I hate goggles. They are going to be the death of me. Ok. That might be overstating a tad but they do bother the living bejeezus out of me. Even my super supposedly anti fog goggles have to be pulled really tight to keep the air and water out, and well, they squeeze my brain.
You know what else I hate? Smelling like chlorine. My super expensive soap is not noxious enough to zap it so I'm walking around smelling like Au de Pool. Yes, that's better than Au de Poo, which is what one smells like if they don't watch where they're walking. So really, I must be super careful, cuz if I happen into a pile, I will smell like Au de Poopool, which is a very distant, black sheep cousin of Mott the Hoople, who were a one hit wonder with All the Young Dudes.
Anywho...speaking of gross things, last time there was this guy who was so hairy...
HOW HAIRY WAS HE?
He was so hairy that he had his BACK HAIR BRAIDED to match his beard. NO, I am not joking. I tried not thinking about His Hairiness...swimming....not only in the same pool but in the same lane as me. I tried not thinking about HOW someone could actually BRAID hair that short. And I mean short by braiding standards. It was lllloooonnnggg in back hairinessness!
I'm still grossed out thinking about it. I know one can't help these things but man...it was icky. Yo!!! Hairy Man! Think Miyagi...Daniel San...Wax On Wax off. Wax On Wax off.
So the swimming is going well. I have pancaked. One of the things I really like about the way Misael teaches is that he breaks everything down so that each part of the kick, stroke, breath is done right. Bad thing is that it is a whole lot to remember. And he talks to us like we're kids but not in a bad way. Moving our hips is "sway sway sway". Our heads are coconuts. If you don't extend your arms far enough on the stroke we are t-rex's. Anything out of our personal range of motion is the "no no zone". All said in sing song voices that are hilarious and more to the point, memorable.
We learned backstroke first because backstroke has the same movements, for the most part, as freestyle. So now that I have pancaked, I have a lot to think about because not only do I have to worry about sway, sway, swaying and no no's and t-rex's, I have to think about BREATHING! Yeah. Breathing is good!
Sometimes I think it might be too much for me. You know, The Marathon Guru always warned me about running and chewing gum. Throw a nose blow in the mix and there was a strong chance of chaos. Now I have to think about all this stuff AND breathe AND not sink. Phhheww.
So what's the riddle?
What runs faster than I do, even in water?
Be well everyone!
Peace out.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Goldilocks and the 4 goggles goggling, 3 suits a swimming, 2 caps a capping and a surging pancake in a pear tree
So I haven't drowned or sunk...Woot.
I have, however, spent way too much moolah on swim crap. Next year I am going to find a sport to do that doesn't cost me anything...a barefoot, naked, dog carrying contest maybe. Yeah. Yeah. The dog will cover the front and I will have a strategically placed race number covering my butt. Whaddya think?
Anywho...I had bought a pair of goggles when I was going to my neighborhood Y thinking I would swim ...about 4 years ago, (as you might guess, I never even opened them until 3 weeks ago.)
When I swam that first day, they kept getting foggy and I couldn't see. Not gonna work. So I went out and got another pair. These pair are AWESOME. They fit great. They look cool (not cool at all, really). And they are anti fog. The problem? They're dark. Think Corey Hart, sunglasses at night dark. Great in the day, but since I swim at night...not so good.
Sooo...I went and bought another pair. Same Speedo brand, what I thought were the same goggles, only clear. I jump in the pool on Thursday, thinking, FINALLY and...nope. They are not the same pair only clear. These do not have a flexible bridge of the nose thing that extends out. Its flat. And it squishes my nose. And it hurts.
So bring on goggle pair number four. FOUR!
So since I had to get another pair of goggles, I looked at the swim suits while I was at the sporting goods store. I have been wearing a nice suit, one that would be more for lounging by the pool instead of swimming in it. I took 4 into the dressing room. I really liked 2 of them and couldn't decide. So I got them both. The one makes me look thin AND was the cheapest of the 4 so I patted myself on the back for that one. Since I picked the cheap one, I could reward myself with the other one, right?! And the other makes me look fast. No really. It has like pink, white and purple sorta lightning bolt thingys on it. Lightning is fast, right? So my lightning suit is gonna surge me through the water. SURGE ME I say. (That's what I am telling myself anyway. To justify buying both. SURGE!)
Well, my swim cap is BLUE. My fast suit is Black and PINK. I couldn't wear a BLUE cap with my lightning pink super fast suit, could I? The clashing of colors might slow me down. We wouldn't want that, right? Defeat the whole SURGE theory. So enter cap number 2.
And to top it all off, I had to buy special get rid of the chlorine smell soap and not-turn-your-hair-green shampoo and conditioner. More expensive then soap should be.
BUT...my hair isn't green yet, so there's that. (And we don't even want to discuss how green hair would factor into the SURGE theory. I shudder thinking about it.)
You want to hear how the swimming's going?
I have been working on kicking, breathing and backstroke. Misael says that next time, if I backstroke with grace, I can pancake (his way of saying flip over) and start working on freestyle.
Ahhh...what?!
Flipping over depends on grace?... And me having it?...Wellllhellll. I might pancake all right. I will just be that first one that you always mess up then give to the dog.
Grace? Crud.
And dang it. Now I want pancakes.
Be well everyone.
Peace out!
I have, however, spent way too much moolah on swim crap. Next year I am going to find a sport to do that doesn't cost me anything...a barefoot, naked, dog carrying contest maybe. Yeah. Yeah. The dog will cover the front and I will have a strategically placed race number covering my butt. Whaddya think?
Anywho...I had bought a pair of goggles when I was going to my neighborhood Y thinking I would swim ...about 4 years ago, (as you might guess, I never even opened them until 3 weeks ago.)
When I swam that first day, they kept getting foggy and I couldn't see. Not gonna work. So I went out and got another pair. These pair are AWESOME. They fit great. They look cool (not cool at all, really). And they are anti fog. The problem? They're dark. Think Corey Hart, sunglasses at night dark. Great in the day, but since I swim at night...not so good.
Sooo...I went and bought another pair. Same Speedo brand, what I thought were the same goggles, only clear. I jump in the pool on Thursday, thinking, FINALLY and...nope. They are not the same pair only clear. These do not have a flexible bridge of the nose thing that extends out. Its flat. And it squishes my nose. And it hurts.
So bring on goggle pair number four. FOUR!
So since I had to get another pair of goggles, I looked at the swim suits while I was at the sporting goods store. I have been wearing a nice suit, one that would be more for lounging by the pool instead of swimming in it. I took 4 into the dressing room. I really liked 2 of them and couldn't decide. So I got them both. The one makes me look thin AND was the cheapest of the 4 so I patted myself on the back for that one. Since I picked the cheap one, I could reward myself with the other one, right?! And the other makes me look fast. No really. It has like pink, white and purple sorta lightning bolt thingys on it. Lightning is fast, right? So my lightning suit is gonna surge me through the water. SURGE ME I say. (That's what I am telling myself anyway. To justify buying both. SURGE!)
Well, my swim cap is BLUE. My fast suit is Black and PINK. I couldn't wear a BLUE cap with my lightning pink super fast suit, could I? The clashing of colors might slow me down. We wouldn't want that, right? Defeat the whole SURGE theory. So enter cap number 2.
And to top it all off, I had to buy special get rid of the chlorine smell soap and not-turn-your-hair-green shampoo and conditioner. More expensive then soap should be.
BUT...my hair isn't green yet, so there's that. (And we don't even want to discuss how green hair would factor into the SURGE theory. I shudder thinking about it.)
You want to hear how the swimming's going?
I have been working on kicking, breathing and backstroke. Misael says that next time, if I backstroke with grace, I can pancake (his way of saying flip over) and start working on freestyle.
Ahhh...what?!
Flipping over depends on grace?... And me having it?...Wellllhellll. I might pancake all right. I will just be that first one that you always mess up then give to the dog.
Grace? Crud.
And dang it. Now I want pancakes.
Be well everyone.
Peace out!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
SWIMMING 101
So to begin my swim training, I thought I would just start going to the pool and start swimming. My wonderfully smart boyfriend however, told me that I should get a coach right away so that I don't spend any time swimming with a funky stroke.
I took his advice and looked for a coach.
There are some seriously expensive coaches out there. And they don't take Reese's as payment. So I was really excited when I found that the pool at the local community college has instructors there every week. And they don't charge an arm and a leg (They're smart see? Charge an arm and a leg and it makes it harder to swim.)
So I went for the first time last week.
I know how to swim.
I have spent almost my entire life around water. I was lucky enough as a kid to have a family vacation home on a lake. We would spend almost every hour of every summer day in the water. We would swim up and down the channel, messing around, having fun.
I know how to swim.
I haven't, as far as I can remember, though, worn a swim cap. Or goggles. I don't think that was too obvious though. I only had the goggles boing off my head and hang from my ear once...ok twice but no one saw the first one!
I know how to swim.
So I strut out of the locker rooms, thinking that this was going to be easy. Swim off the cobwebs, have the coach tweak my stroke a bit and I'd be off to the races.
You know, because I know how to swim.
The coach, Misael, tells us to warm up with 200. For those of you who don't know, that's 8 laps. Awesome! I jump in and 2 things happen. (NO...I did not sink!)
1. Shock, by how MUCH colder the water was than expected, and
2. Pain, because my toe starts to sting and throb.
You see, the toe nail that turned black and yucky while I was training for the marathons is THIS close to coming off. It was hanging on by just a big enough thread that it hurt every time something rubbed my toe the wrong way. I was afraid to just rip it off because, well, it hurt! It has been hanging around now for about 2 months. When I jumped in the pool, the chlorine oozed under the nail and hurt like a you know what.
So visibly cold and silently in pain, I pull my goggles over my eyes and start swimming. And I swim...and I swim. And I am winded half way through. Of course, you say. Swimming 4 laps would make most people tired. No. I'M TALKIN' THE FIRST LAP! You want me to do HOW MANY? For a warm up?
Crud. This is gonna be harder than I thought.
But I am going to learn from the beginning and get it right.
They broke us into 2 groups. So that they could work with us beginners away from the people who knew what they were doing.
For almost the entire class, Misael had us do kicking drills. Nice. Slow. Fast. Big leg. From the knee. It was very helpful. I was the fastest.
I was the best of the worst! YEEE HAAAWWWW!
And my toe really stung.
When the class was over I got out of the pool, freezing, and ran for my towel. My toe was really stinging!! I looked down at my toe nail and realized that my superior kicking skills ripped that bad boy right off! No wonder it was hurting so bad. It was now somewhere...in the pool.
EEEWWWWWWWWWWW!
Be well everyone!
Peace out
I took his advice and looked for a coach.
There are some seriously expensive coaches out there. And they don't take Reese's as payment. So I was really excited when I found that the pool at the local community college has instructors there every week. And they don't charge an arm and a leg (They're smart see? Charge an arm and a leg and it makes it harder to swim.)
So I went for the first time last week.
I know how to swim.
I have spent almost my entire life around water. I was lucky enough as a kid to have a family vacation home on a lake. We would spend almost every hour of every summer day in the water. We would swim up and down the channel, messing around, having fun.
I know how to swim.
I haven't, as far as I can remember, though, worn a swim cap. Or goggles. I don't think that was too obvious though. I only had the goggles boing off my head and hang from my ear once...ok twice but no one saw the first one!
I know how to swim.
So I strut out of the locker rooms, thinking that this was going to be easy. Swim off the cobwebs, have the coach tweak my stroke a bit and I'd be off to the races.
You know, because I know how to swim.
The coach, Misael, tells us to warm up with 200. For those of you who don't know, that's 8 laps. Awesome! I jump in and 2 things happen. (NO...I did not sink!)
1. Shock, by how MUCH colder the water was than expected, and
2. Pain, because my toe starts to sting and throb.
You see, the toe nail that turned black and yucky while I was training for the marathons is THIS close to coming off. It was hanging on by just a big enough thread that it hurt every time something rubbed my toe the wrong way. I was afraid to just rip it off because, well, it hurt! It has been hanging around now for about 2 months. When I jumped in the pool, the chlorine oozed under the nail and hurt like a you know what.
So visibly cold and silently in pain, I pull my goggles over my eyes and start swimming. And I swim...and I swim. And I am winded half way through. Of course, you say. Swimming 4 laps would make most people tired. No. I'M TALKIN' THE FIRST LAP! You want me to do HOW MANY? For a warm up?
Crud. This is gonna be harder than I thought.
But I am going to learn from the beginning and get it right.
They broke us into 2 groups. So that they could work with us beginners away from the people who knew what they were doing.
For almost the entire class, Misael had us do kicking drills. Nice. Slow. Fast. Big leg. From the knee. It was very helpful. I was the fastest.
I was the best of the worst! YEEE HAAAWWWW!
And my toe really stung.
When the class was over I got out of the pool, freezing, and ran for my towel. My toe was really stinging!! I looked down at my toe nail and realized that my superior kicking skills ripped that bad boy right off! No wonder it was hurting so bad. It was now somewhere...in the pool.
EEEWWWWWWWWWWW!
Be well everyone!
Peace out
Friday, April 27, 2012
Return of the Blah-g
Sandy has guilted…suckered…asked me to write the blahg again.
(Anyone who has had Sandy get them to do something knows what I'm talkin' 'bout! She looks at you with those eyes..you know, kinda like the ones we all get from our dogs when they want another bisquit, plleeeeeaassssssse can I have a treat?...with that almost....weepy you-know-you-want-to-do-this tone in her voice…right?! I think she hypnotizes people! And the fact that she did it over the phone just proves how good she is at her craft! Either that or I'm just a sucker).
So here we go again.
In case you haven't heard, I will not be running a marathon this year.
I think that ticked off the Marathon Guru (Marty) a bit.
Either that, or he thinks that all that running has muddled my brain.
Either that or he's mad that I have fallen a tad behind on his payment (hershey's kisses and Reese's..I still owe him for all of his worldly running knowledge)(But honestly, I don't think there would ever be enough chocolate to pay him back for all his gems of wisdom!).
Let me explain.
When I told him I was going to do a triathlon instead of a marathon, he asked me if I knew how to swim.
"G", I said. "Do you really think I would sign up for a triathlon without knowing how to swim?"
"I was just asking." He wrote.
I told him that I was going to strap on my fins and water wings and the swimming would go, well...swimmingly.
I believe that at that point, and I could be mistaken, he called me a bimbo.
See? I told you he was mad.
With "BImbo" echoing in my ear, I went back to the Long Beach Triathlon site and read the "Rules and Regulations" a bit more carefully. No fins. No kick boards. No twin turbo jet pax attached to your life jacket.
WHAT?!?
Aw bugger.
How fast you think I could dog paddle a half mile?
The bimbo had better start swimming.
Be well everyone.
Peace out.
(Anyone who has had Sandy get them to do something knows what I'm talkin' 'bout! She looks at you with those eyes..you know, kinda like the ones we all get from our dogs when they want another bisquit, plleeeeeaassssssse can I have a treat?...with that almost....weepy you-know-you-want-to-do-this tone in her voice…right?! I think she hypnotizes people! And the fact that she did it over the phone just proves how good she is at her craft! Either that or I'm just a sucker).
So here we go again.
In case you haven't heard, I will not be running a marathon this year.
I think that ticked off the Marathon Guru (Marty) a bit.
Either that, or he thinks that all that running has muddled my brain.
Either that or he's mad that I have fallen a tad behind on his payment (hershey's kisses and Reese's..I still owe him for all of his worldly running knowledge)(But honestly, I don't think there would ever be enough chocolate to pay him back for all his gems of wisdom!).
Let me explain.
When I told him I was going to do a triathlon instead of a marathon, he asked me if I knew how to swim.
"G", I said. "Do you really think I would sign up for a triathlon without knowing how to swim?"
"I was just asking." He wrote.
I told him that I was going to strap on my fins and water wings and the swimming would go, well...swimmingly.
I believe that at that point, and I could be mistaken, he called me a bimbo.
See? I told you he was mad.
With "BImbo" echoing in my ear, I went back to the Long Beach Triathlon site and read the "Rules and Regulations" a bit more carefully. No fins. No kick boards. No twin turbo jet pax attached to your life jacket.
WHAT?!?
Aw bugger.
How fast you think I could dog paddle a half mile?
The bimbo had better start swimming.
Be well everyone.
Peace out.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
THANK YOU!
(I apologize for the delay)
You can ask anyone who knows me, I am not often rendered speechless. Even if I can't think of something incredibly witty and charming to say I can inject an enthusiastic "Dude!" or "Whoa!"
When I spoke with Denise a day or so before the event, she told me there was going to be about 12 volunteers and 7 dogs working the crowd. I will admit that I was a little disappointed. I knew this was such an amazing opportunity to network and schmooze and I had hoped there would be more. But I didn't let it bother me...I just knew those folks and doggies were gonna have to "work" it hard all day.
As I turned the corner right before mile 26, I saw Julie Wright and Ewin (well I saw their goldens first!). And I got really excited. They then started running to the others to let them know I was coming....or at least that is what I HOPED they were doing! I didn't think they were quite the type to taunt me with "See? We're faster than YOU are!! Neener Neener Neener!!!!"
When I passed the group I saw quite a few volunteers and quite a few dogs....but I will admit I was in a bit of a haze at that point. Everything seemed a bit distorted especially the distance to the finish line...as I've said people often forget the Point 2 of the 26.2 but those last .2 miles were excrutiatingly long! It could have actually been 1 dog and 1 volunteer with my vision and brain playing serious tricks on me.
Julie V. and Elaine and Kate (Or at least I thought it was Kate...if it wasn't I apologize!) greeted me and Elaine walked with me to the booth, which was quite a distance (probably only about 50 yards but it felt longer!) I see Julie and Ewin with their 2 beautiful goldens and just got the best feeling. I know I'm biased but seeing beautiful goldens after a run is just the best way to restore. I then see The Guru and Beth with their doggies, Comet and Daisy. I got hugs from all 4 and when I looked over Beth's shoulder, I saw the booth. My breath caught in my throat and tears came to my eyes. The booth was PACKED! I saw so many wonderful volunteers and so many goldens and I imagined harps playing and angels singing because this was heaven!!!!
Denise told me, and of course I saw the pictures later of all the volunteers and the 16!!!!! beautiful goldens that were there throughout the day. I'm told that we were the most popular booth in the festival, that there were lines of folks wanting to pet the goldens. I know that Denise has thanked those wonderful folks who helped make this an extraordinarily successful event but I would like to thank them again.
Thank you so much:
Jan, Cecily, Jo, Diane, Kriss, Patricia, Cindy, Tom, Tina, Mary, Jessica, Linda, Eva, Joanne, Elaine, Julie, Sandra, Kate, Joan, Ed, Bobby, Beth, Colleen, Denise, Paul, Cameron, Garrett, Tom, Nestor, Jennifer, Dan, Julie, Ewin, Cindy, Bruce, Pam, Carole and Ron.
Without you folks, this would not have been as successful as it was. I am truly blessed to know all of you.
I especially would like to thank Eva, Joanne and Elaine for going above and beyond in helping us get the booth set up. They rented a hotel room to make sure they would be there early on race day and I just can't thank them enough.
I would like to thank all of you who helped to raise money for this amazing organization.
I would like to thank all the folks who picked us as their charity of choice. Last year we had 41 participants racing on our team. This year we had 66!
I would like to thank Mr. Art Seagren who gave us a superb piece of real estate at the festival. Our location right next to the entrance/exit made us highly visible and was a big part of our success.
And Denise. Oh Denise. Thank you for making the finish line festival booth what it was. Thank you for taking on the responsibility of calming my butt down when I would be freaking out about, well, everything. I'm sure there were times when you REALLY didn't want to take my phone calls, but you did and I appreciate that more than you know. Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you Mr. Marty Friedman, Marathon Guru for all of your help and encouragement. You have become a great friend and I once again couldn't have finished without you.
It's funny, I hadn't been finished with the marathon for 3 minutes before I started getting asked if I would run again next year. Probably because last year, I was insane enough to say yes right away. This year, I was like "I don't know....THAT would be CRAZY!"
My goal this year was to finish in under 5 hours. I didn't come close to that and I will admit that I am a little disappointed with my time. I thought I was prepared and honestly, I wasn't. I didn't train nearly as hard as I should have to achieve that goal.
In the few days since this year's race, I decided that finishing in under 5 hours is a goal that is important to me. So instead of training to finish in the 5 months before next year's race, I will train for speed starting November 17th (Guru says to wait a month before I start training for speed).
So to answer the question you are all wondering.....
YES! I WILL BE RUNNING AGAIN NEXT YEAR.
I hope that you all will be there too!!
Thanks again everyone and PEACE OUT!!!
You can ask anyone who knows me, I am not often rendered speechless. Even if I can't think of something incredibly witty and charming to say I can inject an enthusiastic "Dude!" or "Whoa!"
When I spoke with Denise a day or so before the event, she told me there was going to be about 12 volunteers and 7 dogs working the crowd. I will admit that I was a little disappointed. I knew this was such an amazing opportunity to network and schmooze and I had hoped there would be more. But I didn't let it bother me...I just knew those folks and doggies were gonna have to "work" it hard all day.
As I turned the corner right before mile 26, I saw Julie Wright and Ewin (well I saw their goldens first!). And I got really excited. They then started running to the others to let them know I was coming....or at least that is what I HOPED they were doing! I didn't think they were quite the type to taunt me with "See? We're faster than YOU are!! Neener Neener Neener!!!!"
When I passed the group I saw quite a few volunteers and quite a few dogs....but I will admit I was in a bit of a haze at that point. Everything seemed a bit distorted especially the distance to the finish line...as I've said people often forget the Point 2 of the 26.2 but those last .2 miles were excrutiatingly long! It could have actually been 1 dog and 1 volunteer with my vision and brain playing serious tricks on me.
Julie V. and Elaine and Kate (Or at least I thought it was Kate...if it wasn't I apologize!) greeted me and Elaine walked with me to the booth, which was quite a distance (probably only about 50 yards but it felt longer!) I see Julie and Ewin with their 2 beautiful goldens and just got the best feeling. I know I'm biased but seeing beautiful goldens after a run is just the best way to restore. I then see The Guru and Beth with their doggies, Comet and Daisy. I got hugs from all 4 and when I looked over Beth's shoulder, I saw the booth. My breath caught in my throat and tears came to my eyes. The booth was PACKED! I saw so many wonderful volunteers and so many goldens and I imagined harps playing and angels singing because this was heaven!!!!
Denise told me, and of course I saw the pictures later of all the volunteers and the 16!!!!! beautiful goldens that were there throughout the day. I'm told that we were the most popular booth in the festival, that there were lines of folks wanting to pet the goldens. I know that Denise has thanked those wonderful folks who helped make this an extraordinarily successful event but I would like to thank them again.
Thank you so much:
Jan, Cecily, Jo, Diane, Kriss, Patricia, Cindy, Tom, Tina, Mary, Jessica, Linda, Eva, Joanne, Elaine, Julie, Sandra, Kate, Joan, Ed, Bobby, Beth, Colleen, Denise, Paul, Cameron, Garrett, Tom, Nestor, Jennifer, Dan, Julie, Ewin, Cindy, Bruce, Pam, Carole and Ron.
Without you folks, this would not have been as successful as it was. I am truly blessed to know all of you.
I especially would like to thank Eva, Joanne and Elaine for going above and beyond in helping us get the booth set up. They rented a hotel room to make sure they would be there early on race day and I just can't thank them enough.
I would like to thank all of you who helped to raise money for this amazing organization.
I would like to thank all the folks who picked us as their charity of choice. Last year we had 41 participants racing on our team. This year we had 66!
I would like to thank Mr. Art Seagren who gave us a superb piece of real estate at the festival. Our location right next to the entrance/exit made us highly visible and was a big part of our success.
And Denise. Oh Denise. Thank you for making the finish line festival booth what it was. Thank you for taking on the responsibility of calming my butt down when I would be freaking out about, well, everything. I'm sure there were times when you REALLY didn't want to take my phone calls, but you did and I appreciate that more than you know. Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you Mr. Marty Friedman, Marathon Guru for all of your help and encouragement. You have become a great friend and I once again couldn't have finished without you.
It's funny, I hadn't been finished with the marathon for 3 minutes before I started getting asked if I would run again next year. Probably because last year, I was insane enough to say yes right away. This year, I was like "I don't know....THAT would be CRAZY!"
My goal this year was to finish in under 5 hours. I didn't come close to that and I will admit that I am a little disappointed with my time. I thought I was prepared and honestly, I wasn't. I didn't train nearly as hard as I should have to achieve that goal.
In the few days since this year's race, I decided that finishing in under 5 hours is a goal that is important to me. So instead of training to finish in the 5 months before next year's race, I will train for speed starting November 17th (Guru says to wait a month before I start training for speed).
So to answer the question you are all wondering.....
YES! I WILL BE RUNNING AGAIN NEXT YEAR.
I hope that you all will be there too!!
Thanks again everyone and PEACE OUT!!!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
READY?
So the marathon is in less than 24 hours.
I am as ready as I'm gonna get!
I have siphoned as much knowledge as I could from the Marathon Guru. (Don't worry, I left him a few brain cells to rub together!)
I have my geek-cessories packed and ready to go.
I have my gaggle of kleenex ready to catch the real runner in my family (my nose!)
I will shave my legs to make me more aerodynamic!
I will eat carbs tonight to give me energy.
I fought off the cold that threatened last weekend thanks to vitamins and witch potions.
My bib # is 889
We are almost to our fundraising goal! Even if we don't make the $26,200 (everyone always forgets that POINT 2) we raised a significant amount of moolah for the wonderful goldens! WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!
Thanks Everyone, for everything. I'm so proud of all of you and honored to be a part of this organization!
Peace Out!
I am as ready as I'm gonna get!
I have siphoned as much knowledge as I could from the Marathon Guru. (Don't worry, I left him a few brain cells to rub together!)
I have my geek-cessories packed and ready to go.
I have my gaggle of kleenex ready to catch the real runner in my family (my nose!)
I will shave my legs to make me more aerodynamic!
I will eat carbs tonight to give me energy.
I fought off the cold that threatened last weekend thanks to vitamins and witch potions.
My bib # is 889
We are almost to our fundraising goal! Even if we don't make the $26,200 (everyone always forgets that POINT 2) we raised a significant amount of moolah for the wonderful goldens! WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!
Thanks Everyone, for everything. I'm so proud of all of you and honored to be a part of this organization!
Peace Out!
Monday, October 4, 2010
LETTER TO MOTHER NATURE
YO MAMA!
I know that you are really busy having your way with us. You know...messin' with the thermostat. I mean come ON Mama, 118 degrees!!! And then going from record breaking highs one week to dumping rain on us the next?! Are you trying to get us all sick? Did the Tooth Fairy tick you off again? The Easter Bunny steal all of your eggs and hard boil the bejeezus out of 'em? Take is easy, Sweetie. Have a massage. Drink a martini. All will be fine.
So there are only 2 more weeks until the marathon and I have a few requests. I know that Pops (Santa) usually takes care of these things but I don't think he reads his letters until December and that you know, would be too late.
So, if you could please get all of your weather shenanigans out of your system BEFORE race day that would be swell. I request a nice 70 degree, clear beautiful day for the 17th.
I don't know how tight you are with the traffic gods but if you could ask them to make it easy for anyone coming to Long Beach as part of the most bestest Golden Retriever Rescue EVER, that would be really nice. Tell them we'll bake them cookies or at least bestow numerous wet golden kisses on them if they do!
Is there some way you could attach, like, invisible turbo chargers to me heels? I mean nothing that requires rocket fuel. I don't think anyone would believe it if I finished in 5 minutes. I'm talking under 5 hours...even if only by a minute. That would be great.
So I know that this is asking a lot. But if you could grant these requests I promise to eat my vegetables...I'll even clean my room!
PPPPPPLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSE MAMA?
Thanks MAMA NATURE!! You're the BEST!
Be well!
I know that you are really busy having your way with us. You know...messin' with the thermostat. I mean come ON Mama, 118 degrees!!! And then going from record breaking highs one week to dumping rain on us the next?! Are you trying to get us all sick? Did the Tooth Fairy tick you off again? The Easter Bunny steal all of your eggs and hard boil the bejeezus out of 'em? Take is easy, Sweetie. Have a massage. Drink a martini. All will be fine.
So there are only 2 more weeks until the marathon and I have a few requests. I know that Pops (Santa) usually takes care of these things but I don't think he reads his letters until December and that you know, would be too late.
So, if you could please get all of your weather shenanigans out of your system BEFORE race day that would be swell. I request a nice 70 degree, clear beautiful day for the 17th.
I don't know how tight you are with the traffic gods but if you could ask them to make it easy for anyone coming to Long Beach as part of the most bestest Golden Retriever Rescue EVER, that would be really nice. Tell them we'll bake them cookies or at least bestow numerous wet golden kisses on them if they do!
Is there some way you could attach, like, invisible turbo chargers to me heels? I mean nothing that requires rocket fuel. I don't think anyone would believe it if I finished in 5 minutes. I'm talking under 5 hours...even if only by a minute. That would be great.
So I know that this is asking a lot. But if you could grant these requests I promise to eat my vegetables...I'll even clean my room!
PPPPPPLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSE MAMA?
Thanks MAMA NATURE!! You're the BEST!
Be well!
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