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MCM Review

2011-10-31T15:57:00.000-07:00

Well, as you can tell, I spared you the training details for this marathon. In a nutshell, I ran more than I have ever run and chafed in places I did not know were humanly possible to chafe. So there. That's my training recap.

Yesterday was the big race and this is the first time I have sort of relived the event. I arrived in DC on Wednesday and spent the week in meetings for work. I didn't want to drive up there and then drive home to turn around and drive right back. I also didn't want to drive myself since I knew I wasn't going to be physically able to drive home. Here is how I managed: Ride up on Wednesday with co-workers, Have co-workers drop me off at a friend's after the conference, Get picked up by running partner's husband/our coach for race activities, Ride back with running partner with her hubs driving. It was a bit complicated but I managed...mostly.

Since my conference was over early Friday, I made my way to visit college buddy Stephanie Culberson Strand. Of course, she was at work until late. Luckily, my buddy from kindergarten (Yes, you read that correctly. Don't you love Facebook?) was off for the day and he now lives there. So he scooped me up for lunch and the meal turned into an entire afternoon of visiting. It was great to catch up with Matt and see what is new in his world. We have been friends for so many years and even when I moved to VA, we managed to keep up via email. I love hearing his stories about his very cool job. I hooked back up with Steph and spent an evening catching up with her. I really need to go North more often. That's a new goal.

Saturday morning, the Robinsons scooped me up from Steph's and we headed to the Expo to pick up our stuff. Riding into the city got me really excited for the race. I couldn't wait to run by everything and see the sites on foot. Since this is "The People's Marathon" there are a million people that run it. Well, a million is a bit of an exaggeration but about 30-40k do it. You can imagine the crowd at the Expo. Our wait wasn't as long as others since we were there shortly after they opened. Nonetheless, LOTS of people. I managed to do some damage in the retail therapy portion of the Expo and spent the rest of the day relaxing and eating. These are two things I am VERY good at. However, in the afternoon it began to snow. At first it was just a little and then it really started to come down...and stick. I just knew then I wouldn't be prepared. I didn't have snow gear for running! Of course, my concern led me to over dress.

The next morning we were out the door at 5:30am Metro bound and eventually getting off at Pentagon station. It was pretty cool to walk around there and it was a forever walk to the starting festivities. We waited at the port-o-potty for that last minute empty and then got to the start just in time. I was so excited when our corral crossed the start. The road was lined with soldiers holding flags from all over the world. I have a tendency to start off fast and Karen has to slow me down, but no problem this time. So many people and several hills kept me in check.

The first quarter seemed to be regular driving roads with LOTS of hills. That stupid elevation map is a bit deceiving. I did not prepare for all of that. Then we went into a park which didn't have much crowd support and then we were back in the city. It was really cool to run through Georgetown and very tempting to make a few shopping stops. Fortunately, no one was open yet. The very best was running through the mall and passing all of the museums and seeing different monuments along the way. I was thankful Karen had spent some years in DC so she could give me the local's tour. I felt good and we were ahead of our goal. I was certain I could beat last marathon's time.

Around mile 11, I discovered a very sharp pain in the back of my right knee. That made me nervous since we weren't even halfway. It was very bizarre because I didn't feel it when I ran, only when I walked. So, it was motivation to keep running. Plus, you look around and see all of these military men running with 50 pound packs on their back and you think, "What am I whining about? I'm not carrying a thing!" It went away by the time we "Beat the Bridge."

The bridge at mile 20 is when the 5 hour group passed me. Karen was already struggling with some stomach issues and I figured I could catch the pace group. I was within viewing distance for about 2 miles and then it happened. The moment you hear about but I had never experienced: The Wall. I switched up my "eating" schedule at the race and I'm extremely upset with myself over that. I was mentally done at mile 22 and I wasn't sure my legs could keep going. If someone I knew had driven by and offered me a ride, I would have taken it. In fact, I was secretly praying it would happen. I pushed through for about 2 miles and grabbed a Dunkin' Donuts munchkin at mile 24. I felt better, had a little talk with myself, and decided I could make it 2 more miles. I was good for another mile and a half and then I started to struggle again. Being that close and struggling was such a disappointment. When I saw the hill to Iwo Jima, the finish line, I wanted to just scream. All I could think was "DAMN MARINES! Always have to prove something." I struggled up the hill and stumbled over the finish. I looked at my watch to discover a 5:08 finish.

Talk about disappointment. That pitiful finish ruined my entire race experience. I mean, I realize it shouldn't. I finished and that was really the most important thing but for me I wanted to do this better than I did before. I thought I had prepared myself to shave time but found myself performing worse than I expected. I'm not on the high I was on for Shamrock and other than the fact that I can't sit on the toilet without bracing myself on the sink and I'm walking extremely slow and calculated, I don't feel like I ran a marathon. I'm trying to snap out of it and remember the fun first 22 miles of the race, but it is amazing how the last 4 can taint the whole thing.

Before the race, I said it would be awhile if/when I do this again. Now I am bound and determined to do it again and perform better. I will not go out with such a poor time. I plan to go back to the basics starting with 5ks. I'm going to do a few of those and work on my speed until a 9:30 pace is a normal Saturday morning long run. Then I'll work up until I'm ready for 26.2 again. Couldn't tell you when that will be or what city it will be in, but I'm not done. Right now, I just wish I could be proud of finishing this one.

Catch Up

2011-09-11T11:26:00.001-07:00

So, I realize I have gotten even more slack in my blog postings. My apologies. Here's a little entry to catch you up.

Smocking - I attended my first smocking guild meeting last week. Yes, I said guild. I discovered the "younger" members show up for the evening program which makes sense. I spent the evening with ladies that all have children my age. The meeting was discuss the year's programs and they have offered to teach me whatever I want to learn. I'm super excited! So, first project is an adorable little dress that I need to find fabric for and a smocking plate. I'm sending the finished product to my cousin for her little girl's wardrobe. I can't wait!

Irene - She got us all nervous and then she chilled out before she hit us. Thankful for no damage. It was pretty uneventful except that I was sucked into watching local weather for about 12 hours straight. That was torture...

Training - I'm well into my training schedule for Marine Corps. This time, the focus is a little different. Before, I was training to finish...alive. This time, we have taken on a speed training component. Apparently, there is a running theory called "Yassos 800m". Some dude named Yasso says that your 800m time can predict your marathon time. For example, if you can do 10 x 800 in 4 minutes and 30 seconds, then you can run a marathon in 4 hours and 30 minutes. So, that is what we are working towards. Each week we add an 800 until we reach 10. Last week we did 6. I have requested that we make a celebratory pit stop at Cold Stone Creamery after we complete the 10 x 800. I have to have something to work towards!

So, that is my life these days: sewing and running with an occassional hurricane scare. Hopefully, I won't wait so long to check back in again.

Smocking Success

2011-07-24T15:12:00.001-07:00

My smocking fascination has really blossomed. I have completed 2 classes and anxiously anticipate my final class in a few weeks. I continue to be the youngest person in attendance and realized last class I am also the only person that does not require reading glasses to see the work. In fact, a few of the ladies had their regular glasses AND their reading glasses. I don't mind though. It's kind of cool to hang with grandmas for a few hours.

Below is my sampler I am working on for class. We have learned most of the basic geometric stitches and I really enjoy practicing while watching my evening Criminal Minds episodes. Perhaps making adorable things for little babies helps to deter fear while watching serial killers on rampage. Or perhaps I'm dreaming of making these items for my love child with Dr. Reid. Either one could be true or both false. Nonetheless, I'm loving the stitching.

I figured with the knowledge I had gained (and numerous web tutorials and videos) I could attempt a project. I wanted to do a dress. However, I need a pattern and probably a little more experience on the sewing machine. I decided that a bonnet would be easier than a dress and give me an opportunity to get comfortable with construction post smocking. After reading a few articles and blogs online, I learned that gingham is the easiest to learn on for pleating and stitching. I had recently made some gingham napkins for my neighbor and had leftovers. BONUS!

I went to my fabric store and purchased some lace trim and ribbon to make this happen. I learned to hand pleat while watching TV and then found a FREE smocking plate (pattern) online that I played with a little bit. This bonnet is by no means fancy, but I think it was a good first try. I even taught myself to do what is called "bullion knots" to hold the ribbon in place on the sides. I'm pretty proud of this.

Since I don't have a kid, I had to use someone else to model. Mr. Bear was hesitant since he's a boy, but he cooperated. I would like to think a kid's head would be a little bigger than Mr. Bear's. It should fit a child in the size range of 0-3 months.

Last week I ordered a bubble pattern since that one can do double duty: boy or girl. I'm really excited to get it in the mail and try something a little more substantial. And if you play your cards right, perhaps I will send something smocked your way.

Our final class will be on picture smocking and I feel like that will be best used with little boys. Two of my VAB girlfriends just had little boys, so I can't wait to put something together for them soon. Plus, I love bishop necklines and this pattern includes that too! I love hobbies...

Oh, and you may wonder who gets the first bonnet. I'm keeping this one. :)

Southeastern Patriotic Tour

2011-07-10T16:59:00.000-07:00

A few months ago I decided to enter the Atlanta Peachtree Road Race lottery on a whim. I'm not sure if I was more interested in "winning" a lottery or running a new race. Regardless, I got in. So, I decided to make a little trip of it. I called it my Southeastern Patriotic Tour. I haven't got a picture to prove any of these details, but trust me. I do not lie.

I left right after work on the Thursday before the 4th and drove to my folks house. From there, we traveled to my sister's house in TN the next day. I don't make it home too often, so I was pretty pumped to just be there again. My last few trips I have started a little tradition to visit with Sarah Washington Bragg and Kylee Miller Rayfield. I met these girls in the 7th grade in Pre-Algebra, so it is pretty cool to catch up with them 20+ years later. Sarah just renovated an old home, so we met there for a little coffee and chatting. Her home is gorgeous!

Well, since I'm in training I had to at least get a long run in over the weekend. So I attempted the hilly Cleveland terrain. Holy Cow I forgot about all the hills! And since my hometown is so tiny, I was able to see it ALL in 10.5 miles. Once I freshened up from the run, off the fam went to the ATL.

Most of my favorite people live in Atlanta and I was able to see many of them. My family hit up Stone Mtn and met with Ali and Jeff Krizner for a little picnic. Then the Dixon 4 joined about a million other people and watched the laser show and spectacular fireworks display. I've been to that laser show a lot as a kid and always felt like it was the same year after year after year. I can assure you, this year is different. So, make a trip!

One of my girlfriends from VAB recently moved to the ATL and her apartment was prime location for the race start. She went home to VA but allowed me to spend the night in her place. This was absolutely perfect! Joanna stayed with me and I was able to walk to the start no problem.

The purpose of this whole trip revolved around a few early morning hours on July 4th. I honestly wasn't sure what to expect in the PRR but admit I was pleasantly surprised. It was my first race to run alone. I normally meet people at the start or ride in with folks but this one was completely solo. I had an idea where the race was starting but when you are joining 60,000 other people it is guaranteed you can just follow the crowds. I did that and they didn't let me down. Once I found my corral I went on in and just hung out. Fortunately, they provided water at each corral. I just sipped and waited. I also learned that this was the largest 10k in the WORLD.

I met a nice lady right before the start also running alone. We ran together for the first 2-3 miles and that was nice. The race spectators were just as excited to be there as the runners. That blew my mind. I didn't even listen to music the entire way because I didn't want to miss anything that was going on at the sidelines. I loved all the excitement and hope to get in again next year.

I was super pumped to have Joel, Joanna, and Kelly on the sidelines and heard them cheer when I ran past. Afterwards, Joel and Jo scooped me up to have brunch with Whatup and Kit. I love seeing these folks and really enjoyed the little bit of time we had to catch up.

Shortly after my race, I met up with my folks and headed back to SC. I was able to spend another day with them and then back to VA I went. It was a much needed trip and I was very thankful to have made it. Life is changing for me in VA, and I believe that this trip has provided the encouragement that I need right now. Thanks for everything, friends and family.

And that, readers, is a rundown of the 2011 Southeastern Patriotic Tour. I didn't get t-shirts made this year. But if starts to be a regular 4th of July occurrence, I'm getting shirts with dates and venues on the back. And if you would like a place in the 2012 Tour, just let me know!

Smocking Delight

2011-06-19T11:29:00.001-07:00

For whatever reason, I have this unusual admiration for smocking. I love the little dresses created for little girls and the craftsmanship behind it. It really is a lost art. Most folks think I'm crazy since I don't have children but have a desire to learn skills mostly used for children. Well, the way I see it, you can't wait until you have children to learn. I'm making the most of my childless days to learn something I hope to use in the future.

I shared my smocking adoration with a friend to find out her husband's grandmother has connections to the Seaside Smocking Guild. This is a group of women in the area that smock. I wasn't sure if I was more excited to learn about a smocking group or to be connected to a guild of any sort but her grandmother sent an email with all the points of contacts I needed to learn to smock. Just my luck, they were beginning a summer series to teach smocking...FOR FREE. SCORE!

I attended my first class on Saturday and I am super excited to learn all things smocking. It is no surprise I was the youngest person there...by at least 20 years (and I think 20 is being optimistic). Nonetheless, I think I was an interesting sort to them when they learned I have no children and just want to learn the needlework.

These pics are just my first sampler, so far. I'll update it as we learn new stitches. I think it will end up with a duck in the middle. This is just an insert and may never actually be inserted into any article of clothing, but it will be fun to put together.

I just need to start pleating some of my own fabric. The machines are ridiculously expensive, so I'm going to start teaching myself with some gingham scraps I have. Wish me luck!

Sewing, Sewing, Sewing!

2011-06-19T10:59:00.000-07:00

I've picked up a new hobby over the last few months. Before March I had tried making a few easy items, but I officially learned to sew by taking a course in my community. My gal pal from work joined me and we successfully completed a skirt that was actually worn to work.

Well, the class piqued by curiosity about all things sewing and motivated me to attempt new

projects.

My cousin gave me a set of pillowcases so that I could try my hand (and sewing machine) at a pillowcase dress. I made one for her little girl and one for my neighbor's little girl. These things are so stinkin' easy I could make them all day long. I've grown quite fond of the pillowcase dress construction and I find myself looking at pillowcases where ever I go.

I found this material for like a buck fifty and thought I could come up with some sort of summer apparel. I made this shirt for weekend wear without a pattern and using the little bit of knowledge I have gained on a few other projects and internet tutorials. This even fits properly!!

My mother helped me put this little madras nightie together. This is where I learned the art of gathers. I sort of like gathers.

Since I'm a big fan of fat quarters, I have started to make crayon rolls for the various children of co-workers. I was really into these until I grew tired of sewing the little rows for the crayons. I think I'm done with those for a while.

I have more fabric than I know what to do with and currently am under restriction from fabric stores until I complete the projects that I already own material. This has created an interesting motivation and I've made progress. Got any ideas of things I can construct with fabric and a needle?

Not your Grandma's Trail

2011-06-11T15:04:00.000-07:00

This morning I participated in my first ever trail run. Sure, we run trails on Saturday mornings, but we live in the flatlands. Our trails are flat in comparison to anywhere outside of here.

When Karen and I started to plan our Marine Corps training schedule, we stumbled on an inexpensive 21k in Richmond. "Coach" encouraged us to do it since it would be good on our legs. We registered a few months ago and to be honest, have done very little to train. Karen and Tim ran a half a few weeks ago, so the distance wasn't going to be an issue for them. I, on the other hand, hadn't run more than 10 miles since March. We were pretty confident it would be a "run/walk" kind of race, so I didn't sweat it too much.

To be quite honest, I wasn't altogether certain what I had gotten myself into. The website had little description and the pictures did not do it justice. At the start, it was a pretty typical sort of road race to get us to the trails. There was some crazy Mayan like staircase we carefully climbed and I was just certain I would get poison ivy at this point. Our last portion of the "road" race we ran through a tunnel, the sort you see under bridges, that was pretty dark with water streaming through and rocks lining the bottom. It was here that my race changed. Eager to get to the light, I ran rather carelessly and landed on the outside of my right foot. Immediately I thought, "Oh no! We just started! This cannot happen." It was more shock than pain but it stung. Runners behind me helped me climb the next wall so that I could get to the water station and just relax for a second. I was bound and determined to finish, pain or not. Thankfully, it was mostly irritated and not painful. So, a decided to take it even slower than planned. It's always better to finish last than not to finish.

I think it took me about 6 miles to settle into a decent rhythm. This was 3 miles after "the incident" and at this point we didn't have to step aside so the elite runners could pass us on their 2nd loop. We made friends with the back of the pack crew and had a great time running up, then running down, then round and back up, down, round...You get the idea. Lots of switchbacks but it was really awesome. I'm terrified of heights, so I wasn't thrilled with having to run across and narrow cement bridge without rails over a stream. Thankfully, I didn't fall.

The race included climbing boulders and a small gorge hopping. I'm glad I didn't know what to expect because I think it could have discouraged me from trying it. Typically, I rely on music the last few miles to carry me to the finish in a road race but headphones aren't aloud on trails. I understand why, but I was nervous about what I would have to "entertain" me when I needed it. Funny thing was I didn't need anything. My mind was completely engaged the entire race and I didn't even realize how long we were out there. That was my favorite part.

Once I crossed the finish line and literally hosed myself off, I made a stop at the medical tent for ice. About this time my ankle looked like it swallowed a golf ball. Still no pain, but definitely irritated. I can't believe I ran almost 10 miles on a sprained ankle! Here's what the ole' ankle looked like after two adorable firemen wrapped and iced it.

Overkill? Yes, definitely. I would have thought they knew what they were doing a little better. Oh well, it helped with the swelling and don't you worry that ice bag didn't move the entire hike to the car!

I would definitely do another trail run, but probably not for awhile. We are scheduled to begin marathon training on Monday, but it looks like this girl is going to have to postpone until Tuesday or Wednesday. I'm RICEing (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevate) it for a few days.

BTW, I'll catch you guys up on little ole' me soon. Sorry it has taken so long, but aren't you excited to read my marathon journey this time? I finished Shamrock in 4:59:43 with a goal just to finish. This time the goal is 4:30. Stay tuned!

A very special root veggie

2011-02-14T16:48:00.000-08:00

How often do you walk by this little guy in the produce department and never even consider it? I cannot count the times I overlooked this root vegetable. I mean, what do you do with it? And doesn't it taste like licorice? I can't stand licorice!

My curiosity got the best of me when my recent Clean Eating magazine came to my door. They featured the lesser known edible and stated, "If you're still unsure about trying fennel because you're not a licorice lover, put your mind at ease..." OK. I was convinced. Because everything you read is truth, right? So, I bought a pair of fennel bulbs for the test.

Roasted Fennel with Parmesan
2 large fennel bulbs, sliced into 4-8 wedges
Sea salt and ground black pepper, to taste
1 T. Olive Oil
1/3 cup grated parmesan cheese

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
Fill a large pot halfway with water and bring to a boil. Add fennel wedges and cook for 5 minutes. Drain well and let cool slightly. Place in a square pan. Sprinkle with salt and pepper, then toss with oil.
Cook in oven for 30 minutes or until fennel pierces easily with a fork. Sprinkle with Parmesan and roast for another 5 minutes. Serve immediately.

The smell alone is rather intoxicating when slicing and that hint of anise at your first taste is amazing. I have ventured into the world of fennel and my life will never be the same.

Fennel, Happy Valentine's Day. I love you!

Reading Nook

2011-02-02T17:17:00.000-08:00

If you knew me in college, then you can recall this chair. It began as my parent's living room chair but became mine when I moved in at 20th Street. I recovered it this crazy yellow fabric to match my crazy bright blue couch. My style then was whimsical and colorful. It was college and I wasn't ready for "adult decorating." I brought the chair with me to VAB but hid it in a spare room. I wanted to use it again but just not in this shape. Both my style and taste have changed since college, needless to say.

I officially divorced the chair and ottoman a few weeks ago. The chair now lives in my bedroom and the ottoman will live in my living room once a few changes are made. I'll update you on those updates, but first the chair.

For a while, I have envisioned a little reading nook in my bedroom using the yellow chair. I weighed my options of recovering it, either by myself or hiring it out, or using a slip cover. My financial situation said "Slip cover." I purchased a black slip cover right after Christmas as the first step towards my dream reading nook.

I wanted to use my new love for sewing to dress up this little corner. Since I love houndstooth, I decided to make a pillow to use with my new favorite fabric pattern. I had a small side table I decided to use but needed to add something to cover the top. Its original top didn't match at all. My mother suggested using the leftover houndstooth and a solid color to make a small runner. I made that this weekend with scraps I found around my sewing corner. A reading lamp was purchased on sale and Chip finally hung a picture tonight.

I'm pretty excited about this little corner of my room. Now, I wonder if the reading nook will inspire me to, well, read.

It's an addiction...

2011-02-01T16:52:00.000-08:00

Bread. Since receiving the book, I have made 4 loaves.

First off, the book arrived on my doorstep a full day prior to the expected delivery day. That was pretty exciting! I opted to spend the evening reading up on the method, make the dough the next day, and bake my first loaf the following day. Well, I made the dough right after work and let it rise for the evening. Around 8:30pm, the curiosity overtook me. I had to make bread immediately! And I did. The aroma in my home was amazing and the excitement that I made bread was incredible. It could have been Christmas morning for a 6 year old to see my reaction to yummy artisan bread coming out of my oven. Albeit, I was alone so there are no witnesses.

The first loaf was pretty good but a bit denser than I would prefer. The book says your first loaf from a batch will not taste the same as the last loaf. Boy were they right! I made the other loaf a few days later and it was better than anything you would ever purchase at a store.

This new found interest is entirely too easy to execute and may be my downfall. But on the upside, it definitely fueled me for my latest long run without any complications. So, learning to make my own bread may be just what the doctor ordered for Marine Corps training. Of course, that won't start until July-ish but those details aren't really important...right?

It's only appropriate...

2011-01-23T16:45:00.000-08:00

As Christmas approached this year, I had grand plans of making lots of baked items and giving away to everyone I knew. Well, that didn't happen. As a result, I have more flour and powdered sugar than I know what to do with. So, I've been mulling over "items that require flour" since the beginning of the year. And then it hit me.

As you read from my last post, I made the greatest purchase of my life (so far) last Saturday. Yet to disappoint, I have already made 2 yummy soups and prepping for another one this week. Well, what goes well with soup? B-R-E-A-D.

I was reading Casey's blog this week and she referenced a new bread cookbook.

I was curious. Could bread really be prepared in 5 minutes a day? What's the gimmick? Well, I decided to go look through the pages at my local Barnes & Noble to see what this book was all about. I walked away knowing it would be the perfect accompaniment to my new Dutch oven. Tonight I ordered it from Amazon and it should arrive on Wednesday. That gives me just enough time to purchase the 2 items I do not currently own to make my first boule: yeast and an oven thermometer.

Remember the "Year of Pies" (which turned out to be the "5 Months of Pies")? I hereby declare 2011, the "Year of Artisan Bread."

Best Purchase of 2011...so far

2011-01-16T15:33:00.000-08:00

For my last birthday, Chip surprised me with a very hefty gift card for Williams-Sonoma. Does he know me or does he know me? At first, I wasn't sure if I should buy several small items (as if I have the space to store them all) or put it towards a big purchase. I decided that I would save some money and purchase an item I have dreamed of owning for more than 5 years, a Le Creuset dutch oven. Well, I had a number of "needs" come up between September and December so the purchase never came to be. For Christmas, Chip's parents gave me another W-S gift card and told me to use it towards my dutch oven. Now the oven was in an affordable, I-can-go-buy-it-whenever price range. I've had it on my to-do list since then but whenever I was in the W-S area, I would forget to run by there or it would be after they closed. Plus, I needed to decide what color I wanted.

Saturday night Chip and I had dinner reservations in the W-S area with the Barfords. I decided I would stop by there on my way to meet him. Still uncertain of the color, I figured I would just look at what was available and make up my mind.

I walked into the store and went straight to the Le Creuset display. They had 3 colors: Cobalt Blue, Red, and a Greenish color they call Ocean. I wasn't wild about any of them. Then I looked at the prices. Apparently, when I looked online, they were on a discounted sale. These were significantly more than I expected. With my head hung low, I decided I would just walk around the store since I was there. As I glanced around the store, it was as if a light shone from above pointed me to a SALE table. Probably very similar to the North Star pointing shepherds to the Savior's birth. I speedily walked over, dodging an elderly woman on the way to see what the table had in store. Orange box after orange box were stacked on the table. One of the employees walked over to see if I needed help and informed me they were the discontinued colors that needed to be moved. I almost immediately heard the Hallelujah chorus and I could not stop smiling. I opened every box to see which one would become my new best friend. I had hoped they had the dijon mustard one but I was pleasantly surprised when I opened a box to see a 5 1/2 quart dutch oven in the color Flame (read: Volunteer Orange).

This was it! This was the one! Not only was it perfect, but also perfectly priced. It was marked more than $120.00 less than suggested retail price. Thank you, Jesus!

I went to the register to purchase beaming. I informed the lady this was my first. All the employees were commenting on how I got the perfect one for my first and how much they loved the color. She looked at me smiling and assured me, "Honey, this won't be your last." I sure hope so. I. Sure. Hope. So.

I couldn't make this up...

2010-12-27T10:47:00.000-08:00

For those of you West of the Eastern Seaboard, we have a serious snow situation. And when I say serious, I mean 10-15 inches of snow depending on location. Yesterday in South Carolina, I had no idea what was taking place north of me. Prior to leaving I checked the web and it looked like VAB would get about 6 inches of snow and I-95 was clear. Thinking that I needed to get back so I could get to work on Monday, I left SC and headed to Hampton Roads. This is the first decision in my life that I am deeply disappointed in myself for making.

The web had been truthful and I-95 was pretty clear. There was snow falling but the roads had no accumulation or other drivers for much of it. I figured I could roll into VAB around 3 and beat sundown. About 50 miles from my destination, I was stuck on Hwy 58 not moving with well over 7 hours in the car. I was 7 miles from interstate and certain once I was there it would be smooth sailing. Sitting still I heard a pop and smoke began to exit from the hood. I had no idea what to do so I just turned my car off in the middle of the road. We weren't moving, so I wasn't going to try to get out of the way. I completely lost it, certain I would be stranded in the cold and already feeling somewhat claustrophobic from the bumper to bumper traffic. What happened next reminded me of my favorite movie as a kid, Adventures in Babysitting.

Before I could really get a bearing on what had happened, a wrecker pulled up in front of me and the guy got out. He wasted no time and told me to call my insurance and he would start hooking me up. I was so confused and uncertain of what would happen that I could not stop crying. The wrecker driver, Adam, got in and then started to try to figure out what to do with me. At first he was angry that I got stuck and yelled at me for crying. And he sweared A LOT. None of that helped the situation and only increased the tears. He informed me that he couldn't take me home because the bridges were closing and many of the exits were doing the same. I had to find a place to go that side of the High Rise Bridge and I could not think of anywhere. I just started calling people that I thought were in the area. In the process, he assured me he wouldn't leave me in the cold and told me I would just ride around with him until I could figure out where to go.

Sitting shotgun in a 30,000 pound wrecker, my mind started to wander. My first thought was Adventures in Babysitting and I knew if I opened his glove box, there would be a gun. And if he wanted to go check on someone's house I was toast! Then I began to think of all the Criminal Minds episodes I watch every night. That did not help my sanity. Sure he was in a legit truck, but how did I know he hadn't hijacked the real driver and he was picking up innocent victims to drive away and kill? I just began to pray that everything would work out and that I would be safe and warm somewhere that night. I managed to warm Adam up to the idea of me hanging out with him for a bit and after he yelled at me and made me cry more, he got soft. By the end of the trip, he was trying to joke around with me and I think he enjoyed the company. After numerous phone calls, I managed to track down a friend from high school that lived 1 exit away from the wrecker service. We arranged a meeting spot and he dropped me off with Haley's husband. When I exited the wrecker, I hugged him. I'm not sure he knew what to do with that since he just stood there, but I was so grateful for him.

I spent last night with the McPhail's and their hospitality is extremely appreciated. This morning Haley's husband drove me to my car to retrieve the contents and then drove me to my house. I'm home now, but sans car. Right now, I'm just praying for an inexpensive fix and life to return to normalcy soon. I've had a number of inconveniences in the last 2 months, so I'm a bit exhausted.

The whole situation has really done a number on me emotionally. First of all, I wish with every fiber of my being I had stayed in SC. I could have spent a few more days with my family and enjoyed it post Christmas stresses. I always get emotional leaving their home and wish I had more time with them. Second, I'm in awe of how awesome God is. Adam insisted that if I hadn't been in the middle of the road, he wouldn't have stopped. And we all know on a normal travel day it takes a while to get a wrecker. Even if my car hadn't broke down, I wouldn't have made it home if everything truly did shut down. And just before the pop, I told my dad I was done. I wanted to just pull over and quit. I drove for 7 hours white knuckled and teary eyed most of the way, and I was exhausted.

I learned 2 things out of this:
1) You are never too cautious. Safety is more important than anything else. And if people want to call you a pansy, just remember the time I got picked up by a wrecker in a snow storm. I'm never driving in snow again.
2) Even when you make poor decisions, the Lord doesn't leave you stranded. He always provides, even if it is a grumpy old man that gets mad at you for breaking down. In the end, that mean old man turns out to be an angel.

2011 Race Calendar

2010-12-12T16:56:00.001-08:00

My running partner and I have been trying to decide what 2011 will look like for our running careers. Neither one of us wanted to make any decisions since Richmond. Well, I received the following email from her this week:

"Wishy Washy Running Partner sees four possible spring scenarios - pick one and I will commit.

'We are a hot mess.' - Run Colonial 1/2, Outer Banks Pirate 1/2, Wine Country 1/2 (this is one every other month beginning Feb), ... Marine Corps a given.

'Karen avoiding running in cold for one more month.' -Shamrock 8k, Outer Banks Pirate 1/2, Wine Country 1/2, begin marathon training.

'Same old, same old.' - Shamrock 1/2, add Wine Country 1/2 prior to beginning marathon training.

'Hills, Hills, Hills.' - Colonial 1/2, Shamrock 8k, Wine Country 1/2...[Marine Corps]..."

So, I have spent the week considering my options, performing cost analysis, and deciding what our best plan of action would be. I was drawn to the first plan, but after reviewing the costs for the races and the hotel needs for each I made a proposition. Let's swap OBX with Shamrock. This puts us running 2 local races (no accomodations needed) and 2 travel races. Sure, we have run Shamrock about a MILLION TIMES but it is a good race. AND you get a free hat. I like the hat.

Karen agreed and registration has begun. We are officially "a hot mess."

Tonight I got an email from Coach to determine my goals for 2011. I must admit, this last year of training has shown me that I truly can improve and accomplish goals I never thought possible.

To keep myself accountable, here are the announced goals for 2011:

Colonial Half (Feb): Finish and enjoy the scenery. Running has been minimal for the Holiday season, so I'm not going to kill myself in 2 months of training.
Shamrock Half (March): Finish in 2:05. This will be 6 minutes faster than Richmond averaging 46 seconds faster each mile.
Wine Country Half (June): Finish in 2:00
Marine Corps Marathon (October): Less walk breaks than Shamrock 2010 and finish under 4:50. That shaves 9 minutes off my other marathon time. However, I have been told that runners typically shave about 20 minutes off marathon time for the second attempt.
5k Goal: Finish in 27 minutes. That only shaves 37 seconds from my current PR.
8K Goal: Finish under 47 minutes. That shaves about 1:20 from my current PR.
Other: I would like to make 9:40 the new "slow".

Stay tuned in 2011 to see how I perform with an increased "big" race schedule (4 instead of my typical 2 in a year) and high mileage weeks. As crazy as this sounds, I'm pretty pumped about it!

A Hoarder's Home

2010-12-02T18:12:00.000-08:00

I have spent the last 2 days with my floor guys. Day one they removed all the paper backing from the vinyl that was pulled up earlier. This was in preparation for the new floors. Today, their 2nd day working, the kitchen tile was put down and the vinyl in the laundry room completed. Since the tile has to set, my oven and fridge have joined all of my other furniture in the dining area. And since the bathroom vanity cabinet has to be replaced, the new one is hanging out in the laundry room. Tomorrow, they will replace the bath cabinet and I assume lay the tile in the master bath.

I say all of this to say, I live in what looks like a hoarder's home. I cannot even watch that show from the stress and frustration of the living conditions. Yet, I am there right now. It is absolutely killing me. My dining room table blocks the door to my guest room so I have to enter through the guest bath. I'm trying to get some sewing projects completed in the midst of this chaos, so I have to enter the guest room through the bathroom and shimmy my way to the sewing machine, which is a straight shot from the bedroom door that is blocked. Ugh! All of my "stuff" is stacked in the guest room, not to mention my Christmas presents that I have already purchased. Everything that was in my bathroom cabinet is now hanging out in my bedroom. Nothing is in its proper place.

I cannot stress enough how anxious I am to get this place back in order! Looks like I can move back into my kitchen and laundry room tomorrow afternoon. Carpet dude is scheduled for Tuesday and any outstanding work on the other floors should finish that day as well. Fingers crossed this place is back to normal by Tuesday. I want to decorate for Christmas, but I'm starting to lose the motivation. What timing!

The Floors Are Coming!

2010-11-30T18:38:00.000-08:00

Well, I am finally getting my floors tomorrow morning. The "incident" occurred on 6 November, so it has been close to a month that I have been living on concrete slabs. Insurance is a bear to deal with, so it has taken time to get that squared away and to pick out something not to mention the Thanksgiving holiday. After much tile previewing, I have finally settled on the kitchen floor. I'm pretty sure on the bathroom floor, but I haven't gotten the vanity cabinet yet. I'm asking to do that whole job on a later date. The carpet will be laid on Tuesday morning.

As long as I can get my kitchen and laundry room taken care of, then the carpet folks can fix the dining area and hallway. So, all of my home that is visible to guests will be put back together in the next few days. You have no idea how excited I am to get this settled. As soon as home life resumes normalcy, I get to decorate for Christmas!!!!!

Color Scheme Quest

2010-11-17T17:55:00.000-08:00

Since the Flood of twenty-ten, I have the opportunity to do a little upgrading and redecorating. As exciting as it is, it is also a big headache. I feel like I can't do anything until 1) I get the moolah squared away with insurance and 2) I figure out what the crap I am going to do.

In the meantime, my home is an absolute wreck and I'm walking on concrete slab in half of my house. I have discovered I own more things than any single woman should own. And my Christmas projects are behind schedule since my home is in disarray. I hope this chaos is over very soon.

Here is one of my main dilemmas: Master Bath colors. I get to repace the vanity cabinet because it was damaged and the floor. I figured this was a great opportunity to fix it up since I have hated it for sometime now. I really want a black cabinet. I can't find any COTS (Commercial Off The Shelf) cabinets I can afford and would want. I've almost decided to go custom. But I could save a lot of money if I just bought a standard white cabinet at Home Depot. I think I want to paint the walls a shade of gray but I'm struggling with the accent color. I have thoughts of Red (because I hate red) or yellow. I cannot decide on anything! Anyone have suggestions? HELP!

My First Travel Race

2010-11-16T17:54:00.001-08:00

When I moved to Virginia Beach, I started running races because there were more than enough to fill a runner's calendar in the immediate area. All of my big races have been right here. Traveling to run never really crossed my mind. I had heard lots of good things about Richmond's race, mostly the presence of a junk food table on course. When my running partner's husband registered, we decided we would try it also. That's when we began speed training with a goal of breaking 2 hours.

My best half time was 2:15. To cut 15 minutes off would be quite a feat. As the race approached, I decided it best to be more realistic. I decided that I would try to hit 2:05. Still a lofty goal, but something to shoot for.

This race was very different for two reasons. First, our hotel was about 2 blocks from the start. That means no stress in finding a parking spot and more sleep time. Second, it was a new place to run. I'm not at all familiar with Richmond, so I was excited to "see the sights" as we ran.

For the first 8 miles I felt great and kept my pace just where I wanted. However, at mile 8 I hit an unusual wall. Perhaps it was the unexpected number of hills the first half of the race presented or just a mental block but I have no idea what happened. I began to slow down for the next 2-3 miles. I had to completely get in my head and talk myself out of going slow. Around mile 11 I started to get a little faster and finally came back to my target pace for the 13th mile. I finished at 2:11:19. To cut off 4 minutes is pretty substantial and has only fueled me to find another one and try again. Thanks to Coach Tim, I'm getting faster and I know if I can get myself together mile 8-11, I can reach my goal.

Karen and I after the race. Shortly after this picture, we saw the Marathon winner cross the finish. His time was 2:18. He took 7 more minutes than I to run twice the distance. It just makes me sick. Kenyans....

This is my friend from work, Christa. I have this habit of convincing people that they can run long distances and twisting their arms to register for a race. This was my most recent victim. Not only had she never run a Half Marathon before, she had never run A RACE EVER. She was on a definite runner's high when I saw her. So proud of you, Christa!!

Believe it or not, I ran into a college friend at the finish line! It truly is a small world.

I'm taking a bit of a break this week on running but I'm aggressively searching the internet for a new half. Send me your suggestions. I'm willing to travel. :o)

Flood of 2010

2010-11-09T16:45:00.001-08:00

If you knew me in 2003, you may recall the Flood of 2003. It went something like this: Woke up on a December morning with my entire home flooded by a burst pipe. Fast forward to Saturday night when I arrived home from my Mecca trip. This time it goes like this: Neighbor's hot water heater overflowed and flooded half of my home. Ugh!

We are well on our way to restoration. Carpet is probably salvageable although the padding has been removed. Linoleum was removed this morning, so that's a loss. I have obnoxiously loud industrial fans blowing hopefully for the last night to dry the concrete slab. Just waiting on the insurance adjuster so we can get this renovation started!

I'm handling this flood much better. After sulking over the inconvenience and frustration that goes with ALL of my belongings residing in the dry areas of my bedrooms and living room, I have changed my attitude. For the last year, I've been rather anxious to purchase a new home. I resolved a few months ago that I cannot afford what I want right now so I should make the most of what I do own. This morning, the Lord reminding me that although this situation is a bit of a nuisance, it is His way of helping make this dwelling place even better. So, three cheers for new floors! Hip! Hip! Hip!

Homecoming 2010

2010-11-09T16:00:00.000-08:00

I made a last minute decision to make the trek home for Lee University's Homecoming weekend. It seemed that most of my girlfriends were making the trip and once all of my transportation woes were solved, I bought a plane ticket to the ATL. The surprising part: Chip decided he wanted to see what the kids were talking and check out TN. So, he joined me and learned first hand the awesomeness of all things Cleveland.

We boarded the big white bird on Thursday night and headed for ATL. Whatup and her new beau, Kit (who is awesome, by the way), scooped us up from the airport to transport us to Joanna. We met up with her at a very "classy" Waffle House and decided to just go in and make a memory of it. We were the only patrons at 10:00pm, so we convinced Joanna we had reserved the place for us. Once we finished stuffing our faces with smothered and covered hashbrowns, we headed to Jo's place. Let the fun begin!

We woke up Friday morning and headed straight over to my college roommate's house, Amberly. Berly just gave birth to her 3rd daughter, so she is a for real FULL TIME mommy. We went over for breakfast and to spend some time with her kiddos. Her oldest is quite a character. She speaks in full monologues at the age of 3 and a half. Her middle girl is adorable with her scratchy voice. We had a blast eating waffles and fruit with her fam and then began to make our way North to TN.

After running a few errands, we made it to TN at lunchtime. If anyone has ever spent time in Cleveland, TN you know exactly where to go for lunch: JENKINS! We met Sarah Bragg and her 2 girls and Kelly Denbow's family. It was so nice to see everyone and their little ladies. We finally finished our chicken salad sammies and wound down before the Class of 2000 evening event. We joked at lunch, "What if we are the only people that show to the reunion?" Of course that wouldn't happen, right?

We arrived fashionably late to a very empty gathering place. Other than a handful of folks that we didn't know, our crew was the only group there! Can you believe it? We didn't care though. We intended to spend time together and we did. So, Brittany, Willis, Mac, and baby-to-be joined the lunch crew plus Sarah's husband. We hung out until the babies had to go home and sleep. Then Jo, the Jepson's minus Mac, and Chip and I met up with Whatup and Kit at Jenkins for an evening of chocolate cake and offensive conversation. I haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time. I think we have decided to get a group together to head to the Kentucky Derby next year. You in?

Saturday morning, Joanna and I ran the Homecoming 5k and then did an additional 5 miles. Once that was said and done, we went to our respective lodging facilities and cleaned up for the day. Chip and I took Keri to the Rebel for brunch, my first place of employment. Man, those biscuits and gravy are still awesome! Then we met up with the previous night's crowd with the addition of Joel and hung out for a bit at Gardner's Market. After getting a full commentary tour of the Bragg's historic home renovation, we headed to ATL to fly home.

If you are worn out by reading all of that, imagine how spent we were when we got home. I needed that trip so badly and loved seeing everyone. It's funny because many of those ladies I only see once a year and conversations are spread out in between mostly through email and Facebook with a handful of phone calls. But the friendships we developed at Lee were relationships of substance. They are still near and dear to me even if it is just once a year visiting.

I think Chip enjoyed himself in the land of Mayfield's and Jenkins. I know he was a hit with the age 3 and under crew. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he goes back to just visit Sinclair. He assured me he would send me a postcard if he did.

Ladies, glad I saw each of you and looking forward to Berly's Girls Weekend. Hopefully we can add Cybil and Mur to that one!

(Me, Britt, Kelly, and Sarah. We couldn't resist getting a picture here. Photographed by Jo.)

Little Chicken

2010-10-22T17:48:00.000-07:00

I have a friend at work that grew up on a farm way up north. His way of introducing his family to farmlife and bringing a little bit of home to VA is raising chickens. Yes. I said chickens. He raised 12 chickens to lay eggs for his family. He told me all about it a few weeks ago and I was just excited about the thought of fresh eggs on a Sunday morning. Unfortunately, I have no space for chickens in my condo and I'm pet averse. So, I'm not a good candidate for chicken raising right now. He informed me that his chickens were laying eggs like crazy and much more than his family could enjoy. If I brought in an egg carton, he agreed to fill it up. How exciting is that?!?! So, I brought one in for my little share of farm freshness.

My co-worker bought 8 more chicks and we agreed that I could "sponsor" one. He brought in a video of them all chirping away and let me pick out "my" new chicken. I asked if I was going to get pictures as my little chick grew up to be an egg laying chicken and if I would receive letters that I could display on my refrigerator. He said he will work on both. Then he showed me what my little adorable yellow chick will look like as an adult.

Here is what she looks like right now:

And this little ball of feathery fun is what she will look like in a few months:

She is a White Cochin. I'm sure mine will be much more adorable than this interweb picture, but you get the idea. Here's the problem. I have to name her! Give me some suggestions, people! The sooner we name her, the sooner she can mature and lay eggs. Well, that last part may be a bit of an exaggeration but I do not want her to be nameless. She needs an identity other than egg provider.

Oh! And I'm sure you are dying to know what culinary delight I'm going to attempt this weekend with my fresh eggs? Cheese Souffle! Bon Apetit!

Snuggle Buddy

2010-10-12T17:24:00.000-07:00

As you may recall, I decided to make the 6 years of employment with Starbucks Coffee a gift that keeps on giving. I had so many t-shirts from my years with the company and knew that I wouldn't wear them again. So, I pulled them all out and started cutting them up. I kept one intact since I already had the 4x4 panels and, as any good barista would do, I opted NOT to use the Vivanno shirt. (There are so many reasons baristas hate Vivannos.)

This little project taught me a few more sewing skills even though the finished product isn't perfect. T-shirts creep even with interface. If I were to do it over again, then I would have used a stiffer interface. I was pretty far into the project when I realized there were numerous mistakes. I finally resolved that I was making something to curl up on the couch with and not something to enter into a quilt show. I pressed on and thought I would finish it last night. However, due to a number of wrong stitches and the need to remove entire quilt length seams, I ran out of thread with one side left to bind. I was so frustrated! I only had 5-10 minutes worth of work left and out of thread. It is times like that I wish I knew more neighbors, preferably ones that sew and wouldn't mind loaning out spools of thread. I made a stop on the way home from work and finished my new snuggle buddy up.

I'm happy to announce that I am typing this right now with said quilt on my lap and it is mighty comfy. I think I'll try to make another one really soon. Next time, I'll shoot closer to perfection...maybe.

Fall Celebrated

2010-10-06T18:43:00.000-07:00

Can you think of a better way to spend a Saturday evening to kick off fall than pumpkin carving?

I didn't think so. So, that is exactly what we did last weekend. To celebrate the cool weather, Kirsten and Jesse came over with pumpkin in tow for an evening of carving.

The boys had not carved pumpkins before and I had no experience with it either other than watching my parents as a kid. As a result, I didn't have proper carving tools. The fellas ran to the store to purchase the proper instruments and found a fun pumpkin carving book with an assortment of patterns for us to choose from. And here are the products of our loverly evening:

My pumpkin was the "easiest" and so it doesn't look as cool as everyone else's pumpkin. Plus, I was the last one finished. It is suppose to be an owl in a tree. I'm just not good at artistic projects but I had fun anyways.

I think Jesse's was considered the hardest according to the book. He did a really good job, but that is to be expected. He is good at everything.

Kirsten chose the fun white pumpkin and freehanded her carving. She's an artist with blantanly obvious talent.

Chip wanted to find a Thundercat pattern but settled for the howling wolf included in the book. I think he was pleased with the wolf.

I love fall!! Are you carving pumpkins this year?

Prescription To Read

2010-10-05T17:58:00.000-07:00

Today I participated in my first ever physical. (Don't judge me.) I figured 32 was a good age to get some baselines for future preventative care. I had bloodwork taken last week and today was the "inspection."

Doc had a med student shadowing him. He went through the assumably usual questions and, of course, my answers were pretty boring. Sometimes you want to just make stuff up so you don't seem so ridiculously boring, but I figured medical visits and FBI investigations are moments that you don't want to try the story telling. Sort of makes the lying less entertaining.

As you may recall, I sliced my finger Memorial Day Weekend. Doc had removed the sutures, so he asked me about the healing. I showed him the finger and commented about the nail that was sliced below the cuticle in the accident. I was curious about where the nail started since it was split under the skin and was now growing out. He took a look and remarked about how quickly it is growing. Without thinking much, I responded, "I drink a lot of milk." I said it partly because it was the first thing I thought of and partly in attempt to entertain the obviously bored med student. Cricket. Cricket. No response but a glaring look from both. Seriously? Lighten up, people!

So, we continued with the physical. Doc asked about my feet, "Do you have any pains in your feet?" I went on to explain my Plantar Fasciitis issue during Marathon training but I assured him I haven't hurt in the last 6 months. This must have sparked his interest and he asked how much I run during the week.

I had brought a book in with me since we all know appointment times mean zilch in the land of medicine. I recently picked up a mindless chick lit book to read from the Shopaholic series. He looked at the book and started asking me questions about it. At that moment, I thought "I should have been reading something more intellectual or classical." Oh well, I admit it. I read mindless books on occasion.

The results of the physical were pretty good. I am pretty proud of my 142 cholesterol number with 57 HDL (good kind). Looks like my good eating habits (Monday-Friday) and my running have paid off. They are concerned about my B12, though. He asked if I was a vegetarian which I laughed and said "No, I love animal products." I had to get more bloodwork done today so they can look specifically at my B12. I hope that is just something I can add to my diet. I'm horrible at remembering pills.

So, I'm waiting at the lab area and Doc comes over and hands me this:

He told me "If you like to read and you are a runner, you should read this book." I told him thank you. I thought it was nice of him to try and connect with me. Most doctors don't. A few minutes later, he comes back with the book and says, "You can't take this home with you, but read the first chapter before you leave." I thought that was really cool of him. And you know what? I want to finish the book now.

So, physical went well. I'm pretty healthy and Doc has prescribed that I read about the Tarahumura Indians to improve my running. The real question here is: Does MedCo cover Barnes and Noble?

I cut. I'm committed.

2010-09-30T18:07:00.000-07:00

A friend at work also started sewing when I did. So, we swap ideas and share things that we learn along the way. Today, she brought in her latest project, a quilt! Let me tell you it was so awesome! I felt guilty since I have been rather slack in my sewing sessions, but seeing her excellent craftsmanship inspired me. All day at work I was thinking about what I could make tonight.

Today we had a bit of a tropical storm, so afternoon running was easily cancelled. Since I had extra time, I came home and made myself some coffee ready to get some things accomplished. Boy, did coffee do the trick!

I decided to close the loop on some napkins I had started last year. Here is a picture of one of my new fall napkins:

Well, when I finished those I decided to bite the bullet and dive into my Starbucks T-Shirt quilt. I had a discussion today that I've been putting this off because I'm nervous. You see, once you cut, then you are committed. (I'm not the world's best at commitment.) I have spent hours designing this quilt, but just couldn't cut the shirts...until tonight. I decided I would just do it! I managed to cut 4 of the larger panels and attach the interfacing. I've got goals to cut a few each night and attach interfacing so that I can start piecing them together. I'm getting excited about it now! I hope this thing will turn out and in the next few weeks I have something comfy to curl up on the couch with. I'll keep you posted.

The Ladder

2010-09-28T18:49:00.001-07:00

Tonight's speed training was another push towards our 2 hour goal by following "The Ladder." This exercise involves increasing the distance while slowing down the pace. Tonight it was suppose to look like this:

400m with goal pace of 8:00/mile
600m with goal pace of 8:10/mile
800m with goal pace of 8:18/mile
1000m with goal pace of 8:24/mile
1200m with goal pace of 8:30/mile

I found it interesting how you can trick your body into thinking it is going slower than it truly is. The first lap wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. It doesn't get easier, it just becomes manageable. The last few laps were incredibly difficult but it doesn't feel so fast since you are technically going slower than before. Breathing is still difficult but I am beginning to learn how to relax my upper body. I find that helps with the running faster.

How did we do? Here are our stats for the evening:

400m/7:41
600m/8:05
800m/8:12
1000m/8:15
1200m/8:27

Not too shabby, huh? I'm so proud of us!!!

8k PR

2010-09-25T09:34:00.000-07:00

As you have read, I'm trying something new this time for my half marathon training. This go around, we are training for time. This involves speed work, something I have done very little of until now. Surprisingly, the training has made us faster. (Duh?!?!)

Today was my first race to actually race. You either run a race or you race it. This is a common question you can ask a runner before a race: "Are you running or racing?" Before now, I would just run to finish and keep my pace pretty comfortable. I would cross the finish hardly breathing hard. Well, that can't be the case anymore. We are bumping it up a notch. Today was that opportunity.

I got to the race early enough to watch the 5k start. Then my running partner and "Coach" ran a very slow mile to warm up and get our legs ready to move. Karen and I laughed again about being "those people" now as we saw a few others doing the same and the participants waiting on the 8k glaring like "Why are they running NOW?"

We had a game plan to start slower and speed up as we went and then open it up full speed ahead the final mile. Well, it didn't go exactly as planned. I think we started too fast because we slowed down at mile 3 and mile 4 was horribly slow. However, we opened it up for the final mile. That was so stinkin' hard! Luckily, "Coach" ran the last quarter mile or so in with us pushing us to the end. The moment I crossed the finish my watch said 7:00 minute/mile pace. WOW!

Today's race was a personal record (PR) for me, which is good. However, it was a little humid. I hope that means we would be faster minus humidity. Nonetheless, I finished in 48:20. I need to get down to a solid and comfortable 9:00/mile. Working towards that. Here are my splits for the race today:

Mile 1: 9:16

Mile 2: 9:26

Mile 3: 10:00

Mile 4: 10:49 (Eek! VERY bad)

Mile 5: 8:45

Now, I need to add Tempo runs to my weeks. I think I'm going to kick hills to the curb and swap that out for tempo. This training thing is a part-time job!

3-2

2010-09-25T09:25:00.000-07:00

Last weekend I celebrated my 32nd birthday. Presumably so, I spent the weekend eating, eating, and more eating. Chip took me to The Melting Pot, my unofficial birthday spot. And I was able to go spend some time with my folks on Sunday in Raleigh. This is the yummy carrot cake my momma made for me to bring home. Half of this cake is in the freezer now. I ate entirely too much food for a week. Something's gotta give, so to the freezer it went. I'm sure I will enjoy it on a rainy day in October.

Thank you to all my friends for the birthday wishes, cards, and gifts. I am truly blessed with some incredible friendships.

Coconut Water: Miracle Drink or Gimmick?

2010-09-13T17:31:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to dance around the issue. If any product has a compelling argument that it will make me run better, improve my health, or increase weight loss, chances are pretty great I will buy it and give it a chance. Sales folks for these type products see me coming a mile away.

I have read a few articles on line and heard from a co-worker about coconut water. I hadn't seen it in any stores yet, so I hadn't given it a shot. My trip to Trader Joe's this weekend gave me an opportunity to purchase. I figured I could spend $1.49 for the test.

According to the interweb, coconut water has more potassium than a banana and contains the 5 electrolytes that your body needs to stay hydrated. The potassium helps to maintain water balance and helps optimizing your muscles contracting and relaxing. And BONUS: The 11 ounce package I purchased only had 60 calories.

I decided I would try it today with my easy run in case I had some adverse reaction to it. It has a very unusual taste. Something about the name lead me to believe it may have a taste of coconut. Not true. It is a taste I have never had before. Since it did not meet my expectation of coconuty flavor, I was extremely surprised. It wasn't gross and I will probably enjoy it more now that I know what to expect.

Nonetheless, I drank it about 45 minutes before running. At the beginning of my run, I noticed that my legs still felt tired from Saturday but I had plenty of energy to finish. In fact, our schedule for today said 5 miles at a 10:30 pace. I averaged 5 miles at a 10:00 pace and I wasn't trying. I also noticed that I wasn't dying for water at the end as I usually do. Now, this could all be in my head since I ate well today and also had a yogurt and fruit this afternoon before the drink. AND the weather isn't a million degrees so I'm not as dehydrated as I was this summer. AND I drank about 80 ounces of water before the run. Lots of factors could have played into the success of the run but it is way more exciting to say I found a miracle drink.

Sew much to do...

2010-09-12T17:54:00.001-07:00

As you may recall, I am teaching myself to sew. I've gotten in the habit of buying random patterns when they are 99cents and then trying them out when I find some fabric that I think will work. Today I finished some napkins and created a reuseable grocery bag. I'm not wild about the bag because there are several imperfections but I'm hoping to improve.

Now, I'm going to make myself a clutch bag as soon as I decide which pattern and material to use. What do you think? A clutch with a zipper or flap?

Pushing the End

2010-09-12T17:26:00.000-07:00

This week was our first intense week towards our Richmond goal. So far training has been both challenging and encouraging.

Here's how it is suppose to work. Long runs are run about 2 minutes slower than your desired race pace. In order to run the half in 2 hours, we need to pace about 9:10/mile. My best half marathon time was a 2:15 which calculates a pace of 10:18. Math majors, that is over a minute per mile cut. This is no easy goal, to say the least, but we are going to try. The speedwork we are doing is an effort to eliminate that minute from our pace.

This weekend "coach" suggested we run the first 7 miles at about 11:00/mile pace but run the final mile at race pace. We weren't certain we could pull off the final push for speed. Tim says this sort of thing trains your legs that they can push even when they are tired. That's what we need. So, half heartedly we agreed to at least try it. I have to admit it was sort of fun. Our final mile was a nice trail that had a few small inclines and some winding parts. It sort of felt like we were on a roller coaster. We were breathing pretty hard and anxious about hitting the end but we did it. Final mile pace: 9:07.

I DID IT! I DID IT!

2010-09-07T17:52:00.001-07:00

Well, it's training season again so I'll probably be posting a lot more about this event's preparation. We have set a goal to break 2 hours at the half in November. This is a pretty lofty goal since my best is 2:15 and Karen's best is 2:09 (I think). Realistically speaking, we thought 2:05 would be more reasonable for November and shoot for 2:00 in March at Shamrock. BUT, we will see.

Tonight was our first speedwork effort. Tim, Karen's husband, has agreed to meet up with us one evening a week and lead us in some speed intervals. His goal tonight for us was to complete 6 intervals x 4 minutes at 9min/mile. Now let me put this in perspective for those of you unfamiliar with running. I am a very comfortable 10min/mile and have managed to keep about a 9:40 for very short runs of 3 miles. To trim 1 min from your pace is a pretty big deal. Well, I did it tonight.

The first 3 weren't really bad. He informed me that interval 4 and 5 would be the hardest and the last one would be easy. That was not the case for me. ALL of the last 3 were difficult with the final one being the absolute hardest. I have never breathed so hard in my entire life!!! I didn't think it would ever end or that I would catch my breath afterwards. According to "Coach", I ran all of my intervals under a 9 min pace except one at 9:01 AND I finished my last one at 8:47 (or 8:41 I can't remember). No wonder I was dying.

I feel pretty good tonight and I'm more motivated for November than ever before. My goal doesn't seem so lofty after tonight. Hip-Hip!

Amendment: Here are my official paces.
Interval 1: 8:39
Interval 2: 9:00
Interval 3: 8:59
Interval 4: 8:56
Interval 5: 8:42
Interval 6: 8:40

Weekly Lunch: Stuffed Taters

2010-09-06T11:32:00.000-07:00

Since my life isn't overly exciting and nothing too noteworthy to report, I figured I would post about something I've gotten sort of excited about in the last few weeks. You may or may not know, but I spend one day of the weekend (mostly Sundays) fixing food for my week. I'm always in a hurry in the mornings because I love sleep, so I get everything together in the fridge that needs to be taken each day to work. I fix 5 breakfasts, 3-4 lunches, and 5 snacks. I allow myself either to grab something out once a week and/or take a leftover from dinner for lunch. Without boring you with the details, I wanted to share something that I have started to fix each week for lunch.

Training has started back up and now that fall is on the horizon (officially 16 days from this post) I will mostly be running in the afternoons. So, I need to fuel up at lunch with a nice blend of protein and carbs without putting myself into a coma for the afternoon. I got this recipe idea from Clean Eating magazine. They had published a Blue Cheese and Chicken Stuffed Potato. I'm not too wild about Blue cheese, but I do like Gorgonzola. So, I opted to try it and sub Gorgonzola to see what happens. What happens is a very filling lunch for minimal calories and a template for many variations.

Here's the skinny:

I bake 3 taters in the oven at 400 degrees for 45 minutes. To make it sort of "fancy", I spray the outside of the taters with cooking spray and sprinkle a little sea salt on the skins and place them in a baking dish. This makes the skin really yummy since you need to eat the whole tater. While the potatoes are cooking, I chop up 1 chicken breast in small 1 inch cubes and sprinkle with S&P (Salt and Pepper). I saute those pieces up until no longer pink and then remove them from the pan. Then I throw in half a red onion, sliced and half a bag of baby spinach. Let the red onion cook a little prior to adding the spinach and once the onions are soft and the spinach is wilted, take it off the heat.

Now the potatoes should be ready. Pull them out of the oven and let them cool for about 15 minutes. Then it is time to mix the "stuffing". Scoop out the potatoes leaving the skin for the shell of your meal. I try to keep the skin about 1/4 inch thick so it doesn't fall apart. In a big bowl mash the potatoes, 1 oz. cream cheese, and 1/4 cup gorgonzola cheese. You can add more S&P if you like. Once that is all mixed together, throw in your chicken and veggies. Now all you do is stuff the potatoes with your mixture and cook another 15 minutes.

After they cool, I place 2 stuffed halves in a portable dish and they are ready to tote to work for lunch. All you have to do is nuke it at lunchtime.

This week I decided to change it up a bit. I added a bag of broccoli florets, chopped, and swapped the gorgonzola for a cheddar blend. The added broccoli made them super stuffed, but it's broccoli. So, I don't feel at all guilty! The beauty of this dish is the versatility of it. You can get your protein and carbs and add all the veggies you can handle. And think of the various cheeses and veggies you can add to it all not to mention any spice you like. I added garlic powder this week to the chicken.

I'm pretty excited about the potatoes this week.

Just in Time for Fall!

2010-08-29T14:23:00.000-07:00

If you will recall, last winter we had several snow storms keeping many of us indoors for many days at a time. I had this brilliant idea that I would take up sewing since I couldn't go anywhere. Well, I didn't have that moment of brilliance until after the first time I was stranded indoors. So, I made my way to a fabric store the following week and picked up some stuff and printed instructions from the web to make a tote bag. Before I knew it, spring had sprung and I wasn't overly motivated to stay inside and sew.

Flash forward to August. I have placed myself on a self imposed spending freeze. I've had numerous unexpected expenses along with a few expected ones. So, I'm not shopping right now. This weekend I decided that I would finish the barely started tote bag so I felt like I got something new without spending any money.

Meet my new fall accessory, the lovely tote bag.

Here is one of the pockets inside. The stitch isn't perfect but I like to call that "character."

And to spice things up, I added a ric rac top stitch around the top. Again, not perfect but FULL of character.

What's next you ask? I'm going to see what kind of T-shirt quilt I can make out of all my old Starbucks uniforms. That will make a great blanket for snuggling on the couch this fall and winter!

My Yoga Fix

2010-08-10T17:45:00.000-07:00

Last winter, I took advantage of a fantastic special at a local hot yoga studio. I wanted to try it out and one of my friends was willing to join me. I absolutely loved it. I could tell a difference in my running and my stress level. When the special ended, so did I. I wanted to renew it, but couldn't justify the extra monthly cost when the studio was all the way down at Shore Drive, a good 20-30 minute drive from my home. It wouldn't be convenient.

Since then, I have thought a lot about yoga and wondering how I could fit it back into my life. My most recent issue of Runner's World advertised a new DVD, The No Om Zone. I did a little internet research and decided what the hay. I ordered it and received it today. I'm actually pretty pumped about it. I tried one of the workouts this evening. They are short individually, so it wasn't as intense as the class. I imagine if I do all workouts together, it will be more similar.

The appeal for this particular routine is it prides itself in "No Chanting, No Granola, No Sanskrit." It is strictly the physical part of yoga and not so much the mediation/chanting part. That always weirded me out in the class. I just hope this thing works me out as much as the class did.

So, if you are looking for some yoga options, this might work for you. I'm hoping it works for me!

Plain is good for something

2010-07-28T16:57:00.001-07:00

My sister came to visit me last year. In an effort to help her not be frisked for too much liquids in her carry on, I offered to just have toothpaste, shampoo, etc here. I thought that it would be easy to just pick up a few travel sizes. Well, I learned from my little sister that she does not do well with just any toothpaste. She needed PLAIN toothpaste. Who in their right mind uses plain toothpaste? I'll tell you. My sister. And probably your grandmother. I don't have to tell you they don't sell plain in the travel size. Travel sizes are the hip, new flavors to get you hooked. I bought a full size tube for her visit.

This brings me to today. I uncovered an old silver necklace I use to wear but it was tarnished to black. In an effort to revive this piece of jewelry, I went on the interwebs to discover if there were regular household items that could polish that silver necklace. Did you know that PLAIN toothpaste polishes silver? I didn't either! Sure my hands and neck smell of minty paste, but that silver is silver once again.

That Keri and her weird preferences turned out to be good for something...this time.

One Hundred Pushups

2010-07-19T18:00:00.000-07:00

The running community in VAB is both very large but rather small all at the same time. What I mean is there are lots of runners, but everyone has a connection to someone else. Races, running groups, running spots all create opportunities to "know" every one else. I've met several of the local competitive folks only because my running partner's husband introduces me to these people at races. They couldn't pick me out of a lineup. This leads me to today's post. One of these guys that would not remember me but that I recall is Steve Speirs. He's a pretty serious marathoner and puts all of us to shame with his sub 3 hour race time.

A few months ago I learned about his website: one hundred pushups. The idea is to commit for 6 weeks to his program in an effort to improve your pushup count. Last week I took the initial test fully aware of my lack of upper body strength. I'm gonna give this thing a go. Sure, 100 pushups is a rather lofty goal, but so was 26.2 miles.

Today starts day one. Anyone want to join me?

My new addiction

2010-07-11T09:31:00.000-07:00

When I was a little girl, my parents called me a chipmunk. Know why? Because anytime I would eat a dessert of some kind and it had nuts in it, I would sift through the yummy cake/ice cream/brownie/etc. and stock the nuts in my cheeks. Then at the end of the dessert experience, I would spit them out into a napkin. My parents loved nuts, so it was my only way of still enjoying sweet treats even though I couldn't stand the nuts.

Oh, how times have changed. I love almonds, pistachios, pecans, and walnuts. Sometimes I enjoy cashews and rarely indulge in peanuts, but I don't stockpile the edible kernels from confections any longer. Which leads me to this recent addiction.

Every week I indugle in a trip to Trader Joe's. I love food and cooking, so it is sort of a fun field trip every Saturday that I cannot wait to make week after week. With list in hand, I always allow myself one "off list" item that I want to taste. This week I purchase Pecan Pralines. OH MY GOODNESS! I have had some yummy pralines in my life made by the hands of Louisianans. I've even had pralines from the famous Savannah Candy Kitchen. Those are all yummy but these are by far the greatest pralines I have ever ingested. My new problem: I just can't stop eating them! Oh, how self control would be good about now.

Quick Catchup: Good News & Not So Good News

2010-06-26T09:40:00.000-07:00

Well, I have had an interesting last few weeks that have inhibited me from posting, both physically and mentally. Here's a quick catchup.

Memorial Day Weekend was awesome. I made a trip down to see my folks and just relax. They have recently landscaped the back of their yard and so we spent some time out there adding more plants. This is what they call "paradise." They had a wooded area they cleared out a lot and added landscaping and this adorable patio with adirondack chairs. My parents laid this floor by themselves. They are so handy!

I helped my mom plant up this area while I was there. The round disk was intended to placemark a future birdbath. I enjoyed helping her out but this little plot of land turned out to be my worst enemy. It was just dirt and we added the plants and straw. However, we were unaware of what roots still existed. How about poison ivy and poison oak? Yea, I managed to get that all over my legs. I refuse to dig any dirt there again. But I will tell you all about that later since it took about 72 hours to show up. More exciting things happened right before.

We also visited Charleston while I was there. I have been a few times, but always enjoy the markets and just walking around. For whatever reason, I'm really into pineapples right now. Maybe it's my Southern heritage and my love for hospitality? Nonetheless, I loved all the pineapple items in SC.

I returned home on Sunday night so that I could get organized on Monday for a new week. However, Monday's event made me wish I had stayed one more day. First let me preface with EVERYONE has made irresponsible decisions in the kitchen at one time or another. You are lying if you say you haven't. You know what I mean, when you say to yourself, "This is really quick" or "I can do this and be safe." Unfortunately, I got caught. While making sandwiches for the coming week's lunch, I managed to slice my finger open. At first, I was terrified that I had taken a chunk completely off and refused to remove the papertowel I had wrapped it in mostly out of fear to see what really happened. The actual cut didn't hurt but the splattering blood did nothing for my confidence. The kitchen looked like a CSI crime scene: blood on the counter, blood on the floor, blood on the cabinets. Chip came and took me to the ER and I returned home with 5 stitches: Two stiches on the front of my finger, one on top, and two on the back. I had made it 31 years never getting any stitches and then as a "responsible" adult, I get 5! This whole experience really has hindered my typing and functioning with the left hand. Stitches have been removed and now I'm just wearing a bandaid as I wait for it to completely heal.

These pictures aren't great because, well, I couldn't really take good ones with the lone hand available to use. But, you get the idea.

When I showed it to others, they all agreed that it was disgusting. Everytime I looked at it, I was reminded of some horrible B grade horror flick or Frankenstein's face.

As if this was not enough, I discovered the poison ivy 2 days after the slicing event. So, now I was itching all over to the point of nausea and my left hand was handicap. Argh!

It pretty much took over my lower body. I was able to get the doc to prescribe me a topical steroid when I had my stitches removed, but that was not enough. The poison continued to spread. I had washed everything and couldn't figure out why it was still going so strong. And then it hit me. MY SHOES! I was wearing my running shoes when I was digging in the dirt and had put them on at least 8 times before I realized it was the culprit. Thankfully, I talked my doc into giving me something stronger. I spent the last 10 days on Prednisone (steroids). You know it's bad when the doc tells you to take 10 on the first day. I didn't like the way it made me feel at all and thankful it is over. When I picked them up, I asked the Pharmacist if I should start lifting for the 10 day duration to see what would happen. He didn't find that funny...at all.

So, that's what occurred to my health. In the meantime, I had the most bizarre situation happen in my car. The Anti-Glare liquid found in the rearview mirror leaked out on a random Tuesday destroying my center console and staining both leather seats. Everyone I have talked to about this issue (BMW and my Insurance) say they have never heard of it occurring. However, the internet and my new friends on the E46 Fanatics forum know exactly what I'm talking about. This issue continues to unfold and quite frankly I'm not in the mood to explain. It will be some time to get my car back to how it was, but luckily insurance is paying.

If you notice the brownish liquid in the lower right corner of the mirror, you can see what is left of the substance in the mirror. I'm waiting for the rest to leak out and have the interior of my car covered. Fortunately, the mirror will be replaced on Thursday and I can get rid of the old rags covering everything.

On top of all of that, my TV died last Saturday. That actually turned into a blessing because I have flirted with the idea of getting a new one for awhile. It just sort of made me do it sooner. I'm ok with that.

So, that's what's going on here. Never a dull moment in the V-A-B!

Wedding Solo

2010-05-15T19:16:00.000-07:00

I had a rather interesting evening. A very dear friend of mine, Meghan, got married this afternoon. I had 4 folks that were going to go with me and other things came up, so I was going to attend this celebration solo. I have never attended a wedding where I knew no one other than the bride, groom, and the bridesmaids before. I was a bit nervous and extremely hesitant to go. But guess what. Weddings aren't about you. They are for the bride and groom. So, I got myself dressed and drove down to the oceanfront for the beachside nuptials alone. I arrived a few minutes before the ceremony was scheduled to begin, so I was in a bit of a rush to make it to the sand. As I got out of my car and headed towards Atlantic Ave., I noticed 3 dudes slightly dressed up going in the same direction. I'm rarely intimidated by strangers, so I turned around and said "Are you guys going to a wedding?" They said yes. "Shane and Meghan's wedding?" "Yes." "Sweet, me too." An original solo affair ended up as the 4th addition to the three amigos. I haven't had that much fun at a wedding in a long time. Those guys were so great and you would have thought I had known them for awhile. They were friends of the groom, so they were asking me to tell them about the bride. They had not met her before. By the end of the evening, they asked me to introduce them to her. So, I took them over and said, "Meghan, these are my friends John, George, and Dan." HA! Going solo isn't so bad after all...

Possible Pet Poll

2010-05-11T17:04:00.001-07:00

I need to stop living just for me and rather than pick up a homeless man on the side of the road for 'companionship', I am considering a furry friend. Not that the homeless man wouldn't be furry, I'm thinking more four legged though. So, I'm asking you, my friends and complete internet strangers for your suggestions. Tell me cat or dog and why.

I'm looking for a low maintenance, starter pet. I like cats because they are clean. I like dogs because they can be trained/controlled. I would enjoy a running partner, but that isn't a deal breaker. I have a small space so nothing large. I did recently fall in love with an American Bulldog, but he is the perfect size now...at 4 months. He will be freaking HUGE soon. Don't think I can do that.

Anyways, tell me what you think. Your opinion matters.

When Life Gets Hard - The Soundtrack

2010-05-04T17:39:00.000-07:00

A few years back, I was trying to explain my faith to someone. He loves music, as do I. So, the only way I knew how to explain Mindy, the Christian was to make him a playlist and just explain each song and why it struck a chord with me. Sometimes things you want to explain find meaning and emotion in a song much better than a casual conversation.

Over the years, when life gets hard I listen to the playlist. Each song has a memory of something that I overcame or a moment of worship victory. Well, as life would have it, I'm listening to that playlist once again tonight. Although I no longer have the letter that originally accompanied this playlist, I thought it would be refreshing for me to share with you a little bit about it. And hopefully something will strike a chord with you, too!

Welcome To Delaware - Watermark
I was introduced to this song in college. Originally it was just a fun tune that I liked and I would do crunches while it played at night. In fact, Amberly would give me such a hard time at bedtime, "Are we going to Delware again?"
It was this song that God used to tell me to move to Virginia Beach. As strange as it sounds, I was listening to this song driving home from Myrtle Beach after leaving Mur and Berly and I heard something in my spirit that I don't know that I have heard so strongly since. The chorus says something about how things won't be what they use to be but all you will have there will be God. Of course, it is much more melodic in the song but I recall emotion overtook me as the Lord told me to leave all that I had known most of my life and get uncomfortable. It has been the most satisfying and rewarding decision I have ever made. I like remembering that hard God decisions mean joy and reward. That's what I need to know tonight.

Lead of Love - Caedmon's Call
This song talks about how we go through life with struggles, but those struggles really help to see the beauty at the mountaintop. "Had to walk the rocks to see the mountain view. Looking back I see the lead of love." It's pretty awesome to trust that even when life is pretty crappy or things go entirely different than you wished, you will make it to the mountain top and be in awe of the beauty of what you see and proud of the trip there. And to know that it was love that brought you there, the love of a Heavenly Father that longs to give good gifts to His children. Out of His love for us, we struggle but only to build character and testimony. Out of that leading is a pretty awesome view. I'm trusting in that tonight.

Phobic - Plumb
I actually didn't really get into Plumb until I had moved to VAB. My sister turned me on to them and this song really struck a chord with me. It's a pretty awesome song about grace. "Phobic, don't be. Grace means a little more freedom." I put this originally on that playlist to communicate how awesome grace is with a nice little beat and soothing vocals. "Phobic, don't be. Love means room to breath." So many times people view this whole God's Grace thing as something to be terrified of. Totally unnecessary! I'm pretty into freedom. So, I'm pretty into God's Grace. I'm trusting in that Grace tonight.

You are Good - Jeff Deyo Band
I bought this album only because I learned Jeremy McCoy was playing bass for this dude pre The Fray days. Then I learned that Jer helped to write this one, so naturally I enjoyed it more. It brought on new meaning when Mur used it at her wedding when she walked down the aisle. Well, she almost didn't use it thanks to Rob Varnell, but we will not even go into that story. Nonetheless, she did and it was beautiful because if know her story, this was from her heart. Of course, a wedding is a celebration so naturally you would scream how awesome God is at such an occasion. I find that I only listen to this song when life is not good. It is a good reminder that even in the depths, He is there. And even when we think he is absent, He is there. "You are Good. And your love endures forever." This is an awesome reminder of who God really is. Good.

Who Can Satisfy? - Lee University Campus Choir
This is both serious and humorous. I mean, if you went to Lee you know all about this song and could make bets how many times you were going to hear "There is a fountain!" during chapel when this song was going. As we alum laugh about it now, I think we can all agree that that song has brought you to your feet, arms stretched heavenward, and tears streaming at least once. Sure, there wasn't a shofar involved on this one, but when Doc would get them wound up. You know what I'm talking about. All kidding aside, there is something powerful in this song that I can't even explain. Probably the reminder that He really is our Rock and Strength. I need that.

How Could I Ask For More - Cindy Morgan
I like this song because it fondly remembers various stages of life and in that reflection she says "How Could I Ask For More?" My favorite line of it all is "So many things I thought would bring me happiness. Some dreams are realities today. But such an irony of things that mean the most to me, are the memories that I made along the way." I want to not only make memories, but savor them. I want to cherish every step of the way with no regrets. I want to proclaim at the end of every chapter of my life "How could I ask for more?"

Jesus, Lover of My Soul - One of the Passion Albums
If you were a Christian in the 90s, you know this song and this music series. I love the melody and the guitar strumming but more importantly the message. "It's all about you, Jesus...It's not about me. As if you should do things my way..." What a hard pill to swallow and how many times I have choked myself on that one. It's a nice song to put life in perspective especially when you don't understand why things happen when they do and the reason they occur. God is quite a bit bigger than we are. I can only predict what the week will hold in my little pink planner, but He's got it scheduled for eternity. If we knew what He knows, we'd understand. It's over time when you begin to see how things unfold that you can be thankful he does things His way. I'm trusting in that.

What I Thought I Wanted - Sara Groves
This song talks about how we want things a certain way or in a certain time but that's not always the case.
"...What he thought he wanted, what he got instead Leaves him broken and grateful..."
"...What I thought I wanted, what I got instead Leaves me broken and somehow peaceful..."
"...About what it is he wanted and what he got instead How to be broken and faithful..."
The broken part sucks, but it's part of it. I want to be grateful, peaceful, and faithful. Those are products of brokenness. I can deal with that...I hope.

...AND...I'm back...

2010-04-13T16:42:00.000-07:00

Ever since the marathon, I have not exactly been my normal running self. Part of it was "recovery" but the other part was "lazy." I guess I had been so mileage driven for six months, that I just wanted to not be for a little while. Of course, it doesn't make you feel very good not to run often.

I managed to run a slow and short 2 miles the week after Shamrock. The following week I ran twice, both times short and slow. Last week, I managed 3 days of 2-3 miles each time. I haven't been extremely motivated to get out there with bouts of heat, ridiculous levels of pollen, and finding other things to occupy my time. I have decided to try a few new things to get back on the train.

The first thing I wanted to try was get up and run before work. I went to bed EARLY on Sunday night after I laid my clothes out. Of course, I couldn't force myself up. Luckily, Chip decided he would run with me after work. We did a nice 3 miles around my part of the Beach. The last mile he made me increase pace, so we both managed to finish out of breath. Today I was forced to run alone. I finally got out there and ran a little less than 5 miles at a normal pace without feeling like my legs were made of lead. I'm back in business!

I ran into a running buddy this afternoon and he's already agreed to join me on Thursday. We are going to try out a running group in the area and join them for a hills workout. I'm pretty excited. I like new routines! Speaking of routines, I'm super pumped to get back into the long run routine. I need it, not to mention I haven't seen Karen in like 2 weeks! Hooray for back to normal!

V-Card for Austen

2010-04-06T17:11:00.000-07:00

Last fall I joined a classic fiction book club led by a friend of mine at work. I have always loved classic fiction and to find a club solely devoted to it was a perfect fit. We have read some fantastic books (Uncle Tom's Cabin) and attempted some less than fantastic ones (Ivanhoe). This month I was finally able to read an author that I have always wanted to read but never had the opportunity. It's quite an embarrassing confession: I have never read Jane Austen. Don't judge me! I have felt like I was somehow less of a woman for never falling in love with Mr. Darcy or meeting Emma. You can imagine the excitement when I learned that we would be reading Mansfield Park. The others said they were disappointed that my introduction to Austen would be this book, but I was looking forward to it nonetheless. The book started out slow and she had lots of characters to keep up with in the beginning. Once I learned who was related to whom, I was able to follow the story much better. Plus, my knowledge of English history and culture is very limited, so things that were considered unacceptable and "vulgar" did not register at first. About mid-book, the plot finally began to develop and I was intrigued to find out where she was going with this descriptive family dynamic. Then, the story took off and I absolutely loved it. So, I'm watching the movie tonight to compare and looking forward to reading her more familiar novels soon. I'm proud to declare I am no longer an Austen virgin!

Recovery Week

2010-03-27T12:05:00.001-07:00

Well, believe it or not, the week of recovery has not been miserable. I was expecting not to be able to walk and completely worn out. That has not been the case. The first few days were difficult on the quads. Going downstairs was nearly impossible and going to the restroom was worse. Until Wednesday, I was certain I would need to install handicap railings in my bathroom to assist in the sitting down process. Thankfully, that pain went away.

The weather has been rather nice this week, so you can imagine how I was itching to get out there and run again. I considered a light run on Wednesday, but read online I should not attempt anything until at least Thursday. So, I texted my buddy Rob to see what his schedule was like on Thursday. He was dying to run again too so we agreed to meet. We didn't make it very far before my legs were worn out. I think we may have run a little more than 2 miles, but not much more. My legs felt like I had just run 20 miles! It was nice to move again, but I didn't push it. A return of 2 miles was sufficient for me. I was completely worn out when I got home, though. I'll try again on Monday.

Instead of running this morning, Karen and I met for breakfast. We recalled the race and compared recovery week stories. We both agreed that this was not our only marathon. We are now discussing running a half for time. We have been running all of our races to finish but now it is time to take a different approach. That means speedwork, something I'm not very good at. I guess that's why they call it training. We agreed to keep Saturdays between 6-8 miles for the summer and then we start for real training as fall approaches. Her husband has already signed up for the Richmond full and booked a room. I think I have enlisted some folks to come down to run their first half at the Outer Banks. Both races are on the same weekend. So, if my OBX plan falls through, I'll run Richmond. They have junk food tables on the course in Richmond!!! It's always about the food for me. But, you see, that's a big part of why I even run. It is an excuse to eat. I love excuses to eat.

26.2 Miles in Tube Socks and All Smiles

2010-03-22T17:56:00.000-07:00

The weekend started off with my parents arrival on Friday evening. They met me up at the Expo and we looked around for a bit. I love the excitement the Expo brings and all the crazy gear you can purchase. I knew this year was monumental, so I wanted to make sure I bought something to commemorate the big day. The shirt above was that item and I will wear it the next time I run. Heck, I may wear it everytime I run from now on!

While there, I ran into my running partner and her husband. He has been our coach through this adventure, so he gave me some last minute tips, the most important being you get your rest 2 nights before. I could see why when the night before hit and I was so anxious I couldn't sleep. He also told me that I needed to stay off my feet as much as possible on Saturday and just relax. I felt extremely lazy, fat, and unproductive on Saturday but I believe it helped me out come Sunday.

My dad agreed to wake up at zero dark thirty to shuttle Karen and I to the Oceanfront for the race. Our entire training season had been in cold weather, so when we woke up to 56 degrees at the start it was a shocker. We arrived early and walked around the place a bit to warm our legs up and just keep from getting anxious.

Karen is always creative in the ways to make things work for running with minimal resources. This time she came up with using a headband around our hats to hold our GUs. The course only provided 2 (1 of which I didn't even realize was available during the race) and for 26 miles we needed way more than that! So, we attached 2 to our hats, one in our key pocket on our shorts, and Tim (her husband) would be at the halfway point to give us another one.

It was a little chilly, but we knew it would be rather warm later. I didn't want to wear long sleeves, but my arms always are cold. So, Karen let me borrow a pair of her husband's tube socks to wear at the beginning. It helped out alot. Of course, they were off by mile 3 and I gave them back at mile 13 in exchange for GU.

It was pretty cool how everyone waiting to start chatted with one another. The veterans told us about their previous marathons and us novices just listened in anxiety waiting to turn in the V-card for our first. I have never been so nervous for something in all of my life. I imagine this would compare to the night before a wedding or any other ceremonious moment in which you have waited a significant amount of time to experience.

I have to admit, the entire race was amazingly awesome. There were fans everywhere and people at several houses along the way had sprinklers to provide a much appreciated misting. When we ran through Camp Pendelton, an entire line of service men and women were there cheering for us and giving high fives as we ran by. They appeared to be proud of us and all I could think about was how proud I was of them. It's amazing what perspective can do.

Karen had to slow me down several times as the nervous energy moved my feet much faster at the beginning. At the halfway point we felt great and we managed to carry on a pretty steady conversation for the first 19 miles. Tim always said to trust our training, and when we hit the 20 mile mark I realized the truth in that. Music kicked in when we realized we had solved the world's economic crisis and discovered why women have a difficult time accepting their accomplishments rather than discrediting them. (We had plenty of time, might as well have productive conversation, right?) At mile 23, Tim joined us. He had run the half that morning and agreed to run with us the last 3 miles. I guess he knew that we would need something new at that point. I felt really good at mile 20, but I was starting to struggle around 23. I wanted to keep it slow and steady for the end even though I was ready to see the finish. He offered some nice conversation and helped to take our minds off of the last few miles. (Thanks Tim!!)

Once we hit the boardwalk and I could see King Neptune's statue, I decided I would crank it up a notch. It was time to be done. Never in my life have I been so focused and determined to finish something. I fixed my eyes on that finish line and just started talking to myself. I couldn't even hear my music anymore. It was just me. I must have looked crazy as I began to speak to myself out loud. Over and over again I was saying "Dixon, push it. This is your race." And for my Sigma sisters, I began "When I face a mountain, I will not quit." Unfortunately, at that moment I didn't care about the rest of that poem nor could I completely remember it. I just kept repeating that first line. What seemed like forever probably lasted about 1-2 minutes. I pushed myself and achieved my goal of under 5 hours. Final chip time was 4:59:43. :0)

(Like my "just in case" Carb Boom gel stuck in my hat at the finish?)

It wasn't long after I had crossed that I heard my mother yell my name. Shortly after Kirsten and her mom were yelling, too. I am so thankful for all of those that came out to support me. Watching a race is not fun I realize, but thanks for showing up! My mom took this picture of everyone that came (excluding her) chatting with me post race. Even Sassy the bulldog came to the beach to see me and she hates sand.

I started planning for our next race around mile 8 but Karen has made me agree not to discuss it for at least 2 weeks. I can't wait to do another one! Well, I mean I can wait since this took over my life for 6 months. I guess what I mean is, I'll do it again. Guaranteed!

Yesterday was the day that changed my life. I accomplished something that I never dreamed possible. I learned that there is power in commitment and determination. If you set a goal, make a plan, and dedicate yourself to it, there is nothing you cannot accomplish. I ran a marathon and joined an elite (and insane) group of people. A year ago, I was satisfied with 13.1 and intimidated by 26.2. I threw caution to the wind and added one more to the 1% of the population that has completed a marathon. My feet are sore, my quads are tight, but my pride is bursting. I did it and in the words of Robert Frost, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."

We are here...

2010-03-13T08:41:00.000-08:00

This morning was my last long run before the big day next weekend. I can't believe the time has flown by and 6 months of training has come to a close. The last Saturday run really isn't a "long" one prior to a marathon if you consider the 15; 18; and 20 mile mornings we have had. Nonetheless, we coasted through 8 miles in decent time and still have the rest of our day ahead of us. Trust me, that is a BIG deal.

It absolutely amazes me to recall all the Saturday mornings we have trodded the streets of Virginia Beach at unreasonable hours. I must say, I'm pretty proud of myself. I am asked all the time, "Are you ready?" At first, I wasn't so sure but after considering the hundreds of miles I have put in and the success of our 20 miler, I have to say I am. I'm really nervous about it but super excited.

They say when you cross the finish of a marathon, emotion will overtake you. I use to giggle at the thought, but now I can see why. What a feeling it will be to run that distance and reflect on the commitment and challenge you have dedicated yourself to the last 6 months. We have run in some very unsightly weather: nor'easter, ice storm, and just plain freezing. But all of that will pay off on the morning of March 21. I imagine this sort of thing will help push you through life, too. When life presents its challenges, I can tell myself, "You ran a marathon, this is nothing!"

Wish me luck and I'll report back, if I'm not laid up for days after. :o)

Hardest Week Complete

2010-03-02T15:47:00.000-08:00

T minus 19 days and I'm running my first marathon!!!!!! I can't believe it. This training has absolutely flown by and I have truly enjoyed the long runs.

Last week was the hardest week for my training. The weekday runs were a bit longer than normal and then I completed 20 miles on Saturday morning....all morning. I convinced my buddy Rob to run 9 miles with me on Thursday. He's training for the half, so I told him to use it as his long run. I have never completed a run of that length during the week, so I was a little nervous. I was afraid that my legs would still be tired on Saturday, but soon found out that it really helped me. The 20 miles were not as bad as I anticipated. I felt good during it and even got a second wind around mile 16. We went extremely slow, which was a bit discouraging. However, they say you should train running 2 minutes slower than usual. We definitely did that! Total mileage for the week = 38 miles.

Training is down hill from now on. Now I have to focus on NOT eating as if I ran a million miles and curb that appetite. I've found hard boiled eggs really help with that. Any other ideas of snack options that will satisfy but not make me gain weight? I can't afford to gain weight in the last 3 weeks of training. No sir!

Paint Run

2010-02-23T15:43:00.001-08:00

Well, today my house got some construction action. In fact, I think it received more action today than it did during its inception. The crew showed up and started tearing into it. Come to find out, I have had a million or more delinquent tenants, termites! As the lead guy said, "If you can get them to pay you a nickel a piece for rent, you'd be a millionaire." So, they rebuilt the entire front of my house.

Fortunately, the sheetrock damage inside is minimal. They will have to rebuild the interior frame around the window which means I have to paint. There are also some nails peeking in from the new stud wall into the living room. That also means paint. [Read: my mother will be making a trip to paint.]

I figured since I don't have a running companion this week until Thursday, I would try to make today's run a little exciting. So, after work I decided to run to Home Depot and pick up paint samples. I was on plan to run 5 and turns out Home Depot was almost 3 miles one way. BONUS! It made the trip there sort of exciting and the trip back even more so partly to beat the sunset and the other part to see what looks best in the house. Now I have paint samples drying from sweat since they had to hitch a ride in my sports bra. I can't wait to see what works. Hopefully, it won't smell...too badly.

Race Report

2010-02-20T12:45:00.001-08:00

Well, I have run 2 races in the last 2 weeks.

Last weekend was Valentine's Day, so I participated in the Virginia Is For Lovers 14k. Of course, it was freezing and the wind was pretty brutal in places since it was out in the open and very little wind blockage available on the route. I knew it was going to be a good race when they started the National Anthem and it began to snow. Now, that was magical. We even ended up with a few inches by the end of the race. It was the last weather condition that I felt like I needed to experience to consider myself a real runner. Run in a monsoon - Check! Run in below freezing temperatures - Check! Run in 97% humidity - Check! Run in icy conditions - Check! Run in falling snow - Check! DONE!

This morning was a 30k. This is the last training race prior to the marathon. I did ok with gun time 3:31. This morning, since I had PLENTY of time to think, I made a list of reasons running long distances is not lady-like:

1 - Burp Loud, Burp Often. I always seem to long for water stations during races. So, when I actually get there, I gulp up liquids knowing it is another 3 miles before I see this stuff again. The result? Lots of swallowed air. I find myself burping the next mile or so. Funny thing is, you just don't care. The louder the better.

2 - Litterbug, litterbug, it's ok to litter. I struggle with this one because I'm not one to just throw things on the ground. However, when the trashcan after the water station is about 2 steps from the water table, what's a girl to do? Stand there and drink it? I don't think so! That takes time. Karen assured me today it was ok. The volunteers would pick it up. I still feel guilty.

3 - Let it flow, that's why you wear gloves. Winter running creates a great environment for runny noses. At first, I use to wish I had some tissues. Lately, I just put my gloves back on and start wiping. Besides, where would I put the tissues? I'm already loaded up with GU every where imaginable, my keys, my shuffle, water belt...

4 - Lube up. Some folks use vaseline, but I would think that would be extremely messy. I use Bodyglide. So, before I head out, I cover any part of my body that could possibly chafe from the friction of clothing with Bodyglide. I have found it to prevent blisters on my feet and no more scaring from the crazy raw places that my sports bra creates. TMI?

5 - Spandex...enough said. I would hope a lady wouldn't normally wear spandex clothing out and about. However, it's a must have for the runner. Not because it looks good, believe me. It keeps you warm and creates less friction, see #4.

6 - Port-o-potty stops. In normal circumstances, you cannot pay me to use a public restroom. And when it is absolutely necessary, I take every possible precaution that would keep any part of my body touching anything on the other side of the "Ladies Room" sign. With running, I have been known to stop at many a port-o-potty both before and during a race. What's really bad is when it's out of toilet paper. I won't go there...

Next week is our final long run of 20-22 miles. Then it's tapering until the big day!

An Elevator Kind of Day

2010-02-19T16:27:00.001-08:00

I woke up this morning excited to wrap up some loose ends in Suffolk, head to VAB and do the same. Super pumped I had no plans this evening so I could eat well and sleep better to prepare for my 30k tomorrow morning. Oh, how those plans were thwarted.

For over a month, I have been waiting for a new roof and new window to be installed on my home. The new roof is condo covered and I'm footing the bill for the window. If you have watched the news lately, you know that weather has not been exactly made for construction work with all the snow/rain/wintry conditions. They completed the roof this week and called me on my way to work this morning to see if they could put my window in at noon. Hip-hip! After waiting so long, you take what you can get. I told him I would make that work. So, I went to Suffolk, began to wrap things up but had to leave in time for the construction peeps. I was rushed. I arrive at my home early and find the crew packing up. The leader of the pack says to me that he was about to call me and tell me not to come. Turns out the entire wall of the house for the window is rotted. They will have to rebuild it first and that cannot happen today. Good news is I don't have to pay for that. Bad news is I'm praying for good weather on Monday and it looks like rain. Off to VAB I went.

When I arrived at VAB I felt mentally drained from the morning in Suffolk and now trying to come up with plans B and C on the house. I hadn't eaten lunch yet and if you know me, you know I'm not very lovable when I'm hungry. Thankfully, GAs had sub day and willingly shared. I grabbed a sandwich, opened my laptop, and then commenced to putting out fires the rest of the afternoon. I had big plans of getting things done and no chance. I didn't get out of there until much later than normal. Good news is I don't have to make up time next week when I have a dentist appointment. Bad news is no one was in the office this afternoon to help me squelch 3 fires still burning and my dentist appointment is Monday morning.

Since I have 2 offices, I possess what I affectionately call my "office on wheels." It's basically a huge briefcase/roller bag for my laptop and files I have to carry between 23435 and 23462. My office in VAB is on the 3rd floor and I refuse to use an elevator for 3 flights of stairs. I feel like it's just lazy to take an elevator for such a small distance. It's a good way to get exercise. I walked out today and thought "I do not want to carry this huge briefcase down those stairs. I'm worn out!" Turns out, today was an elevator kind of day.

Lazy Saturday

2010-02-06T08:38:00.001-08:00

For the last 3 years, I can probably count on 2 hands the number of Saturday mornings that I have spent in my home and not running. Even on many of those mornings that I didn't run, I had family visiting so I wasn't alone. My race from last weekend that was postponed to this morning was cancelled yesterday. (Can you follow that?) So Karen and I decided we would just run on Sunday morning since there were still some weather threats/scares for Saturday morning, mostly in the form of flooding. Now, she and I have recently braved running 18 miles in a monsoon but it definitely wasn't my favorite thing. Cold will be fine if we aren't wet. Tomorrow morning we will get back to our long run routine and hope the park and streets aren't still flooded.

I went to sleep last night rather early and turned off the alarm clock. I'm not sure when it was turned off last. I woke up "naturally" and decided to make some coffee and read. I'm in a book club and our next meeting is coming up. I'm still not finished with the book but had set a goal for the weekend to be sure I can have it read before the meeting. I curled up with a cup of Casi Cielo and Uncle Tom's Cabin and read all morning long. I did feel a little guilty not getting up and doing things immediately and probably wouldn't do well if this was my Saturday morning routine, but I enjoyed it today.

I'm not sure you have ever read Uncle Tom's Cabin, but let me encourage you to pick it up. It takes a few chapters to become involved with the story because there are numerous characters and several storylines that take some time to intersect. I tell you though, this book is very enlightening. Sure it depicts the life of slavery and has been credited for the start of the Civil War, but there are much deeper topics discussed and demonstrated in this book. I've pretty much cried all morning just in awe of the story. If you are a Christian, this book will both challenge your faith and encourage you to love deeper and with purpose.

I should probably shower and get the day started. Not much on the schedule but it was started off with a very relaxing morning.

Fashion Investment

2010-01-31T09:48:00.000-08:00

Well, we got the much anticipated snow. It was pretty amazing and I was in shock when I woke up Saturday morning to the glow of the moon on all the white stuff. I felt like the kid in "A Christmas Story" when he wakes up to winter white Christmas morning, except there weren't any presents to open or family nearby.

I have been cooped up in my home alone ever since. At first, it was awesome because I had the opportunity to do some things I always neglect because of a busy schedule. I was fine until about 6 last night. Cabin fever sunk in and I had been watching Food Network, Man v. Food, and other food shows all day. I WAS STARVING. Sure I had all of this food from the store to satisfy an Army's appetite. What I didn't have were hamburgers, pizza, and fried chicken. Those were things I was craving. Those were the featurs on all of the cooking shows. I finally just went to bed hoping for a better Sunday. After realizing I wasn't going to be driving anywhere again today, I decided to walk over to the Harris Teeter for 3 reasons: 1) to get out of the house, 2) to have some sort of people interaction, and 3) for milk. The last reason was the least important.

As I walked over I realized something. The most valuable pair of footwear I own was purchased in 1995.

Reflect back to the era of grunge music, flannel shirts, and Timberland boots. The Christmas of my junior year in high school I had to have these boots. I grew up in the South, so these Gore-Tex boots from L.L.Bean weren't intended for weather. I was actually wearing them...with outfits. My folks probably shelled out around 100 bucks for these 15 years ago but today they were priceless.

The snow drifts were easily a foot deep in places, so these boots kept my feet not only dry but warm. What was originally intended to look good has turned into an investment for winter weather. Thanks Mom & Dad!

Caught Up!

2010-01-29T16:53:00.000-08:00

I grew up in the Valley of Southeast TN. Snow was not common. In fact, the threat of snow was laughable. We just didn't get it there often (unless you recall the blizzard of '93). Moving to VAB didn't change the comedy of snow warnings. Well, this place is all up in arms right now. Rumor on the weather channel is we are expecting 6-12 inches of snow tonight and tomorrow. I had a 25k race scheduled for tomorrow morning, but it was cancelled because of the scare. I figured it might just be worth the fear if the Striders cancelled the race. I don't know if you know many runners, but serious ones don't cancel runs unless it is absolutely necessary. Well, in the midst of all the weather talk, I figured I should probably go to the grocery store. If I lost power, I would starve to death. I made the stop after work today with the rest of Hampton Roads and something that I cannot explain came over me. I started buying soda, crackers, and cereal, items I rarely ever buy. Before I knew it, I was filling my cart with all kinds of foods I never buy. I watched everyone around me stock up and I did the same. Now, I failed to register in my own head that those around me were probably buying for several others. I was just buying for me. What can I say? I just got caught up...

Miracle Product

2010-01-23T13:21:00.000-08:00

Whenever I visit my hair stylist (is that what they are called these days?) I always walk away with shiny, soft, and beautiful hair. It's so drastically different than what I'm use to, I often wonder where this hair comes from. How can it be so different than when I go home and wash it myself. I often complain to her how horrible it looks when I'm in charge. This time I decided to at least put some effort into discovering how I can imitate her artistry.

For the last few visits, she has only applied one product to my hair. So, I asked what in the world it was. Perhaps this was the magic?

May I present to you what I believe is straight from the good Lord: Moroccan Oil. This little bottle came home with me and I used it for the first time today. It is an oil, so you have to be careful but it was the trick I needed. My hair looks silky smooth and feels so soft. This stuff is miracle working! Don't walk, run to your nearest hair product buying place and get your own. You will thank me for it.

Buy 2, Get 1 Free

2010-01-20T16:21:00.000-08:00

I joined a book club at the end of last year. I was invited by a co-worker/then officemate to join her and some other women for a Classic Fiction Book Club. The one thing I love more than reading is a reason to buy more books. So, I joined up! We try to meet up once a month and chat about the book, vote on a new book, and eat snacks. Pretty much a good time.

Last night we met up for discussions on Ivanhoe. As a group, we voted to read this book. I personally wanted to read it because of the Robin Hood cameo. Unfortunately, I never "met" Robin Hood because I couldn't get past page 105. Sir Walter Scott was definitely paid by the word because this novel was verbose to the extreme. I like to be engaged in the book at least by page 50! He lost me. I had zero motivation to read. The only good thing about it was my ironing has been done for the last month since I would rather do that than read Ivanhoe. Extreme? Maybe...

Fortunately, I was not the lone quitter. There were other quitters in the group. Quitters love company. We decided on the next few months and I concluded in my mind that I would stop by the Barnes and Nobles and pick up February's book, Uncle Tom's Cabin. I was a little disappointed in myself for giving up, so I was determined to redeem myself by not only purchasing the next book but also beginning the next book.

I stopped into the Chesapeake Barnes and Noble on my way home and noticed the hardback classics near the door and a big red sign: "Buy 2, Get 1 FREE". What if they have the next 2 books? Then I could buy them both and get a freebie! I began to search through the stacks on the table. I found Uncle Tom's Cabin immediately. Hip-Hip! March's book is Mansfield Park, so I started looking for it. They had several Jane Austen novels and I just kept looking for the one. Maybe it would be there. That would be so awesome! I began to give up when I realized something very wonderful. There were books under the table! Could my first Jane Austen novel be among the books beneath the table? And there it was! I felt like the heavens parted and the Hallelujah chorus was belted out by a choir of angels. It was the greatest feeling I've ever had buying books. So, I'm prepared for February and March book club. And the freebie? I got Volume 1 of Sherlock Holmes for kicks!

That was the best book buying experience I have ever had.

Guilty Pleasure

2010-01-11T17:46:00.000-08:00

I find that people love to impress others by their music preferences. In some circles, if you can name bands that other people haven't heard of you are way cool, indie music cool. Or if you want to further confirm your southern heritage, you announce your music heart belongs to Lynard Skynard or Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. The stereotypes can go on and on. I personally am a sucker for some classic rock and 80s music with synthesizers. However, recently I have discovered a musical guilty pleasure.

Taylor Swift is stinkin' adorable. I recently admitted this fact to some dude friends at work and learned I AM NOT ALONE! These grown men who are cooler than cool love her, too. Her innocence and charm have pulled me into her fan club. In fact, I even spent money and bought her CD! In the days of iTunes and CD-R drives, I rarely buy music. But I'm so impressed with her that I made the monetary investment. Plus, it doesn't hurt that I went to college with the dude in this picture, her producer.

An Equation of Love

2010-01-07T17:18:00.000-08:00

I witnessed a strangely amusing scenario today at work. It further confirmed a man's love of sport defines his love for another man.

There are very few employees from our VA Beach office that have added Suffolk to their office rotation. So, I have to make new friends. My office is located across from a very energetic and playful recruiter. The man is bursting with personality. Naturally, I enjoy fun people so we speak every once in a while. Today the topic turned into football. He goes on to tell me that he loves the Philadelphia Eagles. He explained to me that very few things stir up emotion inside him besides football. He further explained that he actually went to counseling last year when they traded one of their players. I giggled and said, "Are you serious?" He says, "Well, I had a few free sessions so..." I went on to inform him that my other VAB counterpart was also a huge Eagles fan. The man's eyes lit up like I just told him Santa Clause was real. (Sidebar: I have no idea what anyone's eyes would look like if I told them Santa was real because I have only done the opposite. I imagine the oppposite of tears would be what I saw.) Well, his excitement caused me to second guess myself that perhaps I was incorrect and my other co-worker loved the Steelers. I made my way to PSG's office to confirm the recruiter's excitement. I was correct and once again saw excitment of a child in a grown man's eyes.

I thought it was cute how they both talked about how they can't wait to talk to the other. I began to return to my office with PSG following so he could speak to the recruiter about their shared love. What happened next still makes me laugh. The 2 grown men, who have known each other for all of 3 days and have probably spoken no more than 3 words to one another, embraced. You would have thought they just learned they were long lost brothers, separated at birth. They began to reminisce about recent good games and share anger about disappointing ones. I observed a new brotherhood formed.

I wonder if they will wear matching Eagles jerseys on casual Friday?

Almost Heaven

2010-01-06T18:54:00.000-08:00

Working at a coffee shop is probably alot like being a drug dealer. I was a casual user in the beginning, but then when I started to work there I got it for free. Obviously, that increased both convenience and accessibility. But once I left, the addiction did not subside. Now I'm a hot mess! Well, in the time I spent at 7911 I developed some fantastic friendships and a number of them are still employed by Howard Schultz. As a result, there are plenty of pounds of coffee markouts to be shared and thankfully they remember dear old me. Which leads me to today and a thought that was confirmed in my mind: We, both former and current baristas, are all coffee snobs.

After spending 5 years of my life moonlighting as a barista, I have tasted most every coffee that came through that store. Collectively, baristas will typically agree on the "good" coffees and the "bad" coffees. There are a list of coffees that a barista will most likely point you towards when you inquire about the right coffee for you. Depending on the barista and their favorites, most likely they will suggest Sumatra, Gold Coast, or, for the wimpier ones, Breakfast Blend. (I have to agree with them most of the time except for Sumatra. The only time I enjoy that taste is with savory things like cheeses. I know it sounds weird, but it is true. Don't knock it till you've tried it.) The real excitement begins when the seasonal selections are available. Watch the barista's eyes light up when the Seattle order brings Anniversary Blend or Casi Cielo. This brings me to this post. My friend and former co-worker, Kerry, sends me a text on New Year's Day "We have Casi Cielo!! So next week, if you want my markout, you're more than welcome." This is a pretty big deal for the coffee snob.

This morning I drank the last of my Thanksgiving Blend (which was exceptionally good this year) and remembered that I could have Kerry's markout. So on my way to church this evening, I stopped in the store to pick it up. She was working and so we chatted for a second and then I saw there was another seasonal coffee from Mexico. I've sort of been digging the Latin American coffees lately and this one made me curious. So, I start asking the baristas if they have tried it. My buddy, Ro, was working and he gives me this look like, "Are you crazy?" I was confused until he said, "Mindy, Casi Cielo is back. Is there a question about which one to get?" You know what, he was right. Why would I even consider something else when coffee beans from heaven are sitting right there on the shelf. I picked up my bag and brought it home.

Tomorrow morning I will enjoy this rich, smooth, and slightly sweet goodness on my longer than usual commute to work and think, "It's just like heaven."

16 in 28

2010-01-02T13:47:00.000-08:00

Let me begin by saying the last 2 weeks have definitely been "holiday" in my life. I have been less than dedicated to my training and skipped the 20 mile run and only did 6 miles for my Christmas long run. I made a decision to throw caution to the wind in my eating for the Christmas season and it didn't help with my running routine. Well, what is behind me is behind me and I'm back on board for my March 21 commitment.

This morning we decided to drop back to 16 miles since it has been over 2 weeks since our last long run. I'm thankful for that because we were able to complete the run better than our first 16 mile attempt. We actually cut 5 minutes off the time with a 3 hour and 6 minute finish.

The temperature gauge on my car said 28 degrees at 6:15 this morning. There is this balance you have to achieve when running in the cold weather. Initially, you want to layer and layer because it is so freakin' cold. But you can't. After the first few miles, you generate so much heat that you are sweating and uncomfortable. Karen and I discussed our appropriate level of layering at length before going out. I probably could have handled a tank top under my shirt to add to my torso warmth, but all was well. The saving grace this week were handwarmers furnished to us from a friend of mine. We put them in our gloves and that piece of warmth kept us going. I found myself clenching the warmers everytime I felt a gust of cold wind as if that little piece of heat would provide full body comfort. It was probably all in my head, but I believe it did just that! Other than the unforgiving wind at the beach, nothing noteworthy occured on the trek. I'm really enjoying these long runs. I must admit, my legs started to get uber tired at mile 15, which at least says I'm comfortable at 16 miles.

Next weekend we begin the Distance Series Races. First up is a 20k. I'm hoping we do it in 2 hours exactly. That would make me pretty happy.

NEW is the new Excitement

2009-12-31T13:35:00.000-08:00

Well, technically speaking, I begin my new position tomorrow. I've been wrapping things up in my current position and spending quality time with the individual that I will be replacing. I'm really excited about the new adventure but am nervous about change. I have a new office location in addition to my current office. That means new people, new morning routine, and possibly new afternoon routine. Of course, with the new position comes new processes, new forms, new policies, and new headaches. Today, as we completed the turnover, I looked for new items that are exciting. So here are the top 5 things I have to look forward to:

5) Newer, nicer office furniture. The furniture in this office matches and presents a great opportunity to make the space my own.

4) New workforce with more women than men. Kirsten says that means more baked goods. I'm ok with that.

3) New planner. I bought a brand new planner last night so I can keep up with myself. In college, I depended on one but in recent years I just make lists on all kinds of notepads instead of one place. I'm resuming the planner devotion beginning today.

2) New flexibility. Since I have 2 offices, that means I will be mobile and my schedule will be flexible. I'm super pumped about that.

1) The number one thing I am excited about is: WATER COOLER! My current office does not have a water cooler but my new one does! You have no idea how excited I am. It will be the reason I get out of bed.

Hooray for new!

FB, Reconnecting

2009-12-21T16:42:00.000-08:00

In my LTS days, I would serve on the Convention committee and assist the various keynote speakers in whatever way necessary to get them ready for the event. My final year there allowed me to spend some QT (quality time) with a gentleman from WI that spearheaded the marketing revolution of Harley Davidson in the 90s. He's pretty popular among motivational speakers in the marketing arena. We developed an email relationship before his arrival, hung out while he was in town at various Convention events, and emailed a few times afterwards. Let me tell you, he is the coolest cat I've ever met! Sure, he's probably about a decade or more older than myself, but he's the kind of dude I would have been friends with in any social setting. Well, I don't know if you have noticed in the Hampton Roads area, but the local Harley shop has commercials on every time I turn the radio on. Yesterday I thought, "Wonder whatever happened to Ken?" FACEBOOK! I searched it out and found him! I sent him a request and asked if he remembered me. His response: "Of COURSE I do for cripe's sake!" So, we've reconnected thanks to the interweb and Facebook. He's one of my favorite people, so I'm pretty pumped about it.

Ch-Ch-Changes...

2009-12-17T18:31:00.000-08:00

As of this afternoon, my entire professional career has officially taken a turn. I'm with the same company, but beginning January 4 in a different capacity. Super amped about the opportunity. "Thank you, Lord, for exciting adventures!"

Pagers aren't gone yet

2009-12-09T14:54:00.000-08:00

I've spent a better part of this week in DC attending a conference with my organization. In case you do not know, our products and services include some of the most advanced technological items available in the world. However, our employees may not be so tech saavy.

A gentleman from one of our business units in charge of the more complicated products sat two seats away from me. The first day I began to hear a very loud buzzing sound and noticed the gentleman grab his phone and leave the room. Over time, the obnoxiously loud buzz began to annoy me to no end and I realized it was the gentleman's PAGER. That's right, a pager. Now, can someone explain to me how a man that was using a Blackberry and works for one of the most technologically advanced organizations in the world uses a freakin' pager? I mean, doesn't everyone's cellular voicemail give an option to page someone?

Moral of the story: Pagers. Even a rocket scientist can use it.

Commitment

2009-12-05T11:01:00.001-08:00

I learned a little lesson about commitment this morning. The Marathon training schedule had 18 miles for this weekend and Mother Nature had rain on her schedule. When I first left my house, it was just drizzly and I assumed it would be fine. As I approached Karen's house, the rain began to get heavier and I began to question what in the world I was about to get myself into. We decided to give it a shot despite the percipitation. If there's rain on race day, the show will still go on.

At about mile 2, Karen looks at me and says "We could turn around and then finish tomorrow." The rain was pounding and the wind was strong. I was indifferent but really preferred NOT to wake up early again tomorrow for running. I mean, I had been very careful in my eating on Friday and was fueled up. We decided to press on. Then the question arose again around 4.5 miles. This is when we discovered the importance of commitment. We were back and forth for a while with our decision until Karen recites a quote she had read about commitment. Of course, I don't remember the quote but it was about how commitment produces freedom because when we commit, the questions of will we or won't we do not exist. We are committed. That sealed the deal, rain and all. We would finish 18 miles no matter what.

Being wet no longer mattered and, more so, running through mud and rain puddles wasn't even thought of any longer. We were determined to finish and enjoy it along the way. Once I came to terms with sloshing feet and chilly extremities, it was a good run. We finished 18 miles, our longest run yet. And you know what, I had a good time!

PHILLY!

2009-12-05T10:43:00.001-08:00

The weekend before Thanksgiving, I made a little trip north to Philadelphia. Chip was working in the area, so we took advantage of the opportunity. The morning of my trip, I ran 16 miles at 6am with every intention to take a little nap prior to the plane ride. Well, that didn't happen. So, with the little bit of sleep I was able to steal on the plane ride, I managed to stay awake and enjoy all that we could in Philly Saturday. First stop: Cheesesteaks.

Now, if you have heard anything about Philly Cheesesteaks, you know about the corner with 2 famous steak places across the street from each other. Different people prefer different places, but we decided on Pat's. We considered trying both, but to be honest we were hungry and not in the mood to wait in line AGAIN. The cheesesteak was ok, but unfortunately I have had better in other places. In fact, Chip looks at me afterwards and says "There's a better one at a place on Tidewater Drive back home. I'll take you there..."

Here I am stuffing my face. Chip didn't want a picture stuffing his face. Weird...

Chip and I decided to drive around a bit and take in some sights. We stumbled on Penn's Landing and since there was 25 minutes left on the meter, we took a little walk to check it out. Chip is an engineer, so when he saw all the suspension bridges at the Landing, he began to explain how it all works. To realize that cables hold that thing up made me extremely uncomfortable driving over them. They make me nervous.

On Sunday, we decided to hit the historical sites. My girlfriend, Karin, and her beau were in Baltimore and agreed to drive over and meet us for the sightseeing. We had a blast and managed to see most everything. My only regret was we didn't see the steps from Rocky. Next time. Next time.

My camera battery died as we approached the Liberty Bell, so whenever I get Chip's pics, I'll post more...hopefully.

Tube Socks and a Smile

2009-11-21T07:27:00.000-08:00

Our running adventure started at 6am. Karen had obligations for the day and I was heading out of town, so it just made sense to start early. I must admit I got up earlier today than I EVER rise out of bed. The sun wasn't out yet and we were depending on the few and far between lights of Laskin Road until daylight. We went all over the place including the boardwalk and First Landing Park. It was sort of lonely the first 8 or so miles since no one in their right mind was out running yet. Once we hit the park, it was much better as we began to pass other runners. The only real obstacle we hit today was flooding in the park. Sure, my feet were wet, but we managed to re-route around the deepest part.

There were 3 things that saved the day today and made the run successful. The first thing was Body Glide on my feet. Body Glide is an awesome product that prevents and in most cases eliminates chafing. I always forget to put it on my feet so I don't blister. Today, I remembered. Feet did great. The second thing was GU. I decided before the run that I would ingest 2 today. So, Chocolate Outrage at mile 5 and Vanilla Bean at mile 10. I didn't necessarily need them at those moments, but I figured it was best to just do it so I wouldn't hit rock bottom and desperately need them later. They definitely fueled me today. The last thing and my most favorite were tube socks. When we started the run it was in the high 40s temperature wise. That's kind of chilly but once you hit a certain point, you get really hot. I wasn't really feeling long sleeves or a fleece. Karen had a brilliant idea. Tube socks on your arms until you get hot. It worked! I was able to keep warm in the morning and again on the boardwalk when the wind was ridiculously cold. I need to buy some of my own now. It was the greatest discovery ever!

So, we completed 16 miles in 3 hours 11 minutes. Not really fast, but we exceeded our goal and felt good at the end. To me, that's the most important.

HOT Yoga

2009-11-19T17:15:00.001-08:00

In my marathon training, I need some sort of additional activity. I'm horrible at cross training but decided to integrate something new in my life. How about Yoga?

I purchased a package from a new, local yoga studio a few weeks ago and have attempted to participate in a hot yoga class each week. If you are unfamiliar with yoga, yes HOT indicates temperature. It's what they call a "flow class" meaning the class just flows through numerous poses in a 90 degree room. You end up sweating like a beast, but you feel so good!

My first class was pretty awesome. If you know me at all, the act of relaxation is not something that a) comes easy or b) is practiced at all. I'm a high stress, multi-tasking, schedule juggling fool! When I left that first class, I felt like I had never felt before. I was both energized and a bit on the loopy side. Also, I realized how much the stretching helped to relieve the pain from my plantar fasciitis. It was amazing. I could walk normal again!

Tonight's class was actually pretty successful. I landed all of my handstands and even achieved a few new poses. I only have 2 classes left, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to renew after the holidays. If you have an opportunity to practice hot yoga, may I urge you to do it!!! Your mind and body will thank you...

Weekend Plans

2009-11-18T17:37:00.000-08:00

My boyfriend, Chip, travels alot for work. Sometimes the travel is to fun, exotic places and other times it is the middle of nowhere but normally it is only Monday through Friday. He left on Sunday for Philadelphia to be gone for the next 2 weeks. Well, he contacted me yesterday to tell me that he found a cheap flight for the weekend. I've never been to Philly, so I jumped at the chance. I'm heading North on Saturday after my run. I love history and am super amped about all the opportunities to visit the city of brotherly love. And the most important thing: PHILLY CHEESESTEAKS! That is the first thing we are doing. When I mentioned to my co-worker who is from Philly about my visit, his first question was "Geno's or Pat's?" I'm not from there so I wasn't sure of my answer. Upon contemplation I have decided BOTH! Why not? So, folks, I can't wait to share with you all the sites of Philly and my own cheesesteak determination.

Speedwork

2009-11-16T18:33:00.001-08:00

In the last few months, my running partner has improved her speed and I am still, unfortunately, slow. So, I decided to start doing a little speedwork once a week. This started last week. My initial attempt to speed up my 3 mile run in the middle of the week went well and I was able to shave off a little more than 40 seconds a mile opposed to my comfortable and easy pace. Tonight, I acheived my best time yet and shaved another 7 seconds from last week. I am 11 seconds away from my goal. Perhaps that will be met next week.

At about the first mile, I discovered something was creating minor discomfort. I was in such a rush to change clothes that I left my bra on under my sports bra. Classy!

4 Months to Go

2009-11-15T17:21:00.000-08:00

My running partner and I adventured literally all over Virginia Beach to get our miles logged for the weekend. Our usual running spot was under water due to Storm Ida so we had to find a route that would equal 13 miles. Karen took me on a lovely tour of neighborhoods I didn't know about and I fell in love with many waterfront homes. It was nice to be around civilization when the bathroom urge hit. I'm not a fan of the port-o-potty, so when Chickfila was in sight I made the stop. Later that evening when I was driving to Chip's I realized just how much of the Great Neck/Laskin Road area that we ran. WOW!

During the run, I felt pretty good with the exception of a few brief moments of weakness and fighting with the streetside debris that continued to get stuck in my shoe. At the end of the run, we had run about 13.2 miles. That is about .1 more than I have ever done before. Once we stopped, fatigue hit me pretty hard. I was worn out. Thankfully, Karen's husband serves as "Coach" and knows the details of what we need to eat immediately after, etc. Did you know Slimfast is the best recovery drink after a long run? I'm not sure if I really like them, but that was the tastiest "treat" I had ever had! And just think, we have four more months of training left.

Next week: my first attempt at 15-16 miles.

O Christmas Tree!

2009-11-15T09:13:00.000-08:00

A number of locals shared a fantastic secret of Hampton Roads when it comes to Christmas trees. There's a wholesale company that sells pre-lit trees at a bargain price. The catch is it is cash only and their hours are worse than banker's hours. So, last week I made lunch plans to go with my bud's mom. After a little negotiation, I ended up with a great pre-lit 7 foot tree for $30! Yes, you read that right. I was pumped! So, today I decided to take it out of its box. Say what you want, but I'm leaving it out. I'm not going to decorate it until Thanksgiving, but this is one step done towards Christmas decorating. And, it isn't like people come to my house on the regular. No one will know except all of you...and the rest of the world if they stumble on this site.

Almost Halfway There...

2009-10-31T12:30:00.001-07:00

I'm not going to lie that last week's long run turned into a bad experience and I won't provide details. It made me a little nervous since it was only 1/3 of the marathon distance. After a week of research and some adjustments, I prepped myself for today. There was an inaugural Halloween race at the beach, Wicked 10k. Meghan and I were the only ones that signed up in time before it sold out. So, she and I met up at the race so I could get my first 6 miles in. Karen wasn't able to sign up, so she met me there to run my additional 5 after the race. I was a little cautious during the race a bit nervous about completing that distance and then going back out to run further. Nonetheless, we finished in a respectable time and ran the additional distance better than I had anticipated. I have learned that caffienated GU sure does make a difference in my head and in my body. Sort of gives me that spring in my step needed. So, I finished 11 miles today feeling better than I have felt in a while. Thank the Lord! I'm almost halfway there...

It's Not Fine Dining

2009-10-23T14:39:00.000-07:00

Today I had a little break at work and found my way to the local newspaper's "Best of..." list. I was reading through to find out how credible it was and discovered the voters and myself do not agree on many of the winners. One category that I disagreed with was the Best of Fine Dining. The 2nd place winner was a local Mexican eatery. REALLY? FINE DINING? I couldn't believe it. My confusion launched into a vent session with a friend. What began as first thoughts and reasons this Mexican restaurant couldn't be considered fine dining quickly became our version of a Jeff Foxworthy sketch.

If you get free chips and salsa, it is not fine dining.
If you get paper napkins, it is not fine dining.
If your cup is plastic and could have the "Coca-Cola" trademark on it, it isn't fine dining.
If you can seat yourself, it is not fine dining.
If you can walk to the register and have your entire bill split and pay for each item seperately, then it is not fine dining.
If your eating utensils are a faded gray and could be bent with your bare hands, it is not fine dining.
If there are no tablecloths or they are made of paper and you get crayons, then it is not fine dining.
If shorts and flip flops are considered appropriate attire, it is not fine dining.
If there is a sign that states "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service," chances are it is not fine dining.
If there are smokers milling about the dumpster in the back, it is not fine dining.

Care to chime in?

Cold Today, Hot Tamale

2009-10-19T17:25:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to lie, I have waited my entire life to use that line. As kids, we would pass the numerous billboards for South of the Border on our way to Myrtle Beach, and that one was my favorite.

Speaking of tamales...a friend of mine at work spent the last week with her folks. They were visiting from TX and brought all the right ingredients for authentic, homemade tamales. I had never had one before, and since I don't dine on swine, my wonderful co-worker made me veggie versions. Can you believe it? I steamed some up for dinner and might I say they were awesome. S.B., teach me how!!!

"That" Runner

2009-10-17T10:33:00.000-07:00

I've been racing since I moved to Virginia Beach. For the first few years, each race was a distance I didn't run often. Now that I'm doing long distances, I rarely do 5ks. (In fact, the only 5k I do each year is Race for the Cure. It was this race that started me on the running wagon, so it's a given I will participate.) Anyways, I can remember going to some races and seeing participants running a few miles prior to the start. I always rolled my eyes and thought it was obnoxious. Well, this morning I ran a 5k. According to the training plan, I was suppose to run 9 miles. That's longer than 3.12. In order to make up the difference, my running partner and I agreed to arrive early, run 2 before the race and then finish the last 4 after the race. During the run I realized, I've become "that" runner.

For Mixson

2009-10-09T15:41:00.001-07:00

It's funny how you can have something like this blog and most of the time you think you are the only one reading it aside from the regular 3 people that comment. That's truly why I don't write more often. I mean, there are only 3 people that care. Well, you can add another one to the list. I found out my bestest buddy from high school reads this! So, C.W. Mixson, I'm tickled pink you read!

Mixson is my complete opposite although we have been very close friends for pushing 20 years. I'm an evangelical Christian, he's an athiest. I'm extremely conservative, he's all the way on the left. I think animals taste great, he's a vegetarian. The great thing about Mixson is I feel like no matter what I believe, I can always bounce things off of him to get a different perspective. He always respects my opinion and I know that when I ask him a question he will give me an intelligent answer. We are sort of the Yin Yang combo. And even though we won't speak for months, and in some cases years, I will always consider him near and dear to my heart.

After learning the news of the most recent Nobel Peace Prize winner, I had to talk to a liberal to find out what they think about it all. I mean, I will celebrate success when it is earned. I just have a hard time accepting an award for effort rather than results. I mean, I'm training for a marathon. Should they send me a first place medal for my effort? NO WAY! Of course, those folks in Oslo lost my respect in 94 when Arafat won. I came to the conclusion that it was a game of semantics: what does peace really mean? For obvious reasons, we don't define it the same. Nonetheless, Mixson and I had a very productive conversation about it all and that's when he informed me that he reads my blog. So, I decided to dedicate this post to him.

Mixson, I miss you dude! Did you ever think when we would go running down Ocoee Street during your summers home from college that I would still be running and training for a marathon today? You and Andy were the reasons I started running! Thanks, man!

Crock Pot Culinary

2009-10-06T16:35:00.000-07:00

I made an incredible crock pot stew yesterday that sent my olfactories a dancin'! Since I have been extremely SLACK on my food blog, I posted it there. Check it out!

Hills

2009-09-26T08:32:00.000-07:00

This morning, Karen and I headed to Mt. Trashmore for our first long run of our training. According to our schedule, we needed to attempt 4-6 hills and mileage of about 7 miles. We haven't incorporated hills in our training before, so I was a bit nervous. I mean, distance can be hard enough without an incline. There are several options when it comes to hills at the park. We opted to run up a long and gentle gradient for the first hill and up a much steeper but shorter distance for the second one. The 2 hills made a set and then we ran a mile in between to recover. The first set was ok but the others really made me breath hard! At one point, I ended up walking up the steep hill because I felt like I was going faster that way than "running." At the end of the run, I was pleasantly surprised that we completed 7 miles. I felt really good at the end, so that's encouraging.

I'm really looking forward to this training and pushing my body beyond its natural comfort. I'm also hoping to shed a few pounds along the way. Unfortunately, the first week of training has already boosted my appetite. Must. Be. Careful. With. Snacking!

All in all, I'm happy to report the first week was good. Total mileage=18 miles. 1 speed run and 1 hills run. Not too shabby.

Day One - Marathon Training

2009-09-21T16:41:00.001-07:00

Today was officially the kickoff run for my 6 month Marathon training program. I only wanted to run 4.5 miles but my buddy wanted to keep going to 5 miles. I realized at that moment that I needed to go ahead and start pushing myself even if I don't feel like it. My mind said go, but my body said no. I hadn't made the best eating decisions during the day since my AWESOME co-workers/friends brought in a birthday brunch for me. (I should have only partaken at 10am and not round 2 in the afternoon.) The food was so wonderful, but not so much around mile 4 when my stomach began to turn and I wasn't sure I was going to make it. I pushed through and made it. I'm glad I did, but I'm still recovering as I type.

Note to self: Making good eating decisions will make the distance easier to acheive.

Constitution Day Reviewed

2009-09-18T05:46:00.000-07:00

It's no coincidence that I would be born on Constitution Day. That's right! 191 years prior to my entrance, our Constitution was signed and approved. Although September 17, 2009, was not as monumental as the same day in 1787, it turned out pretty good.

Here's my birthday recap:

8:00am Arrive at work to discover various gifts on my desk. I work with some of the most thoughtful people. I received an avocado plant that was born at my birthday weekend last year, Post-It note labels (which I have been dying to buy!), and a clever DIY cheese kit so I can make my own mozzarella and ricotta. Mmmmmm

9:00am Work Inspection to last all day. Disappointment: my rep forgot to bring me cupcakes like I requested.

Noon Received another thoughtful gift of stationary and notepads from my ex-officemate.

3:30pm Left work early to run off the stress of the day and be ready to eat like a queen with Chip later. Rob Socia and I knocked out a good 5 miles and I worked up a great appetite.

5:30pm Chip arrives with a dozen red roses. They are so pretty!

6:30pm After Chip's attempts to throw me off a number of times to where we are eating, we finally arrive at the Melting Pot. An evening of eating, eating, and more eating: Cheese fondue, Salad, Meats and Veggies, and Chocolate Oreo and Marshmallow Fondue. I may never have to eat again!

It was such an awesome day! My folks arrive today for more celebrating all weekend long! Woo-Hoo!

Different than you planned...

2009-09-16T19:32:00.000-07:00

In less than 2 hours, I will officially be in my 30s. Sitting here realizing another year has passed and gone, I'm thankful for where I am today rather than where I was a year ago. My entire life is different, for the good. However, I can't help but recall how I predicted life would be at this age. You know, when your young and certain that you will meet the man of your dreams and begin your family by 30 while establishing a rock solid career as a successful doctor/lawyer making 6 digits with just a few more years before you can run for President. Yea, 30 wasn't the benchmark for any of those.

Earlier today I was so pleased with life. However, at this hour I can detect a hint of depression surfacing. How true it is that the mind is quite a battlefield and you choose what you feed. Feed the thoughts of defeat and depression and that is exactly what will grow. Feed the joy of accomplishment and satisfaction with my present circumstances, and you can be sure those thoughts and feelings will grow. I'm learning my weapons of warfare in a very real and applicable way. Nonetheless, it sure isn't how I had planned...

High School

2009-09-12T08:40:00.000-07:00

Chip and I went to his high school alma mater for a little football action. The game was recognized in the area as the "Game of the Week," so we thought we would go. As we approached the field, my minde immediately transported back in time to my own high school football memories. The area by the entrance looked just like our field entrance with the middle school crowd socializing and not paying one bit of attention to the game. As we passed by I thought, "I guess all high schools are the same!" It was fun to watch but made me appreciate the Bears. Did you know that at other schools, cheerleaders aren't required to tumble? Our cheerleaders were awesome, even if we did make fun of them. :o) I started to miss the cheers and chants we were use to and of course the drumline. RAWHIDE!

These are a few of my favorite things...

2009-09-09T19:02:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about the things that I love. Here is a short list:
Post-It Notes
The smell of a new bag of Espresso being opened
Trinity Shots made by Rommel (its a SBUX 7911 thing)
Trader Joe's
Running on a cool afternoon
The first day of fall (to include my first bowl of chili and Pumpkin Spice Latte for the season)
Notepads for lists
Biographies
Hobby Lobby
Mizuno Running shoes
Text Messages
Long conversations at the dinner table
Flight of the Conchords
National Review
Food Network
Race Expos
The Beatles
Personalized Stationary
Catching up with an old friend
Fresh mozzerella cheese
Banjo music
Family get togethers...

Comic of the day

2009-09-06T16:34:00.001-07:00

Life is Precious

2009-09-05T10:01:00.001-07:00

How easy it is to go about life never considering an early death for yourself, for your loved ones, for those around you. Although I'm removed from the situation, my heart is breaking for a young girl that lost her husband this morning and for my sister, the strong pillar for so many friends around her.

I called my mom this morning after my run, as I always do, to see what was in store for the folks this Labor Day weekend. She began to tell me that my sister had a really bad night. In the middle of the night, my sister received a phone call from the local Police Department. A friend of hers had requested Keri's presence at her home. You see, this friend awoke to find her husband laying beside her not breathing. In her most dire time of need, she called on my sister and being the sensitive and caring person that she is, she responded. So, without sleep Keri went in to work today longing for her shift to end so she could return to her friend. A few moments ago, my mother called to inform me that he didn't make it. A young man of about 27 years old has left this world entirely too soon.

The actual cause of death details are uncertain and I guess really don't matter at this point. What matters is a home is devastated and the world around this young man is affected.

I think the hardest thing right now is being the strong woman of faith that Keri is to a hurting group of people that may or may not know that God is good and His plans are perfect. The burden that we, as Christians, carry can be so overwhelming. Our care and love for those around us exceeds the present and hopes for eternity. But I think it is moments like this, where our faith is activated and our words are penetrating, that open the door for God to show up. He is real and His peace truly passes understanding.

I sit here today with a broken heart for this young girl that is now a widow. As a single woman, I don't understand the love that married couples share. But I can only imagine the hole in her world. I feel alone sometimes being single, but I've never known it any other way. This young girl will have to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and start a new life without the man she married.

I hope that reading this compels you to do 2 things: 1) Pray for this family and those supporting them (especially Keri). Pray for the peace that only our Heavenly Father can provide and the hope for a better tomorrow. Pray for strength and healing during this time. 2) Savor life and your loved ones. Be thankful for the health and life of your family and friends. And not just be thankful but express your feelings to them.

Appreciate the life you have been blessed with and make the most of every opportunity confident that He who began a good work will bring it to completion (Philipians 1:6).

I'm Not So Bad

2009-08-31T15:51:00.001-07:00

One of my girlfriends has recently met and begun a very serious dating relationship with a really great guy. As she's gotten to know him, she's shared different things about him with me. I've felt like I could relate to where he came from, not necessarily where he's been and noticed we have a lot in common. I've gotten to know him a little bit and I've felt like he was an old friend that I've known forever. Well, the other day my girlfriend and I went to dinner. She began to tell me another story that once again confirmed how similar we were. Mid-conversation, she looks at me and says "I just realized....MINDY! I'm dating you!"
"You are one lucky girl..."

And this is why I run...

2009-08-31T15:40:00.000-07:00

My love for running was revived today. Summer weather drives a wall between me and my running shoes every year. Sure, you can make it work out for a little while but once the humidity becomes unbearable I begin to reconsider my commitment to the sport. Today, we have reconciled our relationship...at least until July.
Today's weather may not have gotten many others as excited as it did me. In fact, I told a friend how I wanted to go outside and run if "the rain is drizzly and not downpour." She didn't seem to feel the same way. Well, after work and some errands, I looked at the temperature gauge to determine I would be an idiot not to take advantage of 67 degree weather on the last day of August. I went to my usual changing spot, threw on my clothes (and my hat), and took off. It took all that was in me NOT to take off in full sprint. I was so excited to be out there, rain and all. It was the longest run I've had during the week since this sweltering heat has come upon us in the 757. Surprisingly, I was quite alone at the Park most of the run. Doesn't anyone else care that it was perfect running weather? I've fallen in love all over again. I guess that's just in time for Marathon training!!

The Underdog wins again!

2009-08-22T09:03:00.000-07:00

Last night, Chip and I met the Wilker family at the Tides game for a little piece of Americana, BASEBALL. The Tide franchise has some event going on between every inning. Near the beginning, the "entertainer" selected 3 children from the crowd and they were going to perform a dance off. At the end of their display of moves, the crowd would vote for the best dancer. Well, all three kids were introduced and the music started. The kids started shaking their groove thing except the little girl in the middle. She just stood there for what seemed like forever and then she dropped her head into her hands and just started to cry. It was absolutely pitiful. She cried the entire song and I could tell the emcee didn't know what to do! At the conclusion of the tunes, the crowd voted. Our little cryer won unanimously! It was so precious. Ahhh, it always feels good when the underdog takes home the prize...

Popeye the Movie

2009-08-15T12:13:00.000-07:00

Last night, I found out a friend of mine owns Popeye, the movie. Immediately, I had thoughts of my childhood and how that movie was my absolute favorite. When I was very young, we lived in Germany. Movies and television (from the US) were limited and there are only two things I distinctly remember watching from that time of my life: Fame and Popeye. I remember thinking Robin Williams was so awesome, never realizing how vulgar and crazy he really was! In fact, I saw Popeye before I ever saw Mork and Mindy. This movie was my introduction to Robin Williams. Well, I decided to take a walk down memory lane while I wait on Chip today and watch the movie. This thing is classic and has a million quotable lines beyond "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today." This movie is still awesome, I'll have you know!

Albums That Changed My Life...

2009-08-13T16:18:00.000-07:00

Chip went away to Italy on Saturday and we knew we wouldn't have any communication for a week. I decided to send him with a letter for each day he was away. I made a list of random topics and devoted each day to one. I had everything covered: Art, Music, Food, God, Future/Goals, and Potpourri. (You remember that category from Jeopardy? "I'll take Potpourri for 200, Alex.") Seriously, the letters were so just stream of consciousness. It was sort of fun to write!

Anyways, I finally identified the top 10 albums that have changed my life in the Music letter. While I was running today, I reviewed the list to try and remember the albums and thought I would share them with you guys. They are in no particular order:

1. The White Album by the Beatles
2. Abbey Road by the Beatles
3. Beatles For Sale by the Beatles
4. It Takes Two by Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock
5. Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We by the Cranberries
6. Thriller by Michael Jackson
7. Indigo Girls by Indigo Girls
8. Out of the Blue by Debbie Gibson
9. Zeppelin IV by Led Zeppelin
10. 18 & Life by Skid Row

Don't judge me...

Disturbing Run...

2009-08-02T13:45:00.000-07:00

Yesterday morning, my running partner and I went on our usual Saturday run. It was pretty early, but we noticed lots of running activity. As we started, a lady stopped us on her way out of the park, our way in and told us a man was missing and we could find a picture of him at the Visitor's Center. Questions immediately starting running through our heads. Was he abducted? Was he running late at night? Was it a medical condition that may have occurred during a hot run? As we progressed into the park, we noticed many state ranger vehicles and foot traffic on the trails. We couldn't decide if all the foot traffic were trainings or real life search parties. Well, it appears that the many individuals that we saw were participating in the search for a local Navy man. I'm anxious to hear the autoposy report...

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Tampa

2009-08-02T11:55:00.000-07:00

I had a conference in Tampa last week to attend with a co-worker/friend, Ryan. The conference was actually pretty interesting and I was able to get a handle on some procedures that I have otherwise been learning on my own. The evenings made it a nice trip and break from my routine life. My girlfriend, Cybil, lives there and I was certain she would give birth during my visit. Unfortunately, that was not the case. I'm disappointed. Nonetheless, we were able to meet up, have dinner, and catch up on life. I enjoyed that.

Ryan brought his family on the trip and they graciously adopted me for the week. We went to watch the Tampa Bay Rays and NY Yankees play baseball one night (even though the American Idol tour was playing about 500 feet from our hotel window. :o) ) We even had several meals together. It was a lot of fun. I'm not sure you can tell but Ryan's shirt says "This is what awesome looks like." His son bought it for him while we were in the conference and it was quite the hit. I'm just sad I didn't have a chance to buy one to give as a gift. It was pretty hilarious.

Well, I'm back home and back to the grind tomorrow...

My Sister's Best Friend's Wedding

2009-08-02T11:46:00.001-07:00

I recently made a quick trip to Atlanta for my sister's bff's wedding. Keri and Deb met each other early on in their college life and they immediately became close. So much so, that Deb began joining my family on family vacations and continued to go with us until just a few short years ago. In addition, she worked for my mother as a student worker during her last few years at Lee. She's pretty much family.

The groom, Adam, comes from a family friend of my sister and I. I grew up with his 2 brothers and his older sister but didn't really have much of a relationship with him since he was younger. However, my sister grew up with him and his brother, Rod. They were all closer in age. Turns out, Keri and Deb went to hear Rod's band play several years ago and Adam was there. Keri introduced Deb and in Keri's words told Deb "You should like him!" I guess it worked because they are now husband and wife.

The whole fam had the opportunity to travel and attend. It was a lot of fun and also great to catch up with some old friends.

UPDATED: Shopping Success!

2009-07-18T19:34:00.000-07:00

I have a problem that most women suffer. I love to shop. Chip and I had a discussion about it today and he thinks I should just buy a few nice items rather than lots of items at the local TJ Maxx. But I'm a woman that loves to shop and only buying a few nice items won't satisfy my need to purchase. Call me an addict...I do.

I have a wedding to attend next weekend, so I thought this would be the perfect excuse to buy a new dress. I wasn't sure what I was looking for. Nothing struck me until we hit the last department store. First off, I checked the shoe department because I am looking for a classic pair of camel brown heels for work. Lo and behold, I found the CUTEST pair of patent leather navy blue flats. Sure I have plantar fasciitis and shouldn't wear flats but these goodies were 10 bucks! I'll buy inserts. They were so stinking adorable that I bought my sister a pair of black ones (only because I couldn't decide on a fun color for someone else). I then proceeded to look at dresses. I luckily found a very cute wedding appropriate dress for 20 bucks! Seriously, this was a pleasantly successful shopping experience. I love those!

*UPDATED for Sarah and Amberly:

Female Fellowship

2009-07-15T18:43:00.001-07:00

If you have talked to me in the last few months, you know that I have been in a rut with church. I love my church, don't get me wrong, but I've felt something is just missing. In a discussion with my girlfriend, Adrienne, I was invited to join her small group Bible study. Tonight was the last night of the study and I must say I have thoroughly enjoyed it. If you have ever been in any study with me before, I've never been bashful about offering my 2 cents (or more in some cases) but I did things differently this time. As selfish as it sounds, I took from this group. I purposefully listened and just tried to take it all in and offered zero in the conversation. It was a bit unlike me, but I rather enjoyed observing and learning from women of various walks of life. I'm sad it is over but extremely grateful for the opportunity to learn.

The study involved a Life Journal and the Bible. The Journal gave a list of readings each day and then you would select a verse that you identified as meaningful or important to you and wrote about it. The template to use for writing is S.O.A.P. (Scripture, Observation, Application, Prayer). It definitely sent a jolt to my reading the Word and put me in a routine that I rather enjoy. Not to mention it has forced me to read much of the Old Testament that we all shy away from (Minor Prophets, Major Prophets). I don't dislike the Old Testament, but find the New such an easier read not to mention a bit more joyful. Those Prophets can throw down some harsh language!

All in all, I'm thankful for the group and study and praying that I will continue S.O.A.P. readings at least until I can get through the whole Bible.

Adrienne, thank you so much for inviting me and letting me tag along. I'm still praying for your situation and I am more than confident it will indeed be greater than you imagine. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. But in ALL your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6

Sandy Saturday

2009-07-12T09:10:00.000-07:00

I meet my running partner, Karen, every Saturday morning for our long runs. We have had this routine for about 2 years. Recently we registered for this year's Mud Run and knew we needed to start preparing. This race is going to be much more challenging than our normal flat, fast race routes. According to the race's website, the course is "an 8k run with obstacles through the surf, sand, mud and muck of Little Creek Amphibious Base." Obstacles include a wire crawl, tire obstacles, mazes and a mud pit. I'm really looking forward to it (and trying to identify clothes I will toss post race). I'm NOT looking forward to running in sand. This Saturday we attempted a light run/walk at the Bay. The hard part is the softness of the sand and the slip slidin' of your feet. I decided that if I made short, quick strides on the soft sand, it wasn't as bad. I'm hoping the sand is at least flat because my ITB is not a fan of gradient running surfaces. Next weekend we are attempting the Oceanfront sand. I'm hoping that's easier!

It's Like Walking on a Marshmallow...

2009-07-06T15:46:00.000-07:00

In case you don't already know and are curious, I am beginning to develop Plantar Fasciitis. That basically means the connective tissue that supports the arch of the foot is inflammed. It is a common injury for runners. I've been stretching my Achilles lately in an effort to minimize the pain. The first steps in the morning are the absolute worst. Well, on July 4th I made a trip to the outlets (a successful one at that). I purposefully wore some flip flops that had more cushion and arch support than my flat J.Crew variety. BIG mistake! I shouldn't have worn flops at all but it went with my outfit! Anyways, by the end of the day I could barely walk and the next morning I all but crawled to the shower. I had to run to Target for an errand, so I decided to see what the good doctor had to offer - Dr. Scholl's that is. God Bless him! I purchase a pair of orthotics specifically for Plantar Fasciitis and my world has changed. I feel like I'm walking on marshmallows! And I'm starting to crave chocolate and graham crackers...

26.2

2009-07-02T16:03:00.000-07:00

I've been considering a new challenge for the last few weeks and officially committed. In March of 2010, I will complete my first marathon. Today, I'm excited for the challenge. I hope that I'm this excited on a random Saturday morning come February and I'm setting out for 20 miles...

Fun in the Sun

2009-06-28T17:42:00.000-07:00

I usually run on Saturday mornings and in the summer, the earlier the better. This weekend, my running partner and I agreed that 7AM would keep us from too much humidity and give us a better opportunity for a longer run. Chip lives around the corner from where I run, so he offered to make me breakfast afterwards and take me out on his boat. So, once I showered the grime and sweat of 7 miles off, we headed to Trader Joe's to buy the ingredients for some yummy omelets. Chip's culinary skills are quite impressive and tasty! Then we were off to the boat for fun in the sun. We didn't stay out too long, but it was a very relaxing time together. He bought me a few magazines the day before so I would have something to read while we were out and he showed off his nautical talent. He's pretty awesome! To say the least, I was pretty worn out since I'm use to a little nap post run on Saturdays but I hope to have more Saturday mornings like this for the summer. I loved it!