Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Weekly Recap: 7/10/2017 - 7/16/2017

And another week starts.   Monday was humid and warm, I won't say hot even though it was.  I'm not going to whine and complain like SOME people when it is cold and they wish for the HHH.   I did ask one of his running partners to whack him on the back of the head anytime he complained about the weather he pined for in the weather I so dearly love.

And anyone else that runs with him, please do the same.  I'm not fast enough on my feet to keep up.  Maybe I'll bike around with a whip?  he he he  (see he really needs to resume reading my blog, for warned is for armed???)

So Monday was weird, I felt like I got a good nights sleep. So apparently I didn't work hard enough on the 100K bike ride?  But then again it is a nice change of pace to sleep after a long day.  I didn't get around to jotting anything down so from memory it was hot and humid on Monday and I was miserable and tried to stay near the water and try and not bitch about it too much or punch Mikey who likes this weather.

Got Gus out, the humidity is still too much for him and I'm still really nervous about him passing out last week.  We had a nice walk and there were so many white dogs in the park it was kind of fun.  It is too soon after Gizmo to start the pre-grieving process I go through with the pups.  I'm really not ready for it.

Met up with Faith on Tuesday for an 'easy' 30 minute run for her.  She judges 'easy' on heart rate so we kept it in range by walking a bit. I was fine with whatever, Tuesday isn't a running day and it was nice to spend time in the miserable weather with someone who was just as miserable as I was.

Met up with Ro and Pam for the Dog Watch fun run, we walked the 3.1 miles and I was fine with that.  I'm getting my miles in this week.

Wednesday was going to be just as miserable as the rest of the week and I did a stupid thing and attempted the hill loop without Ro and running it.  Gus wasn't getting out, and he was pissed.  I think it rained, I'm not sure.  I am sure he was pissed.

Hoped to ride in on Thursday but that didn't happen for whatever reason, could be rain could be who knows, could be the heat and humidity.  Ro and I went out for our flat loop and both were happier for that and the brief breezes and shade the loop offered us.  The rain was coming and the temps were dropping it was near 60 when I got home.  Gus and I got out for a much needed and peppy walk.  Such a happy boy he was!

Friday's are never my day, I'm tired, and really didn't want to run but I did and the weather was conducive for it.  I went home and took a nap, the boyz swapping out snuggle time.  I needed that nap.  Not sure what it is about Friday, I am a disaster by 2 p.m.  Gus and I got out for a bit of a longer walk.

Run with the Beavers trail race on Saturday!  I have wanted to run this race for years, one thing or another got in the way, stupid other races, stupid vacation with the in-laws, stupid injury, stupid fear, like I said stupid stuff.  And even more stupid was dropping to the 5 mile.  I could have done the 10 it would have been painful.  In hindsight I'm glad I dropped down, I got to spend some time with Julia who I never see.  We connected in 2011 with my first 1/2 marathon I ran with Team Lung Love for the Lung Cancer Alliance.  It was a race I was so NOT prepared for and really launched me into for real training.  In the process of training for the second 1/2 the next May, and raising funds for Lung Cancer Alliance I got the bug to do my first marathon, with Team Lung Love, of course.  And this also started my blogging in earnest to record my training.  Julia suggested it as a way to enhance my fundraising.  It never panned out that way, however, it was a great way to see what others were doing and eventually meet many of the people's blogs I followed and who followed mine.  Julia lost her mother to Lung Cancer and was looking for an outlet to raise awareness and worked with Lung Cancer Alliance to create an endurance team focused on fundraising for their mission.  I haven't talked much about cancer lately, I did use to quite a bit.  It's on my mind daily, either my mom, my family, and my friends.

Where was I going with this?  Yes, Julia saw I posted I was going to this race and she was interested, it was the day of her birth, and she is a spit fire powerhouse on the lookout for ways to celebrate life, was it technical, she had just done the short course at Exter and found that technical (rooty and rocky).  This got me on the trail of finding people who had run both Exeter and Beavers and their opinions.  The opinion was Beavers was more technical, was she still interested.  YES!  OK, no time like the present to toughen up one's ankles.  I honestly don't know from technical.  I think that everything is fun and the rockier the more fun.  My focus isn't on racing it is enjoying the experience and maybe just maybe exploring places on my own, with my uber-faulty sense of direction!

We talked on the way to the race, and how to find this place, I said 151 Pulaski and it will show up as either Glouster or Chepachet, both will work.  So that put her mind at ease.  My GPS says Glouster, her's also.  We met up before the race start and chatted a bit I introduced her to who ever wandered by.  She was curious about Leslie O'Dell, the superstar runner.  After the race, I had the opportunity to introduce them and they had plenty to discuss.  It was kind of fun knowing I know someone she wanted to meet.  Yeah, I do get star struck with all these super fast and super cool runners I know.  I'll admit it.  The thing is though, they are all such awesome people it makes it even better to know them.

That was a complete nonsensical two paragraphs, or three?  The race was awesome, it was great to see Julia, it was great to see everyone and put new names and faces together, although I did get them all mixed up.

Photo by Scott Mason
I was a bit humid and he was in a great spot mid way up a small rise
An evening of sampling Vermont IPAs (IKR, me and IPAs) with another couple, Dave mountain bikes with Bill and Dace (which is Latvian and sounds like Dutzy) is his wife.  They are a childless couple our age with a love of rescuing dogs.  The IPAs were ok, I can't remember the one I really did like, I didn't get a picture for the beer page, whoops!

Usually, I wake up ready to go on Sunday, none of us were having anything of getting out of bed, or even crawling into bed for scratches (Gus).  Partially it's the week ahead being spent in NY and totally messing up my lunchtime runs.  I am going to make such a great grumpy old lady, aren't I?  Plus I am so behind on my bike miles.  I got out for a 30-mile ride, not even close to what I needed for elevation, but I did have a girlfriend and her husband and one of her kids coming to visit.  Her daughter Lauren lives in NY, sort of west of Westchester County CT.  And they were visiting Lauren and wanted to see RI. meet the dogs, and see if this husband actually existed.  I was the avenue to do these things, ha ha ha.  Aimee is a breast cancer survivor.  They caught it pretty early, it had spread to her lymph nodes, surgery x2 and chemo got everything and she has been clean for a year now.  Last time I saw her she had no hair, she has hair and has had several hair cuts.  I remember that was a big deal for my mom too.

She made me take my baseball cap off...

It felt like there hadn't been time and distance and we were teenagers again.  But then I walked into a room with a mirror.  It was great seeing her daughter all grown up.  I remember when the twins were born, I was in Grad school in Ohio and Judy and Tammy were visiting and we all rushed back to Michigan to see the first babies (Lauren and Amber) of our group from High School.


I've done nothing but look at it and say, I really should.


I finished "Lilac Girls"  I should start over from the beginning.  What an awesome novel, well told and documented historical fiction.  At the end, the author's epilogue gave details on what was true and was not and where she enhanced the story.  It was an amazing book about a horrible time in history, also one I love to know more about and three very different woman's experiences.

Caroline Ferriday, a New York socialite and philanthropist; Kasia Kuzmerick, a Polish prisoner at the Ravensbrück concentration camp for women; and Herta Oberheuser, a Nazi doctor at Ravensbrück. How could Caroline be so selfless, how could Herta be so heartless, and how could Kasia ever move forward.  Caroline and Herta are actual people, Kasia (and her sister) were a combination of several of the 'Ravensbruk Rabbits' the author researched.

A wonderful book that would invade my thoughts and dreams, I am sure it still will.

I started "Small Great Things" by Jodi Picoult.  This one may disturb me more than "Lilac Girls".  The subject matter, race, privilege, and prejiduce, sounds gut wrenching.   Probably more disturbing as this is a current event.


There has been planking, I've not been recording it.  I should get back to that.  Recording it makes it happen.  Not sure why I fell off the wagon.

Feet:  37
Saddle:  30

Beth, happy to finally get to run with the beavers, although the beaver didn't show up, maybe next year??

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Weekly Recap 7/3/2017 - 7/9/2017

One of those odd weeks with two Fridays!  I couldn't take off Monday and waste a perfectly awesome quiet day in the office.  It was me, the intern, and the brit.  I went out for my lunch run and the intern had left for the day and the brit was head down elbows up doing his best Schroeder imitation on the keyboard.   This was nice it gave me time to think through a project I am really not invested in, those suck, and I have two of them.  This one just needed a kick in the pants, to get me pointed in the right direction.  Fortunately, some feedback from a co-worker on my initial communication really helped me get some forward momentum.

It was hot for my run, it is late morning in July, kinda typical.  I was slogging along my hip flexors very not happy with me.  I can't imagine why?  100 miles on the bike in two days?  Eventually, they shut up and felt normal as did everything else.  My turnover was super slow, and my heart rate stayed low, which is actually very good.  I was going to head back after 2 miles, but the breeze off the water at Eastern Point was pretty nice, so I ventured off to Avery Point and it was just as lovely.  On my way back I debated doing another lap at Eastern Point and saw Dawn and Beth out with the same kind of melting pace, we high fived each other and this really perked me up.  They are out there getting it done!  I did the lap at Eastern Point Beach, wishing the gal that sits in the admission booth a good afternoon, and decided I'd take the long way up the hill and not the short way.  Pretty happy with all of this especially when I hit the top of the hill and had the last few 1/10's of a mile downhill kind of in shade!

Relive the run here.  I really do get to run in a pretty spectacular place during working hours.  Nothing to complain about!

After realizing I didn't get my day to myself on Tuesday, I got out of bed when Jax woke me up and fed the dogs and tried to maybe fall back asleep.  That wasn't happening.  I was in the mood for some Dave's Coffee and a muffin.  Not exactly in the diet plan, but then what really is?    I got up got dressed pumped the tires, faced a bleary-eyed Imaginary Husband questioning what I was doing.  "Going on a ride, to the beach, not sure where else, see you in a couple three hours."  I really wanted the peace and quiet of being with me, myself, and I before an afternoon and evening of his people.  I'm cranky like that or use your own c-word, I really don't care.  They aren't my people, my people have their own quirks, not being flexible to allow a working person to be home well before 8 p.m. to decompress enough to get to sleep at a regular normal time, isn't one of them, they are totally hip to your schedule.  Perhaps being from uber-schedule orientated genes on both sides really helps with respecting a person's personal schedule.   Perhaps being from a lay all the cards out on the table sort of people makes a difference in figuring out what will work for all the people, not some of the people?  Yeah yeah, I get it we are all different.  I wholeheartedly believe in being honest in what you want and expect will get a group further than going with "my way or the highway" as option A.

I had a lovely ride, it was as I expected with lots of cars, a few impatient people, and gridlock at the intersections leading to Misquamicut.  I got out to Dave's Coffee, there was a line!  I have never seen a line.  I have seen these guys and gals in action so I knew it would be quick and painless.  It was!!!  A Cold Brew coffee and a Blueberry muffin and I was happily ingesting sugar and caffeine via the muffin and the coffee.

The day with not-my-people was fine.  We are all different and our ability to integrate with not-our-people says a lot about a person.  The Imaginary Husband hasn't been to MI in a decade...

This cracks me up every time we pass it...
If corn oil comes from corn does baby oil come from babies?
Then old man oil comes from old men?
A late night, we did get to see some fireworks on the drive home, I really wanted to leave before dark because, "amateur night". It's the New Year's Eve of the Summer; a day spent drinking at the beach and then navigating home after fireworks.  Oh yeah....

I wasn't really in the mood to deal with people on Wednesday, fortunately, Jackass is with his not my people in Pittsburgh, Number One Smart (#1SG) guy was in, and still on the high from his daughter's wedding, so he was fun to be around!

Ro texted they were back from VT so hills were on.  I was a little bummed to not run, but once we got walking and talking I was so much happier to spend the 5.6 miles with Ro.  Such an awesome friend.  Someone who you can say anything to and talk about anything, definitely glad I pursued this friendship.

Gus went on the Sotalol, this is a beta blocker and it will even out his heart rate. Lots of hoomans take this drug.  We will be able to increase his activity, slowly, and soon I'll have my hiking buddy back.  I'm not kidding myself that this isn't serious, however, there is no point in him not having fun, life isn't so great if you aren't having fun.  He will get another 24 hour Holter monitor test in a few weeks and nothing further has been discussed on the mass on his heart.

After 6 years of walking by this statue, Jax finally noticed and was all WTF is that guy doing on that rock??
Happy Thursday isn't a running day, Rachel begged off Beer'd and I'm not disappointed. I'd rather go for a ride after work.

Circuit Class today, Addy killed us again, I have a feeling my shoulders are going to feel all the flys and overhead presses.

New bike shorts were in the package on the porch when I got home.  They were ok, a little big in the waist and longer than I'd like.  But I think they will work for long rides.  I'm super picky and they don't accentuate my pooch so I'm ok with them.  Plus they don't make my legs look like overstuffed sausages.  Where are all these thighless women bike shorts seem to be designed for?  I went out for a 20-mile ride, nothing spectacular, mostly to see how they rode and what the chamois did or rather didn't do (shift).

Got the boyz out for a walk, Gus seems to be ok on this Sotalol dosage, after a whole 24 hours we won't know anything, it takes a few weeks.

He enjoys smelling flowers?

The last thing I wanted to do on a rainy Friday was to get out of bed and go to work.  I didn't really even want to run, but at 10:45 I picked up the backpack and headed to the fitness center before my brain even realized what I was doing.  Guess that's a good thing?  My run was nice, it was a bit rainy and then not and then misty.  Saw Mikey and the boys out on their run.  Sarah stayed in, Mikey tried bullying her into going out and she stood her ground!  Good for her!  Don't let those boys bully you!  Finished up the 10K goal for a Strava badge.

Gus got a walk after I got Friday afternoon nap and dinner.  OMG I wanted that nap ever since I woke up, it was grand!  It has been too long since Friday afternoon nap.  The rain stopped but it stayed misty most of the afternoon and into the evening, and for our walk.  We need the rain.

Not sure what it is about Saturday's lately but I don't want to do anything.  I go to bed Friday night sore with plans for an awesome Saturday and wake up not so sore and unmotivated.  After basic housewifery and cleaning my road bike (Ruby) and messing with the tubeless tires on the mountain bike (Barney).  I did not know I needed to pump them up and spin them to get them to reinflate... so that's fixed and now I can take Barney out again.  I was feeling too lazy to load Barney up in Eddie and go out to Barn Island so I took Ruby out for a quick spin along some favorite roads.  That seemed to pull me out of whatever the hell this Saturday blah feeling is.

Early to bed and up early on Sunday to drive out to Caramel NY to ride the Tour de Putnam with Tanya!  This is her neck of the woods and she has come out to mine twice to swim for the Rhode Warrior 1/2 IronWoman relay while I biked and we managed to sucker someone into that horrific run.

It was a great ride!  I don't get to ride with people very often so it is a treat!  Relive it here.

Gus got a walk and didn't pass out so I'll call that a win!  Let us make it until fall when the weather is more suitable for a boxer and then he can run and jump and play and what happens happens.


Finished "Boston Girl" by Anita Diamant, a story about a woman's life very well told and enjoyable.

Started "Lilac Girls" by Martha Hall Kelly, stories from my favorite time periods to read about, the Holocaust, Nazi Germany, and WWII.  It's not a favorite time period, I love reading about the time period.  The perseverance and senseless tragedy.  I'm really drawn to this time period and the stories about the heroic women, fiction, and non-fiction.  What strikes me about this book is the three families of women and their friends, very female focused book.


I really am not making much progress on anything.  I did get some buttons to sew on sweaters, and there they sat there mocking me until I sewed on some of the buttons.  It is hard to think about sweaters in this weather.


Feet:  24
Saddle: 136

I have fallen off the daily plank wagon, however, I do them after I run....  1 min each side and 1 min front or 30 front and 30 back.  My back planks need a lot of work!

Not unhappy about the low feet mileage, however, I will be after Run With The Beavers next Saturday, biking is more fun for now.

Beth chugging away

Friday, July 7, 2017

It's all about the Numbers!

So where am I to my goals?

These were my goals:

  1. Every race is fun.  I'm not going to place, I don't have the drive to do the work to achieve this.  I do think that races are for everyone, from the top 10 to the bottom 10. If I can't enjoy it, I'm not doing it!
  2. Run, Walk, Ride, Hike, explore and enjoy the great outdoors every single day, in one way or another.
  3. Rest when I need it, and try and not beat myself up for it.
  4. Drink good beer.
  5. Read books.
  6. Knit.

Good goals are SMART - Specific, Measurable, Actionable, Realistic, and Time bound.  Do these fit the bill? Well actually yes, or maybe yes.

Considering it is mid year and I still have yet to set goals at work I think I'm ahead of the game.

I've hit each one of these.  Strava may say otherwise for #2, but if I didn't get out to exercise, I did get out to go to work or the grocery store (or packy) or drove out to my folks.  There are 9 "rest" days per my Strava training log, these would be days with no recorded activity.

And because I love numbers and statistics lets see the numbers for 2017 as of June 30th, and then how they stack up to previous years!

Not to bad.  Guess I didn't get to to many spin classes in March, wonder if maybe I thought I'd get outside?

And for the comparison:

Total miles I am ahead, my biking has really brought this number up!  It all balance itself out.

I feel much better than last year at this time and probably previous years.  It is nice not to be injured and not to feel like I'm lacking in my constant comparison to the much better athletes around me.

So much of this is mental as well as physical.  Guess I'm more mental than physical?

Ha ha ha

Beth hope your numbers are telling you the story you want to hear!