Some of you already know this, but the surgery had to be postponed.
- Dad caught a stomach virus and had to be hospitalized Sunday night.
- I woke up yesterday at 5 a.m. with the same stomach virus, so I called the doctor to let them know. They of course said I had to reschedule, so it's now taking place January 14. Two more weeks of stressing out about it.
- I did lose 4 pounds yesterday due to being so sick. So I got that going for me. Which is nice.
I cannot remember ever being so excited for a year to end as I am today. 2008 has not been good to me. In some ways, it's been an amazing year. As I wrote in an earlier post, I am so thankful for the people in my life, for my health, for the things I am able to do. But in many ways, it's been an absolutely horrible year. We lost one of our dearest friends. I had a cancer scare. My heart has been broken in several ways by several people. The economy tanked, and so did my personal finances as a result.
I'm ready for a new beginning. Here's to 2009 and all the wonder and magic it will bring to all of us.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Schizo
I am now vascillating between extreme terror and mild excitement. 2 more days. I've paid the doctor, had my pre-op appointment and my pre-op phone call with the hospital, and done my bloodwork. Too late to turn back now.
In other news, it's going to be 62 degrees here today. In December. What the ???
In other news, it's going to be 62 degrees here today. In December. What the ???
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
*Gulp*
I had my pre-surgery appointment this morning. My first question to the doctor was, "Is it normal to be TERRIFIED??" He assured me that it is... which somehow wasn't really all that reassuring.
Basically, I'm in for a world of hurt. The surgery itself will last about an hour to 90 minutes, but the pain will worsen over the first 24 hours and will last at least 4-5 days. I'll have swelling, bruising, pressure, and bleeding, and my eyes will be black and blue. I'll have to wear a splint on the outside of my nose until my post-op appointment on January 5. Keep small children away from me; I'll be S.C.A.R.Y.
Here's the worst part. No workouts for 10 days. 10 DAYS! I may possibly lose my mind.
In all seriousness, though, I really am panicked about this. This is my FACE we're talking about. I'm sure I'll be happy with the result -- primarily because I'm so unhappy with the change in my nose and overall appearance since I broke it in March (and trust me, it wasn't all that great to begin with) -- but it's absolutely terrifying to consider that I'm going to purposely re-break my nose in order to set it again. Yes, my breathing will improve. Yes, I'll probably be happier with my appearance once the increased width across the bridge is reduced. Yes, yes, yes. But holy carp am I scared.
Basically, I'm in for a world of hurt. The surgery itself will last about an hour to 90 minutes, but the pain will worsen over the first 24 hours and will last at least 4-5 days. I'll have swelling, bruising, pressure, and bleeding, and my eyes will be black and blue. I'll have to wear a splint on the outside of my nose until my post-op appointment on January 5. Keep small children away from me; I'll be S.C.A.R.Y.
Here's the worst part. No workouts for 10 days. 10 DAYS! I may possibly lose my mind.
In all seriousness, though, I really am panicked about this. This is my FACE we're talking about. I'm sure I'll be happy with the result -- primarily because I'm so unhappy with the change in my nose and overall appearance since I broke it in March (and trust me, it wasn't all that great to begin with) -- but it's absolutely terrifying to consider that I'm going to purposely re-break my nose in order to set it again. Yes, my breathing will improve. Yes, I'll probably be happier with my appearance once the increased width across the bridge is reduced. Yes, yes, yes. But holy carp am I scared.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tentative race schedule
OK, the lack of purposeful workouts has led to a HUGE weight gain. As of this morning, I'm up 6 pounds from my lowest point of 137 in early September.
This. Must. Stop.
Even though I promised myself I wouldn't race for a while, I think I need that sense of urgency that a goal race provides. Here's a tentative schedule for the spring:
March 8 - Snowball Run 5-miler (Wilmington)
March 22 - New York Colon Cancer Challenge 15K (Central Park)
April 11 - Scotland Run 10K (Central Park)
May 9 - Prospect Park Mother's Day Duathlon (Brooklyn)
June 13 - Thundergust Duathlon (New Jersey)
I feel much better now.
This. Must. Stop.
Even though I promised myself I wouldn't race for a while, I think I need that sense of urgency that a goal race provides. Here's a tentative schedule for the spring:
March 8 - Snowball Run 5-miler (Wilmington)
March 22 - New York Colon Cancer Challenge 15K (Central Park)
April 11 - Scotland Run 10K (Central Park)
May 9 - Prospect Park Mother's Day Duathlon (Brooklyn)
June 13 - Thundergust Duathlon (New Jersey)
I feel much better now.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Update
- Cards were mailed Friday.
- All purchased gifts are wrapped, except for my godson's because I'm waiting for something that was supposedly delivered on Thursday but never arrived.
- Still need to buy 2 more things... sometime. Not sure when/how that's going to happen.
- Most of the family drama is under control, I think. Who really knows with these things. :)
- My to-do list is still a mile long, unfortunately. Again, not sure how/when I'm going to get everything done. How have I managed in the past? I feel totally out of control and out of sync this year. Is it just me?
Speaking of to-do lists, time to give Shaggy a bath! She'll hate me for it, but she'll look so pretty for Christmas. :)
- All purchased gifts are wrapped, except for my godson's because I'm waiting for something that was supposedly delivered on Thursday but never arrived.
- Still need to buy 2 more things... sometime. Not sure when/how that's going to happen.
- Most of the family drama is under control, I think. Who really knows with these things. :)
- My to-do list is still a mile long, unfortunately. Again, not sure how/when I'm going to get everything done. How have I managed in the past? I feel totally out of control and out of sync this year. Is it just me?
Speaking of to-do lists, time to give Shaggy a bath! She'll hate me for it, but she'll look so pretty for Christmas. :)
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Boot camp
My legs may possibly fall off. Here's why.
Wednesday, December 17 HEAT class
Everyone had a step, and I had them put extra risers underneath to make their steps a little higher than usual.
1 minute step-ups, right leg leading
1 minute step-ups, left leg leading
1 minute jumping jacks
1 minute squats
1 minute step-ups with a knee lift, alternating lead legs
1 minute jacks
1 minute squats, going lower this time to almost touch the butt to the step
1 minute step-ups with a knee lift, pausing at the top to work on balance
1 minute jacks
1 minute crossover tap (tap the right hand to the left corner of the step, crossing the right leg back behind the left leg, then switch. the goal was speed)
30 seconds jacks
1 minute crossover taps again, this time counting how many times you touched the step
the highest number of touches was 37... so we did 37 squats, down low again to almost tap the butt to the step
1 minute dips off the step
1 minute mountain climber
1 minute dips
1 minute mountain climber
1 minute jumping jacks
1 minute hustle around the step (stand to the side of the step, touch it, then hustle around the back end of it to the other side, touch, repeat. again, the goal was speed)
30 seconds jacks
1 minute hustle around again, this time counting
the highest number of touches was 101... so we did 100 alternating lunges onto the step with body bars across our shoulders
(if you're keeping track, we've now done more than 100 squats plus 100 lunges)
1 minute jog in place to shake out the legs
30 seconds jacks
30 seconds football feet
30 seconds jacks
30 seconds football feet
10 crazy pushups (5 with the right hand in tricep pushup position and elbow going back and left hand out wider with elbow going out to the side, then switch the hands and do 5 more)
10 tricep pushups
1 minute jacks
1 minute repeater glute squeeze right
1 minute repeater glute squeeze left
weighted abs with the body bars
stretch
Wednesday, December 17 HEAT class
Everyone had a step, and I had them put extra risers underneath to make their steps a little higher than usual.
1 minute step-ups, right leg leading
1 minute step-ups, left leg leading
1 minute jumping jacks
1 minute squats
1 minute step-ups with a knee lift, alternating lead legs
1 minute jacks
1 minute squats, going lower this time to almost touch the butt to the step
1 minute step-ups with a knee lift, pausing at the top to work on balance
1 minute jacks
1 minute crossover tap (tap the right hand to the left corner of the step, crossing the right leg back behind the left leg, then switch. the goal was speed)
30 seconds jacks
1 minute crossover taps again, this time counting how many times you touched the step
the highest number of touches was 37... so we did 37 squats, down low again to almost tap the butt to the step
1 minute dips off the step
1 minute mountain climber
1 minute dips
1 minute mountain climber
1 minute jumping jacks
1 minute hustle around the step (stand to the side of the step, touch it, then hustle around the back end of it to the other side, touch, repeat. again, the goal was speed)
30 seconds jacks
1 minute hustle around again, this time counting
the highest number of touches was 101... so we did 100 alternating lunges onto the step with body bars across our shoulders
(if you're keeping track, we've now done more than 100 squats plus 100 lunges)
1 minute jog in place to shake out the legs
30 seconds jacks
30 seconds football feet
30 seconds jacks
30 seconds football feet
10 crazy pushups (5 with the right hand in tricep pushup position and elbow going back and left hand out wider with elbow going out to the side, then switch the hands and do 5 more)
10 tricep pushups
1 minute jacks
1 minute repeater glute squeeze right
1 minute repeater glute squeeze left
weighted abs with the body bars
stretch
Drama!
So much drama right now! Family stuff (way too much to go into, but suffice it to say that some members of my extended family are making the rest of us go kooky), Y drama, super busy at work -- which is actually good, as I'd much rather be busy than bored -- and of course holiday drama. I'm so far behind schedule this year. Any other year, I'd be done shopping and have all the gifts wrapped and cards sent by this point. I'd have lists with all my gift ideas checked off, itemized expense sheets to share with my brother and IronHubby, and gifts organized under the tree by which household they ultimately go to -- my mom's, my dad's, or my in-laws'.
This year, not so much. I'm done cards through K in my address book but need to buy more stamps. And possibly more cards! I seem to be running low. I bought tons of gifts last weekend in NY, but I haven't wrapped a single one. I don't even remember what I bought for whom, so as I'm wrapping I have to create the lists I normally would have been using as a reference. I still have gifts to buy: Mom, Dad, my brother, and my former roommate are still not done. (I have most of their gifts purchased, but I still have to supplement with more.) Ugh.
HOWEVER, and this is a big however, someone I love very much got great news this week. I could not be happier. The news was a long time coming, and it's absolutely the best holiday gift any of us could have asked for. Congratulations, A. I love you, and I'm so happy for you. You absolutely deserve every success. xoxox
This year, not so much. I'm done cards through K in my address book but need to buy more stamps. And possibly more cards! I seem to be running low. I bought tons of gifts last weekend in NY, but I haven't wrapped a single one. I don't even remember what I bought for whom, so as I'm wrapping I have to create the lists I normally would have been using as a reference. I still have gifts to buy: Mom, Dad, my brother, and my former roommate are still not done. (I have most of their gifts purchased, but I still have to supplement with more.) Ugh.
HOWEVER, and this is a big however, someone I love very much got great news this week. I could not be happier. The news was a long time coming, and it's absolutely the best holiday gift any of us could have asked for. Congratulations, A. I love you, and I'm so happy for you. You absolutely deserve every success. xoxox
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
It's baaaa-aaack
Sunday night I woke up every 20 minutes. That is not an exaggeration; I stared at the clock each time I woke up, and it was every 20 minutes almost to the minute.
Last night I did a little better. I managed to sleep for 30 minutes at a time. Woo. (Please note the sarcasm.) Yup, I woke up every 30 minutes last night.
F***ing insomnia.
This morning I came VERY close to passing out again. After my swim, I had to grab the table in the drying area in the locker room because I was swaying all over the place. I stayed in the locker room for about 20 minutes and then sat in the Y lobby (once I was finally dressed) for another 10 minutes before I felt OK enough to drive myself home, less than a mile. Ugh.
But, there is something happy to report. :) The chiropractor thinks my toe issue is either a neuroma or an embedded something in my foot -- either a splinter or possibly even a sliver of glass that I stepped on and never removed. I have to soak my foot in epsom salts and then examine it to see if I find anything that I can remove on my own. Because I had a meeting last night and didn't get home until after 9 p.m., I didn't soak my foot; instead I got my Christmas cards started. More cards tonight during the Biggest Loser finale, but hopefully I can soak my foot first. If I can stay awake and upright, that is.
Last night I did a little better. I managed to sleep for 30 minutes at a time. Woo. (Please note the sarcasm.) Yup, I woke up every 30 minutes last night.
F***ing insomnia.
This morning I came VERY close to passing out again. After my swim, I had to grab the table in the drying area in the locker room because I was swaying all over the place. I stayed in the locker room for about 20 minutes and then sat in the Y lobby (once I was finally dressed) for another 10 minutes before I felt OK enough to drive myself home, less than a mile. Ugh.
But, there is something happy to report. :) The chiropractor thinks my toe issue is either a neuroma or an embedded something in my foot -- either a splinter or possibly even a sliver of glass that I stepped on and never removed. I have to soak my foot in epsom salts and then examine it to see if I find anything that I can remove on my own. Because I had a meeting last night and didn't get home until after 9 p.m., I didn't soak my foot; instead I got my Christmas cards started. More cards tonight during the Biggest Loser finale, but hopefully I can soak my foot first. If I can stay awake and upright, that is.
Monday, December 15, 2008
A fantabulous weekend :)
THURSDAY
The weekend started early for me. With my boss' generous permission, I took the day off and got a lot of things done -- bills, laundry, pet food purchasing, etc. -- before meeting Heather to go to the Flyers game. I rarely buy tickets to games (way too expensive!), but this was an exception. We determined that rather than buy each other Christmas presents, we'd treat ourselves to this date. I bought the tickets from the auditor who visited our office earlier this fall, so we at least got the season ticketholders' discounted price and free parking.
Upon walking into the Whackoff Center, I spotted Bernie Parent, Bob Kelly, and Gary Dornhoeffer signing autographs. And flirting, apparently, with very tall Greek women! :) The game itself was pretty stinky and boring for two periods, except for the very fun cheers of "Refs, you suck!" at every opportunity. Good times. The third period, however, was another story altogether. ALL Flyers. We overcame a 5-1 deficit at the beginning of the third period to tie the game with a few minutes left and ultimately win it in a shootout. Talk about the best game EVER!
FRIDAY - SUNDAY
Friday morning I woke up, packed, filled the car with gas, and set off to pick up Mom at my uncle's house in NJ for our annual holiday weekend in New York City. We met up with my friend Liz at Alice's Tea Cup on the Upper West Side, then set off via subway for downtown. Mom and I shopped a teeny bit in Soho before it was time to meet up with my brother for dinner at a Greek restaurant called Snack in the West Village. It was a tiny, loud, super crowded place with really good food. The rest of the weekend was a blur of more eating, lots of shopping, a quick meet-up with Maria and J, TONS of walking (more on this later), eating, shopping, some eating, did I mention we ate a lot?, more shopping, etc. The weather Friday and Saturday was crisp but clear, and Sunday was a bit warmer and slightly cloudier. All in all, it was a wonderful weekend... one that reminded me yet again that I am desperate to live in NYC. Why oh why don't I live there? I am so alive and happy when I'm there.
MY TOE
Unfortunately, not all was sunshine and roses. A month ago, I did my first ever group run -- a 10-mile trail run. Ever since, I've had recurring and worsening pain in my right foot. It is concentrated mainly under my middle toe but also radiates into the ball of my foot. At first, I thought I had jammed my toe, so I grabbed it to pull it out (as I did almost every day with my fingers in college; we volleyball players are used to jammed digits!). Oh. My. God. EXCRUCIATING pain when I tugged on it.
My toe is fairly swollen and still extremely tender. It doesn't matter what shoes I wear -- flats, heels, slippers, barefoot. Pain no matter what. The only time it doesn't hurt, strangely enough, is when I'm running. Well, that came to a screeching halt on Saturday. During a tempo run in Prospect Park, I had fairly significant pain in my foot. By the end of the day Saturday, when Mom and I had probably walked 5-6 miles with 5 huge shopping bags on our shoulders, the pain was so severe that I was limping.
Of course, Einstein that I am, I ran 7 more miles on Sunday morning. The pain was there, but it was much less severe than it had been Saturday. By the end of the day yesterday, though, the pain was worse again.
I have an appointment at 4:45 today to get it checked out. Please don't let my toe be broken!
The weekend started early for me. With my boss' generous permission, I took the day off and got a lot of things done -- bills, laundry, pet food purchasing, etc. -- before meeting Heather to go to the Flyers game. I rarely buy tickets to games (way too expensive!), but this was an exception. We determined that rather than buy each other Christmas presents, we'd treat ourselves to this date. I bought the tickets from the auditor who visited our office earlier this fall, so we at least got the season ticketholders' discounted price and free parking.
Upon walking into the Whackoff Center, I spotted Bernie Parent, Bob Kelly, and Gary Dornhoeffer signing autographs. And flirting, apparently, with very tall Greek women! :) The game itself was pretty stinky and boring for two periods, except for the very fun cheers of "Refs, you suck!" at every opportunity. Good times. The third period, however, was another story altogether. ALL Flyers. We overcame a 5-1 deficit at the beginning of the third period to tie the game with a few minutes left and ultimately win it in a shootout. Talk about the best game EVER!
FRIDAY - SUNDAY
Friday morning I woke up, packed, filled the car with gas, and set off to pick up Mom at my uncle's house in NJ for our annual holiday weekend in New York City. We met up with my friend Liz at Alice's Tea Cup on the Upper West Side, then set off via subway for downtown. Mom and I shopped a teeny bit in Soho before it was time to meet up with my brother for dinner at a Greek restaurant called Snack in the West Village. It was a tiny, loud, super crowded place with really good food. The rest of the weekend was a blur of more eating, lots of shopping, a quick meet-up with Maria and J, TONS of walking (more on this later), eating, shopping, some eating, did I mention we ate a lot?, more shopping, etc. The weather Friday and Saturday was crisp but clear, and Sunday was a bit warmer and slightly cloudier. All in all, it was a wonderful weekend... one that reminded me yet again that I am desperate to live in NYC. Why oh why don't I live there? I am so alive and happy when I'm there.
MY TOE
Unfortunately, not all was sunshine and roses. A month ago, I did my first ever group run -- a 10-mile trail run. Ever since, I've had recurring and worsening pain in my right foot. It is concentrated mainly under my middle toe but also radiates into the ball of my foot. At first, I thought I had jammed my toe, so I grabbed it to pull it out (as I did almost every day with my fingers in college; we volleyball players are used to jammed digits!). Oh. My. God. EXCRUCIATING pain when I tugged on it.
My toe is fairly swollen and still extremely tender. It doesn't matter what shoes I wear -- flats, heels, slippers, barefoot. Pain no matter what. The only time it doesn't hurt, strangely enough, is when I'm running. Well, that came to a screeching halt on Saturday. During a tempo run in Prospect Park, I had fairly significant pain in my foot. By the end of the day Saturday, when Mom and I had probably walked 5-6 miles with 5 huge shopping bags on our shoulders, the pain was so severe that I was limping.
Of course, Einstein that I am, I ran 7 more miles on Sunday morning. The pain was there, but it was much less severe than it had been Saturday. By the end of the day yesterday, though, the pain was worse again.
I have an appointment at 4:45 today to get it checked out. Please don't let my toe be broken!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
23!
Last night at the Y a man asked me if I had played basketball for Newark High School. I replied that I hadn't, and he said I looked like someone that had played with his daughter. I replied, "Oh, I know who you're talking about. She played volleyball too, right? I've been told before that I look like her."
Now mind you, I know nothing about this girl except her first name and that we slightly resemble each other. Oh, and that apparently I'm nicer than she is. :)
He said, "Yeah, you do look like her. My daughter is 23 now. You're about 23, right?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I said, "Uhh, NO, but thank you SO much for thinking I could be!!!!" He walked away smiling and said, "Well, Merry Christmas!"
That might be the best gift I get this year!
Now mind you, I know nothing about this girl except her first name and that we slightly resemble each other. Oh, and that apparently I'm nicer than she is. :)
He said, "Yeah, you do look like her. My daughter is 23 now. You're about 23, right?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I said, "Uhh, NO, but thank you SO much for thinking I could be!!!!" He walked away smiling and said, "Well, Merry Christmas!"
That might be the best gift I get this year!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Holiday Meme
(I'm not sure what that title means, but it's what Kris and Maria called it so I'm going with it.) :)
If you want to play along, copy the questions onto your blog, post the answers, and leave a comment here so I know to go read yours.
Wrapping paper or gift bags? I mix it up so there's lots of variety and visual interest under the tree.
Real tree or artificial? Real. Always.
When do you put up the tree? The day of my annual cookie exchange. :)
When do you take the tree down? January 6 so that I keep it up until the Epiphany.
Do you like eggnog? Mmmmmmmm, eggnog...
Favorite gift received as a child? A red 10-speed bike when I was 10 years old.
Hardest person to buy for? My dad.
Easiest person to buy for? Anthony.
Do you have a nativity scene? I have the barn but not the figurines to put in it.
Mail or email Christmas cards? Real mail.
Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I have no idea!
Favorite Christmas Movie? It's A Wonderful Life. I cry every stinking time.
When do you start shopping for Christmas? Usually early December, although I'll buy something at any point of the year if it's a perfect gift for someone.
Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Like regifting? No.
Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Um, everything? Is that a valid answer?
Lights on the tree? White non-blinking lights only.
Favorite Christmas song? See the post below... That song is followed closely by Linus and Lucy, which I'm listening to right now. :) Trust me; the Charlie Brown Christmas CD is the only one you need.
Travel at Christmas or stay home? Luckily, my family and IronHubby's family are both local. Unluckily, that means we never have an excuse to miss a get-together. :) We end up eating like 3 hugemongous meals at every holiday. Oink.
Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Let's see. Donner, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, ???, Blitzen, Rudolph. Shoot! Who's missing??
Angel on the tree top or a star? An old-fashioned Santa.
Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Since we visit three homes, we end up having three present exchanges too, one of which is always Chrstmas Eve. But the real orgy of presents is always at my mom's house on Christmas morning, followed by her annual Christmas brunch.
Most annoying thing about this time of the year? The lack of self-restraint some people have, as evidenced by the trampling to death of a Walmart employee on Black Friday. WTF is wrong with people???
Favorite ornament theme or color? My tree has several themes, including the Nutcracker (which I performed in three times as a child), angels, gold ribbons, and of course the requisite two Ironman ornaments. :)
Favorite for Christmas dinner? I'm not picky. I love it all!
What do you want for Christmas this year? What I want isn't for sale.
If you want to play along, copy the questions onto your blog, post the answers, and leave a comment here so I know to go read yours.
Wrapping paper or gift bags? I mix it up so there's lots of variety and visual interest under the tree.
Real tree or artificial? Real. Always.
When do you put up the tree? The day of my annual cookie exchange. :)
When do you take the tree down? January 6 so that I keep it up until the Epiphany.
Do you like eggnog? Mmmmmmmm, eggnog...
Favorite gift received as a child? A red 10-speed bike when I was 10 years old.
Hardest person to buy for? My dad.
Easiest person to buy for? Anthony.
Do you have a nativity scene? I have the barn but not the figurines to put in it.
Mail or email Christmas cards? Real mail.
Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I have no idea!
Favorite Christmas Movie? It's A Wonderful Life. I cry every stinking time.
When do you start shopping for Christmas? Usually early December, although I'll buy something at any point of the year if it's a perfect gift for someone.
Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Like regifting? No.
Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Um, everything? Is that a valid answer?
Lights on the tree? White non-blinking lights only.
Favorite Christmas song? See the post below... That song is followed closely by Linus and Lucy, which I'm listening to right now. :) Trust me; the Charlie Brown Christmas CD is the only one you need.
Travel at Christmas or stay home? Luckily, my family and IronHubby's family are both local. Unluckily, that means we never have an excuse to miss a get-together. :) We end up eating like 3 hugemongous meals at every holiday. Oink.
Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Let's see. Donner, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, ???, Blitzen, Rudolph. Shoot! Who's missing??
Angel on the tree top or a star? An old-fashioned Santa.
Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Since we visit three homes, we end up having three present exchanges too, one of which is always Chrstmas Eve. But the real orgy of presents is always at my mom's house on Christmas morning, followed by her annual Christmas brunch.
Most annoying thing about this time of the year? The lack of self-restraint some people have, as evidenced by the trampling to death of a Walmart employee on Black Friday. WTF is wrong with people???
Favorite ornament theme or color? My tree has several themes, including the Nutcracker (which I performed in three times as a child), angels, gold ribbons, and of course the requisite two Ironman ornaments. :)
Favorite for Christmas dinner? I'm not picky. I love it all!
What do you want for Christmas this year? What I want isn't for sale.
Shaggy ran away
Don't worry, the story has a happy ending. I just had a heart attack in the meantime!!!
This morning I skipped my planned swim in order to get to a work meeting earlier. Miss Shaggy was very excited when I came downstairs all dressed in warm clothes... so excited that she ran out the front door when I opened it to take out the recycling!
My first instinct was to chase after her, until I realized (a) I didn't have her leash with me, and (b) I wasn't wearing a coat! After retrieving both items, I set out after her, deciding to pretend that I wasn't mad.
"Shaggy!" I called out, trying to sound as friendly and non-threatening as possible. It worked! She was a few houses down (luckily AWAY from the main road and deeper into the neighborhood instead of vice versa) and stopped when she heard me. I held up her leash and said, "Wanna go for a walk?" She actually took about 5 steps toward me and then stopped to sniff something. I just kept walking toward her, talking in a soothing way. "Come on, Boo, let's go for a walk!"
That silly dog actually waited for me! I couldn't believe it! She just stood there until I got to her.
Of course, she was rewarded with a little smack across her snout for running away in the first place, followed by multiple hugs and kisses for not continuing to run. She must have thought I was a complete psycho.
After she had a nice long walk and some playtime with Brodie across the street, I brought her home and gave her a treat. When I tried to pet her, she flinched. Oh, the guilt!
I'm a horrible mom. :(
This morning I skipped my planned swim in order to get to a work meeting earlier. Miss Shaggy was very excited when I came downstairs all dressed in warm clothes... so excited that she ran out the front door when I opened it to take out the recycling!
My first instinct was to chase after her, until I realized (a) I didn't have her leash with me, and (b) I wasn't wearing a coat! After retrieving both items, I set out after her, deciding to pretend that I wasn't mad.
"Shaggy!" I called out, trying to sound as friendly and non-threatening as possible. It worked! She was a few houses down (luckily AWAY from the main road and deeper into the neighborhood instead of vice versa) and stopped when she heard me. I held up her leash and said, "Wanna go for a walk?" She actually took about 5 steps toward me and then stopped to sniff something. I just kept walking toward her, talking in a soothing way. "Come on, Boo, let's go for a walk!"
That silly dog actually waited for me! I couldn't believe it! She just stood there until I got to her.
Of course, she was rewarded with a little smack across her snout for running away in the first place, followed by multiple hugs and kisses for not continuing to run. She must have thought I was a complete psycho.
After she had a nice long walk and some playtime with Brodie across the street, I brought her home and gave her a treat. When I tried to pet her, she flinched. Oh, the guilt!
I'm a horrible mom. :(
Monday, December 8, 2008
It's officially Christmas
IronHubby bought a beautiful tree Saturday, and I decorated it Sunday morning.
We decorated the house. (The outside lighting is having a little trouble, but I'm sure he'll fix it soon...)
I hosted my annual Holiday Cookie Exchange yesterday afternoon.
I did a little online shopping last week.
But the #1 reason it's officially Christmas is that I heard this song
over the weekend.
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime.
We decorated the house. (The outside lighting is having a little trouble, but I'm sure he'll fix it soon...)
I hosted my annual Holiday Cookie Exchange yesterday afternoon.
I did a little online shopping last week.
But the #1 reason it's officially Christmas is that I heard this song
over the weekend.
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Yikes!
I just turned in my articles to Delaware Today. Gulp!
I ended up writing six articles, one of which is just a short intro to the rest of the articles. I sure hope they're OK!
Now I wait...
EDITED 12.5.08 TO ADD:
The editor just emailed me to say he'd been on vacation a few days and is catching up. He received the articles but hasn't taken a good look at them yet, so I'm still waiting for feedback. (I'm really nervous about these. Even though I've been published before, this was a bigger assignment and a more prestigious magazine, so I tried to do a really good job.)
I ended up writing six articles, one of which is just a short intro to the rest of the articles. I sure hope they're OK!
Now I wait...
EDITED 12.5.08 TO ADD:
The editor just emailed me to say he'd been on vacation a few days and is catching up. He received the articles but hasn't taken a good look at them yet, so I'm still waiting for feedback. (I'm really nervous about these. Even though I've been published before, this was a bigger assignment and a more prestigious magazine, so I tried to do a really good job.)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thankful
Every year at Thanksgiving we go around the table to say what we're thankful for. Here's my list.
- I'm extremely thankful that my cancer scare was nothing more than that: a scare.
- I'm thankful that my parents were able to both come to dinner at my house on a holiday with no drama or incidents. (No small feat.)
- I'm thankful that IronHubby was smart enough to pull himself out of Ironman Lake Placid in July before he got seriously hurt.
- I'm thankful every day for my pets, because they bring me such joy and endless smiles.
- I'm thankful for my health and the health of my loved ones.
- In this uncertain economy, I'm thankful for my job and IronHubby's job. While we don't have much, we have a lot more than a lot of other people.
- And most of all, I'm thankful for the people in my life. I am truly blessed to have the most supportive family and friends anyone could ask for. I am grateful that I can count my mother, brother, and husband among my closest friends. I am thankful for friends old and new, near and far. I'm thankful for those I talk to nearly every day and for those I don't get to speak to often but know in my heart are thinking of me.
- I'm extremely thankful that my cancer scare was nothing more than that: a scare.
- I'm thankful that my parents were able to both come to dinner at my house on a holiday with no drama or incidents. (No small feat.)
- I'm thankful that IronHubby was smart enough to pull himself out of Ironman Lake Placid in July before he got seriously hurt.
- I'm thankful every day for my pets, because they bring me such joy and endless smiles.
- I'm thankful for my health and the health of my loved ones.
- In this uncertain economy, I'm thankful for my job and IronHubby's job. While we don't have much, we have a lot more than a lot of other people.
- And most of all, I'm thankful for the people in my life. I am truly blessed to have the most supportive family and friends anyone could ask for. I am grateful that I can count my mother, brother, and husband among my closest friends. I am thankful for friends old and new, near and far. I'm thankful for those I talk to nearly every day and for those I don't get to speak to often but know in my heart are thinking of me.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Dad update
I met Dad at the VA Hospital again yesterday in what turned into a 3-hour ordeal. We were taken for his 2:20 appointment at 4:30. Ugh.
All his tests from the ER a few weeks ago were good. His bloodwork was fine, there's no evidence of a thyroid, heart, or liver problem, his kidneys are functioning fine, etc. Everything looks OK in terms of potential major problems.
He does have a neuropathy in his feet, though, which is causing some blockage between his brain and his legs and feet, hence the multiple falls. The doctor stressed again that he needs to use his walker. Yesterday, he was using his cane instead of the walker. Just a little stubborn...
He's also pretty significantly arthritic, particularly in his knees, shoulders, and upper back. The doctor is prescribing an ointment that he can apply directly to those areas and said he can take his pain meds in higher doses. She didn't seem at all concerned at the amounts of various pills he's taking regularly, and I didn't feel comfortable confronting her about it.
One other thing... He has depression and refuses to seek help for it. That's what worries me most. His living situation is quite stressful right now and is the main cause of the problem. I'll have to tread gingerly on this subject. He's old-school; people who seek mental help are weak. Crazy, even. I don't know how I'm going to convince him that it's a sign of strength, not weakness, to admit you need help.
All his tests from the ER a few weeks ago were good. His bloodwork was fine, there's no evidence of a thyroid, heart, or liver problem, his kidneys are functioning fine, etc. Everything looks OK in terms of potential major problems.
He does have a neuropathy in his feet, though, which is causing some blockage between his brain and his legs and feet, hence the multiple falls. The doctor stressed again that he needs to use his walker. Yesterday, he was using his cane instead of the walker. Just a little stubborn...
He's also pretty significantly arthritic, particularly in his knees, shoulders, and upper back. The doctor is prescribing an ointment that he can apply directly to those areas and said he can take his pain meds in higher doses. She didn't seem at all concerned at the amounts of various pills he's taking regularly, and I didn't feel comfortable confronting her about it.
One other thing... He has depression and refuses to seek help for it. That's what worries me most. His living situation is quite stressful right now and is the main cause of the problem. I'll have to tread gingerly on this subject. He's old-school; people who seek mental help are weak. Crazy, even. I don't know how I'm going to convince him that it's a sign of strength, not weakness, to admit you need help.
Monday, November 24, 2008
What do I do now?
I know I posted this five or six weeks ago, but my race season is officially over. This time for real. :) As much as I'd love to go for a new 10K PR at Brian's Run in a few weeks, I know in my heart I need a break.
Yesterday's Philadelphia Half Marathon was a miserable experience from start to finish. The cold was brutal for a wimp like me, so my hands and feet never got completely warm. I ran by myself the entire way, except for the two instances where I saw Larry and Eileen on the course (both times they spotted me and caught up to me, only to fall behind and wish me well after chatting for a few seconds). At the finish, I actually was reduced to tears because my fingers were so cold.
Here are my splits. I missed more mile markers than usual.
8:59
8:35
17:30 (8:45 average)
16:44 (8:22 average)
9:06 (long, gradual incline, plus I slowed down for water)
17:39 (8:49 average)
9:12 (the hill leading into Fairmount Park, plus more water and walking over all the ice that had formed from the spilled water... treacherous!!!)
8:47
8:28
8:33
:56
Clearly, I lost my focus in those middle miles. I went from an 8:22 average pace during miles 5 and 6 to an 8:59 average pace for the next four miles before realizing how off target I was. Even though I sped up the last three miles, it was too late.
I missed my goal time by 3 minutes but finished 4:30 faster than last year. I should be happier about the improvement over last year, but I'm so disappointed at missing my goal. Oh well. I can't get a PR every time. I've had so much success this year, and it's a shame to have a disappointing race as my big finale, but it will hopefully motivate me to come back stronger and faster next summer.
It feels strange to not have a goal race, though. I've been so driven and so focused for the past 8 months. Now I have nothing to look forward to until a duathlon in May or June, most likely.
Until then, there is TONS of cross-training on my schedule. Yoga, weights, swimming, extra classes at the Y, some no pressure, non-race-specific running... Actually, that doesn't sound too bad, now that I think about it.
EDITED TO ADD:
I can't thank Joey T. enough for posting this on kickrunners.com -
Hang in there, Theia. I know exactly how you feel, but take a little time and you'll be ready again. Just look at the progress you've made -- disappointed in a 1:54!
Sometimes you just need a good kick in the arse to get some needed perspective. I feel ridiculous for complaining about my result. He's right. Thank you, Joey. xoxox
Yesterday's Philadelphia Half Marathon was a miserable experience from start to finish. The cold was brutal for a wimp like me, so my hands and feet never got completely warm. I ran by myself the entire way, except for the two instances where I saw Larry and Eileen on the course (both times they spotted me and caught up to me, only to fall behind and wish me well after chatting for a few seconds). At the finish, I actually was reduced to tears because my fingers were so cold.
Here are my splits. I missed more mile markers than usual.
8:59
8:35
17:30 (8:45 average)
16:44 (8:22 average)
9:06 (long, gradual incline, plus I slowed down for water)
17:39 (8:49 average)
9:12 (the hill leading into Fairmount Park, plus more water and walking over all the ice that had formed from the spilled water... treacherous!!!)
8:47
8:28
8:33
:56
Clearly, I lost my focus in those middle miles. I went from an 8:22 average pace during miles 5 and 6 to an 8:59 average pace for the next four miles before realizing how off target I was. Even though I sped up the last three miles, it was too late.
I missed my goal time by 3 minutes but finished 4:30 faster than last year. I should be happier about the improvement over last year, but I'm so disappointed at missing my goal. Oh well. I can't get a PR every time. I've had so much success this year, and it's a shame to have a disappointing race as my big finale, but it will hopefully motivate me to come back stronger and faster next summer.
It feels strange to not have a goal race, though. I've been so driven and so focused for the past 8 months. Now I have nothing to look forward to until a duathlon in May or June, most likely.
Until then, there is TONS of cross-training on my schedule. Yoga, weights, swimming, extra classes at the Y, some no pressure, non-race-specific running... Actually, that doesn't sound too bad, now that I think about it.
EDITED TO ADD:
I can't thank Joey T. enough for posting this on kickrunners.com -
Hang in there, Theia. I know exactly how you feel, but take a little time and you'll be ready again. Just look at the progress you've made -- disappointed in a 1:54!
Sometimes you just need a good kick in the arse to get some needed perspective. I feel ridiculous for complaining about my result. He's right. Thank you, Joey. xoxox
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Second blog
Just in case you don't read the comments, I did add a second blog just for the adoption process. You can link to it directly from my profile or the site list down the right side of this page, but to make it easy here it is:
www.theia-thelongslowroad.blogspot.com
While we were going through the fertility treatments, I often thought, "I really should be writing this stuff down," but never got around to it. That means I now have to try to dust off the cobwebs and get my brain to remember everything.
www.theia-thelongslowroad.blogspot.com
While we were going through the fertility treatments, I often thought, "I really should be writing this stuff down," but never got around to it. That means I now have to try to dust off the cobwebs and get my brain to remember everything.
"You have GOT to be kidding me"
That's what I said upon entering the Y last night and seeing about a dozen red Christmas balls hung with white ribbons from the ceiling, a large Christmas tree in the lobby, and a small tabletop tree decorated with lights and ribbons on the desk behind the counter.
The membership staff looked at me with blank expressions on their faces, so I explained, "It's not even Thanksgiving!"
It's bad enough that several stores have had Christmas candy and decorations on display since before Halloween. At least I can avoid those stores except for emergency situations. But the Y? The lobby I enter at least 4-5 times a week to teach classes or just work out on my own? I have to look at that from NOW? It's too early! Let me get through one holiday before you shove the next one in my face.
You've got to be kidding me.
The membership staff looked at me with blank expressions on their faces, so I explained, "It's not even Thanksgiving!"
It's bad enough that several stores have had Christmas candy and decorations on display since before Halloween. At least I can avoid those stores except for emergency situations. But the Y? The lobby I enter at least 4-5 times a week to teach classes or just work out on my own? I have to look at that from NOW? It's too early! Let me get through one holiday before you shove the next one in my face.
You've got to be kidding me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The meeting with the adoption counselor
I posted this on kickrunners.com, but it occured to me that not everyone who visits here also reads my worthless crap over there so I'm cross-posting. :)
The meeting with the adoption counselor was this morning, and it went well. She was super nice and explained all our options... most of which are pretty sucky, to be honest.
Russia: 3 trips to Russia are required, making the total cost around $50,000. Riiiiiiiight.
China: Right now they're processing dossiers from February of 2006. 3-4 year waiting period, most likely.
Guatemala: Closed.
Vietnam: Closed.
Japan: Older children only, very difficult, long waiting period.
Domestic: The agency's program is very new, and in my state the birth parents have 14 days to sign a revocation clause (giving up their rights), but the courts take another 4-5 months to actually close the case so there's a possibility that the birth family can sue for rights, causing us much heartache and expense.
We have tons of paperwork to go through, and if we decide to pursue domestic adoption we have to create a "Dear Birthmother" letter and web page with fun, colorful information and pictures. No matter what we decide -- international or domestic -- we have to do our Home Study process, which includes a 3-5 page autobiography on each of us, criminal background checks, financial disclosures, all kinds of legal paperwork, and more. It's criminal; any douchebag can procreate (hello, Britney Spears), but I have to go through months of fertility treatments, years of waiting, all kinds of invasive legal paperwork, and then more years of waiting to adopt. It's just. not. fair.
Anyway, thanks for all the good wishes. I truly appreciate them!
Maybe I'll create a separate blog for this process, as we move through it. Hmmmm.
The meeting with the adoption counselor was this morning, and it went well. She was super nice and explained all our options... most of which are pretty sucky, to be honest.
Russia: 3 trips to Russia are required, making the total cost around $50,000. Riiiiiiiight.
China: Right now they're processing dossiers from February of 2006. 3-4 year waiting period, most likely.
Guatemala: Closed.
Vietnam: Closed.
Japan: Older children only, very difficult, long waiting period.
Domestic: The agency's program is very new, and in my state the birth parents have 14 days to sign a revocation clause (giving up their rights), but the courts take another 4-5 months to actually close the case so there's a possibility that the birth family can sue for rights, causing us much heartache and expense.
We have tons of paperwork to go through, and if we decide to pursue domestic adoption we have to create a "Dear Birthmother" letter and web page with fun, colorful information and pictures. No matter what we decide -- international or domestic -- we have to do our Home Study process, which includes a 3-5 page autobiography on each of us, criminal background checks, financial disclosures, all kinds of legal paperwork, and more. It's criminal; any douchebag can procreate (hello, Britney Spears), but I have to go through months of fertility treatments, years of waiting, all kinds of invasive legal paperwork, and then more years of waiting to adopt. It's just. not. fair.
Anyway, thanks for all the good wishes. I truly appreciate them!
Maybe I'll create a separate blog for this process, as we move through it. Hmmmm.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Taking the plunge
I've been relatively quiet about this subject recently for a variety of reasons, but I figured I'd write about it now.
IronHubby and I have our first appointment with an adoption counselor Tuesday morning. I'm equally nervous, excited, anxious, curious, impatient, and scared. The process is pretty daunting -- especially the financial aspects of it -- but at least it's pretty much guaranteed, unlike IVF, which was the only fertility option we did not explore the past few years.
(Good grief, we did it all over the course of our 10-11 months with the fertility doctor: literally hundreds of blood tests and ultrasounds, laparoscopic surgery, pills, vitamins, injections, x-rays, and other various sorts of torture. It's awful. It takes all the romance out of your relationship and makes it completely clinical and forced. I tried to maintain my sense of humor throughout, but it's hard. You get your hopes up month after month that THIS time it will have worked, and THIS time you'll get the result you want, only to be crushed over and over and over again. The emotional rollercoaster is one I wouldn't wish on anyone.)
Tuesday morning we'll find out more about the adoption process, both domestic and international. Right now the agency has a thriving program with China and a much slower program with Japan. I'm not sure what the advantages of domestic adoption are (if any), but we'll find that out as well.
Meanwhile, we continue to wait... We're good at it at this point.
IronHubby and I have our first appointment with an adoption counselor Tuesday morning. I'm equally nervous, excited, anxious, curious, impatient, and scared. The process is pretty daunting -- especially the financial aspects of it -- but at least it's pretty much guaranteed, unlike IVF, which was the only fertility option we did not explore the past few years.
(Good grief, we did it all over the course of our 10-11 months with the fertility doctor: literally hundreds of blood tests and ultrasounds, laparoscopic surgery, pills, vitamins, injections, x-rays, and other various sorts of torture. It's awful. It takes all the romance out of your relationship and makes it completely clinical and forced. I tried to maintain my sense of humor throughout, but it's hard. You get your hopes up month after month that THIS time it will have worked, and THIS time you'll get the result you want, only to be crushed over and over and over again. The emotional rollercoaster is one I wouldn't wish on anyone.)
Tuesday morning we'll find out more about the adoption process, both domestic and international. Right now the agency has a thriving program with China and a much slower program with Japan. I'm not sure what the advantages of domestic adoption are (if any), but we'll find that out as well.
Meanwhile, we continue to wait... We're good at it at this point.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sooo, this is pretty cool
I'm having sort of a midlife crisis and have been for a while. I'm just not as jazzed about work as I used to be. (I know, how lucky was I that I absolutely loved my job for so long??) I thought switching from government to non-profit would help, but honestly it didn't. I actually miss the hectic pace and constant crisis mode of government.
Anyway, someone asked me what I would do if money didn't matter, and the answer was simple -- something in the fitness industry. The most logical thing would be to combine my love for health and fitness with my writing skills. Way back in March, I contacted someone at a regional magazine to inquire about freelancing for their health and fitness special issues, which come out 2-3 times per year. Unfortunately, when I contacted them I had just missed the deadline for their fall issue.
However! (Drum roll, please!) Last week I received an assignment for their spring issue! And not just any assignment... I will be writing five -- yes, five! -- articles for their special yoga supplement. I am so excited!
I also submitted an article to a Philadelphia magazine that I've contributed to in the past, and that article might run in their January/February issue.
If only I could make a living at this. I'd be the happiest girl in the world.
Anyway, someone asked me what I would do if money didn't matter, and the answer was simple -- something in the fitness industry. The most logical thing would be to combine my love for health and fitness with my writing skills. Way back in March, I contacted someone at a regional magazine to inquire about freelancing for their health and fitness special issues, which come out 2-3 times per year. Unfortunately, when I contacted them I had just missed the deadline for their fall issue.
However! (Drum roll, please!) Last week I received an assignment for their spring issue! And not just any assignment... I will be writing five -- yes, five! -- articles for their special yoga supplement. I am so excited!
I also submitted an article to a Philadelphia magazine that I've contributed to in the past, and that article might run in their January/February issue.
If only I could make a living at this. I'd be the happiest girl in the world.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Proof that I am hideous without makeup
After last Sunday's 5K, I chatted briefly with the woman who finished right before me. Turns out she's a hair stylist and donated a prize... that I ended up winning! I saw her again at the Fall Fling Saturday night and introduced myself as the person who won the haircut. She said, with complete surprise, "Oh! You're cute! I've only ever seen you working out before!"
Uhhhhhhh, thanks?
Two weekends ago, while I was getting my nails done, I chatted with the guy who was working on me and complimented his English, blah blah. He said that he was born in Vietnam "a long, long time ago. 67! I was born in 67 in Vietnam." I replied, "That's not so long ago. I'm a little older than you." He looked up at me and said, "Yes, I see that."
WTF??????????? Is it Pick on Alexis month (again!)? No one informed me if it is. I would have tried to be mentally ready for all the insults.
:)
Somewhat related... I scheduled my surgery to rebreak and ultimately fix my broken nose. It'll be Tuesday, December 30, in order to take advantage of days off from work (so I don't have to use as many sick days). I. Am. Terrified!
Uhhhhhhh, thanks?
Two weekends ago, while I was getting my nails done, I chatted with the guy who was working on me and complimented his English, blah blah. He said that he was born in Vietnam "a long, long time ago. 67! I was born in 67 in Vietnam." I replied, "That's not so long ago. I'm a little older than you." He looked up at me and said, "Yes, I see that."
WTF??????????? Is it Pick on Alexis month (again!)? No one informed me if it is. I would have tried to be mentally ready for all the insults.
:)
Somewhat related... I scheduled my surgery to rebreak and ultimately fix my broken nose. It'll be Tuesday, December 30, in order to take advantage of days off from work (so I don't have to use as many sick days). I. Am. Terrified!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
This week's random post
- Thanks for all the good wishes (via the comments here on my blog, the emails, the texts, and the posts on kickrunners.com) for my dad. Yesterday was a long day for him, and I don't yet know what, if anything, was determined as I finally left him at the VA around lunchtime. We couldn't see his primary doctor, so he was getting multiple tests done in the ER. We also visited with the social worker, which was VERY productive.
- Muenster cheese rocks.
- I'm really sore from HEAT class last night. I like it! Today is a hardcore day; I ran 4 miles this morning and will teach Spinning and lift legs after work.
- My brother is leaving Monday for 2 weeks in Australia. He had so many frequent flier miles that his flight cost him a whopping $200. Brat. :)
- Leftover Halloween candy is the work of the devil. Please don't let me eat any more!
- Is it my imagination, or did Obama look less than thrilled when he gave his acceptance speech Tuesday night? I thought he almost looked terrified, like, "Holy carp! Now I have to actually DO all the stuff I promised!" Meanwhile, I thought McCain was very gracious, and of course my man Joe was beaming from ear to ear.
- Muenster cheese rocks.
- I'm really sore from HEAT class last night. I like it! Today is a hardcore day; I ran 4 miles this morning and will teach Spinning and lift legs after work.
- My brother is leaving Monday for 2 weeks in Australia. He had so many frequent flier miles that his flight cost him a whopping $200. Brat. :)
- Leftover Halloween candy is the work of the devil. Please don't let me eat any more!
- Is it my imagination, or did Obama look less than thrilled when he gave his acceptance speech Tuesday night? I thought he almost looked terrified, like, "Holy carp! Now I have to actually DO all the stuff I promised!" Meanwhile, I thought McCain was very gracious, and of course my man Joe was beaming from ear to ear.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Good vibes needed
Tomorrow morning I'm hopefully picking my dad up bright and early and driving him to the V.A. Hospital, where we will have to sit around and wait for a walk-in appointment. Dad's health has been failing, and recently he's been falling. The falls are becoming more frequent, and it's only a matter of time before he really hurts himself.
Apparently, he had an MRI several months ago but refuses to tell anyone what, if anything, was discovered. I've offered to take him to the doctor numerous times, but he refuses... until now.
I suspect he knows what's wrong and is too scared or stubborn or proud (take your pick) to tell us. I suspect he's either having strokes or some other neurological problems. I suspect he knows there's something seriously wrong.
I guess I might find out tomorrow, IF he wakes up in time and IF he actually consents to go with me and IF we get to see the doctor and IF she even tells me anything.
Any spare good vibes would be greatly appreciated.
Apparently, he had an MRI several months ago but refuses to tell anyone what, if anything, was discovered. I've offered to take him to the doctor numerous times, but he refuses... until now.
I suspect he knows what's wrong and is too scared or stubborn or proud (take your pick) to tell us. I suspect he's either having strokes or some other neurological problems. I suspect he knows there's something seriously wrong.
I guess I might find out tomorrow, IF he wakes up in time and IF he actually consents to go with me and IF we get to see the doctor and IF she even tells me anything.
Any spare good vibes would be greatly appreciated.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
I think my legs are going to fall off
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Oh, I'm sorry. I fell asleep for a second. I'm exhausted!
Yesterday I had to cut my long run short a bit because I felt truly dreadful. I ended up doing 9.1 miles instead of 12ish, which means I have to do 12-13 next weekend and then taper for two weeks.
This morning I did a small 5K that a friend of mine put together. I wasn't confident about doing well because I had run yesterday afternoon, but I figured I'd do my best and see what happened.
Here's what happened:
7:34
7:45
7:35
:49
23:44, a 15 second PR!!! Even better, Jimmy W. told me the course was long by .03 because of where the police made him put the finish line, so he suggested that my actual 5K time was about 11 seconds faster. Swwweeeeeet!
As soon as the race ended, I walked to where Andrew was volunteering (at the 2-mile marker) to give him the good news, then jogged back to the finish to grab some goodies and rush over to the Y, where I taught a 90-minute spinning class.
Which brings me back to my original statement. I'm exhausted! :)
Oh, I'm sorry. I fell asleep for a second. I'm exhausted!
Yesterday I had to cut my long run short a bit because I felt truly dreadful. I ended up doing 9.1 miles instead of 12ish, which means I have to do 12-13 next weekend and then taper for two weeks.
This morning I did a small 5K that a friend of mine put together. I wasn't confident about doing well because I had run yesterday afternoon, but I figured I'd do my best and see what happened.
Here's what happened:
7:34
7:45
7:35
:49
23:44, a 15 second PR!!! Even better, Jimmy W. told me the course was long by .03 because of where the police made him put the finish line, so he suggested that my actual 5K time was about 11 seconds faster. Swwweeeeeet!
As soon as the race ended, I walked to where Andrew was volunteering (at the 2-mile marker) to give him the good news, then jogged back to the finish to grab some goodies and rush over to the Y, where I taught a 90-minute spinning class.
Which brings me back to my original statement. I'm exhausted! :)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
FINALLY!!!
It took 25 years for Philadelphia to win a major sports championship. The wait was worth it!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
You know what's really scary?
Running at 9.9 mph on a treadmill for a quarter mile at a time. Holy. Crap. Total terror, Batman!
I did my speedwork inside yesterday because it was so gross out. Never again. I was sure I was going to go flying off the back of the stupid treadmill and break every tooth in my mouth.
But I did manage six 400s at 9.9 mph, so I got that going for me. (Which is nice.)
I did my speedwork inside yesterday because it was so gross out. Never again. I was sure I was going to go flying off the back of the stupid treadmill and break every tooth in my mouth.
But I did manage six 400s at 9.9 mph, so I got that going for me. (Which is nice.)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Random thoughts
- I want the Phillies to just win the fracking World Series already so I can go to bed at a normal hour.
- None of my clothes fit. My pants are literally falling off my body. Not only can I not afford to buy new clothes, I can't afford to take every item of clothing I own to the tailor to have them taken in. Frack!
- I want to have another party. Like, maybe tomorrow. :)
- Somehow I hurt my shoulder swimming this morning. Bleh.
- I also hurt my left knee running Sunday. And then I sliced my right heel open on the bathtub faucet. (Don't ask.) I'm falling apart!
- Last night my brother told us that his friend was offered one ticket to Game 5, but he turned it down because his girlfriend would have been mad if he went without her. Andrew said if he was offered one ticket to a championship game, he would give it to me so I could go. Awwwww! xoxox to him.
- Does anyone really read this worthless crap I blog about???
- A headhunter called me Friday about a job in Philly that sounds really great. She got my name from someone I used to think was my arch nemesis. Maybe I was wrong about that person. Hmmm. Anyway, it might lead to nothing, but it's still nice to be recommended.
- Speaking of jobs, I should go do mine. :)
- None of my clothes fit. My pants are literally falling off my body. Not only can I not afford to buy new clothes, I can't afford to take every item of clothing I own to the tailor to have them taken in. Frack!
- I want to have another party. Like, maybe tomorrow. :)
- Somehow I hurt my shoulder swimming this morning. Bleh.
- I also hurt my left knee running Sunday. And then I sliced my right heel open on the bathtub faucet. (Don't ask.) I'm falling apart!
- Last night my brother told us that his friend was offered one ticket to Game 5, but he turned it down because his girlfriend would have been mad if he went without her. Andrew said if he was offered one ticket to a championship game, he would give it to me so I could go. Awwwww! xoxox to him.
- Does anyone really read this worthless crap I blog about???
- A headhunter called me Friday about a job in Philly that sounds really great. She got my name from someone I used to think was my arch nemesis. Maybe I was wrong about that person. Hmmm. Anyway, it might lead to nothing, but it's still nice to be recommended.
- Speaking of jobs, I should go do mine. :)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
The blowout!
To say that our Halloween party this weekend was a smashing success would be a ridiculous understatement. By my count (tracking back over the RSVPs and cross-referencing with photos and my own memory), we had 62 people here. Trust me; the house ain't that big! 62 people was a rocking crowd, and everyone seemed to have a great time. You know it's a good party when the first people show up exactly at 8, and the last person doesn't leave until well after 3:30 a.m.
The costumes were loads of fun. People really went all out. A whoopee cushion, Greek goddess (no, it wasn't me! but it was my supermodel gorgeous cousin), German beer wenches, T&A (yes, my brother-in-law dressed as tits and ass), a few cross-dressers, Sarah Palin (my brother!), a bondage threesome, Speed Racer, Million Dollar Baby and her punchingbag husband, a fairy, a butterfly, Carmen Miranda, a caveman... One of the things I love best about Halloween is the opportunity for people to be really creative, and our friends definitely did not disappoint.
Andrew and I had a theme costume: Lt. Dangle from Reno 911 and his prisoner. Because of the skimpiness of my prisoner outfit, I ended up telling people I was a slutty prisoner from a lesbian porn film (to which a few people replied, "I saw that one!). :)
Here's me, Sarah Palin, and the junior goddess.
Here's Lt. Dangle and the king of the nerds.
At about 11:30 or so, the dancing started. We ROCKED my dining room! (The living room was reserved for the Phillies game.) I had put together a playlist that started with older or pop stuff that everyone knew -- Bee Gees, Madonna, Prince, Black Eyed Peas -- before transitioning into the progressive house and club music I love. Folks were dancing their asses off! It was an absolute blast.
I know we've started a new tradition. Can't wait for next year! Hmmm, what should I dress as... :)
The costumes were loads of fun. People really went all out. A whoopee cushion, Greek goddess (no, it wasn't me! but it was my supermodel gorgeous cousin), German beer wenches, T&A (yes, my brother-in-law dressed as tits and ass), a few cross-dressers, Sarah Palin (my brother!), a bondage threesome, Speed Racer, Million Dollar Baby and her punchingbag husband, a fairy, a butterfly, Carmen Miranda, a caveman... One of the things I love best about Halloween is the opportunity for people to be really creative, and our friends definitely did not disappoint.
Andrew and I had a theme costume: Lt. Dangle from Reno 911 and his prisoner. Because of the skimpiness of my prisoner outfit, I ended up telling people I was a slutty prisoner from a lesbian porn film (to which a few people replied, "I saw that one!). :)
Here's me, Sarah Palin, and the junior goddess.
Here's Lt. Dangle and the king of the nerds.
At about 11:30 or so, the dancing started. We ROCKED my dining room! (The living room was reserved for the Phillies game.) I had put together a playlist that started with older or pop stuff that everyone knew -- Bee Gees, Madonna, Prince, Black Eyed Peas -- before transitioning into the progressive house and club music I love. Folks were dancing their asses off! It was an absolute blast.
I know we've started a new tradition. Can't wait for next year! Hmmm, what should I dress as... :)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
42
Although I won't officially be 42 for another 20 minutes (2:22 p.m.), I am 42 today.
42.
Huh.
I don't feel 42. What does that mean, anyway? Am I supposed to instantly fall apart because I've reached the beginning of a new year? Does 42 really feel that different from 41? 38? 35? Does it look different?
Last week Jimmy W. asked how old I was. When I told him I'd be 42 in five days, he exclaimed, "You're an old broad!" His surprise was evident, and I just laughed. In his defense, he did follow up his potentially offensive comment with, "My wife just asked me how old you were, and I told her 34. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it."
While that's nice to hear -- really nice! -- I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to look like at this age. Am I supposed to look a certain way? Act a certain way? Wear different clothes or hairstyle or shoes or makeup, like a scarlet letter of some sort? Should it be more obvious that I'm an old broad? Should it even matter?
Recently I've noticed that the years sort of start to blend together, now that I'm past all the noteworthy ages (16, 18, 21). Now I just worry about fives and zeros, as they seem to be milestones of a different sort. But even those birthdays aren't really worth worrying about, are they?
So yes, I'm 42 today. I'm thankful for everything I have -- chief among them my health, family, and friends. I'm looking forward to the next 42+ years. Hopefully you'll all be along for the ride.
42.
Huh.
I don't feel 42. What does that mean, anyway? Am I supposed to instantly fall apart because I've reached the beginning of a new year? Does 42 really feel that different from 41? 38? 35? Does it look different?
Last week Jimmy W. asked how old I was. When I told him I'd be 42 in five days, he exclaimed, "You're an old broad!" His surprise was evident, and I just laughed. In his defense, he did follow up his potentially offensive comment with, "My wife just asked me how old you were, and I told her 34. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it."
While that's nice to hear -- really nice! -- I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to look like at this age. Am I supposed to look a certain way? Act a certain way? Wear different clothes or hairstyle or shoes or makeup, like a scarlet letter of some sort? Should it be more obvious that I'm an old broad? Should it even matter?
Recently I've noticed that the years sort of start to blend together, now that I'm past all the noteworthy ages (16, 18, 21). Now I just worry about fives and zeros, as they seem to be milestones of a different sort. But even those birthdays aren't really worth worrying about, are they?
So yes, I'm 42 today. I'm thankful for everything I have -- chief among them my health, family, and friends. I'm looking forward to the next 42+ years. Hopefully you'll all be along for the ride.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Baby, baby, where did my butt go?
With apologies to Diana Ross... Actually, no. I can't stand her. No apologies to her! I'm stealing and paraphrasing her song. :)
My butt is gone. Poof. Vanished. My once beautiful, round, firm, sexy butt is completely MIA. I lost too much weight, and my tookus is suffering for it.
IronHubby is devastated. I am too, to be honest. My butt was always the one body part I was proud of. No matter what else was going on (a few extra pounds, a bad hair day, bags under my eyes), I could count on my butt to be a source of pride and wonder.
Not any more, though.
I'm sad.
Edited to add a bootylicious photo I found, taken in 2006. *sigh*
My butt is gone. Poof. Vanished. My once beautiful, round, firm, sexy butt is completely MIA. I lost too much weight, and my tookus is suffering for it.
IronHubby is devastated. I am too, to be honest. My butt was always the one body part I was proud of. No matter what else was going on (a few extra pounds, a bad hair day, bags under my eyes), I could count on my butt to be a source of pride and wonder.
Not any more, though.
I'm sad.
Edited to add a bootylicious photo I found, taken in 2006. *sigh*
Sunday, October 19, 2008
What a difference a week makes!
Last Sunday:
Nike shorts and Delaware Running Club singlet
Today:
Compression capri tights, 2 shirts, and gloves
It was in the 40s when I ran this morning! Last Sunday it was close to 80. What the ????
Nike shorts and Delaware Running Club singlet
Today:
Compression capri tights, 2 shirts, and gloves
It was in the 40s when I ran this morning! Last Sunday it was close to 80. What the ????
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Honest work
For the first time in my life, I'm enjoying cleaning. I'm doing a really deep clean this weekend so that next weekend I have to do only surface stuff (dusting, vacuuming, wiping down the counters) before our Halloween par-tay.*
So today I'm on my hands and knees with a bucket of Pine Sol and water, scrubbing the baseboards, cleaning all the woodwork, moving furniture around to accomodate our party* guests, and getting everything almost ready. I'm basically wearing Pine Sol perfume today. :)
I don't know why I hate cleaning so much. It's honest work. If you work hard, the results will be obvious. It also provides instant gratification, and it's so satisfying to see the fruits of your labor when all is said and done. So why do I postpone it so much? Why do I find 18 other things to do? Why do I cringe whenever I have to do it?
It's really not. that. bad.
Huh. Who knew?
* Party details:
Saturday, October 25
Halloween Party
Yes, you have to wear a costume
If you live nearby and are free, please come. Email me for an official invite. :)
So today I'm on my hands and knees with a bucket of Pine Sol and water, scrubbing the baseboards, cleaning all the woodwork, moving furniture around to accomodate our party* guests, and getting everything almost ready. I'm basically wearing Pine Sol perfume today. :)
I don't know why I hate cleaning so much. It's honest work. If you work hard, the results will be obvious. It also provides instant gratification, and it's so satisfying to see the fruits of your labor when all is said and done. So why do I postpone it so much? Why do I find 18 other things to do? Why do I cringe whenever I have to do it?
It's really not. that. bad.
Huh. Who knew?
* Party details:
Saturday, October 25
Halloween Party
Yes, you have to wear a costume
If you live nearby and are free, please come. Email me for an official invite. :)
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thank you. Thank you very much.
As some of you know, my alter ego is Gigi (or GG). You may think my alter ego is Theia... and basically they mean the same thing as Theia is the Greek word for goddess, and GG/Gigi stands for, what else?, Greek Goddess.
Last weekend we saw a car in Philly with graffiti on the side:
Thank you, mystery Philadelphia driver. Thank you very, very much.
:)
Last weekend we saw a car in Philly with graffiti on the side:
Gigi is HOT! She rocks.
Thank you, mystery Philadelphia driver. Thank you very, very much.
:)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I caved
I ate a bobbie for dinner last night while watching the Phillies win. It was unbelievably delicious.
And I'm one pound heavier today.
Coincidence?
And I'm one pound heavier today.
Coincidence?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Speedwork
Last night was my first real speedwork session in several weeks. It wasn't pretty.
Originally, I was going to do 4x1600. Then I changed it to 6x800. Then I changed it again to 2x800 + 2x600 + 2x400 because I'm doing my homecoming 5K Saturday morning. Then I realized I didn't have time to do all that, so I decided on 2x800 + 2x400.
Then I got to the track, took off way too fast, and decided to skip the 800s altogether and just do four 400s. Sheesh!
1:32
1:35
1:36
1:36
These were basically the same pace as the last 400s I did, way back on September 9, so I'm pretty pleased.
Originally, I was going to do 4x1600. Then I changed it to 6x800. Then I changed it again to 2x800 + 2x600 + 2x400 because I'm doing my homecoming 5K Saturday morning. Then I realized I didn't have time to do all that, so I decided on 2x800 + 2x400.
Then I got to the track, took off way too fast, and decided to skip the 800s altogether and just do four 400s. Sheesh!
1:32
1:35
1:36
1:36
These were basically the same pace as the last 400s I did, way back on September 9, so I'm pretty pleased.
Monday, October 13, 2008
So I guess my race season isn't over after all
If you've read Heather's blog -- sauconrunner.blogspot.com -- you know that she took a fall last week and is basically out for the Philly Marathon. She's now in the process of trying to switch her registration to the half... so I can run it for her.
The good news:
- I get to try for another half marathon PR in a few weeks. 1:51:30 is looking good...
- I'm still in good enough shape to continue training.
- The weather will eventually be cooler, so my long runs will be more pleasant.
- I'll get to enjoy the festivities I thought I was going to miss... or at least participate in as a spectator only.
The bad news:
- A new 10K PR will likely have to wait until next year.
- I won't get to run the 3:10 pace team in the last 2-3 miles as I was planning to do. (Sorry, Chris... some other time!)
- If I do PR, it won't be in my own name.
- Worst of all, poor Heather won't get to run at all. :(
I promise to do her proud!
The good news:
- I get to try for another half marathon PR in a few weeks. 1:51:30 is looking good...
- I'm still in good enough shape to continue training.
- The weather will eventually be cooler, so my long runs will be more pleasant.
- I'll get to enjoy the festivities I thought I was going to miss... or at least participate in as a spectator only.
The bad news:
- A new 10K PR will likely have to wait until next year.
- I won't get to run the 3:10 pace team in the last 2-3 miles as I was planning to do. (Sorry, Chris... some other time!)
- If I do PR, it won't be in my own name.
- Worst of all, poor Heather won't get to run at all. :(
I promise to do her proud!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Poor little Sherman
I guess Sherman's injuries were too severe. He was pretty lifeless when I got home from the gym last night. I held him for a while and tried to help him drink some water, as I thought he might be dehydrated. He had eaten most of the cheese, so I put more cheese in his box as well, plus a few sunflower seeds.
An hour later, he was still in bad shape, so I held him again and pet him with my finger. At 10:45 p.m., Andrew pronounced him dead. I just hope that his scary last day was filled with at least a little comfort from our care and concern.
RIP, little Sherman.
An hour later, he was still in bad shape, so I held him again and pet him with my finger. At 10:45 p.m., Andrew pronounced him dead. I just hope that his scary last day was filled with at least a little comfort from our care and concern.
RIP, little Sherman.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I need professional help, obviously
There's something wrong with me.
This morning I discovered a baby mouse limping around in my dining room. The poor little guy had at least one broken leg if not more. I captured him, put him in a shoe box (thanks, new Sauconys!), and added a cracker, some shredded cheese, and a beer bottle cap of water.
I named him Sherman.
Poor little Sherman broke my heart. I actually was crying over him. Crying. Over a mouse. I'm a pathetic soul, aren't I?
So I'm sending healing vibes to Sherman today. Our goal is to rehabilitate him and set him free in the woods near our house. Get strong, little guy! Get lots of rest, drink your water, and eat some good protein-filled cheese. You can do it!!!!
Lunchtime Edit:
IronHubby said Sherman was hobbling around pretty well in his new home and might have nibbled on a bit of the cracker. Go Sherman go!!
This morning I discovered a baby mouse limping around in my dining room. The poor little guy had at least one broken leg if not more. I captured him, put him in a shoe box (thanks, new Sauconys!), and added a cracker, some shredded cheese, and a beer bottle cap of water.
I named him Sherman.
Poor little Sherman broke my heart. I actually was crying over him. Crying. Over a mouse. I'm a pathetic soul, aren't I?
So I'm sending healing vibes to Sherman today. Our goal is to rehabilitate him and set him free in the woods near our house. Get strong, little guy! Get lots of rest, drink your water, and eat some good protein-filled cheese. You can do it!!!!
Lunchtime Edit:
IronHubby said Sherman was hobbling around pretty well in his new home and might have nibbled on a bit of the cracker. Go Sherman go!!
Monday, October 6, 2008
One more thing...
Despite Maria's suggestion (trust me, I'd thought of it too!) to eat a Bobbie in celebration of my race, I assure you there will be no Bobbies in my near future. We got our Halloween costumes yesterday. Let's just say mine is very skimpy and pretty revealing. No sandwiches for me for a few weeks! ;)
A fantastic weekend!
I had such a great weekend! Friday I took off work to clean the house (which I need to do again because we babysat Brodie all weekend... two dogs plus four cats plus three adults equals a messy house!). Heather arrived around 2 p.m. so we could head down to DC for a Flyers/Capitals game... her first ever NHL game! She's an excellent roadtrip partner, so the ride down was loads of fun, even when we got stuck in a bit of traffic south of Baltimore.
The game was a blast, even though it was basically the Capitals vs. the Phantoms... lots of 4th stringers and rookies got lots of ice time. That's what pre-season is all about, right? A friend of my brother's (and mine) works for the Flyers and came over to say hi to us before the game. After the first period, I looked over at the press box to see if he was there, and I saw him pointing us out to someone who looked suspiciously like Chris Therien, former defenseman for the Flyers and current post-game analyst on tv. We waved at them and smiled, they waved back, and a minute later I got a text message, "That was Chris Therien waving at you!" Ahhh yeah.
After the game we got our first Chipotle (yum!!) and drove back to my house. Saturday morning we volunteered at a local 5K race as the water girls and got to see Matt J race it. Afterward we hit the local running store, went for a short run together, got lunch, and said our goodbyes. (Sniff!)
Sunday of course was my race, which you already know about if you read yesterday's post. IronHubby and I spent the afternoon at Eileen and Joe's flipping back and forth between the Eagles (boo) and the Phillies (yay!) and playing with our godchildren.
All in all, it was a wonderful weekend -- time spent with dear friends, beautiful fall weather, a successful race, and lots of games -- Flyers, Eagles, AND Phillies -- to watch and enjoy.
The game was a blast, even though it was basically the Capitals vs. the Phantoms... lots of 4th stringers and rookies got lots of ice time. That's what pre-season is all about, right? A friend of my brother's (and mine) works for the Flyers and came over to say hi to us before the game. After the first period, I looked over at the press box to see if he was there, and I saw him pointing us out to someone who looked suspiciously like Chris Therien, former defenseman for the Flyers and current post-game analyst on tv. We waved at them and smiled, they waved back, and a minute later I got a text message, "That was Chris Therien waving at you!" Ahhh yeah.
After the game we got our first Chipotle (yum!!) and drove back to my house. Saturday morning we volunteered at a local 5K race as the water girls and got to see Matt J race it. Afterward we hit the local running store, went for a short run together, got lunch, and said our goodbyes. (Sniff!)
Sunday of course was my race, which you already know about if you read yesterday's post. IronHubby and I spent the afternoon at Eileen and Joe's flipping back and forth between the Eagles (boo) and the Phillies (yay!) and playing with our godchildren.
All in all, it was a wonderful weekend -- time spent with dear friends, beautiful fall weather, a successful race, and lots of games -- Flyers, Eagles, AND Phillies -- to watch and enjoy.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Delaware Distance Classic
This morning I ran the Delaware Distance Classic (15K), my last endurance race of the year. At the Philly Distance Run two weeks ago, I noted that I was at 1:22:02 at the 15K point, so I set my goal for today as 1:20 (approximately an 8:30 pace).
I received a great surprise before the start when I saw running friend Matt J in the parking lot... NOT dressed to run. He'd come from PA just to cheer for me and take pics! (Awwww!!) Once I get his pics and approve them (y'all KNOW I'm not a pretty runner!), I'll add them to this report.
I wore one-day-old shoes for this race, which is usually a big no-no, but I was confident in my Sauconys. They've never done me wrong. On Joe S's advice, I wore them all day yesterday and even did a short run in them with Heather, who was visiting. (I miss you already! Move here already, would ya??)
I know the suspense is killing all of you loyal readers, so I'll just get to the splits.
8:20 (a little too fast)
8:26 (much better)
8:24
8:14
16:53 (I always miss at least one mile marker in my races!)
8:29
8:27
8:11 (wow!)
2:30
Overall time = 1:17:58. 8:22 average pace, and second in my age group!! Woot!!!
OK, here are a few pics from Matt.
I love this one. Look at all the boys I'm beating. :)
Check out the calves! Holy carp!
And now...
GO PHILLIES!!!!
GO EAGLES!!!!
Deja vu Monday edit: Stupid #%&< Eagles! :|
I received a great surprise before the start when I saw running friend Matt J in the parking lot... NOT dressed to run. He'd come from PA just to cheer for me and take pics! (Awwww!!) Once I get his pics and approve them (y'all KNOW I'm not a pretty runner!), I'll add them to this report.
I wore one-day-old shoes for this race, which is usually a big no-no, but I was confident in my Sauconys. They've never done me wrong. On Joe S's advice, I wore them all day yesterday and even did a short run in them with Heather, who was visiting. (I miss you already! Move here already, would ya??)
I know the suspense is killing all of you loyal readers, so I'll just get to the splits.
8:20 (a little too fast)
8:26 (much better)
8:24
8:14
16:53 (I always miss at least one mile marker in my races!)
8:29
8:27
8:11 (wow!)
2:30
Overall time = 1:17:58. 8:22 average pace, and second in my age group!! Woot!!!
OK, here are a few pics from Matt.
I love this one. Look at all the boys I'm beating. :)
Check out the calves! Holy carp!
And now...
GO PHILLIES!!!!
GO EAGLES!!!!
Deja vu Monday edit: Stupid #%&< Eagles! :|
Thursday, October 2, 2008
My girls
Just a recent pic of my girls -- Karen, Jennifer, Resha, and Eileen. Missing from the photo is Melanie. Hopefully we'll ALL get together soon so we can take a real group shot. (Yes, I'm wearing the same outfit as in the previous entry's photo. I drove directly from the Flyers game to Jennifer's house for her dinner party.)
Here's IronHubby at the same party. Goofball!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A great day to be a Philadelphia sports fan
Yesterday was an outstanding day for Philly folks. Bro and I went to the final NHL game ever to be played in the Spectrum, the Flyers' old arena and the site of too many memories to list -- two Flyers championships, a Sixers championship, concerts, concerts, and more concerts, Disney shows with my cousins when they were very young... the list goes on and on.
As you can see, our seats were amazing: 11th row, between the red line and the blue line.
One of the highlights of the game -- for me, anyway -- was watching my favorite player, Mike Richards, receive his captain shirt in front of the fans and 11 of the past 15 Flyer captains.
Our new captain lived up to expectations, scoring not one but TWO shorthanded goals.
The game ended in a 4-2 win for my Flyboys, some tears of nostalgia, and a very hoarse throat. :) (Pre-season, schmee season. Doesn't matter to me; I'm going to cheer for my team no matter what the date is.)
After the game, bro and I got our picture taken in front of the ice for the last time.
Last night, I watched most of the Phillies game as they won the NL East for the second consecutive year. And tonight, my Eagles will crush Da Bears! A very good weekend to be a Philly sports fan, indeed.
Monday edit: Stupid #%&< Eagles! :|
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Song lyrics
Similar to my favorite songs post, here are some lyrics that speak to me. Some make me unbelievably sad, most make me happy, and all are meaningful in some way. They are listed in no particular order.
"When I was crazy, I thought you were great." - It's All I Can Do, The Cars
"Celebrate we will, for life is short but sweet for certain." - Two-Step, Dave Matthews Band
"Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way." - No Leaf Clover, Metallica
"Across the field you see the sky ripped open. See the rain come through the gaping wound, pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of America." - Bullet the Blue Sky, U2
"Sweetness, I was only joking when I said I'd like to mash every tooth in your head. Sweetness, I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed." - Bigmouth Strikes Again, The Smiths
"F**k you, I won't do what you tell me!" - Killing in the Name, Rage Against the Machine
"All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, is here in my arms." - Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode
"You're gonna have to face it you're a scum and a douchebag." - 11 year-old Phoebe's interpretation of Addicted to Love, Robert Palmer, circa 1986 :)
"I've tried that love thing for the last time." - Nobody's Supposed to Be Here, Deborah Cox
"It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away." - Beautiful Day, U2
"I always wonder why people try to hurt me. No happiness in their own lives, so they act by all their jealousy." - U Don't Know Me, Armand Van Helden
"There's a club if you'd like to go. You could meet someone who really loves you. So you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home and you cry and you want to die." - How Soon Is Now?, The Smiths
"Strangelove - strange highs and strange lows. Strangelove - that's how my love goes." - Strangelove, Depeche Mode
"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a star in someone else's sky, but why, why, why can't it be mine?" - Black, Pearl Jam
"When I was crazy, I thought you were great." - It's All I Can Do, The Cars
"Celebrate we will, for life is short but sweet for certain." - Two-Step, Dave Matthews Band
"Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way." - No Leaf Clover, Metallica
"Across the field you see the sky ripped open. See the rain come through the gaping wound, pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of America." - Bullet the Blue Sky, U2
"Sweetness, I was only joking when I said I'd like to mash every tooth in your head. Sweetness, I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed." - Bigmouth Strikes Again, The Smiths
"F**k you, I won't do what you tell me!" - Killing in the Name, Rage Against the Machine
"All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, is here in my arms." - Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode
"You're gonna have to face it you're a scum and a douchebag." - 11 year-old Phoebe's interpretation of Addicted to Love, Robert Palmer, circa 1986 :)
"I've tried that love thing for the last time." - Nobody's Supposed to Be Here, Deborah Cox
"It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away." - Beautiful Day, U2
"I always wonder why people try to hurt me. No happiness in their own lives, so they act by all their jealousy." - U Don't Know Me, Armand Van Helden
"There's a club if you'd like to go. You could meet someone who really loves you. So you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home and you cry and you want to die." - How Soon Is Now?, The Smiths
"Strangelove - strange highs and strange lows. Strangelove - that's how my love goes." - Strangelove, Depeche Mode
"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a star in someone else's sky, but why, why, why can't it be mine?" - Black, Pearl Jam
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A timely reminder
Thank you to my cousin Jen, who sent this via email yesterday. The timing could not be more perfect.
1. What did I learn last week? – If you have trouble answering this question, it’s time for a change. It doesn’t matter how old you are; you should learn something new every week.
2. What was my greatest accomplishment over the past week? – Reflecting on your accomplishments is a healthy way to raise self confidence and contentment. It’s also an effective way to track your progress.
3. Which moment from last week was the most memorable and why? – It may open up your mind to new passions and goals or simple pastimes worth revisiting.
4. What is the number one thing I need to accomplish this week? – Everything else is secondary and should be treated as such. Nevertheless, this question will also shine light on other noteworthy tasks.
5. What can I do right now to make the week less stressful? – Set reminders in your calendar, get your laundry done, fill the car with gas… organize yourself.
6. What have I struggled with in the past that might also affect the upcoming week? – The idea here is to learn from your struggles and better equip yourself for future encounters.
7. What was last week’s biggest time sink? – Steer clear of this in the future. Set up physical barriers against distractions if you have to.
8. Am I carrying any excess baggage into the week that can be dropped? – Physical clutter, mental clutter… eliminate the unnecessary so the necessary may shine bright.
9. What have I been avoiding that needs to get done? – Pencil in a time to get these things done. For any 2-minute or less tasks, consider scheduling them first thing Monday morning.
10. What opportunities are still on the table? – If it’s still available and you want it, make a concrete plan to go after it this week.
11. Is there anyone I’ve been meaning to talk to?– Regular communication can solve problems before they fester. Always keep an open line of communication to those around you.
12. Is there anyone that deserves a big Thank You? – Take time each week to thank the people who have helped you. Your kind gesture will not go unnoticed.
13. How can I help someone else this coming week? – The easiest way to get what you want is to help others get what they want. If you help them, they will remember you when you need help.
14. What are my top 3 goals for the next 3 years? – You’ll never make any progress in life if you don’t set realistic goals for yourself.
15. Have any of my recent actions moved me closer to my goals? – If the answer is no, something needs to change.
16. What’s the next step for each goal? – Knowing the next step is the key to accomplishing the whole.
17. What am I looking forward to during the upcoming week? – The answer can act as a great source of motivation. If nothing exists, schedule something to look forward to.
18. What are my fears? – Consciously address your fears each week and slowly work on resolving them. It’s all about taking baby steps.
19. What am I most grateful for? – It’s a smart way to keep things in perspective and something you should never lose sight of.
20. If I knew I only had one week to live, who would I spend my time with? – Another helpful reminder… Life is short. Spend more time with the people you care about.
1. What did I learn last week? – If you have trouble answering this question, it’s time for a change. It doesn’t matter how old you are; you should learn something new every week.
2. What was my greatest accomplishment over the past week? – Reflecting on your accomplishments is a healthy way to raise self confidence and contentment. It’s also an effective way to track your progress.
3. Which moment from last week was the most memorable and why? – It may open up your mind to new passions and goals or simple pastimes worth revisiting.
4. What is the number one thing I need to accomplish this week? – Everything else is secondary and should be treated as such. Nevertheless, this question will also shine light on other noteworthy tasks.
5. What can I do right now to make the week less stressful? – Set reminders in your calendar, get your laundry done, fill the car with gas… organize yourself.
6. What have I struggled with in the past that might also affect the upcoming week? – The idea here is to learn from your struggles and better equip yourself for future encounters.
7. What was last week’s biggest time sink? – Steer clear of this in the future. Set up physical barriers against distractions if you have to.
8. Am I carrying any excess baggage into the week that can be dropped? – Physical clutter, mental clutter… eliminate the unnecessary so the necessary may shine bright.
9. What have I been avoiding that needs to get done? – Pencil in a time to get these things done. For any 2-minute or less tasks, consider scheduling them first thing Monday morning.
10. What opportunities are still on the table? – If it’s still available and you want it, make a concrete plan to go after it this week.
11. Is there anyone I’ve been meaning to talk to?– Regular communication can solve problems before they fester. Always keep an open line of communication to those around you.
12. Is there anyone that deserves a big Thank You? – Take time each week to thank the people who have helped you. Your kind gesture will not go unnoticed.
13. How can I help someone else this coming week? – The easiest way to get what you want is to help others get what they want. If you help them, they will remember you when you need help.
14. What are my top 3 goals for the next 3 years? – You’ll never make any progress in life if you don’t set realistic goals for yourself.
15. Have any of my recent actions moved me closer to my goals? – If the answer is no, something needs to change.
16. What’s the next step for each goal? – Knowing the next step is the key to accomplishing the whole.
17. What am I looking forward to during the upcoming week? – The answer can act as a great source of motivation. If nothing exists, schedule something to look forward to.
18. What are my fears? – Consciously address your fears each week and slowly work on resolving them. It’s all about taking baby steps.
19. What am I most grateful for? – It’s a smart way to keep things in perspective and something you should never lose sight of.
20. If I knew I only had one week to live, who would I spend my time with? – Another helpful reminder… Life is short. Spend more time with the people you care about.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
PR at PDR!
This morning was the Philadelphia Distance Run, my first time doing a race local runners, including IronHubby, rave about. I was hoping to do a 1:55, which would be almost a 5 minute PR over November's Philly Half (1:58:58). On Friday, I printed and laminated a pace card that would keep me at an 8:45 pace, or 1:54:37 total time.
My running partners for the morning were Jen J. and Janeen M. We met bright and early at the Rodin Museum and hurried over to the HUGEMONGOUS porta-potty lines. And waited. And waited. And waited! Sheesh! :)
Once we were finally through the line, we ran over to the start and couldn't even get in the corral due to the crowds... so our start was a bit delayed. No biggie. Thank goodness for chip time! My stomach was in knots all last night and all morning, and my cold has come back with a vengeance, but I was confident that I'd be OK for the race.
Here are our splits. I missed a few of the mile markers, as you'll soon see.
9:33 (so crowded!)
8:40
8:44
ummmm
yeah, missed that one too
26:13! (that's for miles 4-6, for an 8:44 average pace)
8:51 (got a bit crowded again)
8:34
8:38
8:39
8:41
8:33
8:05 (explanation below)
:48
So, mile 13. As I got closer and closer to the finish, my stomach got worse and worse. I tried to put it out of my mind, but finally around mile 12.25 I had to zip into a portapotty. Major GI distress. Ugh. I turned my watch off while I was in there and turned it back on as soon as I was done... and then I RACED the rest of that mile to get back on pace.
CHIP TIME 1:55:07
WATCH TIME 1:54:04
Huge thanks to Janeen and especially Jen for their outstanding company, witty banter, laughs, and great support this morning. I couldn't have done it without them!
Kudos also to Heather for her PR! Way to go, girlie!!!
My running partners for the morning were Jen J. and Janeen M. We met bright and early at the Rodin Museum and hurried over to the HUGEMONGOUS porta-potty lines. And waited. And waited. And waited! Sheesh! :)
Once we were finally through the line, we ran over to the start and couldn't even get in the corral due to the crowds... so our start was a bit delayed. No biggie. Thank goodness for chip time! My stomach was in knots all last night and all morning, and my cold has come back with a vengeance, but I was confident that I'd be OK for the race.
Here are our splits. I missed a few of the mile markers, as you'll soon see.
9:33 (so crowded!)
8:40
8:44
ummmm
yeah, missed that one too
26:13! (that's for miles 4-6, for an 8:44 average pace)
8:51 (got a bit crowded again)
8:34
8:38
8:39
8:41
8:33
8:05 (explanation below)
:48
So, mile 13. As I got closer and closer to the finish, my stomach got worse and worse. I tried to put it out of my mind, but finally around mile 12.25 I had to zip into a portapotty. Major GI distress. Ugh. I turned my watch off while I was in there and turned it back on as soon as I was done... and then I RACED the rest of that mile to get back on pace.
CHIP TIME 1:55:07
WATCH TIME 1:54:04
Huge thanks to Janeen and especially Jen for their outstanding company, witty banter, laughs, and great support this morning. I couldn't have done it without them!
Kudos also to Heather for her PR! Way to go, girlie!!!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Favorite songs
Music is a huge part of my life. The right song can transport me to another time in my life, lift (or lower) my mood, and remind me of people and places in my past. A former boss once called me Alexis "Tunes Are My Life" Insert-Last-Name-Here, and she wasn't too far off the mark.
Because music is so important to me, I love sharing it with loved ones. I enjoy making CDs and picking the perfect songs for that person, whether it's because the lyrics are meaningful or appropriate, or the song means a lot to me and I want to share it with him or her, or it's just a song that I think they may not know but will like.
At work we were talking about our favorite ten songs. That's nearly impossible for me. How do I pick just 10 songs? I can't even narrow down my top 10 U2 songs, much less my top 10 everything songs.
I'll try, though.
10. California Dreamin', The Mamas and the Papas. This song takes me back to junior year of college when I spent one semester in Southern California. Lots of great memories and a very significant semester for me in terms of personal growth, as it was the longest I've ever been away from my family and friends.
9. Night Fire Dance, Andreas Vollenweider. My ultimate mellow out tune. It calms me and lifts my mood every time.
8. Love and Peace or Else, U2. Great theme, great kick at the end, and UNBELIEVABLE live. The best song on the last tour by far. Very powerful.
7. Late in the Evening, Paul Simon. Something about this song makes me really happy. I love the Latin influence at the end. I love the lyrics. I can listen to this song over and over and over without getting sick of it.
6. Go, Pearl Jam. I have to hear this song before every race I do. It pumps me up like no other song or pre-race ritual can. I even sing it to myself during my races when I need a pick-me-up.
5. Kiss, Prince. How can you hear this song and NOT sing and dance? I hear it and picture myself in my car with Mom, dancing and singing at the top of our lungs while we're driving up the NJ Turnpike to New York.
4. How Soon Is Now?, The Smiths. So dark. So moody. So depressing. I love it.
3. Black, Pearl Jam. I cry every single time I hear this song. Involuntary tears.
2. Where the Streets Have No Name, U2. This song was playing as I crossed the finish line of my first (and only) marathon. Bono was there for me when I needed him most. Another song that makes me cry uncontrollably.
1. Here Comes the Sun, The Beatles. I love its optimism and hopefulness. This song simply makes me happy. And that's why it will always be #1.
Because music is so important to me, I love sharing it with loved ones. I enjoy making CDs and picking the perfect songs for that person, whether it's because the lyrics are meaningful or appropriate, or the song means a lot to me and I want to share it with him or her, or it's just a song that I think they may not know but will like.
At work we were talking about our favorite ten songs. That's nearly impossible for me. How do I pick just 10 songs? I can't even narrow down my top 10 U2 songs, much less my top 10 everything songs.
I'll try, though.
10. California Dreamin', The Mamas and the Papas. This song takes me back to junior year of college when I spent one semester in Southern California. Lots of great memories and a very significant semester for me in terms of personal growth, as it was the longest I've ever been away from my family and friends.
9. Night Fire Dance, Andreas Vollenweider. My ultimate mellow out tune. It calms me and lifts my mood every time.
8. Love and Peace or Else, U2. Great theme, great kick at the end, and UNBELIEVABLE live. The best song on the last tour by far. Very powerful.
7. Late in the Evening, Paul Simon. Something about this song makes me really happy. I love the Latin influence at the end. I love the lyrics. I can listen to this song over and over and over without getting sick of it.
6. Go, Pearl Jam. I have to hear this song before every race I do. It pumps me up like no other song or pre-race ritual can. I even sing it to myself during my races when I need a pick-me-up.
5. Kiss, Prince. How can you hear this song and NOT sing and dance? I hear it and picture myself in my car with Mom, dancing and singing at the top of our lungs while we're driving up the NJ Turnpike to New York.
4. How Soon Is Now?, The Smiths. So dark. So moody. So depressing. I love it.
3. Black, Pearl Jam. I cry every single time I hear this song. Involuntary tears.
2. Where the Streets Have No Name, U2. This song was playing as I crossed the finish line of my first (and only) marathon. Bono was there for me when I needed him most. Another song that makes me cry uncontrollably.
1. Here Comes the Sun, The Beatles. I love its optimism and hopefulness. This song simply makes me happy. And that's why it will always be #1.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Oh, and everyone needs to get off my case
I am NOT emaciated.
I am NOT too skinny.
I am NOT anorexic.
I am NOT a toothpick. (Yes, I heard that one this morning.)
I do NOT need a sandwich!!!!
I am NOT too skinny.
I am NOT anorexic.
I am NOT a toothpick. (Yes, I heard that one this morning.)
I do NOT need a sandwich!!!!
I'm sick
Not this week! Not 6 days before a half marathon! Ack!!!
I have a sore throat, swollen glands, and a sniffly nose.
This sucks a$$.
Bleh.
I have a sore throat, swollen glands, and a sniffly nose.
This sucks a$$.
Bleh.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Olympic 5K Race Report
So my race was a good news/bad news scenario. I really wanted a new PR (anything faster than 23:59), and I've been working hard to get there. I thought today was the day, despite the heat. I tried to hydrate really well before the race... and hydrated a little too much! No fewer than 3 trips to the potty before the race! Oops.
It was a small field. Maybe 125-150 people? Not sure. I have no clue how to guestimate crowd sizes.
THE BAD
The volunteer at one of the turns didn't realize we were supposed to stay on the sidewalk, rather than on the street. As a result, mile 2 was long by .07 (a girl I talked to at the finish had a Garmin). Not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but when you're gunning for a PR it makes a big difference. So no PR for me today, even though I was on pace to get one. My time was 24:26 according to my watch, which is a 7:43 pace for 3.17 miles. That detour cost me a good 30 seconds.
THE GOOD
I really shouldn't complain too much because I was.........
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are you ready for this??
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1st female and 17th overall!!!!
(I told you it was a small race.) :)
It was a small field. Maybe 125-150 people? Not sure. I have no clue how to guestimate crowd sizes.
THE BAD
The volunteer at one of the turns didn't realize we were supposed to stay on the sidewalk, rather than on the street. As a result, mile 2 was long by .07 (a girl I talked to at the finish had a Garmin). Not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but when you're gunning for a PR it makes a big difference. So no PR for me today, even though I was on pace to get one. My time was 24:26 according to my watch, which is a 7:43 pace for 3.17 miles. That detour cost me a good 30 seconds.
THE GOOD
I really shouldn't complain too much because I was.........
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are you ready for this??
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1st female and 17th overall!!!!
(I told you it was a small race.) :)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9/11
7 years. Wow. For my generation, 9/11 was our JFK moment. You know... "Where were you when the towers were hit?" Everyone remembers exactly where they were, what they were doing, how they learned about it. I even remember what I was wearing that day. (Black wide leg pants, crisp white wraparound Kenneth Cole shirt with cufflinks.)
That was probably the worst day of my life, not only because of the horror that unfolded before all of us on live television, but also because there was a 12 hour delay from when I got an email from my brother saying, "I'm OK, leaving work now" at 10 a.m. to when I finally talked to him on the phone at 10:45 p.m. and knew he'd made it home to Brooklyn safely. Not knowing where he was all day or if he was safe was absolutely the most terrifying, gut-wrenching experience I've ever had.
About 6 weeks after 9/11, I traveled to New York for a Halloween party, U2 concert, and get-togethers with my brother and some friends and family. Had I not met IronHubby shortly thereafter, that weekend would have changed my life. I sobbed all the way home (talk about a difficult drive down the NJ Turnpike). I immediately started looking for jobs in New York. I was so moved that I was ready to pack it all up and start again in the Big Apple.
I still regret not doing it. I think I could have convinced IronHubby to move. Maybe I still can... who knows.
Another 4 weeks after that trip, I again traveled to New York as part of the Children of the Heroes program. We had collected thousands of new toys, books, and other holiday gifts for the kids of the firefighters and police officers who had died running into the Towers on 9/11.
The fires were still smoldering at that point. The smell still lingered. The memories were still too fresh. I had another breakdown, right in the middle of the sidewalk near Ground Zero.
Here are a few of the pictures I took that day.
And one picture that was taken of me with some new friends.
If you're so inclined, say a prayer today for those we lost and for those they left behind. We can't change the past, but we can ensure that their memory lives on in our hearts.
God bless America.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Good news/bad news
THE GOOD
My speedwork went well last night. I really enjoy my track workouts. I know it sounds sick, but it's true.
Because I'm doing a 5K Saturday morning, I did short intervals last night. 6x400 and 4x100.
The 400s were:
1:32 (too fast!)
1:36
1:35
1:36
1:38
1:37
The 100s were by feel only, since the track was unmarked. I just ran the straights and walked the curves:
:17
:17
:17
:17
Damn, I'm good. :)
THE BAD
On the way home, I became VIOLENTLY ill. I mean, I almost had to stop at a neighbor's house because I didn't think I'd make it to my own. (The neighbor's house was about 6-7 doors down from my house! That's how quickly it came on and how awful I felt.)
I was sick as a dog for the rest of the night. I managed to eat 2 pieces of toast for dinner at about 9:30 - the first time I thought I could handle putting anything in my mouth - and I went to bed shortly after that.
I'm very weak today and pretty much completely dehydrated. Hopefully, someone can sub my classes at the Y tonight. I don't think 2 hours of aerobics - boot camp and advanced step - is in my best interest tonight...
My speedwork went well last night. I really enjoy my track workouts. I know it sounds sick, but it's true.
Because I'm doing a 5K Saturday morning, I did short intervals last night. 6x400 and 4x100.
The 400s were:
1:32 (too fast!)
1:36
1:35
1:36
1:38
1:37
The 100s were by feel only, since the track was unmarked. I just ran the straights and walked the curves:
:17
:17
:17
:17
Damn, I'm good. :)
THE BAD
On the way home, I became VIOLENTLY ill. I mean, I almost had to stop at a neighbor's house because I didn't think I'd make it to my own. (The neighbor's house was about 6-7 doors down from my house! That's how quickly it came on and how awful I felt.)
I was sick as a dog for the rest of the night. I managed to eat 2 pieces of toast for dinner at about 9:30 - the first time I thought I could handle putting anything in my mouth - and I went to bed shortly after that.
I'm very weak today and pretty much completely dehydrated. Hopefully, someone can sub my classes at the Y tonight. I don't think 2 hours of aerobics - boot camp and advanced step - is in my best interest tonight...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
This cracked me up
My cousin Michele sent a chain email of updated proverbs, sayings, etc. This one in particular struck my funnybone.
Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.
Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow.
Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.
Love. It!
Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.
Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow.
Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.
Love. It!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Tom Petty was right
The waiting really is the hardest part.
I'm a very impatient person. VERY. I hate waiting, I hate not knowing, and I hate uncertainty. I like things in black and white. Gray is way out of my comfort zone. And fuzzy? Fuggedaboudit. I go nuts. I want to know everything I need to know. Now.
Sometimes I wish I were psychic. From everything I've read about cognitive abilities, they can sometimes be more of a curse than a blessing. I'm willing to take that chance, however. I want to look into a crystal ball and see the future so that I know I'm on the right path, making the right decisions.
So if anyone can help me out, I'd really appreciate it. :)
I'm a very impatient person. VERY. I hate waiting, I hate not knowing, and I hate uncertainty. I like things in black and white. Gray is way out of my comfort zone. And fuzzy? Fuggedaboudit. I go nuts. I want to know everything I need to know. Now.
Sometimes I wish I were psychic. From everything I've read about cognitive abilities, they can sometimes be more of a curse than a blessing. I'm willing to take that chance, however. I want to look into a crystal ball and see the future so that I know I'm on the right path, making the right decisions.
So if anyone can help me out, I'd really appreciate it. :)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Revenge of Quadzilla!
(Doesn't it look like I just ran a mile in 6:16? HA! I wish!)
Here's another, this one of our friend Joe. Whose quads are more ripped? Hmmm...
Edited to add a photo of IronHubby, the original QUADZILLA.
I still maintain that my legs are the best! :D
The sleep gods are conspiring against me
I've been averaging probably 4 hours of sleep a night recently (possibly less this past weekend, for a variety of reasons). Last night I slept relatively well, waking up only 3 times during the night. My alarm went off at 5:20 so I could feed all the critters, get dressed, and get myself to the Y to meet Laura S, my favoritest client ever. While I was standing in the kitchen, I thought I heard IronHubby call my name from the top of the stairs so I walked over to see if he was indeed standing there. I couldn't see a thing, but he must have either seen me or sensed my presence because he told me my phone had been going off.
Yup, you guessed it. Laura wasn't feeling well and asked to reschedule.
Crud! An extra hour of sleep wasted.
The only good news is that it gave me time to ice my knee. That's right, I torqued my knee last night in my second class. To be honest, it hurt a tiny bit Tuesday during my second run -- I ran 2.5 miles to the Y, worked out there, and then ran 2.5 home -- but it wasn't at all debilitating or worrisome. Last night was another story, however. I actually had to stop, sit down on my step, and just talk them through the final choreography. What's weird is that it didn't hurt AT ALL during the first class, in which we did tons of plyometrics and leg stuff. But halfway through my step class I felt it and lowered my step to 6" instead of 8" high, and later in the class when we finally put all the choreo together I screamed in pain and just sat down.
I iced it twice last night and was hoping that would magically take care of it, but this morning it's still very tender and sore.
[Insert curse words of your choice here. Chances are I've said them all in the past 11 hours. Even when I was sleeping.] :)
Maybe the sleep gods and the knee gods are in cahoots.
Yup, you guessed it. Laura wasn't feeling well and asked to reschedule.
Crud! An extra hour of sleep wasted.
The only good news is that it gave me time to ice my knee. That's right, I torqued my knee last night in my second class. To be honest, it hurt a tiny bit Tuesday during my second run -- I ran 2.5 miles to the Y, worked out there, and then ran 2.5 home -- but it wasn't at all debilitating or worrisome. Last night was another story, however. I actually had to stop, sit down on my step, and just talk them through the final choreography. What's weird is that it didn't hurt AT ALL during the first class, in which we did tons of plyometrics and leg stuff. But halfway through my step class I felt it and lowered my step to 6" instead of 8" high, and later in the class when we finally put all the choreo together I screamed in pain and just sat down.
I iced it twice last night and was hoping that would magically take care of it, but this morning it's still very tender and sore.
[Insert curse words of your choice here. Chances are I've said them all in the past 11 hours. Even when I was sleeping.] :)
Maybe the sleep gods and the knee gods are in cahoots.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
A new career??
Last night I attended a meeting for an upcoming fundraiser. Before we started, I chatted briefly with one of the area's premier runners (seriously, I'm intimidated just standing near her!) about Run 4 Mike's Kids, how well it went, and a 5K she's involved with in November. She mentioned that she also is not using the local race director, and we got to talking about how much of the registration fees he keeps for all the 90+ races he puts on each year. It's appalling to me that folks think they are donating money to a charity, when in reality only about 30% of the registration fees actually go to the cause from what I've heard. I said, "I just want someone to start another company to compete with him."
This morning as I replayed the conversation in my head, I thought to myself, "Why not me?" And why not, really? I mean, obviously I don't NEED to put anything else on my plate right now... but this is something I enjoy doing and have a great deal of passion for. Would I get rich doing it? Probably not. Would it have to be part-time in addition to my real job, my classes, personal training, etc? Probably yes. Would it be worth it? The jury's still out. But it's certainly worth exploring, at the very least.
This morning as I replayed the conversation in my head, I thought to myself, "Why not me?" And why not, really? I mean, obviously I don't NEED to put anything else on my plate right now... but this is something I enjoy doing and have a great deal of passion for. Would I get rich doing it? Probably not. Would it have to be part-time in addition to my real job, my classes, personal training, etc? Probably yes. Would it be worth it? The jury's still out. But it's certainly worth exploring, at the very least.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Run 4 Mike's Kids - success on several levels
I have a newfound respect for race directors. (Well, most of them anyway. Local folks will know what/who I'm talking about.) :)
You have no idea how much work goes into a race until you're on the planning end of one. Sponsors, permits, mile markers, timing equipment, volunteers, food, prizes, advertising, clean up... The list is endless. Hug your race director today. I'm serious!
The inaugural Run 4 Mike's Kids was a great success, especially considering we planned it in less than a month. I believe we had 110 runners from about age 11 to 60+. The weather was glorious, and despite a few glitches the race went off really well.
My personal goal was to beat 32 minutes for a sub 8 average pace. (That was my goal even before the poll a few weeks ago. You guys just helped confirm it.) I started off way too fast because I stupidly was trying to keep up with someone I had no business trying to keep up with, and I wasted a good bit of energy cheering for people during mile 3 because I could see them after the turnaround. But otherwise, I was pleased.
My splits were ugly (see reasons listed above):
7:30 (too fast!)
7:48 (more like it)
8:04 (ack! shut up and run, Theia!)
7:44 (perfection!)
Total time, according to my watch, was 31:06. YES!
Many, many thanks to Jimmy W for suggesting the race and for being such a great leader in helping to plan it, the committee of Matt O, Joe L, Andrea L, Michelle N, and Mike M who worked so hard the past few weeks to organize everything, the volunteers who woke up so early on a holiday to help out, and of course the 110 runners who entrusted us with their workouts.
This was the first Run 4 Mike's Kids, but it certainly was not the last.
You have no idea how much work goes into a race until you're on the planning end of one. Sponsors, permits, mile markers, timing equipment, volunteers, food, prizes, advertising, clean up... The list is endless. Hug your race director today. I'm serious!
The inaugural Run 4 Mike's Kids was a great success, especially considering we planned it in less than a month. I believe we had 110 runners from about age 11 to 60+. The weather was glorious, and despite a few glitches the race went off really well.
My personal goal was to beat 32 minutes for a sub 8 average pace. (That was my goal even before the poll a few weeks ago. You guys just helped confirm it.) I started off way too fast because I stupidly was trying to keep up with someone I had no business trying to keep up with, and I wasted a good bit of energy cheering for people during mile 3 because I could see them after the turnaround. But otherwise, I was pleased.
My splits were ugly (see reasons listed above):
7:30 (too fast!)
7:48 (more like it)
8:04 (ack! shut up and run, Theia!)
7:44 (perfection!)
Total time, according to my watch, was 31:06. YES!
Many, many thanks to Jimmy W for suggesting the race and for being such a great leader in helping to plan it, the committee of Matt O, Joe L, Andrea L, Michelle N, and Mike M who worked so hard the past few weeks to organize everything, the volunteers who woke up so early on a holiday to help out, and of course the 110 runners who entrusted us with their workouts.
This was the first Run 4 Mike's Kids, but it certainly was not the last.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Solitude
I'm a bachelorette this weekend. Four days to myself. I'm invited to 2 parties tomorrow evening, but I don't really want to go to either. I had a fun time dancing with gay boys last night, but my euphoria at being out in a club quickly wore off. I had a decent 8 mile run this morning -- surprising considering my lack of sleep, lack of proper hydration and nutrition, and the oppressive humidity -- but I'm still not feeling like myself.
Life is hard. There are constant challenges to navigate, difficult decisions to make, and expectations -- your own and others' -- to live up to. Stress is taking its toll on me, and I'm not handling it well. I spent 2 hours at the pool today with tears streaming down my face. I simply could not stop them. Thankfully the pool was not crowded.
I really should use these four days to meditate, think, pray... whatever you want to call it. It's all the same. Instead, all I want to do is hole up in my house and escape from reality. Cry. Scream. Hit something. I'm tired of thinking. I was told recently that I overthink things, and I suppose that's not too far from the truth.
One of my favorite Pearl Jam songs is Hail Hail. At one point, Eddie Vedder sings, "I don't want to think. I want to feel." That's what I want too, Eddie. But how do I do it? How do I turn off my brain and all that's worrying me? I honestly don't know how.
So I'll go through the motions this weekend. I'll take Miss Shaggy to the dog park later today, and I'll make brief appearances at the parties, and I'll run Monday morning like my life depends on it.
I'll muddle through. I always do.
Life is hard. There are constant challenges to navigate, difficult decisions to make, and expectations -- your own and others' -- to live up to. Stress is taking its toll on me, and I'm not handling it well. I spent 2 hours at the pool today with tears streaming down my face. I simply could not stop them. Thankfully the pool was not crowded.
I really should use these four days to meditate, think, pray... whatever you want to call it. It's all the same. Instead, all I want to do is hole up in my house and escape from reality. Cry. Scream. Hit something. I'm tired of thinking. I was told recently that I overthink things, and I suppose that's not too far from the truth.
One of my favorite Pearl Jam songs is Hail Hail. At one point, Eddie Vedder sings, "I don't want to think. I want to feel." That's what I want too, Eddie. But how do I do it? How do I turn off my brain and all that's worrying me? I honestly don't know how.
So I'll go through the motions this weekend. I'll take Miss Shaggy to the dog park later today, and I'll make brief appearances at the parties, and I'll run Monday morning like my life depends on it.
I'll muddle through. I always do.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The pressure is on! Poll results.
74% of you think I'll do Monday's 4 mile race in less than 32 minutes. OK, now I have a goal. I won't let you down! :)
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Yeah!
Remember my long run a few weeks ago? The 12.1 mile one that I hated?
Same course today... 12.5 minutes faster!
Yeah, baby!!!
Same course today... 12.5 minutes faster!
Yeah, baby!!!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I love this picture!
That's possibly my best race finish picture ever. I don't look nearly as miserable as I felt at that point, plus I've still got some spring in my step after more than 3 hours of racing.
(Which just proves that I dogged the race and had way more to give. Oh well. Now I know.)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Run 4 Mike's Kids
Want to register online? Just cut and paste!
http://www.active.com/page/Event_Details.htm?event_id=1624363&assetId=2445b0af-4aa1-47ea-b91d-dd102e6c8f45
Sunday, August 17, 2008
HOLY HELL that was hard!!!!
My first Olympic distance triathlon is in the books. What a challenging race! What a tough course! What the hell was I thinking?? :)
I had increasing anxiety and stomach distress as the week progressed and I grew closer to race day. In fact, I actually had tears in my eyes as I walked away from IronHubby this morning toward the swim start. This seemed like such a good idea when I signed up several months ago, but now... Ack!
I was most worried about the swim and most confident about the run. Boy was I wrong. The swim was fine. I went at my usual pokey pace and stayed calm, coming out of the water in 44:27 (I figured I'd be between 40 and 45 minutes... closer to 40 with a wetsuit, but the water temp was too warm so wetsuits were disallowed).
The bike course was tough. Rolling hills throughout. Most of the roads were in good condition, and the shade was plentiful. I hoped to finish the 24 miles in about 1:15 to 1:20. Actual time, according to my watch, was 1:26:19. Not so good.
I had to pee for about half of the swim and the entire bike ride, so unfortunately I detoured to the porta-potties before starting the run. Since I had to cross the mat to do so, the potty break time was added to my run time in the official results. Drat.
Onto the run, my strongest event. My running has been pretty solid this spring and summer, and I wanted to maintain about an 8:30 pace for the 10K. Um, not so much. The course followed the first 3.1 miles of the hilly bike course before turning around and heading back to the transition area and finish line. Inexplicably, it was uphill both ways. (Someone please explain to me how this happened!) There was no shade whatsoever on the run, and the sun was strong.
My splits tell the whole story.
7:37 (gaaaa! too fast!)
8:58
9:02
9:13
9:38
9:28
1:50
Total time (by my watch) was 55:50, which IronHubby says is perfect for my first Olympic, considering my 10K PR is 50:45. So 5 minutes slower than my PR. When I look at it that way, it doesn't seem as disappointing as it was this morning.
I ran to the finish chute screaming, "This SUCKS!" to my friends, eliciting big laughs. It was a hard morning, but I'm proud of myself for sticking to my training and gutting it out.
Oh, and I lazed by the pool for 2 hours, tried unsuccessfully to nap, and ate ice cream this afternoon. :)
EDITED TO ADD:
I was DFL in my age group. I am beyond humiliated. Without the potty break, I would have been second to last. Whoop de doo.
I had increasing anxiety and stomach distress as the week progressed and I grew closer to race day. In fact, I actually had tears in my eyes as I walked away from IronHubby this morning toward the swim start. This seemed like such a good idea when I signed up several months ago, but now... Ack!
I was most worried about the swim and most confident about the run. Boy was I wrong. The swim was fine. I went at my usual pokey pace and stayed calm, coming out of the water in 44:27 (I figured I'd be between 40 and 45 minutes... closer to 40 with a wetsuit, but the water temp was too warm so wetsuits were disallowed).
The bike course was tough. Rolling hills throughout. Most of the roads were in good condition, and the shade was plentiful. I hoped to finish the 24 miles in about 1:15 to 1:20. Actual time, according to my watch, was 1:26:19. Not so good.
I had to pee for about half of the swim and the entire bike ride, so unfortunately I detoured to the porta-potties before starting the run. Since I had to cross the mat to do so, the potty break time was added to my run time in the official results. Drat.
Onto the run, my strongest event. My running has been pretty solid this spring and summer, and I wanted to maintain about an 8:30 pace for the 10K. Um, not so much. The course followed the first 3.1 miles of the hilly bike course before turning around and heading back to the transition area and finish line. Inexplicably, it was uphill both ways. (Someone please explain to me how this happened!) There was no shade whatsoever on the run, and the sun was strong.
My splits tell the whole story.
7:37 (gaaaa! too fast!)
8:58
9:02
9:13
9:38
9:28
1:50
Total time (by my watch) was 55:50, which IronHubby says is perfect for my first Olympic, considering my 10K PR is 50:45. So 5 minutes slower than my PR. When I look at it that way, it doesn't seem as disappointing as it was this morning.
I ran to the finish chute screaming, "This SUCKS!" to my friends, eliciting big laughs. It was a hard morning, but I'm proud of myself for sticking to my training and gutting it out.
Oh, and I lazed by the pool for 2 hours, tried unsuccessfully to nap, and ate ice cream this afternoon. :)
EDITED TO ADD:
I was DFL in my age group. I am beyond humiliated. Without the potty break, I would have been second to last. Whoop de doo.
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