Monday, May 26, 2014

Rising Eagles!

My Vintage '93 Eagle Scout Ribbon w/ Gold Palm


In some ways I felt guilty about being on vacation, and being lucky enough to spend time with so many loved ones. Our family hasn't been untouched by strife, but we definitely, as a whole, do not take enough time to celebrate the little things along with the big events.



The Eagle Candidate is Prepared!

This past week has seen my oldest nephew graduate high school, go through his Eagle Scout ceremony, his mother, my Sister, celebrate her birthday, and my youngest nephew as King Triton in his school play. In attendance for all has also been uncles and aunts and a stack of Grandparents. All focused on those big events, but also trying so hard to celebrate the smallest accomplishments.


My mother, an amazing painter, was just commissioned, by the city of Gainesville, to paint a portrait of a fallen serviceman for whom the new station is being named. My Dad, still rather wobbly, is up and moving around, and smiling to be in such a beautiful part of the country. The rest of us, I believe, are truly just happy to observe the tribulations.


Smallest Oconee Bluegill Ever
For me, when I am asked why I'm always happy or optimistic I say it's because of these little things. Of course I am always proud of my family's accomplishments, but I'm also happy for the small victories. I love the sunshiny days on the lake, or now that it's clouding up, I'm happy cause the fish are gonna start biting. Moreover, I'm pleased to share those things with my nephews and parents while we all have this opportunity. Perhaps that is the real reason my Dad is smiling lately, cause he has always known the value of relaxing and letting the world bring happiness to those who are ready to discover it!




My Brother empowers the Trident
So why share this now? Well, without too much grandeur, when I run and hit the wall, I try to find the things that are going well, perhaps my knee isn't acting up, or perhaps it is noticing the ancient bricks I'm treading on are the same as the ones in St. Augustine and Greenwich Village. Further, and more to the point, There are only so many days in this fight against Parkinson's. I can continue a campaign every year if needed, but for my father, his battle is going to be so much shorter, so I'm glad we all get to see him smile!




If this sounds familiar, or if you believe the same way that I do, then please donate now to this Team Fox campaign! We are getting closer every day, and we need your help!!!



Thank You!!











Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day with Parkinson's


Happy Mother's Day!

Day Lillys, Mom's favorite!


I totally failed to write yesterday as promised, my apologies!



To make up for it, I figured a Mom's Day special would be a good challenge. However, as my Mom doesn't run, this post will be a bit about a Mom dealing with my Dad's Parkinson's.



My mother, Marsha, grew up all over the Southeastern US. She is the daughter of talented migrant farmers, and if you want a wholly depressing idea of what that means, read a short story titled Angel City, by Patrick D. Smith.



That being said, everyone always told me that my Grannie Berlie loved her three kids more than anything, and would “give up her last penny” for any of them. So, my Mom was always very loved, no matter what circumstances they were brought up in. Mom passed that love on to all three of us boys.



We were very lucky having a “stay-at-home” mom for much of our childhood. Whether it was staying up till midnight to help finish a pasta map of Australia, or being up early to start laundry while fixing school lunches, Mom never really complained, at least not to us. I am sure, though, that Dad got regular earfuls of how we tortured her, or each other, or the cats, hamsters or turtles. It has been twenty years since the last baby left the nest, and now Mom once again deals with all that, except now she is taking care of my Dad.



Now, it's a good time to say that for all the challenges Dad has, he is not too bad yet. Mostly, his balance and his short-term memory are the culprits. However those two things can present a world of unforeseen caveats when it comes to something simple, like laundry.



Imagine if you will, Mom will come home from a full day at work, and she will find fourteen tons of laundry filling the living room. No real order to it, and in the middle is Dad slowly folding clothes that may, or may not, be clean.



Here is what might have happened: Dad wanted to help out around the house and feel useful, so he started on the job Mom likes the least, laundry. In the midst of this work he over-exerted himself, possibly fell but definitely felt dizzy, and he sat down to rest while the wash was running. Then, he forgot he was doing laundry. You get the idea. The end result is Dad frustrated that he no longer sees himself as able to provide, and Mom is frustrated first out of sympathy fro the man she loves, then out of bother because of the amount of work now ahead of her. Also, there was probably a red sock forgotten in the whites.

That one red sock


The above exceptionally simple description applies to so many things around the house: the dishes, the trash, the mail, even dinner. All these things become mountainous challenges, daily, all because of Parkinson's.



What truly must frustrate the most though, is that when you're a teenager's mother, you know they are learning and developing, and will eventually grow up and move out. The torment will be over. For the wife of a Parkinson's patient, though, it's almost a Benjamin Button effect, where the person you care for the most in this world, slowly devolves, and there is no graduation day to look forward to; there is just more pink laundry to fold.



So, now that I've induced melancholy, I shall try to explain why all this is a beautiful thing on a day like today.



Our Moms continue to make sacrifices long after all the kids go off to start their own families. You are always going to be loved by the person who literally gave of her own life to create yours. Remember today, and every day, that your mother will never stop being a Mom, and that she needs you.





Hopefully, this snippet of my life has inspired you to do two things:



  1. CALL YOU MOM!!!!


  1. Donate to Team Fox now, please, so that one day soon nobody's mom has to discover the things which mine does every day when living with Parkinson's.





Thank You
 
 

Saturday, May 3, 2014

A funny thing happened on the way to the bank!



Last night I had a very surreal experience, I witnessed a cyclist on his way home from work get hit by a driver who wasn't paying attention. It was at a full-on red light, and the cyclist, named Josh, was clearly in the crosswalk with a walk signal.
 


Rearview


Josh is ok! He got so very lucky, as I am sure so many of my running fans have as well; I know I have. So, after I tweeted about it, waiting for the police, it was suggested that I write a road safety post...sounds good to me!!


First let me say that there are some fantastic guidelines available at the Road Runners site, very common sense stuff that you probably already know or practice, www.rrca.org/education-advocacy/etiquette-for-runners/


They are quite general though, and as I was brought up by a cop, a great cop, so I'll happily share some of the things I was told on how to stay alive! As a note, these are just more guidelines, and I'm in no way responsible if you still fail to look both ways!!!     *especially while reading this
 
 
 

*RunningArts' 7 Advanced Road Runner Rules!!*
 
 
  1. Everyone is trying to kill you!
    This is a good reminder as you head into traffic, especially in a city like Orlando, where I live and run. Basically Dad means that no car, or driver, is to be trusted; play out every scenario for every direction change a car might make, and you’ll usually be ready.

  2. Just cause their blinker is on, doesn’t mean they are really going to turn!
    Dad put it this way, “Did the driver just put on that blinker, or has it been on for 5 miles?”

  3. Watch their wheels, not the driver!
    Wheel Watcher
    From a full stop, at a perpendicular angle, it is easier to see a car's wheels begin to rotate, verses the entire car move against the background. This might give you the moment you need to adjust or stop as needed.

  4. Know your route!
    I always observe the same traffic hazard in the same place on my run. It is at a major intersection where the forward traveling lanes have green lights, and for some reason the right turn arrow stays red an extra 30 seconds. Everyone runs the turn arrow without stopping. Knowing this I either avoid ever crossing there, or I am overly cautions of the flow of traffic there.

  5. Seek alternatives, and always seek to improve your course!
    I run along a beautiful road beside a golf course. For the first month that I lived here I always dodged intersections and driveways on the East side of the road. Then one day the my regular sidewalk was under construction so off to the West I went. What a different world, probably only a quarter of the intersections and obstacles then lined my path. Always seek a more runner-friendly path!

  6. Always ALWAYS carry some sort of ID and let someone know where you're going.
    Whether it's your actual DL in your tiny keypocket that you stretched, or a RoadID item, if you can't talk for yourself in an emergency, let your ID talk for you. Also, whether it's telling your husband or wife which route you're about to head out to, or a quick Tweet that you're headed out for your “regular” run, let there be somewhere to start looking for you in an emergency!

  7. For the love of all that is holy, DO NOT JAYWALK!
    Think about it this way, IF drivers hit you in crosswalks where they expect you to be THEN they will do it even more when they don't have the slightest clue that they should look up from Snapchat  so they can watch your new Asics bounce off their hood!!!
    It is covered really well here: www.popcenter.org/problems/pedestrian_injuries/

      “Pedestrian-vehicle crashes also tend to concentrate at certain places:6
  • The majority of pedestrian-vehicle crashes (60 percent in urban areas; 67 percent in rural areas) occur at places other than intersections.
  • Seventy-four percent of pedestrian-vehicle crashes occur where no traffic control exists.


Just 10 more feet!


DO NOT JAYWALK!!!!! USE THE CROSSWALK!!!!!
ITS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!


 
 
 

I hope that these reminders help keep you and all your running friends just a little bit more safe! Please share these notes with others, but remember they are just a step to being as safe as possible!


In the event that you are curious, yes, I have been hit while running, twice!


Both times were at the same crosswalk, crossing the right turn-lane on a “Walk” signal after making eye contact with a slowing driver. Both times I gave myself a little extra space in the crosswalk, and that allowed me to spring away from their hood as the driver stood on their brakes. I was very fortunate, and I have my Dad to thank!!