Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Time for a new career?

You know you have an off the wall career when weird things happen and you're not even phased. . .

Sometimes I ride the bus to work (sorta to work).  It's 100 miles a day when I drive my own car, so for the last few months I've started riding the bus 2 or 3 times a week.  A coworker picks me up at the bus station and takes me to my office and then drives me back in the evening after work.  It saves miles and wear and tear on my car, and I get to know my coworkers a little better.  It doesn't take any longer to ride the bus than it does to drive, so it works out good.  It's only a little inconvenient in the evening when I have to wait 20-30 min at the bus stop. 

Anyway, this morning I was walking up to my coworkers car and a guy was standing right at her passenger door trying to stare into her tinted windows. She rolled down the window and said something and he left.  I got in.  I didn't hear what was going on, but I asked her what he said, she said he was saying "how much? how much?"  She told him to leave.

We laughed about it.  Then I thought about it, it didn't phase either one of us.  This guy was asking my coworker for drugs, and we just laughed at it.  I don't know how people in different professions react to that type of thing.  That's not the strangest/weirdest thing to happen to me. 

Anyway, not much else going on here this week.  We had a chill weekend.  No Seahawks to root for.  =( But still kept an eye on the football games.
I ran hills on Saturday again, I was thinking I'd add one hill repeat to make it 11, but I pushed myself hard for the 10 I normally do and I didn't have it in me to do one more.  Well, I probably did.  I probably slacked off, but I was really dead. My legs are still sore.  I also ran 6 miles on Sunday.  I am thinking I'm going to increase my miles again, but I'm thinking I'll start with adding a mile to my mid-week runs and then start increasing my long runs again.  Once upon a time I was doing 5 miles 4 days a week with a long run on Sunday.  I don't know if I'll go back to that, but I would like to do more.  I like (but really hate) the hills on Saturday, so I'll keep that.  I'd like to get faster.  Once upon a time I was doing 8 min/miles for 5 miles.  I can't right now, but maybe someday. 

I've pretty much decided I'm going to do another marathon.  Just which one is the question.  Probably another fall one, there's one in September (I think) in my home area, or I could do the Tri-Cities one again.  I really did like that one, it was beautiful.  Both that I'm contemplating are flat.  Who knows, maybe I'll do both.  ; )
From a walk we did on Sunday.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016


I've been running for almost 4 years now.  I've been attacked by dogs, bees, and neighbors.  I don't think I've ever fallen, other than when I was "attacked" by bees, until last night. 

After work I went for a run, I've been thinking I should increase my mileage again.  I gained some weight over Christmas/New Year's and I'm really unhappy with it.  My fabulous size six pants aren't fitting very well anymore and my Mom wants to take my sister and I shopping soon (she always takes us for our birthdays and Christmas in February).  I lost some weight marathon training and was doing really good at staying at that low number until Christmas. Now I can't seem to stay away from the chocolate. Anyway, I thought maybe if I increase my miles I'll get back down to that magical number of 140 and my pants will fit again.  So instead of 3 miles last night, I decided to do 4.  It's a route I've done for years, it's almost routine, I don't have to think about it . . . but I don't think I've ever done it in the dark.

I was feeling good, about a mile away from home, and suddenly the sidewalk came up to bite me in the hand, elbow, hip, and knee.  I wear a headlamp when I run in the dark and I usually try to pay attention to the sidewalk, but last night was rainy, and a little chilly.  That combined with the dark made the headlamp not as useful.  The light shines on the raindrops and my breath when I breathe out, that combined with it being an extremely familiar route and not being very diligent, I just didn't see the small crack sticking up in the sidewalk. 

After I fell, I laid on the ground for a little bit assessing what hurt.  Knee, hip, hand all felt scraped and bruised, but nothing broken or sprained.  I thought about how to get home, but I was a mile away, on my way back, so I got up, looked at my hand, which was bleeding, and finished my run.  While running home my elbow was bothering me, when I got home it continued to bother me.  It felt like I hit my funny bone but it wasn't going away.  I had no scrape or noticeable bruise on it.  I was a little worried about it, but it was fine this morning.  My knee hurts the most, my hand is starting to bother me, and my hip is definitely bruised. 


I was reading one of my posts from this last summer and it brought up something I've been thinking about lately. 

I was an extremely active kid, I played basketball (loved it), tennis, volleyball and was a cheerleader in high school.  I would have run track, but my school was so small we didn't have a track team.  Anyway, as soon as I graduated and went to college I quit doing everything active.  I gained the "freshman 5" which was actually 20.  And then I had a kid and gained some more.  I lost a lot of weight in my 20's because of ephedrine, but that was taken off the market and I gained weight back.  I read once that kids that are in school sports don't usually continue to stay active once they leave school.  But kids that are active outside of school sports tend to carry that into their adult years.  I know that was exactly the case for me. 

Anyway, Damian is extremely active, in school sports, but not so much outside of them.  When he is not in a sport he tends to get lazy, lazy as in doesn't do a lot of physical activity.  I guess I don't want him to gain weight, or at least not as much as myself or his dad has . . . or more, as he gets older.  So I bring it up, how it's good to be active outside of organized sports, how it's important to watch how much you eat, what serving sizes really are, and so on.  When he got his job at Carl's Jr, a fast food restaurant, I mentioned that he was going to gain weight.  He's not playing any sports right now, and he's a teenager and will eat the food he's around.  Well, now I'm worried I'm creating an eating disorder in him.  This sounds so bad.  I'm ashamed that I've said anything to him about his weight.  He is a healthy kid, active and doesn't eat a lot of junk, although he drinks a lot of soda (which is horrible on his teeth). 

I've noticed that when he works in the evening he comes home and says he's not hungry, but he swears he didn't eat at work.  So I guess I'm worried that he's going to become anorexic or something.  I just want him to be healthy, and fast food is so fattening.  I'm just winging this parenting thing as I go along, and he has such a horrible influence (food-wise) in his dad, well, I wasn't very good when he was younger either.

Maybe I need to have another talk with him.  I tell him all the time that he is not fat, not even a little.  But, I know that my comments about him gaining weight have affected him (by the way, he has not gained weight, at least not any that is not attributed to growing up).  He's not fat, he's not overweight, he's not even a little chubby.  He does have a stocky build, but there is no extra weight on that boy.  I need to be a better parent. . .
I love this picture. He's such a good kid.  I am lucky.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Nookachamps 5K

I've been slacking on writing . . .  At first nothing was going on, especially worth talking about, and then the last week has been pretty stressful.  Last Tuesday my car had problems on the way to work and I had to limp home.  Luckily I was only 5 miles out of Mount Vernon.  Thankfully my car made it home, and thankfully for really awesome friends I was able to get to the bus station and Maddox to his daycare.  And thanks to awesome parents, I have a temporary car. 

My parents came over with a car from their farm that I am going to be borrowing for a few months.  It is my aunt's car, and she may be willing to sell it to us.  That might be ideal.  I was already wanting to buy a cheap second car to use around town, mostly for Damian, but with our current car problems, that was looking unlikely.  This way we could possibly buy my aunt's car, which is 10 years old, but in excellent condition, and down the road get a nicer car for myself to drive to work. 

Anyway, I ended up running 47 miles in December, and already have run 42 in January. I ran the Nookachamps 5k on Saturday.  I thought about doing the half marathon, but did not train for it, and didn't feel I could.  Then I was going to run the 10k but with the stress of this week and my parents ending up coming over, I only did the 5k.  I did this race 2 years ago and remembered it was hard, but also remembered it being hard because of the wind.  I forgot about the first 2 miles being mostly uphill and the majority of the last mile on a trail of sawdust.  Remember, I live in the western Washington, where it rains all the time, so sawdust becomes a soggy messy.  It was killer on my legs.  My first two miles were 8:05 and 8:04 min/mile.  My last mile was 8:26, and I'm lucky I was that fast.  Anyway, my official time was 26:13, which is not a PR.  Nor was it good enough for any age related awards.
 Other than the fact that I did it, it was cold, a little windy, and hard, there is nothing much else to talk about the race.  =)
I almost didn't do it. But then I thought how silly, the first month of the year and I'm already thinking of giving up on my goal of doing a race a month for my 40th birthday.  Granted, it was the 4th race, but the first one of 2016.  I finished it.  But I'm having problems finding one for February.  There are several on Valentine's Day weekend, but that is also President's Day weekend and my family (parents and sisters) always goes out of town that weekend.  The only one I can find is a "Polar Plunge" with a race before it, and while I don't think I have to do the "plunge" part, I'm completely not interested in it.