I made a quick trip to Minneapolis for a memorial, and it turned into one of my favorite days of late. I flew up the morning of January 3 and flew back the morning of January 4. It was bitter cold the entire time, but the whole trip was a sweet adventure from beginning to end. Continue reading
After a pretty rough November and December, 2017 ended quite nicely. I finally got around to all the cleaning and purging I normally like to do at the turn of the year. I organized the coat closet, the bathroom closet, the kitchen pantry, and the closet that houses the washer and dryer. I cleaned the floors and vacuumed and put fresh sheets on the beds. And I decluttered a bit, mostly cleaning off the counter in the kitchen where photos, papers, and miscellaneous items tend to collect. I could not have asked for a better end to the year, except perhaps that I wish I hadn’t gotten a cold. That I could have done without.
I ran out of gas today. I don’t mean that my energy fizzled and I took a nap or that I went running and couldn’t take another step. I mean that I ran out of gas driving down the highway. After a fun Green Bean Casserole Run and a lovely visit with two of my Kilimanjaro friends, I was driving home, and my car suddenly lost power. I could feel it coasting, so I turned on my hazards and navigated over to the right in the hopes that I could get to the shoulder before the car died completely. I did, but just barely. My driver side tires were pretty much on the line on the side of the road, so I crawled out the passenger side door and called for help. Then I waited. For over an hour, I waited. Continue reading
I’m tired. I can’t watch anything more about the election. I can barely look at my Facebook feed. There’s too much anger and hatred being thrown around. Even posts in support of a candidate are full of vitriol and sarcasm. Have we as a nation always been this angry, and I’m just seeing it for the first time? Or has something changed in how we conduct ourselves in a presidential election? I don’t know the answer to that, but I’m done. For the next three weeks, I’m turning it all off. I will vote, but I can’t watch this circus-like hate show any more. Continue reading
Three weeks from today, Dave and I will fly to Madison so that I can race Ironman Wisconsin on September 11. I printed the Athlete Guide today. It’s super exciting stuff. It seems like not that long ago that I was in Wisconsin acting as a sherpa for Jeanie and supporting other friends, and now it’s suddenly my turn. Will I be ready? Continue reading
In January of this year, I proclaimed my race schedule for 2015 and declared, “There will be no skipping races in 2015.” As it turns out, I should have said, “There will be no winning the lottery in 2015,” because the exact opposite has happened. Since the 3M Half Marathon, I’ve done nothing but skip races. I skipped the Austin Marathon because of a calf injury. I skipped Cowtown for the same reason. (That race was actually cancelled due to weather, but still, I had made the decision to skip it before it was cancelled, so I count it as a skip in my book.) One day of my MS 150 was cancelled due to heavy rains. I didn’t even sign up for the St. George 70.3 because Dave and I ended up planning a trip to Roatan the weekend before that race. Even my Wicked Wine Run 5K didn’t happen because of the weird storms we’ve been having, and when the race was rescheduled, I had hurt my hip and had to skip it. And now I won’t be racing Coeur d’Alene either because that injury is lingering. I don’t know what’s going on. Continue reading
It’s official. I’m skipping the Cowtown Ultra this weekend. I ran five miles this morning and felt good for just over four of them. I saw the doctor again today, and he confirmed what I feared – there’s no way I can do 30 miles on my calf and foot right now. I missed the Austin Marathon a couple of weeks ago, so that makes me 0 for 2 on big races in 2015. This year is not going as planned. So what do I do? Melt down because I’m 41 and falling apart? Give up on my race plans for 2015 because this is all a big sign that it won’t go well for me? Or forge ahead, being hopeful and patient with my body? I’ve considered all of those options, and, as much as I’m tempted to pick (a) or (b), I’m going with (c). Continue reading