Lucky Duckys

Okay, kids. It's that time of year and we really need your help again!

Thanks to my extensive attention whoring over the past year, I'm sure
you are all aware of my 100lb weight loss journey with Weight Watchers
and the role that running has played in my maintenance, both
physically and psychologically.

Last year, The Susan G Komen 5K in Buffalo was the first race I had
ever run. One year later, I have run 10 (5k to 5mile) races and 3
Half-Marathons. By the end of the year, I will be qualified to run the
2012 NYC Marathon!

On that note, I do need to get down to some business.

The WNY Susan G Komen 5k for Breast Cancer will always have a special
place close to my heart (pun intended) for many reasons, but most of
all because so many of the women in my family have been killed by this
disease and if we can just get you guys to donate $10 each, we can
exceed our goal!

Chances are, you've spent $10 on:

*A soda pop from a movie theatre and although the cup may be as big as
your torso, you will spend half the night in the bathroom line,
thereby missing the movie you paid to see and wasting the $13 you
spent on the ticket. Donating $10 will actually save you money!
*Your ever-growing fund to purchase those Broadway tickets for
Spiderman. Save your money because the next stunt man face-plant into
the audience will be free on youtube.
*A framed and autographed copy of THE Anthony "Weiner"
*A honey badger, because he don't care (SEE: http://youtu.be/4r7wHMg5Yjg).
* A year's subscription to Canadian Curling Digest.
*A  hipster-approved beer, formerly considered worthless white trash
piss water, but now considered "cool" in any bar off the first 3 or 4
stops on the MTA into Brooklyn.
*An iTunes season pass for The Real Housewives of Sheboygan.

Ok. Ok. I admit that I made that last one up, but really, can I be that far off?

Seriously, we really need your help! This is a cause that is very
important to our team. My Nana passed away from breast cancer in 1996
and sadly, the chances are staggering that more women in my family
will be diagnosed with the disease including my mom, my aunts, my
cousins and even my niece and myself. We need to conquer breast cancer
before it conquers more of us!

On a sidenote, I would like to take this opportunity to give a great
big THANK YOU to all my friends and family who have supported me and
cheered me on through Facebook and Twitter and in real life! Your
presense in my life means more to me than you could know.

XoXo,
Christina aka Trixie

Donate here:
Lucky Duckys Team Page

If you cannot donate, come on out and join our team! We're looking for more members and right under our names on our team page, you can see a "join team" link. You can walk the 1 mile "Family fun walk" or join me and Mikey for the 5k and walk, run, skip to your loo...whatever you wish.

When you wish upon a star...

So I thought I'd "celebrate" my new blogging location with my biggest post ever. Relax, grab a cup of tea (or coffee or cocoa) and read:


My Disney Vacation and Half-Marathon Recap!


WARNING: Many links are being posted here, in an attempt to pimp out my previous posts as well. Although, my old blog and full site are still up (www.TrixieWeighsIn.com), technical difficulties have forced me to move over here and I essentially lost my previous comments from friends who responded. 

Now, as I have stated before here, on twitter and on fb, this was my first half-marathon, or "half-mary", as the kids say.

I went back and forth between splitting this into 2 posts, but decided against it.  If you'd prefer to skip past the vacation-y Disney World and Wizarding World of Harry Potter stuff, feel free to start reading where I wrote "HALF-MARATHON RECAP".

When I started running, I wanted to do it to reach my goal weight and raise money for breast cancer research, as I stated in my success story and then I elaborated in my running progression post.  I didn't have a distinct idea of what my ultimate running goal would be. Would I just keep doing it to stay in shape and do some 5k's for charity here and there or did I want to go further?

While cruising through my friend and former co-worker Mikey Trisket's facebook and reading all of his running and Disney posts over the last year or so, I became fixated on doing the Disney half-marathon. Having recently quit my lousy FT job to do a PT retail job with Apple at that point, I could not justify the expense. I felt way too selfish to even try to talk my husband Mikey into it. I went a little further into the story and my Disney fixation in Cost vs Value post. Basically, once I hit my goal weight, achieved Lifetime Status and then was hired by Weight Watchers, Mikey decided that I deserved a big reward. Is there anything better than going to Disney World and achieving even another goal AND being able to play at both Disney and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter? Not in my opinion.

We booked the trip through Orbitz and found a pretty sweet deal, staying at Pop Century, which may be the tackiest resort in Disney, but that is exactly why I LOVED it! There are ginormous bowling pins outside the entrance and every group of buildings is modeled after a different time period. We were booked in the 1970's and had disco music playing outside and random oversized toys we used to have when we were little, including this Big Wheel that I am pretending to run away from:

I am easily amused.

On Friday, Mikey and I ran the Buzz and Woody Best Friends 5k and we had a blast! It  takes you around Epcot and past all the countries. I really loved the view!

Now, of all the research and preparation I did re: the running, I did not realize 2 things:

1. The damn shuttle to the races picked us up at 4am for the 5k and 3am for the half! GAH!
2. The temperature at that time and during this time of year is not exactly what we had planned for, thinking Florida was far warmer than New York. It was in the low 30's and we did not bring proper attire.

Here we are bundled before the race:

and here is the adorable "medal" from the 5K:

I love how Mikey's holding it as if it's a fine jewel. HAHA!

After the 5k, we joined Mikey Trisket, his bf Wil and his sister Karen for a day at the WWoHP. Before ordering the tickets, I had asked around to a few friends I knew who had been to the park already. They told me that 2 days there would be ideal and that the lines are ridiculous. I did not fully understand this until we actually arrived there. 

When I first saw Hogwarts Castle in the distance, I became immediately psyched!

My first steps through Hogsmeade were really exciting...until I realized that the entire crowd packed into the tiny area were in one line or another.

Each ride had lines outside their designated space and even the shops had lines several hours long! Mikey Trisket called our experience waiting to ride the Forbidden Journey, "Harry Potter and the Never Ending Line" and he nailed it. We actually became so frustrated after spending over 20 minutes just trying to lock up our bags (after hours waiting in the damn line), that we ended up going through the "single-riders" line, just so we could finally get to the friggin ride.

I will say this though: I really enjoyed that ride! It was nothing like what I had expected.

While there that day, we had butterbeer, which is essentially cream soda with a frothy angelfood cake batter-flavored topping. It was tasty, but I wanted it to be more buttery, as if Paula Deen made it herself.

Mikey and I ended up going back to WWoHP a few days later and it was cold and rainy that day, so the crowds were much smaller and the wait times were much less. The wait was STILL around an hour long each and the Hippogriff ride was not running, so I'm still a little bitter about that. At least I did get into Ollivander's and a hazel wand "chose me".

Yes, I'm a geek and I have no shame.

Bottom line: Everything was so poorly designed and the crowd control was non-existant. It's as if they never planned for it to be that busy. I honestly think Disney would have done a way better job with this.

That said, I'd totally go back. HAHA!

Anyway, we left Universal relatively early because I was already falling asleep, having been exhausted from working so much the week before, waking up at 3am for the 5k and then literally running around.

I went to bed almost immediately, so I could actually make it to the shuttle for the half mary at 3am.

HALF-MARATHON RECAP

FTR, I am not a morning person. If you know me IRL, are a facebook friend or follow me on twitter, I make this abundantly clear. As much as I try to force myself to get up and accomplish things in the morning, I just cannot seem to do it. Knowing the shuttle was picking me up hours before the restaurant at Pop Century would open, I actually picked up 2 coffees in travel mugs before heading to bed.  I was NOT going to be improperly caffeinated that morning.

Thankfully, I also had the presence of mind to bundle like a crazy woman. I had a tank top, my Wonder Woman Underoos, a thermal top, running shirt my mom gave me, the official half-marathon shirt, a red mickey mouse sweatshirt, my Lose for Good sweatshirt, My Slytherin scarf, my owl hat and a pair of gloves. I felt a little like Ralphie's brother Randy from A Christmas Story:

"I can't put my arms down!"

At this point, I actually have to rely pretty heavily on my twitter and facebook feeds because I was so excited that a lot of it is a blur.

Our driver was hysterical and helped wake me up by making jokes and getting us to laugh a little about those huge turkey legs at the parks and how people eat them etc. Clearly, you had to be there...

Once we got to the Epcot parking lot, I started to see the crowds beginning to gather and was getting uber-psyched:

There was a DJ playing *usually* decent music, but I started to get annoyed:

While waiting for the action to start (and probably an attempt to block out that damn song), I began to feel a little emotional and excited and began replying to friends who wished me good luck, so they knew that I was thinking of them throughout this HUGE event in my life and I appreciated their words of encouragement:

They started making announcements and I thought we'd be going soon. I had been struggling to get a decent signal since we had arrived in the area (it was waaaay worse than even NYC) and I didn't have a lot of faith that I'd be able to communicate throughout the race:

Yeah...not so much...

The MC's spoke about a couple who had planned to attend the race together, but the husband was deployed, so he was running a half marathon overseas and was starting at the exact same time. The best part was when they had a video chat going and their toddler daughter was trying to talk to him.

Anyway, they started introducing random celebrities like Al Roker who were there and asked about 147 times, "Who is doing this Half-marathon for the first time?" I hooted and hollered every time. I'm a dork.

I was starting to feel properly bundled, unlike most people around me, which helped keep me in a decent mood. I am not nice when I am cold:

"extra bundled" was putting it lightly

more like 4 or 5 layers...

FINALLY, after 5:30, they started the wheelchair competitors and were playing actual Disney music, which was awesome, but made me even more antsy!

Wonderful World of Disney Intro

They started going through the corrals one by one and each batch had a big announcement and fireworks! 

I was in Corral E, so I still had some time to wait. It was after 6am when they finally "released" us (read from bottom up):

I know it may seem ridiculous, considering I was standing there in my running gear on a trip planned entirely around running this half-marathon, but I literally started tearing up when I had that "athlete" realization. I have never heard myself referred to as an "athlete" before. I had just accepted and started identifying myself as a runner, but "athlete" seems so much more intense. 

Perhaps it was the excitement, but before I even hit the 3 mile mark, I had started losing layers. So many of us had to do this, that the side of the road look as if it had snowed clothes. I was ok with losing most of the layers, but I was particularly sad about the 2 sweatshirts. The 1st to go was a red Disney sweatshirt I had just bought the night before and the other was my precious Lose for Good sweatshirt that had gone with me on every cold weather run. When I took it off, I gently draped it over a railing, hoping it would be able to still do some "networking".  I did find out later that Disney collects all the clothes and donates them, so at least I know my sweatshirt is again helping those in need. That definitely made me feel better!

I started looking for ways to help us pay off the trip.

Right around the 5 mile mark, We went past the Contemporary resort where Mikey Trisket was staying. He had told me the night before that he was coming out to cheer me on and had subscribed to the service to get texts on my progress. Luckily, I planned ahead and estimated where he would be and lingered around that side of the route because I actually saw him and his mom out there. I screamed and waved like a lunatic and continued on.

Soon, I started making real progress and i seriously started to freak out as I approached the Magic Kingdom and saw the castle:

The course literally takes you around and then through the castle and it's freakin AWESOME!

You can actually see me posting that very tweet in the background of some broad's pic:

This seriously cracks me up. I may have to buy it, along with:

Soon thereafter, I hit the halfway point and started to worry that it was going to be over too soon:

Along the way, there are characters that you can meet. I wasn't particularly interested in any, except for the penguin from Mary Poppins and mainly because the last time we were in Disney, my brother Jeff was stalked by someone in that costume at Epcot:

Mikey, Jeff and hid Penguin Stalker in November 2008

I couldn't resist snapping this picture and thankfully, she obliged and hammed it up a little:

I like to think she's blowing Jeff a kiss

After the Penguin, there wasn't much else to distract me while running along the road and I was struggling a little around the 11 mile mark because my left achilles was getting a little sore. There were bands and DJ's here and there along the entire route, but I really wish they had more entertainment at this point. There was literally nothing to see but road and trees, for the most part.

Thankfully, we started to swing back around to Epcot where I saw that 12 mile mark and the big sphere behind it:

I seriously cannot believe how awesome the view was:

You can actually see how ecstatic and badass I was feeling as we swung around Epcot:

Just as we were leaving Epcot, we hit the 13 mile mark and I was so psyched that I think my pace was doubled at this point:

Since there really was just parking lot ahead of me at this point and I had the finish line in my sight, I bolted before I started getting too choked up and couldn't run.

and I started to gush on Twitter, since Mikey was too far away:

I took off and accepted my medal for finishing the race:

So shiny!

I bolted over to the official race photo area and had my picture taken there:

Part of me thinks I should have taken off my shirt to reveal my Wonder Woman underoos, but it's probably best I don't reveal my secret identity...yet...

I really just wanted to see Mikey and get some free fruit! 

Contrary to the 5 fingers I am holding up out of indescribable excitement, I did not place 5th. Apparently, this picture has confused a few people. It's literally just sort of a virtual high-5 kind of wave of sorts. I didn't really put much thought into it, as I was clearly overwhelmed and over stimulated at this point. I'm just happy it wasn't anything obscene.

We promptly went back to Pop Century, where I had every intention of showering and heading straight out to roam around Magic Kingdom. Unfortunately, once I got into the warm shower and the excitement wore off, I was ready for a nap. I called my parents to tell them I finished and my mom said some awesome things to me...or at least I think so because I was already half-conscious at that point and crashed as soon as I hung up.

For the record, I wore that medal the rest of our time in Disney. The employees and random strangers congratulated me and I soaked up every damn minute of it. Right now, it's hanging in our bedroom, but I'll be carrying it around in my bag for a while. It makes an even better anchor than my tattoo.

As for the rest of our trip, we ended up "stranded" in Disney because NYC was hit with another snow storm and jetblue cancelled our Tuesday flight and moved us to Thursday. Thankfully, we had travel insurance and Orbitz ended up being super helpful. Jetblue did set us up, despite a cranky customer service person on the phone. They actually responded to me on twitter and were awesome, which was great because we have always been big Jetblue supporters and that phone broad almost turned us off from the company completely.  Also, our concierge was able to wrangle us some cheap park tix for the extra days we were there. It was the best vacation ever!

Btw, check out my Before and After pix on this page----->

The Before was taken in the Epcot version of Mexico (or Mexico de la Epcot, if you will...) during our last trip to Disney World in 2008 and when we went to recreate it, they had remodeled the whole joint. I was a little disappointed until Mikey pointed out that it was appropriate, since I had also been "remodeled". Anyway, we had fun trying to show changes other than my physical appearance. We put fruit and water on the table instead of fast food wrappers, I'm wearing my roadid bracelet and obviously, my precious half-marathon medal. Unfortunately, the lighting and positioning of my left arm were a little wonky, otherwise you would see my anchor tattoo that I got once i reached goal:

So there you have it. My vacation AND half-marathon recap. Much longer and perhaps less witty than I'd like to post, but by far the most meaningful thing I have ever forced myself to write.

If you've made it this far, I owe you BIG TIME! How do you feel about a personalized construction paper award made with genuine crayola crayons? Act now while supplies last!

Tunnel to Towers

On September 11th, 2001, I was walking from my apartment on Cliff Street and heading to the train to get to class at NYU. Once I left my building, I saw people crowding the streets.

Someone was screaming from a balcony about a plane hitting the World Trade Center and he was so hysterical (and because I was already a jaded new yorker), I dismissed him and kept walking. When I was about a block and a half away from the WTC, I could see what was happening, but I was still in denial. They even started evacuating the towers and people were running past me and screaming, but I still did not believe it. I guess it’s probably good because if I accepted and acknowledged the reality of the situation, my raging anxiety disorder would have kicked in, making things much much worse.

I hopped the train, thinking there was just some big fire and although it sucks, I couldn’t be late for class for that.

I cannot believe how very wrong I was. 

That morning, while I was busy being blatantly wrong and clueless, Steven SIller ran from Red Hook to WTC, where he was killed. According to the Tunnel to Towers website: 

“Stephen Siller, beloved husband and father of five, was a firefighter from Squad 1, Park Slope Brooklyn. On 9/11, he was off-duty, and on his way to golf with his 3 older brothers.

When Stephen heard on his scanner that the World Trade Center had been hit, he turned his vehicle around and headed towards the site. When his truck was prohibited from entering the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, typically of him, he raced on foot towards the site with his gear strapped to his back.

He was last seen alive on West and Liberty Streets where he, more than likely, went looking for his Squad, all of whom perished.”

His family organized an event in his honor, where you can retrace his steps through the Battery Tunnel and to Ground Zero. Every year, I would watch the coverage on the news and cry. I was again, too lazy to participate and help the cause.

This year, I swore that I would not sit on the television sidelines. I was going to participate and run for all those lost and the often forgotten survivors. 

I signed up a few weeks ago, and although i felt confident that I could physically do the run, but I knew it would be an emotional struggle. Thankfully, I recognized the selfishness of my feelings and moved on.

The weather outside was perfect, and even though the air in the tunnel was STIFLING, I think the toughest part was coming out to see the seemingly neverending line of banners, showing each of the FDNY and emergency workers who had been killed.

I definitely lost it here for a bit. I had to walk for a minute. It really just breaks my heart. These were sons, daughters, dad, moms, brothers, sisters etc...you get the point. They were just doing their job and they made the ultimate sacrifice as part of it. They woke up that day, not knowing that they would be heroes and life for everyone else would be changed forever.

Dash for Dad

In june of 2004, my Unca Dave passed away from prostate cancer. 

A month earlier, my dad had been officially diagnosed with the same disease, but had chosen a very aggressive treatment, based on his younger brother’s current state. Since then, my dad’s other 2 brothers have been diagnosed, had surgery and are now cancer free. This disease is seriously out to get the men in my family.

Unfortunately, there are many underserved areas, where men are not even able to be tested for this disease. Zero Cancer provides grants, free testing and education, so hopefully, we can stop this disease before it hits my cousin or my brother!

This year, on the 6th anniversary of losing my Unca Dave (we called him that because he had some video of my brother at 3yrs old calling him that and it stuck), I was thinking about how much I missed him and the impact he had on the dynamic of our family. He was the crazy one and in my family, that means something. We always had a blast when he came to town! He had long hair, played the drums, loved building models and riding bicycles. Every year, he would lead my whole family for an entire day and ride from North Buffalo to Niagara Falls.

Recently, I was thinking about how much I regret missing out on those bike rides. I did that by choice because I was lazy. Pure and simple. They would ride together, had fun and I’m sure they did a lot of laughing and I was too busy...watching tv, I guess? Ugh.

On a more serious note, my Unca Dave also took me in for a week, after 9/11 when I lost access to my apartment because I lived just 4 blocks away. This was when we really clicked. He took me shopping for clothes because I only had what I was wearing that day when I left for class at NYU and he made me feel safe in his family’s home. 

Anyway, this year, I decided to organize a family team for The Dash for Dad 5k to benefit prostate cancer research and I’m so proud of myself for not being that same lazy broad, but I’m particularly proud of my amazing family for participating!

My mom’s family even joined in and I was able to cross the finish line with my Aunt Toni’s husband Ed, who is also a survivor! 

This didn’t make me miss my Unca Dave any less, but it made me thankful that our contributions can help others, so they don’t have to lose their Unca Daves.

@--}--  (he used to sign his emails with this rose)

"I'd Rather Be Fit in Public"

having struggled with my weight since i hit puberty, i clearly missed out on many usual milestones through my teenage years. i’m not saying that overweight people don’t have proper social skills or they are not allowed to play sports. what i’m saying is that i allowed my weight to dictate what i did and even more disappointing, what i didn’t do.

through high school, i wore huge clothes to hide my body and avoided gym class whenever possible because the anxiety of undressing in front of my classmates was paralyzing.

my junior year, i was hit by a car (that is a huge story that i will save for it’s own post) and i was actually relieved that i didn’t have to take gym. seriously. i was hit by a friggin car and i was happy because i didn’t have to undress in front of other people. that was my primary concern. not that i had to have 2 surgeries and wear a cast for almost 4 months and then relearn how to walk. i didn’t want my classmates to see my bare thighs.

when i think about the person i was back then, it makes me very sad. i wish i realized how ridiculous that was, but i guess those issues make me appreciate how far i’ve come...blah blah blah. it still annoys me.

before puberty, i was a very active child. my mom was constantly yapping at me to sit back in my chair and relax while i eat dinner because i would literally run in, sit at the edge of my kitchen chair, woof some food down and run back out to play. by run, i mean literally run. i ran everywhere. they always joked that i was running before i was walking. my family managed a bowling alley in buffalo and my dad always talks about how i would come to visit and he would try to introduce me to people while i zoomed by, just running back and forth around the main lobby area. i’m sure it was fueled by full free access to the pepsi machine in the restaurant and candy room, but regardless, i was a big ball of energy.

as my goal weight grew nearer this past spring, i started to think about what activities made me happy as a child, in an attempt to tap back into that 4 year-old wild woman. now, if you read my success story, you know a main reason why i chose running, but this is the reasoning why i thought it would click for me. 

i started out running at the gym, but i only chose treadmills that faced the window. the added benefit, was the ability to flip off tourists in those double decker buses to relieve any aggression i had that day, but it was essentially, so i didn’t have to see who was around and making me feel self-conscious. after my run, i would wash my face after and take the hour long train home, as a big sweaty mess. i’m sure my fellow d train riders were less than pleaseD with my general funk.

finally, one day, i decided to force myself to shower at the gym. it was a rough couple weeks while i tried to learn to balance towel placement with exposed skin areas, but i did it. 

i then realized that i had to start to be comfortable with running outdoors. now, as i have mentioned previously, i am a sloooooow runner. people walk faster than i run and i’m not even kidding. i am often lapped by women old enough to be my grandmother. the number i was given in the central park conservancy race was off by about 2,000 runners because they had me down as a 9min/mile, which i do not expect i will ever be able to achieve. i like to think of myself as the 80‘s movie-style serial killer of running. i may be moving very slow, but i’m gonna get ya!

that said, about a month ago, i decided to try to run around central park and while looping past the great meadow, i saw an exercise class and the group of people were kicking and punching while the coach was cheering them on. i immediately thought, “oh god. i could never do that” and then it hit me. those people are kicking ass! why wouldn’t i want to look like that? that thought triggered another, which was, “i’d rather be fit in public, than fat and naked in front of my doctor.”

so now i run in public with a big smile on my face and i shower at the gym without fail. my shame and embarrassment was replaced with pride and self-confidence. is there anything better?