That’s all. Just plain beat. I’ll post soon.
Monthly Archive for March, 2009
Every kind of weather possible (except snow) hit me today during my 9 miler. Cloud, wind, rain, hail, sunshine, partial cloud. Interesting. Very, very interesting.
*Edit at 22h11: Oh my, I’m stiff. My eyes broke out in hives and I tried to use Preparation H on them, (okay, so we only have prep H because I’ve broken out for a year at a time in hives…) but it only kind of worked. My knees are both sore, the left one much more so. I am trying not to spaz out about this week’s runs, but I am. My goal tomorrow is simply to get through it all.
Lumpy will be helping with “the long run” at She Runs on Thursday. My intention is that he gets the exhiliration of running at the front, I’ll be the middle and one of our moms will be the walk/run/walk/run, etc. sweep.
“‘Why not?’ is an a slogan for an interesting life.” -Mason Cooley
Toots posted on Facebook about TAS, the early years. We’ve been on fire, we’ve been lazy, there has been way too much Sally crazy, but we’ve evolved. I miss Banana’s posts so very much. We’re doing a good job of learning, I think. Run with pain, run with joy, run with a total lack of interest. We’ve run it all.
So, my girls are in week 2 , which means week 10??? for TAS. I, myself have a hard week of running before me. I run 9 tomorrow. I run 19 this weekend. I run somewhere around 43-45 miles this week. I keep trying not to spaz out, but when I put my head down and work, it’s really all I can think about. I am grateful that Lumpy and I decided to not have kids. I am grateful that I am fit enough to live my life the way I want. Oh my, I have so much running work to do this week.
She Runs moments: Had to play “bad cop” for the first time today. Maddie is not just 8 years old, she’s “Mexican Jumping Bean” 8 years old. My Monday coach and I have agreed that I will not have to play bad cop every week and that she will jump in when I cannot take it anymore. Continue reading ‘She Runs. What else could she do?????’
Sick. Way sick. Annoyed. Way annoyed.
My girls of She Runs are magical and mystical. They are 8-12 years old. What’s not magical and mystical then? I have much more to post about them. This is the first time that we are 13-14 girls, WITH parent volunteerism/involvement. I am not sure I understand the 100% turnaround, but I know that I am prepared. I know that I am the right girl at the right time to make this thing take over the world. I really am. More Maddie and Sophie anecdotes to follow. They are my two 8 year olds.
I did not run this week, do not plan on running this weekend. I was sick, way, way sick, and am trying to heal. I look forward to the next “push” week. BRING IT!!!!
Oh, Toots, I cannot wait for you to meet my girls!!! We are planning on inviting them to the pasta party. I am already planting the seeds of the marathon and that I will not be at the 5k. Yet…I already have a few actual runners who will miss me at the 5k…just after one week!!!! I love what we’ve created!
Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it
-Sir Isaac Newton: Principia Mathematica Philosophiae Naturalis
Lumpy translates this into running in the form of “do not stop!” No, really, don’t stop. Sure, walk through water/food breaks. Walk through intersections. (Okay, sometimes yo have to stop at the intersection–rather than “jogging” in place and looking like twit of the year) But in general, don’t stop. Stay in motion.
I took a new route for my 13 miles today. At mile 8ish I decided to stop, sit down at the north side of Cedar Lake, and take in the view. I had a moment of feclempt. My body said keep going. My mind said, enjoy the view, it’ll be alright.
Thustly, Newton’s First Law of Motion. An outside force–my mind–acted upon a body in motion–my body. Needless to say, getting back into the groove for the last 5 was a scoshi difficult. The 15MPH headwind didn’t help either.
I defeted myself at mile 12.5…but manage to at least run the last .3 miles and finish at the Elf Door.
Wait wait…there’s more…
Continue reading ‘Thirteen miles of Newton’s First Law of Motion’
I fell at mile 13.5-14-ish of my 17 mile run. 4-5 cyclists passed me, lying there on the ground. In the road. Since I’m really good at falling, I only slightly scraped my hands, but it jarred me and ruined my concentration. My last few miles were terrible and choppy. I got so upset about falling and being left there and ignored by folks that I then set off one of the worst asthma attacks I’ve ever had. Even more people just kept on going when they heard me wheezing and unable to breathe. I even pounded my chest once thinking that if I could get my heart to start crazy beating that it would open up my lungs…that’s what an inhaler does, basically. Lumpy was waiting for me less than 1/4 mile ahead and I almost lost it in front of him. After that bit of chaos, I felt nauseous for the rest of my run. Feh.
I would like to share the funny stuff, though. I’ve been dwelling on this fall because it upset me so much, so here’s the good. I always have an inner, mental ipod going; sometimes the music is rockin’, sometimes it’s pitifully terrible. Here’s what I had going today, on Sally’s Inner Radio:
Grand Master Flash – The Message
Not bad this time, considering that I actually like all of these songs. It is funny, though, that I know all the lyrics to The Message, and had them playing on a loop in my head. heh.
The other thing I thought about today was the t-shirt slogans that I read in my running quotes book. Here are a few of my favorites:
I’m the fast girl your mother warned you about.
Our mascara runs faster than you.
Runners don’t die; they only smell like it.
I decided to take two rest days this week. You know, like normal people. (I’ll probably end up running on Friday anyway. I’m sick like that.) So, I’m still trying to figure out this peace I have about this training. I felt pretty crappy on Sunday, but I’ve managed a 3 and 8 mile run since then. That’s pretty tough, right? I’m running and running and running. More so than I ever have. I keep thinking that any day now my knee should give up the ghost and there goes any more running for the rest of my life, but it’s not happening yet, and I keep hoping I have more time. I am wondering if it’s the newly found balance? The new understanding of being still? The rememberance of the quiet of the backcountry? (Canada trip profoundly changed me in many regards.) Banana’s death smacked me in the head, too. I think I had a fair understanding of grabbing hold and living, but I feel even more desperately that I cannot miss a single thing. I need to breathe it all in, love, be angry, feel the pain, feel the boredom of the moment, smell wet dog, let myself be who I am in the moment, be passionate, fight for a cause. Who knows? Maybe I don’t need to know…however, being a seeker, I will still seek!!! Really, as long as it translates to fun/meaningful/ridiculous lessons in life, I don’t care, I guess. Whew. Maybe now I can sleep.
“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore” – Vincent Van Gogh
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” ~Dr. Seuss
“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.” ~Harvey Fierstein
Actually, it was better than a slog, but my legs are still sore and tired from my 16 mile “run” on Sunday. I did the 30 Day Shred yesterday after my 3 mile superhero event, and I thought I’d do it again today; of course I have since changed my mind. The Shred might just shred my legs to bits.
I’m still feeling strong and positive!
Monday we’re having 15 people for dinner (my French class). whew. We’ll be pulling all of our tables and chairs upstairs and pushing furniture back. It’ll be a fun chaos, but I’m working hard to keep all the details right and numbers correct. I’m about to write my last lesson. I think they should learn the difference between savoir and connaître. Qu’en pensez-vous?
“Play is where life lives.” – George Sheehan
Okay, I wasn’t furious, but there was a furiously strong wind out there today. I ran three, made Lumpy ride the Xootr with me, hauled ass, conquered the world, created my own language, cured cancer, and let’s not forget that I knitted three sweaters and fundraised enough money to spay and neuter every dog and cat in America. Pick which one(s) you’d like to believe.
Today was supposed to be a rest day after yesterday’s 12 but I did anything but! My intention was to spend a good part of today studying for the GRE. Well that didn’t happen…. Instead, I pretty much spent all day running errands with Pita and before I knew it it was 8pm when I finally made it home. I might still review some math before bedtime…yipee!!
On the bright side, I had a wonderful 12 miler yesterday. Tomate and I drove out to Mission Park. He followed along on his bike as my waterboy while I ran. It was cool (in the 40’s), overcast, and breezy…too cool for most around here so there were hardly any people out at all. So basically, the route was pretty much mine making it was a very nice quiet run. What made it even nicer was getting to see alot of the bird wildlife that inhabits the area. I got really up close and personal with some hawks, some cranes, lots of ducks, and all sorts of little birds along the way.
I did run with my iPhone listening to tunes while using the iMapMyRun application to tell me how far I’d been running since I did not actually have a route mapped out. I really liked the iMapMyRun application but carrying the iPhone around is not very convenient and I think it’s too big for an arm band. Had I not been wearing my wind vest with a back pocket I don’t know how I would have transported the iPhone other than by hand and that would not have worked for 12 miles. However, the idea of having a phone (if running alone in case of an emergency), an iPod, and a running GPS device all in one contraption is pretty cool…. Speaking of…I’m considering the GARMIN 305, what do you guys think? Work would actually pay for it which is even nicer….
