Monday, September 26, 2011
My 40 year High School reunion is coming up this weekend. I haven't seen any of these people in, oh, at least 35 years.
I take that back.
We went to my 10 year. I dropped by the picnic for my 25 years alone for about an hour and was amazed how everyone had become our parents.
The ten year was funny. The girl I had dated for two years in high school was there.
Between our junior and senior years, Teresa went to live with her sister in Roanoke, VA. When she came back she was acting strangely toward me. In October she told me that "Dean" had proposed to her and she had accepted. I met Dean in June and he was about 30. So at the 10 year, Teresa, who was there dressed to the 9s, introduced me to her husband ... not Dean. Later I asked the guy about Dean. "Oh he was number 1. I'm number 3 and we aren't long for this marriage. I think she has #4 picked out already." Later She(WMBO) relayed to me how Teresa was adding a room to the trailer because there was no room for the 5 kids.
She laughed all the way home from Bel Air, MD. We lived in New Jersey at the time. "Adding a room the the trailer!" she would howl in a fake southern accent, doing her best to sound like Teresa.
Whew! I am a lucky, lucky man. I love my wife! I LOVE MY WIFE!
This is her Junior picture. I can't find her senior yearbook.
I also wonder how many, if any, have been married to the same spouse as long as She(WMBO) and I have. Some married right out of high school. Did they stay married? We waited two years. We have been married to each other for 38 years this past June.
I am looking at it more as an opportunity to go out on a dinner and dancing date with my beautiful wife than a chance to catch up.
I wonder if Teresa will be there? So she can see what she tossed over and who scooped me up.
This could be fun.
Or, it could be an early evening if it's a room full of our parents.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Legend has it that the first guy who did a Marathon ran 26 miles, (the 0.2 was added so the Queen of England could have the race run past her palace) shouted out the name of his shoe "NIKE!" and croaked. I'm just sayin' is all. I can see it now, I cross the finish line yell "BROOKS ADRENELINE! Gak!" Soil my shorts and get Last Rites.
BUt, I may have found my ceiling, my limit.
When I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting, I was decidedly NOT happy to be there. She(WMBO) had ordered me there at the end of her foot. I sat in the front row, center, arms crossed, scowling.
"Anything to celebrate today?" chirped the irritatingly effervescent Jody. My God, woman it's 7 o friggin' clock on a Saturday morning. Tone it down a little.
From the right side of the room came an equally irritatingly excited voice: "I'm within ten pounds of my goal and I'm going to run my first 5k next week!" Whooo Hoooo way to go great job Sue! That was everybody else. Jody gave her a Bravo sticker.
I was mentally saying "Pffft, yeah, like that'll ever happen."
Flash forward three and a half years and I am now the one who is telling others about my running exploits. From 5ks (my first was two years ago this weekend at 27:00), 6ks, 5 milers, 10ks, half marathon, sprint duathlon, sprint triathlon.
I signed up for a marathon.
I think I have found my limit. Yesterday I ran, in training, 23 miles. Three weeks ago I ran 20 miles and it was hard. Yesterday I could barely finish the 23. I always map out a route that is a little longer than required. Yesterday I had an extra 3/4 mile.
As soon as my GPS reported 23 miles (and it always reports short) I stopped running. I did not finish the last 1/2 mile to my house. Could not do it. I was toast. Cooked. Stick a fork in me.
How will I finish 26.2 in three weeks? That's my "go the distance week" and I am not anticipating a good time of it.
But you know? It doesn't matter. I will do Baltimore then Savannah and will have done it. I will be in an elite group of runners who have run the Marathon.
Anyway ... I still love running and I want to continue to love running. Marathon training is becoming a real drag. Almost five hours on Saturday starting well before dawn. As MOBYCARP said, "There's exercise for fitness, and there's exercise for having too much testosterone pride." It's becoming a pecker contest between me and ... well ... me! Or between me and the road and the road is winning.
I can still run Half Marathons. And Tris. And Dus. In fact there are other things to try like mudruns, warrior dash, bike centuries, Olympic length Triathlons.
Or I could just do 5ks.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Just short blog tonight.
Nearly 5 hours of my life this morning I spent running around Catonsville in my skivvies so I can be in pain the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow too.
This marathon takes a lot of work. It's hard! when I am done I will have accomplished something that maybe 1% of the people in the world will ever accomplish.
But after Savannah (5 November exactly 6 weeks away) that will be the last full marathon I will do.
I'll do halfs. I'll do tris and dus.
But no more full marathons.
Friday, September 23, 2011
You have probably seen this floating around on Facebook too, but I liked it so I am reposting it!
You know most of these are true!
1. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday
night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
22. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.
23. The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Step by step the longest march can be won, can be won
Many stones can form an arch, singly none, singly none
And by union what we will can be accomplished still
Drops of water turn a mill, singly none, singly none.
From Ruthie Gorton, from the preamble to the constitution
of the United Mineworkers of America
I am not a big guy for Big Labor and I think that United Mineworkers qualifies.
"That's all I have to say about that." as Forrest Gump said.
So why would I post this or even be aware of it?
Musically, I am something of a folky. I play Hammered Dulcimer. That being so, of course, you seek out artists who also play and one such artist is John McCutcheon. He's a follower of Pete Seeger and family who are Big Union supporters and environmentalists and civil rights and generally, seemingly whatever is considered a left wing political stripe. So McCutcheon naturally plays a lot of that kind of stuff, including union songs and anti war songs, but also family songs, and children's songs. I like his entire body of work even when I may disagree politically with some of it.
Step by Step is one of those union songs and in spite of my cool feelings toward Big Labor, I found this song very compelling. No great task is accomplished by attacking it as a whole. I cannot bring down a great tree; I have to chop it a little at a time. David did not spring fully formed from a block of marble; Michaelangelo had to find it a chip at a time.
I lost my weight one pound at a time. I will run my marathon one mile, one quarter-mile, one step! at a time.
Step by step the longest march can be won.
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