Remembering

September 11, 2001 started out as any other work day for me. I got up around 7am, put on my running clothes, tied my running shoes, put Nelson on a leash and headed out the door for our daily six mile run. As I was running down Carrillo Boulevard towards Shoreline Park on this perfect Santa Barbara day I noticed that the roads seemed to be less busy than normal and I did not run into the usual early morning dog owner crowd in the park, but I did not pay much attention as I turned around at the bottom of Shoreline and made my way back home. I took a shower, got dressed, fed the dog, brushed his teeth (don’t ask!), got my backpack and got into the car to go to work.

Just a typical morning in our house, except for one minor detail: Hubby had flown to a conference in Atlanta (of all places!!!) the day before and therefore the TV, which is usually switched on by the time Nelson and I get back home, remained idle. I never turned in on that morning and was literally oblivious when I got into the car and the radio station did not play the usual music. Instead a male voice that sounded like Peter Jennings was talking. Without really listening to what he was saying I switched to a different station only to hear the same voice. By the time I tried my luck with the third station and was again faced with who was now clearly Peter Jennings I had reached the first traffic light and slowly started to listen… “and at approximately 10:30am local time the second tower of the World Trade Center collapsed!” WHAT??? Is this some kind of sick joke? I was immediately ripped out of the early morning, pre work trance and thrown into the reality of one of the most tragic days in this nation’s history. By the time I arrived at work ten minutes later I had been able to somehow put two and two together and ran upstairs to my office where I found my co-worker and dear friend in tears watching a live stream of downtown Manhattan on her computer screen. Even before I asked her “did we have an attack?” I already knew the answer and as we learned more details we realized then and there that this country would never be the same. Since no one knew how many planes were involved and as we heard the news reports that all air traffic would be shut down my thoughts went to Atlanta… A place you do not want to be stuck in! But that is exactly the situation Hubby found himself in. With nowhere to go. The conference was canceled and all transportation out of Atlanta was immediately booked solid, including rental cars. But quite honestly, I did not care at that moment. All I cared about was that he was save. It is amazing how selfish we become when it concerns a loved one.

Not a lot of constructive work got done that day and as more and more of our fellow co workers arrived we made sure immediately that all their loved ones were OK as well, before turning out attention back at the unfolding news.

Late afternoon we all gathered at the restaurant next door to watch President Bush address the nation and a sense of community spread amongst those gathered around the table. We all realized we were in this together and that we could only overcome this tragedy by putting differences aside and working in unison. And amazingly this feeling lasted.

I think back to those days and weeks following the events of 9/11 and how our country rallied, standing unified behind our President. It did not matter if you voted for him or not. He was our leader and needed all the support he could get.

What happened? I look at our country today, eight years later, and I cannot help but feel dismayed by how soon we forget and how short our attention spans are. Eight years after that gruesome day our country is more divided than it was even before 9/11 and yet should we not all rally behind our current President? A man that was democratically voted into office by a substantial majority, a man that is trying his best to get this country back on track from an economic collapse, a financial disaster that I would not hesitate to compare to 9/11. Instead I see fear mongering, lies, racial innuendoes, and blatant displays of hate. In part egged on by a nut who is making a personal profit out of the tragedy of September 11 with his “912 Project”. A man I deem certifiable, who claims he wants to bring us back to those days after the biggest terrorist attack on our nation’s soil. It is unfortunate that this guy is so terribly misled that he actually wants a revolution to take down President Obama rather than remembering what 9/12 and the following days were really about: standing united behind our President to get out of the mess we were in!

Today’s Running Tip: There will be no tip today!

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Take It and Run (with or without Spectators) Thursday

Ah, spectators! The unsung heroes of the race world! “Love them or love them not so much” is what Kim in Maryland is asking us in the Runners’ Lounge today.

I think when it comes to those who hang out on the sidelines a list is in order. A list of the do’s and do not’s of spectacular support.

Personally I love spectators that:

~ are my loved ones!!!
~ cheer you on enthusiastically
~ call out your name if you have it on your shirt
~ clap and dance
~ play music
~ hold inspiring banner
~ bring out hoses on hot days
~ hold out their hand so you can slap it slightly while running by, especially in the early miles
~ give out pretzels…
~ …maybe even shot glasses of cold beer during the last few miles

Personally I don’t love spectators so much that:

~ that try to cut into your path…
~ … or try to run in front of you by first sprinting and then slowing down to a crawl
~ throw ice cubes down your neck (unless asked to do so on very hot days)
~ stand at mile 13 of a marathon and hold banners that read “YOU ARE ALMOST THERE” – save your effort! Mile 13 is not “almost there”, it means you made it to the half way point and know exactly what still lies ahead
~ yell “YOU ARE ALMOST THERE” (see above)
~ hold banners right in your face
~ try to swat you with their hand
~ douse you in sticky liquid
~ are drunk and disorderly

So, next time you are out on the sidelines of a race course try to be civil. By all means cheer, scream, dance, play music, wave your pompons, ring your cow bells, give us support, but please refrain from doing anything that could potentially harm a runner or get in the way of him or her reaching the finish line in the best shape possible. Be mindful and we love to see you at the next race! GO SPECTATOR!

Today’s Running Tip: Involve your family!

If no one in your family is into running like you are get them involved in races by having them come out as your own personal support crew. Handing you a chilled drink, your favorite long run snack, and especially lend emotional support. If it’s a local race have them volunteer!

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Over my Dead Body

So! About that health (s)care debate that has been sweeping the lands of the free for what seems to be a few months too many…

I have seen a lot of bullshit in my life! A LOT! After living through almost eight years of code orange (WTF?), walking through the airport security line almost stripped to the bare essentials, having shampoo, lotions (thank you SFO, I am sure one of your TSA agents is still enjoying smelling like roses) and water confiscated, begging the terminal shop clerk to give me her small zip lock bag because I had once again forgotten to pack my hand sanitizer and emergency toothpaste into one before rushing to the gate, wondering if shady figures in black suits would one day show up at my front door because I liked to check out the Al Jazeera website just to get a glimpse at their perspective, trying my hardest to translate into proper English what the then President was telling us, and wondering what exactly his sidekick was up to, I thought that on January 20th, 2009 ridiculousness had finally retired. We should be so lucky!

And not only has ridiculousness not retired, it has been elevated to a whole new level! Nation! We are no longer fighting the War on Terror (WTF?), we are now fighting the War on Death Panels (WTF?). Yes, that’s right, and I am sure you have heard of them, unless you have been hiding under a rock. If you have, stay there until it’s all over! If ever! But hopefully soon! Because while the deba(te)cle seems to be going on endlessly your grandma might not die as she has GOVERNMENT RUN health insurance and care but your daughter might, because she had bronchitis as a child that left her with scar tissue that insurance giants in this country of ours deemed a “pre existing condition”, even though she had two full physicals, three CT scans (that showed as much as zero changes within one year), notes from two different doctors that explain that what we are looking at is benign and not a health risk, even though she is an avid runner that finishes races, including marathons, in the top in her age groups.*

But I am rambling.

It is not so much that the disagreement about “public option” has me all miffed, no, what really ticks me of is the amount of misinformation, misconception, PRE conception, and fear mongering that has been making its way through the ranks of the uninformed. But then I have to remind myself that the majority of our fellow citizens cannot name one branch of government, nor do they realize the state they reside in has two senators, and let’s not even ask them who their representative is, because it might leave you weeping…

So here we are, in the 21st Century, and there are still people out there who take pride in a health “care” system that on average leaves 46 million Americans uninsured (86 million at any given time in any given year). Forty Six Million!!!! In fact some are so proud they will defend it with a gun. A big gun! (Although I am not foolish enough to believe that those proud gun toters are showing up in public with assault rifles because it is their constitutional given right. But that’s for another post). If that does not leave you nauseous from disgust I do not know what will.

Here we are, the wealthiest country on earth, a country that prides itself as setting the example for the rest of the free world, while millions of its citizens go without the medical care they desperately need. It blows my mind that some here actually argue that this is OK. That the uninsured somehow deserve to go without medical treatments, but don’t touch grandma, who at 88 years old has terminal cancer and needs a hip replacement, paid for by Medicare, a GOVERNMENT RUN health insurance program. Oh no, don’t you dare take that away from the frail and dying elderly. After all, it is our moral obligation to give them every single treatment they need no matter how outrageously useless it is in the long run, and how much it prolongs suffering and the inevitable. The hypocrisy is not lost on me.

These days I often think back to the times of my child- and early adulthood in Germany, a country that has (GASP!) universal health care. Not single payer! But universal, which means that every German citizen has health insurance and access to medical care! Every. Single. One! No one can be excluded based on health status. And no, it is not a single payer system like Canada and the UK. It is insurance based not unlike the system in the US, but insurance is provided on a non-profit basis. That insurance is paid for by payroll deduction, similar to the way we pay for Social Security coverage. And the German government, unlike the British government, does not own or operate hospitals and doctors are in private practice or are employees of hospitals. Workers and employers split the costs, with each contributing approximately 8% of payroll to 200 different “sickness funds”.  Coverage includes dental, prescription drugs and long-term care.  Germany spends 10.7% of GDP on health care, or an average of $3673 per citizen.

I cannot remember one time while I was growing up that anyone hesitated to go see their doctor(s) if they were sick or injured because they were worried about not being covered, out of pocket expenses and the bill that would be send to them afterwards. In fact no one ever saw a bill. Ever! If you needed to see a doctor, no matter what specialty, you would set up an appointment. If it was an emergency you would be seen the same day, in non emergency cases usually within a week or two (mostly within a week). You would show up to your appointment, give the front desk person your insurance information, got treated, send on your way with or without a prescription, and were done. There was no EOBs to look at, no bills to pay, nothing. If you needed a prescription filled you would go to the neighborhood pharmacy and get you medication, usually for a copay of approximately $2. If the doctor thought you needed to see a different specialist you would be referred and could see the specialist within a couple of weeks tops. And, btw, the same rules applied to dentistry, which is a whole other nightmare in this country.

People opposed to or skeptical of universal healthcare often bring up the fact that maybe I was just lucky I never had a major illness and therefore was spared the horrendous nightmarish scene a system would offer that provides health insurance to all, insurance and care that actually will not force you into bankruptcy. Or maybe I always had emergencies and therefore was seen promptly. What about anything elective or non emergency related? Well, I can guarantee you that I only had one emergency in my life, when I broke my cheekbone in 2nd Grade and my parents did not have to think twice about taking me to the emergency room, nor did they have to worry about the bill for a 10 day stay. The rest of my medical visits? All what one would call “elective” in this fine nation.

Yes, the doubters say, but what about hip replacements (for some reason hip replacements are always used as the prime example of shoddy practices in countries with universal health care. Maybe if Americans moved more they would not need to obsess so much about artificial joints!)? Admittedly, no one in my family has had to have a hip or two replaced, my grandmother however did have glaucoma and had to have individual surgeries in both eyes. Now, a cynic might tell you that she probably had to wait a year, if not longer for this surgery as it posed to emergent risk. Well here is news for you, cynic! Both were scheduled within a couple of weeks with one of the then best eye surgeons in Germany who happened to have his clinic just around the corner from where we lived.

Oh, they say, that was then, 20 years ago, it has probably all changed, universal health care is the death of old people after all. Let’s revisit an incident two years ago, when my dad, age 72, had to have a triple bypass. Was he put on a death panel list? Far from it. He was immediately transferred from the small hospital in the small town he lives in to a major cardiac center, where he received top of the line care. Then he was put into a cardiac rehab clinic that he referred to as the “Ritz Cardiac”, all for the out of pocket cost of a whopping $100. Did I mention he was 72 at the time?

So, understandably I have a very hard time with the pundits from the other side who want us to believe that providing health insurance to all Americans is going to kill grandma and and will make you wait in line for years when you need your hip replaced (there it is again!), if they replace it at all. Which brings me to the apparent nightmare that our neighbors up north have to deal with. The Canadian single payer system, which is supposed to be the death of all, but especially the old and frail as they are no longer an asset to society, a society that also owns more guns than the US but has far less shooting victims (good thing Dick Cheney never lived there to screw with their statistics). If I read the numbers from the Canadian Joint Replacement Registry correctly, there are more hip and knee replacements being done on 75-84 year olds than any other age group… Should we not stop and think about this for a minute? Or shall we just choose to continuously ignore the facts and run amok in a constant barrage of shouting matches and bold faced lies from the opponents, who by the looks of things have actually never lived anywhere but their own neighborhood. Or right wing politicians who take every opportunity they got to warn us that a public government run health insurance option might actually be popular. THE NERVE!!!

So, as the President prepares for his speech to Congress tomorrow night, let’s just take a moment and really think about what it is we are actually vilifying debating: making sure that every single American has access to medical care without going broke or dying in the process! Because that’s really what it’s all about and anyone who is against this, well, maybe they should take this opportunity to have their head examined!  If they can afford to do so!

*true story, because unfortunately we don't need to make this stuff up in America.

Today’s Running Tip: Preventing injuries!

Since a lot of us cannot afford to run to the doctor every week, it is important that we all prevent injuries in the first place, especially those that can be avoided. Runner’s World has a vast variety and tip of the trade on their website that are worth exploring!

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Always – Sometimes – Never

I always:

~ obey the law, (except for the speed limit law)
~ remember birthdays
~ love someone forever
~ wanted an Old English Sheepdog
~ hydrate

I sometimes:

~ forget German words and expressions when I talk to my dad
~ watch F(ixed)OX “News”
~ miss Europe
~ eat breakfast for dinner
~ swear

I never:

~ want this country to regress~ wear wool
~ forget you
~ understand Sarah Palin
~ wear wool
~ miss the seasons

Today’s Running Tip: Always! Soemtimes! Never!

Always have a snack before a long run! Sometimes cut your long run short! Never try to push through intense pain!

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August Numbers

I cannot believe that today is the first day of September! September!!! And you know what the means? It means that August is over!!! The last month of summer has slipped by! Boohaaahaaa!

It has been a lovely one: hot, sweaty, and tropical. Exactly the way I like it! And I have managed to keep up with my running routine without major problems, even continuously running outside. It is amazing how you acclimatize to your surroundings. I remember the years we used to go back and forth to Santa Barbara every other week and although I always enjoyed the desert heat I did have a hard time running in it. After having lived here for a year and a half now I don’t even think about it twice anymore going out in 100 degree temperatures. As long as I am well hydrated and carry cool water with me I am just fine. And I have a feeling that I will miss it once the temperatures go down this fall (shocking, I know!). We are lucky that it does not really get cool until mid November but I realize that the dog days of summer are behind us and as every year it is bitter sweet. I will never get used to the change into to fall. It is truly my least favorite time of year.

BUT… for now it is only the beginning of September and no tears need to be shed yet. We still have at least another couple of months where we can look forward to balmy days and warmish nights. But the heat, the HEAT is once again behind us.

Before I ramble on further, here are the running stats for August:

Total Distance: 214.78 miles
Total Time: 52:13:37 min
Run Distance: 154.11 miles
Run Time: 20:10:37 min
Walk Distance: 60.67 miles
Walk Time: 19:03:00 min

Shortest run: 5 miles

Longest run: 8.5 miles

Average speed: 7:51 min/miles

Strength & Endurance: 4 hours

Weight Training: 5 hours

Yoga: 4 hours

Today’s Running Tip: Never run without SPF!

Even on cloudy days, be sure you gave covered any exposed skin with SPF of at least 30. And don’t forget to protect your ears!!! Lots of runners forget those when they put on sunscreen.

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