Saturday, August 20, 2011
I Finished the Race
I finished the race! I ran it in 4 hours and 36 minutes. Also, for the first time ever I had to visit the medical tent, I didn't feel so well, but I'm OK now. I'll explain more later. Sorry we couldn't get the word out, but we had no cell coverage on the mountain. I'll post more later.
Race Morning
Its race morning and I'm ready to run up Pikes Peak. Beth is going to post pictures on my facebook fan page this morning and update everyone on the race, as much as she can. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Todd-Metcalf-runs-Pikes-Peak-Ascent-to-benefit-Summit-Academy/110310922383500 When I hit the trail, she won't see me until I reach the summit. The race starts at 7:00 AM (9:00 AM EST.).
I'm a little nervous, but extremely excited. My hope is to enjoy this run. I know there will be times today when my body is hurting, but the truth is I blessed to be able to do this. It's an honor for me to run for Summit Academy. This has been an incredible adventure, both mentally and physically, for me. Today I will do what I never thought I could. I will summit Pikes Peak!
I'm a little nervous, but extremely excited. My hope is to enjoy this run. I know there will be times today when my body is hurting, but the truth is I blessed to be able to do this. It's an honor for me to run for Summit Academy. This has been an incredible adventure, both mentally and physically, for me. Today I will do what I never thought I could. I will summit Pikes Peak!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Cog Railway
Yesterday's adventure was riding the Cog Railway up to the summit of Pikes Peak. I figured I need to rest my legs from the previous days hike, so I sat back and let the train do all the work. The trip starts in Manitou Springs, elevation of about 6500 foot, and takes about one hour to get to the summit of Pikes Peak. The 8.9 mile trip had waterfalls, cascading streams, dense stands of Englemann spruce, Colorado blue spruce as well as Ponderosa pine trees, boulder fields, wildlife and awesome views.
I can't put into words the view from the summit. It was spectacular! I just stood there in awe of the view and enjoying the fresh air. I was completely moved by the experience.
Then it hit me, I'm going to run up here on Saturday. I looked down to see the trail, which was barely visible, and the top of the trail was ice covered. This is going to be the biggest physical challenge of my life! I still can't believe there is a run on this mountain. How crazy would you have to be to sign up for and pay an entry fee to run this race?
I wasn’t affected that much by the elevation. I was able to breathe without much trouble, however I did walk down the trail a little and noticed on the way back up I was sucking air. This part of the race will be extremely difficult especially because it will at the end of the race.
While at the top, I had their world famous donuts. Yes, I said world famous. The donuts have been featured on the Food Network. Evidently, something happens to the yeast when you make donuts at 14,115 foot elevation. I bought two donuts, walked outside and sat on a rock taking in the view and ate my donuts. They were warm and melted in my mouth. They were incredibly good. It was a perfect morning. Days like yesterday remind me how blessed I am.
I can't put into words the view from the summit. It was spectacular! I just stood there in awe of the view and enjoying the fresh air. I was completely moved by the experience.
Then it hit me, I'm going to run up here on Saturday. I looked down to see the trail, which was barely visible, and the top of the trail was ice covered. This is going to be the biggest physical challenge of my life! I still can't believe there is a run on this mountain. How crazy would you have to be to sign up for and pay an entry fee to run this race?
I wasn’t affected that much by the elevation. I was able to breathe without much trouble, however I did walk down the trail a little and noticed on the way back up I was sucking air. This part of the race will be extremely difficult especially because it will at the end of the race.
While at the top, I had their world famous donuts. Yes, I said world famous. The donuts have been featured on the Food Network. Evidently, something happens to the yeast when you make donuts at 14,115 foot elevation. I bought two donuts, walked outside and sat on a rock taking in the view and ate my donuts. They were warm and melted in my mouth. They were incredibly good. It was a perfect morning. Days like yesterday remind me how blessed I am.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A Good Hike
I hiked up Barr trail this morning up to Barr camp which is about 6.5 miles, so round trip it was about 13 miles. Barr camp sits at 10,200 foot elevation and is the half way point to the summit of Pikes Peak. Barr trail is the trail we run for the race on Saturday. My original plan was not to hike that far. I only wanted to hike about 4 miles or so up, but I got caught up in the moment. It was quiet and secluded and the views were awesome. I just couldn't turn around and go back down. I was drawn to keep going up.
It's amazing how quickly the trail climbs. After hiking about 20 minutes I turned around to look back at Manitou Springs and couldn't believe how high I was already. Today’s hike was good for me to learn the terrain, at least the first part of the race. I started noticing my breathing at about 9600 foot elevation. I was breathing pretty hard, but breathing under control. I was pleasantly surprised at this. When I reached Barr Camp, I rested, had lunch and returned down the trail.
My legs are a little tired tonight, but I'm not too concerned. Even though I hiked further than I wanted, there is plenty of time for them to recover. Tomorrow I'm going to ride the Cog Railway up to the summit of Pikes Peak. The Cog Railway is a train that’s a 3 hour round trip to the summit and back.
The following picture is the summit of Pikes Peak, from the trail, about 8 or 9 miles away. When hiking today I looked up and my knees buckled at this view. I can't believe I'm going to run up there. First it looks like I need climbing equipment and second it looks a lot farther away than what the race website says.
It's amazing how quickly the trail climbs. After hiking about 20 minutes I turned around to look back at Manitou Springs and couldn't believe how high I was already. Today’s hike was good for me to learn the terrain, at least the first part of the race. I started noticing my breathing at about 9600 foot elevation. I was breathing pretty hard, but breathing under control. I was pleasantly surprised at this. When I reached Barr Camp, I rested, had lunch and returned down the trail.
My legs are a little tired tonight, but I'm not too concerned. Even though I hiked further than I wanted, there is plenty of time for them to recover. Tomorrow I'm going to ride the Cog Railway up to the summit of Pikes Peak. The Cog Railway is a train that’s a 3 hour round trip to the summit and back.
The following picture is the summit of Pikes Peak, from the trail, about 8 or 9 miles away. When hiking today I looked up and my knees buckled at this view. I can't believe I'm going to run up there. First it looks like I need climbing equipment and second it looks a lot farther away than what the race website says.
Monday, August 15, 2011
good marathon (guest post from Beth)
In spite of my earlier blog, I really did have a great time in Anchorage, Alaska in June 2001 when my father and I traveled there with Team In Training to run a marathon. We had a couple of days to enjoy Alaska after the race so we tried to cram in as much as possible. The day of the race was just all about the race, so we drug ourselves 2 blocks over to the convention center for dinner with the rest of the runners. It was a buffet and so my dad decided to fix his salad plate and his main course all in one trip. But he dropped his salad plate and it landed perfectly upside down in between us. He looked at me and I looked at him--we both knew he might as well have dropped it in the Grand Canyon. There was absolutely no way either one of us could squat down and pick up that plate. So Dad decided to play it safe and tried to just kick the plate out of the way of the other people behind us. The plate went flying and the salad stayed in a perfect pile on the floor. Dad told the waitor cutting the meat at the end of the line that he had dropped his salad on the floor and could not pick it up and the guy looked at us like we were all alien beings he couldn't wait to get away from. We hobbled back to the table and laughed as hard as I have ever laughed.
We scheduled a sight seeing cruise in Seward, Alaska the day after the marathon. We asked the waitress at the hotel how long it would take us to get to Seward. She underestimated by about 30 minutes, but we didn't figure that out until we got on the highway and saw our first sign. My father then drove as fast as the 2 lane highway would allow through some of the prettiest country so we wouldn't miss the boat. We made it but they had to hold the boat for us. On the way back, we drove a little slower and stopped at some of the sight seeing spots. One of them had a sign about what to do when you see a bear. If the bear is black, fight back. If it is brown, lie down. The sign then went on to say that if the bear was brown and you were lying down playing dead and the bear started "feasting" on you, you need to change your strategy and fight back. Good to know.
We also visited a dog farm where they raise the Alaskan Huskies for the iditarod race. The sign said you could take a dog sled ride so I talked my dad into doing it. We paid $20 each, wondering how they were going to pull this off in the middle of June. We climbed on to a sled with wheels and the dogs took off down this gravel path that was a circle about 1/16 mile long. After the initial whiplash, we recovered, only to be pelted by rocks that flew up at us. We got back to the starting point and the guy goes, "No, no, they are the $20 people" and we were off again for round 2. That ride was over in about 2 minutes from start to finish, so I am pretty sure it was a complete rip off but we had to laugh as we picked the gravel out of our teeth.
On the last day, we arrived at the car rental return at the last minute. This was before 9/11, so we were really pushing our time to the max so as not to waste any time in the airport. Dad went to turn in the rental keys and he was just standing there so I coaxed him to hurry up. He looked at me and said, "My hand is stuck." Indeed, he had somehow managed to get his hand stuck in the car key return box. He told the girl working the counter and she stepped back, cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled, "DOES ANYBODY HAVE LOTION OR A SCREWDRIVER?" A hush fell over the crowd but no one offered any help so the girl looked at Dad, shrugged and walked away. I began to laugh, wondered if I had time to get the video camera out of my suitcase, thinking how I could not wait to tell my sister about this one. Dad finally wrenched his hand out and we caught our flight on time but it left a pretty good cut on his ring finger.
Dad and I raised over $12,000 for the leukemia society through the generosity of our friends and family. In return, we got the trip of a lifetime and a marathon medal. It was a really good experience. Running afforded us opportunities and I am glad I got to experience that one with my father.
We scheduled a sight seeing cruise in Seward, Alaska the day after the marathon. We asked the waitress at the hotel how long it would take us to get to Seward. She underestimated by about 30 minutes, but we didn't figure that out until we got on the highway and saw our first sign. My father then drove as fast as the 2 lane highway would allow through some of the prettiest country so we wouldn't miss the boat. We made it but they had to hold the boat for us. On the way back, we drove a little slower and stopped at some of the sight seeing spots. One of them had a sign about what to do when you see a bear. If the bear is black, fight back. If it is brown, lie down. The sign then went on to say that if the bear was brown and you were lying down playing dead and the bear started "feasting" on you, you need to change your strategy and fight back. Good to know.
We also visited a dog farm where they raise the Alaskan Huskies for the iditarod race. The sign said you could take a dog sled ride so I talked my dad into doing it. We paid $20 each, wondering how they were going to pull this off in the middle of June. We climbed on to a sled with wheels and the dogs took off down this gravel path that was a circle about 1/16 mile long. After the initial whiplash, we recovered, only to be pelted by rocks that flew up at us. We got back to the starting point and the guy goes, "No, no, they are the $20 people" and we were off again for round 2. That ride was over in about 2 minutes from start to finish, so I am pretty sure it was a complete rip off but we had to laugh as we picked the gravel out of our teeth.
On the last day, we arrived at the car rental return at the last minute. This was before 9/11, so we were really pushing our time to the max so as not to waste any time in the airport. Dad went to turn in the rental keys and he was just standing there so I coaxed him to hurry up. He looked at me and said, "My hand is stuck." Indeed, he had somehow managed to get his hand stuck in the car key return box. He told the girl working the counter and she stepped back, cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled, "DOES ANYBODY HAVE LOTION OR A SCREWDRIVER?" A hush fell over the crowd but no one offered any help so the girl looked at Dad, shrugged and walked away. I began to laugh, wondered if I had time to get the video camera out of my suitcase, thinking how I could not wait to tell my sister about this one. Dad finally wrenched his hand out and we caught our flight on time but it left a pretty good cut on his ring finger.
Dad and I raised over $12,000 for the leukemia society through the generosity of our friends and family. In return, we got the trip of a lifetime and a marathon medal. It was a really good experience. Running afforded us opportunities and I am glad I got to experience that one with my father.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
marathon training (guest post from Beth)
In my first year out of college, I decided I should try to run a marathon. I had time to train--no kids, no weekend work, and Todd was working 80 hour weeks. It seemed like a good thing to try. I had a few half marathons under my belt. So my dad and I signed up for the Leukemia Society Team In Training and set our sights on the Mayor's Midnight Sun Marathon in Anchorage, Alaska in June 2001. I quickly discovered my training group in Lexington was not going to work out so I continued to train alone. I ran on the routes I knew around campus and experimented with gels and water and power bars. Sometimes Todd would join me for the end of a long run. But something goes wrong on every run after 15 miles. I blame it on low blood sugar or something like it. I become a cursing fool. I lose the ability to think rationally and begin to act like a redneck with a really foul mouth. The only time I have ever flipped the bird to a driver who yelled something crass at me was at mile 18 of a training run. I know better than that--every female runner knows better than to invite a further response from someone in a car. Todd patted me on the back one time around mile 17 or so and said something like "good job, keep going" and I responded with a less than pleasant remark. I am pretty sure he was laughing inside as he ran on but I apologized profusely later and we still laugh about it today.
The day of the actual marathon was no different. I was my normal self until about the 15 mile mark. We were running on tank trails by then and it was dusty and narrow and slow going. I knew by that point I was not going to hit my goal finish time and it was making me mad. By mile 20, I was absolutely miserable. I dropped an F-bomb with every step for the last 6.2 miles. That is not an exaggeration. When the speed walker from Georgia passed me again at the 24 mile mark, it took every ounce of self control I had left to not tackle him. He looked completely calm and had the same pace going he had at the start. I knew I would feel better if I could just mess his hair up a little bit. When I finally crossed the finish line and saw my time, my first comment to my father was "Holy @#$%! I am slower than Oprah." I was upset because I knew that distance got the better of me and that meant I would have to try it again someday. Looking back, I know I missed the point. I had finished an incredible race in an incredible place with my dad at my side (well, actually quite a bit ahead of me) and I was upset about my finishing time. I have not had the inclination to try that distance again. I will have to someday. If you want to train with me, I hope you don't offend easily.
The day of the actual marathon was no different. I was my normal self until about the 15 mile mark. We were running on tank trails by then and it was dusty and narrow and slow going. I knew by that point I was not going to hit my goal finish time and it was making me mad. By mile 20, I was absolutely miserable. I dropped an F-bomb with every step for the last 6.2 miles. That is not an exaggeration. When the speed walker from Georgia passed me again at the 24 mile mark, it took every ounce of self control I had left to not tackle him. He looked completely calm and had the same pace going he had at the start. I knew I would feel better if I could just mess his hair up a little bit. When I finally crossed the finish line and saw my time, my first comment to my father was "Holy @#$%! I am slower than Oprah." I was upset because I knew that distance got the better of me and that meant I would have to try it again someday. Looking back, I know I missed the point. I had finished an incredible race in an incredible place with my dad at my side (well, actually quite a bit ahead of me) and I was upset about my finishing time. I have not had the inclination to try that distance again. I will have to someday. If you want to train with me, I hope you don't offend easily.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Jimmy Valvano's 1993 ESPY Speech. "Don't give up, don't ever give up."
I think Jimmy Valvano's speech is awesome and inspirational. It's yet another reminder of how precious life is. I hope you enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuoVM9nm42E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuoVM9nm42E
Thursday, August 11, 2011
mediocre runner (post from Beth)
I am a mediocre runner at best. A middle of the pack jogger who only places in my age group in the extremely small races. A 7 minute mile makes me see stars and is an all out effort only sustainable for a mile, followed by a long recovery. So the question, "Why do you run?" is a difficult one to answer. I have found the answer changes depending on the stage of my life. I got a wild hair in my sophmore year of high school and decided to try out for the track team. There weren't enough female runners to actually cut anyone, so I started to work out with the Ballard track team. I promptly got injured and sent to the "field" activities. I enjoyed learning discus and shot put until the first real track meet. There I stood, all 90 shapeless pounds of me in my little bitty maroon track shorts and the 3 rather husky girls took one look at me and said, "Look at the little white girl! We could roll her up and use her as the shot put!" That thought had already occured to me but I was pretty sure that injured or not, I could outrun them. It was a short lived track career. I ran in college to combat the sudden discovery of cafeteria food and the weight gain that came with it. I found a roommate who also loved to run and we had some great runs together. We would chat and dream and solve all our problems. I ran after I got married because I was already hooked and was rapidly discovering that working a full time job as a new grad was difficult. Todd and I used to get up and run in the morning. He was nice enough to slow down to my pace until the sun came up and not demand any conversation as we ran through the quiet streets of Lexington. We joined a run club and found new friends to run with and new races to try. I ran after I had Katie because it was the only time I could get outside. Todd would come home during his lunch hour while I was on maternity leave and I would run 3 miles around the neighborhood. The cold weather was exilherating as was the silence. It gets exponentially harder to fit running into your schedule as you have a career, more children and the pressures of being a productive adult. I am lucky to have a spouse who runs. I honestly do not mind the training hours Todd has put in for this race. I get it--the need to do something, the need to run. Some of my reasons for running now are more vain than they used to be. My metabolism really has slowed down and I am not exactly 90 pounds anymore. But truthfully, my runs are my time to be by myself and my thoughts. I have prayed, cried, pondered and dreamed over many miles. I will never be a strong runner. But if I last long enough, I just might win my age group one day. - Beth
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
I Hated School
My last post got me to thinking about my experience in school, one instance in particular. Before I share that story with you, I have to tell you I hated school. I don't remember starting out that way, but eventually I ended up hating school. My concern for Katie was she would end up not liking school either. I obviously wanted her to learn, but I wanted her to be happy. I also wanted her to feel safe and be free to be herself. I wanted her to be understood for whom she is, which is why we chose to send her to Summit Academy.
I have a lot of stories I could share about my education. One particular situation stands out in my mind and to this day still burns me up. When I was in the second grade we were working on our writing. I was writing on the last page in my tablet of paper. Behind the last page was the thick piece of cardboard. I was sitting in the back of the room and behind me was an oscillating fan. Every time it passed by me, my paper would blow forward and I couldn't focus on my writing. It just kept blowing. I started to anticipate it and I would hold my paper down. Now I wasn't working on my writing at all. I was focused on the fan. It wouldn't stop blowing my paper. I wanted to get my writing done so I came up with an idea to fix the problem. I got out my Elmer’s glue and applied a thin line around the card board backing and pressed my paper into the glue. Problem solved. I was proud of myself for fixing the problem. However, I spent all my time fixing the fan problem that I didn't finish my work. The teacher came back and saw what I did and that I didn't finish my work. To my surprise she yelled at me for playing around. I tried to explain why I glued my paper down, but she was too furious to listen. All of the other kids were looking at me and I was embarrassed. She wrote a note to my parents, on my paper, that said something to the effect of look what your son did in class. She then folded the paper and cardboard up and put it in my front shirt pocket. Have you ever tried to fold a piece of cardboard up? My shirt pocket stuck out about 6 inches and she made me keep it in my pocket all day. Again, I remember all the kids looking at me laughing because I had this piece of cardboard stuffed in my pocket.
My entire education experience is full of stories like that. School wasn't fun for me. Learning was difficult. What I did learn was nobody understood how hard it was for me. I also learned it was easier to be in trouble by being a class clown, than for everyone how dumb I was.
Even when I was diagnosed with learning disabilities in college, learning was challenging, but I least I knew what the problem was. I was able to change the way I studied to adapt to how I learned. I started to have success and I really enjoyed business school. If only we could have figured it out sooner, how different would my education have been and how different would my life be. That's my wish for my daughter, that her educational experience will be different than mine. I already know it is better because of Summit Academy.
I have a lot of stories I could share about my education. One particular situation stands out in my mind and to this day still burns me up. When I was in the second grade we were working on our writing. I was writing on the last page in my tablet of paper. Behind the last page was the thick piece of cardboard. I was sitting in the back of the room and behind me was an oscillating fan. Every time it passed by me, my paper would blow forward and I couldn't focus on my writing. It just kept blowing. I started to anticipate it and I would hold my paper down. Now I wasn't working on my writing at all. I was focused on the fan. It wouldn't stop blowing my paper. I wanted to get my writing done so I came up with an idea to fix the problem. I got out my Elmer’s glue and applied a thin line around the card board backing and pressed my paper into the glue. Problem solved. I was proud of myself for fixing the problem. However, I spent all my time fixing the fan problem that I didn't finish my work. The teacher came back and saw what I did and that I didn't finish my work. To my surprise she yelled at me for playing around. I tried to explain why I glued my paper down, but she was too furious to listen. All of the other kids were looking at me and I was embarrassed. She wrote a note to my parents, on my paper, that said something to the effect of look what your son did in class. She then folded the paper and cardboard up and put it in my front shirt pocket. Have you ever tried to fold a piece of cardboard up? My shirt pocket stuck out about 6 inches and she made me keep it in my pocket all day. Again, I remember all the kids looking at me laughing because I had this piece of cardboard stuffed in my pocket.
My entire education experience is full of stories like that. School wasn't fun for me. Learning was difficult. What I did learn was nobody understood how hard it was for me. I also learned it was easier to be in trouble by being a class clown, than for everyone how dumb I was.
Even when I was diagnosed with learning disabilities in college, learning was challenging, but I least I knew what the problem was. I was able to change the way I studied to adapt to how I learned. I started to have success and I really enjoyed business school. If only we could have figured it out sooner, how different would my education have been and how different would my life be. That's my wish for my daughter, that her educational experience will be different than mine. I already know it is better because of Summit Academy.
Monday, August 8, 2011
I Have Learning Disabilities
Last week Tyler and I were sitting in the waiting room at Minds in Motion (an intense vestibular program) with other parents waiting to see Katie demonstrate some of what she has been doing the last 4 weeks. Tyler asked me, "Dad did you go to a special school when you were a kid?" I could feel the eyes of the other parents on me. I said "No I didn't. Why?" Tyler's response was, "Mommy said you had trouble learning, like Katie has trouble learning." The other parents were watching and listening, not hiding the fact they were listening. I said, "Yes I did. I had trouble learning, but not as much trouble as Katie."
I'm always surprised how in tune Tyler is to Katie. He understands, probably better than the rest of us, how difficult things are for Katie. That being said, I can relate to the kids at Summit Academy. I'm more like them than most people know. I did have trouble learning when I was in school. I can remember being told I was lazy and that I wasn't trying. I was told I didn't put forth effort and that I didn't care. I can remember how the teachers treated me and how they made me feel, and how the other kids looked at me. I was 21 when I was diagnosed with learning disabilities.
I have always been embarrassed by my education. It's not that I'm dumb. I am smart, very smart. I graduated college with a degree in finance and use it in my career as a financial advisor. However, I missed out on a lot of basic education, because I was struggling just to get by. For me, blogging has been incredibly difficult. I know I don't write very well and my sentences aren't structured properly. Truth be told, I didn't want everyone to know. I didn't want to publish this post. I didn't want to take a chance that this information could hurt my career and others opinion of me. I wanted to keep that barrier in place to protect the real me.
But Tyler's question got me to thinking. I went into this run wanting to make a difference and that means sharing the whole story, not just part of it. I am an adult with learning disabilities with a college degree and a career. After I was diagnosed halfway through my college career, I made changes in the way I studied and scheduled classes and it made all the difference in my academic success. It is possible to suceed with learning difficulties with the right interventions. That is the whole mission of Summit Academy. If a child can't learn the way we teach, we should teach the way they learn.
I'm always surprised how in tune Tyler is to Katie. He understands, probably better than the rest of us, how difficult things are for Katie. That being said, I can relate to the kids at Summit Academy. I'm more like them than most people know. I did have trouble learning when I was in school. I can remember being told I was lazy and that I wasn't trying. I was told I didn't put forth effort and that I didn't care. I can remember how the teachers treated me and how they made me feel, and how the other kids looked at me. I was 21 when I was diagnosed with learning disabilities.
I have always been embarrassed by my education. It's not that I'm dumb. I am smart, very smart. I graduated college with a degree in finance and use it in my career as a financial advisor. However, I missed out on a lot of basic education, because I was struggling just to get by. For me, blogging has been incredibly difficult. I know I don't write very well and my sentences aren't structured properly. Truth be told, I didn't want everyone to know. I didn't want to publish this post. I didn't want to take a chance that this information could hurt my career and others opinion of me. I wanted to keep that barrier in place to protect the real me.
But Tyler's question got me to thinking. I went into this run wanting to make a difference and that means sharing the whole story, not just part of it. I am an adult with learning disabilities with a college degree and a career. After I was diagnosed halfway through my college career, I made changes in the way I studied and scheduled classes and it made all the difference in my academic success. It is possible to suceed with learning difficulties with the right interventions. That is the whole mission of Summit Academy. If a child can't learn the way we teach, we should teach the way they learn.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Pikes Peak race website
Here is a link to Pikes Peak Ascent/Marathon website if you would like more information about the race.
http://www.pikespeakmarathon.org/index.htm
http://www.pikespeakmarathon.org/index.htm
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I'm on Terry Meiners radio show today around 4:00 PM
I will be on Terry Meiners radio show today a little after 4:00 PM. I will be talking about my run and Summit Academy. Listen if you get a chance.
Facebook Fan Page
It's hard to believe that in 18 days I will be running up Pikes Peak. I'm excited yet terrified at the same time. Beth will be there to cheer me on and take pictures. She will also provide updates on my Facebook fan page.
My Facebook fan page is different from my personal Facebook page. I won't update my blog until after the race, later in the day, assuming I can move. If you want to see updates and pictures during the race, go to my fan page and "like" it. Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Todd-Metcalf-runs-Pikes-Peak-Ascent-to-benefit-Summit-Academy/110310922383500
I'm not sure how much updating Beth will be able to do because once I hit the trail I will be out of sight for a while. She will post on Facebook how the race started, pictures and maybe a video. As soon as I reach the top we will post on Facebook.
Thanks for your support of me and Summit Academy!
My Facebook fan page is different from my personal Facebook page. I won't update my blog until after the race, later in the day, assuming I can move. If you want to see updates and pictures during the race, go to my fan page and "like" it. Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Todd-Metcalf-runs-Pikes-Peak-Ascent-to-benefit-Summit-Academy/110310922383500
I'm not sure how much updating Beth will be able to do because once I hit the trail I will be out of sight for a while. She will post on Facebook how the race started, pictures and maybe a video. As soon as I reach the top we will post on Facebook.
Thanks for your support of me and Summit Academy!
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