Knitting to Relax.

I’ve taken up knitting. In our community, we did a Small Business Saturday event that took me to a cute little yarn store. The colors amazed me. They were so beautiful. My eyes went right to a brown, orange and blue bundle of yarn that I thought would make a beautiful anything. So I bought some yarn and knitting needles and signed up for a beginning class. No, I don’t have a lot of free time, but I do have a lot of stress, and knitting seemed like a nice antidote to that. Continue reading

Where I Am Right Now.

I’m in a busy season at work that feels overwhelming. Yesterday, I was driving home from work and saw a blue FJ Cruiser like mine going through one of those new-fangled intersections that have cars oddly crossing oncoming traffic. (Don’t get me wrong – those intersections work, but the cars continue to spook me as they drive through.) When I saw the blue FJ, I immediately looked at the back to see if it was mine. I can tell based on the stickers on the back windshield. That’s totally normal, right? Except I was driving my car. I was in my blue FJ, so why was I even contemplating the possibility that this other car could be mine? I’m that tired, I guess.

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Lucky Socks.

Last year, just before Ironman Coeur d’Alene, the clasp on my Ironman necklace broke. In a frenzy, I had to rush to get it fixed before my race because having that necklace is one of my various superstitions around Ironman events.  Another has to do with my socks. I’ve worn the same multi-colored flower socks for all five of my Ironman events. I have one pair for the bike and another for the run. More accurately, I had one pair for the bike and another for the run. Last night, I discovered a hole in the heel of one of my socks – one of my lucky socks. Shame on me for wearing them so much. I should have saved them for my races. What do I do now? Continue reading

12:25 a.m.

Tonight I found Dave’s secret stash of M&M’s. It’s not a secret really. He’s not hiding them so I won’t know he has them. He just puts them out of my sight because he knows that I want to be lean and that I have absolutely no ability to moderate my intake of something I enjoy. That’s true for most things, actually. Moderation is not my strong suit. Continue reading

A Perfect Storm.

Last night, I woke to a rainstorm striking my metal roof. Turns out we had four inches of rain last night, which is fabulous. When my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. so that I could go meet my running buddies at 5:20, I realized (a) that I was tired from being woken up repeatedly by the rain and (b) that it was still pouring down, which meant no run. So I reset my alarm and went back to sleep until after 7:00 a.m. When I woke again, the rain had stopped, so I went for a run from my house. It felt good to get a little more sleep and still get my run in before facing my work day. Continue reading

Pendant Drama.

When I got out of bed this morning, I heard a little “clink” on my hardwood floor. I looked down and saw that my Ironman pendant had fallen on the ground. My pendant was a gift from my mother – something she put around my neck when I crossed my first Ironman finish line in 2008. Once I got over the shock and horror that my sweet mother had purchased anything Ironman before the race – something I never do for fear that I’ll jinx something – I loved it. In fact, I have worn that pendant nearly every day for the last six years. But somehow over night, the clasp on the chain opened and, when I stood up, the pendant fell. Because my mind immediately goes to the negative, I thought, “Does this mean I’m not going to finish this race? Have I fallen away from being an Ironman?” Continue reading

Enough Already.

I’ve had to admit to myself over the last couple of days that I can’t do it all. Right now, I’m working, training, writing, and putting lots of energy into my relationships. I’d like to also be doing board work and trail running and guitar lessons and Story Departments and more, but I’m calling my own bluff. I’m crying uncle. I’m scaling back, at least until I get through my big race and maybe until after Dave gets hereContinue reading

A Track Workout.

On Sunday morning, I hit the track for mile repeats. My training plan called for at least two mile repeats on a 9:20 pace. I did this same workout back on February 23. Back then, I only managed two repeats and I barely hit my target time. I did the first at 9:18 and the second at 9:20 and felt so exhausted that I called it a day. Today, I managed four repeats and was much faster: 9:08, 9:00, 8:54 and 9:01. I might have had a fifth mile in me, but I called it a day at four. A good day. I like seeing progress, and today was definitely progress. Go me. Continue reading