Sunday, December 23, 2012
I had a wonderful, long, inspiring masterpiece of a blog composed during my long run today.
19.03 miles. In 3 hours, 48 minutes, exactly at my goal pace of 12 minute miles.
Turns out that 19 miles is a REALLY LONG distance. Who knew? LOL.
My legs are not currently on speaking terms with the rest of me right now. And my brain is going on strike in solidarity with my legs.
So no wonderful inspiring blog for you today. I have forgotten it.
I am still looking for my marathon victory song. Haven't found just the right one yet but this one is close. It's who I want to be when I grow up:
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Literally. Someone stole my cheese.
I had a little piece of goat cheese on my plate, I got up to let the dog back inside, caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye..and when I turned back my cheese was gone.
Gandalf, the former Garage Kitty, has come out of the closet. He is declaring his personhood.
He stole my cheese and is under the fireplace eating it.
In the morning he tries to eat my oatmeal. If my daughter sets her pastry down on the counter he starts chewing on it. At night he signals bedtime by pulling back my comforter, crawling underneath and resting his head on the pillows. He opens doors. I now have to lock the bathroom door because he will open it to let Turtle in.
He believes he is a person. Who likes goat cheese and Irish oatmeal and white chocolate peanut butter. I think it is probably a good thing he can't open the fridge (although certainly not for his lack of trying).
Today is the first day of my vacation. I don't go back to work until January 8. This morning we had to get up early (for a vacation day it was early anyway) to go to the airport. My daughter flew back to the US to spend the holiday with her Dad and his family. Her flight wasn't until 10:40 so we left at 7 even though the airport is only 50 minutes away because traffic going into Paris, and into the airport can be atrocious. Plus the crowds at the desks to get your boarding pass and check bags can be like giving yourself a root canal with no anesthetic.
So because I was - for once - prepared for delays we experienced none. The closest thing to a delay was at the counter the lady had to look up the regulation about minors flying alone and then decided she is close enough to 15 (the technical minimum age) to go by herself without an airline person to babysit her every move. I hung around at the airport until almost 11 when she texted that she was now actually on the plane.
Since it was on the way home and I could spend all the time I wanted I went to Ikea. My daughter shops like her father - get in, get out, see if she can set a new PR on shortest time. I like to wander about and look at everything. Yes, I mean everything.
Today I even had a purpose. I needed chairs. I've had the dining table for a month now but we have had no chairs so haven't used. Now, I have chairs!
After unloading the chairs and eating lunch I took Stupid for a walk. Today he tried to get into 2 doggie fights with dogs behind their fences. Then I went into the shopping area and wandered through some stores I hadn't been to before. I found the bookstore, which is combination books/movies/music/games/crafts and school supplies. I found the fabric/craft store, which is like a miniature version of JoAnn Fabrics. I checked on the TV table I ordered - in October! - which is still not available and they have no idea when it will come in. I know enough now to ask when it will be available but not quite enough yet to tell them to cancel the order and refund my money so I can buy something else.
While dinner was cooking I put together one of my new chairs and ate my first meal at my table. Which is what I was doing when the Cheese Thief struck.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
I've wanted to created a race playlist for a very long time but in staying true to my procrastinator roots I have not yet done so. But since I will be off work from 12/19 through 1/7 - and including 10 wonderful child free days! - I will have plenty of time to finally putting my music in order.
All races so far, and all runs for that matter, have been run with my trusty iPod Shuffle on...well, on shuffle.
Never underestimate the Power of the Shuffle...it's come up with some real winners in the past...
Pink's "I'm Trouble" when I was supremely pissed over a situation;
Sinatra's "My Way" as I approached the finish line of my first ever half marathon (and I trained on my own with no official plan at all);
KT Tunstall's "Come On Get In" the first time I experienced the Never Ending Hill of Death (We could make it easy, (or) we could do it right....oh, 'cause the time...has come, we could break these chains, and baby we could run);
"I Can't Drive 55" by Sammy Hagar when I first exceeded my 2 mile run time goal.
But...dare I say it...those runs were easy in comparison. Now I'm faced with 26.2 miles coming up in February. And while I refuse to be anything but confident I will do it...that is a freakin' long distance! I'm looking at over 5 hours of running!
I want to give the Power of the Shuffle a little help.
So I know by mile 26 I am going to be well & truly whupped and I want that perfect song to motivate me to move my feet that last few hundred meters to cross the finish line (ahead of the course sweepers). I want to finish upright and running, not shuffling along moaning like a zombie.
So Spark Peeps...give me your recommendations!
I want something with a good hard beat and motivational lyrics!
OK, I know you can't really know what lyrics I will find motivational. Music-wise I listen to something in every genre (I'm talking from classical to techno and everything in between). And there really don't necessarily have to be lyrics. One of my favorites to get moving happens to be an instrumental mix of Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy by the Andrews Sisters.
I will listen to everything recommended. Which will also let me expand my library and give me an excuse to upgrade my iPod because I am at about the size limit for my little Shuffle.
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