It's 5:50 on Tuesday afternoon and I've got some randomness to share.

Thoughts on Frankenstorm:

  • It did indeed hit. I spent most of last night flipping between the weather channel and cnn, with a few flips to the Monday Night Football to help keep me from having a full out anxiety attack. Not so much for what was happening here in my town, but elsewhere. NYU hospital, Lord have mercy.
  • I would love to share some pictures of our snow, but I'm still in my snowman PJs and haven't been outside except to clean off the satellite dish earlier this morning. Priorities people.
  • We have about 3 - 4 inches here in town, but within 30 minutes of us there is upwards of 7+ and in the mountains, there are feet of snow.
  • I've decided that it is all of the stores that have their Christmas stuff out early are the cause of all this October snow - poor Mother Nature is confused. Heck, even my Christmas cactus, Nick, has already started blooming. Silly plant.
Thoughts on Social Media:

  • It's definitely a love/hate thing, but I definitely kept up to date on storm coverage via Twitter and Facebook last night and today.
  • I've discussed my specific love/hate with Facebook groups 'round here before, but it got me thinking, would those of you on FB be interested in a Catholic IFers FB group? I know we have our blogs and I don't see the group changing my blogging habits, but sometimes i've got a question or need a quick prayer request. It can be a "secret" group - that's a technical FB term, really - that means it doesn't show up in your timeline or anything - basically what happens in the group, stays in the group :). Let me know if anyone is interested and I'll create it. (You can email me if you'd prefer that to a comment: RebeccaWVU02 at gmail dot com.)
  • I will be so. freakin. happy. when this election is over.
My Dad:

  • He just called to tell me his surgery will last 6 hours. Yikes that's a long time. We are meeting at the hospital 6am and he's scheduled for 9am. My kindle is fully charged and I'll be taking my phone charger.
  • The calm, sensible part of me says "he's in great hands, the surgeon is very optimistic, he's in good health, and it's only 1/2 a lung they are removing, you don't need 2 full lungs."
  • The panicky side of me says "but your grandpap (dad's dad) went in to have 1/2 a lung removed, ended up having 1 1/2 lungs removed, and didn't leave the hospital alive."
  • To which the calm part says again "but your pap smoked like a chimney and had major lung cancer."
  • Hmm, maybe I should have some wine before bed tonight.

  • WVU plays on Saturday at 3:00pm. We host TCU.
  • The guy who wrote the special arrangement of Country Roads for WVU's Marching Band is going to be there and at half-time they are bringing a baby grand piano onto the field and he is going to play with the band. Sounds like fun to me.
  • So far, the weather is sunny and cool. I'll take cool if it means we get sun.
  • If WVU doesn't win...well, let's just say it's probably best I don't go there.
I think that is all. Told you it would be random. This is what happens when I get a day off and I don't change out of my snowman PJs. Perhaps it's a good thing I work most days?


Quick Takes

1. It seems that my Quick Takes are becoming updates on my Dad. His first surgery went very well and the results were what we were hoping for. It is not lung cancer. He will be having his second surgery this coming Wednesday - Halloween in the middle of what is apparently the worst storm ever. They will be removing the lower lobe of his left lung. The amazing thing is they are most likely going to be able to do this through laprascopic-style incisions and, barring any complications, he will not have to have his chest cut open. This, I think, was the news that made us all the most at ease. Thank-you for the prayers thus far, if you could please continue to pray, I will be very grateful!

2. So, this storm. I've heard it called Frankenstorm and also Snoreastercane.  I'm hoping we stick more on the rain side of the wet than the s-word side of the wet. I'm not ready for the white stuff just yet. Either way, it should be pretty much miserable weather all next week, see:
3. This week has gone like this: Monday morning leave at normal time to head to airport for a 4 day board meeting at a retreat center outside of Atlanta + Arrive home Thursday evening at normal time = what feels like the longest day ever. But now, it's Friday, so it kinda feels like the shortest week ever. If you can follow this logic I don't know whether to be impressed or scared that someone else thinks like this :).

4. I am so glad the election season is almost over. It is really starting to hurt my soul. The fighting, the negativity, all of it. Somehow we have all lost sight of the fact that the people we vilify are human beings just like us. I am astounded at the lies that are spread as fact and the fact that so few people actually seem to care. I am feeling the weight of it all in ways I didn't know were possible.

5.This is a photo of the Mountaineer (WVU's mascot) atop Seneca Rocks in West Virginia. Yea, it's awesome here.

6.  I am approaching my second round of HCG injections. Last cycle's went well, except for the night I bent the tip of the needle getting the HCG out of the vial just enough that it was painful and caused a tiny bit of bleeding. I was much more careful from then on. If the random bleeding is going to return this cycle, it will be within the next couple of days as well. Such fun things to look forward to...

7. It is Friday, and it is football season. But, with a weird mix of glad and sad, there is no football game to get ready for tomorrow. We've lost our last 2 games. And by lost, I mean been beaten horribly in all aspects of the game. So, the good news of this weekend is we can't lose. The bad news is, there is no Mountaineer football and 2 weeks is a long time for the team to brood over the losses. I can only hope there are some lessons being learned.

Have a great weekend and don't forget to visit Jen for more Quick Takes!


Let's Go Mountaineers!

They're #4. We're #13.

Our season goes as this game goes.

It's a night game.

In Morgantown.

Let's gooooooooo Mountaineers!!!!!!


3 for 3

Well, I'm 3 for 3 so far, and I'm not sure it's a good thing.

The first 3 facebook groups I've been a part of, I've left.

I realize it's mostly just my thin skin and needing to get over myself.

I realize that no one means any harm by the posts.

I realize I should probably just speak up and call people's attention to the insensitivity of their comments.

I don't. I can't. I won't.

Partly because I don't want to be all "poor me, I'm IF and what you said hurt me."

Partly because I don't want to become the "IF Poster Child" of the group.

And partly because there is an innocence that I hate to ruin.

So, I leave.

I say nothing and I leave.

Frankly, I probably never should've joined in the first place - groups for Catholic women and NFP users are obviously going to be all about babies.

I think I'll just stick to my football groups...although the fact that someone in that group said Richmond was the capital of West Virginia puts it in jeopardy as well.

I started to hit "publish" here. To let this little temper tantrum stand all on it's own, but just as my mouse hoovered over the button, the question "what exactly do you expect then?" entered my brain.

So, what do I expect?

I'm not sure. I just know that so far the groups haven't worked for me.

I wish I could laugh at conversations about the perfect month to get pregnant, not having any children because I'm a newlywed, or winging it in my charting.

I wish I could be happy when someone is worried they might be pregnant and find out they aren't - even though they knew full well their behavior might create a baby.

I know this is all just normal Catholic woman with normal fertility talk.

And maybe it's more about jealousy than anything else.

So, unfortunately, I don't know what I expect, and I think that is ultimately why I leave.

I don't fit in. And even if I become a mother some day, I won't fit in, not really.

I found the club and the island to which I belong.

I wish not a single one of us were on this island or in this club, but I am grateful that I am not alone.


First Cycle Review

It's been a while since I updated what is going on with the medical side of our IF. I had my first cycle review with P+7 blood work this past cycle, so I figure now is as good a time as any (I also updated our timeline as well):

At my appointment with Dr. D. in August, she ran a bunch of tests, with results being:

Positive for beta strep group - treated with amoxicillin for me.
Positive for ureaplasma - treated with doxycycline for me and The Man.
Thyroid within normal limits, but a bit high for TTC (3.19) - treated with 25 micrograms of Synthroid/day

17-hydroxyprogesterone was normal.
Other cultures were negative.

I also started a low dose of fem.ara and post-peak HCG on P+3, 5, 7, & 9. I survived giving myself shots, with extreme gratitude to the pharmacist who taught me how to do them!

My P+7 labs showed:

The Synthroid is working, my thyroid was within normal limits (and I was not surprised by this as I've had much more energy the last few weeks).
Estrodial - 106.1 - she said this was good (anyone know the range they are looking for?)
Progesterone 18.2 - she also said this was good (again, anyone know the range they are looking for?)

Finally, Dr. D. recommended a sonohysterogram or a saline sonohysterogram to look for endometrial polyps as a possible cause for the random brown bleeding.

I sort of feel like we are heading down a rabbit hole. Prior to my surgery, I knew there was something wrong and when the endometriosis was found along with the blocked tubes, I was so hopeful and yet, I just knew there was more. Now it seems like instead of reaching the answers, there are more twists and turns than anything else. I know it's all part of the process and that it is leading us towards better health and possibly parenthood. Sometimes, it just seems like a lot.


Race Recap

I'm still waiting for "official" results and hopefully a good picture or two, but I didn't want to wait too long to recap my half marathon from yesterday.

Weather - was ab.so.lute.ly. per.fect. Honestly, if I had described the weather that I would like best for a race, I couldn't have done as awesome as what we got. Chilly enough before the start that we were walking around in our pants and super grateful to The Man for coming down before the starting gun so we could disrobe one layer and stash our cell phones. Then, the sun was out, but there were enough clouds in the sky that it wasn't a constant sunshine; the clouds mixed with the bends and turns of the rail trail along the river and the trees and hills on the other side made for a great mix of sun and shade. The breeze (while going in the wrong direction for the last 2 miles) was awesome! Cool and light for the most part. I think my favorite part was the gorgeous views of fall leaves on the hillsides and the leaves falling from the trees as I was running. I hope I never forget how awesome the weather was yesterday.

Route - Morgantown sits along the Monongahela River. There used to be railroad tracks right along the river and also heading toward the east from the river. Those railroad tracks are now what we call "rail trails" and are the only place you can find a flat place to run in this town. We started at the intersection of the two trails and headed north towards Star City, where we turned around and headed back past the starting line south just past Med Express (about 1.5 miles), where we turned around and headed back towards the starting line again. This time, we turned right and headed east until just past Marilla Park where we turned around and headed back the 2 miles to the finish line (same location as starting line). It was a nice mix of the 3 routes, while providing beautiful scenery. The one thing I will say is to date, all of my runs over 9 miles have included some hills. Initial thoughts were that was a good thing, but after running 13.1 flat miles, I have to say I'll have to add some distance training miles on the flat into my routine. As much as the uphills frustrate me, the downhills provide built in breaks and gravity to help keep one foot going in front of the other. On the flat, it was all under my power. I was really feeling it from about mile 10 on. The water stops were well spaced, though one more would've been nice at the 11.5/12 mile mark.

Awards & Swag - awesome! A long sleeved navy blue T-shirt with a giant gold leaf on the front and "Morgantown Half Marathon" with a WV on it (WVU sponsored the race). A cool teddy bear ice pack. A new reusable grocery bag. Hand sanitizer. And best of all, an awesome finishers medal hand made from pottery, see (thanks Sara, I totally stole borrowed your picture):

My Race - My goal was to finish in 2 1/2 hours. As we started I moved to the back of the pack, a bit nervous because there were only 200 racers and thinking it was possible I could actually be last. I gave myself a quick pep talk that first (ha!), last, or somewhere in the middle, my goal was to finish in less than 2:30 - that was it. I couldn't control how fast (or slow) anyone else was. As we started out, I had some issues with my iPod, I didn't wear it the way I usually do, and it was pulling off of my SPIBelt, so I had to adjust it and clip it to my sports bra. Once I got it situated, I was good to go. The first 6 miles, I felt really good and was super pleased with my pace, I also enjoyed counting the women that went past me (in the other direction as they had already turned) to let Sara know where she was in the rankings (she's been placing in lots of our races lately). As Sara and I passed we high fived and encouraged one another (it's what we do :)). As I neared mile 7 and passed the start line for the first time, I was giving myself a pep talk, because having to run past your finish line can mess with your brain. The next 3 miles I started to let myself realize that I was really running 13.1 miles and I had to keep myself focused and not think too far ahead. I approach most of my runs 1 mile at a time, watching my pace (I'm horrible at pacing myself by how I feel, my watch is crucial for this), and adjusting from there. I did get some slight pains in my left knee and right ankle, but nothing that concerned me physically, just messed with me mentally for a few yards. My mantra of "strong and powerful" comes in handy when the aches start up. As I approached miles 9 and 10 and my next pass by the start/finish line, I was starting to get excited and sore. I knew the last 3 miles very very well (many 5Ks in our town use that stretch of trail as the route), and I also knew there was a stretch that I hate. BUT, I was also heading past the place where my dad would have been watching me go by if he'd been there (quick side note: surgery went well, Dad is doing awesome, even got to go home earlier than we thought), but I knew he wouldn't be, so I decided that I was going to offer up this stretch of trail for my Dad. That when I wanted to walk, I would remind myself of his surgery and what he's facing and keep pushing through. I smiled as I went past where he would've been and cheered myself on (in his voice) in my head. Finally, I passed the last water stop and headed back for the final 2 miles. My legs were pretty much done and as I walked through the water stop (that's my personal race plan: run except through water stops, then walk so that I actually get a good drink of water and don't just spill it everywhere) I could feel them tightening up - it actually felt better to just keep running at this point. As I crossed mile 12, I crossed into new territory, I'd never run this far before. I knew exactly where I was on the trail and how much further I had to the end. Just past mile 12, I looked up and saw Sara running towards me - she'd already finished and headed back out to run in with me. She also had a bottle of water - at the exact spot I'd thought when I went by the first time "another water stop right here for the end would be nice". Mentally I was struggling, though completely determined to keep running as much as possible, at this point. Having Sara to chit chat with and some water to drink, helped keep me focused and I only walked a tiny bit of that last mile. As I turned the last corner, I could see the time clock, I already knew because of my watch that I was under my goal time, but something about seeing that clock made it real - not only was I going to finish, but I was going to be under 2:30. Sara turned off the trail as I headed the last 50 meters or so, and that is when the tears started. I was really going to do it, I was going to finish a half marathon. I'd chosen to live my life and I'd won! As I crossed the line the clock said 2:27:30. A full 2 1/2 minutes faster than my goal time. I almost started to actually sob, and quickly pulled myself together and straightened up. I got my finishers' medal, with pride and made a beeline for The Man and the bananas. I'd done it, and I'd enjoyed it.

After - When The Man and I got home, I asked him if he'd give my legs a good working over (he's a massage therapist) since I wanted to be able to walk today. Talk about pain (the good kind) and also the relief of pain - so good. My legs are still sore and stiff today, and I really think I need to invest in at least one pair of flat dress shoes, if only for after race days because panty hose AND heels were a bit challenging. I've been offering up all of this post-race pain for all of my IF sisters.

Sara - Yep, she gets her own recap category :). It is Sara I initially started doing the Couch to 5k with 3 years ago. Sara who started emailing me with races and introducing me to supplies to keep me from dying. Sara who came back out and finished a 10K with me last summer when I really was the last person. Who came and met me during the half with water and encouragement. Who lets me say "I can't do that" and then smiles when I decide I can. So much of IF is isolating and lonely amidst the beauty of life around you, much like much of this race was - I was alone for most of it. And yet, amidst IF there are friends who encourage us along the way and bring us just what we need when we most need it - just like Sara did with that water at mile 12. So much of this race and what it means is wrapped up in with IF, and so much of what made the race doable and enjoyable even at the toughest spot - having the sun on my face and a friend by my side, is what makes IF survivable. While Sara doesn't walk the road of IF with me, she does run with me and that has made all the difference. Someday I will find a way to thank her in person without completely losing it, for now I trust that she knows.

Sunday, October 14, 2012. 13.1 miles. 2 hours 27 minutes 30 seconds. I ran.



It all started with one step forward.

And it continues on Sunday with 13.1 miles forward.

 My first half marathon.

In the past 6 months there have been more miles run than I ever dreamed I was capable of; bigger hills (literally) run up than I ever even let myself imagine running up before; more desire to lace up my shoes and just run than I thought possible.

There is a company that sells running stickers and jewelry called Lift Your Sole, and they have a great Facebook page that always has inspirational photos with quotes or encouraging words on them. Most days I appreciate the encouragement, but the photos today have spoken to my heart and helped bring to the surface all of the emotions that have been keeping me going, that have made running fun and something I actually look forward to doing. I'd like to share these thoughts with you, and with myself here in this space, to remind myself just what these months have done for me and why every ache, bead of sweat, and sore spot was worth it.

This one ^ took my breath away. I barely trained for that 5k back in May, I had just had surgery in January and kept thinking I *might* be or get pregnant and then I wouldn't be running the 5k anyway. While my physical scars aren't drastic, they are there and they indicate IF. IF is tough. And it has tried to hurt me, and a lot of times it has won. But as I've trained I have proved, and come Sunday, I will prove again that this body of mine works, it is strong, and it is not useless. I cannot tell you the power behind that sentence. Days when I would be running and be tired and crampy because of AF, my mantra was literally "I am strong and powerful." As one foot would hit the pavement after the other, I willed myself to believe this. Yes, I might have some scars, but I am stronger than IF. 

This one ^ describes the emotion I felt in the bathroom at the expo center after the 5k in May and also every time I met a new goal - be it speed or distance or just going out and running when I didn't want to. I can't change our IF. I can deal with it, try to treat what causes it, but ultimately, I know I cannot change it. While I can't say I've let go of it, when I run I have let go of letting it control me. 

This one ^ has been a favorite quote of mine for a long time, but it is so applicable to my experiences of the past few months. My fears of hurting myself (I'm super clumsy), of not being able to do it, of so many things. One of these big fears was crossing the 6 mile mark. Last summer, when Sara was talking about training for a half marathon, I remember, very clearly, saying to her "I'll start and end with you and meet you and do whatever, maybe I'll bike while your run, but I just can't run more than 6 miles, my body can't do it. Each and every time I pass 6 miles or head out for a "short run" of 6 miles, I smile as I remember my fears.

This one ^ is exactly what I was feeling and hoping when I registered for a half marathon (the one next August) back in May. That I didn't want to get to next August and be standing at the finish line waiting for Sara, still not pregnant or a mom, full of regret for not living my life. Each month since May as AF has shown up right on time, I have been rewarded for my decision, for I know that I decided to live my life rather than wait for a life that may never happen.

While running isn't an extremely expensive sport, there are some costs associated, as indicated here ^. Sometimes I've felt guilty spending our extra money on new shorts or a race entry fee, but The Man is always supportive and when I look in the mirror and see a runner (albeit a slow one), I know that is priceless. Because I see a body that works (at least in some ways), that is healthy, and that has gotten so much stronger. When I catch a glimpse of myself in a store window when I'm out running, I do a double take because I don't recognize the person I see. I see confidence and courage that do not exist at any other times in my life.

This ^ wil be my mantra on Sunday. While I'm scared to death of being last on Sunday (if only there was a turtle division, I'd fit right in), I know that crossing that finish line will be one of the greatest achievements of my life. The tears are already forming in my eyes as I consider it, and I suspect they will be running down my cheeks on Sunday.
Sunday, October 14, 2012. 9:00 am. Run.

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WVU 48 Texas 45

It's a GREAT DAY to be a Mountaineer, wherever you may be!!!!!!!!


Not-so Quick Takes

1. Thank-you all for the prayers for my Dad. If you could please continue praying. He had the PET Scan and they found 3 spots on his lungs (1 on the right, 2 on the left - only one on the left showed up on the xray). He will be having surgery next Friday, Oct. 12 to remove the small spot on his right lung. They will biopsy that spot and then determine what comes next. If it is melanoma (a return from about 4 years ago when he had a spot removed from his back), he will have a second surgery to remove the bottom half of his left lung. If it is lung cancer he will not have a second surgery because apparantly when you take out parts of a lung with lung cancer the cancer gets mad and grows even faster. If it is lung cancer, depending on stage and all that stuff, he will then be treated with chemo and/or radiation. The "better" option would be a return of the melanoma and to have the 2nd surgery in early November. *deep breath*

2. In trying to focus on the positives, my Dad has a chest xray every 6 months (since the melanoma a few years ago), so these spots are at the oldest 6 months old. His doctor is being very careful to disrupt Dad's lungs as little as possible in case (and they do not think it is likely) that it is indeed lung cancer. My Dad is in generally good health and while we have no idea of any type of prognosis yet, the doctors do not seem to be trying to get us to brace ourselves for the worst. If I could just please ask you for your prayers, for my Dad, for my stepmom, and for both of my brothers - one lives in Texas and is feeling very far from home and the other is only 16.

3. One more Dad-related Quick Take. My Dad rarelly asks for anything of those around him. When he says "I don't care", he truly means it and no offense should be taken. When he says he "doesn't need anything," he also means it and it should be honored (though he does enjoy a good surprise). So, when he called to tell me about the surgery (and knowing that there was no need to ask me to be there or to tell me not to come - one thing my family does well is hang out in hospitals when one of us is having something major done), I was pleasantly surprised that he had a specific request before I was able to ask, "what do you need?" Next Saturday (10/13), my little brother's band is marching in a parade out of town, and another thing my family does well is make sure none of us are in the hospital alone for any length of time, so my Dad requested that I come spend the day with him, watching football, in the hospital. I am more than happy to oblige and while the scenery wouldn't be my first choice, I know my Dad and I will make the most of the day together. (And I hope that maybe the drugs he'll be on will make him forget that he doesn't share the remote! Hey, a girl can dream, right? :))

4. Now, this one is somewhat Dad-related, but it really has to do with me. I've let myself go to that place where my Nan never gets to meet a great-grandchild and be called "Big  Nan", where there is no 4-generations picture of me, a child, my mom, and my Nan (there are 18 years of 4 generations pictures of me with my mom, my Nan, and my Big Grandma). But I've never let myself go is to the place where one of my parents doesn't get to be a grandparent. And, here is proof that I'm a horrible person, it is the thought of my Dad not getting to be a "Pap" that tears me up inside. Maybe it's because I'm closer to my Dad, maybe it's because my Dad has never said anything insensitive about our IF, and maybe it's because as much as he says "don't have a baby for me" I know he would relish being a Pap and how much our IF hurts him. In all of my planning, right after I decide how I would tell The Man, I decide how I would tell my Dad. It is not that I want him to celebrate me being a mother, not at all, I want him to be a Pap, to hold a sweet, tiny little one and know the sun will rise and set over his head in the eyes of that little one forever. IF has taken so much (and granted, I have been given so much as a result as well), but when it starts taking things from other people is when I get most angry; when the lump builds in my throat and the tears are unstoppable. Why my cross must cause pain, disappointment, and loss for others I will never ever understand.

5. On the topic of IF, I realized I haven't updated with the rest of my test results. One of my cultres did come back positive for infection (in addition to the Beta Strep Group B), so The Man and I are both finishing up 7 days of antibiotics for that. My blood work also showed that my thyroid is not fully cooperating, so I am taking Synthroid for that. I am now the not-so-proud owner of a pill-box so I can keep my meds straight and make sure I take everything I'm supposed to every day. And trying to make sure I don't take this drug too close to that vitamin is a juggling act like no other. Add in keeping the needles hidden from The Man while giving myself shots without letting him know what I'm doing (he has panic attacks with needles and it is a huge accomplishment that they are even IN our house). I know without a doubt that if I needed him to give me the shots or to be with me when I gave them to myself that he would do it, without a complaint, but at this point, it's not necessary to put him through that torture.

6. We'll continue on the topic of IF, and I'll just say that I should've learned by now to not get all bold and cocky. I did it when the BB disappeared - for one cycle. And I got my hopes up waaay high last cycle, and it was a beautiful cycle. No BB, normal length luteal phase, good CM, etc. etc. And still, no. I thought, completely full of pride, that maybe the femara wouldn't be necessary (don't worry, I took it anyway) and that I would have another beautiful cycle - that I had just been impatient and needed to give my surgery time to work. Ha! Ha! Ha! Even with the B6, the femara did a number on my CM and there has been weird bleeding all over the place. It appears that one good cycle out of 6 is all my body is capable of. I'm pretty sure that if I weren't on the HCG AF would've already shown up, so I figure P+10 will turn into CD1 early next week. To say I'm getting frustrated is the understatment of the century. And I know all of this stress, both IF and Dad related, are not helping.

7. Well, this has been a cheery edition of Quick Takes, hasn't it? :( Have no fear, it wouldn't be a Friday in the Fall if I didn't mention, wait for it.....FOOTBALL!!!!!!  Tomorrow, WVU goes on the road to Texas. Our first Big XII away game in a stadium that holds 108,000 people - thats 40,000 more than Mountaineer Field holds. There is an awesome photo going around Facebook that I want to post so badly, but I am terrified it has already jinxed us, should we win on Saturday, it will get its own post on Sunday (or probably even Saturday night!). I'm a nervous wreck for this game tomorrow, but I am oh so looking forward to it. If I ever needed football, it is this weekend. While I won't be AT a game, I will be stressing out big time and The Man and I will be enjoying wings, pepperoni rolls (GF ones for me!), and drinks as we cheer on our 'Eers as they face the Longhorns.


Mountaineer Monday

When I brought Mountaineer Monday back last week, I had no idea just how awesome this weekend's game was going to be.

Someone texted me about 3 hours after the game asking: "Have you caught your breath yet?" and "What the heck happened to WVU's defense?" Well - those two questions summed up the game perfectly. It was a good old-fashioned Big XII shoot out - with passing records broken by half-time.

Ge.no Smi.th, WVU's quarterback, threw more touchdowns than interceptions - for those of you who may be reading this that don't follow football, this is A.MA.ZING! He threw the ball 51 times - only 6 of those were not caught and 8, EIGHT, of them were for touchdowns.

Usually I avoid ESPN at all costs after a WVU game, they love to hate us, but I was happy to DVR SportsCenter last night and enjoyed watching it (over and over and over) again this afternoon.

When Coach Holgorsen was asked "How could Geno improve his performance?" (REALLY?!?! who asks that?!) Coach responded by rattling off Geno's stats for the day and then asking "how would you improve upon that?" and when Geno was asked about the Heisman Trophy (awarded to college football's best individual player of the year), he said "I don't really care about the Heisman. We want to win all of our games and we need to do that one step at a time."

Finally, while Big XII play started Saturday, it's only up-hill from here. I heard a snippet of an interview in which it was surmised that WVU has the hardest schedule ever this season. The next 7 weeks have us going to Texas, then Texas Tech, then hosting Kansas State. We get a week off and then host TCU, then head to Oklahoma State, and finally, just before Thanksgiving play host to Oklahoma. I'm exhausted and stressed out just typing that. And frankly, my worries don't end there because we head to Iowa State the day after Thanksgiving before closing out the season at home with Kansas. The last two games are "on paper" wins, but I've seen what "on paper" wins play out like in reality and frankly would rather be facing a tough game in which we are the underdogs to finish our season.

Either way, if the rest of the season is anything like Saturday it will be amazing and horrible and exciting and stress-filled - just the way I like it! I'll leave you with some of my favorite photos from Saturday:

Usually at Mountaineer games we wear mostly gold. This game was a "stripe the stadium" game - and I think it looks pretty awesome.
Let's bring on the Mountaineers!
Final Score
Final stats.