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October 2nd was Kalley’s one year birthday. I celebrated by remembering a few days later and saying, “Holy cow! She’s one!!” I knew when I got her that I don’t like puppies. Sure, they’re cute. Like babies. I just don’t want them. Honestly it’s a great milestone for me. We’re past some of the worst puppy behavior that drives me nuts. I think I’ve done a good job with her. She’s got a great personality and I’ve done a decent job training her. Still, although it’s all pretty good, I expected, well…… MORE….. I thought she’d be leash and heel trained – so engrossed in our runs together that she would be oblivious to everything except our symbiotic relationship. Not so. Sure, after a mile-ish of pulling and dragging she gets into a rhythm. I continuously praise her when she does well, remind her when she’s not. I have the training tools and knowledge. But not enough. On our runs together, all I think about is how blissful it would be to bring her to a trainer that wrapped up the last of her training the right way. Wave a magic wand and give her back to me perfect. As of now, that’s not a priority so I’m plugging along. One thing that’s exciting is when I have running shoes on and my Garmin she does this.
When the Garmin gets turned on and she hears the beep, she goes crazy. SO excited!!! Then the work starts for me. It’s most definitely some of the most exhausting training I do. Worth it? Yes, I think it will be. Pain in my butt?? Most definitely!
I only had 4 of my kids this past weekend. I know, I know…. Empty nest!!! I had a lot of work and training scheduled for the weekend since I wasn’t expecting these 4 kiddos. I told them that and the interesting thing?? They were just totally cool with it. The weather wasn’t great, I didn’t have a second vehicle for Olivia to drive so they got a wild hair and read the Monopoly directions. Read them. I got a text from Ashlea saying that they’ve been playing wrong their entire lives!!!!! It was, quite literally, game on at that point. I have to say I was incredibly impressed with their ability to negotiate, balance their money and make decisions. Without fighting. At all. They did also decide that being broke was not a good option….. No kidding!
The first 13 years of my life I grew up in Rhode Island. Lots of time on the streets, not in the best of situations. A city girl with too much makeup, jeans that were too tight, beginning a life that was potentially too fast. The summer before my Freshman year in high school, my mother moved us to Vermont. We moved a lot growing up. A lot. 3 schools in 6th grade a lot. This time we moved in with my Great Grandmother who, at the time, I loved for the rare, happy childhood memories I had considering the too few occasions we saw each other. But VERMONT??? With my GREAT GRANDMOTHER?? Serious culture shock. Cow tipping, bon fires, kegs of beer, less makeup, a slower pace, catching my Grammy swearing. I never felt like I fit in although I didn’t feel that way back in the city either. I did, however, learn to slow down. To love Mom & Pop stores, to envy my classmates close ties and memories of growing up together. To like a more laid back approach.
This created a split in my personality – an amalgam of the blending of cultures. Still, at 42, I’d like to work on the farm – milking cows, riding the draft horses out to the loggers, helping with all the births, wearing hip boots and flannel. As the sun sets, though I’m ready for Prada and Chanel and a night out at the symphony or opera. I’m always torn between living in the bustle of the city or the ease of the country. I want the shopping and the night life, the amenities and culture but when I drive home I’d like it to be on several acres of tree lined dirt roads. Since I can’t seem to have it all (yet), I get out of dodge when I can. Driving to greener pastures soothes the soul and I feel the tension easing out of my body.
Thankfully I have friends who invite me to come and stay. When I’m there I’m tempted every time to move, but as long as I can visit it will be enough. Greenville, you have my heart. And always, I will miss my Grammy and be thankful for the time I got to spend with her. Slowing down is just another reminder.
No matter your goals with exercise – shedding pounds, tightening up, getting off medication, looking better in a bikini, (unless you’re a dude. Please say no to the bikini. Thank you). It feels good when you look good. Like my bra and panty opinion. No one has to know what you have on (if anything) underneath your clothes. It’s about it making YOU feel pretty. Exercise is a sweaty, snot rocketing, spitting, often sticky mess. It may make us feel good to have done it, to complete a race or a training workout, but it’s not the sexiest thing to accomplish. With weather getting colder – if you’re in the Reno area, it went from 90* to 30* pretty much overnight – your clothing needs change. For me – being vain and shallow – I want to LOOK as good as exercise makes me FEEL. Here’s a little demo of how to accomplish this.
The foundation is the most important. As is the shot of your armpit. For this day I could get away with capris – I knew my legs wouldn’t be super cold and I’d warm up. Always – ladies….. – a good, supportive sports bra. Please. Even though no one may see it, it’s important to have it.
This is the layer that you’ll most likely finish the race in. I generally assume I’ll warm up and the temps will go up so my top layer will come off at some point. It should say something about you. Like my shirt obviously does in this example. Yes, I run things…… Another good thing about this short sleeved layer is that my armpit doesn’t show in the selfies.
Depending on starting temperatures, this is the layer you’ll have on to get you going. I like my glove color to pop, but also it depends on how cold the temps are. I have big gloves that I put hand warmers in when the temps drop down. The hat is also dependent on how cold it is. This is one of my favorite hats. It’s a middle weight so it’s the one I wear most in winter and it just screams “I’m a running gangster so don’t even try to mess with me. I’ll kick your butt!”
Remember. Layer. Give yourself room to start chilly, warm up and peel off layers. Figure out ahead of time where you’ll put things if you peel them off. Gloves, hats, earwarmers, etc… need to go somewhere when you don’t need to wear them. Pockets or eliciting the help of other peoples cars, bike baskets, etc… is something to take into consideration. Colder temperatures make running challenging but if you layer things right, you’ll still look good doing it.
Some things in life just make you smile.
Track season is coming to a close. It’s been a pretty fantastic first season for me. I hadn’t been on a track since Jr High School which was pretty much in the dark ages…. No comment. I learned a lot about pushing myself in a new way, of the mental games that nearly consume us when we run. 5K on a track?? Seriously?? Oh, 16 laps instead? Where do I sign up!!! I learned what the distances mean – sort of….. 200’s, 400’s….. Track has challenged me in a way I had never been challenged before.
For the second to last practice we did a timed mile. That was our first track practice as well. I don’t know what I ran at the beginning of the season, but at the end I wanted to run a 7 minute mile or sub-7. I ran a 7:23 which I suppose will do. I always wonder if I could have pushed harder, done more, but I do know that while I’m running I feel like I’m giving it all I’ve got.
The track friends I’ve made this season are people I hope to never lose touch with. Sublime men and women whom I admire and respect. Here’s to the end of an era.
I think I know why my computer hasn’t been charging….
I knew it wasn’t a happy charger when I taped it up. When it stopped working altogether, I untaped it, got zapped (because OF COURSE I didn’t unplug it first!!) and retired it. I’ve been trying to find a new one. Ordered off eBay, bought two universal chargers. Nothing fit. I tried most of my kids chargers except Olivia’s….. Hers fits – it’s not quite the same fit but it charges. Until I can find the exact one, I’m plugged in!!! Most of the time.
That’s the phrase I teach my dogs when I want them to go lie down. “Find your spot”. I enjoy refinishing furniture and the kids help me out. I like having areas in my house where you can find your spot. A place where you’re involved in what’s going on, yet separate. A cuddle up and read a book spot. Aside from the living room and bedrooms, there are a few areas of the house where we can grab a soft blanket, a book, a cup of tea and find our spot.
I don’t know who this dude is, but he’s on MY team!!!