Interstellar Adventure
Adventure: the pursuit of life — Daniel Roy Wiarda

Eye-Stabbing moments

Friday, July 29, 2005

It was all going just fine until they started talking about vacation and benefits. Then the 'stupid people' questions erupted. Have you people never been employed before? Didn't she just answer that question? Jeez. I just looked down at my bendy-wand toy they gave me and tried to remain calm...
Update: Orientation is officially over. Thank goodness. In addition to the Power Point slideshow and guest speakers, there were 3 videos. One was horrible...like fingernails on a chalkboard. One was bearable. Really bad acting though. The third was actually kinda good, for a training video that is. Made me laugh out loud a few times, and I wasn't the only one.

Hill Running & Damn! I'm a great cook!

Thursday, July 28, 2005

I officially hate running up hills. Or at least running up, down, up, down, up, down the same hill over and over again. This morning I met my running group at 5:30 am, and we did hill repeats. 8 minute warm up, 7 minute cool down, 32 minutes of hills. 8 x 2 repeats. That's 2 minutes running up the hill, 2 minutes running down the hill, 8 times. Last night I made dinner for Nick. I love to cook, but I don't get to do much more than turkey tacos or spaghetti usually. I also love to try new recipes, which has sometimes in the past proven dangerous and disappointing. But not last night. It was the best dinner I've turned out in quite a long time, and my chance to return the romance favor. Dinner, music, wine, candles. Yep, very nice. The menu: Hummus & pita Lamb kebabs with onions and potatoes Okra sauteed with tomatoes and onions Asparagus with goat cheese sauce Chocolate Orange Flan 2 bottles of red wine; Spanish reds, Mano a Mano and Abrazo The hummus rocked. It was a bit garlicky, but that's my fault...I love garlic. Can't get enough of it. I've never cooked lamb before. I ordered it from the butcher, pre-cut for kebabs. Seasoned it, skewered it with the potatoes and onions and grilled it over open flame. Fantastic! I've never cooked okra either, and it turned out very tasty. I will definitely make this dish again. Maybe modify it a bit to make it a little more soupy, and add in some rice to make a stew. I eat asparagus all the time, but the sauce was new. Goat cheese, mayo, milk, salt, pepper and crumbled bacon. Delicious! The flan was a work of art. Despite losing much sleep over it the night before, it was so worth it. The recipe said it would take an hour to bake. It ended up taking two and a half hours to bake. I don't know whether this was because of my oven, or the secondary pan I baked it in being to small or what. But, I was just very pleased that it turned out so well AND came out of the baking dish in one piece. The wines were pretty good. World Market carries a lot of wines, and I was very pleased with the two I selected. These were both Spanish wines. The first, Mano a Mano had a little bit of a tart aftertaste, but was very drinkable. The second, Abrazo was beyond excellent for the price. Rich, ruby colored, smelled like roses, had a strong taste of dark red berries. Exquisite.

Romance 101

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

OK, for all you swooning ladies... Everyone says they want romance in a relationship. Mention the word, and most guys start to get that nervous tic in their eye and panic seems to set in. When someone asks what romance is, I think some people see candlelight, roses, that little black dress, white tablecloth, and waiters in fancy dress. Coming from a background where the most romantic thing my ex ever did for me was give me my first anniversary gift two days early because he couldn't remember the exact day, but also didn't want to be late...well, let's just say the past couple of weeks have been a sort of 'out of body' experience. Culfy commented yesterday (warning: he's on a bit of a rant today on his blog) that after my description of my date this weekend, his Subway sandwiches didn't measure up. But I don't think that's true. I don't think romance is based on the scale of what's in the hamper, I think it's in the presentation and the intent. And I don't think it's always something that has to be overwhelming. I think romance can be found anywhere in ways big and small. Take-away Chinese on the living room floor can be just as romantic as a surprise picnic under the stars. Finding a song on the internet and burning a CD because the other person mentioned they had heard it on the radio but couldn't find it in the store or online is romantic. Paying a simple compliment out of the blue is romantic. A look, a smile, a wink, a touch can be romantic, because it's not the action, it's the sentiment. Romance isn't measurable. There's no blueprint for it. It's unique to the individual, both the giver and the recipient. So, I've shared what I think romance is and how I've been fortunate to experience it lately. How about you, dear readers? What is romance to you? Do you have a memorable romantic moment you'd be willing to share with us?

Mineral Wells Photos

Monday, July 25, 2005

So I finally got the Mineral Wells photos back, and I am devestated. All of the waterproof disposable photos turned out fuzzy. I had some digitals, so it's not a total loss, but none of the cool race-course photos are any good. I included a couple anway, but I am bummed. Rainbow! Positive signs! Followed by a beautiful sunset More Sunset Yep, sun's still setting Got my tent set up and ready for sleepy-time We had a great fajita dinner, then a giggle at the E-Z-Mart Getting the TA ready pre-race. That's my gear box, chair, hydration system, GU, crappy camera that didn't take good race pictures... That's my spot in the canoe and my bike Jerry and Jeff both getting ready I'm ready to go! Once the race started, Jeff and Darin had to plot the points Still prepping, or is that primping? My first rappel! And then we got to climb back up. There were lots of rocks. Boy was I tired when it was over. On the way home, the moon rose while the sky was still blue. That's the Weatherford courthouse.

Holy WOW

Sunday, July 24, 2005

So Friday night was date 6 and Saturday night was date 7. Two dates in a row...I know. You're either thinking 'wow' or 'yikes'. I'm leaning toward 'wow'. My friends will tell you that I make up my mind pretty quickly whether I like someone or not. This is not necessarily a good trait, but one that I have nonetheless. How much I like them can vary over time, but there's got to be something about a person, otherwise I'm not likely to spend much time on them. Friday night was Shakespeare in the Park, and we saw A Winter's Tale. It was his turn to pack the picnic basket. I offered up use of the basket I had borrowed from one of my friends, but was plainly told 'I already have a basket.' Hmmm. OK then! I picked up the date, the picnic basket and the cooler, and received a surprise of a bouqet of flowers. First flowers I've gotten for no good reason! Not Mother's Day, birthday, Valentines, or anything like that. Just flowers for flowers sake. Do people still do that? Obviously! WOW! I then drove us (yes, I have that 'thing' that requires me to drive) down to the Festival. I had pre-purchased tickets online, so we walked in ahead of the other riff-raff lined up in the General Admin section. We picked our spot, spread our blanket and rented the sandchairs. Then, we delved into the picnic basket, which he actually purchased for this and future use! The items in the basket looked eerily familiar...but hey...it worked the first time! I was just happy to be there! The one difference though...I had packed strawberries, grapes and creme fraiche for dessert. He couldn't remember the dip exactly, so he got chocolate sauce for dipping the fruit. YUM! Excellent choice! The play was great. The dinner was wonderful. The weather, and finally the evening, were most excellent. I even took him on a brief side-tour of Dallas. He got to see his first Dallas prostitute being arrested. I did mention that while the park is nice, it is located in a dodgy area of town, didn't I? Saturday night I met some girlfriends for a little homemade sangria before they ventured off to Shakespeare Festival too. Why didn't I join them? They were seeing Richard III and I had already seen this with my date two weekends ago. So, with nothing to do except sit at home, I opted for another date. But, I didn't know what we were going to do! It was going to be a bit of a surprise. I got a phone call in the middle of the day saying that I probably wanted to wear pants. I arrived at his place, and he answered the door looking quite handsome. I looked down, and the picnic basket and a blanket were sitting suspiciously close to the front door. 'Another picnic!' I said, surprised. He took me to a lovely park with a large pond and water fountain. The sun was setting, the grass was thick and soft, and I couldn't wait to see what was in the basket! I was pleasantly surprised by brie and feta, chicken pesto pasta, bread, crackers, red wine and music. Yep, he even brought Sinatra along to serenade us. That was nice. What was even nicer was the gentlemen with the guitar walking by, stopping and playing us a romantic ballad. Just by chance! So far this guy has brownie points in the bank. Any of you guys need a loan of Charm or advice on How to Woo the Ladies, please contact the Bank of Nick. He has a PhD in Romance, a Masters in Intelligent Conversation, and a Bachelor or Arts in Picnic Dinners, with a minor in Slightly Cheesy But Endearing Banter.

Too Hot to Handle 15K

Saturday, July 23, 2005

I finished my race this morning. Didn't quite make my goal time of 1:44:09. I finished in 1:48:33. Wasn't easy. I ran too fast at the start. My first mile was under 11 minutes, and my 3 mile split was 33:56. I tried to slow down, but then I wasn't able to speed up. Nothing really hurt, it was just really hot. I pretty much felt like a chicken in a rotiserre. The heat just sapped my energy. I managed to pick it up at mile 8 a little, and as I passed the 9 mile marker I laid out everything I had left. It wasn't much, and I was hurtin', but I crossed the finish line strong. I'm glad that's over!
Update: This just in! I checked the results for my race, and I was in 5th place in my division. YAY! *will not note that if I had run my goal pace I would have placed 3rd and received a medal, 'cause that's not important ;) *

One of these days...

Friday, July 22, 2005

Have you ever had a dream? One of those 'If I could do this I would die happy.' kind of things? Well, this is my dream.... Every time I watch these, and I watched EcoChallenge on TV back in the day before Mark Burnett sold out to CBS, I cry, wanting to feel that sense of accomplishment of pushing past the pain and crossing that finish line, on my hands and knees if I have to. How much can I overcome? What can I take and how much can I put out? I'll have to settle for training races in the mean time...


Thursday, July 21, 2005

As promised, I put my pride and ego aside and went and had my body fat measured by the BodPod. In my shorts and jog bra, hair up in a surgical cap and then covered in another cap, I sat in a pod module that can best be described as Mork's egg-vehicle-thingy. Well, first I had to stand on a scale, and the guy entered my height into the computer. Then I sat in the egg-mobile. I couldn't hear anything outside the egg-mobile, and my friends sat and stared an giggled at me. Inside the egg-mobile, a loud electric buzzing sound erupted all around me. 'Sit very still, breathe normally.' the instructions read. Then the machine shuddered and started again. Oh my! What was that noise! The electric buzzing sound resumed. Then the guy opened the hatch and said 'Just 45 more seconds.'. Oh jeez. Any minute now I was going to blast off for outerspace. Finally the buzzing sound stopped, the guy opened the hatch and gave me permission to don the rest of my clothing. 'The results will print off there in just a minute.' he said as the left the room. So, I put my shirt, socks and shoes back on and my friends and I sat bemoaning the impending results. The printer spat out a piece of paper with my numbers. *cue the noise of doom* Weight was down from last Thursday. That's good. Well, it's not the 'official' scale, but it's down nonetheless. (Since I have the backup official scale, I know that I'm down more than the BodPod scale indicated. YAY!) It gave my lean weight, my fat weight, total weight, my percentage fat and my percentage lean. The good news is my percentage fat isn't as high as I feared it would be. The bad news is, it's higher than the range I should be in to be considered 'healthy'. The better news is, I think that in the next 3 months with some decent weight traning and good eating habits, I can get the percentage into the 'healthier' range. 3-4% per month is attainable! On the eating habit front, I'm doing much better. Since Monday I've managed a good breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner routine. And yet I'm constantly hungry! But I'm told this is a good thing...it means my metabolism churning along. I'm now officially in love with my imported Swiss granola mixed in with fat-free Yoplait yogurt (varying flavors). I'm getting in more dairy and fruit even. All good things!

Still WOW'd

After five (5) dates, the WOW factor continues. I'm getting so spoiled. I could definitely get used to this. A guy actually putting forth effort to impress me. Amazing!

Mineral Wells Adventure Race Report

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

I knew Friday was going to be a busy day, but it turned out to be non-stop! The kids got dropped off at summer care, followed by a dash down to see Dr. Pain. This time I got my money's worth. I'd had some tightness in my quad, and he and his assistant (yep, brought in the extra hands) worked me over well. Ouch. All new manners of pain! I followed this with lunch at Cafe Express with Judy & Christy, a brief shopping spree into Ann Taylor Loft to buy a cute dress on sale, off to coffee with a old friend that's moving to Austin, then to Target to pick up some 'supplies' and finally back home to resume the packing. Later than I would have liked, the packing was done, the car was loaded, and, just as the thunder rumbled and the clouds opened up, the bike was hoisted onto the back of the car and I was off. To pick up the kiddos that is. Had to run them up to the in-laws to spend the night before I could 'officially' head out. With everyone in their places, I could get going. Or so I thought. BEEEEEP. The little yellow gas light came on. Grumble Grumble. One last 'errand' to run. Make that two. On the way out of town I had to stop at REI to pick up some Gu (Espresso Love and Triberry are my favorites!) and a pair of water shoes. OK. For real, headed out of town. Except it was raining. Heading west, I could see clear skies ahead, but it was still raining in my precise location. It was dark behind me though, and the light in front and darkness behind were sort of metaphorical for me and how I've been moving forward lately. Starting off the weekend right! Positive signs! So, I followed my directions out to Mineral Wells, Tx. I was hoping to make it out there before dark, because I've set up camp in the dark before, and it's not fun. I got out to the park, made my way back to the race area, and found my teammates. Darin and Jerry were there when I arrived, and Darin had the TA set up. The pre-race meeting had just started when I pulled up, so I headed over to listen to Rodney, the RD from Steelsports Adventure Racing going over the 'details' of the race. Now, Adventure Racing is truly an adventure. Until the race starts, you don't know what's going to happen, when, in what order, what curveballs they're going to throw at you, etc. You just hope you brought all the gear you could possibly need and enough food and water to survive. Pre-race meeting over, I set up my campsite and our TA (Transition Area) for the race. Jeff, our fourth and final Acher, showed up shortly thereafter, and when all tasks were done, we were hungry! So, we headed off to Mineral Wells for some grub. Except Mineral Wells is a small, po-dunk town. The only 'restaurants' I recognized were ones with a drive-thru. And I was NOT eating at one of those establishments the night before a race. As tempting as DQ was... We managed to find an open restaurant. In fact, we barely made it. It was after 9:30 PM, and it appeared everything closed at 10 PM in this one-horse town. The four of us invaded a little Mexican restaurant called Pulido's and decided on pre-race fajitas. Not bad fajitas for a little hole-in-the-wall establishment. The guacamole was even homemade and fresh. Good tortillas too. After dinner, Jerry headed to his hotel in Weatherford, as did Jeff. Darin and I stopped at the E-Z-Go Mart for a few bags of ice. Giddy off good fajitas and anxious for the race, we were enjoying making light of the 'sights' this small town had to offer. We managed to make it out of the E-Z-Go without more than a few dirty looks and headed back to the park. Facilities at this park were primitive. There was a building that housed the 'toilets' which consisted of a large room with a single commode sticking out of the ground. Uh oh. No flusher. Yep, a fancy hole-in-the-ground. Definitely decided after that first experience that the trail behind the TA was going to be a preferable potty. There were showers supposedly, but these were on the other side of the park. So, with no running water...I pulled out one of my seven gallons of water, lathered up my Olay face wipes and washed my face. Then, dunked my toothbrush down in the water jug and used the ground for my spittoon. Contacts even got cleaned this same way the next morning. Yep, I was a Girl Scout. I can make-do. One of the campsites next to us had a generator going. Who knows what for I have yet to figure out. But, as of 11:30 PM, they still had it running. Now, I'd raced with these people before, so I knew them, and I didn't want to be a grouch. So, I crawled into my tent, headlamp on, and tent-light hanging. Adjusted my bed mats, opened my sleeping bag, changed into my pajamas, and then stepped outside to remove the rain-fly for some ventilation. Opened all the 'windows' inside the tent, and then lay down to drift off to sleep. But that generator was still going. It seemed like eons to me, but I know it was probably only 10 or 15 minutes, and they finally shut it off. I could hear crickets and night songbirds and the occasional 18-wheeler drive by in the far distance. I could feel a faint breeze, and the rain from the afternoon had cooled the night air. I felt so peaceful. Alone, quiet, meditative, and anxious for the next day, I drifted off quickly. At some point in the night I must have got a chill, because I remember waking up and pulling out my extra blanket to cover myself. July in Texas? You've got to be kidding me. At 4 AM, my alarm went off. TA opened at 4:30 AM, and even though I knew I couldn't oversleep, I did have to change, and had taken my rain-fly off the night before. Then I heard the noise. Sounded like someone walking on the tarp in the TA less than 3 feet from me. 'Darin?' I whispered. 'Darin, is that you?' No response. 'Darin?' Nope. Not Darin. I grabbed my glasses and my headlamp and leaned over to the far window in my tent. Two beady little eyes reflected back at me. A raccoon! I knew I had left my food in the car the night before just to avoid any run-ins with critters. 'Psst! Psst! Psst!' I hissed at the bandit, and he ran off. But, bold little feller, he returned. I managed to shoo him off one more time, and then, the final time he came back, he ignored me, lifted the lid off the box, and grabbed his breakfast...a bagel. Shame I didn't have any coffee to offer him as well. I finally crawled out of the tent and found Darin...sleeping in his car. 'Man! I had a whole other half of a four-man tent!' 'Nah, I like sleeping in my car.' Guys...I will never understand. Jerry showed up, sans Starbucks...evidently they don't open until 6. So, I had to bum a cup of coffee from the folks next door. Folgers single pack, no cream. Still, good to the last drop. We prepared our TA, Jeff arrived, we sorted gear, arranged food, checked over our bikes, tires, brakes, etc. Check, double check, triple check. Everything appeared to be in good working order. BEEEEP! The RD's bullhorn sounded across the parking lot. 'We need one front wheel from one team member from each team.' Curve ball #1. Everyone else's bikes and wheel sets are way nicer than mine, so I offer mine up. Still quick-release, I disengage the break, pull the lever, spin the knob and pull it right off. Run it on over to the RD tent, they ask our team name, pull a set of papers from a stack, weave it into the spokes and say 'Thank-you'. I return to my TA, sans wheel. Shortly thereafter, we hear another BEEEEP! 'The race will begin in 15 minutes!' they blare. 15 minutes late actually. At the pre-race meeting, Rodney had announced that there was a twelve and a half hour cut-off for the race. If you are in TA at twelve and a half hours, you can't go back out on the next leg, and if you're out at twelve and a half hours, you lose one CP for every five minutes you're out beyond that. We sit around, ready to go, waiting for those final instructions. Final checks all around, Camelbak bladders full, food prepped, packed and ready. We wander over to the RD tent where the rest of the teams had begun to gather. A few last minute words of wisdom from the RD, clarification that the cut-off was still 6:30 PM even though we were starting 15 minutes late, and we are then informed 'You all have a problem. One of your team members is missing a wheel from their bike. Your first task is to find that wheel. With the wheel, you will find your maps, passports and instructions for the first two legs of the race.' Greatness! A little scavenger hunt. The RD gives us all the ‘GO!’, and a few dozen tiny beeps were heard as everyone started their watches. We headed down a gravel path, winding down to an amphitheater where all of our bicycle tires were stacked. I ran down and grabbed my tire and handed the set of papers off to Jeff. We raced back up the hill, back to the TA. Jeff and Darin set to plotting out the points on the map while Jerry and I reassembled my bike. We got the first set of points plotted for what we knew was a water leg, except none of the points were anywhere near the water. Oops. Darin realized that the map was backwards, so we had to plot backwards. We quickly fixed our error, and then set to plotting the next set of points. I was passport princess again, and so I carried the 'holy grail' of the race. We lose our map; we hope we can find some nice team to share. We lose our passport, we're disqualified. We leave our passport in TA on any leg, and we can't punch our points and we've wasted tons of effort. It's actually a very important job. The first leg was actually a bike/trek. Two members of the team were on bikes, and two members of the team were running. Jerry and I grabbed our bike gear, and Darin and Jeff were going to hump it. We raced back down the trail way past the amphitheater. Coming to a cross-road, we turned right, and soon came upon our first point. Except it was CP2. We punch it and glance at the map and head back out. Except it was the wrong way. Except we didn't realize it for about 20 minutes. So, 20 minutes in the wrong direction, plus 20 minutes back, plus time to get to the real CP1. Yeah, we wasted nearly an hour. No one person's fault. Error #1. Check. Jerry and I took turns trading off bikes with Darin. We couldn't get Jeff to ride. But he's a natural runner anyway, and Darin, Jerry and I all have issues with our knees. I put in my share of trail pounding though. Back to the TA, we knew we didn't need to check-in, just immediately transition to the next leg. A paddle leg. We gathered up our gear and our boats and portaged down to the water. Jerry and I were in a 2-person Kevlar canoe. It only weighed about 40 pounds, so not too heavy and fairly easy to portage. Jeff and Darin were in a 2-person kayak, which weighed about 70 pounds, so a little heavier. Jeff and Darin were starting to fall back a bit, so Jerry and I sat down the canoe, went back and took the kayak from them and told them to pick up our canoe and carry it down the rest of the way. Yeah. If an RD tells you to prepare for a portage, take his advice and prepare for it. We got a CP next to the boat launch. Launched our watercraft, donned our PFDs and water shoes and headed out. Carbon fiber paddles and a Kevlar canoe, towing a kayak. It felt good to have practiced with Jerry. He steered and sounded off the 'HUP' signaling me to switch the side I was paddling on. I concentrated on my 'stealth stroke' and we skimmed along the top of the water. Smooth as glass. No waves, no wind, barely a ripple across the surface except our own boat wake. We picked up our CPs fairly quickly. Took us a minute to find one, and I even jumped out of the boat in a shallow, but gooey muddy area to scan the reeds (no snakes, please, no snakes) for our CP. I decided it was further up the inlet, so Jerry and I unhooked Jeff and Darin, and we headed up the channel. Just around the river bend (I was so feeling like Pocahontas) we spied the point, punched it and headed back. Picked up one more CP on the way back, and we were done with our first paddle leg. We left our boats near the launch and headed back up the hill to the TA. I would come to know and despise this hill. Checked in with the RDs and got the instructions for our next leg. Mountain biking again. Darin plotted points; Jeff, Jerry and I restocked and rearranged our gear. Last check on the bikes, especially mine since I'd removed my wheel. My tires had been a little soft on the first ride, so I added a bit more air. We headed out. The hill back down was fun to ride. High speeds, wind in your face, relatively little effort. We passed a few of the faster teams coming back/going out to the 4th leg. All shouted encouragement as we headed out. We pedaled across the spillway, then back uphill to the trailhead. 'Expect awful sand.' the RD had said. Yep, he was right again. Awful sand. The only thing you can do is drop down to nearly granny gear and put your weight over the rear tire to try to gain more traction. Riding along the side of the trail was a bit easier traction wise, if not a lot bumpier. Looking at the points and the trail map, we figured we could make a sort of loop and get the points in order of 8, 10, 9, 7. We managed to find 8 & 10 just fine. But then error #2 hit us. Because of the way we were approaching it, CP9 was behind a tree in a blind spot for us. Plus, as we blew by it at amazing speeds, a pretty horsy was prancing by, so our heads were turned to the left admiring the fine steed, rather than swiveling right to find what we were really looking for. DOH! When we hit another point and it wasn't the coordinates we were looking for, we realized our mistake. Back down the trail way, we ran smack-dab right into it, just where it should have been. On the way back out we found the last CP. Had to ride some nice rocks to get there. I was well proud of myself. Pushing myself at Northshore a couple of weeks ago paid off, and I found myself more confident going over rocks and uphill. I picked some good lines, and a couple of bad ones, but gutted it out and managed to stay in the saddle the entire ride. We raced back to the TA and checked in for our next leg. A short 2-point skate/scooter/trek. Now, I don't rollerblade. Never have. And, these scooters are like Razors on 'Roids, and cost anywhere between $100-$400. Not at the top of my budget list. So, we were hoofing it. At this point, we also decided on our next gear acquisition. Coconut shells. Ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Yeah. That's what they're for. One of the trek CPs was at the boat launch, so we grabbed that one quickly, then headed up to park HQ for the other CP, before heading back up that dreaded hill to the TA. As we were heading uphill, we came upon another team portaging their boats back from the final paddle leg. I don't know how they managed it, but they also had their scooter bikes in their boats. So, I negotiated a deal. 'We'll take your kick-bikes back up the hill to the TA.' I offered. At first, the dad (it was a mom, dad, son, daughter team) was hesitant, but when he realized we were running the same race (no outside assistance allowed, but teams in the same race can help each other) he relented, and we took the bikes back up the hill. Didn't make it a breeze, but definitely better than walking. Next leg was the rappelling/climbing leg. Darin and Jerry had their own harnesses, while Jeff and I were going to borrow from the climbing managers. We grabbed our bike helmets (safety first!) and trekked down to the climbing area. The rappel was first. This was the part I'd never done before. I'd climbed rock face over a decade ago, and had done a couple of climbing walls, but it's hard to find a place to 'practice' rappelling. Good thing I'm a fast learner. We donned our harnesses, left our Camelbaks at the top of the cliff, and proceeded to rappel down, one by one. Darin first, then Jerry, me and lastly Jeff. I made Jeff go last so he could take a picture of me heading down. Selfish, I know. If I would have known rappelling was this easy, I would have done it a long time ago! WOW! What fun! At the very end I did miscalculate my footing, and I bumped my leg into the rock wall. I got a little scrape on my shin, but that's my biggest boo-boo from this entire race. It's about the size of a dime. The climb was actually a bit more intimidating than the rappel. We had to climb up, hit the carabineers and then belay back down. I had to get a leg-up from my teammates to get up the first section. The foot-hold was about shoulder high on me. But, once I got up, I managed the rest of it pretty well, slapped the 'beaners and belayed back down with no issue. We punched our CPs showing that we completed each discipline and headed back to TA. Leg 6 was another paddle leg. We had seen other teams portaging their boats back to the TA after they completed their legs. After carrying the boats down to the water, and climbing that hill a couple of times already without the boats, I knew that I needed to broker another deal. There were several teams from our AT group, and I knew one of the support crew for one of the teams pretty well. So, I walked over 'Hey Maria. Are Need 2 Bleed back from the paddle leg yet?' 'Yes, they're on their way back right now.' 'Really, do you think they'd let us borrow their wheels after they're done?' 'I'm sure they will.' So I headed back to TA. Informed my team that I'd gotten a good line on a set of wheels to help portage the boats back to TA after the paddle leg. It would be in our best interest to dawdle a bit and wait for them to return. Just as we were heading out, they were heading in. I confirmed with the team that it would be OK for us to borrow their wheels, so once they got back to their TA, Jeff and I unloaded their boats, grabbed the portage system and carrying straps and headed back downhill with our loot. Back in the boats, we returned to the Pocahontas point, as it was a re-punch CP. We knew another one of the CPs was directly across the lake from this point, so Darin and Jeff scouted a couple of other teams while Jerry and I got the Poco CP. We paddled across the lake and parked the boats in the shoreline flora. Exiting the boat gracefully (uh, actually this is where I nearly fell in the water doing the splits between the canoe and the rock I was trying to climb out on...ouch!), I climbed up the rock and onto the shore. 'Watch out for snakes!' the cluesheet said. 'Snakes, why did it have to be snakes!' Ugh. Jerry grabbed a paddle as a snake-deterrent stick and we headed up. Darin found the point pretty quickly, and we were back down to the boats. We padded back up the lake, around two points, and disembarked again. But, we eventually decided we got out too soon and paddled a few hundred yards up the shore. Got out again and began looking for the elusive point. Jeff and I had discussed that Rodney (the RD) was going to be tricky on this one, and had probably hidden the point between two of the many large boulders dotting the shoreline. Sure enough, I rounded a corner, squeezed between two 15-foot boulders, climbed up another rock, and BINGO! There was the point! YAY! I had officially 'found' my first CP! The other races the CPs were either right on trail, or my teammates had found them. I'm not just passport princess anymore! Back to the boats, we paddled back to just across from the boat launch, and I quickly spied what turned out to be just the inlet we were looking for. Climbed out of the boat again (eww...no snakes please!) among the reeds and muck and climbed onshore to punch the last paddle point. Make that two CPs I found in one day! Done with the paddle. Pulled our boats to shore, lashed them onto the portage system and headed back uphill. We had to stop to make an adjustment or two once or twice, but we had enough rope that we managed to secure them (finally) and get back up the hill. Still not easy, but so much better than carrying those suckers back up the hill of hell. Leg 7 was another trek leg. Straight down from the TA there was an old camping area with a rocky trail that led down to the shore, then ran along side the shore. There were four CPs on this leg, but we knew we were going to have to swim to get to one of them. At the TA we decided we weren't going to swim because we didn't have enough time. If we swam for one point, we definitely wouldn't make the cut-off and get out to the final mountain biking leg where we could pick up 2 or 3 more CPs. Skip the swim. Sigh. I was looking forward to that actually. Oh well. Boom, boom, boom, we fast walked/trekked/jogged across the narrow, rocky trail and picked up the 3 CPs we intended to find. Back to TA for Leg 8. The final mountain biking leg. We had to ride back across the park to the same sandy trailhead as before, except this time we had to go further into the trails to get the CPs. Three we knew were off the main map and we wouldn't be able to get those. We knew where one was exactly (we'd been there earlier, remember, when we blew by CP9), and the other one was just a bit further up the trail than we'd been the first time. So, we blazed over to the trailhead in a mere 13 minutes. We decided to allow 20 to get back, and so we busted out some speed and blew right past the CP24 that we were looking for. The clue said on trail, but evidently it wasn't. I didn't know this, and the guys were blazing ahead of me. I figured I would round the next bend and find them waiting for me at the CP, so I wasn't really looking. We weren't the only team that blew past it though. There were four of us teams looking for the same CP at the same time. Found it, punched it, and headed over to the CP25 that we had found earlier. Punched it and headed back. There was one team, the Chubby Bastardos (I raced with them at Martin Dies), that we had been neck-in-neck with most of the race. I tried to keep up, but my legs were just shot on the bike. I don't bike nearly enough, so I just kept pedaling as best as I could. I so wanted to beat them back to the TA or at least get back at the same time, but I just didn't have it in me. Sigh. Train harder, right? We made it back to the TA and the RD tent just as my watch registered 12 Hours 3 Minutes. We'd made it in before the cut-off by just about 12 minutes. WOW! We did great! A couple of navigation errors, well, really more 'paying attention' errors cost us probably at least an hour and half of racing time. That would have been a couple more CPs, if not all 4 that we missed. The weather was perfect. My racing teammates were AWESOME. I would SO race with these 3 again, any race, any day. Jerry had never done an AR before, but his canoeing experience, biking abilities and great fitness level made him an excellent racer. He also had a fantastic, fun, positive attitude the entire race. Darin was our silent, strong leader. The dude can push it when he starts to feel that competitive edge, and he's a great navigator. Jeff was an absolute rock. He ran that entire trek/bike leg right off the bat, and he is a really strong biker too. We ended up 13 out of 19 overall, and in 9th place in our 4-person co-ed division. We even placed higher than the Chubbies…they didn’t find CP18 on the paddle. After the race was over, we decamped, broke down our TA, and packed up to head home. I was fully prepared to camp out again, thinking the race was going to be longer, but, disappointingly, I would get a hot shower and sleep in a soft bed that night. After we were packed up, Jerry and I took a few minutes to get in that swim that we missed on the trek leg. There was a little family beach down by the boat launch. We stopped there, waded in, floated around a bit, cooled off, managed to wash off a little bit of the dirt and then headed home. I made it back home, unloaded my bike, brought in my purse and pillow, warmed up some Dora the Explorer chicken noodle soup...I was STARVING, but waaay to stinky to stop anywhere for hot food, took a shower and drank the soup. Then passed out from exhaustion. This was the best race I've done yet. Not just from a performance standpoint, but I felt great, enjoyed every bit of it, even the hill from hell, loved racing with my teammates, and managed to come out of it with just a dime-sized scrape. Can't wait till the next one!

Marathon Pace Run

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Haven't done any form of exercise since my race on Saturday. Had marathon training today. Was supposed to do 10/30/10 with the 10's being warm-up/cool-down and the 30 being marathon pace. Summary of today: 11:00 warm-up (I think...watch stopped) 1 mile 29:11 marathon pace 2.75 miles; 10:35 mile 5 minute cool-down walked/trotted 1.5 laps at the track It was another muggy Texas morning. Gotta love it! Happy Tuesday everyone! :)

So much is going on!

Monday, July 18, 2005

Race photos are being developed. I woke up with shoulders being a little sore. Mentally plotting my race report, but so much will come from the photos. Other than the sore shoulders, nothing else hurts! Not even today. Expecting a little more soreness on the 2nd day, but so far, nothing. Does that mean I'm getting in shape? Is that what that's like... *Preview of photos...photo courtesy Donutman (Team TOW 38) Just me relaxing between the rappel and the climb. Yesterday was a fantastic day. Had Date Four, which was, again, most excellent. I highly recommend 'March of the Penguins' if it's at a theater near you. A very sweet film, suitable for all ages, and a great 'Date Movie' to boot. I start the new job today! It's a 'business dress' environment, which is fine with me, 'cause I clean up nice. Got my suit all picked out and ready to go. Coffee is made and I'm about to jump in the shower to get goin'. Take care ya'll. I'll be catching up on all my blog reading as soon as possible, so don't think I've forgotten about you!

I'm Home!

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Yep! Early even. We finished the race in just over 12 hours...not because we were faster than we thought, but because the RD had a cut-off and all of the points were 'On Trail'. Race details to follow. I'm EXHAUSTED. Get to sleep in my own bed tonight though!

Mineral Wells Adventure Race

Friday, July 15, 2005

Last night I ran my first 'double' workout. Yes, ran in the AM and the PM. Another WOW. :) My friends and I are doing a weight-loss/body-fat loss competition. Two different 'pots'. Oh, yeah, there's money riding on this! I did the weigh-in last night (aaack!) and next week I have to go to this place where they put me in a pod, zap me with some electrodes, and then I get my body-fat measurement (another aaack to be sure). Oh, and I have to pay them to do that. So, after we weighed in, we ran. Well, some of the girls walked. Then they turned back. Then we ran. Got in 2.75 miles total running. Forgot my watch though so I have no idea how long it took. Today is a busy day! Gotta pack and get ready for my Mineral Wells race. I'm super excited! It might actually rain all weekend! That'll help for keeping cooler. But, not so good since I'm supposed to sleep in a tent. I might be knocking on Jerry's door begging to sleep on the floor in his hotel room. Wish me luck folks. This is gonna be a toughie. If you're up on Saturday night/Sunday morning around 2 am CDT, think of me and hope I've managed to roll in, all in one piece, by then.

The 'WOW' factor

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Last night and today have, so far, been full of 'WOWs'. This morning, WOW, I ran hills. WOW. It was tough. 7 repeats, 2:00 uphill (3-4% incline), 2:00 back downhill. Plus warm-up and cool-down, around 40 minutes total running. The humidity was killer. I was having a tough time breathing, and my left quad was cramping. WOW. I can't believe I made it through the workout this morning but I did. Oh, and WOW, I'm running again tonight. My first double. Hope I make it! ************************************************************* Last night was a WOW night too. I've been kind of mum on the whole 'dating thing' for a while now. Wasn't much going on anyway. I've gotten a few emails from a few different guys (yeah, online dating...), but only one turned into a date. And WOW, I'm glad! There was a First Date for coffee. Relaxed, enjoyable, interesting, good-looking, funny. Absolutely, I'll go out with him again. Second Date involved more effort. Actual planning and forethought took place. We went to see Richard III at the Shakespeare Festival. I packed a picnic dinner and a couple of bottles of wine, and, up until it started lightning, then raining, in the middle of the second act, it was a perfect night. He can quote Shakespeare. He's polite, well mannered, funny. This is most excellent. WOW. Third Date was last night. Italian restaurant for dinner, with cheesecake for dessert, then a DVD at my house. (Yes, nosey people, we watched the movie.) We talked for a while, and then I took him home (yeah, I have this 'thing' about driving...other people's driving kind of freaks me out...it's not an 'issue', it's a 'thing'). He can carry on an intelligent conversation, has interesting things to say, makes me laugh, is very complimentary (I think I'm getting spoiled on compliments right now...WOW). Again, most excellent. All I have to say about this guy so far is WOW. So many good things about him. Did I mention good-looking too? I think I did, but I'll say it again. Oh, and he writes too...mostly poetry. I have two so far. WOW! I haven't yet found a fatal flaw. Date Four is in the works. Most excellent. WOW.

And ya'll think I'm crazy!

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Check this out!

Stealth Paddling

As some of you may know, this Saturday is my next big race. Should be as long, or longer than I've gone before, but at about 50 degrees more heat...Saturday is shaping up to be about 98 degrees plus humidity. Last night I met our new Green Acher, Jerry, out at the Trinity River for some paddling practice. The paddle leg has been the dreaded part of the previous races I've done. But, after last night, I'm looking forward to it. Jerry is a canoe racer. He's been the C1 class (what exactly that means, I don't know) champion the last 6 years in the state of Texas. So, we had planned on using a 4 person torpedo canoe, but got concerned about tight creek channels. So, we're going with a 2-man kevlar canoe (weighs in at 40 pounds), and Darin and Jeff will be in their kayak. We're also using these ultra-light carbon-fiber paddles. I never thought I would get so jazzed about a canoe paddle, but after using that thing last night, wow. A canoer's dream. Jerry gave me some tips on my stroke technique, and once I stopped splashing, started reaching, and pulled the paddle from the water at my hip, I had a noise-less, splash-less, efficient stroke. We were zoomin'. Well, for a canoe. I forgot to time us on our first mile. But, on the way back, I clocked an 11:30 mile. This is gonna be a great race. Next Race: July 16 in Mineral Wells. Previous Races: Rockstick Challenge Martin Dies

I woke up in a crappy mood this morning...

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

But, my friend Judy gave me a new rule. On my training days, even if I feel bad, I have to get up and run at least one mile. Then, if I'm still feeling bad, I can go home. But, I absolutely may not pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. So, at 4:25 am, I woke up, got up, got dressed and headed out to the track. Kids were fighting over who got to sleep in the back seat, and who had to go up to the front. I rolled down the windows, opened up the sunroof, and told them they could fight it out, just not to set off the car alarm while I was running. After Sunday's epic 14 mile run and hip pain, I was looking forward to an easy recovery run today. OK, well. It started off easy anyway. I ran 4 miles, 44 minutes, 11 min average total. Pushing through that first mile was the toughest. And then I suddenly started to feel better. I picked up my pace a little, and still felt pretty good. After two miles, I stopped briefly to grab a drink of water, then headed out for mile 3. After mile 3, I knew that I was posting negative splits for each mile, so, just out of curiosity, I pushed a little harder. I was well pleased! Then I stretched some. Off to go stretch some more and take a shower. My final breakdown for today's run: Mile 1: 12 minute mile Mile 2: 11:11 minute mile Mile 3: 10:49 minute mile Mile 4: 10 minute mile So, even though I woke up in a crappy mood, after bustin' out negative splits for my run today, well, let's just say I'm feelin' pretty good. Tuesday is an ass-kickin' day! P.S. You know you have a sickness when you can remember your time for each mile...12:00, 23:11, 34:00, 44:00. Jeez...

Poker Night: Redux: Pics

Monday, July 11, 2005

So, Friday night was poker night. My friend Steph hosted for the evening. She has a gorgeous house, and is an excellent hostess. I wish I was as 'Martha Stewart' as she is...except without the jail time. Oh, that makes it sound like Steph's been to jail too...but she hasn't, just Martha. A little sidenote fact about Steph...she is an excellent gardener. She has a cute little greenhouse in her backyard, and a lovely gazebo. See all the pretty flowers?! Felicia, Amy, Me, Kim, Christy, Stephanie & Ramona My friend Christy! She keeps me honest... And Amy, well, I hope to be able to drink as well as she does one of these days! (I LOVE YOU AMY!) (OK, Amy's not really a lush. I just didn't manage to get a good picture of her. Amy is super-smart, funny, witty, charming, lovely and SINGLE!) Steph surprised us with the mixin's for Lemon Drop Martini's. They're addicitve So she made me a martini... Or, well, half of one at least... ;) Cheers! Now, this is a martini...the glass must be full...if you're one of those 'glass half-full kind of people...well, when it comes to martini's, that's too bad for you. :) And, because we're girls...we do better than beer and peanuts. Yep, we have brie, and grapes and crackers. We also had homemade guacamole which was fantastic, and lots of other kinds of cheese too. Like I said...Steph's Miss Martha Stewart! Very impressive! Oh, and because we're girls...we hide our poker money under the toaster. Whew...the night was over. I didn't win, but it's about having a good time! My jacks just didn't hold up. :( Next time...I'll get 'em next time.

Marathon training, week 7

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Well, this week certainly started off with a bang. Er, make that a bust. I am sooo tired. 2:50, 14 miles. My furthest, fastest run, and it wasn't even fast. Dang it was hot, humid, and still. Barely caught a wisp of a breeze on the way back. Made myself run despite my aching hip. Need some Aleve and a shower now. I do have more pictures from poker night, and from Wednesday night too. I will post those later when I get a bit more time. As for now, I'm off to brunch for some mimosas and a waffle. Yum!

Poker Night: Redux

Friday, July 08, 2005

Tonight: The ladies will gather. Cards will be shuffled. Snacks will be eaten. Beer will be drank. Much gossip and smack-talking will occur. The man of the house tear at his hair, and then scurry and hide from the estrogen-soaked atmosphere. In his media room he will cower, his DVD collection and XBox keeping him sufficiently testosteronized until the female invaders leave his abode. Oh, and I'll win again...oh yes, I will. Bwah ha ha!
Update: We gathered, we shuffled, we ate, we drank, we gossiped and talked lots of smack. The only time we saw the man of the house was when we needed him to take a picture. Men are good for a few things. I got way behind in the chip count. Down to just $150. Then, I made my comeback. All-in. All-in. All-in. Finally, I had the chip lead firmly in hand. And then it happened. "Look at the time." the other girls said. "It's so late." they said. "All right, fine, lets everyone go all-in, one final hand for all the marbles." I said. So, all-in everyone went. That's why they call it gambling folks. Sadly, my jacks didn't stand up against Kim's queens. Ah well, you win some, you lose some. Next time! Gotta relinquish my crown every now and then so they let me keep playing, ya know. ;)

That's twice now in as many days

Poopie strikes again. If, as you live your life, you find yourself mentally composing blog entries about it, post this exact same sentence in your weblog.

Poopie got me thinking...

Thursday, July 07, 2005

I was reading Poopie's blog earlier, and she was talking about her first tomato of the summer. It reminded me of my great-grandfather. I'm one of those lucky people that got to know my great-grandparents quite well. My great-grandfather, John, died in 1995 and my great-grandmother, Roma, died in 1999. They were wonderful, special people. John was from Horse Cave, Kentucky. His people were in the railroad business. Except John, he was colorblind. "I knew which was the red light and which was the green light, but they still wouldn't let me work the tracks because I couldn't see the colors.” he would say. So, as a young man, he left Kentucky, and for a while, rode the steamboats up and down the Mississippi River. It was on the riverboats that my great-grandpa learned to play poker and shoot pool. He was a man of many talents. He finally settled in Houston, and there, he met my great-grandmother, Roma. I believe he worked jobs here and there and finally became a Quaker minister. By the time I was born, he was retired, and did this and that to make ends meet. My great-grandparents were simple people. They didn't have a lot, didn't need a lot, and made do with what they had. They didn't aspire to greatness, only goodness. I wish more of this quality had rubbed off on me. But I never looked to them for 'things'. I never asked 'what did you bring me' when I saw them. I was just happy to see them. When we visited, we slept in their bedrooms and spare rooms (I'm one of four kids, plus mom and dad). My great-grandparents slept out in 'The Office' with the dogs. 'The Office' was a converted garage, with a spare bed, pantry, toilet, and their 'home office'. 'Lass, go get me the can of beans from the pantry in The Office.' my great-grandmother would say. Breakfasts at their house were pure heaven. They were wonderful cooks. As most 'old people' are want to be, they were early risers. I would wake up to the aroma of sizzling sausage on the griddle, coffee brewing in the pot, the sound of my great-grandfather clinking the glasses on the table, opening and closing The Icebox (yeah, not a refrigerator...it was, but it was called the icebox). Hotcakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, biscuits, grits, homemade brown-sugar syrup, fig preserves, butter, sweet milk, orange juice, jelly. Well, not all on the same day. We had to pace ourselves. My great-grandfather's hotcakes (not just pancakes, but hotcakes) were miracles, and since he has passed, they have not been replicated, even though my grandmother thought she knew the recipe. I don't know how he made them. I think whipped egg whites were involved, as was finely sifted flour. They were the lightest, fluffiest, tastiest, best things on this Earth. Hot off the griddle, they absorbed the butter and syrup like a sponge, and simply melted in your mouth. As a little kid, I would (and could!) eat at least a dozen. My brother, sisters, and I had a competition to see who could eat the most. We would make them disappear off the serving plate faster than they could cook 'em! Then, bellies full, eyes glazed, we would sit back and moan in pure delight. My great-grandfather was also a master gardener. He had a huge backyard, filled with plants, vegetables and a giant fig tree. Yep, those fig preserves where homemade! That golden fig syrup on hot, buttered biscuits or toast was second-heaven. First heaven being the hotcakes. He grew peas, carrots, tomatoes, okra, peppers, and potatoes...if it was a vegetable, he grew it! When I was around 3 or 4, I decided I wanted to help him with his garden. I got up, before sunrise, turned on the hose and watered the garden. Well, flooded the garden is more like it. I found a little basket, and I plucked every baby vegetable off the vines, and pulled every baby carrot and potato out of the ground. Teeny-tiny peppers, carrots, potatoes, peas, and tomatoes. Needless to say, when my great-grandfather woke up, he was none too pleased with my attempt to 'help' him. I ruined his garden. This was the maddest I ever, ever, ever saw my great-grandfather. In fact, I don't think I ever saw him mad before or after that. I mentioned before that he played poker and pool on the Mississippi riverboats. When my mom first brought my step-dad down to meet my great-grandparents, they played a game of poker one night. Just nickel, dime, quarter. But there was manhood at stake. For a while, my step-dad was winning, winning, winning. Then he started losing, losing, losing. Yep. My former-Quaker-minister great-grandfather was 'stacking the deck' on my step-dad. And, once, when one of my uncles (the big one...6'9") turned 18, he asked my great-grandpa to go down and shoot pool with him. This big, strapping young man was put to shame when, on the first, second, third and final game, my great-grandpa ran the table on him. A man of many talents indeed. He had a heart attack at the very end of my senior year in High School. He and my great-grandmother didn't make it to my graduation because of this. Then, slowly, over two years, we watched him die. Once a man well over 6 foot, strong, funny, warm, loving and peaceful, he slowly turned into a shrunken, shriveled, shell of a man. His last months were awful, and while I made many visits and sat by his bed, hoping that I could at least be there for his last breath, I wasn't there when he passed. His funeral was attended by so many who knew him. Everyone that knew him loved him. He was gentle, simple and wonderful. Thanks Poopie for jogging my memory. I needed this today.


Dear God, Goddess, Allah, Ishvara, Jehovah, Tao, Primordial Consciousness, Krishna, Buddha, Spirit, Creator, or whoever the heck you are, if you are. Please stop this. Why? Why? Please. Stop.

Wild West Relay

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Oh yes, don't forget about this one! The race is just a little over a month away! I got this in my email today...yeah, I'm the slow one. My legs are 12, 24 & 36. I'm only on the team to take the easy leg so no one else got stuck with it.

Yes, I'm still training

Whew! Had to get all those pictures posted yesterday. But, Tuesday was another 4:15 am day for me. I woke up, stood up, said "I'm not running today", got back in bed, closed my eyes, and then decided "Awww heck, I've got to go". So, I got up, got ready, and walked out the door. I nearly suffocated. The air was absolutely still. Not a leaf fluttered, not a bird sang, no crickets chirped. At 4:45 am, it was humid, hot and stifling. Oh joy. And it was a 'Marathon Pace' running day. I put the kids in the back seat with their pillows and blankets and headed down to the track. When I arrived, I didn't see the coaches, and I could see lightening flashing behind the clouds in the far-off distance. So, being 5 am, and not wanting to waste any time, I started my run. Sidenote: There are two training schedules. The first is a 'finishers' schedule, i.e. my goal is to finish the marathon. The second is a 'time' schedule, i.e. my goal is to finish the marathon in under this time. The coaches really don't want first-timers to do the time schedule, and my true goal is to just finish, but I want to finish well, at or under 5 hours. Depending on which schedule you're following, the workout is different. 'Time' schedule was the MP run, 'finish' schedule was 40-60 easy. So, the 'time' schedule plan for the day was to do a 10 minute warm-up, 40 minutes marathon pace, 10 minute cooldown. So, I ran .75 miles for my warm-up in 8:40 (11:30 pace). Then, I stopped to stretch like Dr. Pain insists that I do. He even gave me specific stretches for the muscles he says are responsible for my knees. As I was finishing my stretching, I felt the first hint of a breeze. After my stretches, I started on my marathon-pace run. I actually did my warm-up run too fast because for my time-goal of 5 hours, 11:30 is my marathon pace. So, I picked it up, and finished 1.25 miles in 13:20 (10:45) pace. And I was done. My hammies had been bothering me from the three hours of yardwork on Saturday (the weeds can have it!), and I was sore from the marathon pace run on Sunday too. I said, 'that's enough' and slowed it down a bit. As I continued to run, the wind picked up speed. Because of the layout of the track and the surrounding neighborhood, if the wind is coming from the north or the south, you are always running straight into the wind on one side of the track, and then as you turn, there is no wind on the other side. Yesterday the wind was coming from the north, and I was running head-into it on the backside of the loop. Ugh. I ran another 17:35 (11:45 pace) for a total of 3.5 miles, 39:35, 11:20 avg pace. I was soaked from the humidity, my legs hurt, and the air was thick enough to eat. I was going home for a shower. Then, during lunch, I went to see Dr. Pain. I told him about my hamstring issues, and he worked those for the first time. See, there's a difference between 'deep tissue massage' and Active Release Therapy. In a massage, you're laying there on a table, all relaxed, sure they put some pressure on your muscles, but not a lot. Dr. Pain stretches out your muscle and then applies the pressure, a lot of it. I nearly came off the table. Oh lordy, yes I did. Ratchet the pain rating up to about an 8.5 please, thank-you. Then, he worked my quads and my hip flexors. Quads didn't hurt as much as before, but those damn hip flexors...holy moley. Yeah. I'm feeling much better today though! Thank you Dr. Pain! Tomorrow: Hill training! YAY! Oh, and forecast for 6 am Thursday? Partly cloudy, 72F, 20% chance of precipitation, 87% humidity, winds from the ESE at 4 mph.

The "Stay Cool" Fourth of July party

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Sunday evening was was reserved for partying with my girlfriends that I love so dearly. I headed over to my girlfriend Judy's house for some BBQ, some beer, some poker and fun! We play out in the heat too much all the time anyway, so we decided for once, not to sweat it out. We were going to stay and play inside! My friend Judy and I. Judy is the running fool that has pulled me into her mad, mad world. :) She has a cute little pug named Pebbles. And a new kitty that adopted them. Aptly named Fluffy Tail for the fluffiest tail on the skinniest cat I've ever seen. My lovely friend Melissa. She used to be my client at my old job, and is my absolute, all-time favorite Queen of the Hair Toys. She's going to kill me, but she never reads my blog anyway. None of you others better tell her either. My friend Christy, that I used to work with. She's an awesome, wonderful person, just like all my friends. I had a beer recommended to me, well not this specific beer, but a type of beer. Don't know if this qualifies or not, but I gave it a go nevertheless. Warsteiner. It was a dark, heady beer, and I was lucky enough to get to pour it into a nice, frozen mug. And, the taste test passed! This is a really, really nice beer! I didn't need my back-up 6 pack of Shiner after all! During the party, Judy's husband Keith, pulled out the 'penalty flag'. It came as a freebie with the DirecTV service. We had fun during the evening making up various 'Party Penalties'. My personal favorite was Keith's "Illegal use of disco". But, I was too busy throwing the flag to get a picture. Bummer. But, the highlight of the evening, well for me anyway, was seeing my friend Michelle. Well, not so much Michelle (no offense hon!) as who she brought with her! The new baby, Alex! He's such a little peanut! And I got to hold him! I admit, I'm a sucker for babies! Especially new ones. He was such a little sweetheart! But, he got a little peeved when I tried to take too many pictures of him. Mmmm...another Warsteiner. I highly recommend this beer. Then, after the night settled down a bit, and the cute baby went home, Christy, Judy, Keith and I sat down to play a little poker. Keith had been talking smack all night (well, not really, but it makes the story better) about my poker playing skillz. See, I win frequently. Not every time, but frequently. And, I told you all why...everyone else just chit-chats. I've got to be the Poker Czar and remind people when to bid, how much to bid, that it's their deal, etc. But, we have fun! Ummm...What's that rule again? The host-and-hostess with the mostest. And Keith runs too. He's training for an Ironman right now (full or half...I can't remember off the top of my head). See...we all play nice and have fun! Yep, still drinking the magnificent Warsteiner. Ahhh. Yes. The InterstellarLass rules! I win...and I didn't even want to play for money...I forgot mine and tried not to borrow the $5 ante, but noooo, Keith insisted. Thank you Judy and Keith for a great party! I have the best friends!