(In no particular order)
- Inexplicably, I am having a good hair day today, despite the rain and gloom.
- Lindt truffles are heaven on earth.
- Nothing is better than the sound of a child laughing.
- Chiropractors rock. So do massage therapists.
- I love drinking water and drink as much as I can handle each day. But I much prefer it to be c o l d. Like, teeth-chatteringly cold. What about you?
- I am excited to start speedwork again this week. Bring it!
- 4 days... just 4 more days...
- With any luck, this time next year I'll be a mom (or very close to it). Holy crap.
- I like my kooky, crazy, hectic schedule... most of the time. Sometimes, though, I wish life were simpler and less busy.
- Mean people suck ass. So do small-minded people. Or maybe that's redundant?
- Other sucky people: hypocrites, homophobes, racists, drama queens, attention whores, and unnecessarily competitive people.
- I am trying to decide between the NJ State Tri and Sunset Challenge Tri as my Olympic distance race this year. Both are in July, a week apart. All input is welcome!
- LET'S GO, FLYERS!!!!!!!!!!!
- Um, I think that's all for now. :)
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Very superstitious...
I consider myself a pretty superstitious person, especially when it comes to pre-game or pre-race rituals. In college, I always read The Little Engine That Could before volleyball games, and I recited my mantra (I think I can I think I can I think I can) when I went back to the line to serve. While I didn't read the book during league play after graduation, I did keep reciting the mantra... and still do, in fact.
Now that I've transitioned to running and triathlons, I have my very specific pre-race rituals. I need to hear certain songs and eat certain foods the morning of a race. I have particular items of clothing I prefer -- not only because of comfort but also because of prior success wearing that particular thing. Like the volleyball mantra, the songs are key. I even sing them to myself on the course to motivate myself through a tough patch.
Perhaps the area of my life in which I'm most superstitious is Flyers hockey, however. Over the years, I've decided I have to hear certain songs on game days to ensure a win. When I go to playoff games, I wear the same outfit. On game days, I never, ever, ever wear team gear unless I am, in fact, going to the game. No jersey, no hat, no Flyers socks, no t-shirt, no sweatshirt. None of it, unless I'm actually going to attend. I've even noted which purse I carried or which colored hair tie I've worn on game days and tried to wear/carry the same one the next game.
I do realize, of course, that what I wear/eat/sing has no bearing on the outcome. I'm a relatively intelligent person. I know my little rituals cannot and do not affect the final score.
Still, it can't hurt to put on my lucky underwear...
Now that I've transitioned to running and triathlons, I have my very specific pre-race rituals. I need to hear certain songs and eat certain foods the morning of a race. I have particular items of clothing I prefer -- not only because of comfort but also because of prior success wearing that particular thing. Like the volleyball mantra, the songs are key. I even sing them to myself on the course to motivate myself through a tough patch.
Perhaps the area of my life in which I'm most superstitious is Flyers hockey, however. Over the years, I've decided I have to hear certain songs on game days to ensure a win. When I go to playoff games, I wear the same outfit. On game days, I never, ever, ever wear team gear unless I am, in fact, going to the game. No jersey, no hat, no Flyers socks, no t-shirt, no sweatshirt. None of it, unless I'm actually going to attend. I've even noted which purse I carried or which colored hair tie I've worn on game days and tried to wear/carry the same one the next game.
I do realize, of course, that what I wear/eat/sing has no bearing on the outcome. I'm a relatively intelligent person. I know my little rituals cannot and do not affect the final score.
Still, it can't hurt to put on my lucky underwear...
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Throwing in the towel
Well, it appears that the fates have conspired against me this spring. My goal races are not to be. And I'm OK with it. Promise.
Because I will have an out-of-town visitor the first weekend in May, I'm skipping Broad Street. Because I don't have the extra $$ to pay for my half marathon today -- the last day of the discount -- and because I'm simply too stubborn to pay $70 for it next week when I will have a few extra bucks, I'm skipping the half. That one is a harder pill to swallow, frankly. I really want to set a half marathon PR this year, and I was hoping to do it in the spring so I didn't have it hanging over my head all summer during triathlon season. But it's OK; I raced tris all summer and set a HM PR in 2008, and I can do it again this year.
What I'm wondering, though, is when it will get easier to get it all done. Work, working out, taking care of the pets/house/friends/family, all while trying to stay reasonably sane... It's not like I have a houseful of kids to take care of. Just the four-legged variety, and let's be honest -- they're a hell of a lot easier to care for than the two-legged ones are. :) So why's it so hard to do it all?
Because I will have an out-of-town visitor the first weekend in May, I'm skipping Broad Street. Because I don't have the extra $$ to pay for my half marathon today -- the last day of the discount -- and because I'm simply too stubborn to pay $70 for it next week when I will have a few extra bucks, I'm skipping the half. That one is a harder pill to swallow, frankly. I really want to set a half marathon PR this year, and I was hoping to do it in the spring so I didn't have it hanging over my head all summer during triathlon season. But it's OK; I raced tris all summer and set a HM PR in 2008, and I can do it again this year.
What I'm wondering, though, is when it will get easier to get it all done. Work, working out, taking care of the pets/house/friends/family, all while trying to stay reasonably sane... It's not like I have a houseful of kids to take care of. Just the four-legged variety, and let's be honest -- they're a hell of a lot easier to care for than the two-legged ones are. :) So why's it so hard to do it all?
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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