crew will have a bit different feel to it this year. The lovely Magda will once again bring me in from mile 93 across No hands Bridge. Again Magda has been a huge help, and inspiration. She is always going the extra mile for all that are in need and is so selfless! Thanks again Magda for all you have done! My main man Kenny "The Gambler" Rogers was unable to make it this year, so Kevin "the Mullenator" is stepping into the breach. He is going to do awesome and I am looking forward to hitting Foresthills with him. It's going to be epic!<br /><br />PS Please go to GwendolynStrong.com and check out what Im talking aboutAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-37637962427571522812011-06-06T17:00:00.001-07:002011-06-07T17:38:37.501-07:00City Slickers III<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzLjYhXAqXk/Te7EgMn9-BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UnJqtiwLnhk/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzLjYhXAqXk/Te7EgMn9-BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UnJqtiwLnhk/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615641842801309714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu-TuDsD3J4/Te7Efv1xfTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3pYabavayQQ/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu-TuDsD3J4/Te7Efv1xfTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3pYabavayQQ/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615641835074583858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRj-G3nGePM/Te7EfEivLfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PHV3spGEsZM/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRj-G3nGePM/Te7EfEivLfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PHV3spGEsZM/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615641823452016114" /></a><br />This years Pineland Farms 50 miler would be my last heavy duty training run for the 2011 Western States Endurance Run. Since I was sidelined with hernia surgery in late April, I was a bit nervous and apprehensive that the 50 miles would be a challenge. I couldn't have been happier with my results or my performance. I came through with zero pain or issues and feel that I am ready to tackle WS100 once again.<br /><br />Myself, Kenny "the Gambler" Rogers, and Kevin "the Mullenator" Mullen headed up early Saturday morning for a couple of small races. Myself and Kenny for the 10k trail race and Kevin running the barefoot 5k. It was a great day to run, a bit overcast and not to warm. I finished right at 48 minutes and placed 35 out of 204 entrants and 9th out of 35 in my age group. I was very happy with the run and held back a bit knowing I had fifty miles to cover on Sunday. Kenny also ran well and the Mullenator had a great frolicking barefoot run in the woods. Mullen is definitely a rare breed and one of the reasons I chose him to pace me this year at Western.<br /><br />Instead of bunking at a local hotel, we decided to "rough it" and camp out on Saturday night. After running on Saturday, we headed back to the camp grounds to set up camp. One problem though, we forgot the tent. Now I don't mind camping but I'm more of a motor home type of camper. We made the best of the situation and trekked out to buy a new tent for the city clickers. We had a great time and alot of laughs. We also met up with the newlywed power running couple, Bethany and Ryan Couto. After a good meal, we bedded down and chilled for the rest of the night. I probably slept about 2 hours the whole night. Call me tenderfoot all you want.<br /><br />On Sunday, myself and Mully were running the fifty mile option while Kenny, Bethany and Ryan, and Lori Watkins and Paul ? ran the 50k option. The race started out very well but I felt a little sluggish for about the first 2 miles. My quads were a bit tight from going hard the day before but they loosened up quite nicely. I ran very well with no issues and felt very strong. After completing the first 19 1/2 hours in 3 hours and 4 minutes I felt that I could finish around 8:30. As I started the second loop I entered the farm/hayfield section of the race. This field was a bit soggy and wet and as soon as the sun came out, it turned into a sauna. It really felt like running in the amazon, even though I have never run in the Amazon, I can imagine that's how it would be. The temps got to be 85 degrees. I slowed right down but didn't struggle at all. This race was very uneventful where I didn't have any real lows or any real highs. I just ran pretty well and plugged along. I finished the race in a little over 9 hours and shaved about 11 minutes of my best time at Pinelands. I felt I could have run a bit faster but didn't want to dump it with Western right around the corner. It was a great day and I couldnt have been happier. Most importantly my hernia was left in tact and I was pain free. All my fellow runners ran extrmely well and everybody had a great time. <br /><br />With Western just right around the corner I am very happy with the way my training has gone. I am definitely stronger than I was last year even though I missed about 3 weeks of heavy duty training because of the hernia surgery. I am very fortunate and grateful for all I have been given, the chance again to honor Owen Simmons, to raise funds for the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation, and to give Spinal Muscular Atrophy a swift kick in the ass! See you in Squaw Valley folks! Stay tuned. The Madman and the Mullenator are Western States bound!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-34285016683851621552011-05-22T13:07:00.000-07:002011-05-22T13:40:03.081-07:00Western States is on!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3VEZeCOW0g/TdlzqNRw1KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qWx_bO6pMAU/s1600/IMG_0097.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3VEZeCOW0g/TdlzqNRw1KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qWx_bO6pMAU/s320/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609641979822527650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fo7ySDr6_m4/Tdlzp92NaJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jTIm2qgeZLE/s1600/100_0232.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fo7ySDr6_m4/Tdlzp92NaJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jTIm2qgeZLE/s320/100_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609641975680428178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-372S4VGX4cE/TdlzpgMSiCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a8yTL_pZKxU/s1600/100_0235.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-372S4VGX4cE/TdlzpgMSiCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a8yTL_pZKxU/s320/100_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609641967719974946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOfpwwxC740/TdlzpWOWcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fWNICHOwtVs/s1600/100_0240.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOfpwwxC740/TdlzpWOWcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fWNICHOwtVs/s320/100_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609641965044265298" /></a><br /> This past December, I was fortunate enough to be selected(AGAIN) for the Western States 100 Endurance Run. The 2010 Western States was my first time running this race, my first 100 miler, and an event that really changed my life. Running to honor Owen Simmons and all the SMA angels made that day so special. It was difficult, epic, challenging, exhilarating, yada yada yada. It was bad ass! Runners from around the world clamor to get one of the coveted spots in this race and I have been fortunate enough to have been selected two years in a row. This year the odds were about 7%-10%. of being selected.<br /> Training was going really well and I had thoughts(however small) of finishing under 24 hours. My mileage was up and I felt so much stronger than I had last year. Ultrarunners often say if your feeling good, just wait a minute, that will change. During a heavy weekend of running I felt some pain in an area that I've never felt before. I noticed a bit of a bulge that wasn't supposed to be there. Long story short, a damn hernia. If I was to be sidetracked, I was to assume it would be from plantars, knees, shins, but no, a hernia. I'm almost ready for the retirement home. This diagnoses put me in panic mode and I was unsure if I would be able to run this years Western.<br /> I was referred to a local surgeon(Dr Nixon) and set up an appt for a look see. I explained my plight to his secretary Olga and she told me she had heard all about Run for Owen and the work we have done trying to raise awareness for SMA. Well Olga in all of her awesomeness snuck me into surgery within 6 days. On April 26th the engine was given an overhaul and I'm feeling ready to go. Dr Nixon was awesome and I highly recommend him for this type of tuneup. I was able to start running again within a week and the mileage has been slowly increasing within the month. Today I was able to do a nice and easy 30 mile trail run with minimal discomfort. I felt strong and I feel ready to go. Again I have been blessed and will be able to toe the line for the Western States. My running angels must want me to kick some more SMA ass! I dont know what that day will entail or how I will feel but i am going to give it my all. <br /> Again we will be fundraising for SMA. I know it is late in the game but I didn't want to go all in until I knew I would have a realistic chance to finish Western States. We will be having some new, fresh, t shirts being made and we are tentatively setting up another fundraiser dinner. More details to follow. Also if you wish to donate directly, you can go to firstgiving.com/gsf and click onto 100 Miles 4 Owen. Again this year I will be taking along my list of SMA angels who have sadly passed away. I carried this list with me the entire 100 miles and looked at it often for strength and inspiration. Sadly there are more names to be added. "This is why we run, we run for those who cant!" Thank you for all your supportAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-22696820759316362892011-03-23T15:57:00.000-07:002011-03-23T18:29:40.062-07:00Team Run For Owen New Bedford Half Marathon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_b5eS6qtYA/TYqed3MoFSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlrvHFiylek/s1600/199182_201860913172622_100000461439188_682326_7280098_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_b5eS6qtYA/TYqed3MoFSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlrvHFiylek/s320/199182_201860913172622_100000461439188_682326_7280098_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587452523576825122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjg8UVhgEeY/TYp7jajwmMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J3QWGrFxyS8/s1600/1000000167.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjg8UVhgEeY/TYp7jajwmMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J3QWGrFxyS8/s320/1000000167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587414136061466818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMoKAcpn_9c/TYp7i0jh0RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QggMFXqk3Js/s1600/1000000171.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMoKAcpn_9c/TYp7i0jh0RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QggMFXqk3Js/s320/1000000171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587414125859950866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93upOk7BD2U/TYp7iRCUUyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XgyUd_wTAz0/s1600/1000000222.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93upOk7BD2U/TYp7iRCUUyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XgyUd_wTAz0/s320/1000000222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587414116325413666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YySpRhSSBIs/TYp7iPkGwiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QmACh0VGSiw/s1600/1000000245.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YySpRhSSBIs/TYp7iPkGwiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QmACh0VGSiw/s320/1000000245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587414115930260002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjTa8nMHKF8/TYp7h0RxyjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0Df1hZ-OnyY/s1600/1000000254.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjTa8nMHKF8/TYp7h0RxyjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0Df1hZ-OnyY/s320/1000000254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587414108605631026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2NEbZO0NvI/TYp67mGlSDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mFRhwTODQmM/s1600/new%2Bphoto%2Bmarathon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2NEbZO0NvI/TYp67mGlSDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mFRhwTODQmM/s320/new%2Bphoto%2Bmarathon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587413451965548594" /></a><br />On March 20th, over 100 runners committed to stomping out SMA gathered at the New Bedford Half Marathon. Why were over 100 runners united to run for a disease most had never heard of? They were inspired by a boy(Owen Simmons) and his wonderful family(Andy, Heather, Adyn). Some of these runners were first time runners, others were grizzled(Kenny Rogers, Kevin Mullen lol)veteran marathoners. The one thing that they had in common was committing to raise money and awareness to try and eradicate a terrible disease. It was a wonderful day, and one that New Bedford will not soon forget.<br /><br />The idea of running the New Bedford Half Marathon on behalf of Owen was a total Team Owen effort. After 100 Miles 4 Owen, myself, Magda, Claudia, Gillian and Heather came up with the idea of running for the little man in our home town signature event. The idea was to try and attract as many runners as possible to run and raise money and awareness for SMA. We decided that we would have T-shirts made and have each runner wear it during the race. The T shirts would be made in Owen's favorite color, red(he loved Elmo) and would have the inscription on the back of the shirt "Running to Find a Cure for SMA, powered by SMA Angels and Warriors." The inscription was designed by Adyn and I have to say he did a fantastic job. Everyone raved about the shirts. We were able to sell over 300 shirts and could have sold 1000 if we had that many. Many runners who pledged to run for team Owen also raised money on their own, whether it was on line or through donations they collected. We did not require Team Members to raise money(only buy a shirt). We wanted to assemble as many runners as possible to run for Owen so we could raise as much awareness as possible. Most do not know what SMA is. Honoring a special boy, raising awareness, and raising money for SMA were are goals and they were all met and exceeded. <br /><br />On the day of the race we had all team members assemble on the steps of the New Bedford Public Library for a group photo. Admittedly I was extremely nervous about how this whole event would go off. Would the weather cooperate? Would enough runners show up and run the race? How would the after party be? Well as soon as I walked up Purchase St towards the library, I saw a see of red already forming near the library. I knew Team Owen would come through and they did with flying colors. After the pic, runners milled around and there was alot of nervous energy around. This would be the longest distance alot of these runners would run. I tried to reassure most that this day would be special and that you would have the power of SMA Angels behind you. I explained how they had helped me through all my dark moments on the trails and that I knew for a fact that they would be with you this day. The day was perfect for running and we lined up for the start of the race.<br /><br />As the gun went off all I could see or was drawn to were the run for Owen T shirts. It was truly amazing and I was totally motivated. The race takes you down Purchase St and then towards the first big hill of the course, Hathaway Rd. The race course was lined with spectators, the majority it seemed were screaming for Team Owen. I usually run with headphones but took in the pleasure of the cheers from the crowd. Claudia, Gilly and our young SMA Warriors were stationed at Hathaway Rd with a huge Run for Owen banner as well as other signs. The crowd and the runners were certainly energized by their presence and they helped alot of first time runners trudge up the hill. After Hathaway Rd the course turns down Rockdale Ave for a long 5 mile stretch towards the beaches. It is a fast part of the course plus a part of the course heavy with spectators. As we approached Buttonwood park, all I could see were Team Owen supporters. It was so inspirational hearing Owen's name as we motored along the course. <br /><br />I would be re missed if I didn't mention my running partner for most of the race. I had just met Matthew Robitaille a month prior when he joined Team Owen. He is friends with Andy and Heather and joined the team to run for Owen. Matt and I were going at a pretty good clip for most of the race(good clip for me 7:30min mile). I asked him what his best time was for the half. Matt said he had only run it once before, last year, and had run that in about 1:55. I looked at him kind of funny and was thinking to myself, "I think Matt has left the reservation." I told Matt that I think we are running about a 1hour40min pace. He looked at me like yeah that's cool. I would like to think that I pushed him during the race but I know it was the power of Team Owen that moved him along. He stayed with me the whole race and ended up shaving 15 minutes off last years time. 15 minutes with minimal training. Sweet.<br /><br />As we hit the beaches we ran into a bit of a breeze but nothing serious. After making the turn towards Davy's locker, the running conditions were perfect. A light tail wind, sun shining on your face, and the knowledge that there were only about 3 miles left. We turned up County St to the last big hill of the race. I felt really strong and just powered up the hill. The crowds were amazing as we came to the finish. A sea of red everywhere. It felt so good to cross the finish line as a member of Team Owen. As I crossed the finish line, I gave a big hug to Dan McCarthy(personal friend and Race Director of th NB Half). Dan and the Friendly Sons of St Patrick host the race each year and every year they outdo themselves. This year was no different. The race kicked ass.<br /><br />After finishing, myself and Kenny "the Gambler" Rogers went back on the course to try and boost any runners from team Owen. We came across Heather as she was coming up the dreaded County St hill and she looked in fine form. Heather stated she was a bit tired but was kicking some serious butt. We ran by a raucous crowd at County St/Clinton St and the cheers for Heather were deafening. The goosebumps were in full effect now and it was a short trip to the finish. As we approached the finish, we were joined by the lovely Lauren Runs for Owen(SMA ass kicker emeritus)! It was great running down the home stretch as Heather completed her first half marathon for her lovely son. We all peeled off from Heather as she approached the finish line so she could enjoy the spotlight, which she richly deserved. As she crossed, I know she crossed with a heavy heart but I also know that her heart was filled with joy and love. I also know that Owen was with his mommy and was so proud of her. I was so happy and proud for Heather, along with all the SMA runners who kicked some serious SMA ass. <br /><br />So many runners of Team Owen ran their best races in their life. Lots of personal records were set and I am a firm believer it was because of those angel wings and the knowledge that they were running for something greater than themselves. They were running for those who cant.<br /><br />After the race was completed, we ventured over to Cafe Funchal for an after race feast/party. Luis Dasilva from Cafe Funchal was amazing in their hospitality. They provided their beautiful bar area to us. They provided free food and drinks for us. They provided a free band and DJ for us. There generosity was tremendous and will not soon be forgotten. A ton of racers, children, families, and well wishers showed up to celebrate. It was so cool seeing so many kids there. I spoke with several young children who told me they couldn't wait to run for Team Owen. During the race and at the party i spoke with several people who were asking "what is SMA." I was able to explain to them a little about the disease and what we are trying to do about it.<br /><br />Finally after a few words were said, we watched and incredible video that was made by my friend Greg Demers. The video shows so many SMA babies and their families. Some had earned their angel wings and some were struggling with this ugly disease. It was a poignant reminder that we still have so much work to do. After watching the video we went outside with everybody and released a couple of dozen red and white balloons in honor of Owen. Tears and goosebumps could be seen on many a person as the balloons lofted in the air. <br /><br />In closing, Owen Simmons has brought so many people together in our community. This day was so special and is a highlight in my life. There are so many people I would like to thank but I am afraid I will leave someone out. I would like to send out a special thanks to Heather, Andy and Adyn for sharing Owen with all of us. I also would like to thank my girlfriend Magda, Claudia and Gillian Sampson for helping me with whatever I needed and for truly being the brains behind the operation. Also thanks to Greg Demers, Jimmy Estrella, Hank Turgeon, Dave Conceicao, Wendy Cordeiro Andre, Matthew Robataille and so many others who raised money and awareness for this special day. The early returns are in and I think when it is all said and done we have raised close to $15000 dollars for the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation. We have only begun folks, we still have more to do and we will continue "to run for those who can't" Stay tuned, Team Owen and the Western States 100 is now in full effect!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-23245143763107951872011-02-27T15:35:00.001-08:002011-02-27T17:51:23.206-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDaU63peL8w/TWr_kYjjWTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EfEbx4KAyL4/s1600/100_0248.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDaU63peL8w/TWr_kYjjWTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EfEbx4KAyL4/s320/100_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578552088983722290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Isyv4MhizDg/TWri_4oVnVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/swPZYQ_rq_Q/s1600/34470_404561271401_604171401_4995306_4202961_s.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Isyv4MhizDg/TWri_4oVnVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/swPZYQ_rq_Q/s320/34470_404561271401_604171401_4995306_4202961_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578520675612990802" /></a><br />Well 2011 is in full swing and we are in full SMA ass kicking mode. On Sunday March 20th 2011, we will be running the New Bedford Half Marathon in honor of Owen SImmons. As of this writing, we have approx. 90 runners committed to running this race on behalf of Owen to help raise awareness for SMA. All of the proceeds will be going again to the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation and also to raise money for a scholarship fund in Owen's memory. Fund raising is in full swing and so many people are raising a ton of money all ready. My friends Wendy Cordeiro Andre, Matthew Robataille, Mike Bates, as well as many others have raised a ton of money. It is going to be a great day. T-shirts are coming and will be in shortly. They have been specially designed by Owen's big brother Adyn. They look fantastic and will have special meaning. We are asking all runners who wish to run on Team Run for Owen to wear this shirt during the race. After the race, we will be taking a group photo on the steps of the New Bedford Public Library to show everybody how unified we are in finding a cure for this damn SMA. After that it is off to Cafe Funchal for a big ol party. Free food, raffles, band, adult beverages, what else can you ask for. It is going to be a great time. Do you want to join Team Run for Owen? We want 100 runners so we still have room. DO you want to make a difference in a childs life. There will be no better feeling for you when you cross that finish line knowing that you have run for something greater. For more info about the race, please contact me at stephen.taylor5@comcast.net. " We run for those who can't!" PS Owen's mom will be running her first 1/2 marathon in honor of her son. Lets support Heather for her first half marathon!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-12660858736861301242011-01-02T13:02:00.000-08:002011-02-27T15:34:35.457-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db_7wU-vcm4/TWrfghoXONI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nijQHN1Y-bA/s1600/100_0354.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db_7wU-vcm4/TWrfghoXONI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nijQHN1Y-bA/s320/100_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578516838328252626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CFXnnUO5dw/TWreW3Ye5AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TmE3hfONznU/s1600/100_0235.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CFXnnUO5dw/TWreW3Ye5AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TmE3hfONznU/s320/100_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578515572856906754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPIihOChNM4/TWreWzrPcCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yLWvWzeRvKo/s1600/100_0185.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPIihOChNM4/TWreWzrPcCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yLWvWzeRvKo/s320/100_0185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578515571861844002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SVoE2s-ps8/TWreWvP72XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RgmjA-IVXXM/s1600/100_0168.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SVoE2s-ps8/TWreWvP72XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RgmjA-IVXXM/s320/100_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578515570673572210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSLoJf0yEEQ/TWreWcjBn6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Rhf-w5EcRDA/s1600/100_0175.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSLoJf0yEEQ/TWreWcjBn6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Rhf-w5EcRDA/s320/100_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578515565653368738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKPV63HDndk/TWreWNKsQAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/flDdXt40vkY/s1600/100_0465.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKPV63HDndk/TWreWNKsQAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/flDdXt40vkY/s320/100_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578515561524772866" /></a><br />2010 has come and gone, and to say it has been memorable would be quite an understatement. There have been great times and some not so great times but I have learned so many valuable lessons this year. There are no guarantees in life and I continue to strive to be the best person I can be. I have met so many amazing people this year and I am lucky to have so many winners in my life. For that I am grateful. Here is a quick re-cap of this year.<br /><br />For me 2010 really started late in 2009. I had just finished my first 50 mile race(North Face Endurance Challenge) and was really looking forward to seeing how far I could go. Running for Owen Simmons had inspired me and had made the training and racing easy. Sadly, Owen earned his angel wings and i wanted to do something more to honor this young man. On a whim entered the lottery for the Western States 100, figuring there was no way in hell I would get into this prestigious race. I had heard of the race before but I never envisioned being able to run that far or for that long. Well lo and behold I was selected on my first try getting into WS. For my first 100 miler I would be running the WS on my first try. Not bad. I was elated but a bit nervous. Sorta like what the hell did I do this for. <br /><br />My good mood quickly turned somber when the very next day my beloved Beau dog collapsed and died in my arms. He was the best dog a man could have, the sweetest boy. I was devastated. Life on life's terms I guess. My great friends Claudia, Gillian and Manny helped me through this tough time and for that I am eternally grateful for their help. <br /><br />I knew I would be running in Owens honor but I also wanted to raise money and awareness for SMA. I talked with Heather(Owen's mom) and asked her which SMA charity we should run for. Heather gave me a few suggestions and said they were all worthy but said the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation is really a special organization. Heather told me how Bill and Victoria Strong helped her out during her trying times and that they work tirelessly to raise money and awareness for this dreaded disease. Bill and Victoria's beautiful daughter(Gwendolyn) has SMA. Boy was I glad that I listened to Heather. GSF is a wonderful organization and they are such powerful, positive people. It is an honor to know Bill, Victoria, and Gwendolyn. They are a shining light and a tremendous power of example.<br /><br />Training started in earnest in January and I was in unknown territory. I embraced it though and looked forward to the challenge. Training in the cold and wind of a New England winter is no picnic but I just trudged through it. Thankfully I didn't experience any injuries and I took really good care of myself. I listened to my body when it told me to rest and I pushed it when I was feeling really good. For me the key is staying off the roads. Of all the miles I logged this year the only nagging injury I suffered was nagging hamstring tightness. When I run on the trails, I am in heaven. The roads not so much. They are a necessary evil for me though. Southern Mass is not exactly a trail running mecca<br /><br />As the weather turned warmer, training really intensified. Like I said I am fortunate that I didn't experience any big problems running. I ran the New Bedford Half Marathon and had a great time. Everything was on track. I was then fortunate to have met a wonderful woman, Magda, who became my girlfriend. She is just as crazy as I am. We hit it off immediately. She even got my clumsy butt into Bikram Yoga. I am so fortunate to have Magda in my life.<br /><br />Training in April was a lot of fun as the weather got warmer. I introduced Magda to trail running and she fell in love with it immediately. She even fell down and ripped her pants open on her first run. Quite the romantic run. I was also able to run the Boston Marathon 2010. This was the second time I ran Boston and I had a lot of fun. It was a perfect day. The weather was perfect, the crowds were great and there was a lot of excitement. And remember how I said Magda is crazy. Well she works for Puma and thought it would be a great idea to run a marathon. Not on the road, but inside of the Newbury St Puma store, on a TREADMILL. Thats right, 26.2 miles on a treadmill. Good grief! She made it with no problems and looked beautiful doing it!<br /><br />Our next endeavor was the Mcnaughton Ultra Marathon in Pittsfield Vermont. This madness had it all, great people, mud, rain, snow, rainbows. You name it, MCnasty had it. The course was a a ten mile loop course throughout the mountains of Vermont. Myself and Magda were only running the thirty mile "fun run" while others had the option of 50, 100, 150, 200 mile option. Thats right, 200 hundred miles. Two hardy souls(Ryan Dexter and Mike Siltman) were able to finish 200 miles. As we started our race, it started to rain, and then pour, and then rain so more. The course quickly turned into a quagmire but we trudged through with no real problems. I was fortunate to meet some great people(Andy Weinberg) and had a fun time in the mud. It was a great mental test and I know it would help for my first 100 mile test..<br /><br />The training continued throughout the spring with no real hitches. i was doing mileage I never thought I would do and it was a real trial and error situation. Some weeks I felt great, others not so much. But I always had my angel with me pushing me not to quit. For one last training run, a group of new friends I had met(Kenny "the Gambler" Rogers, Kevin "the Mullenator" Mullen", Lori Watkins, Bethany Bertrand, Ryan Couto, Jim Frenette, Sheryl Briggs) and Magda and I made our way to Maine for the Pineland Farms 50 Miler. Magda ran and finished her 50k with no problems and I ran the 50 mile option. For the first 50 miles of the race I was definitely not feeling it. My hamstrings were killing me and I was fried from all the miles I had banked for the Western States. But at about mile 25 I was able to regroup and collect my senses. I honestly felt like quitting but again I was able to dig deep and had a running conversation with my running angels. I don't know what it is or what it was but I was reenergized and felt fantastic. I was able to finish in a little over 9 hours and was totally confident in how I was able to dig deep and battle through the low. As an Ultra runner, you must always face a low in a race. Getting through to the other side is the key because often times you come out the other side totally renewed. Although I knew that veteran Ultra runners say that 100 milers are four times harder than fifty milers, I felt confident that I could accomplish my goal.<br /><br />Before The Western States, we were able to raise significant funds for the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation with a fundraiser at lebeau's Tavern. It was a great time and a lot of fun. Lots of raffles and Dave "Buck Nasty" Conceicao on the mic made for a good night. And now it was taper time till the Western States.<br /><br />I won't recap the Western States again(already blogged about it) but I will say this. This was truly a life changing experience. I never, ever in my life would have thought I would have been able to do something as incredible as WS100. I am truly blessed and fortunate, as well as grateful for all my running angels who carried me through this endeavor. I never would have finished without em. As a post note, I just got feeling back in my toes from Western States lol!<br /><br />After coming back from Cali, I took it easy and thoroughly enjoyed my summer. This race definitely took its toll on me and I kept on twisting my ankle. I went through a little depression after the big race but I guess that's to be expected. It can't be all sunshine and rainbows! I shut it down for a little while and tried to rest up.<br /><br />Our next little adventure took us out to the North Face Endurance Challenge in Wisconsin. This would be Magda's first 50 mile race as well as Patty Carreiro's first 50. Patty is Magda's friend and decided to join us out Midwest. The day of the big race brought a lot of threatening thunderclouds and lightning. As we assembled for the start, it started to thunder and lightning. Potential nastiness soon turned to immediate nastiness.. As soon as the gun went off it started to pour all over us. Not little bitty rain, but big old fat rain. It was tough going but we kept on trudging along. It rained for most of the race and made everything tough. Magda and Patty were terrific, me, not so much. It was a tough day and I had hit my wall. At about mile 30, I had had enough. I def didn't want to be out there any longer but knew I couldn't quit. My hamstrings were on fire and non responsive. I again asked for help from my running angels but I think I went to the well once to often. I was going to have to gut this out on my own. Magda and Patty were cruising along just kicking the course's ass. it took all I could to keep up. For whatever reason at about mile 40 I started to feel a little bit better and knew I could make it. This race wasn't about me however, it was about showing two lovely ladies the joys of running long and far. Patty went out ahead of us and it was just me and Magda for the last 2 or 3 miles. I knew she would finish the race but I think she was still a little nervous. I settled her down a bit with a little military cadence and we finished with no problems. It was a great feeling seeing the emotions from Magda and Patty. They totally kicked butt and ran their first 50 like veterans. We had a great time In Wisconsin and met some great friends. Thank you Angie, Miranda, and Tom for your hospitality.<br /><br />Myself and Magda then traveled to London for a wonderful vacation. It was an absolute blast and great time. We jammed in everything you could do and will have lasting memories of a wonderful vacation!<br /><br />I ran a little in the fall but took all of October off to recharge the batteries. It was much needed and the smart thing to do. The lottery to Western States was around the corner and I was unsure if I would be putting in for it. It was quite an expense last year running the race but I decided that the experience was well worth it. Plus I could continue to spread awareness for SMA and run for Owen and all the other SMA Angels. They have done so much for me, it is the least I can do for them and their families.<br /><br />As the lottery approached I knew the odds of getting in the race were low, much lower than last year. I figured i wouldn't get in but would try anyway. lo and behold my name was one of the first names pulled from the hat and I was selected to run Western States 100 2011. I believe the odds to get selected this year were about 9% and I am very fortunate and grateful to have the opportunity to run this special race again. I guess Owen and all those SMA angels who ran with me really had a good time last year and wanted to do it again! Yessir lets do this again. I hope not to disappoint. There is still so much SMA butt kicking left to do.<br /><br />Sadly my year ended on a very sad note. LIfe is life and it has its ups and downs. Like last year, I lost a wonderful family member, Winston. I adopted Winston in October and quickly fell in love with him. He was a cancer survivor and a great dog. Tragically I lost control of him and he ran after another dog into traffic. This was one of the toughest things I have ever had to endure, but thankfully I had the tremendous support of Magda, my great friends(Dave Conceicao, Claudia and Gillian Sampson, and Manny Maciel) They helped me so much and made this difficult time in my life bearable. I also want to thank Dr. William Truesdale and Jeri Poller for the opportunity to be part of Winston's life, even though it was for a short time.<br /><br />I probably left a lot for this year but i didn't want to turn this blog into a War and Peace novel. It was a great year and one that I wont soon forget. Next year is already in full swing and i cant wait for the challenges that await me. I feel I can tackle anything and will continue to strive to be the best person I can be. Goodbye 2010, hello 2011Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-44294129532313374332010-08-18T18:22:00.000-07:002010-08-18T19:11:12.368-07:00100 Miles 4 Owen Celebration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGySLjUPHII/AAAAAAAAADo/oRpbzNz7DJc/s1600/100_0255.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGySLjUPHII/AAAAAAAAADo/oRpbzNz7DJc/s320/100_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506937171523607682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGySLBPqAkI/AAAAAAAAADg/B_33PEQWesE/s1600/100_0259.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGySLBPqAkI/AAAAAAAAADg/B_33PEQWesE/s320/100_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506937162377593410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGySK8b8-UI/AAAAAAAAADY/1sumFFzN7v0/s1600/100_0262.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGySK8b8-UI/AAAAAAAAADY/1sumFFzN7v0/s320/100_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506937161086990658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGyRbskb6lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pHvU0x-E1HI/s1600/100_0255.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGyRbskb6lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pHvU0x-E1HI/s320/100_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506936349373753938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGyRa4OvXZI/AAAAAAAAADI/OjlBoWTsJhA/s1600/100_0259.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGyRa4OvXZI/AAAAAAAAADI/OjlBoWTsJhA/s320/100_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506936335324110226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGyRaUUB0nI/AAAAAAAAADA/LxZgNueTUbY/s1600/100_0262.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TGyRaUUB0nI/AAAAAAAAADA/LxZgNueTUbY/s320/100_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506936325682614898" /></a><br />Sorry for the late blog, but my middle name beside Andrew is procrastination. On Saturday July 17th, team 100 miles 4 Owen met at the Waterfront Grille to celebrate what we had accomplished. Present for the dinner were Magda, Heather and Andy, Claudia, Gillian, David aka Buck Nasty, Greg, Chief Teachman, and Pam Sousa. Tons of laughs, amazing friendship, and a special presentation were in store for the evening.<br /><br />We settled in for a great evening and the fun began. For those of you who know me and my friends, you know that we have no problem making fun of each other, which we did in abundance. Good thing for thick skin! We talked about what a wonderful experience the Western States had been and the amazing work my friends had done to make this journey so special. I am so thankful for their help and support. We were able to raise close to $12000 for the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation, which is an amazing foundation. Victoria, Bill and their beautiful baby girl Gwendolyn are doing amazing work raising money and awareness to help end this dreaded disease. I am lucky and fortunate to have made their acquaintance and to have become their friend.<br /><br />It was a great evening of terrific food, great friends, and for one other reason. Sometime during my run of the Western States, my mind had time enough to wander just a bit. Thats what happens when your on your feet running for 27 hours. My SMA angels were along with me along the way and I got a bit of inspiration from my friend, the Oman(once again). I knew I would not be denied and that I was going to finish this race, come hell or high water. All finishers of the Western States 100 get a coveted belt buckle. A silver for sub 24hrs or the bronze for sub 30 hours. It is probably the most coveted symbol or award in ultra running. During the race I made the decision that I would give the buckle to Andy, Heather, and Adyn. That buckle didn't belong to me, it really didn't. It belonged to Owen, it's as simple as that. I would never have thought about running a race like that if it wasn't for his inspiration. Myself and Magda had the buckle framed on the beautiful poster we had made of Owen. It came out beautiful. It felt so special to give this gift to Heather and Andy, if only to repay them for the gift that had been given to me. When Adyn gets a bit older, i want him to know what a special little brother he has, how he helped change a mans life!<br /><br />This whole experience has been surreal, a life changing event. I cant wait to do it again and to continue to run in honor of Owen and for the Gwendolyn Strong . We are not done, not by a long shot and we will to continue to raise money and awareness to end this dreaded disease.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-17448032748281510762010-07-04T08:47:00.000-07:002010-07-04T12:41:16.003-07:00Western States Endurance Run 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcZ26Rz-I/AAAAAAAAACs/D-0XbWAViDg/s1600/100_0221.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcZ26Rz-I/AAAAAAAAACs/D-0XbWAViDg/s320/100_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130282559426530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcZknyMPI/AAAAAAAAACk/IsVFmHJavbY/s1600/100_0246.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcZknyMPI/AAAAAAAAACk/IsVFmHJavbY/s320/100_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130277650018546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcY32j9zI/AAAAAAAAACc/p1Y2U2VVYf4/s1600/100_0231.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcY32j9zI/AAAAAAAAACc/p1Y2U2VVYf4/s320/100_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130265632405298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcYUKoVQI/AAAAAAAAACU/vlpARQEXBFs/s1600/100_0236.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcYUKoVQI/AAAAAAAAACU/vlpARQEXBFs/s320/100_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130256052901122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcXwYgXgI/AAAAAAAAACM/cykze6YHXDs/s1600/100_0240.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TDDcXwYgXgI/AAAAAAAAACM/cykze6YHXDs/s320/100_0240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130246447422978" /></a><br />It's been a week since I ran my first 100 miler, the Western States Endurance Run. To say that I have been on a tremendous high would be quite an understatement. Today I am feeling a bit blue because the only place I can relive this life changing event is in my mind and in this blog. It will have to do. I feel so grateful and fortunate to have been able to compete in and complete this endeavor. What a wonderful weekend and actually a wonderful six months leading up to the actual race. I have made a ton of new friends, renewed old acquaintances, and lost a few friends. If you told me over a year ago that I was going to run the Western States and finsih this race I would have told you that you were crazy. The body, mind and human spirit are an amazing gift that sometimes we forget how amazing they really are. I was fortunate enough to receive that gift, the spark of the human spirit from a little boy I had only met twice. Owen Simmons's gift to me was that spark of the human spirit. I have tried so hard not to disappoint and to honor Owen's memory the right way. I hope I have done so.<div><br /></div><div>Myself and my pacer(Kenny "the Gambler" Rogers) flew into Sacramento on Wednesday to try and get acquainted with the surroundings of Squaw Valley. I am so grateful to Ken. I had only just recently met Ken and asked him last minute if he would pace me at Western. I don't think it took much arm twisting but his last minute acceptance gave me a lot of confidence. Ken is old as hell and has been around the block a few times! Seriously Ken's experience and knowledge of Ultra's proved invaluable as a I would later find out. On the drive from Sacramento to Squaw Valley it is a little over 100 miles. As my little, ugly yellow, rental car started to strain going up the steep grades my nervousness started to take over. The mountains that we started to climb were so impressive and beautiful but I kept replaying in my head, "how in the hell am I going to run 100 miles in this." My trail running consisted of nice easy rolling trails on Cape Cod, not exactly the mecca for mountain running. I could always rap my head around running 100 miles by just envisioning running from my house to Boston and then back. The Sierra Nevada is not Massachusetts that is for sure.</div><div><br /></div><div>We arrived at our lodging and was in awe of our surroundings. Squaw Valley and the entire area is beyond beautiful. Our place over looked the main valley right into the main village. We settled in relaxed as best we could and awaited my girlfriends(Magda) arrival the next day.</div><div><br /></div><div>On Thursday we climbed to the top of Escarpment(or close enough) for the flag raising ceremony. Again the views were breathtaking and exhilarating. I did notice that it was harder to climb than usual and that the altitude would be a factor. The top of Squaw is at 8200 feet. Troubled by the fact that this was going to be a difficult task, I started to think of different ways that I could channel help and remember my SMA families and angels. I decided that it would be a great idea to carry a piece of paper with me during the entire race with the names of SMA angels, families affected by this disease and people I have lost that were close to me. I don't know where this idea came from but it was probably not me. Probably one of my little angels looking out for this big dummy. I contacted numerous people through facebook and was humbled by the response I got. We received over forty names of kids and adults affected by SMA. Most were people I had never heard of before or even met. Needless to say this boyoued my spirit. How could I fail now with all these angels around me. I had my beloved Elijah Alvarado on my list, a student we grew to know and love from NBHS. Elijah did not have SMA but was a shining star in my life. I had my beloved dogs, BEau and Dempsey who I miss so much. those who know me know how important my dogs are in my life and it was important to have them along for the ride. When I run long distances I always envision them running and playing with the Oman and other SMA angels. I had my beloved Grandmother who meant so much to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>The next day(friday) we had check in, weigh in, mandatory meetings etc. The atmosphere was great and it was amazing seeing some of the elite runners in the sport. It was great to socialize, be around and talk to so many great runners who compete in these races. These are elite, Olympic style athletes that get the same thing I do if I finish. A belt buckle, and for the lucky winners a beautiful trophy. There is no money, no huge endorsement contracts, no big fame or fortune. There are no "artificial sweeteners", " no enhancers" no "cream" or the "clear"There is only the love of ultra running and the feeling you get at the end of a race that you are one bad ass! The thought that you are doing something that most people think that you are either crazy or stupid. </div><div><br /></div><div>Friday night into Saturday was unbearable. Magda had been sneaky and went into town to a printer. I don't know how she did it put she was able to get printed a picture of Owen and had it laminated so I could take him along for the run. She was able to also get a large piece of paper with Owen's pic in the middle so we could put all the names down on the paper to bring along for the ride. Magda was amazing the whole trip. She was always thinking one step ahead of me(which isnt too hard) and was always there for me. I was probably tough to be around by that time but she kept putting up with me. It is so hard for the pacers and crew members during race week. I think it is tougher for them because we runners get to do our thing and just run whereas they do a lot of sitting around and waiting. I am forever grateful. After I had gathered all my stuff that I would need for the race I tried to settle down for some much needed sleep, but that wasn't happening. I tossed and turned for a bit and just watched the clock.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the drive to the start, we looked up at the sky, and the moon looked a bit funny. We new it was going to be a full moon tomorrow but this moon looked like a quarter moon. We later found out that the start of the race would be under a lunar eclipse. What a great wait to experience my first Western. We gathered in the main lodge, got our numbers, and then tried to relax until the 5:00am start. I found myself more relaxed than I had been for the last few days because I was finally going to run. There was def a lot of buzz in the room and a lot of nervous excitement. We gathered outside just before the start and I became a little introspective. I thought how my life had changed in short amount of time. I thought of Owen, my Grandmother, Gwendolyn Strong, my dog Beau and Dempsey, I thought of a lot of things. I was nervous, I was scared but I was determined and confident. I was ready to do this, sink or swim. Gordy Ainsleigh(the founder of the Western States) then took the microphone with about 30 seconds left till the start. He told the runners, "you will leave here as one man but arrive in Auburn as a different man" or something along those lines. Words that are so true.</div><div><br /></div><div>ESCARPMENT</div><div>The gun went off and we started our climb up to Escarpment. Straight up the mountain is about a four mile distance to the top. I settled into a nice power walk up the mountain and ran just occasionally. It was instilled into me to run my own race and not to get too excited in the beginning. I maintained a nice easy pace and talked to several runners during this stretch. When we started our final climb up to the top, the sun was just rising from the east. The view from the top was absolutely awe inspiring and beautiful. The sun rising, Lake Tahoe behind and snow covered mountains and valleys surrounding us. I stood for a few moments and took it in.</div><div><br /></div><div>FRENCH MEADOWS RESEVOIR</div><div><br /></div><div>Because of the late snow melt and and the amount of snow in the high country(Lyons Ridge, Red Star Ridge) we would be running the snow course of the Western States. After Escarpment we ran through approx., five miles of snow, mud, water etc. It was pretty fun and I didn't mind the snow whatsoever. My feet were soaking wet a little earlier than I had anticipated but it was a lot of fun. Plus the scenery, sights and smells were beautiful. After running for a while in the high country we started to drop down into the area known as French Meadows reservoir. It was beautiful running, nice single track along the reservoir. I happily carried on conversations with fellow runners and was just trying to enjoy the run which was easy. I was having no problems and everything was going as well as could be expected. Even my balky hamstring was giving me no problems. My angels were with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>DUNCAN CANYON</div><div><br /></div><div>We started a fairly long hike out of French Meadow reservoir into the Duncan Canyon aid station. The climb up was something else. We ran through burnt out forest and could actually still smell the smoke. After climbing for about a mile we reached the aid station and I did a quick assessment. I was right on the 24 hour cut time but I was under no illusions that I would finish under 24. But I was very happy with my progress and how I was feeling. After some quick refueling and smiles and thank you's to the volunteers, I was stopped by one of the nurses in the station. She kindly observed that one of my nipples was bleeding and that I better look after that. It looked like a had a bullet wound under my heart. I hadn't even noticed. She took care of me and I was on my way. Out of the aid station I started to run pretty well. The terrain was fairly benign and I was going at a pretty good clip. At the bottom of the canyon we crossed a stream that was about up to our knees. It felt great. The climb out of Duncan Canyon was tough and long though. I thought it was never ending. After some good power walking I got of the canyon and was on my way to Robinson Flat(Mile 29.7) I was still in good shape and was excited because I would be seeing Magda and Kenny for the first time.</div><div><br /></div><div>ROBINSON FLAT</div><div><br /></div><div>It was like a winter wonderland in Robinson Flat. It was midday, probably about 85 degrees out already and there was snow everywhere. I came into the aid station in fine spirits, located Kenny and Magda and came in for a quick pit stop. I was feeling really good and strong and didn't want to linger in the aid station too long. I changed my shoes, got some fuel and was on my way. Thats what I mean about the crew, I had last seen them at 5am, 7 hours later I see them for 5 minutes and then I wont see them until Michigan Bluff(Mile 55) As I left the aid station I had to trudge about half a mile through snow until I got to a section where you could at least pick your spots and run. Then came my favorite part of the whole run, a little section called Little Bald Mountain into Millers Defeat aid station. the decline was gradual and I was feeling great. I ran very well and was probably going a bit to fast but I was going to ride it. It was becoming very warm out but again I was in good shape and was experiencing no problems. I cruised that whole section very fast and was taking in the adequate nutrition and hydration(which is the most important thing in an Ultra) I had been weighed at Robinson Flat and my weight had been exactly where it was when I started(198lbs) I continued to cruise these sections until the Last Chance aid station. Things would be different from there that is for sure.</div><div><br /></div><div>DEVILS THUMB</div><div><br /></div><div>I knew I was coming to the hardest part of the course, the Canyons. The Canyons are series of three Canyons, Devils Thumb, ElDorado, and Volcano Canyon. This section of the course is very hard because of the descent, ascent, heat and rugged terrain. It is also some of the most beautiful country in America. After leaving Last Chance I started my descent into Devil's Thumb Canyon. The downhill was brutal and tearing up my quads. My pace had been real good up to this point but now I found myself trying to slow down on the downhills. I am not a good downhill runner and that was purely evident as a congo line of runners flew past me. It took all I could from careening down the trail ass over tea kettle. I maintained my composure and was glad when I finally got to the bottom of the canyon. At the bottom of the canyon there is a small creek that runners usually dip into before they trudge up the canyon wall. There were about four or five runners in the creek cooling off when I went by. I was so tempted to jump in there(I should have) but I just wanted to press on. The long slow climb out of Devil's literally takes your breathe away, at least it did for me. After the third switchback, I was bent over sucking air asking myself how the hell am I going to get out of here. Again I didn't do any serious climbing training and it was now clearly affecting me. I trudged on and struck up a conversation with another air sucking sole. He wasn't having much fun either but we just kept at it. I started to feel stronger and picked up my pace. I made it out of Devil's bruised and battered but I was ok. Only two more canyons to go. The aid station at Devils was great. I scoffed down some nourishment, got dunked with ice water, and got a popsicle for my trouble. I was feeling tired but I thought I would be ok. Onto El Dorado Canyon</div><div><br /></div><div>EL DORADO CANYON</div><div><br /></div><div>El Dorado Canyon is a bigger and deeper canyon than Devil's but is not as steep and is a bit more gradual. The heat was really brutal at this point in the day and I was starting to feel the effects of running this distance over this type of terrain. I wasn't discouraged, I still felt confident, but I knew the work was going to start real soon. As I started down the Canyon, the views were just amazing. I again got introspective and started to think how grateful I am to have the opportunity to do this, but two to be surrounded by such great people in my life. I took a moment along the trail and just took in the scenery. I watched as either hawks, or eagles started to lift up from the canyon and fly around. There was good music playing and I felt this huge amount of emotion wash over me. I knew those eagles were my angels along for the ride with me and their presence pushed me along the course.(More on this at the end). I felt great again and I was over my little down patch. I made good progress down the canyon and trudged up the other side. I was also happy that I had reached the half way point of the race and would be seeing my peeps at Michigan Bluff aid station.</div><div><br /></div><div>MICHIGAN BLUFF</div><div><br /></div><div>When I arrived at Michigan Bluff, I was greeted by hundreds of people who were cheering, volunteering. I hooked up with my crew and took in some quick fuel. I felt pretty good all things considered. I stayed for a few and then I was on my way to Volcano Canyon and and the Forest hill aid station. From there I would be picking up Ken and running the rest of the race with a pacer. The run from Michigan Bluff was pretty uneventful, just a couple of tough climbs and witnessing one of the more impressive athletes around. Amy-Palmeiro Winters is a amputee runner who runs Ultra's with a prosthetic leg. She is the 2010 Sullivan award winner(given to the top amateur athlete) and is as tough as it comes. To run a race like this with a prosthetic leg is incredible. The terrain, the climbs, the descent I find it impossible to comprehend how she does it. I guess she never takes no for an answer and always gets the job done. She is incredible and looked incredible as she breezed past me like I was taking a stroll in the park. Amy is a power of example for everybody to stop whining, get off your biscuit and go ahead and risk it.</div><div><br /></div><div>FORESTHILL MILE 62</div><div><br /></div><div>Ken came down from Forest hill and picked me up about a mile from the aid station. We talked, I told him I was feeling pretty good, and then we started to run into the aid station. Again there hundreds of people cheering and lending support and I felt good again. We met with Magda who went throughout the checklist of things I needed. Magda was great and such a positive light. We quickly got situated and then me and Ken were off into the fading light. we would be running the next 38 miles in darkness and I was looking forward to it.</div><div><br /></div><div>As we descended into the trail it got dark very quickly. The terrain was fairly gentle and I was going along quite well for about 4 or 5 miles. I then started to get tired and a bit cranky. My energy was sapped and I wanted to walk more than run. Ken was patient with me and suggested I get some caffeine in me. I was reluctant to take in caffeine because it sometimes does a number on my stomach. I was having no issue whatsoever up to this point with my stomach but if I didn't do something this was going to be a long thirty miles. I took in a caffeine gel and within 10 minutes I was feeling pretty good. From the Dardenelles aid station to the Rucky Chucky aid station is where I did some of my best running. I felt great and we ran at a pretty good pace. We basically only walked the uphills for a good stretch and made up a lot of time. We were picking off runners and it felt pretty good to be running this well late in the game. However I started feeling something in my right foot that I knew was going to be a problem later on. The beginning of a huge deep blister on the bottom of my right foot had started to develop. It wasn't stopping me from running but it was increasingly getting worse. I knew I would have to get it looked at but I decided to wait until after the Rucky Chucky River Crossing. Good, bad or different it would have to wait until then because that was where my last pair of socks and sneakers were located. The running was amazing though. We were under a bright full moon and ran a lot of the course along the American River. The trails were skinny and one bad tumble meant a bad tumble straight down the mountain into the river. Didn't want to go there so I maintained my vigilance.</div><div><br /></div><div>RUCKY CHUCKY RIVER CROSSING</div><div><br /></div><div>The Rucky Chucky river crossing is a section that runners usually cross the river on foot. Because of the late snow melt and heavy volume of water we had to cross the river by boat. I was secretly hoping to cross the river for the sheer experience of it but maybe it was for the best. We made it across without a hitch, again the volunteers were amazing and I made it to the aid station. A podiatrist looked at my foot and was pretty impressed by the size and depth of the blister. He said he would do the best he could and tape me up and then sent me on my way. He was great, fixing me up and then I was on my way to Green Gate aid station. It is about a two mile grind uphill from the river to Green Gate. It gave me a chance to test out my foot and to rest a bit while I walked up the hill. I still felt pretty good but my enthusiasm was starting to wane. This was going to be hard work from here on in and the toughest 20 miles I had ever thought of running. We got to Green Gate and lo and behold it was Magda. She had walked down from the parking area to see me at Green Gate. It was unexpected and a great surprise. I assured her I was good, even though I wasn't and that I was going to do it!</div><div><br /></div><div>BROWN'S BAR MILE 89</div><div><br /></div><div>The ten miles from Green Gate to Brown's bar was pretty tough. I was running ok, but my quads were shot and it felt like someone was sticking an ice pick in my foot. We were running though and making progress, until I fell into a hole and rolled my ankle. I got that white hot flash of pain and I thought that my race was over. I must have scared some bears and wildlife because I let out a blood curdling scream. Kenny was scared too but I quickly started moving forward and assured him and myself that I would be Ok. Until I did it again about two minutes later. It wasn't as bad this time but I was worrying when was my luck going to run out. I changed headlamps and then moved in front of Ken. The trail was slow going until we made it to Brown's Bar. Brown's Bar is a pretty unique place. Rock music is blaring, drinks are flowing, and there were a few interesting characters roaming the aid station. Daybreak was just happening and everybody in the aid station was still in great spirits, except for me. My main man Ken felt so good that he had a shot of Jeagermister. I was in the dumps and not feeling it anymore. I was in one of those celebrated lows and I was unsure if I was going to get out of it. Every step hurt and I still had ten miles to go. Ken was doing his best to help me but it wasn't working. At this point I was pretty sure that I was going to finish, I just didn't know what kind of shape I was going to be in. It is only four miles from Brown's Bar to Highway 49 aid station but it felt like an eternity. It was slow going and I was struggling. The downhills were very tough on my feet and I was having tough time mentally. I knew I was going to finish, but I was still struggling. We started to run a bit and then there was a long climb up to Highway 49. Again I was passed by Amy as she blasted up the climb. Again she was a power of example to me because I knew if I was hurting, she was hurting twice as bad. We slogged the rest of the highway and finally came to Highway 49. That four mile stretch was def the toughest stretch for me in the race.</div><div><br /></div><div>HIGHWAY 49</div><div><br /></div><div>Ken had suggested to Magda that it would be a great idea if she ran in the rest of the way with me. In my tunnel vision throughout the race, I hadn't thought about including her in pacing me. I was so glad Ken had his wits about him and included her in the race. I know it meant a lot to her and it did to me. So Magda was going to be taking me in the last 6 1/2 miles. When I came stumbling into the aid station, she must have thought to herself maybe this wasn't such a great idea. I was not my normal cheery self and was in <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>quite a bit of pain. I made a detour into a porta potty and didn't sit down fearing I wouldn't get back up. I was quick through the station, got what I needed and moved along. I warned Magda beforehand that I was hurting a little bit and I may not do a lot of talking, and that I had a lot of work to do. She was very understanding and excepted her lot. I was in quite a bit of pain but I started to move a little better. The views and scenery were amazing and the sun was coming up in earnest. The running was fairly good and we made it to No Hands Bridge aid station. The views were spectacular and from there you know you are almost home.</div><div><br /></div><div>AUBURN</div><div><br /></div><div>My spirits were def picking up and we ran for most of the way until we made the long climb out of No Hands bridge to Robie Point. It was steep a climb, steeper than I thought but we made it without much of a hitch. We finally left the Western State Trail and were on the streets of Auburn for the last mile. I would have felt great but there was still another steep ass hill we had to climb on the road. Ken came down and met us and took a few pictures. The elation was starting to overcome me now. Even though I was in intense pain, I knew that I had done something I never thought I would be able to do. I started to get quite and introspective again and started thinking about all that has happened to me, good and bad. As we wound our way through the streets i could see the stadium. I had seen this stadium before in video but it was <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>quite something else in person. It was just an ordinary high school stadium, but it just as easily could have been the Roman Coliseum. Tears of joy started to surface and I started to think of Owen, Gwendolyn and all my SMA angels. The pain was gone from my legs and I didn't want this lap to end. I felt such pride as they announced my name, where I am from, and what I do for a living. They also announced that I was running on behalf of Owen Simmons and to help defeat SMA. My heart was full and my journey was complete.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are so many people I want to thank who helped make this a journey of a lifetime. Again I am surrounded by the best of people and I firmly believe is a direct reflection on oneself. Surround yourself with winners and a winner you shall be. I want to thank Claudia and Gillian Sampson for being the most selfless, helpful, and giving people I know. NONE of this would have been possible without there help and for that I am eternally grateful. Andy and Heather, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a power of example and sharing your sweet angel with everybody. Heather you told me during my run to please talk with Owen and to tell him how much his mommy missed him. I did have that running conversation with him Heather and I can assure you he knows how much you love and miss him. As I was talking to him it was in the Canyons when I took a minute to compose myself. All these beautiful birds just flying around, there are no coincidences. Thank you to Gwendolyn, Victoria, and Bill Strong, my new friends from the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation. You too are a power of example and I hope someday to be half the people you are. I am proud to call you friends.Thank you to Ken for dropping everything last minute and accompanying me on my journey. You made a huge difference and instilled so much confidence. I hope to someday repay the favor to you. And to Magda, for all you have done for me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are a special woman and I consider myself lucky to be part of your life. Finally to Owen. I know we only met a few times, but would you did for me could never be repaid. You have given me a gift, a gift that keeps on giving and one I wish to share with everybody. The body may die, but the human spirit lives on forever. What I did this weekend would not have been possible without you buddy and I am eternally grateful. Please say hi to Beau and Dempsey as you RUN along with them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gordy Ainsleigh was true when he said you will arrive in Auburn a different man. I may not be able to quantify it now but I know there is something different. Maybe I don't need to know what it is or will ever know. All I do know is that I have been able to participate in a fantastic journey, a mental, physical, and spiritual journey. This buckle was earned through blood, sweat and tears. It is something that I will not soon forget.</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-85588466486429893222010-06-06T15:24:00.000-07:002010-06-06T16:00:27.270-07:00Fundraiser for 100miles4Owen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoPzi_XKI/AAAAAAAAABs/jrIWLRODAOs/s1600/100_0191.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoPzi_XKI/AAAAAAAAABs/jrIWLRODAOs/s320/100_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479799098603166882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoPM2vPzI/AAAAAAAAABk/4JpGdmQUbcw/s1600/100_0187.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoPM2vPzI/AAAAAAAAABk/4JpGdmQUbcw/s320/100_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479799088217014066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoOkHxO3I/AAAAAAAAABc/1844h8zXjco/s1600/100_0175.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoOkHxO3I/AAAAAAAAABc/1844h8zXjco/s320/100_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479799077282593650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoOBi0ppI/AAAAAAAAABU/GMGCD4B7Xe0/s1600/100_0180.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoOBi0ppI/AAAAAAAAABU/GMGCD4B7Xe0/s320/100_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479799068000822930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoNyxc0tI/AAAAAAAAABM/WtbQzg7Uwoo/s1600/100_0185.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/TAwoNyxc0tI/AAAAAAAAABM/WtbQzg7Uwoo/s320/100_0185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479799064035644114" /></a><br />On Thursday June 3rd, we celebrated the life and memory of Owen Simmons, Andy and Heather Simmons SMA angel. The celebration took place at Lebeau's Tavern in New Bedford and a good time was had by all. Clam Cakes and Clam Chowder were on the menu as well as good times, good friends, and inspiration. <div><br /></div><div>We were there to raise money and awareness on behalf of the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation(our new friends from Cali) and to help kick SMA in the groin! I was able to see old friends and met quite a few new friends. It was truly a special night in remembrance of a special boy.</div><div><br /></div><div>As the evening wore on, my good friend David Conceicao became the master of ceremonies and quickly had everyone grabbing their stomachs in laughter. David is a very special friend and I am very fortunate to have friends like this in my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would be negligent in my duties if I didn't recognize special people in my life who made the night a smashing success. Gillian and Claudia Sampson have been so instrumental in helping me along the way. Anything I need, they drop whatever they are doing and are there for me. This fundraising drive would be nowhere if it wasn't for them. I am eternally grateful for the help and compassion. I would also like to thank Magda for all her help and for procuring some great raffle items for the fundraiser. Magda is always willing to go the extra mile and has also been deeply effected by Owen's story.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lastly I would like to thank Andy and Heather and especially Owen. Andy and Heather are powers of examples for me and I am grateful for sharing their little Owen with all of us. How they have handled this adversity is awe inspiring and gives me direction in how I handle adversity in my life. There were beautiful pictures of Owen all over the Tavern and were a constant reminder how powerful his life and spirit were, even though he was only here a short while. He will live in our hearts and spirit forever and we are forever grateful. Thank you, you are missed Owen but will never be forgotten! </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-25649083877902865132010-05-24T16:51:00.000-07:002010-05-24T17:57:25.934-07:00New Bedford High School WILD club car wash<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S_sXS8ntAxI/AAAAAAAAABE/7W1D2Tz66lM/s1600/100_0146.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S_sXS8ntAxI/AAAAAAAAABE/7W1D2Tz66lM/s320/100_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995386276709138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S_sXShUR5MI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WZDKuVH-p6k/s1600/IMG_0076.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S_sXShUR5MI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WZDKuVH-p6k/s320/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995378947482818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S_sXSPByCwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/g716aam7Pgw/s1600/100_0161.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S_sXSPByCwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/g716aam7Pgw/s320/100_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995374038059778" /></a><br />As many of you know, I am a Police Officer in the city of New Bedford and have had the privilege of being assigned to New Bedford High School as a School Resource Officer for the past nine years. It can be quite a challenge at times but it is also I believe the most rewarding job a Police Officer can have. As a graduate of NBHS(1987 good grief) it gives me great pleasure and enormous pride to let you know about what a great group of students did this weekend for SMA and the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation.<div><br /></div><div>A teacher(Lisha Cabral) who happens to be a long time friend of mine, helped form a group of students into a club called WILD(We Imagine Life Differently). This student groups goals are to change the culture of the school, to empower students, and to help make a difference in our community. WILD had heard about 100miles4Owen and wished to help raise money and awareness for SMA. They did this without me asking and did it all on their own. WILD decided on a car wash to help the cause.</div><div><br /></div><div>The car wash this past Saturday was a huge success. Approx. 25 kids showed up and donated their whole afternoon to help find a cure for SMA. They raised approx. $1500 in little more than three hours and it is my understanding more moolah is coming in. More importantly they helped educate the public about this terrible disease which for some reason is not widely known. Take that SMA, grass roots baby! It made me so proud to be affiliated with NBHS. We as "old people" are always quick to find fault with young people when they mess up, but sometimes we forget how to praise our youth when it is so justly deserved. I addressed the kids at the end of the car wash and told them how proud I was of them. I could feel myself becoming emotional because what the kids from WILD did was reinforce my faith in young people. So to the WILD club, my heartfelt thanks and gratitude to you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-14974039039869823402010-05-10T17:42:00.000-07:002010-05-10T18:50:57.670-07:00McNaughton Ultra VermontIn order to participate in the Western States 100, one of the requirements is to volunteer a minimum of eight hours at another Ultramarathon. Volunteers are the life blood of all Ultra's and make them possible. I decided that I would volunteer at the McNaughton Ultra in Pittsfield Vt without knowing what I would be getting myself into. I am fortunate and grateful that I somehow got caught up in the madness that is the McNaughton.<div><br /></div><div>I contacted race director(super cool dude) Andy Weinberg and offered my services. Andy invited me up and let me know that the race consisted of 200 miles, 150 miles, 100 miles, and a thirty mile "fun run". Because the Western is coming up in less than two months, I wanted to do the "fun run" as a training run. I don't know if fun is the appropriate word.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the drive up with my girlfriend Magda(her first Ultra), torrential rain started as soon as we got in Vermont. The race had actually started on Thursday for the 200 and 150 milers but the 100 and 30 would start on Saturday morning. Forecast for the day was cold, rainy, windy, with possible snow showers at night. For once the forecasters were correct. Absolute nastiness. All we needed were locusts and the apocalypse would have been upon us. After a brief pre-race meeting, the horn sounded and we were off. It then started to rain for what it seemed the rest of the day. As Andy beautifully described the course, it was "a real ass-kicker." Straight up a mountain for approx. 5.5 miles followed by 4.5 miles down, making a ten mile loop.</div><div><br /></div><div>After about an hour of running, the course was a total quagmire. I think I still have Vermont mud in my toes! It was ridiculous but just the ass kicking I needed. I learned alot about mental toughness in this race. Myself and Magda finished our three loops in a little over 7 hours and had a great time doing so. I also found out that you could actually "ski" on mud. Magda ran an incredibly tough course for her first Ultra, an amazing accomplishment. After we had finished our race, the real fun was about to begin.</div><div><br /></div><div>We returned to the race after showering up at the hotel and started helping out with the other Ultra runners who were still out there in this mess. That is when I discovered what its like to be a true ultra runner. Mental toughness was on full display. Words cannot describe how miserable it was out in the elements. Runners would come in from a loop and would look like death warmed over. Shivering, teeth chattering, but for the most part in good spirits. What struck me was how the men and women runners would try as best they could to warm up/dry off and then after a quick break, venture back onto the course. Mind you these were runners who had already been out in the elements for about two days. I was totally amazed and in awe. I hope to find that place within myself someday. When I left, a runner(Ryan Dexter) had completed 180 miles and was going back into the breach at 10:00pm. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a pleasure meeting Andy and all the other people affiliated with the McNaughton Ultra. Check out there website, <a href="http://peakraces.com">peakraces.com</a> If your up a for a sick adventure and your willing to challenge yourself, look no further.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-5000018840052718712010-04-22T18:38:00.000-07:002010-04-22T19:04:35.064-07:00Memorable MondayI was fortunate enough to be able to run the Boston Marathon this year. It was truly a remarkable day, a day to remember. I was treating the run basically as a training run for the Western States but things just turned out perfect.<div><br /></div><div>Before the race started, I was overcome with this tremendous amount of gratitude. Approx., three years to the date, my life had become quite unmanageable. I was quite unhappy and lacked a sense of who I really was and what I wanted to do with my life. It is amazing in such a short time how things have changed. Certain people were put in my life and now there is no holding back. Instead of existing in life, I'm living!</div><div><br /></div><div>If you have never been to a Boston Marathon, it is a truly amazing spectacle. The crowds, the music, the fellow runners, it is truly amazing. I felt so strong throughout the whole race and seemed to be floating along the race. I am more of a Clydesdale than Thoroughbred but for one day I felt fast. I know for certain that I had my guardian angels with me. Everytime I lace up the sneaks, I think of Owen and all little babies with SMA. Thoughts of Owen and my newest friend, Gwendolyn were with me throughout Boston. I also had alot of thoughts and memories of my dog Beau, who passed away in December. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am a very grateful man and can't wait until the Western States. Till next time.....</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530164976155832625.post-45911011307275572352010-04-18T11:56:00.000-07:002010-04-18T14:21:11.800-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S8tXp3lcCaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yr4ZAECJ1q8/s1600/Picture+070.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Zsy_q_XVWY/S8tXp3lcCaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yr4ZAECJ1q8/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555349924088226" /></a><br />Hello..My name is Stephen Taylor and I am from New Bedford Massachusetts. I am fortunate and grateful to have been bitten by the Ultrarunning bug. I completed my first 50 mile Ultra in September of 2009(North Face Endurance Challenge) and I am looking forward to participating in the 2010 Western States 100 Ultramarathon, <a href="http://ws100.com/">ws100.com</a>. The Western States 100 takes place this June 26th and starts at Squaw Valley Ca., and meanders 100 miles through the Sierra Nevada mountains. It is hot, it has over 40000 feet of elevation and descent, and I can't wait to torture myself. <div>This wouldn't be possible without one special person entering my life. A little guardian angel. It is said that god puts special people in your life when you least expect it and that he works through these people. My little guardian angel is Owen Simmons. Owen is the son of Andrew and Heather Simmons and has a brother, Adyn. Sadly, Owen passed away this November at the age of 23 months. Owen was diagnosed with SMA(Spinal Muscular Atrophy). SMA is a terrible disease which effects thousands of infants and their families.</div><div><ul><li>SMA is the number one genetic killer of infants and young children</li><li>SMA is degenerative and terminal, often called the Lou Gehrig's disease of babies</li><li>SMA eventually impacts every muscle in the body, incliuding the ability to eat, walk, stand , breathe and even swallow</li><li>1 in 40 americans or roughly 10 million american unknowingly carry carries the gene responsible for SMA</li><li>SMA is pan-ethnic, does not discriminate based on race, gender or ethnicity.</li><li>There is no treatment or cure, though the National Institutes of Health selected SMA closest to treatment and or cure</li><li>Researchers estimate that a viable treatment and or cure is attainable within 5 years, provided adequate funding is provided</li></ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Even though I only met Owen a few times in my life, his impact on me is immeasurable. What he and his family went through taught me some things to remember as a I go on with my life. To be less self-centered, to give of one-self. To have courage and strength, when you think you can't summon any. To have a grateful heart, and to fill that heart with the love of family and friends. I have so many things to be thankful for in my life and I look forward to honoring little Owen whenever I can. I want to especially thank Andy and Heather for sharing Owen with all of us. They are the epitome of class, strength, dignity and grace. To learn more about Owen's story, please go to <a href="http://fight4Owen.com/">fight4Owen.com</a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">I am raising money and awareness to kick SMA's butt. All money raised will go to the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation. The GSF is an unbelievable foundation run by Victoria and Bill Strong, the parents of Gwendolyn Strong. Gwendolyn is a beautiful young girl with SMA. I am really looking forward to having another guardian angel following me around and I can't wait to run for Gwendolyn. I strongly encourage you to check out their blog and website and see what an amazing family they are. To donate go to <a href="http://firstgiving.com/gsf">firstgiving.com/gsf</a> We will be having t-shirts, sweatshirts, and will be having a dinner/fundraiser on June 3rd. More info to follow. If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to contact me. stephen.taylor5@comcast.net</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">GSF website:<a href="http://www.blogger.com/GwendolynStrongFoundation.org"> </a><a href="http://GwendolynStrongFoundation.org">http://GwendolynStrongFoundation.org</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">Blog of Gwendolyn's life <a href="http://GwendolynStrong.com">http://GwendolynStrong.com</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">Support SMA research: <a href="http://PetitionToCureSMA.com/">http://PetitionToCureSMA.com</a></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><div style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064124305913851617noreply@blogger.com1