Team Hoyt

A Father's Heart for His Son

This morning, I saw on the news that Dick Hoyt died last night. It has been a long time since I've logged on to this blog, but with tears in my eyes, I just had to get on here and put my thoughts and feelings down to capture them forever.

When I first started racing in triathlons and marathons, I discovered the duo known as "Team Hoyt", a father and son team that had a huge impact on the endurance sports community. Rick was born in 1962 and was diagnosed with a spastic cerebral palsy after his umbilical cord became twisted around his neck causing blockage of oxygen flow. Doctors told the Hoyts that their son would never be anything but a vegetable and encouraged them to institutionalize him. But the Hoyts believed there was something more to Rick and that his life mattered, so they found a doctor in Boston who believed in their son too and told them to treat him like any other child.

Rick's mom Judy spent hours every day reading to him and teaching him the alphabet. When he was 11 years old, his parents fitted him with a computer which enabled him to "talk" and they knew he was highly intelligent. In fact, with this computer, Rick was able to enroll in public school and excel. He even went on to graduate from college with a degree in special education!

In 1977, Rick told his dad he wanted to run a race for charity. Dick was 36 years old and not a runner. He practiced running with bags of cement in a wheelchair when Rick was at school. Following that first race, Rick said, "Dad when I'm running, it feels like I'm not handicapped." And that was the beginning of many years of competition for the dad and son team. They raced in the Boston Marathon for decades. They raced many triathlons, including six Ironman races. For the swim portion, Dick pulled Rick in a boat with a bungee cord attached around his waist to the front on the boat. For the bike, Rick rode in a two-seater bicycle and then for the run, Dick pushed him along in his custom chair made for running.

Once Rick was asked if he could give his father any gift, what would it be and he replied, "The thing I'd most like is for my dad to sit in the chair and I would push him for once."

In 2006, when I ran the Boston Marathon, I knew Team Hoyt was out there running and although I didn't see them on the course, I remember feeling honored that I was getting to run in the same race as these two men who have inspired so many of us in running and triathlon. I remember thinking about them on the day I competed in Ironman Arizona. When I would get tired or felt like stopping, I would remind myself that Dick Hoyt did everything I was doing pulling or pushing along a grown man! That made my race seem easy.

But for me the thing that touches my heart the most about Dick Hoyt was that he demonstrated the love of a father. He made me think about God. And so many times I know that God as my Father has had to pull me through dark waters or push me along when my legs couldn't go any farther. He picks me up and gets me through my "race" of life. I could feel the love of Dick for Rick and he never ceased to remind me that a father's love for their child gives confidence, strength, joy and blessing. I miss Dick Hoyt already. I pray for comfort for Rick and all the family and friends he leaves behind. I am thankful to Team Hoyt for representing bravery, courage, the spirit of "can do all things", and for being a symbol of the Father heart of God. Rest in peace, Dick Hoyt!

The Entire Story of My Life

At the age of 15, I sat in my bedroom and literally wrote out month by month what I would be doing for the rest of my life until I took my final breath at the age of 90. That was 1985 and although I figured that by my death in 2060 we'd be like the Jetsons, I wrote what I knew at the time.

I wish I had kept that long and detailed booklet so I could compare it all to my actual life, the way things turned out instead. I do remember a few things. In my 15-year-old version of how my life would be, I would go to college and major in Journalism (that actually happened). I would have a writing job for a magazine that would make me lots of money (ha ha ha ha ha). I would get married at the age of 25 (in real life, I was 26) and two years later, I would become a mom (my real life meant having my first child at age 28).

Surprisingly, a few things I had planned turned out the way I envisioned them. I married a former athlete who was now a professional businessman. I became a published author. I got highly involved in cancer awareness. I had kids and dogs. I have spent lots of time traveling all over the world.

The stuff I got way wrong, though! I had two kids instead of three. I did not get my own ranch in the mountains. I didn't actually end up staying friends with anyone I knew in East Texas.

But the thing that stands out the most was that real life ended up having a lot more twists and turns and pain than I could have imagined. I knew there would be pain. It's not like I was raised in a bubble. My baby brother nearly died of cancer. I'd seen some destruction and sorrow. But when I wrote out the entirety of my life, I put the good stuff in there! There were no arguments with my husband. And he was always perfectly happy and healthy and wearing the greatest of fashions (mind you, they were '80s fashions because that was when I wrote this). My kids didn't cause me trouble even as teenagers. We always had enough money and friends and time to do what we wanted to do.

How I wish I could go back and read that darn thing. I spent hours on it! What kinds of things did you hope for as a kid that turned out the way you wanted? And what things did not turn out the way you wanted?

Italy 2019

Montepulciano where they filmed "Under the Tuscan Sun"

It's been years since Bill and I took a long trip just the two of us. Over the years, we have had a few little getaways and left the kids, but because we always wanted to take Morgan and Dylan on great adventures, we took them with us on most of our vacations.

They are both in college, so we decided to take a trip to Italy, just us two! We packed so much into this trip and walked between 15-20 miles each day. Our journey began and ended in Rome where we definitely did some of the touristy things. We visited the Colosseum and Vatican City where I stood in awe of the Sistine Chapel. We took photos in front of the Spanish Steps and threw a coin into Trevi Fountain. We ate lots and lots of food and drank wine and had gelato and quite a bit of espresso.

On this subject, I offer advice to anyone who has never been to Italy... don't eat at the touristy spots! The best Roman cuisine is found in the neighborhoods where Romans eat. If you are walking along near Vatican City or Spanish Steps and there's someone outside the restaurant trying to lure you in to eat there, don't go! And if that person is super good-looking and it's only 6:00 (real Italians eat after 8 p.m.), run! Our favorite meal in Rome was at a neighborhood called Trastevere which is a bohemian area with a super funky vibe. We stopped in to have pasta and we ended up sitting in this adorable restaurant for almost three hours where no one was speaking English. We returned to this neighborhood a couple of days later to eat by the river and listen to live bands. A young and fun crowd of Italians sat on the steps of Piazza di San Calisto and I wish I could have stayed forever.

As much as I enjoyed Rome, my favorite part of this trip was Tuscany. I had never been to Tuscany and had always wanted to go. We went via bus and made a few beautiful stops in Umbria on the way. We visited and toured Montepulciano, a medieval hilltop town surrounded by the most beautiful vineyards I have ever seen (no offense to Napa, but Italian vineyards are perfection). This adorable town is known for its vino nobile red wine which I must say was delicious. We also visited Montalcino for wine tastings and some seriously delicious pasta. And one of my two favorite gelato spots was found in a town called Pienza.

About gelato... so many of the gelato shops are fake crap. If you find a gelato shop and notice that the gelato is fluffy and super colorful, that's not your place. You want it to be fresh and natural. You know that bananas are not yellow, right? So if your banana gelato is yellow, that stuff is fake. There is a really great gelato shop not far from Trevi Fountain in Rome too. In fact, I might have liked it just slightly better than the one in Pienza. If you're ever there, it's called Gelato di San Crispino.

Now, sadly I'm back in Fort Worth, Texas, but I plan to recreate Italy in my kitchen. I will begin with Tuscany because I'm in love with it and the food there is like a taste of heaven. I found a site today to help me with this task and I hope things go well. I did bring back some wine from there. This one is Brunello which kind of likes to compete with the Vino Noble. I liked them both.

Italy, I know I'll return because I threw that coin into Trevi Fountain. Until then, thank you for the warm welcome and the beautiful time to escape. L'Italia è bellissima.

Walking through Montepulciano

Winery in Montalcino

Another Montalcino winery

Colosseum

Vatican City in the Papal Palace

A Visit From Morgan

The most beautiful and amazing young lady on Planet Earth came to visit this weekend. My daughter, Morgan (AKA Conchita), drove up from college and my heart was so very happy. This momma misses her kiddos so very much.

Although we no longer live in The Woodlands, the only home my kids have ever known, it really made me happy to hear Morgan continuously say "I'm glad to be home". Fort Worth is home now. It didn't really hit me until our house was finished and we moved in. Being in that apartment downtown, waiting for the new Casa Crews to be built, made it feel like the move to Fort Worth was fake. It didn't hit me until we moved into our house that this is now home. But I worried that the kids would not think of it as home. They have never lived here after all. But now I know this is definitely home for us all.

The weekend was filled with watching great movies, playing Scattergories, and eating lots of great food. Here are the photos and recipes (including a fabulous chocolate martini):

Chocolate Martini Recipe

1.5 oz Godiva Original Chocolate Liquor
1.5 oz Crème de Cacao
0.5 oz Vanilla Vodka
2.5 oz Half & Half
chocolate syrup

Mix all ingredients in a cocktail shaker filled with ice and shake well
Rim the chilled martini glass with chocolate or swirl in the glass
Pour martini in and enjoy!

Breakfast Quesadillas

Ingredients:
Flour tortillas (I use the small street taco size)
Grated cheddar cheese (or Monterrey Jack or any Mexican cheese)
Crispy bacon (I use turkey bacon)
Scrambled eggs (I make sure these have plenty of salt and pepper)

Instructions:
Place one tortilla into frying pan
Layer with cheese, egg, bacon and then more cheese
Place second tortilla on top and cook on about medium heat for about 2-3 minutes
Flip over and cook an additional 2-3 minutes

Serve with salsa, sour cream, sliced jalapeños, avacado, etc.


Other greats we enjoyed this weekend included spaghetti and meatballs, baked Ranch chicken, and some seriously delicious guacamole.

Thanks for coming to see me Conchita!

#casacrewsfortworth

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Casa Crews Fort Worth

We have been moving since June! When we decided to make North Texas our home again, we had no idea that it would take us so long to figure out where to live. For months now we have been in corporate housing (although we have been paying for this ourselves, so it's been "fun" throwing money away every month).

Honestly, living downtown and being able to walk to Sundance Square or hop on our bikes to ride down the Trinity River to grab a bite at Woodshed Smokehouse, has been a blast. Being downtown has been convenient for Bill who works downtown and has the best commute ever. There is a lot of action and much to do. But we are beyond ready to be done.

It took a while, but the new Casa Crews is built and we're moving in. The neighborhood is a master planned community with some great amenities. Miles of hiking and biking trails that lead straight to the Trinity River, a private boat dock (we are on the lake), fire pits, beautiful pool, and my favorite part of all, the neighborhood herb garden from which I will pick fresh herbs any time I please.

It's all very pleasant, but there is something missing. Well, there are two things missing. Their names are Morgan and Dylan. It feels so strange moving into a new home without my kids. I still have their stuff (most of it, anyway), but I don't have them. Dylan will be here for most of the summer and of course, I'm setting up "their rooms", but this Casa Crews will be missing two of the most important Crewses in the world.

We are in our act two. We can do this. And I'll be back once we are all moved in and cooking our first meal with some of those fresh herbs.

Jump in for a Moment

My image of the two greatest humans on planet Earth will always be the above photo. Those little toes I used to tickle while singing a song called "Tickle Toes", those sweet little cheeks I would kiss, those funny little voices filled with enthusiasm and energy and creative imaginations, the only two people to have called me "mom".

For two decades, I have been a mom. If I close my eyes, I can still remember the very first time I heard the heartbeat on the doppler. With Morgan, I remember thinking, "wow, it's so fast". With Dylan, I remember because the doctor thought I had an ectopic pregnancy and when we finally heard that heartbeat, we thought we'd received a miracle.

These two changed my life. In some ways, they were the beginning of my life. I barely remember the world before they existed. Who was I then? What significance was there in my existence before my name changed to "Mom"?

Do you ever look at a photograph and wish you could jump into it for a little while? I just want to jump into this picture of my children and hang out with them for an hour or so. I want to hear their laughter and smell their heads. I want to jump into the pool and play our funny game called "Poop in the Pool" and then sit on the deck around the fire pit and make s'mores while we tell stories.

Then I remember the day this photo was taken. It was only two days after discovering that their daddy had stage four, highly aggressive, completely incurable blood cancer with a 98% chance of dying within five years. It's easy to forget the reality of life when you see family photographs. In photos, you put on your very best. You create the illusion of happiness and capture an image of life. Image is everything, right? And today, in this very overly obsessed world of social media, wherever you look, folks are putting out the image of perfection.

I cannot imagine what our lives would have been like had lymphoma not entered the picture. But it doesn't really matter because it did enter and it took up residency like it owned the place. It took my husband and changed his image from strong and athletic and happy to bald and gray and sick and almost dead. And those two innocent babies had to watch it all. They were fully aware and forced to grow up way too soon. 

But guess what! They were given a great opportunity too. They got to see their daddy go from strong and athletic to sick and almost dead to strong and athletic once again. They had the opportunity to learn about sickness and dying way too soon, but they also had the opportunity to be first-hand witnesses to heroism. 

I am coming to the end of my time as full-time mom. My youngest is about to graduate and head off to college just like his sister. I understand that being a mom is forever. They won't stop needing me any time soon. They especially need my money! But I only have a short time to go of making sure his laundry is done and he has had something to eat. My nights this coming August will be back to just Bill and me. After two decades of taking care of my babies, how will I handle that?

Jump in for a moment. Just a moment. That's all I really want. One moment in that photo. Enough time for a big hug and to hear those voices. It's such a great paradox, this being a parent thing. Your greatest joy and your greatest burden all in one. Although I know I'm still going to be a mom after May 29 (graduation day), it won't be the same. Ever again. We will continue to create new memories. There will be plenty of new photos taken and 20 years from now, I will want to jump into those for a moment I'm sure. 

But for today, I look at that photo above and miss the two kids in it. The word "love" took on a whole new meaning when they came along. Now, I'm going to close my eyes and jump into that photo for a moment. I'll be back shortly.