I was doing a little catch up reading and ran across this amazing story. It is a newish project from the one red paper-clip guy. (If you don’t know what that is, you can check out that story as well.) If you have a little time to watch/read about the Store Buyout, I recommend it. It’s the perfect rabbit hole for a busy Wednesday morning. And really, there is more to it than first meets the eye.
In fact, the image at right is the original receipt from the purchase. I love that it is actually for sale.
This week was a seven miler. It is the longest I’ve run in a very, very, very long time. And I learned a few things on the way. 1. I need new shoes. Badly. Should have taken the hint when my knees started hurting before mile three. 2. You can really cover a lot of space in my town when going seven miles. I think I looped a whole section without even trying. What’s going to happen when I really have to go some distance? 3. Pandora has a sense of humor. Mile five was sponsored by Queen. That’s right, We Are the Champions, baby! Below are some images I took along the way.
I started thinking about where to run last night. Today is my long day, and I really think that I have maxed out how far my neighborhood can take me. I’m all for doubling back and looping around, but at seven miles I think I would just be running loop after loop.
Instead, I think that I’m going to see if J.D. will drop me off at one end of the Lakeshore Green-way and then I can run down to Jemison, loop around up to Montevallo and meet them at the park. Of course, first J.D. is gonna have to wake up.
In the meantime, we had an arborist come by the house yesterday to look at all the trees. After the Tornadoes last spring, there was no doubt that things needed to be better managed. But I waited to see, first, if the house would sale. Evil of me? I hope not. You have to understand that to have a person help you care for you trees long-term, not just some random guy come along and top them out, costs. Depending on how many trees you have and their health, it can cost between $1800-$4000 every 4 years. This is just one of the many things about home-ownership that gets glossed over. And it wasn’t something I wanted to spend the cash on if I needed the cash to then turn around and close on a new house. Now that we are staying, the hulking oaks and pecans in the back yard need some attention. I plan on getting some great pictures.
Now, for coffee cup two and to find the camelpack for the run today.
JD is going through a rough patch right now. And tonight I told him not
to worry, that’d I have his back for as long as possible. Whatever I could do to make it easier…
He scoffed, of course, said everything was ok. Evrything is not ok, but that is ok. Everything doesn’t always have to be ok. Everything doesn’t always have to be fine.
And the truth is I owe him. For almost three years he kept me anchored somewhere off the coast of Sanityland. I’m really good at smiling and pretending to get along. But most folks dont have to live with me. He did. He held up friendships when I couldn’t. He managed the money when I couldn’t. He took care of Bean when I couldn’t AND made it possible for me to not dread caring for her.
He doesn’t think I noticed. For a long time he was right. He was extraordinary. I’ve got his back.
Sorry about missing yesterday. I should have warned you that the beginning of the semester in this house is nutty. The beginning of the semester, in a year where JD has a new job and I am wrestling with an institutional review board for the first time, is mad crazy.
Time manag-what? That’s step two for people who have already admitted they have a problem. I’m still on step one.
In the meantime I have to thank Bean. The only reason I made it to run today was because she wanted so desperately to go to play at the gym. And, you know, since I was there anyway, might as well change, get on a treadmill, run.
Too much explanation would take away from the fantastical nature of this. I have heard that they also do duets and rounds. Seriously.
This post is not about weight loss. OK. That’s a lie. This post is totally about weight loss. I mean, what else is there really? As a kid, when you are the chubby kid anyway, your weight (its loss and gain) becomes the defining facet of your identity. All other parts are either colored by your weight or completely overruled by it. Nothing escapes the influence.
If you are a good writer, then it is only because you are trying to escape being overweight.
A good runner? Well you are obviously built for endurance, not speed.
Funny? Well we know that the chubby kids have to have a sense of humor.
You know the worst part of all of that? That’s the stuff you are telling yourself. Because whatever our friends, families and enemies are telling us, we are by far our own worst devils.
I learned a couple of hard lessons this weekend. The shallowest way to put it is that I am too old to do things like stay out until 3am. Why? Because years of training means I’m still going to wake up at 5:30. And no number of naps makes up for 2 hours of sleep. But the real lesson is that there are longer term consequences to my goals when I choose to do certain things. Lack of energy = stuff doesn’t get done. Sure, it was difficult yesterday to shake off what can only be described as a hangover of many levels. Yet the part that I’ve been obsessing over all day is the idea that I sabotaged myself. After a great Saturday morning, and a great race, I failed to follow through.
I let myself down. I gave into my worst tendencies of indulgence. I undid 2 weeks of effort.
And my devil has not let me forget it.
Today’s race turned out brilliantly. Bean was great. The race was well organized. It was incredibly hot and I was pushing 40lbs in front of me, but I still managed 13.5 minute miles. Fantastic. Check out the pictures below.
After losing my car keys, I finally make it to get my number.
All the folks in front of me.
All the folks behind me.
Bean waits patiently for the race to begin.
Bean was so good she got her face painted.
I. Am. So. Tired.
I’m not sleepy, mind you. Tired. Super-duper-mega-tired. Or to be more precise, my legs are. So I have a serious concern about tomorrow’s race. A concern that my legs, when presented with the prospect of running the Are U able 5K, will respond with “We are bleeping sorry but bleep, bleep the bleep were you bleeping bleep thinking after the bleeping bleep week you’ve bleeping bleep had? Next bleeping time, be bleeping nicer to us. Bleep.”
On the outside, of course, all you will see is me, walking. But rest assured, it’s going to be rated R in my internal dialog. You know, for strong language and adult themes.
In other news, the Zoo closes at 4:45. Chalking this up to “lessons learned the hard way.” Man that list is getting long.
On Saturday I will run my first 5K in almost 3 years. I’m excited and nervous. And because of a scheduling snafu I will not be alone. Bean will be with me, in the running stroller. I’ve promised that if she is good, she can run the last bit with me. Her first race. She is very excited about this.
It’s a small race so I fully expect to be near the end and therefore out of the way. That being said I did call and double check the stroller situation. Also, a tiny part of me doesnt want to
be the absolutely last person to cross the line.
So Saturday is a race, then lunch with Dad, then a Ben Folds show. Wow. Looks almost like I’m an adult. 😉