In 12 hours I will be at my friend's house and we will be heading to the start of our half marathon (after picking up 2 other running friends). You may be looking at your clock, mine says 2:49 pm on Friday June 14. Yes, I will be up at 2 AM getting ready for a race. My stomach is already getting antsy. Although I have done half marathons before, this one feels different. Why? Well I haven't been able to shake my shin splints. They will feel better then come back with a vengeance. I have contemplated not going to the race at all but part of me can't handle that thought of not even trying. I haven't done much running this week just to let my shins rest. Other than this week I have put in a lot of work, and consumed more ibuprofen then normal for me. I'm nervous my shins will rebel before I can finish the race. Also, I never get up at 2 am so I'm not sure how my body is going to handle that disruption in it's schedule. I'm worried and I felt like posting it here. In 12 hours I will be on my way, I will be pumped and thinking positive thoughts. I'll have my new race shirt I made (I'll post pics later). I'm pretty sure I'll be okay. But if you believe in God, say a prayer for me. If you believe in Karma send some good vibes my way, I can't seem to shake this nervousness.
Thanks.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Matchmaker, matchmaker
While at work, designing away, I frequently listen to my Pandora "Seventy-Six Trombones" station. On this particular occasion the song "Matchmaker", from Fiddler on the Roof, started playing. At the beginning of the song one of the sisters says something like, young people can't be expected to make such a decision on their own. I laughed aloud. I started thinking about my own life and making that decision on my own, as most young people do these days.
This thought process led to, what if there were still village matchmakers that helped your parents pick out who you were going to marry? I started thinking about the people that lived in the neighborhood where I grew up. I would probably be married to someone in that neighborhood.. or maybe a son of an old friend of one of my parents. Thinking about the boys in my neighborhood, I mean they were pretty cool, most of them. Some of them I had a hard time with for one reason or another but the general population of the neighborhood thought they were super great boys. Weird, weird thought.
On the one hand I would have been saved from some of the heartbreaking dating experiences I had but because of those experiences I feel that I am a stronger, better person. What kind of person would I be without those experiences? I don't know, I don't think I want to know....Well I kind of do. I wouldn't mind having a peek into an alternate universe where I had an arrange marriage, see what I was like. I would also like to take a peek into the alternate universe where Mitt Romney won the last Presidential election just to see where America would be now. Anyway. Just some food for thought from my mind today.
Happy Thursday everybody.
This thought process led to, what if there were still village matchmakers that helped your parents pick out who you were going to marry? I started thinking about the people that lived in the neighborhood where I grew up. I would probably be married to someone in that neighborhood.. or maybe a son of an old friend of one of my parents. Thinking about the boys in my neighborhood, I mean they were pretty cool, most of them. Some of them I had a hard time with for one reason or another but the general population of the neighborhood thought they were super great boys. Weird, weird thought.
On the one hand I would have been saved from some of the heartbreaking dating experiences I had but because of those experiences I feel that I am a stronger, better person. What kind of person would I be without those experiences? I don't know, I don't think I want to know....Well I kind of do. I wouldn't mind having a peek into an alternate universe where I had an arrange marriage, see what I was like. I would also like to take a peek into the alternate universe where Mitt Romney won the last Presidential election just to see where America would be now. Anyway. Just some food for thought from my mind today.
Happy Thursday everybody.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Moving with Haste
And running.
What? This topic again? I'm sure you're sick of hearing or reading about it but it is basically the only hobby of mine, for the time being.
Last Saturday I had a 10k race that I signed up for however it conflicted with my longer run in preparation for my half marathon I have in about 10 days. I decided to run 5 miles before the race and then the 6.2 miles of the race to get my 11 miles in for the day. I almost missed the last bus to the start line because I took my first 5 miles rather easy. One of my friends that was a volunteer for the race told me that she expected to see me in first place. I told her not to get her hopes up because I had already put in 5 miles for the day but that I would still try but not to get her hopes up.
Along the race path I'm pretty sure I saw Jerry Sloan (former Utah Jazz coach) walking his cute little dog. Or maybe it was just little compared to him. I did not make it past the finish line first but 13th. Whenever people passed me part of my mind would be like, "oh no you don't"! But another part is like, "um it's either pick up the pace just to pass them or finish, they have fresh legs you don't". I would contemplate it and then maintain the pace that I was going, an average of 9:30 per mile which is pretty fast for me.
My music choice for this race "shuffle". I don't have a huge variety of music on my iPod. A few workout mixes (each like 30 mins long), Brian Regan (stand up comedy), The Beatles & Les Miserables. I normally listen to Pandora but decided not to that day. What a little roller coaster. I would go from Les Miserables, passion with the urge to cry, to Brian Regan, laughing along the way. It was kind of funny but both helped me make it through the last little up hill bit of my race.
After the race my husband made the comment that I don't seem to bat an eye at 11 miles or half marathons anymore. I thought about it and they don't intimidate me anymore cause I know I can do them one way or another I'll get there. And I think part of it is from swimming, as I talked about here. But also after doing the Ragnar Trail Relay running on normal roads feels like a cake walk.. er run, even with shin splint issues. Ya running. I think I will always love it.
What? This topic again? I'm sure you're sick of hearing or reading about it but it is basically the only hobby of mine, for the time being.
Last Saturday I had a 10k race that I signed up for however it conflicted with my longer run in preparation for my half marathon I have in about 10 days. I decided to run 5 miles before the race and then the 6.2 miles of the race to get my 11 miles in for the day. I almost missed the last bus to the start line because I took my first 5 miles rather easy. One of my friends that was a volunteer for the race told me that she expected to see me in first place. I told her not to get her hopes up because I had already put in 5 miles for the day but that I would still try but not to get her hopes up.
Along the race path I'm pretty sure I saw Jerry Sloan (former Utah Jazz coach) walking his cute little dog. Or maybe it was just little compared to him. I did not make it past the finish line first but 13th. Whenever people passed me part of my mind would be like, "oh no you don't"! But another part is like, "um it's either pick up the pace just to pass them or finish, they have fresh legs you don't". I would contemplate it and then maintain the pace that I was going, an average of 9:30 per mile which is pretty fast for me.
My music choice for this race "shuffle". I don't have a huge variety of music on my iPod. A few workout mixes (each like 30 mins long), Brian Regan (stand up comedy), The Beatles & Les Miserables. I normally listen to Pandora but decided not to that day. What a little roller coaster. I would go from Les Miserables, passion with the urge to cry, to Brian Regan, laughing along the way. It was kind of funny but both helped me make it through the last little up hill bit of my race.
After the race my husband made the comment that I don't seem to bat an eye at 11 miles or half marathons anymore. I thought about it and they don't intimidate me anymore cause I know I can do them one way or another I'll get there. And I think part of it is from swimming, as I talked about here. But also after doing the Ragnar Trail Relay running on normal roads feels like a cake walk.. er run, even with shin splint issues. Ya running. I think I will always love it.
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