Friday, May 27, 2016

Kicking into High Gear

When I signed up for NorthCoast 24 in 2014, it was a "What the heck am I doing?" kind of moment.  It sounded fun (as much as running is ever fun for me), and I thought, why not.  Bucket list kind of thing, right?  

Afterwards I quit running entirely and just kind of blah-ed out. . . but then I signed up for NorthCoast 24 in 2015.  Because, hey, glutton for punishment.  And then after that, I . . . yup, quit running.   So for the past 2 + years, I haven't really been running.  I stopped considering myself a runner.  I gave away a bunch of my running clothes, and I put on weight.  Any semblance of "athlete" that I might have had was washed away.  I let it go.

Last week, while at my son's Taekwondo studio, the challenge was put to me to join a class.  Try Taekwondo, me?  I attempted to protest.

Me: "I'm out of shape."
Instructor: "Isn't that the whole point of exercise? To get in shape?"

Oh.  Right.

So later that night I put on sweat pants and lined up with a bunch of kids (oh, did I mention that only 1 other adult is signed up, and the rest are kids?) and went through the motions.  Kicking, running, sit ups, push ups, kickboxing...  It was, honestly, exhilarating.  Embarrassing, too, at times, because I'm hyper self-conscious, and no longer had the anonymity of running alone on a trail.  But after 50 minutes, I bowed off the mats, and felt pretty good about myself.

I am by no means "good" at it.  I flail around a bit, and in last night's class, I actually hurt my foot by kicking wrong.  I'm only three classes in, though.  I will improve eventually.   Or I'll break myself. Either way, I will have gotten off the couch - again - and tried something that my younger self would never have tried.  The closer I get to 40, the stranger life gets.

I kind of like it.


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Sunny Days

I'm really good at deciding to do things.  I'm less good at following through.   We've all heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, right?  Well, for me it's not so much hell as fat and lazy town.  Although, according to my Fitbit, I've been moving a lot more lately.  Not running, mind you (though I did do some yesterday), but chasing this little girl:

Adorable, right?  We got her a week ago today, pretty much completely unplanned.  I mean, we are dog people.  We knew we were going to get another dog eventually - we'd talked about maybe April, depending on whether or not I'd found a permanent job by then. 

We'd talked about getting a Golden Retriever, because they're great dogs, and we figured probably a puppy.   But it was all talk.   Then about a week and a half ago, Andy gets a call from a breeder that he'd briefly spoken to ages ago.   She had three female puppies left, was he interested?  I think this was on a Wednesday.  Thursday, I interviewed for a job and thought it went pretty well. Friday I got approached about another job, out of the blue, and by Friday afternoon we were discussing puppy names.   Sunday, Andy drove down to Virginia while I cleaned the house with two oblivious kids.  

Boy were THEY surprised when I said "Papa's bringing a friend over - do you want to see her picture?"  Boom.  Squeals, giggles, jumping up and down.  We are dog people. 

So what does Sunny (short for Sunshine, my son's idea) have to do with me not getting my butt in gear and getting back on a regular running schedule?  Well.... puppy.  Middle of the night has to pee, puppy.  Gets up when you get up, puppy.  Have to supervise her pretty much constantly. puppy. 

Therefore, my idea of getting up at 4:30 to run before my husband leaves to go to work is pretty  much out the window.  The past week has been go to bed, get up in the middle of the night to walk Sunny, go back to bed, get up at 5, let her out, feed her, walk her, take a shower, get the kids ready, go to work, come home, walk her, feed her, etc, etc, etc.  Fairly non stop puppy activity.  

I think, though, that we're finally getting into a routine, and so hopefully things will even out soon and I'll be able to carve out some "me" time. 

Of course, considering it's now day 3 of trying to write this post, maybe that's easier said than done. 

But, still. 


Friday, January 16, 2015

Holes Filled In

When we last left our heroine in the fall of 2014, she had just completed the North Coast 24 Hour Endurance Run  and then ... well, then she fell off the face of the blogging planet, only to return a few days ago with a "Oh, hey.  How's it?"  

What dark mysteries befell our fair leading lady in what will forever be known as "The Time Without Di?"   Where did she go, what worlds did she conquer?  Find out on today's episode of "No, really, girl, where the hell were you and why didn't you take a writing class while you were gone?"

Ok, ok, fine.  You wanna know where I've been, what I've been doing?  Here are the bullet points, broken down by month. Nosy buggers.

September 2014

  • NC 24 (race recap here)
  • Job hunting
  • Dog hunting (that didn't sound right.  LOOKING for a dog, not hunting/shooting/hurting dogs)
  • Adopted a dog! Yay! 
October 2014
  • No running
  • Dealing with crazy new dog
  • Party planning for my parents' 40th anniversary

November 2014
  • Still no running
  • Gave crazy dog back to rescue
  • Grandpa died same day
  • Heart broken
  • Dealt badly with grief
  • Job hunting
December 2014
  • Friend says "Hey, I'm going on maternity leave. You should do my job while I'm gone!" I said "Ha, right!"
  • I  sign up with a temp agency and friend's boss hires me to start doing her job while she's gone. 
  • Still no running. 
  • Still (permanent) job hunting 
  • Still grieving.  So many things. 

January 2014
  • Adjusting to working plus dealing w/kids and hubby
  • Still not really running, but walking
  • Ran once
  • Logging calories and losing a bit of weight
  • Not sleeping
. . . and that brings us up to date.  Just a few days shy of my 36th birthday and - I don't know.  No real progress since this time last year, no betterment of self, save the (tiny) paycheck I'm bringing home these days. 

Also, I'm still apparently not able to write an entire blog post (or even a succession of bullet points) in the same tense.  Take THAT, high school English teacher! Or something. 

Anyway, things are coming down the pipe that could be interesting, could be game-changing, but I don't know.  We'll see.  Things are uncertain right now.  I've come to realize all I really know in life is that I don't know anything.  Which is liberating and saddening at the same time.   Is saddening a word?  Spell check says yes, but my brain is having a problem with it.  Hmmm....  Brain vs. spell check, next time on WWF! 

Oh my word, I need caffeine.  Or a nap.  Or chocolate.  Or a glass of wine.  Or maybe I just need to stop typi -