Thursday, January 12, 2017

T-2 weeks

Today is not a very good day.  Most days I go about my business like nothing is even different.  Because you know what?  I don't feel any different.  I don't feel sick.  I'm still running 20-30 miles each week.  I go to work everyday.  I clean my house and feed my kids and it's life as usual.  I feel like every conversation I have about my cancer with a doctor or with a friend, I feel like it's a story about someone else.  Like I'm reading a book or a news article about someone in the community.

Someone else.
Not me.

But it is me.
It's Me.  I have cancer.  It still feels fake even as I'm typing it.

And today, even though I know that I have the non-aggressive markers, even though I know it's not in my lymph tissue, even though my PCP said it was 100% curable, today, I'm scared.

My breast surgeon called me two days ago with the results of the MRI I had.  I have another spot in the same breast in a different area.  It doesn't change the stage of my cancer or anything about the treatment except I now need to go back for another ultrasound.  She wants a marker in the spot where the second tumor is.  It's another one smaller than 1 cm, but seriously?  Another tumor?  This really pissed me off.  Like it's not bad enough that I'm 46 years old and have one tumor.  I need to have two?  ugh

The right breast was clear so that's good at least.  It doesn't help me much with my decision about choosing to have a single or double mastectomy, but at least that one is clear.  One less tit to worry about, I suppose.

So today all I can think about is the what ifs.  What if I can't work?  What if it comes back?  What if it's somewhere else and I have no idea because I AM HEALTHY GODDAMN IT!!

I am supposed to live to be 80 years old and see my kids get married and have kids and graduate college (not necessarily in that order....) etc etc.  That's what I am supposed to do.  But something like this makes you look at your own mortality at a time when I'm not supposed to have to do that.

This is probably going to be no big deal.  I'll get the surgery, I'll get new boobs and I'll move on.  But today I feel a little scared.  I don't want all kinds of pity and boo hoo's and sobbing though.  That just makes me feel worse.  Probably the nicest thing said to me so far was from someone I never would have expected.  What was said?  I will be there every step.  Almost made me cry.  Almost.

Schedule of events for the next two weeks:

1/18 8:00 a.m.--consultation with plastic surgeon
1/18 2:45 p.m.--another ultrasound and possible biopsy and insertion of clip at other tumor site
1/27 7:00 a.m.--surgery arrival time

Two weeks from now this will be all over with.

At least I hope so.  I hope there are not any more surprises.

Monday, January 2, 2017

bad news that isn't as bad as it could be

So I got to meet with the breast cancer surgeon last Thursday.  It actually went quite well.  I had a whole list of questions to make sure I asked her, but she was extremely thorough and I didn't even need to consult my list once.  She went over every last detail and took a full hour to do so.  (I can't even begin to imagine what that cost....)

The short story is:  I have a small <1cm sized invasive ductal carcinoma.  It is grade 1 which she explained but now I can't remember what exactly that means.  (I do know that it is good!) I am ER/PR + which means that the cancer cells have Estrogen/Progesterone receptors and that is good because then we can use tamoxifen post-surgery to continue to kill the cancer cells if any remain.  It is not good in that I have to remove my IUD because it releases estrogen.  boo  I have really enjoyed not being pregnant and not having my period for 11+ years now.  

It also has -Her2neu which is good because that is a growth factor, negative means it's not growing fast.  Lymph nodes are negative and it has a low ki-67/Mib-1 which is also good and means the proliferation index is low.  I believe she described this as a look at how quickly a single cog might turn in a machine.

The tumor is staged at Stage 1--small tumor size, nothing in the nodes and no metastases.

So, overall, this cancer can be 100% cured.  I have to have a complete mastectomy, including the nipple, because the cancer is too near the nipple for her to save it.  A complete mastectomy because basically my boob is too small to take the amount of tissue she needs to take and leave a decent cosmetic result after.  HAHA  She was very professional in the way that she worded that.  If I were a DD, then NBD, but since I'm an A--, sorry Charlie, the whole thing has gotta go.  Tamoxifen for 5-10 years and I'm good to go.

I have to have genetic testing to see if I have the breast cancer marker, I need an MRI to look at the right breast in more detail to be sure there is nothing there and I have to meet with plastics to figure out what I want to do for reconstruction.

I'm a little stuck on what I want to do for reconstruction.  I mean, obviously, I want to have an implant put in for the left breast.  Plastics will make me a new nipple and that is fine.  But what to do about the other boob is where I am stuck.  She said the two boobs really have nothing to do with each other and the likelihood of a mutation in my other breast is .2-.5%/year.  Pretty unlikely.  Genetics will tell me if I have the inherited risk and if that's the case, that number would be different.  MRI will tell me if I have any changes in the right one that might warrant removal as well.  But assuming they are both normal, I'm not sure what I should do.

Do I remove it anyway as a precaution and have them both reconstructed so they look alike?  Like what 46 year old wouldn't want new perky boobs?  amirite?  Is the recovery longer/more difficult if I do both?  If I choose to just do the one, will they look normal or will one be nice and new and the other old and saggy?  Also, if I keep the right breast I have to have an MRI yearly and a mammogram at the 6 month interval.  Forever.  That's A LOT of follow up.

I don't know what to do.  Honestly, I really don't care about my boobs.  I don't care about having big ones or new cleavage or any of that.  I really just kinda want to keep my boobs I have now.  Unfortunately, that isn't a choice.

I just want to look normal in a tank or a bra top.  That's really all.

So I've now gotten past the point where I'm pissed and I now have a plan.  I know what needs to happen and most of what will happen and I can just get going with getting it all done.  I know I'm not going to die from this and I can probably still run my marathon in May and do the relay in June.  I will be able to watch my kids' games and bring them to field hockey and basketball and baseball.  I'm gonna be able to work and support my family and not worry about my business.  And that has made me very relieved.

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Unrelated to the cancer shit, I ran 1049 miles for 2016.  I think that is pretty much on track with 2014.  I didn't total up 2015 but I'll assume it was higher since I was training for a marathon that year.  Probably should have banged out one more measley mile to make it an even 1050, but I said fuck it.

Races Run in 2016:

--Mid-Winter Classic 10 miler  February 1:27:01



--LLBean 10k on July 4 50:14  


--Beach to Beacon 10K August 49:58 *new PR 8:03 pace!



--Race to Respond Relay--7 mile leg from Newcastle to Wiscasset, Maine



--Millinocket Half Marathon December (in northern Maine.  In 12* weather.) 2:02:xx  I should definitely get badass points for that.

me being very shy about being on the news

coming in to the finish.  cold af

I'm still an InknBurn ambassador for another 6 months and then they will be cleaning everyone out and getting all new.  They have a bunch of cool new stuff so if you haven't checked them out lately, you should.

Happy New Year to everyone.  I had a lot of stuff planned for this year race-wise so I hope I get to do it all.  I'll likely be updating here regarding my treatment and surgery and recovery so stay tuned if you want to hear about that.

Any thoughts on the other boob?  New set or just the one?


Friday, December 23, 2016

2016 sucks

So.  Here I am.  Back at the blog again, but for a much different reason this time.  I'm still running and all that.  In fact, I'm signed up for a shit ton of stuff this year.  Just ran the Millinocket Half Marathon the other weekend and honestly, that deserves a blog post of its own, but will wait on that for now.

About 2-3 months ago I noticed that I had a dent in my boob.  Well, I noticed that my nipple was pointing a different way.  Nothing major.  My boobs are old, you know.  I'm 46 and breastfed 3 kiddos so you know that takes a toll on the girls.  I thought, well, that's weird.  But that was it really.  I guess this is what my boobs are going to look like now.  And didn't really think much of it.

I don't often see myself without clothes but each time I did, I just kinda thought "oh, well.  Poor boob looks weird now" and that was that.

Last Thursday, for whatever reason, I thought differently.  My mind finally had a rational thought and realized--uh, no.  This is not just old boobs.  Dumbass.  Maybe, just maybe, you should get a mammogram.

So I called the doctor on Friday.  Got an appointment (which was an adventure in itself, but not the point of this story so I'll leave it out) and went that afternoon.  Of course, he thought it was weird and of course, he agreed that I should have a mammogram.

Monday--mammogram scheduled at 1:00.  Should be about a half hour they said so I moved my schedule around so I could come back to see patients around 1:45.  yeah, nope.  Multiple pictures and then an ultrasound and shit was getting serious.  Biopsy scheduled the next morning 7:15.  I am all about doing it now and getting it over with.  Who wants to wait around for that shit?  Not me.

The biopsy was not really a big deal, 5 samples with a hole punch like needle thing and that's that.  Hurry up and wait for the pathology report.  I tried to talk myself into believing it was just a fibrous clump or some boring nothing thing like that, but deep down I had a feeling it wasn't going to be nothing.

The doctor called me yesterday and confirmed that I have a ductal cell carcinoma.  Low grade.  Which is guess is "better".  Whatever that means.  Off to the cancer care center I go.  Merry fucking Christmas to me.

I laugh at the irony of this since I don't smoke, I don't drink, I exercise almost daily, eat pretty decently and I am not overweight.  But yet, I get this.  Hardly seems fair.  And you know what, I don't have time for any of this shit.  I don't.  I don't even have time to wrap the fucking christmas presents and now I have to find time for surgery and radiation and god knows what else.

2016 has sucked balls and I am so done with it.  Fuck you 2016.  I'm pretty sure I don't deserve any of this stuff I've had to deal with this year.  But yet, here I am.

I hope 2016 treated you better than it treated me.


Wednesday, September 23, 2015

May-August Review

Wow.  I guess I really have been lazy in writing blog posts this summer. It appears as though I haven't done any mileage review since April.  Shame on me.

I have been running though.  And still quite a bit!

May
113.2 miles run

The big deal about May was I completed my first marathon!  Yay me.  Race report HERE if you care to read about it.  Basically, it was hot as hell, long and annoying at times.  I killed the first half and crashed and burned the second half.  Overall finish time 4:08 and change.  Not a BQ but a very respectable first marathon finish.

June
79.13 miles run
135 minutes of biking

My first month that was less than 100 miles since the beginning of the year.  I guess that's ok the month after a marathon.  Still, I was kinda bummed I didn't reach 100.

July
75 miles run
220 minutes biking

Another low mileage month.  Summer is busy people!  I'm not sure why, but even with all the extra sunlight, it was super hard to find time to run.  I did run a half marathon that month and had a respectable finish on another god-awful hot day.  I also broke my 10K pr at the LLBean Fourth of July race.  Race report HERE.  That day was humid too.  Lots of hot and humid weather this summer.


August
92.06 miles run
135 minutes biking

Not a single run over 6 miles in this month but lots of shorter ones and I guess if you do enough shorter runs, they total up to a lot.  Just short of 100 but still a respectable mileage total.

August was my birthday month and I'm now a fabulous 45 years old.  It's hard to believe that I'm 45. I don't feel 45, I don't think I look 45 and I certainly don't act 45.  What does 45 act like anyway?

50 is just around the corner and I really just can't believe I'm almost there.  It's really true what everyone says about getting old.  You feel the same way you felt at 20, but you clearly aren't.  In my mind, I'm still that same girl, but on the outside things just aren't what they used to be.  I hate it.  Getting old is not fun.  But at the same time, I like being alive too so I suppose the alternative isn't any better.

I can totally get why people have a mid-life crisis.  Thank God running keeps me sane.

kids got me a selfie stick for my birthday! best present EVER!


Ooooh!  In other exciting news, I got chosen to be an InknBurn ambassador!  I love their gear and have been applying for 3 years now.  Finally!  I got chosen.  Woo!

where it all started..... with the peacock skirt!

 dragonfly on my friend and I


Yup. It's a fish tank tank


Their clothes are different and cool and I love them.  No one looks like me when I wear them.  Like seriously?  Who has a fish tank tank?

seriously now.  Are they not the coolest??

Who doesn't want to look like a robot?  Their stuff is all made in the USA, hand printed, cut and sewn.  It's a bit more expensive, but it is so worth it.  The colors never fade, the designs are unique and different.  You will not look like everyone else.

Check them out at inknburn.com.

I hope you all had a great summer like I did!  Another year older.  Another PR.  Another grey hair. or 50......

Thanks for reading.  Hopefully, I'll be back at it a little more frequently now.




Monday, September 21, 2015

Portland Trails to Ale 10K Review

Hey there!  Remember me?  I used to blog here about running and biking and life and stuff.  Well, I'm still running and biking and life-ing and stuff, I just haven't written any of it down here on my blog.

I guess I didn't really think any of it being blog-worthy.
Or I'm lazy.
Or I think my life is boring and couldn't come up with anything clever to say.

But here I am again.

Even if it's not interesting or funny, I need to keep writing here because first of all, it keeps track of all my miles for me!  Secondly, I had no idea that I broke my 10K PR TWICE this summer.  Until I just looked at my lonely blog this morning, I didn't have a clue.  I've taken 2 minutes off the damn thing!

Anyway.  Back at it.  I need to review my entire summer but I'll first do this race and get back to that later this week.  Or month.  Whatever.

So yesterday was the Portland Trails to Ale 10K.  Our high school cross country coach (who is damn fast btw), wanted to get a team together from Boothbay for this race.  Top 3 finishing men and women's time combine and whichever team has the fastest time wins.  The men pretty much had it in the bag because we have some FAST men in our area and some pretty fast women too!  (I am not one of those, but somehow I was on the team anyway. :) Charity, I suppose.  haha)

No real training for this race other than the usual running with my best running buddy, Stacey.  Who, BTW, just had her Boston Registration accepted!  Yesssss!!

Race start time was 9:00 which was perfect so I didn't need to get up at the ass crack of dawn.  We left at 6:30 to drive to Portland and find parking, which we were able to find off street kinda near the start.  As I got out of the car, I noticed a cat outside, not on a leash, just hanging out in the middle of the city.  It was in front of a townhouse -sorta thing, but I was really surprised to see the cat just hanging out.  Wouldn't you think it would get run over?

I hoped he wasn't a stray but my daughter went over to him and he was the nicest, purring, loving cat ever.  He rubbed all over us and purred.  My daughter noticed he had a collar and checked it--Scooby. hahaha!  Love it.
Cat selfies are hard to do when the cat keeps rubbing all over your phone....

I had followed my friends and teammates, Stacey and Sara, down to Portland and then ran into my other running friends, Danielle and Sarah before the start.  They were part of another team--but more of that later.

Danielle and Sarah went to go "warm-up" and run 2 miles, (I cannot see any point of that!  Run 2 miles before running another 6?  Silliness.) so we milled around the start area trying to find the rest of our team.  The guys were apparently out running and warming up too (again, more silliness).

 most of the girls

And then finally everyone was done with their foolishness and we got a most-of-the-team pre-race photo.

dudes on either end are FAST!

Peninsula Pounders.  Cause we're all from Boothbay.  Which is a peninsula.  And we pound the pavement.  Get it?  #soclever

9:00 we lined up to race and then BAM!  Gun went off.  No warning.  No ready, set, go or anything.  Just bang!  Ok then.  Time to run.

Weather was coolish but a little humid and everyone was worried I'd be hot in a long sleeve, but I hate to be cold so I didn't change.  The course was down hill for the first mile or so and then very flat.  The "trail" part of the race was a gravel walking path around the bay in Portland.  To call it a trail is a stretch, so if you are looking for a true trail race, this is not it.

Stacey took off ahead of me and even though we usually run together at the same pace, she was off like a shot this time.  Makes me think she is running slower to run with me 90% of the time........  Anyway, that left me running alone with no Garmin.  I did have my stopwatch going but the miles weren't marked until Mile 3 so I had no idea of what my splits were.  I guess that's better for me.  Not knowing.  Just run on feel.

Pretty uneventful run.  I did feel like I was working hard for the first 4 miles.  There was a constant headwind.  Like seriously.  We'd turn a corner and there was headwind.  Around the next bend, headwind.  I thought it would never end.  It was like running with a rubber band that someone had attached to you from behind.

The last mile was super nasty as we run by the sewer treatment plant and I don't know if they were mixing up the shit or what, but holy hell, it was frickin stinky.  Just what you want to smell at Mile 5 of a 6 mile race.  Gag.  I passed a bunch of people anyway on that last stretch and for the finish I could see my friend and teammate, Brian, and he was cheering loudly when he saw me.  I sprinted that last bit and finished somewhere around 51:00.

awkward finish photos FTW!


Apparently, I am the master at awkward finish photos.  Not just one, but TWO!  At least my outfit rocked.  And I actually look kinda muscley in that top one.

There was pizza and beer (hence the trails to ALES) at the end.  I had pizza but since I don't drink, I skipped the ale part.  I did hang around for the awards since the print out showed I came in 4th in my age group and our team did pretty well.  The cross country coach came in 2nd overall and 3 of our men were not far behind him.  I knew two of our women finished in under 50 so that's pretty good too.  I thought we would place for the team and I wondered if I might get third because the overall winner looked like she was about my age and that would pull her out of the age group awards.

We ended up with 3rd in the team division.  Turns out Danielle's team had a bunch of younger runners who were overall faster even though us old fogies won a bunch of age group awards.  Damn those young whipper snappers!
all the team minus 1 female


I didn't end up with 3rd  (BOO) so we left right after the awards.

But wait!  I looked up the results later on just to see what my actual finish time was.  Check this out:

See me, number 4?  My time is the same exact time as #3, but I have a faster split and a faster gun time!  I should have been the 3rd place winner dammit!  Her name came up first, so they gave it to her.  I was robbed!  I want my damn bottle opener!  To open bottles of beer that I don't even drink!

Well, whatever.  I'm not bitter.  I am bitter.

My first big race that I actually won something, and I didn't.  Wah.

But I did get a great time--50:57.  One less headwind away from breaking 50..... Next time.

All in all Portland Trails to Ale was a fun race, great atmosphere and I had a good time with my local running friends.  Sign me up for next year!  Although I'll be checking the finishing times much more carefully.......


***Edited after posting the original blog post***
I wanted to update you all regarding my missed 3rd place award.  I wrote to the race director to inquire about the tied times and she agreed that we should have tied, then forwarded it on the the timing company to have them correct it.  She then forwarded me the explanation from the timing company as to why there wasn't a tie.  Here is his response (I paraphrased some):

"All events use net times to score their runners so that the person who runs the fastest from start line to finish line will receive the nod in close finishes.  As for the "tie", by USTAF rules, times should be rounded up to the next whole second so that the chance of a is remote and Liz had a net time that was actually about a full half second faster than Michelle.  So, she was properly listed as the third finisher in her age division."

So, wah.  I guess even though you can't tell by the posted times, it sounds like I didn't get third.

However, the race director is still happy to recognize the tied finish time and award me a medal.

I may or may not go get it since I feel a bit like a crybaby and that I'm getting a participation medal to shut me up.

It was a valid question though, wasn't it?










Wednesday, August 12, 2015

NEDA walk and supporting a friend

Be kind, because everyone is a fighting a battle that you know nothing about.


That quote had more meaning for me this past winter as I learned of a good friend who was struggling with an Eating Disorder.  I had no idea.  Not a single clue.

I thought she was this extremely motivated badass runner.  A super strong fitness freak.  Someone who I wished I could be like, have her muscles and fitness level.

She actually IS all those things.  Just with anexoria, bulimia and body dysmorphia.

After 4 years of suffering with the disease and another 6-9 months of active therapy both in house and out patient, she is now on her way to recovery.  If you care to read about her journey thus far, (and I recommend that you do! She is an excellent writer and her story is compelling.  I learned so much from her), please check out her blog here.  

She has been very honest and open with her struggles and thus is very easy to offer support and help her on her journey to recovery.

So the answer was obvious when she asked her friends to come walk with her on her team "Recovery Warriors" at the NEDA walk last Saturday.  Of course, I said YES and I actually got my 2 teen daughters to come with me too.  I did bribe them with shopping afterward, but whatever.

 Team Recovery Warriors!

homemade shirts for Doreen!

The walk raised over $9000 for NEDA here in Maine and our team alone raised $705.  We met some really special people, heard some really tough stories and all walked in honor of all those recovering. There are even therapy guinea pigs and my daughters bonded with them!  Mumu and Lulu came on the walk as well in their little red wagon.  Hysterical.



We walked 2 miles, slowly, since many of the walkers are still in active recovery and are not allowed to exercise (things I would never have thought of....).

It was a beautiful day to support a dear friend and I'm really glad we did.  And if you suspect someone of an eating disorder, by all means, please call them out.  Direct them to NEDA and the support system of doctors and therapists that they have.  There is help available.

NEDA
  • 1-800-931-2237
  • http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/
  • Doreen's blog--please read  http://dori30c.blogspot.com/2015/06/finding-my-voice.html  


Thursday, July 9, 2015

LLBean Fourth of July 10K Recap

LLBean hosts a Fourth of July 10K road race every year, and it is pretty huge!  The race is capped at 1,600 runners and that's a pretty big race for Maine.  I have never done it, mostly because it's always hotter than the surface of the sun on July 4th and also because I have feared the traffic getting home.  I have to drive through Wiscasset to get back to Boothbay Harbor and in the summer, traffic is backed up MILES, all because of one stupid little food shack.

see that shack to the left?  and see the traffic coming from the north?  it's that bad coming from the south as well

So basically, I'm scared to death of being stuck in traffic in Wiscasset.  Unless you leave at 6 am and want to return at 8 pm, you are likely to be sitting in that mess.  Not exactly my idea of fun on 4th of July.

Anyway, I decided at the last minute to run this race when Danielle basically told me to.  You know, Danielle, that helps me make really excellent life choices, like running a marathon.  And running up and down a mountain for 6, 9 and 12 miles for a hoodie.  Yeah.  That Danielle. Everyone needs a friend like Danielle. :)

I did nothing to prepare for this race.  I knew nothing about this race other than it's so damn hot as you finish and all the fast Mainers run it.  Way to be prepared, right?

I left my house at 6, arrived in Freeport around 6:50.  Parked very easily at CVS, which is right at the start and finish.  #win!  Walked right to bib/shirt pick up and then found Danielle and her husband, who she also dragged to this race.  Selfie of course. #duh

Of course, I totally wore all the red, white and blue for the 4th.  

It was cool to start but a bit humid.  Kinda, almost perfect.  It would have been the ideal temperature if there was a little less humidity.  But alas, we can't have everything, can we?

Danielle and Tyler were talking about his training for this race (or lack thereof) and there was some mention of the route.  Me: Oh, is it flat?  Danielle: Um, no.  Shows me the elevation plot which looks like a bunch of downhill for 3 miles and a bunch of uphill for 3 miles.  Fab.

Turns out I don't mind hills when I haven't already run 20 miles.

The race starts right on time and off we go.  No watch.  No nothing.  Just running with 1,200 of my friends.

Mile 1:  downhill, cool and fast for me for sure.  clock said 8:07 and that was gun time, not chip time.  eek
Mile 2:  feels similar pace to me but really no idea.  Just running.
Mile 3:  another clock says 24:xx.  wow.  super duper fast for me.  just thinking I'm going to crash and burn once the uphills start.
Mile 4:  hills aren't so horrible.  I mean, there's a hill and all but really nothing worse than what I regularly run in Boothbay Harbor.
Mile 5:  some flat some hill.  again, whatever.  just running still.  I come up behind my local tri hero--Angela Bancroft.  She's running with her son.  I start feeling pretty badass that I'm even anywhere near her pace-wise, but then also realize her son is probably 11 and she's probably running a bit slower than her usual pace.  Whatever.  Still feeling badass.  I talk to her for a bit (SHE'S SO NICE! gush gush), feel a bit stalker-ish but she didn't seem to care, and then moved on.

clearly I win at race photos  #sophotogenic

so patriotic though. at least my outfit is on point


Mile 6:  Angela and her son pass me (dammit!) and we are on the long stretch of Main Street to the finish line.  This is where the sun is usually brutal and everyone complains of how hot it is, but today there is a bit of cloud cover and it's really not so bad.  Still just running with everyone around me.  A few pass me, and I pass a few.

Finish:  Clock says 50:47.  I'm feeling pretty damn proud of myself since that's about a 2 minute PR on what people consider a 'difficult' course.  BAM.

Final chip time ended up being 50:25 at an 8:07 pace.

Say what??  8:07 pace??  Since when do I run that fast?

yet another fabulous finish photo for me.  I do look a smidge better than the guy in pain in the front. only because you can't see my face very well

381/1242 overall
15/101 in my age group

Went directly from the finish line to my car and headed home.  I was back in my driveway by 9:20 a.m.  Not too shabby.  Missed Wiscasset traffic and the parade.  I'd call that a win!

Overall, I really enjoyed this race.  It was well organized, easy to get to and park, a decent route, the weather was nice and I had a great finish time.  I will definitely do this race again next year now that I know I can get home without being stuck in traffic hell.  The registration was really inexpensive--$25 which includes the nice shirt you see on the dude in pain in the last picture above.  It's a tech shirt and had a nice cut for the women.  I believe if you signed up early enough, there was a lottery for sneakers or socks.


Well done, LLBean!  Thanks for a fun race!