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!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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.
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