Early in the week I acted in a non-routine way. The fall-out trickled into every day that followed. Who’d think that something a trivial as attaching a badge to a jacket instead of my pants would lead to such disruption? Each day, I found myself calling into the Mother Hen of the department to be let in until…
Archives for April 2010
music to my ears
When you think about owning a home, people forget to tell you about all the stuff that isn’t pleasant about home ownership.
Seemingly endless repairs, and property taxes are just a couple that immediately come to mind.
Fortunately, they do tell you about the many things that are pretty darn nice such as sitting in your back yard listening to birds sing, kids playing outside, and the lovely sound of wind chimes.
It’s music to my ears — especially after a long day.
These wind chimes were a birthday gift from the kids the year we moved into our new house. When I hear them singing to me, I can see the kids’ smiling faces — so pleased to have picked out the most perfect gift ever.
at o’dark thirty
Guess who got out of bed on time for the 6 am spinning class? Yup, ME! Of course, I am certain that I was the only one who was thinking about running the whole time I was peddling. I’m sure the instructor didn’t have that in mind when he set up his criterium simulated profile.
The simulation, however, worked well for me, allowing me a chance to visualize the Big Sur Marathon course with it’s ample supply of hills. I used the flat sections of the simulated “lap” to work on my leg turnover — trying to keep it steady and fast while meeting the instructor’s target HR of 85%. Each lap had two hills, one just slightly longer and steeper than the other. Of course it’s all done with a twist of a nob but I could see it so clearly. Boy oh boy, could I ever FEEL it.
By the 5th lap, I was pretty spent. I could hear the instructor call out to make this one count. I could practically taste the finish line at this point. I just needed to get over that last hill at mile 25. I cranked it up and hit it as hard as I could. The music in the room disappeared and bagpipes pushed me towards that finish.
We were then told not to ease up on the simulated downhill. For the first time since starting out, I could see the spectator’s lining the road. I turned it up a notch, watching my HR climb past 170 and bringing my cadence up ’til 120 blinked on the machine. And I kept it going until I heard the signal that I’d crossed the line.
“Beautiful” he said — which is exactly what you want to hear when you’ve gotten out of bed at 0’dark thirty. Okay, I’ll admit, I’d like to hear it more often than that. Anyway…
At this point, the simulated criterium was finished but class was not. We had 20 minutes left to hit a few more HILLS! Never mind that my mind had me collected up of food and hugs and walking to the car. So, instead of a short walk to the car, I imagined a longer one which included hills — painfully long hills (because I was walking them.)
Fortunately, I was happily basking in the feeling of success the entire time. Having got up at o’dark thirty, I had a whole day ahead of me to wallow in awesomeness.
just little bit of heaven
Within a few short miles of the office I can experience just a little bit of heaven.
cutting corners
I’ve always been sort of a rule follower. You know the type: Never crossing the road at the middle, putting my seatbelt on before turning the key, and absolutely NEVER drinking out of the carton. So, it’s probably no surprise that I am one who runs primary on the right side of the path, sometimes in the middle, and almost never cuts corners. I have no idea why. I guess I’ve always thought of it as cheating.
During my last marathon, I was reminded over and over and OVER to cut the corner rather than following the curve of the road around at the widest point. I guess it’s obvious that this would be the shortest and therefore fastest route but it’s not intuitive for me. I don’t normally train that way so why would I race that way?
Then I got to thinking… why don’t I train that way? When you think about it, in these days of GPS devices, if I were to cut my run short by even a tenth of a mile, Ms. Garminia would surely tattle on me. And so I have been making a concerted effort to train my brain to allow me to cut the corners — when it’s safe of course. Hopefully, it will help me to race smarter.