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Bad Scans? New Wheels!

When I was an undergrad at the University of Miami in the early 1990s the Hurricane football team won 58 home games in a row — a winning-streak record they still hold. On September 24, 1994 the Washington Huskies beat the Canes at the Orange Bowl and ended the run. My friends and I sat in the stands heartbroken that day, and yet I have to admit that a part of me was actually relieved. The pressure to always be perfect felt like a mountain weighing on our shoulders, and finally we didn’t have to hold our breath anymore with each snap. If the Canes lost another home game — so what. We could still win national championships with losses, and we did.

For the past four and a half years I have felt the pressure of perfection with each cancer scan. At first we expected that they’d show some growth, but when it never happened I felt like I would be seen as a failure if my cancer did grow. Well, Wednesday, for the first time since my diagnosis in 2007, we saw a little growth on the scans. A little growth. Very little. The way I see it, if we see this little growth every four to five years, I’m still way ahead in this chess-game-style battle against cancer.

I’ll admit though that I was shocked. Part of me thought that I had to start seeing cancer progression pretty soon — it’s been a long winning streak — but part of me held on to the hope that I could go indefinitely with no action. And yet when I heard the not-so-great news from my doctor, once again, crazy as it sounds, I felt a bit relieved. As with the Canes, I no longer had to strive for perfection anymore.

We were, as you’d expect, a bit bummed on our drive home from Hopkins, but then Tommie came up with a great idea: “Let’s go get those bike wheels today.” Brilliant! We had bounced around the idea of upgrading the wheels on our road bikes to Zipp 303s and what better time than right after bad news from the cancer center to do it.

These wheels are expensive — they cost more than most bikes– so we took them for a test drive before committing to buying them. If we couldn’t feel any major difference, it would not be worth the price.

Did we like the wheels, you ask? Holy. Crap. Riding on Zipp wheels was maybe the best thing to happen to me all year. OK. Tommie’s tumor shrinking gets top billing, but the wheels come in a close second. We went on a training ride yesterday, and I broke all my personal records on both flats and hills. I felt incredibly athletic and invincible. At midnight I was still beaming from such an athletic and fun ride. One of the perks of the wheels? Flying even faster downhill. Who needs roller coasters or zip lines when you have hills and a bike?

Lance Armstrong says “It’s not about the bike,” but I’ve got to say that to me, it IS about the bike. Scans can show tumors all they want, but if I continue to get faster and stronger on two wheels, I’ll know I’m healthy. I cannot WAIT to climb the dreaded hills of the Philly Livestrong Challenge in August to celebrate five years of health since my cancer diagnosis. 100 miles over 8,000 feet of climb. Peace of cake.

Live strong, Friends! I know I will.

Oh, and eff you, Cancer.

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Specialized Women’s Ride Day

(Courtesy of Spokes)

Ladies — Did you ride?

Yesterday women across the country hopped on their bikes and rode in events hosted by Specialized for Women’s Ride Day. I headed out with a friend to Spokes in Asbhurn to join more than 100 others and had a great time. It was my first just-for-girls event.

I’ve mentioned the incredibly fit chick who rode past me while I was barely able to walk my bike up a hill at my first Livestrong event and how she motivated me to get into shape like her. Well it’s hard for me to judge how I’m doing when I ride primarily with guys. At 103 pounds I’m tiny for women; forget about competing with men!

So I thought that by doing the Women’s Ride Day event I might be able to get a sense of how fit I really am now and also maybe make some new friends along the way.

Spokes offered two categories of rides: a fifteen-mile recreational ride and a twenty-five mile fitness/century-training ride. I chose the longer one. Within each category we were set off in groups of ten to twenty with a leader and a sweep (no woman left behind!).

The recreational riders ranged from first-time event riders needing assistance putting their helmets on correctly to avid townie riders to even one ElliptiGO rider. Everyone stared in amazement at her “bike.” My friend noticed that the ElliptiGO had carbon fiber components. Nice!

Our fitness ride was advertised as 14-16 mph, and honestly I wasn’t sure how I’d do with that. I’ve been riding my hybrid a lot more than my road bike this “winter,” and I thought maybe I’d be huffing to keep up. Not an issue. I fit right in.

Early on in the route the one man joining our crew told me he loved my bike — a Specialized Amira in black with neon green accents. Turns out our guy was the Specialized regional rep. It’s not a coincidence that this women’s day was a Specialized creation. I believe they make the best women’s bikes around. He asked if I am a sitting or standing climber and I mentioned that I have traditionally sat, but since losing so much weight this year I’m finding the need to stand more. He said that my bike is built for standing. So I played around with it on the few climbs we faced, and I loved it. I climbed with ease and with speed. A new technique to work on this season. Fun!

I usually feel a bit intimidated when I ride with a group and Tommie and I will break away from the pelaton to ride on our own, but I found yesterday’s environment to be so mellow and friendly that I stayed with the pack the whole time. I reconnected with one rider that I had actually met a couple years ago at the Spokes in Alexandria, and I chatted with others about things like pedaling techniques, clips vs cages, work, and family. One rider’s husband and children cheered from the side of the road as we passed them at mile twelve.

A number of the women asked if Spokes leads rides like these more often (they do!), and that made me smile. I hope that yesterday’s ride inspires them to get out on their bikes more. Cycling might have started out as a man’s sport, but it’s perfect for women too. And with the summer-like winter we’ve been experiencing in the northeast, there’s never been a better time to ride than now.

Tomorrow we join Tim Johnson on his Ride On Washington in support of Bikes Belong into DC. Stay tuned…

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Bike Season!

There is nothing like feeling the weather warming and gearing up for another season on the bike. Yes. I’ve been riding for exercise, and I’ve been riding for errands, but now I’m back to riding for pure fun.

Our calendar is already filling up with events — I even have two next week. Pretty soon we’ll be spending the day riding from rest stop to rest stop, enjoying good company, eating delicious foods (often pie!), and sometimes even listening to live music.

If you have never participated in a bike event in the past, or if you want to troll the internet for some new rides to try, here are some links to start your search.

  • Active.com — Bike, run, walk, swim events, you name it. Active has them all.
  • Specialized Women’s Ride Day — This Sunday the chicks are taking over the roads and trails across the country. Join us! It’s free!
  • Team in Training – If you would like coaching, resources, and teammates to train with, then start here.
  • Livestrong — To me, Livestrong throws the best cycling events around. How could they not with Lance Armstrong at the helm?
  • Tour de Cure — This year Tommie and I will be riding for the first time in the American Diabetes Association’s annual event in Reston, VA. I’ve heard only great things.
  • Bike MS — Friends tell me that the National MS Society hosts an amazing bike ride. They have events EVERYWHERE!
  • Local bike clubs — All over the country there are bike clubs that host rides for all levels of riders every week. In the DC area we have tons of options for rides through the Oxon Hill Bicycle and Trail Club, the Potomac Pedalers, and the Reston Bike Club.
  • Local bike shops — Same thing. Find any local bike shop, and they will not only advertise bike events, but they will almost always offer group rides like the clubs do. Take a look at what these shops are doing: Mellow Johnny’s (Austin, TX), NYC Velo (New York, NY), Cycle World (Miami, FL), Helen’s Cycles (Santa Monica, CA), Revolution Cycles (DC area), and Intown Bicycles (Atlanta, GA).

Have other suggestions? Please share! Nothing is more fun than Bike Season.

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Exercise and Mental Health

I’ve been feeling jittery lately — like I’m hopped up on caffeine, but I don’t actually drink caffeine. Last week it took me hours to relax after coming home from a night class, and I notice this “on edge” feeling most days.

Years ago my voice teacher at George Mason University gave me a breathing exercise for singing that usually helps to relax me in times like these (breathe in deeply for 5 seconds, hold it for 3, release it over 10). It’s been helping a bit, but not enough. I gave a brief thought the other day to taking Xanax, which I’ve never tried before. As you know, I’m not too keen on taking drugs unless I absolutely have to, so this didn’t sound like the right approach for me. So I tried the breathing exercises again, but they still didn’t get the job done.

Then the air turned 60 degrees.

While I’ve been regularly lifting weights, going for long walks, and taking short (by my standards) bike rides two or three times a week this winter, I haven’t been getting the level of exercise I’ve grown accustomed to over the past three years. But yesterday I did.

On a beautiful spring-like afternoon in February, Tom, our friend Stacey, and I rode 22 miles with a few lung-filling, leg-burning hills, and I suddenly felt relaxed. Was it the fact that I was disconnected from my phone and my computer for two hours? Was it laughing with friends? Was it the roller-coaster thrill I get when I crest a challenging hill and then fly down in a crouch? I’m gonna go with all of the above, but let’s hear from an expert.

Harvard Medical School has a whole lot to say about the mental health benefits of exercise. Here’s some of it:

The mental benefits of aerobic exercise have a neurochemical basis. Exercise reduces levels of the body’s stress hormones, such as adrenaline and cortisol. It also stimulates the production of endorphins, chemicals in the brain that are the body’s natural painkillers and mood elevators. Endorphins are responsible for the “runner’s high” and for the feelings of relaxation and optimism that accompany many hard workouts — or, at least, the hot shower after your exercise is over.

Behavioral factors also contribute to the emotional benefits of exercise. As your waistline shrinks and your strength and stamina increase, your self-image will improve. You’ll earn a sense of mastery and control, of pride and self-confidence. Your renewed vigor and energy will help you succeed in many tasks, and the discipline of regular exercise will help you achieve other important lifestyle goals.

Exercise and sports also provide opportunities to get away from it all and to either enjoy some solitude or to make friends and build networks. “All men,” wrote St. Thomas Aquinas, “need leisure.” Exercise is play and recreation; when your body is busy, your mind will be distracted from the worries of daily life and will be free to think creatively.

Almost any type of exercise will help. Many people find that using large muscle groups in a rhythmic, repetitive fashion works best; call it “muscular meditation,” and you’ll begin to understand how it works. Walking and jogging are prime examples. Even a simple 20-minute stroll can clear the mind and reduce stress. But some people prefer vigorous workouts that burn stress along with calories. That’s one reason ellipticals are so popular. And the same stretching exercises that help relax your muscles after a hard workout will help relax your mind as well.

After I showered and had my post-ride snack (delicious samosa from my favorite food truck Rolls On Rolls) I realized that I finally felt at ease and quite simply happy — without any anxiety, stress, or jitters. It became clear to me that over the past few months, I haven’t been getting the level of exercise my body needs for wellness — not just for my physical health, but for my mental health too.

I already knew about the correlation between exercise and mental health, but I had never before felt the results quite so dramatically. It’s a bit wet outside this morning, but the air is still warm, so after I get a few chores done, I’m putting on my kit, grabbing my gorgeous road bike, and hitting the trails. The rest of the day should feel nice and mellow after that.

Guess I’m going to have to toughen up and ride my bike even on very cold days. Freshbikes will be making some money this weekend when I stock up on the additional cold-weather gear I will need to keep me riding the rest of winter. Big question: Will I finally swallow my pride and blow my nose like the real cyclists do on the bike? It’s too gross for me to explain if you don’t know what I’m talking about. Google it.

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Trouble Breathing in the Cold?

Do you find that your throat closes up when you exercise in cold weather? Every year I’m a bit disheartened when I ride my bike up a hill that I find invigorating in the summer and am suddenly gasping for air to climb in the winter.

It turns out that cold dry air can trigger bronchospasms and asthma. Dr. Stephen Pribut, a sports medicine doctor in Washington, D.C., says that athletes can work to prevent this issue by covering their neck and face. Most assume the problem comes from the chilled air going into their throats, but Dr. Pribut says that “facial cooling” also triggers the response. He says it triggers a vagal nerve reaction, which not only can constrict your breathing but can also slow down your heart beat. He recommends wearing a balaclava (see image) to warm your neck and face.

People who are already prone to asthma, including highly allergic individuals and those who suffer from exercise-induced asthma like me, are more likely to experience cold-air induced attacks. For severe cases, medications are available, and if that doesn’t work some cross training in the winter months might be in order. Swimming is an asthmatic-friendly sport, and so are short-burst sports like baseball and track and field.

Growing up I could play tennis with no difficulty, because it is a short-burst sport, but as soon as I had to jog even a quarter mile, my throat would close up. I’ve learned to overcome that problem by warming up properly before intense exercise as well as using a bit of mind-control and calming myself down when the hill I’m climbing on my bike gets steeper and longer. If I can mentally chill out, my breathing stays relaxed. If the air is cold, however, my throat will constrict no matter how much zen I achieve.

I ride my bike in the winter on warmer days, and because I don’t enjoy feeling out of breath (who does really?), I cross train in the gym on very cold days. Periodically I’ll still ride in the cold, and if my throat closes up I feel better knowing that it’s not due to poor conditioning — it’s just the cold air. I pull over, allow my breathing to normalize, and then I get back on the road.

Do you find it harder to breathe in cold air? How do you combat the problem?

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Livestrong Challenge 2012

Lance Armstrong founded Livestrong fifteen years ago this week. That wonderful foundation was born just about one year before the first symptoms of my cancer began to appear. Over the past fourteen years I’ve gone from frail to frightened to fighting back, and today I’m stronger and healthier than ever before. I owe much of that strength to Livestrong.

When we realized in 2009 that my cancer had not progressed since we discovered it two years earlier and I wouldn’t have to travel to Europe for experimental radiation therapy, Tom and I decided to celebrate by riding our bikes a lot. We found the Philadelphia Livestrong Challenge and committed to riding forty-five hilly miles and raising money to fight back against cancer.

I learned that summer that nine years of illness followed by major pancreas surgery had left me not so fit. On practice rides and at the event, I struggled to walk my bike up most hills while others pedaled past me with ease. Regardless, I grabbed my survivor rose, crossed the finish line, and knew that if I could go from vomitting for years with an undiagnosed tumor to riding my bike forty-five hilly miles with metastases, I could do anything — including beat cancer.

The next year we celebrated another healthy year by riding a century — a 100-mile cyclist’s rite of passage. Tom and I chose to ride the Seagull Century, because it was flat. After barely making it forty-five miles in Philly, the Livestrong century, and even its metric century (seventy miles), seemed way too advanced. I could ride 100 miles, but 100 hilly miles? Not a chance!

In 2010 we crossed the finish line at the Seagull and could officially call ourselves cyclists — 100 miles in one day.

This past year, with a century under our belts, Tom and I decided to tackle The Hills and trained for the Livestrong hilly, hilly, hilly, seventy-miler back in Philly. As it turned out, we trained so well, that we crossed that finish line with ease. Not only was I fully recovered from my illness and my surgery, but I was in the best shape of my life — with tumors still in my liver and chest.

This year we will celebrate five years since my diagnosis. It’s apropos that for such a milestone anniversary, we’re going to accomplish what seemed impossible before — we’re going to tame the hills of Pennsylvania and ride the full Livestrong century.

Amazingly, this fall we learned that the whole time I was beating back cancer on my bike, Tom had a tumor growing on his pituitary gland. He’ll be celebrating one year successfully fighting his brain tumor when he crosses the Livestrong finish line with me in August.

One of my doctors recently said that he doesn’t treat scans; he treats patients. Each time we ride our bikes, Tom and I are reminded how incredibly healthy we are — despite our tumors. I’m not a cancer patient, and Tom is not defined by his brain tumor. We are healthy and fit athletes who simply produce funny looking pictures under scanners.

Without our bikes and a whole lotta inspiration to ride farther each year, we wouldn’t be half the people we are today.

Thank you, Livestrong. Eff you, Cancer. And eff you, Malfoy!

P.S. Our fundraising efforts have just begun. If you’d like to join us in saying “Eff you!” to cancer, please click here to support Livestrong. You’re also welcomed to join our team and participate in the ride (10 – 100 miles) or run in the 5 or 10k the same weekend. There’s nothing more empowering than accomplishing a physical challenge you never thought possible. Let me know if you’d like more information.

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Getting Fit Over the Holidays

Most people kick their workouts into high gear in January to burn off the cakes, cookies, and crumbles from the holidays, but Tommie and I found a new approach: Holiday Bootcamp.

It all happened by accident.

In late November we learned that LA Fitness was buying out the Bally Total Fitness clubs on the east coast. No one knew what that would mean exactly to our beloved personal trainers, but Bernard (Tommie’s trainer for years and now mine as well) believed they would at least have ninety days to honor client training contracts under Bally’s payment plan before switching to LA Fitness’s policies. So on November 30 I bought eight more sessions to hold me over for a couple of months.

LA Fitness took ownership on December 1, and instead of transitioning gradually, they immediately installed their training policies — their inane training policies. I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say that all the trainers ran for the hills. Bernard, being a great guy, said that even though LA Fitness would be paying him less money than garbage collectors make per hour, he would honor our sessions and leave for a new gym when his clients finished their packages.

Tommie and I decided to burn through our sessions as quickly as possible and made plans to train three days a week with Bernard, so that he could get out of the sweat-shop gym by January. Holiday Bootcamp!

At the same time, I was still hearing the voice of my endocrinologist telling me to stop eating processed foods like boxed cereals and instead eat steel cut oats for breakfast and fruit, veggies, and nuts for snacks. Feeling great on my Steel Cut Oats diet I started reading books by Dr. Joel Fuhrman who shares the same dietary philosophy with my endocrinologist. I added more leafy greens into my diet, cut back on extra medications like aspirin and cold medications, and worked to minimize any non-whole foods to no more than ten percent of my overall diet (no easy feat, I must say).

Result?

I’m the thinnest I’ve been since high school with more muscle than I’ve ever had in my life. My energy level is insanely high. My joint and muscle aches have almost completely disappeared. And the hunger pangs I once knew, which I now realize were actually acid reflux symptoms, are gone.

The Ninety Percent Whole-Foods diet is here to stay, but we’re cutting back to our normal schedule of working out with a trainer twice a week.

Holiday Bootcamp will forever be tradition in our home. Next year, though, we’ll only have to walk a couple blocks when we add back in the extra training sessions with Bernard. He started working at the gym  down the street from our home this week. Life just gets better and better.

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The Bike Makes a Difference

Happy Holidays!

Did Santa bring you what you wanted? I must have been a really good girl this year, because Santa, er, my ridiculously amazing hubby, bought me a new bike.

Those who know me well just screamed out, “Again?!?” And, yes, a number of two-wheelers have come and gone from our home over the past couple of years, but bike riding is so important to us that we’ve been on a noble quest to find just the right matches for our needs.

Last year we upgraded our road bikes, and while we will likely one day change out some components like better wheels or gearing, we’re done road-bike shopping for a very long time.

This year the search has been for hybrids. If you don’t know, a hybrid is a cross between a mountain bike and a road bike and is generally used for recreation and commuting. On our road bikes we can travel a hundred miles with relative ease. A hybrid is better for shorter rides up to, say, twenty-five miles if the bike is of good quality.

On a hybrid we don’t have to wear special pants or shoes — we simply hop on wearing the day’s outfit. And, because the frame is heavier and stronger than on our carbon-fiber road bikes, we can mount baskets to run errands.

I got Tommie a beautiful Cannondale Quick 2 hybrid for our anniversary in May, and we realized once he flew past me up hills, that my older hybrid had very little pep. I could maybe travel ten miles before pooping out, and I looked like an octogenarian on a Rascal climbing the easiest of hills. To places where I would love to ride a bike, I would opt to drive a car instead — a FAIL for me and the planet.

Then yesterday Tommie rolled out my final gift. I was truly stunned. It never occurred to me that he’d buy me another bike, and for the first time in weeks I was chomping at the bit to go for a ride. I’m in need of a bit more winter gear to ride my road bike, as it’s too cold to ride in shorts, and I’ve already mentioned my issues with my old hybrid.

As soon as I hopped on my new bike, I knew it was a perfect fit. Clovis, the bike-fit god at Freshbikes in Arlington had adjusted the seat perfectly for me, and I felt athletic once again. They attached a basket mount on the back, for loading books, groceries, and even my computer, and so I’m ready to make my New Year’s resolution a few days early:

In 2012 whenever I am traveling somewhere that I could easily choose two rather than four wheels, I will pick two. Life feels like a fun game when I can pedal from destination to destination. Plus, less carbon emissions help the earth, and I have it on good authority that Cancer HATES all that physical activity.

The next time you see me, I’ll be rolling by.

Eff you, Cancer!

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Running FAIL

Even ChiRunning workshops didn't help!

As much as I hate to do this, I’m giving up my mission to run again. My body is clearly not on the same page with my mind and screams at me in pain every time I hit the streets.

I don’t mind pain. In fact, I have an extremely high tolerance level for pain (just ask my massage therapist who wonders how I’m not screaming or crying when she digs deep into my muscles). What I do mind is injuries.

It’s too important to me to be able to exercise at full capacity so that I can continue to make my body a cancer-fighting fortress, and this week, for example, all I can do is walk on flat surfaces so that my quadricep tendon can get healthy again. I can’t even ride my bike. Oh the horror!

So there it is. Since I got back into running a few months ago I’ve had knee pain, hip pain, muscle pain, and now a full-on tendon injury. I get it, Body. Stick to biking, Pilates, tennis, weight training, anything but running. I will no longer try to force a square peg into a round hole. Message received.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m headed out to Ballys so that James can help me rehab my knee. Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have him?

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Back Playing Again

Mount Vernon Athletic Club

About four years ago Tom and I stopped playing tennis.

Shortly before our last day of tennis we learned that the recently found tumor on my pancreas had metastasized to my liver and chest. Doctors couldn’t agree to a treatment plan, and no one could tell us what any of it meant. Was I rapidly dying? Would I be entering a world of poisonous chemotherapies and living from then on bald, sick, and in pain?

Tom and I tried our best to live our normal life during this chaotic period, so one morning we decided to play tennis at our club, the Mount Vernon Athletic Club. But the mere normalcy of the activity was depressing. With each shot we both became less and less energetic and after about fifteen minutes of lifeless rallying we walked up to the net to talk. We were both thinking the same thing: Is this the last time we’ll ever be able to play tennis together? We packed up our gear and went home.

A few weeks later I had the rat-bastard primary tumor removed from my pancreas, and the rest of the story you know: I became healthier and stronger than ever before.

We tried hitting a couple times over the past year, but we couldn’t get into tennis again. Until this week.

For whatever reason both of us came up with the idea that we should rejoin the old tennis club and get back into the sport. So, on Saturday, while Tom was running around DC doing Urban Dare, an Amazing Race-like scavenger hunt, I went back to Mount Vernon and rejoined. I hit with a tennis pro on Saturday afternoon, and Tom and I played a set yesterday.

We’re back! It felt incredible to be back on the court again, but more than that it felt incredible to be back on that court again. We didn’t understand it at the time, but we understand it now: You can live with cancer. We thought that because I had cancer everything we enjoyed would be taken away from us. Boy were we wrong.

Like John Diamond said, “Cancer is a word, not a sentence.”

 

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