Pass the Weak, Hurdle the Dead

I've found my new running mantra. Or rather, my yoga instructor found it for me. She came to class today and said to me, "I found the perfect t-shirt for you this weekend. I saw it and thought, 'That's Dena.'" The slogan is, of course, PASS THE WEAK / HURDLE THE DEAD. I love it that my personality speaks strongly enough to her that she saw me in that shirt. Although, as Blair might point out, perhaps she didn't mean it as a compliment?

I did a quick search online for a technical tee that has not only the words, but the image of a runner on it. Haven't found it yet but I'll keep looking.

I must own this t-shirt. 

A Few Random Thoughts

I don't have enough for a full blog entry today so, like poor man's soup, I thought I'd toss a bit of everything in the pot and hope it comes out tasting good. Our ingredients:

  • As of this morning, I'm signed up to run the 2009 Chicago Marathon on October 11--four days before our 15th wedding anniversary.
  • A friend gave us tickets to the Greensboro Symphony, which we attended last night. Next door--and generating much more traffic--was a Monster Truck Rally. As we pulled up to the traffic cop, he took one look at us and said, "Symphony?" and pointed the way. (I could SO fit into a Monster Truck Rally if I wanted to.)
  • Neighborhood Superbowl Party today. I will probably eat my weight in chocolate and fried foods.
  • Speaking of food, the "You Bought It Now Eat It" week was a great success with the exception of the Red Lentil Load that was, in a word, nasty. Additionally, the dishes all seemed to have a high carb value - lots of pasta, potatoes, and rice. Maybe I could set aside an orange or something this month...
  • Blair and I are both spending today working before the Superbowl. Just not enough hours in the week to get what needs to be done, done.
  • Ran 11 miles yesterday which is the most I've managed since November's marathon. Good pace, felt great. 30 degrees and a windchill factor encourages one to pick up the pace. 
  • Novel writing begins tomorrow. Need to find time today to get organized.

That's it. Stir well and serve.

February: Novel Writing Begins

A writer friend and I made a pack in early January that, come February, we would both consciously devote time to working on our novels. We've been discussing how, exactly, each of us will make time for this endeavour. What I have come up with is this:

  • I will spend a minimum of two hours each morning novel writing.
  • I will not check e-mail, blog, or post on Facebook or Twitter until novel writing time is complete
  • I will produce a minimum of 1500 new words each day. Editing is to be kept to a minimum or non-exsistent.
  • I will write Mon-Fri. Ideally we'll each get in an hour of writing time on Saturday, but it is optional depending on schedules. Sunday is a rest day.
  • My friend and I will report weekly on our progress. *We are allowed two "pass" days a month where life interferes and we just can't get to the writing.

I'm hoping to spend closer to 3-4 hours per day on creative writing time, but edits to my cat book are coming in and I need to allow time to edit/rewrite portions of that.

I recognize that what I've written above is the dieter's equivalent of declaring, "I will eliminate all refined sugar from my diet, go to the gym 6 days a week, and not snack between meals until I am a size 2."

And yet... I have hope the schedule will stick. It's two hours first thing in the morning. It's a matter of sticking to it for a month so the habit forms. Blair asked what I would do facilitate the above behaviors and other than sheer force of will, what I came up with is that I'll check e-mail right before I go to bed at night, just to assure myself nothing urgent is waiting for me, and I'll turn off my computer's Internet connection at night so it's not hooked up in the morning when I sit myself down, tempting me with e-mail and Facebook.

Will it work? I've been dieting for years and am not anywhere near a size 2 so a pessimist would say, "no." But I luv me a new schedule and routine. And I've felt an internal shift that has said, "You're ready to work on the novel."

Ready or not, February, here I come.

Invasion of the Snails

About a month ago we noticed a tiny snail in our fish tank. We guessed he'd arrived unnoticed on a new plant we'd just added to the tank. He was cute. And fast. Little snail dude could make some time as he scooted around the tank.

I mentioned to my yoga instructor that we had a snail and she warned me to be careful. "I think they can reproduce on their own," she said.

Naturally, I ignored this.

Fast forward 3 weeks. Our little snail dude has gotten quite big and we're attached to him--he's part of the tank. Then we notice a baby snail dude hanging out next to him. Had the snail reproduced? Nah, we decided. We'd put yet another plant in the tank and figured this snail also had hitched a ride. Two snails--how fun!

Yesterday evening: I walk by the tank, stop, and go back. I lean in to examine the rock. Guess what? Covered in snails. I stopped counting when I got to eight. Blair came home from work and I welcomed him with the words, "We've got a snail problem."

Here's the bad part: we got rid of them. All of them, including our big buddy, First Snail. I haven't reconciled the hypocritcal part of me that does animal rescue with the fact that I'm willing to trash snails to keep my tank clean. I went online and did some reading and pet stores won't take them. What does one do with snails? I feel bad but apparently not bad enough to put up with snails. I just didn't see an end in sight. How many snails would 8-12 snails produce in a week? A month? A year? The only way we saw to keep the tank was to make a clean start.

I'm sorry, little snails. I enjoyed your brief time with us.

We'll be checking those plants a whole lot closer in the future.