blog guilt & lack there of

I must admit not blogging for the last bit of time was nice. But then I still read and check and look for updates from my fellow bloggers, and I realize that I'm not playing fair.

Seeing as when I was posting every week or every two weeks I was reporting on health concerns- It's nice not to have to do that anymore. Sure I still see more doctors than the average person-- but to those without children, or who hope to, I say wait. Someday you're child will make you spend more time in an emergency room from repetivly shoving gum up their left nosteral, like my friend Amy Anderson's brother Tad kept doing in the second grade.

So now that I'm enjoying my health I continue to train for the marathon (ack! it's coming very very very soon!), and i'm job hunting (career leads anyone?). I've had a handful of interveiws, and I think I'll be having some more in the near future. I've unfortunatly discovered that I've obtained a master's degree that will enable me to somehow make less money than I did when I got out of undergrad. Perhaps I'm regressing through the payscale. So perhaps I need to return to what has worked in the past, lifegaurding. It's nice to know at least lifegaurds in Chicago make more than I did when I was a teenager-- but then again they do have an awfully long 'off season.' In all seriousness I'll be moving into the land of temps soon-- phew!

So still not the best photo ever.
But here's a shot of me on the day of the big interview (not to air until after Labor Day at 11:30 a.m.).

my running hair

Two completely different topics, but slightly related.

First:  I didn’t put any product in my hair the other night.  Other cancer survivors who re-grow their hair they get those ‘cute chemo curls’ or the hair they always wanted.  Grant me this moment of vanity—I LOVED my pre-cancer hair!  As a second grader I recall the hands of teachers petting the top of my head, and in college and beyond women would make envious statements.  
Don’t get me wrong, my current hair is better than the No Hair of several months ago—and I’m grateful for what my follicles have been pushing out—but Follicles, can you dig deep and push up some of that old stuff?  With out product in my hair I have a white girl ‘fro.  It ain’t cutesy curly it’s foamy frizz. Think bad clown wig in blond.  
Thank God for ‘product!’

Second!

Tomorrow is the Chicago Distance Classic a HALF MARATHON!

Thanks to everyone for their tremendous support.  Running has become a great gift, in fact it doesn’t suck nearly as much as it did when I first started. What I love about training with Team in Training is that I’m with other survivors, people touched by cancer, or people out there doing a good thing and pushing themselves to a new limit.

This entire year for me has been one of pushing myself to a new level.  One where I become the person I’ve always wanted to be, and I’m proud to be (even with my ‘fro).