For the past two months, my mind and body have belonged to MDA Summer Camp. I spent most of my evenings and weekends at the office, except, of course, for the two weeks I spent at camp - one in the White Mountains of Arizona and one in Salt Lake City.

During the short periods that my body was not at the office, my mind was still on camp. This includes the dreaded camp-related dreams. With 25 activities throughout the week, 83 campers with neuromuscular diseases and 120 volunteers, there was a lot to think - and worry - about. Long story short...camp went well and it feels amazing to be home enjoying my first work-free weekend - for both mind and body - in a very long time.



Summer camp is not conducive to maintaining my daily exercise, my healthy diet and my 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. sleeping schedule. Despite squeezing in a few short runs during each of my camps, I returned home feeling out of sorts, but also very motivated to get back on track. The fact that the Firecracker Tri is just two weeks from today also inspires me to get my butt in gear.

I eased back into the routine with a 800 meter swim on Friday morning, followed by a brick workout on Saturday (12 mile bike, 2 mile run). The rest of Saturday involved swinging by Howard's Orchard in Catalina for fresh veggies, clothes shopping, laundry and cooking. It did not, in any way, involve MDA.

This morning, after giving Paul his Father's Day card from the dogs, I hit the neighborhood streets for a 5-mile run. After 3.5 miles, I made a quick pit stop at the house to run cold water over my head and drink some juice. My legs were heavy, my face was red and I was sweating profusely. It was only 80 degrees, but I apparently need a few more days to acclimate to the desert heat after my two weeks at higher elevations.

I was hoping the few weeks of low mileage would cure my IT band issues, but I can still feel the tightness. Luckily, I discovered that a small strip of Kinesio Tape works just as well in preventing knee pain while running as the big, ugly, uncomfortable knee brace does. I start it in the middle of my hamstring and pull gently as I wrap the tape forward to the middle of my quad.



Tomorrow's plan: morning swim and evening 5K with the Meet Me at Maynard's group.

Tomorrow morning, I drive up to the cool White Mountains to co-direct a week of MDA Summer Camp. Please send good thoughts my way for good weather, healthy campers, well-behaved volunteers and a smooth week!

After finishing the Dave's Run for ALS 5K in 30:00.4, I was determined to add some speed to my weekly workouts and run a sub-30-minute 5K. However, between my work schedule and my IT Band, I never made it to the track. Shocking, I know. I showed up for the Tucson 5000 feeling not very confident about a fast time, but feeling just fine with that. That's one of the advantages of being slow - no pressure.

We lined up on Country Club for the start of the square course around Reid Park and the race director announced that the race's only water stop had been stolen - water, cups, table and all. Who would steal an entire water stop?

When the gun went off, I tried to find a comfortably hard pace and chose people in front of me to stick with for motivation. I felt great on 22nd Street, but started tiring as we turned onto Randolph Way which has a slight incline - very slight, but I could feel it. I was not having much fun, but was on pace for the sub-30 and so kept pushing it. On the bright side, this part of the course was on a nice, shady path, which was very welcome considering the above average temperatures.

As we approached the turn onto Broadway, I was relieved to see that the race volunteers, not to be outdone by the somewhat unusual vandals, had made it to the store and back, and had set up a new aid station out of the back of a truck. I walked long enough to get some water in my mouth and over my head, and then picked it up again. Luckily, we were on a slight decline, but it still felt hard.

With about 1/2 mile to go, my heart rate was skyrocketing and I decided to walk for a minute to get it back to a sustainable pace. It wasn't long before a woman twice my age ran by me breathing like an asthmatic. This sight shamed me into running again - no matter how bad I felt, it was clear that I wasn't pushing it nearly as hard as she was.

I passed her and a few others and kept looking at my watch as I approached the finish. I crossed in 29:32 feeling pretty much like crap - yet pleased to have accomplished this goal. It took a few minutes to catch my breath and about half an hour for the light-headedness to go away. Did I mention it was hot? My time was good for 252 out of 337 total racers and 15 out of 28 in my age group.

Next up on the race calendar is the Firecracker Tri on July 5. (I've stuck faithfully to my twice-weekly swims for over a month now!) However, next up on the endurance event calendar is MDA Summer Camp from May 30 to June 6. Which is why my guest bedroom looks like this...

Although I didn't engage in any traditional exercise on Saturday, I was on my feet from 7:00 a.m. until noon working at the MDA Stride & Ride. It apparently had some effect as my legs were pretty tight this morning. And there's no better way to loosen them up than going on a tandem ride!

Paul and I hit the road this morning around 7:15 a.m. while the temperature was still a lovely 73 degrees and our forward motion created a nice, cooling breeze. By the time we returned home, two and a half hours later, the temperature had risen 20 degrees. And while our motion did not offer quite the same cooling effect, it was still preferable to the oven-baked feeling we got when stopped at an intersection with the sun beating down on the asphalt.

Today was a banner day for wildlife sightings on the bike. We started off the ride with a bobcat and finished with a rattlesnake. Unfortunately, we forgot my camera and so the photos, taken (from a safe distance) with Paul's IPhone, are not the best quality.





Plans for tomorrow include a morning swim at L.A. Fitness and an evening 3-mile run with the Meet Me at Maynard's group. A great way to start the week!

My recent posting hiatus is due primarily to the fact that MDA Summer Camp is looming on my horizon. The closer it gets, the more time I spend in the office, skimming through piles of barely legible camp applications, thinking up feasible arts and crafts projects and trying to find a good price for the forty 48" beach balls I need to buy for the wheelchair soccer tournament. I try to remind myself that, someday, I will have my evenings and weekends back. That day is June 17 and it will definitely involve a bottle of wine.

Take the long work hours, throw in an excess of physical activity (I, apparently, overdid it on Easter weekend) and you get a few weeks of "blah" workouts. Every bike ride felt hard; every run made my legs ache; my IT band flared up. Even a massage and new running shoes didn't give me the renewed energy for which I was hoping.

This situation called for drastic measures. That's right, I went swimming. For the first time in six months, I entered the water-walker-infested pool at L.A. Fitness with a goal of swimming 800 yards. Though forced to rest every 100 yards by a skyhigh heartrate, hyperventilation and noodle arms, I am proud to report that I met this goal. When it was all over, I felt good. And so I registered for the Firecracker Triathlon. I know that swimming helps keep me injury-free, but I also know that I need motivation to do it regularly. The possibility of embarrassing myself at a triathlon is fantastic motivation.

This morning, Paul and I participated in the Cinco de Mayo 10K. Taking into account my general lethargy of the past few weeks, I decided to take this one nice and easy. Now, I've said this before only to get caught up in the race excitement, run all out, and then take a week to recover. To avoid repeating this mistake, I knew I needed some insurance. The plan? Find someone else looking to slum it and chat it up with them for 6.2 miles. Luckily, shortly after the starting gun, I heard someone call out my name and was pleased to find it was Jackie, fellow Tri Girl, work associate and, now, perfect running partner.

Cinco is a decent-sized race for Tucson, drawing about 600 people to its scenic, if hilly, course. The out-and-back route gave me the opportunity to cheer for Paul, friends, and all of the other Tri Girls racing. We had a good showing of purple at this event with Beatriz, Eve, Robin, Sheryl, April, Anne and more.

I'm happy to report that, together, Jackie and I reached our individual goals. We crossed the finish line at about 1:09:53, sneaking under her 1:10 time goal. And I had a nice, easy, painless, enjoyable run. Around mile 5, I suddenly realized that I felt good. No aches, no fatigue, no overwhelming desire to halt forward motion. Mission accomplished.

Post-race festivities featured breakfast burritos, mariachis and a hilarious kids race involving 25 sombrero-wearing tots running their hearts out and then beating the hell out of a pinata. Happy Cinco de Mayo!