I understand the purpose of HIPPA.  It’s to ensure that our medical information does not get into the hands of someone whom we don’t want to know about it.  Personally, I don’t REALLY care who knows, but I understand how many people can be embarrassed or offended.  What I hate is when the rules go over board.  Not to mention having to babysit doctors and look after your own medical care which is really what they should be doing.  Here’s my latest saga with the medical community.

About a month ago, I had surgery on my belly button.  Check the blog for details. I was supposed to follow up 2 weeks later, but the surgeon was in Dallas and I was going to be in LA, so I never got around to following up, my bad yes.  AFTER two weeks, it started to get crusty in there, so I wanted to clean it out and got a q tip.  Now yes I shouldn’t have been sticking a q tip into my belly button 2 weeks after surgery but at the same time, had the surgeon properly discussed the nuances of the surgery then I would not have.  But i’ll still say my bad.  Anyway, upon inserting the q tip (too far) I heard a pop and a flood of orange fluid poured out of my belly button to the amount of 2 – 3 oz.  This is obviously not good.  I immediately called my dad, who is a nurse (and has his own blog).  He told me it was probably fascia fluid (tissue fluid basically), and not to worry too much but def call the surgeon.  He thought I might’ve popped a stitch which turned out to be the case, well I suppose that’s still conjecture even at this point.  I called the surgeon on Tue.  And proceeded to call his office everyday until finally heard back from him on Thursday, all the while draining fluid everyday.  I had to go buy some undershirts so it didn’t spill over onto my work shirt.  He said to go to an ER and get it checked out and was quite useless in the matter (without looking at it, he said).  At this point it was a small amount each day, no longer the ounces of fluid like before, still not good.

I go to the ER on Sat and tell the doc the situation.  He starts talking jargon to me, I guess in an effort to throw me off cause as I follow his words and reply back with solutions and questions, he starts to get a smile realizing that I understand his doctor jargon.  He doesn’t look inside but he does poke at the site a little bit and says he’ll give me some antibiotics in case there’s an infection.  Well it’s basically been an open wound all week, so I know there’s an infection.  He says if there’s puss or fever or anything, we’ll do a culture to see what it is.  I say, hey why don’t we do a culture NOW instead of waiting till I’m sick.  For those of you who don’t know, there are just as many bacteria as there are antibiotics to kill them and they all respond a little differently, so it is best to know WHAT you’re dealing with so you can kill it most effectively.  After all, you wouldn’t go after a Mutalisk with a Siege Tank right?  That would be stupid!  This doc wasn’t even going to do a culture!  You really have to look after your own medical well being and just assume the doctor is following protocols and really doesn’t care about you.

So he says okay, the nurse comes in and sticks a q-tip in there, subsequently springing a brown leak which was quite gross but she got her sample.  Now the doc says they’ll call me if the results are a positive.  I’m thinking “yeah right” and make sure I get all the info to call in for the results.  Here’s where the real fun starts.

It takes a few days to grow a culture, so I wait until Tue to call and find out the results.  They have the results, great!  What are they?  We can’t give them to you over the phone.  What?  You have to come in and sign for them.  Well I’m no longer in that city, I’m elsewhere, can you fax them over?  We can only release them to your primary care physician.  Okay, what do you need I’ll have him fax you. So I call my doctor and tell him to fax them a Release of Medical Information form.  He needs my signature, so I have him fax that form to the hotel.  I sign it that night and fax it back to my doctor.  I call the next day, my doctor’s office faxed it over to MR.  I call the Medical Records for the hospital, did you receive it?  Where are you calling from sir?  I’m in Moreno Valley.  Oh well we can’t fax it over unless you’re in the doctor’s office anyway.  What?  You mean I have to physically be there for you to fax it?  Yes.  Okay well I’m there.  What?  I’m in the office in Austin right now.  …   I was in Moreno Valley yesterday, but now I’m in my doctor’s office in Austin.  That’s not what you said a moment ago, sir.  Can you just see if you got the fax?  Hold on. … I’m on hold for five minutes, then I hang up and try to get someone else.  They’re apparently in a small office cause the new lady I get knows the score and says the other girl is still looking for it, puts me on hold… 2 minutes go by, No sir we don’t have the fax.

At this point, I’m quite frustrated, but I still have hope.  I call my doctor’s office back, they refax it.  I call the MR back and this time get someone who doesn’t know about the other calls.  I tell her I’m in my doctor’s office right now and need her to fax over the info.  She does so.  I’m so happy, I had to lie to get it, but I’ll now finally be able to know what the results were.  Right?

Call my doctors office, they got the fax.  So what’s the result?  Oh we have to have one of the nurses or doctors review that with you we can’t just tell you.  awwgh.  At this point, I don’t even know what the result of the test is, all I really need to know is if there IS an infection and what the name of that bacterium is so that I can get on google or ask my dad the best way to kill it.  But no, they’ll “call me when they can review it.”

Nothing the whole day.  It’s now Thursday, today.  I call at eleven and get the same story, so I resolve to call them every hour on the hour for the rest of the day.  It’s my experience that if you annoy someone enough, they’ll give you what you want just to get rid of you (you see Burn After Reading?).  Finally, at 4:58pm Central time I call again cause I know they’re packing up for the day, this’ll be the fifth time I called.  Finally one of the Physician Assistants gets on the line.  He’s a very nice guy but I had forgotten what his patient demographic is like and wondered why he’s talking to me like a kinder gardener saying I have a “bug” and it’s gonna cause some “ickiness.”  I say okay, so what is it called.  At long last after a week, I find out it’s strepp which is what was there before the surgery so that makes sense.  He suddenly remembered who I was because none of his other patients ask for the name of “bugs” or medical details.  He told me what antibiotic I need to kill it and wrote me a prescription which will *fingers crossed* be faxed to the CVS pharmacy location I sent them and I can pick it up tomorrow.

It shouldn’t be this hard people!  After I give them my name, soc, and birthday, or however else they want to prove it’s me, I should have access to all my medical information.  Soooo frustrating to get docs ON THE PHONE in the first place and then you have to deal with the protocol following peons who never ask why anything is the way it is.  So that’s my latest frustrations from the medical community and I will end with this quote.

“People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they
don’t realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.”
-Calvin, from Calvin and Hobbes

This may be for some too much information. But I am known for my extensively long and informational posts when I travel abroad, so naturally I’m gonna write a lot about running 26.2 miles! My final chip times can be found at the bottom.

The Expo:

the Zoracle Bib

The day before the marathon, there was an Expo at the Palmer Events center which was actually really cool. I’m gonna try to go to that next year even if I’m not running. It’s like the E3 of running: all kinds of new running technology, NASA was there, vendors, and random booths. I picked up some shot blocks, made by CLIFF, which Jen had suggested I get. SOOoooo glad she told me about them, they were uber helpful. Also got some “running socks” which seemed a little thin to me, but were supposed to help you run better and had breathing holes in them and stuff. I wore them the day of the marathon and I think that was a mistake. Next time, I’m going with super padded wool socks, like my hiking socks. I picked up my bib and free backpack and hurried to my other errands that day. I’d been working on the northern house and showing it to prospective tenants all week. Well, I was out of town and had my Dad helping me out and Roxy showing the house. But still Sat had so much to do on it… still so much to do on it, ugh.

That night, I tried to get some good sleep, woke up at 5:15am when my alarm went off for the second time. Got up and took a shower to cleanse my body of friction before the big grind. I had a Runner strap which went across my chest to hold all my junk like cliff bars, shot blocks, mp3 player, phone, and map. I’d picked it up at ACL last year. It’s a little big, but worked well for me. I put on speedo biker shorts to reduce friction upon my thighs, running shorts, and a cotton t shirt. I was set.

Parked downtown and made it to the mass of people on Congress around 6:35am. The race wasn’t due to start till 7am. Jen had told me to hydrate as much as possible the day before and morning of so I had been and I needed to pee like crazy. There were rows of porto potties, but the lines for them were dozens of people long. So I quickly ducked into an alley and went behind a dumpster, almost running into a guy coming out of the alley doing the same thing. The worst part of the first few miles turned out to be finding a place to pee. I found someone to help me pin my bib on and then moved towards the front cause my pace group was like 5 blocks from the start. Besides, I wanted to see the fire works.

Suddenly, everyone started to move forward, then the siren rang and sparks shot up into the air from both sides of the starting line. After that, more then 14,000 people began running down the streets of Austin. It was an amazing sight. Especially when you got up to a hill and looked back at the sea of people coming up behind you or on the way down, saw a similar ocean moving in front of you.

The first few miles were kind of a tour of the places I’d been in Austin: all the South Congress shops, then across Ben White freeway which I drive all the time, then up 1st past Sugar Mama’s delicious cupcakes, then onto Lake Austin Blvd past Red Bud road, Hula Hut, and Oyster Landing where we go wakeboarding a lot. Along the way, I had to pee pretty frequently and there was always a line at the porto potties. I was concerned about my time, so I’d duck into gas stations, bushes, behind trees or dumpsters. There was one long line of trees where a bunch of guys were all going at once, it was pretty funny. Even saw a girl squat in a ditch to go. Everywhere else there were people cheering and holding signs. It was funny cause they would hop in the car and move down the track so over the course of the run, you saw the same people 3 or 4 times just as happy as the first time. People would see someone they knew and start screaming. Plus, since it’s Austin, there were live bands playing most of the sections of the marathon. The first half of it is very hilly and I’m glad it’s the FIRST half cause I don’t think I could’ve made it on the last half. I was actually doing pretty good, but by mile 7 the cheers of the crowd start to wear off and climbing the hill from Oyster Landing, I switched to my mp3 player. From then on, I kept to my schedule I’d learned to run to: 3 songs run, one song you can walk, but have to start running again before it ends. This would make me run for more then a mile at a time straight and at this point, I would only walk long enough to get some water or eat a shot block, then start running again. I kept this up easily to the half way point. Then the half marathoners split off from the full marathoners and head back towards downtown. I saw a couple hug and then run and kiss as the girl went half and the guy went full. It was cute. I had seen the red bibs of the half marathoners from the start and the girl who helped pin me was a half marathoner. Watching them, I was so happy that I had chosen to do the full first because I knew doing the half I would’ve finished thinking I could’ve done the whole thing and why go through all that pain if you don’t go all the way?!

At this point, the course leveled out and it was easier to run but it was getting hotter. I was so used to drinking a little each mile so as not to over do it. In the beginning of m training, if I drank too much water after each mile, I would start to get tired, or stomach cramps. So I kept it to a sip a mile basically. But going this far, apparently the rules change. I started drinking a couple cups of water at each water stop, but I think it was too late. Between miles 16 and 18 was where I started to feel it the most. There was a good mile and a half where there was no water stop. It was all through residential neighborhoods so there were no bathrooms either. It was a really bad mile and a half, I was thirsty AND had to pee. By the time I go to mile 18, I was parched. I drank 2 cups and water and 2 cups of powerade (so happy to see the powerade). My running regiment was now down to run 2 songs, walk one. From here on out, it was all about pain management, which I’m pretty good at. Even though my feet hurt like hell, just keep em moving and think about the songs. It was really hard to start running again after each water stop cause my legs were getting stiff.

Around mile 20, I met up with Roger who was waiting to support. We did a little impromptu interview on what I was going through. I’ll let the vid tell it.
[Interview vid coming soon, check again next week]

As you can see, I was in pretty good spirits. I felt alright despite the pain and Roger gave me a banana which tasted fantastic. By this point however, I was already dehydrated, I just didn’t know it yet. Roger would later tell me he wondered why I was sweating more and that I was kind of pale. He left to meet up with me further down the way. After this, it started to hit me. I got really light headed and felt nauseious. I couldn’t tell if I had to throw up or diarrhea but I knew neither would be fun. I got to another water stop and went pee, drank as much as I could and started walking. 2 blocks before the 22 mile marker, I couldn’t go on. I saw a police man sitting on a truck on the side lines, I staggered over to him and said, “I’m getting really light headed.” I leaned against the truck until another man brought a chair for me to sit in. That’s when the cop noticed that I wasn’t sweating. I rubbed my forehead and arms and found them completely dry. Later one, I would rub my face and the salt was so thick it was like sand, like I had just been to the beach. It’s a really strange phenomenon. There were no water reserves left in my body to continue to sweat, which is weird cause I’d been peeing all morning. The cop gave me a bottle of water and I drank it in small amounts. I couldn’t drink it all at once, cause I felt like I was gonna throw up. I knew I didn’t want that to happen, cause that deplete any more water I had in my system and I would definitely be going to the ER. I was only 4.2 miles away, I had to continue. But first I wanted to be sure I was okay, cause at that point, I couldn’t even stand up without getting dizzy. So the cop (wish I got his name) called an EMS and he came up on a motorcycle like 10 minutes later. He took my vitals and did a glucose blood level by pricking my finger. 118/78 and a HR of 122. Glucose was normal. He offered to have the ambulance come by and give me a 12 lead EKG. That sounded like a good idea since I was having some chest pains. I couldn’t place if it was my stomach or lungs or heart, so might as well cover everything. Another ten minutes and the ambulance was there. By this point, I’d finished the bottle of water and was really needing to pee again. The EMS guy was saying how they were overrun with people at the finisher’s tent. Apparently the day had been hotter then expected and lots of people were collapsing after the finish. They put the electrodes on my and did a 12 lead, which they let me keep , and everything was basically normal. No flutter, no extreme st elevation, all good. So I decided I would continue and just walk the rest of the way. First I had to stand… okay that worked out, now gotta pee… a guy pointed me to a wall where I could go, felt sooo good. I signed their declination of admittance form and thanked everyone. Then I started walking.

I learned a lot about my body on this trek. I need to hydrate more then most people and perhaps take some creatine before something like this so my body retains water better. I also learned that my breathing is very good! The entire time, I never really started panting, maybe a little over mile 17-20, but other then that, it was a nice even respiratory rate. I am very proud of that.

At this point, it was around 12:30p; half hour more would be six hours. I should’ve finished at 5 hours 45 min which I was on schedule for at mile 21, but because of this 30 min rest, I wasn’t gonna make that. Now I just had to finish before 2p which is under 7 hours, qualifying for the Boston Marathon (yeah right) and more importantly, getting a medal! I figured I could walk it in that time. On the way, I met up with Roger and Matt again. They walked a little ways with me and recorded some video, then Matt went to get his car and Roger kept walking. My parents were actually gonna meet me at mile marker 22 and we were just 2 blocks from each other when I sat down next to the cop. I thought bout texting them and letting them know as I had been doing the entire race; even updated my facebook and twitter a long the way, but I didn’t want them to worry. Furthermore, there are times when I need taking care of and there are times when I need to just be alone, collect my reserves and get back in gear, this was one of those times. Unfortunately, this caused them to think I’d past already and they started walking towards the finish line, all the way there and then walked back to meet me again. My bad. I felt kinda bad about that, but I was happy to see them when I did. Walking with people was good, cause they were not impaired and walked at a much faster pace then I would’ve.

That being said, it still took me more then an hour to go the 4.5 miles. Time was running short and the 7 hour marker was upon me. My mom tried to get me to run a little and I said I just couldn’t do it. She told me later that she realized I wasn’t being a pansy, I really couldn’t. She saw my pale face and decided not to tell me how bad I looked; good call. My dad gave me some powerade spiked with a magnesium tablet, not telling me the tablet was still in the drink and I almost choked on it, but it was funny.

Once again I had to pee royally and that was all that was in my brain, trying to get to that next porto pottie; oh and there’s a new horrible pain now: the crotch rash. The biker shorts had subdued it for most of the race, but after sitting down, then getting up again, somehow it had gotten really bad and painful. It wasn’t a pleasant four mile. Finally, the capital was getting closer, then I was rounding it and at the 26 mile marker. I gathered the strength to run the last 0.2 miles to the bottom of the Capitol. I think at some point, Momma or someone tried to tell me they had to go off to the side cause they didn’t have bibs, but I was so focused I don’t even know if I remember that. As I came down the track, I saw the timer above the finish line tick past 7 hours. I knew I had a few minutes to spare cause it took me that long to get across the start line after the race was started and I was ready to argue that point. But I was thrilled to find I didn’t have to, there was a whole crowd of people waiting with medals, one of them for me. I posed joyfully for the camera as I crossed the finish line and entered joy.

Suddenly, I got a medal, then a t shirt. I still wasn’t sweating, but I was getting light headed and nauseous again. Then I looked to the side and there was Amy and Matt and Roger and my parents congratulating me. Hehe, it was a great feeling. I was so surprised to see Amy, cause I didn’t even know she was coming out! They had to walk around a large fenced area, so I walked on and grabbed some free bagels, chips and water and powerade. I was hungry, but I couldn’t eat much. I found Amy and we sat on the wall of Congress Ave and talked for a bit until my parents showed up. Roger and Matt had gone to get their cars and would see me later.

We went out to Pita Pit to eat, but I couldn’t even take a bite. Just nibbled on a cliff bar and took my last shot block. My crotch rash was really hurting now and I didn’t feel like walking to my car, so my Dad was nice enough to go get his and meet us on the corner. I said bye to Amy and my Mom and I walked over. When Daddy, showed up, I directed him to my car and he drove that while Momma drove me. We met up at my house and I staggered up the steps and into my room. I turned on the garden tub cold and disrobed and put a bathing suit on. From then on, m parents pretty much took care of me. I felt very much like an invalid. There wasn’t a whole lot I could do but sit and soak in that cold cold water, trying to keep the inflammation down. I was drinking bits of water which eventually turned into whole bottles of that and powerade and pedialyte. My dad went a coupel times to get me stuff from the store. I tried to eat bits of stuff including my pita pit wrap, an oven baked pizza, and a sonic burger (Jen said I needed protein). When I felt like I was okay on my own, my parents left and congratulated me again. I got back in the tub and started to watch a movie on my laptop. I realized that I couldn’t watch tv when I started to get dizzy after a half hour or so. I hobbled around most of the night, got a little work done on the computer, then slept for ten hours.

Whew, that was a tough day. But I made it through. And even though after the race, I said I’d never do it again, the feeling is starting to nag at me. I know what I did wrong, and I can totally correct it in the future. I could be talked into it again I think, but I don’t know if I’d ever do it on my own. I scheduled my work week quite poorly after the marathon, for I was on a plane and in Phoenix working the next day. It was the same hospital I’d been to the week before and the nurses knew I was running a marathon so they were quite understanding when I showed up in crutches (picked some up at a medical arts store once I arrived in Phoenix). Oh, and I had to have a sky cap wheel me to baggage claim on his luggage rack cause I just couldn’t walk anymore. I was loading up on aspirin and natokinase to keep my blood thin. Wouldn’t want to throw a clot after such a great day. Anyway, at the hospital, I hobbled from pod to pod in the unit until one of the techs gave me a wheelchair and I reluctantly took it and wheeled myself all over the unit. It was actually kind of fun. They set me up with some buckets to soak my feet in later, some advil, and many laughs at me in the wheelchair. Later that night, I soaked my feet in ice water (only for 10 seconds at a time cause that’s all I could take) and then wrapped them with ice packs while I slept. Tuesday, I was still on crutches most some of the day. Wednesday, I’d left the crutches in the car and seemed to be doing alright. I was at least walking up right with minimal pain so all’s well. The amazing thing is that my legs didn’t really hurt nor did my knees, it was all in my feet, they were very very painful.

Alright, that’s it. The long and short of the Austin Marathon 2010. I thought we’d have flying cars by now, who knew I’d be instead running 26.2 miles?!

Notice the extreme desparity between 20 mile time and final marathon time. Took 2.5 hours to go the last 6.2 miles!

[more video coming soon, check back next week]

It’s over people.  At long last, it is over.  The pain and torment which was experienced, the discipline of training, the constant mental reminder to run every week, the hoping that I would not sprain my ankle or hurt myself before the historic day; it has all ended.  For Sunday, I completed the 26.2 mile course of hills and heat that is the Austin Marathon.  There were thousands of people cheering from the side lines and holding signs.  I remember around mile 16, I man held a sign that said “No Pain, No Gain.”  I yelled back, “I must be gaining a lot!”  He laughed.  But after it’s all ended, I really have.  There’s a lot of perspective to be found in accomplishing something so difficult.  You can conceive of what it might be like, but you don’t get it until the finish line… or the day after in my case as I was too busy recovering the day of.

The good news and the bad news.  The good news is I did finish AND I never pissed blood (score!).  The bad news is my time was dramatically longer then I thought it would be.  I was keeping pace exactly as I planned up to mile 21; I was on track to finish in 5 hours and 45 min.  But after that, my body quickly shut down on me.  My stomach became nauseous and I got light headed.  I knew I wasn’t going to make it much further.  I saw a police man sitting on a truck on the side lines, I staggered over to him and said, “I’m getting really light headed.”  I leaned against the truck until another man brought a chair for me to sit in.  That’s when the cop noticed that I wasn’t sweating.  I couldn’t believe it.  I rubbed my forehead and arms which had earlier been soaked now to find them completely dry.  It’s a really strange phenomenon.  Apparently, I had become dehydrated.  There were no water reserves left in my body to continue to sweat, which is weird cause I’d been peeing all morning.  That turned out to be the worst part of the beginning, other then the hills, was finding a place to pee.  The cop gave me a bottle of water and I drank it in small amounts.  I couldn’t drink it all at once, cause I felt like I was gonna throw up.  I knew I didn’t want that to happen, cause that would deplete any more water I had in my system and I would definitely be going to the ER.  I was 2 blocks from mile marker 22.  Only 4.2 miles to go.  I had to continue.  But first I wanted to be sure I was okay, cause at that point, I couldn’t even stand up without getting dizzy.  So the cop (wish I got his name) called an EMS and he came up on a motorcycle like 10 minutes later.  He took my vitals and did a glucose blood level.  118/78 and a HR of 122.  Glucose was normal.  He offered to have the ambulance come by and give me a 12 lead EKG.  That sounded like a good idea since I was having some chest pains.  I couldn’t place if it was my stomach or lungs or heart, so might as well cover everything.  Another ten minutes and the ambulance was there.  By this point, I’d finished the bottle of water and was really needing to pee again.  They put the electrodes on me and did a 12 lead, which they let me keep , and everything was basically normal.  No flutter, no extreme st elevation, all good.  So I decided I would continue and just walk the rest of the way.  First I had to stand… okay that worked out, now gotta pee… a guy pointed me to a wall where I could go, felt sooo good.  I signed their declination of admittance form and thanked everyone.  Then I started walking.  I met up with Roger and Matt along the way and then my parents.  They helped me walk the rest of the way.  The clincher was I knew I didn’t get a medal if I finished after 7 hours and I was gonna get a medal dang it.  It took me more then an hour to walk that last 4.2 miles.  And the last 0.2 I gathered up enough strength to run across the finish line just under 7 hours.  So close, but I made it.  With the help of family and friends I made it.  Thank you all who believed in me and saw it through to the end.

This has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done and definitely the most painful (on purpose).  From it I took a realization of how great my life can really be if I make it that way; how I really have little to complain about and should not stress as much as I do.  This and other events in my life continually remind me that I have great friends who care and support me and I’ve found that I really NEED to know that.  So I’m glad that I do.  Plus my parents are always so supportive and helped me feel better after the marathon.  Big thanks as well to Jen for the advice and especially the Shot Blox!  Super helpful.

This is more of a summary.  I’ll give a play by play on the marathon later on for you interested blogos out there.  Dude, I just coined a new cyber word!

Last Sunday I started a regiment of supplements to get my body healthy and in shape. I purchased a butt load of pills to take some I feel I needed, some were recommended to me by my dad who’s a major health nut. So as of Sunday, I began taking 18 pills a day. That’s 11 different supplements of varying dosages. Now that may seem like a lot… well, it is. But my dad takes more then 30 pills a day. But it’s hard to argue with the result, he’s in his mid 50s and looks great, has all his hair with only a bit of gray. His body is in good shape if not for back issues which are the result of an accident when he was younger.

After starting the regiment, the obvious first sign that I was headed for trouble was that for some reason now, whenever I burp, I taste sea weed. I’m chewing gum constantly. The second sign was that I started to feel bloated and then get gassy. I warn you, the below gets pretty graphic. Finally, I broke out in frequent diarrhea. Love how much these pills are helping me. At first, I thought it was the bad breakfast of the hotel or the so so food of this tiny Ellensburg, WA. But I don’t think that would last the entire week and plague me even after Immodium which usually does the trick.

So there could be a lot of explanations for this. Perhaps my body doesn’t agree with one of the pills I’m taking or perhaps I started taking too many at one time too quickly. Starting this weekend, I’m going to change my game up a bit. I’m going to start over and just add one at a time; a new pill every week, starting with what I think I need most. This way, I’ll slowly gradiate myself into AND by giving myself a week, I’ll fish out the diarrhea causing culprit.

Here’s a list of all the pills I’m taking. I got them from lef.org which is the Life Extension Foundation of which I am a member. All of these pills are natural preventative nutrients which has been scientifically proven to fight cancers, neurological deterioration, organ failure, inflammation, and yes even the swine flu and have none of the side effects assocatiated with pharmaceutical synthetic drugs; well perhaps diarrhea, but i’ll let you know when I get to the bottom of that issue (pardon the pun).

00625 Mega EPA\DHA – provides needed omega-3 (fish oils) and omega-6 fatty acids
00717 ONly Trace Minerals – trace minerals no longer present in most of our drinking water like zinc, manganese, boron, etc.
00802 Anti-alcohol antioxidants with patoprotection complex – formula containing additional antioxidants designed to suppress free radicals, neutralize toxic alcohol metabolites such as acetaldehyde,32-35 and support healthy liver function in addition to vitamin B1, vitamin C, N-acetyl-cysteine and benfotiamine.
00912 super curcumin with bioperine – reduces inflammation response, healthy lipid profile, bowel, and joint functions, and other good stuff for ya
01338 Blueberry extract with pomegranate and cocoa gold – great all around anti-oxidants
01425 super ubiquinol CoQ10 with Mitochondrial support – promots stronger, healthier cells, lowers blood pressure, etc
01409 Optimized resveretrol with pterostilbene – anti-oxidant and anti aging properties
01224 Super K with advanced K2 complex – bone density
01371 Vitamin D3 with sea iodine – protection against influenza, supports immune system
00965 Fast acting joint caps – supports and gives tools to regrow cartilage damage faster
01454 Life Extension Mix – overall health and wellness

So much has been happening, I never updated how the end of the eating experiment went. The chicken week went by without a problem. Everything’s a breeze after vegan. I actually didn’t have any great urge to eat more chicken. I still felt like eating fish. I only ate chicken three times that week. Then when beef week cam round again, I again didn’t feel like eating beef. But I had planned for many weeks to celebrate that which I thought would be a glorious day at Rudy’s BBQ here in Austin. They are my favorite BBQ place, the ribs, the moist brisket, oooohh soo good. But once again, when the day finally came, the consuming of beef was more of a formality or a choir then a priviledge. Not to say I didn’t enjoy my 2 pork ribs, half pound of brisket and half pound of sausage, but i didn’t crave it either. In fact, that night, I felt kind of woozy from so much heavy, fatty meat. That’s not surprising seeing as my body had not encountered such food for 2 months.

Bottom line, the experiment was a success.  I opened myself up to new, healthier eating opportunities, found great recipes like curry soy protein and other meatless meals, cooked at home more often, and now have a lower craving for beef and get more satisfaction when eating healthier options like salads.  Now all that’s left is to find a good meatless protein substitute and incorporate it into my routine… as soon as I find a routine.

Here’s an article from my sister in law Vaiva which I thought should be shared:

I am reading this cool book now: “Green Babies, Sage Moms – the ultimate guide to raising your organic baby”, and I am learning a lot.  It teaches you how to live green and not break the bank. It’s not just for moms

Anyway, I know I told you about a Dirty Dozen before (12 fruits and veggies with highest rates of pesticides). Those you really should buy organic.  Here it is again, in case you lost it:
apples
bell peppers
celery
cherries
imported grapes
nectarines
peaches
pears
potatoes
red raspberries
spinach
strawberries

But did you know that there’s a Tempting Twelve?  It’s 12 fruits and veggies that have the lowest rates of pesticides, so if you can’t find them organic, it’s not that bad:
asparagus
avocados
bananas
broccoli
cauliflower
corn
kiwis
mangoes
onions
papaya
peas
pineapples

Something else interesting that I found out.  Since grapes are one of the ones with the highest rates of pesticides, guess how good your wine is?  You may just be drinking pesticide glass   Well, there are organic wines, and from first glance they are not crazy expensive, ~$10-15 a bottle.  Here’s a website:  www.organicvintners.com They don’t ship to all states, but they do ship to TX, but not to WA   They list all states, but TX is not one of them, but if you go to a drop down menu of states they ship, TX is there.

Here’s a website with tons of organic food and they deliver overnight (I think everything).  I didn’t study it too much, but it looks reasonable (I compared to our store prices of things that we have, but looks like they have a lot more than you can find in store): www.diamondorganics.com

And make sure you’re drinking organic coffee

So, that’s the green tidbit for today.

So I was sitting around the house on Tuesday.  Kelly had gone to swim practice, Spokes was at the gym, and I think Jake was out filming something.  I was at home eating lunch and watching TV and I suddenly realized: “I’m now the laziest person in this house.”  And that just won’t do my friends.

So Wed, I went running with RunTex and ran straight for a mile and then half mile intervals, a total of 4 miles.  OMG it’s like hell on earth.  My muscles ached, my back hurt, my knees were tempting collapse.  But I made it through.  Of course the next day is Ultimate Frisbee, so I played that for a couple of hours.  By the end, my entire body didn’t know what to feel.

I felt like I could be walking along anytime and suddenly fall for no reason and not be able to get up.  Upon arriving home, I was starving, so I made some chicken tacos with veges.  They were delicious, but I was crashed out by 11pm.  Weird thing was, I couldn’t really get to sleep.  My body was exhausted and my brain was poorly low on resources and yet it still wanted to function.  My brain likes to go constantly, it’s really hard to shut down.  If it were a wrestler, it would kick some ass!

Now it’s Friday and I’m still tired.  I’m trying to get going, but it’s really hard.  Any getting fit advice would be awesome.

This is an old video, but I’ve always loved it and felt the need to comment on it.

We are a people of unrealistic expectations both in ourselves and in others. We’re made this way by the constant barrage of ideals in which we are told to believe and this concept of normality and beauty which becomes common solely because of its perfusion through out our entire society. I’m not saying we should look completely beyond the physical, for that is wholly unrealistic. We always judge a book by its cover, that’s our first impression and that’s natural instinct. Even a blind person will judge a person by the tones of their voice. I’m saying learn to think for yourself, give people a chance and learn to understand what is beneath the skin. The skin is still very important and we should upkeep ourselves, but shouldn’t rely on it as our primary redeeming factor.

Look for that healthy mix of personality, intellect, and upkeep, this shows more about a person’s integrity and beauty than looks alone.

But of course, we will still always care about outter appearance, as this video rebuttle to the Dove Evolution video does so well.