Posted by lyndariv in Uncategorized on July 27, 2015
Hello my little lilies….
Yeah, it’s been yet another gap in service but at least it wasn’t like two years this time….so like here’s the deal, I’ve been through a lot of shit in the past two years so cut a sistah some slack. Actually, since the last time I wrote on this blog, I got divorced, lost the love of my life, filed for an annulment for my first marriage (which has been pending since 1998) and moved out to the f’n suburbs. So yeah, haven’t had a ton of time to run..but I find myself committed once again to run a race that I’m not really ready to run but this time I think I’m gonna try to actually train properly sooooooo to that end, I started my training for the Army 10 Miler. Like I got into the lottery back in May and promised myself that today I’d start like really training…and check it..i did! Got up at 6:30 on a Sunday morning…did some meditation, yoga, took the dog out for a walk and then headed out for my first training run. It was waaaaay ugly physically..you know cuz I’ve been drinking and smoking like it was my job for the past two years…BUT, man…it was so beautiful outside. One of the only nice things about living in the suburbs is they have these like planned urban development that have like lakes and trails and shit…and as much as I want to hate everything about the burbs…I have to say, having trails and lakes to run around is pretty okay …and what makes it even cooler is seeing shit like this.
Like seeing shit like this helps me put thing into perspective…I mean like…I’ve got to get out of my head and stop only seeing and feeling the shitty things in life and focus on what is still beautiful and pure…I mean look at this dude…he’s just straight up chill’n. Like he’s fully awakened and trying to tell me to take it down a notch and just chill the F out. So yeah…gonna try to take a lesson from my friend the crane here and stop with the negative waves.
In the end…I got it done…three miles..not even gonna tell you how bad my time was…but it’s a beginning and I’m just happy I got out there and did it. Here’s me with my happy face…
Hopefully, you’ll be hearing a ton more from me….at least between now and October….by the way, I’m toying with the idea of doing the Woodrow Wilson ½ marathon the weekend right before the Army 10 Miler so I’m gonna have to really kick it into gear. We shall see…
Until next time…keep on keep’n on.
It’s been two years since I’ve posted anything new on this blog…I wish I could say I had some really good reason for the hiatus but…sadly, there isn’t…I mean there isn’t any good reason other than the fact that I let the minutia of life take the wheel…and shit..we all know the outcomes of letting that happen…marriages fail, careers end, friends part…..and we end up looking back saying, “well, how did I get here?” (Sorry for the cheesy reference David).
Well my little skittles, it’s time the hiatus ended and I got back to business…shit man, this whole running thing really has been such a perfect metaphor for my life. I start, I stop and then start again, but never really ever give up. I just keep coming back…and trying again.
Several weeks ago I attempted to get back in the swing of things by rejoining my old running group and buying some fancy new shoes. By the way…you know you’ve been away from running a long time when go to buy new shoes and the guy in the running store asks, “what are you running in now?” and you respond by saying, “Nike Structure” and he looks at you in a way that you know he recognizes your own embarrassment because that shoes has been discontinued for about two years. But I digress….
With the shitty weather we had in DC this winter and going in and out of being sick, I found it hard to get back in a groove…but, this past Sunday I started with a new mindset and a new motivation. That motivation came from someone I care very deeply for and who, though a series of his own realizations, helped me remember all the things I wanted to be and to do but seemed to lose sight of. The new mindset came from a realization I had…I know, I know…I’ve had all kinds of realizations and epiphanies yada yada yada yada…but here’s the thing, man….like, I think this one is legit…like, I realized that typically…the way I operate in life is that I kinda just skate by…doing the bare minimum, convincing myself that I’m doing my best…but every now and then, someone comes along..someone with balls down to their knees and calls me out, saying to me..”no man, you’re not fU*&ing trying hard enough.” When that happens, at first I get super pissed (as you can imagine)…but then I become super motivated, cuz I hate getting called out for shit that I know, deep in my heart, I’m guilty of doing but have convinced myself that it’s okay. Whelp, it’s not okay…and I’m getting my ass back in gear.
Sunday started off with a quick little run just to get me moving again. It was the first beautiful morning we’ve had in months…it was about 40 degrees and sunny and the snow and ice were just starting to fade under a most welcomed early spring sun. I did about 2.5 miles and I felt awesome…I was so happy to be back. But last night, oh man, last night was my first real test. I left work at 5 PM and did not get out of the city (less than 2 miles) until almost 7 PM. I missed running with my group and to add to the mix, it was pouring rain, but I had my workout written on my hand ( 4 x 1000 meters with 100 meter recoveries and then 5 x 200 meters with 100 meter recoveries) and I was determined to get it done. I went to Ben Brennan Park..cuz like I’ve run that park so many times I have every meter marked in my head…and started my run. It was pouring down rain and super foggy…like, it reminded me of a scene in some horror movie with the warmth of the rain causing fog to rise up off the still frozen pond but it was perfect!!! I felt so good to be out there…to be running again and taking care of me. Whoot! Can hardly wait for Thursday.
So, with that my little chickadees…farewell until next time!
I just looked at the date of my last post and I realized it’s been a while since I’ve added a new post. After all that hoopla about a new beginnings yada yada yada….i dropped the ball; but, not really. Since the New Year, I have made some positive steps toward changing things in my life…regaining some of who I used to be and trying so hard to get back to running (consistently). I think, in the New Year, I was intending it all to go a little faster…you know all the garbage about getting back to doing the things I love…but I guess evolution takes time.
So what has inspired me lately??? I guess it’s been a series of things but honestly, one of the biggest and most positive changes I have made was running without music. I know, right??? Sounds nuts…like how could something so innocuous have such a huge impact right?? Especially for me…someone who can’t function in a car without having the radio blaring…
Funny side note story…I was driving to work the other day and it was such a beautiful day, I had the sun roof open and I was BLARING my radio. I was listing to all my gansta rap (cuz you know I’m such an OG), and as I pulled into the parking garage, found my spot and started to back into the spot, I looked up and saw the parking attendant dancing to my song but motioning to me to turn my f’n radio down. Hilarious! At least I thought it was….
But anyway back to my no music while running thing…it turns out, that listening to music kept me for the main reason why I run in the first place. Running, for me, is the one time when I really get to focus on things I’m dealing with and sort through them to make sense of it all. When I started listen to music and tracking my times and mileage, I started to get away from the therapeutic reason for running and was focusing too much on my type A tendency to be a competitive ahole. The minute I turned off the music, I started to regain my perspective on what next…I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and though I don’t have a complete picture on what’s next 5, 10, 15 years down the road…I do know what’s next for now…
On that note, I had a FANTASIC run yesterday. The day could not have been more perfect. Washington spring mornings can only be compared to Washington fall mornings. Check out some of the pics….
Happy New Year my little petunias!
It’s time to welcome in the New Year, set new goals, make new resolutions, and wipe the slate clean. I’m actually pretty stoked about the New Year. 2012 was shitty…there’s no sugar coat’n that one. I fell so far behind in my training because of work and stuff with the baby bears 1 – 4; you know the usual, daughter getting married, daughter off to college and turning a milestone age. Also, 2012 sucked colossally because it seemed like everyone around me was either getting really sick (like cancer) or died. I felt like I spent the entire year walking through a minefield trying to console those around me while at the same time trying to take cover. I felt I had a successful year just getting by treading water.
But, 2012 is done…it’s in the books and I have nothing to do with any longer.
On to 2013 and so far so good!!!! Since December 27, I have run 6 times, burned well over 3,000 calories, and coved just over 20 miles. I haven’t had a drink since New Year’s (and only had 2 glasses of wine then), and I have lost 2 lbs since New Year’s DAY! I am on frigg’n FIRE! *sniff sniff* what’s that smell? Well, that would be the smoke you’re smell’n from me being so frigg’n on FIRE!!!
I so love New Year’s. I know there are many of you out there that just view it as another day but I honestly believe it’s so much more than that. I think it’s a day that allows us to restart. It’s a do over that happens once and year enabling us to wipe the slate clean…and if we really want to..it’s a good time to reinvent ourselves. I kinda cringe when I use the word “reinvent” cuz it conjures up some goofy image of 1970’s hippies trying to “reinvent” the middle class. Ugh! Whatever.
No, my idea to reinvent is more a product of me wanting to recapture some of the things from who I once was and not really changing who I am…I guess I want to change who I have become… slightly. Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of who I have become at a base level…I’m stronger, more confident, and much more mature than I was but somewhere along the way of divorce and children and trying to develop a career, I kinda forgot the person I was…
Well, thanks to the “2013 Do Over”, I am going to remember! I spent the past several days really thinking about what it means to be me..what are the things that make me happy and what are the things that I’ve picked up and that have stuck with and that have help shape who I am. Initially, there was an exhaustive list of things that I indexed in my musing but the list all could be summed up to 5 things and here they are in no particular order:
Being creative whether it be baking, decorating, planning a party, or even writing this blog
I could go on for DAYS about the first two things on that list, but I’ll spare you, for now.
If you’re still with me at this point, I’m SURE you’re asking yourself…”what the f does this have to do with running?” Well, maybe it doesn’t. I think I just wanted to share my enthusiasm for the positive changes I’m trying to make. And, I’m gonna start trying to figure out a way that I can fold those 5 things into this blog..so there’s the tie back.
Welp…it’s time for me to close down and go get my running clogies on and sneak in a run before BB4’s Christmas Pageant (you know..for the feast of The Epiphany). GAWD I love the New Year!!!
Till next time rose buds…keep on keep’n on.
I went for a Sunday afternoon run with Baby Bear 3 (BB3) yesterday. I was all kinds of stoked when she agreed to run with me; she never used to be into running so it was nice to have her join me and it was equally nice to have a running partner that’s older than 9. Don’t bet me wrong…I love running with BB4 but it’s a complete different experience when you’re stopping and going every five minutes and you’re listening to the trials and tribulations of life on the playground in 3rd grade. As I have mentioned in previous postings, I was not a fan of elementary school myself. I get hives just thinking about it and when I have to relive the childhood social anxiety through the eyes of one of my bears…well, sometimes it’s more than I can deal with while I’m trying to get a run in.
But anyway, BB3 and I headed out onto the Mount Vernon Trail and the plan was to run into the city from Gravely Point, go around the Tidal basin and head back. In the planning phase of this run, errythign was perfect but the execution was a little off.
Just to give you some background, BB3 is pretty new to tail running. So that, added to the fact that she’s very rarely aware of her surrounding and is pretty clueless when it comes to any kind of etiquette (such as, you don’t run so far ahead of your running partner that you lose communications with them) makes for the perfect setting for some sort of “issue” on a trail.
Without any further explanation, at about mile 1 of the 4 mile run, BB3 is running past the turn off on the trail where I wanted to go. She was about 100 meters ahead of me beebop’n to her ipod, in her own little world when for some reason, she decided to turn around to see where I was. I motioned to her to stop running but just as I did, I saw a biker coming up from behind her and tried to motion to her to get off the trail. Well, I’m sure you figured out already, she didn’t step off the trail but instead stepped into the middle of it and at this point the biker (who was going too fast) had to come to a complete stop to keep from hitting her.
Okay, time for another aside. Yes, BB3 was in the wrong. She was being clueless and not paying attention to her surroundings but everything other than that was on the DB biker and what led to a MAJOR altercation on the path from that point forward. It is no secret that I HATE bikers. I could spend hours going on about how much I hate them…in fact, I think I have in one of my previous postings so I will keep it short here, BUT the bottom-line is they take waaaaay too many chances, go too fast around pedestrians, act like every time they are out riding they are competing in the Tour de France and they take themselves way too seriously and I’m not sure how they could considering how ridiculous they look in their full regalia. UGH!
“Why don’t you take those F’n earphones out and pay f’n attention.”
Well, you’ve heard of that expression, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?” Not that I’m proud of it in any way but BB3 has about as much patience and understanding for DBs as I do so she started in on this guy and by the time I got to the two of them they were in face to face verbal combat and being the ma’ma bear that I am, I immediately engaged in the combat myself. Things got really ugly…words that should never be said out loud were exchanged with vigor but eventually the DB got back on his bike and rode away leaving me and BB3 with all this anger to get rid of…and feeling kind of foolish.
Looking back on the whole thing, I’m feeling a little foolish for letting that tool get to me as much as he did, but the thing that is really resonating with me and what has put such a bee in my bonnet is how this person felt that not only did he have the right to talk the way that he did to my daughter, he felt justified in the way he carried on. It was like I was in 3rd grade on that playground all over again. All the rules and social order of adulthood were thrown out! “This is not nam there are rules.” I just don’t understand why people have to take themselves so seriously..and why when doing something fun and healthy do they have to make it such a competition?
Oh well, I can only control my own actions and in 2013 I’m going to work on not letting assholes get to me…especially when I’m running. And I am personally going to make it a goal to keep the peace on the tails and make sure everyone I run with understands the unspoken rules of trail etiquette. Cuz you know “this injustice will not stand, man.”
The rest of the run was fun..and got some cool pics of the monuments around the basin.
Till next time my little petit fours…keep on keep’n on!
“Do one thing today to make you feel proud of yourself.”
I actually found that on a website after doing a Google search on motivation. I know, I’m totally lame and dorky but dudes, I am in a major slump and I’m trying like hell to find a way out of it. I thought I might get some inspiration from the interweb but to no avail.
I did manage to get out and run with the group last night. It was cold and windy but I did it. I was a little pissed when I showed up and my coach immediately says “What are YOU doing here?” RUDE!
We did 1000 meter repeats last night…they were pretty tough cuz we had to sprint the last 200. I was huff’n and puff’n like the fat out-of -shape old lady that I am. BUT, on the bright side, I discovered this app called RunKeeper. Greatest thing since the discovery of Penicillin!!! Dudes, this app uses GPS to track your running route and keeps a running history that you can upload into the site so you can track your progress over time! It gives you all the pertinent information about your run and if you’ve reached a personal best it sends you a little congratulatory email. How awesome is that????? And, as if that wasn’t awesome enough, you can download training programs for all kinds of races and the program automatically creates a training calendar for you telling you how far and how fast you have to run each and every day!!! AND! The best part is…it’s FREE! You gotta check it out http://www.runkeeper.com
So I guess my one thing done is running when I didn’t want to and the added bonus was my email from RunKeeper telling me how BOSS I am. Whoot!
Till next time my little Chiclets, keep on keep’n on.
Okay..yeah; so I’ve dropped the ball on this blog thing again. It wasn’t even on my radar until I got two new followers. Whoot, that seemed to be incentive enough to get me writing again. The thing is, well actually, the things are…one, I HAVE been running so, I haven’t completely dropped the ball but two, I got to thinking about this blog and I started to realize that my commitment to writing has a direct correlation with my commitment to running. I know, right? What a miraculous discovery. I’m a gawddamed genius..but seriously, like why is that? Maybe I’m in my head too much but like why can’t I be one of those militant runners who puts their whole heart and soul into running? Or, at least why can’t I just show up more than once a week? I just don’t get it. It’s like I can never be “all in” with anything I do. Yeah, yeah..I’ve got a crazy ass schedule…got a lot of commitments and responsibilities, but so do most people and they seem to be able to stick to it. And by “it,” I mean anything that requires some sort of commitment or dedication.
My coach always gives me an earful when I’ve fallen off the wagon and his rant always ends in…”you know running is all about what you put into it.” YES, I know! I know, I know I know. I also know that eating a bag of potato chips chased by 6 Bass Ales is going to make me fat, but I still do it. UGH! I’m my own worst enemy. Like, as I think about this, I keep thinking about this kid I know (no names to protect the lazy) who once said in response to being asked “why don’t you just do your homework?” And, he said, “cuz if I just don’t do it and get a bad grade, I can blame my bad grade on not doing it..but if I do it and still get a bad grade..then maybe the reason for the bad grade is because I’m stupid. “ Hmmmmm, something to think about.
Since my last blog entry, I got wicked sick. I couldn’t run any of the longer races that I was signed up for but I did run two 5ks. I got TERRIBLE times…I think the worst in my whole 25 years of running. So, my fear of being “stupid” has been realized. Good news now, there’s only one way to go from here. I’m in the lottery for the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler and I’m toying with the idea of running the DC Marathon with a friend of mine who just moved back to the area. The nice thing about reaching rock bottom is the fear of reaching rock bottom is no longer there. My new motto is to be more like the “Dude” not only with running but with my life in general. If you don’t get the “Dude” reference…it’s alluding to the movie, The Big Lebowski. Check it out! Well worth the watch.
Till next time my nuggets…keep on keep’n on.