Stepping out and writing my story.

Things at my work have been in upheaval for the past few months, we have pretty much been placed in a bag and shaken with the parts falling where they may.  Long story short, my supervisors and friends to boot were performing a task that some people felt violated policy and even law.  They were placed on leave pending an investigation and those of us who were left have been trying to wade through the much ever since.  For the past few months I have dreaded going to work feeling like it was the worst task I could have.  In fact I was looking forward to missing work to go to the dentist to have my teeth worked on a few times in the past few weeks.

Fast forward to the last few weeks there has been some direction and light shed on all of us and instead of taking the “this still sucks” approach I have been looking at this as a new opportunity with great opportunity and possible reward for me.  I am going way outside of my normal comfort levels and applying for jobs well above where I would have imagined in the past.  And you know what?  I get the feel from those who would be doing the hiring that I have a decent shot at getting hired pending the interviews.  I really think that changing my thinking and attitude has made these opportunities possible for me.  Open doors and fresh horizons instead of another disappointment and failed interviews.  2 different worlds.

In many ways I am taking this approach to my physical activities as well.  I am starting to look differently at my running, working out and self care as well.  There is a great big world of opportunity and chance out there and only I can write my own story, and that is what I am setting out to do.   I have to take chances to make chances, and that is not who I am wired to be but it is who I am trying to rewire myself to being.  I am not trying to put the cart in front of the horse or anything, but trying to be realistic and optimistic.  Fingers crossed and positive vibes.  Oh yeah, some yoga too.

And here are the obligatory photos.

 

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Bryan and ASU quarterback Taylor Kelly.

Bryan and ASU quarterback Taylor Kelly.

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The tunnel to the ASU locker room. The Tillman tunnel.

 

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Selling my Inov8 Bare Grip 200′s

They are a size 13, and I am only asking $60 for them. To see the listing go to http://therunchat.com/show-ad/?id=40 or send me an email. They are next to brand new. photo 1


First DNF

Went out to run the Elephant Mountain 35K and knew from the start that it was not a good day. Every breath and stride was labored and heavy. I never got in a rhythm and at the halfway turn around I felt like tossing cookies. It was the wurst race I have ever had. Thankfully the race director was driving back and was nice enough to give my sweaty, stinky self a ride back. I was really upset, disappointed and embarrassed to get a DNF after 10 years of slow but fruitful races. At least I got some nice pictures.

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Google translate for runners.

From Fleet Feet Sports St. Louis:

 

We runners are a different breed. We have our own language, our own sense of humor, our own little quirks that add subtle nuances to the running vernacular. Below is a guide to common phrases used by runners—and the true meanings behind the expressions. You could call it a Google Translate of sorts. You know, for the running crowd. 

“So, what pace are you hoping to run?”
Translation: “Are you competition?” 

“Oh, you’re from around here? What school did you go to? What year did you graduate?”
Translation: “Are you in my age group?”

“Me too!”
Translation: “You’re in my age group and I hate you.”

“So, what’s your PR?”
Translation: “I’m comparing myself to you, and suddenly my confidence in my own ability is somehow related to your best time.”

“Wow! That is really fast.”
Translation: “I didn’t think you were that fast.”

“Wow! That’s awesome.”
Translation: “I thought you were faster.”

“My training hasn’t been great.”
Translation: “Training has been my life for the past eighteen weeks.”

“I’m just hoping to finish.”
Translation: “I will PR or die.”

“Nice to meet you! Good luck!”
Translation: “My new goal in life is to beat you in this race.”

“I’ll try to hang with you as long as I can.”
Translation: “I will drive you into the ground.”

“I hit the wall hard. I don’t think I fueled properly.”
Translation: “I went out too fast.”

“I don’t know what happened.”
Translation: “I went out too fast.”

“I was on pace for the first twenty miles, but then I hit the wall. Training wasn’t great. I’ve been battling an injury. And I just got over being sick. Guess it all caught up to me.”
Translation: “I went out too fast.”

“I’m just running this race for fun.”
Translation: “My eternal happiness hinges on the outcome of this race.”

“Yeah, I did twenty this morning.”
Translation: “Can you believe I just ran twenty freakin’ miles? I’m amazing.”

“I’m starving!”
Translation: “I’m hungry because I just ran twenty freakin’ miles. I’m amazing.”

“My hamstrings got a little tight.”
Translation: “I’ve lost the ability to bend at the waist.”

“My Achilles has been acting up lately.”
Translation: “About ten weeks ago, I blew out my Achilles, but I’m still running on it.”

“I took some time off to let it heal.”
Translation: “I didn’t run last Thursday.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it looked at after the race.”
Translation: “I will wait for it to go away on its own.”

“Yeah, I should probably see a doctor.”
Translation: “I will not see a doctor.”

“I get irritable if I don’t run.”
Translation: “If I don’t run, I may or may not become homicidal.”

“Yeah, I enjoy running.”
Translation: “Let’s hope I never have to choose between running and my firstborn.”

“You run, too? That’s awesome. What distances do you like to race?”
Translation: “I sense a potential threat to my age group/gender placement.”

“That’s right at my pace!”
Translation: “It’s on, buddy. Bring it.”

“I’m not training for anything right now.”
Translation: “I’m always training.”

“Today was a recovery run, so I didn’t even pay attention to pace.”
Translation: “I know exactly how slow I ran, but I refuse to tell you because it is not representative of my ability.”

“Today is a light day, so I’m probably going to run six or eight.”
Translation: “I’m going to run six miles. But I usually run further. Why couldn’t you have asked me how far I ran yesterday after my long run?”

“The race went really well. I felt good.”
Translation: “I had the race of my life. Please ask for details. I want to tell you how awesome I am.”

“The race didn’t go well. But it happens, you know?”
Translation: “No, you don’t know. You will never, ever be able to comprehend how awful it was. I cried. I puked. I walked. I had diarrhea. My body hates me. The sport hates me. The world hates me. I trained for four months for this? WHY ME? WHY?

“I think I just need to take a break from training for a while.”
Translation: “I’ve already signed up for my next race.”

“It was really hot.”
Translation: “You don’t understand how hot it was.”

“It was really windy.”
Translation: “You don’t understand how windy it was.”

“It was really hilly.”
Translation: “You don’t understand how hilly it was.”

“I pushed hard the last two hundred meters. I almost peed my pants!”
Translation: “I totally peed my pants.”

“Yes, we should meet up for coffee tomorrow morning!’
Translation: “After I run.”

“Yes, let’s take the kids to the zoo on Saturday!”
Translation: “After I run.”

“I need to pick up some more GU.”
Translation: “I’m one gel packet away from an episode of Hoarders.”

“….point two. Twenty-six point two.”
Translation: “Seriously. Forget the ‘point two’ one more time, and I’ll be forced to punch you.”


Full on SWAG mode pops.

Full on SWAG mode pops.

 

I need this as my new alarm.

I need this as my new alarm.

Below is a PDF of ideas on how to get back in the training flow.  For those who are in that mode.

Get Your Training Mojo Back Post Race | Run Coaching, Ironman and Triathlon Specialists – Kinetic Re

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A few more photos.

Full on SWAG mode pops.

Full on SWAG mode pops.

I need this as my new alarm.

I need this as my new alarm.

Get Your Training Mojo Back Post Race | Run Coaching, Ironman and Triathlon Specialists – Kinetic Re


The heat is on

I know that pst of the Country is covered in freezing weather and snow, but here in the Southwest we are pushing 90 degrees this President’s day weekend.  Next weekend is the Elephant Mountain 35K, I had some ideas of trying the 50K, but in reality my training just wasn’t there. I am still thinking of the Mesquite Canyon 50K in March, but that last 5 miles is beast…from what I hear.  Later in March is the Crown King scramble 50K that I would really love to do because of its history, and challenge but the logistic of getting picked up there in Crown King is just too much.  I know there is a shuttle this year taking you back to Phoenix so I might consider that.

Last Sunday I set a PR in the half marathon, something that had evaded me for at least 3 years.  Funny thing is I wasn’t even trying to run that fast it was just that everything came together for me.  I do give a lot of credit to the UCan Super starch.  I will be using it next Saturday in the 35K.  Another thing is I ran the entire 15.5 miles with no music.  Listening to my body….hmmm.

Things are going to get pretty busy here now as the state soccer season is ramping up for my daughters team as they push towards the state Cup, and my sons tackle football team starts 2 a week practices this week then games on Fridays.  All of these activities make life seem to fly by, but I think they are worth it to give my kids a nice quality of life and activities that most of their friends parents don’t seem to want to be bothered with. Personal preferences I guess.

Pictures?  I got your pictures right here. The first one is to Celebrate the winter Olympics.  Go USA!

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US Men’s hockey jerseys BghV4b7IMAA0G5_.jpg-largeHere is how to keep busy when riding the train.

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Cool ass sculpture, out there somewhere.

 

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