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LOVED the trail run. Am now all about the trail run. Ran 5.8 miles yesterday and Kay and I were a perfect pace match. We're meeting tomorrow morning to go running again--even in lieu of the sub-freezing temperatures ready to set in.
Almost hit the earth several times, tripping over tree roots. I'm sure my first face forward can''t be far behind. Hills weren't too terrible, although I doubt I would have done so well without a running partner. The scenery was what was inspiring. Lake Brandt came in and out of view as we ran through tall trees with dappled patches of sunlight hitting the earth. Branches creaked overhead as a gentle wind blew and small animals scurried in the bushes beside us as we pounded past their hiding places. I was so busy watching my footing I barely noticed the miles passing.
I think a combination of trail and pavement running will suit me well--mix it up so I don't grow bored.
I bought myself a new pair of running shoes yesterday and a matching short/t-shirt outfit. As I explained to Blair, I run better when I'm cute... =)
The gentleman I met at Saturday's dinner gave me the name and number of a female runner in the area who's looking for a running partner on Wednesday nights. We spoke last night and are meeting tonight for a trail run. I'm a little nervous. I don't want to be too slow for her, plus I'm not used to running trails and don't know how that might affect my run. Although actually, I'm looking forward to that aspect of it--something different sounds fun.
She game me the option of running a 5.8 mile trail with "a lot of ups and downs" or a similar trail that's a lot flatter, but has more roots and things to watch out for. It's a question for me of how "up" the ups are. "Hills build character" is my neighbor's mantra, but we both tend to avoid them.
I hope we're a match. I'm in Greensboro every Wednesday and it'd be nice to find a regular running partner.
I've been using a new system for the past month in terms of due dates for writing that ,so far, is working out quite well.
Typically what happens is that I have an assignment with a due date. I might ponder the general bent I plan on taking with the article, but I wouldn't start writing the article until the week before it was due. This leaves just enough time to write the piece, but no time to let it sit and digest so I can return to it later with fresh eyes.
Bad idea.
I went to Office Depot (I love Office Depot--it's an anal-retentive's dream come true) and bought a large wall calendar. I went through and circled in red the days of each month I know I have articles due. Then I backtracked, setting goal dates for partial project completion.
So, for example, I have an Art Jewelry marketing column due on June 15th. My calendar shows I'm to chose a topic for this column by April 17th and all interviews are to be scheduled by April 24th. An initial draft is due May 14th, with revisions by May 29th. A final draft that I can send to friends to be critiqued is due on June 6th.
The result? The article is done well ahead of time with plenty of time for reviews, revisions, and critiques. I select my next column topic on June 13th, even before this one is due.
I'm doing this for all my articles and have seen a marked improvement in my writing. I wasn't sure I'd follow my system but never underestimate the allure of dates marked on a calendar in indelible green and red ink. My friend Pam's blog today is about being a rule breaker. Not me. I live for rules. Rules=order=tranquility. So if the calendar says interviews are due by a certain date, I forget I'm the one who arbitrarily set that date and follow it the same as if it were chiseled in a stone tablet come off a mountain.
If only I applied the same systematic dedication to working on my books, which are molding over in a corner in the Spring heat.
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I want a cat.
There, I’ve said it. Proclaimed my intent to the Universe. Although I’m only willing to accept moderate blame when events transpire to actually bring a cat into my life.
I have no business getting a cat. A few strong reasons off the top of my head include:
And yet.
When I began sharing the news that I had taken a new job near Atlanta and was moving . . . spreading my wings. . . opening myself to new horizons. . . without fail the first comment from almost everyone was, “OMG. You know about the traffic there, right?”
Yes, I am aware of the traffic. Thank you for your loving concern and support.
So how bad is it really? Having lived here now for three months, I can tell you that the 12-mile drive to my office from home can take anywhere between. . .
One of the hardest decisions in moving to Atlanta was knowing I would be leaving behind my 25-year network of friends. These are friends that saw me through job changes (insurance adjuster, librarian, author, marketing maven), life changes (divorce, moves, dating), as well as were there for everything from my first published book to my first marathon to holding my hand when my cat died. A lot of years, a lot tears, much more laughter, and oodles and oodles of love.
In other words—not something easily replaced.
Of course, I’m not “leaving behind” friends but since the five-hour drive between Atlanta and Greensboro isn’t convenient for a quick movie or fro-yo meet-up, the burden is on me to make new friends.
The obvious place to make friends, for me, is the gym. I joined a big-ass Lifetime Fitness...
As most of you know, after 20+ years in NC, I’ve recently relocated to Georgia, about an hour outside of Atlanta. More updates on that later. Right now, I want to share with you the saga of the license plate. It’s a story that more or less sums up my life. What takes other people twenty minutes, takes me 9 weeks, 8 phone calls, 4 DMV visits and a two-week plan to evade the law.
It all started the week I moved to Georgia. I was checking things off my list right and left (pictures hung in new home - check. Food in fridge – check. Wall art for half-bath – check, check, check) and in an effort to be pro-active, toddled off to the DMV to get my GA driver’s license. I showed up prepared for anything – NC driver’s license, passport, pay stub, and invoices from gas, electric and trash removal verifying my new address. I approached the teller window.
Teller: “Social security card.”
Me: “I don’t have that, but here’s my passport.”
Teller: “I can’t issue you a license without a social security card.”
I get a lot of questions about the best ways to train. Which, considering I spent the earlier part of this year on crutches, unable to run for four months due to an overuse injury that could have been avoided, I find somewhat amusing. Then there’s the immediate back-pedalling that takes place, usually in the form of, “But I don’t want to run, or get up at 4 am, or do anything that’s hard.”
Gotcha. I can work with that.
Below are five training tips I try to follow. I say try because let’s be honest—we’re all human and some days will be better than others. But these are the big picture items that have kept me pushing for the last ten years, and they are things anyone can adopt into their lifestyle.
1. Pick Something You Love
I can’t count the number of times people say to me, “Ugh, I know I need to run but I hate it.” Um… why exactly do you need to run? I hate Pure Barre and even though my butt never looked better during the month I took classes, I’m not going back.
When I first signed up for this half Ironman, I knew my swim would be slow and my ride would be average, so the plan was to make-up some time on the run. The Universe had other plans though, and handed me the stress fracture in my hip. It was literally only days before the race when my chiropractor agreed that I could try a walk/run of the course, but only if I swore a blood oath that if it hurt, I would stop. And, in a cruel twist of fate, advised that my best strategy would be to run the uphills and walk the down. That goes against everything I hold dear in life, but okay. I figured I would run a mile/walk a mile throughout the race for as long as I could.
My strategy worked perfectly… for the first quarter mile.
(ICYMI: Part I: THE SWIM)
Let’s call it like it is. I crushed the ride on this race. 18.71 average speed. My normal pace with a group where I’m drafting is closer to 17.5, so I had aspirations of maybe holding a 17 mph average. Crushed. It.
What helped me is my Garmin died before the ride even started, so I had no idea for the entire 56 miles what my pace was. I just rode according to how I felt. The first 3-5 miles were shaky (I kept repeating, “You’re out of the water. You’re alive.”), but then we turned right onto the highway, I settled into my arrow bars and literally said out loud, “Let’s make some time.”
Fun fact: They mark your age in sharpie on your left calf in an Ironman race. Not sure why, but...
On Sunday, June 4, I completed my first (because there will be more) Half Ironman. 1.2 mile swim. 56 mile bike ride. 13.1 mile run.
Being my first IM, there’s a lot to process, especially as I didn’t think I’d be able to complete the race due to my hip injury. I am thrilled beyond all words that I finished and probably most proud of the fact that I have (as of yet) to get the IM tattoo splattered across, you know, my face.
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