| CAST OF CHARACTERS: | |||||||||||||||||
| Andrea - First person I met in Chicago. 'Hello my name is Heather and my friend Jim gave me your number. Wouldn't you like to take me out for pizza?' | |||||||||||||||||
| Aunt Paula - Cyber cheerleader, fellow Buffalo Bills fan and support network. Wonderful having her and Uncle Jim in Erie at the Half Marathon. | |||||||||||||||||
| Coach Bob - Person with the formidable task of turning this 'non-jock' into an athlete. Known for his tell it like it is no nonsense advice and sarcastic whit. | |||||||||||||||||
| Colette/sister - Most awesome sister in the world and inspiration/technical support for this website. Author of Rock and Roll novel 'Won't Get Fooled Again' featured on her own website. | |||||||||||||||||
| Dad and Joanna - Great supporters and spectators at all of my ground breaking runs. Willing to drive for hours and get up at the crack of dawn to see me race. | |||||||||||||||||
| Ed - First person I met at South Florida Strider's beach run. Encouraged me when I could barely do 3 miles and convinced me that I could make it a lifestyle. He could be right... | |||||||||||||||||
| Esther - Chicago friend/future spectator for Marathon. Cheering for me to finish so that she can have the shiny silver blanket given out at the finish line as her souvenier for supporting me | |||||||||||||||||
| Jeannette/college roommate - Soccer/Gymnastics Mom to Matthew and Paige and still a friend even after living with an unmade bed (not hers) in our dorm room for an entire year | |||||||||||||||||
| Lois - Sunday morning partner on marathon training long runs and inspiration on the track and hills. Living proof that running is the Fountain of Youth. | |||||||||||||||||
| Matt - Another Chicago friend. The first person I told about my desire to run the Marathon and he didn't make me feel like I was crazy. He usually thinks that I'm a little bit 'loopy'. | |||||||||||||||||
| Paul and Melissa/brother and sister in law - It takes one super cool couple to get married in Las Vegas by Elvis. My siblings aren't the least bit quirky are they? When I am so normal? | |||||||||||||||||