Beautifully updated and meticulously maintained, stately home on large corner lot. Mature shade trees, fenced private yard & natural light abound. Lrg covered front porch welcomes you into soaring foyer. Beautiful wood floors throughout home. Wonderful floor plan for entertaining-multiple living areas. Updated kitchen w/granite counters, stainless appliances, custom white cabinets, pass through to family room. Lrg dining room overlooks wooden deck & park-like yard. Bonus room/flex space perfect for home office, hobby or game room. 15 x 24 family room fits any large gathering. Refinished red oak floors upstairs. Lrg master w/2 closets, updated en suite bath. 3 large 2ndary bedrooms, updated hall bath. Newer roof, water heater, HVAC, hardi-board siding. Quiet, yet convenient community.
Friday, July 20, 2018
First of many posts and reflections on Vol State 2018. Full race reportto be written over next few weeks.
This is kind of a summary of the race/running part of it. There is a lot of human stuff to write about too, but I'm too emotionally drained to really be in touch with those reflections at this moment.
The first 2 days......I love love loved the whole thing..........being out there on the open road, just you, and the trees with nothing to do but run and eat.....what could be better? No work to attend do, no phone ringing..........oh except it was ringing, and I got offers on two of my listings..but that's a whole other story.
Legs and stomach cooperating, and the miles flew by as I stayed with the front of pack folks comfortably. Had a quick car nap at about 38 miles in and our car bed, car shower, and other camping gadgets were working famously. I felt clean, rested and ready to run all night in cooler temps.
I decided somewhere in Day 2 to change to a cute running skirt, rather than tried and tested comp shorts.....because it was a light color, not black, and shorter, so I'd be cooler of course. ....boy was this stupid, because the chafing was horrific.
Then, instead of putting on run goo and going back to the compression shorts, I stupidly switched to some very light shorts gym shorts that I usually use to just hang around after runs......why would I ever think these would be good to run in at Mile 150 of the longest run of my life........?
Day 3 brought on a whole new level of suffering. More horrible chafing on the legs and arms and rotten stomach made for a death march in hot sun to Columbia. I even borrowed a page from Dallas Smith and cut the liner out of said gym shorts, to no avail....the damage was done.
Maybe I just wasn't cut out for multi-day racing. Maybe I should stick to 50's and 100's..........heck, maybe I should hang it up and just go back to marathons................that's just crazy talk.
Shower, ice bath, foot care, dinner and sleep and I felt like a new person, even left the hotel early because I was so eager to get back on the road. running great. I felt so good that I scoffed when I took a tourist shot at the Bench of Despair. No despair here, just picture perfect endurance............ until about mile 207.....when stomach issues hit again, so another death march to Shelbyville stopping nearly every mile to go potty.
Again, a shower and slightly longer day of sleep helped and I ran well nearly 28 miles to Manchester.
Only 22 more to Monteagle where I'd probably feel so great that I would barely need to stop before I made the final 40 mile push.......ha.......little did I know then how completely ridiculous this statement was.
Legs felt great, and blisters under control.The stomach issues started earlier each day. I ran ok, but slower from Manchester to Pelham, but my stomach was slowing me down.
By the time I got up the huge climb to Monteagle, it was hot and sunny, and we were both making bad decisions. Should we go .7 off course for a clean hotel, nap and shower, or plod on? We went the wrong way for about .2, but that's a lot of extra walking in the heat.
After a road side shower, short nap, food, we plodded on, but I was reduced to a hobble due to my stomach. I was starting to develop blisters on tops of toes, but it did not affect my running/walking that much. Honestly, walking was worse than running to my feet, but I could not run because of my stomach.
I arrived at the top of the hill in Jasper, and I was pisssed.......dangit, I'm a runner, not a walker........these legs are made to run. I sprinted 9's the next 4 miles downhill and my stomach magically felt better. I was able to run/walk decently until Mile 300 Kimball!
Only 13.5 left! These miles surely would fly by and I'd be finished by midnight. It was time to feel horrible again.The longest half marathon of my life was about to happen.
The highway out of Kimball felt like a haunted house. From the cicadas, tree frogs, scary plants by the side of the road that looked alive, super loud and fast cars and trucks.
We made it to a place called New Hope and crossed over a bridge......this was where we were to notify the staff of our approach, so the last 10 miles were surely flat and easy..........not.
So many steep freaking hills, as I plodded on. Now both shins were throbbing, my stomach pains increased with every step, and I was certain I would die. What if my stomach pains were, instead of ultra tummy, in fact a terminal illness?
It was probably my liver..............yes, I am sure I have liver disease, or liver cancer or stomach cancer, caused by all those years of wine, and now these 4 days of way too much race food, Ibuprofen, Tums, chips, candy........
If I was gonna die, I'd rather hurry home and die in my bed, see my dog, and friends and family one last time. I begged Bill to just pull the plug and take me back to our hotel in Kimball.
But, Bill Page, my soulmate and true love knows me too well to let me quit....and have to listen to how me whine about it for the next year......and have to come back and crew me again so I can finish. He's way smarter than that!
And so we continued on, me staggering up the road and Bill following me urging me onward, offering food and fluids. 8 miles left! More up, up, up.......and then a right turn........
Now it's really going up, straight up........who puts a mountain at the end of a 314 mile race........I am sure there are flat ways to enter Georgia. This stupid......I'm done with these longer races.......going back to focus on 5ks now.......gonna finally get that sub 20, maybe even a marathon PR.....since I am obviously not cut out for multi days.
Oh yay........we are entering Alabama.....but still going uphill. I nearly lost my balance a few times, and I often felt dizzy.......because I probably was dying of some strange GI disease. I could see sky, so we were almost to the top. But dangit, where is Georgia? About 5 miles away!!!
I continued to bargain with Bill about quitting, but his response was merely.......we have 5 days to rest in the car, so you only have to cover 1 mile a day........which flavor of Tailwinds do you want next.
BUT WHAT IF I AM DYING? YOU'LL FEEL BAD FOR GIVING ME ONLY TAILWINDS AS MY LAST MEAL!
And this went on for a few more hours, as we navigated the last 5 miles of this brutal race just footsteps at a time, with lots of crying, whining and lying down in between.
Two guys moving along much better than me passed me like I was standing still. They had been 5 miles behind me just a few hours ago.......it was like the Spartathlon Mountain all over again.
They encouraged me, moving along in a spirited fashion.....and they had neither a crew, nor a mobile bedroom/bathroom like me. If I quit now I really am a wuss...........ok, let's do this!!!
Finally, the gates of the farm. It was surreal and foggy, and probably very beautiful if you are not dying. I staggered onwards through fields on a dirt road, past carefully lined up trees and plants.
I was going to finish!!!!! We entered the finishing area and I was guided to an uneven outcropping above a steep drop-off.I bent over and touched the rock as my finish was was proclaimed to have occurred.
I was a lot less enthusiastic about finishing than I am now, and I'm sure I sounded like a jerk as I complained about those last 8 miles. In such a depleted state, there is no way to control what we say or do, we are so raw and stripped down.
We stayed at the finish for just a few moments, because it was time to finally rest, and hopefully postpone my impending death by stomach disease for just a little while longer.
I have not fully absorbed this whole Vol State experience and how it has changed and will change me going forward. I am proud that I achieved my goal and finished what I feel is the hardest thing I have ever done in 4 days, 20 hours, 27 minutes and 24 seconds. Full report to come at some later time (no, this is not the full story, but i know it is long).
I am also so humbled by all of your texts, messages, and posts of encouragement over the last 5 days. I am so lucky to have a great community of people on my side who accept me for who I am, and believe in me more than I do sometimes.
I am also very grateful to be raising money for Marathon High on this journey. Thank you for all who have supported me and this fabulous free running program for teens.
Monday, July 9, 2018
I have not always been athletic, and I have not always been a runner. I have also not always been the happy go lucky, confident, comfortable with who I am person you know today. Life can be hard, with many bumps in the road.
At the age of 30 I discovered running, and I never looked back. I still had ups and downs in my life, but being a runner helped me look at these obstacles differently, and feel diferently about myself. Running and being active became a great tool for me to deal with stress, and express who I am.
Once my business started to grow, I started to look for ways to give back, but I wanted to do more than write a check. I heard about Marathon High, so I asked about being a sponsor. I came to an All School Run, and I was so impressd with the teens running together, the encouraging atmosphere, the coaches working with them to cover a long distance. This is what I want to do.
Now I have been a coach at Douglas Anderson High School for 3 years, and I continue to sponsor and promote this amazing organization. Marathon High is the single most rewarding and important thing I've done outside of work in a long time.
Teenagers are amazing, smart, interesting, kind, thoughtful and many more wonderful adjectives that come to mind. But they have pressures coming at them from so many directions, with few good outlets to deal with this pressure.
Marathon High gives teens the gift of running, working towards a big goal together, reaching smaller goals along the way through commitment, perseverance, overcoming obstacles. We run together 3 times per week for 4 months, welcome all ability levels, and run a half marathon together at the end of each season.
I see so much growth in our students during the season and from year to year. I know we are making a positive difference for them. I also see a lot of magic happen for our coaches and parents.
Marathon High has inspired me immeasurably to work hard to help others, to be the best person I can be for my loved ones, to be a role model for our youth, and to run an honest business where I always try to do the right thing.
In July I will be running 314 miles across Tennessee as part of the Vol State Road Race. I will be running these miles in support of teens and Marathon High. Two of my students designed this awesome logo for me.
I am very grateful to be able to run far and spread the gift of a healthy active lifestyle, and a better feeling of self to as many teens in our area as possible. I hope you will help me spread the word and support teenagers.
Teenagers are really pretty awesome, and I feel if we lift them up that our future and theirs will be bright. Running does not solve all the problems in the world, but it sure does change a lot of things for the better.
Running Changes Everything! Running together, breaking limitations.
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Thursday, June 21, 2018
I believe wholeheartedly that Running Changes Everything, and taking that first step back in 2001 transformed my life forever. I’ll post that whole story on my blog for those interested. Fast forward a few years, and I’m a healthy, happy, active professional surrounded by awesome friends, a career I love, and the most loving, caring man in my life. I have no regrets that I didn’t run in my younger years, but what if I had that outlet back then?
Let’s face it, life is more complicated and stressful than it once was. Teens face many pressures to look, be, act and succeed. What if there was a healthy way to relieve stress and somehow ease the path of self-discovery? Then I found Marathon High! We challenge teens to commit and train for a half marathon. Together we prepare and face this goal while we grow, overcome obstacles, have fun and learn life’s lessons.
Marathon High is one of the most rewarding things I have ever done, and it inspires me every day to be the best I can. I coach, sponsor, and fundraise, but I wanted to challenge myself to do something out of my comfort zone. I’m going to run 314 miles across Tennessee in a few weeks to raise money for Marathon High, and complete the Vol State Road Race. The training is very challenging, and a race this long is new and scary.
What will it feel like to run day after day? How will I deal with the heat? Will I be safe in the dark? What if I get injured or lost? What if I can’t do it? I want to prove to myself that I can do anything I put my mind to, and be a good role model for my teens! I am also doing this run as a fundraiser, and I am so humbled by the support I have received so far.
As you can tell, the real estate market has been crazy this year, so I’ve been sneaking in workouts between closings, showings, and meetings…..showering at the gym, or pouring water over my head by the car…….then racing off to the next thing!
We have had a few fun weekends away to unplug just a little. Bill and I both ran the Strolling Jim 42miler in Wartrace, Tennessee, for a little practice on the hills, and social time with some ultra legends. I raced hard, but just could not keep the fast pace of the early miles going later in the race, so had to settle for third female and a little slower than last year. We had a blast staying in Chattanooga and I did a nice recovery run around their beautiful riverfront area.
Last weekend we spent four beautiful days in New Hampshire on Lake Winnipesaukee, and I got in some much needed sleep, plus back to back training days on hills. The weather was beautiful and I tried to run all the way around the lake, but the hills beat up my legs, and I settled for just 51 miles. It was bike week, so we enjoyed seeing all the colorful bikes all over the place.
On the last day we managed a summit of Mt. Washington, at 6288 feet, the highest point in New Hampshire. This mountain is most famous for its unpredictable weather and high winds, the highest recorded wind speed on earth until just recently. It’s hard to believe many have died on this mere 9 mile round trip hike, with no technical climbing.
The hike was very visually demanding on me, because I have an impairment where I do not see in 3D, so I trip over rocks and uneven surfaces. I have never let this limit my activities, so people often just think I am very clumsy. The last 1.5 miles were a boulder scramble to remember, but we made it in under four hours. It was particularly memorable to complete this hike with Bill, his brother and teenage daughter, plus their dog!
Just three more weeks of training, and I’ll be off to Dorena Landing, Missouri to take the ferry to the start of the 2018 Vol State Road Race. In the meantime, I’ll close over one million in sales in June, and prepare for a few more closings to take place in July.
Thank you for trusting me for your real estate needs. I would be very appreciative if you would recommend me to your family, friends and co-workers.
I hope everyone has a safe and fun Summer with family and friends!
Monday, June 11, 2018
Maggie Forever in My Heart……That is what my new bracelet says. When I bought my first home on Ponce de Leon Avenue, it was the first time I had lived alone. I was not sure I was ready for a dog, with my chaotic work/life schedule, but Maggie found me, and I would never be the same. I was listing a pre-foreclosure home, and its occupants were having to get rid of her when they moved, and take her to the Humane Society.
Maggie had endless energy whenever I would visit this home, barking, jumping, wagging, smiling, showing me her toys, and her owners said she was already a good runner. I decided to take her home for a weekend to see how it was…….well, we all know how that goes….I now had a young, energetic dog. I was determined to “train” her, and not be one of “those people” who let their dogs rule the house……but within a day or two she was sleeping in my arms, having dinner with me on the couch, and basically being catered to in every way.
She was instantly my shadow, my best friend, and she was there for every up and down of life. Our running was awesome, even though she pulled for the first few miles. I was so amazed she would learn our routes through San Jose by heart. Maggie loved to play tag, hide and seek, keep away, catch (although she had horrible eye mouth coordination like her mom).
Also like her mom, she was hyper active, anxious at times, and expressive. I always knew what was on her mind…..if she was really sad or sick, or just “playing” me to get something she wanted. She was a born networker, and quickly got to know all the neighborhood dogs, as well as my friends and running partners.
We often went on dates out to dinner, running errands, or play days at the dog park. Maggie consoled me with kisses and loving eyes when I had bad days. She was perfect in every way, and I never had a lonely day with her at my side. She patiently wore all the silly costumes I brought home for various holidays, posed next to real estate signs, and faithfully perched next to me while I worked.
Bella came into our lives much in the same way, and they became best friends. They squabbled over toys, treats, best spot on the bed, but they had each other’s back and mine. I learned to run with both of them, and I drove them like a sleigh on our favorite San Jose routes.
Both dogs started to age, and I knew that neither of them would live forever. They still displayed unparalleled enthusiasm when I arrived home, or before a car trip or walk. The runs and walks gradually became shorter and slower, but still so much fun. Bella has an endless stream of ailments, but Maggie was always perfectly healthy, smart, talented and above all, loving.
Maggie’s eye started to get worse, but so did mine. One of my favorite parts of every day, was settling down for sleep every night, with snuggles from both of them. Maggie was always at my feet, and Bella would wriggle up right between Bill and I.
Last Saturday, Maggie did not eat breakfast, but that was not unusual, as she had always been a little finicky about food. We settled down with a movie, and Maggie stayed on the floor. I brought her a treat, and she would not get off the floor. I tried to lift her up, but she just collapsed back down. The look in her eyes said it all…….something was very wrong.
We scooped her up in a blanket and rushed to the ER vet. Talk about sad places…..death and sickness were everywhere. Maggie could not stand up, so they took her back immediately. After waiting for what seemed like forever, I saw the vet. I could not believe his words………..Maggie was bleeding internally from a mass on her spleen. We went over options, none of which sounded great. I visited with her, and she was so weak, barely showing any emotion other than tired.
I knew where we were headed, but I could not bear to make that decision just yet. I left her there to see if some miracle happened during the night, or for some clear direction of the best plan for my precious child. Was she in pain? Was she scared? Why didn’t I notice this sooner? Was I too focused on Bella’s health, so I neglected Maggie?
I slept fitfully and the vets called me twice during the night. They had to give Maggie blood, because she was still bleeding and very anemic. Then, they wanted to give her plasma, because she was not clotting. We rushed to the vet to see her, and I was about to make one of the toughest decisions of my life.
I knew countless friends who had lost dogs, and I always expressed my sympathies, but I never understood just how much it hurt, and how hard it was to go through that. After all, it was only a pet, not a human being, so how could it compare with the loss of a friend or relative. Boy, was I wrong.
We were in a room with Maggie. She lay on the floor on a blanket, and I sat close, petting and talking to her. She acknowledged my presence, but barely showed any emotion or excitement. The look in her eyes was mostly tired, but also understanding, as if she was telling me it was ok to let her go. There was no fight there, no agenda to race ahead on a run, or steal Bella’s toys…..just acceptance.
I continued to caress her, telling her how much I loved her, and how she’s always be my first dog. I told her that Bella would miss her, and that we’d think of her every single day. The doctor came in to the room to ask us what we wanted to do. I could barely get the words out, that I was ready to put her down, because it was a lie………I was not ready at all……..but I knew this was the best option for Maggie.
There were other tests and probes, and procedures we could do, on some outside chance, but really I would just be keeping her alive and causing her unnecessary pain and suffering…..just so I could take my time saying goodbye. It was time. I held Maggie in my arms, and the tears started to come. I started saying, “I love you Maggie, I will run with you again one day,” as I sobbed uncontrollably.
I was so scared when the vet came back in. I held her as he administered the two syringes of fluid. I thought it would be gruesome, but it was so peaceful. Maggie took a few more breaths, and smiled as she looked up at me in love. I repeated “I love you Maggie,” over and over again, as she went to sleep for the last time. I continued to hold her for what seemed to be forever, because I didn’t want to leave her. I finally gave her a final kiss on her sweet head, and told her I’d see her again one day.
I spent the rest of the next few days crying and reliving the weekend. I could not believe my grief, which is undoubtedly the most I have cried over any death ever, and more than I have cried in a long time. My mind flooded with memories of Maggie, and our wonderful 11 years together. Every time I arrive home I expect to see Maggie in her familiar places.
We cannot control or avoid death. However, we can choose to make the most of every day with the people we love the most. My San Jose house is special to me, but my pets, husband, parents and friends who shared time with me there truly made it a home.
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
This Article from Realtor Magazine explains the options now available to Military personnel applying for a VA loan.
New Loan Option Could be Boon for Veterans
Purchase-rehab loans, recently unveiled by the Department of Veterans Affairs, would cover renovation costs and provide another avenue for military vets to take advantage of no-down VA loans.
MAY 2018 | BY ROBERT FREEDMAN
About a month ago, the Department of Veterans Affairs released long-awaited guidelines for 100 percent financed purchase-rehabilitation loans for military veterans, a move that real estate professionals hailed as a much-needed option during the REALTORS® Legislative Meetings & Trade Expo in Washington, D.C., on May 16.
Carol Mitchell, an executive at Atlantic Bay Mortgage Group—one of the first lenders to offer the loan—told members of the National Association of REALTORS’ Federal Finance Committee that it’s a way for veterans to get the benefits of a no-down VA-backed loan for a home that could meet the agency’s property standards after rehabilitation. “You can get the rehab done with part of the purchase loan,” Mitchell said.
Greg Nelms, chief of loan policy for the VA Loan Guaranty Service, said the agency made its guidelines broad and flexible so lenders can add overlays that make sense for them. Atlantic Bay Mortgage, which is licensed to originate VA loans in 40 states, caps the rehab component of the loan at $31,100 and permits an additional $3,900 to cover fees, inspection costs, and construction contingencies of up to 15 percent of the loan amount.
The rehab work, which is limited to repairs and upgrades, must be completed within 90 days of receiving a loan. The money cannot be used for structural additions, although a buyer could add a room if it doesn’t involve removing a load-bearing wall. The appraisal must support the purchase price plus the improvements, a termite certificate has to be issued before the loan can be approved, and the buyer can’t act as the general contractor.
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Monday, May 28, 2018
Is a day set aside to remember with gratitude and pride all those who served and died for our country and our freedom. A day to Thank those who still serve to protect us. May your day be filled with Memories, Honor, Blessings and Peace.
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