Pacing the Cage with Jimmy Buffett

Eleven months ago I wrote this post about running the ING Miami Marathon. It started as a healthy tribute to my parents whom I lost too soon.  My siblings and I (below, I am second from the right) are the lucky souls fated to be raised by 2 of the best people to grace our planet.

Handy Siblings

Though full, this photo is missing some great mugs.  My Mom and Dad.  Gone now for nearly 17 and more than 9 years respectively, this pirate looked at 40 for a long time parent-less.  Damn.  Hard to believe so much life has happened in this span of time.  But it has.  Like a lot of life events, including training for a marathon – there are times we can feel like we are pacing the cage.

Waiting.  Chomping at the bit.  Foaming at the mouth.

Waiting to pounce.


At the start line.

Into life.

This marathon seemed like a world away last year.  Now it’s a mere 4 weeks off.  I have 3 weeks left before I taper.  Next, I get on an airplane.  I am then out the cage.

Marathon training can be tough if not monotonous by anyone’s standards.  Here’s a brief look at some of my long runs.  In order.

10 miles

12 miles

first 14 miles

16 miles

18 miles

20 miles

Next up: 14, 20, 8, race.  My body needs this time to prepare but my mind is in the cage, pacing.

As Jimmy Buffett says:

“Pacing The Cage”
Sunset is an angel weeping, Holding out a bloody sword

No matter how I squint I cannot, Make out what it’s pointing toward

Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long, The days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself, Pacing the cage
Friends, life without my parents has caught my weeping for my angels more often than I can sometimes bare.  I squint and look for their message feeling like I’ve lived way too long without them.  But it is so not the case.  They have a legacy, as do I.
I  have 2 legs that work, a better than-ever-sister/training partner and six eyes that feed me in their light.
My children.  Their grandchildren (3 of 18)
And her.  She reminds me to Shut up and Run.
And her.  She reminds me that a lot of what I need I right in my own back yard.
And to top it off I am busting out of this cage in Margaritaville.
Running in Miami on Superbowl Sunday.  I can’t believe this is real.  Worth the cage.  Worth the wait.  Hopefully, worth the pace.
You won’t believe this either:  Marrymeyoga is interviewing a real live Ironman later this month.  Stay tuned.
For the record (pun intended) in 1991, I danced across the stage in Charlotte, NC as a big kosher pickle during Cheeseburger in Paradise – I did not get hired for the remaining tour but it was fun.
What’s your favorite Jimmy Buffett song?



Good Vibrations, Great Sensations

Go get an energy massage.  It’s not a bucket list item – it’s a requirement. 

I had one (not my first) on Wednesday because my doctor recommended it.  I have a number of surgery sites from skin cancer removals of varying intensity.


Most of the time that area of my chest feels like it’s on fire.  While I contain my girls in a sports bra during my runs or yoga classes, there is constant irritation.  Flummoxed as to how to treat this, my dermatologist said I need a massage from someone who knows what they are doing.  So I got one.

I had energy work, deep tissue massage and some crystals rubbed on my chest.  I feel like a million bucks.  I was pulled, yanked, and held in most benevolent protection in the gifted hands of Jody Hauschild a soul sister and point of light in this world.  I could not do this experience justice but suffice it to say – I am a believer in this modality of attaining vitality and peace when something in your world is on fire.  Energy work is so beautiful.  It works with what is indisputably There in your soul’s vessel.  The experience is never predictable but always impactful.  I am happy to share details, email me and I am all over telling you more.

Good Vibrations are all about my chest area and great sensations are all over Virginia.  I just returned from a totally fun weekend at my alma mater, James Madison University with another soul sister and a posse of dear friends, new and long-term.  Here’s me, my buddy Glen, and my bestie Beth at a tailgate party.


Each of us in this pic are married to others (except Beth and me in spirit) but there is a love fest happening in Harrisonburg, Virginia.  College friends with a generation below us on campus, we reconnected and fell in love with life again – with the connections of good friends with history and hopes and really good vibes.  Okay maybe the wine was flowing but so were the stories and laughter and yoga tricks on the futon.  There is something to be said for friends unafraid to let it all out because we hold each other in protection.  Truly, how much worse can our behavior be than when we were doing beer bongs 20+ years ago in hairdos so high they touched God.  Life is so so good today.  Why?

9 years ago today my sweet, sweet beloved father became an angel.  I miss him so much.  He joined my mother in heaven and they both watch and send their good energy to their 6 children.  Four of them are running the ING Miami Marathon in 16 weeks.  I officially start my training this week and I couldn’t be more stoked.  This for My Mom and in Heaven. I am abundantly blessed.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better – I am going to Florida in 3 weeks to cheer my bestie on to her first Ironman.  God, I am so proud of her and I can’t wait.

On the horizon:  Yoga Workshops and More Writing. 

When are you getting your energy massage?  How big was your hair in college.