Monday, December 05, 2005

Winter Garden couple doesn't slow down much, even for cancer

This is an Article about Jeff's Sister and Brother-in-law from the Orlando Sentinel.

Marty Gaal Special to the Sentinel Posted December 2, 2005

Karen Trainor and Greg Trainor like to sweat.

The Winter Garden couple, both triathletes and runners, frequently train together. They're currently getting ready for the Jacksonville Marathon on Dec. 18 and the Miami Marathon in late January.

A mutual friend introduced them at a group run in Winter Park in 2001, but it wasn't until a few months later that they started dating.

"Greg and I hit it off immediately," Karen said. "He asked me out for Valentine's Day about a week ahead of time, I accepted, and we had so much fun together!"

The Trainors' joy was interrupted, though, when soon after they began dating, Karen discovered she had an aggressive form of basal cell skin cancer. Morphea, or sclerosing basal cell carcinoma, appears as a scarlike, firm plaque. What Karen thought was a routine checkup was just the beginning of a long ordeal.

"That same month, I was diagnosed with cancer and had to undergo extensive surgery followed by six weeks of radiation treatments,'' Karen said.

"Greg met my parents for the first time in the hospital waiting room. He showed up with balloons and a big smile."They knew they had found someone special.

"We were married on July 24, 2004," Karen said.

Said Mara Frazier of Mount Dora, who has known Karen for 13 years: "I am so proud to have Karen for a friend. Whether it's logging 20-plus hours of training per week for a race or working full time as a speech pathologist and helping others conquer their own challenges, she is determined, focused and always accomplishes her goals with grace and gratitude."

Greg Trainor, a logistics manager for an air cargo company, said he tries to run with his wife once or twice a week.

"More than that is tough because of our work schedules,'' Greg said. "During the triathlon season, we'll do a lot of biking with our bike club in Windermere. She knows I'm her biggest fan."

Said Karen: "Greg encourages and supports me in all facets of my life, especially by helping me achieve balance with work, racing, family and friendships and our marriage. Most importantly, he makes me laugh and graciously lets me tease him."

Greg has completed five Ironman races since taking up the sport in 1996, the most recent one being the Ironman Coeur d'Alene in 2004. "Triathlon became addicting and, more importantly, a way of life. Karen and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Karen's best moment in sports came in 2002 while preparing for her first half-Ironman.

She still was undergoing radiation treatment.

"Training for hours on my bike and running in the summer heat while going through radiation was grueling,'' said Karen, 33. "Ironically, the goal empowered me and lifted my spirits.

"Seeing that finish line was never sweeter!"

Said Orlando triathlete Carey Kosson: "Karen always has a positive attitude in all that she does, professionally, personally, and athletically, and that positive attitude is genuine and contagious.

''On a typical weekday, Karen and Greg are up at 5 a.m. for training, put in a full day of work, then often get in another workout before dinner.

The weekends may include a three-hour run and an even longer bike ride during the summer. They also swim, lift weights and still find time to meet up with friends.

"If everything was easy, it wouldn't be much fun," said Karen.

And the best part? Karen is cancer free.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Spoil Island

The weather, the water and the company were just right this past Thanksgiving weekend as most of the Castaways Against Cancer hopped in their kayaks for a day of paddling.

Bob, in his first paddling excursion since kicking the crap out of cancer, Craig, who is about to be a new dad, OB, who was glad to not be in a classroom, and I spent most of Saturday in the waters off Key Largo.

We launched from the shore behind Florida Bay Outfitters at about 8:00am. The sky was clear, the water was cold and the bodies were untested. The four of us hadn't been on the water much since last summer's trip, so it was good to put some water behind us.

The small armada of kayaks turned south on Blackwater Sound and headed for Adam's Cut as we traded updates on families and jobs.

As our four kayaks spilled out into Largo Sound, Craig's rudder cable snapped. After trying to stop at one mangrove island, we successfully found a semi-sandy shore on another. Craig was able to rig up his rudder, while the Tire Iron earned his nickname.

With the sea air firmly in our lungs, we pressed on and started tooling down the channel that connects Largo Sound to the ocean. We paddled alongside open fishermen, catamarans, flats boats, jet skis and dive boats, trying to ride the wake of each one as far as we could.

Once we reached the ocean, we spotted two small islands on the north side of the channel. We found out later these are called the Spoil Islands. Despite the shallows, we managed to reach the far one for a break. The island is shaped like a comma and we landed the boats next to what looked like a nice swimming hole on the north side. The water was too cold for a swim test.

After circling the island on foot, we entertained the thought of using the island as a campground on night two of our 2006 trip. Even if we don't use it, it's always good to find another emergency dump-out spot.

Craig spotted a bunch of trap markers that had washed ashore and he started collecting them. He says they're going to add atmosphere to his hot tub. Then we took a seat on a wooden pallet and enjoyed a cold, adult beverage, toasting our upcoming 7th-annual adventure.

After about a half-hour, we climbed back in the boats and headed back to the mainland. We fought the current in the channel and then the wind and chop in Largo Sound. Back in Adam's Cut, we noticed more activity in the mansion's than we're use to seeing. Snowbirds must be back.

Back in Blackwater Sound, I put the new Solstice GTS to the test and let out a little gas. The boat can fly. I took a detour though when I spotted a sailboat washed ashore and stuck in the mangroves. It was clearly Hurricane Wilma damage and I snapped a picture.

Back on the shore, we checked in with our friends at FBO: Frank, Greg, Joel and Nic. They poked holes in some of the Miami rumors that had the Caribbean Club sold and FBO in trouble. However, Hobo's, a hotel and two neighboring marinas have been bought out by future condos. I believe a ride at Disney World calls that "progress."

The good news: most of the Castaways got together, Bob was back on the water healthy, we paddled, the weather was great and the beer was cold. The bad news: none. Unless you count the loss of my Celtic cross. Stupid chain clasp is busted.

Until next time, row well and live. Stay tuned for more details on CAC 2006!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Banana River


I finally got her wet.

The brand new, bright yellow Current Designs Solstice GTS has seen the water and she likes it. Grrr. A few weeks back, I loaded up the new boat, as well as, "the barge" -- my old 13-foot, 8-inch sit-on-top called "The Ride." It's made by Wilderness Systems.

I went over to the Space Coast to see my buddy Kevin, a charter member of the Bizarro Gang and now colleague with the Boy Scouts. I wanted to go paddling and he wanted to go surfing. I convinced him the new boat had to get wet first.

We found a bridge and put in along the Banana River, which runs parallel between the Intracoastal/Indian River and the Atlantic. We paddled south to the end of Merritt Island, a long, skinny piece of land, which features beautiful home after beautiful home. He had told me several times before about this massive dragon, which had fallen into the sea. Apparently, the story goes, a family built the tall dragon at the southern point of the island for their kids, but the salt water and weather ate away at the structure and it was torn down. A new homeowner came in and decided not to rebuild the dragon. So, now it lies in crumbles along the high, rocky shore.

We paddled from the bridge south to the point, about a 5-mile run. The water was dirty brown and not at all welcoming, but we did spot a family of rolling dolphins. Always a beautiful sight. Kevin, who is new to paddling, struggled a bit with the sit-on-top. His back was bothering him as he searched for his rhythm and stroke. The Solstice paddled like a dream. It tracks perfectly straight and picks up a fair amount of speed with little effort. But at 17-feet, 8-inches, it does not turn on a dime.

When we reached the dragon, we took some pictures and hopped out of the boats. The water next to the rocks is about waist deep and the bottom is hard. We enjoyed a couple of adult beverages, laughed over stories in the sunshine and then switched boats.

Kevin paddled back against the current in the Solstice and I took helm of the sit-on-top. What a difference. I have no idea how I paddled that barge to Nest Key, Short Key and all of the other places I forced it. Kevin immediately felt the benefits of a touring boat and found a strong paddling rhythm on the return trip.

Despite the fun we had, the 10-miles we put in and the joy I got from the new boat, I've promised Kevin the next time I go to the coast, we'll go surfing.

Until next time,
Tin Cup Chalice

Friday, September 16, 2005

Home Is Where The House Landed

Hello everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that I'm alive and well. The unfortunate news is that my home in Pass Christian, MS was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. The good news is that I survived without incident and was able to salvage a good deal of clothing, miscellaneous items that withstood being underwater, and most of my kayak gear. Ok, not exactly high on the 'important things' list, but I would have been upset if I'd lost my paddle. I didn't want any references to being up a creek, thank you.

I extend my thanks and appreciation to all of you who have offered every form of support since the storm. I'm deeply touched by the love and generosity. Hundreds of thousands of lives were drastically altered on August 29th.. I am but one of many. I will make it through this. I consider myself quite fortunate. Please think of those who are without hope, struggling to keep it together, and fighting for survival in the new world that lays before them.

God Bless.


We Will Rebuild..

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Jeff Is Safe

I have not personally talked to Jeff, but he is safe. He is going back to his home in Mississippi to recover what he can. Our brother is in need of some help. If you can help, All donations can be mailed to:

Fugro Chance
c/o Gerri Knott / Jeff and Jim
200 Dulles Dr
Lafayette, La. 70506

phone (if needed) (337) 268-3210

Gerri will collect all the items as they come in and make sure they get to Jeff and Jim in a timely manner. Any checks can be made out to either Jim Heslin or Jeff Croucher. There are things in place so that they will be able to get the checks cashed. Other items to possibly send would be gift cards (Walmart, Home Depot, etc) or small care packages. All of the money and items sent will be given to the guys and they will work out between them how they will divide and use them. Please understand that it is the intention to help both and that a check made out to either will be shared by both.

Lets help out our brother in his time of need.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

new boat & Heffe

Paddlers, Pirates & Cancer Haters,

Welcome to our wonderful little corner of the World Wide Web. Our 6th-annual kayak trip is in our wake and the team is looking forward to year #7!

I am fired up because I just picked up a little slice of heaven. I went down to Florida Bay Outfitters in Key Largo, our favorite paddle shop in the world, and got the boat of my dreams: a Current Designs, Solstice GTS, High Volume. It's 17-feet, 8-inches long. It's bow and stern hatches are flush with the deck, which is yellow. The hull is white. (learn more at www.cdkayak.com) I plan to use it in lakes, rivers, canals and the Atlantic over the next year before I use it on our long trip next June.

Speaking of water, much of the Gulf coast is under it today. One of our beloved team members, Jeff, lives along the coast in Mississippi. I know he's okay, but I'm not so sure about his stuff. Here's hoping your stuff is okay, Jeff. We're thinking of you...

Friday, August 26, 2005

Welcome


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