Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Adrian, me, Tammy
Monday, August 25, 2008
Then, I discovered teecycle. This is the brainchild of a guy who may be lacking a brain, since he decided it would be a good idea to bicycle from Denver to Milwaukee. He has a heart, though, and even donates a dollar per shirt to the River Revitalization Foundation to restore urban river trails and waterways in Milwaukee. Cool - though he may not think so after I cleaned out the closet and sent him a truckload of t-shirts, but they may all find good homes, after all.
Anyway, if you check out Teecycle.org, you'll see my latest donation - and the cool Hustler tee I picked up for my sis!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Or, maybe the pain got scared when it saw the email confirmation I received from this:
Eek. 88 days away - I think, but I'm not very good at math. At least it looks like I'll be hip-pain-free for tomorrow's hilly race. I can't make any guarantees for runs 88 days and 100s of miles from now, though.
Hi to Crissy and Scott - and whatever hockey players they may be housing in Indy!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
So, this is Saturday's 10k - "challenging course," they say (e.g. HILLS). I woke up this morning with a very, very painful left hip and can barely walk. It is probably due to my whining yesterday. I'm going to try to 'run it out' after work, then hit the wine tasting, just to feel better.
I sure hope it doesn't feel like this Saturday, or for Sunday's 9 miler.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
So, this is minor "suckage" on the scale from 1-10. Right now, I'm at the "this part sucks" point in marathon training. I recognize it - no pity parties - but I still don't like it. I'm right at the point when training starts eating up TIME, I have to schedule everything around running 7-8-14 miles, I hurt, I'm paranoid about injuries, I have to make sure I sleep, I have to concentrate on eating right, and it's just work. All while it's still HOT Summer. The worst part is completing 13 mile runs with that (LOUD) voice in my head saying "you can't run more than double this, wuss." I dislike that voice. It sucks.
Anyway, I know this part sucks. In a couple of weeks, it'll be routine and fun again to take the road for hours at a time. I can run 26.2. I just need to get past this part that sucks.
(If Mom's reading this - sorry for all the "sucks," I know you don't like that phrase - but I never made it through any issues thinking "this part only stinks!")
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I shouldn't complain - this would have been a good day last year, when people were building arks, just in case. But in a year of drought, I am spoiled and, therefore, must complain about running in yucky, wet, soggy shoes.
At least I don't have to run in snow like some of you suckers - that would really make me whine.
Up this weekend - Sunrise (hilly) 10k and a 9-miler step-down run.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
**don't worry my pretty, I'm biding my time and you, too, will be here in this age group soon, soon**
So, the next posted nemesis is my sister, Gretchen. She pretty much kicks my butt in every race we're in (and we live over 1,000 miles apart, but we've raced several times in the past couple of years) - all while having children (4) in between. HER - NOT me. No complaints here on the kiddos - she's provided me with 2/3 of my 2025 Packers offensive starting line and fun, crazy boys to play with.
Here she is in action lately in Green Bay - note: not her best time for a HM, but better than any of mine. AND a bad attempt on her part at an ugly race pic. No tongue hanging out, no body parts in places they don't belong - she just can't get the hang of this ugly race pic thing (I'm just sayin').
Anyway, she even tricked me into my first marathon by telling me that, if she wasn't pregnant, she'd run the 2007 San Antonio Marathon with me. I foolishly agreed, she was actually pregnant at/about that time, and I should have been off the hook. But, being the good sister, I agreed, when her due date for baby #4 was determined to be July, to allow her to train a little longer for the December Dallas Whiterock Marathon instead (that's just how nice I am). **slight story enhancement there in that last part**
We actually finished the marthon together (though she was well in the lead for the most part):
So, since I don't seem to have a chance of beating her (hence her nemesis status), I have no choice but to retaliate in a nasty way - by posting a picture of me beating her when she was HUGE - AND I beat her. That's right. That's really how I am. And here it is:
As you can clearly see, ipso facto evidence that 1) my lean (on the left) caused me to win and 2) she was (on the right) HUGE. Sadly, I think this may have been the last time I beat her.
*Thanks (even though they don't know it) for the last pic to Mom and Dad
1) Don't forget to wear or at least pack bike shorts. Nothing like that feeling of a jeans seam meeting my fourth point of contact for "only" 5+ miles each way.
2) It is Summer and I will sweat - more towels are needed.
3) Even though I was swearing not to do this again on the way there, I mapped the route and it's uphill there and downhill home - whee.
4) That bike is HEAVY. But it was free ('99? Diamondback Sorrento mountain bike) and I figure if someone hits me with their Tundra, I'll dent them pretty bad.
But, it was a better idea than my previous "run to work" idea, and I saved 1/4 gallon of gas. So, I'm probably going to try to bike to work once a week during marathon training - call it cross training - especially when it cools off a little more (heat index 100+ this afternoon).
No races this weekend - 12-13 mile training run in the morning then off to get rained on at the lake.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
This was actually me accepting an age group award at the Incarnate Word Run for Brainpower (ahem, no comments, please) in 2007. Obviously, the race wasn't very big, if I was winning. Actually, here's the ugly race pic:
Side note: Way to go to Tim, the crazy guy who biked from Denver to Milwaukee. Check out his great road stories here - including losing an important bag (who needs GPS and cash anyway) and the crazy and awesome folks he met along the way. Welcome home, Tim. He didn't even get a cheesy medal for that!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
However, after a good night's sleep, I shook it off. Mostly because, when I called the airline (rhymes with conterican) to inquire as to the status of my travelling luggage, the exchange went something like this:
"Ma'am, what brand is your luggage?"
"I don't know - cheap, black, lightweight."
"Well, can you describe the contents?"
"Dirty clothing, souvenirs, sand, I guess"
"Ma'am, would you have sneakers in the suitcase?"
"Yes, probably 3 pairs"
"And what brand would they be?"
"Okay, ma'am, we do have your bag. Why, though, do you need 3 pairs of the same shoes?"
Mostly because I left the other 8 or so accumulated/used pairs at home, I guess.
Well, I now have my bag, and 3 pairs of sneakers - including the current pair I run in - back safely at home. It was a good trip, but quite the hassle. I got in some maintenance miles, but no good long runs, since I needed to save myself for 'cross training' with nephews - including walking, biking, and kayaking. Now it's back to the training schedule, long runs, and some more ugly race pics.