I am a MARATHONER!!!!!

[Guest guest]

I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they are

not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway...

I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of

those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say

that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or

4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I

did it!

And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which

qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running

Boston!

The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that

were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took

us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I

was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick

pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk

at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for

Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live

music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge

supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so

important the first place.

But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open

strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I

started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go

any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had

decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying

" Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would

have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile

20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace

all the way until then.

So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get

through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had

stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts

that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if

anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is

that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it

would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud

as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at

that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But

the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling,

and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish

line not far in the distance.

At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from

Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts,

and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the

hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several

of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to

the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me

upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that

their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and

I bawled like a baby.

I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets sick

of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a Marathon.

For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I succeeded

in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there. This was

much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being

able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I

held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and

told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I.

The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had

been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile

away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him.

Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if

anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be

enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything.

Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this

ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor

and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is

coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to

work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so

much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back...

OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to

set in.

This is one of the happiest days of my life.

Love,

Trish

Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at

http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon

[Guest guest]

Congratulations!!!!!!

BTW, Tom is trying to qualify for Boston too. He has done it twice before.

Just a word of warning - he HATES that race. So why does he try to

qualify? I dunno. Pride maybe?

I am so happy for you.

Bonnie

[Guest guest]

Congratulations :-) What an accomplishment.

Cheryl

[Guest guest]

Congratulations, Trish - that's an amazing accomplishment!

Go eat some chocolate! :-)

Trish Whitehouse wrote:

>I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they

are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway...

>

>I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of

those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say

that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or

4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I

did it!

>

>And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which

qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running

Boston!

>

>The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that

were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took

us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I

was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick

pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk

at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for

Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live

music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge

supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so

important the first place.

>

>But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open

strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I

started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go

any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had

decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying

" Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would

have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile

20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace

all the way until then.

>

>So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get

through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had

stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts

that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if

anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is

that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it

would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud

as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at

that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But

the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling,

and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish

line not far in the distance.

>

>At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from

Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts,

and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the

hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several

of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to

the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me

upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that

their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and

I bawled like a baby.

>

>I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets

sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a

Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and

I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out

there. This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a

celebration of being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's

determination to live. I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires

and tubes to my heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so

could I.

>

>The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had

been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile

away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him.

Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if

anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be

enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything.

>

>Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this

ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor

and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is

coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to

work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so

much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back...

>

>OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to

set in.

>

>This is one of the happiest days of my life.

>

>Love,

>

>Trish

>Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at

>http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Trish, I'm amazed and proud and so happy for you!! You really did it. Thanks

for telling us all about it!

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I am a MARATHONER!!!!!

I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but

they are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway...

I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was

one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and

now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful

to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable

now of running 26.2! But I did it!

And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours,

which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine???

Me, running Boston!

The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT

that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago

which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say

that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I met some

wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min

miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the same time. We

passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for Halloween,

beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live music.

As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge

supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was

so important the first place.

But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open

strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze

up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get

my body to go any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those

of us who had decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing;

my mind was saying " Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my

legs and quad muscles would have none of it. Now I understand what they

mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen

to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way until then.

So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to

get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the

kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every

time I had doubts that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close

to my heart, because if anyone in my life inspires me to go further than

I ever thought I could, it is that little boy. I took out my MP3 player,

and turned up the music, hoping it would drown out my thoughts about how

much it hurt. I started singing as loud as I could to the songs...people

around me must have thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do

whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills

which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and

by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the

finish line not far in the distance.

At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from

Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange

shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge,

but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get

all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate

picked me up about halfway to the end and held my hand (he didn't

realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just before the finish

line. And I am not kidding when I say that their energy and Nate is what

kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I bawled like a baby.

I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know

gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I

ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the

impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved

for other people out there. This was much more than a running

accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to survive

these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I held that

picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and

told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I.

The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish

I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was

already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't

walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional

series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse of the way I was

walking, I don't think there would be enough entries to have a race

again next year. Fame isn't everything.

Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in

this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an

incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on getting the book

going. I love the way it is coming out. She has plans for how to publish

it, where to send it, and who to work with. So my other dream is coming

to fruition too. I love to write so much, that the world of nursing

might just never get me back...

OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is

beginning to set in.

This is one of the happiest days of my life.

Love,

Trish

Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at

http://www.firstgiv http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon>

ing.com/bobbymarathon

[Guest guest]

Dear Trish,

Congratulations on running a marathon, you are an inspiration to all of us. I'm

glad you were able to finish the entire race. Take care and God Bless.

Natasha~Mom to~

(8/25/97) Asthma

Sierra (11/28/00) Multiple Craniosynostosis, Crouzon's Syndrome,

Syndrome, Asthma, Trach, Tracheamalacia,

Bronchomalacia, Subglottic Stenosis, Chonal Stenosis,

FTT,GERD, G-tube & Nissan, Strabismus, Deaf,

CI implanted 8/19/04. Activated 9/7/04

Sierra's story: www.cappskids.org/CAPPSCranioKidSierra.htm

www.tracheostomy.com/trachkids/kids18/sierra.htm

www.Caringbridge.org/oh/sierra

I am a MARATHONER!!!!!

I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they

are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway...

I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of

those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say

that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or 4

miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did

it!

And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which

qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running

Boston!

The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that

were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took

us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I

was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick

pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk

at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for

Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live

music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge supporters

who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so important the

first place.

But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open

strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I

started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go

any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had decided

to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my

body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have none of

it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just

didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way

until then.

So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get

through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had

stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts

that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if

anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is

that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it

would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud as

I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at

that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But

the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling,

and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish

line not far in the distance.

At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from

Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts,

and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the

hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several

of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to

the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me

upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that

their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I

bawled like a baby.

I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets

sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a

Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I

succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there.

This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of

being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live.

I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart,

and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I.

The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had

been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile

away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him.

Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if

anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be

enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything.

Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this

ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor

and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is

coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to

work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so much,

that the world of nursing might just never get me back...

OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to

set in.

This is one of the happiest days of my life.

Love,

Trish

Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at

http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon

[Guest guest]

Yea, , I really did this. I am in shock myself. I think I am still

wearing this medal to remind me that I am not dreaming, though I couldn't

mistake this for a dream every time I try to stand up and especially when I

attempt to go down those stairs. Wow, those stairs. I just never knew how

many stairs we have. Lots and lots of stairs. Especially when it's the

down part.

Trish

Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at

http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon

Trish, I'm amazed and proud and so happy for you!! You really did it. Thanks

for telling us all about it!

[Guest guest]

Trish,

WHOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was thinking of you as we were driving around the NE part of CT when we

were there last week!

Congratulations! What an achievement!

Kris

[Guest guest]

Thanks for sharing your amazing story. And " yeah " for you!

>

> I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages

but they are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it

anyway...

>

> I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this

was one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my

life, and now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have

been grateful to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to

believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did it!

>

> And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4

hours, which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you

imagine??? Me, running Boston!

>

> The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns

in CT that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2

years ago which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I

have to say that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I

met some wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about

8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the

same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated

for Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers

and live music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of

Soundbridge supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me

why this was so important the first place.

>

> But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had

wide open strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting)

completely froze up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I

simply could not get my body to go any faster. I was barely able to

run any faster than those of us who had decided to walk at that

point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my body

and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have

none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at

mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept

a nice even pace all the way until then.

>

> So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and

managed to get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the

picture of the kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I

looked at them every time I had doubts that I could keep going. I

held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if anyone in my life

inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is that

little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping

it would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started

singing as loud as I could to the songs...people around me must have

thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do whatever is going to

get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills which usually

wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and by mile

25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish

line not far in the distance.

>

> At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face

from Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their

orange shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from

Soundbridge, but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I

started to get all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the

finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to the end and held my

hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just

before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that their

energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line,

and I bawled like a baby.

>

> I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I

know gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on

tonight. I ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to

even try the impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was

only reserved for other people out there. This was much more than a

running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to

survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I

held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my

heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I.

>

> The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I

wish I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I

was already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I

couldn't walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be

a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse

of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be enough entries

to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything.

>

> Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and

interest in this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news,

I found an incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on

getting the book going. I love the way it is coming out. She has

plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to work with.

So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so

much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back...

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> OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is

beginning to set in.

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> This is one of the happiest days of my life.

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> Love,

>

> Trish

> Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at

> http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon

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