So we finally made it up the mountain on Tuesday night! We were greeted by three feet of snow in the driveway which fortunately we were expecting. Scouter parked in the street and forged a path through the wild, with the kids and I following in his footsteps. For the first time ever. HA! Then Taz, Scouter and I shoveled dug a path to the front door. We also dug a little alcove for the car at the very front of the driveway. The most challenging part was the five foot ice burm at the top of the driveway, where scrapers had pushed snow and ice from the road off to the side.
I'm pretending it was exercise.
The next day, we hit the slopes for the first time all season. Conditions were perfect! Mid-30s, not too crowded, and fresh powder. We headed over to the intermediate slopes and did a slow warm up run. Well, Rainbow and I did a slow warm up run. Scouter and Taz blasted down the mountain like bats out of hell, just like they did all season last year.
At the end of the day, Scouter parked the kids and took me over to the expert slopes as I had never been. The top of the slope was challenging. I was already nervous, and then when I saw Scouter fall in front of me, I wiped out too. But I settled down, took my time, and did okay on the rest of the run.
We had a great day on the mountain and returned to do it again the following day. Christmas Eve was even lighter and we mostly skied right onto the lifts.
Late morning, Taz and Scouter headed over to the expert slopes for awhile while Rainbow and I mainly hung out. We did a few runs but she wasn't that into it. Her highlight was seeing Santa on the slopes, especially when he gave her handfuls of candy. He was actually a pretty good skier. Who knew?
Later, Scouter traded with me and I hit the expert slopes with Taz. The slope that had scared me the day before seemed cool this time around. Taz even talked me into trying a double black diamond - and we had a blast.
That night, we made cookies for Santa and tracked his progress online. For possibly the first time evah, the kids begged to go to bed. They finally settled down around 10:00.
Unlike last year when Taz was up and wild before the sun was anywhere near the horizon, this year Scouter and I were awake and waiting for them. They finally got up around 7:40 a.m., ran downstairs, and attacked their presents. Rainbow said she'd heard Santa walking around downstairs during the night as well as Rudolph crunching on a carrot.
I've gotta say, that jolly old elf didn't pay a whole lot of attention to good or bad behavior again this year because Taz got a LOT of undeserved gifts.
Their favorite and mine is the new gen 5 iPod Nano. That thing is sweet. I can't wait for them to upgrade in another year so I can inherit one. They also got a Wii Fit which I'm pretty interested in trying.
Scouter surprised me with a Kindle which I had never even considered. It looks cool. I gave him a digital weather station because if Scouter could take a re-do on career choices, he would totally be a weather man.
We went up to Scouter's parents' house in Northern Va that afternoon and celebrated with the whole crazy crew. It was a ton of fun especially since I had a bottle of wine all to myself.
I asked my dad if there had ever been a white Christmas in my lifetime and he said the last one he remembers was either the year before I was born or when I was an infant. Pretty amazing.
All in all, another great Christmas in the books.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Winter Wonderland
Wow - over a foot of snow in Richmond. Before Christmas even! We haven't had a big snow like this in ages.
Unfortunately the timing completely sucked for us.
The plan was that the kids and I were going to Wintergreen for the week. Scouter was driving separately because he had to come back to work. We left around 4:45 Fri afternoon to caravan. The snow had just started to fall. Here, that is. The further west we got, the more accumulation there already was.
The interstate was not in great shape but we didn't have too much trouble with the roads. The biggest problem was visibility with the swirling snow, and our wiper blades kept freezing. We stopped a few times to clean them. About 30 miles and an hour into the 100 mile trip, I told Scouter we were either adventurous or completely stupid and I wasn't sure which. It soon became clear...
When we got off the interstate, the real trouble started. Cars were sliding and stalling. We were stopped for a long time while a truck was moved out of the road. When we started moving again, my car had trouble getting traction and when it did, I was fishtailing. Shortly thereafter, I was stuck. Scouter and a friendly traveler helped push me out but soon I was stuck again. After repeated unsuccessful efforts to move my car forward, Scouter decided to back it down the hill and get it into a parking lot. I don't know how he did it, weaving around other stuck cars in those conditions, but he did.
About that time, a car coming the other way told us the road was closed ahead with a jack-knifed tractor trailer completely blocking the road. Scouter backed his truck down the hill to join mine in the parking lot and we went into a convenience store to assess our options. I called a couple of nearby B&Bs but not surprisingly, they were completely booked.
I was still hoping we'd make it to the Green, albeit without my car. I called them to get a status on road conditions at the top of the mountain and learned that while roads up there were being kept pretty clear, the narrow, hilly access road was reported to be in bad shape. And to get there we had to somehow get past the downed tractor trailers - which we learned there were three.
After some debate, we decided to leave my car and head back to the interstate in Scouter's. The plan was to stop in Charlottesville if road conditions were really bad. We drove a couple miles; Scouter said his car was doing great and turned around. We went a few miles in the other direction and saw nothing but tail lights, stopped traffic, and stalled cars. He changed his mind again, turned around, and we headed back east once and for all. We were able to make it all the way home, arriving at 1:30 a.m.
We felt pretty damn stupid and reckless, especially because the kids were with us on this crazy adventure.
Turns out that Wintergreen got 30 - 36" of snow by Saturday night. We talked to some people up there who said skiing conditions were amazing and the slopes weren't crowded at all as most people couldn't get there. They were only allowing four wheel drive vehicles on the mountain Saturday.
We stayed home on Saturday and then ventured out on Sunday to retrieve my car. The roads were still in pretty bad shape, even the interstate particularly heading west. Unfortunately we had to come back to Richmond again because Scouter had to work today. Now the kids and I are hanging out, waiting until we can all go up in his truck later this week.
Hopefully we'll make it this time.
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Unfortunately the timing completely sucked for us.
The plan was that the kids and I were going to Wintergreen for the week. Scouter was driving separately because he had to come back to work. We left around 4:45 Fri afternoon to caravan. The snow had just started to fall. Here, that is. The further west we got, the more accumulation there already was.
The interstate was not in great shape but we didn't have too much trouble with the roads. The biggest problem was visibility with the swirling snow, and our wiper blades kept freezing. We stopped a few times to clean them. About 30 miles and an hour into the 100 mile trip, I told Scouter we were either adventurous or completely stupid and I wasn't sure which. It soon became clear...
When we got off the interstate, the real trouble started. Cars were sliding and stalling. We were stopped for a long time while a truck was moved out of the road. When we started moving again, my car had trouble getting traction and when it did, I was fishtailing. Shortly thereafter, I was stuck. Scouter and a friendly traveler helped push me out but soon I was stuck again. After repeated unsuccessful efforts to move my car forward, Scouter decided to back it down the hill and get it into a parking lot. I don't know how he did it, weaving around other stuck cars in those conditions, but he did.
About that time, a car coming the other way told us the road was closed ahead with a jack-knifed tractor trailer completely blocking the road. Scouter backed his truck down the hill to join mine in the parking lot and we went into a convenience store to assess our options. I called a couple of nearby B&Bs but not surprisingly, they were completely booked.
I was still hoping we'd make it to the Green, albeit without my car. I called them to get a status on road conditions at the top of the mountain and learned that while roads up there were being kept pretty clear, the narrow, hilly access road was reported to be in bad shape. And to get there we had to somehow get past the downed tractor trailers - which we learned there were three.
After some debate, we decided to leave my car and head back to the interstate in Scouter's. The plan was to stop in Charlottesville if road conditions were really bad. We drove a couple miles; Scouter said his car was doing great and turned around. We went a few miles in the other direction and saw nothing but tail lights, stopped traffic, and stalled cars. He changed his mind again, turned around, and we headed back east once and for all. We were able to make it all the way home, arriving at 1:30 a.m.
We felt pretty damn stupid and reckless, especially because the kids were with us on this crazy adventure.
Turns out that Wintergreen got 30 - 36" of snow by Saturday night. We talked to some people up there who said skiing conditions were amazing and the slopes weren't crowded at all as most people couldn't get there. They were only allowing four wheel drive vehicles on the mountain Saturday.
We stayed home on Saturday and then ventured out on Sunday to retrieve my car. The roads were still in pretty bad shape, even the interstate particularly heading west. Unfortunately we had to come back to Richmond again because Scouter had to work today. Now the kids and I are hanging out, waiting until we can all go up in his truck later this week.
Hopefully we'll make it this time.
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Saturday, December 5, 2009
Mommy of the Year
Let me preface this post by saying Taz has been a complete and total pain in the ass today.
So Scouter and I are going to a dinner party tonight that includes a white elephant gift exchange. Each couple is supposed to bring a "gift" that we find within our house.
The highlight last year? The classic book Joy of Sex.
As Scouter and I were frantically scrambling for gifts a little while ago - not that we don't have plenty of crap - Rainbow offered a suggestion: "Why don't you gift Taz?"
Man.... if I thought I could get away with it, I'd slap a bow on that kid's head in an instant.
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So Scouter and I are going to a dinner party tonight that includes a white elephant gift exchange. Each couple is supposed to bring a "gift" that we find within our house.
The highlight last year? The classic book Joy of Sex.
As Scouter and I were frantically scrambling for gifts a little while ago - not that we don't have plenty of crap - Rainbow offered a suggestion: "Why don't you gift Taz?"
Man.... if I thought I could get away with it, I'd slap a bow on that kid's head in an instant.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
You know you're in a bad mood when...
So the other day I unwrapped a bar of soap to put by my sink and it had "SMILE NOW" written on it. Cute, I thought. I'm pretty sure I even smiled.
Today, however, I saw the pithy little thing demanding that I "SMILE NOW" and failed to see the charm.
"FUCK YOU" I replied.
Out loud.
To a bar of soap.
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Today, however, I saw the pithy little thing demanding that I "SMILE NOW" and failed to see the charm.
"FUCK YOU" I replied.
Out loud.
To a bar of soap.
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Mommy of the Year
Here's a little Magic 8 Ball fun, House 'o TriDi style:
Taz and Rainbow: Will Mommy be cranky this weekend?
Magic 8 Ball: I sense yes.
Taz and Rainbow: Will Daddy yell this weekend?
Magic 8 Ball: Definitely
Taz and Rainbow: Will we behave this weekend?
Magic 8 Ball: Nope
I cocked an eyebrow and inquired whether they thought perhaps those three questions were inter-related.
They gave me their most innocent and angelic looks - and even managed to hold them for a few seconds before we all burst out laughing.
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Taz and Rainbow: Will Mommy be cranky this weekend?
Magic 8 Ball: I sense yes.
Taz and Rainbow: Will Daddy yell this weekend?
Magic 8 Ball: Definitely
Taz and Rainbow: Will we behave this weekend?
Magic 8 Ball: Nope
I cocked an eyebrow and inquired whether they thought perhaps those three questions were inter-related.
They gave me their most innocent and angelic looks - and even managed to hold them for a few seconds before we all burst out laughing.
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Ouuuuuccccchhhhhhh
Damn that run hurt.
I knew it would. We are in the mountains this weekend so my only option is a hilly route. Dread of it helped me procrastinate all day yesterday.
Finally, I couldn't put it off any longer. Well, I could, but then I would likely go two weeks between runs. There's just no excuse for that.
Yes friends, my training plan for the 14k thus far has been to run 4 miles once a week. Yep. My plan will be rivaling Furman any day now.
So anyway. The route I had to run today starts with a 0.75 mile gradual uphill climb. I usually walk up the steep hill at the very beginning and call it a warm up. Today, I was out of breathe after even that part. Not a promising start.
I passed a man and his son walking their bikes up the hill. About then, I started negotiating with myself. What if I ran 3 miles instead of 4? It is a tough route after all. After a few minutes of debate with myself, I finally settled on running the four mile route but if I absolutely had to, I could walk up the hill at mile 3.
That convinced part of me to make the turn towards the four mile route, looking forward to the walk. The other part of me was still hoping to convince all of me to run it.
Didn't happen. Honestly, I was pretending a light post was an aid station and if I could just run there, I could walk the rest of the way up the hill.
Usually the 0.75 downhill at the end convinces me that running doesn't totally suck. That didn't even work today.
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I knew it would. We are in the mountains this weekend so my only option is a hilly route. Dread of it helped me procrastinate all day yesterday.
Finally, I couldn't put it off any longer. Well, I could, but then I would likely go two weeks between runs. There's just no excuse for that.
Yes friends, my training plan for the 14k thus far has been to run 4 miles once a week. Yep. My plan will be rivaling Furman any day now.
So anyway. The route I had to run today starts with a 0.75 mile gradual uphill climb. I usually walk up the steep hill at the very beginning and call it a warm up. Today, I was out of breathe after even that part. Not a promising start.
I passed a man and his son walking their bikes up the hill. About then, I started negotiating with myself. What if I ran 3 miles instead of 4? It is a tough route after all. After a few minutes of debate with myself, I finally settled on running the four mile route but if I absolutely had to, I could walk up the hill at mile 3.
That convinced part of me to make the turn towards the four mile route, looking forward to the walk. The other part of me was still hoping to convince all of me to run it.
Didn't happen. Honestly, I was pretending a light post was an aid station and if I could just run there, I could walk the rest of the way up the hill.
Usually the 0.75 downhill at the end convinces me that running doesn't totally suck. That didn't even work today.
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Meaningful Events
One final post from me tonight - I've either been saving up or I'm unusually chatty!
As I posted recently, I'm planning to come out of retirement and race again in 2010. Two events in particular are very meaningful to me, and I'd love to have you - my two blog readers - do them with me. Seriously, please think about them.
The first is the Virginia is for Lovers 14k in Virginia Beach on Feb. 13. I've already assembled an all-star cast including Annn, TG40, my awesome brother-in-law Mark (who recently won his age group in a sprint tri in NoVa), Patty, Susan, and maybe even the Bean depending upon her recovery from a calf injury. It will be a blast and it is for great causes, one of which - Team Kainer - is close to the heart for my family, especially Mark.
The second is the MS150 two-day cycling event in central Virginia. It's on May 22 & 23 this year, and there are shorter and longer options for those so inclined. I've talked casually to a few people about doing this ride and am hoping to rally a good team. I'll warn you in advance - this will be a fundraiser (but I promise no pressure). My mother-in-law has MS and I am riding in her honor.
Please think about these events and let me know if you're interested. I think they will be a blast if we do them together.
Peace out.
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As I posted recently, I'm planning to come out of retirement and race again in 2010. Two events in particular are very meaningful to me, and I'd love to have you - my two blog readers - do them with me. Seriously, please think about them.
The first is the Virginia is for Lovers 14k in Virginia Beach on Feb. 13. I've already assembled an all-star cast including Annn, TG40, my awesome brother-in-law Mark (who recently won his age group in a sprint tri in NoVa), Patty, Susan, and maybe even the Bean depending upon her recovery from a calf injury. It will be a blast and it is for great causes, one of which - Team Kainer - is close to the heart for my family, especially Mark.
The second is the MS150 two-day cycling event in central Virginia. It's on May 22 & 23 this year, and there are shorter and longer options for those so inclined. I've talked casually to a few people about doing this ride and am hoping to rally a good team. I'll warn you in advance - this will be a fundraiser (but I promise no pressure). My mother-in-law has MS and I am riding in her honor.
Please think about these events and let me know if you're interested. I think they will be a blast if we do them together.
Peace out.
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Congrats TriGirls!
Congrats to all the TriGirls (and TriBoys) who completed IronMan Florida yesterday, especially my girl Jackie. You are amazing!
Can I return to adulthood now?
I think my backwards spiral into revisiting adolescence is complete.
Twilight fanatic? Check. Harry Potter obsession? Check. Lightening Thief? Check again.
Zits? Check. And let me tell you, they are particularly unattractive in combination with wrinkles.
Crazy friend who gives me the silent treatment for four months over something silly? Check.
And now - hanging at the mall all day? Check. Yesterday, Rainbow and I hit the mall in the morning to buy end-of-season gifts for her soccer coach. Theatre IV was having auditions so we hung out for awhile listening. Then we returned to the food court for her post-game celebration, after which we listened to auditions some more, she played in the play area, and we even did a little shopping. We were there for hours. The average age of everyone else there had to be 13.
Very weird.
Menopause? Bring it. I'm ready.
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Twilight fanatic? Check. Harry Potter obsession? Check. Lightening Thief? Check again.
Zits? Check. And let me tell you, they are particularly unattractive in combination with wrinkles.
Crazy friend who gives me the silent treatment for four months over something silly? Check.
And now - hanging at the mall all day? Check. Yesterday, Rainbow and I hit the mall in the morning to buy end-of-season gifts for her soccer coach. Theatre IV was having auditions so we hung out for awhile listening. Then we returned to the food court for her post-game celebration, after which we listened to auditions some more, she played in the play area, and we even did a little shopping. We were there for hours. The average age of everyone else there had to be 13.
Very weird.
Menopause? Bring it. I'm ready.
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Dusted
Twice this year I've been really badly spanked.
The first time was on Good Friday when I rode with a big group. People I normally could hang with (at least a year before) completely dropped me at the end. Annn. Jennifer. Everyone else on that ride.
The second time was today.
I wanted to try a new 32 mile route that Fave sent me. Dave suggested we leave from my house, making the route roughly 50 miles. I haven't ridden farther than 40 in, oh I don't know, two years! but I said what the hell anyway. We started strong, helped along by a downhill start. And the first 27ish miles were good - a little hilly but tolerable.
The next six miles were torture - long gradual uphills, a couple steep uphills, and somehow very little counterbalancing downhills. I'm not really sure how that works. After the first climb on this section, my legs were toast. Dave was a distant speck ahead of me. He waited for me and tried to pull me but it was impossible for him to go as slowly as I was going without risking a complete stop, rolling backwards, or falling over.
When we hit a rest point at 36 miles, I realized that we had another 16 to go to finish the entire route for a total of 52 miles. Somehow that extra unanticipated two miles really did me in. I lobbied hard for a change of plans that gave us about another six miles instead. I know Dave was not excited about riding on Broad Street (hey, at least it wasn't 288) but he did. I guess it was the lesser of two evils compared to the option of dragging my boat-anchor self another 16.
We finished with almost 42 miles at 16.9 mph by my bike computer. It was everything I had today.
I guess I'd better drag out my trainer so I don't have a three-peat.
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The first time was on Good Friday when I rode with a big group. People I normally could hang with (at least a year before) completely dropped me at the end. Annn. Jennifer. Everyone else on that ride.
The second time was today.
I wanted to try a new 32 mile route that Fave sent me. Dave suggested we leave from my house, making the route roughly 50 miles. I haven't ridden farther than 40 in, oh I don't know, two years! but I said what the hell anyway. We started strong, helped along by a downhill start. And the first 27ish miles were good - a little hilly but tolerable.
The next six miles were torture - long gradual uphills, a couple steep uphills, and somehow very little counterbalancing downhills. I'm not really sure how that works. After the first climb on this section, my legs were toast. Dave was a distant speck ahead of me. He waited for me and tried to pull me but it was impossible for him to go as slowly as I was going without risking a complete stop, rolling backwards, or falling over.
When we hit a rest point at 36 miles, I realized that we had another 16 to go to finish the entire route for a total of 52 miles. Somehow that extra unanticipated two miles really did me in. I lobbied hard for a change of plans that gave us about another six miles instead. I know Dave was not excited about riding on Broad Street (hey, at least it wasn't 288) but he did. I guess it was the lesser of two evils compared to the option of dragging my boat-anchor self another 16.
We finished with almost 42 miles at 16.9 mph by my bike computer. It was everything I had today.
I guess I'd better drag out my trainer so I don't have a three-peat.
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Mommy of the Year
Rainbow's favorite game right now is "Would you rather?" and like a dumbass I bought her a book of them.
She just asked me, "Would you rather be able to hear only women talk or slowly turn into a salmon after age 60?"
She picked the salmon.
However, I picked only hearing women talk.
As soon as I justified my choice by saying I'd never have to hear Daddy and Taz argue again, she immediately changed her answer.
Another question was something like, "Would you rather eat chocolate every day of your life or be able to switch faces with anyone?"
She picked switching faces and I asked why. "So I could switch faces with you!" she exclaimed.
I told her she can just wait 35 years and that particular selection will come true.
She leaned forward and stared at me intently for several minutes. And then she settled back into her chair, slowly shook her head - and changed her answer.
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She just asked me, "Would you rather be able to hear only women talk or slowly turn into a salmon after age 60?"
She picked the salmon.
However, I picked only hearing women talk.
As soon as I justified my choice by saying I'd never have to hear Daddy and Taz argue again, she immediately changed her answer.
Another question was something like, "Would you rather eat chocolate every day of your life or be able to switch faces with anyone?"
She picked switching faces and I asked why. "So I could switch faces with you!" she exclaimed.
I told her she can just wait 35 years and that particular selection will come true.
She leaned forward and stared at me intently for several minutes. And then she settled back into her chair, slowly shook her head - and changed her answer.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Mommy of the Year
Scouter just got the Van Halen version of Guitar Hero. He is ridiculously excited - and frankly so am I. We've been stuck in the house for five days with sick kids, so believe me, any and all diversions are welcome.
The game is not all Van Halen; there are a few songs by other artists too. Taz's favorite is "Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne.
But of course, we're all singing, "Taz's Mom has got it going on!"
And I'm totally digging it.
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The game is not all Van Halen; there are a few songs by other artists too. Taz's favorite is "Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne.
But of course, we're all singing, "Taz's Mom has got it going on!"
And I'm totally digging it.
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Committed
The last triathlon I did was the Giant Acorn (aka "Big Nut") two years ago. The last event I did was the Shamrock half marathon in 2008. It's been two years since I swam a stroke and more than 18 months since I did a race.
I really thought my grad school hiatus would end with graduation. I even pondered a few late summer and fall events. But nothing seemed to work with my schedule. Hence my motivation has been lacking.
Actually, I did a fair amount of cycling this summer - but lack of daylight and too-busy weekends have effectively put an end to that.
So I need a goal.
And now I have one! I signed up for a 14k race in Va. Beach on Valentine's weekend. I'm doing it with my brother-in-law and several good friends (thank you Annn and DB!) in honor of his friend John Kainer. John is an awesome guy who lost his 11 year battle with brain cancer last year. Part of the proceeds for this event go to his medical bills and his family. It is a great cause and I can't wait to participate.
Now I need to get off my fat butt and run. And I'm on a streak this week: I ran Thursday and again today. Woo hoo! Impressive, ey?
Both runs made me realize how badly I need new shoes, so I finally ordered some today. Either that or I'm too old for this foolishness. My body hurts. Not sore muscles either, although there is a little bit of that going on. More like achy back and just general malaise. Hopefully nothing that a little fitness won't fix!
Total aside - today while I was running I saw the funniest (in an odd way) thing - this clearly out-of-shape man (not that I have room to talk) was working out with weights beside the pond. His friend - clearly not his trainer - was sitting on a bench beside him, smoking a cigarette. Now that's not something you see every day. Or anything, frankly, that I'd ever want to see again.
But anyway...
I'm also talking a big game about the Mighty Man half iron next year. TG40 is pretty convincing! It is still a year away so I'm very bold... now! When realization sets in, I suspect I will be a nervous wreck.
But for now I'm excited and hopefully motivation will follow!
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I really thought my grad school hiatus would end with graduation. I even pondered a few late summer and fall events. But nothing seemed to work with my schedule. Hence my motivation has been lacking.
Actually, I did a fair amount of cycling this summer - but lack of daylight and too-busy weekends have effectively put an end to that.
So I need a goal.
And now I have one! I signed up for a 14k race in Va. Beach on Valentine's weekend. I'm doing it with my brother-in-law and several good friends (thank you Annn and DB!) in honor of his friend John Kainer. John is an awesome guy who lost his 11 year battle with brain cancer last year. Part of the proceeds for this event go to his medical bills and his family. It is a great cause and I can't wait to participate.
Now I need to get off my fat butt and run. And I'm on a streak this week: I ran Thursday and again today. Woo hoo! Impressive, ey?
Both runs made me realize how badly I need new shoes, so I finally ordered some today. Either that or I'm too old for this foolishness. My body hurts. Not sore muscles either, although there is a little bit of that going on. More like achy back and just general malaise. Hopefully nothing that a little fitness won't fix!
Total aside - today while I was running I saw the funniest (in an odd way) thing - this clearly out-of-shape man (not that I have room to talk) was working out with weights beside the pond. His friend - clearly not his trainer - was sitting on a bench beside him, smoking a cigarette. Now that's not something you see every day. Or anything, frankly, that I'd ever want to see again.
But anyway...
I'm also talking a big game about the Mighty Man half iron next year. TG40 is pretty convincing! It is still a year away so I'm very bold... now! When realization sets in, I suspect I will be a nervous wreck.
But for now I'm excited and hopefully motivation will follow!
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Oink Oink
The joy of camping last weekend has really managed to linger.
Why only yesterday, I received three emails from fellow campers informing me that they, their children, and/or other campers have the swine flu, strep throat, or both.
Lovely.
And sure enough, when Rainbow got home, her eyes were glazed and she was coughing. She had a fever of 102.5. By this morning, her fever spiked to 104. She was so pitiful. As I was stroking her head, she croaked, "Daddy said he was going to curse me to hell."
"Excuse me?"
"Daddy said he was going to curse me to hell," she rasped again.
I pondered for a moment and finally realized she was saying, "Daddy said he was going to nurse me to health."
And all day they've been oinking at each other.
She is feeling slightly better tonight, thank goodness.
Will this be enough to avoid a future camping trip, I wonder?
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Why only yesterday, I received three emails from fellow campers informing me that they, their children, and/or other campers have the swine flu, strep throat, or both.
Lovely.
And sure enough, when Rainbow got home, her eyes were glazed and she was coughing. She had a fever of 102.5. By this morning, her fever spiked to 104. She was so pitiful. As I was stroking her head, she croaked, "Daddy said he was going to curse me to hell."
"Excuse me?"
"Daddy said he was going to curse me to hell," she rasped again.
I pondered for a moment and finally realized she was saying, "Daddy said he was going to nurse me to health."
And all day they've been oinking at each other.
She is feeling slightly better tonight, thank goodness.
Will this be enough to avoid a future camping trip, I wonder?
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Camping Sucks
So last weekend, Rainbow had her first scheduled Brownie camping trip.
To be entirely accurate, her troop went last year but I had school that weekend and Scouter and Taz were Cub Scout camping. So we sent Rainbow with the boys. To hear her tell it now, she was kicking and screaming but in actuality, she was excited and had a great time. That child loves to camp.
What she doesn't particularly like is sleepovers, so I didn't want to send her by herself. Even though this camping trip was the same weekend as my favorite party of the year, the Comfort Zone fall bash. And my high school reunion. Although truth be told, I wasn't too terribly sad to miss that one.
I on the other hand believe that roughing it involves a hotel without a spa. Or with only four stars.
Camping is not my thing.
I begrudgingly committed to go on this particular camping trip on Friday night only. I admit, I was imagining that I would somehow be able to escape on Saturday morning, go on a bike ride and then attend the Comfort Zone bash with all my girlfriends. However, as the week wore on, I felt more and more delusional. Aided and abetted by Scouter telling me how much Rainbow wanted me to go and anything else he could think of to feed my guilt.
Friday came. It had been pouring rain the entire previous night and most of the day. Many other, wiser campers opted to skip Friday night. Yet Rainbow's troop headed off to camp. I met them at the camp site as they were eating dinner at a frigid outdoor picnic shelter. When I walked up to her table, Rainbow could barely be bothered to acknowledge me. "Oh hi Mom," she said in a lethargic tone of voice before she continued her conversation with friends. I stood there for a few minutes but when no further recognition was forthcoming, I joined the other moms. As I was chatting, Rainbow came over and I thought she was going to hug me. She tenderly leaned into my ear and whispered sweetly, "Whatever you do, Mom, DO NOT embarrass me."
Okay then.
So glad I came.
The evening really never improved. Although there were s'mores involved so it wasn't all bad.
We finally headed to the cabins which were very rustic - essentially thin boards and a roof. We were in the farthest possible cabin from the bathrooms, it was still raining and cold. I was grateful that at least we weren't sleeping in tents.
I probably slept some that night but it really didn't feel like it. Between the rain drumming against the roof and the movements of 16 bodies in our cabin, it was hard to fall asleep or stay asleep. One little girl became hysterical because her mother wasn't there and Rainbow needed help a couple times, bringing me to the harsh realization that I would indeed have to stay another night. At one point, she popped her eyes open, looked at me, and in a super-excited voice said, "Isn't this great?" At my expression of what could only have been horror, she quickly added, "Well, at least not terrible?"
The next morning dawned cold and drizzly for a pleasant change. I slogged through a couple of activities, all the while being either totally ignored or barely tolerated by my child. I finally decided that putting up with an entire day of this shit would make me very cranky by evening. And Martyr Di is not fun to be around.
So I left. Rainbow actually seemed momentarily disappointed although she quickly lost interest in me when I told her I was coming back. I came home, went on a four mile run, took a very long very hot shower, did some cooking, hung out with Taz, and then laid on the couch and read a book for awhile. It was a relaxing and enjoyable afternoon. Only with great reluctance - and prodding by Scouter - did I head back to camp.
When I arrived, one of Rainbow's buddies saw me and went running into the mess hall (I guess that's what it's called in camping lingo?), yelling, "Rainbow, your mom is here!" She actually ran out and hugged me. I was pathetically grateful.
Saturday night was more tolerable as more Girl Scout troops were there and I knew more of the moms. We hung out by the indoor camp fire and chatted while the girls played games and songs. If only wine were allowed, it might even have been enjoyable. Alas much too soon it was time to return to the heinous cabins for another miserable night of light sleep and loud noises.
The night was at least uneventful. When we awoke the next day, I was ready to bail. But no. We had to march to breakfast as a troop, wait for everyone, and then clean our shit hole - I mean cabin - and perform our assigned cleaning duty. These efforts took an inordinately long time during which very little was accomplished.
When we could finally escape, Rainbow begged for one of her friends to ride with us. I admit, I was hanging by a string at this point. When they complained about the music on my car radio, I huffily snapped it off.
All the while, I was plotting the next camping trip, thinking to myself that it would really only be necessary for Rainbow and I to come Saturday during the day. She wouldn't miss anything.
Then I asked her what her favorite part of camping was. Without hesitation, she exclaimed "S'mores!" I asked her second favorite thing and after a moment, she said, "Sleeping in the cabin!"
Dammit dammit dammit all to hell.
I should have learned by now to stop when I'm ahead.
Camping sucks.
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To be entirely accurate, her troop went last year but I had school that weekend and Scouter and Taz were Cub Scout camping. So we sent Rainbow with the boys. To hear her tell it now, she was kicking and screaming but in actuality, she was excited and had a great time. That child loves to camp.
What she doesn't particularly like is sleepovers, so I didn't want to send her by herself. Even though this camping trip was the same weekend as my favorite party of the year, the Comfort Zone fall bash. And my high school reunion. Although truth be told, I wasn't too terribly sad to miss that one.
I on the other hand believe that roughing it involves a hotel without a spa. Or with only four stars.
Camping is not my thing.
I begrudgingly committed to go on this particular camping trip on Friday night only. I admit, I was imagining that I would somehow be able to escape on Saturday morning, go on a bike ride and then attend the Comfort Zone bash with all my girlfriends. However, as the week wore on, I felt more and more delusional. Aided and abetted by Scouter telling me how much Rainbow wanted me to go and anything else he could think of to feed my guilt.
Friday came. It had been pouring rain the entire previous night and most of the day. Many other, wiser campers opted to skip Friday night. Yet Rainbow's troop headed off to camp. I met them at the camp site as they were eating dinner at a frigid outdoor picnic shelter. When I walked up to her table, Rainbow could barely be bothered to acknowledge me. "Oh hi Mom," she said in a lethargic tone of voice before she continued her conversation with friends. I stood there for a few minutes but when no further recognition was forthcoming, I joined the other moms. As I was chatting, Rainbow came over and I thought she was going to hug me. She tenderly leaned into my ear and whispered sweetly, "Whatever you do, Mom, DO NOT embarrass me."
Okay then.
So glad I came.
The evening really never improved. Although there were s'mores involved so it wasn't all bad.
We finally headed to the cabins which were very rustic - essentially thin boards and a roof. We were in the farthest possible cabin from the bathrooms, it was still raining and cold. I was grateful that at least we weren't sleeping in tents.
I probably slept some that night but it really didn't feel like it. Between the rain drumming against the roof and the movements of 16 bodies in our cabin, it was hard to fall asleep or stay asleep. One little girl became hysterical because her mother wasn't there and Rainbow needed help a couple times, bringing me to the harsh realization that I would indeed have to stay another night. At one point, she popped her eyes open, looked at me, and in a super-excited voice said, "Isn't this great?" At my expression of what could only have been horror, she quickly added, "Well, at least not terrible?"
The next morning dawned cold and drizzly for a pleasant change. I slogged through a couple of activities, all the while being either totally ignored or barely tolerated by my child. I finally decided that putting up with an entire day of this shit would make me very cranky by evening. And Martyr Di is not fun to be around.
So I left. Rainbow actually seemed momentarily disappointed although she quickly lost interest in me when I told her I was coming back. I came home, went on a four mile run, took a very long very hot shower, did some cooking, hung out with Taz, and then laid on the couch and read a book for awhile. It was a relaxing and enjoyable afternoon. Only with great reluctance - and prodding by Scouter - did I head back to camp.
When I arrived, one of Rainbow's buddies saw me and went running into the mess hall (I guess that's what it's called in camping lingo?), yelling, "Rainbow, your mom is here!" She actually ran out and hugged me. I was pathetically grateful.
Saturday night was more tolerable as more Girl Scout troops were there and I knew more of the moms. We hung out by the indoor camp fire and chatted while the girls played games and songs. If only wine were allowed, it might even have been enjoyable. Alas much too soon it was time to return to the heinous cabins for another miserable night of light sleep and loud noises.
The night was at least uneventful. When we awoke the next day, I was ready to bail. But no. We had to march to breakfast as a troop, wait for everyone, and then clean our shit hole - I mean cabin - and perform our assigned cleaning duty. These efforts took an inordinately long time during which very little was accomplished.
When we could finally escape, Rainbow begged for one of her friends to ride with us. I admit, I was hanging by a string at this point. When they complained about the music on my car radio, I huffily snapped it off.
All the while, I was plotting the next camping trip, thinking to myself that it would really only be necessary for Rainbow and I to come Saturday during the day. She wouldn't miss anything.
Then I asked her what her favorite part of camping was. Without hesitation, she exclaimed "S'mores!" I asked her second favorite thing and after a moment, she said, "Sleeping in the cabin!"
Dammit dammit dammit all to hell.
I should have learned by now to stop when I'm ahead.
Camping sucks.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Mommy of the Year
I was telling Dave this story last week and thought it was post-worthy! And telling him helped me remember...
So this past spring, I told my kids that we could redecorate their rooms this summer if they wanted to. They both enthusiastically agreed, and I gave them some ideas about paint and wallpaper and the like.
We didn't really talk about it again until mid-summer when they asked when the project was going to start. And then they pontificated on their redecorating ideas... which include installing a ceiling in my two story foyer which would become a floor for the space between their rooms, and knocking down the walls of their rooms facing this new space to create a new huge room that they could share. They've already decided where the ice cream bar and big screen TV will be located. Apparently they are going to need lofts to make sure there is room for the basketball court and the pool table. And will an indoor pool fit?
Needless to say this is not exactly what I had in mind... I've dropped the subject entirely and am hoping against hope that they forget I ever broached it.
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So this past spring, I told my kids that we could redecorate their rooms this summer if they wanted to. They both enthusiastically agreed, and I gave them some ideas about paint and wallpaper and the like.
We didn't really talk about it again until mid-summer when they asked when the project was going to start. And then they pontificated on their redecorating ideas... which include installing a ceiling in my two story foyer which would become a floor for the space between their rooms, and knocking down the walls of their rooms facing this new space to create a new huge room that they could share. They've already decided where the ice cream bar and big screen TV will be located. Apparently they are going to need lofts to make sure there is room for the basketball court and the pool table. And will an indoor pool fit?
Needless to say this is not exactly what I had in mind... I've dropped the subject entirely and am hoping against hope that they forget I ever broached it.
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Friday, September 4, 2009
Life is Good
We're on our annual vacation to the Hamptons with my college roommate and her family.
I am full of martinis and lobster right now. I've eaten better this week than at almost any other time in my life (other than my trip to Italy and previous trips here!). I've also gained probably 5 lbs and need detox, but life's a trade off right? RIGHT????
More to come with pictures, hopefully. Just a quick update to say how very happy i am!
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I am full of martinis and lobster right now. I've eaten better this week than at almost any other time in my life (other than my trip to Italy and previous trips here!). I've also gained probably 5 lbs and need detox, but life's a trade off right? RIGHT????
More to come with pictures, hopefully. Just a quick update to say how very happy i am!
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Fastest ride EVAH
So apparently Dave took my last post about cycling 19.2 with TG40, Kathryn and Rob as a challenge. I don't think TG40 and Kathryn kicking ass bothered him actually. His own posse member Rob on the other hand...
Last night, Dave, Steve and I met for a ride through Goochland. I was whining about how exhausted and sore I was from a weekend at the lake and waterskiing, and Dave mentioned that his legs were tired from riding Sat and Sun. We started out fairly slowly, chatting and spinning.
Four or five miles into the ride, we had worked up to a pretty brisk pace and passed two guys on a back road.
To digress - one of those guys was fully kitted out, but riding in a cloth cycling hat instead of a helmet. I very badly wanted to tell him to wear a helmet but somehow managed to resist. It wasn't easy.
Anyway, as soon as we blew past them, the two guys jumped on our wheels. That was all the challenge any of us needed. We took off. Then they started leap frogging us.
By mile 12, Dave reported that we were averaging 20 mph.
The other guys turned and we decided to add a loop through West Creek to hit our usual 18 miles. I have to admit that my legs were jelly by the time we hit the Farm Bureau hill.
We still finished with 19.6 mph average.
Dave says next stop 20.
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Last night, Dave, Steve and I met for a ride through Goochland. I was whining about how exhausted and sore I was from a weekend at the lake and waterskiing, and Dave mentioned that his legs were tired from riding Sat and Sun. We started out fairly slowly, chatting and spinning.
Four or five miles into the ride, we had worked up to a pretty brisk pace and passed two guys on a back road.
To digress - one of those guys was fully kitted out, but riding in a cloth cycling hat instead of a helmet. I very badly wanted to tell him to wear a helmet but somehow managed to resist. It wasn't easy.
Anyway, as soon as we blew past them, the two guys jumped on our wheels. That was all the challenge any of us needed. We took off. Then they started leap frogging us.
By mile 12, Dave reported that we were averaging 20 mph.
The other guys turned and we decided to add a loop through West Creek to hit our usual 18 miles. I have to admit that my legs were jelly by the time we hit the Farm Bureau hill.
We still finished with 19.6 mph average.
Dave says next stop 20.
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Mommy of the Year
This one has been pre-approved by the Deannas...
Last week, I told the kids it was time for them to take showers.
"Mommy?" inquired Rainbow. "Can we all take a shower together?"
Before I could squelch that idea, Taz piped up. "Um, no Rainbow that's not going to work," he said with a wrinkled brow and pained expression. "I can't take a shower with you. I'm not allowed to see Mommy's boobies anymore."
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Last week, I told the kids it was time for them to take showers.
"Mommy?" inquired Rainbow. "Can we all take a shower together?"
Before I could squelch that idea, Taz piped up. "Um, no Rainbow that's not going to work," he said with a wrinkled brow and pained expression. "I can't take a shower with you. I'm not allowed to see Mommy's boobies anymore."
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Happy Birthday, Baby!!!
This morning, I celebrated Scouter's birthday by getting up at 5:15 to go on a bike ride at 5:45. That's AM peeps.
Yes I'm crazy. And yes it was dark. Not that this post is about my ride, but it was also very fun - Kathryn, TG40 and Dave's posse crew member Rob joined me for the madness. Rob filled in for Dave and traded the lead to pull me through 18 miles. At a whopping 19.2 mph average pace. (And Dave I know you don't believe me but that pace is corroborated by TG40 who clocked 19.28). Sweet!
But anyway, back to Scouter's birthday...
Tonight he celebrated by playing tennis. I've been teasing him about choosing to spend his birthday with sweaty men instead of me.
I guess that's what happens when you've been married for 19 3/4 years and have known each other since before dirt was invented.
But I'm surprising him with dinner (pepper pasta and salad), wine (Veritas reserve), and cake (Brewster's mint chocolate chip ice cream) when he gets home.
He can only avoid me for so long.
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Yes I'm crazy. And yes it was dark. Not that this post is about my ride, but it was also very fun - Kathryn, TG40 and Dave's posse crew member Rob joined me for the madness. Rob filled in for Dave and traded the lead to pull me through 18 miles. At a whopping 19.2 mph average pace. (And Dave I know you don't believe me but that pace is corroborated by TG40 who clocked 19.28). Sweet!
But anyway, back to Scouter's birthday...
Tonight he celebrated by playing tennis. I've been teasing him about choosing to spend his birthday with sweaty men instead of me.
I guess that's what happens when you've been married for 19 3/4 years and have known each other since before dirt was invented.
But I'm surprising him with dinner (pepper pasta and salad), wine (Veritas reserve), and cake (Brewster's mint chocolate chip ice cream) when he gets home.
He can only avoid me for so long.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
*&^% I'm Lazy
I am out of town on a business trip.
You'd think with my normally crazy schedule that I would be estatic to have some quiet time. But I'm lonely and I miss my babies.
This afternoon, I could have chosen to go for a run or to check out the hotel fitness center. Instead, I did some work (good), goofed off on the Internet (fair), and watched a biography of Suzanne Sommers on TV (very very bad).
Can someone please give me a big fat motivating kick in the ass?!?!?!?!
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Update: No I didn't get off my fat ass on Wednesday BUT I did run on Thursday morning. One of my co-workers "used to be a runner" - took me out and schooled me. The good news? I ran 4 miles at 8:47 min/mi average pace and didn't die, so I am still able to run.
When I absolutely have to, that is.
However, I haven't done a damn thing since.
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You'd think with my normally crazy schedule that I would be estatic to have some quiet time. But I'm lonely and I miss my babies.
This afternoon, I could have chosen to go for a run or to check out the hotel fitness center. Instead, I did some work (good), goofed off on the Internet (fair), and watched a biography of Suzanne Sommers on TV (very very bad).
Can someone please give me a big fat motivating kick in the ass?!?!?!?!
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Update: No I didn't get off my fat ass on Wednesday BUT I did run on Thursday morning. One of my co-workers "used to be a runner" - took me out and schooled me. The good news? I ran 4 miles at 8:47 min/mi average pace and didn't die, so I am still able to run.
When I absolutely have to, that is.
However, I haven't done a damn thing since.
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Friday, July 17, 2009
TriBabies
Being old but playing with the young kids has its perks.
For example, Lesley has the sweetest little baby boy. It's great to play with him and be silly but then give him back when he cries. Or poops.
And now TG Megan is preggers! I had the pleasure of co-hosting a baby shower for her with crazy Patty aka IronMan-Patty-Who-Hits-Annnn and/or IronMan-Patty-Whom-I-Love among other things.
I was a pretty sucky co-host but Patty perservered and we finally pulled our shit together. Or at least made it look like we did. I'm pretty sure...
Patty came over early to help with food and final preparations. As soon as she walked in the door, I helpfully took the bouquet of balloons she was carrying. Leaving her with several heavy and bulky items. And then I immediately let go of said balloons such that they floated up to the top of my two story foyer ceiling, where they were irretrievable and where they in fact remain today.
Co-host extraordinaire, baby!
If you'll excuse the pun.
Anyway, we drafted several others to help us out - thank you Jackie and Annnn! About 20 TriGirls, three of whom are currently expecting, joined us for the shower and it was a blast. Megan is beautiful and glowing and all the wonderful things she should be and seemed to have a really good time.
Scouter, Taz, and Rainbow got home as the party was starting to break up. Scouter and Taz headed straight for the stairs without passing go and fled all the estrogen. Rainbow on the other hand took over the stereo and started jamming Boom Boom Pow and entertaining the group.
I haven't hosted a baby shower for a couple years - actually the last one was for TG grand poobah Grandison - and it was a blast!
Can't wait to see Megan's baby!!!
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For example, Lesley has the sweetest little baby boy. It's great to play with him and be silly but then give him back when he cries. Or poops.
And now TG Megan is preggers! I had the pleasure of co-hosting a baby shower for her with crazy Patty aka IronMan-Patty-Who-Hits-Annnn and/or IronMan-Patty-Whom-I-Love among other things.
I was a pretty sucky co-host but Patty perservered and we finally pulled our shit together. Or at least made it look like we did. I'm pretty sure...
Patty came over early to help with food and final preparations. As soon as she walked in the door, I helpfully took the bouquet of balloons she was carrying. Leaving her with several heavy and bulky items. And then I immediately let go of said balloons such that they floated up to the top of my two story foyer ceiling, where they were irretrievable and where they in fact remain today.
Co-host extraordinaire, baby!
If you'll excuse the pun.
Anyway, we drafted several others to help us out - thank you Jackie and Annnn! About 20 TriGirls, three of whom are currently expecting, joined us for the shower and it was a blast. Megan is beautiful and glowing and all the wonderful things she should be and seemed to have a really good time.
Scouter, Taz, and Rainbow got home as the party was starting to break up. Scouter and Taz headed straight for the stairs without passing go and fled all the estrogen. Rainbow on the other hand took over the stereo and started jamming Boom Boom Pow and entertaining the group.
I haven't hosted a baby shower for a couple years - actually the last one was for TG grand poobah Grandison - and it was a blast!
Can't wait to see Megan's baby!!!
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Hanging with Fast Crowd
I had such a fun workout week. Even though I ran twice.
HA!
And what terrible runs they were, by the way. Three torturous miles in the mountains on Sunday and four early and hot miles on Thursday. And both times, my calves were very tight and sore afterwards.
Anyway. Thank goodness for the bike!
Monday, I rode with my school bud Dave who recently bought a bike and is already kicking my butt. He's ridden with me and some TriGirls a few times, which apparently inspired him to invite some other guys along for the ride. This week, it was me and three speedsters. One of the guys who rode with us rode again the next night and averaged over 22 mph. We did 18 miles at I think 17.7 mph in Goochland. It was hot but still fun, especially bombing down the last big hill near Capital One.
Wednesday, TG40, Kathryn, and Dave met me to ride the Power Sprint loop plus a few extra miles. As we started riding, I realized that I was the slowest one in the group and so I decided to go balls to the wall. I probably should have mentioned that to someone but instead I just took off. Of course Dave was glued to my wheel, while TG40 and Kathryn were chatting. We hit the six mile point and then veered off the race route to ride three more miles of rolling hills. As we turned around, I asked Dave to pull me back. He obliged by quickly zooming in front and then almost immediately dropping me going up a hill. Damn! We zipped through the rest of the ride and finished at my fastest non-race pace ever, 18.9 mph. I was thrilled!
I wish I could ride again this weekend but sadly I'm going to have to make do with a run. At least that's the plan... Please hold me accountable!
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HA!
And what terrible runs they were, by the way. Three torturous miles in the mountains on Sunday and four early and hot miles on Thursday. And both times, my calves were very tight and sore afterwards.
Anyway. Thank goodness for the bike!
Monday, I rode with my school bud Dave who recently bought a bike and is already kicking my butt. He's ridden with me and some TriGirls a few times, which apparently inspired him to invite some other guys along for the ride. This week, it was me and three speedsters. One of the guys who rode with us rode again the next night and averaged over 22 mph. We did 18 miles at I think 17.7 mph in Goochland. It was hot but still fun, especially bombing down the last big hill near Capital One.
Wednesday, TG40, Kathryn, and Dave met me to ride the Power Sprint loop plus a few extra miles. As we started riding, I realized that I was the slowest one in the group and so I decided to go balls to the wall. I probably should have mentioned that to someone but instead I just took off. Of course Dave was glued to my wheel, while TG40 and Kathryn were chatting. We hit the six mile point and then veered off the race route to ride three more miles of rolling hills. As we turned around, I asked Dave to pull me back. He obliged by quickly zooming in front and then almost immediately dropping me going up a hill. Damn! We zipped through the rest of the ride and finished at my fastest non-race pace ever, 18.9 mph. I was thrilled!
I wish I could ride again this weekend but sadly I'm going to have to make do with a run. At least that's the plan... Please hold me accountable!
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
Yum
I just made the most delicious impromptu dinner and had to share -
Ribs from Trader Joe's, precooked and in a tasty brown sugar barbecue sauce that just had to be warmed on the grill, with grilled veggies and Mesa Grill potato salad from Bobby Flay's Boy Meets Grill cookbook (one of my favorites).
I'm really full but somehow I'm still managing to sneak bites of cobbler made with fresh peaches I got from the farmer's market today, with a few raspberries thrown in for good measure.
Taz actually ate all of it, even the potato salad with jalapenos in it.
Yum.
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Ribs from Trader Joe's, precooked and in a tasty brown sugar barbecue sauce that just had to be warmed on the grill, with grilled veggies and Mesa Grill potato salad from Bobby Flay's Boy Meets Grill cookbook (one of my favorites).
I'm really full but somehow I'm still managing to sneak bites of cobbler made with fresh peaches I got from the farmer's market today, with a few raspberries thrown in for good measure.
Taz actually ate all of it, even the potato salad with jalapenos in it.
Yum.
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
And on another note...
What kind of dumbass posts pictures of herself with her two skinniest friends?!?!?!?
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Mommy of the Year
Hypothetically, which is worse:
To tell you child to go away before you lose your mind (quite possibly, to get the hell away before you lose your mind);
or to wait until you actually do lose your mind?
Purely hypothetical, remember.
But before you answer, just know that if you give me some calm and rational mommy wisdom, I will no longer consider you a friend.
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To tell you child to go away before you lose your mind (quite possibly, to get the hell away before you lose your mind);
or to wait until you actually do lose your mind?
Purely hypothetical, remember.
But before you answer, just know that if you give me some calm and rational mommy wisdom, I will no longer consider you a friend.
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
Epic Cycling
The last few weeks have been all about the bike and I've been remembering how much I love it!
(Disclaimer: For the last year and a half probably I've biked once per month at best.)
A few weeks ago, Richard and I started our early morning weekday rides, once a week at 5:45 a.m. Yes it is awfully early but I actually haven't had a hard time getting up because I'm so excited to ride. Plus it's great to be done and have a sense of accomplishment all day.
The first week, we did a modified ABC route. Our plan was to ride nine miles out, turn around and come back but at about the seven mile point, we hit a road that was in the process of being paved and was covered in loose gravel. Rather than risking a flat, we modified our route on the fly.
Bad idea.
We ended up cutting through an office park with a very busy highway interchange at the start of rush hour traffic. Even though I ride on the interstate frequently (according to Annnn), this was a little scary. And longer than we planned - about 23 miles. Whoops! I was late getting home.
The next week, we decided to revisit the Power Sprint loop with an added out and back that we did so frequently two summers ago but not at all last year. I forgot how fun that course is! Jackie met us which was great and we rode 18 miles.
Last week, we had a rain delay which caused us to punt to the next day, and then poor Richard couldn't come. Fortunately Jackie still could and we did the Power Sprint loop plus again. We ran into Teresa Stadler out in the country and she rode with us briefly, looking unbelievably fit and cute. I guess one benefit of not working out much is that I haven't been injured, so I hadn't seen her in awhile.
Then this week, we went back to the modified ABC route and did it as planned since the road work is complete. TG Kathryn and work/school friend Dave-with-a-new-bike met Richard and me. My distribution list has over 20 people so it's always fun to see who shows up on any given ride. We went a little more than 18 miles which is really all I have time for in the morning. Unless I want to get up even earlier, which I most definitely don't.
This week, I also started riding on Monday nights which I'm hoping to continue through the fall. Annnn met me and we had a fun ride through Goochland, bouncing the lead back and forth.
I've had some longer weekend rides too including the longest one I've done in awhile, 28 miles with Kermit and Richard in late May. We did that same loop again two weekends ago with my friend Susan from work. Deanna, Bethany, and Annnn met us at WC to pick up the loop and even gave us an escort back to my house. Very fun!
But probably the funnest ride I've had in a long time was a few weeks ago with Jennifer, Annnn, and Susan when we did the Charlottesville Oly course. It's 23 miles of rolling hills through beautiful countryside.
Of course I'm too dumb to take pictures BEFORE we ride when I might look a little better. And where's Annn you may wonder? She has a knack for disappearing when the camera comes out. Or maybe she's just a figment of my imagination... kind of like an abusive imaginary friend.
After we finished, we had a relaxing lunch and beer sampler at the new Devil's Backbone microbrewery and then headed up the mountain to meet Deanna and Patty for a girls' weekend. Deanna had ridden Crabtree Falls that day and I'm even more completely in awe of her. She said it made the Blue Ridge look easy. I can't even imagine!
I'm looking forward to some more great riding this summer and hope that I can figure out a way to add more distance. I'd like to do the RABA Heart of Va long metric (75 miles) in September if possible.
It's so great to be back on my bike!!!! Now if I could just talk myself into a little swimming and running....
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(Disclaimer: For the last year and a half probably I've biked once per month at best.)
A few weeks ago, Richard and I started our early morning weekday rides, once a week at 5:45 a.m. Yes it is awfully early but I actually haven't had a hard time getting up because I'm so excited to ride. Plus it's great to be done and have a sense of accomplishment all day.
The first week, we did a modified ABC route. Our plan was to ride nine miles out, turn around and come back but at about the seven mile point, we hit a road that was in the process of being paved and was covered in loose gravel. Rather than risking a flat, we modified our route on the fly.
Bad idea.
We ended up cutting through an office park with a very busy highway interchange at the start of rush hour traffic. Even though I ride on the interstate frequently (according to Annnn), this was a little scary. And longer than we planned - about 23 miles. Whoops! I was late getting home.
The next week, we decided to revisit the Power Sprint loop with an added out and back that we did so frequently two summers ago but not at all last year. I forgot how fun that course is! Jackie met us which was great and we rode 18 miles.
Last week, we had a rain delay which caused us to punt to the next day, and then poor Richard couldn't come. Fortunately Jackie still could and we did the Power Sprint loop plus again. We ran into Teresa Stadler out in the country and she rode with us briefly, looking unbelievably fit and cute. I guess one benefit of not working out much is that I haven't been injured, so I hadn't seen her in awhile.
Then this week, we went back to the modified ABC route and did it as planned since the road work is complete. TG Kathryn and work/school friend Dave-with-a-new-bike met Richard and me. My distribution list has over 20 people so it's always fun to see who shows up on any given ride. We went a little more than 18 miles which is really all I have time for in the morning. Unless I want to get up even earlier, which I most definitely don't.
This week, I also started riding on Monday nights which I'm hoping to continue through the fall. Annnn met me and we had a fun ride through Goochland, bouncing the lead back and forth.
I've had some longer weekend rides too including the longest one I've done in awhile, 28 miles with Kermit and Richard in late May. We did that same loop again two weekends ago with my friend Susan from work. Deanna, Bethany, and Annnn met us at WC to pick up the loop and even gave us an escort back to my house. Very fun!
But probably the funnest ride I've had in a long time was a few weeks ago with Jennifer, Annnn, and Susan when we did the Charlottesville Oly course. It's 23 miles of rolling hills through beautiful countryside.
Of course I'm too dumb to take pictures BEFORE we ride when I might look a little better. And where's Annn you may wonder? She has a knack for disappearing when the camera comes out. Or maybe she's just a figment of my imagination... kind of like an abusive imaginary friend.
After we finished, we had a relaxing lunch and beer sampler at the new Devil's Backbone microbrewery and then headed up the mountain to meet Deanna and Patty for a girls' weekend. Deanna had ridden Crabtree Falls that day and I'm even more completely in awe of her. She said it made the Blue Ridge look easy. I can't even imagine!
I'm looking forward to some more great riding this summer and hope that I can figure out a way to add more distance. I'd like to do the RABA Heart of Va long metric (75 miles) in September if possible.
It's so great to be back on my bike!!!! Now if I could just talk myself into a little swimming and running....
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
That's nasty, baby
So my friend Dave educated me on the definition of chub rub according to Urban Dictionary.
Um, yeah. I won't be using that bit o' slang again.
But let's just say that body glide has become my best friend. Good thing too because Garmin and I haven't spoken in a long, long time. I hate that SOB.
BTW anyone who can guess the source of my silly title wins a prize of my choosing. Which may or may not involve alcohol, depending upon whether or not you are pregnant and your personal viewpoint on drinking while pregnant. I say that because fully half of my readers are in fact pregnant right this very moment. And one is going to be soon if she keeps having sex 20 times a day. No form of protection can possibly withstand that kind of barrage... Seriously.
Where was I?
Oh yes talking about my former friend Garmin.
I tried to befriend Garmin again today and that bastard tortured me. The things he said! The constant whining and beeping and admonitions to SPEED UP! Like I need that right now. Or ever, frankly.
His ass is back in a drawer. I may just let his battery die.
It's not me. It's him.
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Um, yeah. I won't be using that bit o' slang again.
But let's just say that body glide has become my best friend. Good thing too because Garmin and I haven't spoken in a long, long time. I hate that SOB.
BTW anyone who can guess the source of my silly title wins a prize of my choosing. Which may or may not involve alcohol, depending upon whether or not you are pregnant and your personal viewpoint on drinking while pregnant. I say that because fully half of my readers are in fact pregnant right this very moment. And one is going to be soon if she keeps having sex 20 times a day. No form of protection can possibly withstand that kind of barrage... Seriously.
Where was I?
Oh yes talking about my former friend Garmin.
I tried to befriend Garmin again today and that bastard tortured me. The things he said! The constant whining and beeping and admonitions to SPEED UP! Like I need that right now. Or ever, frankly.
His ass is back in a drawer. I may just let his battery die.
It's not me. It's him.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
L'Italia Update
I finally posted pictures with my first post: http://tri-di.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-litalia.html
And yes I owe the second week...
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And yes I owe the second week...
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Ahhh... a relaxing weekend at last
Happy Memorial Day everyone!
We haven't been to the mountains since Easter and have really been missing them. So we headed up Friday night and got here before dark. I felt my stress level drop as we drove higher up the mountain. We grilled some tuna steaks, cracked open a bottle of wine and let the relaxation begin.
The next morning Scouter let me sleep in a bit and then we all headed to the local farmers' market. It was pretty crowded for the holiday weekend but we still managed to see everything. We bought a pie and some braided bread, honey, a bracelet for Rainbow and a cool boy-necklace for Taz, and a framed numbered print by a local artist for Scouter and me. And then we went to another crafts fair and bought another framed numbered photograph from another local artist. We were a little carried away but we love them both and hung them right away.
By the time we got home, the kids were done with crafts fairs and so I took them to the pool. They are allowed to have floats and toys in this pool and they had it pretty much to themselves so a good time was had by both. I managed to squeeze in a slow painful run afterwards and then we had our neighbors over for a cookout. So I figure I broke even.
Sunday we kept talking about going on a hike but we never quite made it. Scouter got into a big window-cleaning project while the kids played and I lounged and read a book. It was lovely. Scouter even let the kids start a small fire in the fire pit, and I gave them hot dogs and marshmallows to roast for lunch. We finally got motivated after lunch and hit the local Brews and Blues festival for some music and a little more print-buying. This time we bought two photographs of some local wildlife - a deer and a black bear. And some kettle corn and some funky ice cream that Taz called frozen cotton candy.
Then we went to a cookout at a new friend from school's beautiful house. Their kids are older (high school/college age) and they were great with Taz and Rainbow. My kids were within three feet of them at all times and even talked them into letting them into the hot tub. My stomach hurts from laughing so hard.
Rainbow proclaimed today to be "Duchess' Special Day" since we'd left her alone for so much of the weekend so we finally went on a hike with her. We did three sections of the Old Appalachian Trail. Along the way, we saw a deer really close to the trail. We stopped and took pictures thinking it would run away once we walked by but it didn't. It actually started walking through the woods beside us! I thought it was cute until Scouter started talking about a deer that killed two people recently and rabies. Then it kind of freaked me out. It does look kind of demonic doesn't it?
I've been vegging ever since. Wouldn't it be nice if all weekends were three days?
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Is it time to race yet?
As you know, I haven't been on my bike much over the last year. If I ride once per month, it is a very good thing.
But now that school is over, I'm hoping hoping hoping to have more time to bike. And run. And hey I may even get crazy and swim. Or not.
Last Friday night, I got an email from TriGirl Richard asking about availability for a ride on Saturday. We emailed back and forth and finally settled on a time, meeting spot, and route. I was so excited! I hadn't ridden my bike since I got the tires and chain replaced... in April.
And who else should show up Sat morning but Kermit? My original posse, reunited! And probably all equally undertrained.
We set off at a leisurely pace, commiserate with our current abilities, chatting and catching up. We continued to laugh and chat all the way up to Ashland. As we made the turn and started back, we spotted a large group of cyclists in front of us. They were pretty spread out and fairly far ahead.
Suddenly, I was in race mode. I shot down into aero position and started peddling with all I had. As I called "on your left" and whipped past the first pair, I felt exhilarated. I also realized, panting, that I'm not in shape for this game.
I slowed down and waited for the boys. I suggested that someone else lead. Kermit obliged but a few minutes later, he took off. I was right behind him. We caught a couple more groups and he asked if I was happy now. But there were still bikers in front of us! I jumped in the lead with Kermit on my wheel and we rode down every one of them.
We finally stopped to wait for Richard who rode casually up to us a few minutes later, laughing and shaking his head. And then he pulled us to the finish line.
I don't think I'm competitive. But clearly the evidence proves otherwise.
Now I'm thinking about what races I could fit in my schedule this year, and whether I can make the time to train for them.
I'm definitely doing the Big Nut tri and I'd like to do Heart of Virginia metric century cycling event.
Oh the possibilities!!!
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But now that school is over, I'm hoping hoping hoping to have more time to bike. And run. And hey I may even get crazy and swim. Or not.
Last Friday night, I got an email from TriGirl Richard asking about availability for a ride on Saturday. We emailed back and forth and finally settled on a time, meeting spot, and route. I was so excited! I hadn't ridden my bike since I got the tires and chain replaced... in April.
And who else should show up Sat morning but Kermit? My original posse, reunited! And probably all equally undertrained.
We set off at a leisurely pace, commiserate with our current abilities, chatting and catching up. We continued to laugh and chat all the way up to Ashland. As we made the turn and started back, we spotted a large group of cyclists in front of us. They were pretty spread out and fairly far ahead.
Suddenly, I was in race mode. I shot down into aero position and started peddling with all I had. As I called "on your left" and whipped past the first pair, I felt exhilarated. I also realized, panting, that I'm not in shape for this game.
I slowed down and waited for the boys. I suggested that someone else lead. Kermit obliged but a few minutes later, he took off. I was right behind him. We caught a couple more groups and he asked if I was happy now. But there were still bikers in front of us! I jumped in the lead with Kermit on my wheel and we rode down every one of them.
We finally stopped to wait for Richard who rode casually up to us a few minutes later, laughing and shaking his head. And then he pulled us to the finish line.
I don't think I'm competitive. But clearly the evidence proves otherwise.
Now I'm thinking about what races I could fit in my schedule this year, and whether I can make the time to train for them.
I'm definitely doing the Big Nut tri and I'd like to do Heart of Virginia metric century cycling event.
Oh the possibilities!!!
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
I is a gradjut
Graduation was yesterday. Yippee!!!
For the record, I now have a Master of Science in Information Technology Management. Kind of an MBA for geeks.
There was a ceremony in the morning for all graduates which I didn't attend. The business school ceremony was yesterday afternoon. Most of my class walked. Scouter, the kids, and my parents came.
As we filed into the Siegel Center, I was looking everywhere for my peeps. Fortunately, in an update from undergrad, I could text Scouter to help locate them. Rainbow in particular was very engaged throughout the ceremony and kept blowing me kisses. Taz mainly looked bored.
When it was time for me to approach the stage to have my degree awarded, I looked in the stands, saw that my dad was missing, and freaked out. Poor guy suffered through my none-to-stellar undergraduate days; if anyone deserved to enjoy a stronger academic performance, it is him. Then I heard someone calling my name and spotted my dad and his camera at the rail. Sweet!
My mom told me Rainbow was yelling "YEAH MOMMY!!!" as I picked up my degree. She told people she was happy I was graduating because now she has her Mommy back.
Last night, I threw myself a graduation party. Because this past 15 months haven't been enough about me already. It was interesting because most people didn't know each other, but everyone seemed to mingle and have fun.
Now I need some sleep!
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For the record, I now have a Master of Science in Information Technology Management. Kind of an MBA for geeks.
There was a ceremony in the morning for all graduates which I didn't attend. The business school ceremony was yesterday afternoon. Most of my class walked. Scouter, the kids, and my parents came.
As we filed into the Siegel Center, I was looking everywhere for my peeps. Fortunately, in an update from undergrad, I could text Scouter to help locate them. Rainbow in particular was very engaged throughout the ceremony and kept blowing me kisses. Taz mainly looked bored.
When it was time for me to approach the stage to have my degree awarded, I looked in the stands, saw that my dad was missing, and freaked out. Poor guy suffered through my none-to-stellar undergraduate days; if anyone deserved to enjoy a stronger academic performance, it is him. Then I heard someone calling my name and spotted my dad and his camera at the rail. Sweet!
My mom told me Rainbow was yelling "YEAH MOMMY!!!" as I picked up my degree. She told people she was happy I was graduating because now she has her Mommy back.
Last night, I threw myself a graduation party. Because this past 15 months haven't been enough about me already. It was interesting because most people didn't know each other, but everyone seemed to mingle and have fun.
Now I need some sleep!
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Interlude
In between my posts about eating and drinking my way through Italy, let me just acknowledge the fact that I have become a big fat pig. My degree has been earned at the expense of my fitness.
Exhibit A: Triple chin
Exhibit B: Muffin top
Exhibit C: Chub rub
Exhibit D: No clothes that fit
It's ugly. Literally.
TriGirls, help me!!!!
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Exhibit A: Triple chin
Exhibit B: Muffin top
Exhibit C: Chub rub
Exhibit D: No clothes that fit
It's ugly. Literally.
TriGirls, help me!!!!
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Viva L'Italia
UPDATED: Added some pictures
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Most triathlete blogs offer training updates and race reports.
Yeah, we don't have that going on around house 'o TriDi so you get a trip report instead. Possibly in multiple parts. Therein lies the similarity.
One of the big benefits of my grad school program is that, as an international program, it includes an international trip. Previous classes have been to Ireland and Denmark, and my class found out in August that we were going to Italy!!!
Italy is my dream trip. Scouter and I had planned a trip with my college roommate Jill and her husband Andy ten years ago. We talked about renting a villa in Tuscany for a week and a villa in the south of France for a second week. Shortly thereafter, I found out I was pregnant with Taz! So trip on hold indefinitely and a completely different type of excitement in store.
Fast forward - as soon as I heard "Italy" for school, I got in touch with Jill and Andy and we immediately started planning a trip in conjunction with my school trip. We spent a lot of time researching options and planning the trip. And by "we" I mean "Jill." They have spent a lot of time in Europe and really know what they're doing. Plus, they appreciate really good food and wine. Does it get better than that??? Scouter and I were up for whatever they suggested.
The first week was my school trip. In a nutshell, it was uncoordinated and poorly communicated which turned what should have been an amazing experience into an exercise in frustration. But I'll spare you the (many) annoying parts and give you the highlights. That's what I want to remember from the trip anyway.
Yeah, we don't have that going on around house 'o TriDi so you get a trip report instead. Possibly in multiple parts. Therein lies the similarity.
One of the big benefits of my grad school program is that, as an international program, it includes an international trip. Previous classes have been to Ireland and Denmark, and my class found out in August that we were going to Italy!!!
Italy is my dream trip. Scouter and I had planned a trip with my college roommate Jill and her husband Andy ten years ago. We talked about renting a villa in Tuscany for a week and a villa in the south of France for a second week. Shortly thereafter, I found out I was pregnant with Taz! So trip on hold indefinitely and a completely different type of excitement in store.
Fast forward - as soon as I heard "Italy" for school, I got in touch with Jill and Andy and we immediately started planning a trip in conjunction with my school trip. We spent a lot of time researching options and planning the trip. And by "we" I mean "Jill." They have spent a lot of time in Europe and really know what they're doing. Plus, they appreciate really good food and wine. Does it get better than that??? Scouter and I were up for whatever they suggested.
The first week was my school trip. In a nutshell, it was uncoordinated and poorly communicated which turned what should have been an amazing experience into an exercise in frustration. But I'll spare you the (many) annoying parts and give you the highlights. That's what I want to remember from the trip anyway.
We flew into Milan and arrived early Sunday morning. We were met by a tour bus which immediately took us to see Leonardo DaVinci's Last Supper.
I had heard that the Last Supper was the thing to see in Milan but I have to say I didn't really get it... that is, until I saw it. It was amazing! Pictures of it don't do it justice at all. It is a fresco painted on the wall of a monastery. The poses and depth of it are fantastic. I was in awe. The fresco is painted on one side of the table because in the room, the monks' tables were setup around the room with the Last Supper as the head table.
Next we went to see the Duomo which is the fourth largest cathedral in the world, the Galleria and a castle. All very cool. But as my friend Dave noted, "even the military gives soldiers water."
But anyway.
That night, we had a welcome dinner. We showed up and the restaurant staff started bringing dishes. We got to try a number of different specialties, enjoy some Italian wine, and relax. It was very nice.
The next day we visited a supercomputing center and an Internet search engine provider. Both very cool, but one in Bologna and one in Milan (three hours apart) which made for a very long day. We got back to the hotel late (maybe 7:30 or 8) and a lot of people were making plans to go to dinner. I was exhausted, so I opted to hit the fitness center for a brief run on the treadmill, a shower, and bed! That turned out to be my only workout of the trip so it's good that I fit at least one in... since I took all that crap with me.
Tuesday, we visited a private university outside of Rome. The speakers were great and it was cool to see how the university system works in Italy. It is very different and far less sophisticated than ours. Then we boarded a high speed train to head to Rome.
This trip became immediately entertaining when Terry and I attempted to find a bathroom in the train station. It had bars and we couldn't figure out what was going on. Finally, after being yelled at in incomprehensible Italian by the bathroom attendant man, we figured out that we had to pay to enter. We scrambled to the side to dig for change. Terry was finally able to enter; I kept putting a euro in the machine but it kept coming back out. Finally I figured out that I needed exact change. Who knew peeing was so damn complicated??? I entered the bathroom and while I was waiting, the bathroom attendant started yelling in the room again. I think he was trying to point me to more stalls in the back. Then we couldn't figure out how to get out of the room. Throughout the whole experience we were laughing hysterically. Which set us up for a fun trip...
I was not particularly looking forward to a five hour train ride. But I have to say it was oddly one of the most fun parts of the trip. I got to sit in a little pod with some of my buddies. We had some good conversation for awhile... and then we decided to head to the bar car. We snagged my girl Terry on the way, and we came back loaded up for the rest of the trip. Before you know it, we had pulled some other friends over to our section and the party was ON. We had an absolute blast.
And Jodi you'll love this part - we were being really loud and created a crowded section, and so in an effort to salvage the sorry reputation of the American tourist, we started toasting Canada and talking about how great Vancouver University is (since many of us were wearing VCU garb). Fortunately the poor innocent bystanders closest to us found us entertaining.
It's at this point that I realize I really need to insert pictures. Yes I'm quick. But that will have to come another day; otherwise this post may never happen.
In Rome, we had a welcome dinner at the hotel. It was okay.
Wednesday morning, we had tickets for a Papal Audience which was in Saint Peter's Square in Vatican City and attended by thousands - like maybe 12 - 15,000? With thousands more in the area. The Pope rode the popemobile through the area and came within 10 feet of us! The Papal Audience is interesting as each Cardinal welcomes groups from his part of the world, in the appropriate language. Our Cardinal welcomed students and faculty from our school, and the Pope blessed us, our children and loved ones. You know who you are! Did you ever think you'd be blessed by the Pope through... me?!?!?!? I'm pretty sure my in-laws didn't!
After than we had a short driving tour through Rome to see many famous sites like the Coliseum. It is really odd to see people nonchalantly strolling past this amazing ruin but I guess it becomes an every day occurrence for people. Then we went to another university where the two presenters were clearly in competition with each other to the extend that they couldn't communicate a message. I was falling asleep in the back of the room.
Wednesday night, thankfully, we had free time. I went to the Hotel Eden with some friends and hangers-on to watch sunset from what is said to be the best spot in Rome and then we had a nice dinner. And wine.
Thursday was another very long day but actually worth it. We took the bus to Pompeii (three hours south of Rome) and had a tour of the ruins. They were amazing. Apparently there is a historical fiction book called Pompeii that I now have to read. After Pompeii we headed to nearby Naples for a business visit to a cruise line and in the pouring rain, Naples looked like a pit. I would not want to go back. But after the visit we had a cool dinner at a local pizzeria where we had the option to make our own pie - which I so totally did! I went back to the kitchen and slapped my own dough around, lathered on some sauce, cheese and basil and popped that bad boy in the brick oven. Naples is the originator of pizza and man was it good! We finally returned to Rome at midnight. Yawn...
Friday, it was back to the Vatican for a visit with their IT staff. We met the priest who runs the Telecommunications department and saw the cute little old nuns who work in the call center in eight languages.
Friday afternoon, I met Scouter!!!!, Jill and Andy.
More to come...
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Welcome to my Holiday Blog
So apparently now I only post on holidays. After today, you can look for the next installment on or around Memorial Day...
Anyway Happy Mothers' Day to all you moms out there... you know, the two of you who still check my blog occasionally?
My Mother's Day started out great. My babies jumped in bed with me for some snuggle time and then they decided I should have breakfast in bed. Scouter was at church so on their own they made me a bagel with cream cheese and three strawberries while I stayed in bed. They even tucked a napkin in my PJs and wiped my mouth for me.
Even better, they told me that my gift is them getting along all day. Sweet!
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Anyway Happy Mothers' Day to all you moms out there... you know, the two of you who still check my blog occasionally?
My Mother's Day started out great. My babies jumped in bed with me for some snuggle time and then they decided I should have breakfast in bed. Scouter was at church so on their own they made me a bagel with cream cheese and three strawberries while I stayed in bed. They even tucked a napkin in my PJs and wiped my mouth for me.
Even better, they told me that my gift is them getting along all day. Sweet!
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Mommy of the Year - Easter Style
We're out of town with my parents for the holiday weekend, and I forgot to bring Easter baskets and appropriate Easter Sunday attire.
At least I brought the candy! We improvised with a big bread basket for both kids' stuff and it seemed to work.
But still, they decided "M" is for Mommy and meanie, "D" is for Daddy and discipline, "P" is for Papa and purposeless, while "G" is for Grandma and good.
At least I'm not PaPa.
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At least I brought the candy! We improvised with a big bread basket for both kids' stuff and it seemed to work.
But still, they decided "M" is for Mommy and meanie, "D" is for Daddy and discipline, "P" is for Papa and purposeless, while "G" is for Grandma and good.
At least I'm not PaPa.
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Friday, April 10, 2009
And today's excuse is...
Today was a gorgeous day! And my office was closed. And the kids were registered in a spring break camp which offered the fifth day free if we bought four. And the kids loved it and they really wanted to go again today.
So... it was meant to be that I could bike! I emailed my posse over a week ago and set it up.
Sadly, though,
(I used that word for you, Jennifer)
my bike was not quite ready to roll. The last time I rode it - if any of you can remember the distant past - my back tire flatted. Twice. The next time I was able to ride, the tire was flat again. I pumped it and it seemed to hold but I didn't trust it. So I rode Scouter's bike and let me tell you, that thing is not meant for girl parts.
All week, I talked about taking my bike to the shop but it never quite happened. I tried to use Scouter's tire on my bike (good idea DB!) but it didn't fit. My tire hadn't flatted again while sitting in the garage so I decided to go for it. And fortunately it held! Although it didn't feel quite right and I had problems with my gears. (Bring on the excuses!)
I rode one loop with the crew for 23.5 miles, and I really enjoyed it. Most of them went out for another loop but I just don't have the skills right now.
Instead, I took my bike directly to Performance. They had time to look at it right away. The guy who helped me said my chain desperately needed to be replaced and that I was lucky it hadn't broken. He also said both tires were bald and needed to be replaced. He picked 17 pieces of glass out of the rear tire!
I'm lucky I didn't have an ugly ride today.
I asked the Performance guy if I'd be faster now. He said most definitely.
So that's my story. And I'm sticking to it!
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So... it was meant to be that I could bike! I emailed my posse over a week ago and set it up.
Sadly, though,
(I used that word for you, Jennifer)
my bike was not quite ready to roll. The last time I rode it - if any of you can remember the distant past - my back tire flatted. Twice. The next time I was able to ride, the tire was flat again. I pumped it and it seemed to hold but I didn't trust it. So I rode Scouter's bike and let me tell you, that thing is not meant for girl parts.
All week, I talked about taking my bike to the shop but it never quite happened. I tried to use Scouter's tire on my bike (good idea DB!) but it didn't fit. My tire hadn't flatted again while sitting in the garage so I decided to go for it. And fortunately it held! Although it didn't feel quite right and I had problems with my gears. (Bring on the excuses!)
I rode one loop with the crew for 23.5 miles, and I really enjoyed it. Most of them went out for another loop but I just don't have the skills right now.
Instead, I took my bike directly to Performance. They had time to look at it right away. The guy who helped me said my chain desperately needed to be replaced and that I was lucky it hadn't broken. He also said both tires were bald and needed to be replaced. He picked 17 pieces of glass out of the rear tire!
I'm lucky I didn't have an ugly ride today.
I asked the Performance guy if I'd be faster now. He said most definitely.
So that's my story. And I'm sticking to it!
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Friday, April 3, 2009
Mommy of the Year
Scouter took the kids to the store tonight and bought them each a new Nintendo game. I'm not really sure what the occasion was; quite possibly he is just tired of being at home alone with them all the time and needed an activity.
Anyway, Rainbow selected a game that is about taking care of babies. When I first got home from school tonight, she was all excited and telling me how cute and fun they were.
A few minutes ago, she looked up at me and said, "This baby has got me down to my last nerve."
I cracked up. She looked at me with a serious expression. "Really, Mom," she said, raising her eyebrows. "She's on thin ice. Real thin ice."
Obviously I've been a stellar influence.
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Anyway, Rainbow selected a game that is about taking care of babies. When I first got home from school tonight, she was all excited and telling me how cute and fun they were.
A few minutes ago, she looked up at me and said, "This baby has got me down to my last nerve."
I cracked up. She looked at me with a serious expression. "Really, Mom," she said, raising her eyebrows. "She's on thin ice. Real thin ice."
Obviously I've been a stellar influence.
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Monday, March 9, 2009
Mommy of the Year
Tonight, as a special treat, Scouter suggested that I go for a run.
Now, it is a really sweet gesture but in all fairness you should know that it is only one he makes when I am being a royal bitch. I'm pretty sure he's been counting down the minutes until daylight savings for... um, let's go with the last three months... hoping that something will make me nice. I was going to say "nice again" but opted for just "nice" for obvious reasons.
So anyway, as I was leaving, the kids met me in the garage all excited to run with me. I reflected briefly on Annnnn's sweet run with her daughter, and then I said no. Absolutely not.
But admittedly I felt a little guilty and I was vacillating in my head. I could easily cave. Just then, Taz looked up at me with his sweet little face and batted his big beautiful eyes and said, "Mommy?"
I felt myself starting to crumble. "Yes, darling?"
"Your really need to run. You're getting faaaaaaatttttttt."
Okay then. Solo run it is.
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Now, it is a really sweet gesture but in all fairness you should know that it is only one he makes when I am being a royal bitch. I'm pretty sure he's been counting down the minutes until daylight savings for... um, let's go with the last three months... hoping that something will make me nice. I was going to say "nice again" but opted for just "nice" for obvious reasons.
So anyway, as I was leaving, the kids met me in the garage all excited to run with me. I reflected briefly on Annnnn's sweet run with her daughter, and then I said no. Absolutely not.
But admittedly I felt a little guilty and I was vacillating in my head. I could easily cave. Just then, Taz looked up at me with his sweet little face and batted his big beautiful eyes and said, "Mommy?"
I felt myself starting to crumble. "Yes, darling?"
"Your really need to run. You're getting faaaaaaatttttttt."
Okay then. Solo run it is.
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Saturday, March 7, 2009
Welcome to New York, it's SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!
So we're in the mountains... skied today (very slushy), hanging out with the family, kids driving me nuts - when I get a call from The Bean! Granted, I knew she was up here for a tennis clinic, but really I don't know any of those women and didn't expect her to call.
I ended up going over to the condo they had rented for a little bit, expecting to have some wine and hang out. Turns out, they had appetizers a very nice full sit down dinner.
During dinner, someone heard a cell phone ringing and even more miraculously managed to shush 12 women to point that out. In the ensuing silence, we all heard the faint strains of Tone Loc "Funky Cold Medena" playing from the next room.
Simultaneously, we all threw our hands in the air and started dancing in our seats.
Then we all started laughing at ourselves... for doing same.
Someone said, "Wow, that was really funny.... we should be a Saturday Night Live scene..."
As well we should.
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I ended up going over to the condo they had rented for a little bit, expecting to have some wine and hang out. Turns out, they had appetizers a very nice full sit down dinner.
During dinner, someone heard a cell phone ringing and even more miraculously managed to shush 12 women to point that out. In the ensuing silence, we all heard the faint strains of Tone Loc "Funky Cold Medena" playing from the next room.
Simultaneously, we all threw our hands in the air and started dancing in our seats.
Then we all started laughing at ourselves... for doing same.
Someone said, "Wow, that was really funny.... we should be a Saturday Night Live scene..."
As well we should.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Down and Out
Yesterday, I just thought my crankiness and exhaustion were escalating as more time goes on.
Then I realized that I actually have an excuse this time - the flu.
I was exposed to two people with it over the weekend and it didn't take long to take me down too. I got a shot in October so I'm not sure whether it wore off or if this is a different strain. Needless to say, it completely sucks.
I hope it's a quick one.
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Then I realized that I actually have an excuse this time - the flu.
I was exposed to two people with it over the weekend and it didn't take long to take me down too. I got a shot in October so I'm not sure whether it wore off or if this is a different strain. Needless to say, it completely sucks.
I hope it's a quick one.
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Monday, March 2, 2009
Mommy of the Year
I'm sick of the fucking snow.
That didn't take long did it?
The morning has consisted of one kids barreling into the house leaving a trail of ice in snow in his/her wake, complaining and/or throwing a temper tantrum about something, demanding food, and then putting on all new clothes before going back outside.
Then the other child will do the same. And then Scouter will come to the door and shout inside for me to get or do something for him.
During one or more of these episodes, the Dutch will make a break for the house and get snow everywhere. Her stomach is essentially one big snowball so she makes quite a mess.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I've cleaned the kitchen floor five times so far.
Melt already, bitch.
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That didn't take long did it?
The morning has consisted of one kids barreling into the house leaving a trail of ice in snow in his/her wake, complaining and/or throwing a temper tantrum about something, demanding food, and then putting on all new clothes before going back outside.
Then the other child will do the same. And then Scouter will come to the door and shout inside for me to get or do something for him.
During one or more of these episodes, the Dutch will make a break for the house and get snow everywhere. Her stomach is essentially one big snowball so she makes quite a mess.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I've cleaned the kitchen floor five times so far.
Melt already, bitch.
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!!!
I cannot tell you how excited I am to have real snow in Richmond! We've had precipitation; we've had cold. But up until now, we have not had them together. Scouter said the last good snow we got was in 2000. We had a few sledable storms when the kids were really little but since then, only a few dustings.
But now!!! We got between 10 and 12 inches, starting yesterday around 1 p.m. and snowing all night long. It's even supposed to stay cold today so we'll have it for awhile. Taz told me going to sleep last night was like Christmas because he was so excited about tomorrow. They put on warm clothes as soon as they got up this morning and it was all we could do to get them to eat breakfast before going out to play.
Literally all of our snow stuff is in the mountains - coats, hats, gloves, snow pants, boots, even the snow shovel... so we are improvising with sweat pants over jeans and raincoats over sweatshirts. Taz is wearing Scouter's old workboots. And they don't care - they're having a blast making trails and trying to sled.
The only one who doesn't like it is the Dutch. The snow is deeper than she is. She ventured forth for about a step and then turned around and peed in the house. Scouter had to dig her a path and I had to coax her out into the yard. Now, Rainbow has her on a leash forcing her to stay out for a bit. It's pretty damn funny.
Here are some more pics from this morning:
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Jack Frost Nipping at my Nose
It's snowing! In Richmond!!! The weatherman is calling for 8-12" by tomorrow morning.
We haven't had a good snowfall in a few years and we are definitely due. We're all going to wear our pajamas inside out and flush ice cubes tonight in hopes of sledding tomorrow instead of going to school/work. Have you ever heard of that? My kids brought those ideas home from school.
So that's my excuse for not running today. Or biking. I had good intentions, I really did, but before I could get sweats on, hail started falling. My backup plan was to do weights but I haven't quite gotten around to that. Yet.
I had school this weekend - only four more to go. Graduation is May 16 and I'm sort of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Although I've never done a marathon (nor do I ever plan to), I have been likening the rest of this program to hitting the 20 mile point in a marathon and having the second half left to go. I have one 12 page term paper, four presentations, and a debate left to do. It is going to be grueling.
Can you tell I have no direction in this post? Yeh.
But at least I'm posting...
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We haven't had a good snowfall in a few years and we are definitely due. We're all going to wear our pajamas inside out and flush ice cubes tonight in hopes of sledding tomorrow instead of going to school/work. Have you ever heard of that? My kids brought those ideas home from school.
So that's my excuse for not running today. Or biking. I had good intentions, I really did, but before I could get sweats on, hail started falling. My backup plan was to do weights but I haven't quite gotten around to that. Yet.
I had school this weekend - only four more to go. Graduation is May 16 and I'm sort of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Although I've never done a marathon (nor do I ever plan to), I have been likening the rest of this program to hitting the 20 mile point in a marathon and having the second half left to go. I have one 12 page term paper, four presentations, and a debate left to do. It is going to be grueling.
Can you tell I have no direction in this post? Yeh.
But at least I'm posting...
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Dear John... uh, I mean Blogger...
Dear Blogger,
I fear it may be time for us to part. I’ve found a new distraction that wastes my time and fills my brain with trivial and useless information. Its name is FaceBook.
FaceBook is fun and new and flashy. It connects me with old friends and new friends, family and co-workers. It lets me put short cryptic messages everywhere and allows me to post pictures of my children in what I think is a more secure way. And Blogger, I can chat on FaceBook. Ah, the possibilities!
But Blogger, I must admit that I miss you. You allow me to ramble on about useless nonsense and you suffer silently through my complete self-absorption. With you, my content is my own instead of belonging to some remote company in perpetuity. You connect me to other triathletes who share my interests and verbosity.
You even allow me to use the word triathlete in reference to myself when we both know there’s no basis in reality any more.
Could there be room for both of you in my life? I’d like to try if you would. Please, Blogger, give me another chance.
Love,
Tri-Di
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I fear it may be time for us to part. I’ve found a new distraction that wastes my time and fills my brain with trivial and useless information. Its name is FaceBook.
FaceBook is fun and new and flashy. It connects me with old friends and new friends, family and co-workers. It lets me put short cryptic messages everywhere and allows me to post pictures of my children in what I think is a more secure way. And Blogger, I can chat on FaceBook. Ah, the possibilities!
But Blogger, I must admit that I miss you. You allow me to ramble on about useless nonsense and you suffer silently through my complete self-absorption. With you, my content is my own instead of belonging to some remote company in perpetuity. You connect me to other triathletes who share my interests and verbosity.
You even allow me to use the word triathlete in reference to myself when we both know there’s no basis in reality any more.
Could there be room for both of you in my life? I’d like to try if you would. Please, Blogger, give me another chance.
Love,
Tri-Di
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Virginia is for Lovers
For those of you who are participating in the 14k and 1.4 mile race at Virginia Beach this weekend like Annnn, I want to offer my heartfelt appreciation.
I just found out that the event is in honor of Team Kainer.
John Kainer and my brother-in-law have been close friends since they were kids. John recently died after a long and valiant struggle with brain cancer. His story is amazing.
I wish I had known - that would be an event worth skipping school for.
Next year.
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I just found out that the event is in honor of Team Kainer.
John Kainer and my brother-in-law have been close friends since they were kids. John recently died after a long and valiant struggle with brain cancer. His story is amazing.
I wish I had known - that would be an event worth skipping school for.
Next year.
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
Catching Up (again...)
OMG I can't believe how long it's been since I posted... Jennifer, are you still there? Jodi? Anyone???
The last month has been very stressful and while I've thought about my poor semi-abandoned blog, I really haven't had much to say that would be worth hearing. Just ask anyone who has seen me during this time! Things are getting better as at least my stark fear of losing my job is alleviated for the immediate future. School is busy but interesting. I'm in the last semester and really enjoy the topics this time around - emerging technology, digital economy, large scale implementations. Sounds scintillating to all of you, right? Right?!?!?!? Okay I never said I'm not a geek.
Adding to my pathetic mental state is the fact that I can't figure out when to exercise anymore. It's been bad since Sept and worsened after I wrecked my bike and got out of the habit of getting up early to lift weights during the recovery. Now it's so dark in the morning - I haven't even attempted to haul my fat ass out of bed.
I'm the least fit that I've been in the last 10 years right now, including the times I was pregnant. It's very discouraging.
Today though, I had the opportunity to run in absolutely gorgeous weather. We're in the mountains this weekend, so I knew I had a tough route ahead of me exacerbated by the fact that I haven't run in two weeks. But I did it!
My route up here starts with a lovely 3/4 mile uphill. As I pant like a locomotive, I remind myself of Richard's long ago advice that the first mile is always the hardest. Now he's run marathons and I really don't believe him at that distance, but it works for me.
The next 3/4 mile is rolling hills and ends with a short, steep uphill. During this stretch, I am tempted to make this an out-and-back three mile run. Then I remind myself of Marrrrgo's first run after a break which was five miles and fast. So I turn left to hit the hell loop instead.
This stretch of 1 1/2 miles starts with a downhill so steep that it scares me, then levels off for a few seconds before some steep rolling hills and a loooonnnng gradual and sometimes steep uphill. This is where I wish I hadn't decided to run at all or at least had the sense to turn around earlier. I think about all my girls training for IronMan and poor Deanna who would love to run but can't because of injury. I turn up my music. Today, I had Rainbow's iPod because I forgot to bring mine so I jammed to a lovely selection of Hannah Montana and Corbin Bleu. Which I actually really like. As well as some of my non-R rated songs that she likes too.
As I hit the big hill at the end of this section, my mental talk is working overtime. I can do it, I tell myself. I'm not breathing any harder than I was on the first section, if not less. Run to the next street sign and then evaluate the hill. As my mind is telling me to move forward, my feet inexplicably slow to a walk. My mind quickly acquiesces. So I walk for a few minutes before restarting my slow uphill shuffle. I berate myself for being a total lame ass.
I hit the stop sign and force myself to go left to make up for the walking, and then I turn around to hit the last 3/4 mile stretch on the downhill side to head back home. I notice flat sections and even slight uphills that didn't exist when I was running the other way.
One of my favorite songs comes on Rainbow's iPod ("I don't feel like dancing" by the Scissor Sisters) and I try to crank the tunes up more. I finally realize that it isn't getting any louder because I have limited the volume on her iPod. I'm disappointed but I also give myself a rare parental pat on the back for keeping my baby girl's eardrums intact for a little while longer.
At some point on this stretch, I feel like a runner. I see my house and am vaguely disappointed that my run is over. I realize that's what a downhill finish will do for me. And I suppose that's why I will do it again.
In two weeks. Maybe.
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The last month has been very stressful and while I've thought about my poor semi-abandoned blog, I really haven't had much to say that would be worth hearing. Just ask anyone who has seen me during this time! Things are getting better as at least my stark fear of losing my job is alleviated for the immediate future. School is busy but interesting. I'm in the last semester and really enjoy the topics this time around - emerging technology, digital economy, large scale implementations. Sounds scintillating to all of you, right? Right?!?!?!? Okay I never said I'm not a geek.
Adding to my pathetic mental state is the fact that I can't figure out when to exercise anymore. It's been bad since Sept and worsened after I wrecked my bike and got out of the habit of getting up early to lift weights during the recovery. Now it's so dark in the morning - I haven't even attempted to haul my fat ass out of bed.
I'm the least fit that I've been in the last 10 years right now, including the times I was pregnant. It's very discouraging.
Today though, I had the opportunity to run in absolutely gorgeous weather. We're in the mountains this weekend, so I knew I had a tough route ahead of me exacerbated by the fact that I haven't run in two weeks. But I did it!
My route up here starts with a lovely 3/4 mile uphill. As I pant like a locomotive, I remind myself of Richard's long ago advice that the first mile is always the hardest. Now he's run marathons and I really don't believe him at that distance, but it works for me.
The next 3/4 mile is rolling hills and ends with a short, steep uphill. During this stretch, I am tempted to make this an out-and-back three mile run. Then I remind myself of Marrrrgo's first run after a break which was five miles and fast. So I turn left to hit the hell loop instead.
This stretch of 1 1/2 miles starts with a downhill so steep that it scares me, then levels off for a few seconds before some steep rolling hills and a loooonnnng gradual and sometimes steep uphill. This is where I wish I hadn't decided to run at all or at least had the sense to turn around earlier. I think about all my girls training for IronMan and poor Deanna who would love to run but can't because of injury. I turn up my music. Today, I had Rainbow's iPod because I forgot to bring mine so I jammed to a lovely selection of Hannah Montana and Corbin Bleu. Which I actually really like. As well as some of my non-R rated songs that she likes too.
As I hit the big hill at the end of this section, my mental talk is working overtime. I can do it, I tell myself. I'm not breathing any harder than I was on the first section, if not less. Run to the next street sign and then evaluate the hill. As my mind is telling me to move forward, my feet inexplicably slow to a walk. My mind quickly acquiesces. So I walk for a few minutes before restarting my slow uphill shuffle. I berate myself for being a total lame ass.
I hit the stop sign and force myself to go left to make up for the walking, and then I turn around to hit the last 3/4 mile stretch on the downhill side to head back home. I notice flat sections and even slight uphills that didn't exist when I was running the other way.
One of my favorite songs comes on Rainbow's iPod ("I don't feel like dancing" by the Scissor Sisters) and I try to crank the tunes up more. I finally realize that it isn't getting any louder because I have limited the volume on her iPod. I'm disappointed but I also give myself a rare parental pat on the back for keeping my baby girl's eardrums intact for a little while longer.
At some point on this stretch, I feel like a runner. I see my house and am vaguely disappointed that my run is over. I realize that's what a downhill finish will do for me. And I suppose that's why I will do it again.
In two weeks. Maybe.
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