Just Another Day With Me

5K..yes, again.

I will say that is the first and last time I will run across the football field at OU Stadium. 

Baby's first 5K, lets just say its sweet revenge for that emo goth concert mosh pit hell I was in a week ago. 

Chisholm Trail Stampede 5K

Yawns.... hadn't checked the stats yet....  Note new shoes...from Ross, $20!!! Very comfy and a bargain.  Always buy running shoes at Ross, can't get better shoes cheaper.    

First number is overall... second number is first out of four in my division, :-D  Kinda like that "1" its kind of motivating....  I was like wait, that means if it says "1" the rank isn't changing.  LOL! 

 HEY! I got one of those! LOL!  

Not a "good" picture of me by any means.. ugh I hate "post run" pics.  :-D   

 

5K!

1st in my Age Division!!!!!  Finished in 34 minutes (not bad for me and considering I had a major asthma attack the first mile!!!)  YEAH! I'm happy :-D was a very small race, FUN. The good thing about 5Ks is I'm not sore afterwards.  SOooooooooo it is a big deal cuz its my first medal ever for finishing first in any kind of sporting event in any kind of division.  Remember I was the kid who always got picked last and came in last.  

<grin>  Photos to come, hub went and was a good photographer!  

How Children's Sports SHOULD Be.

Sandlot Day, pretty strong feelings about this one.  Parents are too involved in children's sports.  Let kids be kids, let them play.  I played basketball as a kid on Saturdays, but never was into baseball, but some parents are shuffling constantly season to season, the kids have practice weekly year round. 

My kids...  play if they wish.  But, we swim....  in the summer,  unstructured.   Our activities are not structured with yelling coaches.   This is how sports should be for our children, a sandlot, not four practices and two games a week.  Helicopter parents....  poor kids.  

Now, I'm not raising a house of athletes.  I kind of think that the parents, should be working on getting into shape themselves and setting the example for their kids, instead of pushing them in sports.   Just my opinion....  I've seen plenty of 200+ Mamas yelling at their younguns to chase that ball.   Just an opinion....  I mean, we have the set the example for the kids right?  I know everytime my kids have to run in PE they come home telling me how far they ran and the difficulty.  So I know it makes as difference.  Just saying... parents are the roll models and we need to be the ones out there in shape too.  

Now, I'm tired but I just read this and wanted to throw the link up.   

I AM SLOW!

First three miles in 39 minutes- I really suck but I did push myself harder today... last three miles - I really don't care! I guess I didn't push myself that hard because my muscles aren't aching, but, still... last spring I could run three in thirty.  I'm running a 5K on the 24th of April.  Determined to go faster than 39 flippin' minutes.... But, it was nearing 80 degrees, so it was HOT and humid.  I *am* slow.  Oh yeah supposed to call and get the results of that Echo-cardiogram, but I didn't die today so I figure I'm just fine. It is another beautiful April day - perfect weather (well a little too hot to be running) but beautiful fluffy clouds and a blue sky... everything is green and I'm happy.....This photo was taken on mile 4 of six.. I live at the very top of the furthest hill... What a pretty day, I may go back out to see if we have a good sunset, I think we will.   

 

Six Miles of Sunshine *A Running Blog*

Oh such a nice day..... went six miles today, gorgeous weather, beautiful out,  sunny with a little breeze and a few clouds, the grass is getting green.   Not fast, but definitely still consistent.  Its always the second or third mile that gets me, I speed up on mile five and six.  Six miles in an hour and a half, well that kind of sucks but I guess 6.1 miles is pretty close to a 10K.  I really like my toy and on google it maps out the hills/elevation which is pretty cool.   I like stats.   

I spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry.  Its only 4:30 - I can certainly take a nap now.  I think I earned it.   The trouble with doing any exercise that takes an hour and a half, thats when you run out of stored carbs/glucose in your blood so you come in famished and pig out (I had instant oatmeal today).  Wish I had chocolate milk and a banana, but I'm out of bananas...looks like I need to go to WM sometime.   

Total Distance: 9.77 km (6.1 mi)
Total Time: 1:30:07
Moving Time: 1:28:11
Average Speed: 6.51 km/h (4.0 mi/h)
Average Moving Speed: 6.65 km/h (4.1 mi/h)
Max Speed: 14.45 km/h (9.0 mi/h)
Min Elevation: 320 m (1050 ft)
Max Elevation: 370 m (1214 ft)
Elevation Gain: 206 m (677 ft)
Max Grade: 0 %
Min Grade: 0 %
Recorded: Sat Mar 13 14:44:42 CST 2010
Activity type: running

Great running song... love this song!

Stupid Bowl

Football and commercials.   These are two things that I try to avoid like the plague and this year I did.  My television wasn't turned on to root for the Saints or whatever other team they were playing.  Now, I did hear via Facebook that the Saints won, which according to my cousins this is good for the murder rate in New Orleans (err as they call it hell)  tonight.  I am wondering if there will be looting or rioting, because I've heard that game days are insane in New Orleans.   Now,  I don't really care either way.  But, I didn't watch the game.  I don't care about the million or two million dollar commercials, unless there are any sponsored by the federal government (then I might get pissed off).   I don't care what the Budweiser Frogs are doing,  dancing lizards, talking, etrade babies or girls in bikinis.  I don't care what the advertising geniuses came up with.   I just don't care.   I don't care who made a touchdown, pass or a fumble or what great football player did this.   I don't care that millions of grown up little boys are sitting their screaming at the TV screens living vicarious fantasy lives through the actions of a sports team.   I am not a football fan.   I don't understand the thrill in watching the beasts in action, I don't understand the hows and the whys of how the game works and if I'm not sitting in the arena where its being played I don't really care to watch it.  Live events are ok I guess.   I don't care about the halftime show or whether anyone got to see Janet Jackson's boobage... afterall that was one Super Bowl where it was amusing to watch.... oh the humanity. 

So really why do so many people give a f**k about football?  And why are so many Americans fat and out of shape... they aren't getting fit by osmosis thats for sure.   OK this was my official football rant.   Seriously...  whats the point?   Someone tell me what it feels like to watch the game?  Maybe I can see having one team but suddenly everyone across the nation is polarized for two teams?  Seriously, why?  I mean I know prior to this game half the country wasn't for two regional teams.   Makes me want to roll my eyes and go do something useful.

Perhaps I'm just un-American for thinking its a load of crap forced on people by their wasted high school years as failed jocks and their chubby middle-aged dreams gone awry.  Maybe I'm crazy, but doesn't running a marathon sound more fun than yelling at a football team on the television?   Maybe I'm just lonely and bitchy tonight....   I think so.   Crabby women in the process of divorcing husband...  needs to take anger and frustration on something like a national pasttime (errr national waste of time).  

Bah Humbug.  Hate mail roll on... bring it bitches.   I'll give you a cookie too.

Who Needs Whips and Chains?

photo: As far as you can see and a little farther, thats where I run. 

Who needs whips and chains, when you can run in 90 degree heat (in late September).  I decided to go out for my run early today because I didn't think I could motivate myself on a Sunday afternoon at five or six.  So, at 2 pm, in the heat of the day I suited up and filled up my water bottle and headed out for a quick four miles.   I am not a person who really likes running in the heat (who does).  I like sunbathing, I love swimming and boating in the heat of the day, but, running, no.  

Running is (of course) a great stress reliever and anxiety reliever.   You need to run consistently for a month or two to get withdrawals.  I would say that if you are into pain for pleasure this is your answer.   Just forget about those expensive fetishes and kinky websites and go outside and run.   Afterall,  then you will be in better shape and if you are still into such things, the leather will fit better.  

I skipped two days of running and I start to get some serious withdrawals (its as bad as quitting Mountain Dew)  -I'm not doing so well with the 'Dew, but after two days and a little too much cake and taco soup, I knew that I needed to get outside for some exercise. 

I now have a great use for cooler weather.  I can consistently run miles in under ten minutes in sub 70 degree temps. I can go really fast when I have to run to produce body heat, because to me, the worst thing in the world is to be cold.  

Another punishing factor in my running routine is hills,  because, I do not live in the flatlands of the Great Plains, we actually have geography here.   Hills,  every mile stretch has at least two hills.  So, if you enjoy hills, come run with me.  Sometimes I do more walking then running.  Unless, of course, I hear a vehicle near, then I pick up the pace, I wouldn't call it running from or chasing cars.  Maybe performing for a viewing audience.   Ha, well,  I'm sitting here with my glass of iced tea glad that I ran, but wish that it would cool down for some good Fall running.

Badgered and Broken

There was a badger in the road yesterday when I went on my road.  I picked up a empty beer can and tossed it at him.  He looked at me, and finally turned his little badger butt around and ran away,  but ot scared of me.  I was wary of him and walked on the other side of the ditch thinking that it wasn't a mountain lion.  I am kind of getting tired of this Wild America show that seems to come out to show themselves to me.  I took tonight off, so my shin splints can rest, I don't want to overtrain.  I like running mile stretches.  

I'm still listening to the song Get Stoned on High Rotation... get it... ha ha.  OK, well I'm not funny.  I'm slepy and need to to to bed.  But, I had to write about the badger.  I hate Fridays...  well, because I have to work tomorrow.  I want to stay home.  I don't want to go to work. If I weren't such an idiot and scheduling myself to the breaking point I'd be ok.  Four meetings a week.  So, I am overloaded.   The feds would get my district, I went in and pulled up the Stat Dept. of Educations method to count caseloads and I am over the limit.   I'm about to the breaking point on the paperwork, and not sure if I can keep up the pace and self inflicted goals that I've given myself.  

I'm keeping myself occupied mentally with reading, books and politics, and my kids. Next month is crazy Month!  Concerts, trainings, football games, running, paperwork, and Halloween.. then the holidays.  Wow, time really flies. 

Whenever I want to feel sorry for myself....  I hear about horrible things that happen to others and I am thankful for what I have with my life.  So as much as I bitch and moan (and that is essential).  I'm thankful.  Anyways... if you surf on and read this.. Pray for my co-worker's baby Jenna who was born with two chambers in her heart and will require a lot of surgeries and intensive medical care to survive. 

Addicted

Addicted by Saving Abel

 It was cool today.   Great!  Normally, this kind of weather seriously gets to me in a depressing sort of way.  But, besides spending the day, tired and drained-- probably because Sunday was awesome, and Monday was ok but then the tired hit.   I also realized how far behind on laundry I am, and how much papework I need to do this week.

So, after work; I ran.   I hate running sometimes, because I get home and feel like "I don't want to go" -  Ireally would prefer a nap, but I know if I take a nap, I don't wake up feeling better than I had all day.  I honestly feel great after I run, especially after I run  and time myself.  Today, I ran two ten minute miles and pretty much walked two other miles but I was home in 50 minutes.  My miles generally include decent sized hills (well they feel decent sized when you are running them).   My legs ache this evening, but that is a good thing.  It hurts, but it feels good because I did something!  I think I'm addicted, and the more I run the more I want to.  I feel guilty if I skip a day or two.  I'm so excited that its finally fall and I can finally work on running because running in the summer really sucks.  I  walk way too  much in the summer, because its too stinking hot!  I hate the treadmill, don't like the gym.  I want to be outside.  

On the way home we encountered the UPS man (my little attack doggie and I).   Well, Ozzie bit at the UPS man, I'm proud of him, I guess he IS trained to protect women.  Awesome little doggie we inherited. 

So, I'm posting the Saving Abel song Addicted tonight to go with my post, I like this song, I like the lyrics too!   Its funny we were so close to the stage for them at the show and the acoustics were awful, but this is the one song that we could hear the lead singer on.