Sunday, September 21, 2014
I have had this run planned since my birthday in April. Up yesterday I wasn't certain I was going to be able to do it.
Hubby could take me to the race, even stay to take some pictures, but he had to leave for work. Talk about adding to the bad mood!!! But my buddy (who was walking the course) said she could get me home! WOO HOO!!
So up early and dressed. Hubby made us some awesome omelets for breakfast (I had spinach and feta). Then out the door, but not without the standard picture!
My buddy met us before the race and we had some fun taking pictures and chatting. I almost missed the call to line up. OOPS!! I did forget my headphones when I took off for the start. I'm certain I would have had a better time with them but I would have missed the animals and their noises (more on that later).
The course was weaving through the zoo. We got to run past every outdoor exhibit. The male bison were snorting at the fence when I passed. I don't think they appreciated the amount of movement. Either that, or they couldn't understand what the odd stampede was all about. It was funny to have them watching us.
We got to the painted dog enclosure and we were running along the back/fenced side so we couldn't see the dogs. However, I was in a fairly large group when we got there and you could really hear all the foot pounding. From the other side of the fence you could here the yipping of a hunt! I was laughing with the guy next to me, they hear prey and someone is gonna fall. He laughed back that we just had to stay in front of the walkers!!!
Next was the "hooved" animals. I tried to thumb a ride but no one was taking me up on it. The camel was the only one paying any attention. I think to everyone else this was normal! The rhinos and elephants didn't seem to notice as we passes. The hippo didn't wake up.
After weaving again through the center of the zoo, we headed towards the big cats. The lions were sleeping as usual. However the tiger was up and very alert. He was making a noise I was familiar with from went I lived by the zoo. We have a male tiger and we'll just say he was looking for a female. The kids were thrilled. The adults that know were snickering. Ya I'm 5.
We finished up and looped back to the finish. It was a great course. I wish I had been in better condition for it. I have to admit I walked about a mile to a mile and a half of the race. With everything going on, I have done any training, running, or much of any hard cardio in a while. It was quite evident in my breathing. Just after mile two I must have had an asthma attack. I thought I had out grown it but obviously not. I had two runners and a zoo worker ask if I was ok. I walked but finished. I was able to get my breath back to run the last quarter mile. So at least I finished strong.
Hubby left and I hung out and waiting for my buddy to finish. We got to take a bunch of pictures:
We watched the award ceremony. A girl my buddy knew took 2nd place in the 20 to 25 year old group. We also got to see some animals that they had out to "say hi". I got a picture with the hawk and I got to feed the less anteater (I was pretty much the only girl in the group not afraid of holding meal worms).
Then it was off for home. We had a great chat and I was home before boy child. So I've had the afternoon to just chill with my girls. It was a great day. I needed today and it really came through for me.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Yesterday was my scheduled Warrior’s Dash. I do the one in downstate Indiana. Hubby and I usually make a day (or weekend) of it. This year he was offered a chance to pick up and extra day of work. We are short on funds (who isn’t) so he took the work. I wasn’t upset. I encouraged it. Just meant I was on my own for the race. No biggie! Packed all my MCR cd’s for travel with my changing bag and figured good to go.
We took a few pictures before I left.
Shared some scrambled eggs with provolone (hubby makes the world’s BEST egg and cheese scramble). I would be using gear check for the first time ever, so I made certain I had a small, closeable bag that would hold a towel, flip flops, and car keys. Everything else would be locked in the car. I wrapped my fit bit in plastic and clear duct tape, put it in the holder and wrapped that with plastic wrap. Woo – Hoo, out the door on time.
Now I had to leave at 5:30 am as my wave time was 10, I have a 2.5 to 3 hour drive and they are on EDT not CDT time. So I knew hubby was going back to sleep for a while (he didn’t leave for work until 10:30). In went May Death Never Stop You and I was off. Fast forward to south bound I-65. The speed limit is 75 (those who know me know what this means I was doing). Traffic was very light but still present as I was going along next to a semi. I was in the left lane.
Next thing I knew it sounded like a cannon went off in my trunk! The car was being surrounded by black smoke and I was losing control. I heard the semi next to me lock up his brakes and I used the car’s momentum to cut in front of him and on to the shoulder. He whizzed past me just as I crossed the line (I think). I locked my arms on the wheel and slammed the brakes. As I stopped I saw a tire rolling down 65. Everything smelled like burnt rubber.
I opened my door and was greeted to this:
I had just completely blown a tire at 80+ mph, cut passed a speeding semi, and managed to get onto the shoulder without falling into the ditch all in about 5 seconds. I opened all four doors and started to shake. I got out and looked at it again. “Dammit Kitty, it’s a flat. A priceless flat, a missing flat, but JUST A FLAT!”
So what do you do with a flat - you change it. I got the jack and lug wrench out of the trunk along with the donut. At first it was too hot to touch but after a few minutes I was able to break the lugs, get the car jacked up, but the stupid thing wouldn’t come off!!! I had to call hubby. Who was jumping into a car we had borrowed for him to go to work to come get me. I was furious at this point.
I was obviously “displaying” my “frustration” – I was jumping up and down, kicking the wheel, and cussing like a drunken sailor with tourettes. When a farmer in a 1980 F-150 pulled over. He and his wife got out (they were at least mid sixties).
Farmer: You ok?
Wife: ya hurt?
Farmer: Got a tire problem?
I pointed. “Got one missing”
Farmer: You got it up, what wrong?
Me: it won’t come off!
Farmer: I can fix that.
He pulled out an old fashioned flat steel pry bar, the straight kind with flat ends you could use like a spear. Walked over and after three different tries – POP! The wheel came off! I went to work, getting the spare on. He and his wife just watched me. Once I had everything done, he walked over and check the lugs.
Farmer: You got that done good
Farmer: It wasn’t much
Me: But it was what I needed.
Wife: You be safe and here – you’re gonna want this when you start to calm.
She handed me a glass mason jar. “It’s just some sweet tea, but you’re gonna need it”
I laughed and shook their hands.
I called hubby who was just getting ready to get on the expressway and told him to go home.
Hubby: You coming home?
I thought about it and answered “no, I’m going to my race”
Hubby: You ok?
Me: Actually, yeah. As long as the car feels fine when I get back out on the road, I’m going to race.
Hubby: Ok, call me.
I got back out on the road and continued south. I should have been shaking. I could have been a wreck. Old Kitty would have gone home and cried about how I almost died. Instead I popped open a mason jar from a stranger, blasted “Fake Your Death”, and drank sweet tea (awesome sweet tea mind you). I did let it stop me or define my day.
I got to the Warrior’s Dash 35 minutes late. Got into a wave 45 minutes after my original start time. I had an awesome run. I laughed and joked with everyone on the trail. I actually teamed up with a woman a bit older than me and her son (who is a year older than my boy) for the last 1.5 miles. We helped each other over obstacles and cheered everyone on. It was awesome. We finished in 1hr, 22 minutes. A time I’m quite proud of for that run. This was the only picture I got at the race:
I cleaned up, got changed, and headed home. Everything felt new and better and right. My car still smells like burnt rubber but that’s the only thing really wrong. I’m proud of me and I feel great (if a bit sore today). We’ll get the tire replaced on Tuesday.
Monday, September 01, 2014
Spent the weekend taking some me time. Saturday, I went and had my hair done for the first time ine two years. The selfie is REALLY bad, but you can get the idea. Color came out all wrong in the picture, I'm black and red. Hubby says it looks good, I just really needed to have something different.
Then yesterday we spent the day at Brookfield Zoo. I love the zoo. If you need to go on about animals on display, please don't. Przewalski's horse. I say no more.
So we had a great time. Stingray bay was open this time and we got to pet the rays. Hubby commented on how much they seem to like me. They have had this exhibit for the last 4 years (I think). I always end up with a swarm around my hands. They are such awesome creatures I love it. However they always find a way to soak me, and yesterday was no different. I was petting on and another tried to push in. The one I was petting went for a wind slap, I ended up with a face (and mouth) full of salt water. I also had one of the southern rays mistake my pinky for a shrimp. They might not have teeth but those dental plates can crush. I've got a bruised pinky today, but nothing that is all that difficult.
Today, we have errands and getting things back in order. Oh well, guess I have to get back to real life eventually.
Speaking of real life, I'm trying to get back to my healthy eating and exercise plans. I've looked at all my past logs, I've made my plan - and I've done nothing about it. I'm not happy with myself about that. So here we go again. I see the train tracks, I want to get back on track, and I honestly don't know what keeps stopping me. I don't have time to figure it out. I need to just do it as the phrase goes.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
I was horribly hot and humid again here today. I had wanted to take a long walk with the girls but it was just too much once we got out there. They were both suffering after a bit over a mile. We did our normal 3 mile route and then headed back into the house. They have both just been laying in front of a fan for the last two hours.
We had a friend follow us for a bit while we were walking along. When you see this picture, remember this is only about 5 to 6 feet from me and my dogs.
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