Archives for August 2010

Civilization felt a million miles away but I could see signs that other humans had also touched the very spot I’d reached. I was a short 5 miles on the dirt trail, enjoying beautiful hillside views, and feeling like I was the only one in the world — except for the occasional response to my check in texts.

I never go out this long so late in the day. In doing so, I felt vulnerable to [?] — I’m not exactly sure. Perhaps animals. Mostly, I felt that if I were to fall (as I’ve been known to do on occasion) that it might be many hours before anyone were to find me.

By the time I reached this spot, the pull to turn back towards trails-more-traveled was strong. I figured I could return to the starting point and, if time allowed, add on my usual 5 mile loop. But the sun was already starting it’s decent at that point and I was low on fluids, without GU, and feeling it. So I drove home to refuel. I downed some orange juice and a handful of trail mix, changed out of my sweaty jog bra, and took to the streets near home.

Although I felt even more vulnerable while running past a few kids who taunted a car into a bit of reckless driving, the rest of the pavement run was uneventful. And I can now check off my 16 mile training run. Next up: 18 miles.

For the most part, the serious of 3 short scrimmages felt like practice — which was exactly the intent. However, when the black and grey take the field, the rowdies come out of the woodwork and try to take the fun right out of it all. Our kids did a nice job of holding their own. Even the fans from the other game stood up, turned around, and watched our game for a bit.

Family and friends are slowly getting used to my obsession with photographing anything and everything — including them.

A while back, I overheard BoBo telling his friends “My Mom is like the paparazzi.” These days, he recognizes the value in preserving the moment or, more accurately, the value in Mom capturing a moment that he might like to add to his Facebook page.

However, on occasion I have received the hand-over-face attempt to skirt the photo in response to my paparazzi styling. I find that really annoying. I mean, seriously, there are times when I wish I had someone to capture the candid shots of me doing my thing be it running, playing, laughing, or just plain kicking back. Most shots of myself are self portraits and therefore do not have the candidness of photos taken on the sly.

Did you know that people actually hire their own personal paparazzi? Maybe I could be personal paparazzi to someone more appreciative. Or maybe I could hire one for myself.

Dressing for work in the summer is like dressing to spend the day in San Francisco. You must have layers as you never know how chilly it will be.

The jacket which I usually have at work was taken to football practice the other night. So today, I reached for the blanket which was given to me shortly after I was hired. It kept me warm but it also generated quite the collection of comments and queries.