Thursday, January 8, 2015

I Was Robbed

I'm not a suspicious person.  I never have been.  I don't try to find the evil in others.  It's just not how I'm wired.

At least I wasn't.  Until December 10, 2014.

I debated whether or not I should write about this.  Only a handful of people have heard most of the details and even fewer have heard my darkest thoughts about it.

Let's start from the beginning.

On Wednesday, December 10, 2014, I had plans to meet a friend for a short bike ride.  We met at a local park with access to the bike path.  I was coming from work, so I had several bags in the back of my car with clothes in it.  My purse was hidden in one of the bags before I left work and was never taken out after arriving at the park.

I was a little early, so I got my bike ready then sat in my car to wait.

When my friend arrived, I got out to put my bike shoes on.  During this time, an older style minivan pulled into the parking lot and backed into the parking space behind mine.  There were two people in the van and they didn't get out.  I thought nothing of this, after all, just a few minutes ago, I was sitting in the car, too.  They must be waiting for someone, I assumed.

My friend and I rode for 30 minutes.  When we returned, I was greeted with this.

And the van, that had just parked behind me 30 minutes before, was gone.

I knew at that moment that the people in the van were responsible.  They were waiting for someone, alright.  For me.  To leave.

They were watching me.

It still gives me the creeps.

I was in shock and don't remember a whole lot of details from this part of the day, but I do know that I called to make a police report and I remember asking my friend to look in my car to see if my shoes were still there (they were) and if I still had two car seats (I did).

My purse was the only thing missing.

I asked my friend to call my husband, who was in California for work, to let him know that he can't use any of our credit cards, but Randy was in a meeting and didn't answer.  My friend left him a message.

Before we left the park, my friend and I looked in all of the garbage cans in the parking lot just in case the people (I've had many names for the people in the past several weeks, but I'll leave them to your imagination) took the cash and dumped the rest.  No luck.

I talked to Randy on my way home from the park as I wracked my brain to think of all the contents in my purse.  Cash and credit cards were a given.  My ID.  My coupons (grr).

My house keys.


I pulled into my driveway and was afraid to go into the house.  The people had my ID and my keys.  God knows what they would do with them.  Logic told me that they only wanted the money.  They waited for me to leave the parking lot, they wanted nothing to do with me or my house, but I was terrified.

Instead of going in the house, I walked up to the front window and tapped on the glass.  Immediately, my 85 pound dog jumped up in the window barking his head off and flashing his teeth at me.  The other two dogs joined him in the window seconds later.

The dogs were fine.

It was safe to assume that the people weren't in my house waiting for me.

I went into the house, calmed the dogs with treats (Good dogs!  Tear unwelcome visitors to shreds!) and started making phone calls.  I had two debit cards and two credit cards.  All were used.  Well, one of the debit cards was used to attempt to get money out of an ATM.  Seven times.  Unsuccessfully.  That particular card couldn't be used for purchases after that, thank goodness.

Back to the ATM attempts.  This is the one ray of sunshine in my miserable day.  I have a small piece of paper in my wallet with lots of numbers written on it.  There is no explanation of what the numbers are and they're all encrypted with extra numbers at the beginning and end and only I know how many extra numbers there are and what the numbers mean.  The people assumed they were ATM pin numbers and tried to use them.  HA!

Score one for the good guys!

Once all of my cards were cancelled, I needed a locksmith.  The people had my keys and there was no way in hell my children and I were sleeping in my house without having the locks changed.

Luckily, I had some cash in my house and could pay the locksmith.

Local friends, in case you ever need one, Columbus Locksmith was great. (614) 236-5397

The next day, Thursday, I needed to get a new driver's license.  I had enough cash leftover to get my license, but would need more money to pay to have my window fixed and buy a few groceries.  Several friends offered me cash to borrow, but I was getting a new ID so I could go to the bank.  No problem!  Right?

Wrong.  The man at the bank gave me a hard time because my ID was printed that day and I had no credit cards in my wallet with my name on it.  Are you kidding me?  I want two hundred bucks.  I'm not clearing out the account.  So there I was, crying at the bank because I was told I couldn't have access to my own money.  Eventually I did get some money but not before he made me sign my name three times because my signature didn't match the one they have on file.  From 12 years ago.

I left the bank and went home feeling completely defeated.  It wasn't enough that I had to deal with all of this.  Alone.  Because my husband was on the other side of the country (with no credit cards).  My baby's car seat was full of glass and the bank made me feel like a criminal.  I very much wanted to lay on the couch with the dogs and have (another) good cry but something was nagging at me to call the location of the ATM that the people tried to use.  It was in a CVS nearby.  I called, hoping there was a surveillance camera on the ATM, but knowing in my heart that there wasn't.  That's why the people used it.

I talked to the store manager.  No, there is no camera on the ATM.  She asked me when the transactions took place and I told her around 1:15pm the day before.

She remembered the people.

They may not have been on camera using the ATM, but they were on camera making purchases with my other credit cards.

Even better: one of the employees was suspicious of them and wrote down their license plate number.  They were, indeed, the same people in the van I saw at the park.  I took down the information, added the license place number to my police report, had my window replaced and started to get back to my normal life.

Honestly, I didn't expect anything to come of this.  Columbus Police are busy with real life or death stuff.  No one was hurt during this robbery and I assumed that it was on the very bottom of someone's to-do list.  Small potatoes, compared to other crimes going on in the world.  So I shared the information I had on Facebook to warn my other runner-friends who frequent our metro parks to keep a look out for the vehicle and license plate number in case the people try again.

Imagine my delight on December 22 when I received a phone call from a Columbus Police detective who told me that the people had been arrested.  The people were linked to fifteen other car break-ins and I was the only one who included a license plate number in the police report.  They used the license plate to track the people down to arrest them. 

The detective was impressed when I told him that it was the CVS employee who got the plate number.  The CVS employee wrote down the plate number knowing the people were up to no good, but didn't know what to do with the information...until I called.

People, when your gut is nagging at you to do something, even if you don't understand why or you think there's no point, do it.  Don't second guess your intuition.

I'm so thankful that there are caring people still left in the world.  I'm sure the other 15 victims are as well.

It's been almost one month since this terrible event and life has pretty much gone back to normal.  The first few times I parked my car and went for a run, I was panicked for my entire run.  Even knowing that there was nothing to steal, I still panicked just leaving my car in a parking lot.  The fear gets a little less each time.  On New Year's Day, I didn't think about my car at all until mile 8.

I'm getting there.

Stay safe, friends.

Friday, January 2, 2015

The Year of Fun. Can I Have Another?

Back in January, I declared 2014 my year of fun.  After a little reflecting, I've decided that I totally nailed it.

I had fun all year.

I ran with friends.

I ran alone.
6 miles in solitude.
I pushed my limits.
Running on the East Coast.  We don't have hills like this in Columbus.
I left my comfort zone.
A week in Disney World.
I made myself proud.
St. Jude Marathon
And guess what?  I had fun doing it all.

2014 was a pretty great year.  It's going to be tough to beat.

...but I'm going to try!

After much reflecting, I've decided to keep FUN for another year.  I'm not ready to give it up yet.

Yesterday, New Year's Day, I ran 15 miles with a bunch of fantastic ladies.  We all discussed our words for the year.  Some of their words were, Bliss, Endure, Presence, Purpose, Go....all really great words, but not exactly what I was looking for.

Photos taken and collage made by Jennifer.


It speaks to me.  It's why I run for hours and hours....if it wasn't fun, I wouldn't keep doing it.

It's how I feel when I play with my kids and when I take them to new places and when we have new experiences together.
In Boston
Yes, 2015 will be another year of FUN.

Happy New Year, friends!

What's your word for 2015?

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

St. Jude Marathon Weekend Recap

The St. Jude Marathon Weekend was a lot of things.

Amazing.  Inspiring.  Exhausting.  Painful.  Incredible.

All of these things wrapped up in one weekend package.

I've been preparing for this marathon all year.  This was the main event of my racing year.

It really was amazing. Even the sucky parts when I was cursing running and cursing my stupid idea to run another marathon and cursing the blisters and cursing all of my crazy friends who encourage me to do such stupid things....even those times were still awesome. 

This event was huge. And not meaning the number of runners (20 thousand-ish). The cause is huge. Much bigger than my stupid blisters, much bigger than my pain. And there were reminders everywhere.

Nothing compares to children with cancer and their fight. My pain running is just a tiny taste of their own life "marathon" and in comparison, my 26.2 miles is pretty insignificant. (Thanks, Jen, for these words!)

Miles 13ish.
Photo credit: Jonna Stumpo.  It was so nice to see a familiar face in the crowd.
I could tell you all about the gigantic blisters on the bottoms of my feet and I could tell you all about the 20 mile an hour gusts of wind and I could tell you every terrible detail of my mile 23 agony...but instead, I'm going to tell you about Memphis.

I'll tell you about the man who had an unofficial beer stand in front of his house...his house with every window and door open so we runners could hear the Christmas music blasting from within.  

I'll tell you about all the police officers cheering on the runners while they blocked traffic...well, most of the police officers cheered.  There was Officer McGrouchyMustache....

I'll tell you about the backed up traffic.  Holy moly the roads were at a stand-still.  Instead of being cranky at the marathon road closures, most people had their cars in park and were honking and hanging out the windows to high-five the runners.

St. Jude has Memphis by the heartstrings.  Some of the spectators looked so out of place, yet, there they were, cheering for those running for St. Jude.  It was so cool to see the whole community come together to support this awesome cause.

I think I smiled for this whole race.  Even in my darkest times, there was something to smile about.

At mile twenty-something, I was reveling in my misery, promising myself that I was never doing this again.  I'm never running again.  I hate running.  Why do I put myself through this?

Then I saw a sign staked into the ground on the side of the road.
2.5 years of treatment.
32 surgeries.
26.2 miles?  Yes, you CAN.

Well, damn.  Now I have to quit bitching and keep running.

Mile 26 complete with Carrie on the sidelines yelling for me to GO GO GO!
Photo credit: Jonna Stumpo.
As I crossed the finish line, completely exhausted, elated and crying the ugly cry, my brain was already making my race strategy for the next marathon.

We should know by now that anything that comes out of my mouth at mile 23 isn't to be trusted.  There will always be another marathon.  It's what I do.  It's what I love.

Carrie and I had a fabulous girls weekend in Memphis.

We even have fun walking in the pouring rain! (Friday)
She finished the half marathon in 1:37 with a shiny 4 minute PR (personal record) and 5th place in our age group!

I finished the marathon in 4:33 with a 29 minute PR and a big smile that's still planted on my face.

St. Jude raised over 7 million dollars from Marathon Weekend, which is actually down from last year.  Our fundraising will end on December 31, so if you haven't donated, and would like to:
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Celebrating a job well done.


Special Thanks
~to Randy.  For being my biggest cheerleader, supporting my dreams and keeping our children and pooches alive in my absence.
~to Carrie.  For this weekend.  All of it.  And for walking with me, post-race, really, really slowly.
~to my friends.  For your words.  I've never run a marathon this far from home and without my family with me.  It was so fun to read your texts, tweets, messages and Facebook comments when I finished.  It was like having you with me. 
~to Jonna. For being all around awesome.  Hauling two babies around to be a friendly face in the crowd and for taking pictures. 
~to every single person who donated to St. Jude.  Whether you donated to me or not, thank you.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Single Digits

The St. Jude Marathon is in 4 days.

Four.  Days.

I'm down to single digits, people!  I am so excited.

My packing list has been made for months and I've already thrown a few things in my bag...

See?  A few things.
First thing Thursday morning, I'll get my little ladies on the school bus, then I'll hop in the car and head south to Louisville, Kentucky where my BFF, Carrie, is flying in (she'll run her fourth half at St. Jude).  Carrie will be with me for the rest of the drive to Memphis.

The weather this weekend (as of Monday night)...

The temps on Saturday are perfect.  Precipitation, however....

I love running in the rain.  For 10 or so miles.  Twenty six?  Holy chafing.  I'm hoping the rain holds off.

Fundraising has gone extremely well.  I've raised over $1200 for St. Jude.  I'm pretty thrilled about that.  If you want to get one last tax deduction in 2014, it's not too late to donate!
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For the next two days, I'll hopefully be crossing a zillion items off my gigantic to-do list, running my last couple of miles and hydrating my face off.

Wish me luck, I'll give y'all the low-down when I get back!

See you in one day and a wake up, Carrie!  Eeeeek!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

4 Weeks to Go!

Mileage for St. Jude training is ramping it's the perfect time to go on vacation, right?

Two weeks ago, we left happy, flat Columbus and went to super hilly Worcester, Massachusetts to visit my grandparents for a week.


Really, we had a fantastic time visiting with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins...but my legs took a serious beating.

I ran 36 miles while we were there and every mile was in the daylight.  Very abnormal for me.

I have to say: New England is gorgeous.  The view from the top of every hill...I was surrounded by fall colors as far as I could see, and at the bottom of the hills, ponds, lakes and more color.  I enjoyed my 16 miles run so much that I almost didn't notice the 1,100+ feet of elevation gain.


The top run was 16 miles with 1,183 feet of elevation gain.  Those little shark teeth in the first half was 3 miles on the high school track.

The middle run was 8 miles with 603 feet of elevation gain.  That one was brutal.

The bottom run was 8 miles with 454 feet of elevation gain.  I also ran a 4 miler that is not pictured.

As you can see, my grandparents live in a valley.  I started out uphill, got my heart rate up right off the bat and finished downhill to shred my quads just right.  When I came back to flat Columbus, I felt like such a beast!

Since being back home, I've had a 43 mile training week and I'm currently in the midst of a recovery week (less mileage) before my biggest training week followed by taper!

Taper, sweet taper.  My legs are looking forward to the break....before the shock of 26.2 miles.

Little story: When I get dressed for work in the morning, I think to myself, "oh, I have cute shoes that will look great with this outfit!"  Then my feet and ankles say, "Hell no you don't!  You have cushy, supportive running shoes that will not look great but will feel great..."  My feet win every time.

With these high mileage weeks, I'm consuming a lot of Island Boost.  It's the only fuel I'm using now.  Several months ago, I was alternating with another fuel, but with lots of miles to run and bathrooms few and far between, I'm not risking my belly with anything but Island Boost.

Wanna hear something cool?  Laura, the founder of Island Boost, gave me my very own coupon code!  Enter the code RRMR for buy 10 get three free!  So if you buy 20, you'll get 6 free.  Buy 100 and get 30 free!  This code expires December 31.  You better believe I'll be buying another case before the end of the year.  Quick!  Go order!

Wanna hear something else that's cool?  I have surpassed my wish for raising $1000 for St. Jude Research Hospital. 

One thousand dollars

That's airfare for a sick child and parent to travel to St. Jude.

That's infant care supplies for two hundred babies.

That's two days of oxygen for a kiddo.

That's toys.

That's wagons.

That's food.

I'm thrilled and humbled by the generosity of my friends and family and I'm so excited to run the streets of Memphis one month from today.

I've made my wish-goal, but I'm not stopping.  Please consider helping St. Jude make childhood cancer a thing of the past.
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Friday, October 3, 2014

Powered by Island Boost: A Giveaway!

With St. Jude Marathon training in full swing, I needed to buy fuel (sugar energy) for my long runs.  Of course, Island Boost is the only fuel I'd consider buying.

I've been talking about Island Boost for over a year now, telling anyone who will listen how good it tastes and how easy on the belly it is.  All three flavors are great but the chocolate is seriously out of this world.  All Island Boost flavors are made with coconut water, glucose and fruit juices...the chocolate is made with premium chocolate and vanilla.  Nothing fake and the ingredients lists are short.  Less is more, people.

If you've tried gels, you may have gagged because of the consistency.  I'll admit it, I gagged.  It's like a wad of snot going down my throat.  So gross.

Island Boost is a liquid,  not a gel.  It goes down easy and it's the only fuel that doesn't gag me at mile 22 of a marathon.  Before I experimented with Island Boost last year during the Columbus Marathon training, I was nervous that, because it was a liquid, I would get hungry.  Not the case at all.  No hunger.  No running out of energy.  No vomiting.  No pooping my pants.  WIN!

I ordered a case of Island Boost last week.  The president of the company, Laura Mildon, included some extra packets in my order so I could share with YOU!  (Thanks, Laura!)

Disclaimer: I paid full price for my case of Island Boost.  I did not pay for the packets that I'll be giving away.  I am not being paid to share my love for Island boost but I'm more than happy to do so because I love it and think everyone else should, too.

I have three 6-packs of Island Boost up for grabs!  Two packets of each flavor: passion fruit, chocolate and blueberry-pomegranate, an $18.35 value.

Three winners will be chosen on Friday, October 10.

Just in case you don't win, you can buy a packet or two of Island Boost at your local REI store.  Try it and let me know what you think.  I haven't heard a bad word about it yet!

Good luck, y'all!
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Little Givers

Several weeks ago, while the ladies and I were eating lunch...

"I want to give St. Jude the money in my sparkly purse."

Side note: the Little Ladies have sparkly purses that we use as piggy banks.  If you knew my kids in person, you'd say, "Of course they're sparkly!"

Ellie's declaration caught me a bit off guard and I asked her why she wanted to give St. Jude her money.

I wanted to make sure that she didn't feel the need to donate because she overheard Randy and I talking about how much money I committed to raising and that if I didn't meet my goal, I would be paying the difference.

Her answer melted my heart, "Because I want the kids to get better."

Well, OK then. 

After the lunch mess was cleaned up, we got out the sparkly purses.

During lunch, Aleena had decided that she wanted to donate too and I talked the girls into donating half of the money in their sparkly purses instead of all of it as Ellie had originally suggested.

The ladies dumped their purses out on the table and started divvying up their money.

Ellie counted her money, "One for St. Jude, one for me...."

Aleena counted her money, "One for 'St. June', one for me..."

Ellie and I giggled at St. June.

Together, my ladies donated $8.90.  Not too shabby for a 7 and 5 year old.

This gives me happy tears.  My ladies are...well, they're children, therefore, they're giant pains in my bum at times, but they're also so kind and generous and thoughtful.  Their hearts are huge and they want to save the world.  I love that.

Now, we three ladies are wondering...would anyone like to match their donation?  I certainly will.  Join us!  For less than $10 you can help my little ladies save the world!

Between my online donations and the checks that I've received from family members and mailed in (not yet applied to my online tally), I've already surpassed my $500 goal.  However, as I stated earlier this year, I have no intention of stopping at $500.

St. Jude won't stop until kids no longer die of cancer so why should I?

Side note: I'm absolutely positive that I'm going to cry for 26.2 miles on December 6th.