My Tour de Cure: support me!

I got a really touching email from my dad today about fundraising for the American Diabetes Association. First, you should know my dad is awesome. Also: I’m biased. But other people will most certainly agree with me. You can read more about him on my Father’s Day post. He has also been suffering from diabetic neuropathy (nerve damage) for way too many years. I can’t tell you what it feels like, but these are the words my dad used today:

When my feet are numb or burning and every step feels like I’ll lose my
balance, it is very hard to leave my safe haven or focus on anything
but the pain. And the medications for pain I take makes me feel like a
zombie all day.

My dad doesn’t talk much about his pain and rarely complains. I have seen him hurting though, and it is heartbreaking to see someone I love go through that. It is especially hard when you feel helpless to stop it. I started running after my dad was diagnosed, and I haven’t stopped since. When I’m racing and it hurts and I feel like giving up, I think of the pain he feels every day of his life. I am so grateful to have my health. I am so grateful I can run, bike, and swim & make it to work the next morning. I am a lucky lady. My dad is asking for just “a buck” to help raise funds for the American Diabetes Association, but I owe him way more than that (literally!). So I’m riding the Tour de Cure this April in Long Beach in his honor. I’m riding 100 miles, which I’ve never done before (not even half that!), so I’m sure I will once again be in pain!!! I hope you can follow the below link and donate to the cause. Also, there are races this spring all over the country, so if there’s one in your area–join in the fun! If you’re in L.A., come out to Long Beach. You can ride as little as 10 miles to show your support!
Click here to donate!

Voting time!

I love voting. Even though it made me super late to work today (life is soooooooo hard!), I loved seeing the lines. I loved that even though she’s voting differently than me, my mom is volunteering at the polling places today (workin the poll, mom!). I love my liberal younger brother posting on Facebook. I love the work lunchroom arguments about porn workers wearing condoms (NSFW!). I even enjoy the pre-voting research that makes me feel like such an adult. Umm, are they really letting ME vote on this? ME?

I’m not the best or the most articulate at expressing my views. I often get tongue-tied or get too caught up in listening to others that my voice sometimes gets lost in the mix. When someone challenges me, I usually have no clear rebuttal. In other words, I never took a debate class. I’m not a fighter (unless it’s Tae Bo).

I voted for Obama because he makes sense to me. I’m surrounded by liberals out here in California, so it’s a discussion that’s rarely even had. In Texas, I come home to “No Socialism” signs in the yards, and I feel like I’ve landed in some strange world. I used to believe in the American Dream, but I don’t anymore. I have spent much of my adult life working in poverty stricken neighborhoods, and I know now that you can work really hard and still not get ahead. Some people start so far behind the rest–in a system that doesn’t support their growth–, and we call them lazy if they are unable to pay their bills or make an independent life for themselves. I voted for Obama because he recognizes these inequalities in the system. The 47% video from Romney will never be erased from my memory. Obama is the more progressive thinker, and that is what I think our country needs.

I know there are so many other “issues” you could focus on when casting your vote. But the truth of it is, you can vote for whatever reason, cause, or belief you want and that’s the beauty. Like many of you out there, there’s not much changing my mind. We have heard these two speak for way too long, and I bet the only thing we can all agree on is that at least this campaign will be over soon.

I hope you voted today, and I hope you’re wearing your sticker. I was so hurried this morning as I stood in line impatiently wanting it to be over, so I wouldn’t be late to work. My sincere apologies to all those progressive ladies who fought back in the early 1900s to make it so easy for me today. It is much appreciated.