My bib #, wish me lucK!
Monthly Archive for May, 2008
Not much else to write tonight. I’m going to sleep in a few moments, here…I can’t believe I’m RETURNING TO RUSSIA. I love my life.
One fuzzy hat to go…
I think what we do here is the coolest shit ever. We’re dorks and I’m glad and thankful that we are.
That’s my lottery entry # for the ING NYC Marathon. For a race where the max number of runners is about 40-45k, I’m guessing my chances are slim to none. But what the heck…you never know…actually, I’ll know sometime mid June. Chances are I’ll be running the RNR San Antonio instead. 
Woah! Three more days until San Diego Toots!
Strategy for a Marathon
-Marnie Mueller
I will start
when the gun goes off.
I will run
for five miles.
Feeling good,
I will run
to the tenth mile.
At the tenth
I will say,
“Only three more
to the halfway.”
At the halfway mark,
13.1 miles,
I will know
fifteen is in reach.
At fifteen miles
I will say,
“You’ve run twenty before,
keep going.”
At twenty
I will say,
“Run home.”
I have officially finished my checklist. I just received my visa today, I have my ticket, I have my gifts, I have to pack!!! I leave in about a week. One fuzzy hat it is, Toots. OF COURSE I know you’ll wear it. sheesh. What’s really funny about that is that I kept joking with people at work about bringing them a fuzzy hat and they all took it seriously and acted rude and said “I don’t need a fuzzy hat. I don’t get it…” Frigging Scandinavians. feh.
Banana, I still have stuff to send you. Let’s just say I’m “pulling a Toots” and taking a long time to send it. How’s post graduation life?
I have not been running other than She Runs and women’s running class. I’m tired. I need about a week’s worth of naps. My knee hurts off and on, but it’s a sharp pain, so I’m laying off. My running class has built up to 6 miles, which I will run with them, but I’ll probably lay off again after that. Lumpy and I have been riding a bit, and I’ve been sleeping a lot. I’ll train later!!!!
Running class comes by tomorrow for our final run and a bbq, then French class comes on Sunday for un beau repas francais. Pardon the lack of accent marks. Alors, on y va. A la prochaine…
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on the phone?’ Obviously not; no one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I’m invisible. The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, ‘What time is it?’ I’m a satellite guide to answer, ‘What channel is that on?’ I’m a bank, “can I have a few bucks” which means at least a $20.00. I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied History and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s going, she’s going, she’s gone!?
that this weekend will involve much activity. I said I’d post about running. I’ve been doing much work with plyometrics. My butt has been sore more days than I can count. My women’s running class fully bought in, so I had to sell it. Holy shit. Then, I did the same thing with the girls on Monday at She Runs. Less with them, but equally tough. I’ve ridden to work, I’ve run, I’ve hoisted boxes off a truck and onto a pallet. I’ve done strength training. I’ve gotten more crap done than any single woman is supposed to do if she’s not a mom.
Last night I talked to the guy who will be my partner in crime/co-teacher in Russia. He sounds frighteningly like my father-in-law, except in spirit. We get two “free” days in Moscow after the camp is over and I think we’ll have fun. I am more looking forward to, however, the week and a half that Lumpy and I will travel around after camp is done.
Running is killing me. My knee is swollen, my butt is sore, my thighs hate me, but I feel great. I worry about the fluid on my knee, but I feel like I’m at a spot where I can’t slow down. I’ll slow done enough during this trip.
My French class and my running class are both coming over this week or next week to serve as make up classes/end of the year celebrations.
I feel like I have the greatest life ever right now. I’ve worked really, really hard to be here this week and it finally feels like it has all paid off. I only regret that I am missing the She Runs 5k. At that same time, I feel like this presents an opportunity for other folks to step up. Everything is cyclical. yay! I’m leaving soon! Off to bland food and too many starches!!!!!
As everyone else is…I’m busy! Leaving for Russia in a week and a half, doing make up courses with French, running my ass off with She Runs and running for women class. Working. Getting extraneous crap done. Will post more about running this weekend. I’ve been busting my own butt, and I’m not sure why, but let’s just say the last week to two weeks add up to SORE SORE SORE!!!
Toots, carb up!!!!
