>All life’s lessons can be found in Dawson’s Creek

December 31, 2008 § Leave a comment

>I’m serious – just think it over. And don’t discount the seasons where they are at college.

In other news, I am at my 2.5 week mark for getting back into training…and I’m already at a mental wall. There is a lot for me to get done in 24 weeks, not to mention everything going on in real life and not running life. Hopefully having a break from work for the next few days will leave me recharged and ready to continue to come back hard in 2009.

Happy New Year everyone!

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>Inside the mind of a genius

December 29, 2008 § 3 Comments

>I constantly get people asking me if I listen to music when I do my long runs/races, and when I say no they always want to know what I think about for all those hours. Thus, I’d like to shed some light onto what exactly are some of the things I think about when I run. Yesterday I spent about 2.5 hours at Susquehanna (NOTE – I did not see another human being this whole time, the trails are in great condition and it was awesome. Only 35 minutes away!), and here is what I thought about:
1. What are the odds of a deer running into me?
2. What are the odds of me running over a squirrel that darts out in front of me and killing it?
3. Would I hook up with Michael Phelps if I ran into him out in Baltimore? (Answer: yes, obvi. And I’d try to steal a medal.)
4. Would I hook up with Flacco if I ran into him out in Baltimore? (Answer: Probably…mostly because I would try to fix his unibrow….)
4. I am currently reading Outliers. One of the main points of the book is that people like professional athletes, or just very successful people – i.e. Bill Gates, have worked hard and have natural talent to get them to where they are now, but their success has also depended heavily on other factors. These factors are things like when they were born, where they went to college, who their mentors were, or any other lucky break they may have had. He proves that all of these factors culminate in that person having the opportunity for extensive experience and practice in their field. I’m not sure if that explanation makes sense, but basically after studying all these people, he discovered that people reach their peak abilities in whatever field after 10,000 hours of practice. He argues that more than that doesn’t really improve your abilities, but less than that can drastically hurt your performance. So I thought a lot about how long it would be until I logged 10,000 hours of running. I came up with the approximation of 35 years old. Interestingly, most female ultrarunners are about 35 at their peak. hmm.
5. I wish I didn’t fall in that stream in the first mile.
6. I wonder how long it would take people to find me here if I fell off the trail and down into the river.
7. I wish I brought a Snickers.
8. I wonder if I can make it through all of New Years in heels.
9. Do I even have flats to match my NYE dress?

>observash

December 28, 2008 § Leave a comment

>My roommates and I drank more bottles of wine this week (6) than boxes (1)….
Oh, how classy we have become.

>Add it to the list…

December 28, 2008 § 2 Comments

>In addition to my already awes list of things I am going to invent slash publish, I will add this:

A GPS that has a “please don’t take me through the projects to get me to my destination” button.

>Don’t take it forgranted

December 26, 2008 § 3 Comments

>In the spirit of Christmas (or maybe because I watched Marley & Me and am a bit weepy), this post is a bit sentimental. Today I was home for the holidays, and while the turkey was cooking I said I was going to go for a long run. Immediately, my dad chirped in and said “oh great, I’ll come with you!” My facial expressions must have divulged my initial reaction of “oh shoot, I wanted to make it a pretty hard run” and he offered that I didn’t have to go with him, or I could drop him after a bit if I needed to. Of course that wasn’t really an option, and I told him I’m happy to go with him and if I wanted to go longer afterwards I always could.

So we set out on our usual route down the bike trail. This is the first year where I have really started to notice how my own fitness has surpassed his. Don’t get me wrong – he’s still really active and in shape for a man in his mid-fifties, but when I run with him I always think it will be like when I was 10 and he was pushing me through 5k’s and 10k’s. I could feel him struggling at an 8:30 pace, so we backed it off to 9’s and I answered all his questions about my race plans and training, saying more than I probably had to so that he didn’t have to talk. We turned around and were able to pick it up a little more since we were warmed up. When we were about a mile from home, he asked me how far I was running, and I said that since we will have done about 5 miles, I’ll probably add on another 4 after. A half mile later, he told me to be safe and run smart, and that he was going to walk the rest in to the house. This caught me by surprise, as my dad is usually as competitive as I am and doesn’t cut a run short. I was pretty torn at first – walking would mean getting cold and having to warm back up for the 2nd half. However, I decided to stop and walk with him. Not only was it Christmas, but it was my dad after all. I went back to the house with him, chatting about the movie and the cats at home. When we got home, I said I’d see him in a few minutes and got back to the rest of my workout.

When I was running by myself, I realized I never want to allow myself to become so self-absorbed in my training and my race plans to skip out on that time with him. Even though the workout was not what I wanted initially, it was worth it to spend that time with my dad. Without him I probably would have never started running in the first place, and he’s certainly worth a half-mile walk back home.

>Quote of the day

December 24, 2008 § Leave a comment

>This little gem pretty much sums up my experiences of banking on Christmas Eve:

Customer speaking to me: Girl, I saw your ass and I know you get attention from black men, so let me just tell you if you ever get knocked up by a black man please bring that child to me to do its hair, because you know that white and black hair don’t mix. And girl you know that child would be cuteā€¦just something to think about.

Me: um, okay, thanks….Merry Christmas!

>If you had to clean your goldfish…

December 23, 2008 § 3 Comments

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how would you do it? Due to a recent lack of attention to Mr. and Mrs. Sippi and their living environment, they have developed an interesting black tone to their scales (poss mold?!). They would not let us get hold of them to scrub them with a toothbrush. That was our only idea. Can you help us?

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