Pimpin Good Time

I don't know why some of my pictures from last night didn't really turn out, but for some reason, some pics were really blurry and others, like below, seem shadowy. Perhaps it's appropriate that Jerry, dressed in pimp regalia, should be cast in shadowy darkness -- maybe my camera was trying to make a social statement of some sort.

Anyway, here's Jerry in his pimp outfit. Side note: He made the cane himself. A fact of endless awe at the party. Scooter's kinda hovering there behind Jerry, unsure of whether or not we're gonna pimp him out as well. I think that cane freaked the bejesus out of him.

So, on to the ho. Here I am in hooker-rific wear. No Marcy, I didn't get Lucite heals: They're expensive and hard to walk in; besides, I already had these leopard print heals and anything in an animal print in hooker-appropriate in my opinion. Again, Jerry. Wielding his cane.
Like I said, some of the pics didn't come out well, and that was particularly true of most at the party. So all of the ones of us together came out either too dark or too blurry, and I don't know why (maybe elves have been fiddling with the settings on the camera, I don't know). But here I am at the party enjoying some pimp juice out of my ho cup. Those cups got a lot of compliments and rightly so. They are pimptastic.
The party was pretty fun. It was also a little awkward at times. We didn't know that many people, so until the conversation lubricant (called "alcohol") worked its way into our systems, we felt a little weird chatting with unknown people in our pimp and ho attire. But, we did meet some friendly and funny peeps who were a lot of fun (or maybe "pimp juice" just makes everything seem pretty fun).

We got home kinda late, and my hair was de-poofing (although still a rat's nest of hairspray), my make-up was wearing off, and my feet ached from standing all night in heals; I felt like a street worn woman, ready for bed. So, I was trying to capture the look here: In what I like to think of as "Hooker Goes to Bed."
But I don't think I look haggard enough. However, because my dress was strapless, it does at least appear that I am in a stage of un-dress. That's pretty whorish, right?

Please Check Your Ego at the Door

Today's first round of humiliation began at the sporting goods store where I went to purchase a swimsuit. Standing in front of the racks of Speedos, TYRs, and Nikes, I figured that because I'm a 6 in most other garments, I'd likely be a 6 in a swimsuit, so I gathered several together and trotted off to the dressing room.

Well. I could stuff myself into them, I can say that much, but I felt like I was an encased sausage. Generally, I have a pretty inflated sense of appearance, and running has only boosted my confidence in my physical appearance, but all of that physical self-assurance went out the window as I stared at my thunder thighs and rolls of back fat shoved into those suits. Clearly, a 6 was not the right size. Back to the racks I went.

8's were better, but the suit I finally settled on was a 10. Now, I am not saying that a 10 is a big size, because it's not, but to start two sizes smaller and work my way up was a bit demoralizing; however, I did feel pretty satisfied with my final selection: a brown and pink TYR. It's super cute, and you know what its best feature is? It's reversible! So, one way it's brown with pink piping, and the other way, it's pink with brown piping. I know that's a stupid thing to focus on, but anything to keep my mind off the cottage cheese that is my ass was valuable today.

So, I also picked up a pair of TYR goggles (pink too!), and I felt satisfied that I was ready for swimming. When I got home, I changed and headed over to the pool, visions of me cutting through the water like a knife through butter filling my head.

Here's the pool. Not real big, as I mentioned before. I measured it today (with the Garmin -- dorky, I know, but it was the best way I could think of to do it, but trust me, at one point I thought of bringing Jerry's measuring tape with me) and it's 30 feet in length. So, I was thinking: "Sheesh, this pool is really ridiculous to do laps in. I'm gonna be spending half my time turning around." But, when you have a "free" (read: $4,000 a year in association fees) pool at your disposal, you take advantage of it, no matter the size.

I hopped in and was pleasantly surprised to find the water to be the perfect temperature: cool and refreshing, but not cold. I popped on my goggles and readied myself for the virgin voyage of Speedboat Jess. Look at me: All that ego-deflation in the fitting room had melted away and I'm brimming with confidence! But then I started to swim. And I discovered that I suck.

I started off with the front crawl and quickly remembered why that stroke has always been my arch enemy: I have a hard time getting the hang of the breathing. I know what I'm supposed to do: I'm supposed to breathe in, stick my face in the water and blow out through my nose as I stoke, and then every two or three strokes, tilt my head to the side and breathe in again. Except what I start doing is holding my breath while my face is in the water and then I'm choking and gasping for air when I tilt and breathe.

Two laps in, I give myself a time out. Clearly, I need to position myself against the wall and practice my breathing a bit (flashbacks to being five in swim lessons). I do this for a few minutes and when I think I have reminded myself appropriately, I head back into another lap and promptly forget all I have just reminded myself of. One problem, I quickly realize, is that I'm trying to go to fast, and the result is that I'm kind of flailing from one side of the pool to the other, frantically trying to breathe. So, I take another break and give myself a few deep breaths, and then try to take things slower. This is better, but I am still getting tired fast and I still feel like I can't breathe.

I time out for another break, take a drink of water (from a water bottle, not the pool, sillies), and then decide to swim a few laps alternating between the breast stroke and the back stroke, both of which are less arduous and require less of the breathing synchronization. My breast stroke is decent (although, I always feel as though my right leg is trying to do its own thing), and I rock the back stroke -- I feel like I could swim to Europe with the back stroke, as long as there weren't any walls to slam into (my one fear with the back stroke is that I won't feel the wall and I'll bash my head into it).

After several laps of those, I feel pretty tuckered out, but decide that before I get out of the pool, I'm doing one more back and forth of the front crawl, dammit. This time, I really try to focus on slowing down and getting the breathing right, and on the lap down the pool, I do a decent job of this; but then on the way back, I start sputtering and choking again. In the end, I felt drained, my arms were like jelly, and I felt pretty disappointed. All that floating with a beer in one hand did not prepare me for this one. single. bit. As I walked, dripping, across the lawn back to my condo, I felt like I never wanted to see another pool in my life, and if I tasted chlorine again, I was gonna slap someone. But then as I showered away the pool chemicals, I thought: "No. You can do this. It's just gonna take practice. Like running. That wasn't easy at first either when you started that 3 years ago; remember the cotton shorts and the chaffing and the huffing and puffing and begging for death? This is like that too, except in alarmingly-tight-Lycra."

So, I'll be back to swallow more pool water. And I'll improve. Or drown. Hopefully, the former.

Pimptastic

Just got home from shopping for a hooker dress.

Yup. I wrote that correctly. I got a hooker dress. For what occassion, you may inquire? For a "Pimp 'n Ho" party, but of course.

A friend of mine that I work with is hosting a party tomorrow night with the theme of "Pimp 'n Ho" and you have to come dressed as either. So, we pimped Jerry out -- fedora hat, sunglasses, jewlery, a fake grill, and I got myself a hooker dress, as well as some hooker accoutrement, and we both got "pimp" cups: Jerry's says "Pimpin" and mine says "Ho," and both are big and bejeweled. They are friggin' sterling (my newly adopted word for "cool as hell" -- I snagged it from Diablo Cody's book "Candy Girl" which, BTW, is rad).

I'll try to snap a few pre-pimp-party-pics to post tomorrow evening before we head out, but if I don't, I'll be certain to bring the camera along and be sure to capture some of our ho-rific time for your viewing pleasure.

Word to ya muthas.

P.S. My site meter hits are gonna go through the roof for this post!

Ode to a Run

Sometimes, running is so "zen" for me. There's just some intangible feeling when I'm out there, even on a short run, like this evening's 4 miler, and I'm not thinking anything -- my legs are pumping, my lungs are expanding with the rhythm of my breathing, my heart is thumping, and everything seems to move in sync to the music on the iPod. And there's something almost poetic, or religious, about running when that happens.

And when I finish, I feel hot and tired, but also exhilarated and cleansed. It's a run like this that re-invents my appreciation for the activity and reminds me why I liked this so much in the first place.

1: 9:21
2: 9:30
3: 9:36
4: 9:38

Total Time: 38:06

Ring Issues

Last night, I was brushing crumbs off the bed (Scooter and his messy bones -- sheesh!) and my wedding band flew across the room! Granted, I had been thinking for a few weeks that it felt extra loose, and yes, lately I had noted that it seemed to slide around a little too freely on my finger, but flying off? Goodness. I think it needs to be re-sized.

However...

When I run, my fingers swell and it always feels tighter then. So, I just know that if I get it re-sized, it'll be tight when I run and what if my finger falls off from poor blood circulation? I suppose I could leave it off when I run, but I have experimented with that in the past (for example -- marathon training in the summer: heat+humidity+high mileage=chub fingers) but it felt too weird.

Such a conundrum. What do you guys do? Do your fingers swell when you run in the heat? Do you shed the rings? Or do you wear them no matter what? Should I get it re-sized or just be prepared for it to fling off when I gesture?

Class Clusterf*@k

This evening was my last evening of my Tuesday class. It was only 3 weeks long, but that was enough. It was a review session for the CLAST (College Level Academic Skills Test) in grammar. Grammar is easy to teach, but boh-ring, so I was glad to be done with it. On the plus side, it's just a review class to help students prepare for the standardized test, so I didn't have to grade anything. Bonus.

And...I had one of my students from that class tell me that I was a great teacher and that she'd never had someone explain things so clearly and effectively for her. Sah-weeet. Keep that in mind -- if you need someone to explain pronoun case or verb tense consistency to you (or maybe you're confused about dangling modifiers?), I'm your gal.

Of course, ask me to add 7 + 8 and you'll need to give me a few moments...

In other class news (because I'm sure you're dying to know, and in actuality, because I have nothing else to blog about), I was going to be taking over this night class for a colleague -- she's preggers and I guess last week they thought she was going to need to be on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy -- however, now I'm not. I guess whatever was wrong with her is better now, and while I am gonna sub for the class tomorrow night, she plans to return on Monday evening. Great, as far as I'm concerned. I didn't want a night class (especially one that met for two nights a week), nor did I want the added class (this is summer for Christ's sake and I should be spending my days lounging by the pool!).

Plus, I came out of the deal looking like a rockstar because my department chair is grateful to me for being flexible and accommodating, the colleague now thinks I'm supah nice, and well, I think I created some good work karma. And karma, in general, is always good, especially for me; because ya never know when fate will boomerang back and bitch slap you, and good karma comes in handy then. At least, it always works out well for Earl.

Memorial 3 Miler

After taking a full week off of running, I decided that today was the day to get back to it. So, this evening, after the sun began to set and the air cooled some, I set out for a short 3 miler. It was not fast (29:59), but it felt good to get back out there and run.

And that's all I have to say about that.

In other news, no, we did not buy a new TV yesterday. Yes, we went and looked, but there weren't any impressive sales -- see, I'm looking for a store that sells a 42" HDTV, LCD, 1080P, preferably in a brand I recognize, like Sony or Panasonic, for...oh...$6. Ever heard of a store like that? If so, let me know. Pronto. Until then, I suppose we will just hoard our money and wait.

Instead, we did go to the cheap theater ($3 tickets) to see "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." It was pretty funny; I could have done without the full-frontal male nudity, and I thought a few parts could have been cut down for time, but overall, worth the $3 for some good laughs. Then, we also had a few flicks at home to watch: "The Golden Compass" and "Enchanted." We watched one last night and one today; neither deserves an enthusiastic endorsement.

I mean, "The Golden Compass" was alright -- followed the book pretty closely but excluded the book's tragic ending (in fact, it simply evaded the novel's ending by ending before the book's ending) -- but something about it just felt "blah." And then, "Enchanted"? Holy lord, that was mind-numbing. Granted, I know it was a movie for children, but there are some children's movies that also manage to capture an adult audience (ie, "Shrek"). But this? This was dull, predictable, and stale. I guess I had the mistaken assumption that it was going to be satirical -- you know, a la "Shrek" -- a fairy tale that mocks fairy tales while still managing to uphold certain standards of the genre. Instead it was such a boring version of the worst of the Disney-fied fairy tales. Maybe I'd appreciate it if I had children. Or if I were a child.

Aside from gorging on movies, both Jerry and I have been spending most of our day reading. He's reading Ken Follett's "World Without End" and I'm reading Augusten Burrough's "A Wolf at the Table." I didn't like the first few pages of Burrough's book, but now that I'm more than halfway through, I love it (although, if you're interested in Burrough's memoirs, start with "Running with Scissors" or "Dry" first).

Hope everyone else enjoyed a holiday weekend that was a good blend of fun with family and/or friends and relaxation. Back to the grind tomorrow, folks.

Memorial Weekend Pool Party Pics

The annual Memorial Weekend BBQ and Pool Party yesterday was nothing but a good time. I got to float in the pool and drink plenty of Bud Light. I participated in some squirt gun fun.
And I rocked it in a pool volleyball tournament.
After many hours of pool-tastic fun, we grilled and chilled on the pool patio -- below is much of the gang showing you how it's done. I ate way too much, and after dinner, I had to lay down on the couch for awhile and try to work through the "Snicker-Salad-Sweats"; clearly, I should not be allowed to eat my own body weight in dessert.
The rain saved itself until after dinner, so it really didn't interrupt the party as we feared it would. But the torrential rainfall began around 7 pm and didn't let up until the wee hours this morning. It's good that we got so much rain because lately it's been a *touch* dry around these parts (ie, wildfires in the Everglades).
So, after the rain began, and I was falling asleep on the couch, Jerry and I headed home to feed Scooter and spend the rest of the evening at home chillaxin. I was tuckered out from the beer, the pool time, and the food, and I crashed out on the couch by 9 pm.

This morning, Jerry was out and and about with the boyz, so I hung out at home with some chores: I did some laundry, watered my plants, balanced the checkbook and graded some papers. This afternoon, I don't know what we have planned -- perhaps stopping by Best Buy to scout holiday weekend sales on HDTVs, perhaps catching a matinee, perhaps laying on the couch and reading. We'll see what the day brings.

Par-Tay!

So last night's Rock Band event was pretty rockin. I belted out a few songs -- some I butchered, and some I did decent on. My fav song to sing? "Crushcrushcrush" by Paramore. I pretty much *heart* everything about this band right now, and have a lot of their songs on my shuffle for running. If I were a rocker chick, I would totally wanna be like this chick who's the lead singer. Maybe I should dye my hair red now just in case I get discovered soon, huh?

But, the person whose skillz were really impressive last night were Ryan's. This dude sang and played lead guitar on The Red Hot Chilli Pepper's "Dani California" and that is a radical feat. Those lyrics are super hard in and of themselves, but to also play guitar is...wow. I guess being a nerd and practicing Rock Band everyday pays off.

This afternoon, we're going to a friend's for the annual Memorial Weekend BBQ and Pool Party, so that should be a good time too. Hopefully it doesn't rain on us (although the forecast is working against us on that one), but even if it does, I'm sure we'll have fun.

Rock on with your holiday weekend, peeps!

Fun Day Friday

Got to sleep in this morning (yay!) and then I ran some errands, one of which was stopping by the AT&T store to see about a new cell phone. I've had my trusty, but far outdated, Nokia for 4 years now, and lately I've had the itch to upgrade. So, I decided on the Blackberry Pearl, but I wanted it in red. Did they have red in stock? Nope.

The guy told me they could have one brought over from another store and I could go back later this afternoon for it, and I agreed, but then after I left the store, I was filled with doubt as to whether or not I truly need a new phone. I mean, yes mine looks like it's circa 1990, but it works fine, and it has been extremely reliable (much like my 1998 Honda Civic, aka "The Green Hornet," which I am reluctant to trade in -- something about trading in things that work just feels wasteful to me). Besides, I get like 5 calls a week on my cell and maybe just as many texts, so it's not like I'm yakking away on it enough to justify all the upgrades.

However, it's shiny.

Does anyone else have a Pearl? Is it wonderful? Will it improve my quality of life? Will it do my taxes and grade papers for me? Those are features I would gladly upgrade for.

Anyhoo...after the phone store and no phone (still gonna think on that so I probably won't go back today), I met up with Erin for lunch. She's in the last stages of preggy-preggerness and she's working from home a few days a week, so I picked her up and we had a nice lunch at Panera. Delish.

When I got home, I did about 40 minutes of yoga -- my own sequence -- and it was challenging. It's amazing what a few sun salutations, warrior poses, and chair poses will do for the heart rate. When I finished, I did a few sets of push ups and some ab work, and now I'm pooped. Plus, it's thunder storming out now (thank god! we need rain like the Mid-East needs a peace accord), and that, to me, spells "reading time." So, I believe I will plant myself in a reclined pose on the couch and read/take a nap.

I need my rest; a friend of ours is in town this evening, and I think the gang is getting together for some beers and Rock Band. Should be swexecellent. Oh christ on crutches! Some lightning just bolted across the sky and the thunder that followed sounded awfully close -- I'd best get off the computer before I get fried!

Happy Friday homies!

Strangely

I am finding myself without much to say this week. Maybe it's because I haven't been running since the half on Sunday, or maybe it's because I haven't done one iota of exercise since the half on Sunday. So...um...yeah...Wanna hear about my day?

I had class this morning, and got done around noon. Then, I came home, had lunch, and played with Scooter (he needs at least 10-15 minutes of concentrated playing after one of us gets home, so I usually throw toys back and forth across the house for him, then he gets tired and lays down for awhile). I popped in a DVD of "Friends" (for some reason, I've never been much of a fan of the 10th season, so I watched a disc from that season because I haven't seen those episodes a thousand times, and really, it's a funny season -- don't know why I'm biased against it), and gave myself a pedicure.

Then, I lay on the couch with my book ("The Memory Keeper's Daughter" -- good) and fell asleep. Woke up when Jerry came home from work. Then, we went to dinner, but made a quick stop at the puppy store first. We just like to pop in and look at the pups, and they did have an adorable Beagle there, but we can't have another dog and even if we could, I wouldn't buy one from a puppy store. Personally, if I buy another dog, I will buy from a breeder.

Anyway, we went to dinner, had some BBQ ribs and a few beers (although, I didn't get a full beer since Jerry spilled part of my first one; I call sabotage, but he swears it was an accident). Then we came home and watched "Michael Clayton" and did some family cuddling on the couch -- Jerry cuddling me, me cuddling Scooter, and Scooter cuddling his stuffed monkey, named "Kong." The movie was very good. Two thumbs up.

Now, I think I'll read some more and go to bed. I am sooooo looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day.

Maybe I'll run tomorrow, or at least do some yoga or something, so I feel as though I have something worthwhile to report. Because honestly? This post was lame.

Colfax Pics

I don't have much by way of pics, but my stepmom did manage to capture a few pics during the race on Sunday, and this is my first chance to get them up. So, here is the start line with the wheelchair competitors preparing for their start. At the finish, in City Park, the trees were freshly green with the richness of spring (I know, I'm a poet, and I didn't know it!); I'm on the far left. But you can't see me all that well; however, I'm the munchkin in the white visor and grey shirt.
And here I am after the finish. I was facing the sun, so I'm a squinty-squinterson. And yeah, I ran the whole race in a t-shirt, so you know the temps were cool (usually, I just race in a sports bra and shorts here in FL).
In other news, I really don't have much going on today. I took a 2 hour nap this afternoon that was glorious; I can't wait for the long weekend just because I want to catch up on sleep. Thankfully, I just have classes tomorrow, and then it's 4 days off for Jess, wa-hoo!

Jess Comments

So, I have been getting some FAQs amongst the commentary here at "21 Days" and you guys ask some good questions and add some interesting comments that deserve some further elaboration on my behalf.

Re: Swimming
Um, I haven't swum (aside from pattling around with a beer in one hand) since, like, high school. So my comment earlier about taking up swimming is made with the greatest of hesitations because
A. I don't own a swimsuit that is "swimming" attire. Would need to purchase one of those thingy-ma-giggers. The swimsuits I own are designed for primarily laying in the sun and looking good while drinking the aforementioned beer.
B. Don't have a pool to swim in. Per se. See, our community does have a pool, and yes, it's approximately 25 steps away from my front door. However, it is not very long -- in fact, I don't even know if I could guess its length -- so would lap swimming even be worthwhile in that? I could look into lap swimming at a public pool that is up the road about 2 miles (I run by it all the time), but I don't know if they offer times for lap swimming. And the only other option for pool swimming would be at a gym, and I have been avoiding a gym membership like Britney avoids rehab.
C. It isn't a whole lot cooler in the summer. As Wendy mentioned, pools in South Florida in the summer are about the temperature of piss (okay, so that's my analogy, not Wendy's, but that's the gist of her comment), so the only difference between the air and the water, is that you're more wet in one.

Re: Swimming -- A Postscript
No, I wouldn't swim in the ocean. I live about 45 minutes from the ocean. I'm not making that drive on a regular basis. Also, the ocean would be tough to swim in and I'd prefer to stick to a pool. Also, the pool doesn't have sharks.

Re: Swimming -- A Post-Postscript
No fears Marcy, as of now, I have no plans on converting to the dark side, so triathlons are not in my immediate future. However, Jerry and I have been talking about getting bikes, so we'll see...

Re: Soccer
And its observed disappearance from my posts. Well, unfortunately, I haven't played a game since the strained quad incident. I skipped one week to recover the quads, I was out of town for two weekends, and two games got moved from Sundays to other days of the week (one I was out of town for, and one I had something else going on for). So...yeah...haven't played in awhile. I actually emailed the team captain today to ask about the start of the new season because I may just throw in the towel on this one and start fresh with a new season. Also, Jerry brought me home a brochure about other women leagues in the area, so I may look into those as well and see which one is a good fit.

Re: Bowling League
Jerry and I have been bowling in a summer league for the past 3 years, and we love it. Personally, I think it's brilliant to have a sport that allows (nee, demands) that you drink while participating. For those who are new readers, what you can look forward to from bowling season are a lot of posts that read something like this. If that's not entertainment, what is?

Re: Bowling League -- A Postscript on Drinking
Nancy commented on the previous post's declaration that I was gonna scale back on running this summer by saying: "It's actually the perfect time to get serious about your drinking!" Amen, Nancy, amen.

No Plan

After finishing a race, my next thought is usually: What's next? But after finishing Colfax, I know that my next planned race isn't until October (the Army 10 Miler), so instead of thinking about gearing up for another upcoming race, I'm thinking of taking advantage of a light summer race schedule and giving myself a bit of a breaky-break.

I'm not saying I'm not gonna run; I'm saying that I'm not gonna specifically "train." I'm gonna run what feels comfortable each week, and maintain a base, but I'm not going to follow any schedules. In Florida, it's a good time to scale back on running -- it just gets so hot here in the summer that training can be miserable (ie, read the entire summer of posts from 2007 when I was training for Chicago). So, while many of you are gearing up for the fall race calendar, I think I am going to gear down.

Maybe I should take up swimming. That would be a good summer activity, wouldn't it?

Colfax Half Report

Hey homies! I'm back! Well, physically, anyway. I got into Ft Lauderdale at 12:15 am this morning, got in bed by 1 am, and was back up at 6 am in order to get to school this morning, so I'm a bit sleepy, but I am back to hot, humid, and now smoky, Florida. So, I only have 15 minutes before my first class this morning, and I'm gonna try to fly through a brief race report. Here goes:

The race was great! The weather was perfect in Denver yesterday morning -- it was about 50 degrees at the 6 am start time, and while that's chilly for standing around, it is absolutely glorious for running. In short, the run was swawesome: Seriously, I loved breathing that crisp, dry Colorado air, and I felt absolutely no effects from the elevation. After all, Denver is only at 5,280 feet, and while that is certainly a climb from Sea Level here in Florida, I grew up in Colorado at 8,000 feet, so to me, Denver is not at a high altitude. Anyway, if it did affect me, the effect was counter-balanced by the easy-to-breathe air and I felt wonderful while I ran.

I was a bit too conservative with my pace in the first 5-6 miles, but then I started to pick it up and the second half of the race was slightly speedier. And all in all, I don't think I've had a half that felt so good. Literally, at the 11 and 12 mile markers, I felt like I could run for forever, and I haven't previously felt like that at the end of a half. So, while my time wasn't a PR (though I came very close to tying my A1A PR), I finished the race feeling the best I've ever felt at the end of a long race.

1: 10:06
2: 10:16
3: 10:02
4: 9:52
5: 9:53
6: 10:34 (walked while I took my first Shot Blok and drank some water)
7: 9:46
8: 9:38
9: 8:45
10: 9:22
11: 10:21 (walked again while I ate my other Shot Blok and drank teh rest of my water)
12: 9:56
13: 9:23
.26 (yes, some significant swerving, I guess): 2:10

Total Time: 2:10:05

I felt awesome as I came through the finish chute, got my medal, etc, and met up with some of my family who had come out to see me finish. I really enjoyed the race, and would certainly recommend it.

And for those of you living and running in CO? You guys have a sweet situation there. That air is so great to breathe; I would trade this hot, thick FL air for those CO temps and dryness in a heartbeat.

Packed

I got my suitcase all packed and ready for my Denver trip:

Lucky horse shoe earrings: Check.

iPod charged and packed: Check.

Garmin charged and packed: Check.

Standard racing shorts: Check.

Trusty sports bra: Check.

Socks, shoes, long-sleeve tech shirt, visor: Check, check, check, and check.

Body Glide: Check.

Shot Bloks: Mutha-fucking Check.

That's the stuff that matters. I may forget my toothbrush, but if I have all my racing stuff, then I'm coolio. I'm sure Denverites sell toothbrushes.

Anyhoo, on the schedule for tonight is...wait for it, wait for it...bowling! It's our first meeting pre-league, and the league will begin in the first week of June -- wa-hoo! Are you guys pumped? It's bowling season! So, anyway, I have bowling tonight and then class tomorrow morning, and then I'm outta here tomorrow afternoon and I am westbound for the Mile High City.

The race isn't until Sunday, but I have the expo to attend, family to visit with, and friends to see, so I will probably be MIA in the blogopshere until I get back (late Sunday night), and probably won't blog again until Monday. I know, I know, shed a few tears now if you need to...okay, now quit being a pussy; that's enough crying.

So, wish me luck on the race and I'll see ya homies in a few days! Peace.

3 Milah! On Fiyah!

Did my 3 miler last night. Nearly burst into flames.

And then this morning? It was miraculously cooler out; I think the weather is trying to mock me. It was smoky, because of the burning Everglades, but much cooler. However, I did not get up early and run -- and aren't some of you cute for suggesting that -- I don't like to rise early and I certainly don't shine when I have to.

Today I have an early evening classs, so I'll get home around 7:30 this evening and then Jerry and I are planning a regular Tuesday evening family walk with Scooter.

En Fuego

So, have you ever had your oven on broil and you open it, and think to yourself, "Man alive, that feels like the perfect temp to go running in!"?

Yeah, me neither.

But, those are pretty much the conditions here in Florida as of late, and for the past few days, it has been in the mid-90s with humidity and it feels like lake-of-fire heat. And that's not so pleasant to run in.

So yesterday evening, I went out for what I intended to be an 8 miler, but 2 miles in, I felt like I was gonna die. I pushed for another mile, but at 3 miles, I said, "Screw it. I'm heading back." Thus, I ended up only doing 6 miles, and I was so slow in the last two that I just turned off the Garmin because I didn't want to look at it anymore. And I worried it may catch on fire.

Tonight I plan on doing something short once the sun sets, but I'll admit, I'm not looking forward to venturing back out into the inferno. On the plus side, the temps in Denver for the Colfax Half this Sunday are moderate: high of 70 and low of 48. Sweet.

Happy Mother's Day

to all the moms and moms-to-be out there!

I talked to my mom on Thursday when my gift arrived. She had requested either a Swiss Army knife (because her old one was confiscated by TSA the last time she flew) or motorcycle boots. Next, she'll be requesting a Hell's Angels' membership and I'll have to watch my mouth around her or she'll likely cut me. Anyway, I got her the Swiss Army knife, on the condition that she not try to board a plane with it (I don't need to spend the next 10 years of my life trying to spring her from Gitmo), and she seemed very pleased with her gift.

It would seem way more normal if my mom requested things like flowers and chocolates, or better yet, did the classic mom "oh, you don't need to get me anything" non-request. However, I may not have turned out to have so much coolishness if my mother had been normal, so thank god for that!

Hot as Hades

I had a smokin 3 miler this evening...no, not particularly fast..."smokin" as in I thought I might burst into flames because it was so hot out! I waited until 7 pm, right when the sun was setting, but clearly, I'm gonna need to start pushing that hour back a little later. I didn't realize how warm it was until I got home and checked the temp and realized that the "feels like" temp was 89 degrees.

I'm pretty sure the only ones who like it that warm are the elderly. And Satan.

1: 9:18
2: 9:22
3: 9:32

Total Time: 28:13

Thank god it was only 3 miles; because when I returned, I was drenched in sweat and I could feel my face pulsing with heat. Now, I'm ensconced in air conditioned comfort, and I'm cooled off, but man alive, I'm not sure if the day will ever come when I get used to running in Florida's summer time heat!