25ish Things About Me

I wrote this on January 25, 2009. I can say that this list stands true except for the part about seeing Amish people on the horizon. They left me about a year ago. In place of number 20, I am adding 25a. Also, I ran another marathon this past year making the total number four. Thankfully, I have added no more children to our family.


1. I am addicted to the following: red wine, running, coffee, and Nestle Toll House semi-sweet morsels.
2. The people I have loved throughout my life are those that make me laugh.
3. Although I think the West Coast is more beautiful, I prefer the East Coast.
4. I am politically very liberal.
5. I walked to the hospital while in labor with my third child and then carried him home 30 or so hours later. (Alright, I will admit that the hospital was just around the corner from our house, but still!!)
6. I am a COLLEGE football fan.
7. The range of emotions my children invoke is amazing.
8. I am a news junkie.
9. My favorite author is John Irving.
10. I have very few regrets but all of them involve the way I treated someone. (I wish I could go back and redo a few events...take back what I said, said what I meant to say, or just said nothing at all.)
11. I ran the Columbus Marathon three years in a row.
12. I am fortunate to be a physical therapist because I have the opportunity to help people when they most need it.
13. When I was growing up I spent summers in a two-bedroom shack in Canada. There was no phone, no TV and I bathed in the lake out front. I sold minnows to my neighbors.
14. I lived in Mexico for a semester but am still not fluent in Spanish. (would still like to be!)
15. I do love to cook but lately feel as though it is more of a chore.
16. I majored in journalism my first two years of college. I was writing about the death of a student on campus and had to call her mother...I decided to change after I realized I didn't have the stomach for that kind of work.
17. My husband inspires me to do better.
18. I like to listen to Queen when I run.
19. I still can't believe I have four children but am reminded when I wake up in the morning and someone is driving a Hotwheel on my face.
20. I moved to Memphis from a county in Ohio with a high population of Amish people. It has been about a year and a half, however, I still see a horse and black buggy coming over the horizon once in a while.
21. I loved being a waitress in college because the tip on the table always gave me instant gratification.
22. I love instant gratification. I am an impatient person but having kids is helping me to change this.
23. I am kind of a loner but hate being lonely.
24. I love gangster movies, and, of course, the Sopranos.
25. I am a work in progress.
25a. I have recently vowed to not lose touch with any good friends. So....if you, my good friend, move and think you have gotten rid of me, think again. I WILL call and possibly visit. I have lost touch with too many important people that have blessed my life and I won't let that happen anymore.

The Epic Controversy of School Consolidation

As a proud parent of three children who attend Germantown Elementary School, I am thrilled to be a part of such an exemplary public school district. While I sympathize with many county school parents and their desire to maintain the status quo, I support the consolidation of Memphis City and Shelby County Schools.

Recently a group pushing for the formation of Germantown Municipal Schools has taken shape. A petition to explore this possibility has more than 900 signatures. I signed the petition last week because I thought it was an idea worth exploring. However, given the potential costs, I don’t think this would be worth pursuing. Parents of children at Germantown Elementary are supportive of the school and involved in their children’s education.  We are blessed with wonderful, enthusiastic teachers.  I’m confident this won’t change with consolidation.

Based on the talk between county school parents and the many letters to the editor in the Commercial Appeal, people in the county overlook the many excellent city schools. Much like the county, these schools have great teachers and parents and most are located in areas of economic prosperity.

The lack of economic prosperity in so many parts of Memphis is what drives me to support consolidation. Forty percent of Memphis City School children live below the poverty line and I fear that as wealth continues to move further and further from the city, the tax base in Memphis proper will continue to shrink. If SCS becomes a special district and county residents no longer have to pay for Memphis City Schools, the tax base will be small and I fear a decline in already troubled Memphis City Schools would be imminent. The city and its schools will be caught in a downward spiral as the wealthy desert the city in pursuit of higher property values and better schools.

Unfortunately, what ails the city schools is rooted in decades of societal decay caused by poverty and racism. This can’t be fixed by consolidating the two school districts. However, as county residents, we can’t turn our backs on the problems of the city as we bask in the security of our neighborhoods and the academic achievements of our children.  When poverty and crime rates rise, county residents will be impacted. Economic development and tourism will decline along with our city’s reputation. 

            The enormity of the potential new school district and lack of a plan for managing it concerns me. However, the divisiveness between the differing sides really frightens me. The only lines that separate county and city are on a map. The two school boards need to pull together and make decisions for the sake of all children in our community. Our success as city and county depend on it.

Another Successful of Tour d'Esprit Thanks to Running Community

Haiti is a country that has long endured considerable suffering; however, 2010 had been especially cruel beginning with the calamitous earthquake in January. Since then, the people of Haiti have faced unimaginable tragedy. Medical needs have been greater than ever and the Memphis running community rose to the occasion with an outpouring of support at the 12^th Annual Tour d’Esprit.

The 24-hour race, the main funding source for Haiti Medical Missions of Memphis, was thankfully very successful this year.  Numerous records were set on the course including the amazing 240 laps completed by the Breakaway Team. Participation records were also set as the number of teams increased from 23 in 2009 to 34; and the number of registrants grew from 784 to 975.

Record-breaking team Breakaway. 

Immediately after the earthquake, Haiti Medical Missions of Memphis was one of the few medical organizations able to care for victims. The clinic doctors and nurses at the Holy Spirit Clinic in Croix des Bouquets continue to treat about 100 patients a day and are again on the frontline working to contain the cholera epidemic.  The rehabilitation hospital, opened in March of 2010, is an amazing one-of-a-kind facility where Haitians receive outpatient and inpatient physical and occupational therapy.

Tent city in Haiti.

 Memphis runners are a vital part of allowing Haiti Medical Missions of Memphis to continue to provide health care to the Haitian people free of charge. Since the earthquake, medical facilities are very sparse and the need for supplies and personnel at the facility has increased dramatically. Support at the 12^th Annual Tour d’Esprit was desperately needed, especially in light of the recent cholera epidemic.

Runners camped out at the race.

Planning for next year’s event September 29 - October 1 has already begun.  Race organizers are looking forward to even more runners competing in this fun-filled 24-hour family event. Mark your calendar for the 13^th Annual Tour d’Esprit. Your participation supports the ongoing mission to give health and hope to the people of Haiti.

When Carbs Aren’t Enough, Good Music Can Feed a Great Run

Most Days, the sound of my footsteps combined with the noise left in my head as I leave my rambunctious household behind is all the music I need to power a good run. However, since I am currently training for a marathon, the longer distances have me wanting the company of some good tunes.

This has forced me to spend some time organizing some of my oldies but goodies into play lists. I have also discovered new artists that will hopefully energize my early-morning training runs.

Below is a list of some of my favorites. If you want to hear them, you can access the list on iTunes.  Hopefully, some of you will share your running tunes. Happy listening…..and running!

(I also had on my list "Matches to Paper Dolls" by Dessa. For some reason it would not publish on my iTunes list.)

http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewIMix?id=395844401   Sarah's Running Tunes Song Name Artist We're Going to Be Friends The White Stripes I Wanna Be Sedated The Ramones Paper Planes M.I.A. Veronica Elvis Costello Slight Figure of Speech The Avett Brothers How Far We've Come Matchbox Twenty Bad Reputation Joan Jett Bizarre Love Triangle New Order Lose Yourself Eminem Best of You Foo Fighters Far Behind Eddie Vedder I Want to Break Free (Single Version) Queen Head Like a Hole Nine Inch Nails Personal Jesus Depeche Mode Should I Stay or Should I Go The Clash Smells Like Teen Spirit Nirvana Thunder Road Bruce Springsteen Stop Jane's Addiction Dogs of Lust The The Poprocks and Coke Green Day Close to Me The Cure 1979 Smashing Pumpkins Girl Beck I Gotta Feeling The Black Eyed Peas

You can access and listen to my list by clicking here:

The Football Gene

I inherited the football gene from my father. He is a pathological sports fan and if it is on ESPN he watches it—burly men pulling planes, golf, poker, race cars, burly men carrying massive barrels filled with cement, more golf and even eating competitions.

Foremost in my father’s aggregate of sporting events is college football. Since I can remember, every fall he has watched game after game on Saturdays. I would often sneak a peak and wonder about the rules and which color he was rooting for and why. My father is an Ohio State Buckeye fan. Growing up, I learned that an Ohio State loss implicitly leads to my father losing his appetite and nothing brings greater anguish to my mother than someone not eating one of her carefully planned, multi-course meals. Every weekend, the stakes were palpable.

I’ve known about my defect from an early age. When I was in grade school, there was always an Ohio State/Michigan day before the biggest event in the world for those who live on the border of the two states. Sweatshirt wearing, taunting and name-calling were all part of the fun and I was right in the middle of it.

When I became a student at The Ohio State University, I decided I would escape the football gene no matter how much it hurt to stare at the long shelves of books in the library instead of the massive, raucous crowd inside the Horseshoe on game day. My sensible and recently mature side told me how ridiculous it was to care so much about a bunch of over-sized, egomaniacal boys running up and down a field with a ball.

Surely I had inherited a more productive pastime from one of my parents. My mother is a Midwestern version of Martha Stewart. She can stencil a ceiling (really!), garden, decorate all our birthday cakes and is an excellent seamstress. All my Barbie dolls looked fabulous thanks to her tiny creations. I even let her make my clothes in middle school. Having the sewing gene would be far more useful.

        

However, as my proclivity for college football was apparent at an early age, my lack of sewing talent was immediately obvious. I couldn't sew a straight line if Kurt Herbstreit’s life depended on it. Gigantic holes made while trying to rip out my circuitous seams were the hallmark of my creations.

Eventually, I gave up on sewing. The machines my mother has optimistically given me sit in my attic collecting dust while I sit on the edge of my seat every Saturday. I stopped fighting the football gene my last two years of college. I bought tickets with my friends, tailgated and lost my voice screaming at the games. I watched, horrified from the stands, as the Michigan Wolverines would destroy yet another perfect season for the Buckeyes.

         As an alumnus, I continue to watch Ohio State football with the same fervor. Any Buckeye fan can attest that this past decade has been a thrilling roller coaster ride. Even though I live in Tennessee, I make my children wear their Ohio State clothes every Saturday during the football season. They know these days as “Buckeye days” and if they wear the appropriate attire, it will positively affect the outcome of the game. Since I do the cooking, a Buckeye win is good for everyone in the family.

I have a defense for what some may call irrational behavior and I am not afraid to use it—genetics. I just can’t imagine the turmoil I will feel if my daughter ever asks me to sew her Barbie an Ohio State Buckeye shirt for game day. 

Finding Solid Ground Beyond Suburbia

The following entry was written in part to raise awareness for Haiti Medical Missions of Memphis (HMMoM) and the upcoming fund raiser October 1 and 2, The Tour d'Esprit. It also really captures the importance of running and having experiences outside of my comfort zone.

It seemed an odd quandary given the week ahead of me. While in the middle of packing for my medical mission trip to Haiti, I found myself asking, “should I take my running shoes?”  In addition to leaving my husband alone with our four busy kids for a week, I was headed to a place that was not only the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere; it had also been recently ravaged by an earthquake. Running shoes should have been the least of my concerns. Nonetheless, Asics in hand, I stood motionless over my suitcase.

I seldom take a day off, so when faced with the possibility of missing an entire week of running, I became concerned. Since becoming a mother, running is my sanctity—often a game changer in the middle of a day wrought with crying kids and diaper disasters.  However, the idea of running for pleasure seemed like a luxury I should forgo in a country where so many lack the basic necessities of food, water and shelter.

Oddly enough, my dirty, worn-out shoes began to look more and more like the engagement ring and shiny earrings tucked away in my dresser drawer.  In spite of this, I tossed them in my suitcase, just in case.

After several flights and a very bumpy and chaotic drive along a crude road, I arrived at St. Charles Borromeo Seminary, just outside Port-au-Prince, eager to start working.  On the grounds of the seminary are the Holy Spirit Clinic and a new rehabilitation hospital, opened after the January 12 earthquake, which are both run by Haiti Medical Missions of Memphis (HMMOM).  Dr. Gordon Kraus, medical director and one of the founders of HMMOM, and his wife Susie, an occupational therapist, started the rehab hospital for Haitians recovering from catastrophic injuries sustained during the earthquake.

The grounds of the seminary are utopia compared to life outside its walls. Along with the intractable poverty that has plagued Haiti for hundreds of years, evidence of the earthquake--concrete rubble, pancaked buildings and tent cities—was everywhere. However, every morning, the walls of the seminary would open and the clinic waiting area would rapidly fill.

Starving babies, patients with open wounds, fevers and ailments not commonly seen in industrialized nations, would wait from early morning to mid-afternoon to see the doctors. As a physical therapist, I spent most of my time with the patients in the rehab center. I also treated some of the seminarians, also injured during the earthquake, as outpatients. All my patients would eventually be discharged to a tent.

Living in suburban America, it is easy to become overwhelmed by the minutiae and pursuit of what is perceived to be perfection. My time in Haiti helped me see many things in my life anew and appreciate what is truly important: love, health, laughter and the ability to pursue an education.  I am truly lucky to never have to worry about clean drinking water or feeding my children.

During my stay in Haiti, I did decide to run. Initially, I rationalized that by giving up some of the things I value, relating to the Haitian people would be easier. However, if it weren’t for the daily encounters with myself on the road, I may have never made the decision to go to Haiti.

As running at home makes me a better mother, wife, friend and in general, more whole as a person, it served me in Haiti as well. My daily laps on that rocky path in Haiti allowed me to re-connect with myself and make better decisions on how I could make the most of my short time in a place where so much needed to be done.

This year’s Tour d’Esprit will have special significance for me. While I run the mile loop through the grounds of Holy Spirit Catholic Church and nearby woods, I will not only reflect on the clinic and all the patients I had the good fortune of treating, I will remember my morning runs on the grounds of the seminary. I’ll never forget the early light on the surrounding mountains, passing the banana trees and the grave of the archbishop of Port-au-Prince who was killed during the earthquake, and hearing the heavenly voices of the seminarians singing in morning mass.

I am so privileged to have witnessed first-hand the importance of HMMOM to the Haitian people. The Tour d’Esprit is the main funding source for HMMOM and the money raised allows Holy Spirit Clinic to provide free medical and dental care to people who have no money and no other options for care. The newly started rehabilitation center continues to accept inpatients so they can receive physical and occupational therapy and the mobility equipment that will enable them to return to their families.

More than ever, I realize that having the time and energy to run is a gift. However, it is so much more than just part of a daily physical fitness routine; running is the inspiration that takes me to places far beyond my four-mile loop in suburban Memphis.